He pushed it in me.

I know this is a stupid way to start a story but you got to give me
a chance ok. I promise it is important to the story. Stick with me ok.
First things first. My name was Christian and what I was doing right now
was right. I am well aware of that. Before my story is over you may think
I’m dumb as hell. You may think I’m an idiot but don’t judge me just yet

Put yourself in my shoes.

Imagine this?

“Jesus.”

His dick was bigger than I had remembered. Each time we had sex it
felt like his dick grew. We were fucking yes. I mean why else would
another guy’s dick be in me right? It was kind of self explanatory at this
point. Trust me the fuck was good. The fuck was always BOMB. His name
was Ant but that was just a nickname. Trust me there was NOTHING small
about this guy.

“You like it don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Call me daddy.”

I rolled my eyes. Ant always had a this thing about power. It was never
really a turn on for me. Between that and his manly grunting it felt like
I was just a piece of meat a lot of the times. I had to admit the sex was
good but sometimes I wondered. Were we always just having sex? How come
he never took it slow? How come he never made love to me?

“Daddy! Daddy. Can I have a turn?”

There was a pause. Awkward! Ok?

“Wait you want to fuck me?”

“I never got to.”

He laughed a little bit. Ant was beautiful. He was my age but
tended to look a little bit older. His body was on point at all. He had
hair on his chest and and a full goatee. He was bald by choice. I loved
to rub that little bald head of his.

I was shocked when Ant agreed. He still seemed to want to take
control though. He always wanted to take control. He pulled his dick out
of me and threw me on the bed. The sheets were clean and we were about to
dirty them all up.

My dick was already hard when he sat on it. He pushed his fat ass
on me and let out the biggest moan I had ever heard. I was sure Ant had
never been fucked before. I had been playing with his ass for weeks now
however getting him ready. Hell yeah I was preparing him. I had been
meaning to ask him. I was just waiting for the right time. Now was the
right time. He was all worked up and horny after fucking me for so long.
He’d be able to take it.

“How’s that feel?” He asked me.

“You’re SO TIGHT!”

I was only half complaining. The other half was enjoyment. It was
pure enjoyment. He started to ride me once he got comfortable. He started
to rock back and forth. His waist was so small. His ass was so tight.

“Yeah is it good?”

“Yeah?”

“Damn I can’t keep doing this man. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on me…cum on me.”

It happened quickly. His hands were jerking off his dick. His
face got intense all of a sudden and then he shot his load. It was a lot.
The sticky man juice went all over my face and my chest.

“Fuck I love you,” I said.

I regretted it immediately. I did love him. I think a part of me
always loved Ant. We had known each other for too long. He just looked at
me. He opened his mouth as though he was about to say it back. For a
minute I thought he was going to say it back. He even started to announce
the words but he stopped instead. He just smiled and leaned forward to
start kissing me.

You would think him nutting would have stopped him but no. He kept
going. He kept riding me. It wasn’t the nut that stopped him. It the
sound of the alarm downstairs going off.

FRONT DOOR OPEN echoed throughout the house.

“Oh shit,” Ant said jumping off of me.

“What. Who is it?”

“Who do you think it is?” he asked, “Shit!”

I didn’t have the chance to get dressed.

“You said she wasn’t going to be home until later.”

“Clearly she got off early. You need to go.”

“How?”

“Out the window?”

“Ant—you got to be fucking jokin’ kid. I’m not about to jump out
of no goddam window Ant. There is no way in hell.”







So that was my life. I told you it was important. Ant was
married. His wife had come home early. I felt like an idiot jumping out
the window, running in the streets, with dried cum on my face, half
dressed, with a semi hard dick.

This was my life. This was the life of a DL dude. I was in the closet. I
had known Ant for years even before his wife and we had always been in the
closet together.

There were so many other things about this whole experience that made me
feel like an idiot besides the fact that I was in love with a married man.
Before I knew it I was texting my best friend Shorty to come pick me up.

The thing about Shorty was that he was always there for me. It was
the nighttime and we damn sure didn’t stay in a good side of town. I
couldn’t believe I was just on the street corner like some trash that had
gotten thrown away. I couldn’t believe I had found myself in this position
… again. He always found a way to get me and when he saw me on the
street corner he knew exactly what it was before I even said anything. I
had climbed in the passenger seat of his Honda Accord.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk?” Shorty said.

“Shut up ok.”

Shorty wasn’t short. His real name was Shawn but everyone called
him Shorty because back in the day he used to be really Shorty but he had a
growth spurt really late in his life. Now he stood at 6 foot 2 inches. He
was even taller than me. Shorty was handsome. He was mixed black and
white with really curly hair. Even though I was a barber he never would
let me touch it really. He liked his hair to grow out wild and crazy. To
tell the truth I kind of liked it too.

“You know it’s not safe to be out here right? I mean, I know you
ain’t dumb Christian. Why do you act so dumb sometimes.”

“I don’t judge you. I don’t judge you when you do stupid shit
right? It’s not like you are some goddam saint ok Shorty?” I said shaking
my head and putting my feet up on the dashboard, “Fuck I can’t stand your
ass sometimes.”

“Get your fucking feet down,” Shorty said slapping them down and
then turning to me, “The difference between you and me is I don’t fuck
married men.”

Shorty was DL too. It was easy to be in the closet when only a few
people knew about you. We had another friend named Penny. Penny was the
local fag hag and wanted us to come out of the closet and be some flaming
queers so bad. Shorty wasn’t feminine and neither was I however. We were
just two regular dudes that happened to be gay and didn’t want anyone to
know about it.

“It’s not men.