1. Dicks Feel Better Than Carrots


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Zhenit, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    we could just put this weird moment behind us. I didn’t want to create the impression that I had to go somewhere quickly with these carrots, because that could have given my real intentions away. So the plan was to join him to his dorm, have a few drinks, talk a bit and then leave. “Sure,” I answered. When we arrived at his dorm we went straight to the living room. It was kind of messy; clothes, half-empty take-out meals and books were scattered all around the room. The smell was as you would expect; stale and musky. The musky smell kind of gave away that he was not the only man living here. He tried to clean up some of the mess by taking some of the boxes with him to the kitchen. “Please take a seat,” he said while picking up an old pizza box. He quickly returned with two beers, presenting one of them to me. “Oh. I don’t drink alcohol.” I told him. He looked at me, frowning for a moment but then put the beer on the table, took off to the kitchen and returned with a coke. I was too shy to tell him that I don’t really enjoy the taste of coke so I just accepted it and smiled faintly. He sat next to me and took a sip from his beer. “So, carrots…” Allan said pleased. I smiled awkwardly, still not knowing how to react. I didn’t know what he thought I was going to do with those carrots. Maybe he believed me and he was actually making fun of the fact that I’d eat carrots on the train. I mean if you think about it, it’s a pretty silly idea. So yeah, I really hoped that was what he ...
    thought. I eventually decided to try and change the subject before he continued. “Do you live here alone?” I asked. “No, I have a roommate but he has classes until the afternoon. So, we don’t have to worry about him.” What did he mean by that? What was he planning on doing? I immediately thought the worst. Was he going to hurt me? Maybe he knew exactly what I was going to do with those carrots, and maybe he thought it was still not too late to beat the ‘gay’ out of me. Oh no! I had to leave. At this point Alan had finished his first beer and opened the other one. “Anyways, maybe I should go. Thanks for the coke.” I put down my half-empty coke bottle next to the sofa and wanted to stand up when suddenly Alan quickly stood up and positioned himself right in front me. For a few seconds I sat there motionless, just looking down at the floor. I felt my heart beating in my entire body. After a while, I found the courage to look up. Alan smiled and started to move his free hand to his pants. With one hand he expertly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He then pushed them down with one swift move until his semi-erect cock flopped out. It was looking me straight in the eye. “You can touch it. I know you want to. And I can already tell you that it feels much better than a carrot.” He said mockingly. There I was, sitting in front of a semi-erect five inch cock. It would probably grow to about six-and-a-half inches, maybe even more. A normal person would just run out of the door, scream ...