Hard and Straight

By Jay Stud

Published on Oct 9, 1999

Bisexual

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This story is a composite of my personal experience. I hope you enjoy it.

Hard and Straight

Summers were humid in my hometown of Cleveland, OH. I was showering after dinner, preparing for a party thrown by my old friend, Nick. Nick was a party animal. We were thrown together by our circumstances and remained friends throughout grade school and high school. Nick knew how to get the girls, and he constantly talked about sex. I didn't have much to talk about, I was 19 and still a virgin. I guess the girls didn't have much use for me. Maybe it was a lack of self-confidence or something. At any rate, I was going to one of Nick's parties, and the night held great promise.

I was fantasizing about what might happen, and had to release some sexual tension. I gripped Mr. Tubesteak with my left hand, and encircled his head with the other. I imagined the hot honeys that would be coming to see Nick, and meet guys. I imagined holding a young thing close to me and grinding out a slow dance, ending in a passionate embrace, and a trip to the back seat. I wanted nothing but a hard, straight meaningless fuck with someone I would never see again. I wanted a receptacle, not a relationship.

Jacking off was a great release for me. I had years of experience, and developed pretty good control of my ejaculations. My father used to warn me that excessive masturbation would cause premature ejaculation, in order to discourage me. I went right to work trying to control my ejaculations. I learned what worked, which is great, because I can enjoy a long, slow jack, or get off quick and dirty. Whatever the occasion calls for.

Mr. Tubesteak rose to the occasion, straining for all he is worth. My cock is a decent 6-1/2 " long and 6" in circumference. The thickness is what is really impressive to me. I would fantasize about getting into hot holes that would have a hard time taking it. I would have to lube up and go really slow and gentle. But after getting in, I would bang away, spoiling that hot hole for everyone else but me. I really got off thinking about tight young girls. There was one girl in particular, who was a frequent guest in my fantasies. Susan stood just under 5' tall. She had a pre-pubescent gymnast's body, even though she was just one year behind me in high school. I used to imagine her sitting on the edge of a table while I patiently worked my tool into her tight hole. I would practically split her in half. I would pick her up and hold her tightly while she wraps her legs around my waist and rams her fuck hole down on my throbbing cock.

After bringing myself to a satisfying conclusion, I toweled off, dressed carefully, and headed out. Nick lived at home with his mom and her new husband. It was nice to see her happy again, after struggling for so many years. The party was outside in the backyard, and it was rocking.

Nick said "Hi Jay," and offered me a beer. Everyone seemed to know one another, so I kept to myself. Nick returned with a couple of girls to meet me. We exchanged pleasantries and talked for a while. They weren't exactly lunging for my cock, and I didn't quite know how to engage one without offending the other. A good song started playing, and they drifted off to dance together.

I drifted toward the keg, and hung out with Nick and a few other guys who were talking about cars. One of the guys happened to be Peter Colarocchio, a guy that I went to grade school with. He was a hard-ass bully, who delighted in humiliating me. I guess it was just his way of making friends, or something. He was an athlete, and I wasn't. He had physical beauty, and I didn't. I admired him, and I wanted to be like him in every way, except for his mean streak. He was a jerk, and he loved to abuse people who couldn't retaliate.

Anyway, he said "Hi," and remarked, "Hey Jay, ya didn't turn out too bad."

I said, "Yeah, thanks."

Like how was I supposed to respond? I wasn't the wimp from 8th grade anymore. I had been working out myself, and I liked what I saw in the mirror. I could stand next to Pete now, and not be ashamed . We were both studs, just different. I had been working out, and had a frame well adapted to it. I was shorter than Pete, 5' 7", with a 44" chest, and a 31" waist. My body was really responding to the weights, and I sported a nice v-shaped torso. The guys at the gym playfully teased that my tits were bigger that their girlfriend's. My ass received its share of compliments too, especially when it was packed into a pair of Jordache (this was the 80s.) I stayed away from tight jeans though, because I couldn't show my cock off like other guys. Some guys just seemed to hang so well. My cock liked to hide when it wasn't being summoned to service. Maybe that's why I didn't catch the attention of the girls. Like so many things, I only wished that I had started pumping iron earlier.

Pete was tall and lean, with dark features. His muscles were cut and sharply defined from years of sports. I noticed how the muscles in his forearm rippled as he gestured. And how his neck was too thick for his shirt collar. He had large callused hands which seemed out of place on his graceful, athletic frame. They did match his bulging crotch, though. His jeans were faded and worn in spots. The denim molded to his trim ass, sculpted quads, and snugly held his basket. You could easily make out the shape of his cock head.

The set of songs was over, and one of the girls I'd talked to earlier wandered back to say "Hi." Her name was Jolene, and she had a nice smile.

"My friend and I are here to blow off some steam after finals, how about you?" I shared how Nick and I had grown up together, and how we stuck together even though we're so different.

"Nick's a sex hound, isn't he?" she said.

"Yeah, that's the part of him I wish I was more like," I said.

"You're a good looking guy, she replied, you could probably have anyone you wanted."

"I don't want anyone, just someone pretty and smart, like you, Jolene."

She blushed. She was so sweet, and she had that gymnast body that I loved. She was wearing a leotard with tight jeans. She was lean and tight.

"That's really sweet, she said, is there anywhere we can be alone?"

Jolene said good-bye to her friend and we headed out for a drive. We parked at the end of a dead end street down by Lake Erie, and walked down to a secluded beach. Her short hair glistened in the moonlight. We walked and talked about our hopes and our dreams. Jolene was studying to be a nurse, and she hoped to work in maternity. I told her that she was kind and compassionate, and that she would make a great caregiver.

The night air by the lake was getting chilly, and Jolene was not dressed for the weather. I hugged her to warm her, and felt the goose pimples up and down her arms.

"Oooohh, you're giving me chills," she said.

"Let me warm you up." I gently kissed her trembling lips, and hugged her in a warm embrace. Her hands roamed around my chest and abs as she tried to warm them.

"Mmmmm, if you want to warm your hands, pull my shirt up," I offered. She pulled my shirt out of my pants, and put her cold hands up my shirt. She caressed my chest, and my nipples hardened from the cold.

"Whew! You need to be warmed up!" I exclaimed.

"Hold me tighter," she said breathlessly.

"You know, the sand is still warm," I mentioned.

We slid to the ground in one long passionate kiss. My tongue explored her mouth, and I kissed her neck as she massaged my pecs and abs and shoulders underneath my shirt. The warm sand was a welcome change from the cold night air.

"Jolene, I want to heat you up all over," I said as I pressed my full weight against her.

With the warm sand below, and my hot body on top, Jolene relaxed and became more passionate in her kissing. She raised my shirt and kissed my chest, sucking my nipples. I was becoming extremely aroused as my cock began to throb. I pushed my throbbing cock into her groin, and pulled my shirt off. She came up to meet my lips in another long passionate embrace.

Her hands found my pants, and she began working the buttons on my 501s. Her hand slipped into my shorts, and grabbed Mr. Tubesteak, who was ready to come out and play.

"Jolene, tell me what you want me to do," I asked. I was sure I could pleasure her, bur I wanted her to tell me what pleased her. She seemed to be very confident as she polished my flagpole.

"I want you to do me hard and straight," she said. "No bullshit, just a hard, straight fuck." It was the first time she swore in front of me. I was impressed. I loved her assertiveness.

I kissed her lovingly around her neck as she continued to pump my cock. Her grip was not as rough as mine, but it was still pleasurable. I pulled the straps of her leotard off her shoulders and down. She helped by pulling it down to expose her breasts. They were beautiful firm little breasts that hugged her ribcage. Her nipples were erect, as much from the arousal as the weather. I lightly brushed her nipples with my lips. She pushed my head down on her breast, and I took as much of it in my mouth as It was able. It was luscious. I loved the fresh smell of her hot, tight little body.

As I roamed her breasts, neck and face with my mouth, I worked on her pants. Again, Jolene assisted, taking off the leotard and the jeans in one fell swoop. Her skin was milky white and smooth to the touch. She seemed so fragile, like a doll. I explored her beautiful smooth body with my hands, stopping to admire the different aspects of it. I moved my hand up her thigh to her snatch. I didn't quite know what to do, but I felt her slit with my index finger. She was hot and moist. She opened her legs to allow me easy access. As I massaged her moist slit, she moaned with approval. Guessing that she was ready for the main man, I carefully mounted her.

I guided my cock to her slit with my hand. Jolene, sensing that I was hesitant, grabbed my hips to guide me forward. She raised her hips to meet me as I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. "Ooohhh, take it slow big boy, just rub your cock against my pussy for a minute. Give her a chance to get the juices flowing." I gently rimmed her slit, trying to control myself with the wild anticipation of soon being inside her. When she was ready she raised her hips again and motioned for me to enter. The head of my cock penetrated with a little effort. The sensation was outrageous! It felt so good, and she was so tight.

"I don't do this very often," said Jolene, "but I know you're the man to break me in again." I promised that she would not be disappointed.

My cock, thick as it is, was slow going. I needed to push a little, work it around, and push a little more. She was moist, and she worked her pussy lips with her fingers to keep me lubed as I penetrated. She moaned with delight as I pushed a little deeper. She seemed to get equal pleasure from her diddling As my cock moved deeper, and thicker, she moaned "Oooohhh, Nick." I didn't let on, but FYI, Nick was not in the house, Jay was. Undeterred, I resolved to give her the hard, straight fuck she asked for.

Just a few more inches, and I was in, buried to my balls. I continued to work it around as Jolene rocked her hips up and down. Her intensity increased as she began to rock harder and moan louder.

She whimpered, "Oooohhh, Nick, fuck me harder, keep it goin big boy."

I kept my rhythm going as she squealed with delight as an orgasm rushed over her. When she quieted down, I increased my intensity. Just a few more strokes, and I was shooting my wad.

We laid still for what seemed like an eternity listening to the waves lapping up on the shore. The sweat of our bodies mingling between us. The cool breeze on my back. I was spent and very satisfied. I got up on my knees, helped Jolene gather her clothes, and got myself dressed. We walked back up the hill to the car headed out.

Jolene made an excuse that she had to go back to Nick's house to see her friend, so we returned to the party. When we returned, the party was quieting down. Only a few people were left, and Jolene's friend didn't appear to be around.

I offered to take her home, but she said, "That's OK, I'll find a way home-thanks."

"Can I call you?" I asked.

"I'll call you, OK?" Jolene responded.

As I left, I saw Jolene talking to Nick. Maybe she needed a little warm-up for "Nick at Nite." Good for her, I thought to myself, I was out looking for a receptacle, and that's what I got. Women can play that game too. I did get a good fuck out of it. I just wish my cherry didn't go to some flighty bimbo.

On my way back to the car, there were a few guys arguing in the street. It turned out, they were trying to take Peter Colarocchio's car keys away from him. He was loaded, and he'd never make it driving. His girlfriend, Grace, was with him, and the argument had something to do with Pete not wanting Grace to drive his precious car. The guys weren't a lot of help, and Grace walked away, distraught.

As Grace passed me, I asked if I could help. She didn't know what to do, so I offered to take both of them home. "Don't worry," I reassured her, "I know how to talk to Pete." I put Grace in my car, and went back to deal with Pete.

I wasn't sure what I was going to say to Pete as I approached him. He was a bull-headed jerk on just about everything.

"Pete, hey bud, I've got Grace in my car, let's go."

"What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend in your car?" he shouted.

"You can kick my ass later," I replied as I walked away.

I pulled up next to Pete and his prized car on the way out.

"Nice car bud, I'd hate to see you wreck it. C'mon let's live to see another day, OK?"

Pete piled in the back seat without another word. He passed out a few minutes later. The ride home was quiet. Grace was obviously angry with Pete for drinking like a slob, and the only conversation was to get directions.

When we reached her house, I parked on the street. I walked around the car and opened the door for her. She was a little unsteady herself, and I had to help her up.

"Grace, I'm glad that I was there to help you, and that you made it home safely."

I reassured her that I'd get Pete home safely. She thanked me and gave me a hug.

"Walk me to the back door?" she asked.

Grace led the way toward the back door and spun on her heel as we reached the patio. She threw her arms around me in a passionate kiss. Our lips melted together as we explored each others bodies. I grabbed her tight ass cheeks and humped my hot rod against her shapely hip. She unbuttoned my 501s and groped for my throbbing member. The pearl buttons on her short-cropped cashmere sweater opened easily to reveal firm and ample breasts. She wore a strapless push-up lace bra. Her breasts were spilling out of the half-cups She shuddered as I cupped her breast in my hand my mouth explored the cavity between her mounds. She was obviously primed and ready for action. Her hand found its intended target, and she pulled my jeans off my ass with her other hand. I was standing before her bare-assed with a full erection looking straight at her and my jeans halfway down my thighs.

She was a horny bitch, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Her miniskirt hit the ground and her bra and panties shortly after. She left her cashmere sweater on, draping off her shoulders and framing her breasts in the most sensuous way. The light from the back door reflected off her smooth olive skin and played with her beautiful flowing dark locks. In one fluid motion, she laid back on the edge of the picnic table, and rested her ankles on my shoulders.

"Go to it nice boy!" she shouted.

I pushed my cock toward her hole unsure of what I would find. Her pussy was really moist, and my cock pressed easily past her pussy lips. She moaned as my head lodged in her hole. I pushed in slowly, wanting to savor the fantastic sensation. She thrust her hips toward me in a frenzy, wanting me to fill her hole. I kept applying steady pressure, as her hot pussy swallowed my engorged cock. My cock is wider in the middle than at the head, so her cunt lips got tighter as I inched inward. I stopped half-way in, where my cock is widest. It was wild to look down and see my cock stretching those moist, luscious lips. I leaned in to lick her nipples and kiss her breasts as I slowly moved my hips twisting my cock around inside her. It was driving her wild! She let out a low gutteral moan followed by a quick breath. Suddenly she started undulating rapidly pumping my cock as her pussy got tighter. She moaned in sweet release and shoved her pussy the rest of the way down my cock.

After we got that out of the way, she started to relax. We moved together in a slow easy rhythm, just enjoying the feeling of my cock buried inside her. It was only a couple minutes before she started building to another climax. She pulled me closer, and my cock was buried all the way up to my balls. She grabbed my ass and dug in with her fingernails, holding me in place.

"Don't move," she rasped as she started the uncontrollable undulation once more. Hey, I'm just enjoying the ride, I thought to myself, as she peaked once again. Her breasts were pressed against my chest as her whole body writhed in ecstasy.

After she recovered, I kissed her passionately, still holding my engorged cock all the way inside her. As I tongued her beautiful mouth, we were as close physically as a man and woman could possibly be. She broke off the long wandering kiss and remarked,

"Hey, this can't go on all night! When are you going to get off.?"

"I'm just enjoying you, baby," I replied.

"Well, I've had enough for two women, and I've got to get up in the morning!"

I was surprised by my staying power. My daily jack-off sessions had held me in good stead. I was a career masturbater, and this bitch's pussy wasn't rough enough to get me off.

I continued my grinding motion as I said, "I'm sorry baby, if you wanted quick and dirty, you should have mounted Pete in the car. Of course, he's passed out and couldn't raise his eyebrows, much less his manhood."

I insulted her man. She looked pissed and was freezing up fast. I finished up just as well as I could, withdrew, and pulled up my pants stuffing my rock hard sausage inside. I couldn't button them so I just draped my shirt outside.

"You're an awesome ride, Grace. Let's do it again, anytime." I walked away as she hurriedly pulled herself together to go inside. She looked hurt, like she just wanted someone to love her, and the orgasms just weren't satisfying her. Her relationship with Pete was obviously painful. He wouldn't control his drinking and be the kind of man that would treat her like a lady. Instead he had to depend on me, some punk kid he knew from grade school to chauffeur him and his beautiful girlfriend home. Grace's night came to a disappointing end like many others, I could imagine.

She looked back and replied brokenly, "thanks for bringing me home."

"My pleasure," I said, as I quickly stepped toward her and gave her a peck on the cheek. She seemed really sweet as she fumbled for her house key, and let herself in. I waited until she was safely inside, and then made my way down the drive to my car. My nuts were killing me. I was going to blow a load at the earliest possible moment.

Pete was on all fours on the front lawn. He was heaving, and looked like he had puked up the lining in his stomach. I offered him a hand up, but he stumbled back to the ground. He sat upright, and I stood behind him, straddling him and reaching under his arms. My cock was poking out of my shorts, and leaning over was uncomfortable. I tried to pull Pete to his feet, and with his little help, he managed to stand up and lean against me. Not sure how to proceed, we stood there, Pete leaning practically the full force of his weight against me, his head flopped over my shoulder.

I moved my hands from underneath his arms to hold him steady, one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other cradling his chest. My throbbing cock was now pressing into his hard ass. I was surprised that he was in such good shape, given his binge drinking. I always admired him, even as early as 7th and 8th grade. Pete was a natural athlete, and his rock hard abs and pumped chest felt great to the touch. He was barely conscious, his head was spinning, and I had to get him to the car quickly.

I leaned back and shuffled to the car holding him up and helping him take it one step at a time. When we reached the car, I lowered him to the hood allowing his upper body to rest on the car, while I opened the door. I opened the back door, and turned to retrieve Pete. His shirt was pulled up around his chest, revealing his powerful lats and trim waist. The light from the car accentuated his round hard ass muscles packed into faded jeans. I was overcome with lust for this beautiful hunk of man. I wanted to do things to him in the worst possible way.

My cock, which had softened a bit was now rising to the occasion once again. I patted Pete on the back. "Hey bud, how ya doin?" I asked.

"Unnnh, I can't move", he replied.

"Let's hang out here and get ourselves together before we head home, how's that?" I asked.

Pete was agreeable. He didn't want to be in the moving car, and his adrenaline was still rushing from all the heaving he did. Grace's house was on a dead end street, and we were parked in a secluded place.

I patted his back, and rubbed his shoulders. Leaning across the hood to reach his broad shoulders, my cock came in contact with his hard ass once again. I was overcome by my lust and started caressing his powerful lats and waist. I started to hump his ass through our pants. He wasn't disagreeing, so as I pressed my cock between his hard glutes, I moved my hands around to unbutton his pants. I had to slide the tight jeans down over his ass muscles and thighs. I unsheathed my cock from the shorts that had been restraining it and used his ass as a fuck chute. I rimmed his ass, pressing my sensitive glans against his hot ass as hard as I could. In only a few minutes I was spewing gobs of cum all over him.

Pete hadn't moved a muscle the whole time.

"Pete, how ya doin, bud?"

"Unnnh, that felt good, came the reply.

Good thing he didn't seem to mind, because I was counting on the drunkenness to cloud his memory. My hands roamed up and down his muscular thighs and happened upon his loins. I massaged his balls and groin. His cock was actually coming to life. I lightly stroked it.

"Oh yeahhh," he moaned.

"Pete, I want to suck your cock."

"Not yet," he replied, "I want you to spank me."

"You know, you were really shitty to Grace tonight, bud. You deserve to have your ass kicked."

"Let's see what you've got little boy," came Pete's reply.

I handled his firm ass, and wondered how I could make a lasting impression on this studly jerk. The car antenna was within my reach. I unscrewed it, and flicked his ass with it.

"Harder, asshole!" cried Pete.

"O.K. shithead."

I choked up on the antenna with two hands and landed it squarely in the center of his ass. Pete shrieked. I knew I hit home. I continued whipping his ass and the back of his thighs as the anger of my past spilled out of me. I hated Pete for the way he ridiculed me. I hated the way he looked down on me. "Hey, ya didn't turn out too bad," he said earlier in a half-assed compliment. I beat him until he was covered with red welts and he crumbled to the ground.

"I had that coming," he whimpered.

"I'm not through with you, hardass," I said as I looked at his half-erect cock.

It was a nice piece of meat. Long and thick veined, with a head that protruded prominently from the shaft. "That cock is mine, bud," I said as I dropped to my knees. I swallowed him whole, sucking and moving up and down the shaft, bringing him to a full erection. He grabbed the back of my head and started to push his cock down my throat. I gagged a bit, but recovered, and continued by lapping the tender underside of his cock with my tongue. His big balls started to tighten up, I could sense his load coming, as he grabbed me and pulled me down on his shaft. I broke loose, and squeezed his cock limp.

"Is that how you treat Grace, shithead? Do you fuck her face too? I'm not going to be your douchebag, you hardass shithead." I punched him in the nuts as an exclamation. He recoiled in pain and curled up in a fetal position. I grabbed him by the waist and moved him to a kneeling positon. I pushed him down so his ass faced me. He was still holding his balls when I mounted his ass and shoved the head of my cock in his hole. He shrieked in pain as my head forced its way past the sphincter muscle. He was pleading as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper. The ring of fire around his asshole intensified as my I edged my cock in, thicker and thicker. "It'll be over soon Petey boy, just relax."

His asshole loosened as I gently moved back and forth. I moved in further, and wrapped my arms around him to support him. He was wasted. His powerful biceps couldn't hold him up. I grabbed his left pec with my right hand, and supported each of us with the left. His asshole was much snugger than Grace's pussy. I got all the way in and really started rocking him. I could no longer hold us up, so I let him rest his head and shoulders on the ground. That left my hands free to explore his buff bod. His erection was coming back stronger than before. As I dug his ass, I stroked his cock in rhythm. His pre-cum was oozing out, and I used it to lube his cock. The pressure of my cock in his ass was too intense for him as he shuddered and released gobs of cum. I caught them with my hand, and smeared them all over his abs and pecs.

A few more strokes, and I was ready to explode as well. I filled his asshole with a load of the white gold. We laid exhausted on the ground. My cock lodged in his ass, lazily stroking his softening tool.

"You're a pretty tough stud, Pete."

"Hey," he responded, "you know how to do it to me. You're really a wild ride, Jay."

"I heard that another time tonight, Pete - after I fucked Grace I paid her the same compliment."

Pete was nonplused.

"I'm not taking care of her," he confessed, "she needs a man who will treat her right and love her."

We drove home quietly. We didn't need to say anything. We both knew something between us had changed. I dropped Pete off, and he quietly thanked me and patted me on the shoulder. I said good night, and drove away.

A few months later, I got an invitation to Pete and Grace's wedding. She was so happy and beautiful, that day she walked down the aisle. Pete was standing taller and prouder, clean and sober. When I greeted them in the reception line, they both gave me warm hugs, and thanked me for being such a good friend at a time when they really needed one. Pete thanked me for the way I set him straight.

I guess being a friend meant giving it to them hard and straight.

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