Road Trip with Mike

After years of enjoying reading these I finally decided to take a crack at writing another one (first one was http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/a-big-surprise). I hope you enjoy. This story was inspired by my first intense relationship at the ripe age of 18 with a 19 year old buddy. All the standard caveats apply. This story is intended for adults to read, and is not for minors. Praise or constructive criticism welcomed at hotbtminla at yahoo.

ROAD TRIP WITH MIKE By Jonny Btm

"Ten full minutes. You gotta lay there, on your back, totally nude. Hands behind your head so you can relax."

"Relax, right."

How Mike and I wound up in this bizarre, slightly hilarious situation was fueled by very cheap beer and overactive 19 year old hormones. Well, Mike was 19, I was 18, and we'd be buddies since sophomore year of high school. Mike was a bit of a paradox. He was a soccer player who wasn't a jock, a metal head who wasn't a burnout, and a good student who wasn't a nerd. I also found him incredibly hot. Mike was a pretty low-key guy, soft spoken, constantly dipping tobacco (without being a redneck Ð like I said, paradox) and almost always with a girl on his arm. I wasn't usually that into his girlfriends, both for obvious reasons and also because they just always seemed kinda trashy. I felt like he deserved better.

The only time we had a double date Ð mine with my ill-advised, desperate to prove them all wrong virtuous girlfriend, and him with Debbie. We were staying at his grandparents cabin upstate. The first night I could hear Mike and Debbie having sex in the other room. My girlfriend was doing her best to pretend to sleep, and I was doing my best not to jerk off listening to Debbie's moans and the squeaking of the box spring. I definitely got the impression Mike was well hung, because Debbie all but shouted it from the rafters. Weirdly it sounded like she was both into it and not, because it sounded like she made him stop when she couldn't take any more, and I heard him walk into the bathroom to "take a shower."

It was on that camping trip that Mike and I first saw each other naked. The girls wanted to go into town to hit outlet stores, an idea that struck Mike and me as beyond boring. After they left he punched my arm and said "Let's go swimming dude."

I got up to follow him and was a bit surprised he was headed straight outside, rather than to his room. "Aren't you gonna change?" I asked.

Mike was already pulling his tshirt over his head. "Nah. It's just us. We're skinny dipping."

I'm pretty sure at that moment my heart stopped beating. Was I seriously about to get to see Mike naked? I started tugging on my shirt, and was so perplexed and excited by this prospect forgot I was wearing a button down.

Mike was already out of his jeans and down to his underwear. And I was struck totally speechless. Mike, being a bit of a metal head, was almost always dressed in baggy black concert tee's and baggy denim. One time we did get into an impromptu wrestling match during a sleep over at my house, entirely over a Nintendo controller, and I didÉ feel something. Not THAT, get your mind out of the gutter. No, I definitely felt muscle. And god knows he was able to pin me pretty easily. So I suspected he was in good shape.

I had no idea at all that he would look as jaw-droppingly perfect as he did. He was muscular but not over built, just perfectly defined in every way Ð arms, chest, legs. He was surprisingly hairy for being as young as we were, but not overly. A dusting of dark hair on his pecs and arms, leading to what I'd later learn was a treasure trail. The front of his tighty whiteys (another surprise) wereÉ well they were clearly well packed. I couldn't believe Mike was hiding this rockin' bod under shitty hair metal logos.

"Earth to Ollie," Mike said.

I snapped out of it and hoped he didn't think I was weird. I wasn't out to anybody at this point, and was mortified that it would cost me friendships if anyone found out. As I was trying to get my jeans down I tripped and fell, making Mike laugh.

"Damn dude, you into me or something?"

"Wh-what? No." I said, turning crimson.

"Ollie, relax man," his grin was infectious, and alsoÉ slightly knowing? I must be imagining things. "Come on, let's get in the water. It's awesome this time of year. Cold as hell at first but then awesome."

He slipped his hands into the waistband of his underwear. "Besides, if we're gonna backpack Europe in a few months you might as well get acquainted with this."

With that Mike lowered his underwear. I just about fainted. His cock was, like the rest of him, perfect looking. Easily 4 inches long dangling soft over his nuts, and looked thick as hell too. Even his nuts and pubes looked perfect on him.

Mike put his hands on his hips, which made his entire body look like it was chiseled out of marble. "You just gonna stand there and drink in the eye candy? Let's see what you've got."

I sheepishly pulled the rest of my clothes off. I'm not a prude by any stretch, having parents from Europe I didn't have any hang-ups. But I still felt small around him. My dick is about 7.5 inches hard and well shaped, so I'm comfortable with that, I just wished in that moment that I exercised. My slim frame wasn't exactly sexy, at least not to me. What I was most worried about was possibly popping a boner around Mike.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Mike said. "At least not unless you can stop drooling."

"Fuck you."

Mike laughed and ran toward the dock. I followed him and leapt into the water, and holy fuck he was right. It did feel amazing. And it was cold as hell. We messed around, swimming and throwing stones, and it was all pretty chaste, just two dudes hanging out. Nude. In a lake. With no one around. I wasn't sure if we'd be murdered by a maniac or wind up fucking. Neither wound up happening.

Which brings us to tonight, three months later. We'd just graduated high school, and Mike was pissed that his dad's mechanic's shop wasn't doing so well, so we would have to delay our trip to Europe. Instead Mike decided we'd load up the car with beer (he knew people), weed (he knew a lot of people) and CDs and do a random road trip.

We wound up inexplicably in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Which was a colossal mistake because there were literally no hotels available within 20 miles in the month of June. We finally found a cheap motel in the middle of West Nowhere. It was late, there was nothing to do, and we were stuck.

That was when Mike decided we'd have a little party. Out came the shitty beer, a bit of pot, and a deck of cards. Looking back on itÉ that was the moment everything changed.

We played a couple rounds of blackjack (poker wouldn't be in vogue for a few years yet), literally playing for peanuts. That's when Mike got the idea to "make things a little more interesting."

"We each draw a hand, whoever wins the loser has to do whatever he says."

Now I know you're reading that and thinking, "typical, I know where this is going." However this is, in fact, what Mike said. It wasn't unusual for us to make random bets on things, usually resulting in one of us having to do something embarrassing. So I told him "You're on."

I won the first round. I sat back in on the bed I had claimed and thought about what challenge I'd give him, like I was a Bond villain. "Alright Mikey. You need to get us some more ice. And you have to do it naked."

Mike downed the rest of his beer, took a deep drag from his joint, and stood up. He shucked his clothes faster than I thought possible considering we were buzzed. He ran out the door with the ice bucket and was back like a minute later. Pulled his clothes back on just as fast and I was really disappointed he wasn't giving me more of a show.

Next round. I won again, despite actually trying to lose. I was feeling like this could get kinky, or at least interesting, and was more than willing to submit myself to his demands. If anything it might give me a better idea if he'd be down with hooking up, or was at least curious.

For his second challenge I decided to step it up and go for what I wanted. "That ice you just got? You've got to rub it all over your body for 3 minutes."

Mike grinned. "You're gonna pay for this."

"Uh huh, sure I will. As soon as you manage to win."

Mike put the bucket of ice on the floor and shucked his shoes and socks. I started humming a striptease song, probably from Gypsy, because oh my god you guys who did anybody not know about me?

Anyway, Mike took the hint. He started stripping out of his clothes and really took his time this time. Teasing pop of the shirt here, teasing flash of the ass there. Finally he stepped out of his underwear and faced me. My god he was breathtaking.

He reached into the bucket and picked up a hunk of ice. He slowly started rubbing it against his skin, which was turning pink. He muttered "Jesus" a few times, but he's a trooper, and was very thorough, making sure to get every inch of skin in contact with the ice for at least a moment. When he put it behind his back I expected him to turn around, but instead he continued to face me, his taught abs and pecs straining from his arms "cleaning" his back. His waist was thrust forward slightly. It was almost like he was presenting himself to me. As my eyes slowly studied his body, made hazy by a few beers, I realized that the entire time Mike was staring at me. If there was any doubt in his mind that I just thoroughly checked him out it was gone.

Instead of looking away I stared back. Trying to read his mind. He finally dropped the melting hunk of ice back into the bucket.

"We're not putting that in our drinks."

Mike erupted with hearty laughter and pulled his shorts back on. No underwear, no shirt. He cracked his knuckles and started shuffling the deck. "Let's make this more interesting."

"Really? Because I've found it pretty damn interesting." I said as I cracked open a fresh beer.

"Yeah I could tell." Mike didn't look at me, but he smirked in this sexy way he does. "Double or nothing."

"How are we going to double nothing? We're not really betting anything."

"That's where the more interesting part comes in. Besides, statistically speaking, I'm bound to win the next round."

"Actually, statistically speaking, you're not."

"Whatever, Brainiac. LoserÉ has to do whatever the winner wants."

"How's the different from what we were already doing?"

"For ten minutes. No complaining. No questions. If I win, I basically own you."

"For ten minutes."

Mike chuckled. "A lot can happen in ten minutes."

I think I got a little light-headed. I know my hands were shaking a bit.

"Deal."

Mike dealt the cards. No matter what happened I was going to keep hitting until I busted, because there was a noticeable electricity in the air and I for damn sure wanted to find out what it meant. He deals me a King. He gets a four. Mike just stared at the cards, dumbfounded. I flip my other card over. Ace.

Blackjack.

Fuck. Me. And Mike thinks this isn't working out well for him?

Which is how, a few minutes later, we wound up in the bizarre, slightly hilarious situation that began this story. I was drunk, a little high, very horny, and Mike was definitely putting off signals.

He stood up, looking a bit dejected for losing every hand. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. "I'm assuming you want these off?"

I was a bit surprised he just offered it up like that.

"Ollie?" as he said my name he was slowly lowering his shorts until his full, manly bush and the base of his cock was visible. "You want me to take these off? Since you made me get naked both other times."

"Ah, yeah, sure," I said. My mind was racing. Mike smiled and yanked his shorts down and casually stepped out of them. He put his hands on his hips again. God again with that pose that made me hard as a rail every time I thought about it.

"You going to set your alarm? Ten minutes."

I switched on the stopwatch on my phone.

"Ollie? Before you start the clock you want to tell me what you want me to do? I don't want you to miss out on anything." There was that smirk again.

"Ten full minutes. You gotta lay there on your bed, on your back, totally nude. Hands behind your head so you can relax."

"Relax, right."

"Nothing to be shy about, I've seen it already."

"Oh I am not shy dude."

"We'll see about that."

Mike stretched out on top of the sheets and folded his arms behind him. I was transfixed. His body was just so perfectly proportioned. I slowly eyed my way from his feet to his head, and it was obvious he clearly didn't have any problem putting himself on display like this. When I finally looked into his eyes he was staring at me with that sexy smirk.

I got up to put the second part of my plan in action, but first turned back to him. "One more rule, the lasting rule. You're not allowed to move your arms anymore."

Mike cocked an eyebrow. "Whatever floats your boat Ollie. I'm just gonna lay here and think up how I'm going to get you back when it's my turn."

"Your turn? I thought this was the last round?"

"Like hell it is. We're going to keep playing, all night, until I win your ass."

I turned on the television and picked up the remote. "Don't worry dude, I'll pay for this." I turned on the porn channel.

Mike gasped. "Oh you fucking asshole."

I grinned. "Ten minutes, and you have to watch the TV. No moving onto your stomach, and no moving your arms."

"You are most definitely going to pay for this," Mike replied.

The video was pretty much standard fare porn that was badly edited because hotels seem to have an issue showing too much. A pretty blonde woman was trying to catch her breath while getting railed from behind. Her moans were incredibly sexy.

I sat on the edge of Mike's bed and chuckled. "Wow, she is really enjoying herself. Look at the way she's pounding back at that guy. Are you enjoying yourself buddy?"

I looked at Mike, and his eyes were glued to the screen. I watched as his cock rapidly filled with blood. As it got harder I realized he was both a shower and a grower; Debbie clearly wasn't kidding when she told him she couldn't take any more. Like the rest of him his cock was perfectly proportioned. Uniformly thick from base to tip, with a large head. He had at least an inch on my 7.5, possibly more. Once his cock was fully hard I noticed how huge his balls were too. They were slowly moving around in his sack and were clearly full.

"Damn dude," I said. "Now I know why the girls are always after you."

"Not really." His eyes remained glued to the screen, the sounds of the blonde getting fucked six ways from Sunday filling the room.

"Not really what? Of course they are."

"Most of them are until I try to stick it in them. Then they freak out. I go home with blue balls more than I score. A lot more."

Minutes when by as we continued to watch the movie. I was hard as a rock myself, but not because of the video. I kept stealing glances at Mike's bod, and my mind started reeling trying to think of other ways I could keep this going. I was becoming more and more lusty, and my desire was to make Mike cum.

That's when I caught him absentmindedly moving one of his arms, his hand going to his chest. His breathing had sped up and I noticed his feet kept clenching for some reason. His hand wasn't going further down, instead I saw him pinch one of his nipples.

"Uh uh, dude. No using your hands."

Mike groaned and put his hands back behind his head. "Fuck you Ollie. I wasn't trying to cover up."

"You play with your nipples?"

Mike sighed. "Yeah. Feels good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. If I pinch them right before I cum, wellÉ I cum a ton anyway, but when I'm playing with my nips I shoot like a fire hose."

"That seems like an apt description for that big cock of yours."

"Yeah?" He was looking at me now. The smirk was gone, replaced by something else. Curiosity? Lust? "You think my cock is big?"

I nodded. "Yeah dude. It's big."

"Bigger than yours?"

"Yep."

"Because you know you're getting naked again when it's my turn."

"I figured."

That's when I noticed a small dribble of precum oozing from the head of his cock. The woman in the video was now getting double teamed, but neither Mike nor I were paying much attention.

I gingerly reached out and brushed my fingertips across one of his nipples. His cock jumped and Mike moaned and closed his eyes.

I chuckled. "I think you liked that dude?"

"Fuck yeah."

Feeling a little bolder I massaged his pec a bit. Solid, warm muscle. I tweaked his nipple, harder this time.

"Fuuuuck," Mike moaned. "Your hands are cold."

"Sorry dude."

"Not complaining man."

"I'll stop."

"Like hell you will."

"I think you're enjoying this too much," I said teasingly. Meanwhile I tweaked his other nipple. His cock jumped again. He was leaking precum like crazy now, it was pooling around his belly button and abs.

At that moment the buzzer went off on my phone. Ten minutes was up. My hands were hovering over his chest. Mike had broken out in a mild sweat which made his body gleam in the dim light of the hotel room. I gently massaged his chest again. Mike sighed.

"Time's up," I said.

"Finally, fuck," his arms swung around and he started to stroke his cock. We had clearly crossed a line somewhere, probably because of my filthy mind, and now one of my closest friends was jacking off in front of me. Hell, not just in front of me, with me kneeling beside him with my hands on his chest.

I grabbed his wrist. "Not so fast dude."

"Ollie, I need to get off."

"Ten minutes might be up, but I didn't say you were allowed to use your hands."

"Oh fuck you man."

"You want to make it double or nothing."

Mike was desperately trying to stoke himself but I was holding his wrist steady.

"Fuck the card game dude. I gotta cum."

"Double or nothing. You're not allowed to touch yourself with your hands for the rest of the night."

He glared at me like a trapped animal.

"And in returnÉ I forfeit the next 5 rounds."

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. We'd already crossed one line, and I just pretty much leaped across the rest of them with one sentence.

Mike let go of my wrist and sighed. I wasn't sure if it was resignation or contentment. He made a big show of stretching his arms out, lacing his fingers together, and placed his hands back behind his head. "You got a deal."

The last of my breath fueled by nerves left me. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"So, what would you like me to do first dude?"

Mike nodded toward his suitcase. "There's oil in there."

"Oil?"

"Massage oil. I use it on my leg in case it rains."

"I'm not sure if I'd be any good at giving you a massage."

Mike eyed me directly. "Well we're going to find out."

I got up and went over to his suitcase and fished out the bottle of oil. I heard Mike start laughing. "Something funny?"

"That tent in your shorts looks uncomfortable as hell."

I looked down. I knew I was hard, but in the excitement of taking the game up a notch I forgot about it. My cock was obscenely stiff and jutting straight out, creating a comical effect.

"Oops," I said.

"No worries, I'm flattered."

"Yeah?"

"Drop `em."

"What?"

"Drop. Your. Shorts. Shirt too while you're at it. I wouldn't want you get oil all over your clothes. And I shouldn't be the only one here stark naked with a huge boner."

I self-consciously pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled the drawstring on my shorts and they fell to the floor. Mike was staring at me the whole time. And his cock was still hard as a railroad spike. I yanked off my underwear and headed back to the bed with the bottle of massage oil. My hard-on was bobbing like it was attached to springs.

Mike settled in, the sexy smirk back on his face. I poured some of the oil into my hands and breathed on it to warm it up. Then I carefully placed my hands on his abs and deeply stroked up toward his pecs. I could feel each muscle in his chest tense and then relax. Mike groaned.

"Was that okay?" I asked. My desire to please him was growing stronger.

"Hell yeah that was okay."

I poured a little more oil on his chest. Some got caught in his hair, and some trickled down his sides onto the sheets.

"Fuck dude, we're making a mess," I said. "I should get towels for you to lay on."

"Nah, the sheets are already messed up. Besides I'm gonna be sleeping in your bed tonight."

I just about swallowed by own tongue. "You, ah, will?"

Mike just grinned. "It's big enough to get the job done. Don't you think?"

I nodded. My heart was racing again. If I knew he'd be so matter-of-fact about it I'd have tried to seduce him years ago. Though I was still not convinced the night would actually stay on this course. Mike was very straight. Or at least straight enough.

I started massaging him lightly under his breast bone. His other bone was still stiff, which didn't go unnoticed. "Do you want me to turn off the lights?"

"Nah, I want you to be able to see what you're doing."

I gave him another upstroke, across his abs, across his pecs, to his shoulders. He let out another sigh. Slowly I slid my hands back down his chest, and then started the upswing again. I did it very slowly, so I could catch both of his nipples between my fingers. I gave a light pinch.

"Oh fuck yeah Ollie."

"That feel good?"

"Dude I'm loving the way your hands are working over my bod."

"You've got a great bod."

Mike chuckled. His eyes were closed. "There's more to my bod than just my chest though."

"Yeah, IÉ um, am a little nervous."

Mike opened his eyes and looked at me softly. "Don't be nervous. I'm not."

"No?"

"Nope. Any part of my bod you want to touch, go for it."

I grinned. "Like here?" I stroked over his hips to his thighs, barely avoiding his cock in the process. I must have tickled him around the hips because he jerked up and tensed his abs.

Stifling a laugh he said, "Sure, dick." He laid back down while I massaged his calves and inner thighs. To get a better angle I got on my knees between his legs. He spread his legs for me. God even his legs were solid muscle. All those years of soccer were kind to him.

I stoked my hands up and down his legs, edging closer and closer to his balls. I tried alternating pressure, deep stokes followed by light touches. Mike was practically purring. Inching myself further between his legs, I let my fingers gently float over his abs back to his pecs. This time I pinched his nipples with more determination. His rock hard cock throbbed.

"Fuck Ollie, I can't keep this up."

"You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no. I want you toÉ" for the first time his bossiness halted.

"Want me to do this?" Throwing all remaining caution to the wind I firmly grabbed his cock and stoked up, then let it snap back down onto his belly. Mike's reaction was priceless. He arched his back and let out the sexiest moan.

"I think you liked that too," I said, slowly stroking his hips.

"Please Ollie," he whispered while taking a hold of my wrist and pulling it toward his cock.

"Uh uh, no hands."

Mike sighed with frustration and put his arms behind his head again.

"Tell me what you want Mike," I said, leaning over his chest and brazenly pinching his nipples again.

"Please," he was almost whimpering now. I leaned forward again, this time lowering my mouth down to his chest. In the process my stomach pressed against his waist. I could feel his cock throb, hot and perfect, against my chest.

"Tell me what you want me to do for my first challenge Mike," I whispered. I flicked my tongue across the tip of his left nipple, then moved to the right one. Putting the nub between my teeth I lightly bit it. Again his cock throbbed against me. I was slowly grinding my hips to maximize the pressure I was putting on his cock.

"Oh fuck yeah Ollie," was his only reply. He sounded desperate.

"Just want me to keep doing this?" I asked, flicking my tongue across his chest? "Or this?" I grinded hard against his hips this time, pressing his big cock down harder. I could feel his precum sticking to my chest.

Finally Mike relented. In the quietest voice he said, "Make me cum."

I sat up quickly and Mike let out another disappointed moan. "Sorry buddy, I didn't hear you."

"Yes you did."

"I thought you said you want me to make you cum. Is that what you want dude?"

"Yeah. Dude you've had me boned for, like, ever, and I haven't cum in about a week and a half. See how full my balls are?" Mike spread his legs further and arched his back again, hosting his hips up. And clearly trying to get his cock near my hands again.

"Easy tiger," I chuckled, warming up my hands again. "You want me to make you cum?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Make me cum."

I slowly stroked my hands up his legs again. "Okay dude. I'm going to make you cum."

Mike sighed again and settled down. Again I gripped his rock hard cock firmly. "I'm going to make this big, awesome cock shoot, buddy."

"Fuck yeah, Ollie."

"Want me to keep doing this?" I asked, while firmly stroking his cock. It was thick enough that my fingers couldn't touch. With my other hand I massaged his balls. His cock felt amazing in my hands.

"Or would you prefer this?" I loosened my grip and lightly, very, very slowly, stroked his cock from the base to the tip, then back down again. A dollop of precum, whiter this time, oozed from his cock. I slid my thumb over it and used it to add lube.

Mike was now panting and starting to squirm. "Oh god Ollie, you're killing me."

"I'm not killing you dude," I whispered. "I'm going to make you cum. That's what you want right?"

"Yes. Please."

"Has it really been a week and a half?"

"Yes. Please dude, make me cum."

"You didn't jerk off during that time?"

"No, I don't like it. It's better when," he took a deep breath. My hands were still lightly caressing his cock and balls. "SomebodyÉ please Ollie, I'm on the edge."

"Since it's been a few days I want to make this as satisfying as possible for you Mike. Can I play with your nipples while I stroke you?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Will that make you cum extra hard?"

"Like crazy. It'll be the biggest load you've ever seen, I swear."

I let go of his cock completely and stroked my way up his chest again. His back went up just as I gently flicked my thumbs across his nipples.

"Yeah, Mikey, you want me to drain your balls tonight?"

"Yeah."

"That's probably not going to happen the first time though. It might take a few rounds to completely empty you."

"SÉ s'ok."

With one hand I slowly went back to stroking him. The other continued to play with his nipple.

"Yeah? You want to make all my challenges result in you cumming?"

"Fuck. Yes."

"Because I want to satisfy you. I want to see if I can drain you completely."

"Yeah. Fuck. OllieÉ"

"No more hesitation. Anything goes."

"Oh fuck yeah."

"You just tell me how you want to cum and I'll do it."

"God yeah Ollie. Christ I'm so close."

"This is just round one?"

"RoundÉ fuckingÉ one. Gonna make you serve my cock."

As soon as he said cock I let go of his and massaged my way back up his chest. "Will it make you cum harder if I play with both of your nips?"

"LikeÉ aÉ fuckingÉ yesÉ"

"Because I only have two hands." I lowered my head toward his crotch and exhaled over his cock.

"Oh my god. Fuck yeah, Ollie."

Slowly I snaked my tongue up the underside of his cock. The massage oil tasted a little weird, but there was a saltiness mixed with it. His precum.

Mike was shaking uncontrollably now. I flicked the head of his dick with my tongue. Yeah, that was definitely the saltiness.

Then I went down on him in one smooth motion. Took his entire cock in my mouth until I felt his pubes against my nose. Mike let out a surprised yelp.

I was shocked I didn't gag. And once his cock was in my mouth I decided playtime was over. I was starving for it. I needed it. I needed to please him, to make him cum so hard he saw stars. I started sucking him off like my life depended on it.

Mike was going absolutely fucking bonkers. Writhing around, moaning while I went to town on his cock with my mouth and my fingers worked his nipples over.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he continued to moan. Suddenly I felt his hands on my head. Guess we could skip that rule for a few minutes. He wasn't trying to force my head down further Ð I was already skewering my throat with eight and half thick inches of hot, hard cock. It was almost like he was petting me. Stroking my hair. "Fuck, Ollie, I'mÉ closeÉ holy fucking shitÉ holyÉ I'm gonnaÉ almost."

I continued to hoover his cock relentlessly.

"Ollie I'm gonnaÉ if you don't stop I'mÉ"

I sucked with more abandon now, flicking my tongue across his dick slit on every upstroke.

"Oh shit," Mike yelled. "Oh shit Ollie, I can't hold it!"

When Mike came inside my mouth it nearly made me cum as well. He let out a loud gasp while his cock throbbed, heavy spurt after heavy spurt. I started swallowing immediately, not wanting a drop of his seed to go to waste. I didn't keep track of how many times his cock fired off, but it was a lot. He wasn't kidding about cumming like a fire hose.

I looked up at him while I continued to nurse on his cock, which was deflating a bitÉ but not much. He was staring at me with a look of astonished wonder on his face. I continued to suck and swallow and tried to grin, which probably came across more like I was insane.

Mike finally started giggling and pulled me off his cock, which still hadn't gone down completely. He tugged at my shoulders so I could lay my head on top of his chest.

"Fucking wow, man," Mike muttered, while stroking my arm. "Wow fucking wow."

"Was that okay?"

"Was that fucking okay?!? I've never cum like that in my life."

I smiled a content grin.

"I totally didn't expect you to suck me off. And I really didn't expect you to swallow my load like that."

"I told you I'd do anything to satisfy you."

"God damn. If I knew you had skills like that we would have started doing this a long time ago man."

"Well," I said, playfully stroking his hardening nipple. "I think we're gonna make up for lost time. I've got to make you cum 4 more times."

"You were serious dude?"

"Hell yeah."

"Oh man this is gonna be Ð you're really down with just making me cum?"

"Yeah. I almost came myself from sucking you off. So I'm clearly getting off on it too."

"Fuck yeah dude! God damn if I knew you'd be so hot to trot for my cock I'd have booked us down here for a month instead of a weekend."

I gently bit on his nipple while my hand snaked down his stomach toward that magnificent cock. "Feels like this thing is getting warmed up for round two."

"Fuck yeah, dude. You want to suck me off again?"

"Definitely. I'd rather get you off that way than jerking you off. Your cum is too good to waste."

"I am very okay with that little buddy. But, ahÉ" I felt him lightly brush his fingers down my spine. "When you said you'd do anything?"

I looked up at him while pushing my butt up toward his hand. "Anything."

His fingertip slid down my crack and came to rest directly on my hole. I felt him press his fingertip on my ass. I pushed back against him Ð hot being lubed there was no way it was going in, but I made my intention clear.

Mike let out a low whistle. "God damn Ollie. You're gonna give me this too?"

"Yeah, you're gonna have to go slow at first though. It's going to be tight."

"I can feel that. Damn your ass is gonna feel amazing around my cock."

"Your cock is going to feel amazing turning my ass into your sperm bank."

Then Mike surprised me. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, lightly. Yeah, I know I just swallowed his cum, and told him he could fuck me, but still the kiss was unexpected.

"You've made me super hard again."

"I can feel that."

I sat up and swung one of my legs over his chest. I scooted my butt down a bit, until I felt Mike's cock pressing against my crack. I started massaging his chest again, while ever so slightly moving my hips up and down, feeling his cock press against me.

Mike motioned me toward him with a crooked finger. He took my face in his hands and kissed me again, this time with his tongue swirling against mine. I moaned. I rocked my hips backward, feeling his hard cock against my ass, the hotness of it against my hole. I raised my hips more until I felt just the tip of his cock pressing on my asshole. He moaned.

I reached over and picked up the bottle of massage oil. I wasn't sure if this was going to work, but I was bound and determined. I poured some oil on my hands and reached behind me to start slicking his cock up. Mike poured a bit into his hands as well and started going to work on my hole.

The first time I felt his finger pop inside me I gasped.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, IÉ wow." He kept his finger inside me like that for what seemed like an eternity, then he slowly started stroking my hole from the inside. Suddenly I felt an intense feeling that made me light headed. I shuddered.

"That's it dude." Mike said with a grin.

I broke into a sweat. "Oh myÉ godÉ"

Mike grinned while slowly fingering me. "Feel good?"

"IÉ yeah. I think. I mean," I suddenly let out a loud moan and shuddered again. I didn't feel like I was in control of my own body any more. My dick was sticking straight up in the air, I was sweating like a whore in church, and Mike was slowly teasing my ass with his finger.

"I think you like it," Mike said as I felt a second finger slide inside me. It didn't feel so much like he was stretching me out. He was trying to warm me up. And it was working, big time. "Just think how good my cock is gonna feel."

"Oh god," I was now rocking back and forth on his fingers, trying to get him to press harder.

"You want my cock inside you?"

"YeahÉ IÉ godÉ MikeÉ"

"You made me say it, now I want to hear you say it."

"I want your cock in me."

Mike stopped moving his fingers entirely. "Sorry, I'm not sure I understood you, Ollie."

"Mike."

"That's my name."

"I want. Your cock. I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me."

Mike withdrew his fingers and I sighed. This was torture. Then I felt his cock head against my hole again. My heartbeat went into overdrive. This was gonna be it.

"This is what you want?" Mike asked, slowing teasing my hole with his cock.

"Yes. I'm yourÉ"

Mike arched an eyebrow.

"I'm yours. My hole is yours. My mouth. My body. Everything."

His eyes never left mine as felt his cockhead press against my hole. I tried to remember what I was supposed to do, then instinctively relaxed and tried pushing out. His cockhead popped inside me.

"Oh. My. God." It felt impossibly big.

"Take your time, dude," Mike whispered, stroking my arms. "I'm not gonna do anything unless you're ready for it."

"OhÉ kay." My breathing was getting heavy.

"You want me to take it out?" he asked. "I don't want to break you the first time we fuck."

I shook my head, but wasn't entirely sure if I meant it.

Mike pulled me down by my shoulders and kissed me tenderly again. "Once you get used to this, me inside you, I think that's all you're going to want."

"That's not," I kissed him deeply. "True."

"You're going to want my big cock inside you all the time aren't you?" I could slowly feel him pressing against my hips. Centimeter by centimeter he was taking more of my hole.

"IÉ yeahÉ want," I was making out with him with abandon now.

"Good, because we're gonna do this again, dude. A lot. No girl has ever swallowed my cum, but you loved it."

"Yeah I did."

"And not many girls let me fuck them," Mike whispered.

"You're tooÉ so bigÉ so fuckingÉ" It now felt like I was sliding down a water slide, if the water slide was my friend's rock hard cock. Then I felt it. The tip of his cock rubbed over my prostate. And I fucking lost all control of my senses. I can't even remember what I said, because it wasn't any human language.

Mike had a look of astonishment on his face. And with one smooth, non-stop move, I sat down on him. His full, thick eight and a half inches was inside me to the hilt. I started to shudder uncontrollably. I was a little worried that we did some damage, but it also felt too good. I slowly started rocking my hips.

"There you go buddy," Mike whispered. "You've got it all now."

All I could do was nod. I started rocking my hips faster. With every stroke against my prostate my eyes would roll back in my head. I think I was drooling. No, definitely was drooling. "SoÉ bigÉ soÉ good," I moaned.

"Yeah babe, ride me like you own my cock. Nice big thick cock that I'll put inside you any time you need it. Every day if you want. God damn you feel so good."

"You," I whimpered. "Good. Fuck. Me."

Mike slid his hands up my back, which was now covered in sweat. In one swift movement he rolled us over, never once pulling his cock out or slowing down the motion. On instinct I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. I tried wrapping my legs around his waist so I could pull him in tighter, but I wasn't capable of motor functions.

Mike took the hint and lifted my legs over his shoulders. "Yeah, this how you want it Ollie? Your legs open like you're my whore? Your hole totally open to taking my cock as hard and deep as I want?"

"FuckÉ me," I moaned.

Mike started to really fuck me now. The gentleness, tenderness, was gone. Now we were animals. Machines. His strokes were long, hard, and relentless, always pulling out til just the tip of his cock was inside me, then slamming back in. Our sweat was mingling. His cock was sending me to another plane. All I could hear was his breathing, and mine, the sound of his hips and balls slapping against my ass while his cock pummeled me mercilessly.

I was impressed with his staying power. Yeah I'd just blown him, and it was an enormous load that I swallowed, but damn if he wasn't fucking me within an inch of insanity. My body felt like jelly. My prostate was screaming in pleasure every few seconds, my limbs were limp. Mike and I were just grunting. We both had one cause Ð to make him cum.

Not that I wasn't hard of course, I was from the second he touched my hole. By I didn't feel the need to touch myself. I was truly getting off of letting him use me.

"OllieÉ fuck," Mike whimpered.

"You getting close?"

"YeahÉ real close. You want me to-"

"Michael if you pull out I swear to god you're never fucking me again."

His pace picked up, "Oh fuck yeah! You're gonna take my load."

It was more of a statement than a question. I think. Just to make sure I started meeting his thrusts back. Where I was finding the strength I don't know. "That's it Mikey, give it to me." The sweat was dripping off his forehead onto my face. "Fill me up man, let me feel that big horse cock shoot inside me."

"Oh fuck," Mike groaned. "I'm gonna-"

Suddenly we were taken by surprise when cum started spontaneously shooting out of my dick. I was experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life, it felt like a full-body orgasm. At that moment every part of me started spasming, including my hole. Mike just yelled "Holy-" and thrust deep inside me to the hilt. Stream after heavy stream of his cum was shooting out of his cock and into my guts. It seemed like it took him forever to stop cumming, despite that being his second load. I brought his face toward mine, still out of breath, and started kissing him, licking the sweat off him, my legs still wrapped around his shoulders while I felt him continue to jerk and jolt and twich, my hole continuing to tighten and loosen each time he pressed his hips against mine. We both wanted his cock to depositing his load as deep inside me as possible.

"Holy fuck." Mike finally muttered.

"Yep." I nodded as a tongued more sweat from his shoulders.

"Good thing you can't get pregnant dude."

"No kidding. I can feel the warmth inside me. I think you pumped like a pint of cum into me."

Mike just nodded and cleared his throat. "Dude you came just from me fucking you."

"That's one way of putting it, yeah."

"You must love my cock."

"Yeah. The rest ain't bad either."

Mike chuckled. "We are definitely going to keep doing this right?"

"Yup."

"Cause I could definitely get used to this. Between your mouth and your ass it was like you were born to take my cock."

I kissed him again as I slowly felt him slide out of me.

"You want to take a shower?" he asked.

"You go ahead. I'm just gonna try to see if I can walk."

Mike grinned and kissed my forehead. As he headed into the bathroom he nonchalantly muttered, "Hey Ollie? Don't forget. That was only round two."