Pride Story

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In Part 1:
Jon Calfas, a straight, masculine God that I've had a crush on forever, and I had sex for the first time during a tennis practice when we were alone and horny. It was our dirty little secret. Part 2 picks up two weeks later.
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I looked down at the computer clock and mentally kicked myself.

"It's two in the fucking morning," I whispered aloud. By no means was I someone to go to bed early, but hell, I had to be up and on the courts with the coach and trainer by 8am. I shrugged and continued looking at gay porn on the internet, the only way I was able to satisfy myself homosexually with having two prude parents. Often times, it just took me staring at a picture of Andy Roddick's ass to get me going, and that's exactly who I Googled and searched for that night/morning.

The next day was miserable. I was lethargic and lazy in practice and decided to end it early at around 10am. After going home and showering, I checked my voice messages. There was one from Jon.

I paused. I hadn't talked to Jon since our sexploration at the park two weeks prior. He had been in Florida with his family, and by no means was he gay enough to send sweet little "I miss you, baby" text messages. But who was I to complain? I had full-out sex with the guy of my dreams, and it was likely that it would happen again. Several more times, I hoped.

"'ey, Kevin, it's Jon. For some reason, a bunch of guys from school thought it'd be cool to hang out at my place tonight and play some pool and ping pong. You can come chill if you want to. We're probably going to make it an all-nighter since a few of us are going on a hike that next morning. Anyway, just call me and let me know. Later."

I smirked as I thought back to "advice" that older gay men had given me in Yahoo! chats and the like; advice on how to seduce a straight guy. "Have a sleepover" they would say. "Play truth or dare with him!" I laughed outloud as I realized how easy I had made my situation with Jon.

I later called him and told him I'd be over at around 9 that evening.

When I arrived, everyone else (Josh, Brandon, Nick, and Nathan) were already there. The living room lights were off and they were all watching NBA basketball. I wanted to vomit at the notion of watching basketball -- I hated just about every sport other than tennis. But I decided I'd be 'one of the guys' for a change. I went and sat down next to Josh, who I truly believe is the funniest human being I've ever met.

"' 'sup, fag?" he said and laughed. I pushed him and said "Move the fuck over, queer". I was a master at hiding my homosexuality. Hell, I had to be.

It wasn't long before we all decided to play some Polish ping-pong. If you don't know what that is, look it up. Jon always won, which for me made it a little homoerotic, because he'd have us all line up with our shirts off as he hit ping pong balls at our backs as hard as he could. I couldn't believe the welts that Josh (Jon picks on Josh because he's a sophomore and we've all graduated) was getting. It didn't take me long to notice I was the only one who hadn't been hit, and that was after about forty minutes of playing.

Before we knew it, it was 1am. Jon's mom was calling out from the hall that we should all be getting some sleep. We obeyed and made camp in the living room. Josh decided to make a bedding in the middle of the floor while the rest of us claimed separate chairs and couches.

"Sleep miserably guys," Jon smarted out as TV was shut off, masking all light.

I laid there on the couch on my stomach. And, as if someone flicked on a projector right in front of my face, I started thinking back to Jon and I having sex, and how unbelievably hot he was; how it felt to rim him, finger him, suck him and fuck him. I remembered how he wanted to do that to me. And I wanted it to be now.

I looked up at the digital clock to see that it was now 1:30 am. No one had made a peep since Jon told us all good night. I decided to take a huge chance, and threw my pillow over in Jon's direction. He instantly sat up and looked at me as if he could see me perfectly through the blackness.

"What?" he whispered. He didn't sound quite as enthused as I was.

"I, uh, can't fucking fall to sleep," I said.

"And what am I, a sleeping pill?" he asked. I didn't know what to say. He sounded thoroughly ticked off that I had awakened him. It made me think that our little one-timer was just that... a one-timer. A one time deal when both of our adoloescent hormones were raging and we just went with it. But then, in my silence, he spoke up.

"Go up to my room. You can sleep in my bed."

I obeyed and wandered off upstairs to his room quietly. I turned on the light to see a very tidy room. He had a queen-sized bed with blue comforters, a shaggy-ish gray carpet and a shitload of trophies from various sporting events he had won. I turned off the light and jumped into his bed. The thought of me being in his bed gave me an instant hard-on, and I decided I would take the solitude as a time to jack one out.

Suddenly though, I heard footsteps approaching the door.
"Fuck," I thought. I put my dick back in my shorts and quickly rolled over on my stomach so that my raging bulge (no shirt to hide it with) would be hidden. His room was fairly well lit by his fishtank and alarm clock.

It was Jon.

He shut the door behind him and then locked it.
"Can't sleep my ass," he said as he turned on the light, revealing that perfect body that I had blown loads over thinking about so many times. I noticed he was smiling, too.

"I think you have something else on the mind," he said.
Jon approached the bed confidently and motioned for me to roll over on my back.

"Ah, there it is," he said, laughing. He then began to lean into the bed and crawl his way in as if he was going to lay on top of me. Instead, he stopped at my waist and grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts. I kicked my head back with just the idea of this happening again. And in his room with people in the house!

He slowly slipped off my shorts, revealing my throbbing, rock hard cock. He slowly licked the tip of it, then around it and then licked my balls, never once putting any of it *in* his mouth. "He's teasing me," I thought.

After fully removing my shorts, he vigorously began licking my testicles, then used his strong, muscular arms to push my legs up in an "I'm giving birth!" position. He went further down my sack and licked the area in between my ass and my scrotum. It felt so amazing that my leg actually jerked a little. He stopped, examined, and then continued.

"Mmmm," he said. "Here, turn over." I obeyed, and he took no time at all to start grabbing my smooth ass with his strong hands. He squeezed both cheeks and separated them, then slowly and tenderly started licking my anus.

"Oh man," I moaned, in a whisper, knowing that any noises had to be kept to a minimum. "That's fucking awesome." I had never been licked, fingered (only by me a few curious times) or fucked, so I was both nervous but enjoying every second. Jon continued to lick, only his licking turned into masterfully lubricating my ass with his saliva and tongue. He moaned (quite loudly, too) as he did it, then inserted his index finger.

I let out a gasp of air with the sensation. The feeling was unparalleled. I knew then that I would enjoy being fucked by his muscular, Greek-God-like body. He fingered me slowly at first, then very aggressively, with fury. I moaned and he slowed down, and then proceeded, this time with two fingers.
I could feel my own asshole getting looser, and the thought and sensation sent goosebumps up my spine. Suddenly, he stopped. He then reached under his bed and revealed a bottle of lotion.

"You obviously don't finger yourself as much as I do," he said. He coated his right-hand fingers with it and applied it to my hungry ass hole. It made me absolutely wild for him to see how calmly and sexy he did his work; so confidently, as if he does this all the time with other guys. However the thought of sharing this beautiful piece of meat with anyone else made me feel sick, and I let it go.

"That should do," he said, and gave me one last plunge with two of his long fingers. I waited erotically in anticipation. Already in a position to be fucked, I laid there, relaxed. I wasn't worried about someone walking in, or us making too much noise. Everyone was asleep, and this was our time to let loose.

It was then that I noticed Jon was still clothed, his hard-on begging to be let free... to be let inside of me. As if he read my mind, Jon threw down the bottle lotion and pulled down his pants revealing his incredible cock which was throbbing with excitement. Within seconds, Jon had reapproached me and strattled my legs with his, him pulling me back so that my ass was right on the edge of the bed.

I knew it was time. I allowed my mind to wander to a happy, relaxed place as I heard the sound of him lubricating his own dick with his own saliva. He rubbed his throbbing head against and around my slightly loosened hole, continuing to tease me, almost enough to orgasm. Then, without warning, he slowly, and oh so carefully, slid his entire thick member right up into my tailpipe.

"Fuuuck" I said quietly. The sensation was overwhelming. It stung, it felt hot, moist, but somehow it felt amazing. He grabbed my back with his hands and slowly pushed away from me, sliding his hot number back out of my ass.

"How was that?" he asked. I took notice to the sincerity in his voice. He wasn't talking dirty. He was truly wanting to know how it felt; if I was okay. I turned my head and nodded in approval. "Fucking awesome," I said. He smiled and then slowly reinserted his dick, a little faster this time.

And then the thrusting began.

With my ass hanging on the edge of the bed and Jon having to use his strong legs to be able to go up and into my hole, he began to fuck me crazy. He would go from long spurts of deep, fast penetrations, to slow, circular, shallow penetrations. My ass enjoyed every second of it, and before I knew it, I was full out moaning for him to cum in my ass. It hit me at one point (now 2:30 in the morning) that I *could* wake someone up if I was too loud.

But I didn't care enough.

I reached back and grabbed his body, pulling his thick dick into me, begging for him to fuck me deeper and harder. He began to sweat as he did this, and then I realized that he was as ready as ever. Looking back at him with my head being shoved down in the mattress with every thrust, I saw his body arch back, his head cock back, his eyes close and his mouth open wide. He retained this stance for a good thirty seconds as he fucked me harder than in any porn video I had ever stumbled across.

His moans became louder. His dick seemed to grow inside of me, twisting into my inner self. And then, finally, he let go. After his moans hit a maximum level, loud enough to drown out the bashing of the bed against the wall, he jerked and thrusted up inside me one last, long time, putting all nine inches all the way up my tiny ass.

I felt an explosion of warmth as he collapsed on my back, laying ontop of me with his dick fully inside of me, pumping load after load of cum deep into me. I moaned with him, wrapped up in the feeling, the tenderness, the juices, the sex. We laid there like that for a few minutes before he pulled out, sat me up and gave me a long blowjob to finish me off. He swallowed every ounce of my cum, by far the biggest load I had ever shot in my life.

I could still feel my ass hole contorting as if his dick was still inside it. It felt moist against his comforter, and it didn't take long to realize that his load from earlier was now dripping out of me and onto his bed. But there wasn't time to worry about any of that. We kissed as we both grabbed our shorts and then went our separate ways for the night. I began to think this was more than just a fuckbuddy. This was the start of something real.

Bah, who was I kidding? This kid was just a horny straight guy that liked a good ass pounding. My mind was more on the worry that someone in the house -- worse, one of my good, straight and unknowing friends -- heard our little fun in the bedroom. And it wasn't until a week and a half later and a comment on Facebook from Josh that I realized we weren't the only ones enjoying ourselves that evening.

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