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My name is Leo. I guess you could say I am three-quarters gay, but I mostly think of myself as straight. I have a smart, beautiful girlfriend, although, now that I think about it, she was always kind of butch-looking. Marisa was an engineering student, ramrod straight, physically, I mean she physically stood like a ramrod. She had a smoking hot body when she was naked, with big tits, a skinny waist, and narrow hips. Of course, you would never know she was so sexual because she wears this sort of engineering uniform: blue chinos and a chambray shirt. All the time. The guys, I hesitate to call them my boyfriends, are well, all three of them are totally different and serve different sexual functions. Can I say that without totally dehumanizing them? Let me start by telling you about Noah. He’s the one who started all this. I met Noah at the college Jazz rehearsal. I played trumpet. Noah played trombone. I would tell you just how well he played the trombone, but that’s just too easy! So, Noah was kind of small and a little effeminate. As a straight guy, I mean, I noticed it, but what do I care if he cuts up and jokes around and stares at guys’ crotches? The girls liked him. He was funny. I liked to be around him, so I was nice to him. I complimented his playing. I laughed at his jokes. Maybe he took that the wrong way because after rehearsal one afternoon, he invited me to skip the college cafeteria food (thank God) and go with him and two girls (one of the drummers and a clarinet player) to get dinner. After some great conversation and two of the best deep-dish pizzas this side of Knoxville, the ladies left us to go watch a volleyball game. After they left, it was just the two of us guys, alone, in the back corner of a college pizza joint. He leaned back in his chair and said, “I’m gay you know.”“So, what do you want for that? A medal?” I said. “No. I just wanted to make sure you knew that,” he said.“I think that’s pretty clear,” I allowed. He sat forward and looked right at me. “So, Leo,” he said, “I’m gay. You know I’m gay, but you’re still here with me–alone in the deep, dark, back corner of a little pizza joint.” I stared at him blankly.He squinted at me.“And you’re straight,” he said. “Or at least you think you’re straight.”“Yeah,” I said.“But you’d let me suck your dick,” said Noah. “What? Uh, no!” I said. “What part of ‘straight’ don’t you understand?”“At least you think you’re straight,” he repeated. “Pretty sure about that,” I said. “Okay then,” he said. Bostancı Escort “No worries. Just making conversation. Do you want to come back to my apartment and practice your trumpet solo?”I looked at him intently. His expression was blank. Noncommittal. Sincere. His offer seemed to be legit, and what trumpet player doesn’t like to practice his jazz solos, so I agreed. I agree to go back to his place and practice. He lived nearby, so we walked three blocks to his apartment. His place was in a nice, residential home with a large, white front porch. We walked across the porch, then around the side, then up the outside staircase to the platform at the top. From the top of the stairs, I looked around at the neighborhood. I thought about the cost of adding the stairs. I wondered how much the landlord made in a month, or if the house was owned by a little old lady who still lived in the basement. I noticed that something was up with me because as I stood on that landing with Noah the trombone player, my heart was pounding. I felt sweaty and worse than that, my dick was hard. My cock was so hard, I could feel my own pulse throbbing from base to tip.Noah looked at my crotch, then he reached out and touched my throbbing dick through my jeans. “No, seriously,” he said. “I love to suck cock, and your cock wants to be sucked.” He squeezed my cock head through the fabric. I tried to pull away, but my back was up against the wooden railing. “Pretty sure I can take every inch of that down my throat,” he said, “and I love cum. You can cum in my mouth. You can cum and cum and cum. Would you like that?”“But I’m not gay,” I said.“Sweetie, it’s not really gay if I do all the work. Is it?”“Pretty much,” I said. “Well, yeah,” admitted Noah with a little smirk. “Come on in, and we’ll get naked.” Should I go in? Would it mean I was gay? Was he really offering me just a blowjob, or was that code for hoping I would switch teams and start wearing women’s underwear? If I didn’t go in, would that mean I was homophobic? Or would stopping it right there mean I was just being honest and refusing to lead him on? Or, by stopping, would I be missing out on something that I had rarely, hardly ever, maybe once in a great while, imagined? My life had not been exactly full of beautiful women offering me cum-soaked blowjobs. I hesitated and I felt my hesitation. I thought it was significant. Noah led the way, and God help me, I followed him inside. We set our instruments Bostancı Escort Bayan by the door. Noah walked into the center of the neat, little, living room and said, “I’d offer you a beer, but I’m afraid you’ll bolt out the door while I’m in the kitchen.”I stammered something stupid, then stood there mentally screaming, “Run you fool, run!” Honestly, though, I was practically a virgin. I had two girlfriends in high school. I made love to the first one just one time. The second girl, I made love to her–twice–then she left for university. I had never had anybody, ever, say that they wanted to suck my cock and eat my cum. At that point, I had not yet met the sexy Marisa. The total number of blowjobs in my life was five. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t argue with the fact that my penis wanted to stay.I heard myself say, “I’ll get the beers.”Then I walked into the kitchen. I found the fridge, opened the door, found the beers, and pulled four of them out. I let the refrigerated air cool my chest. I rubbed the bottles on my flushed cheeks. I took several deep breaths. I wanted my heart rate to slow back down out of the critical range, but it wouldn’t. When I walked back into the tiny living room, Noah was standing there buck-naked. He had a trim, athletic body, and his dick was really hard. His long, thin cock was throbbing so hard I could see his heart beating. Once again, part of my mind screamed to leave now before this got any more embarrassing. Another part of my mind said, “He’s gay. Totally gay. He probably really loves sucking cocks.” A wave of relief swept through my chest. Somehow, him being so blatantly gay made everything okay. I relaxed. My shoulders dropped. My smile came out. I even laughed a little. “Well,” I said, gesturing to his beautiful, long dick, “It looks like at least one of us is gay.”He said, “At least one,” and winked.He gestured for me to come closer. When I was standing right in front of him, closer to a naked man than I had ever stood before, he took the beers and set them aside. “Strip,” he said. “I’m going to move this coffee table so we have plenty of room.”While he turned away to move the table, I hung my head in shame. “Am I really doing this?” I asked myself. “Freaking loser!” said part of my mind. Another part of my mind said, “It’s okay, man. This is college. Lots of guys, and girls, experiment in college and, after all, he is already gay. He’s probably sucked a lot of cocks.” A jolt Escort Bostancı of electricity shot through my dick. “Screw this!” said the main part of my mind. “I’m going in!”I turned away and took off my clothes. When I turned back around, Noah was there, kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa. He had a washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other. He gestured with the towel for me to sit down on the sofa, but I wasn’t ready to sit yet.“I don’t have any roommates,” he said, “so we won’t be disturbed. The door’s locked, so nobody can stumble in on us. I don’t expect you to do anything to me, or for me. You certainly don’t have to suck me back. Just sit down here on the sofa, relax, and let me suck your dick. You can cum in my mouth as hard and as often as you want to.”“Well,” I said, “aren’t you sweet.”“Sweet and sassy,” he said, patting the sofa. I stepped in front of him. He stopped me before I could sit down. He used the warm, damp wash rag to wipe off my stomach, my cock, and my balls. Then he reached between my legs with the wash rag and wiped my butt cheeks and my asshole–which was just weird. This brought his mouth so close to my cock that I could feel his hot breath. He toweled me dry, then told me to sit down.So, I sat down.“Scoot your butt forward to the edge of the cushion,” he said. My face reddening, I did as he said. My dick was literally right in his face. I could feel his hot breath on my balls. “Nice cock,” he said.He reached forward and took my shaft in his hand. A second later, his lips were pressed against the tip of my dick. I felt him gripping my dick with his lips and sliding his wet lips slowly and firmly down over my cock head. He stopped when his lips enveloped my glans. I gasped. What the heck was that? His mouth felt incredible.He swirled his tongue around my throbbing glans. Around and around he went, making me dizzy. Then he stopped, made his tongue flat, and pressed it into the very tip of my cock. It felt awesome, but he wasn’t done. Noah let off the pressure but kept my cock in his mouth. He made his tongue into a point and found my pee hole. He literally did his best to stick his tongue inside of me. He tongued me. He licked the hole. He circled it. He pushed his tongue inside me. Not far. He couldn’t get it in very far, but no one had ever done that before.I moaned. He moaned.He pulled my dick out of his mouth, smiled, and said, “That’s where the cum comes out.” He popped my dick back into his mouth and licked my pee hole again, then pulled my dick out of his mouth with a smacking noise.“Oh, yeah! Right there,” he said, gripping my dick. “I can taste your precum already, and I want the rest of it. I want your cum in my mouth, baby. Fill me up. Choke me with it. Pump it into me and make it drip out between my lips.”
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