Straight Stud in the Dark

First Time Gay Short Story

Edward Raines

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Straight Stud in the Dark

Copyright 2017 Edward Raines. All Rights Reserved.

This sexy MM first time gay romance short story features coming of age, new adult and contemporary romance themes. This story features two men who very quickly discover that lust is fueling their relationship. It’s a short story with taboo straight to gay experience elements and a hot finish with bareback breeding and an alpha male jock and his cute bottom getting it hard anal from the big hunk. It also has elements of lgbt bisexual and hard, rough gay sex.

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            This is a work of art / fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults humans.

            Always practice safe, responsible and consensual sex!

            Note: This book was previously published under the title of “Country Boys Ride Hard,” and “The Cocky Country Boy.” If you have already purchased this book, please seek a refund. Thank you!

Straight Stud in the Dark

            My breakup with Katy had been pretty rough, and a city-wide black out wasn’t going to help matters.

            Granted if I’d known that I would end up balls deep in the tightest, smoothest ass I’d ever enjoyed by the evening’s end, I would have cut the electricity myself.

            “Brett, you in there?”

            I hear my neighbor Jason pounding on my door as I lazily exhale and reluctantly hop up out of my bed.

            I’d seen nearly half the city outside my bedroom window go dark, so I could only suspect that Jason’s knocking was related.

            Otherwise, I’d have greedily continued enjoying the electricity that was still pumping through my own apartment. 

            But it’s not like I wanted to be an asshole; it’s just that there was a slight hint of sexual tension between him and me.

            “Hey,” I say as I swing my door open and the lean young college guy is standing in the doorway with his typical suggestive smile.

            Jason looks me up and down with a very blatant and devious appreciation.

            “Hi” he finally says, biting his pink lips.

            Here’s the thing; I’ve gotten a hint or two… or three that Jason might be gay.

            And he’s a pretty quiet neighbor so I couldn’t care less either way what he does on the other side of our shared wall.

            But I’ve always suspected that he’s found me to be his own personal eye candy.

            I’m not arrogant enough to think of myself as some kind of hunk or anything, but I do work out and I seem to be good enough to have a cell phone contact list stuffed with more than a few hot girls.

            So not unsurprisingly, Jason is flashing me that familiar glint of hope and interest in his eyes.

            I’ll be perfectly candid here though; he’s pretty good looking. I’ve got an appreciation for male beauty I guess, and Jason’s got a nice body.

            I secretly joke to myself that if I ever tried anything with another man, it would probably be him.

            But I’m not letting him get ahold of this information, and I keep a stolid face as he’s questioning me about the blackout, and admiring my brightly lit apartment.

            “Dude, you still have electricity?” He asks, and I nod.

            “Yeah, I guess so; did you need anything?” I ask him in a passive tone, though sincerely interested in helping him if need be.

            “Well actually… I was kind of just about to shower” He says, flashing a look of hesitation across his face as I laugh.

            “Hot date?” I ask as he then breaks into his own laughter.

            “Um, no. I mean, not unless…” Jason’s blue eyes are gazing into mine longingly and searching for an invitation, and I find myself a little embarrassed.

            Flushed, I look away and I’m taken aback at how his little joke had affected me just then.

            “Um, did you want to shower here?” I finally ask him, trying to break the tension, though asking him to shower isn’t the best way to do it.

            He laughs nervously before shrugging.

            “I mean, is it cool?” He asks and I nod.

            “Yeah, come on in; I’ve got a clean towel” I say and invite him in.

            “Sorry to be so intrusive dude” He begins apologizing but I’m secretly glad to have someone over ever since Katy left the apartment feeling so empty.

            “Bro, don’t worry about it” I assure him and sink into the sofa in my living room, flipping on the television as Jason heads down the hallway.

            This isn’t the first time Jason’s been over, I should mention. He’d been over for a few drinks once or twice, though the last time things got a little awkward and we hadn’t talked much.

            After a few beers I guess we got a little clumsy and we did something pretty homoerotic, albeit stupid and silly, and we pissed in the toilet at the same time.

            “You gotta piss too? Dude just come in here and we can share it!” I’d told him, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him in.

            In a haze I remember him whipping his cock out and my ogling it maybe a little too long, as he finally broke in with a joke.

            “You look like you want something” He said, before laughing.

            I’d joined in and whipping my cock out, and as the piss stream shot out I remember in the cloudiness of my buzz, hearing him make a remark of his own.

            “Mmm, looks good” He’d said.

            I was pretty wasted, but damned if I didn’t pause at that statement. He must’ve felt the same, because we grew quiet, finished pissing and he headed out soon afterward.

            I’d felt a little off in the days that followed, and I remember making it a point to avoid him.

            Through time though, I stopped caring. I guess it made sense that he’d make a comment like that; I’d gotten the impression that he might be gay.

            And I was cool with that, so long as he didn’t try anything with me. And yet I found myself wanting him to, which was a constant source of distraught thinking.

            Dude, you’re straight. Come on… I remember thinking to myself once as I saw him jogging around the block, shirtless and toned as hell.

            There was just something way too endearing about my neighbor and I figured it was best to keep my distance before I made another drunken mistake.

            But now here he was in the other room, stripping naked and I had to work to tune the image out of my mind. I’d wanted to know what he looked like under those running shorts he jogged in.

            I needed to ease the tension, so I hopped up and grabbed a beer. I pulled the brew from my fridge and took a few steps down the hallway, near the bathroom door.

            “Everything cool in there?” I ask him.

            “What?” I hear him yell back.

            I step in front of the open bathroom doorway to clarify and I see him standing there with a nothing but a towel on.

            I grip the beer hard in my hand and he turns around, flashing me a smile.

            “Oh shit, sorry” I say but I’m hanging onto his body with my eyes like an idiot.

            And then his towel drops, of all the things that could happen right then.

            “Oh shit!” He says, and involuntarily turns away from me and bends over to pick it up.

            Shit! I think to myself quickly as I see his toned ass bending over before me.

            I have to admit, this was the first time I’d seen another guy naked right in front of me.

            I guess you could chalk that up to being a sheltered millennial or something, but aside from being in the gym showers and casting my eyes deliberately away, I’ve never really seen another man naked.

            And this one happened to be a stud that was my own age.

            This was now the second time I’d had an awkward sexual run in with Jason, and it was starting to seem intended.

            I’m not going to lie though, I was curious and was going to enjoy the little shows he’d flash me, even if I did feel compelled to keep acting as though I was horrified.

            “Fuck dude, sorry” I say, quickly pulling out of the doorway and heading back down the hall.

            “Shit!” I reprimand myself as I sit down in the sofa with my beer, popping the aluminum can open.

            Shit that was hot, I think to myself and I’m instantly fighting the thought.

            As much as I’d enjoyed pounding pussy, this stud living next to me was hell bent on having me question everything I thought I knew about myself.

            I start surfing through the channels on my TV as I hear the shower turn on and a sigh of relief comes through me.

            I can’t get the image of Jason’s ass out of my head though; as stupid as it sounds.

            The image of the pert, round cheeks suddenly stretching open as he bends over, seems to consume me and I feel a tingling in my pants.

            This is crazy; I’m not about to try anything with him… I tell myself as I flip through the channels distractedly and deny the tension growing between my legs.

            I don’t know what the hell is coming over me, and I blame it on the fact that Jason’s making it too easy to experiment with another man.

            Every guy I’ve ever hung out with acts put-off by anything gay and so I usually follow suit.

            But here’s this hot guy, clearly relaxed and shameless with every tease he directs at me, and I’m finding it hard to resist to easy prey.

            I never held fucking around with another man as a high priority of mine- instead keeping it in locked up with my other deep secrets - but my lean neighbor was making it one very quickly.

            I hear the shower stop, but I’m not about to risk checking in on Jason, and so I stay perfectly still in my seat.

            I figure I’ll wait for him to come back into the living room, fully clothed.

            But then the power goes out. Everything goes dark and silent.

            I take a sip of my beer in a sort of, ‘how do ya like that?’ attitude of passivity.

            The television is off, the lights are off, and everything is dark.

            “Jason?” I call out as I hop up and start trying to feel my way around the apartment, tripping over shoes and cords along the way.

            “Hey Jason” I call out once more, a little annoyed at his silence.

            “Dude?” I call out more insistently, finding the hallway and feeling my way down as the floorboards creak beneath my feet.

            “Jason? What the fuck dude? Where are you?” I call out one more time.

            The last thing I want to do is go feeling around in the bathroom, so I try and feel my way into my bedroom.

            I swear I sense him in my bedroom and so I feel around intently.

            And then I feel it; my hand grazing against the soft skin of Jason’s toned ass.

            Completely lost in the moment and without any sense of inhibition, I grab it carefully, and study his warmth in my fingers, inhaling his clean scent and sighing with comfort.

            Suddenly realizing the stupid error, I pull away quickly as my thoughts race with anger.

            Dude what the hell is wrong with you!? I think to myself angrily, and annoyed with the twink that’s been teasing me ever since he arrived.

            “Jason?” I ask into the darkness, before feeling his fingers wrap softly around my wrist.

            “Hey” He whispers back with a sense of calm, totally unprepared for the verbal lashing that’s quickly reaching my lips.

            “Dude, what the hell?” I shout into the darkness as I feel his breath now, panting against my cheek. I know he’s so close to me, and I’m incredibly turned on by the intimacy, but there’s just no way I can make a move.

            And so I continue in my denial.

            “Come on,” He whispers into my ear, before I push him back – feeling my fingers against his lean muscular chest as I do it.

            “What?” I hear Jason fall back onto my bed and he’s utterly confused, but I swear he knows exactly what he’s doing.

            “Don’t act like you weren’t waiting for me here like this, expecting me to run into you like that!” I snap at him.

            “You’ve been sending me signals since you moved in, but I’m not fuckin’ gay” I continue as he remains silent.

            I only hear Jason’s soft breath from across the room, and I know he’s lying on my bed, completely naked with his toned smooth legs probably splayed out, and his perfectly long cock and rouge colored sack hanging there lazily between his thighs, just waiting for my attention.

            I can’t. I want to. No I do. No, I definitely do. I want to fuck him so bad. No! My mind is racing with a million conflicting thoughts and I’m just happy that the darkness of the room denies Jason the ability to read the mental anguish in my eyes.

            I’m stroking my chin now in the dark, but damned if I don’t want my hand to find Jason’s cock and stroke that instead.

            Damned if I don’t want to pounce on that bed and bite him all over, flip him over and fuck his tight ass deep and mercilessly.

            If I squint, I can see his lean physique lying atop my bed with the moonlight coming in weakly through the blinds. He’s tracing his chest with a lingering finger; can he see me?

            “I understand,” I suddenly hear him say quietly.

            “I made a mistake; sorry” he finished.

            His voice is so damn smooth; so perfect.

            The way every word passes from his lips with a low and confident air has me in a bind and it sits in the back of my mind, teasing me nearly as incessantly as his body does.

            I stand there, not really sure what to do. There’s a ridiculous tension in my pants, but for some reason there doesn’t seem to be any tension in the dark room.

            Maybe it’s the blackness – the fact that we can’t really see each other – or more importantly, that Jason can’t see the hesitation in my eyes.

            My heart is racing to the extent that I’m certain if Jason hears anything from my body, it’s that. My breath is fast and shallow, but it’s my heart that signifies the burning desire and conflict.

            I make a step toward my bed as my breath intensifies, and I can make out where his thigh is.

            This is it. It’s do or die. I think to myself as my arm extends and my fingers are desperate to land on the smooth skin of his thigh.

            And then I feel Jason’s leg under my palm; I let is set there for a moment before I feel his hand atop mine.

            He gives me all the confirmation I need and I quickly crawl atop the bed and find the curve of his neck, lowering my soft lips onto his shoulder and pecking him lightly.

            “What the hell are you doing to me?” I whisper harshly into Jason’s ear.

            I feel Jason’s hand against my face as he pulls me in for a kiss, and my lips are pressing against his.

            My cock is rock hard in my pants now as his tongue grazes my own and I pull off, enjoying the taste of his mouth lingering on my lips.

            “We can keep it in the dark, Brett” I hear him whisper as the warm breath is pushed against my face.

            “I’m yours, and no one has to know” He assures me and follows his suggestion with another juicy kiss against my lips; this time I feel his strong jaw and hold it in my hands as I go in completely for his kiss, tasting him.

            My hand runs down and I enjoy Jason’s warm, lean chest beneath my curious fingers as I continue downward, studying the rigid forms of his abs at my fingertips.

            The dark seems to only accentuate the sensations and the lust is becoming unbearable as my hand lowers further down and I feel the short-cropped hair at the base of his cock.

            Jason’s breath is panting against my face now as his hand runs down atop my crotch and I know he feels the hardness in my jeans; I know he loves that he’s done that to me.

            “I want you” I whisper to him, nearly involuntarily as I’m panting in the cool blackness.

            “Then you can have me,” I hear him whisper, and now my fingers are too curious for their own good, wrapping around the warm long shaft of his cock.

            I plant another kiss on the stud’s pillowy pink lips before sinking a soft bite atop the bottom lip and growling.

            Jason is mine to dominate; his body is mine to conquer.

            I rub my face against his, feeling the soft stubble as it grazes my cheek and I inhale the clean musk straight from his skin.

            I think of how it was never supposed to be like this, and that it was so wrong for me to be doing this in the dark.

            But I don’t care; Jason’s gorgeous body needs to be filled. But at this point, I can’t tell whether the necessity is due to my pure lust, or my need to punish him.

            He’d tempted me the entire time he was staying at my apartment, even though he had every reason to believe that I was straight; but that wasn’t good enough.

            The seductive twink had to eye me from across the living room with those ocean blue irises gazing longingly into my own, seemingly trying to study my soul.

            And he’d had to “accidentally” drop his towel down to his ankles, bending over to pick it up with me standing right behind him, taking in his smooth ass and the tight, inviting entrance to his center just desperate for my dick.

            Whatever the reason was, and however wrong it was, didn’t matter there in the darkness. In the black of night, he was a human and I was a human; and damned if we didn’t have ravenous carnal desires.

            All bets were off and any lines that I wasn’t supposed to cross had been obliterated and nearly nonexistent to begin with.

            I’m going to fuck him so good, I think to myself as my grip tightens around his cock and I pull up, enchanted by the surreal sensation of having a dick in my hand that isn’t my own.

            Stroking Jason in the dark seems like an out of body experience, because as I’m caressing his shaft, I feel the raging pleasure jolting throughout my own cock at his touch as he massages over the bulge in my jeans before finally fiddling with the zipper.

            I don’t want to relent; rather, I want to be as naked and as free as he is, so I jump up and strip completely, shaking my jeans off and peeling the shirt from my body.

            I only hear silence and I’m pleased; he surely hears the jostling of my clothes being wadded up, but he can’t see my bare sculpted chest or my cock, hard and bouncing with every attempt at balance.

            When I crawl back down to the bed and my bare chest is brushing against his and we transfer heat between our skins, he sighs and I know he feels it.

            My cock is pushed hard against the warmth of his leg and I feel his fingers suddenly around my cock. The sensation of utter fire crawls throughout my body and I feel myself growing more ravenous and aggressive for his body as the seconds pass.

            “Fuck,” I whisper out of bliss and I sink my mouth back onto his for a final kiss before I begin a trail of light pecking downward.

            First his hard collarbone, then the soft valley between his pecs, and next his abs, before finally reaching the base of his cock and tasting the salty clean flavor of his skin as my heart thuds with hesitation and hunger all at once.

            No way I’m about to do this, I think to myself in disbelief. I’m pining for it right now, regardless of how I’ll feel afterward.

            I feel Jason’s fingers running through my hair as I stroke his cock softly and in the dark I lower my lips to the tip, planting a kiss on the very end as he exhales.

            “Better not hold back” I warn him, before my tongue slides out and I feel the crest of his cockhead atop my tongue as I maneuver it around the rigid flesh.

            Jason’s hand is against the back of my head and bracing as I part my lips and invite the smooth head just inside my mouth and close down around it.

            His legs squirm just a little as I swallow inch by inch of the warm shaft and my mind is wild with caution and abandon all at once. The sensation of having my mouth full of cock is reckless and forbidden, but it’s amazing.

            Something overtakes me and I find myself wanting to extract every drop of bliss from this cock that I’m teasing with my tongue, and as my hand cups his balls and massages them softly between my fingers, I make this my goal.

            I hear Jason breathing heavily into the dark room, and I feel his veins pulse atop my tongue as I slide torturously slow up and down atop his dick, pulling with suction on every withdrawal.

            “Fuck, man” I hear him whisper into the air as I intensify my pace and take his head as far back as I can, working the underside of his cock the best that I can in my inexperience.

            I only have my own experience with women giving me head to go by, and as I recall my favorite experiences, I grab the base of Jason’s cock and stroke the base intently as I hear him moan.

            Come on, fucking give it to me! I’m shouting in my mind as I slip a finger beneath his sack and find his ass, putting pressure on the opening as his hips buckle and the tension in his thighs becomes obvious.

            I feel his head expand and harden in my mouth and I know it’s coming; Jason groans out loud and low and I immediate begin to taste his euphoria as it shoots across my tongue.

            I suck intensely and force him to stay deep inside my mouth even as I feel his cock struggling to pull out from the intensity; but no dice. I want every last drop and I make him give it to me.

            “Oh!” I hear him moan out and I feel the warm spurts slowing before pulling off of the wet dick and forcing a hard gulp of the salty release, all the way down my throat.

            Did I seriously just fucking do that? I’m wondering, frantic.

            I still don’t even know what Jason’s cock looks like, only what it feels like. And now I know what another man’s load feels like, too.

            I hear Jason panting in the dark and I immediately grow fierce with want as I climb back up and find his lips, kissing him harshly.

            “You like that?” I whisper into the blackness.

            “Yeah,” He whispers back as I find his hips and grab them, pulling him up and insisting him to turn over onto his stomach.

            “My turn now” I say before kissing the back of his neck and all the way down his spine, until I feel myself at the top of his ass.

            I rub my palms along the back of his thighs and immediately feel around his ass cheeks, smooth and warm.

            I pull them outward and one of my fingers slowly makes its way down his crack before finding the dip of his asshole, tight and balmy.

            Jason’s opening clenches hard at my fingertip’s touch, and I laugh at the sensation, before carefully lowering my tongue down to it and feeling the vulnerable entrance with my mouth.

            He’s breathing heavily once more and I attack intensely with my tongue as I grab my own dick and stroke to the incredible dirty act that I’ve given in to.

            I can taste the clean musk of his freshly showered ass and I bite his cheek in a burst of aggression.

            I feel the tensing of his ass and I only want it more as he squirms beneath my face and I grab onto the back of his thighs and hold them in place.

            “Fuck me” He breathes out into the air and I bite my lip and pull away from him, stumbling around for a moment as I try to find my lube.

            Shit! Where is that damn bottle?! I’m thinking to myself as I feel everywhere with my hands and my rigid dick is bouncing up and down with tension in every step I take.

            Finally, as I’m feeling around on my dresser, I know I’ve got it in my hand and I come back over to the twink and just as I’ve found his thighs I hear him in the dark.

            “Where’d you go?”

            I find his ass and give it a nice slap and I hear him suddenly surprised as I belt out a laugh, quickly squeezing out a glob of lube onto my finger and waiting until I feel the cold wetness on my finger.

            I rub it between my fingers and find Jason’s ass once again, lathering him with it as I feel him clench up at the surprising chill.

            Take it from him; come on! Dominate him hard! I’m thinking to myself as his ass sits there, exposed and open for the taking in the darkness, and I lick my lips and lather my own cock with the cold gel.

            The warmth quickly builds in my grip and I crawl atop the lean stud and as much as I strain my eyes to open, I can’t see anything more than pitch black.

            So I’m feeling for the dip in his ass at the tip of my cock, and once I think I’ve found it I use my finger to check. I feel it and slide a finger easily into the tight seal as I hear him moan faintly.

            The warmth chokes my finger and I imagine what it will do to my wide cock.

            Unable to hold the thought for long without growing desperate, I withdraw it and line my cock up with his ass before inhaling deep and pushing forward against the tight warm entrance.

            “Fuck” I mutter under my breath as the incredible tightness of his reluctant ass seems surreal and I feel it slowly surrounding my cockhead.

            Jason moans out as I sink into him and feel the tight ring around my cock gripping intensely as I split him open over my hungry, powerful tool.

            The feeling is unbelievable; the smooth vague sensation of his warm ass has me gripping his thighs with my hands in an attempt to withhold cumming, as I sit there buried balls deep inside him until I can stave off and withdraw.

            I feel the skin of my sack against his and grow all the more possessive with the warmth of it against mine, and I want to push my cock even deeper than it can.

            “Oh!” Jason cries out in his smooth low voice as my cockhead pushes as deep as I can and I pull back before plunging back inside.

            There in the dark, he could have been a woman.

            I’ve had anal with a girlfriend or two in the past, and this feels identical, save for the clenching and the writhing around my cock that he continues gifting me.

            But every time his low moan bellows out into the air and I sink deep inside and feel his balls against mine, or the muscles of his legs beneath my palms, I know it’s impossible to imagine it any other way.

            And that’s how I want it.

            His masculine scent filling my senses, and the sweat of his warm body around mine as it clenches strongly, provide only the sensations that a young man could.

            In the dark though, I had an excuse. I had a reason to deny, when it would come time for the lights to return.

            And I know that this is why he offered himself in the dark; he knew I’d have him no other way.

            I take him harder now, faster too. I’m all-out pounding Jason’s ass as he tightens around me and huffs in a deep tone.

            I know he’s feeling the soreness and the pleasure ripping through his core with every thrust, and I want him to feel it hard; I want him to feel what I’m feeling.

            Deep inside him, I’m gripping the backs of his thighs and gritting my teeth in the dark as I tightness is forming in my center and I know I’m going to fill him soon.

            “Oh,” I hear him moaning into the bed sheets and it sounds far away; I’m lost in the connection and the feeling of dominating him, another man.

            I’m lost in the forbidden ecstasy of having him rough and without any restriction as I force my cock as far as I can inside him, in an aggressive gesture of passion as I’m waiting for the climax to hit me.

            “Fuck!” I feel it. Here it comes.

            “Oh, fuck!” I growl out into the cool darkness and sink inside him as deep as I can. I try to pound him harder than ever, but the release grips my entire body and clenches me still as cum tunnels out of me and inside the warm ass surrounding it.

            “Mmm,” I hear him purr approvingly as he grips around me and releases, repeating over and over as if to try and squeeze every last drop out of me.

            I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as my cock is nearly numbed from the overwhelming sensation and I start to withdraw.

            “Fuck” I breathe out as my wet cock hits the cold, dark air once more and I collapse onto the bed.

            I don’t hear Jason, but feel him shifting atop the mattress and then his weight is gone and I assume he’s gotten up.

            I hear creaking against the wooden panes of the floor and then nothing; complete silence.

            I hear him return and suddenly feel his breath against my face before he plants a kiss on my lips and whispers into my ear.

            “It stays in the dark, don’t worry” he says and I hear the rustling of his clothes.

            “I’m going back to my apartment to see if the lights are back on” he tells me in his calm, soft voice.

            And that’s it.

            I lie there atop my mattress and look outside the window at the night as my cock is still pulsing weakly and falling against my thigh.

            What the hell… I’m thinking to myself, exhausted from the release. I feel good and entirely carefree.

            “It stays in the dark…” I whisper to myself and laugh.

About the Author

Edward Raines is an author of gay erotic short stories. Through his writing, he explores ideas of first time experiences, sexual awakenings, and adventures with other men. Some events are loosely based on his personal experiences and some are pure fantasy.

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