Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2014 20:45:34 -0400
From: Aaron Grant <thegrantfinale123@gmail.com>
Subject: Prude

Prude
by Aaron Grant
thegrantfinale123@gmail.com


"I'm protestant, so I can't have sex before I'm married."

Whenever he said this (and he brought it up a lot; not
necessarily using those exact words, but he seemed to
bring his virginity and religion up in everyday conversation),
it infuriated me. It wasn't the fact that he was saving
himself for marriage; that's completely okay with me. It
would make your first time really special, I suppose,
because it's with the person you want to spend the rest
of your life with. But at the same time, you need to look
at things realistically. I've told him, "Caleb, if you
never have sex until you're married, how will you know
what to do?" To which he responded, "Well, I believe that
when I meet the right person, it will just come naturally."
Coming from a hopeless romantic like me, I thought this was
adorable, but at the same time incredibly stupid. Caleb
didn't even watch porn. He had no premise of sex other than
that his penis enters the woman's vagina. I thoroughly
believe that if he didn't have sex until he was married,
his honeymoon would be less than spectacular, and what
if his wife leaves him because he's no good at it.
Whenever I brought this up to Caleb, he always shot it down.

It was such a shame, too, because Caleb was a good looking
boy. Average height, slender and slightly toned, with short,
puffy dirty blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. I had had
many fantasies involving Caleb, and it sucked that, not only
was he straight, he was prude.

"Caleb, sex is a healthy and natural part of life. If you're
cautious, nothing bad will really happen. You need to get some
experience, lest someone turn you down or leave you because of it."

"Nick, I'm not having sex until I'm married. You can't change
my mind about this."

Caleb just wouldn't break, so I decided to help him on my own.


Finals week was every college kid's worst nightmare. Caleb and
I were studying together for our English final in my room. My
roommate was at the library with his friend, so we had the room
to ourselves. Caleb poured himself over the novels we were reading,
skimming through every page until finally he wore himself out,
grunted, put the book on the desk and slumped down in his chair.
"I can't do this, Nick. I just can't do it. There's too many
words and I don't understand them and I'm going to fail this
final, Nick, and I can't fail, because I'll lose my scholarships
and get kicked out of the Honor's program and-" Caleb dropped
his head to the desk and sobbed. I put a comforting hand on his
shoulder and started rubbing his back.

"Relax, buddy. You're just stressed out. You're gonna do fine."
I listened to Caleb's breathing slowly return to normal, and he
sat up, smiled at me, and said, "Thanks, Nick." I rested my hand
on his leg. "No problem, dude." I shot him my warmest, sincerest
smile. "I think we should take a break," I told him.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Probably a good idea. I don't wanna stress
myself out too much."

"You look really tense," I said, standing up and getting behind
his chair. "Here, maybe this will help." My hands dug into his
shoulders and worked out the knots and tense muscles in his neck
and shoulders. Caleb let out a small moan. "Yeah, it kind of is.
Thanks, dude."

Caleb closed his eyes and dissolved into the massage. My pants
grew  tight as I touched Caleb, and I leaned down and blew on
his ear. He jolted. "What was that?"

"Uh," I panicked. "It's a massage technique. Yeah, it reduces
your stress levels and releases endorphins to give you a sense
of pleasure."

"Oh," he hesitated. "Okay."

He melted back into my arms as I worked down his sides, running
my fingers across his toned arms, slipping my hand into his, and
slowly planted a kiss on his neck. Caleb tried to reject, but he
couldn't seem to get the words out. He couldn't deny what I was
doing felt good, even though he didn't want it to. I ran my fingers
down his chest and slipped underneath his shirt, feeling his pecs
and his hard abs. But that didn't seem to be the only thing that
was hard.

Caleb's pants tented out in front of him, his dick stretching his
jeans, pressing for release. His breathing got sharp and heavy, as
my fingers swirled around his chest and made their way south. I
started unbuckling his belt, and Caleb let out the only word he
seemed to know how to pronounce, "No," he sighed. "St-st-stop."
But it was clear by his breathing that he didn't really want me
to stop, so I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down around
his ankles, revealing a huge bulge in his green boxers. I ran my
fingers along his underwear, making him shiver with anticipation.
Finally, I pushed his boxers down his legs, and his rock hard
manhood sprung to attention. It really was a shame that he was so
against having sex before marriage, because this little guy was
going to waste, sitting in his pants under lock and key, when it
could be out giving people the time of their lives.

Caleb exhaled sharply as I gripped his dick, slowly giving it a
pump or two before taking it into my mouth. He screamed with
ecstasy as my mouth encased his member, tongue dancing around
the shaft. Caleb's legs raised instinctively, and he gave little
thrusts into my mouth as I swallowed his cock.

"God, that feels...ahh..." Caleb moaned as he ran his fingers
through my hair, and threw his head back in pleasure. It wasn't
long before he...

"Agh!"

squirt into my mouth.

Well, 18 years of not doing anything to yourself, of course you're
not going to last long. I got down off my knees and licked the
excess cum off my lips. Caleb twisted and contorted in his chair
until his orgasm finally receded, his softening cock still oozing
and leaking cum and saliva. His breathing was harsh and jagged,
and his heart was beating so loudly I could hear it. Finally,
Caleb looked at me with a mixture of disgust, admiration, and
guilt, the he pulled up his pants and said, "Tell nobody about
this, and we can do it again."


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Hey guys! sorry it's been so long since my last upload! I've been
super busy with school and band-related things. I know this isn't
the next installment of "Drunk Enough" that I've been promising,
but at least it's something! When I get a chance I will work on that
one.

As always, if you enjoyed the story, feel free to send me an e-mail
at thegrantfinale123@gmail.com or tweet me @thegrantfinale. I enjoy
hearing from people who have read my stories. :)

Cheers!

~Aaron
thegrantfinale123@gmail.com
@thegrantfinale