My name is Leo. I guess you could say I am three-quarters gay, but I mostly think of myself as straight. I have a smart, beautiful girlfriend, although, now that I think about it, she was always kind of butch-looking. 

Marisa was an engineering student, ramrod straight, physically, I mean she physically stood like a ramrod. She had a smoking hot body when she was naked, with big tits, a skinny waist, and narrow hips. Of course, you would never know she was so sexual because she wears this sort of engineering uniform: blue chinos and a chambray shirt. All the time. 

The guys, I hesitate to call them my boyfriends, are well, all three of them are totally different and serve different sexual functions. Can I say that without totally dehumanizing them? Let me start by telling you about Noah. He’s the one who started all this. 

I met Noah at the college Jazz rehearsal. I played trumpet. Noah played trombone. I would tell you just how well he played the trombone, but that’s just too easy! So, Noah was kind of small and a little effeminate. As a straight guy, I mean, I noticed it, but what do I care if he cuts up and jokes around and stares at guys' crotches? 

The girls liked him. He was funny. I liked to be around him, so I was nice to him. I complimented his playing. I laughed at his jokes. 

Maybe he took that the wrong way because after rehearsal one afternoon, he invited me to skip the college cafeteria food (thank God) and go with him and two girls (one of the drummers and a clarinet player) to get dinner. After some great conversation and two of the best deep-dish pizzas this side of Knoxville, the ladies left us to go watch a volleyball game. 

After they left, it was just the two of us guys, alone, in the back corner of a college pizza joint. 

He leaned back in his chair and said, “I’m gay you know.”

“So, what do you want for that? A medal?” I said. 

“No. I just wanted to make sure you knew that,” he said.

“I think that’s pretty clear,” I allowed. 

He sat forward and looked right at me. 

“So, Leo,” he said, “I’m gay. You know I’m gay, but you’re still here with me--alone in the deep, dark, back corner of a little pizza joint.” 

I stared at him blankly.

He squinted at me.

“And you’re straight,” he said. “Or at least you think you’re straight.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“But you’d let me suck your dick,” said Noah. 

“What? Uh, no!” I said. “What part of ‘straight’ don’t you understand?”

“At least you think you’re straight,” he repeated. 

“Pretty sure about that,” I said. 

“Okay then,” he said. “No worries. Just making conversation. Do you want to come back to my apartment and practice your trumpet solo?”

I looked at him intently. His expression was blank. Noncommittal. Sincere. His offer seemed to be legit, and what trumpet player doesn’t like to practice his jazz solos, so I agreed. I agree to go back to his place and practice. He lived nearby, so we walked three blocks to his apartment. 

His place was in a nice, residential home with a large, white front porch. We walked across the porch, then around the side, then up the outside staircase to the platform at the top. From the top of the stairs, I looked around at the neighborhood. I thought about the cost of adding the stairs. 

I wondered how much the landlord made in a month, or if the house was owned by a little old lady who still lived in the basement. I noticed that something was up with me because as I stood on that landing with Noah the trombone player, my heart was pounding. I felt sweaty and worse than that, my dick was hard. My cock was so hard, I could feel my own pulse throbbing from base to tip.

Noah looked at my crotch, then he reached out and touched my throbbing dick through my jeans. 

“No, seriously,” he said. “I love to suck cock, and your cock wants to be sucked.” 

He squeezed my cock head through the fabric. 

I tried to pull away, but my back was up against the wooden railing. 

“Pretty sure I can take every inch of that down my throat,” he said, “and I love cum. You can cum in my mouth. You can cum and cum and cum. Would you like that?”

“But I’m not gay,” I said.

“Sweetie, it’s not really gay if I do all the work. Is it?”

“Pretty much,” I said. 

“Well, yeah,” admitted Noah with a little smirk. “Come on in, and we’ll get naked.” 

Should I go in? Would it mean I was gay? Was he really offering me just a blowjob, or was that code for hoping I would switch teams and start wearing women’s underwear? 

If I didn’t go in, would that mean I was homophobic? Or would stopping it right there mean I was just being honest and refusing to lead him on? Or, by stopping, would I be missing out on something that I had rarely, hardly ever, maybe once in a great while, imagined? 

My life had not been exactly full of beautiful women offering me cum-soaked blowjobs. I hesitated and I felt my hesitation. I thought it was significant. 

Noah led the way, and God help me, I followed him inside. 

We set our instruments by the door. 

Noah walked into the center of the neat, little, living room and said, “I’d offer you a beer, but I’m afraid you’ll bolt out the door while I’m in the kitchen.”

I stammered something stupid, then stood there mentally screaming, “Run you fool, run!” Honestly, though, I was practically a virgin. I had two girlfriends in high school. I made love to the first one just one time. The second girl, I made love to her--twice--then she left for university. 

I had never had anybody, ever, say that they wanted to suck my cock and eat my cum.  At that point, I had not yet met the sexy Marisa. The total number of blowjobs in my life was five. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t argue with the fact that my penis wanted to stay.

I heard myself say, “I’ll get the beers.”

Then I walked into the kitchen. I found the fridge, opened the door, found the beers, and pulled four of them out. I let the refrigerated air cool my chest. I rubbed the bottles on my flushed cheeks.  I took several deep breaths. I wanted my heart rate to slow back down out of the critical range, but it wouldn’t. 

When I walked back into the tiny living room, Noah was standing there buck-naked. He had a trim, athletic body, and his dick was really hard. His long, thin cock was throbbing so hard I could see his heart beating. 

Once again, part of my mind screamed to leave now before this got any more embarrassing. Another part of my mind said, “He’s gay. Totally gay. He probably really loves sucking cocks.” A wave of relief swept through my chest. Somehow, him being so blatantly gay made everything okay. I relaxed. My shoulders dropped. My smile came out. I even laughed a little. 

“Well,” I said, gesturing to his beautiful, long dick, “It looks like at least one of us is gay.”

He said, “At least one,” and winked.

He gestured for me to come closer. When I was standing right in front of him, closer to a naked man than I had ever stood before, he took the beers and set them aside. 

“Strip,” he said. “I’m going to move this coffee table so we have plenty of room.”

While he turned away to move the table, I hung my head in shame. “Am I really doing this?” I asked myself. “Freaking loser!” said part of my mind. Another part of my mind said, “It’s okay, man. This is college. Lots of guys, and girls, experiment in college and, after all, he is already gay. He’s probably sucked a lot of cocks.” A jolt of electricity shot through my dick. “Screw this!” said the main part of my mind. “I’m going in!”

I turned away and took off my clothes. 

When I turned back around, Noah was there, kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa. He had a washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other. He gestured with the towel for me to sit down on the sofa, but I wasn't ready to sit yet.

“I don’t have any roommates,” he said, “so we won’t be disturbed. The door’s locked, so nobody can stumble in on us. I don’t expect you to do anything to me, or for me. You certainly don’t have to suck me back. Just sit down here on the sofa, relax, and let me suck your dick. You can cum in my mouth as hard and as often as you want to.”

“Well,” I said, “aren’t you sweet.”

“Sweet and sassy,” he said, patting the sofa. 

I stepped in front of him. He stopped me before I could sit down. He used the warm, damp wash rag to wipe off my stomach, my cock, and my balls. Then he reached between my legs with the wash rag and wiped my butt cheeks and my asshole--which was just weird. This brought his mouth so close to my cock that I could feel his hot breath. He toweled me dry, then told me to sit down.

So, I sat down.

“Scoot your butt forward to the edge of the cushion,” he said. 

My face reddening, I did as he said. 

My dick was literally right in his face. I could feel his hot breath on my balls. 

“Nice cock,” he said.

He reached forward and took my shaft in his hand. A second later, his lips were pressed against the tip of my dick. I felt him gripping my dick with his lips and sliding his wet lips slowly and firmly down over my cock head. He stopped when his lips enveloped my glans. 

I gasped. What the heck was that? His mouth felt incredible.

He swirled his tongue around my throbbing glans. Around and around he went, making me dizzy. Then he stopped, made his tongue flat, and pressed it into the very tip of my cock. It felt awesome, but he wasn’t done. 

Noah let off the pressure but kept my cock in his mouth. He made his tongue into a point and found my pee hole. He literally did his best to stick his tongue inside of me. He tongued me. He licked the hole. He circled it. He pushed his tongue inside me. Not far. He couldn’t get it in very far, but no one had ever done that before.

I moaned. 

He moaned.

He pulled my dick out of his mouth, smiled, and said, “That’s where the cum comes out.” 

He popped my dick back into his mouth and licked my pee hole again, then pulled my dick out of his mouth with a smacking noise.

“Oh, yeah! Right there,” he said, gripping my dick. “I can taste your precum already, and I want the rest of it. I want your cum in my mouth, baby. Fill me up. Choke me with it. Pump it into me and make it drip out between my lips.”

He kissed the tip of my penis.

“But not yet!” he said. 

He wiggled his butt to get into the right position, then he leaned forward slowly. I knew immediately what he was doing. He was going to try to deep-throat my cock. Now, I’m not that big, but apparently too big for my two previous female partners to handle. I pulled back, afraid for him.

He reached forward and put one hand behind my back. 

“Uh-uh!” He said. “You stay right there. Don’t move!” he commanded. 

I froze. 

He stuck his tongue out and sucked me in. He went halfway down and his lips gripped my shaft. He moaned. He swallowed. Then leaned forward again. This time, he pushed my cock against the back of his mouth. I felt him swallow. His throat closed around my cock head. Lips still locked on my shaft, I felt him stick his tongue out again and open his throat. 

He leaned forward and my dick went all the way down. His lips were on the base of my dick and his tongue was on my balls. He held my cock there with his lips.

I groaned and said, “My God! What are you doing to me?”

He hummed and I could literally feel the vibrations on my dick. 

I thrust into his throat. I couldn’t help it. I thrashed my head back and forth. I couldn’t stop it. I bit my lip. I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers in his beautiful hair. I started thrusting into his throat. The orgasm was coming. 

He pulled back. 

I groaned in frustration. 

He sucked the tip of my dick between his lips. He let me mouth fuck him. My dick pumping in and out between his lips, across his tongue. Pumping harder, I felt my balls contracting. I felt my dick hardening. My legs stiffened. My hands gripped his hair, pushing and pulling his head as I fucked his mouth. I pumped my hips faster. He said I could cum. He said he wanted it. He said to fill his mouth with cum. I was almost there. I cried out.

“I’m cumming, you dirty cock slut!” I yelled. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” 

I came in a huge rush. 

He kept sucking and sucking. He grunted and nodded. He sucked harder. 

I kept cumming and cumming. Squirt after squirt. I felt my cum fill his mouth. I felt it spill out and run down my cock. I felt him swirling it around inside his mouth. 

He gasped for air. 

I tried to slow down, to stop, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I trembled. My legs shook. I rocked my head back and forth as I pushed a final squirt of hot cum into his willing mouth. 

He opened his mouth, and pulled out a little bit, just to laugh. 

“Wow!” he said, cum dripping out of his mouth and all over my cock head, and shaft. “That’s a lot of cum!”

I wanted to tease him and say he begged me to do it, but I could not talk. I could barely breathe. I pushed my dick back into his mouth, and he sucked me some more, causing me to jerk away.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll stop,” but he didn’t really stop. 

At last, Noah with his hot little body and hard, throbbing cock, took my dick out of his mouth. But he immediately replaced his hot tongue with one wet, searching thumb. He held my cock in his hand and placed his cum-covered thumb on my pee hole. While he held steady pressure, I couldn’t help but keep thrusting against him, thrusting, spasming, and pulling away. 

I felt him use his lips on my pubic bone. He loudly slurped up all the cum from around the base of my dick. I pushed my dick head into his thumb again and again. He slurped up all my cum and dripped it on my balls. He rubbed it in with his lips and his other hand. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“Nothing, nothing much," he said, slurping my cum into his mouth again.

Using his elbows, he pushed my legs up and back. I felt cold air on my asshole. He was looking right at my asshole and I didn’t even care. Then, I felt him snuggle his face between my ass cheeks. At first, I had no idea what he was doing. It didn’t compute. Then I felt him drip my cum onto my asshole. 

At first, it was a trickle of cum, then more. For the first time ever, I felt my own cum on my own asshole. It was crazy, dirty, and nasty. I almost wanted him to stop. Then he pressed his cum coated tongue right onto my asshole, He let the rest of my cum slide out of his mouth and all over my now throbbing hole. 

He moaned. He licked my cum-covered ass. He licked that cum off my asshole and spit it back out again. He slurped it up and dripped it right back onto me. Then he kissed my asshole and pushed his tongue inside. 

“Stop!” I said, bucking and squirming.

“Stop what?” he asked, rubbing my pee hole with his thumb.

“Just stop,” I insisted. 

“Stop this?” he asked again, rubbing cum into my pee hole. “Or, stop this?” he said, sticking his tongue in my ass again.

I pulled him up and away from my throbbing cock and ass. 

“Okay,” he said. “Okay. No problem.” 

Then he crawled forward onto my lap. He kissed me on the lips. I pulled away. I didn’t want him to do that. Then, with his legs spread out over my thighs, he set his asshole down on my wet throbbing dick. 

“Oh!” I said, my dick sparking with electricity. “God!” I whispered. 

I found myself reaching for him. Suddenly, I wanted his cum-covered lips on mine. I kissed him. I kissed him squarely on his cummy lips: the same lips that had just been wrapped around my dick. The same lips that had just been sucking on my cum-covered balls. The same lips that had kissed my cum covered ass hole. He gave me his tongue, and I sucked it into my mouth. 

He French kissed me for a long time, his tongue in my mouth, his asshole grinding my wet cock head. He kissed me and rubbed his cummy cheeks all over my face. At last, he came up for air.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked.

Gasping for breath, unable to speak, I shook my head. 

He gave me a peck on the lips and said, “My turn."

I didn’t know what he meant. He said I didn't have to blow him, and I could not imagine giving him a blowjob. I had no idea where to start. I had never imagined such a thing before. 

He furrowed his brow, apparently reading my mind. He touched a cummy finger to my lips.

“Not that, silly!” he said. “This!”

Noah leaned back and rested his asshole firmly against my cock. He reached down with his cum covered right hand and grasped his own dick.

“You just sit there,” he said. “I’m going to do all the work.”

I was afraid he wanted me to fuck his ass. I would have. Right then, I would have shoved my dick anywhere he wanted me to, but that’s not what he wanted. Noah ground his asshole into my cock head and stroked his own dick. Because of all the licking and stroking, my cock never really got soft. It was still hard and sensitive. 

“Yes,” he moaned. “I like that. Your dick is still hard. So hard for me.” 

He rubbed his asshole up and down my shaft. Up and down. I felt my dick bumping against his hole. It almost went inside, then his ass rubbed down my shaft. Then his puckered, cum coated ass was back on my cock head. 

He stroked his cock with his right hand. He rubbed his fingers all over his cock head, then put them into his own mouth. 

“Oh, baby, that’s my pre-cum mixed with your cum,” he said. “It tastes so good!” 

He reached back behind him and stroked my balls. He stuck his own fingers up his ass. He rubbed his wet, puckered asshole up and down my cock. I felt his hole pulsing against my dick.

“I’m going to cum!” he announced. 

“So am I!” I said.

Then we came together.

Him frotting my dick with his asshole. Me thrusting my dick against him. My cum squirted out, covering his ass, his balls, and my stomach. His jizz flew out of his hard dick in huge squirts of hot cum. He came all over my chest, all over my chin, my cheeks, and into my mouth. Then he was there, stroking his dick, kissing me, sucking his cum off my face, pushing it into my mouth. 

He slid back slightly, and I felt him grip both of our dicks in his right hand. He reached behind himself with his left hand and shoved his cum-covered fingers in his ass, then he pulled his fingers out of his ass and shoved them into my mouth. 

I didn’t care. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to taste his ass. I wanted it all. Everything. Cock. Ass. Cum. Rubbing. Dicks. Fingers. Tongues. I came and came and came until I basically passed out right there on the sofa. 

***

It took a long time to come back to myself. I think I only woke up because I was cold. I didn’t wonder where I was. How could I? Noah had collapsed beside me, but his legs were laying across my lap. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at his dick. Before, it had been long and hard and beautiful. Now it was sleeping. Like he was. 

I lifted his legs and squeezed out from underneath him. 

Noah rolled over onto his stomach, exposing his cute little butt. 

Still staring at him, I found the towel. I wiped my hands dry while I watched him sleep. I grinned as I looked at him. Just out of curiosity--I leaned forward and squeezed first one firm butt cheek, then the other. I don’t know what I had expected, but I had never touched a man’s ass before. It felt nice. 

I got dressed. I found an afghan on a chair and spread it over Noah’s small form. I picked up my trumpet, let myself out, and locked the door. I remember nothing about the walk back to my little apartment, except that I was really high. 

My place was tiny, but I could afford the rent on my own and that mattered to me. I piled in and threw my horn on its chair. I don’t remember stripping my clothes off, but I do remember taking a shower. Rinsing the sweat and cum off my face. Washing my cock and balls. Rubbing soap into my ass. Pushing my soapy dick against my own stomach while washing my asshole more than I needed to. I wanted to cum again, but my legs were shaking. So I turned off the hot water, and carefully dried myself, stopping only long enough to taste my own precum. It wasn’t bad. Not really.

I climbed into bed. As I lay there spread-eagle, the covers thrown back off of my naked body, I felt I should be worried or concerned or think deep thoughts, but I didn’t. I lay there till I had cooled down from my shower, then I pulled the covers over me, rolled onto my side, and fell asleep with a pillow between my knees.

The next day, I met the beautiful Marisa, but that’s another story.