Pride Story

The summer after leaving school, when we were 19, I was on my holiday abroad with my friends for 2 ½ weeks, and one of them was really hot – sort of like a Greek god with very attractive pronounced features, and was six foot two, with long black-hair. I had always fancied him. He started to give me erections when I saw him in his tight t-shirts. At the end of the second full day, we got back to our apartment in Paris, and he ripped off his t-shirt to reveal his nice, smooth chest, and spent the rest of the evening with it off. I was really turned on, and I wanted to fuck him hard.

The next day when we were all out, I was talking to him, and I told him how I felt. He was taken aback by it, and refused to look at me all day. But that night when we were all about to go out for a meal, he came to see me and said he’d been thinking about it all day, and felt that he wanted to try it out just the once. I could hardly breathe! I began to see the possibility of indulging in someone new. The prospect of getting stuck into his flesh was immense! We both said to the others we weren’t feeling well and would just stay in and “watch TV”. We were sitting together in the lounge area and were staring at each other for what seemed like ages after they left. I felt queasy as the sexual tension rose. “Be gentle, I’ve never had sex before” he said coyly.

I took off my t-shirt, and we came together, me raring to go, but him uneasy. I took his hand and snogged him. In a flash, we were ripping off our clothes, and reaching for our cocks.

Suddenly, I was licking his chest, sucking his cock, and eventually, I was fucking him front-up on the floor with vigour, as he wanked himself off. It was an amazing shag! I licked the cum off him, but he said he needed a shower to get rid of it. He went to the bathroom, but I followed him in. We were exhausted with the strain we’d put ourselves through, getting into various positions and pumping our bodies. Yet we were still gagging for more, and what started as an innocent shower, proceeded to sucking each other’s cocks again, and we ended up going for it again in full on the bathroom floor. By the time they got back, we were really exhausted! He was very supple and could move very well. It had lasted nearly an hour altogether, cos all the sexual tension between me and him erupted and sustained itself for so long. He was a natural, and extremely hot.

The next day, we were all out shopping. He accidently brushed past me, then we looked at each other. Like a flash, I felt serious arousement through me. I licked my lips at him. So, we got ourselves purposely lost from the group when we were getting really sweaty into our t-shirts and horny. We walked quickly back to the apartment, and slammed the door shut. “We really shouldn’t be doing this!” he said. “Yeah, but you fucking want to, don’t you”. At that, he ripped his t-shirt off. I came on to him, feeling his chest, sticking my tongue down his neck. Needless to say, we proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of one another.

Afterwards however, we decided we would stop fucking that holiday in case the others got suspicious.

But ten days later, a week before we left, when we were in Nice, we found ourselves alone together again. The others had gone to the beach. We were watching TV on the sofa together. I was wearing a popper shirt. He suddenly put his hand onto my shirt and pulled it, so that the buttons popped open. He laughed cheekily. “Quick! They won’t be back for an hour. We can fuck”. I laughed, “I thought you were uneasy about this!” He looked embarrassed, “It’s just too good a chance to miss. I really want to fuck you, man!” We came together and were pumping in his double bed in moments.

On the way home, we had to get a connecting flight. I had been seeing my mate daily, yet hadn’t had him for days. At this airport, I thought I’d go and pleasure myself in the toilets thinking about him. Just as I was walking there, he turned up beside me, and said, “Right! Let’s find the nearest toilet now! I’m about to explode”. I exploded with excitement – adrenaline went wild and my penis rock hard. We virtually ran into the toilets, and made out quickly over a dirty bog. He ripped my t-shirt in the process of stripping me down.

We didn’t meet again for sex for a long time, though, because he was still quite uncomfortable with the idea of fucking a guy, and he had a girlfriend.

But the following summer holiday, I bumped into him in town. I’d forgotten how fucking hot he was, and he was wearing a tight, bright-green t-shirt,which made him look even hotter. I hadn’t fucked him for a year now, and I had only fucked him 4 times! We chatted for a while, and his face and body seduced me again. So I asked him to come out for a drink with me that night so I could see him in his hot t-shirt again. That night, I met him in the pub, and he was still wearing the t-shirt. We each had about 3 pints and the laddish banter ensued. We were chatting about what to do next, and he jokingly said, “U wanna sleep in my bed?” We laughed, then he must have remembered our old fuck-buddy relationship cos he stopped and said, “I’ve got a girlfriend now”. I replied, “So what, man? We’re not gonna tell anyone.” We left the pub, and I started to persuade him. I’d been with him for 2 hours and wanted to do him badly. “I’m straight, man, and I feel dirty that I had sex with a bloke”, he said. “Didn’t you like feeling dirty?” I asked. He looked at me in fear. “Remember the exciting naughtiness of running back and fucking our brains out in Paris, when we ripped our tops off and were all over our smooth bodies, contorting and banging? You were so hot that day, I wanted to fuck you mad”. “Shit, man…” He conceded, and we made the walk back to my house. “For old times sake”, he said, “once more”.

He came up to my room. His t-shirt still clinging neatly to his body, he came at me and we snogged amourously. We fell on to my bed, and he ripped off the t-shirt. My heart raced. His body was so smooth and tight. I licked it thoroughly before ripping his jeans off. I sucked his cock till it almost burst. I then, in a burst of passion and lust, shoved my cock into him and pumped furiously as he jerked himself off and rubbed his chest. When we were done, we lay together, my head on his chest. In the morning, I looked at his hot chest and face, and accordingly, we went at it again – licking, sucking, fucking and plenty of cumming for some time.

The next day he texted me, “Im going out for drink with the others. Come with. I’d like to fuck you hard. x” Me, him and a couple of other friends went out for a drink that night. They eventually went, him saying he “didn’t mind just staying with me” whilst I finished my drink. He wore a neat-fitting black t-shirt. We walked to my car. As he got in, he took off his jacket and then his t-shirt, as if it were a matter of course. I drove us to just outside the park round the corner from me. A moment of supreme lust gave way to 30 minutes of hot, hot sex on the backseat.

In the Christmas holiday, I bumped into him in the shops a couple of days after New Year. My heart leapt. “Hey man, how are you?!” he lifted his eyebrows. “Ahh, fancy seeing you here,” he said suggestively. He was wearing his tight black t-shirt again which went well with his long wavy black hair, “Are you not cold just wearing that?” I asked. He laughed and said, “I’m a hard man! I don’t feel the cold!” He spun his head, waving his hair, and flexed his biceps at me. “Feel them! Pretty hard, haha!” Knowing I had an empty house till later that night, and I felt whoozy in his company. “Do you wanna come round to mine?” He took little persuasion. Smirking, he replied, “Yeah, alright. I could do with a little entertainment”. He’d changed his persona around me from innocent-we-shouldn’t-be-doing-this, to dirty-and-flirty. I drove him back as we chatted. He’d split up with his girlfriend. We exchanged looks when he said that. This massively seductive attitude change was huge considering we’d only had sex 6 times. But as he said, he “hasn’t been able to stop wanking over me since summer”. He had tried to suppress his love of sex with me since Europe, being largely successful, but in the summer when we did it again, “and I fucking loved it” as he said, he couldn’t.

When he got back to mine, he shut the front door behind, then said immediately, “Ooh, you’ve got the heating on quite high. I doubt I’ll need this on anymore”, and with that he ripped off his t-shirt to reveal his long, smooth, hairless, toned chest. “Yeah, true” I said, ripping off my jumper and t-shirt. He rubbed his chest and tugged at his belt. “Aww! I love getting that off! I hate my chest covered up!” I got an erection. When I offered him a seat on the couch, he slipped off his socks and shoes. I offered him a beer, and he wolfed most of it down, then purposely spilt some on his chest. He lay there, casually massaging his chest, and spreading the beer over it. “Aww, this belt always chafes when I lie down!” He undid it and loosened his jeans. He continued to rub himself and put his fingers through his hair. “To be honest,” he said, “I’m really horny. Let’s just fuck”. With that, I stripped off, jumped on him and started wrestling. We both fucked each other severely.

Over the rest of the holiday, I fucked him another couple of times, once in my bed, and another time in the bath in his house.

When I saw him next, in the Easter holiday, I had been doing press-ups everyday for a while. I was a lot better toned, and my biceps were much bigger. I was wearing my dark-green tight t-shirt. The two of us met up at a pub in town, and he was wearing his green t-shirt again. “Alright, man” he said when we met, “you’re looking pretty good these days!” He squeezed my biceps. “pretty hot, man, I have to say!” He was now really comfortable with fucking me, so he always played it quite forward. “Cheers, man, so are you as always…” We chatted and drank for a couple of hours. He said that since he’d dumped his girlfriend, he had been able to enjoy himself. Before, he’d only shagged me and his girlfriend. Now he was sleeping around with guys and girls, and was “fucking loving it!” Then he said, “Fancy coming to mine for a fuck? I’ve been looking at you all night now, and I want to see those muscles working!” I replied, “there’s no way in hell I’d turn that down, mate!” He smirked.

We arrived back. His family were in, so we had to bang in his room. We shut the bedroom door behind us. “What do you want to do? We could watch TV?” I said. He nodded, “OK, then. Don’t mind me though, I’ll need to take my t-shirt off though, it’s really tight…” He pulled it off, and as we sat down to watch TV, he started applying body lotion, so that his smooth chest shone slightly. “My chest needs some. I’ll give you some, it’s good!” “Go for it” I replied. I slipped off my t-shirt, and he caressed my body with the lotion, feeling up my new and improved body. “You’ve got a fucking hot body now, man, I’d love nothing better than to rub it!” We sat for a few more minutes watching TV, glancing at each others bodies every so often (more often than not), as he continued to rub himself, and loosen his belt. “Fuck this!” he suddenly said loudly, and came at me with vigour, “I fucking want to shag!!” We licked each others bodies intensely, stripping off and wrestling passionately on the bed, before fucking vigourously. I stayed the night, and we fucked the next morning in the shower as well.

When me, him and some others went to the cinema the following day, we were sitting beside each other. He started subtly rubbing my crotch. “toilet?” he asked. “Yeah, I need to release!” I replied. We rushed out, and fucked each hard in the bogs.

We went out that night, him wearing his tight green t-shirt. “Looking hot, mate!” he said, “I always put on these really tight clothes!” We were at a club, but at one stage we found ourselves lost from the others. “Should we try to find them over there?” he asked. As he said that, he was pushed up against me by random dancers, his warm body against mine, and I felt an uncontrollable jolt of adrenaline and queasiness. Before I could say anything, he said, “Shit. I need a fuck”. We got quickly out, jumped in a taxi, and got to my house, where we walked quietly up to my room. We stood together for a moment as adrenaline seared through me. He smirked, ripped his off his t-shirt, and we fell onto my bed for an incredible bit of sex!

A couple of days later, we were out for drinks with the others. He was making me fucking horny as usual. “You wanna get another drink, mate?” “Yeah, alright, cool”. We went up to the bar. “We need to fuck, mate! Right now. I need hot sex”, he whispered, his words enlarging my cock. “Yeah, I know. Let’s say we need money out the cash machine, and we can go and fuck in my car – sound good, man?” After we left, we raced to my car, laughing as we jumped into the back seat, where we had steaming, hot sex. Then we went back to the pub.

We’d reached that stage where we couldn’t keep our hands or cocks off each other. I’d always been gagging for it, but only in Christmas had he become as dirty as me. Before then he’d always been shy about it. But now, we just shagged and shagged and shagged and shagged. We couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies. We just were so attracted to each other - he was so incredibly good-looking and I was in a constant state of seduction with him around. After sex, we’d look at each other and I’d be looking forward to doing it again. Often we did – we just got back on it! We bummed in the bath, feasted on our flesh in the car, squelching with reams of cum, banged in beds, pumped like mad on sofas, jerked each other off in cinemas. He’d always tease with his clothes stripping, gradually getting naked before fucking like rabbits. His sexy body glided over mine, whilst his face gorged on mine, our cocks were often to be found buried in each other’s asses or mouths. The more we fucked, the more we fucking loved it! He became more toned, more athletic, more smooth, more cool to chat too in between shags, his hair became more rugged, and made his face look even more exotic and inticing, his sexual manoevres became impecabble, and his clothes got cooler and sexier. He even repeatedly moisturised and waxed his whole body, so it became softer and tighter and shinier! Everytime I set my eyes on him, my legs turned to jelly and we flung ourselves at each other, ready for steamy sex! We fucked around 5 times a week!

That summer holiday, I was looking forward to seeing him again, having not seen him for a few weeks. I met up with him in town the day after getting home – hoping that we’d have a chance to catch up before inevitable sex. But he was wearing a tight black wife-beater, showing off his biceps, which had grown again, so the chances of chatting before we fucked were small. “Alright, mate?” I said. “Yeah, I’m good, I’m good” he replied. “Been up to much? Exams and shit?” He laughed, “Mate – I’ve done nothing but fuck my pants off!” He was arousing me excessively. “I’ve had a lot of sex this term. I’ve screwed my way through… woo! … 5 girls and 8 guys this term – on their own, in threesomes – everyone wants a piece of me! Every time I go to clubs and bars, I just pick them up left, right and centre. Some I already knew, some are people introduced to me by other friends, and others were just random one-night stands. I’m in and out of my pants all the time! I’m on fire!” “Wow, man! You’ve really become a cock, but I love it! Looking at you makes me wanna cum”. He laughed again, “Of course it does mate! Fuck yeah, I’m sexy!” “When did you last bang someone?” “Last night! Fucked another mate senseless. I got back three days ago and have slammed him every night – God, he’s so fuckable! Before I left uni, I had an all-night threesome with a couple of my mates. Anyway, we should go and make out somewhere, I need a shag quite badly!” “I’ve got the car” “Good. We can have a fuck, then go for a drink somewhere”. “Glad to see you’ve got your priorities in order, mate!” We laughed. We got in the car, and as I was driving to somewhere more secluded, he took off his top and flaunted his smooth, hairless and well-toned chest, before undoing his belt and jeans, and caressing his cock with one hand, and his hair with the other. I was so turned on that when we stopped, we were in the back seat fucking passionately within a couple of seconds. “Fuck me, you’re good at sex these days, mate!” I said in joy at the end. He grinned cheekily, “Guess I’m pretty used to it now!”. “Mate, you and me are going to screw a lot this holiday!! I can’t resist you and I need your cock!” He laughed, “I wouldn’t say no to you, man, you turned me. I will open my legs whenever you want”. “How about now, then?” He smirked and opened his legs so I could plough him again.

We actually fucked again that evening in my bed, and the next morning in the shower. He went home to have sex with another of his mates and then I came round in the evening for hard-core sex again. And the same the following night at his. The night after that, neither of our houses were free, so we went behind the trees at the back of my garden, where we could at least suck each other off. The night after that, we asked each other how our sex was, and we resolved to make sure ours was even better tonight. For a laugh, we screwed on the garage roof. He stayed the night, and we had a fuck in the shower in the morning. “Shit” he said, “I’m meeting up with another mate for lunch at his – the starter is a blowjob, the main course pizza, and the dessert is full-out sex” I laughed, “Enjoy it, mate!” He joked about his shag when we fucked for a 42nd time the next day (all but 6 of which had been in the last 6 months). Apparently, his mate was so aroused by his bulging biceps that he came before they shagged. After we got back into our clothes, we looked at each other and said – “Fuck it. Let’s do it again”. So we did. Twice more.

We continue to fuck passionately to this day. I last had him five nights ago.