Been wanting to tell someone about my straight boyfriend for a while now. | 2016

Just a little introduction first. I'm gay, my boyfriend is straight. I met him 4ish years ago at university. We became friends, I drunkenly told him how much I fancied him at university and we became really close. This was despite the fact he was a notorious womaniser. He must have fucked near 100 girls in his life, he had about 10 girls in our dorm who all wanted him. Half of them were obsessed with him even, he was (and still is) a bit of a stud.

Back in the first year or so of our friendship, it became clear to him how much I liked him, and he stupidly vowed that one day he would fuck me (I knew he was joking but when a gay guy is head over heels in love with you, that's the worst thing you can tell him) - I clung to that hope for years. It'd get me down because I'd think "Well why don't you just fuck me now?" My infatuation put a lot of stress on our friendship at times, I used to get insanely jealous of other girls, but at the same time, he would too get jealous of any guys I was interested in. Somewhere along the lines we made a sort of gentlemans agreement that we wouldn't see other people, because apart from having sex, we were practically in a relationship with eachother. This seemed OK to him, he got along just find. But it ate me up inside because I was a virgin and I just wanted to have sex. By this time I was 19/20 and probably the only person I knew who hadn't had sex. I was (and still am) a horny little bugger and I would fantasise about him fucking me ALL the time. When I watched porn, I'd cum to the idea of riding his dick... fuck, doing my food shopping I'd fantasise about it. It was all I could think about.

After we left university, we actually decided to move in together and rent a flat. My friends who knew I fancied him thought I was incredibly stupid. What if one day he did meet a girl? How would I handle it? And How would I cope living with a man who I wanted to fuck so badly? Living together was not easy to start. We did fight a lot, but all my problems with him stemmed from the fact I wanted to be closer to him. We were a couple in every sense of the word but we didn't have sex with eachother. I ended up actually getting really depressed about the situation and there were a few times I tried to tail out of it, but he never let me. I tried to move back home, but he talked me round, I tried to hook up with a guy online, but I couldn't go through with it because I was scared. I suppose I should get to the good part now.

We would always discuss the idea of having sex, but he'd treat it as more as a joke than anything, saying he'd get a dirty willy (as if I don't know how to clean my own ass) or whatever. But then one day, he had an assignment that needed to be in (we both did a home study course), but he couldn't do it, so he asked me. I said I would do it, only if I could suck his dick. He agreed. At first I was shocked he agreed (despite all our back and forth rhetoric on the subject). But I could only give him head after I'd done the essay. So being the idiot I am, I did his whole essay for him. He then told me to suck his dick. Because I'm such a huge chicken, I backed out and said I was just happy to help him, so I didn't suck his dick, but I wanted to really bad.

A couple days later, it was the cause of an argument (I don't remember how specifically), and he ended up whipping his dick out and shoving it in my face. This was the closest I'd ever been to someone elses dick, and it was good, but scary. It wasn't hard, because it was a kneejerk reaction of his to get it out, but I opened my mouth and sucked it. He thrusted in and out for about 10 seconds but he didn't get hard, before he put it away. Needless to say, I had a smile on my face for a long time afterwards.

The next year of our lives, nothing happened. Things stayed the same. We both moved back home due to complications with our house, but continued to see eachother regularly meeting up in a city half way between our respective homes. Which is where our friendship officially became a relationship.

Once it became clear we would really only be able to see eachother by getting a hotel room and visiting whatever city together, he must have accepted the fact that we would be sharing a room proper, it was inevitable. We were lying in bed one night in our hotel room, TV had turned to shit, we were both bored and a little tipsy, and he started wanking under the blanket. He would always often pretend to wank (his kind of humour), but this time I could tell he was doing it for real. Again, like before I was scared and nervous. He didn't waste much time though and told me to get my lips on it. I didn't hesitate, and I went straight under the cover to suck his dick. This time he was rock hard and it felt amazing. I don't know what it is about the idea of having a dick in my mouth, but I just love it, it's fun. I love the idea of being a thing of pleasure for him. I sucked his dick for a good while until he was ready to cum, and when he did, he shoved my head down and came straight down my throat, I didn't even need to swallow. I remember I got up and my eyes were streaming with tears from having his dick so far down my throat.

Over the next few months we met up and I would always give him head. Several months later, we decided to fuck. I had had small things up my ass before, but never a dick obviously, so I was quite nervous. I didn't have any lube, but I was kind of determined to make him fuck me, so I did bring some baby oil. I know baby oil breaks condoms, so it's a good thing we didn't use one. I didn't need to worry about infections from him because like I said, we had both agreed not to see other people despite not fucking eachother.

The night progressed like usual, I was giving him head (I had started getting good at deepthroating by this point, and he would edge for ages, I would give him like 2 hour long blowjobs, it was amazing). I told him I wanted him to fuck me. Usually I didn't get naked myself when blowing him, I just enjoyed pleasuring him. So he pulled my bottoms off, and laid me on my stomach. As he's straight, I figure he didn't have a lot of experience with anal because he tried just shoving it straight it, and it fucking hurt. I even cried, so I made him stop and I laid there clutching my ass for a while. when it stopped hurting, I suggested we try it slower this time so we did.

He flipped me on my back and fingered my hole, with one finger to start, then increasing to two. Then he used his dick to tease me. He pushed it in slower this time, it still hurt a bit but nowhere near as bad as before. He worked his way in a little at a time, asking me how I was doing and checking I was OK along the way. After a few minutes, I was used to his dick. I should mention his dick isn't particularly small. I'd say about 7 inches. He's got a real nice looking dick to be honest. Nicer than mine I'd say haha. Once I was used to hit, he started to fuck me properly. My first time he couldn't go to town like I wished he could, and we could only fuck on my back, but it still felt really really good. He fucked until he came inside me. I had never been so happy with my life. It's pretty sad in a way to think that I needed a load of someones jizz inside me to make me happy, but I don't see it that way. I'm in love with him, and it may have taken him 4 years to realise properly, but he loves me too. When he fucked me, that kind of confirmed that for both of us. He realised that he actually CAN be in a proper relationship with me even though he's straight, and I finally got a boyfriend and a sexual relationship I'd always wanted.

That isn't our hottest fuck by any means, but I've never actually been able to tell anybody about our relationship because he's straight (we have to keep it all hush hush, it's stressful sometimes). Our hottest fuck was one time I got to the hotel before him, so he told me to wait for him bent over on the bed naked. I didn't, because I fell asleep (he took hours), but I was naked when he got there, just not bent over. He walked through the door, literally lubed up my hole, slid his dick in and fucked the life out of me.

I have plenty other hot sex stories if people want to hear them. Fucking in hotels all the time kind of lends itself to an interesting/hot sex story once in a while. We're moving back in together soon too, which will be great because I get so horny sometimes. I get real cravings for a good dicking from him. He gives it good :)