Gerry Pt. 01 on HotGuySecret
“Hey Aaron,” Gerry said as we left the classroom. “I think we should work on the project together.”
I just stood there. I didn’t know what to say. Gerry had never spoken to me before. This was the beginning of our senior year in college. We lived in the same dorm and had many of the same classes since we both had the same major, but never said a word up until now.
“Ahh. Sure. That would be good.” I finally managed to say. Gerry was good-looking, worked out regularly, and was pretty much the perfect male specimen. He had a part time job at the school gym, was popular, and always had a steady girlfriend. I on the other hand, studied more than I socialized, was scrawny but strong from working on my family’s property, probably weighed half as much as Gerry, and was gay, completely gay.
“How about tomorrow afternoon. Meet up in the library at 2?”
“OK. Yeah, looking forward to it.” I said, because who says no to someone that looked that good.
Surprisingly, we worked together well. Gerry had a funny sense of humor and was a smart guy. Really smart. He could have done the work himself, and I could have too. Not sure why he wanted to work together, but I really liked him, and it did make the project more interesting. I could tell from his stories that he had a big ego. He knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage. He was also very competitive. Always having to win at everything. I was doing my best to focus on the work, but it wasn’t easy. Sometimes I’d catch myself staring at his muscular arms or chest, his meaty crotch, wondering what he had down there. Wondering what sex would be like.
One day Gerry said, “Why don’t tomorrow you come by my room instead of meeting at the library. We can finish up the assignment there.” I agreed. It was easier plus I hadn’t seen his room before and I was curious. You can learn a lot about a guy based on how he lives. Turns out his room was just like mine, though much cleaner, more organized. Seems he excelled at everything. It didn’t take us long to finish up the work.
“I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.” It wasn’t really phrased as a question. It was more of a command. That’s just how Gerry said things. Always setting the agenda, his agenda.
“Sure.”
“Wait a minute. Let me change first. I don’t like what I’m wearing.” He had on a button-down shirt and jeans. It seemed fine, but there was no point in arguing. He was going to do what he wanted anyway. I thought this could be entertaining. I’ve no objection to guys taking their clothes off. In fact, seeing guys in their underwear is my weakness. Bulging briefs and beefy butts with that fold of fabric sliding up their crack sends me over the edge. I’d have to play it cool, and pretend I didn’t care. I didn’t want to spook Gerry. But hopefully I could get some great inspiration for jacking off. He had already inspired several loads of cum and that was with his clothes on.
Eventually he found what he was looking for, another shirt and different jeans. He stood there making small talk and started to disrobe. Of course, with all the time he spent in locker rooms he probably thought nothing of it, but to me it was like Christmas morning. Removing his shirt revealed a form-fitting red t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest. Dropping his pants exposed well filled blue briefs that were stretched just as tight over his perfectly rounded ass. I was in heaven.
“Geez dude,” I said. “You look like a fucking superhero.” I couldn’t help myself. It just came right out and was completely true.
Gerry gave a satisfied smile and said, “You think so?” Then proceeded to strike several superhero poses to show off his fit body. My eyes were soaking it all in. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable and incredibly turned on at the same time. My cock was rapidly getting stiff in my own underwear.
“I thought we were going to go eat?” I said tentatively, trying to change the subject.
“You know with a little work you could have a superhero body too. You’re not big but you’ve got a good frame, the basics. I could help you get started. You wouldn’t need to bulk up too much. At least I don’t think so, but I haven’t seen you without your clothes. Take them off and let me see what you got.”
I said, “Maybe another time,” and shifted uncomfortably on the edge of his bed. The problem was, even though I wasn’t a big guy, I did have a big dick and a 10-inch throbbing erection isn’t easy to hide, even with pants on. If I stood up it would be game over. He wasn’t gay, and I had no idea how he would react. “I really should be going,” I said nervously and edged closer to the door while staying seated on the bed, trying to hide the hard cock tenting my pants.
“Relax man. Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve seen plenty of guys without clothes.” He seemed to lose interest in putting on his own clothes. Instead he came closer to me on the bed. His pointed nipples straining against his red t-shirt, right at eye level. I desperately wanted to nibble them. The ridge of his cock head visible and laying to the left. If only I could run my hands over his ass and those strained blue briefs. I thought I could even smell the scent of his crotch, or maybe I was imaging that. Either way, I was having trouble breathing.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He was using the same techniques he always used to get his way. At this point, I wasn’t sure whether he wanted sex or if he just wanted to torment me, prove he had control over me.
“No, I’m not embarrassed,” I lied. “I’m just hungry,” I said unconvincingly.
“You’re hungry all right,” he replied with a seductive smile. “I see the way you’re looking at me,” and then reached down, adjusting his briefs, casually squeezing his bulge.
After a moment I mumbled, “I thought you had a girlfriend?”
“Yeah, well it turns out we weren’t compatible.” After a short pause “She wouldn’t let me fuck her up the ass.” I visibly gulped. My asshole clenched involuntarily. My cock painfully erect. “Relax, I’m just kidding,” he chuckled, a smile coming over him. “She really did like it up the ass.” He squeezed his bulge again, and I almost shot a load right there he had me so turned on.
He said, “You know, I’ve done it with guys before.” Further explaining, “In the locker room, at the gym. I’m not gay though. I only fuck them up the ass. Nothing else. And I only fuck guys with huge dicks, like you.”
This was all a shock to me. I had no idea he had done it with other guys, and I wasn’t going to argue over his definition of gay. But asked timidly, “What makes you think I have a big dick?”
“There’s been talk. Your name’s come up. That’s what I’m trying to find out if you would just take your clothes off.” He reached over and tugged at my shirt suggestively.
People were talking about me? I’d think about all that later, right now I had other issues and one of them was standing half dressed in front of me. The other was raging in my pants. “Even if I had a big dick, what makes you think I’d have sex with you?” I protested in vain.
“Everybody wants to have sex with me – girls, guys, it doesn’t matter. They all want it.” Gerry said matter of fact. I had to give him credit. He sure thought highly of himself. “You want it too. Admit it. Now take those clothes off so I can see what you’ve got down there.”
Normally when guys discover I have a big cock, they want to touch it, lick it, suck it, and generally worship it. Then submit completely to it. Have it shoved up their willing ass, while they put on a show, pleading with me to stop because it’s so big, while really wanting to be fucked harder. It didn’t make sense to me why Gerry was only interested in men with big cocks or why he only wanted to fuck them, but I was too worked up by the sight of him and my brain wasn’t doing the thinking.
Using poor judgement, I relented, and fumbled through taking off my shoes, socks, and shirt. It didn’t help that I was so nervous, my thin body was a stark contrast to Gerry’s superhero figure. As I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper, I instinctively turned away, shielding myself. As I lowered my pants, my ass came into view, barely covered by a skimpy bikini that was riding up my crack.
“Damn, that’s some mighty small underwear. Your ass checks are hanging out all over the place.” Gerry slapped my exposed ass causing me to tumble on to the bed, ass up. He kept playfully slapping my ass as I squirmed around trying to avoid the blows. “That underwear is almost like a thong,” he said as he grabbed what little fabric that was back there and pulled it up my ass, exposing my cheeks in full as the fabric disappeared up my crack. Applying a painful pressure to my balls and cock.
At this point I was helpless. My ass was sticking up in the air, fully exposed. My bikini wasn’t covering much of anything. My hard 10-inch dick had escaped and wedged awkwardly between me and the sheets. Gerry climbed up on to the bed, pinning me down. He started grinding his blue fabric covered cock against my ass. I didn’t want him to know how bad I wanted him, but my body betrayed me, pushing back in time against his thrusts.
“Yeah, I knew you’d like that. Now roll over. Let me see that cock I’ve heard so much about.” As I flipped over, all 10 inches came into view. The only thing still in my bikini were my two plump balls. “Fuck that’s huge!” was all he could say as he stared at it. He didn’t touch it, like all the other guys do. He seemed satisfied just looking at it, maybe afraid to touch it since he wasn’t gay. At least that’s what he had said earlier.
He positioned himself between my legs. His crotch up against mine and started to grind again, watching my big dick move in rhythm across my belly. Instinctively I reached down to stroke my cock.
“I didn’t say you could touch it. Keep your hands off.” He ordered. I moved my hands away as he continued to hump my ass.
“You probably think that with a big cock like that, you get to do what you want, call the shots. Right now, it’s useless. I’m in control. You got that?”
I moaned in consent as he continued to grind. “Let me take off the rest of these clothes” he said and moved away slightly, taking off his t-shirt. His smooth chest now fully exposed. Then reaching for his briefs.
“No keep them on. Please.” I managed to say.
“Kinky little fucker, are you? I should have known based on that tiny underwear you’re wearing. Here, I’ve got an idea.” Without touching my cock, he managed to untangle my bikini from my cock, balls, and ass. Wadding it up into a ball he stuffed it halfway into my mouth, gagging me with my own underwear. I could taste the salty dampness. “That should keep you quiet, you pervert. I may not have a big dick like you, but it still makes all the girls scream.”
Gerry then slid his well proportioned 6-inch cock out one of the leg openings of his stretched briefs. It was thick, and cut. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. Then spit some more. This time applying it to my asshole.
He lifted my legs up and bent over me, positioning his cock at my hole. He didn’t waste any time. The initial contact, hot and wet, subtle, then increasing pressure, adjusting the angle, a few trial thrusts, then a long forceful push. A sudden jolt of pain as his thick cock stretched my hole and went in a couple of painful inches. I wanted to yell out, “Fuck!” but was gagged by my own bikini. He pushed in further with each subsequent thrust, until I could feel the fabric of his briefs and his dangling balls up against my ass. He pulled slowly out, then back in. It wasn’t long before I was moaning in pleasure.
As he continued pumping into me, my instincts took over again. I reached down to stroke my hard cock dripping with pre-cum. Gerry’s hand batted my arm away. “I told you not to touch your cock.” Leaning in close to my face, he continued “Your big dick doesn’t matter. I’m the one getting off here. Keep your hands off it. Understand?”
“uh hunh,” I grunted.
He took my arms and pinned them above my head to make sure I didn’t try it again and upped the rhythm, fucking me even more aggressively, exerting his complete dominance over me. Increasing his pleasure.
No hands were pinching my sensitive nipples. No mouth was working my big bouncing cock. No distractions of any kind. My attention was solely focused on my asshole as my battered prostate sent waves of sensation through me, thrust after thrust. His meat plowing into me. All I could do was lay there, pinned down by my muscular superhero and take it.
“Look at that big cock, totally helpless. Flopping around useless.” He panted. The fucking continued, driving me senseless. I could tell he was getting close. He was pounding me with all his weight.
I was just a few thrusts away from involuntarily spewing huge jets of cum all over myself, when he withdrew. My spasming hole gasping for more. He grabbed his cock, let out a garbled groan that could have been, “Take my fucking load,” and then I felt the first hot blast splashing against my hole. Sliding inside me, and dripping down my ass crack. My hole begging for a taste. Then another blast, and another. My whole body shaking as he emptied himself upon me.
Once Gerry stopped unloading, he only paused for a short moment, then slid his hard cock back into my wet dripping hole, letting my ass milk the last of his load out. Ultimately satisfied, he pulled out and laid down beside me.
He took my drenched bikini from my mouth and started kissing me, surprisingly, aggressively, pressing his tongue into my mouth as our lips pressed together. The erotic tastes and smells and sensations driving me crazy. My balls ached and my hard cock generously oozed precum.I wanted to shoot, desperately, but was afraid to touch my cock, afraid it would upset him. Much more of this passionate kissing I thought, and I would come all by myself. Unexpectedly, one of his fingers violently slipped into my wet, gaping asshole and pressed hard against my prostate. Jabbing my most sensitive spot.
I fucking lost it. Cum went flying in every direction. Buckets of it. I saw stars. I gasped senseless sounds. My balls hurt so bad, pumping and pumping long after the last liquid had been shot. The intensity of my orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My heart raced.
As we both lay there on the bed, spent, taking deep breaths, an idea took hold. I’m not sure where it came from. It certainly wasn’t according to Gerry’s plan, but it just seemed right. I scooped up some of my warm cum off my stomach and dangled my dripping fingers over Gerry’s mouth. “What are you doing?” He protested, turning his head trying to avoid the drops as they fell. I scooped up more.
“I’m not gay. Don’t.” I rubbed my wet fingers across his lips. “Stop,” he mumbled, as I gently inserted my fingers, forcing my cum into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan. He could have pushed me away, he could have used his superior strength to fight back and resist. He knew he could stop me, but he didn’t.
I scooped up another puddle and wiped it on his lips, rolled over on top of him, and started kissing his cummed up mouth. Sharing my load between us. He greedily kissed back. Neither of us wanting to break the embrace.
Afterwards we lay there. Exhausted. Confused. Trying to process everything that had just happened.
“That was great,” he eventually said.
“Agreed,” I responded.
“You’re such a pervert.”
“I was just going to say that about you,” I replied with a smile.
“Did you want to touch my cock? Guys generally do. Being so big and all.”
“No thanks. I’m not gay you know.”
Again, with the gay thing. Well that was just gay sex right there mister, I thought to myself. After a moment I reached over and put my hand on his chest, feeling his firm muscles.
“Dude stop it. Quit touching me.” He angrily shouted. “I’m not like you. Just leave me alone!” And moved away on the bed, out of my reach.
I was confused and even more so pissed. We had just had sex like animals, incredible sex, and kissed and swapped cum and this is the way you act? My mind was racing. Was all this working together just an elaborate act so he could fuck me. Turn me into another big-dicked conquest. I wanted to scream at him, but I knew it would have been useless. I managed to calm down enough to say, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I’m going. This time I really am leaving.” I started to put my clothes on, but I couldn’t find my underwear so just got dressed without them. I didn’t look at him the whole time. Gerry didn’t say a word.
“Thanks for everything.” I said as I approached the door. I waited for a couple of seconds, but there was just silence. I walked out, closing the door behind me.