I don't enjoy sex unless I fuck a straight guy.

I grew up with two older brothers. Being bullied by them for being a little fat, the usual brothers do, made me a thicker skin and developed a manly personality. So I was never bullied at school and used to hang out with straight guys, when I accepted that I'm gay I kept it a secret.
The first time I had sex I was 17 with a guy I met online. He was a few years older than me, I obviously enjoyed it, he was an experienced bottom, but I didn't like he was afeminate, by that time I was in the closet, so I didn't keep in touch or tried to meet someone else.

On my first year at university, I came out to a girl, and we became good friends. She got herself a boyfriend and the three started hanging around.

He and I started talking more. By that time I wans't fat, just a few pounds over the ideal. He was always trying to make me work out, sending me, on messenger, pictures of him shirtless showing me his gains. Sometimes I thougth that was a bit strange because he knew I am gay.

By the second year, the girl started partying around by herself, Meeting new people. My friend, the boyfriend, was studying a lot and didn't go out much, and they started having troubles.

One day he goes to my house to talk. He was sad because he thought they were going to break up. Then he starts to cry, and all I could do was wait and be quiet. Then he gets closer and I hugged him. He sobbed on my shoulder and I couldn't help feeling aroused. I hugged him back and then he moved his head, facing me. And we kissed. We made out on my living room couch, until I tried to take his clothes off he freaked out and left.

I didn't hear from him in a week. One afternoon, the doorbell rang and it was him again, at my house, since I was alone almost every afternoon I was wearing shorts, an old tee and flipflops.

He looked like he had been crying. Eyes red and shaky voice. He told they had just broken Up. He started crying. And I hugged him. I didn't wanted that break up sadness shit but I was horny and expected something would happen like a week ago. So I made my move first. Grabed his neck gently and kissed him.

Guided him to my bedroom and took his clothes off. His body was lean, smooth and a bit muscular. He hesitated several times but I wasn't going to let him go. Not again.

He layed on my bed and I sucked his dick. Slim and very hard. But my goal was his hole. I lift his legs and without letting him do anything started eating his ass. He moaned and those sounds made me so hard.

I put a condom. And made him sit on it. But didn't get in. He was very tight. He tried more but we couldn't. Then he was going to freak out again and I pushed him on the bed again, facing down. Put some nivea cream and kneeled separating his legs. Took my shirt off and tried to put my dick in again. The tip slipped in and he yelled, turning his head to me, Grabed his arms and made my way in.

He yelled and arched his back. He groaned biting the sheet of my bed. The best sounds I have ever heard. A straight guy's virginity going away. My hairy belly rested on his lowerback and waited for him to get use to my cock. He tried to get up but wans't gonna let him. All he could do was get in doggy position. And I started fucking, he moaned, tried to move , but I moved towards him until he was against the wall and my thrusting hip.

I came grabing his waist. He took his clothes and left.

We didn't speak again. We live in a small city. I have seen him several times with girls and doenst even say hello from a distance.

Since then I like dominant rough sex, and always try to get a tight straight ass to fuck.