Reassuring My Straight Roommate - Part 3
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Zach and I made out for a little while longer in the kitchen, while also feeling each other up over our clothes. This kissing had a different feel to it, a slower, calmer, more relaxed feel. We were two people totally given over to the passion of our kissing, not in any rush for some big finale, but taking our time and really enjoying the experience. It felt like we were kissing for the other person as much as we were for ourselves - I wanted Zach to feel good, and I was willing to do anything to make that happen. Again, not in an urgent way, but more so in a connected way. As we continued kissing, I realized that we had developed a certain rhythm, where we were both fully attuned to the other, and were acting and reacting to what the other was doing in perfect tandem. I realized that I had never experienced this type of intimacy before, this level of connection. I felt open, raw, and vulnerable, while also confident and in control. It was obvious that we were both wanting things to move forward, and were both comfortable with taking the next steps. I began to feel a sort of ache in my chest, an intense yearning, almost as if I wanted to occupy the same physical space as Zach and become one with him, to be inside of him and allow him inside of me. I could also feel the precum leaking out of my cock, which is not something I usually experience.
After some time, Zach and I naturally pulled apart, and our hands stopped groping the other. Zach looked into my eyes, and I could see the same contentedness reflecting into my own, or at least it felt that way. Staring into his chocolate brown eyes, I could feel myself falling for him in a new way, wanting more, wanting all of him. Taking a moment and losing myself in our connection, I thought back over the last 24 hours of my life, the developments that had taken place, the discoveries, and the growth. I felt like a completely different person, yet I knew I wasn't, and that these feelings had lay dormant, below the surface, probably for my entire life. I thought back to the conversation Zach and I had had the night before about me being gay, about the nature of gay sex, Zach's confession of wanting to try more ass play, and how that ultimately led to me giving him a passionate rimming and him blowing his load all over me, before we had a contented shower together and went to bed. My mind then went to my personal exploration earlier today, getting more acquainted with my asshole and the treasure inside. And the feelings that playing with myself gave me. It was unlike anything I had experienced, and hard to describe. It was like I had confronted my deepest, darkest shame. Come face-to-face with the most filthy things my body could produce. And I enjoyed it. And I wanted more.
Coming back to the present moment, I leaned in and kissed Zach on the cheek, before turning to the pan of brownies in front of us.
"These should be done cooking, but we should let them cool off a bit more. I think we should avoid having a drink just yet, so that we can see how we feel after trying a brownie and go from there. What do you think?"
Zach looked at me kind of dreamily, and agreed that this would be a good idea. We decided to cut the brownies while they were still hot, and we plated up one for each of us, before heading upstairs to my bedroom. Zach walked straight over to my bed, and laid down on his side, facing me. Even though we were alone in the house and would be until the next day, I decided to shut and lock my bedroom door. Zach noticed, and we chuckled about it as I closed the distance to the bed, set my plate down on the desk, and laid down next to Zach. We cuddled up close to one another, my left arm draped over his body, his right hand on my ass. As we stared into one another's eyes, I could taste his breath in the air, could feel the moisture of it against my skin. I realized I was staring at his lips, and leaned over for a kiss, which Zach returned eagerly. It didn't take long for our tongues to be wrestling one another, our hands continuing our earlier explorations.
I broke off our kiss, something I was again loathe to do, and met Zach's eyes.
"Okay, I think we should talk about what you want to try now, so that we're on the same page, and then we can have our brownies and play around for a while until they start to kick in. What do you think?" I wanted to be sure that any decisions Zach made tonight were his, and not the result of the weed brownies or any drinks we might have. Zach chuckled again, and leaned in and kissed me.
"I like that you're worried about me. It's cute. And it makes me feel good." I blushed at this, and we both smiled at one another for a few minutes before Zach continued.
"I definitely want you to eat my ass again, because that was unbelievable. And I want to try eating yours, too. People don't enjoy things the way you enjoyed eating my ass unless they're really amazing, so I want to try tongue-fucking you. And I'm curious about sucking your dick too. Yesterday you jerked me off, and I loved it. I wasn't ready to touch yours just yet, and really I was just overwhelmed with what was happening, but I want to today. I want to taste your cum. And I want to cum in your mouth too. If you're into that." Zach looked up at me with a surprising sense of sheepishness, despite the boldness of what he was saying. It was almost like he was checking in with me to make sure he wasn't doing or saying anything that he might regret. I smiled back at him, and pulled him into another deep, long kiss. When we finally parted, I chose my words carefully.
"I want to try all those things with you. And I want you to feel comfortable talking with me about the things you want to try. Yesterday I told you that whatever happens in this room stays in this room. And I want you to know that I mean that in every sense. No matter what, whatever is said or done between the two of us is between the two of us. I've been feeling an incredible sense of connection with you since last night. I want to make you feel good, to trust me with your fantasies and desires, and to let me give them to you. I can't promise that I'll be down for every single thing you might want to try, but I promise I'll listen, and I'll be honest with you about how I feel. And I'll do the same. I'll be honest about what I want, what I enjoy, what I want to try but never have. And I'll expect you to listen, and tell me how you feel, but there won't be any pressure for you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Okay?"
As I looked into his eyes, I felt a sense of worry that I might be taking things too quickly. I so desperately wanted him to open up to me, in every sense of the expression, and in that moment, I felt like I had something to lose. That I might care more about him than he did about me. After all, I was the gay one, and up until yesterday, Zach had been the assumed-to-be-straight one. It would make sense that I would develop feelings sooner, or presume our activities to mean more than they really did. In that moment, something else shifted inside of me. Up until this point, my interests and motivations had largely been about the sexual attraction I had for Zach, and wanting him to feel comfortable with what we were doing. I had wanted to make him feel safe, to be happy. And that was what shifted. It no longer felt like an infatuation, a merely sexual fling, or even the beginning of a relationship. This felt like devotion. It felt like I would do anything for this man in front of me, anything at all, if it would satisfy some need of his, whether it be a passing urge or a deep, dark fantasy. There was no need too small, no request too egregious, that I would not rise up willingly to complete for him, just to see him smile. For a kind gesture. A touch.
Looking into his eyes, with this aching feeling in my chest, I leaned in and kissed Zach again, opening his mouth as wide as I could and sucking his tongue to the base. I wanted to be inside him while he was inside of me. As I kissed him, the aching in my chest moved down into my stomach, into my groin, and into my asshole, and turned into a burning heat. I felt like I belonged to him, and was his to command. The feelings of loving my body and the thrill of these new feelings transformed again, as though these were my means of pleasing him. My purpose for existing was to take care of him, give him anything he needed. And his purpose was to take care of me, give me what I needed in return. In whatever filthy perversion that manifested.
Zach, after kissing me back with equal abandon, pulled his face from mine and looked into my eyes. "I feel the same way. I haven't been able to get you off my mind since we talked yesterday, and everything else. It's definitely sexual, so I can't say that I'm straight anymore, but it feels like more than that. Almost like, if it were only physical or sexual, that would cheapen it, because it's more than that. I want to learn from you, because I think there's a lot you can show me about this kind of sex, but I think there's a lot we'll end up learning together. I want you to let me in, too. You already shared that you have an ass fetish, and I am thrilled about that. I want more. I want you to let me in more. No secrets, just being open and honest. I can trust you with this. Can you trust me?"
We locked eyes with one another, for what felt an eternity. I wanted so much to please him, to give him what he wanted, whatever he wanted, but there was a part of me that was afraid. Afraid that if I let him know me the way he was asking to, he might find something that disgusted him. My newfound pleasure for eating my own shit, for example. Or wanting to eat his. Wanting him to trust me to take care of his most basal function, to adore him to the extent of licking the shit out of his asshole. Or wanting to take his cock in my mouth and have him relax, and let his piss flow straight into my mouth, not even having to move to relieve himself. I had never done any of these things, save my earlier solo shit play, so I couldn't even be sure I would like them. But I knew I was interested, and wanted to explore this darker side of myself. And Zach was asking me to trust him with this knowledge, trust that he would listen to me, hear what I wanted, and give it consideration. And not simply turn away in disgust.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. As I blinked them away, I could see the concern on Zach's face. Concern for me. Deep, caring, maybe even loving, concern. As I took in his expression, my mind was made up. I wiped away my tears, gave Zach a kiss, and sat up on the bed next to him. I took a few deep breaths, during which Zach rose up to sit beside me, and then I reached over and grabbed the plate of brownies. I grabbed one in my hand, bit half of it off, and held the other half to Zach's lips. As I chewed on my bite, Zach met my eyes, and opened his mouth to receive the other half of the brownie. I put it into his mouth, and he began to chew.
"I can trust you," I told him, as I leaned in to give him a kiss, sharing the brownie in our kiss.
Zach kissed me back, and we finished the brownie together, moving it back and forth between the two of us until nothing remained. We kept kissing, and I grabbed the other brownie, bringing it to Zach's lips, which he once again opened to allow me to feed him. He took a bite, and I put the rest in my mouth, chewing and swallowing, before putting the plate back on the desk. I turned back toward Zach, and we kissed again, and I pulled Zach's shirt off of him, before he did the same to me. We continued sliding down until we were lying in one another's arms, Zach overtop of me. His hairy belly resting softly on top of my hairy chest, the two moving in sync with one another to the pace of our breath. As Zach lay on me, I pulled away from his kiss, turned his head to the side, and began to suck the side of his neck. I licked from the nape of his neck to the back of his ear, before taking the lobe in my mouth, nibbling, and sticking my tongue into his ear. I wriggled it around, narrowing it to a point to reach the deepest chasm of Zach's ear, before softening and widening to lick the outer sections, all the while my hot breath hitting his ear. I continued to kiss and lick down his neck, before moving to his chest, kissing each soft, hairy pec, before taking his left nipple in my mouth. I swirled it around with my tongue, his chest hair wrapping around his hard nipple, and I could feel his breath catch above me. I took the break in his breathing to push him over, so that I'm now leaning over top of him, as I pulled his right nipple into my mouth for the same treatment.
I continued to move down Zach's chest to his belly, kissing around his hairy tummy, before tickling his belly button with my tongue. My hands moved down to his shorts, and Zach took his weight onto his shoulders and his feet to allow me to remove his shorts and underwear, before kicking them off of his feet. He then grabbed right into my crotch, meeting my eyes and smiling impishly. I grinned in return, and removed my own shorts and underwear. I grabbed hold of Zach's leg, and pulled him into me, so that our dicks were touching and Zach's right leg was draped over mine. We pulled into one another's arms, so that we were once again face-to-face, and made out for a while. Every now and then we would naturally pull away, and just look into one another's eyes, before eventually continuing our extended kiss. We didn't try to rush anything, didn't try to advance too quickly, but rather just enjoyed exploring the other's body and mouth. Soon enough, I began to feel the tingling sensation in my spine that told me the brownies were starting to kick in, and I pulled away to check in with Zach.
"I'm starting to feel the edible, I'm getting a tingle in my spine, my chest feels warm, and I'm feeling really cuddly. How about you?"
Zach looked up into my eyes, and I could see that his were slightly unfocused, and he had a charming smirk on his face.
I chuckled. "Oh, someone's feeling it alright!"
Zach laughed in return, and nodded, before adding "I started feeling it like ten minutes ago, I've been buzzing since. I feel like my whole body is a vibrator, it's just electricity everywhere!"
I smiled back at him, and leaned in for another kiss.
"Okay, I'm ready to talk about some things now, if you're sure you're up for it." I perched myself up on my right elbow. Zach pulled his left arm up to use as a pillow, so that he could lay under me and meet my eyes.
"I'm ready," Zach said with a drunken smile. "Tell me what would make you happy."
"Okay," I said with a deep breath before continuing. "I've never felt this way with anyone, and I've never wanted to be in this type of relationship. But I want to worship you. I want to take care of every little thing about you. Not in an abusive way, like I don't want to be a slave, I don't want to be chained up, or hit, nothing like that. it's more of a voluntary servitude. Like I would worship you mentally, emotionally, and physically. I would do whatever you wanted me to, if it would make you happy. Anything.
And in return, you would take care of me. You'd give me the opportunity to make you happy. You'd trust me completely, and you'd honour my trust as well. You'd allow me to do the things I want to do in order to please you. You would be completely open and honest about what you like, what you don't, what you want, what you need. About all of it. I worship you. You love and honour me. How does that sound?"
Zach smirked up at me, continuing to meet my eyes even as he squinted his. "I think that sounds perfect. I also think there are things you want to do, and I want to know what those are. We're trusting each other here, we're together in this."
I smiled down at Zach, and leaned down for a quick kiss.
"You're right," I said as I pulled myself back up to my elbow. "There are things I want to try, things I want to help you with. Are you sure you're ready?"
Zach rolled his eyes and smiled again. "Yes, dude, I'm ready!"
I smiled again. "Okay. Well, one of the first things you need to learn about when it comes to gay sex is that you have to be comfortable talking about and interacting around shit. Let's face it, these are things that we have to deal with when it comes to anal sex, so you might as well get comfortable around it. Talking about what type of diet helps you to stay regular. How to use a douche, how to prepare to bottom. We could dance around the subject all we want, or we could just accept that, at some point in time, we are going to see each other's shit, and be okay with that. Are you okay with that?"
Zach smirked up at me, his eyes squinted for a moment, and I could see his stomach tighten. It wasn't until I heard his fart that I realized what he was doing. I laughed, and pretended to punch him.
"You could have just said yes, ass!" I laughed.
Zach laughed back and said "As you said, might as well get used to it, it's gonna happen one way or another!" And with that, he let out another fart, and we both laughed. I was loving the comfort Zach was showing in farting in front of me, basically right onto me, and the smell was driving me wild.
"Okay, point taken. Lesson two is about douching. Squirting water up your ass to clean out any shit that might be in there until you're able to push the water back out and it comes out clear. There are pros and cons to it, so you can think about it and decide which you'd prefer. The pros of douching are mainly the predictability and cleanliness of it. It's also usually pretty quick, although sometimes can take a while for the water to come out clean. If you douche before sex, you can be like 99% sure that you won't run into any shit. The cons are that regular use of douches can irritate your ass and cause itching and possible constipation. Without douching, there are a few ways that you can tell if you're ready to have your ass played with. The easiest way is to lube up your finger and shove it up your ass and literally feel around for shit. If you lube up your finger the shit won't stick to it, but you'll be able to tell if you're ready to go or not. If that's not something you want to do, you'd basically have to maintain a very strict high-fibre diet and track your shits regularly. Keep in mind though, with anal sex, there's never a 100% guarantee that you won't encounter shit.
Even if you do, that doesn't necessarily have to ruin the moment. You can let it gross you out, or just acknowledge that shit happens, and keep going. I'm usually a fan of just keeping going, unless you really need to tap out. What do you think?"
Zach thought about it for a moment, and then shrugged. "The number of times I've ripped my fingers through toilet paper and wound up with shit on my fingers, I can't even count. I don't really care about it, I mean, it's my own shit, you know?"
My heart started beating a bit faster when Zach said that. Things were definitely moving in the direction I had hoped, and Zach seemed to have a juvenile sense of humour around farting and shit, if nothing else.
"So that sounds like you'd rather not worry about douching, and just to go with it if something were to happen, right?"
Again, Zach contemplated before nodding. "Yeah, that sounds good to me, as long as you're okay with my level of hygiene if I won't be douching."
It was as if he were reading my mind and anticipating my next thoughts. "Honestly, part of the reason I find you so attractive is that you look and act like a man. I want a man to taste and smell like a man, asshole, balls, dick, armpits and all. I love the idea of you going for a run or doing a workout, and then, rather than having a shower, you'd come to me. I'd start behind your ears and at your neck, lick down to your armpits, then down to your cock, balls, and finally, I'd lick your asshole until it was clean and free of sweat. And I want your ass to taste like an ass. If I'm being shamefully honest, I get off on the idea that straight guys don't wipe their asses very well. It makes me want to lick them that much more. So, if you're not grossed out by it, I'd love it if you would purposely not wipe yourself that well from now on, just leaving a little behind, that I could take care of for you?"
This was it. This was the moment I had both hoped for and feared. I had just laid it all out on the line. I wanted to eat Zach's dirty, sweaty, shitty butthole. I'd asked him to purposefully leave some shit on his ass, with the expectations that I would lick his ass clean and eat his shit. And this is something I wanted, and was asking him for.
I would say it felt like an eternity, but Zach didn't hesitate long enough for me to contemplate the cliche. "That sounds fucking hot, man. Like you would lick my asshole out, you would rim me, anytime of any day, no matter when the last time I showered, no matter when the last time I shit was or how well I wiped, you're just always going to be ready to shove your tongue up my asshole? Can I sign up twice?!"
At this point in time, my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. I had laid it out for him, the beginnings of my darkest fantasy, and he wasn't disgusted, he was turned on by it. I just about came right then and there, but I was glad I didn't. I didn't waste any time in grabbing Zach's leg, and flipping him over onto his belly, before grabbing a meaty asscheek with either hand to spread them and dive into his tight asshole. I usually try to take a tentative approach, but once again, with Zach, I had no self-restraint. And now I had no more reason to feel a need for it. I tore into his ass with reckless abandon, digging my tongue into his taint and ass trench as far as it would go. To my chagrin, he had wiped himself pretty well, so there weren't many remnants of his shit for me
to take in. So instead, I focused on eating him out as best as I could, flicking his pleasure sensors as much as possible with every lick, flit, and touch of my tongue. I dove down deeper, and formed a larger ring around his asshole before sucking in, creating a suction ring around his pucker, my tongue lodged firmly in the centre. I began to suckle on Zach's ass like an animal looking for milk, and soon he was writhing on the bed in pleasure, moaning a series of "fuck yeah's" and "oh-my-god!s" to let me know he was enjoying himself.
After many long minutes of tongue play, I pulled my mouth away from Zach's butthole, and kissed around each cheek for a moment, pausing to caress each, before slipping Zach over again, and taking his thick cock into my mouth. I began to suck eagerly, Zach continuing to writhe in bliss beneath me.
"Wait, hold on!" Zac moaned, as his body began to twitch and he neared orgasm. "Wait, I'm about to -"
And with that, Zach's cock exploded into my mouth, drenching my tongue with his cum. I continued to suck on the head of his dick, and his body continued to convulse as his cock spasmed more cum into my mouth, before the writhing came to a finish, and his cum was spent, already down my throat. I continued to suck on Zach's cock, and his writhing began to quicken. I focused my tongue on the base of the head of his cock, where it was most sensitive. Zach began to thrash, and spoke out.
"Mark, you gotta stop, I'm gonna - oh my god - I'm gonna - I'm gonna - I'm gonna piss!"
I clenched onto Zach butt cheeks with my hands, and continued my tongue's assault on his cock. A moment later, I felt a slow dribble of urine coming from the end of Zach's cock, which drove my wild, and I doubled my efforts with my tongue. In seconds, Zach's cock was spurting a full stream of piss straight into my mouth. I just kept sucking, licking the tip of his cock, and swallowing his piss, savouring every single drop. He stopped writhing and started moaning instead, as his body smoothly let loose the remaining stream of his piss into my mouth. I continued to suck on his cock, but my pace slowed and became more relaxed, before I let his soft cock drop from my mouth. I looked up at Zach, again worried about what I might see on his face. I saw him looking back at me, an incredulous took on his face, that soon enough morphed into a maniacal grin and laughter.
"Dude! You just drank my piss! Oh my fucking god you just drank my piss and you loved it! Holy fuck - I loved it. You drank my piss, and I fucking loved it! Holy fucking shit!"
Zach couldn't seem to contain himself. He had jumped up, and began pacing across the room, repeating himself over and over again, laughing hysterically. Finally, he slowed his pacing, and turned to me.
"That was so fucking hot. I get it now. I get what you were saying earlier about the whole worship thing, about wanting to take care of any little need, to do literally anything to show your devotion, and in return I only ask you to do things you enjoy. And if you enjoy drinking my piss, then I'll come to you five times a day and you can drain me, because that was so fucking hot!"
I smiled up at him, tears starting to form in my eyes. "Yeah, that's the point, that's exactly the point! I'm so glad you get it!" I pulled Zach back down on top of me, and began to kiss him eagerly. After a moment, I pulled away. "There's one more thing I want to do for you today, if you're up for it."
Zach didn't spend any time contemplating, he simply said yes immediately. I grinned, and laid down on my back on the bed.
"I want you to kneel on my face the same way you did last night, straddling my head with your shoulders, ass in my face, with you facing my cock."
Zach grinned, and leapt on top of me. He straddled my chest, before moving his ass backward, until his hole was inches away from my face. I pulled his butt cheeks apart with my hands, and dove tongue-first into his hole. Zach back straightened, and he reached back with both hands to pull his cheeks further apart, before arching his back to push his asshole backward, moaning the whole time. I loved him in this position, and was hoping he was in an adventurous mood. I pulled my face off of his hole.
"You know how hot it was when I drank your piss?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah!" Zach answered with a laugh.
I took a deep breath, before continuing. "I think it would be even hotter if you opened up your asshole for my tongue, and that leads to you shitting in my mouth."
The next moment of silence was decidedly the longest. I had hinted at my perversion early with my request for him to maybe not wipe so thoroughly, but this was different. I was asking him, with no possible chance of misinterpretation, to shit into my mouth. He took a moment, and then turned around to look at me, my face following to keep my tongue planted on his asshole. He looked me in the eye, and seemed to be weighing something. Finally, he asked
"Is that really something you want to do? For me?" I looked up to meet his gaze, the desperation showing through on my face.
"Yes," I moaned. "I want to worship everything about you, right down to eating your shit. I don't want this to be something that I'm forced to do, because it's not, it's something I want to do. For you. I've never felt this way about anyone. I want to do this to show my devotion, both for you and for me. I want this."
I let the words hang in the air for a moment before looking up to meet Zach's gaze again. He stared at me for a moment, before his grin returned.
"You sick fuck. This is gonna be so fucking hot!" And with that, he relaxed his asshole down onto my face once again, his pucker resting right in top of my mouth. I began to eagerly suck, lip, and lap at his hole, and I could feel it relaxing above my tongue. I could feel Zach shifting around on top of me, trying to come to terms with what he was about to do, fighting his natural instincts as they made way for his lust and desire. After a few minutes, Zach's shifting stopped, and he gasped.
"Oh fuck, get ready because here it comes, and I don't know if I can control it!" Zach spoke loudly and firmly, letting me know that he was ready to shit. I stuck my tongue out further, striving to meet Zach's shit before it even left his asshole. After just a moment, I could feel my tongue enveloped in Zach's soft shit. I could taste the entirety of his shit, this deepest, darkest, most carnal aspect of his existence. Licking it from his asshole. Taking it into my mouth. Chewing it down, and swallowing. After a moment of stifling my gag reflex, I took a sharp breath in, and coughed. The taste was more intense than I had anticipated, in some ways similar but in so many other ways different from my own taste. While I wasn't prepared for the intensity, I reacted quickly, and was able to take his entire turd into my mouth, chew it down, and swallow it. I went back to licking Zach's asshole, cleaning the remaining streaks of shit across his asscheeks. A few moments later, his pucker protruded again, and I dove on it just in time for Zach to shit another turd into my mouth. This time, my mouth never lost contact with his butthole, and I sucked onto his hole while chewing down and swallowing his shit, determined to show my true devotion. I could hear Zach moaning and groaning above me, clearly enjoying my perverted adoration. He relaxed a bit and release a breath, before passing another long turd into my mouth, with a couple farts as well. This turd was a bit softer, and the flavour was more intense, but I was ready for it, and I mowed down as fast as I could, continuing to lick his asshole clean as I went. Zach began to push and strain, and said "Okay here comes the last bit," before finally, a smaller, very soft shit dropped into my mouth. I swallowed it down without even chewing, and proceeded to lick Zach's butthole clean, until there was no sign whatsoever of the shit he had just taken. I continued to lick his asshole for about ten minutes longer than was necessary, and stopped occasionally to lick as his balls. Finally, and I got up, turned around, and laid down next to Zach.
I peered at him, as he looked back at me, both of us with contented grins on our faces.
"That was fucking nasty dude. I fucking loved it, and it was so fucking nasty!"
I grinned, which broke into a laugh. "I fucking love it too, man! And I don't want to freak you out, but I think I'm falling in love with you too. I fucking loved this, and I fucking love you."
Zach looked at me for a moment before another grin spread across his face. "I love you too, man. And I love that I get to have my hairy, sweaty ass licked and my cock sucked and piss drank and shit eaten any time I want, because you'll always want to be doing those thing. Right?"
I smiled at him. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I can't imagine a time will come that I don't want my tongue in your ass or your cock in my mouth. And just think, we haven't even fucked yet!"
I laughed with Zach, and we wrestled for a moment before settling into a cuddled position. I felt closer to Zach than I had ever felt with another person. I felt that, surely, this was the closest you could feel to another person, the closest you could get to fully accepting them, and being accepted by them. This was truly the underlying appeal of the devotion, the urge that it was fulfilling.
Zach and I ended up falling asleep while cuddling, and slept through the entire night, thanks to the edibles. When we awoke the next morning, there was no air of awkwardness, regret, anxiety, nothing like that. We smiled at one another, bid good morning, and kissed.
"I love you, Zach," I said.
"I love you too, Mark," he answered, before closing his eyes and leaning into me, basking in the comfort of the love and acceptance between the two of us.
"I'm gonna have to piss soon," Zach said, unassumingly.
I looked up at him and grinned, before moving my mouth down to his crotch.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
That's the end of my latest instalment. I have some ideas as to where I'll be heading next, but as always, I'm open to feedback and any other stories you care to send to mbgboy89@gmail.com.
Happy reading!
Mark