Myles continued to massage my thigh, my skin tight boxers growing tighter by the second. His sweet, knowing smile made my body writhe in my restraints and I felt so hesitant to admit to any of the feelings that Myles had claimed I confided in him the night before. I was unsure, warry. His touch, however, made me feel weak. There was something about him and the way he looked at me that made me shiver and tremble. I couldn’t give in. I couldn’t let this drunken mistake turn into some shameful experience that I would always regret. There was something that made me want to give in, to finally experience something that I had apparently secretly dreamt of. I couldn’t let myself fall into this trap that Myles had strapped me into. I needed to resist. He had something else in mind.
“Now, well…now we just play a little bit, I guess.” He smiled. “Just something slow and easy to start. Nothing too crazy, nothing too intense. Maybe just a little test to see what you think, to remember the things that you were talking to me about last night.”
He gave my left thigh one last squeeze and stood up from the bed. Something about his closeness made me feel both uncomfortable yet safe and warm. Him standing now, hovering over me, made me wonder what he would do next. He wanted to test me, to see how I would feel about the things that I had spoken of the night before. What could he mean? How would he test me? His methods revealed themselves within moments.
“You mentioned that you wondered about cocks. That you tried to take a peek at the gym, but I know it just isn’t the same as getting a really good look. Being close to a man’s body, enjoying the curves and the feel. You can never truly know what you want or how you feel unless you get to experience a man for yourself.” As he spoke, Myles began to slowly unbutton his navy blue dress shirt. One button at a time, his slow yet steady pace made me breath heavily. I watched in silence as his shirt opened, slowly exposing his smooth, hairless chest. His pecs were toned but his frame was slimmer than mine. He was thin and somewhat lanky but he was still fit.
He finally came down to the last button and his shirt hung open, revealing his masculine torso. He pulled his collar up, lowering the shirt around his shoulders and teasingly dangling it from his elbows. He let it drop from his arms and onto the floor behind him and I could finally see his toned arms and his body free from its fabric prison. He did this so slowly and playfully, I knew that he was doing it to taunt me. He wanted to draw a reaction from me and I was afraid it had worked. Sweat was now dripping down the back of my neck and I was breathing heavily enough for him to clearly hear me. My cock was as hard is it could ever be and the front of my boxers was now soaked with a full, wide stain of spreading cream coating the inside of my underwear.
Myles noticed my growing interest but reluctance at his slow striptease and he continued to gaze into my eyes and remove his clothing. He unbuttoned his pants, the silver ring popping free as he took a couple steps forward. He stood at the side of my bed, my restrained wrist just inches away from touching his thigh. I turned my head to see his large but gentle hands grasping the zipper of his khakis. He pulled it down playfully, letting the fabric spread apart and reveal the waistband of a pair of forest green cotton boxer briefs. He tucked his thumbs under the waist of his pants and carefully worked them down around his hips. His beige khakis slipped down over his prominent pelvic bone, lowering so slowly that I felt myself swallow hard as I stared.
The opening at the top of his pants finally slipped past his bulge and I was in awe. His stiff member stuck straight up, bulging out from his pelvis and throbbing under the soft fabric. His green boxers were patterned with soft green fern leaves and his cock left a dark stain on the front. His precum was spreading underneath the fabric and I could practically hear his veiny cock pulsating beneath the tight boxers. Myles wriggled a little, wiggling his way out of his khakis until they dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of the pant legs and then yanked his white socks off as an afterthought.
Here he was, my roommate, standing next to my bed in his skin tight boxer briefs with his hard dick leaking into the restricting fabric that contained his manhood. I tried so hard to look away and avoid his tantalizing member, but my eyes were drawn to his bulge like a bee to a stamen. I knew this was wrong, I was straight. I had always been completely straight and nothing about this situation could ever change that, right? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of something else, something that would help me to stop the trembling in my hands and the eager sweat from dripping down my temple.
“Don’t worry.” Myles assured me. “There’s nothing wrong with looking. Trust me, it’s totally normal to look. Experimenting and trying things out is how you figure out what you really want. And even if there’s something that you like about it, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re gay. But, there’s only one way to find out how you really feel about it all.” As his spoke these last words, his knee made contact with the top of the mattress.
He knelt on the bed beside me, his hairy leg brushing against mine. He laid himself down next to me, his body close to mine as he positioned himself comfortably. He was warm and his skin was surprisingly soft. His chest pressed against my ribcage and he wrapped his left arm around my quivering torso. His left knee bent and he rested his thigh across my own as he cuddled into me. The feel of his bulge held against my hip was enough to make me moan for a second. A soft sigh passed my lips and I tried to stifle my reaction to his cock rubbing against my leg. Myles palmed my right side with his soft but firm hand, his fingertips dancing across my obliques as he caressed my body.
“Just relax, lay back, and let me show you how good it can feel to have a man pressed against you.” Myles whispered with gentle lips on my neck. His breath was hot and moist with an almost comforting pleasantness. His clean shaven jaw grazed my collar bone and the subtle but recognizable scent of his Jean Paul Gaultier cologne invaded my nostrils.
I could tell he must have just shaved this morning, his silky smooth cheek brushed against my shoulder as his lips teasingly probed my chest. His mouth was gentle and his lips full. The soft pecking of his kiss travelled slowly across my pectorals and his sensual fondling of my torso dragged downward until his fingers were playfully outlining my abs. His fingertips tickled my stomach and he tapped them across my muscles, percussing my abdominals until they contracted at his touch. Myles squeezed my thigh underneath his, pulling himself closer to me and wrapping me in his heat.
“How does this make you feel?” Myles asked, kissing my chest with tender pecks. His lips played across my pecs and occasionally I felt his tongue lick me and taste the nervous sweat that misted my skin. His lips journeyed up my sternum ever so slowly, and finally he nuzzled under my chin with an affectionate nudge. He kissed up my neck until he reached my ear. His lips caressed my earlobe and his breath made me shiver as he teasingly licked around the curves of my ear.
“I…I don’t…” I couldn’t put the words together in my head to form a sentence. His touch and his lips and his tongue were all that I could feel or focus on in that moment. I didn’t know what to do or what I could say to convince him that this wasn’t what I wanted. If I resisted, he may take things a step farther, but I couldn’t let this continue. I felt the front of my boxers getting even more damp, my precum soaking the fabric and my ever erect member throbbing uncontrollably. Myles’ junk was pressing harder into my hip and I could feel him twitching as he rubbed his pelvis against me.
His subtle humping made my heart thump in my chest and as a last effort to convince him, and myself, that this wasn’t what I wanted, I turned my head away from his lips. I inhaled sharply and tried to pull away from him, but my restraints were tight and he was cuddled up to me so close I couldn’t move away. I fought my urges, these unfamiliar and unwanted desires that confused and frightened me. I wouldn’t let myself get sucked into this twisted scenario no matter how badly my dick seemed to enjoy Myles’ touch.
“Now, now. No need to fight it. You know you’ve been wondering how something like this would feel. It’s completely innocent and nothing to feel ashamed of. You can let your guard down and feel safe here, feeling me beside you and pulled in close to you. You know you are safe with me. I want to make you feel nothing but good.” Myles continued to kiss at my neck and run his palm over my chest.
“No. I mean, I, I don’t. I don’t want to do anything. For real, I never have had those kinds of thoughts. I-I swear. I’m straight.” I stumbled over my words as Myles kissed his way down my neck and across my shoulder. He tucked himself under my outstretched arm and rested his head on my pec.
“That’s not the impression I got last night. Going on and on about your curiosities. Talking about how you wondered how it might taste to have a thick, juicy cock in your mouth. You’re tendency to check out other guys at the gym and stare at their toned bodies and wonder what it might feel like to touch them or taste them in the showers. You couldn’t stop talking about what you thought it might be like to have a man get on his knees and take your dick in their mouth and look up at you while they sucked on your fat cock. You were getting hard last night just talking to me about it, even as drunk as you were. Not nearly as hard as you are now though. That leaking dick doesn’t lie, doll. You’re rock hard and oozing just thinking about what it would be like to go even further. You can admit it. It’s really ok.” Myles started to tickle my chest and drag his teasing fingertips all the way down my stomach as he probed my subconscious. I shut my eyes tight and tried to will my erection away, with no luck.
“Look, I-I have no clue why I said any of that. I was, I don’t know, I was just drunk. I was just saying things, rambling, I have no idea where any of that crap came from, I swear! I was probably drinking tequila or something. That shit always fucks me right up and makes me spout a bunch of crap I know nothing about. That has to be it. Whatever it was that I said last night, it…it didn’t mean anything!” My fists were clenched, trying to calm my engorged genitals. I did everything I could to fight the desires that Myles was placing on me. He wouldn’t let me forget the things that I couldn’t remember saying from the night before. He knew there was something inside me, something that I just couldn’t bring myself to admit.
“You know, if you’re really that confident in your masculinity and your heterosexuality, then this should all be no problem for you.” Myles claimed. He sat up beside me on the bed and gave my chin a gentle stroke while winking at me. “In fact, there are some things you should be totally fine seeing and feeling without being uncomfortable. If all you want is pussy and you have no hidden gay tendencies or fantasies, then this shouldn’t be any kind of big deal for you, should it?”
Myles swung his left leg over me and was now straddling me. His thighs were tight against my sides and he sat over my stomach with his ass resting carefully on top of my twitching erection. I could feel his firm cheeks just kissing my tip and I suddenly felt as if I could blow my load right then and there into my boxer briefs. This feeling made me cringe and stress. How could this be such a turn on for me? I had to do everything I could to resist.
“See, no big deal. Just a man sitting on top of you. Your cock under my ass and my pecker sitting here in front of you. You want to see?” He asked rhetorically. I stared down at his bulge for a moment, hypnotized by his gentle stroking of his member over his boxers. I snapped back to reality and looked up at him. “Since you’re not worried about liking it, it should be ok. Right?” He smirked down at me and I reluctantly nodded so as not to arise suspicion.
“I-I mean, I guess. I know I’m definitely not interested. Not like it’s going to turn me gay or anything. I’m super straight, really.” I tried to convince him, and, I suppose, myself.
Myles tucked his thumbs beneath the elastic waist of his boxer briefs and pulled the waistband out a little in front of him. He lowered the elastic down slowly as if to tease me, I couldn’t look away. He pulled his boxers down until I finally saw it in all its glory. It was about six inches long and thick enough to be impressive but not ostentatious. The shape was pleasing, with a slight curve upward and to the left. A string of precum dripped from his tip and attached to the inside of his boxers that were now lowered to just under his balls. It stuck straight out, pointing in my direction as if to invite me to have a taste.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but my eyes were wide and staring at his glorious tubescence. I had never seen another mans tool this close up before, and certainly not revealed solely for my benefit. Something about it made me salivate, but I convinced myself that it was just a coincidence. I swallowed hard and continued to glare at the pulsating manhood that stared me in the face.
“See, not that big of a deal, now is it?” Myles asked with a victorious grin spreading across his face. “It does look nice and tasty, though, huh? Does it make you remember last night and how you wanted to know what it would be like to have one of these babies in your mouth?” Without waiting for my response, Myles shuffled up my body and sat on my chest. His cock was now only two inches away from my face and I attempted to push my head back into my pillow to create some distance between us.
“Oh, shit man! Come on! Uh, no no. This is too much. I-I’m really not into this, for real!” I couldn’t stop staring at it, resistant but hornier than I had ever been in my life. I couldn’t handle this, what would I do if he tried something?
“Now, now. No need to worry about anything. I would never force myself on you like that, I could never make you pleasure me against your will.” He reassured me. “But, giving you pleasure. Now that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” His words swam in my head and somehow I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.
Myles tucked himself back into his boxers in a swift, smooth motion as he hopped off of me. I suddenly realized I had been holding my breath, and I exhaled all at once as I was finally released. A slight disappointment churned inside me but I breathed deep knowing I wouldn’t be forced into a non-consensual blowjob. Soon, however, I became acutely aware of what Myles had meant when he spoke about giving me pleasure.
Myles climbed up into the bed between my legs and bent down with his strong hands on my inner thighs. He leaned forward and kissed my stomach, teasing my abs with his soft lips and looking up at me as I watched him peck lower and lower. I realized what he was about to do and I knew I had to stop it.
“Woah, no no no no no. Dude, seriously. No need! You really don’t have to do any of that for me. I’m totally fine, not curious, no weird gay thoughts. I mean, not that it’s weird for you or anything, no offense. I just, I really truly don’t want you to go through any trouble or anything, you don’t have to test me or help me or anything. Whatever it was I babbled about last night, It was honestly just some stupid drunken bull shit that I must have heard somebody talking about or something. I-I don’t want a guy to like, suck me off or anything, I don’t need a blowjob, honestly. You can just let me out of these cuffs and straps and we can just go back to normal!”
My plea’s seemed to go unheeded and Myles gave me one last wink before grasping the waistband of my boxers and pulling them down past my hips. My cock sprung up and bounced forward until it pointed straight up in the air. My precum strung from my tip to my stomach and glistened as it dripped over my head. The air was cool against my exposed member and Myles’ deep stare was palpable on my naive flesh.
“Ooh, shit.” I moaned nervously. “What…what are you gonna do?” I asked, as if I had no idea what was about to happen. Myles simply smiled as I strained to look down at him.
“You can tell me afterward how much better it feels than getting sucked off by a woman.” With that, his mouth was on me.
The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. He was right all along, the feeling of a mans mouth was nothing like a woman’s. He had knowledge, skills that a woman could never learn without feeling what it’s like to be blown. His mouth formed around my curves and his lips caressed every part of me with a skilful ease. I let my head fall back onto my pillow and I stared up at the ceiling as his mouth took over. Myles’ tongue slid slowly from by base all the way up my shaft to my tip and he swirled it around my precum soaked head before dropping his head back down, taking my entire length into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. I…I really don’t want this, man. I-I mean, this is wrong.” I protested with little enthusiasm. “You…you don’t have to do this.” My voice cracked and I trailed off at the end of my sentence. My once clenched fists now hung limp from their restraints and I laid loose and relaxed on the bed as Myles took matters into his own hands.
Myles flicked the tip of his tongue gently against my frenulum and wrapped his lips around the neck. He tongued my tip and lapped up my gushing precum while his hands slowly made their way up my thighs. His probing fingers danced upward until he encircled my package and massaged my pelvis as his head began to bob up and down. He carefully cupped my balls and fondled them softly, his head lowering down until I could feel my head hit the back of his throat. At that moment he did something that no woman had ever been able to do. Myles took me all the way to the base, deepthroating my throbbing pole and bobbing up and down, up and down. It was the most incredible sensation I and ever experienced, this mans mouth doling out pleasures I had never thought possible.
“Oh, jesus, Myles! It…I…woah!” I couldn’t form a sentence, I was shocked. I couldn’t comprehend a blowjob feeling this amazing and I certainly couldn’t fathom the fact that it was a man who was giving me such pleasure. He turned his head and twisted his tongue around my shaft like a porn star, stroking up and down along with his mouth as he sucked my shaft.
“Mmm,” Myles moaned with a mouth full of my pulsating meat. “You like it don’t you? I knew you would. That feeling of ecstacy when your cock is expertly handled by someone who knows just what you want and need. Lay back and let me take care of this big cock for you, and don’t worry, when you’re ready to blow I’ll be ready to take it all.” His words were like a drug. He took my dick into his supple mouth again and I suddenly felt my balls tighten in his cautious grasp.
Hearing him talk about taking my load made me twitch and all of my muscles tensed. I had never had a woman take my cum in her mouth and I knew that Myles was ready and willing. This fact pushed me over the edge in an intense way. My muscles tightened and contracted, my eyes rolled back and my head pressed back hard into my pillow. A rush of euphoria crashed over me like a massive wave splashing over the shore, flooding me with a confusing elation. I told myself how wrong this was, how this couldn’t possibly be what I wanted and or who I was. Nothing I told myself could stop the heavenly rise of pleasure building inside me. My inevitable orgasm rose and rose deep inside my being and finally, it released.
“Shit! Ooh fuck there it is! Holy fuck!” My body spasmed, my handcuffs clanking against the bed frame as I trembled with pleasure. My pelvis thrust upward uncontrollably and Myles took my cock down his throat gladly as I spurt all over the inside of his mouth.
“Mmmmmmm.” He moaned with enthusiasm as my cum coated his eager tongue. He took every drop I had, coaxing my orgasm out of me and swallowing all that I had to give. The feeling of his suction accepting all my warm cream made me shiver and his slow, smooth groping around my balls emptied me completely. Myles’ lips stroked up my shaft and to the tip, his tongue cleaning up any leftovers that oozed from my head before pulling his mouth finally away.
I looked down at him once more, his satisfied smile sending a shiver down my spine. I breathed heavily, watching as he sat up on his knees between my legs and looked over at me with an expression of amusement.
“So, was I right or was I right? Nothing feels as perfect as cumming in a guys mouth after an exceptional blowy. How do you feel?” Myles asked, leaning back on the bed frame. I began to stutter, mumbling to myself as my light headedness got the better of me. After a few moments of recovery and confusion all I could muster was three simple words.
“I’m not gay.”
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