My Favorite Joyride

Though I am now engaged to my girlfriend of two years, I’ve always had bisexual feelings; ever since high school where I remember getting erections during wrestling matches, and fantasizing about males when I masturbated. Growing up in rural Virginia, I did not want to fall victim to the homophobic attitudes of the majority of my peers, so I kept my bisexuality secret – even my girlfriends never found my stashes of gay porn and homemade anal toys hidden in my bedroom. I had a crush on a particular friend of mine named Josh, who was my teammate on the wrestling team. For his senior year, his parents gave him a 1986 Camaro as a reward for his academic achievements. Since my parents did not have such good graces, he offered to rescue me from riding the school bus by transporting me back and forth to school every day. I accepted, of course, and over the course of a few weeks we became really good friends. I, of course, made no mention of the fact that every time I got in the car I was fantasizing about Josh driving me to a remote location and fucking me like an a****l. One school day Josh convinced me that it would be a great idea to skip school and take a joyride simply because we could: I thought nothing of the idea and agreed out of boredom. We left school and drove down to the local smoke shop, bought some cigarettes and a couple of sodas, and then got back on the road. I wasn’t sure where we were going so I asked, “Where are we heading?” Josh smiled. “Um, we’re going to my house,” he said. “You house?” I asked, confused. “How are we going to joyride in a house?” “I never said we were gonna be joyriding in my car,” he said, still smiling. “Besides, my parents are at work and we’ll have plenty of fun.” I felt a wave of excitement: In the back of my mind I hoped John had something naughty in mind, but I was sure that couldn’t be possible. So I convinced myself that he was probably talking about riding a new four-wheeler or something. Once we entered his house, Josh eagerly went straight to his bedroom, indicating with a gesture for me to follow. His room had no chair or couch, so I took a seat on his bed, now wondering what “joyride” could have possibly meant. Josh then closed the door behind us, turned to me, and said, “Take your clothes off.” I felt bl**d rush to my head and my heart started pounded in shock. “Do what?” I stammered. “Take your clothes off,” he repeated. “Why?” I asked, wondering if this was a joke. “Oh don’t act like you haven’t had a boner for me ever since last year! You don’t think I know you’ve wanted to fuck me since you first saw me at wrestling practice?!” I felt like I was daydreaming. “No, I didn’t know you knew,” I said, trying to hide the redness of my face. “I never told you and…I thought you were straight.” “Ha!” Josh laughed. “Well I thought I was, too, until I found out I wasn’t. Now take your fucking clothes off!” I didn’t have to be told again; I already had a full-on erection as I ripped off my shoes, pants, and t-shirt. I had my briefs half-way over my ass when Josh pounced on me, full of passion, kissing me and pinning me down on his bed. He pressed his body against mine and I felt his hard cock rubbing against mine through his pants, sending a wave of pleasure through my body like I had never felt before. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I moaned loudly; he let out a quiet moan, then climbed off of me and stepped back, undressing. He stripped naked and then pulled my boxers over my feet and tossed them aside. Pushing my legs apart, he climbed back onto the bed and took my cock in his hands. He lowered his face to my throbbing cock and began licking its head; circling it with the tip of his tongue and making me writhe from the sensations. I was so aroused that each time his tongue touched my dick I felt a magical wave of pleasure rocketing through my body. He licked me a few more times before he slowly sucked my cock into his warm, wet mouth. Gently squeezing my balls in his fingers, he began working his lips up and down my cock, making me moan and bringing me closer and closer to climax. “Seems like you’ve done this before,” I managed to say. Josh didn’t stop sucking to answer me. His fingers stroked along my perineum and then his middle finger found my asshole. I felt a new wave of pleasure ripple through my body as he began fingering me, working his finger around inside my rectum and then finger-fucking me while he steadily sucked my cock. He suddenly pulled my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me. A couple of long strings of saliva dangled from my cock to his lips, and some dripped from his chin as he stared at me, relentlessly fucking my hole with his finger. “Spit on your cock,” he ordered. I quickly sat up, hocked up some spit, and blew a wad of spit toward my dick. I fell back, and then realized I had missed my cock and spit on Josh’s face. “Sorry…” I began. “Shut the fuck up,” Josh said f***efully. “Do it again.” I spat again, and this time landed a foamy white gob of spit of my cock, which Josh licked off before sucking me into his magic mouth again. As he continued to finger my ass, his lips tightened on my dick and I felt myself peaking. With a fantastic buildup, I exploded into Josh’s mouth; I jerked and grunted as he held my penis in his mouth, moaning as he swallowed every drop of my semen. “Holy fuck that was good,” Josh exclaimed with a smile, licking the last bit of cum oozing from my cock as I panted in recovery. “That was the best experience of my life,” I said after a moment, standing up and taking a step away from the bed before Josh rudely shoved me back onto the bed. “We’re not done yet, bitch,” he said naughtily. “I’m not letting you out of here without putting my dick in that cute mouth of yours.” “I don’t know how to give a blowjob,” I argued, “the only meat that’s ever been in my mouth got chewed and swallowed.” Josh laughed. “Just skip the chewing part and you’ll be ok.”