I've never written a story, more so a sex story, before, and this is my first shot of writing a no non-sense tale about two males having sex and falling in love after, so I apologize in advance if there are grammatical errors and if I fail to excite your overactive imaginations. In any case, just enjoy reading and please take time to comment after if you liked or despised it.
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It was past midnight when Mike returned to our dorm room. Typical. In fact, he was unusually early tonight. Most nights, when he and his buddies, also jocks like him, go to the clubs to fetch some girls they could spend the night with, he usually go back a few hours past midnight. On these nights, he would return smelling of sex; like the smell of a wet pussy. The way a dried cum would smell.
But tonight was different.
Before I continue, before telling you what happened that night and the repercussions after, let me make a confession. I am gay. And so you might wonder how I knew what a pussy would smell. Well, let me tell you that I had a fair share of a wet, dripping ham wallet before. That used to be my hobby, gobbling and fingering girls till I gave them the most explosive orgasms they ever had. Needless to say, with my skills of pleasuring women, I used to be the popular guy. Girls had wanted to spend the night with me while guys had either admired me or got jealous of me. There I was, every other night, fucking a girl who wants a piece of me. But to be honest, boning a chick doesn’t get me off as much as their moans and their contorted faces and their ecstatic convulsions when they go that place of ultimate pleasure just by using my mouth and fingers.
But that was a year ago, before the big revelation. Before this girl I used to shag found out and divulged to the world that not only do I enjoy fucking girls, but I also like sucking guys' dicks. Now, I wouldn't say that this revelation had led to my downfall.