He swore up and down that If I just gave it a chance, I'd see that it was just the same, if not better.
"Nah, nigga, I ain't with that gay shit." I slurred to myself as he leaned on his kitchen's island.
"You ain't gotta be gay to try it for yourself." He said, staring directly into my eyes.
I couldn't believe this shit was happening. "Just try it. Hell, I bet that shit feels even better." he said, reaching over to the bottle of Crown Royal and pouring himself another shot.
What is "it" that he spoke of?
Fucking someone in the ass. His ass to be precise.
Khalen, my workout partner and frat brother swore up and down that his ass was wetter and tighter than any pussy that I'd fucked. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed that his ass was fat and round, but until he made those statements during a night of drinking at his place, I wouldn't have seen any of this coming.
Khalen was a physical specimen - in undergrad, we pulled bitches together, hell, he'd introduced me to my now fiancée. So imagine how crazy it was, after having taken 7 or 8 shots together, hearing this hyper masculine brotha tell me all about how his ass could grip my dick better than my girl Tameka's pussy ever could was throwing me for a loop.
Imagine how confused I was, hearing him say this.
Imagine how confused I was when I found my dick getting hard.
I don't know how it happened, but Khalen convinced me to give it a try. Somehow, through the art of seduction, I found myself standing at the edge of Khalen's bed, feeling my heart pulse like crazy. I couldn't think and I was nervous, as the most sexy, caramel body I'd ever seen laid in front of me, naked, I was confused because it was the body of another brotha, my frat brother.
Even though I was straight and engaged, I wasn't about to deny myself the possible pleasure of...testing Khalen's theory.
I needed to know if his ass felt the same, or better than my girl's pussy.
I told myself "This shit doesn't make me gay, I ain't the one taking dick. He's the one begging for this dick." I thought this to myself as I stared at the space between Khalen and I.
I stared down at his perfectly round, caramel cakes. Sensing me staring at him, Khalen looked over his shoulders as he lay on his stomach, waiting for me to make a move.
I slowly placed the palms of my hands on his ass, slowly spreading his ass cheeks. Khalen purred as I revealed his tiny, brown rosebud. Khalen's asshole winked as I played with his soft, fleshy mounds. Comparing his ass to my girl's, Khalen's ass had the perfect mix of muscle to fat ratio.
That shit felt good in my hands, I couldn't lie. My dick jumped, just knowing I would be up in it soon.
Khalen pushed his ass back towards me and spread his legs apart even wider, giving me greater access to his hole. He clenched his hole and relaxed it, trying to entice me, which broke whatever remaining resolve I had.
Khalen pushed his ass back against my dick, forcing the length of my dick to slide between his ass cheeks. I grabbed the base of my dick, aimed it at his asshole and I was ready to 'test his theory' when I was met with a bit of resistance.
Khalen flinched as the tip of my dick poked his rosebud. He looked over his shoulders and smirked, saying "You gotta get it a little more wet, Dorian."
"But your ass is wetter than my girl's pussy?" I thought to myself as I laid down behind Khalen, bringing my face to his ass and spreading his ass cheeks again. I leaned in to spit on his hole, which he seemed to love. Seeing his asshole up and close, I got curious. Without warning him, I dove my face into his ass and began to run my tongue over his asshole, coating his tight hole with spit!
