Clinton - in the Garden of Eden

For many reasons, I didn’t feel safe or comfortable accepting my sexuality in high school. I had no interest in telling my parents I might be gay after the horrible things they said while the story of Matthew Shepard was all over the news.

After high school, my parents dictated where I went to college since they were paying for it, and I ended up in a very religious institution in 2002. My roommate has a massive crucifix above his bed and a bible on his nightstand, and he makes me go with him to church every Sunday morning. My hopes of finding myself sexually as a freshman in college are circling the drain of the very private shower stall in our all-male dorm.

The one thing I had going for me was my computer. It was private; no one but me had access, and even though my roommate was in our dorm room for nearly all of his free time, he would occasionally leave for prayer groups or study sessions. From what I can tell, he’s way too wound up to have ever jerked off, and from how often he changes his bed sheets, I’m guessing he only has nocturnal emissions. One of which I was awake for, and if he wasn’t such a douchebag, I would’ve found it hot to watch him moan and hump his mattress until he grunted and stopped.

Through AOL searches, whispers in the hall, and chat rooms, I found Craigslist as a cesspool of depraved men seeking men. Desperate to lose my virginity, I created a burner email account, and I went on Craigslist and created a post of my own:

“DL 18/m/GA virgin: looking to explore my sexuality. Not out, not even a little bit, so don’t ask for pictures. 5’7”, Sandy brown hair, 130lbs, skinny, in good shape. Ask if you want to know more.”

Then I went and jerked off to some sexy pictures of Nick Carter as quickly as possible in case my roommate returned.

A few days later, I checked my burner e-mail and started sifting through the messages from some of the most depraved men I didn’t know existed. Some were more innocent, and I responded to those and, over the course of a few days, managed to filter out a bunch of those guys, too.

“Show me a pic of your face” got a response of “No, sorry, I’m DL.”

“Just a pic of your body,” got the same response.

“Do you want me to fuck you” and a pic of a giant erect penis got me hard, but I responded with, “I’m not sure. I think I want to try pitching to a guy, I don’t know if I can be the catcher.”

Of course, I also got pics of gross, hairy butts with the “Do you want to fuck me?” as the only text. Those didn’t get any response.

One guy got the most of my attention:

“Hey, 28/m/GA here. In good shape, not out but not DL either. I would love to show you the ropes. What do you think you want to try?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never done anything with a guy, not even kiss. I think if it came to sex, I want to be the guy doing it to the other guy, but I don’t even know how to do that ha ha ha.”

“The world definitely needs more tops. You seem cute. We should meet up, maybe get coffee, or you could come to my place for a drink, and at the very least, we can check kissing off your list.”

“I don’t know. To be honest, I’m incredibly nervous about meeting anyone in person. How do I know you’re not a murderer or rapist or going to beat me up for wanting to experiment with other guys?”

“Those are all fair concerns. I’ve met a few guys on here over the last couple of years, and I’ll be honest, it doesn’t get easier. You just never know what someone’s true intentions are. I always let my horniness win out, and I take the leap of faith. I’m also 6’ 200lbs, so I’m not too worried about being physically taken advantage of.” He attached a picture of him in a towel at the gym, his face hidden behind the camera.

“Oh wow, you have a great body. I can tell you work out a lot. I don’t have pictures of myself undressed, but this is me at the beach last summer.” I attached a picture of me in knee-length swim trunks; my face cropped out. Thankfully, I had a bit of a tan since it was late summer, and it’s the only shirtless picture I have in digital format. My sister took it and had it on her new MySpace account with the caption, “Baby brother going to college.” The angle made me look like I have abs, but really, I have “skinny guy abs,” which I’m told are not the same.

“Dude, you’re sexy. You should be proud of your body. I didn’t look that good at 18, assuming you are 18 like you said ha ha ha.”

“Yes, I’m 18, like I said. And really, a virgin. And really unsure of my sexuality and what I do and don’t want to do. Ugh, it’s frustrating.”

“I get that. I went through a lot of phases to get to where I am right now. Accepting my sexuality took a lot of experimenting. I thought I was bisexual, but after a lot of sex with guys and girls, I realized sex with guys was so much better, and that led me to realize I am probably a five on the Kinsey scale. With the right woman, absolutely beautiful and funny, then I can fuck her. But with guys, I give a lot of leeway.”

“I feel like I’m probably the same. I find certain women attractive, but I don’t want to have sex with them as much as I want to be around them. Then I meet their boyfriends, and I get butterflies. I’m a mess.”

“Ha ha ha, you’re not a mess. You’re just going through the process every guy goes through. I’m happy to help in any way you want, but I’d love to meet you in person either way.”

I took a few days to respond to that, but after three days without being able to jerk off because of the prison cell I called “my life” in the dorms with a roommate who sucks, I finally wrote him back, “I’d like to meet too, but not in public. I want to go to your place so we can try stuff. I don’t want to commit to anything specific, but it would be really nice to have privacy. I assume you live alone?”

“I do live alone. Why don’t you come over Friday night? I can set the mood; we can talk and see what happens.”

“That sounds nice. Just so I know, you don’t have any STDs, do you? I’m not planning to go…down that road, but I’m a virgin and don’t want to catch anything if we did.”

“I have a clean bill of health; I can show you my recent test results when you come by.” He attached his address and reminded me this is supposed to be fun, not scary.

My roommate returned and immediately started peppering me with some of the most mundane information about his incredibly dull day. He showered and returned with a towel around his tiny waist. He slipped on some white briefs with a gold and blue pinstripe on the waistband under the towel, then hung the towel on his towel hook. I hadn’t noticed how his body almost looked prepubescent, with little junk in the trunk, and the bulge in the front was even less noticeable. He did nothing for me. Which only made me question more if I was doing the right thing meeting this stranger from the internet.

Friday came, and I went to class, paying little to no attention to my professors. My nerves were in battle with my hormones. I was terrified that everyone I made eye contact with could somehow tell what I was planning for tonight. Even though I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into, it felt like they could read it all over my face.

Back at the dorm, I dropped off my backpack, showered, and put on clean clothes since my nervous sweat made today's clothes stink. I checked my email and then MapQuest to make sure I didn’t get lost on my way to his place, and of course, when I started printing the directions, my roommate came in.

“Oh hey, Matthew, I wasn’t expecting you,” I tried my best to sound calm as more pages printed.

He looked at me funny. “Yeah, we had a test today, so my study group decided to take the night off.” There was a pause as he shuffled around, “What’s all that?”

“Ummm, this?” My heart was pounding, and I didn’t want to have to lie. “I’m driving across town to meet…a friend…who is going to teach me some, umm…relaxation techniques. So I’m not so stressed all of the time,” I snatched the next page printing before it dropped in the tray.

His brows furrowed, “like, yoga?”

I bit my lower lip, trying not to smile at the idea of what we might really get up to. “Umm, kinda, I guess.”

His head bobbed, and then he decided he didn’t care and started taking his clothes off. “I'm going to take a shower. A bunch of us are getting dinner tonight, and then we’re going to join the prayer group that meets on the mall near the girls' dorm.” He dropped his pants, standing in his underwear. “Will you be back for dinner?”

I turned and looked him up and down, his body still doing nothing for me. “I don’t think so.”

He wrapped his towel around his waist, then reached under to pull his underwear off and toss them in his hamper. “Do you want to join the prayer group after?”

“I’m not sure when I'll be back. If I hit traffic, I might be pretty late. " The last page finally printed, and I quickly gathered the information.

He grabbed his shower kit, “Well, drive safe,” he said, holding the door knob. “I’ll pray for you,” he added before leaving the room.

I shook my head as the door closed and rolled my eyes. Something about him just irritates me to the point that my nerves have been killed, and I’m more determined than ever to go through with tonight's little experiment.

I drove for more than an hour to reach his apartment building. Finding parking was a nightmare, and the voice in my head told me this was a sign, but my gut…or maybe my balls told me it wasn’t, and that was all I needed to keep moving.

He buzzed me in, meeting me at the door of his third-floor apartment. Dressed in a Nirvana t-shirt and basketball shorts, he smiled at me as he leaned against the door frame.

“Hey,” I said nervously.

“Hey, I’m Eden,” he held his hand out, looking me up and down.

I nervously shook it, my voice cracking and making me feel like a child, “I’m Clinton.”

He grinned and said, “Come on in, Clinton. " He held the door open so I could walk past him. I got a whiff of his scent—it smelled like Tommy Cologne and manly musk. His apartment had an additional musk that was definitely from his working out on the Bowflex in the corner of the living room, but not that gross locker room smell. This was explicitly sexy, man musk.

I stood awkwardly in the space between the living room and the bar, which created a separation from the kitchen. Unsure what to do, I put my hands in my pockets and looked for alternate exists should this sexy and massive guy attack me.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” he said as a statement and not a question. “Do you want a drink?”

I spun to look at him as he went behind the counter. “I…yeah, sure.” I sat on one of the wooden barstools since it was my closest seat.

“I have beer, water, soda, and some Sunny-D,” he grinned, then shook his head. “It’s a joke; you can laugh. I don’t actually have Sunny-D, but I could make us some margaritas if you want.”

“I…whatever you’re having, I guess,” I shrugged, clasping my hands together so they don’t flail around and give me away for how awkward and nervous I am.

He grinned, “Margaritas it is.”

I noticed a piece of paper on the counter and glanced at it.

“That’s my test results. Take a look,” he said, breaking out a bag of ice and chipping pieces into his blender.

I don’t know what the results are supposed to look like, and the document was a bit confusing, though the word “negative” was repeated several times, which seemed like a good thing. So I slid the paper away from me, feeling a bond of trust between us.

We talked about a lot of things, like what TV shows we were watching, his college degree, and what I’m planning to major in, as we did a really delicate dance around the subject of sex until we were well into our second margarita.

“So, let me ask you, since you don’t have any real experience, to understand better what you may or may not be into, I’m curious what kind of porn you’ve watched or looked at, I guess,” he asked and took a sip of his drink.

This made me chuckle, “Well, straight porn, mostly. Or I guess only. I don’t dare look at porn on my computer, and the only videos I’ve seen were with friends, which was…”

“Only straight porn,” he nodded, understanding.

I giggled, feeling more relaxed and a little warm.

“So, what, you watched the porn and thought, I’d rather be her than him?” He asked with a straight face.

I giggled again. Blushing, I shook my head, “I don’t know, I just know that the stuff with just girls didn’t do anything for me. I was more turned on with the scenes that included the guys, and…” I trailed off and took a sip.

“And?” His eyebrow arched up.

“Well, when I glanced at my friend, I could tell he had a boner in his pajamas, and that really turned me on,” I felt my face turn beat red and took a big sip of my drink.

He nodded, not adding to my embarrassment, “that’s understandable. I was the same way with my friends back in school. I was able to jerk off with some of them, but after blowing one of them, it got around that I might be gay, and the jerking off stopped.” He shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

His confession had my blood rushing to my prick. I sipped my drink. Unsure what to say next.

He topped off our drinks with the last of the blender's contents. “Cheers,” he said, holding up his glass. Here’s to trying new things.” He clinked my glass, and we sipped.

We traded glances back and forth. He came around the counter and sat on the stool next to me. He sipped his drink and then put his hand on my knee. “So, you’re very inexperienced but willing to try new things, and I’m willing to teach you.”

“Right,” I jumped in the pause, thinking it was a question.

He grinned, his hand sliding further above my knee, making me so excited it started shaking. His eyes met mine; he slowly leaned in and put his lips to mine. His pillowy lips gently kissed mine, and I nearly fainted, letting out a high-pitched sound that could only be described as a whimper. I kissed him back. I was unsure of how kissing works, but my instincts took over. His big hand reached the back of my head, pulling me tighter to his lips. His tongue slid across my lips, and I opened them to allow him to enter my mouth and dance his tongue along mine. I couldn’t help but moan.

We made out for another minute before he broke the kiss, and I sighed. Feeling more turned on than I had ever been in my life, I just wanted to keep kissing him.

“Was that ok?” He asked, making sure I was still into it.

“Awesome,” I shrugged bashfully.

His lips curled into a devious smile. “Good.” He took a sip of his drink, and I mimicked him, drinking my drink longer than he did his just to prove…something. He set his glass back on the counter. The sound seemed loud because the only other sound in the room was my heart beating out of my chest. He spun the glass on the counter slowly with his fingertips and then brought his eyes back up to mine. “Do you trust me?”

I wet my lips and smiled, “yes?”

He slid his hand up from my knee to mid-thigh and squeezed. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “How about we go into the bedroom.” He took a dramatic pause, his manly scent filling my nose, his warm breath on my ear. “We can get undressed. You can explore my body. I can explore your body. Then, when you’re ready, you’ll let me teach you all of the things you’re ready to learn.”

I felt weak. All the blood rushed out of my brain, and my dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. To avoid fainting from the blood rushing in all the wrong directions, I chose not to speak and just nodded.

He smiled, his palm on my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me again, “Good.” Then his hand dropped down my arm. He stood, pulled me off the stool, and led the way to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit; he put some slow jams on his stereo by pushing play on the CD player. Then he danced with me. Him behind me, slow dancing, his chin on my shoulder, arms wrapped around my waist, hips grinding on me; I could feel a prominent bulge nestled between my butt cheeks. The thought made my head spin and my heart flutter. His left hand came up my shirt, tracing my abs to my chest, pulling me into him. He started kissing my neck as his right hand drifted down my abs between my jeans and underwear, wasting no time in groping my package. Heat spread through my body with every tingle of his touch, like a wildfire; it connected all at once and came out of me like a moan as I leaned into his touch.

His groping of my cock and balls from outside my briefs was already bringing me close to jizzing in my Hanes. I have never been touched by anyone like this, and the sensation is too intense. I let out another whimper as his hand closed tighter on my family jewels, and that was all it took. I trembled and instantly creamed myself, twitching against him as he held me from falling as my knees buckled.

“I got you,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice and the pride he got from making me cum so quickly and easily.

I recovered quickly, incredibly embarrassed, and stood back up straight. “I…ummm…Oh man,” I stammered.

He held me tight to his chest, his chin back on my shoulder. “It’s ok, you’re ok. Let’s get you out of those soaked undies,” he kissed my cheek and let me stand. I felt instantly guilty. Like what I was doing was a sin, a crime, letting another man make me cum. I also didn’t know what to do next. I couldn’t drive home with cum soaked underwear for an hour, and I certainly couldn’t drive after the margaritas that had my head spinning.

His hands met at the button of my jeans, quickly undoing them and pushing them down my thighs until they fell loose around my ankles. My tighty whities are on full display in the dim light. He kissed my neck again, and I instantly forgot how disgusted I was with myself. His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and started pulling up. I lifted my arms, and he pulled my shirt off, dropping it on the floor next to my jeans. I bit my lip, my heart pounding; I’ve never been this intimate with anyone. His hands sliding back down my now naked torso to the waistband of my briefs set my body back on fire. His thumbs hooked in the elastic and pushed them down over my ass and shoved until they dropped around my ankles onto my jeans.

His lips were on my ear, and he let out a breathy, “Now get on the bed.”

I nodded emphatically, stepping out of the pile of clothes around my ankles. I took two steps away from him, turning to ask, “How do you…” and got tongue-tied as I saw him strip off his shirt, his muscles flexing, the dusting of hair on his abs and chest getting darker in the center for a line that fed down into his waistband. I licked my lips, slowly backing up until the bed brushed against my legs.

I watched as he pinched the sides of his basketball shorts, gave them a quick hard tug, and they fell to the floor, showing off his light blue Jockey Briefs with a white waistband. His muscular thighs and legs grow out of the leg holes like tree trunks; his body is phenomenal. I could feel my dick getting hard again, the shame of the last five minutes washing away as I bit my lower lip and drank in the body of a real man; Eden did it for me.

He walked up to me and put the knuckle of his index finger under my chin, tilting it up so he could kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He was so hot; kissing him was the hottest thing in the world. I just wanted to swallow him whole, but he broke our hiss, giving me a peck on the lips and then kissing my neck and pushing my chest until I fell back onto the bed, bracing myself with my hands so I didn’t fall onto my back.

He stood between my legs, his knees spreading them wider, and leaned over to lick the wet cum off my hardening dick from my previous orgasm.

“Mmmm…oh my,” I fell back onto the bed, gripping the blankets in my fists, trying my best not to explode again as his tongue washed my glans like a lollipop.

He just licked me like a cat, cleaning up the remaining splooge that didn’t soak my underwear, and then he climbed over me and kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth, sharing a flavor I could only assume was my sperm. At first, I flinched at the taste, but knowing he swallowed it and enjoyed it so much, he went down and licked it all up…I couldn’t help but be turned on and somewhat flattered. It didn’t taste bad either.

He put his knees on the mattress, gently pushing me further towards the center of his bed, my legs straddling his spread thighs as he used his arms to lift me and hold me tight to him while we continued to makeout. I felt him dry-humping and grinding into me. The tight fabric barely pinned down the bulge in his briefs. When he grinds hard into me, I can feel his girth brushing between my butt cheeks, and it’s a new pleasure. I couldn’t help but let out a moan that was swallowed by his mouth on mine. I could tell where he wanted this to go, but I wasn’t ready for that, so I broke our kiss.

“I think…I want you to teach me how to be the pitcher,” I blurted out, a little out of breath.

He kissed me again, letting his tongue dip into my mouth once before agreeing, “You want to learn how to top another man?” Then he licked the ridge of my ear, sucking on the lobe and then sucking on my neck.

“Mmmm…yeah,” He was giving me so much pleasure with such little touches I thought I might die from overstimulation…if that’s possible.

“I can do that,” he whispered while gnawing on my neck. “Just relax; I’ll show you how to be a good top.” He continued to kiss down my chest to my abs; then, my hard dick was on his chin for a brief moment before he took me in his mouth.

“Oh…geez, ungh…that’s so good,” I flopped around on the mattress under him as he sucked my dick. The pleasure from his warm wet mouth was enough to fry every brain cell in my head and send my body into a spasming frenzy, almost instantly bringing me to the brink of another orgasm, but he pulled off just in time, and my dick smacked my abs with a loud wet thwack. “Holy cow, that was…so intense,” I chuckled, gasping for breath.

He grinned up at me and started sucking on my balls, one at a time. That was a different kind of intense, not bringing me closer to an orgasm, but keeping me hard and forcing me to relax into it; then my abs would crunch as he sucked a little too hard on one testicle, and I’d groan and hiss until he released me. “Oh man,” I huffed, “Eden,” I chuckled, “I thought you were going to rip my balls off and eat them.” I released my grip on the mattress.

He chuckled, “No way, I am just making sure you don’t cum too quickly. I want your next orgasm to be the one you compare all future orgasms to. You just need to trust me; I’m in it for your pleasure.” He started sucking on the space between my legs and my balls, a new sensation I didn’t know could feel so good. I spread my legs wider to let him get in deeper, and he did, then even deeper. He quickly pushed my legs up from the back of my knees, and his face dipped lower and right into my butt crack, tickling my hole with his tongue.

“MMmm oh, man…yeah, Eden, what are you doing…” I groaned and wiggled on the mattress as his tongue explored my tight butthole. He pushed my legs further up, lifting my butt off the mattress so he could eat my hole out like he was trying to get the ice cream inside the cone without biting the crispy shell.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, pulling his tongue from my hole.

I nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I trust you,” I breathed out.

His tongue went right back into my crack, separating my ring as it pushed in as deep as my body would let him. I gripped tighter on the blankets, trying not to flail too much so I didn’t accidentally pull myself off his tongue. I quickly became aware of the sounds I was making, the sounds I had only ever heard in the porno I watched with my friends, but the moans the girls were making and not the men. I tried to deepen my voice as his tongue penetrated my tight pucker, sending lightning bolts of intense pleasure into my body, “Ungh…Eden that feels so good,” I groaned in a mostly manly way.

I felt him smile as he pushed his tongue even deeper into me and my legs even further up, so my knees almost touched my shoulders as he ate me out. I felt myself relaxing my abs so I could breathe, which also relaxed my sphincter around his tongue and allowed him to push it in just a little deeper so he could lick my tender, hidden walls and give me even more pleasure.

He spread my legs wide, stretching muscles in my thighs that relaxed my butt cheeks even more, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips on his tongue, humping the air with my rock-hard dick. “Mmmm, geeze…that’s so good,” I moaned. Taking deep breaths, I tried to focus on the pleasure, not how he was treating me like I was the girl in the video and he was the guy. He said he would teach me how to “top,” and my mind couldn’t help but wonder how him sticking his tongue inside my virgin butthole was going to teach me anything, but “Mmmm,” it feels so good I don’t want to question it.

He let my legs slowly back down onto the mattress and climbed back up my body, grinding his brief-covered crotch into my nude one, kissing my neck a little more, and then my mouth. Sticking his tongue in my mouth, I could taste the difference from when it was covered in my cum a little while ago. “Do you want to try sucking my dick?”

My stomach sank. Part of me really wanted to try it, but a part of me knew I would like it too much and never be able to be…straight again. I nodded slowly.

“Good,” he growled and rolled off of me onto his back. I watched as he slipped his briefs off and kicked them off his ankles and the bed. His dick sprang free, visible for the first time. It was a solid seven inches, circumcised, thicker than mine, and had a noticeable curve up that started around inch four. The tip was oozing precum, which made my mouth water. He gave himself a few strokes and then reached over with his free hand to grab mine and pull it towards his dick. I hesitated but quickly wrapped my hand around it. The spongy feeling of another man's hard member was surreal. I imagined it would be even more solid than my own erection, but it was soft to the touch while firm at its core. “That’s it. It’s not fragile, just treat it like it’s your own dick,” he grumbled, flexing his abs under my touch.

I realized quickly if I squeezed tighter and stroked him harder, I could milk out precum since it gave him pleasure, and more importantly, I had complete control over his pleasure, and that gave me a rush. I stroked him faster; hearing him breathe heavier excited me; knowing I did that to him, I was making him drip the precum with every squeeze and stroke, and it made me squeeze out a drop of my own precum.

He let me play with it for a couple of minutes, but then he reached up, placing his hand on the back of my head, and slowly pulled me down. It was my turn to taste him, to use my mouth to give him pleasure. I licked the pool of juice on his tip, coating my tongue, the sweet nectar set off something inside me, a hunger like I opened a genie’s bottle that couldn’t be closed, and I dove onto his dick.

My mouth was a little dry, and he groaned, “Watch your teeth,” but the longer I had him in my mouth, the saliva started to flow, and in no time, I was able to suck him like a popsicle.

“Mmm, that’s it, Clint, suck my dick like a man,” he groaned.

His words of encouragement did more than get me to try even harder; he made me realize that I lost nothing of my manhood by sucking his dick. If anything, I felt more like a man for taking this step and doing something that scared me. He pulled me out of my thoughts as he rocked his hips up, and his shaft went right into my throat, gagging me pretty quickly. I pulled off with a gurgle, his dick now coated in thick spit as I let my stomach settle and air fill my lungs.

“You’re doing so good; keep going,” he said, pulling me back onto him. I gave him the best and only blow job I’ve ever given. I tried to mimic the head moves he did on me. The curve of his dick made it harder for me to get into my throat like he did with mine. My dick is straight, no curves, and my head comes to a point. His head is a little more round and overall bigger than mine, but the curve has it pointing towards the roof of my mouth instead of the back of my throat, and it pokes at my uvula every time I get him deeper inside my mouth, forcing me to fight my gag reflexes, but I’m getting the hang of it.

“Mmm, that’s it, just open your throat for me,” he rocked his hips, his hand back on my head so I couldn’t pull off as he pushed in. I gagged, but he held me and pushed until his pubes tickled my nose and my eyes watered, then quickly let me pull off. “There you go, see, you can do it, just need to relax, baby,” he pushed me back down and repeated the lesson. I gagged again, but less this time, knowing he would let me back up once I was all the way down. After a few more assisted pushes down to his root, I was almost able to get all the way down on my own.

I had a sudden sense of pride in my newfound oral skill. His gentle moaning let me know I was getting an “A” on this lesson. I was a little nervous that I might be too good and he would explode in my mouth. I was enjoying all of this way more than I thought I would, but I don’t know if I could take another man's entire load in my mouth without gagging…or worse.

He pushed my head down one last time, holding me as he gently rocked his hips, getting himself deeper into my throat than ever. I gagged, but he rocked his hips again and again until I had to pull off, and he let me. This time, I pulled all the way off, needing to wipe the tears from my eyes.

He chuckled, “Damn, that almost made me cum,” he grinned at me, stroking his rock-hard dick. He reached down and pulled me up to him by my armpits. His lips quickly covered my wet mouth, and we started making out again. He rolled on top of me, spreading my legs wide over his thighs as his wet dick slipped down and started sliding through my crack, over my hole.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, my arms wrapping tighter around his neck as I held onto him as tight as he held onto me. He rocked his hips again, the head of his dick poked at my pucker, and he moaned into my mouth as he added pressure right at the bullseye. It stung as the skin stretched my skin, but my tight ring didn’t give in to his thick stick. I broke our kiss, “Wait, I want to be the top,” I huffed.

He sat up straight, reaching over to his nightstand, pulled out a tube of lube, and squirted a generous amount onto his hand. “No, you want to learn how to be a top,” he stroked his dick with the lube. Then squirt more onto his hand, and it went straight to my hole, smearing it all over as he felt for my browneye and then shoved a rigid finger in and made me gasp.

“Ahhh, shhh…fuuugNaw, oh man, that stings,” I groaned, wincing and clawing at the blankets.

“Just relax, open up that hole,” he wiggled his finger inside me. It felt painful, but an intriguing hidden pleasure came with it.

I hissed, “I don’t understand,” I groaned.

He rubbed his free hand up and down my torso, “The only way you can learn to be a good top is first to be a good bottom,” he slipped a second finger inside me. The sting of my insides being stretched around his stiff fingers was twice as intense.

“Ungh…crap, that really doesn’t feel good,” I groaned.

“That feeling is called resistance,” he kept wiggling his fingers inside me. “A guy's ass is not like a girl's vagina, it needs to be coaxed open. The tongue fucking I gave you earlier loosened you up so I could get my fingers in. My fingers are going to loosen you up so I can slide my dick in,” he instructed, his fingers trying to spread my hole open.

I instinctively clenched down on his fingers, “Ungh, can’t you use your tongue some more? This doesn’t feel good,” I grunted.

“Just relax, like when you’re in the bathroom. Just push out. These muscles are trained to clench and trained to open up. This is when you want to open up; if you clench, it won’t feel good,” he told me.

“Ahh, ok, but I think I’m just a little too tight. Maybe we should go back to the tongue part,” I groaned.

He chuckled, “I’ve already put lube all over your hole and pushed some inside; I can’t go back to eating you out…I’d be eating the lube. I can tease your hole with my dick; it feels just as good, if not better, than the tongue,” he suggested.

I groaned, “Yeah, ok, fine.”

He pulled his fingers out of my hole, added more lube to his dick, and scooted further under my spread legs so his tip could touch my ring. He does this circular motion on my hole with his dick head that just feels so amazing; I can’t help but relax a little to the touch.

“You like how that feels?” He asks, pushing ever so lightly on my hole, just continuing the circle motion.

I swallow hard, admitting what he already knows; I offer up a quiet and breathy “Yeah.”

His slick dick is leaking precum on my tight pucker as he continues the teasing. Every few circles or slides across the center, he pushes just a little more, and I whimper under him. What he is doing just feels so amazing. He leaned over me, planking on his left arm while his right hand continued to use his dick to pleasure my hole. He kissed me for a few of the circles, then worked his way down to my neck, and it set my body on fire. Without any warning, he suddenly pushed just a little more, and I felt him lodge his helmet into my anus. It breached my opening, and I sighed in pain and pleasure while he kissed my neck and forced more of his stiff cock inside my ass. Pain floods my brain, and I push on his thighs to get him to back out of me.

“Ahh, that hurts,” I groaned, now pushing on his shoulders to try and stop him from going deeper.

“Just relax, push out, and it’ll just slip right in,” he said in a sexy, bassy voice.

He held his dick only an inch inside me. My ass was clamped down hard on his member, and I could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat. The sudden fear he might be blowing his load inside me had me scared.

“You don’t have a condom on; you need to put a condom on,” I hissed.

He kissed me, “Trust me, you don’t want me to wear a condom. It doesn’t feel as good. Besides, I don’t have anything you can catch, and you can’t get pregnant,” he chuckled; his dick twitching inside me again.

My scrambled brain couldn’t come up with another excuse, so I just nodded.

He kissed my neck again, then put his lips to my ear, “Can I go a little more?”

I nodded, gripping his thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist to brace myself for what was about to happen.

He nudged his dick a little deeper with the rock of his hips, hitting something inside me that shot a bolt of pleasure up my spine. “Ungh,” my eyes shot open.

With his dick now lodged in my butthole and both his arms free, he wrapped them tightly under me, “Feel that? That’s your prostate; it’s the male G-spot,” he rocked his hips, and the head of his dick pointed right up into and slid across my spot again. It felt so good my nuts tightened, and a massive squirt of precum pumped out of my dick between us.

“Mmm, I like that,” I moaned, completely forgetting about the stinging sensation from being stretched open in ways God had not intended.

He rocked his hips painfully slowly, pushing on my prostate with every subtle thrust. “I’m going to go deeper; just relax and push out,” he said and rocked his hips hard, instantly sinking a few inches deeper.

A strangled scream escaped my lips, followed by a loud hiss as I gripped the blankets so tight they pulled up on the bed. He held his dick there for a minute, and I felt it pulsing again. “Are you cumming in me?”

He chuckled and kissed my ear, “No, that’s just precum. You’re so tight; it feels so good on my raw dick; I can’t help but leak like a faucet in you.” He rocked his hips gently, and it twitched inside me again.

I know I already had his precum in my mouth, and he swallowed my load, but I was still nervous about it all. “You’re not going to shoot in me, are you?”

He kissed my neck, then my cheek as he continued to rock his hips inside me, “Mmm, I won’t if you don’t want me to, but it feels so good if you let me,” he grumbled as he shifted his weight, planking on both arms now. He kissed me on the lips, his tongue snaking into my mouth as he pulled his dick most of the way out and then thrust back in, deeper than it was before, and I groaned as he hit a new resistance area inside me. He gave me a few good thrusts before breaking our kiss, “now reach down and start stroking your cock. Don’t think about anything except how good this feels and how much you want this,” he said.

I nodded, his eyes smiling at me as I gripped my dick and started masturbating. The feeling of him thrusting inside me while I jerk off is insane. “Mmmm, ungh,” I keep moaning with each thrust and retreat of his dick in me. I’m leaking precum like crazy from his curved dick, pegging my prostate with each long stroke. I can already feel my balls tightening. “I’m close,” I warned him.

He bear-hugged me and rolled us onto his back, “Ride me,” he said.

“Huh?” I looked at him confused until he thrust up into my ass, “Ungh,” and then pushed my hips so I sank all the way down his shaft, his helmet hitting an even deeper spot inside me. The mix of pleasure and pain was so overwhelming I lost control. I leaned forward, putting my hand on his firm chest, and started stroking myself furiously. He started pegging me from underneath, pounding my prostate, and within seconds, I gasped, “I’m gonna shoot.” With no ability to hold back or wait for him to respond, the next thrust up into me set me off. My balls clenched so hard that my cum rocketed out of my dick and hit the pillow behind him. The next shot squirt across his chest and neck, the next hitting his happy trail, and the rest dribbled out, pooling in his belly button. “Ungh,” I twitched from the intense pleasure, he kept gently thrusting up into my butt as my orgasm subsided, and when I relaxed, he stopped for a few seconds as I caught my breath and took it all in.

His left hand held firm on my hips while his right hand stroked up and down my torso, letting the tingly sensation in my body calm. As I caught my breath, he started to rock his hips up into me gently. The pleasure was retreating with my orgasm and getting replaced with discomfort. I was about to pull off him, but his hands held my hips and held me tight. I hissed, unsure what happens now, but I know I can’t handle much more of this. “Are you close?” I groaned through clenched teeth.

“Not yet,” he thrust a few more times, “if you roll on your back, I’ll be close pretty quick,” he said with certainty.

“Ok,” I groaned, pulling off him and laying on my back. He added more lube to his dick, and my sore ring then slipped in with a quick hard thrust. “Ungh…ahh,” I hissed, biting my lower lip.

He leaned over me, kissing me and my neck, bringing back the faintest pieces of pleasure, but the sting was also returning with every thrust. I spread my legs out as wide as I could, hoping to ease the natural resistance inside me, but every thrust seemed to hit deeper and deeper. Even the pegging of my prostate was more intense, making my toes curl and somehow pushing more cum out of my drained balls so it leaked between us.

“Ungh, Eden, are you close?” I groaned.

“Getting close,” he kept thrusting, panting in my ear.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I strained, toes curling even more from the intensifying thrusting inside me.

“If you let me cum in you, I can finish real quick,” he panted in my ear.

“Ungh, mmm, ok, hurry,” I pleaded. Holding onto him as his thrusting intensified even more. Humping into me so hard the vibration of his hips hitting my butt reverberated into me and tickled my prostate in a new way that felt pleasurable in this intense moment.

“Oh, shit, I’m close,” he warned.

I felt his dick start to swell inside me, adding even more pressure, but somehow a more pleasurable pressure, “Ungh, hurry,” I moaned.

A few more hard thrusts and another grunt from him, “I’m cumming,” he panted in my ear, thrusting hard inside me. His dick spasmed so hard, and the warmth inside me made me moan with him as my butt clenched down on his swollen dick.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as the onslaught ceased, and I knew I was being flooded. I can feel him pulsing harder inside me than when he was leaking precum, and his hips rock while he shoots his stuff deeper, and his shallow thrusts smear his juices over my burning inner walls—gasping and panting with the quietest grunts as he finishes and relaxes on top of me.

“Oh, man, that was good,” he mumbles into my neck.

His hot breath on me no longer felt sexy, but his body on mine, in mine, felt so right I almost wanted to cry. A rush of pleasure came over me as the new warmth inside me made its way into my guts. I traced the muscles in his back for a minute as the last few spasms of his spent dick dribbled the rest of his orgasm into me before he pulled out a deflated dick and flopped onto his back.

He turned to look at me, still catching his breath, “Are you ok?”

I nodded. Unsure what to say, I blurted out, “I think…I think I’m gay.” Having never said those words out loud, it sent a rush of emotions through me, and I had to hold back from crying in front of Eden.

He rubbed my chest, then pulled me in for a tight hug, his naked body spooning against mine. “It’s ok, it will all be ok,” he said. We lay there silently for a few minutes before he added, “Do you want to stay the night?”

Reality struck in those seven words, “I can’t. I have to go back, or my roommate will freak out.”

After a few more minutes of cuddling, I got dressed. He loaned me a pair of briefs from the back of his drawer, from his “younger twink days,” he said. They were Jockey bikini briefs, a bit faded, but had a black base with a few different colors in pinstripes throughout. They were really comfortable. He promised to wash my cum covered underwear for me and told me he’d give them back if I came back and let him do me again.

I drove home with thoughts running through my head a million miles an hour. Going through phases of panic and joy as I passed one highway exit after the next. When I got back to the dorm, Matthew was already asleep. A part of me wanted to wake him up and tell him I’m gay and just had gay sex, but I let him sleep, deciding I needed to sleep because I wasn’t thinking clearly.

I stripped down, getting a pair of my white briefs out of the dresser and tucking Eden’s sexy briefs into the back of my drawer so I didn’t accidentally wake up and have Matthew see me wearing them and question why I had them and where they came from. Then I drifted off to sleep, having the best sleep of my life.