A Straight Jock's Hole

'How could I have said that? Idiot idiot!' Mo thought to himself. It had been days since the session with Clayton where he had asked what they were to one another, insinuating that maybe they were more than just friends or fuck buddies, but Clayton had shrugged it off, nonchalantly saying they were just friends messing about.

'Of course he had answered in that way, he's straight. Straight!' Mo cursed himself now. He had been wracking his brain for days over his misstep and temporary lapse of judgement where he had been honest, becoming vulnerable and presenting his feelings to Clayton. His straight housemate only wanted casual sex, he was a fool to think otherwise.

Treating his emotional wounds now, he wished he could just crawl into a hole and disappear. But of he couldn't do that since his fuck buddy was literally just down the hall from him. 'Uhhh' he thought desperately. 'Mo, how'd you end up in this situation?'

*****

If things were meant to be awkward between the housemates, then Clayton was doing a fine job of hiding things.

Mo was sitting in the kitchen one morning when Clayton appeared.

'Hey, man, how're things?' The jock was all chipper and positive vibes.

'Yo, good, you?' Mo croakily looked up from his cereal. 'How is he always in such a good mood?' Mo thought crankily to himself.

'All good here, dude,' Clayton poured himself a class of orange juice and popped some bread into the toaster. 'You under the weather?'

Mo cleared his throat. 'Nah, just haven't slept well lately.' It wasn't a lie. The situation with Clayton had been playing on his mind and he found himself stirring in bed throughout the night.

'Ah, shit. That sucks. There's stuff you can take for that, like supplements, or chamomile tea.'

Mo's face remained neutral. He really didn't need a pep talk at this hour.

'Or ... a good workout always helps. Get you pumping so then when you get to bed you fall fast asleep. Doesn't necessarily have to be a gym workout either if you catch my drift?' Clayton winked.

Mo chuckled but internally his mind was racing. 'What the fuck?' Mo thought. 'I love sex, but this dude is all of a sudden hyper for sex, he's worse than I am.'

Clayton filled the silence, not waiting for a reply from Mo. 'So maybe this evening we could ... have a bit of fun?'

'I dunno ...' Mo began. He couldn't believe he was considering turning down a chance of sex, but lately his feelings towards Clayton had gotten complicated, and he didn't want to make things worse.

'Come on, dude, you love it as much as I do,' Clayton smiled, practically begging to get fucked.

Mo pondered it over for a few moments. 'Maybe Clayton isn't the problem,' he thought. 'Maybe I just need to treat this like it's any old fuck. Cut out the emotions. Just become detached, enjoy it purely for the physical pleasure and then leave.' Mo nodded, agreeing on his plan.

'Yeah, sure, let's do it,' Mo answered finally.

'Great, dude, looking forward to it,' Clayton clapped him on the back and left for his room with his toast.

Mo watched him leave. 'If a fuck session is what he wants, that's what I'll give him,' he thought darkly.

*****

The evening rolled around and Mo had set everything up in his room. Over the course of the day, he'd come to realise the problem. Usually he thought himself somewhat of a player, fucking dudes and getting out of then, blocking guys' numbers or ghosting them. The issue was Clayton was a friend and his housemate, so he had shown him some tenderness.

What he had to do was just treat him like any of those slutty men he'd hooked up with, use them and act impartial afterwards. It was fuck-boy toxicity, but it worked when you didn't want to see a guy again.

Clayton was a curious straight guy, not used to the more intense sessions that gay men can get up to, so he just needed a bit of roughhousing to scare him 'straight' as it were. 'That will get him off my case,' Mo thought. 'And my dick,' he hoped.

Mo undressed as Clayton knocked, coming into his room in his underwear. 'You ready, bro?' he asked.

'Ready when you are,' Mo replied. Clayton looked tasty, the shorter man's muscular body looking tight. Mo had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from sighing in pleasure. He had to stay in his fuck-boy character. 'Focus, focus,' he repeated to himself.

'Ok,' he cleared his throat. 'Take it out and get it wet,' he commanded.

Clayton seemed taken aback by Mo's order - Mo was usually quite tender and took things slow.

'Sure,' Clayton moved over to him and drew down Mo's underwear, making the hard dick plop out. He smiled at the wondrous appendage that swung before him.

'On your knees, get it in your mouth,' Mo ordered, trying to stay as emotionless and detached as possible.

Clayton complied and got to work on the hard shaft, licking it with his tongue and moving back and forth to swallow it into his throat. He moaned as he blew Mo.

Mo had to swallow a whimper. 'Fuck, how has he somehow managed to get better at sucking dick?' He scrunched up his face, trying to fight the look of pleasure that was beginning to set in across his face.

'Come on, take it down to the balls,' Mo gripped the back of Clayton's head, pushing his cock deep into his throat. He needed to do something to gain control of the situation. Clayton was enjoying it too much. He facefucked his housemate, picking up the pace and moving in deep so that his balls slapped against Clayton's cheeks as he made his shaft disappear into his throat. 'That should work,' Mo thought, smirking.

Clayton spluttered, choking on the dick. He fought to break free.

Mo let go and Clayton came off the dick, gasping for air and coughing.

Once Clayton regained composure, he smiled, looking up at Mo with tears in his eyes. 'Mmmm, that was so fucking hot. I love it when you're all dominant with me. I wasn't sure at first, but it's turning me on so much,' he wiped saliva and precum from his lips and chin before taking the dick in his mouth again.

Mo just stared at his housemate in bewilderment. 'This little straight slut,' he thought. He was puzzled. He was sure this would turn off Clayton, but to no avail - he was enjoying it more than ever. He needed to think of something else.

'Alright, I wanna fuck you. Up on the bed,' Mo jerked his head to the bed.

'Can't wait,' Clayton hopped up, perky and full of energy. He didn't take any notice of Mo's bluntness or lack of emotions. He seemed to just be enjoying anything that Mo threw at him.

'But I want you sucking on this, I'm sick of hearing you talk' Mo held up a long, thick dildo. He shoved the end of it to his headboard so the suction pad stuck to the hard wood. 'That way, both of your holes can be used at the same time.'

'That's so hot,' Clayton giggled with excitement. He positioned himself on all fours with his head straight forward, his mouth directed to where the dildo was before swallowing it in his mouth.

'There you go, slut,' Mo said, climbing up on the bed behind Clayton. He'd have to throw in some of his best verbal cues that he used in these situations.

He lubed up Clayton's hole before pressing his cock inside.

Clayton moaned around the dildo in his mouth.

Mo pushed deeper inside, building up a rhythm as he fucked the straight jock's hole. Each thrust pressed Clayton further forward so he was swallowing the dildo further into his mouth.

'Nowhere to go, bitch,' Mo said, using more dirty words and phrases that were new to their fuck sessions. 'Keep that dildo in your slutty little mouth while I fuck your hole.'

Clayton swallowed the dick further down his throat and clenched his hole, feeling the big dick of his housemate stretching him. He moaned, feeling both of his holes getting some action.

'Take it, bitch,' Mo taunted, fucking him harder and deeper so he was pushed forward down onto the dildo.

Mo slapped him on the butt cheeks, piling on the intensity to test the straight jock.

But the more intense the session got, it only seemed to egg Clayton on further, who moaned louder with pleasure, rather than begging for it to calm down or cease.

'How is he taking all this?' Mo wondered. He had to admit himself, he was loving that Clayton was accepting everything he was giving to him. He usually kept the more rough, dominant moves for kinky guys who liked submission, but maybe Clayton was a fan?

Mo was beginning to enjoy the session that he almost forgot his whole plan of trying to get his housemate off his scent. His cock felt amazing in Clayton's smooth hole that was gripping him; he was getting turned on even more by Clayton moaning with a dildo around his mouth; and all the verbal cues he was saying and slaps he was giving, were everything he loved in a session. He had to snap out of his enjoyment for a second in order to get the train back on the tracks.

'Ok, I'm tired of doing all the work, you're going to ride me now,' Mo laid on his back on the bed, while he directed Clayton to climb atop his lap.

'Mmmm, this is so hot, dude,' Clayton said, finally able to voice his enjoyment of the session now that the dildo was out of his mouth.

Mo rolled his eyes and pointed to his crotch. 'On my dick now.'

'Sure thing,' Clayton was giddy with excitement as he climbed aboard, getting into a crouch position and shakily descending on the dick.

Soon, Clayton was going to town on Mo's dick, riding it as he shifted back and forth, moving on and down as the shaft moved in and out of him. He moved his hips and butt so he was able to angle the shaft inside him.

'What a pro,' Mo shook his head and couldn't help but admit the fact, surprised at how much of a grasp Clayton had on fucking while being on top.

'Where did you learn that?' Mo had to ask.

'Women I've been with do it. How hard can it be?' Clayton smiled, his face an expression of pleasure as he took the dick deep inside him.

'Fucking hell,' Mo threw his head back against he pillows. He moaned as Clayton's hole pleasured his shaft, right from the cock head all the way down to the base at his balls.

He could just lay there all day and let the straight jock go to town on him. It didn't make sense, straight guys weren't supposed to be pros at bottoming.

Mo was going to get frustrated about the injustice and irony of it all, but the pleasure was too good. Clayton was too good. His hole felt ... too good.

'One last try,' he thought, raising his head from the pillows. He grabbed the dildo from the bed and placed it in front of Clayton. 'Think you can take both my dick and the dildo?' It was the last attempt he could think of.

Clayton's eyes were wide with wonder as he bounced on Mo's dick. He came to a stop and then just smiled. 'Let's do it!'

Mo lubed up the dildo and placed it beside his cock and Clayton lowered himself down. Both the cock head of Mo's dick and the dildo entered him.

Clayton slowly lowered himself down. The hole began stretching further. He groaned a bit in pain so he moved back up, but soon continued down, breathing deeply as he took both shafts inside him.

'How are you doing this?' Mo looked on in awe as his cock and dildo disappeared inside Clayton's hole.

'I've been practising on really big dildos,' Clayton laughed, and soon he was riding both the cock and dildo, getting lower as he crouched further and further down, finally reaching the base of both, letting them plunge inside him. He moaned, his own dick rock hard from the pressure against his prostate.

Mo would've been pissed, after all his efforts to thwart Clayton, but he was too absorbed in awe at his straight housemate's ability to take both a big cock and big dildo in his hole.

The scene was too much for him, plus the feeling of the hole and dildo rubbing against his own cock was extremely pleasurable that he just let go and felt the orgasm pulse through him.

He felt his cock explode with hot cum, shooting inside Clayton as he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.

Clayton himself was riled up by the sight of his housemate getting off that he felt the orgasm bubbling up in him and he fired off ropes of cum down onto Mo's chest.

The pair shouted with intense groans of pleasure, gripping each other where they were before falling down onto the bed, the dildo plopping out of Clayton and Mo's cock sliding out.

They lay there, exhausted, but in bliss from the session.

'That was incredible. I loved the dominant roleplay you were doing. So unexpected, man, but really added some spice to the fucking,' Clayton laughed.

'Glad you liked it,' was all that Mo could say. Sure he had unexpectedly enjoyed it too, but secretly he was frustrated that nothing he had thrown at Clayton had seemed to waver him one bit. Every ball he had fired at him, he'd swung and hit without batting an eyelash. All the emotionless dialogue, all the kinky play, all the dirty verbal talk, all the physically rough moves. He'd even used both of his holes and had a dick and dildo up Clayton at the same time! The straight jock was even more into gay sex that he had envisioned.

He needed to somehow get him out of Clayton's system so his housemate didn't want to keep begging to have sex with him.

'And I'm going to have to get Clayton out of my system so I stop having all these feelings for a straight jock ... This is going to be more difficult than I had imagined,' he surmised.