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Chapter 3: Learning His Name

“I woke up with my dick out, but I was hoping nothing crazy happened in my sleep,” he said, his face showing that he didn’t totally believe his own words. 

“It did smell like jizz on that couch though. And balls.” He chuckled. “Ball sweat.”

“But you still kind of knew,” I said. “You can tell when you’ve had sex. Your dick wakes up different.”

His face cringed. “Fuck, dude.”

“Yeah,” I said quietly, leaning close to him. “Imagine how I feel.”

“So you were awake the whole time?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, quickly feeling embarrassed. 

“Did you tell anyone?” he asked, nerves showing on his face.

“No,” I lied quickly, my eyes darting around before landing on his expression of relief.

“Thank god,” he said. “Well, I guess I owe you a drink!”

We laughed. 

“You drank enough the other night I bet,” I said.

He looked a little embarrassed again. “I didn’t actually drink that night.”

I was surprised. “Me neither.”

We were silent for a moment.

“You owe me more than a drink, by the way,” I said as we headed outside.

—[]—

We walked down the street together, ditching the party to decompress a bit about what happened. 

“I gotta admit,” he said, “Girls have been telling me ever since I came to college that I hump in my sleep sometimes. Even after we’ve fucked, it’s happened.”

“Seems normal,” I said. “I guess your dick doesn’t know the difference in your sleep.”

“So why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

I was dreading the question, even though it was obvious he was going to ask.

“I honestly don’t know,” I said. “It just felt so good.”

He looked at me curiously. “I’ve heard that.”

“Well it’s true,” I said, “I never had a gay thought in my life, but I loved it.”

We were supposed to be walking to a bar, but we didn’t really decide where we were going. We ended up at my frat house, and we stopped without saying anything. 

I looked up at his masculine, jock face. We were both freshman, but he made me feel a bit diminutive in comparison to him, which was rare since I was also on the taller and athletic side.

“You wanna play some Xbox?” I said with a nervous gulp. I didn’t know what I was subconsciously planning, but I knew I just wanted to hang out with him some more. 

—[]—

As we ascended the stairs to my floor, of course we passed Jona.

“Sup dude, who’s this?” he said in passing, with only minimal interest.

“Um,” I said, freezing. The last thing I wanted was for Jona to realize that he was that guy, but something else also hit me in the moment. Fuck, I don’t even know his name.

The nervous pause, along with my face turning red, made Jona react like he was realizing everything about the situation, while I was freaking out internally.

“I’m Brad,” my tall, new friend said, reaching out his hand. 

“Jonathan,” he replied with a smirk, giving him a hand slap and continuing past us down the stairs. 

When we got into my room, I relaxed. Who the fuck cares? I said to myself in my head. I was still nervous, but I tried to push the scary thoughts out of my head.

Bran and I plopped onto my bed and leaned back while I booted up the Xbox. He was so relaxed, and I just tried to mimic his calm energy. I noticed my lube sitting out on my end table, but didn’t even bother hiding it. At least the dildo was in the drawer.

“Arc raiders?” I said.

“Bet.”

We didn’t talk much as we started to take turns doing rounds. We sat close to each other, casually. It was like we were fast friends after connecting on the shared bizarre experience we had been through together. But when we finally did chat, the conversation quickly turned into how it felt to get fucked.

“So it was that good?” he asked, his eyes focused on the screen.

I shook my head. It was still embarrassing to talk about, even if it was just the two of us.

“I mean, it was like, a struggle to take, sort of… but like, yeah, it was fucking great.”

“I’m curious to feel it myself,” he said nonchalantly, focused on the game still. 

It was my turn to play, and I laid forward on my stomach to hold the controller and watch the screen. We were in silence for a bit while he scrolled on his phone. 

“You’re ass is a gyatt, bro,” he said suddenly out of nowhere, smacking me right on the butt. “No wonder my dick was confused.”

I felt my face turn red. Fuck, I thought to myself. I knew that if he was going to try and fuck me again that I wouldn’t stop him. As much as I was repulsed by the idea of a guy making love to my body, there was something about it that had been the best release of my life. 

I was torn internally, but I just forced a laugh, keeping my eyes on the screen. He smacked my butt again, harder. I didn’t move. I didn’t even tense up, just forcing myself to relax. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was subtly signaling that he could do whatever he wanted to my body, and I wouldn’t resist.

“So,” he said quietly, “If you liked anal so much. Have you fingered yourself since that night?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. 

“Was it just as good?” he asked.

“Not as good as this,” I said. I still didn’t look at him, just reached over and opened the drawer of my end table. 

I felt my stomach flip when I did it, but why not.

He leaned over and looked, not saying anything. He just sat back where he was.

After a beat, he put both his hands on my ass. Not slapping, just leaving them there.

“You jerk off with a big fake dick? That’s gay bro,” he said.

“Worth it,” I said back, not addressing him touching me.

“It’s as big as mine,” he said. “Or almost.”

He reached for the waistband of my pants, pulling them down slightly. I felt the cool air of the room hit my ass. 

I didn’t move at all, or say anything, my eyes on the screen as he pulled my pants down to just below my ass. We talked about the video game while he started playing with me with his fingers, probing me. He grabbed the lube off my end table and poured it on me. My heart raced, knowing what was coming. 

He straddled me and fingered me deeper, all while I tried not to react. Whatever game we were playing, it was fun. He was getting into it, discovering my ass, basically free-using me.

He put both his thumbs in me, prying me open slowly and gently.

“Woah,” he muttered to himself quietly. “Pink…”

When my round ended in Arc raiders, I just started a new round, skipping his turn. Neither of us mentioned it, wordlessly acknowledging that he was busy right now doing something more important. He spent several minutes just toying with me, trying to make me moan, testing the limits of my hole with his thumbs, seeing how deep he could press them into me, how wide my hole would go to accommodate his musing. I finally had to say something.

“You know why I really let you finish inside me?” I said, as I started shooting drones on the screen.

He grunted, barely paying attention to my words. 

“It was because getting slammed in my prostate was the best fucking feeling of my life.”

I felt him perk up behind me. That got his attention.

His weight shifted, and his thick rod pressed against me. He exhaled softly, already stimulated just from my glutes enveloping his manhood. He pressed into my ring, and the intensity was equally as sharp as the last time, but this time the sense of pleasure was immediately overwhelming, better than the dildo, better than the grapes.

He started fucking me pretty quickly. I moaned and breathed hard, doing my best to stay up on my elbows, playing the game, but it was obviously a lost cause. I got killed quickly, and started a new round while his girth rocking my prostate started taking over all my thoughts. I wasn’t even thinking about my dick, rather just enjoying the large, muscle jock on top of me, making my ass feel like it was being blasted by a fireball from heaven. It burned in an ecstatic way, stuffed me like my ass was a new sex organ. It felt like I had a pussy. I remember thinking this is what girls must feel like during sex, and it’s better than I ever felt in my life. I felt like a twitter femboy enjoying the push of a bigger man.

While I tried to pretend like nothing was happening, enjoying the idea of being fucked as if we were just friends getting off, stimulating my hole like bros should be doing together, he was lost in it. It was really different than when he did it “in his sleep”. He moaned, breathed on my neck and ear, mumbled things like “fuck yeah,” “so tight,” and sometimes just “dude”. I kept playing the game, failing to act like I was ignoring that he was there. Somehow, it was hotter to me if I never acknowledged to him how good it felt, even though feeling of his body going wild on me was the most intense sexual experience of my life. 

He went hard, a bit too hard even, but I didn't stop him or even slow him down. His pace picked up and I started feeling his abs tense in cycles, clearly getting closer and closer to the edge. I didn’t want it to end, but it kept feeling better and better as he stuffed me with greater excitement.

His grunts got stronger, until he released a loud one right in my ear, his body tensing up as he thrust deep inside me. I could feel it pulsing, just like the other night, except with more manic energy and the desperation of a hormonal male chasing the high of orgasm. 

He collapsed on top of me just as a round was ending. He slid off me to the slide, silently. I wondered what his post nut clarity was going to look like, but I just stayed where I was. He didn’t miss a beat before he started prying open my butt with his palms, inspecting my gaping hole and the load leaking out of me.

“Creampied,”  he said under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself. 

He laid next to me, leaving his pants and underwear off. For some reason, that was the weirdest thing to me, a naked dude in my room with me. In general it wasn’t uncommon to be naked, but usually it was for a different reason than that he had just fucked me. 

At the end of the next round, he said it was his turn to play. He took his place next to me, lying on his stomach as well, and I sat up to lean back on my palms. I let my pants fall down lower, finally exposing my cock and balls to the room. He glanced over for a moment, before facing the screen and starting his round, not acknowledging anything that had happened. He seemed fine with just pretending this was all normal, and honestly, that made it easy for me to do the same.

He wasn’t very good at the game, taking hits from the easy drones like a noob. I chuckled when he died right away, and let him just restart the round instead of handing it off to me. 

As my horny mind wandered, I looked down at his tall body. His bare ass was a strong mass of glutes and butt, hairless cheeks. Just two big, round mounds.

“And you said I had a gyatt,” I said, giving him a smack on his right cheek. 

He tensed his butt a few times, making it jiggle while we laughed about it. I was hard as hell, having just gotten the best fuck of my life, unfortunately proving to me that a dildo would never replace how good it was to have a real dick going in and out of me. Maybe it was time for him to learn what I had felt. 

Against my previously unchallenged heterosexual instincts, I uttered the only thing that came to mind. “So, you’re curious about that prostate slam?”

He just looked back at me, smirking, as I held my dick in my hand, pointing up in the air.

—[]—

He turned back to the screen without saying anything, while I reached for his ass. I rubbed the smooth skin on his glutes, noting the difference in shape from my own. I had seen a million dudes’ butts in my life, never even crossed my mind that I would actually fuck one. But I couldn’t get over the thought that I deserved to do it to him. 

He owed me one.

With the hormones in my freshman dick controlling my body, I advanced more quickly than he had done with me. I straddled him and lined up my dick with his ass. It was surreal feeling his muscles underneath me. This isn’t a girl. It felt wrong in so many ways, but my aching erection was leading the way as I grabbed the lube and squirted a liberal amount onto him. He didn’t flinch as I started rubbing my dick up and down his ass, feeling the nice sensation of shoving it between his perky mounds.

He started tensing his butt off and on, like he was mildly twerking on me in a way. I decided to take what I deserved, and pushed in when I found his hole. 

He finally responded, his body tensing up. I saw his face make a grimace as he watched the screen.

“I thought you said it was supposed to feel good,” he said.

“Give it a minute,” I said back.

I started to probe him in and out, stretching his hole and feeling it relax around my cock. Every time his muscles loosened, I pushed in another inch until his body resisted again. 

“Damn, I needed this,” I said, “It feels good.”

“I don’t hate it,” he admitted, still paying attention to the video games. 

We didn’t speak again as I started to pick up my pace, eventually going balls deep inside him. I felt him relax and tense up in waves, and I saw when the flip switched in him. I recognized it from feeling it myself the previous weekend from him. He was starting to like it. 

I had just been fucked to the edge already, so I knew I wouldn’t be lasting long. Honestly, part of me wanted his dick back inside me, but it also felt good to give it back to him, in some macho, ego-driven way. It was good to remind myself that I can still fuck in the old way, even if I knew what my preference was now, however that would turn out.

“Fuck,” I muttered, releasing a squirt inside him before I even realized I was going to cum.

His hole tensed on me, I could tell that my sudden depth of penetration and the maximized swelling of my dick had pushed him past another point of resistance. 

As I held mostly still, rocking my hips slightly, I unloaded inside him, aware of his load still leaking out of my ass. 

I was still on top of him, slowly working my dick out of the hole, when my door suddenly swung open. Brad jerked his head to the side, dropping the controller, but I stayed where I was, not wanting to yank myself out of him too quickly. 

There stood Jona, with a smirk on his face. I couldn’t help but chuckle at what he must be thinking at that moment. 

“Can I help you?” I said, already knowing that he was here to tease me.

“I had a feeling what you were doing in here,” he said. 

He looked down at Brad. “Is it as good as he said it was?”