Gay Sex Stories presents "Craig - Gay Sex Stories".

I am Craig. Any boi would love to get their hands on me, but they won't. I will stay a virgin until Jeff decides to have sex with me. That might be never. He is about as straight as a guy can be. Although he looks like a male model, curly dark hair, slight beard shadow, great shoulders and narrow waist he doesn't even realize that he's hot. Even his toes are outstanding, perfectly straight with three hairs on each one. His smile make you squint your eyes, it's so bright.

Jeff is an all around good guy. He plays baseball for the Uni. But manages to devote time to tutoring at the local adolescent Detention Center.

He likes me! But he never shows any sexual interest. I don't think he has ever looked down past my waist. He's totally uninterested in male equipment, although his is excellent (I don't mind looking.) Naturally it's untrimmed, plenty of hair there but his meat and large hanging balls can be seen through the jungle. Most of his body in hairless, but he has some around each large nipple surround....cute. He also has a trail going down to his essentials.

I'm sure if you asked him, he couldn't describe me, he is just that uninterested in guys. I once mentioned that Brat Pitt was good looking and he said that he never noticed.

Me, I am a get-hit-on blond with blue eyes and thick over the forehead bangs. I'm not as tall as Jeff's six feet, being 5'7 if I stretch my middle section. I'm not model type, but cute. I have to deflect advances from other eager fumbling youths. I am determined to keep my cock for Jeff. Of course he doesn't know that and if he did, he wouldn't get mad or laugh, he's too nice. He'd worry about me. Shit, what do you do with a guy like that?

Jeff hasn't a special girl. He sees three. He gets sex regularly as far as I can see. I can't expect his horniness to propel him toward me.

He's one of those really nice straight boys. The three girls must be dying to get him to pick one of them to be serious with, but he treats them all respectfully and politely, not to say he doesn't kiss them until they spurt. He's an expert lover, enjoys sex, but doesn't crow about his conquests. Why should he? They come too easily.

I have never seen him fuck a girl, but I know he does it in our room. I love the smell when I came in later. His sweet spooge and her perfumed liquid. I've even done some really perverted things after he left with the girl. I've felt the wet spot on the sheet and......I hate to say this, licked the spot.

The reason I have never seen Jeff "in the saddle" is that we have one of those arrangements with the towel on the door. If it's there, I never come in. He told me I could do the same, but the towel will only go up only when I go down.....on Jeff.

Of course I have seen Jeff naked. He's totally at ease with his body. It drives me nuts when he crosses the room, his cock swinging, and the room being perfumed by his cock odor, especially after practice.

Jeff is a sloppy daug. He doesn't mean to be mean, it's just something he does without malice. I guess mom loved him as much as I do and picked up after him. I am like a mother to him and he appreciates it. I pick up his clothes from the floor, sort them, throw those that need it in the laundry basket and wash them along with mine. At least my clothes are having sex with Jeff.

Now this status quo was soon to change. But first let me tell you the two things that brought about the event. One...he got drunk for the first time that I know, and two....he is a really nice and sympathetic kid.

Now here's what happened: I was almost asleep, I was caught in that time between awake and about to fall asleep when the door burst open and Jeff staggered in. "Hi roomie old pal. Glad to see you," he slurred and walked unsteadily to his bed across the room. He leaned down to untie his sneaker and fall headlong on the floor, laughing hysterical.ly I got up and came over to him.

"Here, take hold of my hand, I'll help you up and get you to bed."

"You are so good to me and I don't deserve it."

"Sure you do. You're a bit of a slob, but you're my favorite slob."

"Oh that's so great of you to say nice things to me when I've been a shit
to you."

I had put him in a sitting position on the bed and I took off his sneaks, sweat sox (oh they were damp and sweet smelling, I was getting a little stiff in the cock region) then I leaned over his and told him to lift his arms. He did it like a good little boy. Oh that chest, those pits, I was getting dizzy. "Now for the pants," He lifted his perky ass and off they came. No underwear, tonight might have been a fuck date.

Then I remembered what he had said last, "Why do you think you've been a shit to me?"

He was now lying on his back in the bed, his arms behind his head, the pits wafting strong and delicious. "Because you are gay and I'm not and you got something for me and I can't help you."

I was astounded at this. I never thought he even knew about my private thoughts. Then I heard him blubbering. Of course he was drunk, but it was pitiful to watch. I came close and put my arms around him. "Jeff Please don't cry. I'm fine. You haven't done anything wrong to me."

Suddenly he half sat up. "Craig, I'll never be as drunk as this again.
I'm going to really be a friend and a roomie, but if you take me up on my
offer I'll be moving out and we won't be friends anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Because I love you pal, I'm going to let you have your way with me. Here
I'll keep me hands behind my back and my eyes closed and you can just do
it."

He took that position. He looked so cute, so vulnerable. Should I risk
our friendship? Is it worth sucking off your four month sex dream boy? Do
this just for a chance to taste his cock? Hell yes!

I took my hand, pointed my index finger and ran it the length of the top of
his flaccid cock This boy was not only not hard, he was as soft as a wet
sponge. I wrapped my hand around this substantial meat and lifted it. It
sat soft and warm in my hand, but no stir of blood in its vessels. Shit,
this guy really is straight. I looked at his face, it was serene and
almost sleepy. Hell what a lover am I. Finally I took the tube and began
a very slow wank. Twice as I came up toward the head I swiped my thumb
over the area of the piss slit. For the first time I noticed a change.
His foreskin was slightly retracted and his shiny pink head was more
exposed. I figured I was doing the right thing. I continued. Now I could
see two changes, one his cover was now completely retracted, second, his
ball sac had thickened and was less loose. Again I looked at his face. It
was a little less serene and his pretty mouth was slightly open for more
oxygen I hoped.

No use delaying. I was in for the ride. I leaned down and breathed on his
cock, you now, short hah, hah's. Now that made some effect. His cock did
not lengthen, I guess he was a lifter rather than a grower, but it
definitely lifted slightly. It was now or never. I opened my mouth into
an "O" and took the head in. It had a lovely sweet taste from the slight
froth on it. I could see that he pulled his stomach in, unconsciously
giving me more space and I took it. My hair was on his belly, his cock was
halfway into my mouth. I was salivating like a racehorse. It must felt
good to him because his cock stiffened even more and lifted off his belly.
I began a slow, soft, rhythm, up and down. I noticed that Jeff slightly
lifted his hips when I let his cock move out of my mouth. He wanted it to
be in the hot wet cave. I know he didn't even know what he was doing. He
would have been appalled if he realized that he was cooperating. He would
think he was gay.

No time now for further niceties. I had finished the appetizer, now for
the main course. I allowed his soaked, hot cock to slide down my throat.
Once it was lodged there I swallowed rapidly. His lower body was now
thrusting, maybe an inch or two. This was fucking my mouth, but he'd never
believe it.

Up to now Jeff hadn't uttered a sound. While he was breathing regularly,
it wasn't nosy, certainly not a pant. I wished I could get a reaction. I
know his mind was busy with the sensations I was producing and his own
rejection of the pleasure he was receiving. I figured this was the time to
get a little experimental. I continued the regularly up and down, but with
my finger I traced the outline of his balls that were slowly climbing up to
settle on the lower part of his cock shaft. His sac was gone, it had been
absorbed into his lower shaft. This meant he was getting very close. I
increased the stroking of his balls, now for the first time he vocally
reacted. No big thing, just a soft "uh". But I loved it as much as if he
had shouted out my name in passion.

His hips betrayed impatience. The boy no longer realized that I t was his
roommate, me, Craig with the horrorible fact that he was having gay sex
performed on him. No, the straight boy he was, he just wanted his cum.
His thrusting became more urgent, his mouth was now slack and more open and
some spittle was on his lips. His color had heightened to a cherry red and
there was a splash across his muscular chest.

Then he did crow. That sound almost made me cum myself. It was a long big
bird sound. Suddenly his cock seemed to get longer and harder and then he
spewed, jock, straight, college boy spunk. Thick streams of it hit the
roof of my mouth. I moved out slightly to taste it. It was strangely
sweet and salty at the same time. He kept thrusting and delivering his
essence and I swallowed like a hungry bird. Finally he stopped. I came
off his cock. He lay there a moment, pulling himself together. His eyes
were still closed. I know he didn't want to see a male there who had just
gotten him off. Suddenly he pushed hard at my shoulder. "Get the fuck off
me," he said in a really hateful voice. I said nothing. I just went over
to my bed and gradually tried to sleep.

A few moments later I heard the familiar even deep breathing as straight
boy had his after cum tumble into oblivion. I was not upset at his rough
dismissal of me. I felt that he had had a great cum and a passionate time.
No guy can forget that. I was sure he'd be back for more.

I had three classes back to back the next day. Jeff was sleeping with the
sheet over his face. I dressed quietly and headed out. When I got back I
was shocked to see that even item of Jeff's was gone. He was true to his
word. No more friend or roommate.

Naturally we were both still at the same small college and we passed each
other in the hall or on the quad, but he always averted his eyes.

Looking back I wonder if I was wrong in taking him up on his offer. I just
don't know.

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