I Woke up to Disheveled Straight Boy, Monday Morning
I woke to a bog over, it is true. Mouth like a cockies, as they say. I’d been awake a few hours before that too. Daniel had friends over at what sounded like closing time at the pubs. They were laughing and giggling, there sounded like there was a pack of them. Ah Daniel home with his boyfriends. I rolled over and took the half smoked joint from the ash tray. I lit, drawing heavily. Ah those first intoxicating aromas.
My room being closest to the lounge got all the noise. It hardly seemed fair, as invariably it was the occupants of the front room, who could have been in the front room disturbing nobody.
Although, it had allowed for a good number of perves in its time, so I was never wanting to move rooms.
They were giggling and laughing and seemingly horsing about. Conclusion four, maybe five, obnoxious mouth breathers, Daniel’s straight mates? What a disappointing lot, I thought. I got my gear from the desk and sat back and rolled another joint.
“Oh! Shit! On goes the music.” I laughed I sounded like mum.
I smoke the second joint.Carl, Daniel’s buddy had thrown up on himself. I find him lerking around the bathroom looking for who knows what, when I go to fill my glass with water.
“You okay, Buddy?” What I see is this buff, brown skinned man in his blue jocks. I knew it was Carl, I’d whacked off over Carl a number of times.
“I had to take my clothes off ‘cos I chucked,” he slurred almost unintelligibly. “Daniel said something about there being a change of clothes back here.
He was stonkered. “I’ll find you a change of clothes, Carl.” My cock hardened up in the front of my jocks, I could feel it expand and then expand again. Where are my rohypnol, you know, just in case.
“Oh, you sure? If it’s no problem.”
“Oh no.” I took him by his muscular upper arm, my cock moved again. Come here said the spider to the fly. No problem at all. He could barely navigate a doorway, that was where he was at.
Carl knelt up on the bed.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He stood in front of me with his thumb hooked over the elastic in his jocks, pulling them down to expose the top of his pubes.
If I was to be shamefully truthful, he was seconds off passing out altogherth, I could see that.
If I squeezed his cock, it would wake him up. I was just so stoned enough that my first four, maybe five, levels of inhibitions has just dissolved with the feeling of the marijuana flooding my cells, that it was a think it do it situation no filter.
I moved his hooked thumb away. I slid my other hand down his trunks to make a no holds barred sexual move upon his person.
I had just taken a nice handful of his meat and two vege, I could feel them individually in my hand, warm and soft like chamois leather, when he pulled my hand out of his underwear again.
“Hey… man. Josh. Are you… what? gay? or something?”
“Ah? What?”
“It’s okay… I didn’t mean to alrm ya. I'm shitfaced.”
I pulled away.
He pulled his trunks out by the elastic.
“Daniel never tell you I was gay?”
He pushed my and down his undies again. My hand cupped his balls and fast expanding cock.
He looked at me with raging lust in his eyes. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Carl turned on, I thought. That’s hot! Every gay boy’s fantasy, lets face it, to see the horniness in a straight boy.
He pushed my head up and his kissed me passionately, as good as any gay guy, in intensity and desire. “I didn’t know.” He kissed me again, really tenderly. I kissed him back. He had great big soft lips. He exhaled his want, warm breath from his nostrils onto me. His cock was hard in my hand. We kept kissing. I pulled his hard cock. Up and down. He had a nice cock. I was squeezing Carl's cock.
“Gay guys give great head, I hear,” he spluttered. He kind of gulped for breath in between each word. There was that smile again. The smile I’d know for how many years? He went to uni with Daniel. How long was that. But not for me, before. It was kind of weird, in a sense. It was like snogging your male cousin suddenly, or something. I’d never seen Carl looking at me like that before, it was hot.
He pushed my head down, not unwillingly, onto his enormous hard cock. He gasped when I sucked his entire cock into my mouth to begin. I was off my face, my gag relax was completely shut down. He fucked that enormous fat cock unashamedly down my throat.
I ended up laying on my back, with him mouthing me from above, with me swallowing his burning cock, no restrictions and he pumped wad loads of cum down the back of my throat. Eventually, I had to leap up and spit as I was in real danger of drowning. Just as I spoofed all over his chest, I pulled him on to me tight, rubbing my spoof all over him. I wanted him to go back to his straight buddies stinking of cum, so none of them were under any illusion as to what Brother Carl had been up to. It’s good for them, teaches them to be less scared and that can only be a good thing. Gay boys and straight boys should have sex, I’m all for it.
At the very least, I wanted Daniel to know that I had cum all over his friend. The first one of Daniel’s straight horny buddies that I have ever got off with.
I liked it that Carl stayed and smooched. We kissed and cuddled. I rolled two joints. I made him smoke them both. He was very into me licking him, he tasted good. I licked his balls and cock again, as he lay languidly on my bed as it got later in the morning.
Ten am he said he should probably go. “I don’t really care, but, you know… if I can get out unscathed.”
I pinned him to the bed again. Pulled his jocks down again. I sucked his cock and blew him… again, just before… I sent him out into the house, just as I heard a few voices. He’d be straight up just blown staring at his buddies, his head spinning no doubt. There’d be no doubt. He had just-fucked written all over him.
The first ever of Daniel’s straight buddies, who comes with a long-term girlfriend, that I’d fooled around with, regardless of that fact. I know his girlfriend, she knows me. I am a complete cad.
Carl looked hot standing in his jocks, putting on my tracky pants. He smiled. He pilled on my old VB windcheater, that amused me more than any thing. He was ready to head out to the straight guys. Who knows where his clothes are? He looked a wreck.
I lay back in bed and start stroking my cock, it felt good. My cock was hard.
My room being closest to the lounge got all the noise. It hardly seemed fair, as invariably it was the occupants of the front room, who could have been in the front room disturbing nobody.
Although, it had allowed for a good number of perves in its time, so I was never wanting to move rooms.
They were giggling and laughing and seemingly horsing about. Conclusion four, maybe five, obnoxious mouth breathers, Daniel’s straight mates? What a disappointing lot, I thought. I got my gear from the desk and sat back and rolled another joint.
“Oh! Shit! On goes the music.” I laughed I sounded like mum.
I smoke the second joint.Carl, Daniel’s buddy had thrown up on himself. I find him lerking around the bathroom looking for who knows what, when I go to fill my glass with water.
“You okay, Buddy?” What I see is this buff, brown skinned man in his blue jocks. I knew it was Carl, I’d whacked off over Carl a number of times.
“I had to take my clothes off ‘cos I chucked,” he slurred almost unintelligibly. “Daniel said something about there being a change of clothes back here.
He was stonkered. “I’ll find you a change of clothes, Carl.” My cock hardened up in the front of my jocks, I could feel it expand and then expand again. Where are my rohypnol, you know, just in case.
“Oh, you sure? If it’s no problem.”
“Oh no.” I took him by his muscular upper arm, my cock moved again. Come here said the spider to the fly. No problem at all. He could barely navigate a doorway, that was where he was at.
Carl knelt up on the bed.
“What do you want?” I asked.
He stood in front of me with his thumb hooked over the elastic in his jocks, pulling them down to expose the top of his pubes.
If I was to be shamefully truthful, he was seconds off passing out altogherth, I could see that.
If I squeezed his cock, it would wake him up. I was just so stoned enough that my first four, maybe five, levels of inhibitions has just dissolved with the feeling of the marijuana flooding my cells, that it was a think it do it situation no filter.
I moved his hooked thumb away. I slid my other hand down his trunks to make a no holds barred sexual move upon his person.
I had just taken a nice handful of his meat and two vege, I could feel them individually in my hand, warm and soft like chamois leather, when he pulled my hand out of his underwear again.
“Hey… man. Josh. Are you… what? gay? or something?”
“Ah? What?”
“It’s okay… I didn’t mean to alrm ya. I'm shitfaced.”
I pulled away.
He pulled his trunks out by the elastic.
“Daniel never tell you I was gay?”
He pushed my and down his undies again. My hand cupped his balls and fast expanding cock.
He looked at me with raging lust in his eyes. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Carl turned on, I thought. That’s hot! Every gay boy’s fantasy, lets face it, to see the horniness in a straight boy.
He pushed my head up and his kissed me passionately, as good as any gay guy, in intensity and desire. “I didn’t know.” He kissed me again, really tenderly. I kissed him back. He had great big soft lips. He exhaled his want, warm breath from his nostrils onto me. His cock was hard in my hand. We kept kissing. I pulled his hard cock. Up and down. He had a nice cock. I was squeezing Carl's cock.
“Gay guys give great head, I hear,” he spluttered. He kind of gulped for breath in between each word. There was that smile again. The smile I’d know for how many years? He went to uni with Daniel. How long was that. But not for me, before. It was kind of weird, in a sense. It was like snogging your male cousin suddenly, or something. I’d never seen Carl looking at me like that before, it was hot.
He pushed my head down, not unwillingly, onto his enormous hard cock. He gasped when I sucked his entire cock into my mouth to begin. I was off my face, my gag relax was completely shut down. He fucked that enormous fat cock unashamedly down my throat.
I ended up laying on my back, with him mouthing me from above, with me swallowing his burning cock, no restrictions and he pumped wad loads of cum down the back of my throat. Eventually, I had to leap up and spit as I was in real danger of drowning. Just as I spoofed all over his chest, I pulled him on to me tight, rubbing my spoof all over him. I wanted him to go back to his straight buddies stinking of cum, so none of them were under any illusion as to what Brother Carl had been up to. It’s good for them, teaches them to be less scared and that can only be a good thing. Gay boys and straight boys should have sex, I’m all for it.
At the very least, I wanted Daniel to know that I had cum all over his friend. The first one of Daniel’s straight horny buddies that I have ever got off with.
I liked it that Carl stayed and smooched. We kissed and cuddled. I rolled two joints. I made him smoke them both. He was very into me licking him, he tasted good. I licked his balls and cock again, as he lay languidly on my bed as it got later in the morning.
Ten am he said he should probably go. “I don’t really care, but, you know… if I can get out unscathed.”
I pinned him to the bed again. Pulled his jocks down again. I sucked his cock and blew him… again, just before… I sent him out into the house, just as I heard a few voices. He’d be straight up just blown staring at his buddies, his head spinning no doubt. There’d be no doubt. He had just-fucked written all over him.
The first ever of Daniel’s straight buddies, who comes with a long-term girlfriend, that I’d fooled around with, regardless of that fact. I know his girlfriend, she knows me. I am a complete cad.
Carl looked hot standing in his jocks, putting on my tracky pants. He smiled. He pilled on my old VB windcheater, that amused me more than any thing. He was ready to head out to the straight guys. Who knows where his clothes are? He looked a wreck.
I lay back in bed and start stroking my cock, it felt good. My cock was hard.
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