I woke up to a pounding that must have started in my head. It sounded like a bouncing ball coming from outside the master bedroom I was sharing with Konnichiwa. Could it be I was just hung over from all the tequila and red wine we consumed the night before? No, I did not feel pain in my head or nausea on my stomach or a spinning around of this big room. Without opening my eyes, I reached over to grab hold of the sexiest man on campus who had cuddled with me all night long in his parent’s bed. He was missing in action.
Oh fuck, I thought, what if he heard me mumbling in my sleep last night as the sexy dream started coming back into focus. Why would I dream about Konni’s old man? Yes, I had been fortunate to have dinner with him and his mom and Jimmie when they visited from New York City, last year. What a handsome couple, Konni’s mom with her exotic Japanese flair. Her jewels flared almost as much as her own sweet smile. His dad was a giant of a man. At least 6’5” and filled out a suit like no other New York City stock broker. I had a tough time keeping my eyes off him because he looked so vibrant and young. His youthful smooth skin and bald head made him look more like Jimmie’s older brother than his Dad.
The first time I ever got fucked was back a few years ago, when I had just turned 25. While I consider myself vers/btm now, then I was barely anything just a newbie as it comes to gay sex, as I had only been with a very few guys. I guess if I had to be labeled I was an oral/top guy.
I was in a new city and a new job. I had just moved from up north to Orlando. While it was 50s when I left home that October, it was a balmy 80 in sunny Florida. And all the good-lookin boyz, absolutely amazing. They were young, tanned, and sculpted – all tryin to get noticed. And trust me, they were. Well since I was new to the scene and I wouldn’t dare enter a gay bar for fear of being outed, I mostly cruised on the net. I found it hard to hook up, probably because I wouldn’t deal with the drama but more likely because I didn’t have a pic. I mean I got my fair share of action, but I always had to be patient. Well, needless to say, it was late October, and I was really horny one Friday after work. I chatted with a young boy, who’s name was Tran, and he was 19yo. He was a full-time college student living in the dorms at UCF. I couldn’t host because I was too paranoid, and he couldn’t host because he had a roommate. Out of desperation, I offered to get a hotel room. He agreed. So we met later that night at a cheap hotel, I forget the name, but was either Econo Lodge, Super 8, Motel 6 or one of the those. The room wasn’t too expensive, but it was in a decent, safe area. I told Tran to wait outside, while I got the room. After checking in, I got Tran and we walked around to the back of the hotel where our room was. It was quiet and no one else was around. We entered the room, and Tran, well, he was quite the tiger – he was ready to go, no pleasantries, not nothing. He was stripped down to his cheetah patterned thong, barely held back his bulge.
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Poor Cage. He looks so forlorn when this update starts. We soon learn the reason for his upset.
“I’m excited about this scene Cage because you’re going to get fucked,” the cameraman says to the stud.
“I’ve been looking to it for a quite awhile,” the cameraman continues.
“I bet you have,” Cage replies.
“He’s excited,” Romeo, the dude who will own Cage’s ass virginity, says.
Carrot’s foot hit the gas suddenly and his loud moans motivated Konni to fuck me harder smacking his balls against my ass. We could hear Glen swallowing the tall redhead’s cum almost choking on his huge load. I looked out the window as the pine trees started falling away and the swamp marsh had turned into the Sound. We were very close to Nag’s Head on the final long bridge that would put us as far out on the outer banks as we could go. Jimmie’s long dick firm, thick, and rigid had worked me into one of those orgasms that just dribbled out with each deep stroke. I found myself hollering with pleasure as Glen was laughing at me shouting to Konni, “Fuck that blue-eyed country boy, good, and let him know whose boss.”
My pleasure went to a deep guttural laugh at what Fangool had just said. Konni must have liked what that made his dick feel because he stopped stroking just holding onto my ass cheeks close to the base of his cock. Cum had pooled inside my belly button like those seaside gully’s that could trap jellyfish almost the same consistency. Jimmie took his fat middle finger and swirled it around in my belly coating it with my jizz. He forced me to suck it off his finger and I continued to suck like a baby as he started plowing my insides, long-stroking me with all his big ass power. His eyes closed as he grunted with his raspy voice, “Fuck I’m shooting my load deep inside you. Damn, feels so fucking gooood!”
We finally got the fearless foursome packed in my, hand-me-down, Eddie Bauer Ford Explorer heading four hours east to Nags Head, N.C. My tennis partner and German language classmate had decided months earlier that our Spring Break would be an all-male trip to his parents beach house where we could play tennis, get tanked on Quervo tequila shots and lounge around without any rules or regulations. Jimmy “Konnichiwa” Jones was a native New Yorker who was mixed, African-American and Japanese, a bit spoiled by his father’s wealth as an investment banker, but so handsome that even straight guys could not keep their eyes off him. We met our freshman year on the tennis courts at U.N.C. – Gay (Greensboro) and became fast friends. Our tennis skills were equally matched which made for a fierce three setter. That’s all we had time for since I was the BFA acting major always cast in shows which kept me busy at rehearsals.
Our other buddies on this trip where just as crazy as we were. Another native New Yorker from Westchester County was a “vafangool” Italian with deep set brown eyes that loved to curse you out in his native tongue. So, Glen’s favorite phrase became his nickname which meant fuck you (vafangool). He was the pasta Godfather and kept us fat and happy with his red sauce and homemade Ravi’s. Finally, the lumbering beast of our group was Carrot. He was from Cincinnati with bright red hair and Irish green eyes weighing in at 195 pounds, which you could not miss anywhere on campus, since he was 6’7” tall and clumsy no matter how hard he tried to make basketball his saving grace. My nickname was “New” short for Newman, as in Paul the famous actor. The only thing I had close to him were these bright blue eyes which sparkled under the stage lights unless they were reddened by the heavy amount of weed we smoked during our college years that spanned from the late seventies to the mid-eighties for some of us who enjoyed partying much more than we did studying.