Shane Allison edits gay erotica for Cleis Press and his book of prodominately erotic poems, Slut Machine is out from Rebel Satori Press. He is at work on a novel.
Dirty White Boy
So I was on my way home from work last night when I get a text from Mike. U want 2 cum over? Truth was I was dog tired. I had only been on my feet for 13 hours straight and all I wanted to do was take my hard working-ass to bed, but when it comes down to Mike, it’s hard, (no pun intended) to say no to him.
Yeah, sure. I told him. I turned around and made a detour to Mike’s crib. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so tired knowing that within minutes, Mike would be skull-fucking me with his fat one.
How quickly can u get here? Horny as fuck! He wrote.
Just getting off work, headed over now.
Kewl. Hurry! With the students out of town, traffic had come to a crawl, so it didn’t take me long to get to Mike’s crib. When I pulled into his apartment complex I realized that I didn’t have any rubbers. I spotted his Buick and pulled in next to it. “He probably just wants me to suck his dick anyway,” I said to myself. It was apartment 23B from what I remembered. A light shined from his window on the second floor. I trudged up the steep steps where this golden-haired college boy awaited me. My dick was so hard it hurt. My mouth was already watering for Mike’s dick. I knocked gently on the door. Mike answered, cracking it open just so.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“Come in, quick.” He opened the door wide enough for me to squeeze in. Mike didn’t have on a stitch of clothing. His apartment smelled like ripe, sweaty asshole. He locked the door behind me; his dick was brick-fucking hard.
“Damn, you are horny.”
“I just thought I would see what you were up to tonight.”
I couldn’t stop looking at Mike’s eight incher, the way he stroked it with chubby fingers. Straight porn was playing out on his TV. A threesome of some beefy brunet getting blown by this chick with a bad dye job while she’s getting her pussy eaten by this blonde with fake, buxom tits.
“You want a beer?”
“Yeah, whatever you got is cool.”
I gawked at Mike’s ass as he plucked two beers out of the frig. He twisted the tops off and handed me a cold one.
The last time I was here I damn-near had my entire face up his ass. Mike took a swig from his beer and sat down. There were already two empty bottles sitting on the coffee table.
“How was work?” He asked.
“Boring. As soon as I got there I wanted to walk my ass back out.”
I sat down next to Mike as he pulled at the meaty crown of his dick. His apartment was not dirty but it wasn’t clean either. There were movie posters thumbtacked on the living room wall.
“Can I suck it?” I asked.
“Since when do you need permission? Mike grinned with a boyish smile, his cheeks all rosy. I took a swig from my beer, rested the bottle on the table next to those that were empty before I arched over into his lap and maneuvered his dick past my lips. His dick pulsed like it had been waiting to be slathered.
“Deep throat it,” Mike pleated. I took his junk to his balls, his golden bush traipsing against my lips as his dick-tip banged against my throat. Thanks to Mike I don’t gag anymore.
“I miss these lips,” he said before taking another swill of Sweet Water Blue.
With all my weight on one arm, I started to get uncomfortable so I slid onto my knees between Mike’s thighs. Yeah, this is good. Got a better angle.
“Look up at me,” he said.
I did what he wanted.
“You like sucking my dick don’t you?”
All I could do was nod.
“Yeah, you do. Pinch my nipples.”
I reached up and took one between my fingers.
“Harder,” he demanded.
I slid in deep, holding Mike’s dick at the back of my throat.
“Fuck that feels good. Suck my balls.” I lapped at the tender skin of his sac. The sweat from his balls was sweet.
“Not so hard,” he said.
I eased up.
“Yeah, like that.”
When I started to tease his taint Mike arched his big tanned furred legs up over my head and brought them down on my shoulders.
“Do it, man. Lick my asshole.” He knows that this is what does it for me. He slid in close toward my face. I felt for his corn hole with tongue and fingers. Mike’s got that musky, straight boy down-low ass. I started to suck hard at his hole. He fidgeted when I put my finger anywhere near his opening, but I know he wants to get fucked. I can see it in him. Mike pumped his dick as I feasted. My ream work drove him to release these high pitch yells. I could turn him out; own his ass, his big thick dick. I drove my tongue up in him. He pushed his dick in my face. Mike knew I had to have it about as much as he wanted to give it to me. I knew his load was going to be astronomical, break fucking world records with the build-up of nut I knew he had stored. Lips slid along his shaft. I wrapped my lips tight around it, holding Mike in my mouth. I tasted a little pre-jizz. I took his right nip between index and thumb and squeezed as I pounded down his hard-on.
I got him. He’s loaded, but I got him cocked.
His dick tensed.
Give me that juice!
I tweaked his nips. I took his eight inches to the head.
Mike came. An explosion of his juices filled my mouth. I held him in. I felt him coming and coming. All I could do was take his jizz that slid fast down my gullet. I kept at him. I wanted every white drop. His face was all contorted, flushed red from the orgasm. I pulled off of him easy when I think he’s had enough. He jerked as I eased off his tender meat. He watched me with those icy blues as I lapped stray pearls of nut from the tip of his dick; I drained his balls dry. I eased back up on the sofa next to him. I guzzled the rest of my beer to wash down the taste of ass, sweat and cum. Mike’s dick started to soften and dry from my spit. We sat there spent, enjoying our beers.
“It’s a good thing you got up with me ‘cause I was on my way home.”
“I’m gonna take a shower. You want to join me?” He asked.
Mike had never asked me to shower with him in the past, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Yeah, I need to wash the stench of work off of me.”
The next morning I woke Mike up with my lips wrapped around his dick, tonguing his balls. I had him on his hands and knees, smothering my face in the sweat-stink of his ass. It took some coaxing, but he let me fuck him finally. Mike didn’t get all weird about it like I thought. I knew then that I had him. This dirty white boy was officially turned out.
I guess it’s too late to have sex with you
I guess it’s too late to go to my place to have sex with you
I guess it’s too late to start having sex
I guess it’s too late to begin having sex
I guess we’ll never have sex
I guess we’re too different to do sex
I guess we can’t have sex anymore
I guess we are not suited to be sexual
I guess we’ll never have sex now
I guess having sex with you is not in the cards now
I guess I can’t expect we’ll ever have sex now
I guess I have to give up all my dreams of having sex with you
I guess having sex is really out of the question
I guess loving you is too difficult
Too much work and still to be friends