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Monday, June 18, 2012

What the hell Frank?  

What are you doing?

I was taking a nap.  What's your problem?

Don't you have a bedroom for that?

What's got up your ass?  

Since when do you go naked all over the house?

That's it? I'm naked?  Fuck, I didn't think you'd care.

What's that supposed to mean?

I just thought you be cool with it.  I've always been naked at home.

Not in the six months we've lived together.

For this very reason.  I could see my straight room mates getting all homophobic about it, but not you.

Oh so just cuz I'm gay, I supposed to like seeing you naked all the time.

I just thought you wouldn't care.

Cuz I'm queer.  Fuck you Frank.

Why does it bother you.  We get naked at the gym.  We get naked at the beach.  What does it matter?

It just does.  You're just fuckin'.....you're fucking with me.

No I'm not.  What do you mean?

You know......you......you know I'm .............you're hot.

That's what this is all about?  I turn you on?

Oh fuck off.

That's it isn't it?  YOU LIKEEE!

Oh fuck you Frank. 

You want my wee wee.

FUCK YOU.  God damn breeder.

You want my wee wee, you want my booty.  You like my titties to?

Don't touch me!  Go away.

I knew you wanted me.

Oh fuck you.  Get off me.  I don't want you.

You do to.  When I asked you what type of guy you liked, you described me to a tee.

Fuck, I knew it.

Knew what?

I embarrassed myself completely.  Ever since I told you that two days ago, I've been worried you think that.

Dude, you were looking right at my body, describing it.  Yeah, I caught it.

Fuck get off my lap.  I'm embarrassed now.

Buddy, I'm totally flattered.  I think it cool you find me attractive.

I don't.  You're fucking straight.  You're just teasing me.

Yeah, and judging from the lump under my butt, it's working.

Keep it up and I'm going to ram that lump up your ass.

Ooo, so manly.  You're such a manly man.

GET OFF ME BREEDER.

(Kiss) Okay, I've got to figure out what's for dinner any way.

Don't kiss me unless you mean it.

Oh don't read so much into it.

Did you know I was gay before I told you?

Ha!  I had a pretty good hunch.  You're not as subtle about checking guys out as you think.

Why didn't you say something instead of letting me go through the torture of trying to figure out if I could tell you.

Because by letting you figure it out, you learned you could trust me.  I knew you'd tell me when you felt it was okay.


That's true.  I wish you'd go put some pants on though.

Do I turn you on?


Let go, you freak.  You know you do.

You want me.


I want to tie you up and fuck you lights out.

I'd go for a blow job but not a butt job.  


Yeah, and what would you do for me?

I don't know.  You could jack off, maybe.


Fuck you.

Wouldn't you enjoy sucking me and jacking off.  I'd let you cum on me.


So I'd be your bitch.

Not cool huh?


I've been in those situations before.  All it got me was the occasional nut and a broken heart.

You fell in love with him?


Yeah, he really led me to believe I was special.  He had a half dozen fags blowing him.  Then he beat one up bad and got arrested.  Turns out he was beating most of us up.

He ever beat you?


No, I was his room mate.  He knew I'm a black belt.

So if he was having lot's of guys blow him, he wasn't all that straight.  


He was bi and hated his gay side.  His father's a baptist preacher.  He's just fucked up.

And you're afraid I'm like him.


You're not like him.  He wasn't a nice guy.  You are.

So are you buddy,  I'd never want to hurt you.


You are.

Really, I don't mean to.


You're sitting on the leg I bruised at Karate practice.

Ha! good, I'm glad that's all I'm hurting.  I guess, I'll go put something on since I can't seduce you.


Oh you've done that already.  I'd love to suck you off, then grease up you buns and fuck your crack.

I could go for that as long as you don't accidentally poke it in.


Really, you'd do that?

Yeah, It's the least I can do if you get me off.


Hmm, so just how straight are you.

Straight enough to know that having a good time with a buddy isn't going to change me.  Straight enough to show a buddy I can care about him and not worry that I'm all of a sudden going to turn gay.  


You're going to break my heart.

Not if yo.u don't fall in love with me.  I can't be more than a best friend.


I know, that's what scares me.  I'm not real good at holding on to my heart.

Yeah, I see that.  You've really been hurt haven't you?


All I ever wanted was someone to love me.  Even if the sex sucked, I wouldn't care.  I just want someone to talk to and hold me.

I can hold you.


That's nice, and I loved the feeling I got when you were sitting in my lap.  That's just temporary though.

Hey, I don't mind if I'm just Mister Right Now.  


You? Isn't that who I'd be, just a blow job till Miss Right comes around.

Yeah, some day a girl is going to decide she can put up with all my crap and I'll be ready to put up with hers.  Same for you.  Any day now you could meet Mr. Right.  Till then, we can have some fun.  


I do want to throw you down and maul you right now.

Tell you what, you suck me off and I'll jack you off.


If you do that for me, you never have to wear clothes in the house again.

Deal.


Well you got hard awful fast.

I've been horny all day.  Aren't you going to get naked to.


Straight huh?

I'm just a nudist, and I like the feeling of skin on my skin.  


Okay.

Let me go first, I'll give you a reach around.


Sure........Oh that's feels good.  You do it just right.

Nice cock buddy.  So hard.  The veins are so big.  You're not going to last long are you?


Nope.  I warn you I really shoot a long ways.  Oh man, here we goooooooooo.........ahhhhhhhhh!

AAAAK! Right in my face.


I warned you.  Ha ha right in you eye.  Hope you closed it in time.

Just barely.  My mouth was open though.


You got cum in you mouth?

A bunch of it.  


Did you swallow it?

Some, it wasn't too bad.  


You got it in your hair to.  Man, I really shot off that time.  I'll go get you a wet towel.

Don't worry about it.  I'll take a shower when we're done.


How 'bout I lick it off you face.

Kinky, but yeah, go ahead.


How's that?

That was nice.  Like being kissed.


What's happening?

I think we better stop...........no........wait.  Don't move.....you feel good.


This isn't going to turn out good is it.

I don't know, but right now I don't want it to stop.  


Me either.  You don't even have a hard on any more.

I guess I'm satisfied doing this.  Holding you feel good.


Yeah, it does..............Let's take a nap.  Maybe you'll feel like a blowjob when we wake up.

Only if you want to.


Oh I'll want to.  Don't worry about that.......Franky? You asleep already?.........I guess so.  Oh boy, this is going to hurt.  What the hell.  I'll enjoy it while it lasts.




Sunday, June 17, 2012

How long do you think we're going to be stuck here?

After a major Gulf Coast hurricane, two college students, Greg and Patrick,  from one apartment complex that was wiped out were put up in a motel.  All they had was what little clothes they could grab on the way out of town.  Everything else including their cars was lost.  For days, the laid around the motel room watching TV.  Eating the MRIs FIMA provided and sleeping.  It was bad enough they lost everything, but having to share a room with a stranger seemed awkward.  On top of that, the motel had given all the beds to families and given the boys a sleeper sofa. 

The first day, Greg suggested they hang out in just underwear and keep the few clothes they had clean.  Patrick agreed.  He was uneasy about it, but it made sense.  Patrick was from a strict Southern Baptist family.  His father was a religious fanatic.  He would freak out if Patrick was seen in his home less than fully dressed.  He couldn't even go barefoot.  Patrick was very uneasy being in his underwear in front of Greg.

Greg on the other hand had no problem tossing off his underwear and climbing under the covers beside Patrick.  In fact, often, he would come out of the bathroom naked after a shower and hang around the room naked for some time before getting dressed.  

Patrick found himself trying desperately not to look at his big hunky body.  He felt strange when he looked at him and in bed, when they touched, he'd get that feeling even worst.

One day, while flipping through the channels, Greg came upon an adult channel that had some how been activated on the cable.  Patrick was in the bathroom shaving when he found it.  When Patrick came out, Greg was on the bed with his hand in his underwear, watching it.  

Patrick rushed back in the bathroom.  Finally, he decided Greg wasn't going to stop and he really didn't know him well enough to make an issue about it, so he decided to just ignore him.  He came out and sat down on the other end of the bed.  He could hear the sex sounds on the TV and Greg's heavy breathing.

Finally, he turned and looked.  A group of clothed women had a naked man pinned down.  They were jacking and sucking him.  He couldn't take his eyes off the screen. He laid back and watched.  His hand crept into his underwear.  His cock was hard and his fist closed around it.

"That would be a cool situation to be in." Greg said, startling Patrick.  

"Uh yeah, very." Patrick.  

"I haven't gotten off sense we got here." Greg said.

"How long do you think we're gonna be stuck here?" Patrick asked.

"It's looking more and more like weeks." Greg said.  "I talked to the hotel manager this morning.  He thinks we are going to get moved to another hotel soon."

"I hope it's got beds." Patrick said.  They watched the movie, silently for a while.  The girls captured another guy and stripped him to.  Then the threw down and started giving him the treatment.  Greg pulled out his dick.  It was long and thick.  Patrick was amazed at how much it had grown.  Huge veins wormed around the shaft.  Patrick's own cock was much like it.  Patrick loved the feeling of the thick veins in his hand.  

Greg became aware of his roomy's eyes on his cock.  He purposely held it at the base letting Patrick get a good look at all of it.  In his mind, Patrick compared Greg's cock to his.  Finally, Greg decided to have some fun.  "That's a nice cock you got there buddy." He said.

Patrick jumped like the time his dad walked into the bathroom when he was jacking off in the shower.
Patrick didn't know how to react to the complement other than to return it.  "You to." he said.

"Wanna touch it?" Greg asked.

"What....No....I don't.......I...." Patrick stammered.

"No sweat.  Mind if I feel your?" Greg asked.

"HUH!" Patrick gasped.

Greg didn't wait for a answer.  He reached over and grabbed Patrick's cock. "It's almost exactly like mine.  We could be brothers."  He said stroking Patrick's cock.

Patrick lay stunned, staring at the big hand wrapped around his cock.  It felt so amazing.  Greg stroked the full length of the shaft and ran his hand over the head, seeding jolts of sensations through it, into Patrick's brain. Patrick shook each time Greg's hand passed over the sensitive head.  Greg ran his thumb around and around the tip.  Patrick felt an unfamiliar sensation in his groin.  Greg could feel Patrick's cock flexing.  He knew it wouldn't take much to get this sexual virgin off.  He played with Patrick a little longer, then suddenly he tightened his grip and stroked him faster.  Patrick grabbed his arm, but Greg kept going.  Patrick let out a loud grunt and his back arched.  Then his abs flexed and his load shot up into the air.  

Greg kept pumping his dick.  Cum was flying in all direction.  Patrick had to grab Greg's arm with both of his hands and stop him as his load was spent.  He jumped up and ran into the bathroom.  Greg laughed and used his cum coated hand to jack himself off.

About an hour later, Patrick came out of the bathroom.  Greg had cleaned things up and had his underwear on.  He was asleep on the bed.  Patrick stared at him, then laid down on the other side.

"Next time I'll suck it for you." Greg said, making Patrick jump again.  Patrick didn't sleep all that night thinking about a man sucking his cock.  The next morning. Greg woke up with his usual morning wood.

He got up and went in the bathroom to pee.  When he dame back, Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed.  Without saying a word, Patrick grabbed Greg as he was about to walk by.  He turned him toward him and started sucking his cock.  By the time they got their apartments back, Patrick and Greg only needed one.

Monday, June 4, 2012

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