"Hey, sexy," I told while laying against the bar.

The blond hottie moved her drink close to her friend who grabbed it and both went away. "Out of your league," she said without even looking at me.

"Bitch, you're not half as hot as you believe. You butt is starting to sag."

The harpy gave me the middle finger while walking off. Chicks were fucking impossible that night and after the coach benched me for the rest of the season, I was in a rush to find someone to help me blow off some steam, if you know what I mean. Yeah, that I need a bitch to bust a nut.

I went with my bros. They had ordered the next round while I was doing my move. So, at least, I had a fresh beer waiting for me.

"Well bro, you have flied to close to the sun and burn."

"Fuck you, Lucas," I said and took half of the beer in just one take.

"Easy bro, he was just kidding," Carlos said.

"I know, I know, but why the hell are chicks so impossible these days?"

They shared a knowing glance that I fucking hated. "Well Dereck, your moves aren't precisely subtle," Carlos said.

"Subtle?"

"Girls know that you want to bang them from a km away." Carlos took another beer from the table. We usually order double rounds to not lose time.

"Yeah, and what? We're in college, ain't all horny and hormonal?"

"But bro, girls like something more than just, you know." Lucas made the universal sign of fucking, a hole with the fingers of a hand introducing one finger from the other.

"So, I should make like I'm not interest in bang them, like saying that they are not that hot? Or that they're not sexy enough? Or what?"

"It's not that. You must show interest, but you have to be interested in more than just sex. You know treat them like you're interested in they and not only their body."

I signed. "I don't fucking get it. This start to sound like that physics class I enter by mistake."

"Dudes are simpler," Lucas said,

Bringing his bro's looks directed to him. "What? My brother is gay and you'd be stunned by how easy is score for them. Gay dudes are like "Hey, you want to bang?" and "Yes, bro, just do it."

"That's true bro," Carlos said. "The guy next to my room is gay and he's brought more dudes this week than I've brought girls this semester."

"Why are we talking about fags?"

"Take it easy, bro," Lucas said giving me a deathly look.

"Sorry, bro," I said, realizing that my choice of words hadn't been trash. "I respect gay folks, but I don't care how easy it is for gay dudes to score. I want to score a hottie bitch, and I don't fucking know how."

"Easy, be like that dude," Carlos said, making a gesture with his hand, pointing to a short guy in the bar that was talking with the blonde hottie that I'd tried to score with.

The chick laughed while playing with his long hair. Her eyes fully concentrated on the guy in front.

"I don't fucking get it, why girls like that? He's a runt, I'm sure he can't lift not even 25kg."

Short and lean. If he hit the gym was for cardio and shit, and don't make me tall of his height. He was a head shorter than me, I don't know, maybe 175 cm. However, the bitch answered to him like he was the sexiest person on the world while treated me like I was disgusting.

"Yeah, but look at his face," Lucas said.

I fixed my eyes, trying to make out his face. Dude had bronzed skin and light blonde curls, yeah, weird combo. Our eyes meet, his were green... aggressively green. So, fucking green that they didn't look real. They look like some fantasy bullshit, like he was a werewolf or an elf with glowing eyes.

The girl grabbed the guy's right arm, rolled his zip-up hoodie and wrote her fucking number in the guy's skin, all without stop undressing him with her glance.

"Another round," I declared. "Better two."

A few more beers later...

I think two, maybe four, but definitely less than eight. I had to piss urgently. I rushed to the bathroom, the door was open, so I figured it was empty. Wrong.

The blond bastard looked at me with his big eyes. I half freeze and he made a gesture letting me in. "I'm just washing my hands," he said.

I calculated for a sec if I was good with the proposal; my head said not, my bladder said yes. I entered and put down my pants and freed myself. I needed that piss so much after my ten beers.

The blond guy closed the door and turned on the water. He was just right to me, uncomfortable close. We weren't precisely in the biggest room that I had seen in my life.

The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up, showing the fucking number of the chick on his forearm like some kind of price. Hard to say, but his arms were more defined than I thought at first. Not in the lifting way mine are after hours of gym, more like lucky bastard who wins the genetic lottery, getting a face and a body that the rest had to work for years to just approach. Fucking unfair.

He started to clean the number up like he didn't care.

"What the fuck are you doing, bro? Are you fucking nuts?" I snapped. He looked at me raising a brown. "Seriously? A hottie gives you her fucking number and you're a just throwing it away."

"I could have save it in my phone," he said like that was the obvious answer and I were dumb to not just think about it. "Although not. I'm just not interested in what she was proposing tonight."

Then he gave it a long glance to my dick. I assure you he fucking did. He looked at it straight from the root to the tip. Too long and too obvious to be just accidental.

"No homo," I said jumping back, making my last drops of piss falling to the floor. He laughed, making me feel very dumb. I had retreated as far as him as possible like he had put a knife against my stomach. "Sorry dude, I didn't want to make it sound like that, not a problem with gay folks. The little brother of my friend is gay."

"No problem," he said, trying to erase the number from his arm. I stayed frozen, not sure what to say or what to do. Probably, pull up my pants, but that idea didn't cross my mind. The thing that crossed my mind was my most recent conversation about gay dudes.

"Can I ask you something?" He nodded looking at me thought the mirror in front of him. "It's true that gay dudes get it easy to fuck?" Those twelve beers had been too much.

"Get it easy?" He repeated the answer in a way that don't make it sound weird, even though I was fucking weird that I just asked that to a random in a bath. "Sure, I mean gay men are really open to just casual things. Probably more that straight women, but at the end of the day works similar. Hot people get it easy and those things. Some want a connection, others just raw. Well, except for blowjobs, you'd never believe how easy is to get a blowjob in the gay bar, parade, or whatever."

"Blowjobs?"

He grabbed a paper towel and looked at me. "Yeah, it's like supercasual. Not feelings, not chitchatting, just ask and you get. A lot of straight men take advantage of that."

"Yeah, sure, if you get a blowjob of another man, you're a fag, I mean gay."

He smiled, and shit, his smile was as perfect as the rest of him. Honestly? I was starting to be glad that he was gay. He was too hard as competition.

"You just had turned half of men in gay, you know?"

"Really?" I said not believing a word. I know some gay think that they're straight, but if you want to do thigs with a dude, you're gay.

He nodded. "Yeah, it's something that straight guy make all the time. It's not like a big deal. A blowjob is a blowjob how cares if are dudes' lips or girls'."

I gulp, noticing that all these conversations about blowjobs was starting to make dick grow. "Free blowjob."

"Just asking."

Dude, it was hot there. I mean the AC wasn't working. He kept looking at me, obviously not shifting his green eyes from my dick. I catch it, okay, not like I'm fucking blind. I had a good tool, and of course, he wanted to have a taste. Fucking gay boy.

And me? Well, let's be real, he had made a hell of a case, and my balls were starting to get blue, freeing some nut after my horrible week was almost a health problem to fix. Besides, I was drunk, wasn't it?

"No home," I mumbled, quiet enough he couldn't hear it. "Suck my dick," I said, plain and a little mad at myself.

He got to his knees in front of me so fast that almost felt like he was falling. He touched and I fled back, crashing against the wall. He looked up at me with his hungry green eyes, and I knew it for sure. This dude was a slut.

His hand was slightly wet and cold when he grabbed my dick. I wanted to flee back again but there wasn't more room to escape. His breath was warm, so did his lips when they brushed against my skin. It started to grow and then I what he had said. Maybe lips are lips, who cares to who they're attached.

Even though it was not fully hard, he sucked it in and started to work. Not teeth, just smooth lips and throat like an expert cooksuker. This was a problem, a serious one, because it was just starting and it felt better than any other blowjob in my life.

He shifted to adapt to my fully hard dick. Let's say, mine is like a missile, big and straight, and to suck it properly the line up has to be perfect. More chicks didn't get that, only sucking the tip without going deeper. He didn't have that problem. Yes, he worked on the tip really well, even playing with my pisshole like I love, but before that he just moved down not caring for the size.

"Fuck," I growled. He had starting to massage my nuts while still sucking.

Were all gay dudes as good as the blond dude in front of me? Is it like a genetic thing? You know, you have the gay gene that made you want to suck dicks and being good at it at the same time, or like they know what men like because they're men?

I looked down, he was getting closer to the root, sucking 20 cm large of a fat dick. Okay, maybe 19 cm depending on how you measure. Even though no other girl had been able before. I jumped before the unexpected feeling.

One of his fingers had poked against my ass. I was about to say something, I didn't fucking want one of his fingers or really anything, close to that part. However, I didn't have the chance, his nose bumped into my hairy pelvis, the muscles of his neck slightly swallowed. He looked up at my eyes and moaned.

I don't know if you have been so lucky to get one of these before. My freshman girlfriend made me that once, not the fully dick inside, of course. But the vibrations of the moaning with the dick buried in a throat is mind-blowing. If you had tried one of these vibrators-stroker-pocket pussy or whatever its name is, it's similar but less wet and hot, so worse.

He poked with his finger again. It was weird, that zone it's just an exit and I wanted to remain in that way. However, it didn't feel bad at all. A second finger entered the game and they pressed. I maybe lost a little bit, because I liked it. Sure, just the alcohol or that he was doing such a good work on my dick that the sensation was overridden the rest of them. He pressed more and more.

"Wait," I tried to say, but, in some way, he had ed my natural defense and popped inside with his two fingers. Just a little bit, not enough to worry, isn't it? Even though, I got breathless for a sec, unable to move or talk. He kept pressing something more and then a third of the fingers went inside. It was time to make him stop.

He moved his head back and then down my dick again. Increasing the peace to the point that he was deep throating himself with my dick. It was something like a porn movie. But in porn it was always the guy who grabbed the chick head and starts to fuck his throat as if pussy. In this case was the blond dude who was using a peace and a ferocity that looked like my dick was fucking his throat, hitting something in his back with each .

My body tensed all at once. The pleasure coming from two fronts was new and fucking overwhelming. It was coming and it was intense. He buried his face and started to press with his fingers in a place inside that made me feel like one hundred volts running through my body.

I erupted, and yeah, that's the best way I can describe it, like a volcan eruption coming from my balls directly to his belly. I didn't move, just let each of my shots hit straight back his belly and he just took it all.

I took a deep breath. Sweat was running down my body after the effort. It had been the fucking best blowjob of my life, so intense and pleasurable that the sensations were still moving inside. However, the after-nut clarity was coming, and each second a dude knelt in front of me with my dick buried in his throat, and his fingers inside mine ass, felt more and more gay.

But what to say in these cases? Should I do something? Push him away? Thank him for a hell of a blowjob? I didn't fucking know.

He slowly retreated, licking his lips in the very same moment my dick falls out. He looked up, his eyes straight to mine. It was fucking intense. Next thing I knew, he was up, pulling me in by my head, and kissing me. What I don't know is how the bastard got it.

My head inclined downward giving access to his lips. When did that happen? His tongue making room inside my mouth wrestling against mine. How did he do it? I was getting breathless and tired, my lips in pain because of the possessiveness of his lips. Why the fuck didn't I push him aside?

His hand started to brush, grab, even punch against my torso. He liked what he had in front because he didn't stop for a while. Then he grabbed my tank top and tried to raise it. I unfroze for first time, and I tried to stop him. I noticed under the kiss, the corner of his lips going upraise. The bastard was grinning.

Our lips separated and I tried to blur something. No coherent sentences come to mind. He kissed again, more aggressively than before. His tongue pinned mine and he restarted his assault to my torse. I kept fighting to keep my top where it was, but I wasn't a fair match and not in the unfair way that it should have been.

Okay, he's fucking strong, more than his look show at first. But I'm a head taller, rugby player, and I lift four times a week. The winning card was on me. However, he got it, he fucking got it. My tank top all folded around my neck.

His hands against my naked skin, pushing, brushing, even caressing. He liked what I have, and the fucking worst part is that I get it. I had given this gay dude a taste and now he wanted the full meal.

He let me breathe again, but not for long. He slipped his fingers inside my mouth, and for the strange new flavour, I had to guess that they were the fingers that had been in my... I don't wanna think it.

While he kept me quiet with his fingers playing in my mouth, he started to kiss down. First the neck, then the nipples. After that, he made trip back, but this time bitten my skin and sucking. It hurt, but not in a bad way. God that beer had making a trash with my brain.

Our eyes meet again. Closer than ever before, I could even notice that at the border of his green was a bluish tone that made his eyes even more beautiful. He took his fingers out, freeing my mouth, and like that, he helped me to raise my arms to shove my tank top. His right hand lay on my jaw, his thumb started to play with my lower lip.

"I'm not..." Before I could end the sentence, he shoved the tank top in my mount. Then he knelt again, clearly going to another taste of my dick.

The fist blowjob was excellent, and I could sign for another one. Okay, the fingers, the kiss, the way he got me undressed, all weird, all too homo. But nothing really gay had happening, it's not like I have fuck him or something.

His head was to the height of my dick, and it twitched waiting for a second ride the dude's throat. It was a traitor, being so excited and that, but okay, lips are lips. However, he didn't stop on my dick, he went more down.

He grabbed my ankles and made me take off my pants and underwear. He just took the bell for no reason at that moment.

He stood up, grabbing my arm, and making me take a step away from the wall. I looked at myself in the mirror, my body fully naked but my sneakers. I was fucking afraid, not of him, not even of the situation, afraid of myself to let him do it without questioning. He put the bell around my head to the height of my mouth. Then tightened, creating a home-made gap.

Why was I letting this happen? Why was my body reacting to all his moves? My dick, that fucking traitor, was fully hard again.

He licked my face starting with my jaw, slowly ing his tongue through my checks to my ear.

"You've been so fucked since my eyes laying on you in the bar."

Then he pushed me against the sink. I caught myself to the edge, looking at him thought the mirror. He pulled down his shorts.

Motherfucker. I don't even know how to describe that thing. It was far bigger than mine in each possible measure--longer, thicker, probably heavier too. I always thought that I was pretty hung, but that fucking thing was making me feel like less of a man.

I couldn't help but stare. Not only because of the size. The shape, the colour, the short golden body hair around it. That goddamn aura that surrounded this dude just extended to his lower half.

He gave me a cocky grin when he caught me staring like a fucking creep. Then he took a step closer, grabbing his weapon and aiming to my poor unprotected ass. I shut my eyes and clenched my jaw.

Nothing happened.

I opened my eyes.

He was standing close. His dick just a few centimetres behind my back entrance, which I was starting to question that it was only an exit.

"Good," he said. "You want to see this."

He grabbed a handful of my black hair and adjusted my head towards the mirror, making sure I got the best angle to see what was about to happen.

Then I felt the pressure.

Common sense was telling me that was no fucking way that damn thing was going to fit. For God's sake, two fucking fingers had struggled to enter. It's goddamn logic. You can't park a truck in a doghouse. It just doesn't fit.

But of course. Logic and physics just don't apply to this absolute bastard. Some god must've winked at him and given him a free for whatever he wanted.

The pressure increased, and I made a guttural yell under the gap. It popped inside, not just the head, or I hoped that wasn't only the head. My legs shook like jelly while adjusting to the burning sensation. I tried to shove my head down, but he didn't let me. He kept my head where it was, forcing me to see everything.

Sweat ran cold, while his monster dick was getting deeper. Some sight of doubt or intention to stop? Not.

I clamped the sink stronger, to the point I think I made mark with my nails on it. Suddenly his hips moved back, and for a short moment I thought that would make me feel better, but it didn't. Painful to go in, painful to go out. At least everything would once it was fully out.

But of course, it never got completely out. When just the narrowed point of his tip remained inside, he stopped, spitted on the rest of the shaft, and thrusted in. The motherfucker had just pushed half of his monster inside of my ass. In one movement, like it wasn't anything. My vision blurred while more sweat covered my body.

The pressure was so high with each thrust that he pushed my damn soul out of my body. For a few seconds, I saw the whole scene from above. The naked muscular jock impaled with that blonde cute guy that hide a monster inside.

Then his lips came back. They brushed against my neck, kissing my skin, putting all my body hair on stand. I didn't feel like they made me feel before. This time was different. It was like drinking a bottle of water after a wild training under the sun. I can't say that my ass stopped hurting, but for a moment they calmed enough to see straight again. Who the hell was this dude? And how was he doing me feel all these damn things? Was I losing my fucking ming?

He kept pressing and I tried to move. It was too much, no way that thing could fit me. He pushed my head against the mirror and kept pressing to make me stop fighting. My body tried to push back, just getting more pressure in my belly while his dick showed deeper and deeper.

Then something impossible happens. I felt his hips resting against my burning ass. His dick was splitting me in half. I started to get used to the sensations: the fullness, the burning, and the pressure of the pit of my stomach that made me believe that his dick had reached out there. Just a few more minutes and I might even hold myself again.

"Ahh-ahh-ahh," I yelled, being him the only one could have heard with the gag.

His hips were going back again, and then ahead. Not the full length just a few cm each time. All and every thrust I felt he was hitting something, although I drop biology or any science early on life--you know nerd things--I was fucking sure that nothing of that area should be hit.

However, the traitor did again. It was awakening to just made me look like a fucking fag in the worse possible moment. It twitched with each hit and became fatter.

His charges became longer, each one taking out and in some extra cm each time. To the point that, in just a few minutes, I was taking his full length once and again and again and again. The pain started to disappear, replaced with new sensations

I looked down to my dick. It had a red-purplish color that I hadn't seen before, and... it seems, bigger? It couldn't be, could it? I stared at it bouncing down and up with each of his thrusts.

The bastard pulled from my hair again to make me see his grin and pervert glance. The sack of my balls tightened, and I knew for sure that I was to release one of the bigger loads of my life, even though, I had just freed one some minutes before.

All my body shook, ready to burst, but he had other plans for me. His hand squeezed my balls while his middle finger pressed against the low part of my nutsack. My orgasm took control of my body, my muscles tensed and the heat moved free through my body; however, the full liberation never arrived. I didn't shoot any drop of jizz, even though my dick twitch and shook like crazy.

That was fucking trash in some many ways that I don't know for what to start. The halfway orgasm, the way he made magic buddy-things of my body to control it, how I was in more need to cum than before, all trash, all fucking trash.

"What a pig," the bastard said. "Cumming just all over the floor like an animal. I'm gonna have to teach you modals."

He grabbed me by both arms, and made me turn right, his dick still buried inside me. He made me stand over the toilet, my hands against the wall. And then he kept fucking me raw.

How twisted that one of my dreams was taking a girl how he was taking me--raw, unprotected, hardcore sex, making the bitch moan against a wall, destroying her pussy with my fat big dick.

This blond bastard was a beast, thirsty of me. I had given him a taste and then he wanted everything. Even though my ass had lessened from the start, it still felt super-tight.

Under my gag, I was moaning, I didn't fucking know that was possible. Growl? Yes, a lot of times, but moaning like a bitch never before.

He kept beating my ass for a long time, to the point that I started to think that this guy couldn't nut or something. Along the way, several times people knocked at the door. He just said 'occupied' with a nice and friendly tone.

"Time to show you how to do things right," he suddenly said when I was fully lost sense of time.

He grabbed my dick, taking the breath out of me just with the brush of his hand. Then started to jerk me off while fucking my ass harder. I got damn goosebumps all over my skin while my nipples got hard as steel.

My breath became irregular and I couldn't resist anymore. My dick eructed in his hand. My first shot went dry as if it was reloading after the last failed attempt. He aimed my dick and the next several shots where direct to the toilet while my dick got soft in his hand. My balls and soft dick kept twitching for a while even though were not jizz to shot.

"Good work. Time to end this."

He let my extra sensible dick free. Then he grabbed my hips, his fingers buried in my skin like a falcon catching its prey.

PLUM-PLUM-PLUM

Each charge was harder than the last. Or bodies bumped again and again like a fucking car accident. It hurt, yeah, but I didn't want to stop, not now.

PLUM-PLUM-PLUM

His dick started to swallow when was almost out, and for a sec, I thought he was to take it out to free his nut in my back or something. But, my fucking problem is thinking that I can't predict this bastard's behaviour. He thrusted fast, with his fatter and twitching dick drilling my ass.

His dick was so massive, and his load so fucking much, I swear that I felt each shot running down the shaft until explode in my hole. He didn't stop fucking while freeing his jizz. He moved while the second load was shot, then the third, the fourth, and so on, to the point I lost track of how much nut had ended in my ass.

Fill my ass with his disgusting white cream wasn't reason enough to stop. At least everything was looser and sloppier, easier to my ass to take. A pair of minutes more and he finally popped his dick out.

It didn't feel good. I was empty, or at least not as full as before. My ass didn't answer my commands and even though I was trying to close it, I felt the wetness and heat of his nut running down my groan. I turned back and collapsed onto the toilet. My legs were shaking worse than they did after one of coach's six-hour practices. When my buck pressed against it, a big part of the cream inside me fell into the water.

I make the fucking error to look myself through the mirror. What a fucking mess, sweaty and red, with several hickeys around my neck. Then I looked at him, still fresh. No fucking sweat, no fucking reddish tone in his checks, not even his fucking dick looked like had been beating raw my ass.

He pulled up his shorts, hiding that damn beast; ran a hand through his messy blonde curly hair; and rearranged a little bit his clothes. And like that he seemed as perfect as the moment I first saw him on the bar.

Our eyes met and he smiled while taking the gag out of my mouth. My jaw was tired and throat dry like a desert.

"I'm straight," I shout aggressively. "Don't look at me like that, fucking faggot."

He laughed at me, and I was feeling fucking ashamed for what was happening, the casual way he was taking everything, make me feel like a pathetic worm. He took a marker from his pocket and started to write down a telephone number on my reddish body.

My heart rate spiked like a fucking rocket.

"My room is just a block away," I said, with images of him breeding me over my bed again, and again, and again, until he fucking filled the huge emptiness that was feeling in my ass. I didn't want his fucking number to call him, and date him, or doing damn gay stuffs.

He smiled. "I only repeat if it's worthy. That's the number of the blonde girl of before. I memorize it," he said pointing to the number wrote down on my abs. "I'm sure a straight dude like you could make good use of it."

"But my room?"

He turned back to leave without answer. In the back of his hoodie the head of a man with a thick beard and an ancient warrior's helmet painted sideways, under that, wrote with modern calligraphy 'El Conquistador'.