Note: This story is a complete work of fiction, though I wish that some parts of it had actually happened. The names in this story have been changed and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
Friday night: all the "normal" kids in our small town were out causing mischief or getting drunk or stoned, or any combination thereupon. I wasn't a "normal" fifteen year old kid, I was at home, reading. I can't tell you what exactly, because I don't remember. It was probably some science fiction rag. I wasn't out enjoying the activities of the other kids because I was what you'd call a huge nerd and I actually preferred to spend my Friday nights at home reading. My brother, who was three years older than me, was at work until ten.
My parents were out and wouldn't be back until the following morning. The only specific instructions they had given to me and my brother were "Don't get arrested, and don't burn the house down."
The fact that my parents weren't home meant that my brother would be having at least one of his friends over to get drunk with, because he was a "normal" kid.
It was about 9:45 when I had heard the sound that stirred up conflicting emotions in my head and in my crotch. The sound of a loud diesel truck pulling up in front of our house, I knew immediately who my brother's drinking buddy for tonight would be: Matt Spencer, the big, dumb, homophobic, oaf who had had sex with every slut in town, but also had caught my eye because of how masculine he looked. I'd written about him and some of my brother's other friends in my secret journal about my sexual fantasies.
Matt, like all my brother's friends just let himself in the door.
"Oh, hello Matt." I said peering up from my book toward the front door.
"Hey." Matt said as he plopped down on the couch by the door and immediately started flipping through stuff on his phone.
I sat across the room, reading my book, every now and again looking over at Matt to take in the features that I had often fantasized about and jerked off to. His head was closely shaved, his arms huge and muscular, his lips so big and full.
"I see you lookin' at me, faggot!" He said
"What?" I said, gulping slightly.
He looked directly at me, "You're lookin' at me, faggot. I can spot a faggot a mile away. You think you're the first faggot to eye me up?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just reading." Damn, he'd caught me sneaking peeks. Now the whole world was going to know that I was gay, and from the worst person possible.
Without a word, Matt got up from the sofa by the door and walked over to me. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down, I was eye to eye with his plaid boxer shorts. He turned around, so his toned ass was inches from my face. I could smell the musky aroma of his ass, and I boned up slightly. I started sweating bullets, if I handled this correctly I'd still be able to remain in the closet and protect my reputation.
"I know what you fuckin' faggots want. And you know what, for the first time I need something from a queer." He said with a slightly sadistic tone.
"I'm not gay." I lied
"I may not be the smartest guy in town, but I can tell when someone is lying about sex. You're a fag and I know that you've wanted me for a long time." He said, still not looking at me, his ass flexing slightly as he shifted positions. "If you admit to me that you're a queer, I'll do some of those things you've written about in your little diary and I won't tell anyone about it. If you lie to me, I'll tell everyone about you."
God damn! How did he find my journal? I didn't know that he could even read, and here he was blackmailing me with my secret diary. He had me caught, but nevertheless I'd soon be living out some of my greatest fantasies with the brute of my dreams. "Alright, Matt. I'm gay." Saying those words was like jumping off a high dive into a pool full of sharks.
He turned his head to me, "Good. I've fucked almost every bitch in this town, and I want you to do something that I've heard feels fuckin' great, but not even the skankiest slut would do. I want to smother you with my ass." He pushed his ass closer to my face, the cotton of his boxer shorts was against my nose. I inhaled deeply. The sweaty masculine aroma almost made me cum right then.
"Heh, heh. You're enjoyin' this, ain't ya, faggot?" He laughed pushing me into the couch, almost sitting on my face.
"What...if...my brother comes home?" I asked with the limited amount of breath I was allowed.
"Tommy's not gonna be home for a while. He texted me before I got here. Told me he'd be late he was tryin' to get us some beer. I figure I got at least a half hour before he gets here. Now get your nose in there, fag!" He shouted.
I sniffed at his boxer clad ass like it was my job, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. If someone had told me just an hour ago that I'd be having my first actual sexual experience, and with the oaf of my fantasies I'd have told them that they were crazy.
"Faggot, you must not be doin' it right." He said pulling his ass away from my face. I breathed a big gulp of fresh air.
"Get on the fuckin' floor." He commanded, not even looking at me.
I obeyed, and lay down on the carpet. He stood over me, and pulled his boxer shorts down, revealing what I had fantasized so much about, his eight inch (and not even fully erect) cut cock. He knelt down and looked me right in the eyes. "I'm going to sit on your queer face. I want you to lick my shitter."
It was at about this point that I think I had realized that I really got off on being told what to do, because my cock was harder than it had ever been.
Matt sat on my face, my mouth was in his ass crack, my nose under his taint, and my eyes right under his giant cock. My lips were sort of kissing at Matt's puckered asshole. In my head I laughed to myself, this was not how I had expected my first kiss. My tongue made contact with his asshole and the taste was not what I had expected. I'd often fantasized about licking someone's asshole, but I had never imagined the taste. Being the part of the body that Matt had so eloquently referred to as his "shitter" I was expecting something horrible and disgusting. To my surprise, it just tasted like sweat and skin, Matt's ass was cleaner than I would have given him credit for.
I started making swirling motions with my tongue around his ass. Every now and again, he'd ease up and lift his ass a little so I could breathe.
"God DAMN! Faggot." He bellowed.
I stopped licking, thinking I had done something wrong, but when Matt pushed his ass harder onto my face I tried a new tactic, I started sucking on his hole. He must have liked this because he started letting out a low moan and I saw him start stroking his huge cock.
I reached down to my pants and managed to unzip them and pull out my own cock. I started jerking on my own cock which was about three to four inches smaller than Matt's, and uncut. As I stroked my cock, I began to eat Matt's asshole more voraciously. I was incredibly close to cumming, and I could tell that Matt was too, the muscles in his ass began to contract more and more. I tried something new, I was trying with all my might to get my tongue inside his tight, straight asshole.
Matt started moaning more, "What are you doing, faggot tryin' to tongue-fuck me—oh!" My tongue had succeeded in its mission and had managed to slip inside Matt's asshole, and I erupted with my orgasm. Seconds later, I felt Matt's ass muscles going crazy on my tongue. He lifted his ass up off of me and a stream of jizz began to cover my face as he roared like some great beast.
I licked my lips, happily eating his salty deposit mixed with the scent and taste of Matt's asshole. A smile spread across my face.
Matt stepped aside and pulled his boxers up. As he was buckling his pants, Matt looked down at me, "That was fuckin' good, faggot. This doesn't make me a queer or nothin', but give me your phone number, I'll call you next time I need something that a bitch won't give me."
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