Catching My Straight Crush With A Guy

Eveyone is 18 and fully consenting.

In high school, I was hopelessly in love with this straight guy I knew named Dom. He was clueless, and I never let it on, but I couldn’t help myself, and I always hung out with him when I could. He was eighteen, he wrestled AND he played lacrosse. He had developed muscles and these perfect (to me) brown curls that bounced when he ran. Ever since I first met him when I came to this school freshman year, I always had a sort of desperation to be close with him, even if he would never want to be with me like that. He almost always had a girlfriend, and loved recounting tales of sexual escapades. I knew exactly how he liked it, based on the large volume of tales he had shared over the years. But it was more than sexual, rather it felt like I would do anything for him, and he was the first one I ever felt that way about. To him, I was just another guy in the friend group. We were definitely cool, and since I always made an effort to talk to him, we grew slightly close and he would smile whenever I came into the room. 

One day, we were talking about old coins and he said he actually inherited his grandpa’s collection when he died.

“I just threw it into my closet to keep it safe. I don’t really know what it’s worth or anything,” he said.

“I’m a total nerd about old coins, actually,” I said, “I’d love to look through them.”

“Cool,” he said, “I don’t know shit about that stuff. If you’re free, come over after school.”

When I walked up to his house later that day, I stopped when I saw something out of the second floor window. It was Dom, and he was shirtless. He definitely went shirtless a lot, but it was still kind of exciting that I was going to be hanging out with him up close today without a shirt on. I watched for a moment as he shifted closer to the window, and I saw his bare, muscular, hairless ass. He wasn’t just shirtless. His pants were off too. He turned to the side and I saw his large dong flopping around as he moved.

I felt my heart race. I wasn’t supposed to see whatever this was. He must be changing, or with his girlfriend. Oh wait they broke up. Maybe he’s jerking off. The thought gave me nerves in my stomach, just picturing what he might be up to. I couldn’t help myself and glanced back up to the window, and that’s when I saw it. 

There was another guy in the room, also naked.

I distinctly saw a second pair of nuts through the obscurity of the window. I saw the two of them playfully jostle each other on the shoulder. I saw Dom bend over toward the other guy’s dick, like he was sucking him off. I got so hard in my pants I felt like I was going to pass out. I had to adjust myself, even though I was standing outside in public. I wasn’t sure what to do. He had invited me over, but he clearly had other plans, and they were with a guy. He was apparently bisexual or something. My head was spinning with the thought. Maybe I have a chance with him, I thought. Actually, he always said he would take a blowjob from anyone. And if he likes guys, maybe he’ll take one from me.

I decided to text him: Hey im here

I looked up to the window and they were gone. He texted back a moment later: Cool come on up

On my way up the stairs, I saw a guy I recognized from school, but he had definitely graduated the year prior. He was coming out of Dom’s room, the guy who was hooking up with him. He was wearing jeans and tennis shoes and no shirt. He looked athletic up close, but sort of like a skater boy. He must’ve been about nineteen.

He nodded to me casually and gave me a fist bump as he passed me in the hallway and didn’t say anything. I watched him in awe as he passed. So this is the guy who was getting with the guy of my dreams.

I opened up Dom’s door, and he was just slipping his shorts up over his ass. For a flash second I got to see those perky mounds before the fabric swallowed them up. 

“Hey,” he said casually. He started to walk over to his closet, presumably to grab the coin collection, but I walked up behind him, standing close.

He turned around, looking at me sort of confused. Before I could talk myself out of it, I followed my instincts, and got down on my knees, keeping eye contact with him. I had never done anything with a guy, except some mutual jerking off with straight friends, under the guise of just enjoying the porn together. My face turned bright red as he looked at me, confused and almost stern, but I pushed through the nerves. My whole life had been leading up to this moment. 

I looked at his bulge in front of me. I had snuck a peak many times before, but now it was all or nothing. I was going to finally get it.

“What are you—” he started before I reached for his waistband and he quieted.

I looked up at him, my face serious. Without talking, I was telling him telepathically, it’s ok, I’m the same as you. Let’s do this.

He nodded at me. My heart raced even harder and an energy rushed through my body.

I quickly slipped down his shorts, and saw the big cock up close. He had two pale birth marks on his inner thighs, right near either side of his balls. The symmetry was kind of hot. His heavy shaft was pale, like the rest of his body, but with a cherry red tip, the same as his lush lips. It was already growing, but I could tell he was nervous. I’m probably the first of our friends to find out, I thought. The idea made me feel so intimate and close to him. I grabbed his cock with my hand and rubbed it. I felt his body relax. I placed my other hand on his hip as I started to jerk him off. He got rock hard quickly, even though he had just been hooking up with another guy. He must have a short refractory period, I thought, maybe that’ll come in handy. 

I jerked him until he started dripping pre-cum out of his dark red tip. It moistened my hands and helped me lube up his shaft. His head was leaned back with his eyes closed, and his nude, athletic body made little, involuntary humping motions while I pleasured him rhythmically, so I knew I was doing a good job. I guess the handjob wasn’t enough for the horny boy, because soon he reached for my head and pulled me closer to his cock. 

I had been waiting for him to suggest that.

I quickly dove in and licked up all the pre-cum I could with my tongue. I savored it in my mouth as I closed my lips on the big head of his cock and ran my tongue in circles. He let out a long breath as he placed his hands on either side of my head, not really pushing, just following my rhythm. I bobbed on his head while he played with my hair. I pulled out my own dick and rubbed it slowly, putting the other hand on his ass and pulling him deeper into me. My throat could barely stretch around his thick shaft but I made it work. After a few attempts, I could stop gagging long enough to fully choke on him. I felt like the length of the thing was hitting my stomach. It literally felt like swallowing a sword. 

His hands took over as the minutes passed, and eventually he was holding my head and fucking my face like a fleshlight. His grunts grew slightly louder and his balls plap-plap-plapped against my chin as drool ran down my neck. It was wet and hot and the most intense sexual experience I had ever had. As he fucked my face like I was an inanimate object, he actually slowly pushed me backward until I was leaning against the wall. Whether it was by instinct or planned, he used the wall for leverage and fucked my face against it. The back of my head was held firmly in place between the wall and his body as he mashed into me with force. I knew he was a hands-on guy in the bedroom, based on his recounting of the stories, but it was another thing to experience it first hand. 

I jerked off furiously while trying to look up at his face through watery eyes. The stuffing of my throat was taking a toll on my body and I was loving it. I gave up all control to him as I came all over my shirt I was still wearing. I didn’t even care, I just let it fly as I ruined my clothes. They were already soaked with my drool and Dom’s sweat dripping down anyway. When he quickened his pace yet again, I could see determination in his face. He looked at me seriously as he pressed in balls deep, making me gag. But he held my head down tightly, and I felt him pulse in my poor, battered throat. It felt so good, and I didn’t ever want it to end. I was still hard, and I could’ve let him use me all day without a break. It was honestly everything I had ever wanted.

He was catching his breath as he pulled his heavy cock out of my mouth. He just put his hands on his hips and let his big, still-hard dick drip the juices down onto the floor. I grabbed it and milked out one more drop of jizz, then leaned forward to lick it off the head. There was a full minute of silence as we basked in what had just happened.

“That was so hot,” I finally said. “I’ve wanted to do that forever.”

“So… you’re gay, I guess?” he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah,” I said. “Wow it feels so awesome to tell someone.” I crawled over and sat on his bed as I pulled my pants back up. He half smiled at me, pulled on some shorts off his messy floor and sat down next to me. 

“So… when did you know you were gay?” he asked me.

“Since forever, I think,” I said. “As soon as I realized what gay was, I was like ‘oh shit.’ I knew that was me.”

He just nodded.

“When did you know you were gay?” I asked.

“Umm, I’m not gay,” he replied, looking confused.

“Then bi, or whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Dude,” he said, looking right at me, “I’m straight.”

Wow, I thought, he won’t even admit it to me after we hooked up.

“Well, I have a confession,” I said, hesitating for a moment. “I saw you with that guy. From outside. I wasn’t trying to spy or anything, but I saw you guys hooking up… all naked and everything.”

“Oh my god,” Dom said as he put his face in his hands. “That is hilarious…”

He started laughing, almost uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. I wasn’t sure yet what was actually funny, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

“No,” he finally said when he caught his breath, “we’re not gay, dude. We were showing each other our birth marks!”

“Your what?” I said.

“Our birth marks!” he shouted, shaking his head in amazement. “We both have birth marks next to our balls! We were showing each other!”

“Oh my god…” I said under my breath. “It was just pseudo-gay broey jokes and shit... And when I saw you bend over and put your face in his crotch… you were just… looking up close.”

“Yeah…” he said, almost like he felt bad for me.

“Wait,” I said, “why did you hook up with me then??”

“Ummm,” he said, like it was obvious, “you just got on your knees and sucked my dick. I’m not gonna turn down a blowjob!”

I sort of smiled. In a way, it was perfect. I had gotten everything I wanted, really. I got to suck his dick, and he took control and used me like a toy, and I still get to be his friend. It’s not a full relationship, but it’s still hot.

“I can’t believe that just happened…” I said, shaking my head.

“Wait,” he said, like he had just realized something, “If you’re gay, do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”