A Straight Jock's Hole

Clayton lounged on the couch in the living room of the apartment, scrolling on his phone on a Saturday afternoon when his housemate Mo strolled in.

''Sup dude?' Clayton looked up at the other man arriving.

'Yo,' Mo came over and shook his housemate's hand. He was in a tank top and shorts, white socks up to his calves and runners on. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and dropped himself onto a chair with an exhausted exhalation. A big muscular figure, his large body made a loud thud as he plopped into the seat.

'Good session at the gym?' Clayton asked.

'Yeah, man. Leg day,' he spread his legs in front of him and shook his glutes, his thick thigh muscles pumped from the workout. 'Though I. Am. Fucked. Phew!' he rubbed his sweaty legs. 'And not in a good way,' he winked.

Clayton laughed, well used to his housemate's gay humour.

'So what are you up to man?' Mo looked over at Clayton.

'I'm seeing Elle tonight, you know that girl I met when I was clubbing last week?'

'Oooo nice you got yourself a little date,' Mo teased.

'Shut up dude,' Clayton blushed, throwing his head back and laughing.

'I'm just fucking with you out of jealousy. I'm forever single, can't hold onto a guy. But, that's cool, man. You like her?'

'Yeah, dude. She's really funny and is into fitness like me, so I feel like it could go somewhere.'

'Aw, sweet, man. Well, I hope it goes well. Treat her nicely, though, I know how you straight men are,' Mo jibed.

'Dude, fuck off. We're not all pigs.'

'Mmmmm hmmm,' Mo shakily got to his feet and strolled off to the bathroom, a smirk on his face. 'Imma go shower, I stink.'

'Yeah and what else is new?' Clayton cheekily called after his housemate.

'Bitch,' Mo said, laughing.

*****

'Ahhh, much better,' Mo sighed, strolling out of his bedroom in a loose t-shirt and shorts after having enjoyed a long hot shower. He rolled his shoulders and rotated his neck, feeling the muscles relaxing from the soothing water and essential oils.

Upon entering the living room, he saw Clayton still lounging on the couch.

'Hey, you not getting ready for your big date?' He gave a light dig to his housemate as he passed and went over to the kitchen to retrieve a beer from the fridge.

The room remained silent.

Upon the lack of response, Mo turned and his question was answered.

Clayton had a stern look splattered across his face.

'Yikes, this isn't good,' Mo thought to himself. He turned back to the fridge to grab a second bottle of beer, heading over to the living room.

'Yo, you good, bro?' He gently sat himself next to Clayton, placing them on the coffee table.

'I'm annoyed, dude. Elle cancelled on me,' Clayton threw his hands up and tossed his phone aside.

Mo grimaced, unable to hide his reaction. 'Shit, sorry, man. What did she say? Did she give a reason?'

'She just said she didn't think we were compatible and maybe it would be best not to see each other again,' Clayton crossed his arms, huffing angrily, his voice seething. 'But we got on great, which is the part I don't understand. And how can she not think we're compatible, she barely knows me.'

Mo inhaled, thinking this was the most emotion his housemate had ever shown - a rarity for the straight men he knew. 'That sucks. Well, she doesn't know what she's missing out on,' he patted his downtrodden housemate on the shoulder. 'You're a great guy.'

'Tell her that,' Clayton huffed. 'I'm just sick of having to try so hard and it just never goes anywhere.'

'Dude, you're fucking hot. And I'm not just saying that because I'm gay, but I think they're just intimidated because you're attractive, well-built, have a great job, happy in yourself, so it's like they're self-sabotaging because they think you'll cheat on them.'

'Really?' Clayton perked up slightly.

'Of course. Maybe you should tone it down a bit, make yourself seem more of a loser.'

'Fuck off, dude,' Clayton jostled him, but couldn't hide his smirk.

'You know I'm right. Here, have a beer, drown your sorrows.'

When the sulking man didn't respond, Mo cracked them open anyway and shoved one in his housemate's hands.

'Duuude,' Clayton moaned.

'Hey, don't be a whiney little bitch feeling sorry for yourself. Come on, you can't let a girl drink by herself,' Mo joked, batting his eyelashes coquettishly.

'Fiiiine. You can be so annoying sometimes,' Clayton grabbed the beer bottle and took a swig.

'And you love me for it, dude,' Mo gulped down a mouthful of his own beer.

Clayton felt the welcome taste of the beer down his throat, the immediate effects of the alcohol relaxing him, making him more open about his thoughts.

'I just - I just wish someone would at least give me a shot,' he said.

'Dating is tough. I feel bad for you straights. Gays can hookup like that,' he snapped his fingers. 'But you guys need to go through that whole rigmarole of first dates, second dates, etc.'

'Uhhh, and I haven't slept with a woman in ages too. I feel like I'm so pent up,' Clayton sighed.

A beat passed in silence.

Mo looked off to the side, a thought running through his head.

'Well ...' he began. 'If you're feeling frustrated and in need to let out your pent up energy, we could always come to some sort of arrangement,' he said slyly.

'What do you mean?'

'You know ...' Mo spoke with his eyes, darting a look at his housemate and then back to him.

Clayton stared, not getting it. Then, it dawned on him all of a sudden. 'Dude, no, I'm not fucking you, I'm not gay,' he said exasperated.

'I'm not saying you are, I just mean if you needed to, we could always fool around. It would just be between the two of us.'

Clayton gulped down another mouthful of beer. 'Thank you, but I don't even think it would work. I'm not into dudes.'

'Well, there are other ways I could relieve your stress, like I could blow you?' Mo smiled.

'Oh my God, I can't believe we're having this conversation!' Clayton threw his head back.

'Or I could lick your hole,' Mo continued as if Clayton hadn't talked.

'Lick my what? Is that even a thing?' Clayton was more curious than shocked at this stage.

'Sure, it feels amazing, it's great for relaxing and is incredibly pleasurable.'

'It sounds really gay, man.'

'Hey, just think of it like getting a massage. That's not gay. It's just relieving pressure on your body, only this would be on a very sensual part of your body,' Mo said convincingly.

'So you just lick around my hole?'

Mo smiled internally. His housemate had become more open to the discussion, and was less objectionable as they talked.

'Correct. It feels amazing. I just want to alleviate the stress you're under. It seems like you're in dire need of it.'

Clayton's mind raced. He was unsure about the whole thing, but couldn't help but be curious about how pleasurable it sounded.

He sighed. 'Fine, but you can't tell anyone!'

'You have my word, dude. So, first of all go shower, I'm not putting my tongue anywhere near an unwashed straight guy's hole,' Mo dragged the jock to his feet and pushed him towards the bathroom.

'Alright, alright. You're way too excited for this,' Clayton side-eyed him.

*****

Washed and squeaky clean, Clayton returned to the living room and sat back on the couch.

'Ready?' Mo asked.

'I think so.'

'Alright, pull off your shorts and underwear.'

Clayton hesitated.

'I've seen you naked many times, don't be precious, dude'

'Ok,' Clayton said, as he lowered his shorts and underwear. His freshly washed crotch came into view, the jock's cock flaccid and his balls swinging.

'Nice to see you again guys,' Mo joked.

'Shut up, dude,' Clayton laughed.

'Alright, legs in the air. I'm gonna need to have access to your butt,' Mo ordered, loving bossing around a straight guy.

Clayton sighed and raised his legs, grabbed them behind the knees so his butt was on show.

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' Clayton looked up to the ceiling, his brow furrowed.

'Mmmm, nice,' Mo nodded.

'Man, stop commenting and just get to it,' Clayton said exasperated, feeling vulnerable in this position. 'Is this what women feel like during sex?' he thought, feeling strange to be the passive one in the dynamic for the first time in his life.

'Ok, sorry, man,' Mo said, as he lowered his head down to his housemate's butt. 'Here we go.'

Clayton held his breath in anticipation, waiting for what felt like years. He heard the tick of the clock on the wall and the chirp of birds outside. The lack of sound from the two men seemed to heighten the sounds of everything else around them.

Then, all of a sudden he felt a warm, wet sensation on his hole, making him gasp. It wriggled, moving in motions of circles around his hole. Mo's tongue had made contact, and was going to work on his hole.

'You alright, dude?' Mo said, taking a break to check on his housemate. As much as he had encouraged the hesitant jock, he also cared about the consistent consent of his friend.

'Yeah, it's fine,' Clayton responded, a grimace on his face at the strange new sensation.

Mo returned to the jock's hole, touching it with his tongue again.

Clayton's eyes were on the ceiling, looking at the patterns in his view. Because he couldn't see any of the action, he had to rely on his sense of touch to imagine what Mo was doing. He could feel the tongue moving up and down, side to side, and around in circles, making motions and patterns along his sphincter.

For the first few minutes, it just felt like something moist and awkward wriggling against his hole, but then something clicked into place. The strange sensation transformed into sensuality, causing him to relax. The muscles of his sphincter opened up and the sensation created pleasure.

'Ohhh,' a moan escaped his throat. 'Shit,' he said, embarrassed.

'It's alright, dude. Let it out,' Mo said soothingly, encouraging the jock to release his feelings.

Mo increased his intensity, pushing his tongue deeper into the muscles around the hole and making more rapid movements.

Clayton blushed. He could feel the blood rushing to his head as the pleasure spread from the nerves in his hole to the rest of his body.

'Fuck, dude, that feels so good,' he moaned. It was like the deep tissue massages he got from sport physios, except this time there was the added sexual pleasure aspect.

Clayton forgot himself, forgot that he was straight, forgot that it was his gay housemate licking his hole, pleasuring him. It was like his mind had left his body; there were no more inhibitions, it was just all about pleasure.

'Uhhhh, man, go harder,' he said, unthinking.

'Yeah? You like that?' Mo asked.

'I love it, fuck me,' Clayton said it before he was even able to register his thoughts.

Mo picked up the pace, this time moving his tongue inside the straight jock's hole, so his wet, hot tongue was pleasuring the inside of Clayton's rectum, caressing the delicate, sensitive internal parts of the hole.

'Ohhhh,' Clayton whimpered, blushing deeper and unable to hold in the gasps.

The sounds of the straight jock moaning pushed Mo's buttons. He grinned to himself as he dove his face in between the butt cheeks, loving the fact that he had a straight man's pleasure in the palm of his hands. 'Converting straight men to do gay stuff is way too easy,' he thought to himself, holding in a laugh.

Hearing Clayton enjoying himself was everything he needed to go further as he tongue fucked the jock's hole, enjoying the meaty taste. He pressed in further, pushing past the rectum as it relaxed and loosened up for him.

'My straight bottom housemate is all fucking mine,' Mo thought to himself, egging himself along. He could feel his cock rock hard in his underwear. Looking up, he saw that Clayton was equally rock hard, the thick cock bouncing on his stomach, clearly enjoying it.

'Mmmmm, fuck dude, I'm close,' Clayton whimpered.

'Oh yeah, go on, cum for me, man,' Mo commanded.

Suddenly Clayton reached down and grabbed the back of Mo's head, pulling him in closer so Mo's tongue went even deeper inside his hole.

The moaning from Clayton was repeated, repetitive and rhythmic as if he was actually getting fucked. They were like the sounds of a bottom taking a dick hard.

'Uhhh, I'm gonna cum,' Clayton groaned as he spurted, shooting cum all over his torso and chest, painting it in lines of cum. He writhed, feeling the orgasm flow through him, Mo's tongue still fucking his sensative hole.

He let go of Mo's head and just lay there, still, his legs up in the air, eyes closed.

Mo looked up at his housemate, grinning. The straight jock looked spent, so beautiful and vulnerable looking like a gay bottom who'd just been railed and now lay in euphoric pleasure, his breathing deep and exhausted. His hole was slick from all the saliva from being tongue fucked.

Mo got to his feet, his large frame standing over his straight housemate. He licked his lips. 'Feeling good?' he asked out loud, laughing.

Clayton took a few moments to reply. Slowly, he came back to the room, lowering his leg, relaxing his taut muscles and opening his eyes.

He looked up at his housemate, still a tone of blush on his face. 'That felt so fucking good, dude. I've never orgasmed as intensely as that before, and the fact that I never even touched my cock for the whole thing, like ...' he exhaled, shaking his head, a tranquil expression on his face. The stress had left him. 'I've needed that for a long time,' he smiled sweetly, the expression reaching his eyes, which sparkled.

'Glad I could be of assistance,' Mo smiled, turning towards the bathroom. Mostly because his heart melted at the sight of his housemate looking at him like that and he wanted anything to kiss the muscular jock looking all naked and cute, but he didn't want to push it. A kiss might freak Clayton out - straights were weird like that, and he had been down that road too many times with straight guys who were happy to do stuff in the bedroom, but ignored him outside of the four walls.

So he bit his inner cheek and walked away. 'I'm gonna get some mouthwash,' he said over his shoulder, thinking of a quick excuse to leave the room.

'We should do that again sometime,' Clayton called to his housemate, before he even thought about what he was saying, suggesting doing a repeat of the gay stuff he had been so adamant about avoiding. The afterglow of the post-euphoric high still lingered, making his mind fuzzy.

Mo stopped momentarily on his way to the bathroom, surprised with his housemate's admission that he'd like this to be more than just a once-off.

Mo's back was to Clayton so the jock couldn't see the smirk on his face. 'Interesting,' he thought.

'Oh. We will,' he said, firmly.