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Dillon - Part V - Not 100% Straight
🕑 Added 2025-11-22 02:46:13 +0000 UTCIt felt like I had only blinked my eyes when I woke up to a warm body crawling into bed with me from behind. It wasn’t until a masculine arm draped over me that I was really brought back to reality. I tried to crack my eyes open. There was some morning sunlight bouncing off a neighbouring house, and it washed the room with a soft glow. My head was very foggy, not still drunk, but not yet in the hangover phase either. The arm draped over me…it had to be the guy from last night…his name…starts with a…fuck, I can’t remember his name.
He shimmied under the covers with me. I could feel he was only wearing underwear, his skin against my skin as he pulled in tight and wrapped his arm back over mine and started feeling up my chest, then down my stomach to the waistband of my underwear. I wasn’t hard or horny; my dick was smaller and more shrivelled than ever as his two fingers dipped below my waistband and started teasing it.
I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to sleep, but I know this isn’t my house. I don’t remember the name of the guy cuddling with me and playing with my dick, but I’m so tired. It was the kiss he planted on my bare shoulder that got my attention. It was sensual, but the morning scruff that wasn’t there last night was like sandpaper on my skin. I know I had sex with him last night, but the idea of sex with a guy…now, makes my stomach turn.
His hand drifted lower, cupping my balls, which even though they were drained by…Roger? Last night, they still felt the tingle for release when massaged like this. “Mmmmph,” I groaned quietly with a hint of pleasure. I felt him lick the back of my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. His fingers dipped below my balls between my thighs and stretched to circle my hole. The outer ring was sore from last night, puckered tight, with no intention of opening for him. I’ll admit, even sore, it does feel good to have my hole played with, and I found myself spreading my legs slightly so he had an easier angle without stretching out my underwear completely.
“You still have my cum in you?” He whispered in my ear.
Fuck, that’s right…Raymond? Shot his load inside me last night. Fuck…I fell asleep without pushing it out, too. Is that worse? Does that matter? Do I have a better chance of catching something from him if I leave it in? He kissed my neck and I moaned, “Mmm-hmmm.”
I could feel his bulge growing in his underwear as he rubbed it against my ass. “That’s so hot. Did you like it? Did it feel good when I shot in you?” He asked, with an obvious horny excitement in his voice.
With a dry throat, I squeaked out, “Kind of.”
He rubbed his finger on my hole a little harder, pulling me tighter to his growing bulge. “Mmmm, kind of? Do you want a second round? Then you’ll know for sure if you like having me cum inside you, won’t you?”
I groaned. The idea of him shooting in me right now is the last thing I want. If we hadn’t hooked up last night, I wouldn’t even let him touch me like this right now. I shook my head, “I’m too sore for a round two.” I rolled onto my back, twisting my head to see him for the first time since last night. He looked wide away, a lust in his eyes, I could smell fresh brushed teeth and…a hint of Tommy cologne? Ronan! That’s his name, I mentally snapped my fingers. Even somewhat sober, I recognise how attractive he is. I let my eyes travel down his ripped body, all of his muscles flexing as he continues to massage my balls in my briefs now that I’ve closed my legs for business. The bulge in his clean, white Tommy briefs was bigger than I remembered.
The sound of a chair sliding across a wooden floor above us made me jump, and he chuckled. “My family is up.”
“Ungh…” I groaned. “What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes while he continued rubbing my balls, probably expecting my dick to spring to life.
“Probably eight,” he grinned, his smile causing ripples in his cheeks that I hadn’t noticed last night.
I lowered my voice to match his volume, “Mmm…I should probably sneak out.”
He didn’t blink an eye before squeezing my balls a little tighter and saying, “nah, we just need to be quiet.” Then he leaned his head down, kissing my left peck, then nipple, then continued kissing his way down my abs and the skin that must have had some dried cum left over from last night when I unloaded. The thought of him kissing my cum that may or may not be there did make my cock stir, and I hummed out a low moan of satisfaction.
He sat up on his knees, using one to spread my legs a little, then using the other to spread them even wider as he got between them. He hooked his fingers into my waistband and pulled my underwear down. My soft but chubbing cock rolled out, then my balls dropped down as I lift my ass ever so slightly to let him continue. I had no intention of doing anything with him. Still, my instincts to receive pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, just override my instincts to preserve my mental image of myself as a heterosexual man. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the fact that he’s a guy, as my underwear was freed from one ankle, and both of my legs dropped to his sides.
Without seeing him, I felt his hands slide up my hairy legs to my crotch, then the weight of his body pressing down on the mattress from his elbows as he leaned over me, and I felt his tongue lick the length of my now growing dick.
I grabbed a pillow, put it over my face and let out a low groan of pleasure. Fuck it, I’ll let him suck my dick. I don’t have to suck him off; this is him being gay and getting his jollies from sucking off a straight guy. I spread my legs wider and let him lick my balls, which couldn’t smell or taste clean after the sex we had last night.
It was even harder for me to keep quiet as he took my entire dick into his mouth. His oral skills were impressive. He did this thing with his tongue that tickled my nerves, and the slight hum he let out vibrated my glans in a way that quickly had me panting as my head popped in and out of his throat. He seemed to have no gag reflex because I’m 5.5” cut, and he had no trouble popping my mushroom into his throat on his first try. I rubbed my hands through his hair, still keeping my eyes closed so I don’t have to see a dude, albeit a very pretty dude, sucking my dick. I rocked my hips up more and more with each bob of his head, trying to get more into his throat. Maybe I was trying to make him gag a little, but he took it like…ugh…he took it like a man, and was determined to leave me with drained balls.
“That feels…mmmm, so good,” I trembled, feeling the tingling of a nearby orgasm churning in my balls. He seemed determined to make me cum, and I’m not a morning person, but he’s getting me closer and closer. Despite my earlier objections, I’m feeling horny as hell and want to cum in his mouth now. He slipped a finger down to my hole and traced around it. I felt the sore skin flex under his touch, and I inadvertently let out an audible moan. He pulled his mouth off my dick just long enough to add saliva to his fingers, and then I was back in his throat, just as quickly, his finger, now slick with spit, spread my ass lips and went in to the first knuckle. The burn from last night's sex still lingered, and even though I was sore, the slight penetration with the lack of friction from his spit made it feel so good I couldn’t help but spread my legs for him. That got a reaction out of him that caused him to hum on my cock even more. Between the two, I was getting really close to blowing my load.
I heard a second chair scratch across the floor above us, and it took me out of it, my orgasm scaring off a little. I think he felt me tense because he pulled off my dick and sat up on his knees whispering, “Don’t worry, they won’t come down here if they don’t have a reason to come down here.”
I pulled the pillow off my face, looking up at him, grinning down at me, his muscles flexing as he picked up a plastic tube and flicked it open with his thumb. The click echoed in the room, and in my brain, I knew that click all too well at this point. I watched as he pushed his briefs down below his balls, his rock-hard cock flopping out, a single glistening drop of precum catching the light at the center of his tip. He poured a strip of lube down his shaft and stroked it in with his right hand as he looked up at me with a grin.
I felt my throat and sphincter tighten when I realised he wanted to fuck me again. I swallowed hard. “Maybe we shouldn’t give them a reason to come down here,” I heard my voice crack twice as the words came out.
He chuckled, an eyebrow raising opposite the side of his smile that curled up, “You’re just going to have to keep quiet,” he repositioned himself between my legs, still stroking his dick. He poured more lube on his fingers and slipped two directly into my pucker.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I groaned, louder than I should’ve.
“Shhh,” he chuckled, “You gotta be quieter than that,” he smiled.
“Dude, I don’t think we should, ahhh,” it both burned and felt good. The stretching of my skin burned, but the lube acted like a coolant.
“Don’t worry, I found a condom in my room, this one is definitely not expired,” he whispered, pulling it out of the crumpled blanket. “I also brought you these,” he said, pulling out the little bottle from last night and handing it to me.
Like a moth to a flame, I grabbed the little glass bottle and quickly took a hit. Remember the rush last night, I knew this would calm my nerves and help me loosen up. As the rush washed over me, I felt him slip his two fingers deeper into me as he mumbled, “Still so tight.” Which made me chuckle on the inside as I spread my legs even wider. I grabbed my dick and started stroking myself. Then I heard the sound of him tearing open the condom wrapper, and my eyes shot open.
“I don’t think we should,” I mumbled as I watched with wide eyes as he rolled the rubber down his shaft with his free hand.
“Dillon… look how hard you are. You want this as much as I need it. I promise I’ll cum quick this time,” he insisted as he positioned himself between my legs, removing his fingers and replacing them quickly with his cock. He spread the excess lube from his fingers onto the condom and leaned over me. Spreading his thighs made my legs drape over them and gave him easier access to my hole. He didn’t push in, but he nudged the head into the pucker. Looking down at me, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly as if asking the question, ‘Can I?’ but the words didn’t come out.
I slowly answered the question anyway, rolling my head on the pillow from side to side without breaking eye contact. Then he nudged further, I could see how much pleasure he got from even having his head against my hole, when he added enough pressure to breach the ring my mouth shot open but I remembered to keep quiet and I let out a silent scream, keeping it caught in my throat as the sting of the penetration shot into my guts, the friction of his thick cock pushing into my vise tight sore hole felt like my ass was on fire. “Mmm…just relax,” he whispered, not letting up, but pushing a little deeper.
I quickly felt around the mattress, patting it until I found the little glass bottle, then took a quick hit. Then another. Letting the poppers relax my hole for him, for me, as he greedily continued to push in. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled when he hit a resistance from my sore asshole.
“Fuck, Ronan, it hurts,” I groaned as quietly as I could, flopping my arm over my eyes as the light moved outside and was now shining directly into my face.
“Just a few minutes, man,” he huffed. “You’re so tight,” he grunted, digging deep into me. “I’m not going to last long,” he started pumping short, gentle thrusts into me.
I took another hit of the poppers, and another. “Ungh…fuck, it really hurts, man. Ahh, sore from last night,” I panted, even as the poppers rushed through my system. I pushed back on his flexing abs, and my knees pressed in on his sides. I’d obviously never tried to do this twice in such a short amount of time, and the poppers were only keeping me from screaming, not my hole.
He pushed in balls deep, then leaned over and kissed me. I instinctively kissed him back, but the voice in the back of my mind was telling me not to kiss a dude…that’s gay. He broke the kiss, “You want more lube?” I felt him flex his cock inside me.
I rolled my head slowly from side to side, “I think I’m just really sore from last night, I’m sorry, man.”
He held his forehead to mine, sighing, “Can we just go a little longer?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, man, it really burns.”
He groaned, “fuck…I’m so horny,” his eyes burned into mine as he sat up slowly. Then pulled out slowly. The relief on my face must have been obvious because he started stroking his dick, and that grin wiped across his. He leaned over me again, propping himself up with one arm as he kissed me and snuck his other hand down to his dick so that he could rub the raw tip over my hole. It was well-lubed up between the actual lube and the precum he developed when he was wearing the condom. The velvet head was kissing my hole, teasing it, tempting me to take it. I started stroking my dick, wanting to cum now that he got my engine running. He kept stroking himself on my hole, nudging forward every few strokes, just teasing my pucker.
Between the blow job and now this, I’m already on edge. I could feel the tension leaking out of me along with the drops of precum as I continued to edge myself closer. When he nudged in a little harder, I let out a moan and stroked myself twice as fast for a second, which made him smile.
“We could try it… without the condom, if you want,” he whispered.
I looked into his eyes; he was needy, the horniness shining in them. I licked my lips, “We shouldn’t,” I said while stroking faster. He nudged his head into me again, and I moaned.
He smiled, “Technically, we’ve already done it without one.” The words dripped out of his mouth and into mine as he kissed me, nudging his tip into my pucker enough that I moaned into his kiss. I shook my head no, again, and again he nudged into me, but didn’t breach the ring like before. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Just a few pumps? See if it feels better?”
We both know it will feel better, and I didn’t have the willpower to speak the word, so I just shook my head no again.
He kissed me, lapping at my upper lip. “Come on, let me push the tip in,” he breathed heavily. “If it feels good, we can try a little more.”
Against my better judgment, and definitely at the mercy of my balls, I nodded yes. He pushed the head in instantly. It of course felt a thousand times better than before, and I moaned into his mouth as I spread my legs out for him and wrapped my arms around his tight back. I felt him stop pushing in, his cock flexing inside my hole. “Feels good,” he mumbled onto my lips.
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
“Let’s try some more,” he said, spreading his legs and flexing his ass so he could push about half his cock into my already lubed hole.
“Ahhh,” I started to feel that sting of being stretched open again, but his lips closed on mine, and he moaned into my mouth.
He gave me a few lip-locked thrusts before breaking the kiss and breathlessly saying, “It feels so good.” Then he continued thrusting.
It felt good, but also so wrong. “Mmmm, maybe we should stop,” I said, unconvincingly.
He reached down and started stroking my cock in time with his thrusting, still holding himself up with one elbow. He kissed me quickly, then said, “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Mmm, it does, but…it’s not safe,” I said honestly.
He continued stroking, grinning as his eyes stared deep into mine just inches away, so close I struggled to focus on them, “Dillon,” he pecked my lips, “I already unloaded in you last night, it won’t make a difference if I do it again right now,” he pecked my lips again, flexing his cock deep inside me.
My heart was racing a thousand beats per second.
He sat up quickly, “But if you want me to stop, I can stop. It’s not too late.”
“No,” I said a little too loudly. “I just…umm…” he started stroking my dick again. He gave me a firm thrust, all of his inches deep inside me, forcing a moan out where words should’ve been. “Fuck,” I panted onto his lips, “just…don’t cum in me, okay?”
He breathed into my mouth before kissing me again, “okay,” and then he was kissing me hard and pumping into me just as hard. His thrusting between my legs was more than last night, more than with Tank or Aley; he wanted me in a way that resonated through my entire body with each thump of his body against mine. His cock was quickly swelling, and I could tell he was already close. He broke our kiss, and his head dropped down over my shoulder as his body lay flat on mine. “God, this feels so good,” He mumbled.
“So good…just…mmm…don’t cum in me, man,” I mumbled, while rocking my hips against his, my dick pressed between us, trying to get myself off.
“I won’t,” he grunted. “Just let me get closer,” he insisted, holding my thigh as he dug even deeper into me and kissed my neck.
I reached between us, gripping my dick tight and rocking my ass on his cock, I held him tight with my left arm and squeezed tighter on my dick. “Feels so good,” I mumbled.
“So good,” he agreed with a few more thrusts.
“I’m so close,” I warned him, hooking my heels on his hips where the waistband of his briefs met the skin of his back. It spread my legs at just the right angle that each of his thrusts and my rocking was pressing down on my prostate, and I was done for.
“I’m close too,” he warned quietly in my ear.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I mumbled, flexing my ass on his dick again and squeezing my cock a little tighter as his thrusting slapped my balls just right, and it pushed me over the edge. “Ungh…fu–k” I trembled as I squirt my first wad of cum between us, coating his stomach, which smeared it onto mine.
“Oh fuck,” he panted and kept thrusting. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. His continued thrusting sent my entire body into a frenzy of tremors, cum still shooting out of my balls between us. A few more thrusts and I felt myself relax enough to regain my senses while he continued using my hole to get himself off, his raw cock pistoning deep inside me.
I felt myself starting to clamp down, that burning coming back. “Shit, you close?” I groaned, not wanting to ruin it for him, but it felt like way too much all of a sudden.
“So close, a few more pumps,” he begged and continued pumping.
“Pull out…ungh…don’t cum in me,” I reminded him, trying to ignore the stinging inside me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers by the pillow and took a quick hit as he continued fucking me raw.
“Just let me get real close,” he panted, “and I’ll pull out,” he promised, varying his thrusting. Quick, quick, slow, quick, quick, slow.
I hit the poppers again, and again, letting it relax me as much as possible. As I let my head spin, I felt every vein in his cock sliding over my anal walls, and his heart beating through his chest into mine. The sound of him grunting quietly and my now struggles to take proper breaths are the only sounds in the room. I could hear someone upstairs laughing, the words all muffled.
“I’m close,” he warned.
“Ngh…fuck,” I grunted as he thrust again, quick, quick, slow.
“I’m so fucking close,” he kissed my neck. “I’m cumming,” he said, and I felt his hips under the heels of my feet flex and thrust deep into me as he held me tight. I felt his cock twitching inside me as he panted in my ear. “Oh…ngh,” he grunted, and his cock pulled out of my ass. “Fuck…that felt so good,” he huffed on top of me, his cock coated in cum, smearing between my ass cheeks.
I breathed heavily, “Did you cum inside me?”
He pushed himself up, looking down at me, “I might have got a little in you,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I thought I had better control, but…” he shook his head slowly, “Your ass is so good I…might’ve pushed beyond my limits.”
I licked my lower lip, feeling more than a little bit of his hot cum inside me and leaking out of my ass. “I think I need a shower,” I looked down at my cum coated stomach.
He huffed and shook his head, “Sorry, man.” Then his eyes went up to the ceiling, “They will hear the shower running. I can get you a washcloth, and then you probably should sneak out the door we came in.”
“Oh, umm…ok,” I realised this was not like hookups with other people, especially girls, he wanted me to leave now that the deed was done.
He got me a washcloth, and I wiped up as much cum as I could and handed it back to him. He went to the bathroom to dispose of the cloth as I got dressed in last night's clothes. I pocketed his Amyl because I have no idea where to get some and might want them again in the near future. I’m willing to admit, at least after how good sex with all three guys I’ve been with has been, that I may not be 100% straight.
We hugged goodbye, and he did a lift-and-pull on the door so it opened silently, and I snuck out. It was freezing outside, significantly colder than when I went out yesterday, and I was not dressed for this. I took off running toward where I think I parked my car. After about ten minutes of sprinting, things started looking familiar, and I knew exactly where I was and where my car was parked.
Sure enough, there she was, the only car on the street and a bright orange ticket in the window. Fucked for the third time in twelve hours.
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Burn After Reading
I'm glad to hear it. "Dillon" is a very big part of my life and when I told him I was writing these stories he insisted I wrote about his first time. Then when I told him it got positive feedback he started spilling his guts with all the dirty stories he never told me before.
Brendan Gavin
Loving Dillon’s adventure
