Chris - Just The Tip

I had finished my freshmen year of college out in LA, and Summer vacation was in full swing. I was home with family upstate New York. I spent most of my days working out, mostly running or swimming, and just trying to turn boredom and frustration into something positive like I was taught to do. My grades had slipped a bit in the spring semester, and I was going to have to work hard to get my GPA back up. My scholarship was on the line, and I wasn’t enjoying LA as much as I had hoped.

My parents naturally flipped over the drop in grades. Between that tension at home, the heat of the summer, and my hormones in full swing with no release, I was at warning levels of frustration. It was doing great things for my body, though. I was already in good shape, and this trimming down just increased my muscle visibility and made me feel good about myself.

When my parents packed up the car for a road trip to visit our family in the south, I bailed on that trip, claiming I wanted the time to get ahead of the required reading for next semester. I didn’t study at all, but the thought of a road trip just took me back to my last road trip, where I got fucked for the first time and how amazing it felt. This just made me that much more horny, this time for sex with a guy, and I was trying to avoid that since…I’m not gay.

But..I can be straight and still get a blowjob from a guy; at least, that’s what I told myself when I hopped on my phone and redownloaded Grindr to take a look around. The options were not great; most of the profiles were blank, including mine, so it was a slow process, and it really didn’t help my mood or sexual frustration.

I hit up my friend Andrew, who had stayed in town and skipped college to work at the Home Depot and sell weed on the side. I use the term “friend” loosely.

Me: Hey man, I’m in town, do you think you could hook me up?

Andrew: Duuude, I didn’t know you were back, of course! I’m at work right now.

Me: Swing by when you’re out?

Andrew: You got cash?

Me: Of course.

Andrew: I’ll be around after 8.

It was closing in on 5 pm, so I went out for a run. There’s a nice trail in the woods behind my parent's house that has a few splits; one takes you to the grocery store, another to the Home Depot, the other to the High School, and then it loops around to the other houses in the area. If you take the most extended loop, it’s a solid 7 miles. Somewhere around mile 5, I was sweaty as fuck and getting tired. I took off my shirt, tucked it into the waistband of my short running shorts, and checked my phone while keeping a brisk walk.

Andrew texted about ten minutes ago: I’m actually going to be done soon. They don’t need me to stay for closing. 

Me: Ok, I’m out for a run but should be back before you, if not, let yourself in.

I picked up the pace and managed to make good time for the last two miles home. Andrew’s beat-up old Honda was in the driveway when I got there. I walked in to find him nowhere obvious.

“Bro, you here?” I yelled into the empty house.

A distant “in your room” came from upstairs.

I walked in to find him at my desk, turning a coke can into a bong.

“I can’t believe we have to do this like high school kids,” he laughed.

“Fuck you dude, where’s yours?” I tossed my sweat-covered shirt at him and kicked off my shoes.

“Ugh, nasty dude,” he tossed it onto the floor. “I forgot you’re too much of a pussy to have your own; I would’ve stopped by my place and got mine,” he laughed his husky, somewhat nasal laugh. Andrew isn’t a big guy, but he has the voice of a big guy. It’s very deep and loud.

“I’m going to rinse off,” I said, dropping my shorts and briefs right in front of him. Letting my dick swing and get air. He had his back to me, so he didn’t notice.

I took a quick shower and toweled off, wrapping the towel around my waist. 

Back in the bedroom, Andrew had finished the makeshift bong and already tested it out. “Damn, bro, open a window,” I laughed and closed the door, then opened the window to keep the smell from going all over the house.

“You better drop that towel by the door if you really want to keep the smoke in,” he both said as a joke but also a good tip.

I went and got a clean pair of neon orange Calvin Klein briefs and slipped them on under my towel. Once my dick was tucked in, I took the towel and tossed it by the door.

“You want a hit?” he handed me the can.

“Fuck yes,” I took the can and lit it up. Took a long hit and started to cough a little, not as bad as my first time but enough for him to laugh at me.

“Fucking virgin,” he joked.

“Fuck you dude; I’m not a virgin anything,” I laughed, feeling the weed start to take over my body. I took another hit and only coughed once, then passed it back to him.

I looked at my phone, I had no messages, but someone had tapped me on Grindr. I quickly made sure Andrew couldn’t see my phone and opened it to see who it was. The profile was blank, and it didn’t say how far away he was. It did, however, say he was 6’, 170lbs, and 19. I looked at Andrew; he was maybe 5’10, could easily be 170 lbs, mostly muscle from baseball and manual labor, and definitely 19. But I didn’t think he would be down to clown around. He’s too much of a bro. Also, I didn’t have a type, but I never found him attractive. I could see why people would find him attractive, but he didn’t make my dick twitch. 

“It’s so hot in here,” Andrew said, blowing smoke in my direction.

“Yeah, the parents told me not to run the AC except at night,” I said, lying on my bed, feeling the comforter's fabric cool my exposed skin.

My phone buzzed. I looked at it. A message from the guy now read, “Zero feet away." I looked up from my phone to see a grin on Andrew's face.

“I had a feeling that was you,” he joked, passing me the can.

My heart started to race, and suddenly, I felt uncomfortable; just in my underwear, I felt vulnerable. I took a long hit off the can and then passed it back.

“So you’re what… into guys now?” he asked with a somewhat accusatory tone in his voice.

“Fuck you, dude, you're on there too,” I said, slightly on the defense.

“Yeah, but I go on there to get free blowys, not to get pounded in the ass,” he laughed.

I felt my face get red; I rolled onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows so I could look at him. “Me neither, I mean, I don’t go on there to get pounded in the ass.” I quickly opened my profile to make sure it didn't say anything to the contrary, it didn't.

Andrew looked at me, “Yeah, right, dude, you’re going to look me in the eye and tell me you’ve never let a guy fuck you?”

I looked him in the eye, and the words wouldn’t come out, ”I…um.”

He laughed, “That's what I thought,” he leaned forward and gave me a smack on the ass. He sat back on the rolly desk chair, more casual now, manspreading, and adjusted himself in his jeans. “No judgment from me, man; how you get off is nobody’s business.” He then lit up and took another rip.

“I only did it once,” I lied.

He held up his hands, “You don’t have to explain it to me; you like what you like.” A grin spreading across his face.

“Whatever, fuck you, dude,” I shot back at him and planted my face in the pillow.

“So…” he said.

I didn’t lift my head; I knew what he was going to say, “No,” I mumbled into the pillow, feeling his eyes on my nearly naked body.

“Oh, come on, man, why not?” he whined.

I lifted my head to make sure he heard me clearly, “I told you, it’s not really my thing,” then I buried my face again.

“Yeah, but help your boy out,” he laughed. “I’m zero feet away, practically already inside you,” he joked.

I laughed at that, “Nah, man, it would be weird, and I haven’t had nearly enough weed to make it not weird,” I tried to deflect.

“I don’t have stronger weed with me, but I do have these,” he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and shook it.

I turned my head to look when I heard the sound, which reminded me of the first and only other time I tried poppers.

“You like these?” He asked.

I blushed again, “Bro…” I put my head back on the pillow. “I’m not going to let you fuck me, dude; it would be too awkward.” I forced a chuckle.

I heard him get up off the chair and walk the five steps over to the bed; along the way, I heard his jeans slide down his legs and hit the floor, his belt buckle hit with an audible clank. He straddled my legs; I turned my head to see he was completely naked; his dick was easily 7.5” cut with a small head shaped like a torpedo, rock hard already.

I laughed, “Bro, no…what are you doing?”

“C’mon man, just…let me get in there,” he smacked his dick on my underwear-covered ass.

“Ugh…” I sighed, “It’s just too weird.” I shook my head, face in the pillow.

He laughed, “I mean…I guess, but we’re both horny and hard and naked…it’s…ahgh, frustrating,” he laughed again and grabbed both my ass cheeks and gave them a good squeeze, both his thumbs pressing up between the cheeks and over my hole.

I let out an uncontrollable moan, “Mmm, nah man, no, too weird…it’s you, dude,” I chuckled awkwardly, trying not to enjoy the ass massage he was giving me.

“I know what you mean, and it’s you, you’re my boy…but you also got that nice ass; I might cum just looking at it,” he joked and slowly pulled my briefs down in the back to expose my ass.

“Bro, what are you doing,” I hugged my pillow and popped my head back up to look at him, his dick already glistening with either precum or spit, I’m not sure which.

“Nothing, I just want to see,” he said, pulling my underwear all the way off, with no resistance from me, and spreading my legs, giving my ass a squeeze and pulling the cheeks apart.

“Mmm, dude,” I laughed, “Bro, I’m not going to let you fuck me.”

He handed me the poppers, “Here, take these and let me jerk off over your tight ass.”

I laughed, taking the bottle from him, “If you need to cum that bad.” I took a hit off the poppers, and that incredible rush hit me fast and hard, “oh man…”

Andrew giggled, “They’re strong,” then I felt him rub his head onto my hole. Tapping it and rubbing it around as he stroked himself. “Fuck you got a nice ass, man.”

I took another hit, “you’re welcome to look at it, just don’t cum on me,” I joked.

He spit on my hole, rubbing it into it with his thumb.

“Dude, nasty, what the fuck?”

“Calm down, bro, you want your ass rimmed?” he asked in a low, almost whisper that also sounded like some ultimatum.

I looked back at him, “I’m not going to stop you, that shit feels good.”

He dove tongue-first into my hole. Manhandling my legs and waist into a position so he could get the best access, a soft moan came out of my mouth and into the pillow.

“Fucking tight hole,” he mumbled into my ass as he licked, almost chewed on my hole.

I took another hit of the poppers, feeling my body relax to let his tongue part my ring open. My blood rushed to my dick which was now rock hard and dripping precum into the sheets. “Fuck dude, that feels real good,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider for him, arching my ass up into his mouth. He went even deeper into my now wet hole with his tongue. “Mmm,” I moaned; I didn’t know a tongue could be that long.

He spit and licked and spit some more, using his thumb to gently push the spit into my hole. “Dude, your hole is wanting more,” he teased. Pulling my hips back to his lap, his thick cock tapped my hole.

“Mmm…dude…it’s just too weird, we really shouldn’t,” I did my best to protest, but the heat of his cock made it difficult to sound convincing.

“Feels good, though, right?” He tapped my hole again with the tip of his hard dick, the vibration went into my ass, and I accidentally moaned again.

“Mmm, yeah…but…”

“Let me just rub the tip in then,” he said, spitting on my hole again.

I laughed, “Bro…”

“I’m serious, dude, just let your hole suck on my tip; it’ll make me cum quick and won’t be any more weird than what we're already doing,” I felt him add more spit and more pressure from the head of his cock.

“I don’t want you to cum all over me,” I told him.

“Deal,” he said, immediately shifting his weight into position for penetration.

“Haha, no deal, dude,” then I felt him pushing the tip on my hole, “mmm, bro…”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his head popped into my tight hole.

“Oh fu-ck…” I gasped and winced. Quickly, I took another deep hit of the poppers and then another.

“That’s it, man, it’s just the tip in your tight little ass,” he moaned as I caught my breath and let the poppers do their job.

I was tighter than I thought, his dick felt huge in my hole, and it was just the tip. I felt him pull it out, then push back in, not trying to go deeper as much as he was trying to use that one inch to get himself off, though my hole was slowly allowing a little more than the tip.

“Fuck, dude…” I groaned, clenching the pillow tight as the second inch of his cock made its way into me.

“I know, man,” he strained, “your ass is so tight; you really don’t get fucked often,” he said, with a hint of glee in his voice.

“And you’re not going to fuck me now, right?” I reminded him.

“No, man. I'm just getting a taste…unless you want me to. Do you want more?” he asked, his gravelly voice pleading.

I felt a little more pressure, “Ungh…nah, man,” I said through clenched teeth as my hole clamped on the two inches already invading my outer ring.

“I’m not…” he said and snickered. He leaned over and opened my nightstand, pushing everything around.

“What are you looking for?” I asked, feeling his dick pop out and my ass clench shut like a trap.

“Lube?” He said, frustrated that he could not find any.

“In my other nightstand, with the condoms,” I added for some reason.

He lunged to the other side of the bed and opened the nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of Gun Oil lube, “Yes, this stuff is great! You little perv,” he laughed and started to lube up his dick.

I looked at him, I was too horny to fight what was happening, but I didn’t want him to think I wanted to get fucked…it really was awkward that Andrew even had the tip of his cock in me. I rolled onto my back, and he got back between my legs, stroking his dick with the lube.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

He scooted right up to my ass, rubbing some lube onto my hole, “Bro, you gotta let me fuck you; we’ve gone too far to turn back.” His face was both serious and grinning with pleasure.

I stroked my dick slowly, squeezing a drop of precum out. I looked him in the eyes, “Put on a condom.”

He rolled his eyes, “Really, dude?”

“Really,” I said.

He reached for the condom drawer and pulled one out; as quickly as possible, he started to unroll it on his hard dick. I took two deep hits of the poppers while he rubbed his condom-covered dick up and down my crack searching for my hole, he found it, and he slowly started to push the head back into me with an extra inch on the first thrust.

“Oh shit, ungh, dude, go easy,” I winced.

“Fuck, mmm, bro, yeah…sorry, just take a deep breath and let me in, Chris,” he whispered and then laughed a grumbly smokers laugh.

I took another hit off his poppers; he spread my legs wide and slowly pushed all the way in me with a satisfied moan.

“Oh yeah, man, that’s what I need; that ass is so tight,” he said, bottoming out, holding my hips so I don’t squirm away.

I grunted and hissed, regretting this already as I felt every inch of Andrew's dick sliding into me. It curved up slightly, hitting my button like a heat-seeking missile, “oh fuck” I gasped for air. Arching my body up and almost off his dick. He slowly pulled me back down and pushed himself back into me like I was his toy to use and get off in.

“Bro…you feel so good,” he moaned and leaned in to kiss me, but my instincts didn’t let him, as I turned my head away and he kissed my cheek, then my neck, and laughed a little. “You like my dick in you?”

I didn’t say anything, just a subtle moan. He pulled most of the way out, and then slowly, with both force and control, he pushed all the way back in, stretching my hole around the base of his cock. “Mmm, fuck…” I moaned. I’ve missed this feeling of horny fullness that can only be delivered by a cock inside me.

He kissed my neck, sucking on it, making me squirm and pull him into me. His naked chest against mine, the scent of a man who worked all day in a hardware store, his tongue working my neck while his dick pumped in and out of my hole. I couldn’t help but moan and wrap my legs around his waist.

“Bro, my dick is all the way in you; you feel me stretching your tight fucking hole…fuck, it feels so good, man,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling on it, humping into me.

“Mmmm…yeah…” was all I could say. Running my fingers through my hair a wriggling on the bed to the odd pleasure of being fucked by Andrew, having Andrew's dick slide in and out of my hole for his sexual gratification.

He pushed himself up, his cross necklace dangled on my chest, and then hit my chin as he looked me in the eyes while thrusting. “Do you like it? You like my big dick in you?” He smiled.

I nodded, “Yes,” and he leaned in to kiss me. This time, I accidentally let him. He kissed me hard and arched his hips to hit my prostate with his dick, and I moaned into his mouth and clenched down on his cock. Breaking the kiss, “Oh fuck…fuck that feels so good.” I took another hit of poppers, then another.

He kissed my neck some more, “Do you ever let guys fuck you bareback?”

“Huh?” I asked, feeling that rush run through my body.

Andrew didn’t break his rhythm, “do you ever get fucked bare?” he whispered into my ear and kissed my neck.

“I have, ungh….but I don’t….mmmm,” I managed to say, my head spinning as his cock pegged my prostate again.

He gave me a few hard and short thrusts, his hips clapping against my ass, then slowed back down. “Fuck man, I want to fuck you bare,” he kissed me again.

“Nah, no way, dude,” I shook my head, which was still spinning.

Still thrusting slowly, “C’mon man, it’ll feel so much better, you know it,” he kissed me again.

I laughed, then moaned, feeling his dick rubbing my prostate again, “It already feels good.”

He curled his body into me, gently bottoming out and flexing his muscles, “Mmm...it does, and it will feel even better when my dick feels your skin on it,” he kissed me hard.

“Nah, man, just keep fucking me,” I told him.

“I’m not going to cum like this,” he warned me.

“Fuck, man,” I moaned, “Do you want to try a different position?”

“It’s not the position,” he laughed, “it's the condom. Just let me get a few thrusts in bare…it’ll feel so good for both of us.”

I took another hit of the poppers, then another, as the rush poured over me, “Fine.”

“Yeah?” His tone turned gleeful real quick.

“You better not cum in me,” I said, taking another hit, keeping that rush going.

He pulled out quickly, and the condom came right off with a snap; he spit on his dick and slid it in just as that rush hit its peak, “oh fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting into the hilt.

“Oh fuck, mmm,” I moaned in pleasure, clenching down on his bare cock.

He thrust slowly at first, really enjoying being in me bare, “fuck, bro, that feels so good,” I could see all of his muscles flexing as he stretched to get deep in me.

I clenched my ass around his dick, eliciting another moan from him, and he thrust harder, getting a moan from me.

“You like my dick in you?” he asked again.

“Fuck yeah, dude, it feels so good,” I said breathlessly as I started to really jerk my dick between us, my ass enjoying every thrust. “Fuck, that feels good,” I said in an almost whisper, feeling myself get closer to orgasm.

He kissed me, “Yeah, you like feeling my dick in you, my precum all up in you; tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels so fucking good; I’m getting close,” I warned him, pounding my dick as I watched him slide in and out of me. Andrew was grinning as he watched me watch his bare dick disappear into my ass.

“Fuck bro, cum for me, make me cum,” he said, picking up the pace.

A few harder thrusts from him, and I was ready to blow, “fuck dude, I’m gonna - cum,” I said, feeling my body start to tighten and relax as my balls churned.

“Me too, bro; you want me to cum in you?” he asked, his thrust getting erratic, his cock swelling inside me, pushing me over the edge.

“I’m cumming,” I said, clenching my ass on his cock and rocketing cum from my dick, hitting my chest, his chest, and pooling in my abs, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck….” I jerked and spasmed, my hole twitching on his cock as he continued to thrust harder through my orgasm.

“I’m gonna blow, dude; you want it inside or out?” He thrust and swelled noticeably larger inside me.

“Uh…out,” I tried to say, my head spinning as my body continued to twitch through my orgasm.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he said with the last thrust that unloaded deep inside me. “Fuu - uuck,” he trembled, pushing in deeper and harder than before and then collapsing on me. “Oh fuck, dude,” he panted, “I couldn’t pull out,” he huffed, a slight laughter to his huff, “it just…you just felt so good….fuck,” he groaned and flexed his muscles as his orgasm subsided.

I laughed at him, “Fuck bro, you nut inside me?”

He laughed, "It felt so good.” He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his back. “Fuck, bro.”

“I know,” I said, out of breath and covered in cum.

“Man, that was way more fun than just smoking weed,” he laughed.

I picked up the condom off the bed next to me and tossed it on him, “A souvenir.”

He laughed, “Yeah, you get to keep my load, and I get a used condom.”

“I think you got what you wanted,” I smiled up at the ceiling, still recovering.

“Fuck yeah, we’ll have to do it again sometime,” he got up and started to use a t-shirt from my laundry basket to wipe my cum off his chest and his off his dick.

I just lay there and watched as he got dressed. I can’t believe I just let Andrew fuck me…and cum inside me…so weird. I wiped my cum off my chest, pulled my briefs back on, and took a nap. When I woke up, he was gone, and it was dark out. I had a text from him that said, “You fell asleep, so I left,” followed by the eggplant emoji and the sweat drops emoji, followed by “Again soon.” Fuck…I have Andrews cum in me, so gross I laughed to myself before rolling over and going back to sleep.