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A Taste of Back Passage Pleasure
Hey there. My name is Sam and I seem to have found myself naked on my best friend's bed, moaning like a street whore, with his stiff cock up my ass. Let me explain myself.
As I said, my name is Sam. I'm 22 and currently am a university student. Some might say that I love having my ass played with too much for a straight guy. Yup, I consider myself straight. I've only been with chicks in the past and I had never thought about a guy in THAT way before. A few years ago, my girlfriend at the time had introduced me into having my ass hole played with. She would finger me while she sucked me off. I always blew the biggest loads when she did that. However, she turned out to be a bit crazy so I ended things with her. Unfortunately, none of the other girls that I've hooked up with since have been open to the idea of sticking their finger up my butt. They were all a bit squeamish when it came to that area of my body. I must admit, I probably don't clean back there as well as I could. But hey, what guy has time to scrub back there? So my ass hasn't been played with for about a few years, which sucks balls.
You might ask why haven't I tried fingering my own ass. Well that answer is simple: I'm not a fag. I don't want to touch a butt hole. I guess that makes me a hypocrite, expecting the girls to get me off by shoving a finger up my ass yet I'm not willing to do it to myself. But that's what girls are for – making me feel good.
Anyway, the story on how I got back to getting my butt played with began with latest female conquest. I had met her at a party someone was throwing a few blocks from where I shared a house with my flatmate. She had a great set of tits, but was as bright as a potato. Couldn't have a decent conversation with her. She didn't know what the phrase `current events' meant. But anyway, I got her back to my place and had her naked before she could say "six o'clock news". I whipped my hardening cock out and had her suck the great piece of meat until I was about ready to cum. "Baby, finger my ass. Come on," I had asked her. While she didn't have half a brain cell to spare, she had been set on not having to touch a butt hole. As soon as I had mentioned it, she got all grossed out and annoyed at me, packed up and left. Stupid ho. I tucked my hard cock back into my jeans and left my room. I grabbed a few beers out of the fridge and planted myself in front of the TV. At that point in the night, I had already had a few drinks at the party so I was starting to feel quite a buzz from these extra ones I were having at home. About an hour after the bitch had left my flatmate, and best friend, Joey came home. Joey and I go way back. We met in high school and had decided to go to the same university together so we could continue to hang out heaps. It was awesome. He's a pretty fit dude, even though he's a bit of a book worm too. He works out at the gym as much as I do. He's got brains and looks – an all-round good guy.
He had just came back from work. He does the late shift at the local coffee shop. He looked a bit shattered as Friday night were always really busy. He grabbed a beer for himself out of the fridge and plonked himself next to me on the couch. I grunted a response when he greeted me. He asked me how the party was and I told him that it was pretty good, especially the point where I had the naked chick slobbering on my cock. Joey nodded in approval. Then I told him that it went downhill from there and that she left pretty abruptly. Joey asked what had happened, but I was a bit reluctant to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to think I was a fag for wanting to get my ass played with. However, the beers were doing their bit in ruining my self-preservation.
"Eh it was stupid. I asked her to put her finger in my fucking ass while she sucked me and she blew her fucking top and left," I said. I shrugged and took a sip of my beer pretending that it didn't mean anything. I continued to watch the TV, but from the corner of my eye I could see Joey straighten up in his seat as if startled.
There was a small moment of silence before he responded. "Wow, that was stink of her." He took a sip from his can and looked thoughtful for a bit. "So," he started, "You like getting your ass tickled?"
I turned to look at Joey and saw a shit-eating grin on his face. I nudged him with my shoulder and we both cracked up laughing.
I shrugged again. "I dunno. An old girlfriend that I went out with years ago used to finger me while she blew me. I would cum fucking buckets in her mouth. No bitch has been willing to touch my ass since her. It sucks. Nothing quite compares." I tried to keep my voice even as if having a straight guy confess that he liked to be fingered was a normal thing. I continued to stare at the TV, a bit afraid of seeing judgement that might have appeared on Joey's face. Once again the room fell into silence. The TV was broadcasting a rugby game, which I was half paying attention to.
"You ever tried fingering yourself?" Joey asked.
I returned my eyes to him and furrowed my brow. "Nah, that's nasty, man. I would never touch my shit hole." Joey shrugged his response and returned to attention to the TV. Even though this conversation was freaking me out, I wanted it to continue. "That's pretty dumb of me, aye? I want girls to finger me, but I can't even do it myself?" I forced out a chuckle. Joey glanced at me with a grin before turning back to the TV.
"Well I guess it's sort of isn't really a very lady-like place to be, right? A dirty ass, I mean" he responded without looking at me. "All them gay dudes are really into that. I guess it takes a guy to do that to another guy."
With my eyes still on the TV as well, I gently nodded as I thought of the idea of having a guy finger me instead. "Yeah," I agreed.
This conversation was starting to have another effect on me. The fact that Joey was accepting that I liked having my ass played with was really turning me on for some reason. My cock had been half hard the whole time since the girl from the party left. I pushed the palm of my hand against my cock through my jeans and I felt it jerk. From the corner of my eye, I saw Joey take a glance at my crotch.
"Fuck, I'm still really horny. I was so pissed that she left that I didn't even bother to rub a load out afterwards," I admitted. My cock had hardened fully and you could see the plain outline of it through my jeans. I'm sure Joey definitely noticed. I took another swig of liquid courage, turned to him and gave him a big grin. His eyes snapped up from my crotch to my face and he chuckled sheepishly at being caught. I turned back to the TV and pretending to feign preoccupancy with the TV, I slowly rubbed my bulge. "Man, I could really do with a guy who would offer their finger to me right now." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the back of the couch. The friction against my cock was starting to feel real good and the beer was starting to make me feel drowsy and very relaxed.
I stayed like that for a minute, gently rubbing my cock through my pants, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Suddenly, I heard Joey take a deep breath and exhaled.
"Hey, man. If you really need to get off I don't mind helping you," he said. His voice had a slight tremor in it, but I could tell he tried really hard to keep it steady.
I opened my eyes and looked at him in surprise. "Really? You'd do that for me?"
With a sheepish expression on his face, he nodded. "I mean, we're both guys. I know how hairy and gross our ass can get. I'm not some pussy female who's scared of going near your butt. Plus, it's just two bros helping each other out." Joey had to refocus his attention on the TV as a blush began to form on his face. It sounded less gay in his head.
Still surprised, I smiled at Joey and held out a fist for him to tap. "You're a true bro, Joey." He formed a fist with his own hand and tapped mine. I quickly stood up and started making my way to his room. "Now let's get going. My balls are starting to ache from the blueness," and I let out a snicker.
Joey followed me into his room. "Hey, don't you wanna do this in yours?"
I shook my head. "I don't wanna get ass juices all over my bed, man." He chuckled at that and shook his head at me.
"Well then. Get on with it. Off come the pants," he egged on.
I took a deep breath and undid the button of my jeans. In one move, I pushed down my pants and underwear down to the floor and stepped out of them. My hard cock sprang out and jutted from my groin. My balls hung low and were ready for a massage. In another sweep, I chucked my t-shirt off. We had never really been shy about getting naked in front of each other. We saw each other plenty naked when we showered at the gym. However, he had never seen me hard before, and he certainly had never watched me get off. That was all about to change.
I laid down on Joey's bed and rested one hand behind my head. My other hand went straight for my cock and began stroking it. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't gay at all. We were two straight bros just helping each other out – well, he was helping me out. I sure wasn't going to go anywhere near his ass.
Joey stood there and just stared at my naked body. When I noticed that he hadn't moved yet, I whistled at him as if I were calling a dog. He laughed and slowly made his way to his bed.
"Jerk," he muttered. He climbed onto his bed and settled himself between my legs, which I had spread wide. "So, how do you want to do this?" he asked.
I shrugged and continued to stroke my cock. "I guess you should lube up one of them big ol' fingers of yours and get busy," I teased.
Joey grabbed a bottle of lube that he kept in his bedside drawer and applied a generous amount to his finger. "Wow, this doesn't feel gay at all," he commented sarcastically.
I smirked at him. "Hey, I'm not the one about to stick my finger up some guy's shit hole."
He gave the head of my cock a sharp flick, which caused me to yelp. "Yeah, and I'm not the guy who's about to get off by having a guy finger fuck him," he shot back. When his fingers were sufficiently lubed up, he nudged my legs wider apart with his knees. "Open up, bitch," he japed.
I closed my eyes and tried really hard to imagine that some hot bimbo was about to finger me. The girl from earlier that evening came into my head and my cock got harder than ever. I felt the touch of warm skin make contact with the entrance of my hole and my entire body shuddered.
"Fuck," I heard Joey mutter. I kept my eyes firmly shut and continued to imagine that a girl was invading my most vulnerable space. I felt the rest of Joey's finger slide in until his other fingers had hit my butt cheeks. I clenched down on the finger as Joey wriggled it around inside of me. "Damn, it's so warm and tight in here."
My whole body shuddered again. Joey's low, masculine voice certainly did not help me with my fantasies. His wriggling finger were setting off a whole range of feelings inside my ass, which travelled through my groin and up my cock. My anus quivered and itched to be stretched further. I had let go of my cock and grip the sheets of Joey's bed. I didn't want to cum. I wanted this to last. It could be a very long time until I get my ass played with again. My cock throbbed and was heavily leaking clear pre-cum. I still had my eyes closed, but the image of the busty bimbo from earlier had long cleared from my mind.
"Hey, buddy," I spoke through clenched teeth. "If it's no difference to you, mind shoving another finger up there?" I didn't care what he thought of it. My ass needed to be stretched further.
Without saying another word, I felt Joey insert another finger into my ass, which my hole accommodated quite easily. A groan escaped my mouth as waves of a long lost pleasure once again washed over my sexual being. Joey dutifully thrusted his fingers in and out of my hole with a steady rhythm.
Over my moan and groans, I heard Joey pant, "I don't mean to sound like a fag, Sam, but would you mind if I whipped my cock out. Your tight pussy is making me damn hard."
I didn't care that he had referred to my ass as a `pussy'. He was making my ass feel like a champ so he could do whatever the hell he wanted. "Sure, go ahead," I responded between pants. I still had fists of bed sheets in my hands and my hard cock continued to jerk and throb. Joey pulled his fingers out momentary to undo his pants. I let out a whorish moan as I felt his fingers vacate my hole. Now I felt empty. I heard the rattle of his belt and the unzipping of his pants. Seconds later, I felt two fingers slam right back into me and I arch my back as jolts of pleasure racked my body.
"Holy fucking hell," I screamed out. "You're a fucking legend, buddy." My ass continued to quiver and squeeze around my best friend's fingers.
I looked up and found Joey looking into my eyes as he expertly fingered my slicked-up ass with one hand and stroked his uncut cock with the other. For the first time in my life, I saw a spark of something in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was something akin to intense, animalistic lust - a look at that screamed pure testosterone and masculinity. I looked down at the hand that was working over his cock and I couldn't pry my eyes away from the thick piece of meat that he had grasped in his hand. The cock head was fat and red, fully engorged. His foreskin moved back and forth over the head, glistening with his natural lubricant. Something deep inside me screamed for him to take a step further and to shove his cock inside of me. It seemed like the next logical step.
My brain had completely succumbed to my basal urges. No longer was I trying to convince myself Joey was merely a temporary substitute for a busty female or a whorey college girl. I accepted that I was deriving pleasure from the pure physical offerings of my best friend – another male. Being etched in my mind was the final realisation that only a male could provide another male with such an uninhibited sense of sexual gratification.
Throwing all caution out the window, I looked back into Joey's eyes and asked him to put his cock inside me. "Joey, I know this sounds fucked up, but I think I need more than your fingers right about now. I need that cock of yours. It's fucking gay, I know, but damn it my ass is hungry for more." I draped an arm over my eyes and moaned in pleasure as I felt his fingers slide out of me completely again. Suddenly, something much thicker began pressing against the entrance of my hole. As it pushed its way past my sphincter and brushed past my prostate, my ass contracted around Joey's thick cock, earning a hot moan from my best friend. Never had I heard or seen him in such a sexual state.
And this is where you came in. Me, lying naked and sweaty on my best friends bed with his fat cock up my ass as we moaned like fags getting it on.
He began pounding my ass with ferocity. Any shy, gentle manners that remained had been bashed away by the visceral need to unload the hot seed and energy that brewed within our loins. Holding my legs up, he thrusted his uncut cock deep inside my hole, rubbing up against the sensitive walls of my insides. I felt his low hanging balls slap against my butt with each thrust in.
Suddenly, Joey leaned over me and pulled my face towards his own. "Please don't punch me for doing this," he said before he mashed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue slip between my lips and I felt the warm sensation of another man's tongue exploring my mouth. Our kiss grew feverish and soon our passion expanded to all areas of physical contact. His hand latched onto my cock and began pumping. My hands slid up behind his head and gripped his hair. He continued to pound my ass with his thick cock, keeping my anus quivering and pulsing.
No girl had ever made me feel so desperate to let all the pleasure just wash over my body. I let Joey take over my body as he sucked on my lower lip, jacked my stiff cock off and fuck my hole deep. The feeling of an impending orgasm had started and I voiced my nearing ejaculation to my best friend. His thrusts became more forceful causing his bed to shake and squeak louder. He quickened the pace at which he stroked my cock, and he continued to engage me in a kiss of manly passion.
Overloaded with a million sensations, I began convulsing and my cock spewed the biggest fucking load of my life. Streams and streams of hot cum shot all over my sweaty tummy and chest as I screamed Joey's name repetitively. My hands still gripped his hair and I tugged at it as cum continued to spurt from my sensitive cock. My anus spasmed and massaged Joey's cock as he still pounded me as hard as he could. Seconds after my orgasm started, Joey screamed out my name and I felt the unfamiliar feeling of warm cum being unloaded inside of me. Pushing his cock as deep as he could, spurts of thick cum ejected from his cock with each jerk and throb. His chest now touched mine completely and he rested himself on top of me, supporting himself with his elbows. A thick layer of my cum was sandwiched between us.
We remained in that position after our orgasms had passed. I still felt Joey's hard cock inside me as I recovered my energy and breath. My ass involuntarily contracted a few times, which earned a moan from my best friend. After a few minutes of catching out breath, Joey finally spoke.
"Damn," he exclaimed. He pushed himself off of me and laid on his back. He looked at me and grinned. "That was fucking hot."
I turned my head to look at him and smiled back. "You kissed me."
His smile faltered. "Fuck I know. I'm really sorry about that. I got caught up and –," but before he could continue, I pulled his face towards mine and I placed my lips on his, reciprocating the initiation. We shared a slower, more gentler kiss than we had a few minutes ago.
When we separated, a dopy smile returned to Joey's face. "So, um, would you want to do this again?" he asked. I rested my head back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. My facial expression had moved into one of being in deep thought. "Well?" he said apprehensively.
I turned to him and brought a hand up to his face. I traced his jaw with my finger and smiled. "I guess I could get used to having your cum inside me," I replied. Chuckling, he threw his arms around me and settled his head on my shoulder.
That is how we spent that night and every single night after that.
The End
Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed reading that. I want to thank you for taking the time to finish this short story! I was thinking about maybe writing at least 1 more chapter of Sam and Joey, but I don't have any ideas yet. If you have any, feel free to let me know! You can contact me at kylenewton25@yahoo.com.