If I hadn't met Josh I might never have found out just how much of a slut I am. I spent my whole life too shy to try anything with anyone, and not even daring to imagine all the possibilities.
My name is Adam. I'm 18, and three months into my freshman year of college. I grew up in a small town, where everyone knows everyone else's business. That's why I didn't dare act on my desire to be with another male; if found out, it would have made life a living hell.
Then I came here to college and within a few days met Josh. He's my age, and a lot of people mistake us for brothers. We're both 5'11”, 150 lbs, blond and lean. Neither of us act gay at all, so I'm still not sure how we found each other, but I'm glad we did.
I could tell you the story about that first weekend when we each had sex for the first time. It's a great story, and I'd love to tell you about it sometime. Right now, though, I want to tell you about the time when we both realized we were genuine cock sluts.
We were laying on Josh's bed, naked. I was rubbing his chest, feeling how slippery his nipples were with my cum splattered all over them. In times like this, we talked about a lot of stuff until we got ourselves horny enough to go at it again. The conversations tended to be about five minutes long, but there were a lot of them.
Josh looked up from watching his hands massage my balls and asked, “If I tell you a fantasy of mine, will you think I'm too weird?” I thought that was a strange question to ask, considering I'm the guy who keeps sending pictures to his phone of sexual positions I want to try with him.
I ask him what he has on his mind. He said, “You know, just once, I'd like to totally let loose and be a slut.” My interest was captured. Josh had pretty much the same background that I did – small town and everything. I knew what it was like to have to hold all that desire in, wishing it could be unleased safely.
Josh pulled out his phone and started reading something to me. It was a description of a place in the city, a couple of hours away, called “The Man Cave.” It was a gay bathhouse which was, I came to learn, essentially a place for guys to go, wander around naked or in a towel, and have wild, anonymous sex at every turn.
As he described the place, I felt my cock getting hard. Of course, Josh had his cock laying under mine, and was squeezing both of them together with his hand as he read, but still, the thought of doing something that wild and daring really turned me on, and I told him so.
“Really? Are you serious?” he asked. “Because if you are, I think it would be so freakin' awesome if we went together and checked it out. We could go tomorrow as soon as we get out of class and be there in a couple of hours.”
I was all for it. I couldn't tell him that, though, because my mother taught me that it's not polite to talk with your mouth full, and with my head now down between his legs, my mouth was very full. I just nodded my head and grunted, and soon Josh was grunting, too.
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