It's Harder To Get In There, Pt. 2 (Usual disclaimer. Must be old enough to be her, etc...)
Justin sat on the toilet, stroking his dick. I stood at the sink, my dick resting on the vanity, splashing water trying to get all the shit and semen off. With a smile, he said, "My turn."
A deal's a deal, I thought. He stood up and gestured for me to sit on the toilet. "I don't have to take a crap," I said.
"How should we do it?" He asked.
"I guess just loosen me up first with your fingers," I said.. With that, I turned around, Justin standing behind me, still stroking his dick. He sucked his middle finger and blindly felt around for my asshole. He pushed with force. His finger was met with resistance, but he still got it in halfway. It burned, or stung, or both I guess. If I hadn't already fucked him, I think that finger alone would have been enough for me to decline any further action.
He dug his finger in deeper. "Ow, ow! Slow, dude." "Sorry," he replied. He slowly pulled his finger out. My hole felt sore, closing back up. I reached in front of me and grabbed the hand lotion I had used on him and passed it to him behind me. I then bent over, resting my arms on the vanity by the bathroom sink.
Justin pumped some lotion onto his hand and knelt down eye-level with my butt. He spread my cheeks and slowly drew his face in, barely dabbing my hole with his tongue. "Ugh. It smells!" he said, laughing. "At least I showered yesterday," I added.
He rubbed his finger up and down my crack and wedged the middle finger in again, this time nice and slow. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. He got it in as far as he could, and started moving it in and out. He withdrew all the way and added his ring finger to the mix, corkscrewing them inside of me slowly. The twisting motion didn't feel good, but I bit my tongue, hanging my head just on the edge of the vanity. He got those in all the way, adding "It feels weird. It's all gooshy." He withdrew his fingers all of the way, wiping them on my lower back. He stood up and spread my cheeks again. I heard him pump the lotion again. I turned my head to see him lubing his dick, which was now at its maximum size, his foreskin pulled back exposing the head which looked wider than mine, almost completely disproportionate to the rest of his average shaft..
"You ready," he asked.
"Yeah," I said. I really was dreading this all of a sudden, but not in a bad way. I guess I was just fearful of the unknown, and hoping I didn't create the same shit storm he did.
His wide head was up against my hole. "Spread your butt cheeks, dude," he demanded. So I reached back, having to raise my torso a bit. He clumsily tried to get it in. Each time he tried, I felt it start to go in, then it would slip and slide up my crack. He started laughing after the fourth time it happened.
"Here," I said, pushing him back. I got down on my knees, resting myself on my arms, totally against the floor, my butt sticking up higher than any other part of me. He put his feet on either side of me and bent his knees, pointing his dick down at my hole.
"It helps if you push like you're taking a shit," he said, he dick pressed up against my hole. So I pushed, he spread my cheeks, and he lowered himself and pushed, and got it in. I let out a grunt, his dick going in probably two inches. His dick was smoother than his fingers, but there was still some discomfort. It was just a new sensation.
"Feels amazing," he said. He bent his legs and pushed in all the way, his modest patch of pubes scratching the upper crack of my ass. I let out a loud grunt as he moaned. "Oh yeah, Zach," he said, reminding me of a dude we saw fucking a girl in one of the pornos we've watched. I was wondering if he was going to get all dominating and rough like those dudes. I hoped not.
He held still inside of me for about ten seconds. He pulled back slowly. I could feel the ridge of his dick head just around the tight ring of my hole.. He plunged back in, immediately pulling back out again. He began a fucking rhythm, steady but not too fast. In and out, in and out, over and over. I cradled my head in my folded arms. I was getting used to the sensation now. Then suddenly he pulled out all the way.
I looked behind me. He met my eyes with a smile as he repositioned himself on his knees behind me. He leaned to one side, showing me his dick, which had a smudged of my shit on the head. He wiped it on his hand, then wiped his hand on my upper crack. He directed his attention to my ass again, and went right back in. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me onto him. I raised myself up onto my hands, do we were officially, as I understood, doing it doggy-style. He moaned as he fucked me, increasing his speed, and he pulled out again.
"What?" I asked.
"I was going to cum if I kept going," he said. "I want to go a little longer."
He ran his fingers along his shaft, lubing up his fingers, and put three fingers against my hole. He pushed them in, stretching me out, but getting them in. He forced them in as far as he could, but not all the way. It felt better now that I was loosened up, but didn't fully understand why he was doing this. He pushed them in all the way, and poked around deep inside of me. The smell of my ass hit my nose. We were up to some pretty dirty business. I started wondering how many people do this type of shit behind closed doors.
Then it hit me. I had the sudden urge to shit. In fact, I was afraid I was about to crap on his fingers. "I gotta shit!" I said. He withdrew his fingers and I bolted to the toilet, which was just behind where he was kneeling. I sat down and no sooner did I shoot out a solid shit. It almost seemed to just fall out of me. It was actually the best sensation I had felt so far. Justin thought it was funny. I sat there, feeling somewhat spent.
"This is nasty," I said.
"Yeah, it is, but it's not so bad. It all washes off," he said.
I got up. He moved over and sat down on the toilet, not flushing my shit. "Sit on me," he said. So I turned my butt to him and lowered myself down, as he aimed his dick to meet my asshole again. It went right in with ease.
I started bouncing slowly on his dick. For the fist time I heard sloppy sex sounds as he fucked me. He stretched his legs out all the way in front of him, and I pushed as far down as I could. He grabbed me around my waist and started controlling my movements and breathing louder and louder. "I'm gonna cum," he practically whispered. I let him continue to control my motions. He started pushing up into me, lifting himself off of the toilet seat a bit, then he groaned loudly and I felt his dick pulsing inside of me, unloading deep inside.
I was hard again. Finally. A little to late, I guess, his orgasm now subsiding. I was motionless, his dick deep inside of me, my cheeks resting on him.. I slowly lifted off of him. As his enlarged head popped out, stretching my hole open, I felt a gush of fluids escape me.
"Oh man!" he said, with an amused but grossed out tone. I turned to look at him. I definitely got my revenge, his dick covered in a film of cum, streaked in brown, some yellowy juices, and shit caked in his pubes.
"This is fucking disgusting" I said, with a smile.
He pulled his foreskin back, revealing a pocket of shit and slime.
He just sat there on the toilet, exhausted, and unsure of where to start the clean up process. Then he let out a soft fart, followed by another plunge of my cum and whatever else was left inside of him from when I fucked him. We both laughed.
"You're already hard again, huh?" He said.
"Yep," I said, touching my hard dick. I inched up to his face and guided my dick to his lips, which he kept sealed shut. I grabbed hold of his head and pushed my dick into his mouth. He kept his lips tight, just like the ring of his ass. I could tell it wouldn't take long for me to cum, and he never did suck me at all like I had for him. I started thinking about how I had merely wiped all that shit off of my dick, but I hadn't formally washed it. It turned me on. Then I felt another urge to "relieve" myself, so I pulled out of his mouth.
He looked like I decided I was done, and seemed to have been hit by the reality of what had just happened. You know, the awkward moments afterward, once the hormones have cooled down. But that wasn't what was going on.. I told him I needed to sit on the toilet.
So I sat down, and a slow trickle of his cum oozed out my ass, some of it just dripping down toward my balls, tickling me.
His butt was facing me, as he was about to go to the sink to clean up. I pull him back towards me. I spread his cheeks and inspected his hole. The small amount of hair around it was still wet with lotion and cum. I put my finger inside of him. He moaned a very pleasurable moan.
"Here, real quick, one more time," I asked.
He didn't respond, but let me slide a finger in. I stood up behind him, pushing close to the wall. "Spread your feet a bit," I demanded. He did. I guided my dick, as hard as before, right into him. I went all the way in on the first thrust. He grunted. I held his hips and fucked him rapidly.
"Don't cum inside of me again, I don't want to be shitting it out all day," he said, as I fucked him. I was already getting close. I pulled out to make it last a little longer.
"Get on your back, lift your legs up," I said.
"Do I get to fuck you again too?" He asked as he got on his back. "Don't you have to go back to school?" My dick had more ooze on it.
I didn't answer either of his questions. My 16 year-old mind had learned more in the last 40 minutes than any class could teach. We were 2 cute teenagers, seemingly straight, and this was the most hot thing either of us had ever done. Why quit? We had already seen each other shit, cum, be fucked... So I nuzzled between his legs, his balls resting on my hard dick, his legs draped around my waist, my butt and his butt both on the ground. I had to point my dick straight, in line with my own legs to aim it up to his still-tight hole. It was a stretch for me, but I liked the sensation.. I ground deep inside of him, holding myself up with my outstretched arms behind me. I went nice and slow, savoring the sensations.
He moaned softly. We were pros. People would pay good money to watch this shit. But no one would ever even know about it.
I could feel myself getting close, and he was jerking himself off now. I was going to honor his request to not finish inside of his ass. I pumped a little faster, getting close, short little in and outs. Then I pulled out, started jerking low on my shaft and inched up to his face. I felt the surge of an intense orgasm, and I pushed my dick into his mouth, unloading another powerful ejaculation. I squirted six or seven streams down his throat. Justin was taken aback, my jizz dripping out of his mouth, even gagging a little. If he swallowed any at all, it was accidental. But he continued jerking himself off, struggling to finish.
"What the fuck!" he said, in good fun luckily, spitting my cum out, letting it drip down his cheeks.
I continued slow stokes, one last little drip on the tip of my dick. I spread it on his lips and stood up.
"You asshole," he said.
He was still stroking himself. I lowered my mouth onto his dick and started sucking his dirty dick. It was nasty. I was essentially eating out my own ass by blowing him at this point. I gave his head lots of attention with my tongue, getting in between his foreskin. His dick was so smooth and swollen. I jerked the base of his dick with my hand. I went faster and faster. He started moaning loudly. I slipped two fingers in his ass, moving them quickly like a vibrator, not in and out as much as up and down. Then I squeezed a third one in. He let out a cry, but I didn't stop. I just ground them as far as I could. I started to slip my pinkie in, getting it about halfway inside of him.
"Wait," he said, as he got on his feet. I withdrew, watching him go to the toilet, lifting up the seat, and bending his knees. "Jerk me off," he said. So I wrapped my slimy fingers I just withdrew from his sloppy hole around his dick and started jerking him off. I aimed his dick down at the toilet. I began fucking my fingers, and then shot five jets of jizz onto the mess in the toilet. His arms quivered as he shot, his head tilted up towards the ceiling, his eyes shut.
His orgasm passed and I let go of him, his dick starting to loose its size.
He looked at me, and we both started laughing.
"So gross," he said, spitting the remainder of my cum out of his mouth into the toilet.
"Well, at least we tried, right?" I added.
"Yeah," he said, flushing the toilet. "Say goodbye to the evidence."
I extended my clean hand out for a shake, declaring, "We tell no one." He shook my hand and said, "I wouldn't even know how to tell anyone about what we've done."
"And no weirdness between us, right?" I asked.
"I'll have forgotten about this as soon as all your cum is out of my ass."