All characters are consenting adults (18+)
I was on a roll, and the best part about it, was that I wasn’t even trying. Dale, Colton and Trey had willingly played along, and despite the fact that all of them were straight, they’d all busted a nut with me, too, and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Admittedly, the entire thing was bizarre. Sure, what person didn’t want to flip a straight guy? But now it was becoming more about my increasing suspicion that nobody was one hundred percent straight to begin with.
My friend group was made up of an extremely handsome bunch of young men, and the idea that they were all as willing as the other three had been, was enough to make me continue my quest to prove it.
One person in particular, had been on my radar for quite some time. Up until now, however, the idea of making a move on him was far too risky to contemplate, so instead, I fantasised about him regularly.
Charlie was the most laid back person I knew. His confidence was simply unmatched, and as promising as that was, it meant that he wasn’t afraid to put me in my place if I overstepped.
He was a swimmer, which wasn’t hard to tell. He had that V shaped body that made me melt, and he kept himself as smooth as glass. Charlie didn’t understand the word modesty. For as long as I’d known him, nudity wasn’t even remotely problematic to him. He’d stroll around his house wearing nothing but his underwear, and happily change in front of anybody who so happened to be in the vicinity. Given the size of his co*ck, I could see why.
“Hey Mike” I smiled, as his dad answered the door with a beer. He looked me up and down.
“Do I know you?” He asked, and I shook my head.
“I’m just here to talk to you about our lord and saviour, Jesus Christ”.
He snorted with laughter. We’d been doing the same thing since I was eleven years old. Mike stepped back and co*cked his head toward the stairs. “He’s up in his bedroom, and I don’t even wanna know what a nineteen year old does in his bedroom”.
I chuckled and walked upstairs, and sure enough, Charlie yanked his underwear up as soon as I opened the door, and I could tell that I’d interrupted a private moment.
“Sorry” I grinned, as he took a sigh of relief.
“I though you were my dad” he laughed, and I could see the outline of his dwindling erection as the grey fabric of his boxer briefs began to turn damp.
Charlie sat up and wiped sweat from his forehead. I could have played the long game with him, and slowly suggested more and more sexual things until my mouth was around his co*ck, but having been disturbed jerking off countless times myself, I knew that it was best to strike while the iron was hot.
“You can finish if you want” I shrugged, waiting to gauge his reaction. He laughed, and scrolled on his phone. “I’m serious” I continued, “we’re both guys”.
Charlie looked up at me and scoffed, but I caught the slight hesitation in his eye.
“Do you really wanna walk around with blue balls all day?” I pressed, and Charlie put down his phone and glared at me.
“Dude, I’m not jerking off while you’re sitting in my bedroom” he laughed, “the f*ck is wrong with you?”
“I’m just saying” I shrugged, “nothing worse than blue balls”.
Charlie considered it for a moment. “Well don’t watch then” he finally growled, and I smiled to myself as I looked out the window.
It was sunny out, and the whole group of us were planning to head down to the lake for the afternoon. It would be the first time that we’d all been together since I began my quest to make every single one of my male friends cum. As I thought about it, I heard Charlie gasp quietly and the wet sound of wanking.
In order to not freak him out, I watched him through the reflection in the window. I’d seen his co*ck hundreds of times, but rarely hard. I could just about make out the long, thick pole as he stroked.
“I can’t” he finally gasped, “not while you’re just sitting there”.
I turned around quicker than he could slide his co*ck back into his underwear, but he didn’t seem to care. He let it slap against his hairless groin and I almost drooled as I watched a bead of pre-cum drip from his piss slit.
“How about I help?”
His head snapped toward me and his eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“I can help” I said, now becoming desperately horny, “if you want, I mean”.
“What do you mean you can help?” He sounded angry now, and I was beginning to wonder if I’d made a big mistake.
“I uh… I just meant… You know… I –”
“Are you gay?” He asked, sitting up slightly, but leaving his semi-erect co*ck on show.
“What?” I scoffed, “no, I’m just… I um… I –”
“What are you still sitting there for then?” He scoffed, “get your lips around this and hurry up, I need to work on my tan”.
It took a moment for the words to register, but when they did, I wasted no time. I was over trying to work out if people were playing with me when they said stuff like that, because so far, they’d all been completely serious. I walked over to the edge of his bed, and without a single ounce of hesitation, I took his co*ck into my hand and got to my knees.
“You tell anybody about this and I’ll beat your ass” he laughed, and clasped his hands behind his head as I slowly stroked his wet co*ck.
Unbeknownst to Charlie, I was also stroking my own co*ck, and as soon as I took his fat, wet helmet into my mouth, I almost came.
“f*ck” he gasped, “that’s actually nice”.
His shaft stretched my lips wide as I buried more of him into my throat. The salty pre-cum began to pour into me, and my tongue whipped back and forth over his frenulum. Charlie moaned.
I toyed with his heavy balls between my fingers as I gagged on him. A few minutes later, his fingers ran through my hair, and he used my head like a basketball as he thrust upwards.
“Damn” he groaned, “you look good with my co*ck in your mouth”.
Charlie was rough. It was strange, because he didn’t seem like the type, but as he held me down with both hands and began to brutally face f*ck me until I gagged throat slime all over his junk, I couldn’t help but cum.
The stuff burst from me like a hose, and at the same time, Charlie moaned out and filled my mouth with his sperm. The delicious load covered my entire tongue and throat as more and more of it poured from him, and then, without a word, Charlie stood up and dragged his underwear back on.
“Is Dale bringing the beer?” He asked, dressing as I continued to swallow and shiver, with cum dripping from my co*ck and chin.
“I uh… I think so” I gasped.
“Good, because if Robbie’s left in charge of beer, he’ll bring his old man’s ancient stash again, and I’m not drinking that sh*t”.
When Charlie was dressed, he looked down at me and shrugged. “What?” He asked, and his eyes travelled to the pool of cum that I’d dumped on his bedroom floor. “Dude, seriously?” He laughed, and then sat down next to me as I remained on my knees. “Hey” he whispered, and rubbed my cheek until I looked at him, still in awe. “Get down and lick it all up like a good boy”.
My co*ck, which was now soft and hanging from my waistband, instantly stiffened again. “Next time you cum on my floor” he hissed in my ear, “I’ll use it as lube to f*ck your brains out”.
I slurped up my cold load from the floor as Charlie laughed to himself and got back to his feet. “Now come on, I’m thirsty as f*ck”.
“Me too” I whispered, and followed Charlie to what would be an unforgettable day at the lake.
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