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Bait And Switch

by Orangebinder


Dave and I weren't ever lovers but we were regular fuck-buddies. We were college roommates and when I say we were regular fuck buddies I mean that hardly a night went by that we didn't get off at least once. At a minimum we jacked off together every night, usually it involved some fucking and sucking. We were both on the football team at a small college that had a piss-poor program. I chose the school because I desperately wanted to spread my wings a bit and sow some wild oats. I thought I could do that easier away from home. It wasn't that far away, only about 50 miles from home but Dave and I hit it off right away and just fell into the sex thing. I don't even remember how we first had sex, we just seemed to recognize something in each other and before we knew it we were in bed together. Every once in a while we would drive into Denver to hit the bars. This was 1973 and the bars could get pretty wild. We would usually start out with some pot to get loosened up and then hit the bars. Not really stoned but it took the edge off, lowered my inhibitions, and made me horny as hell. Sometimes we would drive the 50 miles into town naked in the car. Our favorite thing to do was to pick up hitchhikers naked or jack off for passing trucks. On this particular night, we got to the Triangle Bar at about 11:30 at night, it was a Saturday. I was wearing nylon running shorts and a muscle shirt (remember the tiny running shorts of the 70's?). Dave was wearing cut-off sweat pants. They were cut off quite high and of course neither of us had anything on underneath. This was before the days of liners and neither of bothered with jocks when we were cruising for sex. We both had a fairly wide streak of exhibitionism. There was no way we could hide a hard-on but then why would we want to? We were half-stoned hot 20 year olds in a gay bar looking for sex on a Saturday night. You might as well make your intentions clear and there was nothing subtle about us. If we didn't find what we wanted at the bar, we'd spend the night at one of the baths and get off having sex together in front of everyone.

The BeeGees were blaring on the speakers and the lights were flashing so we hit the dance floor and ground our hips together rhythmically. Then a slow dance--my favorite. We were thigh-to-thigh, cock-to-cock, stomach-to-stomach, and chest-to-chest. My arms were around Dave's waist and a finger or two reached down past his waistband sliding across the very top of his crack. Dave's arms were over my shoulders pulling my face into his. Although we didn't kiss, it looked like we were about to at any moment. I really liked to see other guys watching us. I was about to reach a bit farther down Dave's shorts and show some more of his butt cleavage, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a guy enter the bar. I turned so that Dave was between me and the entrance so the guy couldn’t see me but I could get a good look at him. I looked hard to make sure but the light was awfully dark. Then I saw him clearly and I knew for sure. He was wearing coach's shorts and a knit shirt. He was in his mid-forties and looked athletic. He was in good shape. He hadn't gone to seed, at least not completely. He was talking with the bartender and seemed to be on friendly terms with several of the guys sitting at the bar. They seemed to know him and vice-versa. When one of the guys at the bar groped him, he laughed and groped back. That was the confirmation I needed. I turned so that Dave was facing the bar and my back was to the bar. I whispered in his ear and described the man at the bar. "I know him, I've known him forever but didn't know he was gay. God, you can't imagine the “hots” I've had for him." I felt myself stiffening just thinking about it. "Here's what we are going to do. You go over and throw yourself at him, get him to take you home. Promise him anything. I'll find a back way out of here and wait in the car until I see you leave with him. I'll explain everything later and I'll owe you a big one that you can take out any way you want. Don't worry, I won't leave you stranded…"

Before Dave could respond I had slipped away into the shadows along the wall. I felt a hand on my tent-pole cock and it felt good but my attention was on Dave and the man at the bar. I saw Dave head over to him and start talking. The man was obviously impressed by Dave (he WAS gorgeous and just reeked of sex). I pulled away from the hand feeling me up and did manage to find a backdoor. I ran to my car and got in and waited. My dick was hard with anticipation. It wasn't too long before the man came out with Dave right behind. They got in the man's car and I could see the shadows of them in the front seat. I wasn't there to be a voyeur--I had other plans. I started the car and pulled out without turning on the headlights. Once I was away I turned on the lights and drove quickly. I had some time to make up. After getting in the house, I hid in the bathtub in the dark with the bathroom door just slightly ajar. They must have driven pretty fast because it was only a few minutes before I heard noises. They were both a bit over the edge. Lights came on in the house, the voices got louder. They entered the bedroom but didn't turn on the light. The hall light was on and it was bright enough to see what was going on. They stopped in the middle of the room. Dave had already lost his shirt. He leaned forward and they kissed, mouths open, hands roaming free. Dave pulled away, knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his coach's shorts, unzipped the zipper, and with one swift action pulled the shorts down to the floor. He was wearing a worn jock with a wide elastic waistband. He stepped out of his shorts and pulled off his shirt. He was naked except for his jock. I thought Dave was going to suck him but instead Dave turned him around and started eating his ass.

I knew what that meant; Dave was going to fuck him. Dave never rimmed except as a prelude to fucking and he never fucked without rimming first. I knew Dave's habits well. Dave licked long and deep sending the guy into all sorts of shivers and shakes. He reached behind him spreading his cheeks wide so that Dave could go deep. He was moaning and groaning and gyrating his hips. Dave was getting his pucker hot, ready, and open. After about 10 minutes of deep oral ministration, Dave stood up, his cock hard and ready to go. The guy was bent over with his legs spread wide, his hands spreading his cheeks as wide as possible and his back was arched forcing his butt hole up. Dave used both hands to guide his cock to the target. After some tentative pushing he hit home and slid in. I heard the quick intake of breath to let me know he was in. The guy then put his hands against the edge of the bed and straightened his arms as a brace against the coming onslaught. Dave began slow steady fuck strokes. I knew he had the stamina of a Billy Goat and could fuck from now until doom's day. It was obvious this was not the first time the guy had been fucked; he was ready and looking forward to it. I loved to look at Dave's ass but this was the first time I had ever watched him fuck a guy. His cheeks flexed and relaxed with each stroke. I could almost see his hole but not quite. His thighs tensed and relaxed and his breathing was loud and rhythmic. Soon Dave's moaning reached a crescendo and he froze, and then had a mini-seizure as he shot his wad. Then he collapsed over the guy's back taking huge gasps for air. Eventually, his softened cock slid out of a slimy butt and flopped free. Dave stood up, stepped back, and patted the guy on the butt like he had just made a touchdown. He turned and walked straight toward me. He always took a piss right after shooting off. I knew him well.

He stood in front of the john pissing; I stepped out of my hiding place naked with a hard dick. He must have been pretty drunk because he didn't seem the least bit surprised to see me. He just smiled. When he had finished pissing, I motioned for him to stay in the bathroom and I went out to the bedroom. The guy had just fallen forward onto the bed with legs sticking off the bed. I touched his ass cheeks, so soft, so firm, so hairy, and so violated. I slid a finger down his crack and felt his sweat and goo mixed with Dave's cum. His hole was awash in sticky thick cum. I scooped up as much as I could and ran it over my own hole, it was going to be invaded shortly. I couldn't help myself, I leaned forward and kissed his butt, softly, tentatively, and then with more assurance. It was warm, almost hot. I licked his cheek and then took one big lick up the length of his crack running my tongue directly across his stretched hole. It tasted like man. Delicious. I laid down on top of him, my chest on his back, my hard cock nestled in the length of his sticky butt crack, my thighs on his, and my head resting on his left shoulder. I kissed the side of his head. He murmured. I kissed him again and ran my tongue around the inside of his ear. He groaned and rotated his hips. I whispered, "Fuck me" as I traced his ear with my tongue. He was getting roused, I could tell. "Fuck me." "Fuck me." "Fuck me." Again and again, I was slowly humping, my cock rode up and down his butt crack, my breath was hot against his face and my tongue was invading his ear. "Fuck me." "Fuck me."

I slip off him and he rolled over. He was still wearing his jock; he had never taken it off. His dick was straining against the pouch. He stood up and I knelt in front of him. I bit his cock through the cloth pouch as my arms hugged his hips and butt. I slowly lowered his jock, almost like a stripper except he was the audience and I as the one removing the clothes. He was wearing a silver cock ring. I licked his cock head tasting its tastes and smelling its smells. The big mushroom head, stretched and full, oozing pre-cum, a giant lollipop. I nestled my head into his crotch and felt his big hairy balls against my chin. I ran my tongue down the underside of his stiff dick. I took his whole length into my mouth sucking him to the root. He let out a groan and put his hands on the back of my head holding me close to him. I didn't want him to cum; I just wanted to get him primed. As I sucked him, I worked my own asshole, stretching it, working the jism from his butt hole into mine. I wanted to be loosened up so that I would enjoy every minute of his dick up my butt.

When my hole was ready, I picked up his jock from the floor, placed it over my head so that the pouch was directly over my nose and face and laid down on the bed on my back with my legs spread wide up in the air. I didn't have to say a word; my position said "FUCK ME NOW" more clearly than any words. I inhaled his jock smell and held my hard cock in my hands as he mounted me. I don't remember any resistance at all. When I felt his cock at my butt I pressed against him. He slid right in up to the hilt. All of him in one slick gush. I can't tell you how good it felt. It was wonderful. He fit perfectly. He completely filled me up, full to the brim without being too big. He rubbed me the right way. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer.

He began pumping like a piston, my tight ass was squeezing his prick hard like a cock ring, his breathing was getting heavy, he was getting a work out. I was in heaven, his dick scraping my insides sending waves of pleasure over me. My legs were around his hips; my hands held his strong chest and felt his breathing. The smell from his jock over my face was an aphrodisiac filling my lungs with desire. I inhaled deeply. His dick went deep into my butt; his smell went deep into my lungs. Both were driving me wild, scratching an itch but making it itch all the more at the same time. I didn't know how long I could stand this.

Evidently Dave got tired of waiting in the bathroom, I noticed that he was standing just a few feet away watching us fuck. Suddenly the guy saw him too and nearly jumped out of his skin. He had no idea that there were three of us in the house. He thought he was fucking the guy he brought home. I had to hold him tight with my legs around his waist to keep him from pulling his dick out of my butt. He looked at Dave and then recognized him as the guy he picked up in the bar and brought home. Then he looked at me as to say, "Who the hell are you?" I slowly pulled the jock from my face.

Even in the semi-darkness he recognized me and the look of shock and surprise was wonderful. I smiled from ear to ear, looked over to Dave and said, "Dave, I don't think you have been properly introduced. I would like to introduce you to the man you fucked and whose dick is now up my butt, Dave, please meet my father. Dad, this is Dave, my roommate from college and best fuck buddy."

I looked at him straight in the eyes, "Now let's get on with it, Dad." He did. We did.

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16 Gay Erotic Stories from Orangebinder

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Bait And Switch

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Being Kept At Home

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Fucking My Son for the First Time

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LIttle Brother Turns Me Queer

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My Brother Tommy

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My Brother, The Marine

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My Brother’s Kiss

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My Fantasy Father

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Pussy Boy

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Tearoom Dad

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The Last Time I Raped a Man

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When And Why I Started Sucking Dad

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