Coerced curiosity – Part I [mm] [Gay anal reluctant cum]

(This is the first time I’ve ever written a gay scene. Any comments/criticisms would be welcome. It’s set in the showers of a dorm building.)

I was in the shower, just trying to wash off the hiking grime. I had hoped that the Friday night drinking would get rid of my lust for her, but it didn’t, nor did the hangover, nor did the all-day hike, nor would whatever nonsense drinking was to come. Maybe it was time for something that would at least it the edge off – masturbation. So, hot water running over me I took it in hand and began to tease myself, getting half-hard. I was getting inattentive, caught up in the sensations (it had been over a week…) when one of other guys from our floor, D, came in. He obviously knew what had been happening (the showers were little, not-so-private stalls, like a locker room) and I felt myself shrink under his gaze. He got in to the shower next to me, letting his towel drop and expose him just before. We had all wondered about him, bringing home strange men late at night and always being a little over-friendly with us….

Had he dropped his towel on purpose? Did he know what I had been doing? Or care? A million thoughts raced through my mind and I felt a faint stirring as I imagined his cock swinging as he strutted his strong, firm ass by me into the shower…

Then, over the running water, I heard him moan softly. The top of his head was just showing over the partition. To take a look over would be daring, but I had to know. Surely if he was taking care of himself I could too. On tiptoes I glanced nervously over. He had his hardness between both hands, working it slowly and deeply. I let a low gasp out, surprised, and he turned. Our eyes locked.

“What, don’t act like you weren’t doing it. You should have just kept on you know, it’s perfectly natural.”
“I… I know, but when you came in…”

“You were embarrassed? Everyone does it in here you know. Last week J and I did it together, just to help each other out. Don’t go around acting like a little boy with such a manly piece between your legs. It needs attention, do it. Better if I see than your roommate….”

It was well known on the floor that my roommate would lose his composure at the slightest sign of homosexual activity.

“Well… well if you say so! I’m not afraid to jerk off!”

“Good, then let’s do it.”

“What, you mean together?”

“No, but I think you do…”

“N..no!”

“Come on, it’s just fine. Just two guys taking care of a need, nothing wrong with that.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before….”

“Well you should start, your luck with the girls hasn’t been good and half the GUYS on campus would love to have a go with you.”

“You mean?”

“My friend R was wondering about you, said he wanted to get plowed after that party last week but was afraid what you’d say.”

“And you?”

“Well, I’m just saying maybe we should get in the bigger stall, in the corner, and see what happens. No one else is on the floor right now, we’ll have a little bit of warning if anyone’s coming.”

I was flushed, and not just from the hot water.
In the big shower we started to stroke together, slowly and separately at first, until he pulled me close. My heart racing he parted my lips with his tongue, pulling our cocks together and gently stroking. The warmth of them pressing together made my urges well up, visceral. Like a dam breaking open all my desires, repressed since 14 or 15 (I really do like women, but that curiosity, that urge to be with men, never died out) came rushing forward. We began to stroke each other, before he got on his knees and took me deeply and skillfully into his mouth. The pleasure enveloped me, his tongue maneuvering with an expertise non of my girlfriends had had.Over his shoulder I saw the vaseline he had brought with his other things, and started to wonder…

In an instant it was in my hand, and as I had done alone so many times before I slid one finger, and then two, into myself, feeling illicit pleasure. I hoped D would find it daring. When he noticed he let me slip from his mouth.

“You’re into that?”

“Yea, it feels good you know. I’ve always been curious about a girl with a strap-on…”

“Oh honey, you don’t want an amateur with a plastic dick. Do you want me to do it?”

“I don’t know. You’re HUNG” I said, eyeing his slightly bigger cock.

“Well a real man would take it if he wants it. I didn’t take you for a sissy.”

“I want it, but it’s so….”

“Big? But you could take me. And at this point you should.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because if anyone hears you were in here with me they’ll already think that, and you’d rather take it and keep it quiet.”

“You’re pressuring me.”

“I’m daring you. We’ve come this far. Be a man. Let me take you like one.”

I hesitated. He was right, some secret part of me wanted this, and if anyone else heard they’d already assume…

Suddenly daring I reached for the vaseline, smearing big fingerfulls across his shaft and around his head, about to confess a dark secret of desire. He looked at me, almost knowingly. Then it happened.
I bent over. “Take me.” I presented my ass to him, my virgin hole quivering in anticipation of his cock, something so much bigger than my curious fingers.

“Just ten minutes ago you wouldn’t let me see you masturbating and now…” He laughed softly.

I felt weak and vulnerable, presenting myself to be taken by his substantial endowment, hot water running over my shoulders, down my back, and over the vaseline my fingers had left as they explored my tightness in reluctant anticipation of his cock, leaving a slick from my perineum up and into me.

“If you get shit on me I’ll be really rough with you….”

“I know, I know. Before showering I poo’d. I’m clean enough.”

“Well… “

And then I felt him step forward, one hand on my shoulder, the other cupping my heavy, full balls. The tip pressed on my quivering ring. I tried to relax, and then he entered me.

It was warmth and fullness and pressure, the throbbing pulse of his frenulum pressing into my prostate, his shaft sliding further and further as my moan of pain and pleasure went unchecked; I was absorbing him, accepting his masculine intrusion into the inner sanctums of my sexual energy. I thought an endless stream of my hot cum would spill out as pure pleasure split me open, he was sinking slowly deeper and deeper until at least I had to grasp his shaft, begging for a reprieve and for more lubrication to ease his passage into my depths.

I heard his soft laugh and felt the cool jelly being spread over and into me, then his eager glans pressing onto my deflowered rosette. I leaned back, and as he sunk into me heard his soft moan of “oh fuck”, feeling the pain-pleasure of taking him work deeply into me until his balls pressed against the engorged tissue of my perineum, the very base of my own powerful erection.

He began to screw me slowly and deeply. Our moans mixed with the sound of the running water, his tip flitting back and forth over my rapidly-loosening ring as he worked within me. My cock was rock hard, and I wanted to stroke it.

“No no no” D told me, swatting away my hand.

“Well you do it then” I moaned weakly.

“No, if you can stay hard until I finish you’ll get taken care of.”

He gave a deep stroke into me and I felt my erection wane as other pleasures came to the fore. Determined to make him ‘take care of me’ I looked about desperately for some help, trying to be coherent under the immense pleasure of his deep ravishing. My salvation was a rubber band that had been in one of our toiletry bags, doubled up to form a cockring to keep my masculinity engorged even as my legs buckled from the pure pleasure shooting up my bum.

“D, I… I can… can’t stand” my voice was quivering in time with his deep strokes into me.

“On the bench then, legs up!” He pushed me back onto the shower’s small bench, knocking aside our things, and entered me anew. Now his balls, pulling tight as he neared orgasm, rose and fell against my ass and his slick, oiled manhood caressed the underside of mine as they hung limply between my legs. We locked eyes as he plunged into me with renewed vigour. Heavy pleasure was forming around the site of his penetration, a protracted orgasmic feeling emanating from our taboo union. We locked eyes.

“Take me deep you’ll make me cum” he moaned at me.

I could barely speak, eyes beginning to roll back.

“You make a cute face when you take dick. Never would have figured you for a bottom, with all your macho attitude and womanizing.”

“Shut up!”

He looked genuinely surprised, I thought at my harsh reply, but then I felt his molten hot cum erupting into me, his powerful release coming deeply into me. He was surprised to have come.

“We should have talked dirty like that before. I didn’t know you could get me that hot.”

“I didn’t know you could come so easily.”

“Oh, so we’re going to have that type of affair. Like you could do any better.”

I stood up, feeling warm cum and lube spill out between my buttocks and down my thighs. We weren’t done, and now I knew what would be next.

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