Reader Confessions: Wednesday Edition

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

I hated having to transfer to another college, but when you find your boyfriend in bed with someone else, well, let's just say that you're better off in a whole new environment. No, the breakup wasn't a logical reason to transfer, but it was the logistical reason. You see, I met Mark halfway through my freshman year. By midterms of my junior year, we had rented an apartment together. Things were fine until I came home early and found Mark on all fours with some kid from Chem. Lab up his ass. The breakup was nasty, to say the least, and a friend of mine offered me his spare bedroom. That was great, save for the fact that he lived nearly two hours from the campus.

Thankfully, there was a small college about half an hour from his place and all my credits would transfer without any trouble. I showed up at his door later that evening wearing a sheepish grin. Justin pulled me into his apartment and hugged me. His welcoming hug was genuine, unlike Mark, who simply wanted a dick up his ass and nothing more. Justin and I had been close friends since high school, and, even though he was straight as a fucking board, he had no problem expressing platonic love, even to me.

Justin helped me get my things from my car, and then listened to me prattle on for several hours about how much of a dick Mark was. He was always the perfect confidant. He knew when to listen and when to give advice. He was great; too bad he was straight. Okay, I admit, that wasn't the first time that the thought had crossed my mind. The guy was a piece of eye candy and then some: he stood about 5'10" and had the muscle tone of Adonis. His hair was short and spiky, brown at the roots and dirty blonde at the tips. Walking through a metal detector with him was a fucking trip though; he was obsessed with piercings and had quite a few: a barbell in his tongue, 3 studs in each ear, a tiny ring in his right eyebrow, rings in both nipples, and a ring in his navel. I told you, the guy was obsessed.

His boyish face lit up when he laughed, and he could make even Ebenezer Scrooge smile on his worst day. By around one in the morning, I was dozing off, so I told him goodnight and retired to my new room. I said it was a spare bedroom, but it was larger than most. Even with the queen-size bed jutting out from the middle of the wall, there was still plenty of space. I stripped down to my silk boxers and crawled under the covers. Within minutes, I was sound asleep.

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I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair, brushing the long auburn strands out of my face. I pattered to the kitchen and there was Justin, cooking breakfast for the two of us. He gave me a smile as we sat down to eat.

"How did you sleep," he asked between bites. I yawned and nodded as I ate a piece of bacon. I could get used to this. Thank the gods it was Saturday because I certainly didn't feel like going anywhere, but I decided to join Justin for his daily work-out. No way in hell I was going to pass up the chance to see a pair of spandex shorts hug his tight ass. He knew why I was going and I never bit my tongue when I had a comment to make. He didn't mind the stares and crude comments; hell, sometimes I think he actually enjoyed the attention. He had just gotten out of a long distance relationship with a girl who lived two states away, and he swore he would never date again. That was seven months ago, and not once did I see him with another woman after his oath. I had to hand it to him, he was steadfast.

We spent two hours at the fitness center before coming home. Justin refused to take a shower there, saying he much preferred his own. I lay back on the sofa and channel surfed while he took his shower. Images of water cascading down his glistening, soapy body refused to leave me alone, and it took all the resolve I had to keep the rock hard bulge in my shorts from being seen as he came out wearing nothing but a towel. He plopped down on the sofa a few feet from me and I could see the outline of his huge cock against the wet, clinging towel.

"Hey, there's a party going on tonight. I don't think you're going to know anyone, but you're welcome to come if you want." His smile was genuine and I simply couldn't turn him down. The rest of the afternoon was rather uneventful and by six in the evening, we were ready to get the hell out of the house. I was standing at my dresser, trying to find something to wear, when Justin knocked on the door. I told him it was cool and he opened the door.

"Damn, I'm sorry man," he laughed when he realized I was only wearing my boxers.

"Is cool, man, just trying to find something to wear is all."

He laughed a little and, as he shut the door, I heard him mumble, "Damn, I need a cold shower now." I turned toward the door, a little amused and completely stunned. I don't think he knew that I heard him, so I didn't say anything about it.

We got to the party around seven, and I didn't know a soul. The people were very cool though, and we ended up getting suckered into a childish game of truth or dare. I was sitting on the grass outside and Justin was sitting on a lawn chair across from me. I tried not to stare all night, but I simply couldn't help it. His blue jeans hugged his body, forming perfectly around the large bulge in front. His white t-shirt hung loosely over his belly, but clung tightly to his chest and biceps. He looked absolutely delicious. I dreaded my turn to show up in someone's dare, mainly because I didn't know anyone, but it inevitably happened.

A guy named Luke dared Justin to kiss a guy. Justin looked around and his eyes locked on mine. My heart pounded as I watched him move to me and, before I realized it, his lips were on mine. The sound of clapping and raging laughter could be heard a mile away, but it soon died down to ripples of giggles as they all, including me, realized that Justin didn't plan on stopping the kiss. Instead of the normal dare-type kiss of a single peck on the lips, Justin had his tongue down my throat and his lips locked on mine. Nearly three minutes later, he broke away and smiled. I swallowed hard and we both joined the others in the laughter.

After that kiss, we stayed for another three hours, but I caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye every few minutes. I was horny as hell and totally confused. The ride home was quiet and tense, but not a bad type of tense. I had the feeling there was something Justin was going to tell me. We walked in the apartment and sat down on the couch. He looked nervous and I tried my best to be calm and understanding without jumping on him and covering his entire body in kisses.

"Eric," he sighed, "there's something that I've been wanting to talk about." It took all the reserve I had to keep the gleeful grin off my face.

"Yes, Justin? You know you can tell me anything, man." This was hard as hell, on so many levels.

"You know that I haven't been with any girl in over seven months, but I haven't exactly told you why." Another sigh, this one a bit drawn out. "I've been, well, I've been a little curious, to tell you the truth." I felt like my heart and my groin were on fire.

"What exactly do you mean by 'curious,' man? You're saying you're curious about being with a guy?" He nodded and I nearly jumped out of my skin from glee and raw lust.

"Yea, but the only gay guy I know and trust, is, well, is you." He looked up at me and I fucking melted. Those beautiful blue eyes were begging me to show him what a man could do. I didn't want to scare him by making the first move, but I had nothing to worry about. He moved closer to me, our thighs brushing each other.

"Show me, Eric," he whispered close to my lips. "Show me everything." That was it. All I wanted was to push him face down and slide my cock up his ass, but, no, I needed to take this one slow...at least for now. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I lost all semblance of control. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved my tongue down his throat and he kissed me even harder. We never made it to the bedroom. Within seconds, our clothes were off and we were on the floor. I pushed him to his back and sat on his chest, my cock within inches of his lips. His lust-filled eyes burned into me as I began stroking myself.

"Now, lesson number one," I grinned at him, "is to watch your partner and see what feels good to them. Lesson number two is to be careful and safe at all times. Lesson number three is..." Before I could even finish, he sat up and had me pinned to the floor, his biceps hard as nails as he held my arms over my head.

"Lesson number three: don't fucking tease someone who is stronger than you," he growled. My heart was in my throat and I was achingly hard. This was a new twist; a new side of Justin that I had never seen. I glanced down my chest to see his cock throbbing and hard as a rock against my belly. I licked my lips as a small droplet of precum glistened on the head. Justin moved up my chest and rubbed the tip of his cock over my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked it lightly. Oh, how I wanted so bad to take it in my mouth and suck it dry.

"Mmm, you like that? I bet you'd love to taste my cock in your mouth, wouldn't you," he teased. I nodded my head slowly and opened my mouth as he rubbed the head over my lips again.

"You don't suck my cock until I say you can suck it. If you want it that bad, I want to hear you beg for it," he snarled down at me. Now this was different. I had never been one to beg for what I wanted, and now I was forced to. The lust burned through my body almost as quickly as the rage of losing control did. I struggled under him, wanting him so bad that giving up control didn't seem so bad. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me to his bedroom and shut the door behind us. Justin shoved me hard against the door, causing it to rattle from the impact. He gripped my hands and held them behind my back as he attacked me with his mouth, kissing and biting my neck and chest. I nearly screamed as he rolled my right nipple around between his teeth, flicking his barbell across the tip. He released my nipple quickly, causing me to yelp from the sudden sharp pain, and then pushed me to my knees.

"Suck it," he ordered. I swallowed hard as I gauged the length; eight inches is a lot of cock to swallow. He wrapped his hands in my long hair and used it as a handle as he slid his cock into my waiting mouth. He moaned as the warmth of my mouth encased it, and I began to suck slowly. He pumped his hips slowly as he moved my head back and forth. I felt his thighs tighten and I prepared myself, but, much to my disappointment, he pulled out before he came.

"I'm not going to cum in your mouth tonight." He grinned slyly and my heart jumped in my throat. He wanted to fuck me. He didn't want to get fucked; he wanted to fuck me. He pulled me to my feet and pushed me down on the bed, slowly but firmly. I admit I was nervous as hell. I had been fucked before, but never with a cock that big. He saw the nervousness in my eyes.

"I won't hurt you, Eric. Just trust me," he whispered into my ear. I managed to relax a little bit as he grabbed a small bottle of lube from the dresser. He crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. He spread them apart and smiled at me. My heart was racing as I watched him slick three fingers up.

"Breathe." I took in a deep breath as he pressed his fingers into me, spreading my ass open. My hips rose as he worked his fingers deeper, twisting and turning them around. This was fucking torture. My breath came in ragged bursts as he fucked me with his fingers, and I lost it altogether when he added a fourth finger. He stretched me once before removing all four fingers slowly.

"Ready?" I nodded, my body tingling all over and my cock aching. He lifted my legs and I held them with my hands behind my knees, pulling them apart and raising my ass. He rubbed the head of his cock against my hole and slowly pressed in.

"Oh fucking god," I screamed as the head popped inside. He waited a few minutes, letting me get used to the feeling, and then pushed in farther. Once the initial pain was over, he began to pull out and push back in slowly and gently. He held the back of my legs and I began stroking my cock as he slid in and out. My head reeled with the sensation of his cock stretching my ass. I felt myself getting closer to the edge and wanted so badly feel his cum fill me.

"Fuck me, Justin. Cum in my ass, please." I whispered between short, ragged breaths. He gripped my legs tighter and pulled his cock out of my ass. His forceful thrust back in took my breath away and he began slamming his cock deep inside me. The force and depth caused him to hit my prostate and I jacked my hand up and down on my cock faster and harder. One particularly forceful thrust sent me over the edge. I screamed his name as my balls tightened and my entire body convulsed like one huge muscle. I shot sticky white cum all over my chest as my body continued to rock under his. Justin's eyes burned deep into mine and he growled deeply as he slammed into me one last time. His fingers scratched the backs of my legs as his huge cock throbbed and convulsed in my ass, shooting his hot cum deep inside me.

Justin's body shook as he came down from the high, and he smiled weakly at me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close to me as we kissed. He laughed after catching his breath. "Guess this takes our friendship to a whole new level, huh?" We both laughed, knowing this wasn't the last time. I think he was hooked; I know I was.