Brad's House

I'm a bisexual male, have been mostly with girls most of my life. But starting in high school, if I got horny and the timing felt right, I was always glad to suck a nice cock or get sucked or both. I'm not shy; if I like a guy's vibes and the discretion thing seems to be happening, I'll just come right out and tell them, Hey, you know, I'd like to make you cum, in my mouth. Go figure, plenty have taken me up on it, even some that were not gay or bi, or had not been till then LOL.

When I was 22, I hooked up with Brad, who was maybe ten years older than me. I was a senior in college in South Florida. Brad was already successful and owned a nice home with a pool. I didn't know it that first time I met him, but he was partners in the house with another guy Mike, who I'll write more about another time. This was as close as I ever got to swearing off women and giving myself entirely to the pursuit of hard cock.

I attended a house party with some friends, Brad was the host. After a full afternoon and evening of sun and swimming and drinking, everybody else (including my friends) had hooked up, and/or gone their own ways by around two in the morning. Brad and I had struck a conversation, turned out we were both swimmers for the same college, me currently and him from a decade before. We hit it off pretty well, but I wasn't sure I was reading the signals right until he stood up, smiling, and he looked me squarely in the eyes.

"I'm gonna close up the house ... listen, my roommate's out of town, you want to crash here tonight?"

My reply was quick, "Yes, I'd like that."

"Me too," he said. "I'm gonna grab a shower before bed, but first I need to clean up the mess a little and lock up."

I stood up too, facing him, within his arm's length. The Palm Beach night was warm, humid, balmy breezes. I was still wearing my swimsuit, no shirt, and from the way he looked at me I felt my cock stir and my nipples harden. We hadn't touched each other yet, but it seemed natural to me when Brad reached out and ran his fingertips over my tight left nipple, then up across my shoulder.

I held his eyes, considered moving toward him, but I was enjoying the tension. Smiling at him I said, "I'll help you clean up, and then a shower sounds really good."

We straightened up quickly and then I waited at the bottom of the stairs as he locked the exterior doors. He was wearing a white camp shirt and khaki shorts. I watched him, watched his body move as he quietly, gracefully padded around the downstairs barefooted. He was tall and lean, dark hair and blue eyes. Clearly, he continued to keep himself in good shape. As a swimmer myself, I was in top physical condition, but I was smaller framed than him; he was at least six inches taller than me.

"Come on," he said to me quietly, as he led me up the stairs. He whispered as we climbed, "The bedrooms are all occupied, except for mine." He unlocked the door to the master suite with a keypad, and he gestured into the big master bath. "Help yourself to the shower, you can go first if you want, here's clean towels, shampoo, whatever you need." He even had a fresh toothbrush still in the package.

The bathroom was big, and the shower was like a spa, almost like a locker room shower with multiple shower heads. I slid my swim trunks off my hips and down my thighs, and then walked outside the bathroom door into the master suite. He was just outside the doorway, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Looks like there's room for both of us," I said, standing there nude before him. My dick was half-hard, thick at the base and floating up from my body as I became more and more aroused, his eyes on me now. I found myself in awe of him, incredibly horny for him and wishing for him to take control. I couldn't have displayed my desire for him any more explicitly. I wasn't used to being with an older guy who was so self-assured and confident, and as his eyes scoured me I felt young and dumb, but I didn't back down. My instinct told me he wanted me, but I had only just begun to conceive of what would happen next, specifically, the degree to which I would open myself to anything with him, for him.

He looked at me, his eyes on my body, sharp and discerning. I wondered if I looked good enough, wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was physically attractive, but it was already beyond that for me. He had captured both my desire and my imagination -- he was attractive and he was smart and he was funny and he was successful.

He continued undressing until suddenly and naturally, we were both nude, enjoying the sight of one another. He was cut, so was I. His cock was long and not quite hard yet, but full, a big crown, beautiful. My whole body was shaved for swimming, and he had kept himself trimmed close too. He reached out his fingers, stepping toward me slowly and then beyond as his arm attached to his hand cupping my balls led me to the shower. He used that same hand to turn on two valves, and then the water spray filled the space and he turned to kiss me on the mouth. I responded to him, my cock leaping to him, my tongue slipping out to touch his lips. He opened his mouth for me and we kissed hungrily, our tongues wrestling and his scent in my nostrils. My own fingers found his big dick, which had grown longer and thicker, the biggest dick I had ever seen, or touched. The water got a little too hot, which drove us from under the spray. He adjusted the temperature, and then he presented to me again, his hands on me and mine on him, both of us now under the spray, slick and wet with lather as we bathed ourselves and each other in the steam. My cock was as stiff as I ever remember it.

"Here," he said, handing me the shampoo. The bottom of the shower was mostly covered by a padded bath mat, on which he knelt, dropping to his knees and leaning his head toward me as if in prayer. I understood that he wanted me to shampoo his hair, but he had also put his hands on my hips, capturing me against the tiled wall. He was using his face to move my erection around, left and right, my cock bumping him on the cheek, his breath hot as his lips brushed close. As I squeezed out some shampoo into his wet hair, his lips teased at my cock, his hand gripping at the base, his mouth kissing me on the slit of my penis. I inhaled the warm, steamy fragrance of the soap and the shampoo, the taste of him still on my lips. I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

"Brad, I'm gonna cum," I told him, his fist tight on the base of my dick. I didn't want to cum yet, I wanted to last longer.

"Go ahead, I want you to, I want you to cum in my mouth." He said this as I rubbed my fingers through his hair, as the rich lather foamed and covered my fingers. He took my wet cock into his mouth, water spraying from all directions, and he sucked me deep, so deep that I felt his lips tight on the fat base of my dick. I felt my cockhead slip into his throat, and then he pulled off till his lips kissed the tip again. He took his hands and swiped the soapy water from his face, laughing, his eyes closed, and then he gripped my cock again with his hand and sucked it deep, my fingers now wrapped around his head. I felt the hot cum rising inside, as if it came from inside my thighs and my entire abdomen. He coughed on my first spurt, I'm sure my cockhead swelled inside his throat, but even though he pulled back a little, he kept my cock in his mouth, his right hand gripping my balls and his left arm around my hips pulling me into his face. I must have pumped six or seven long shots of hot cum into his mouth, my fingers still wrapped around the back of his head, his wet hair now rinsed. He sucked it from me, my hot thick cum, some of it spilling out from his lips onto my cock and balls. He moaned as he sucked the cum out of my dick, and I felt my body lean back against the tile walls, relaxed and spent, like I was waking up from a dream in a steaming waterfall.

He stood up, sucking my cock as it slipped from his tight mouth. He looked into my eyes as he swallowed. I watched the lines of his jaw as he sucked his lips tight against his teeth, gathering my cum and eating it. He leaned his mouth to me again and kissed me. I reached into his mouth with my tongue and tasted myself on him as his tongue pushed into my own lips. I licked inside his mouth, and around it, discovered some of my cum where he'd not been able to suck it all in, where the water had not yet washed it away.

He hadn't cum yet, but when I went to reach for his cock he stopped me, turned me around and bathed me in the tenderest act of affection I've ever experienced. He lathered my back, and then reaching around me from behind, he soaped my nipples and my stomach, finding my still half-hard dick with his slick fingers, his belly now bathing my back. I felt like my body belonged to him, his long hands holding me. As he shampooed my hair, standing behind me, I could feel his big cock knocking against my back; sometimes he would push it against me. I began to ache for him; the sensation of cumming inside his mouth left me with the sole desire to please him, to get him off, to give him whatever he wanted.

We toweled ourselves dry, and headed toward the big bed. He had already turned down the sheets. The bed was fresh and cool, inviting me to crawl inside, satisfied, nude and relaxed. I closed my eyes and almost drifted off, but then a few moments later I felt him as he came to bed next to me. He settled himself and then reached out a hand to touch me, tentatively. He must have wondered if I'd fallen asleep, and I wondered later would he have awakened me with his lust, or would he have just let me sleep. But I wasn't asleep, and I wasn't done. There was no doubt, I'm sure he could feel my heart pounding. Without words I answered him by arching my back to him. We were both entirely nude; his long cock was stiff against me. His body melded with mine, his erection pushed against my back, persistent, harder, as I opened myself to him he pushed his hard cock into the cleft of my ass. I knew he wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him to fuck me, and I knew it was about to happen.

My body was both relaxed from my intense orgasm in the shower, and also still full of desire. My mind was nervous. My experience with guys up till then had been spontaneous on-the-spot hook-ups, in cars, wherever and however it worked out, I had not yet had a cock in my ass. At that moment in my life, other than some finger action during blowjobs, my little asshole was virgin. That was about to change, big time. And damn, what a cock to bust my cherry on. He was beautifully hung, long and thick with a big mushroom glans on top, smooth skin that still showed his circumcision scar, heavy veins pulsing on the shaft.

He pulled the sheets off me, his voice low, "I want to look at you, face to face." I was lying on my side. To turn me, he reached his leg across my hips and pulled me over onto my back, shifting on top of me. His big dick was unbelievably hard but also pliant and alive, the best tool I could imagine him to use upon me. He rubbed it against my cock which was growing thicker too. I opened my thighs, pulling my knees up high and displaying my asshole to him, even though I was downright frightened. His cockhead seemed to slip below my ballsac and lift it. I put my hands on either side of his chest and welcomed him as he leaned down and kissed my lips firm, his tongue flickering into my own lips, persistent and hungry.

He slid his face alongside mine, putting his lips close to my ear. "You know I'm about to fuck you ... tell me, do you want it?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his breath hot in my ear, and I felt him and saw from the corner of my eye he was reaching toward the nightstand, opening the drawer to pull something out, lubricant, I assumed thankfully, one of the questions in my nervous mind now answered, with relief.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me," I told him, "but I have to let you know, you're the first in my ass."

As I told him this, he was already raising up onto his haunches on the bed, his thighs beneath mine, lifting and holding my knees up and my legs spread. He smiled broadly, surprised I guess, but otherwise he didn't miss a beat, the bottle of personal lubricant now in his hand and visible to me. He popped the bottle open with his thumb and positioned it over his cock.

"Seriously?" he asked me. I'll never forget the lust in his eyes as he spread the slick lube with his hand, sliding it across his big head and along his length. His dick was a monolith, some kind of god to be worshiped and only my body could begin to pay homage. His cock was big, it was hot, it was smooth, and it glistened in the light. I knew the time had come to open my asshole to him.

I wanted his cock, not so much with my nervous mind, but with my body. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to fuck me like a slut ... but his size scared me, his dick was so big compared to my tight little asshole. I reached up and took the bottle of slick oil from him. I squeezed it over my own balls so that it ran down into my crack and across my puckered little asshole. With his hand he slid his cock head over my anus, up and down the now slick cleft of my ass, spreading rivulets of slick lubricant all over us where we were coming together there. When we were as slick and hot as I imagined we could be, I pulled his big dick with my fingers, positioned the head at the pucker of my tight little asshole.

I had been holding my head up to watch his cock, but now it had dropped out of my sight as he angled his body to fuck me. So I relaxed my neck, laying my head back on the bed as I felt him, hot and urgent on my asshole. He continued to look into my eyes, watching my face. His eyes watched me as his body positioned itself, positioned his long slick dick to fuck me, his eyes looking through me as he readied himself to fuck me deep with just a flexion of the muscles in his strong back, thighs, hips.

The first thing I felt inside me was the heat of his cockhead as it opened my little asshole. He leaned into me from his knees. He seemed giant, impossible. I opened my eyes wide as his big glans spread my tight hole open, splitting me with himself. I began to moan out loud, crying out as he slipped his big cock past my sphincter and held it there. Instinctively, I reached down to touch him, to push him away; there my fingers found his size and length. I realized he was barely inside me, his stiffness was there in my fingers, only the tip of him was inside me, the bulk and the length was yet to penetrate me. This was the first moment that I had doubted it was possible, to take his cock, to accept it. I believed at that moment that a thrust of his hips would kill me.

And so the panic visited me. I twisted, trying to escape, but he was positioned and prepared for it. He sucked his mouth onto my lower lip in an aggressive kiss. I was grimaced in pain, but he held me firm, still, until my mouth, my breathing, relaxed to his presence inside me ... and then he kissed me deep, his tongue on mine, inside my mouth.

As my fear subsided I began to know that he understood me, that he was both taking me and giving to me, and then my own body began to respond. I shifted again, but not to escape, to relax. It hurt, his cock was enormous and my asshole had never even imagined such a giant penetration, but I willed myself to breathe and to accept him, to belong to him. It became not my fight but my reconciliation; not my resistance but my participation.

I pulled my knees up as high as I could, and turned a bit to one side for comfort. I shifted my hips as he pushed his ... my god, his big hot wet cock slid inside my tight little asshole, opening me like I would not have imagined, and suddenly he was entirely inside me.

There was a bit of shock, my eyes widened I'm sure, with surprise that his big beautiful dick was inside me, fucking me, that it hadn't killed me. It was relief not pain, it was joy that I had survived his penetration of me and now his cock and I were one ... instinctively I squeezed my ass muscles, he moaned and I recognized his sound as the same as I make when I'm about to cum hard.

He began fucking me with his big cock, as I laid their moving on it, my body twisting a little, my movements I realized were choreographed in my instinct to invite his penetration. I began to fuck him too, angling myself toward his thrusts, shifting my asshole and rectum upon his long cock to permit his access, taking him deeper inside myself. My own cock had become flaccid, but as he fucked me I felt an incredible delight, and I began to cum. My semen dribbled out of my half-hard cock onto my belly as he continued fucking me, and I breathed the words, telling him, "Oh god, David, I'm cumming again, don't stop fucking me ...” My pleasure seemed to affect his, and suddenly he quickened on me, sliding his long cock deep inside me until his balls pressed into the crack of my ass. He smiled into my eyes, seeing my own cum on my belly, and he dropped himself down onto me, sliding and spreading my cum between us.

I knew he was cumming too; I could feel him throb at my asshole, but unfortunately I didn't feel his hot cum inside; just the thick pulsing of his cock swelling inside me. He thrust into me so god dammed hard, deliciously, relentlessly into my asshole. It was only when it began to leak out of me that I sensed his cum, hot and wet and slick dripping down out of me, onto dripping onto his balls as he held himself inside me, still deep, his body breathless and collapsed atop me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling at his tight little ass with my heels, squeezing my asshole on his softening cock. He gasped, rush of air sucking into his mouth at my ear, and his body thrust at me again. He rose up now, onto his arms as he pushed himself inside me. He met my eyes and immediately took my lips on his mouth, kissing me deep.

He pulled out suddenly and I felt an instant of disappointment, but then he rolled me over and while his cock was still stiff enough he slipped it back inside me from behind and held me there, his mouth on my neck and his body spooned against mine. We began to drift off there together, he didn't pull his dick out of me exactly, it mostly just softened and slid out eventually.

"I like fucking your tight little asshole, my sweet little bitch."

Without even a moment of thought, while the wet tip of his cock still kissed at my asshole, I answered him, "MMM ... I belong to you, David, I belong on your cock."

"That's good," he said, whispering hotly in my ear, "that's good." I smiled as I felt his cock beginning to grow longer again.