Darren - She doesn't need to know

“Come on, bruh. I heard ass is better than pussy, and you like dick, right?” Ronnie drunkenly whispered into my ear to hear him over the music.

I only met him a few months ago at the start of the fall semester. He is the sexy older brother of my closest female friend, Charlene. I thought he was hot when we first met and shamelessly flirted with him, even right in front of her. That, of course, was when I thought he was straight...and I like to ruffle feathers. It was all harmless, especially since he ate it up to get a reaction from Charlene.

We all go to Penn State, but Ronnie is graduating at the end of the semester. He runs in a completely different circle than Charlene and me, but she started dating one of his teammates, so it smashed our circles together like a car accident. He has been in a relationship with a very sweet woman named Crystal for the last two years, and Charlene is confident they will end up married or pregnant. I thought so, too. That is, until we ended up drunk at this party together.

I laughed at him, pushing on his chest, his tight t-shirt doing nothing to hide the muscles on his lean torso. “Ronnie, I can’t…”

He leaned in again, “Bruh, I know you want my dick,” he groped himself through his grey sweatpants, shaking a flaccid cock which was bigger than my hard dick, as his other hand traced it'sway down my back and landing on my 30” waist. His hand spreading ever so slightly so his thumb could set up camp on my waistband while his fingers fanned out to gently enjoy the curve of my ass. “You’ve been checking me out since we met, making all your slick comments about how you’d treat me better than my girl, well…I say…prove it,” his lips grazed my ear as he continued to invade my personal space.

Admittedly, I’ve jerked off to the idea of sex with Ronnie a few times. Ok–gun to my head–more than a few times, if you're counting.  I caught a glimpse of his dick in my perif at the urinal more than once and it fueled several solo sessions with my right hand in my dorm room.

It’s been a minute since I last got fucked, and while I’m still not sure if he’s fuckin with me or not, I’m enjoying the attention and the grip his hand has on my ass. “What about Crystal?” I asked, my hand trailing down his torso, feeling his abs like I was reading braille and recording each one until I landed on the waistband of his Champion boxer briefs and held onto it. The heat radiating from his abdomen was intense, even in this already heated party. 

“She doesn’t need to know. Fuck, she hasn’t put out in a few weeks, I need to nut so bad,” He whined while simultaneously flashing me his sexy smile that always reminds me of Gabrielle Union’s smile.

I looked up and down the hallway, expecting someone to pop out and pull a “gotcha” or, at the very least, interrupt us at any point in this house party, but nobody seemed to be using the upstairs except us. I can hear a few dozen people talking over the music downstairs and the ruckus from the beer pong tournament happening in the kitchen. Still, the upstairs is where Ronnie’s friend Curtis and his roommates sleep, so it’s basically off-limits to everyone but Charlene because…well, she’s fuc—dating Curtis. 

A loud cheering breaks my focus, but Ronnie pulls me back, using the forefinger of his big basketball player hand to casually pull my chin back so my eyes lock on his. He reaches down and pulls my hand further down his body to the bulge in the front of his sweats, my knuckles brushing against it gently until he flexes it, and the fabric rises up to let me know he was serious.

“Fuck…I don’t know Ronnie, I mean…you’re Charlene’s brother,” I weakly protested, the grin on my face hard to hide.

He tossed his head back, his Adam’s Apple bouncing in his throat as his deep voice rumbled with a chuckle, “Bruh…don’t be a little bitch, she won’t find out. I’m not gonna tell her…shit. I aint gay, I just need some ass.”

“Ugh,” I groaned, biting my lower lip, “I want to, I really do…but…”

He reached up and started playing with the diamond stud in my ear, “But nothing.” His eye contact was melting my brain. “Darren, you’re a fine ass brotha with a fine ass.” His eyelashes fluttered, trying to conceal his desperation. “We’re two consenting adults, with years of fuckin’... sexual tension built up between us.” He put his forehead on mine. I could feel the gentle sway from his drunken advance as he forced himself to stand steady. His bulge flexed in my loose grip again. “Let’s just pound one out…for fun,” he flashed a mischievous grin.

“Oh geez, way to make me feel special,” I mock protested.

He put his fingers under my chin, pulling my focus back up to his sexy lips, “You know you’re special. I ain’t fuckin no other dudes, I only want to try your ass out… because you’re special.” Then he let his lips dance over mine, waiting for me to give in. His event filled my nostrils, and… being the patheticly horny homo I am, I leaned in and gently kissed his lips, savoring this moment I've fantasized about since we met. I pulled back slowly to meet his eyes to see if he was really into this.

The desire in his half-lidded, glassy eyes shattered my last pathetic attempt to deny how turned on I am for him, and the lingering taste of his lips on mine made me abandon all reason to protest. I reached my arms up onto his broad athletic shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss, this one much more passionate. His sexy lips engulfed mine, as he spun me back to the wall, his tongue tossed mine around like a cat with a play toy. He moaned into my mouth and I into his as his hands explored my waist and dropped to my ass. I broke our kiss as I felt my dick strain against my underwear and pants, “Where?”

He looked down the hall to the stairs that led back into the party and then the other way that accessed the three bedrooms of the guys who lived here. He swallowed hard. “Curtis’ room is probably unlocked,” he grinned and nodded down the hall.

I nodded quickly. Trying to go back to his place or my dorm room would be a serious mood killer. If this was going to happen, it was a now-or-never kind of thing.

He pulled me into the second door on the right. It was a decent-sized bedroom, with a queen-sized bed, a bunch of posters on the walls of athletes and some smaller ones of the cheerleaders. It smelled like a boys room, lacking in any kind of air freshener or scented candles to hide the musky scent of an athlete who sleeps and fucks in this room.

Ronnie locked the door behind us as I walked over to the bed. He groped himself through his sweats, then pulled his shirt up over his head to hook it on his neck while showing off his cut abs and pecs, flexing his muscles as he did, and walked toward me. I sat and watched as he planted his feet between my legs. I’m 5’10”, he’s easily 6’3”, so his crotch lines up perfectly with me seated on the bed. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his bulgewhich was now tenting his sweats, rubbing it into my face as I filled my lungs with his unique scent, something I’ve smelled before, but this is much more concentrated, and it sends my heart racing as I reach up to cup my hands on his upper thighs just below his worked out glutes, pulling his crotch tighter into my face with a subtle moan. He rubbed the back of my head as he let his fall back while I massaged his ass in a way I know a woman never has and I feel his cock twitching through the fabric restraining it. 

I know time is my enemy, so I wasted no more of it and tugged his sweats down, his black boxer-briefs barely containing all his inches. Hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling them down, his anaconda sprang free and gently smacked me in the face. I pushed his boxers and sweats as far down his worked-out legs as I could and rubbed my face all over his nine inches of uncut meat while cupping and massaging his balls with one hand and his ass cheek with the other. Precum is already starting to flow and leaving wet spots on my light brown skin. I slid my hands up and down his thighs a few times as I licked his dick, tasting that salty flavor that gets my saliva flowing. Getting his cock wet enough to start sucking on him, my hands moved back up his legs and around to his crotch, giving his dick a few strokes and adding as much spit to it as I could before putting him in my mouth. 

I sucked the head like a popsicle, tasting his precum, fuck he tastes good. I swear, I felt my asshole dialate as soon as his juices touched my tongue. Feeling his muscles I let my hands travel back around to grab his ass and pull him forward as I sank my mouth onto his pole, pulling him into the back of my throat until I felt resistance. Then relaxed and took him into my throat. His cock is uncut so that extra skin helped him slide into my throat with ease, both of us moaning as he did.

“Mmmm, fuck, D, that’s good,” he ran his fingers through my fade, massaging my head as I took his tip into my throat with no gagging. “Jesus fucking Christ,” his knees bent and he rocked his hips, trying to push my limits as I worked him over, giving him the kind of blow job only a guy can provide. Not fearing playing with his balls, sucking them, then quickly planting his cock back into my throat while massaging his glutes with my man hands, hitting all of the spots I learned to hit from a brief DL relationship with a sports massage therapist my freshmen year. I even let some fingers travel gently across his hole, knowing he’s never had that kind of attention. I felt his cock spurt some precum into my throat just from the suggestion of playing with his tight pucker and it sent my desire to give him the best orgasm into the stratosphere.

He pulled out of my throat, “Fuck bruh, you damn near made me bust in your mouth,” he chuckled while catching his breath and seemingly pinching the tip of his cock through his foreskin. I could took in the sight of his cock for the first time as he held off his impending orgasm. The length, the girth, the dark color with the pink tip that poked out of the foreskin when he pulled it back, I wanted to memorize it in case this is the only time I get to see it in all its glory.

I beamed with pride watching him breathe as he regained control of his balls and held off the potential of a premature ejaculation. Pulling my shirt off, I feel his eyes traveling down my body. I’m in good shape, but don’t work out like Ronnie; I’m more in shape because of genetics.  I used the shirt to wipe my mouth and pulled him in for a kiss as I lay back onto the bed with him leaning over me. I slowly, dramatically lift my ass to push my pants and trunks off together, watching his eyes to see the reaction I get as my dick comes into view. His lips curling back into that sexy smile was all I needed to see to know he really wanted to fuck me and that this wasn’t just some weed filled drunken hole to fuck situation. Not that I haven’t had my fair share of straight boys, but Ronnie is more than some casual, cuffed straight dude stepping out on his girl for some ass.

I reached down, tugging on my six inch cut cock, letting my balls hang over the edge of Curtis’ bed as I slowly stroked myself. “Do you have a condom…and lube?”

He shrugged and stroked his dick. With humor in his voice, he asked, “Why would I?”

A valid point. I looked around, “Do you think Curtis has some stashed here?”

His shoulders slumped as he stroked himself with one hand and my thigh with the other, “Do we need it?” He stepped closer between my legs, closing the gap between the back of my thighs and the front of his, adding, “Charlene always let’s me fuck her raw.” He brought his hand up and wet it with his spit in a practiced fashion, then rubbed it into my hole, making me moan. He slipped a finger into me, a little faster and rougher than I would’ve liked, making me groan and hiss.

“Ngh…yeah, we need lube. And a condom, mmmph.” I tried to relax around his finger.

He flashed me that smile again, “D, come on, we’ve known each other how long now? My pull-out game is strong…if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He was working two fingers into me now with just spit as lube. I breathed heavily, my heart was pounding at the thought of him fucking me raw like he fucks her. “I know but…I always use condoms, mmmm,” I moaned when he found my prostate and his two fingers pushed on it like he was playing Smash Bros and my anatomy was the controller. “Mmm..fuck, look around,” I vaguely pointed at the top drawer of Curtis’ dresser.

Ronnie pulled his long fingers out of me, then his underwear and sweats up to mid-thigh as he went over to the dresser, digging through Curtis’ underwear drawer. Shifting the contents around and reaching into the back corners, “Not here.”

I felt under the bed, realizing it was a Captain’s Bed and had drawers under it, I opened the one by my feet. Sure enough, it had condoms, weed, pills I didn’t recognize, a few Polaroids I was terrified to look at in case they were of Charlene, and a roll of paper towels that only had a few sheets left on it. “There’s condoms here, no lube though.” I pulled a condom out and handed it to him.

Ronnie lifted a bottle of lotion from behind a few bottles of cologne and deodorant. “Can we use this?”

“We can try,” I said, scrunching my face and waving him back to my spread legs. I squirt a few dollops of the lotion into my hand and started rubbing some on my hole, relaxing a bit, gently fingering some into my outer ring, trying to prep myself for the battering that is sure to come from Ronnie’s massive cock, a straight boy who’s never done anal before.

As soon as Ronnie rolled the magnum down his iron pipe, I used the rest of the lotion on my hand to coat the latex and pull him closer to the bed. I lay back onto the mattress and lift my legs, “you better be fucking gentle or I’ll knock you the fuck out,” I said with a smile.

He grinned at me, pushed my legs back to expose my slick hole. Then rubbed his condom covered cock up and down the crack until he found the dark hole and started to push. I groaned, reached down and adjusted his cock to be more centered. I pushed out and let him push in, the head splitting me open as the sound of the latex straining to contain him against the tightness of my ass filled the air around us.

“Oh fu-uck, your tight as hell, D,” he moaned as he got a few inches into me and adjusted himself to put one knee on the mattress by my ass, the other leg planted on the floor. He put one of my legs on his shoulder as the other wrapped over his bent leg on the mattress, my heel resting on his ass cheek.

“Wait, fuck…ungh,” I felt that horrible sting that crawls up from my asshole to my stomach when a thick cock enters me too quickly. I clenched my teeth and pushed on his hips, slowing his entry as I tried to take the battering ram with very little prep and foreplay. I groaned, hissed, and tried to take a deep breath. I've taken big dicks before, but you gotta enter slowly.

Ronnie rubbed my legs, holding himself in place, “Are you ok?”

I nodded, “Just give me a second. Need to loosen up, I’m tighter than a pussy,” I tried to joke through the pain.

He chuckled, “So much tighter,” he gently rocked his hips, eagerly trying to slip a little deeper into me.

“Mmmhmm,” I pulled him in by the neck for another kiss.

He bent over me, keeping one of my legs on his shoulder as the other dangled in the air, and I felt his lips on mine and his dick sink a little deeper into me. I wrapped my arms around him and then let my right-hand slide down the muscles of his back to his ass and pulled him deeper into me. He moaned into my mouth as I opened up for the rest of his long dick to push in as far as it could go. I groaned and hissed, struggling to take him but not wanting to punk out on him as he got deeper.

He moaned, “You’re so fuckin tight, holy shit.” He pulled back an inch and thrust in two more inches. I felt his ass flex like he was doing squats as he moaned from the pleasure of my tight grip on his cock as he pinned deeper into my ass, a little too deep…too quickly.

“Ungh…fuck…ni…that dick is huge, take it easy,” I moaned, feeling him start to poke at my inner ring. I could tell he was trying to navigate the differences between fucking a loose vagina and my vise-like ass. Holding me tight and pushing into me wasn’t getting him as deep as he wanted to be, but it was feeling great for me. I was enjoying his girth gently pressing on my prostate and six or so of his inches stretching me out, prepping me for the last few inches that would bust into my guts.

“Damn bruh, you’re too tight,” he moaned as a wave of pleasure rocked through his body. He held himself deep inside me, just enjoying the tightness as he leaned over and kissed me again.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling his weight on my leg as he pinned me down. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, resting my heel on athletic ass. My hands roamed up and down his back, feeling his tight muscles and memorizing every inch of his body.

He pulled most of the way out and thrust hard into me.

“Ah, shit,” I groaned, breaking our kiss as his head tried to bust into my inner ring.

“My bad, you ok?” He held steady with concern.

“Yeah,” I groaned and let out a chuckle. “You gotta take it easy until I get a little more loose,” I groaned.

He smiled, kissing my neck, “Mmm, is my dick too big for you?” He kissed his way up to my ear, and I felt his lips curling into a prideful grin as his hips gyrated.

“Uh-uh,” I shook my head, “I just need a minute,” I groaned again, not giving him the satisfaction of confirming how great his cock is.

He seemed to understand and was thrusting slowly with more shallow strokes. Just a few inches out, and a few inches in. Massaging my anal walls, his girth begging me to open up so he could pound out that nut he was desperate to release.

“Ungh, that’s it,” I groaned, feeling myself start to relax.

The next thrust he pulled out a little further, and buried himself deeper into my guts, stretching my hole and getting more of his cock into me than before, making us both moan. The next thrust felt just as good. Then he pulled most of his cock out and thrust in to the hilt but halfway through we both felt the snap of the latex as it peeled back and released most of his bare cock into my ass, his resivoir of precum coating my burning walls with a man made lube that felt so good we both moaned and he held deep inside me. 

“Mmm…I think the condom broke,” he grinned, lifting his head to look into my eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle as his dick throbbed inside me.

I groaned, “Shit…the lotion must’a ate it up.”

He grind his hips into me, his cock digging a little deeper into my guts, “Mmm, fuck it feels good thogh,” he let his head rest back down over my shoulder and his hot breath hit my neck. “You want me to pull out?” There was a desperation in his voice.

His subtle little thrusts gave us both so much pleasure, it was impossible to wrap my mind around making him put on another condom at this point. It felt so good inside me I couldn’t help but moan, and I know I can trust Ronnie, “Just, pull out when you bust, ok?”

He kissed and sucked on my neck and moaned an almost whimper as he started thrusting again, “Mhh-hmmm.” Now with an even more rigid cock, leaking precum that lubed me up with each push, we were both in ecstasy. “Fuck that’s good,” he breathed into my ear with another, somehow deeper thrust.

I wrapped my legs and arms around his back as I moaned in tune with his grunts as he bottomed out with each gentle deep stroke of his enormous cock. He was clearly struggling to hold back from shooting his load, and I wasn’t helping by clamping my ass around him perfectly in time with each thrust to make it even tighter for him. Encouraging him with moans of plesure and whispering, “You’re dick feels so good, don’t stop,” every couple of thrusts.

“Fuck, D, I…I’m already close,” his tone had turned to a labored whisper, all of his focus on holding his nut in so he could soak up another stroke, then another.

I kissed him and ran my fingers through his hair, fucking up his twists and making him moan even more with the next couple of thrust.

“Oh fuck, bruh, I’m about to nut,” he sloppily kissed my lips then attacked my neck again, biting gently on my shoulder with his next thrust.

I was impressed with his ability to…

“Can I nut in you?” He asked in a desperate gasp for air, his hips hunching up into me with a deep stroke.

“Huh?” I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as he humped into me again, his big cock gliding over my prostate.

“Charlene never lets me bust in her, can I nut in you?” He humped into me again, maintaining his deep, agoniziingly slow rhythm. 

“I…”

“Come on bruh, just this once,” he thrust into me, his cock swelling as it glides over my prostate. He pulled out most of his inches and kept to that painfully slow rhythm as he pushed back in, knowing the slightest deviation would set him off. “I want to know what it feels like to nut in you,” his hips grind on my ass, his swelling head rearanging my guts like a massage.

“Mmm, fuck,” I held my hand on the back of his head as he continued to suck on my neck and grind inside me, stretching my hole a little more. I rocked my hips with his next thrust and moaned out a weak, “ok.”

“Mmm, fuck yeah,” he rocked his hips out and back in, a little faster this time. His arms wrapping around me tightly as he hunched up into me, his cock peircing my second ring like it lived there. “Oh shit, I’m about to nut,” He hunched again, qicker and harder, biting down on my traps and I felt the head of his cock swell even bigger as he shoved it deep into my guts and grunted in my ear. I felt that familiar pulsing inside me, but with an added rush of wetness and heat filling my guts. He hunched again, coating my anal walls with his nut, the soothing feeling of his cum coated cock sliding freely back into my deepest insides made me moan with him, my toes curling behind his back and I held him tight as his body tensed and convulsed as he continued to drain his balls inside me. “Fuck,” he whispered as he collapsed on me, his cock still pulsing inside me, his body tremorred following every pulse, “shit,” he chuckled in my ear, loosening his grip on me.

I held him tight, rocking my hips and clamping my ass cheeks to fully drain him inside me. I had never let someone nut in me before, and the way Ronnie is reacting to it made me feel this rush of satisfaction as if I had just had my own orgasm. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, holding him inside me as he enjoyed his post-orgasmic bliss, catching his breath. I didn’t want this moment to end.

It was as if on cue, someone jiggled the door handle, not expecting it to be locked. We both stiffened.

“Curtis, it’s locked!” Charlene’s voice shouted from the other side of the door. “Curtis! It’s locked!” She tried to be heard over the music, but clearly wasn’t. “Ugh, for fuck sake,” we could hear her stomp away.

“Fuck,” Ronnie’s voice sobered up and got tense. He pushed up off of me, pulling his softened cock out of me a little too quickly.

“Ah, shit,” I groaned, my legs trying to fall back down as my ass clamped shut, holding his cum inside me so it didn’t leak all over Curtis’ bed.

Ronnie’s sweats and boxer briefs still around his ankles, he jerked them up over his glistening cock, the broken concom still around the base of his shaft. “Quick, get dressed,” he whisper-shouted.

I shook off my fuck-fog and quickly found my underwear and pants, pulling them on, then my shirt, slipping my sneakers back on as Ronnie pocketed the condom wrapper and pulled his shirt back over his head and straightened his clothes the best he could. I unlocked the door and peeked out; no one was there. Ronnie went first down the stairs, and I went to the upstairs bathroom, splashing water on my face. My neck was already coated in hickies, I know I was going to have to lie about. The bite mark on my trap from his orgasm could clearly identify his teeth marks, should someone try to CSI who I hooked up with.

I wiped the crack of my ass with some toilet paper and flushed it. When I opened the door and flicked off the light, I saw Charlene coming up the stairs, Curtis in tow. She gave me an “I’ll see you later” look as he went to unlock the door, but the handle popped right open. He looked at her like she was crazy. “I swear it was locked,” she folded her arms and gave him a look. He just smiled and let her in, then they closed the door, and I heard it lock as I walked by.

Downstairs, Ronnie had already inserted himself into a beer pong game. I decided to stick around for one more drink to not be suspicious, then left without saying bye to anyone. My ass hadn’t been fucked that good in a long time, so I was beat and passed out as soon as I got back to my dorm.