Bruh Stuff

The thing with my frat bro started one night at this big party at the start of the semester. I was talking to this girl and dancing with her most of the night. It got me so horny cause she was all up on me. And I guess there was just this feeling of general horniness in the air, it felt like a lot of people were gonna get laid.

But at some point she just left with her friend. I guess she wasn't that into me. I tried not to let it get to me. But I was visibly annoyed, I guess, and my bro Charlie noticed and put his arm around me. We kinda joke that Charlie is the frat mascot. It's just that he's so friendly and everybody likes him. He has a girlfriend and he's really smart, he's just kind of this steady presence who's always available.

So we were hanging out and dancing and stuff and I started to feel better. We wound up in his room and he had a joint that somebody had given him so we smoked it. I guess I was complaining about that girl leaving and he was kind of chiding me about being horny and wanting to get laid.

"Find somebody else," he said like it was the easiest thing in the world. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Like who?" I said. He gave a shrug. His eyes were twinkling, a little, in a way that made me curious.

"Whoever," he said. "You're a hot guy..."

"Shut up," I said.

"You know you are," he said. "You ever fuck a guy before?"

"No," I said. "Why?"

"Just curious," he said.

"Have you?" I said,

"Yeah," he said. My heart started racing.

"Are you bi?" I said.

"Yeah," he said. "Don't tell anybody. I mean, my girlfriend knows. But I don't know what the guys would think."

"I won't," I said. My mind was reeling. But the beer and weed were doing their thing. Of course I'd thought about what it would be like to have sex with a guy. But I'd never really thought I would go through with it. I still didn't think it, but my cock was obviously getting hard in this situation and I wasn't sure what to do about that, yet.

"So you said I'm a good looking guy, does that mean you would have sex with me?" I said.

"Yeah, I would," he said. "I mean, it's no big deal if you're not interested. And it's no big deal if you are, too. It could just be a one-time thing. Try it out and see if you like it," he said, and laughed. Charlie. He's a good looking guy, too, honestly: shorter than me, muscled. Everyone jokes about his bubble butt.

"Well, what would we do?" I said.

"You could fuck me," he said. "Honestly that's all I've really done with other guys."

"Like - in the ass?" I said.

"Yeah," he said. "To be honest I don't feel comfortable with kissing and stuff like that. But I like to get fucked. I've done it a couple times, and my girlfriend does it with a strap-on." I just looked at him. Then I nodded. "So you want to?" he said. I nodded again. He laughed and I laughed with him.

"This is crazy," I said.

"Yeah," he said, and got up. I could see he was aroused, too. He went to the door and locked it. That made it really real. "But kinda fun, too, right?" he said as he came back to the bed. He sat next to me. I felt totally awkward but it was kind of relieving to see that he did, too.

"We definitely can't tell anybody," I said.

"Dude, nobody's gonna know. They're all down there. And we're up here. And you're gonna fuck me," he said.

"Fuck yeah," I said and spread my legs so he could see the hard on in my jeans.

"Nice," he said, and reached over to feel it. I moaned when he did. "I've got some lube," he said. "No condoms."

"Do you want me to get some from my room?" I said.

"Only if you want to," he said.

"Not really," I said with a sly smile.

"Sweet," he said. "I like it better raw, anyway."

"That makes two of us," I said. Truth be told I was about as turned on as I'd ever been, because I hadn't fucked anyone bare since my high school girlfriend. Charlie got the lube from his nightstand.

"I guess we should get naked then," he said, and we laughed as we stripped down. Charlie does have a tight little body. I do, too, but my chest is hairy. He's smooth all over. He was hard as I was and I pulled on his cock a bit. Then he grabbed the lube and pushed some into his ass. He tossed it to me and I got my cock lubed up as he got on all fours on the bed.

"It's easier like this for me," he said. I didn't mind, not at all. His tight ass was all spread, his asshole looked about as inviting as any pussy I'd ever fucked: pink, tight, clean. "Just go slow," he said, looking back over his shoulder at me.

"Okay," I said. I have to admit, I was pretty nervous about it. But my cock was hard and once I found the right position I got the head inside. He told me to stop there so I did, then he said to keep going so I pushed more in. That was when I really felt it. Man, I had my dick in Charlie's ass. And it felt pretty goddamn good.

"Keep going?" I said.

"Yeah man give me the whole thing," Charlie said, so I did and he groaned and so did I. Then I just started fucking and honestly, once I got started, it was like it didn't matter that it was a guy, or Charlie. It felt so fucking good and I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"Shit I think I'm getting close," I said. "You want me to pull out?"

"Cum in me, man," Charlie said, so I did just that, grabbing onto his smooth firm cheeks as I pounded in him, bottomed out, and unloaded. When I slid out and Charlie rolled over I saw he came, too.

"Bonus," Charlie said, in regard to his load.

"Yeah just in case I thought you were doing me a favor," I said.

"I was," Charlie said. "Well I guess I was doing both of us a favor. I get off on it, man, I don't know..." We laughed about it as we got dressed and it was like it was the most normal thing. We went back down to the party and drank more and laughed and everything felt lighter because, you know, I'd just had some bomb sex.

There wasn't anything awkward after that, but a couple days later I just kept thinking about it, probably because Charlie and I were both home and he was wearing these sweatpants. I kept looking at his ass and thinking about how I'd fucked it and came inside it and I had to admit to myself, I wanted to do it again. So I waited until he went upstairs and followed him.

"What's up?" he said when he saw me standing in his doorway, but he totally knew.

"I'm just horny," I said.

"Shut the door," Charlie said and I did. "So what you think you can just stick it in me anytime you want now?" he said.

"No, man, I just..."

"I'm kidding man. It was hot," Charlie said, reaching into his desk drawer where he pulled out his lube and tossed it to me. "I have to get to class here in a minute so I can't take too long," he said, pulling down his sweatpants to reveal that smooth bubble butt that, if I was being honest with myself, I'd been thinking about ever since we'd fucked.

"No worries there, man, I'm so horned up I'll pop in no time," I said.

"Cool," Charlie said, and he got up on the bed on all fours, just like that, his ass all spread and ready for me. I had to say, part of the appeal for me was how casual he made it seem - like, "Oh, you wanna fuck my ass and cum real quick before class, no problem!" Like I was asking him to take out the trash, or something.

So I lubed up and slid it in him and he groaned when I got it all the way inside. He was so fucking tight and it felt incredible to not have any barrier between us. I was sober this time so it felt like I was feeling it even more. It only took me a few pumps before I was feeling my load build up in my balls. So I slowed down to at least make it last a little longer. Charlie was jacking off as I stuck it in him. I grabbed onto that butt and gave it a few more thrusts and but this time it was too good to hold back.

"Gonna cum in you dude," I said.

"Do it," Charlie said. "Me too." And I held it in him deep and blasted. I could feel him cumming, too, his asshole contracting around my fat cock with each shot. Then I pulled out and hiked up my pants and Charlie got up and did the same, first throwing a dirty pair of shorts on the load of cum he'd just shot onto his bed.

"Nice, man," Charlie said.

"Yeah," I said, still panting. "So did you tell your girlfriend? That we fucked?"

"No," Charlie said dismissively. "That's between us."

"Nice, man," I said, and Charlie smiled up at me. He had his backpack around his shoulder like he was ready to go to class and he was smiling up at me and I don't know what I was thinking but I just leaned down to kiss him. Meaning it to be like a peck on his lips but his lips parted and then it got serious.

"Whoa," he said once we'd pulled apart. He had a hard-on in his sweatpants and I was already hard again, too.

"Sorry, I know you don't like kissing and stuff..." I said, but Charlie interrupted me by kissing me again and this time we started sliding our tongues into each other's mouths.

"Shoot I really have to get to class," Charlie said, looking down at his hard-on. He shifted it around so it wouldn't show as well.

"Maybe pick this up later?" I said, and Charlie nodded his head. He looked as surprised as I was about how turned on we both were by each other.

So that was what started it off. No kissing, no sucking turned into us doing just about everything with each other, except for me bottoming. That's something I still can't quite wrap my head around. And even though we do it in secret, we talk about it now with each other. It's like our little secret thing that gets us through.