porno-graph:     The next morning he grimaced at how his head felt, but smiled at the thought of t

porno-graph:      The next morning he grimaced at how his head felt, but smiled at the thought of the semi-straight guy sleeping in his bed. Scott? Sean—whatever, was probably used to having this type of thing happen. Frat mixers are justifiably notorious for the range of tastes the attendees exhibit, especially when they’re so drunk anything in jeans looks good. This is doubly true if you’re young and aching to lose some innocence, or young and jaded and looking to make someone else lose some more.      He tiptoed into his room after showering and the guy (he was almost sure it started with an ‘s’—Stan, maybe?) was sitting up on the pillow, looking totally wiped out. “Can I have a beer?”      “Sure.” He returned with two beers, and they sat sipping them. The guy gave him a look like ‘God, please! I’ll never drink and commit sodomy again!’      He was certain he’d given S a very sore mouth and an equally sore asshole. The guy had to be a virgin, or at least very inexperienced. He was so tight it had taken a good half-hour of rimming to get him loose enough for penetration, and at least 15 minutes of gentle fucking before he quit howling.      “I was so blitzed last night, I don’t remember a lot.” The excuse. “I do remember how much fun you were. Let’s hang out again next weekend.” I said sure, but expected him to call me in a panic 24 hours later once he’d sobered up and realized what he’d done. Sure enough, 23 hours and 16 minutes later my phone rang. It was him - turns out his name was Steve - having some crisis about him not being gay and how it was all a mistake, we should forget about it etc. He was even thinking of transferring to another fraternity house. Took me a minute to calm him down enough so I could interrupt him. “Remember how good it felt? Remember how you called out my name over and over, how you put your ass in the air for me? How you bitched that it hurt but kept on taking it because you loved feeling full? You never knew sex could be like that, and you loved it. You also loved every second of my tongue opening you up. You’re an excellent cock sucker too but you probably don’t remember the way you just checked out when you had my lips around me?”Silence.“Yeah that’s what I thought. Come over next weekend, like you said, after 8. I’ll buy the beer. Steve, it’s not about being gay, it’s about the best kind of unbridled fucking the way only two men can have it. Go on, fuck girls if you want….but it won’t ever be that good again,” and then I hung up. Next Saturday, he showed up at 10:30 pm nervous and half hard. “Dude I need a beer,” was all he would say. I didn’t say a word, got him one, then took him up to my room. __________________________________________________________Text is fictional; piggybacking off of porno-graph here, hope he likes this. -- source link

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