I met Ammad when he was an undergrad at college a few years ago, and knew I wanted to blow him almost straight away. At the time, he was an 18-year old virgin in heat, desperately looking to bed girls. He combined rugged good looks from his native Pakistan with a light, honey complexion more like the Greeks or Italians. His dark hair, soft but masculine features, creamy brown skin, and sporty, muscled physique used to get me wet all the time. Every time he flashed his smile, or I saw him in his gym shorts, I imagined his cut cock in my mouth, him sighing and moaning, slowly fucking my mouth. . .a fantasy to which I jerked off in my dorm room many nights.
Recently, he was visiting from overseas - he's a high flying consultant now, in his early 20s - and stayed with me overnight. He was even more good looking and definitely more muscular and confident now than I remembered. . .still clean cut, athletic, and boyishly masculine. I knew it was now or never.
Late after dinner on his last night, I pulled out the alcohol and started plying us both with drinks and talking about our time in school...to lower his guard and calm my nerves. I knew he would react very badly if this went wrong. The timing had to be just right. For those of you who've intentionally seduced a straight boy, you know what I'm talking about.
Several drinks later, we were both more relaxed. We talked about the fun we had in college, and he told me how he lost his virginity to a senior who invited him into her bed, and how much he enjoyed getting head.
"Any guy can get laid," Ammad said matter-of-factly, "But how many guys can get a girl to suck their dick, and taste their cum. That's hot. I like making them swallow," he laughed. "They don't like it, but they do it," he continued, smiling. "I've made girls cry sometimes," he finished, lust and pride in his voice. I asked him casually how often he got laid where he was now based.
"It's great, man. . .I get it four, five times a week!" He smiled and grabbed his crotch proudly.
"So you're in a relationship, then?" I pushed, gently.
"No, dude. . .different girls. It's awesome!" He slurred. I was super turned on by this beautiful young stud's sexual appetite.
"I've got something you'll enjoy, then", I almost stammered, as I lowered the lights and put on a straight porn video.
"Damn, that's hot," he smiled. "Making me horny, dude!" He giggled in his drunken haze, and started watching the video intently. Gradually, he grew quieter, more focused and intent. Several minutes later I gathered my nerves and suggested we rub one out together. The alcohol made things easier. I rolled down my boxers, already wet with precum, and started jerking off slowly, pretending to be really into the video. I saw him dart awkward glances in my direction, giggling sheepishly.
"Come on, man!" I teased playfully, gently, a few minutes later.
"Fuck it," he slurred and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, revealing his fitted, light grey Gap briefs and a noticeable lump between his muscled thighs. I pretended not to look as he slid his briefs off, just enough to release his erect cock, which swung out immediately. He started playing with his head, and sighed. He hadn't showered since the morning, and the ripe smell of his pubes mixed with a hint of fresh soap hung in the air. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck, that's hot," I whispered, jerking and looking at the video. "Why don't you lie down on the sofa. . .be more comfortable," I suggested, so turned on, I was barely coherent. I gently steered him to lie back and in doing so, he got rid of his jeans with his feet, leaving his briefs at the knees.
"Yeah, that's better," he sighed. I waited a couple of minutes before I came out with it: "Let me jerk you off, man...see how it feels," I ventured. He eyed me suspiciously, but he was also very drunk and horny - this is how straight guys are usually seduced - so he seemed to consider it. "You're not gay, are you?" He slurred, and laughed, still watching the video.
