The Straight Boy (Patreon)

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You know that image that pops into your mind when you think about a straight, masculine man? The rugged, muscular, bearded figure chopping logs with an axe? That was almost exactly the description of Conor, minus the beard.

Granted, when I first met him, he was a somewhat shy teen, but by the time he reached adulthood, he'd blossomed into a stunningly handsome, and rather vain young man. He knew he was good looking, but he had every right to boast about it, and aside from his incessant grooming, Conor was a really decent guy.

He knew I was gay, and the reason he knew is because he was my little brother's best friend. He practically lived in our house, and there was rarely a dinner or family gathering that Conor wasn't at. He became part of the family, and everybody loved him, including me.

Both he and my brother were avid sports fans, and between them, they must have been involved in at least twenty different ones. Conor was a little shorter than I was, and whilst we both had decent bodies, his was far more defined than mine.

He had short black hair, usually cut short, and a jawline as sharp as glass. His large green eyes sparkled, and he had a smile to die for. Over all, Conor was a jaw droppingly beautiful young man, and I could rarely take my eyes off him.

I don't think that my fascination with the eighteen-year-old was obvious, but it must have been somewhat noticeable, because my brother regularly teased me about him when he wasn't around, and even sometimes, when he was.

I was twenty-one at the time, and whilst I had fooled around with some guys before, I'd yet to bite the bullet and actually have sex. I was eager to do it, but I never for a minute, thought that I'd be doing it with Conor.

Our relationship was built mostly on banter. We joked with and about each other constantly, and looking back, I can see why my brother believed that I was somewhat in love with his best friend. When Conor found out that I was gay, he didn't react like I had expected him to.

It didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, and the only thing he was concerned about, was constantly asking me if he looked hot today. On top of that, Conor also became extremely sexual about everything. It was in a joking kind of way, but it still made me somewhat excited.

The two of us became infatuated with finding a dirty side meaning of almost any word that was said, and we seemed to be the only ones to find it utterly hilarious.

It was a week before Thanksgiving, and my parents were out of town. Conor, my brother and I were just chilling in the living room, drinking some beers and generally shooting the shit. A soccer match blared on the tele, and we were simply having a good time.

David, my little brother, was a giant lightweight, and after five beers, he was spent. He excused himself and dragged his drunk ass to bed, whilst Conor and I remained.

It wasn't the first time that the two of us were alone together, but it was the first time since he'd found out that I was gay, and I could sense that there was a different atmosphere in the room.

We continued watching the game for a while, and chatting back and forth, before Conor sat up and pulled of his shirt.

"It's warm in here" he told me, and draped it over the sofa.

He was right in my eye line, which gave me the perfect view of his sculpted physique, and I eyed it hungrily as he watched the television. There didn't appear to be a single hair on his torso, and I wondered if he waxed it, which wouldn't have surprised me in the slightest.

A goal was scored, and the person who scored it pulled off their jersey in celebration. I was far too busy watching the handsome hunk in my living room to pay much attention to it, but Conor turned to me and pointed to the tele.

"Is my body as good as his?" He asked seriously.

I glanced between him and the soccer player, and shrugged.

"What?!" He barked, "mine is way better, look!"

Conor stood up and pulled the front of his shorts down ever so slightly to reveal the V-shaped muscles that ran diagonally from his hips to his pelvis. I felt my cock stir as I stared.

"Isn't it?" He pressed, and I shrugged again, more to annoy him than anything else.

"It's better than yours anyway" he smirked, and tensed his biceps.

"Bullshit" I scoffed, and lifted my own shirt to reveal a set of soft abs that were nowhere near as developed as Conor's.

"Show your V" he said, pointing toward the non-existent feature.

I grabbed my trousers and lowered them, just like he had done, and we both laughed as Conor sat back down.

The unexpected show had left me with a swelling cock, but I did my best to put it to the back of my mind as we got back to watching the game.

Another hour and another two beers passed before Conor glanced over at me, and caught my eye.

"Not gonna' lie, bro" he laughed, and I watched with wide eyes as his hand grasped his crotch and squeezed, "I'm horny as fuck".

For a moment, I was sure that I had misheard him, but as I stared at his hand, I realised that I hadn't. Perhaps it was another joke, just like the ones we regularly bounced around, but we'd never said anything like this.

I was frozen to the seat, and all I could do was gawp at Conor as he tugged his shorts lower and revealed more of his hairless crotch.

He knew I was looking, hell, he almost invited me to look, but I couldn't help feeling like I was somehow perving over him as the base of his hard cock became visible.

"Don't tell David" he whispered, and allowed his pole to smack against his smooth groin.

I had no intentions of breathing a word of it to anybody, and my own rod was now bulging in my pants. I continued to stare at the long, stiff member as he wrapped his hand around it and lay back on the sofa.

"Wanna help?" He smirked, and I instantly scrambled over to him, feeling rather ridiculous as I did.

I'd lost count of how many times I had fantasised about something like this, but I never expected to actually be doing it. My mouth felt dry as I reached for his tool, and slowly clasped my fingers around it.

It looked to be at least seven inches, and felt heavy in my hand. He sighed contently and relaxed as I took over and slowly began to stroke him.

I found myself mesmerised by him, and even more so, by his thick, veiny cock. I'd imagined it countless times, but it was far better in real life.

Conor allowed me to jerk him off for a few more minutes, until the tip of his perfect prick glistened with moisture and his sculpted body tensed with each stroke. My own erection was painfully squeezed between my legs, until finally he took over.

"Is it gay if I want a blowjob?" He asked, stifling a laugh and all I could do was shake my head.

He waved his boner back and forth and I watched hungrily as a bead of pre-cum spilled down his shaft, before he pointed it toward me and I took my opportunity graciously.

I leaned forward, inhaling his slight musk, and opened my mouth around his rod. The saltiness of his drooling mess danced on my tongue as I took him inside and clasped my lips over his cock head.

Conor moaned quietly, and I got to work. This would have to be the best blowjob in the world. If I played my cards right, perhaps it could become a regular thing. I knew for sure that Conor wasn't gay, but he seemed willing to allow me to get him off.

I bobbed up and down his pole, licking and twirling my tongue over every sensitive inch. He squirmed on the sofa, his fingers wrapped tightly around his head as his hips began thrusting slowly into my throat.

My underwear was now soaking as I continued to spill copious amounts of pre-cum inside, but I'd deal with my own pleasure later. For now, Conor was all that mattered.

I managed to take all seven inches of his erection into my throat, and he gasped as I did. With each passing minute, I got better at finding out what Conor enjoyed. He liked when my tongue teased his frenulum, he shivered with pleasure when I took his full length, and he moaned out softly when I played with his heavy balls.

After about fifteen minutes of constant, relentless throat fucking, Conor pulled his cock from my mouth and lay there breathlessly. I wondered if he'd had a sudden change of heart, but the handsome young man simply grinned at me with a look of deviousness in his eyes.

"Got any condoms?" He asked me, and my eyes widened.

I was still a virgin, and the last thing I had expected that evening was to have sex, so I didn't, but if he'd asked me to run a mile across town to get some, I would have certainly obliged. I shook my head and his grin widened.

"Wanna take it raw?" He asked me, and wiggled his pulsing cock again.

I nodded instantly, and Conor got to his feet. I watched as he removed his clothing fully, and stood over me with his cock in his hand and an expression of excitement on his perfect face.

"Strip" he whispered, and it took me only seconds to shed my clothes and sit on the edge of the sofa in my wet underwear.

The handsome teen grabbed my ankles and dragged me easily toward the other end of the couch. I lay on my back as he propped my butt on the armrest and slid my boxer briefs from me with one motion.

I stared up at him as he pushed my legs backwards and had me hold them out of his way. He was a selfish lover, and barely even looked at my leaking cock.

He pushed his two thumbs against my sensitive, virgin hole and pulled them apart before dropping a mouthful of warm saliva directly onto it. I squirmed as he used his slick cock head to rub it in.

Conor didn't say a word as he slid a finger into me and began to explore my insides. I moaned into my arm, my entire body coated in a layer of fresh sweat.

"Ready?" He asked, and I nodded eagerly.

I felt his meat against my sphincter once more, but this time he was pushing. I winced as my ring began to spread apart, and gasped as his helmet popped inside. The two of us paused for a moment, allowing my hole to become used to the new visitor, before he inched further into my bowels.

I grabbed my own hair and chest as Conor pushed deeper, until finally his balls pressed against me, and I felt full.

There was barely a moment of rest before he slid out and pushed back in quickly, and roughly. I clasped my hand over my mouth to prevent any loud noises, and acclimatised to the burn as he fucked me.

It was magical, and perfect, and I wanted to continue it forever, but his cock was slamming harshly against my prostate and making me leak and moan in unison.

I watched his handsome face, etched with concentration and pleasure, and reached for my own cock as he pumped me. He didn't seem to mind as I squeezed more juices from it, and it pooled in my bellybutton.

We fucked for nearly ten minutes before my hole felt loose and used, and he was able to easily pull his cock out fully, and ram it back in without much pain at all.

His pace quickened furiously, and I couldn't help but moan loudly. I didn't even need to touch myself anymore, because it felt like, with every quick punch of his cock, he was wanking me from the inside.

He squeezed my legs as he thrust deeply into me, until finally, neither of us could take it any longer. Our bodies tensed in unison, I sucked air through my teeth as the fiery orgasm began spreading through my body, and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

At almost exactly the same time, cum began to spill from both of us. I whimpered and gasped as my tool squirted rope after rope of thick, hot cum across my abs, and Conor flooded my wrecked hole with his own seed.

It seemed to last a lifetime, and with each stroke of Conor's cock, my own one leaked more. I could hear the sloshy sound of wet fucking as he continued to drench my insides in his load, until finally he became soft and slid out, breathless and sweating.

I lay there, delirious and covered in cum, and watched Conor as he used my underwear to clean himself up.

"I'm going to bed" he whispered, and threw the cum soaked garment at me with a grin.

"Goodnight" I replied, my chest still rising and falling rapidly as I lay naked, flaccid and soaked in semen.

"Night" Conor said, and dressed quickly before leaving me alone, and drained.