Loading...I took a last look around the house. It looked okay; neat but lived-in. I glanced at the clock and thought that Andy should be here soon. I was surprised how nervous I felt.
My mom and sister had gone away for the weekend, leaving me alone to mind the house. I was going to have a small get-together with some friends–order some pizza and watch a few movies and listen to some music; drink some beer and smoke some weed–but then in the last few days one after another other things came up and they had to pull out. All except Andy.
“We’re still going to get together, right Chris?” he asked me. “I mean, unless you got something else to do? But if you’re going to sit at home alone, we might as well hang out, right?” I agreed.
But I was a little nervous, mostly because I didn’t know Andy that well. One of my closer friends had brought him along a few weeks ago, and he’d started hanging out with us now and again. I think he was new to the city, having just transferred universities. He seemed a bit different and more adventurous than my regular friends, which both interested and unsettled me. One time we were at Mike’s house, in the basement with his parents upstairs, and Andy had pulled out a porn tape from somewhere and popped it in the VCR. It only played for a minute or two before Mike noticed, freaked out, and almost kicked Andy out of the house. I hoped Andy wouldn’t rope me into anything too wild on this night.
To tell you a little bit about myself, name of Chris, I am in my early twenties, about six feet tall with a broad-shouldered body that is fit if not muscled. I have brown hair that’s a little shaggy and always looks in need of a haircut. On that evening I was wearing black jeans and a t-shirt with the logo of a rock’n’roll radio station. There’s a lot of other details to my biography, but I don’t think they’re relevant to this story, on this particular evening.
And just like I expected, the doorbell did soon ring. The setting sun beamed in through the windows, and soon I’d need to turn on some lights. I opened the door to find Andy waiting, surprisingly burdened-down with a knapsack on his back, and a big box of pizza in his hands.
“Hey dude! What’s up?” He said with a smile. “I was thinking, why wait to phone in the order and wait for the delivery guy, and blah-blah-blah? So, I just set up a pick-up from the place around the corner at the right time, and just dropped by there on my way here. I hope it’s cool?”
“Oh yeah, yeah!” I said. “C’mon in. Yeah, that’s cool, we can eat right away then, good thinking.” That really was a lot like Andy, from what I’d gotten to know of him. Always planning one step ahead, always looking for something a little less mundane. In the short time I’d known him his ideas had made for some evenings that otherwise wouldn’t have been nearly as fun. It was one of the reasons I thought it would be alright to spend an evening hanging out with him, even when, after the party was cancelled, I really just wanted to spend a quiet evening alone.
A bit about Andy: He was around my age, a little shorter and with a much more slim and lithe body type. He had straight blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders, and wide excitable eyes. I think it’s fair to say he was the adventurous ball of energy to my more reserved, thoughtful character. He wore slacks and a multi-coloured short-sleeve shirt that looked like it was from a thrift store.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, some plates and napkins, and we made our way down to the basement rec room. We both sat down on the big couch that was opposite the TV, put all our things on the coffee table in front of us, and chowed down on pizza. The first thing we had planned was catching a movie on TV, and by the time our feeding frenzy died down the movie was about to start.
It turned out to be a pretty good movie, a mostly forgotten sci-fi flick from the seventies on one of the cable channels. We mostly stayed quiet and watched, except for commercial breaks when we’d pass a stray comment to each other, or take a bathroom break, or go grab another couple of beers.
Feeling a little light-headed from the beer, I had to admit that my mind kept going back to the way Sigourney Weaver looked, especially in one scene where she strutted around in clothes that hugged and highlighted all her major-league curves. It’s the image that was in my mind as the credits rolled.
“Pretty good movie, huh?” Andy asked, getting out of his slouching position and stretching.
“Uh, oh yeah,” I said “That zero-gravity scene? That looked so cool.”
“What about her eyes, man? Especially when she’s shouting at those other officers? Fuck, if she didn’t want to eat ’em up instead of yell at them. Fuck if she didn’t give me a major chubby with those eyes.”
I laughed out loud, because he didn’t even have to say what part he was talking about, because my thoughts were exactly the same. I laughed a little too loud, felt self-conscious and covered up my mouth and looked away. “Um, yeah,” I said. “Definitely.”
I guess Andy saw I was feeling a little weird talking about this, because he changed the subject right away. I’m really not so sure why I get so shy and quiet and nervous when the conversation turns to sex–I certainly think about it a ton–but it was nice of Andy not to tease, as sometimes happens.
“Since you’ve been so nice as to share your beers,” he said, “this seems for a good time to smoke a joint. That cool?” he asked, and reached into his knapsack.
“Cool,” I said, and grabbed one of the left-over slices of pizza to munch on while he rolled up a joint.
He pulled out a pretty big bag of weed, and I didn’t say anything until he poured it all out onto a part of the coffee table he’d cleared. “Geez, we’re not going to smoke all that, are we?”
He looked at me and grinned, “Why not? Don’t worry, it’s my treat.”
“Well…” I hesitated, and thought it over while taking another bite of pizza, “let’s split it up then, some now, some later?”
“Pace yourself!” Andy called out, jokingly. “That’s what I call a plan! That’s why I like you, man, you’re not afraid to have a good time.”
“Me?” I asked, with a tone of doubt. “I’m not exactly Mr. Excitement. I mean, we haven’t known each other that long, but you must have figured that out, at least.”
“Naw, naw, naw,” he protested. “You like to have fun on your own terms. You know what you like and what you don’t like, and you’re not afraid to go your own way to satisfy yourself. Like, I know you could sometimes go to a club, or a bar, but instead you stay home and read, or make time to take a walk in the woods, right?”
“Uh, yeah…”
“Well, you might think that’s un-cool, I would even guess that sometimes it’s what you tell yourself, but it’s actually very cool. You know what makes you happy and what doesn’t make you happy, and you follow it. Most of those people doing the ‘cool’ thing, so it’ll look good to others? They’re totally miserable fucks. Totally miserable inside.”
“Hmmm…”
“I’m telling you, man,” Andy said, “It’s something that’s really…attractive.”
He occupied himself with rolling the joint, and let the word hang out there. For a few minutes I thought he was going to correct himself, somehow amend the statement, say he used the wrong word. But he was entirely content to be quiet. I wondered if he even said what I heard him say.
The house was dark now, as we moved up the stairs and through the rooms, stepping through the sliding door to the backyard porch. A few stars sparkled in the evening sky, and the moon hung nearly full, beautifully bone-white. We didn’t share many words, just passed the skunky-smelling joint back-and-forth, watching the cherry-red tip burn in the darkness. The backyard was screened well from the neighbours, and nobody else seemed to be out, so it was a very low-stress environment. Just chilling out surrounded by the warmth of the night, the crickets singing somewhere off in the distance, the stars high above. And my new friend Andy beside me, who I was feeling closer to every moment.
The buzz really hit me as soon as we stepped inside the house. It was all I could do to keep my balance while grabbing another beer and a big plastic cup of water. Hands full, it took me forever to negotiate my way down the basement stairs without falling, and I know if anyone had videotaped me cautiously taking each step while stoned out of my gourd, it would have been a laugh riot.
When I finally dropped back into the sofa, it was like sitting in the throne of the king of the universe. The pleasant buzz coursed through my bones and along the surface of my skin, the soft couch cushioned my body, and liquids and munchies were within reach, while the large TV-screen provided all the entertainment I needed. Until he spoke, I’d forgotten Andy was in my home.
“Hey man,” he said, reaching into his bag again. “I got a special surprise for you, that’s fucking scorching hot. I hope it’s cool with you.” He leaned down in front of the VCR & DVD players, and pressed some buttons.
Up until that time, I have to admit that my pornography consumption was pretty pathetic. Of course I was eager, but the most I saw were late-night cable movies where topless couples did a grind to a cheesy saxophone soundtrack, or poor-definition pictures on the computer that were just teases for paysites I couldn’t get into. None of it really prepared me for the porn that Andy showed me.
I think there’s milestones in everyone’s erotic life. We might not think about them a lot, we might not even recognize them, but they must be the moments that imprint and deepen what is the primary obsession of humanity. The first ones may be an odd stirring inside when you’re just hitting that threshold, and you see a picture of a voluptuous female. Another time, when people are removing clothes or changing, instead of not minding or turning away, you feel a keen curiosity to look closer. The first time you masturbate, when you’re not even sure why, and you’re not sure you’ll ever do it again, but you do. Again and again and again.
Then waking up on a spring morning and seeing everyone displaying more flesh and more life and just thinking about fucking and fucking and fucking all day. As a guy, I know that at some point seeing a woman’s big round ass sparked something primal in me that has never died, that has since always been lurking near the surface, ready to take control. And when I see high school students in uniforms, all I can think back to is my days wearing a uniform, my cock getting hard all through the day, needing to push it down just to be able to walk, hopefully nobody noticing. I’m sure some did. Probably a lot did. Sometimes I’d stroke it in the washroom. And I’d just be dying until I could get home and lock myself in the washroom and take my cock out and jack off, sweating while revelling in every sexual thought I could generate.
Something like that, another level of sexual obsession, came to life in me when Andy’s porn movie started. He’d done his research, this was super-quality hardcore. The women looked more beautiful than I could have hoped for, and acted like they lived to fuck. The guys looked like models themselves, and were without exception well-hung with thick cocks that were hard from the start. Sexuality burned off the screen before they even did anything. And oh, the things they did. Multiple hard cocks came at every woman, the guys mad to get off as nastily as they could. Oral, vaginal, anal…lots and lots of anal. Girls touched each other and swapped cum, and violated each other with big neon-coloured toys. And the guys were mostly concerned with fucking the girls but they certainly didn’t mind putting an arm around each other, or rubbing their hard cocks together, or even in one scene jacking each other off a bit. And it was all in crystal-clear video, with a pumping techno soundtrack, and camerawork and edits that were a pervert’s dream. I was hooked, trapped, captivated.
“Uh,” Andy started, “My pants are…getting a little tight and uncomfortable, if you know what I mean. Do you mind if I loosen them a bit?”
“No,” I replied. “Go ahead.” I heard some unbuckling and the zip of a zipper, but didn’t look over.
“Aren’t your pants getting uncomfortable?” Andy asked “Fuck, you’ve got those tight jeans, I bet your cock’s bursting to get out. Isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Well, don’t mind me, go ahead. Look at me, I feel sooo much better now.”
I did look over at him. His pants and underwear were down to his knees. The only light was from the TV screen, but I could see his cock standing straight at attention. He stroked it idly with the fingertips of one hand.
I unbuttoned my jeans. My inflamed cockhead was pushing past the waistband of my briefs. I tried to readjust them, but my entire cock wouldn’t fit in any way but extremely awkwardly. Eventually I pulled my briefs down past my balls and tried to pull my t-shirt over my cock.
I looked over at Andy; I swore he was looking at me before twitching his head back toward the screen. He stroked his cock slowly but firmly.
“Hey Chris,” he said, after some time, “Do you ever…um, do anything differently when you jack off? I mean, to get off better? To get off hard?”
Yes, at this point I was jacking off too. We were two guys alone in the house, jacking off to porn. It may not have been my idea ahead of time, but it felt fantastic at the moment. Sexuality filled the room.
“Uh…sometimes I masturbate with the other hand,” I said. “It feels a bit different…”
“Yeah, that’s good sometimes…you know what else is good?” Andy looked right at me, stroking his cock. It looked so big in his hand, and precum was bubbling out and running down the side. “Can I thank you for this evening?…There’s something I want to do…I want to say thanks…feel good…they say a mouth is a mouth…Don’t you want to get off?…It’s a boy-to-boy thing…A little like horseplay, release some tension…Get off good…A mouth is a mouth…You’re so sweet…”
You just have to believe that I was confused. I honestly couldn’t understand what he was saying; the audio on the TV was loud, and he was mumbling a little, and we were both pretty high.
Still, I nodded.
“Take your hand off your cock,” he said.
I did.
He leaned over, his hot lips and mouth touched my cock, and my eyes squeezed shut. He flicked my cockhead with his tongue a few times, and then sucked my cock into his mouth. I groaned and rolled my hips up, pushing my cock deeper into Andy’s mouth.
I was stunned, but shivered in pleasure: “Oh, wow wow wow wowowowowow…”
I opened my eyes. Andy had knelt between my thighs, working his head up and down my cock so that his hair fell in front of his eyes. His hand massaged my ball sack. With the state I was in, I couldn’t take it much longer; I reached out a hand and put it on top of his head, encouraging his homosexual fellatio.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon!” I growled.
Andy lifted his mouth off my cock for the first time. Strings of saliva hung from his lips down to my cock, and his bottom lip bumped my cock as he spoke. “Is that good Chris? Am I doing alright?”
“Fuck, that feels so good, yeah! It’s just that I’m so horny I’m gonna cum quick. I haven’t jacked off all day.”
“Ooooh,” he cooed. “I love to do a good job. I love your cock in my mouth Chris, your cock twitching in my mouth. I love the way it tastes. Please tell me it’s not the last time I’m sucking your cock, or I’ll never let you cum.”
“I-I-It’s not the last time,” I snarled. I didn’t want talk, I wanted to get off, I wanted to stick my cock in his sweet mouth again. “You can suck me off whenever you want. Whenever I’m hard.”
Andy dove back into his work. A tingling began in my balls.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot!!”
I kicked my heels back against the couch, pressed Andy’s head down on my cock, and pushed my cock deeper into his mouth. He slobbered and choked, but kept working it.
I orgasmed, my cock twitching and shooting hot cum into the willing wet heat of his mouth. He was sucking it down, swallowing it up, coaxing out more by running his tongue along my cock.
It felt like I’d emptied my balls. I leaned back and closed my eyes, my hands fell to my sides. My breathing was heavy, and tingles of pleasure travelled all through my body. Silently, Andy began cleaning up my groin, softly licking up the scattered semen and saliva; off my softening cock, my balls, my thighs.
“Fucking great,” I sighed. “Fucking great, unbelievable. A little homosexual, I guess.” That’s what it was: homo, gay. Why did just the idea of it turn me on so much? “Boy-on-boy action…yeah…”
Andy leaned back on his heels, brushed the hair out of eyes, and grinned at me. His hand went down to stroke his still-hard cock.
“That’s was okay, huh?” he asked.
I opened my eyes and a grin beamed from my face. “That felt amazing, I needed that…”
I wave of concern across Andy’s face. “I’m…I’m not gay you know. I and I don’t think you are either, right?”
“Oh, no.”
“But,” he continued, “there’s nothing wrong with getting off, right? Just some sport-fucking? I’m not going to start liking Liza Minnelli or figure skating just because I like to get off with a friend, right?” We both laughed.
“Sport-fucking,” I said, “I like the sound of that. Two guys letting off a little pressure.”
“Yeah, I’m sure a lot of guys do it…or wish the could.” His smile totally disarmed me. “Hey, can I take off my clothes? I’m kinda hot.”
“Sure, sure,” I said, and got up and did so myself. In a minute we were both completely naked. I sat back down on the couch, but Andy sat back down on the floor, a little ways away from me. He stroked his cock, at times closing his eyes and biting his lip in pleasure.
“Do you like watching me jack off?” he asked. Indeed, though there was still action on the TV, I was entirely looking at him.
I reached out a foot, and rubbed it between his spread legs, along his scrotum and the base of his cock. Andy pulled his hand away from his cock and let me stroke it with my foot.
Soon, he was like a little kitten–my little sex kitten. Lying on his back at my feet, he let me use one foot to rub up and down his cock, pressing his erection against his smooth stomach. I moved my other foot to his mouth; without resistance, he began sucking my toes eagerly.
“Yeah, you’re a little submissive, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Mrrrrrmph,” he purred around my toes, nodding.
“You’re a little submissive, huh?” I was breathing more heavily, my cock was hardening; turning Andy on was turning me on. “That’s okay if you’re a little submissive, I’m a little dominant, I think. I can take the upper hand, if I have to. …I can lead the way…”
I pulled my feet away and stood up, astride Andy’s body. I knew I was pushing it further, but I was trembling with animal sexuality. I moved downward, my face over his crotch, my crotch over his face.
“I’m gonna jack you off,” I said, “Lick my ass a little.” And then I stuck my ass right in his face. There was a pause where I didn’t know how he’d react, and then he attacked my ass with such desire I saw stars in my eyes and forgot about anything else. He stuffed his face in my asscrack, licking, sucking, and kissing my asshole. His hands spread my asscheeks and his hot tongue licked, teased, and probed my asshole. Every time he licked my crack from one end to the other shivers ran up my spine.
I reached out for his cock and stroked it with my hand. It felt so great, having another hard, throbbing cock in my hand. Just as good as jacking off my own, but somehow different. I reached around and ran my finger down his asscrack, gently placing my finger at his hot rosebud. It turned me on so much to do the things that I knew would feel so great on me. Andy groaned, I brought my head down and flicked his smooth purple cockhead, tasting the pre-cum and the sweat and the unique taste of cock cock cock.
His first cumshot hit me on the outside of the cheek; sticky and wet and feeling burning-hot on my skin. I took his cockhead into my mouth and pressed down on his hips with my hands so he wouldn’t overwhelm me. Andy’s cock pumped cum in my mouth like the sweetest explosion of liquid-filled candy. I savoured his hot cream and sucked it all down my throat. When he was done shooting he groaned and panted, I felt his hot breath on my ass. I took his softening cock in my hand and pushed open the pee-hole with my tongue, touching him gently where I knew I could give him the softest loving pleasure.
I rolled off, and for a long while we lay there recovering, staring at the ceiling. I don’t know how long later, Andy crawled over and kissed my belly button, and then lay his head on my lower stomach, just above my cock, facing me. I reached down with a hand and idly stroked his hair.
He sighed. “It’s good to touch, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
He reached up with a hand and idly traced around one of my nipples. “I mean,” he continued, “Everybody’s trying to be tougher than everyone, more clever than everyone, take advantage of everyone…it’s so good to just open yourself up, have the confidence to be vulnerable…even just a good hug.”
He slipped up my body and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. I hugged him back, my arms resting on the smooth skin of his back. Our semi-hard cocks were pressed together, feeling each other’s body heat.
*****
Late in the evening we stood on the back porch smoking another joint. I was in my briefs, and Andy was entirely naked because that’s how I wanted him.
I exhaled a large cloud of marijuana smoke. “Turn around,” I said. He did. “You’ve got a nice bubble-butt, you know that? Bend over and spread those cheeks.”
He did so. I saw the rosebud of his ass, and his cock hanging between his legs.
“Here, take the joint…oh, no stay bent over,” I instructed. “You better smoke a lot of that good shit, you know why?” I spread his ass with my hands and flicked my tongue against his rosebud, which twitched in response. “Because I’m going to fuck your candy-apple ass.”
“Ooooh!” He exclaimed in surprise, and wiggled his butt back into my face.
I ate his ass up-and-down. I kissed and licked his wrinkled asshole, pushing inward with the tip of my tongue. I was getting very turned on, knowing I would soon by fucking my friend up the ass. “I’m gonna sodomize your ass, boy. I’m gonna fuck your cute ass. You like that? Some stud-on-stud anal sex? I’m gonna lay my hard cock right up your fag ass.”
“Oh yes, Chris, I love your cock! I want it in me! Just be gentle…gentle, please, and my ass is yours.”
We walked inside hand-in-hand, his head leaning on my shoulder. His fingers idly traced the inside of my palm.
We went to my bedroom. I had some sexual lubricant stashed there. A while ago I had just started dating this girl, and I had this crazy idea I would get a crack at her ass. Well, we split without me even copping a good feel, and I felt pretty stupid about the whole thing. But it would come in handy now.
I told him, “Face down, ass up on the bed, like the slut you are.” He took the position, waving his bubble-butt side-to-side, impatient for more fucking.
A few hours ago, I remembered, we were just watching a movie on TV. And now, I was sticking a lube-slicked finger up my friend’s ass. My finger looked so hot, pressing between the cheeks of a man’s ass, moving into his hot, tight hole. Andy moaned and rolled his hips, giving me the perfect angle to open up his ass. My mouth drooled to see how he was presenting his most vulnerable place to me, trusting that I would be gentle and caring even as I violated him. I added another finger and opened him up further.
“Is this what you want?” I asked. “To get fucked in my bedroom, the room where I’m always jacking off? So I won’t be able to jack off without thinking of you and tonight?”
“Oh! Oh yes!”
“Anything else you want?”
“I…I-I-I…I want you to tie me up.” I was a little surprised and slowed down the pumping of my fingers. We were quiet, and then Andy continued, “I want to be taken by you, totally. Tied up and taken. Totally in your hands.”
I was silent a moment, thinking it over. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and said simply, “Stand up.” I could see Andy was nervous he had said the wrong thing.
His hard and thick cock was standing at attention. I put my hand around it and pulled a little, leading him along with me to the centre of the room, leading him by his cock. It was such a hot sight, Andy with his heavy-lidded eyes and moist lips, only caring about where his hard cock could go and still be in my grip, going along with what would keep the pleasant sensations pulsing through his cock and his body. He was so far gone; we both were.
As we stood there, and I idly stroked his cock, he reached out to stroke mine. We moved closer together, putting our free hands around the other’s waist, resting our heads on each other’s shoulders, our chests pressed together and our hot breath on each other’s skin.
I planted a trail of kisses down Andy’s neck and along his shoulders. “I’m going to tie you up.”
“Oh yes!” Andy breathed hotly in my ear. I moved my hand from his waist to his ass and lightly fondled it.
“You’re going to be my little fucktoy, my little bitch-slut. I’ll make you mine.”
“Oh! Oh, oh yes!”
I took his head in my hands and breathed in the scent of his long blonde hair. “All right,” I said, “let’s fuck!”
The main desk chair wasn’t going to be good for anything, but one of the spare ones by the wall would be perfect. I placed it at the centre of my bedroom. It was a simple wood chair with cloth on the seat, back, and armrests. The backrest only started about a half a foot above the seat.
I guided Andy into the chair with his chest against the backrest, putting his legs between the front and back supports of the armrests. I got a few of my neckties and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Then I tied his hands together at the wrists, behind his back. He submitted willingly to my every instruction. Finally I took a spare electric extension cord and wrapped it around his torso and the back of the chair a few times, pressing his chest to it. I made sure he was still free enough to move his hips so that he could either hang his ass off the edge, or move forward and stick his cock out the opening in the back. I didn’t fool myself that he was secured against all escape, but it was good enough for our little game.
I pressed him forward until his abdomen was against the backrest, and knelt down in front of him. His cock was big and thick in front of my face, it twitched with his heartbeat and drooled pre-cum out of its pee-hole. Above me, Andy gasped in anticipation.
I leaned forward and took a little bit of his cock between my lips; just the cockhead. I sucked down, and swirled my tongue along the smooth surface, tasting his pre-cum and sweat.
I imagined I was a girl-slut, and did what I would have wanted the sluttiest girl to do. I drooled all over Andy’s cock, and pumped my mouth noisily up-and-down his cock. I took it out of my mouth and rubbed his hot wet cock all over my face. I licked and sucked his balls. I sucked him hard and fast, and then slow and loving.
I pulled my mouth off and looked up at him. His eyes were wide, his mouth open. I opened my mouth under his.
“Spit,” I said, and opened my mouth again. Finally, he got the idea, and my bound-up boyslut let a big wet drooly ball of spit drop from his mouth to mine. I kept it in my mouth, and sucked his cock again, coating it all with a heavy glaze of spit, feeling its hot throbbing girth fill up my mouth and ram the back of my throat.
I pulled off again. “Enough for now, slut,” I said, and stood up. “Move your ass back for me.” Andy did what I told him to do, hanging his ass off the edge.
I stood behind him, stroking lube onto my cock with one hand. I slapped his ass with the other hand: -spank!- “I’m gonna fuck that cute boy-ass of yours.” -spank!-spank!- “You make me want to fuck a man. I’m so horny I’m gonna fuck you up the ass, you understand?” -spank!-spank!-spank!-
“Oh yes!” He sighed, straining at his restraints. “Oh-oh!”
“You’re trapped in my bedroom and I’m so horny I’m going to turn you into my little boy-fucktoy.”
I placed the head of my cock against the warmth of his ass-pucker. I began to press in, applying constant pressure. Andy’s ass took me in and surrounded my cock with flesh that was like the perfect hot velvet grip.
We both cried out in ecstasy. I pressed in and in. Then moved in-and-out, in-and-out, probing a little deeper each time. Pushing. Crouched in behind, my hands on his hips, fucking. Andy just squirmed and moaned, biting down on the back of the chair.
I looked down and watched my cock move in and out of Andy’s ass, watched how the tumescent girth pressed into the fleshy ring and got a little narrower, fighting to press in, and then the way Andy’s ass needingly gripped my cock as I slid it out, only to push back in again. I wasn’t pounding him, but we’d quickly built up a good rhythm. Droplets of sweat ran down Andy’s back. I licked them up.
I felt the cum rising in my balls. I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I pulled out. I knelt down and took some deep breaths. I looked at Andy’s ass, his asshole momentarily gaping open.
“Ooooh!” Andy moaned. It was a needful cry.
Seconds later I pressed myself back in and started assfucking him again. He cried out on every stroke into him, “Yes! – Yes! – Yes!”
“Oh, you fucking like it, huh?” I huffed.
“Mmmm….big hot cock in my ass…ungh…getting fucked….yeah!”
“Ungh, your ass is so sweet around my fucking cock. So, I guess I’m just one of those…huh…straight guys that doesn’t mind fucking a guy, and you’re…mmm…one of those straight guys that doesn’t mind a big dick up his ass?” I took a few hard, pounding strokes into his ass, balls-deep, to emphasize my point.
“Getting dick in my mouth, and dick in my ass, yeah! Fuck, you’re driving me wild, Chris! I’ll have sex with you anytime…ungh…all the time…ooh…whenever you fucking want it! I’ll give you my ass, I’ll suck your beautiful cock!”
“Ungh,” I grunted, and pulled out. Sucking cock. It gave me an idea. I walked over in front of Andy, my cock waving in front of his face. I pulled at my own hair with one hand, and tweaked my nipple with the other. “Show me how much you love it.”
Andy sucked down on me in one motion, taking the cock that had been up his ass, sucking it deep into his mouth. I placed one hand on the back of his head, and soon he was drooling on it, sucking it down. I held his head in place with both hands and pumped my hips, skull-fucking him, his lips and mouth and throat just a wet warm socket for my cock.
I pulled out and went back to his ass to fuck him there again. The room, I’m sure the entire house, was filled with our sighs and grunts and groans. I knew a lot of girls fantasized about two guys going at it, and I thought how many of them would love to see us now. A little fanciful part of my brain imagined they were hiding in the dark corners, rubbing their pussies as they watched us go at it for them. Andy tied to a chair in the centre of my bedroom, a trapped sweet young thing. And me, using him and tormenting him, doing what I could to satisfy my overflowing desires. Two hetro boys that had found in each other someone they could trust with some of their vulnerability, someone they could express their desires with, another male they could have twisted, debauched homosexual sex with without needing to make a public declaration, or a political stand, or to give up loving sports, muscle cars, and lusting after girls of all shapes, sizes, and colours.
That was the real deal with me and Andy, we were lucky enough to find in each other someone that knew that sex and lust and kinky pleasure are a big deal, but putting up barriers or passing judgements isn’t.
As I was fucking his ass, I’d zoned out into some sort of timeless space of perfect pleasure. I came back into the moment, and felt that cum rising in my balls again. This time I wouldn’t stop.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I said simply, took a few strokes, and then buried my cock deep and felt it explode. Deep in his ass, it twitched, spurted, pulsed, shooting cum deep into Andy, deep into the hole I’d opened up, I felt the hot jizz fill his ass and get pushed back around my cock. My eyes were clenched shut and I saw sparkling, pure-white stars that contained every colour.
Andy just whimpered. He was playing the girl, completely. My friend, the guy playing the girl, with his ass filled up with my hot cum.
I think I gathered my wits quicker than he did. I slipped my softening cock out of him, and crawled out in front, moving his hips forward a bit. It didn’t take thirty seconds after I started sucking his cock for him to cum in my mouth. It was a big, heavy load, strings of hot, sticky, slimy cum kept shooting against the roof of my mouth, sliding down to form a big pool of love juice around my tongue.
When he finished I stood up over him. “Opwen,” I said awkwardly, and then put him into position with my hands, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it back, the other pushing my fingers past his teeth and opening his mouth wide.
About a foot over him, I let that big hot sticky slimy nasty ball of his cum slip out past my lips and dribble in goops and globs into Andy’s waiting, submissive mouth. His eyes opened wide, but he didn’t fight it at all. Not at all. It was so sweet to hear his gulps, to watch his neck work as he swallowed it all down.
“Did you eat it all up, you fucking bitch?” I still held his head by his hair, and I didn’t know why, but I was still fired up, still angry and aggressive and lustful.
“Yes.”
“Suck my tongue.” I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and brought it to his lips. I gave him about ten seconds, pulled back, and smacked my palm hard across his cheek.
“NO! What kind of wimpish sucking is that. Are you my bitch or not?”
He looked down at the floor, “Y-yes…”
“Well, fucking suck my tongue then. I don’t need a little wimp. Suck it like a bit-titted, big-assed nympho slut, or else why the fuck do I even have you around?”
He sucked much better this time. It turned into a very very long, very hot, very intimate boy-on-boy kiss. I still remember his saliva-slick lips mashing with mine.
Later that evening we were lying on my bed, naked. I was going to pull up the covers over us, but we still needed to cool down a little first. I lay on my back and Andy lay beside me, his head on my chest, one arm around me, and a leg over me as well. I had one hand down at his back, caressing his ass, and the other lightly traced patterns around one of his nipples.
“Just remember,” I said softly, “I’m gonna want to feel your hot hard cock fill up my ass too.”
Andy looked up at me, as wide-eyed as possible considering how exhausted he was. “Not tonight?!”
I chuckled, “No, not tonight. But soon.”
“But I’ll still be your bitch, right Chris?”
“You’ll still be my bitch. My sweet, secret bitch. I want to feel your beautiful cock up my ass. But you’ll still be my bitch.”
“Oh, yes. But not tonight.”
“No,” I said, “Not tonight. I think even us two have had enough sex for one day. Now, tomorrow morning, on the other hand…”