Pride Story

Justin has always come across as straight. He has girlfriends and is kind of a red
neck in his actions. He is 19 and hot as hell. We had been friends for years. To be honest
I had looked at how hot his body was becoming and what a hot young man he was, but
never lusted after him. That is until two weeks ago. Everything has changed now. For
the better, and for the worst. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Two weeks ago I ran into Justin at the pool hall. I was there with a lady I’m
dating, and he was there with his latest slut of the week. I’m bi and not out, and not
looking for hook ups. I’m 30 and never had any complaints on my looks. Brown hair and
eyes. Smooth upper body and moderately hairy below. I am 6 cut and thick.
Seeing Justin on this day made my cock tingle surprisingly. He was bent over a
pool table making a shot. He was wearing well worn jeans with holes strategically placed
all over, and a collared shirt with the sleeves cut out. Completely unbuttoned so that his
smooth chest was easily visible. To say that Justin has a few tattoos is an understatement.
Ten or more possibly. Not trashy, just street enough to be very hot. My favorite being
the one on his pec. About the size of a grapefruit, and colorful. I can’t tell you what it is,
because every time I’ve ever been close enough to look I get too hot and never get past
how hot his chest is. He is about 6’ 3” and not an ounce of fat on him.
My girl and I walked up and struck up a conversation and we played teams with
them. We talked and hung out for a few games and then said our good byes and left them
playing yet another game. Just before getting to my car, I heard Justin call my name and
come running out to the car.
“Hey, what are you doing later?”
“Dropping off Katie and then home. Why?”
“Still living at home man, and my mom is getting on my last nerve. Do you think I
might be able to crash at your place tonight?”
“Sure Justin, anytime. What time are you thinking? I don’t wanna wait up for too
long.”
“Not long at all man. In fact, maybe I could ditch this bitch and come over right
away. We could get some beer and just kick back and talk for a while. I mean, if that’s
cool with you.”
Justin is a cool kid, and like I said, I had grown pretty fond of looking at his hot
body. What had me going right then was his amazing eyes. Dark brown, almost black,
and they sparkled. God, he is cute. Sex written all over him. “Well, ok, but don’t come
dragging in with sex all over you. That hot little thing in there looks like she is ready to
eat you whole.” I said laughing. Justin is so much fun to kid around with.
Meanwhile Katie had slid into the car waiting for me. I don’t think she has ever
liked Justin a whole lot, and she dislikes him even more when he refers to girls as his
bitches. He comes off as a little arrogant and cold, but damn he is hot, and it doesn’t seem
to affect his getting all of the hot little sluts he wants.
Dropping off Katie is never easy, she is hot and I think I might love her. She is
always a bit clingy at the end of the night, and I have to peel myself away from her.
Tonight was a bit easier, though, because she was a little miffed at me for being nice to
Justin, and I was in a little bit of a rush to get home before Justin got there.
Sure enough, when I drove into the driveway his little beat up car was there. It
was a warm night and he was sitting on the hood with his shirt off and draped over his
shoulder. He is a little rough around the edges, but he is easily model material.
Damn...yummy.
“Damn dude, where have you been? I got head and still beat you here.” Laughing
a little too much.
“Maybe I got a little more than head.” Looking at him slyly, wiping the smile from
his face.
“Dude, really? That fast?”
Looking back at my car. “I might even have brought you a little something in the
back seat.”
“Katie and me?” Looking shocked, and sliding off the hood of his car and walking
slowly toward me.
I love messing with his head. As he approached the back of my car and looked in.
“Hell no, but you can grab that case of beer for me.”
“Fucker..” Trying to act mad, but smiling as he grabbed the beer and followed me
in.
Justin is 19, but still has that little boy way about him. Fun, a little wild, but oddly
innocent when you least expect it. Ten minutes after coming in, I was kicked back on the
couch in my cut off sweats, and he was sitting on the other end with nothing but his jeans
on. He had kicked off his shoes and socks to get comfortable when I went to change. We
were each slamming our first beer and working on the second in no time.
Justin was being a bigger kid the more he got a buzz on. We were talking and
laughing and before long talking about girls and sex. Being every bit the 19 year old sex
was on his mind more often than not.
“I didn’t really get head tonight man.”
“I know. I didn’t really get anything either. Katie pretty much hates you to
pieces, and I just dropped her off and went to pick up the beer.” I laughed a little.
“Dude I am so fucking sore anyway. I probably couldn’t have enjoyed it.”
“Your dick is sore?” Yikes...what had he been doing?
“No, asshole. My body. I’ve been helping my mom move a lot of shit around the
house. Changing the furniture and cleaning and shit.” Rubbing his shoulders.
Was he trying to get me to offer to rub them? It has been my experience that there
is no such thing as a straight guy. Gay guys, and bi guys. That’s it. But, if there ever was
one, Justin was it. He never gave off any vibes.
We watched a little TV and drank more, and talked more....about sex. It was
obvious that we were both horny, but not so obvious that we were craving each other.
Then there was another comment about being sore. And then another.
I was either getting brave because of the beer, or just horny, but I offered. “Hey, I
can give you a good rub down if you like.” Half of me thought he’d say no, and that same
half hoped he did say no. The other half was hoping for a yes, and looking forward to
getting my hands on his hot body.
“You’d do that?” He looked surprised.
“Sure, no problem. I’m comfortable with you.”
Without another word, he got up with me close behind, and went to my bedroom
and stripped down to his loose boxers. Damn, he was so fucking hot. I wanted to go for
him right there. I had only been with a couple of guys when I was in junior high, but it
was just experimental. Lusting after Justin seemed completely natural. I was trembling.
He laid down on his stomach and pulled at the waistband of his boxers so they
were hanging very low, showing the top of his hot crack. God, I wanted to rape the hell
out of that ass.
I gave him a thorough rub down, from fingers, to arms, to shoulders, down his
back, skipping over his ass, and down his legs. I slid my hands back up his legs and he
raised his ass slightly. I had to try that again to see if he truly did raise it or if it was just
my wishful thinking. I massaged down to his feet and then slid my hands back up and
inside his legs. He raised his ass a little higher and also spread his legs a little. He was
inviting me for more. I’d swear it. In case there was any doubt, he seemed to be getting
irritated with his boxers and messed with the waist band a bit.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Nope, but these things are coming off....cool?” He waited for me to approve.
“Whatever man, like I said, I’m comfortable with you. Don’t be shy, because I’m
definitely not. Is there anyplace off limits?”
“Nope.” Then he yanked his boxers off in one yank and was back on his stomach
with the most perfect little ass I have ever seen staring back at me.
I started massaging his legs again, and again he raised his ass and spread his legs a
bit. This time with no boxers to contain him, his balls lay there for me to see and maybe
accidentally touch. So I ran my hands up inside his legs and gently massaged his inner
thighs. He was all but begging me to touch him more intimately. I worked my courage to
massage his ass cheeks roughly. He responded and I was sure he was getting aroused.
Leaving nothing to chance now, and feeling the beer in my system, I ran my hand between
his legs and began to stimulate the area behind his balls and before his hole. Rubbing very
lightly at first, and then pressing into it hard as if masturbating him. “Is that too rough?”
“No. Feels good.” He said sleepily, and sexily.
The more I rubbed the more he raised his ass. The more he raised his ass the more
of his cock I could see. I lightly ran my finger against the underside of his cock. He was
responding like a fag in heat. I couldn’t play innocent anymore. “Turn over.”
Not hesitating one second, he rolled over exposing a rock hard and huge cock. I
know everyone says this, but his dick had to be 9”. I’m 6” and he was way bigger than
me. Not quite as thick, but long and amazing. I stalled for a few seconds to look at the
hot boy before me. His handsome face with his eyes closed, looking as if he was about to
cum or something he was so sexually excited. His slim but muscular features. His smooth
chest, his tatt on his right pec, and those rock hard abs, with just a tiny bit of happy trail
almost entirely obscured by the hard on he was sporting. Damn! I placed both hands on
his neck and worked them slowly down his chest and over the tight stomach and avoiding
his cock, and wrapping around his balls. He was trembling now, and breathing heavy. I
could hear slight moans every time I got close to his cock. He was about to bust for some
attention there. I jacked his meat slowly and cautiously at first. This is supposed to be a
straight guy, and more than that, I’m supposed to be straight.
“You like?”
“Hell, yeah.” His eyes were closed and he was panting like a bitch in heat.
I was massaging his crotch area, but my mouth was getting closer and closer to his
meat. I was working up the courage to put that thing in my mouth. I wanted to taste it,
and to taste the hot cum he was sure to pump into my mouth.
The more I worked it, the more he was raising it toward my mouth. “You still
comfortable with me?”
“Yep.”
“No limits?”
“uh-huh.”
I went for it. Slipping my mouth onto his hot and incredibly soft skinned hard on.
Wow. It tasted amazing with just a hint of soap smell. As soon as my mouth wrapped
around it, he made tiny pumping movements. He was so into it.
I pulled off for a second. “Good?”
“Mmmmmmmm”
I wanted to make this last forever, but was hoping that we could do a lot of things
during the course of the night. Knowing his youth, and not knowing what would happen
next, I wanted him to cum and cum now. I started sucking and working his cock for all I
was worth.
He started pumping into my face in rhythm with my sucking. He was moaning and
making these amazing and incredibly hot sounds. I knew I was doing it right and my hot
little stud was getting into it for all he had. I was cradling his ass in my hands and felt him
start to tighten up. His breathing was such that I knew he was about to cum. I deep
throated as best as I could and worked hard for the prize I knew was about to shoot into
me.
He was completely tight now and his breath had stopped as he was about to shoot.
When, “What the fuck?! What the fuck?!”
He pulled out of my mouth and sat up acting like he didn’t know where he was.
“What?”
“What the fuck man? Where the hell are my clothes? Damn!” He got up and
started frantically dressing as if I had taken advantage of him. Like he wasn’t a part of the
whole thing.
I tried to stop him, but he threw on his clothes and left. The last thing I saw was
his tail lights as he spun out of my driveway and into the night. There I stood in the
doorway, naked and shocked. “What the fuck is right.”
I was not sure what happened, but was pretty sure I had messed up a friendship. I
was upset, and more than a little confused. That is until the phone call came in the middle
of the night about a week later.
“Hey, it’s Justin....don’t hang up.”

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