a4f101:“Wait, you wanna eat my what?”“Ass,” I said, clearly and cooly an
a4f101: “Wait, you wanna eat my what?” “Ass,” I said, clearly and cooly and calmly. “I want to eat your ass.”He looked at me like I was fuckin’ nuts. And maybe I was, I guess, but you know what? Fuck him and his beef and his ridiculous muscle shirts and his smirks and his “I’m cool ‘cause I’m cool with the fact that I’ve got a gay roommate,” “hey Teddy, I bet you wanna eat my dick” queerbating bullshit. “Don’t get me wrong: I like sucking dick well enough.” I shrugged dismissively, like wrapping my lips around a shaft was okay, I guess, if there weren’t any other options. This was a lie; I loved sucking dick, and I’d gone through whole boxes of kleenex imagining him squatting down over my face, holding my head between his hands the way he held a football. “But ass eating is really my thing, so what I’d really wanna do is bend you over your desk,” I continued, voice casual and nonchalant like I was giving him directions (which he’d need) to the library, “and pull down your shorts, and eat you out.” He gulped – he actually gulped, his lips closing as he swallowed and then opening back up into their resting, mouth breathing, ox-dumb position.Gone was the look like I was fucking nuts, and it took me a sec to realize exactly what it was that had replaced it: fear. Jokes about sucking dick, jokes that slipped oral sex into just some dead metaphorical category of things you could say to prove you were a bro, were one thing, apparently, and while he could separate himself out from their actual sexual content – didn’t he call his best friends cocksuckers, too? – the idea of me munching his trench was more real (so homo). Eating ass – he’d probably know “tossing salad,” but maybe not “rimming” – wasn’t like anal, wasn’t something he could convince his girlfriends to try by sweet-talking them and wrapping his strong arm around their shoulders and leaning in close and kissing them on the cheek. It was something gays guys did. Together. While being really, really gay. It was vivid, and I could tell it was getting more and more vivid since he was so obviously picturing it, imagining it, thinking about it as a real possibility in the world.I helped him along.“I want to spread your legs, and then I want to spread your cheeks, and then I want to chow down on your asshole.”“But, I mean, it’s” – he blushed, and right away I knew he wasn’t gonna say “gay,” like, you know, you would if you weren’t actually considering the thing – “sweaty back there.” Awww, dear heart, I thought to myself, and I thanked whatever prissy little cheerleader back in junior high had first managed to convince him that, however much it still might pull down pussy from the sky, his body was fundamentally dirty. Thank you, Megan; thank you, Becky; thank you, Jennifer; thank you for making it so that when I – “when,” not fucking “if” – when I pull my lips back from his slick, musky hole and mutter that both it and he are so fucking beautiful, he’ll whimper and whine and then blush down to the tips of his toes.“I like that,” I said, and even though I gave him the same it’s-not-a-big-deal shrug from before, it was a big deal, both because I could see the gears turning in his head and because it wasn’t something I’d necessarily admit to my friends, much less him. “I like tasting a guy’s sweat. I like knowing he’s a man, you know?” The bit about knowing he’s a man was a lie, too, but if he could pretend to be a feminist to get laid, I could pretend to be a misogynistic douche. I speeded up, went for broke, and hoped he couldn’t tell that what came next was an admission over his own confused and muddled feelings: “I like worshipping a guy. I like making him feel good.”“Huh,” he said, and he furrowed his brow and looked away, back to the book on his desk that he hadn’t really been studying before. He wasn’t studying it now, either, but we both knew it was different. I pretended to go back to my problem set, and gave him two whole minutes – I timed it on my phone – before speaking up again.“You just got back from the gym, yeah?” -- source link