A Straight Jock's Hole

For the past number of days, Clayton had been wracking his brain over what had happened with his housemate, Mo.

He'd heard of straight guys fooling around with gay guys to get off when they couldn't hook up with women, but most of those stories involved the straight guy getting a blowjob from the gay guy while they imaged getting blown by a chick, or in rare cases, the straight guy would pump his load into a gay guy's tight hole, but in those situations it was always a smooth bubble butt that almost simulated a woman's vagina.

But his experience with Mo had been different. He had gotten his ass licked out by Mo, his large, domineering, muscular, hairy, housemate. Clayton had been the bottom, all blushy-faced and whimpering for the other man. It was so different to any sexual experience he had had before, where he was usually the one on top, fucking his dick into a woman or lying back while she sucked him off.

In his bedroom now, he planted both hands on his face and threw himself down on the bed. Why hadn't he asked Mo to blow him in his horny frustration? That would've been the normal thing to do, if any of this whole setup was normal. At least that would've still positioned himself as somewhat straight in the guy-on-guy dynamic.

So does that mean ... he was gay then? He thought to himself. The irrational thought snuck into his brain as his mind wandered various avenues of thinking.

No fucking way, he shook his head. He loved fucking pussy, loved fingering woman, kissing them, he wasn't gay.

Just because another guy had had him on his back all vulnerable having his hole eaten, didn't make him gay, he reasoned with himself, coming up with logical solutions to the problem.

And yet ... he pondered as he was brought back to the living room last Saturday. He remembered the slick tongue against his sensitive hole, the wet pressure as it entered him, tickling and pleasing the nerves down there. He was brought back to the burning feeling in his loins and the orgasmic release of the cum from his balls. He'd never had a wave of pleasure that intense.

He blushed thinking back to it now, his boxer briefs becoming tight with his growing boner.

So what, he thought. Maybe I just like having my ass licked. That's a normal human response, he decided.

He was getting too turned on to debate his own sexuality, so opened up his laptop to watch some porn - straight porn, he made a point of clicking on the right part of the x-rated website.

A video soon started, one of which he'd seen many times of a guy plowing a woman's pussy, and he began jerking off, but for some reason it just wasn't clicking. He tried another that he liked, this time of a woman taking a dick in her mouth down to the balls, but it also wasn't doing anything for him.

Frustrated, he closed his laptop and turned his head towards the window. It was a wet, dreary day outside.

What if ...? He thought.

He took two fingers and brought them up to his mouth, licking the length to make them wet.

Turning on his side, he moved the fingers down and rubbed them against his hole. It felt strange - he'd never really messed around with his hole before.

The skin was sensitive, and didn't feel unpleasant, but it wasn't anything like Mo's tongue down there.

He sighed, unable to replicate the wonderful feeling of before, and eventually gave up as his palm was developing a cramp.

'I don't know what's going on with me,' he whispered to the room, gazing up at the patterns on the ceiling. It was like his body was betraying him. The session with Mo had flicked a switch in him and the usual responses were no longer working.

Before long, he dozed off, falling into a nap.

*****

Clayton only realised he had fallen asleep, when the slam of the front door woke him from his slumber.

Stirring, he wiped the drool from his cheek and got up.

He made his way to the living room.

Mo had just come back home - some grocery bags were sitting on the counter and he was tidying the items away.

'Yo, dude,' Mo greeted him, pushing his headphones off the side of his head so they rested on his neck.

'Sup, man?' Clayton said groggily, clearing his throat and filling up a glass of water at the sink.

'Up to much today?' Mo said as he put away some fruit and veg in the fridge.

'Nah, nothing really,' Clayton said, standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen. He didn't know whether to leave Mo to it or continue talking.

Mo was finishing putting some dry ingredients into the cupboards when he spotted his housemate hovering.

Mo had been surprisingly normal after the events of last Saturday. He'd gone back to his normal self, chatting about everyday things and not making this awkward between them.

Clayton guessed it was because Mo was quite confident in his sexuality. He liked to fuck and mess around with guys - gay, straight or otherwise. Casual or serious. He was up for anything, but didn't really get caught up in the complications of labels or emotions.

Clayton on the other hand felt there were some underlying feelings or discussions on his chest, but didn't know how to bring them up.

So when Mo looked over at Clayton he was unaware of the storm brewing inside his housemate. 'What's up?' he asked.

'Well, you know...' Clayton hesitated, unable to get the words out. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

'What dude? Spit it out.'

'Remember last Saturday, when we ... fooled around,' Clayton stared at his feet, unable to look his housemate in the eyes.

'Yeah?' Mo replied, matter-of-factly, waiting for Clayton to go on.

Clayton stole a glance at his housemate, who looked at him impassively.

How does he do that? Clayton thought. Remain so calm about such an awkward topic.

'Well, like ... I kinda enjoyed it, so I was wondering maybe ... if it wasn't too weird for you, if we could try it again?' he tossed the words out - they were out there for the world to hear. Now it was up to his housemate to do with them as he wished.

Mo remained stoic, but in his head his brain switched up gears. 'There it is,' he thought, holding back a wide grin with all his might. 'They all come crawling back for more. Took him longer than most guys I've had fun with.' But he didn't let any of his excitement show on his face.

He took in a deep breath and exhaled. 'Sure, it's all cool with me bro,' he said calmly. 'Just give me a few minutes to tidy this stuff away.'

'Oh, you mean, now?' Clayton was surprised this was all happening so fast. He'd half expected his housemate to deny him, citing it was a one-time thing.

'Well, you seem like you're in need of some assistance,' Mo nodded towards his housemate's crotch.

Clayton looked down and jumped to adjust himself. In all his excitement about messing around with Mo again, he had gotten hard, and the crotch of his sweatpants was protruding outwards.

'Shit, sorry!'

'All good, bro,' Mo laughed.

*****

Clayton was in a familiar position, completely nude on his back, legs pulled towards his head so his ass was on show for the world to see. But this time, they had decided to take the session into Mo's bedroom.

'So this is where it all happens,' Clayton had thought when he'd entered Mo's bedroom. He imagined all the men Mo had fucked in this very bed. Now he was one of them. The thought was thrilling, but he kept that to himself.

Clayton had only a momentary feeling of vulnerability being exposed to his housemate, his hole all Mo's to use, before becoming comfortable with the familiar feeling of having his ass licked.

Mo was going to town on Clayton's hole, licking around the rectum and pressing the tongue inside, making him moan and blush.

Clayton was wired, completely turned on - this is what he had been waiting for, much better than jerking off alone to the boring straight porn on his computer. The feeling was orgasmic. Once might have been a coincidence, but the fact he was loving it the second time around meant he had been converted to having his ass eaten. Whatever that meant, he didn't care, he just let Mo pleasure him, his tongue doing wonders on his hole.

As the intensity increased, Clayton began begging for more. 'Uh, uh, fuck me, dude, please, I need you inside me,' he grabbed his housemate and pulled him closer.

Even that had surprised Mo. 'You want more, dude? Are you sure?'

'Just put something inside me,' Clayton threw his head back against the pillows and writhed in pleasure as he pleaded with Mo.

'Alright, dude, but tell me if it's too much,' Mo gave him a kiss on his butt cheek and went off to retrieve a bottle of lube. He smiled - Clayton was turning into even more of a bottom than he had envisioned. Maybe he had really tapped into something in his housemate.

He slicked up a finger with lube and drew circles around Clayton's rectum. 'Take a deep breath in and relax your hole,' Mo guided his housemate and he slowly slipped a lubed up finger inside.

Clayton inhaled quickly, feeling the pressure enter him. 'Oh, fuck,' he held onto Mo's hand.

'You alright?' Mo asked.

'Yeah,' Clayton closed his eyes, concentrating on the new object inside him.

Mo moved the finger deeper, going past the knuckle. He moved it in and out, wiggling it around.

'Fuck, dude,' Clayton tried to process the fact that it was the first time he'd had something inside of his hole.

'Just breathe and relax, man, you're doing good,' Mo told him. Inside, he couldn't believe he was sitting here, finger-fucking his straight housemate. His own dick was dripping precum at how hot the situation was.

Clayton's hole opened up, relaxing as the finger went in and out.

'I'm going to put another one in now,' Mo told him, slicking up a second finger and slipping it inside.

Clayton's hole complied, spreading itself wide as more of Mo was pressing into him.

'Ohhh, fuck man,' Clayton's stomach bounced up and down at the inhalation of breath. He passed a hand threw his hair, the sweat of his scalp making it damp. 'That feels so good.'

'Mmmmm, good, bro, looks like you're enjoying it,' Mo smiled. He worked his fingers in and out of the hole - the rectum was all wet and sloppy now. It was truly opening up in front of Mo's eyes.

He gradually relaxed it enough to fit a third finger in, making Clayton whimper.

'You like that,' Mo pressed inside, finding the prostate that felt like a walnut deep within his housemate. He massaged it at first, going gently before increasing the rhythm so he was finger blasting the source of pleasure in the hole.

Clayton was practically riding his housemate's fingers, writhing and squirming on the bed, his eyes clamped shut and his mouth wide opening, groaning in pleasure. It was like Mo had the button to his pleasure and was pressing it over and over again non-stop.

'Ohhh, fuck, dude, fuck me, keep going. I love you inside me fucking me, making me your bitch, bro. Fuck my pussy,' Clayton couldn't help unleash a stream of words and phrases, adopting the tone of a bottom in the depths of pleasure.

Mo's eyes sparkled as he watched his housemate. He couldn't believe it - straight old Clayton, tossing on his bed, begging him to fuck his hole harder with his finger up inside him. He had his housemate in the grip of his hands, controlling his pleasure. The straight guy was his to do with as he pleased, and he loved every second of it. Who would've thought he could convert a straight guy to be a bottom this efficiently? He was just too good at this. He swallowed a laugh.

Mo wiggled his three fingers deep inside Clayton, pressing against the prostate so his housemate could receive maximum pleasure.

Clayton's moans grew louder as he was finger fucked until he shouted that he was going to cum. He spurted ropes of cum over himself as he climaxed.

Mo loved seeing his housemate all whimpering and blushing as he came from his influence, that it even pushed himself over the edge. With one hand he continued to finger fuck Clayton, and with the other he grabbed his own hard dick and tugged it, stroking it until he too came, firing cum over his housemates stomach and chest, the pools of cum mixing together into a hot wet mess across the man's torso.

The two men inhaled deeply as they rode the waves of their orgasms.

Mo slowly pulled his hand out of Clayton's hole, the rectum squeezing shut as he exited his housemate.

The two men looked at one another in orgasmic bliss and laughed, completely content with their second session together.

'So that was new,' Mo grinned.

'Uhh, more so for me, dude. I've never had anything inside before,' Clayton said, letting his legs fall to the bed.

'How'd it feel?'

'Fucking amazing, dude,' Clayton swept a hand across his forehead, pushing aside his damp fringe. 'How about you?'

'I loved it,' Mo shook his head in disbelief that he had experienced such an intense session with a straight guy, let alone his straight housemate. He fell down beside Clayton, lying on his back next to him.

Clayton rolled over to him, tucking himself on his side into Mo's larger muscular body as he closed his eyes.

Mo was surprised at the unexpected snuggle. He stared into space, wide-eyed, before accepting the embrace. He pulled the straight man into him, holding a large arm around him as he caressed his housemate's back.

'We have to do this again, sometime,' Clayton said quietly into Mo's chest.

'Of course,' Mo replied, but it was now time for his mind to wander his thoughts. Was Clayton really straight? Sure, he'd gotten him to bottom, but many straight guys liked playing with their asses.

This was a bit different. A guy burrowing into his body post-sex and holding him tight for a snuggle was another story.

He'd expected Clayton to thank him and wander off to clean himself, like all the straight down low guys he'd been with had done. What was he doing cuddling him as if they were something more than just housemates/fuck buddies.

Strange times indeed, Mo wandered as he stared into space. His housemate breathed softly beside him, wrapped up safely in his arms.