Believe me, I'm Gay E5 | My straight friend came into my dorm room while I was getting face fucked (Patreon)

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Welcome back to the second week of Belive me, I'm Gay! Start from chapter 1 if you need.Quick recap: Miles finally finds the courage to come out to his best friend Kai, but Kai isn't so convinced. How can someone know he's gay without having tried anything? Last week, we saw that in fact, Miles will have a physical response to another man's naked body, and the two explore if he's gay or bi. Miles, ready to try more, wonders what it's like to give a blowjob. Being his best friend, of course Kai gave him a trial run on his dick.

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I kept replaying my first blowjob in my head. The weight of Kai’s cock on my tongue… the way it throbbed when he warned me he was going to shoot… and the strange warm rush when I swallowed…

It wasn’t perfect. My jaw ached a lot after and my throat felt a little funny. But I made him cum, so that’s already something. I was worried about that part, like having to give up halfway and everybody being frustrated. As far as first experiences go, it wasn’t the worst. If it was with a stranger, it might not have gone so smoothly. I’m glad my friend let me do a test run on him, and he said I was a quick learner. So overall, I was pretty motivated to keep going.

I opened Grindr again the next afternoon while Kai was in the shower down the hall. One guy in his 30s, faceless (of course) torso pic, with the description “discreet,hosting limited,” had replied quickly when I said I was free tonight. 

“Tonight?” 

I typed back yes before I could overthink it.

When Kai came back, towel around his waist and hair dripping onto his shoulders, he caught me staring at my phone in a re-reading messages kind of trance.

“What? Shit, did you set up a hookup?” he asks, dropping onto the edge of my bed. Water from his hair lands on my comforter in dark spots.

“Yeah.” My voice comes out small, affected by my nervous heart beating “He’s coming here at eight.”

Kai’s eyebrows shoot up. “Here? As in your dorm room here?” Some of his blond hair dries in fluffs while other pieces are formed into spikes.

I nod, already feeling like I’ve made the worst mistake of my gay life. “Yeah. He said he can’t host. Um… he has a wife.”

My friend sits up straighter, holding his towel around his crotch while he turns towards me. “Hold up, Miles. You invited a married guy to come over? What does he look like?” 

“I…don’t know. It’s just uh…” I turn the phone around to show him the torso pic.

Judging from his expression, I might as well have admitted to leaving my door unlocked with cash on the table. “You’re gonna get murdered, dude.” He unravels the white towel, leaving just the corner on his crotch as he dries his left ear. 

I shifted on the bed and felt my cheeks heating up. I knew he was right and I was thinking it too, but hearing it out loud made my stomach twist tighter.

At the same time, I couldn’t stop looking at the corner of his towel that was barely covering his balls. 

I’ve seen it so many times in the change room. But, now I know what it tastes like. it’s not the same anymore.

“Look, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, man. I get it. You’re hyped and horny. But this isn’t it, dude. You could cancel. Tell him something came up or something.”

I stare at my phone, which still has the last chat open. His last message: “See you at 8 then. Don’t be a flake.”

“I already said yes,” I mumble. “And... I kind of want to do it here. Feels safer than getting in his car or whatever.”

Oh, he’s mad. I don’t see this side of Kai very often.

His jaw moved like he was chewing on words. Freshly showered, you can really see all the bones in his handsome jawline. He did go through a phase while he chewed a lot of gum, because he said that would make his face sharper. Maybe it works?

Finally he nods once slowly. “Alright. Your call. I’m not leaving you alone with him though.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I’ll stay close.”

“You’d do that for me?” Funny enough, Kai chooses this moment to turn around and pick up his shirt, which made my touching moment all about looking at his crack.

“I’ll beat him up if I have to.” He pulls on his shirt and flexes his growing bicep.

I let out a shaky laugh. “Hopefully not necessary.”

I fished the spare key out of my desk drawer for him. The metal felt heavier than usual when I pressed it into his palm. 

His crack is a lot hairier than mine.

“Thanks, Kai,” I say quietly.

“Text me if you need me. I’ll be just outside, okay? Worst case, scream. These walls are paper thin.” The towel drops as Kai puts on his shorts.

“Okay.” The nerves start to kick in in a major way.

“You’re gonna be fine. Made me nut with that tongue action.” He shrugs with a smirk. His hair is lighter as it dries.

I shove his shoulder. “Shut up.” But the knot in my chest did loosen a little. 

I can do this.

Kai left around 7:40 and at 8:03, I went down to the main entrance to meet the stranger.

He was taller than I expected. 6’1, maybe. With a baseball cap pulled down low, brim shadowing his eyes and a navy-blue hoodie, he looked about as anonymous as the headless pic. We walked up quickly to my room, and I caught a glimpse of Kai acting nonchalant near the staircase as I let the man in. My heart slammed against my ribs as the door closed.

Oh fuck, here we go…

He was a man of few words.  He kept the hoodie on, and pulled his jeans and underwear off in one go.  

His uncut cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy between hairy thighs. I think it might be a little shorter than Kai’s. It's hard to tell without it being fully hard. If it’s smaller than Kai’s, that’s a good sign that I’m going to succeed.

I backed up until the back of my knees hit the mattress, and then I dropped to my knees when he got closer.

Up close, it smells different from Kai. There is a stronger musk to him that I think is coming from the overgrown bush. I… kinda like it. My mouth waters as I take in the man’s scent. 

I wrap my hand around the base the way Kai taught me, and give a slow stroke to help bring it to full hardness. The man doesn't make a sound. He just watches from under the cap brim, holding up the bottom of his hoodie.

I lean in and lick the underside from balls to tip, testing the waters. The saltiness is like Kai’s but with a certain extra signature to it. I take the head between my lips and suck gently. 

“Mm…”

He exhales through his nose. I can't believe how that one sound charged my desire to keep going.

I remembered Kai’s advice while I had his cock in my mouth. 

“Slower than that. Tighter with the lips.”

I seal my mouth better, hollow out my cheeks, and bob slowly. After a minute of this, the man starts thrusting ever so slightly.

This is a stranger’s dick in my mouth.

The thought hit like electricity. He's just a random married guy who wants to use my throat and leave. I don’t even know his name! As stupid and dangerous as that all sounded… it turned me on. My own cock throbs painfully against my zipper, and that feeling gives me more lust to keep sucking.

I took him deeper, gagging a little when he hit the back. My jaw was already starting to ache but I didn’t care. I knew I wasn’t going to stop until he came. I need him to cum.

There were a couple moments where I thought he was close, but when I sped up, it seemed to get further away again. He still hadn’t made much noise. It was mostly just steady breathing, with the occasional low grunt when I took him all the way. Between the pain in my jaw and my knees, I felt a little desperate to know what’s happening.

I pull off to breathe, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shaft. “Am I doing okay?”

His eyes are barely visible under the cap’s rim. He whispers, so I have to read his lips. 

“I want to fuck your face.” 

Okay. This is how it’s going to end.

I sit on the floor, which gives relief to my knees, and lean back on my bedframe. As he places his hairy legs on both sides of me, I tilt my head back onto my mattress.

“Open your mouth.”

The man steps forward, feeds his cock back into my mouth, then keeps going until my nose pressed into his pubes. My throat spasms around his shaft, which makes me sort of choke and swallow and choke again in an endless cycle. 

“If you want my load, you’re going to work for it.”

He builds the rhythm slowly. My eyes water as he does long and deep strokes into my throat. I handle it well at first, but just a few moments of it make me realize that I’m in over my head. 

“GUHhhHHH!” I drool onto my chin.

Oh god, this is how I die.

I grip onto his hairy thighs, while his hard cock shatters any resistance my throat has.

“GUHHHHhhHHHHHHH!!” I breathe in his pubes’ musk through my nose. 

“Yeah? Fucking take this cock.” The man tears my hands off his legs and holds them next to my head. His balls slap against my wet chin.

I can’t…breathe…

This is what it feels like. Being used. Being fucked in the mouth like it’s a hole.

“GUHHHHHH!!!” I clench my fists, although his hold on my wrists has me seriously pinned down.

I….love this…

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Accept your place. Good boy…” His pubes rub against the bridge of my nose.

He’s going to cum. His cock balloons wonderfully in my mouth. I taste salty precum travelling down my throat.

Click. 

Our dorm room doors are heavy, and always make that sound when being opened.

Kai? I have to look past the stranger’s bush to see him.

He stands there, frozen, key still in the lock and exposing my face fucking to the dorm hall.

The man didn’t stop right away. He gave two more thrusts, deep enough that my vision blurred at the edges. Then, he pulled out abruptly, cock looking like it’s about to explode. I breathed in my first full breath of air in a while, which ironically made me cough again.

“Oh shit,” Kai mutters, closing the door quickly behind him. Through my watery eyes, I can’t make out his expression. 

Concern? I’m not sure. 

“Fuck,” the man says. He yanks his jeans up and buckles it fast. Then, he pulls his cap further down on his face and shoves past Kai to leave. “Fucking college students.”

My head was still tilted back against the mattress edge where he’d positioned me. Drool coated my chin and my lips felt swollen. The way that the oxygen rushed back into my lungs made everything seem hazy.

Jesus, my dick is so hard. It hurts, tenting my shorts obscenely with a wet spot darkening the fabric.

“It sounded like things were going bad,” Kai says. “You okay?” His calf, covered in light blond hair, comes into view and I hold onto it so he doesn’t leave. “Miles?”