Dillon - Part IX - Acceptence

Elliot really grew on me. After I broke up with LeeAnne and became a free agent, I thought I would be a man about town, or at least the king of the frat house, because I was a senior living in the house. No, the universe had other plans for me, and a one-time turned two-time hookup with Elliot became a regular thing.

Even when we had parties at the house, it was as if blinders went up, and I couldn’t see anyone, male or female, to hook up with because I just kept checking my phone to see if Elliot texted. As if he could read my mind, I would always have a steamy message from him, and it kept me coming back for more every chance I got. I would be playing flip cup with the guys in the kitchen, and then between rounds, I’d be reading texts where he would be telling me how bad he needed to get his dick inside me. I didn’t stand a chance once my hormones kicked in, and as the nights went on, I always found myself waiting for the “come over” text to come through. It always did, and I always went over.

The sex was always incredible. Drunk or sober, Elliot knew exactly how to get me off, and our sex quickly ramped up from twice a month to a weekly thing, and I still wanted…no, needed more. 

After a few weeks of consistent sex with him, I realized we had become more than fuck buddies. We started going out to dinners, then back to his place for sex. Then it was dinner and a movie, then back to his place for sex. It really hit me that we were more than friends when I started getting bold, inviting him to the frat parties and sneaking him up to my room so I could have my cake and eat it too. 

We always played safe, and he insisted we keep an open dialogue about sex. He understood that, as a bisexual guy, I might have needs he couldn’t fulfill for me; he just asked that I be honest and upfront with him about any other partners I might have and that he would do the same.

It was closing in on Valentine’s Day when we had our most honest conversation about “what are we doing?” “Are we in a relationship?” “Where is this going?” All of which could’ve been answered by the fact that I asked him if we were going to be each other’s Valentine. Alas, the conversation needed to be had. Afterward, and finally having cleared the air, we went back to his place with the expectation of steamy sex. 

We returned to his place after catching “Little Miss Sunshine” at the theater, and I already had my jacket and shoes off, shucked my hoodie and jeans, and slipped under the covers of his bed as I waited for him to join me. He came back from the bathroom and saw me in his bed, beaming his sexy smile at me and quickly stripped down to a t-shirt and his briefs, jumping onto the bed, his longer body covered mine, and the blanket had me pinned as he sloppily and hastily covered me in kisses from the neck up. Sticking his tongue in my ear as if it were a torture technique, I squirmed and laughed at his dumb ass until I threatened to scream for help from his roommates.

“Nobody’s home but us,” he grinned. “No one can hear you scream,” he waggled his eyebrows at me.

I did a quick maneuver, rolling him up in his own blanket and trapping him with a grunt, “Or you,” I said with a grin. He grunted under me, struggling to get free from his fancy blanket. I playfully humped him through the layers of comforter and whispered, “Mmmm, maybe it’s time I top you for a change.”

“Ungh…no fucking way,” he groaned, rolling himself even more into the blanket, but rolling me into the folds with him, trapping us both, his weight on top of mine.

“Ahhh…ok, ok, you win, I can’t breathe,” I struggled. “Let me out!”

He chuckled, “Only if I get to fuck you,” he said.

“Fine, fine, whatever you want,” I said.

He laughed, rolling off of me and out of the blanket. “Anything I want?” His ask was weighted, and I was slow on the pickup as he climbed on top of me. Tangling his legs in mine and grinding his hardening bulge against my ass through my underwear, spreading my legs with his torso as he leaned into me and kissed my neck with that tenderness I’ve grown to love. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a soft moan. “What I want is to fuck you bare,” he suggested between kisses.

I moaned and let out a chuckle. “I thought we agreed to use condoms,” I reminded him, running my hand up his neck, my fingers slipping into his soft hair as he reached down, grabbing my underwear and yanking them off my ass, exposing my hole to him, but leaving my dick trapped in the pouch.

“Mmmm, yeah, but you said I could have anything I want,” he gave me a peck on the lips as he shifted, pushing the front of his underwear down below his balls, his big dick was rock hard and he started aiming the tip right at my hole, smearing a drop of precum on the brown eye as he teased my opening and pulled a gentle moan from my lips. He started kissing his way down my cheek to my ear, where he whispered, “Don’t you want to feel my cock in you?”

We’ve been pushing the line of what is and isn’t safe for a few weeks now. In mid-January, he started holding off on putting the condom on until we were both so turned on he would be able to push into my ass with little resistance. In that foreplay, though, he would occasionally pop his head into my hole, teasing me with the silkiness of his skin, stretching my hole. He even got a few inches in the last time we fucked drunk, and I had to remind him to wrap it up before we continued. 

I could feel him adding pressure to my hole, and that silkiness of his mushroom head was so warm and smooth I could feel my last line of defense start to cave and try to let him in. “Mmm, yeah, but what about…” I started to say, clenching my hole just as I felt the tip opening it up.

He sat upright, pulling his shirt off, showing me his sexy cut body as he flexed and tossed the shirt over the edge of the bed, cutting me off. He looked into my eyes, saying, “Dillon, I’m not having sex with anyone but you. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since that first time we hooked up.” Then his grin grew, showing all of his teeth as he thumped my hole with the length of his meaty cock and added, “Which, you let me fuck you bare…and cum inside you that night,” he said as though it was an unspoken agreement that he should be allowed to do it again if he’s done it before. He slips his hands under my t-shirt and pulls it off for me.

I took a deep breath, knowing I hadn’t had sex with anyone but him, but it was also not quite what I would consider a “safe to go without condoms” length of time in a relationship. Then again, LeeAnne and I ditched the condoms in a shorter amount of time…but it’s different. “Yeah, I was drunk,” I countered, pulling my underwear all the way off and letting my legs spread wider and rest on his thighs. I started stroking my dick, determined to get off while drinking in his hot body.

He lay flat on top of me, the warmth of his body radiating into mine as he kissed me again, “I think we have some vodka in the freezer.” He humped into me, his dick sliding down between my ass cheeks and over my hole toward the mattress.

I laughed and moaned at that, “Mmm…I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said, kissing my neck and grinding his dick in my crack.

“Mmmm…I want to be safe,” I pushed back, but feeling my convictions crumbling with each pass of that dick over my hole.

He groaned and kept kissing my neck, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we grind against each other. He gave my hole another subtle jab, to which I clenched and denied him access, and he groaned, breaking our kiss. He sat up, grabbing my legs under the knee, and pushed them up toward my head. He dipped down and started licking my hole. Not just a test lick, but a full, flat tongue tasting of my pucker. “Mmmm, fuck,” I moaned softly, grabbing my legs and holding them up for him as I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole for his tongue to push in and lick my anal walls. I don’t know how he did it, but he never used the same technique twice when he’d eat my ass. Every time, it was like he knew exactly when to lick and when to plunge deep, reading my body language like he had some sort of doctorate in ass-eating, and an expert in unlocking my hole with his tongue and lips. “Oh God, that feels good,” I groaned, tossing my head from side to side.

“Roll onto your stomach,” he requested, and I quickly threw my leg over his head and was on my stomach with my ass out for him to continue eating. He dove back in, now using his hands to really spread my cheeks apart as I grind my leaking cock into his bed sheets.

“Mmmm, Jesus, Elliot,” I moaned as I clenched and unclenched my hole around his tongue. I felt like I could taste colors and see sound. I arched my ass up to give him more access, but he pulled his mouth from my wet hole, and I felt him drool onto my hole and used his dick to smear it into my pucker. I was already relaxed, so his spit-slicked cock head only needed the gentlest push to slip right into my ring, and we both moaned. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, knowing he just popped the tip in raw.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he whispered, gripping my ass cheeks and gently rocking his cock up and down in my hole. I felt my chute loosen for him, practically begging his cock to push a few inches into me before he hit resistance. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he moaned as he held a third of his cock in my hole, waiting for me to tell him to pull out or push in.

“Mmmm…you need lube,” I mumbled into the pillow I grabbed to wrap my arms around so I didn’t clench my hole.

“Yeah, I have it,” he leaned over to his nightstand and popped the cap open. He squirt it onto his shaft, pulling out and just resting the tip on my pucker as the cool liquid dribbled down his cock and funneled into my hole. He smeared it up and down his shaft, jerking himself on my hole, then squirt another dollop onto my pucker and started working his head into my hole. “Is this ok?” He asked, a desperation in his voice.

I could tell how badly he wanted to fuck raw, and I wanted it too, but I was still concerned about the safety issue. “Yeah,” I whispered, “I trust you,” I said a little less convincingly, arching my ass up for him to continue pushing in.

He lay on my back, sliding his arms under my armpits and gripping onto my shoulders, his head falling next to mine as he pulled himself deeper into my hole. I groaned at the quick, deep entry as he let out a sigh of relief at the same time. I turned my head as far as I could, and he pressed his deeper into the pillow so we could kiss as he gently dug deeper into me. His dick felt harder than ever, and thicker than ever as he did his gentle deep strokes, inching out and back in as he moaned into my mouth. Breaking our kiss only to whisper, “Baby, this feels so good.”

He pushed himself up on his elbows and started pulling his cock out, about half of his eight inches, then gently pushing back in until the head hit that wall deep inside me. I was already rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to feel that pre-cum slicked cock head penetrate me the way he did that first night. I forgot how good it feels to have him inside me like this. “Mmmm, fuck…fuck me,” I moaned into the pillow, feeling a little slutty, having never really moaned those words to anyone before.

He felt my need, and quickly snaked his hips out and back into me, even silkier now with the precum lubing me up he leaks like a faucet when he’s getting close, and even though it usually takes him a while to get close with a condom on, I could tell he was already holding back. I was torn between asking him to pull out or push in, but when he shifted his legs wider over mine and started digging deeper, he pushed into my guts, breaking through that wall, and we both groaned. “Oh fuck,” he panted, thrusting faster and deeper.

“Ungh…that feels so good,” I mumbled into the pillow, arching my ass even more.

“So good,” he mumbled, planting a kiss on the back of my neck, then resting back down on my back. “Fuck, I’m close,” he mumbled in my ear, catching his breath and holding his dick in place just an inch shy of buried.

I reached an arm up, holding the back of his head and letting my hand slip down to his warm neck, feeling his pulse pumping with each breath. “Feel good?” I asked, knowing the answer as I used all my strength to arch my ass up and get another tiny bit of his cock into me.

He trembled from my ass gripping him and let out a chuckle along with the warning, “I’m close, don’t move.”

I took that as a challenge and started massaging his cock with my ass as I moaned under him. A part of me wanted to make it last, but I can’t help but get an incredible rush from the power I have over him when he’s this close to orgasm.

He kissed my neck and started slowly pulling his cock from me, then pushed back in slowly, “Oh fuck, you feel good. You love my dick, don’t you?” He panted in my ear as he pushed back into my guts.

“Ungh…fuck, yeah,” I groaned and arched my ass up so hard he had to slam into me to get me flat on the bed again.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” He warned again, slamming into me again. He wrapped his arms tight around me and put his lips to my ear, “You want my cum?” I moaned, and he slammed into my ass again. “Huh? You want it?” He started giving me half strokes, his dick swelling thicker with each pump.

“MmmHmm,” I managed to moan as his cock slid over my prostate and right into my guts, making me gasp with pleasure.

“Tell me you want it,” he panted in my ear, picking up the pace. “Tell me you want me to cum inside you, baby,” he insisted, clearly struggling to hold off his orgasm.

“MmmmHmmm,” I moaned in affirmation as he pumped harder into me. I arched my ass, spreading my legs a little to get even more cock.

He nibbled my ear, his breath coming in strangled waves, “I’m about to cum, baby,” he warned.

I reached backward, grabbing his ass with both hands and mumbled, “cum in me,” as I strained at his girth, stretching my insides to fit his cock, which had never been so hard or thick in all of our previous fuck sessions. “Cum in me,” I whispered a little louder on a down stroke, and it came out like a bitch in a porno.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” He held me tight, giving me a few half thrusts, deep into my guts, then held on the last one, and I felt his dick twitching from the base to the tip. The warmth of his load blasting into my guts as he throbbed was a new level of intimacy, a quick moment of ecstasy as he unloaded and then relaxed on my back as he caught his breath. Every clench of my hole around his cock made him tremble on top of me, like a super power, or his Kryptonite…I’m not sure. “That felt so good,” he mumbled and kissed my neck one more time before slowly pulling out and rolling off of me.

I quickly rolled onto my back and started stroking my cock. The sense memory of his eight inches deep inside me had me on the edge in just a few strokes, but when he rolled onto his side, sliding his right hand up my leg and below my already tightening balls so he could slip his middle and index finger into my cummy hole, it sent me into the stratosphere. “Oh fuck,” my breath caught. He pushed deeper into me, the sound of my hand flying up and down my shaft and his fingers squelching his load around inside my hole was bouncing around the room. I didn’t care; I spread my legs wider so his fingers could get deeper. “I’m close,” I warned.

“Mmm, I can feel my load inside you,” he breathed into my ear.

That was it, it triggered my inner slut, and my balls drew up tight. “Ungh,” I grunted, my muscles clenching and lifting my back off the mattress as I shot spurt after spurt of molten hot cum onto my abs. Elliot kept fingering my hole until every drop of cum shot out of my balls, and I collapsed back down onto the mattress. “Fuck,” I huffed, catching my breath. I closed my eyes and heard a quiet chuckle come from Elliot as he slowly slid his cum covered fingers from my hole. “That was intense,” I grinned, covering my eyes as I relaxed in the afterglow of my orgasm.

“Let me get a towel,” he said, getting up and going to the bathroom.

He came back a minute later with a damp washcloth, taking his time to clean the cum off my torso, then reaching below my balls to wipe any cum that leaked out of my ass. I just let out a deep breath. I knew there was no going back after this.

Once we slipped our underwear back on and he climbed back under the covers with me, we had another chat about safety. We agreed that we could continue having hot, raw sex as long as we agreed to be exclusive. He told me he was happy to be exclusive, but that he needed me to consider telling people about my sexuality. At least close friends to start, and then work my way up to my family.

It took a while; I waited until after graduation to start telling people. I probably would’ve waited longer, but he had a job offer in NYC, and when he asked me to move with him, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. The only stipulation was that I had to tell my family. He said he didn’t want to be my “dirty little secret” and didn’t like me introducing him as “my friend.” I totally understood and told my family about us. To say they were shocked would be an understatement, but they came around. As they got to know Elliot, they became very supportive. Though I think for a while they just looked at us as friends who sometimes kiss, they probably would’ve murdered Elliot if they knew he was breeding me regularly.