Jealous Rivals

Jealous Rivals

Between the ages of 16 and 20, I have to admit that I was very promiscuous.
Once I realized that my sex life was becoming more important than my
studies, however, I took a hiatus. By the time I was 22, I was almost done
with school and was completely celibate for almost a year. This however
did nothing to change my reputation– basically that of a gay whore.

When I first came to school, I sort of went crazy. I went through one of
those stereotypical metamorphoses that you see all the time. I mean, I had
a growth spurt, lost my glasses, my acne cleared up, the braces came off,
etc. So try to understand that if I may seem vain, it’s because I spent so
much of my life as an ugly kid. Nowadays, I can honestly say there’s
absolutely nothing I’d change about my body… except for maybe my eyesight
(I stopped wearing my glasses and absolutely hate contact lenses–so I just
deal with not-so-great vision).

So anyway, after my slut phase, I mellowed out and concentrated on my
schooling. I was doing well and was going to graduate with very high marks
but had nothing else to show for my college career other than a few really
hot–yet ultimately unfulfilling one night stands and a good friendship
with a fag-hag. What I really wanted was a boyfriend.

I probably could have had my pick of any of the gay guys on campus. I was
very picky though. After I’d fucked them, I lost interest because none of
them were really what I wanted in a man. I mean, if they were smart, they
weren’t attractive enough and if they were cute, then they were too dumb.

My best friend at the time was this girl, Tiffany, the aforementioned fag
hag. She was anything but a hag though–a classic beauty. She also had
the same dilemmas in finding love that I’d had. We were both considered
kind of easy even though we really didn’t whore around anymore. Tiffany
actually stopped sleeping around a little before me and tried to settle
down with this boy, Keith.

I really did not like Keith. I mean, he was very attractive in a blonde,
all-American looking sort of way. I knew him as another of the boring
jocks at our school. He came off kind of small-minded to me. He was from
who-knows-where Nebraska and quite frequently made his right-winged views
clear to me and Tiffany. He also very often horned in on me and Tiffany’s
alone time. We’d actually compete for Tiffany’s attention a lot of the
time.

———————-

One day, Tiffany and I were in one of the restaurants on campus discussing
her boyfriend.

“I’m gonna break up with Keith,” she said very plainly between french
fries.

“It’s about time,” I said. “You don’t seem very happy with him.”

“I’m not. And I think he’s gay.”

“You always say that,” I said. Tiffany’s thing was to say that men whom
she didn’t like anymore were gay. She’s accused all her ex-boyfriends and
flings of being gay.

“I seriously think so, this time, Derek. I totally haven’t told you yet
about those wrestling videos he has.”

“What wrestling videos?” I asked.

“Keith has this huge collection of wrestling videos! They’re really gay.”

“All straight guys like WWF,” I assured her. “It doesn’t make them gay.”

“No, not WWF! I’m talking about, like, high school and college boys in
those bathing suit things–“

“Singlets!” I said enthusiastically. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!”
That’s so hot! Steal one of the videos before you break up with him!”

“I’m sure he’ll notice,” Tiffany said. “I’m sure he jerks off to them.
And that’s another thing. He jerks off too much!”

“Well there’s something else I have in common with him,” I said. “How do
you know how often he jerks off?”

Tiffany explained, “Well, he doesn’t get it up for me anymore. So either
he’s jerking off before he sees me–or he just doesn’t like women.”

“Or both.”

“His dick is too small for me, too,” she said angrily. She was really in
the mood to bash Keith today.

“Stop,” I said playfully. I was enjoying this because previously I felt as
though I could never say anything negative about Keith even though I didn’t
like him at all. Now she was spilling all the dirt. But for some reason
though, I did kind of feel bad for the guy.

“You said it was an okay size when you first got together.”

“I lied.”

“You’re so mean!” I said, playfully smacking her on the shoulder. “I think
small dicks are cute, sometimes,” I said.

“You would,'” she said slumping back in her chair. “Why can’t I find a guy
with a weenie like yours?!”

I smiled and took a sip of my soda. “Better buy a dildo,” I said. The
only reason Tiffany knows my penis size is because one day when we were
drunk, she stripped me down. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed at all since
she was my good friend.

So she did indeed break up with Keith. I saw the guy a lot on campus. He
worked in the school bookstore and sometimes I saw him in the gym. He
would always give me a mean look though. He never spoke to me. In fact,
even when he and Tiffany were together, he only spoke to me when we were
with her–and it usually turned into an argument.

The whole “Keith gay” thing went in one ear and out the other. We said
that about everyone and the fact of the matter was, it just wasn’t true. I
mean, sometimes I had inclinations about Keith–especially after Tiffany
told me about the wrestling videos. But I didn’t care one way or the
other. I would soon find out the truth, however.

———————-

There was a big frat party one weekend. Everyone was there and everyone
was drunk. I came with Tiffany to scope out a new boy for her. But we
ended up getting too drunk to do anything worthwhile but make fools of
ourselves. Keith was there and had WAY too much. He was hitting on every
other chick there, spitting on them as he slurred his bad pick-up lines.

Again, I ended up feeling bad for him. I think he was depressed from
Tiffany having dumped him which is why he got so wasted. At one point, he
stumbled over to us.

“Hallo, Tifff,” he said slurring. “Picked out a new trick yet?”

“Fuck you!” Tiffany yelled. She got quite belligerent when she was drunk.
“Get the fuck away from me before I tell every woman in here that you have
a two inch impotent dick!”

“Naaah, you jus’ have a giant, stretched-out, worn-out pussy!” he shouted
very loudly. Everyone in the room looked at us and laughed. This angered
Tiffany.

“Fuck you!” she yelled again, pouring her beer all over Keith’s head before
storming off. I followed her. More beers led to more confusion and we
ended up getting separated at the crowded frat house. I was actually ready
to leave and pass out in my bed. But I dare not leave without Tiffany. I
stumbled around looking for her and a bathroom at the same time. They all
had long lines and I had to piss immediately.

I went upstairs where there were less people. I thought there had to be a
free bathroom up there. Thankfully there was. It was a private bathroom,
adjacent to one of the frat boy’s rooms. I opened the door to the bathroom
to find a drunken couple making out. They stumbled out and I pissed for
what seemed like an eternity. It cleared my head, and I didn’t feel as
drunk anymore.

Of course, there was Keith in the bedroom outside of the bathroom. The
room was empty save us. I tried to just walk by him but the drunk,
confrontational Keith wasn’t having it. He shoved me. “Where the fuck
d’ya think yer goin’!?” he slurred.

“I don’t want any trouble Keith,” I said as I shoved him not as hard.
“Move out of my fucking way.”

“Fuck you, fuckin’ faggot!” he said throwing me against a wall. He said it
very quietly, hardly opening his mouth.

Now I was not about to be “punked” by this guy as he was no bigger or
stronger than me. I shoved him hard this time, causing him to stumble
back. “You ought a ask your ex what a real man is,” I said very cockily,
grabbing my crotch.

“Fuck you!” he said again, jumping up to pin me to the wall once again.
This game was becoming fun. I was really getting a rise out of him (in
more ways than one, I’d come to figure out). “You were fuckin’ Tiffany the
whole time, weren’t you!?” he said. “This gay shit is just a ploy to get
chicks, isn’t it!?”

I laughed in his face, still letting him pin me. “I never fucked Tiffany,
you idiot!” I said laughing at him.

The next thing he did would forever change our relationship. He grabbed my
crotch and said, “Then how the fuck does she know about yer dick!? How
come she’s always tellin’ me how big it is!?”

Speechless for a minute, I had to let it process that 1) Keith was gripping
my genitals and 2) Tiffany told Keith about them! I mean, I wasn’t
embarrassed or anything but kind of felt bad for Keith. Who wants to hear
that his girlfriend gay friend has a bigger cock than him?

“I never fucked her, man,” I said, less hostile than before. “I just
showed it to her once a long time ago.”

His face was very close to mine. “Well just how big is it?” he said,
blowing his beer breath at me, squeezing my crotch roughly.

I put a hand on the one he was using to feel me up. “Are YOU a faggot now,
Keith?” I said, smirk coming across my face.

He stared back at me, eyes glazed over and wayward. Then he dropped to the
floor and hurriedly undid my jeans, snatching my dick out. He stared at it
for a minute as it hung in front of him. Then he took it into his mouth.

He started giving me a really rough blowjob but I was no where near erect.
The beer was taking its toll on me. I remember thinking I wasn’t in my
body and I was looking down at Keith sucking on someone else’s penis.
Then, I figured, I should try to enjoy this, so I shook my head and
concentrated.

Soon I got semi-hard and fucked his face until I could reach a small
orgasm. It couldn’t have been more than two or three spurts of what was
probably really thin semen. However, it was still enough to cause Keith to
regurgitate. I withdrew from his mouth quickly as he hurled in front of
me.

When he started vomiting heavily, the door opened and a few kids came in.
Thankfully, no one noticed that my dick was hanging out so I stuffed it
back into my pants in a flash. As they all looked at Keith, violently
vomiting all over himself, I left the room. I found Tiffany and
high-tailed it out of that party. I did not tell her anything that
happened though. I found out the next day that Keith had to go to the
hospital and have his stomach pumped for alcohol poisoning.

———————-

Now when I’d see Keith around campus, that stare he gave me that I used to
think was disgust looked like curiosity. My previous disdain for the boy
turned into attraction. Not more that a few days after the party did Keith
find me and request that we have a talk. I thought he’d want to talk about
his sexuality or the possibility of a repeat encounter but neither was the
case. I was on a bench studying as he stood over me.

“Do you remember what happened the other night?” he asked.

“Of course,” I said, looking up at him, covering my eyes from the sun.

“It’s still kind of fuzzy to me, but things are coming back slowly,” he
said. “I need to know what your HIV status is.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, when was your last test?”

I was very offended by his question. “I haven’t had sex in over a year,
Keith. And back before I was CELIBATE, I was very safe.”

“Okay, well I was just wondering,” he said, realizing that he’d pissed me
off. “You know you kind of have a reputation, right?”

“Look, Keith, would you like me to go and get tested and mail you the
results or something?”

“No, that’s not necessary,’ he said. “I believe you. I actually knew
about the ‘you being celibate’ thing. Tiffany told me a while back. I
just wanted to be sure.”

“Whatever,” I said, returning to my textbook, thoroughly peeved. He walked
away without saying anything more.

———————-

Naturally, I was angry at him for accusing me of having AIDS but it didn’t
stop me from catching him glimpse at me around campus and wondering whether
he was really queer or not. Yes, there was still some doubt in my mind. I
had indeed heard of straight guys that have these sort of one-time gay
experiences and suspected mine and Keith’s relationship was just that.

That is–up until our gym schedules coincided one day. My school’s gym was
very immaculate and people from off campus would come to use it.
Membership was free to students and very cheap for others because it was
little known.

I usually went to the gym in the morning, when I didn’t have a class. It
wasn’t crowded in the morning, which was a good thing. At night there were
too many hot guys there and I did not want to be tempted. So, like I said,
Keith came in one morning and immediately noticed me. I was hoping to
avoid him, but he showed up only a few minutes after I got there and I
didn’t want to cut my workout short because of him. So I went about my
usual business. But each time I finished an exercise, Keith went to the
machine I used, and proceeded to do more than I did. After a while, this
was starting to annoy me, so after he’d outdo me, I’d go back to the
machine and do more than Keith had done. This cycle went on for quite a
while, no words spoken between us at all. Finally, after I could do no
more, I got up and proceeded to leave.

“You bench?” Keith called out to me.

I turned around to answer him. “No,” I said. “I never have anyone to spot
me.

“I’ll spot you,” he said. He also kept glancing at my crotch. I was
wearing cut-off sweats and if I got hard, there’d be no hiding it.
However, keep in mind, our tone is more threatening and confrontational
than anything this whole time. “How much do you bench?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I told you, I don’t bench press. I don’t like it. It
feels dangerous.”

“Well, I’ll spot you if you spot me, man. Come on. I want to see how much
you can lift.”

“Fine,” I told him and sat down on the bench. I helped him load the
weights on the bar.

“There,” he said. “I can lift 300. Let’s see if you can.”

I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it, but I laid back anyway and let him
lower the weight into my arms. I struggled and actually lifted it, to my
surprise.

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I got up from the bench. He snickered a little.

Then he got onto the bench and I spotted him. He lay back for a short
while before letting me know I could lower the weight. Again, to my
surprise, Keith struggled. His face turned bright red as he held the bar.

“Fuck!” he screamed as his strength began to give out. I quickly grabbed
the dumbbell and we lifted it back into its spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he
muttered again, sitting up. He looked at me, then at my crotch again. He
could not tell that I noticed. “I’m usually able to lift that,” he said.

“I’m sure,” I said as I walked away. Keith followed me.

“Seriously, I lift that much all the time,” he tried convincing me as I
walked to the locker room. He was still following me and pleading his case
when I got to my locker.

Then, suddenly, he shoved me against the lockers, pinning me like he did at
the party. “You know the reason I couldn’t lift it, right?” he asked.

I stared back at him blankly. Then he grabbed my dick through my sweats.
“You distracted me with this thing in my face the whole time!”

Now, this time, I wasn’t drunk and got stiff almost immediately, despite
being freaked out that Keith touched my crotch yet again. An awkward
silence passed as he squeezed hard and then moved his hand up and down.

“Fuck you,” he said again, staring into my eyes. Then he knelt down and
shucked my shorts off. My almost 9 inch cock pointed straight out at him,
the head slightly wet. He dove down on it, and once again, I received a
mediocre yet very eager blowjob from Keith. He bobbed up and down on my
dick, jerking the half he didn’t suck, his rhythm fast and uncontrolled. I
looked down to see that he had his own pecker out and was fisting it like a
madman. I could not see much though, damn my eyesight.

Despite my not being able to see his prick, I certainly felt the juice that
spewed from it onto my legs. I came hard, pumping Keith’s mouth and throat
full of my semen. My hands were firmly grasped onto the back of his head
until after I came. He released himself, gagging and spitting onto the
floor.

“You’re not gonna throw up again, are you?” I said. He did not answer and
continued trying to clear his throat of my semen. “Geez, it’s not toxic,
man,” I said as he stood. Then, without even looking at me, he left the
locker room. I changed clothes and left, more confused than ever.

———————-

I mean, I knew now that Keith was queer, albeit a severe closet case. What
confused me was why he never kissed me or never even asked me to suck him
off. Did he just not like me as a person and only liked my dick? I
decided that I would finally tell Tiffany what was going on. I called her
and invited myself over to her dorm room. She said she had big news for
me, too.

So when I got there, she looked as though she could hardly contain herself.
“I’ve got REALLY juicy gossip, Derek,” she said.

“It can’t be any better than mine,” I said.

“I’ll bet you it is!”

“Keith’s gay!” said both of us simultaneously.

“Wait, how’d you find out?” I asked.

“Well,” Tiffany explained, “I forgot that he still had my white boots,
right? So I went to his room and he wasn’t there but his suitemate was and
let me in. So I’m looking for my shoes, and like, I go under the bed and
why does Keith have a copy of PLAYGIRL under his bed!?”

I laughed.

“Yeah, it was all crinkled and sticky. It was old, but I never saw it when
we were dating.”

“He probably just forgot to hide it,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess. It was pretty far under there though. Makes me wonder if
it was there when I was with him. So wait, how’d you find out?”

“Well,” I said sheepishly. “He sucked my dick twice.”

“WHAT!?” Tiffany yelled. “When!? Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“The first time was at that frat party. The second time was earlier today
at the gym.”

“Damn you. Your story is better than mine.”

We then discussed the guy in detail. I told her about how he never liked
me to touch him to which she confirmed. He didn’t like her to give him
blowjobs either. She also said that before he got impotent, he was very
rough with sex. That’s what turned her on about him initially. But then,
he got lazy and eventually could hardly get an erection with her.

I decided that I would break my celibacy stint with Keith. I was now more
attracted to him than ever. All I could think about was that big, blonde
stud pounding the hell out of me like he used to do Tiffany.

———————-

A few days after the gym incident, I went to the bookstore, where he worked
and told him I wanted to go on a date with him. He accepted and we met
later that evening at a coffee shop on campus.

“So, like, what’s you deal,” I asked him. “We could’ve done this a long
time ago.”

“I know,” he said. “At first I was jealous of you. Then it turned into a
crush. But like, I didn’t want to be gay, you know.”

He said the word “gay” very quietly.

“I’ve tried to tell myself I’m not gay all my life, you know? But like, I
still get turned on by guys in singlets. I still jerk off to Playgirl.
And I still suck dick.”

“I wasn’t the first one?” I asked, disappointed.

“No, of course not!” he said. But you’re the only one I knew. You’re the
only one I had a crush on.”

Apparently, Keith was one of those internet and public park cocksuckers.
But he’d never had full-on sex with a man, even though he said he’d
fantasize about it.

“You’re the only guy I think I want to kiss,” he told me.

“Well why didn’t you ever do it before!?” I asked.

“I had to be sure I really liked you,” he said. With that, I told him that
we HAD to go back to one of our places and do it. I was hornier than ever
and could not remember ever wanting a boy more than I wanted him at that
moment. He suggested that we go back to my apartment since I lived alone.

———————-

We hungrily sucked each others’ faces. I hadn’t kissed anyone in a year
and he hadn’t ever kissed a man in his life so we were both very wild and
excited.

He quickly undid my pants and played with my hard-on. Then he tried going
down on me but I stopped him.

“Chill out,” I said. ‘Let’s take it slow.”

We rolled around on my bed, making out, dry humping each other. I slowly
undressed him and he followed my lead, doing the same to me. I was
completely naked, cock throbbing. He wore only his boxers. I straddled
him as he lay back, enjoying the work my tongue was doing over his neck
hard chest. When I tried to take his underwear off, though, he stopped me.

“What’s wrong,” I asked him.

“I’m embarrassed about my dick,” he whispered.

I smiled and kissed him lightly. “Don’t be embarrassed. At least you have
one.” Finally he let me pull down his boxers freeing his stiff pecker. It
touched his belly button as it curved upward. It wasn’t nearly as small as
I was expecting. I took it into my hand.

“This isn’t small,” I told him, slowly stroking it.

“It’s not as big as yours,” he said.

‘How big is it?” I asked.

“”Six, I think.”

“Well, average is five, dude.”

“Really?” he said

“Yes,” I assured him. “I’ve seen much smaller.”

I motioned for him to kneel next to me. His dick still pointed straight
up. I grabbed it, pointed it down, and let go, only to have it pop back up
again. I did this several times.

“Mine doesn’t do that,” I said pointing my dick all the way down. When I
let go, it popped back up but faced outward.

“Well look at how heavy it is,” Keith reminded me. “Your body can’t spare
the amount of blood it would take to make that thing point up!”

We laughed and continued to make out. He was much more comfortable now,
and kissed my neck and nipples. I laid him on his back again and went down
on him. Like riding a bike, you never forget. I cut loose, deep-throating
his stiff prick, cupping his fat balls. He shook all over, clutching the
bed as he uncontrollably thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

“I’m gonna come!” he gasped as he shot his thick nut soda into my mouth.
It was very sweet. I looked up at him as he quivered, enjoying his
afterglow. Then I straddled his face, my dick bobbing over him. He opened
wide and took me in, a little past the head. I slowly fucked his face,
instructing him on how to give a flawless blowjob.

“Watch your teeth,” I told him, increasing my rhythm. “Use your tongue
more.

He was getting really good–so good that I was close to losing my load. I
told him to put his finger in my ass and while lightly tongue-ing my dick
head, he stuck a moist finger into my anus. I twitched and bucked against
it, building my climax, imagining his dick inside me instead of his finger.

Then, he suddenly stopped and said, “Wait, I don’t want you to come until
you fuck me!”

Shocked, I pulled my dick free and squeezed the spot under the head so as
not to orgasm. It was really close, but I prevented it from happening.

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

“Of course I am!”

“But isn’t it your first time? Are you sure you can take it?”

“I wanna be the vulnerable one, for once,” he said. “I can take it.”

He then put his legs in the air, exposing his tight pink hole. His dick
was still rock hard too, by the way. I reached over and got a tube of lube
from my nightstand and slathered my penis with it. I was really hard and
looked down at my thick monster, wondering how anyone was ever able to take
it. I pressed it up against his asshole. He roared, concentrating hard to
expand his sphincter muscles. I lifted his legs over my shoulders as my
dick slid in halfway.

“AAARG!” he yelled, in pain.

“Is it too much?” I asked, I kissing him.

“No, fuck me!” he demanded.

I complied, slowly moving my cock back and forth in his ass. “Yeah!” he
yelled, moving his ass up and down, in time with my thrusts. “Faster!” he
said, pulling me closer to him by wrapping his arms around my back. I
fucked him faster, like he demanded to which he was yelled in approval.

Then, I lost control and thrust the other half of my dick all the way
inside of him. He yelled a lot louder this time, digging his fingernails
into my back. His sphincter tensed up which felt amazing to me, but I knew
he was in pain.

“I’m sorry,” I said, pulling my dick back out.

“No, give it to me!” he begged.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Fuck me NOW!”

Again, I obeyed as Keith let my dick back into his rectum. I fucked him,
not too fast but not too slow, in long thrusts. And even though he sounded
like he was dying, he still begged for more.

“Is that all you got!?” he said trying to hide his face contorting in pain.

“Hell no,” I said, expertly throwing his leg over, fucking him in that
painful position between missionary and doggie style. He issued a
challenge and I had to accept. My dick was hard as marble and needed to
give a good pounding after not having an ass for so long.

I smoothly transitioned into doggie style and fucked the hell out of Keith.
I penetrated him deeply, like only doggie style can allow, fucking faster
than ever. His butt cheeks bounced back after each forceful plow. Keith
was screaming and took one of my pillows to bite on and muffle his voice.
Then I got up from my knees onto my feet, squatting behind him, holding his
hips for balance, as I cut loose.

“FUUUCK!” Keith yelled. “I’m coming, Derek!” he announced. But I
couldn’t see because I was too busy.

I pulled out for a second to look at how wide I’d stretched out Keith’s
asshole. Then I plunged back into him, fucking him harder than before. He
could no longer hold himself up against my pounding and collapsed onto the
bed. I pushed my cock in and out of his quivering butt with the ferocity
of an animal.

“Stop!” he cried, turning around, tears in his eyes. “I can’t take
anymore!”

That caused me to climax and with two or three more powerful thrusts, I
pumped a huge load into his guts. When I pulled out, a lot of my come came
gushing out of his asshole. Then I collapsed beside him on the bed.

We panted for a while, catching our breath. “Fuck,” he said. “I’m never
gonna be able to sit down again.” I laughed.

“You impressed me, Keith,” I told him. “I never fucked anyone like that,
let alone a virgin. You’re really strong.”

He smiled and rolled his eyes at my comment. “Yeah, and tomorrow, I’m
gonna bench more than you.”

———————-

Even though we are very competitive and argue a lot, Keith is my boyfriend.
After we graduated, we moved in together and have been together for almost
two years. We are even thinking of going to Denmark to get married.
Tiffany visits often and has jokingly promised to have a kid for us.

The End