Straight To Cocks Collection Volume 1
Published by Cora Adel at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Cora Adel
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Straight To Cocks 3 - Billy Takes A Virgin
Straight To Cocks 1
“You coming out tonight, bro?” Steve asked in between bicep curls. “I think we’re gonna hit Dragon.” He put the barbell down on the weight rack and Jim switched places with him to start his set. The two friends used to be just workmates, but after a few months of working out together their relationship had budded into something more than just work out buddies.
“Eh, I dunno man, I’m pretty spent. This week was brutal at work.” Mandatory overtime and project deadlines plagued Jim’s week. As a newly promoted project manager, Jim was desperate to make himself look as competent as possible during these first few weeks.
“Bro, it’s ladies night at Dragon. Single ladies night. At Dragon. No competition!” he said and slapped Jim on a sweaty, lean shoulder. Dragon was the premiere bar of the local gay scene, and ladies night meant it was going to be full of women. Lots of single, straight women and lots of gay men. Like Steve said, that meant little to no competition for the two of them.
“Look Jim,” Steve continued, “just flash those guns and you’ll have your pick of the pack, am I right?” he said with a laugh, squeezing Jim’s flexed bicep as he finished his last rep.
“Alright, alright.” Jim said with a grin. “You convinced me.” He had been putting a lot of time and hard work into his body these past few months and it showed. He wasn’t huge, but he was lean and muscular; like Brad Pitt in Fight Club. “It shouldn’t be hard to pick up some girls tonight.” He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. Sweat ran down his chest to disappear into his grey tank top; his short brown hair hung over his forehead, wet with moisture. The last set of curls had pumped his biceps and made the veins in his arms pulse with blood.
“Sauna?” Steve asked, throwing his towel over one shoulder. The two usually shed a little extra water weight in the sauna after lifting.
“Nah, I think I’m going to go home and take a quick nap. I need to recharge before tonight.” Jim replied.
“Alright bro, take it easy. I’ll call you tonight- how’s 10 sound?” Steve said as he walked toward the locker room where the sauna was located. He wiped sweat from his forehead and neck with his towel.
“Sounds good. You’re driving by the way.” Jim said, grin widening, as he unclipped the weights from the curl bar and started to put them away.
“What’s new.” Steve replied with a laugh, disappearing into the locker room. He knew Jim hated to drive, especially if he was going to be drinking.
***
Jim closed his apartment door behind him and threw his keys on the kitchen counter. Walking toward his bathroom, he pulled his moist tank top off and felt the fresh, cool air against his sweaty chest and back. In the bathroom, he flexed in the mirror a few times, satisfied with the image that reflected back at him.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” he said to an imaginary girl, still staring at himself in the mirror. He flexed his tight pecs- left, right, left, right. The muscle rippled under his tight tanned skin. “You like that?” he asked the imaginary woman, making a kissy face in the mirror. Laughing at himself, he moved to turn the shower on.
When the water was warm enough Jim stepped inside the shower and let it run over his shoulders and down his body. The pressure and heat felt like a little massage against his tired muscles, and he stood unmoving for a few minutes, letting his body relax. Slowly and deliberately, Jim wrapped his hand around his penis and stroked it. He conjured the image of a petite blond girl at work, Sara, and stroked harder as his cock stiffened. Jim fantasized about meeting her in a conference room and laying her down gently on the meeting table, then separating her legs and thrusting himself into her. She gasped in pleasure and arched her back, small tits bouncing each time he pushed into her wet pussy.
“Oh fuck Jim.” She said, moaning. “I need your cum.”
He made her sit and she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him tight inside her. She squeezed her thighs and pulled him deep inside her while slowly moving her hands down his muscular back and onto his ass cheeks. Sara squeezed his ass as Jim pumped her hard. She spread his cheeks and pressed a finger against his asshole, making him moan with pleasure.
“You like that baby?” She asked, her breath a whisper on his ear.
Jim responded by kissing her deeply, sliding a tongue past her red lips and into her moist mouth. Sara took this as an enthusiastic ‘YES’ and continued her assplay, pressing the finger deep into his hole.
“Oh, oh fuck! Oh…” Jim yelled and threw his head back as his cock exploded into Sara’s pussy, filling her up with his thick white cum. She unhooked her legs from his waist and wrapped her mouth around his spent prick, milking the rest of his cum into her wanting mouth.
Jim opened his eyes, his fantasy over, and watched as his cum circled the shower drain. He slid his finger out of his hole and finished the rest of his shower in a typical ritualistic manner: wash hair, wash body, wash face, rinse off. He dried his body with a fresh towel and slumped into bed, thoroughly exhausted.
***
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Jim snapped his eyes open and looked at his alarm clock- 9:45 PM.
“Ah, shit.” He muttered to himself as he flicked his phone on. Steve had already called and left multiple voicemails. Jim dialed Steve’s number quickly, hoping he hadn’t missed his ride.
“What’s up bro?” Steve answered. “Everything alright? I got kind of worried you weren’t answering.”
“Yeah sorry I just slept in.” Jim said, still groggy from his nap. “Did you head down to Dragon?” He was hopeful that Steve hadn’t left his apartment yet.
“Nah dude, I was just about to leave, I’ll swing by and pick you up. See you in a few bro.” Steve said and hung up.
Jim swung himself out of bed and started to get dressed, first throwing on a pair of dark blue boxer briefs, choosing this pair because of how snug they held his package. He grabbed a tight fitted t-shirt that accentuated his body and slid his legs into a fresh pair of blue jeans. The low buzz of his electric toothbrush filled the bathroom as he cleaned out any sleep breath he might still have. Jim lifted up the front of his t-shirt to expose his abs and flexed. Six ridges appeared and veins ran down the sides to disappear into his underwear. He knew he was money; he knew he would be able to get any girl he wanted tonight.
BZZZZZT. Jim’s buzzer rang while he was in the middle of spiking his short brown hair with a combination of wax and hairspray. He quickly flipped around to check out how his ass looked in his jeans. Satisfied, he ran to answer his door.
“Hey buddy.” Steve said as the door opened. He pulled Jim close and gave him a quick hug and pat on the back. He was dressed almost identically to Jim with the exception of his sunglasses. Steve always wore sunglasses out to the bars. Jim didn’t get it.
“Let’s do it.” Jim said, stepping out of his apartment and locking the door behind him.
It took a good twenty-five minutes to get downtown to Dragon. Steve quickly drove pass the bar while looking for a parking spot and the two friends noticed the line growing out front. They didn’t focus on how long it was getting, but instead on the amount of women in it.
“Holy shit, son.” Steve said with a laugh. “We gonna get laid tonight!” He slapped Jim on the chest.
“Watch the tee, bro.” Jim said teasingly, putting on a faux mad face.
Steve found a parking spot a couple of blocks away. The two walked side by side down the line of waiting people.
“Ladies….ladies….ladies…” Steve tried to nod and say hello to each girl in line. Jim noticed how scantily they were all dressed and it was getting him excited. A slight twinge made his cock harden when a beautiful blond that caught his eye. Tight green tank top accentuating large breasts, tiny white booty shorts curved around an athletic ass. He smiled at her as he passed, making a mental note to find her inside the dark club.
Jim noticed a group of men at the end of the line as they approached. The tallest one turned toward him as Jim and Steve lined up.
“You guys here for ladies night?” he asked. He was tall; Jim estimated around six foot three. The man’s head was shaved to a short stubble, but he had the perfect round head for it. He had bright blue eyes, a thin nose and a light stubble beard. Jim could tell how built he was under the custom tailored button up that matched his eyes. He wore no shirt underneath and Jim could see the outline of his slightly oiled chest. Jim looked at him blankly.
“Ah I apologize, where are my manners?” The man said with a wide grin. “I’m Billy. Billy Starr.” He extended his hand out. Jim shook it, taking note of how strong the man’s grip was.
“Yeah, ladies night.” Jim said, letting go of Billy’s hand. “We figured it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. My name’s Jim by the way.”
Billy laughed. “These girls are used to that tactic. Good luck though, I’ll see you inside.” He eyed Jim up and down slowly, then turned and walked to the front of the line. The bouncers let him inside the club immediately.
It took another hour for the two friends to get inside. The dark club was full of a mix of men and women- not just single girls like Steve had said. A popular dance song played loudly over the speakers and colored strobe lights accentuated each beat. A solid group of people three rows deep crowded the bar, all of them clamoring for drinks. The dance floor was filled to the rim with people gyrating on each other. Men on women, women on women, men on men, like it was a living, breathing sex orgy. Jim thought there was no way that all these guys were gay; they had the same idea Steve did. He looked over at Steve, disappointed. This was like any other club in town.
Steve sighed and shook his head. “Well…good luck bro.” He said and patted Jim on the back. Jim knew what that meant- Every Man For Himself. Steve disappeared into the crowd.
Jim sighed and resigned himself to getting drunk. Might as well try to have fun anyway, right? It wouldn’t be shooting fish in a barrel like he had thought, but with this body and face he figured he wouldn’t have much trouble. He pushed himself through the thick line of people and ordered a shot of Jack, downing it in one quick gulp. The liquid filled him with warmth and his attitude perked up. He slammed the shot glass down and felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Hey buddy.” It was Billy, a wide grin of pearly whites filling his face. Jim had to admit he was handsome, in a rugged way.
“How’s the easy women?” he asked with a slight chuckle.
“Seems like every other guy in the city had the same idea.” Jim replied, raising his hand trying get the bartenders attention.
“Marco!” Billy yelled, snapping his fingers. The bartender stopped what he was doing to service the two men.
“Hey Billy, whatcha need?” the attractive Johnny Depp-ish man asked.
“Two beers Marco. Thanks.” Billy ordered. He got the beers immediately and Jim noticed that Billy didn’t have to pay. Billy handed one to Jim.
“Thanks.” Jim said, and started to walk off. He was determined to find the blond he saw outside.
“Wait, wait.” Billy said, grabbing Jim by the biceps and squeezing slightly. “How about a dance before you walk off with my beer?”
Jim looked at Billy, surprised. “I guess I thought it was clear that I wasn’t gay.”
“I thought I was straight ‘till I sucked my first dick.” Billy said bluntly. “Now come here, let’s do some shots.”
Jim was stunned, eyes wide. He’d never heard someone say something so forward. He didn’t know what to say or do, so he dumbly followed Billy back to the bar.
“Two shots, Marco!” Billy yelled again. He passed one over to Jim, toasted, and sucked it down. Jim followed suit, still stunned by how blunt his new friend was. He started to loosen up and actually thought Billy was a pretty cool guy. He was a smooth talker, he was interesting, he was funny, he was a man who knew what to say and when to say it. Jim had to admit, he was having a lot more fun than the thought he would.
Bill followed the shot with another… and another… and another, and pretty soon Jim was drunk enough that he didn’t even notice that Billy had stopped taking drinks with him several shots ago.