Scotty - Stress Relief

I just finished my last exam before everyone heads off for the holiday break, so of course, I was looking to blow off some steam. I am not out yet, but not for any reason other than my not being ready yet. I run in very jock-bro circles, playing all the sports I can, but the guys I hang with… just would treat me differently if they knew I liked other guys. Not in a way that I should tell them to fuck off, but more in a way where they wouldn’t know how to act around me, and a part of me is afraid they’d stop calling me to play with them if they knew. So, I haven’t come out yet. Maybe if I found someone I could date for more than a month, then I would tell everyone, but that hasn’t happened yet.

I have a few guys I like to hook up with that are DL, so I hit them up. They all responded, letting me know they’ve all left for the holiday but want to get some ass from me when they get back.

Whatever.

I got on Grindr, where I have a blank profile and a few guys I’ve hooked up with more than once who always pop up when I log on. They haven’t made it from Grindr to my phone yet for one reason or another. One of them is Cyrus.

Cyrus is graduating this spring. He’s on that five-year plan after changing his major a few times and needing to take on extra credits to meet his requirements. He’s not great in bed, but he has a really nice dick and a killer body. He's not a traditionally handsome guy, but he has an Adam Driver thing going on that I like. He played basketball in high school and has kept his body in great shape. I asked him why he doesn’t play pickup around the school; he said he used to until he sucked off a guy on the DL after a game, and things got awkward to the point of the guy getting aggressive with him, so he stopped going.

Of course, as soon as I signed in, Cyrus hit me up.

Cyrus: Looking?

Sex with Cyrus is always just blah. He has potential, but both times I let him fuck me, he didn’t quite ring my bell,l and I don’t know why. I thought about saying no, or telling him I was busy until later just so I could look around and get some dick from someone else.

Me: Yeah, u?

Cyrus: Yeah, I’m just getting back to my dorm. My roommate left for Christmas already, if you want to come by. I need to shower real quick, though.

Me: Yeah, I do too. I’ll swing through in an hour?

Cyris: dope 💦

I took care of business, which is hard in the dorm bathrooms, but the handicap stalls have sinks in them if you can get in one. Then I took a quick shower.

I put on grey sweatpants, red and green plaid boxers, a white T-shirt, and a hoodie with the school logo on it. I was already running later than the hour we agreed on, but whatever, he’ll wait.

Cyrus opened the door wearing only a pair of white Hanes boxer briefs that showed off his fit body and impressive bulge. “Scotty,” he grinned, letting me in and locking the door behind me.

I’m 6’1, and he has a few inches on me and at least 20 lbs of muscle to go with those extra inches. He pulled me in for a kiss, his tongue probing my mouth as his hands slipped under my hoodie and shirt, feeling my lats around my back, then down into my boxers to massage my ass. I moaned into his mouth, letting him pull me into him, my hard dick grinding into his bulge. He’s got a solid 8” with a decent girth, so I brought a small bottle of poppers with me. I learned my lesson the last time; I walked funny for a week.

He pushed my pants and boxers down to my ankles as he dropped down to suck my dick. His mouth may not be the most attractive, but fuck me; he knows how to swallow a cock.

“Mmm, fuck that’s it,” I whispered as I started fucking his throat with my 7” cut dick. Holding his head and treating him like the sexual plaything he is. I love how ambitious he is about sucking dick, but he has a hilariously strong gag reflex, and I love hearing him struggle to take my dick.

I only let him suck it for a few minutes before I pulled him back up and yanked his underwear down. I love watching his meaty cock spring free, and even more, I love the sound he makes when I take him into my throat, and that’s just what I did.

“Oh shit Scotty, I love your mouth. Holy fuck,” his knees buckled slightly as I went down to the root. He gripped my hair tight in his fingers as he tried to control my movements, but he was too wrapped up in the pleasure to really stop me.

I’ve been sucking dick for about six years now, so I know how to control my gag reflex and how to get a guy like Cyrus to the edge quickly. Most importantly, I know when to pull off so he doesn’t nutt too quickly. Guys like Cyrus will tell you they can bust more than once in a hookup, but then they can’t get it up after they let that first one fly. So I’ve learned that if I want to get fucked, I need to keep him on the edge, and Cyrus was giving off the telltale signs. His cock was getting thicker, his precum was flowing so quickly it was coating my mouth, his breathing was getting haggard, and he was bending his knees and clenching his ass like he was trying to force his prostate to pop his nuts, so I pulled off.

“Oh fuck,” he panted. I stood and kissed him, slowly jerking his dick. “That felt so good,” he kissed me back.

I pushed him onto the bed. I reached into the pocket of my hoodie, pulled out my little bottle of RUSH, and then yanked my hoodie off, my shirt with it, stepping out of the sweats and boxers and climbing onto his thighs. I put the little brown bottle next to my calf, then put my dick along his, stroking us together and getting another moan from him.

“That feels so good,” he mumbled.

I stroked us a little longer, then reached over to his lowest desk drawer, where he kept his goodies. I pulled out the little box and pulled the lube out, squirting a healthy amount on both of our dicks, and continued jerking. He reached up and took over, letting me take a hit off the poppers and start to relax under his touch. Then I added more lube to our dicks, a little to my hole, slipping a finger in as the poppers took their hold over my brain and allowed me to relax around my biggest finger.

He kept stroking us, and I took another hit off the poppers. This one really got me horny for his dick, and he could tell. He pulled me forward, and we started kissing. Shifting my hips so his cock was behind me and teasing my hole, I let him rub the head around my ring and get it wet with his copious precum. I loved having my hole eaten; getting it teased was a close second. One more hit of poppers, and I felt my hole try to suck his dick in, and we both moaned.

I reached over to the little box and pulled out his smaller box of condoms, shaking it and then holding it upside down, “Umm…do you have more condoms?” I felt the poppers really rolling over me and his hot fire poker leaking more precum onto my hole.

He held his cock with his right hand, tapping it on my hole, gripping my thigh with his other hand, and bit his lip, “I…if the box is empty, I don’t have any.”

I let my spinning head fall back dramatically, “Fuuuuck.” I let out a sigh and sifted my weight up a bit to disconnect my ass from his dick. I started slowly stroking my dick again.

“I”m down to fuck you bare if you don’t have one,” he offered.

The way he phrased it was funny to me, and I chuckled. “That’s generous of you,” I shook my head. “I don’t fuck bare. I’m not on PrEP, and I’m not trying to catch anything,” I said, shifting my weight so the root of his dick was between my ass cheeks as I stroked my dick.

“I don’t have anything, man; I got tested after Thanksgiving break,” he said, flailing his arms around to grab his phone, typing in a passcode furiously, and pulling up his test results. “See, all clear,” he said.

My vision is blurry from the poppers and horniness. I pretended to read it but really didn’t even try, closing it out and setting it on the bed next to him. I leaned in and kissed him, and he immediately grabbed his dick and started pressing it against my hole.

“Mmmm,” I broke our kiss and shifted up off his cock a little. “I don’t think we should.”

“But…I’m safe,” there was a tone that was needing and desperate to cum. I was right there with him, but I only play safe.

“I know, so am I,” I tried to connect the dots for him without killing the mood. I still wanted to cum, “but I don’t fuck without condoms.” I rubbed his chest with one hand and stroked myself with the other hand, grinding on his cock with my ass to get some pleasure from his cock.

He nodded, understanding, grabbing the lube and adding some to his dick, and started stroking himself against my ass. “Mmm, that feels good,” I whispered, rocking my hips forward a little so he could tease my hole as I beat off.

He jerked his big cock up and down, slick with lube. He wiggled the tip at my hole, giving us both a little something extra with each stroke. I kept rocking gently against it, just trying to get that pleasure I get when a guy eats out my hole, and I jerk off, and the flexing of my thighs and ass muscles, as I do, is really helping me get turned on and ready for him to push in. I reached down and grabbed my poppers, taking a deep hit, then another. Quickly capping it and going to town on my dick, pushing myself closer to orgasm. Instinctively I rocked against his cock a little harder. Slick with lube, I felt the head pop in and heard him moan, my head falling back from the pleasure of my outer ring stretching around his fat head. “Fuuuck,” I moaned and slowly pulled myself up off of him. Both of us let out a breath of disappointment.

We kept stroking him against my ass and me against his abs. My left hand held me up by pushing on his chest so I could get the right angle to let him keep the head at my entrance as he continued to stroke his cock, getting just enough added pleasure to make this trip worth it.

“God, I want to fuck you,” He mumbled, looking up at me and pounding his dick hard enough that his fist was tapping my ass on the up-stroke, simulating the feeling I get when a guy is balls deep in me and his hips slam against my ass.

“Mmm…fuck, me too,” I shook my head no as I pounded my own dick harder and faster.

He rocked his hips up a little, and the head added a little more pressure to my hole but didn’t go in.

“Fuck that feels good,” I said.

“Yeah?” He added a little more pressure, “Can I put the head in?” He pushed up a little harder; my hole started sucking him in again.

“Mmmm, just…just for a second,” I told him, holding my ass in place as his helmet gently pushed into my outer ring. Fuck, the heat of his cock, the stiffness, the softness of the skin, it all felt so good; I needed more, but I know better.

His hand came up, and he shook my little bottle of poppers, taking a hit and then holding it under my nose. I took a deep hit, then another on the other side. He watched as the rush came over me, and he pushed on my chest, gently forcing me to sit up straight, taking away the weight I had on his chest, and it pushed me back onto his cock. I felt my ass opening up to accept his girth and a few more inches. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I groaned, feeling his head rub over my prostate.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, then rocked his hips up into me, pushing another inch in, past the resistance and into my guts.

I kept sliding down his shaft until I felt my hands having to reach back to his thighs to rebalance myself; all 8 of his rock-hard inches were inside me, touching my most delicate skin with his skin. I let out a long breath, “Mmm…ok, wait, fuck,” I mumbled, trying to think, trying to get less pleasure from his dick. It felt so good, so much better than the last two times he fucked me. So much harder, warmer, less friction than I’ve ever experienced as a dick touched me so deep inside. I felt his cock flex inside me as he ran his hands up my thighs to my waist.

“Jesus, Scotty, you’re so tight,” he gripped my waist and gently rocked his hips up, hitting inside me just a little deeper.

“Mmm…wait, Cy, I can’t…”

He sat up, kissing my chest, “Mmm, yes, you can,” he kissed me several times between my pecs.

I leaned down and kissed him, still trying to hold my ass in place on his dick, not pulling off but not giving in either, just trying to process.

“I can pull out before I bust if you want,” He said, kissing my neck and rocking his dick up into me.

“Ungh, fuck…ok, yeah, just pull out when you’re ready to cum, ok?”

He nodded furiously, licking and sucking on my clavicle, stifling a moan as he held my hips tight and rocked up into me, and poked into my guts in the most pleasurable way possible.

I scooped up the poppers and took another hit, letting myself enjoy it as he rocked up into me. Then, I started rocking back and forth on his massive tool. “Mmmm, yeah,” I moaned, or maybe it was him, but fuck, it felt so good. His cock was scratching that itch inside me, and I relaxed onto him. Lifting my ass slightly and then riding back down his pole. I started stroking my dick again, riding his and making sure my prostate was being massaged constantly by his girth as his head kept poking in and out of my inner hole. The gentlest pounding was intense and driving me insane. “Oh my God, Cy, your dick feels so good,” I groaned, leaning back and holding myself up with my left hand as my right hand stroked me into another realm of pleasure.

He groaned, holding tighter to my hips, thrusting up harder and faster into me. “I’m not going to last long,” he warned.

I nodded, “Don’t cum yet; I’m getting close,” I told him as I rocked in time with his thrusting.

He grunted and moaned, holding me tighter, “I don’t know if I can.”

I sat forward, putting my hand back on his chest, and rode his dick some more, grinding my ass on his hips as I furiously stroked my dick. “Fuck, I’m so close, fuck me,” I told him.

“Me too, I’m gonna cum,” he said.

I was blind with pleasure; I felt his cock swelling inside me as I continued rocking and stroking.

“Fuck, Scotty, I’m cumming,” he nearly shouted.

His cock swelled inside me, twitching, and as I rode up and down on him, I felt how slick his cock was with warmth and wetness. I felt his cock head slip into my inner ring without resistance or friction of any kind, and my guts were warming like a heater turned on inside me. The pleasure was overwhelming. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, gripping my dick tighter on the next stroke, my balls tightening, my ass tightened around his cock as I continued to ride him, “Fuck,” I groaned and felt my prostate swell against his cock, pushing me over the edge. “Ungh,” I groaned as my orgasm shot through my body, stealing pleasure from his orgasm; my load shot out onto his chest, three then four volleys of cum coating him in more jiz than I had ever shot before. My mind was melting as my balls kept clenching, and the slightest twitch of his cock inside me made me shoot another blast of cum onto his abs, then another.

I came down hard on his dick, leaning back and stroking out the last few drops of my load as I caught my breath. “Fuck, that felt good,” I huffed.

He chuckled, catching his breath, “You’re telling me.”

His words hit me like a brick of post-nut clarity that I just let a guy I barely know fuck me and cum inside me. “Fuck,” I huffed, sitting upright, slowly lifting my ass off his softening cock until all of his inches and some of his cum plopped out of my hole. I dismounted him slowly and stood on the ground. I waddled over to where he had a stack of napkins from fast food and the food hall, using a few of them to wipe the cum off my ass. I quickly dressed, watching him still catching his breath. His bare, deflated dick glistened in the overhead light. “I have to get back,” I told him.

He grinned at me. “Ok,” he said, holding up his hand, my bottle of poppers between his fingers. I snatched them up and left quickly.

My dorm is a ten-minute walk from his, giving me time to breathe fresh, cold air and clear my head. This was the kind of thing that would generally make me spiral, but even though I didn’t read what he showed me on his phone, I felt kind of calm because of how willing he was to show it to me. I got back to my dorm and took a long, hot shower. As the warm water cascaded down my skin, I thought about Cyrus blasting off inside me. The details of it burned into my brain, and I felt myself getting hard again. I hadn’t heard anyone else come into the showers, so I decided to stroke myself off real quick. It didn’t take long. Knowing his load was still inside me had me humping my hips, riding an imaginary dick, and I shot my load out into the shower stall. It was not nearly as big of a load as earlier, but it was the last tap of ball draining I needed to really be finished for the night.

I drove back to my family home for the holidays. While I still plan to play safe, I did take “condoms only” off my profile and set up an appointment with the school clinic to try and get on PrEP as soon as I get back…just in case.