I once got with my ex’s best friend, who was really only interested in me because my ex told her I liked to eat ass.This is a long story, in a far away time.I was living at Job Corps at the time, I was broke and fresh out of college and needed a place to stay. I entered college my junior year of high school, so I was still pretty young for a college graduate.

The ex would never let me do anal, sometimes she would let me finger it a little, but she loved having her ass eaten. After we broke up, her friend would sometimes tease me between class. Me and the ex weren’t super serious or anything, so we all pretty much stayed friends after we broke up, but by then the ex was already with another dude, so I didn’t really hang out with her much.

One day, Friend was like, “I hear you like to lick ass” and laughed, and I said, “Yeah, I do”. She was taken aback, like she expected me to deny it, I guess.
”Don’t you know that’s gay!?” she said, and I said “No, I don’t know that”, and continued on my way.

Later on she came up to me in the cafe and said, “Are you going off-res tonight?”, it was a Friday, and we were allowed to leave for weekends if you lived in the dorms. I hadn’t been planning to, but I asked, “Why?”, and she said, “You should go off-res and take me with you”.She didn’t have to ask twice, I was now planning on it. I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but I definitely had my hopes up!

Being broke at the time, most of my stuff was still with my parents, but they weren’t going to be home that weekend, which is partially why I wasn’t going home, I had no ride and I usually hated taking the bus.

But I now had a reason, and decided I’d be taking her home that weekend. I half expected her to be bluffing or messing with me, but nope, she showed up to the bus and got on with me.We didn’t talk much on the ride home, really, and I was still half-expecting a prank or for her to want something from me.

We then had to take a city bus to my house after the first bus dropped us off, and I expected her to balk or mock me, turn around and leave or something, but she just got on with me. I was at least decent enough to pay the fare for both of us, hey, two bucks, it was the least I could do. We chatted a little about nothing in particular this time, but my mind was racing a mile a minute. What did she want? Just to get off campus for a bit? Everyone knew I always had weed, maybe she just wanted to smoke?

We got home and I met a snag in my plan, because for some reason my younger sister was still there. She was supposed to have been gone, too, staying at her friend’s to go to some concert the next day or whatever.

Once she saw that I was there, and with somebody, she made it a point to be a huge pain. “What’s going on!? Why are you home!? Who is this!?”, wouldn’t leave us alone, kept asking annoying questions, kept hovering.

Friend and I were hanging out in my room and I could hear my sister hanging around outside my door, constantly walking back and forth for no reason, nosing around, it was infuriating, what would she think was going on, and why would she want to know if anything was, anyway. We were usually cool, too, so it was really bothering me that she was behaving this way.

My sister was supposed to leave that night, but she wound up staying the entire night, I’m pretty sure it was just to be annoying, just to fuck with me. I wound up staying on my couch and let Friend sleep in my bed just so my sister wouldn’t hassle us all night, not like she should have cared, it was really out of character for her, and again, infuriating. I kind of never forgave her for it, just for how uncalled for it all was. To this very day I harbor some small resentment over it, really. Gotta be honest.

I woke up the next day and took the world’s quickest shower because I was worried my sister would drive Friend crazy and I walk out to find she left or something. Eventually my sister did leave, but she dragged it on for as long as possible, just to mess with me, and again, for no reason, we were all adults, it was really odd. I was positive that Friend would be totally bothered and disgusted with me, too. If not just for my sister’s obnoxious behavior.

Once my sister left, Friend hopped in the shower and I sat on my couch seething with rage, expecting Friend to be planning her exit.

Friend came out of the bathroom in just a towel, and walked over to me.“I’ve never had my ass licked before”, she said. Well, that was unexpected. I stood up and started lowering her towel, and she let me.

Worried my sister might suddenly burst back into the house or something, I took Friend into my room, locked the door, and got her up on my bed on all fours. She had a small butt, but it was pert, and perky. Really nice, and looked especially good bent over. Perfectly pretty little butthole, too, very tight and pink.

I spread her cheeks and started eating her ass, making my way to her pussy as well, but focusing on her ass. Hey, it was why she was here!

After a while, I was good and worked up and quite ready to fuck her. I didn’t have any condoms so I had to rely on the honor system, “I’m clean, are you clean… !?”, I asked. She said yes and I was too horny to second guess her, almost as soon as she answered, I was inside her. Warm and tight, shaved, she had a nice innie pussy.

After a while she asked if I had any lube. Fortunately, I had an old bottle in my top drawer. “Yeah, I do”.
“You can fuck me in the ass”, she whispered.
Her gorgeous ass was incredibly tight and I kept having to stop so I wouldn’t cum, I was very turned on by how quickly things had escalated.
As I pulled out and stopped, clenching my gut tightly so I didn’t bust, she turned around and started stroking me. “Wait, wait, stop” I stammered, not wanting to shoot just yet.
I laid her down on her back and fucked her ass missionary for a while, I wanted to suck her big tits while I fucked her. When I was kissing her she would lightly bite and suck my lips and tongue, it turned me on even more.
Eventually I was really close and pulled out saying, “I’m really close”.
She had these big, pouty lips and she just sat up, opened them and nodded, not saying anything but moaning in agreement.
”I’m going to cum in your mouth” I said, stroking myself to climax, “I’m going to come in your mouth”.
She puckered her sexy lips waiting for my throbbing member, I kept stroking it while resting the head on her soft bottom lip, she started pursing her lips, sucking and flicking her tongue around my cock saying, “Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth”, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling back a little and repeatedly shooting thick streams all over her pretty lips and face and into her gorgeous mouth, pushing my cock between her eager lips once I was drained, my post-orgasm shaft spasming inside her mouth. She kept sucking after I came and my whole body shook with pleasure and pain.

We fell back onto the bed and just kind of laid there holding each other and breathing heavily for a while before I eventually got up to get her a towel. While wiping herself off she said, “I’ve never had my ass licked before, all my boyfriends always said it was gross or gay… “. I was going to ask if she liked it, but that felt kinda corny, so I just left it at that. This was before ass eating was a huge mainstream thing, she kept calling it “licked”, instead of eaten, but I thought that was pretty sexy.

We took a shower together, I groped and played with her luscious, wet body, soaping up her tits and ass, rubbing her up and down. Somehow she looked even better, wet, I don’t know why that’s always the case, maybe it’s just a me thing.

Afterward, we hung around watching TV for the rest of the night. We made out and groped a little, at one point she put her hand down my pants and kept fondling my nuts, but we didn’t fuck again.
Later on out of nowhere she said, “My ex was huge. Like, really big. He liked anal and it hurt. It didn’t hurt as much, with you”.
Gee, thanks, I thought, but didn’t say anything.
We chatted randomly and cuddled, before she eventually fell asleep on top of me, later on I conked out, myself.

We had a normal Sunday morning and left for the bus stop that afternoon, luckily my sister didn’t come back home at any point. At that time I would have been happy to never have seen her again, I was still so angry.
We pretty much rode both buses in silence, got back to the center and went our separate ways. I wasn’t sure if she would tell anyone and suddenly everyone would be talking or gossiping or whatever, but as far as I ever found out, she only told my ex, who Friend claimed didn’t care, and who I don’t think cared to tell anyone else, really.

But a few weeks, maybe a month later, my Ex walked up to me in the hallway and said, “Just so you know, I only ever came when I was on top”, out of nowhere, for no reason. I’m not sure if it was out of some kind of spite or revenge for finding out, or if she just felt the need to throw that at me in the moment, but all I could think to say was, “At least you came at all!”, before walking off. It didn’t bother me much, especially since during our TV talk, one of the things Friend had told me was, “I was curious, since ‘Ex’ told me you were good in bed, and that liked to lick her ass”. Hey, thanks for the good word, Ex!

Me and Friend were still cordial, but we didn’t really hang out again after that, and we (unfortunately) never hooked up again, I’m not sure if it was because of the Ex, or if she had just, gotten me out of her system, or what. All the flirting had pretty much stopped, too, and I tried to convince myself it was just a thing that happened, she got what she wanted and was done with me, guys do it all the time for instance, but I can’t deny it was a bit of blow to my ego. The little flirting thing we had was a lot of fun, I was a little sad to see it end. And I couldn’t help but thinking that perhaps she had found my sexual abilities substandard. Not like I’ve had many complaints or anything, but hey, you can’t please everybody!
Her and my ex found a new group of weirdos to hang out with, and they weren’t too fond of me and my friends, so we all kind of drifted apart, entirely. I saw Friend in passing at a rave and didn’t know it would be the last time until it turned out it was. I saw the ex one more time, the day I was leaving the program, and she ran up to me and gave me a huge hug and said a very heartfelt goodbye out of nowhere, I hugged her back and we chatted for a bit, I eventually left, and that was the last time I ever saw her.

First time gay shit - super unexpected

I'm a former military guy and I've tried to stay in shape. I go to the gym about 5 times a week. I'm only about 5' 8", but athletically built around 160 lbs. I was at a gym, while traveling through NJ, and found myself working out next to a very smallish built young man (5' 2", 110lbs max). He was doing the same muscle group I was and asked if he could workout with me. I thought it was a little strange, but he was nice and had a good smile, nice olive skin, and was young... I am straight - but I think I can still appreciate beauty, even in other men. And this little guy was pretty... and very gay. I would never work out with him in my home town... but I live in California, and this is New Jersey, so I thought, why not? He seems nice and I don't wanna seem like I'm homophobic or something.

So here we are. I've been working out sense I was a kid. I've wrestled sense I was 10 and have the screwed up ears to prove it. I am, frankly, very rough around the edges. I can be a little over bearing and down right mean when I am your wrestling coach. Or, in this case, your workout partner. So I was these things with him. I made him workout harder than he normally would. He had absolutely no upper body strength but did have a firm build (to be 18 again!!). Again, he was openly gay: even had a rainbow shirt that said, "born this way". It was a little embarrassing, but like I said: I didn't know any of those people.

We probably worked out for a solid hour and a half. I found myself getting a little turned on by how I could make him push harder or do a few more reps. I would talk trash. Tell him that god hates quitters more than gays. I would always smile a little so he would know I was kidding... but I think he liked it more if I was serious.

I found myself helping him with his technique. I would pull his shoulders back, or push his waist in. Giving him instructions and when he did it correctly, I'd say to him, in a very low voice, "good boy."

Fast forward to when we are finally done, and I am surprisingly warn out. I got a very good workout in. He was also red faced (at least as red as his skin would show...) and obviously fatigued. And sense I'd never been to that gym, I asked if there were showers. He said yes, and we went off to the locker rooms.

The showers were probably the nicest I had ever seen in a gym. You had your own little changing room that would lead to your own shower. They were also very roomy.

I'm in there and I planned on just rinsing off, sense I didn't bring shampoo and figured I would shower at my hotel after dinner. But then thought better of it and simply asked my new workout partner (yelling over the sounds of the other showers) if he had shampoo I could use. He yells back (a little to gay-ish) that he did. He'll bring it over.

I expect him to set it on my bench in the changing room... then tell me its there and I'd come out of the shower and grab it. But this little homo walks right into my stall with it. Naked. And I am perfectly speechless. I stand there and can't quite believe my eyes. He has this look of confusion and then he looks a little panicked. He drops the bottle he had and put his hands over his face and turns to leave.

Now... a million things are going through my head. And I can still remember - vividly - how torn I was. I would NEVER turn down a women that did something like this. The risk he took... the way he put himself out there... I was flattered. But I'm not into guys. But also... I don't know anyone in this town. So in about 2 seconds I decide to at the minimum stop him and tell him its all good. I follow him out to the outer changing area and I grab his shoulders and pull him back away from the little room door. He starts covering his face again and looking down at the ground. He won't look up at me and I'm not trying to even talk at all because someone may hear me (like who would I be talking to?!).

I simply don't know what to do, and as he begins to sob (like a girl... an f-ing girl!), I start to rub his back and in as low a voice as I can, whisper near his ear:  "Its all good... your a good boy".

I don't, for the life of me, know why I said that.   But I repeated it again, cause I could tell it was working.  I brought him closer to me and repeated it: "its ok... no worries... thats a good boy".  "your a good boy"  "your my good boy, right?"

And then I brought my hands up his back, lifting them off and placed my elbows on his shoulders (like i was going to hug his head to my chest), and pushed lightly down...  and without much resistance at all, he went to his knees. He looked up at me and I thought he was a little worried still.  He was nervous and worried...  So i said its Ok.. be a good boy. And he took my cock in his mouth.

He sucked on me for probably 5 minutes until I got nice and hard.  I couldn't hear dick sucking noises because it was so noisy in there. But it did feel fantastic.  He was being a good little cock sucker and I can respect that.

I let him suck me deep and hard until I felt like I was close. I pulled his head away and turned him around. I pushed him forward and pulled his hips up while I forced his knees apart.  I used a bit more force than i needed, but I was determined to get my cock in his little round ass before i got soft.  I thought about a condom, but simply didn't care.  I would have used one if he asked me to, but he didn't so i didn't offer.  

I spit on my dick and spit on his asshole.  Then started easing it in... eventually getting balls deep.  Spitting some more every few seconds.  I'm not a big guy, but his ass was tight.

I eventually pushed him all the way down to his stomach.  My favorite position when I'm fucking a women.  I fucked him as hard as I dared.  But I couldn't afford a clapping sound.  At some point I got off and had him follow me into the shower.  I fucked him a bit harder - standing up of course. But the shower sounds masked the sounds from the other showers so I was comfortable putting a little more on him.

And then I came.   It built slowly and came on with a vengeance.  It never crossed my mind to ask him were he wanted it.  The moment I called him a good boy, I new I was Cumming in his ass.

We walked out of that gym together - and I got his number.  I was in town a few times a year before I moved to NJ for about 3 months where I fucked him regularly.

I always made him wear girls panties and enjoyed making him cry before he was to suck my cock and get fucked.  I wonder how he has been.