Dirty Buddies E1 | All mates love to talk about fucking

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I know there's a stereotype that gays get along better with girls. That wouldn't be me. Maybe it's because I'm not 6 feet tall, totally hairless with a chiseled 8-pack, but it never felt like that role was for me. I got along better with the guys and I'm absolutely happy to eat a pizza with a beer rather than go for brunch and mimosas. 

Don't get me wrong though, I'm as gay as the day is long. I fucked my first ass when I was 18 and I never looked back. A gold star gay, one of my bottoms said to me once. 

Jordan was one of the guys in the same dorm building as me during our freshman year. We decided to get a flat together, mostly because we didn't get past the waitlist for dorms again and neither of us were interested in the frat house bullshit. 

Jordan is straight as a fucking arrow, and a horny bastard at that. He made a little name for himself in the dormitories for being a player and the games didn't stop when we moved in together. 

When we lived in the dorms, we all had a separate room and had to share a washroom. Honestly, that was nasty as it was. I feel bad for them cleaning ladies that had to regularly clean up vomit and cum and who knows what else. 

Living together in a smaller space where we shared everything but our rooms? It became a lot more obvious how much of a horndog we both were. From the first week, I've caught bits of his splooge on the edge of the toilet seat and wads of tissue paper in the garbage. Still, he brought home a lot of girls. They were a revolving door of Chloes and Sarahs and Kaylees. I fucking hated how I would find strands of their long hair in my laundry. 

I didn't blame Jordan though. I was just as horny and was absolutely fine with it. If the purpose of life isn't to fuck, then I don't know what is. I brought home just as many boys as he did girls, and we kept that laundry machine running 24/7. 

This story begins with one of those nights where we both had a hookup planned. When that happens, the bedroom doors shut pretty quickly. 

“You like taking my dick?” I cover the twink’s mouth while fucking him. He’s on his side with his legs tucked in, one of my favourite positions. The vibrations of his moans on my palm turns me on. 

“Ah…ah…ah…” The faint moaning of the chick Jordan is banging comes through the walls. Even my boy hears it, judging from the way he turned his head to look. 

“Hey,” I give him a little slap on the face to refocus him. I pull out and drag his legs so he's laying flat on his stomach. 

“FuckKKKkKKk…” he moans as I enter him again. “I want it harder.” 

“Yeah?” I grab the back of his neck and grind into him. “Let me hear it then.” 

“Ahh…AHHH…AHHHHh…” Jordan’s date gets louder. 

“Fuck me hard!” I push his face into the mattress and rail him. “OH!! OH!!! OH!!!’

“Let me hear it!” I rock my hips until my twink moans loud enough to drown out the girl’s sounds. His moans clip off at each thrust into his tight hole. 

“OH! OH! OH! Oh fuck.. oh fuck…keep going.. keep going, keep going!!!”

I can tell he is about to cream my bed and that's exactly what I want. The sex sounds escalate in the other room as well. 

I guess it's a race. 

“Oh FUCK!!!” he whimpers, and I rail into him with my full weight.

“Good boy!” I smile as his ring throbs rhythmically. Slowing my thrusts, I fuck him until he dissolves into a whimpering mess, unable to take any more.

“Oh my god…did you cum too?” He winces at my slow pumps.

We hear Jordan and his girl giggle in the other room. Sounds like they've finished too.

“Nah, but that's alright. We can take a break.” 

I changed the bedsheets for the 4th time that week and then we went to bed. I'm proud of being able to make my hookups cum before I do. Like I always said, it makes them a lot more likely to come back for a proper breeding if you let them get off the first time. 

Because I didn't get off, I woke up real early with a massive urge to stick it back in. He was still sleeping peacefully, so I went to the dining area to hang out. 

By hang out, of course, I meant watch some porn and edge my raging hard-on. Time flew as I scrolled through a bunch of porn on Reddit and X. I had my headphones in and didn't hear Jordan coming in. 

“Jesus, mate. It's 6 in the morning.” He looks at my hand jammed inside my pajama pants. He goes past me to grab a cup.

“Yeah, I'm fucking horny,” I say, taking my hand out and giving it a sniff. “You're up early.” 

“Yeah, we passed out cold early last night.” He scratches the fur in the middle of his chest. Jordan is perpetually wearing a hat and I've only seen his thick brown hair a couple times. “Mate, can you put that away? It's staring at me.” He points to the tent that my edged cock props up. 

“You're the one standing in front of me shirtless.” I laugh and give my bulge a smack. “You should know that us homosexuals love a muscular straight guy.” 

“Yeah, you like this shit?” He flexes both of his biceps for me and then turns his head to smell himself. “Fuck. Are you using the shower soon?” 

“Nah.” I rub my boner through my pajama pants. “You worked a good sweat last night?”

“You fucking know it. She was all like “ah...ah…ah…” He imitates her while thrusting his hips forwards. 

“Sounded like you nutted in her.” He doesn't seem to mind that I'm rubbing myself so I put my hand back into my pants. 

“You heard that? Shit. Nah, I made her cum first and then I busted on her tits and face. She wanted it like that.” 

“Oh yeah?” A surge of precum rushes out of my uncut cock. 

“Yeah. She was begging for it.” Jordan scratched his crotch while reminiscing. 

“Was it a big load?” I egg him on. Talking about sex is exactly what my dick wants me to do right now. 

“Fucking spewed all over her. I'm going to have to clean the headboard once she's gone.” We both laugh at the imagery. “Why are you so riled up, mate? I heard you finish in your boytoy too.” 

“You were listening, huh?”

“Hard to miss that fucking circus.” Jordan’s sweats look a lot tighter than it did before. 

“I didn't cum. So I'm going to go for it when he wakes up. Maybe I'll nut on his face too.” 

“Yeah, it's a sick feeling. Mark your territory.” He adjusts his package. 

“You know, eventually you're going to catch me having a wank,” I say. “You might as well get used to it.” I pull down my waistband to show off my rock-hard cock. 

“Fuck you, dude.” Jordan gives me a middle finger and laughs. I slap my cock to show him how hard it is before tucking it back into my pants. “Damn, now I gotta go fuck her again. I was going to be a productive citizen today, Stu.” 

“You were going to be a good boy?”

“Don't call me that,” he says. He sticks his hand down his pants too and tugs at himself. “You know how it's every guy’s dream to wake up with a blowjob? You think girls want to wake up getting eaten out?”

“You can eat my hairy ass out as a wake up alarm. I wouldn't mind.” I joke. Jordan scoffs and shakes his head. Our hands move up and down under our pants. 

“If you didn't jizz yesterday, you're going to drown him,” Jordan says. 

“I'll send you a picture.” I wink at him. He flips me the bird again and finishes the rest of his water. 

“Alright, I gotta wake her up. Later, mate. Happy cumming.”

“Happy cumming to you too.” I check out the profile of his boner jutting out as he walks back. 

“Stop looking, pervert.” Jordan says as he walks away. 

And so that's how it all started.