Author's Note: This story is fiction (unfortunately), although the characters and some of the events are based on reality. It is the sole property of the author and may not be reused or excerpted without his permission. If you enjoy this story (particularly if you jerk off to it!), I would love to hear your comments and feedback at bro-24@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading!
Where There's a Will There's a Way
Chapter 1
I was almost certain Will was gay. Or at least bi. But I still didn't know for sure. If there was going to be any time I would find out, it would be that night. He had asked me to join him on a camping trip and knew that if something was going to happen between us, it would be there -- alone in the woods, the perfect opportunity to give into our desires if they were in fact mutual.
As for me, I was deep in the closet. At 24, it was a honed art of hiding my desires and concealing my wandering eyes. For many years I had guessed I was bi -- dating girls, sometimes with a steady girlfriend and frequent straight sex -- but I had enjoyed experimenting with boys as a young teenager, sucking dicks with a couple of horny friends and jerking off with curious buddies at sleepovers. I'd even hooked up with a couple of guys from the internet during my college years, only getting as far as oral and make outs. Yet I had kept that side of me apart for all that time, as straight as they come to my friends and family. It was when I was alone, without much thought to it other than it felt good, that my fantasies were always about guys. By this time I was single, living in a one-bedroom apartment, spending too many hours in long edge sessions to gay porn and imagine scenarios of hot sex with men. Many, if not most of those starred Will.
There had been signs Will might be down. The lingering looks that didn't seem imagined. The gay jokes that were just a little too spot on. The earrings and perfectly cropped haircut he arrived with this summer when he came back from school.
Then there had been moments when I was sure he had gay thoughts like me. Once when we were grabbing some weekend supplies at Target, I caught him ogling a poster of a shirtless David Beckham.
"He's so hot," he had said when I walked up next to him.
I was speechless, not sure how to respond. All I could mumble was a confused, "what?"
"His wife," he said. "Victoria. She's so hot."
Had he caught himself? Or just misspoke? Maybe he was testing me. I had no idea, but I wasn't about to confront him, so afraid was I of being outed myself. In the end, we both said nothing more about it and went on nothing had happened. But I remembered that moment, that accidental admission or Freudian slip, or whatever it was, because, real or not, it was closest he had come to showing that he was into dudes too.
Will was 22 and gorgeous. He was shorter, like me, maybe 5'7" or 5'8", with auburn hair that complemented his big, dreamy brown eyes. His cute face was so delicate, with wispy thin eyebrows and perfect smooth skin. I desperately wanted to make out with his rose-hued lips, to feel them pressed hard against my own before I looked down to see them wrapped around my hard cock. I wanted to feel down his body, caressing his defined chest and firm stomach. I imagined wrapping my arms around him, sliding my hands from the wide shoulders that tapered down his back to his most alluring of features -- a full, round ass that perked out from his body and always filled out his shorts. Will wasn't muscular, but he was fit and trim; he was a bit of a twink, smooth and masculine and beautiful.
I had seen his hard cock. Intentional or not, he had left two dick picks on a hard drive he let me borrow once to rip his music files. It was amongst hundreds of other pics, but as hungry for him as I was, I had combed through them all hoping to find any view of him that would add to my masturbatory fodder. I saved those two pics and looked at them often, admiring what looked to be 6 inches of perfectly shaped meat, thick with a delicious looking head and low hanging balls. When I returned the drive, I never said a word. If he knew what he had given me, or realized it after, he never mentioned it either.
He was beautiful, to be sure, but it was his sex appeal that attracted me most. Some people just have an air of sex about them, and Will had a pull on me like no one I had ever known. He was always neat and clean, groomed and manicured. Girls hung around him in gaggles and I wondered if it was because they felt the same allure or because they felt so comfortable around a man like him -- the same comfort I felt. He talked about sex casually and often, although rarely sharing many personal details. He was gentle, sensual in his words and movements, but undoubtedly masculine. While his features were smooth and tidy, his essence was rugged and manly and natural. Simply put, I wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
Will had just graduated and was back from college, spending the summer at home as he figured out his life's direction. He had been in town a couple of weeks before I ran into him at a bar, both of us out with our respective friends for some Friday night drinking. He looked stunning when I saw him, the earrings and hair nearly flattening me to the floor. But I kept my cool and we hung out for a while. We talked about summer plans and traded some stories about places we'd camped at, a shared passion for both of us. I thought I saw something in the way he looked at me as we talked, that same vague sense that he wanted what I did, but I buried that down and just enjoyed being with him.
"Actually, I'm going camping this weekend," he said.
"Nice, where at?" I asked.
"Acton Lake," he replied. "There's a great site a couple mile hike out from the main park. It's like being in the middle of nowhere."
"Sweet," I said. "That's the best camping."
"For sure. No one around, no noise, and you can see the fucking Milky Way."
"Really? Man, I haven't seen that in years. Hard to get that isolated around here."
He looked at me for a second, then I saw a small smile growing on his face.
"You should come!" He said.
"Yeah?" I thought it over for a moment. The image of Will naked in a tent beside me popped in my head. I pushed it away. "Who's going?"
"Just me," he said. "And you, if you want."
After a couple of hours of hiking we arrived at the spot he had promised. My eyes had been nearly glued to his round ass as I followed him down the trail, and my desire for him was quickly becoming overwhelming. His hiking shorts were tight, hugging his full cheeks in a thin grey nylon that folded and shifted as he walked, and I had to force myself to think of other things as not to show the lust I had been hiding so deep.
I admired the beauty of the campsite, agreeing that we were truly beyond any human touch. We set about pitching a small tent, collecting some firewood, and arranging our gear. Will had hiked in a twelve pack in a cooler bag that we were eager to break open. After munching on some food and building a fire, we spread a blanket on the ground, propped up our bags to lean against, and laid down to relax.
We drank our beers and chatted about whatever. Will and I had known each other for years, having met at a summer job when we were younger. We had some mutual friends and had hung out occasionally ever since, mostly during summers when one or both of us was back from school. We always seemed to connect. Even if he was usually soft-spoken and a bit shy, between he and I, the conversations seemed to constantly be flowing. He told me about his past year at school and some of the wild times that reminded me of the days in college that weren't that far behind me. After two beers, we were laughing and telling stories, enjoying the open air, and starting to buzz.
As the firelight grew and the night creeped in, I snuck peeks at his body, quick glimpses of his legs as the light flickered on them and glances at his crotch, hoping to make out any shape underneath before I risked getting caught. I was horny, and the beer wasn't helping. Being practiced at the art of playing it straight, I tried not to let on to my secret interest and refrained from saying anything obvious. But it was getting harder.
I realized at some point he didn't mention any girls -- a highlight of most young men's college experience, including my own. There's a probable reason for that, I thought to myself. The same reason I hadn't mentioned any girls. My curiosity was piqued, and I thought perhaps this would be an opening to see if our reasons were the same. But even if I were wrong, it wouldn't hurt to ask what was up on that front -- we'd talked about relationships plenty before.
"So whatever happened to Sarah?" I asked.
"Aw, you know, we just kinda went our separate ways," he said, not expressing much.
"Too bad," I said. "I liked her."
"She was great," he said passively. "But she was moving down to North Carolina and I still had like a year of school. So...you know, it just wasn't gonna work."
"Yeah," I agreed. "You guys were really into each other there for a while."
"Yeah, we were." He paused for a long moment. Took a drink of beer. "We were really into each other," he said with some emphasis.
"Oh?" I wasn't sure what he was implying.
"Yeah," he replied. "Dude, we used to fuck so much."
I laughed, choking on the beer I had brought up to my mouth. I wasn't expecting that. He laughed too, taking a long drink as I wiped my mouth and brushed the spilled liquid off my shirt. As I settled back down, I felt two things: I was excited to hear him mention sex; but also, knowing he had been regularly fucking a girl was a swipe at my restrained hope. But, I thought to myself aided by the beer, it wouldn't hurt to keep going down that road of his sexual encounters, even if it didn't lead to me.
"I bet you miss that," I said casually.
"Yeah man. It was constant. She had the best DSL's."
"DSL's?" I looked at him quizzically.
"Dick Sucking Lips," he explained, pouting his lips and making a sucking motion in my direction.
"Ahh..." I replied. I stared at his mouth, the thought of those full lips on my cock suddenly filling my brain. My dick moved a little. "Like yours," I half-mumbled.
I was into my third beer. It had slipped out. Fuck, I thought, why did I say that? No, it was cool, he would just take it as a gay joke. But I had said it so seriously.
"Fuck you," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand and another sip of beer. If he had caught my slip-up, he didn't let on. "What about you?" he asked. "You been getting any?"
These were the types of questions that tied my stomach in knots. Sharing my sex life with Will, or the lack thereof, was harder than hiding it from anyone else. There was always the possible assumption that there was another reason a guy was without a girl. Hell, I had just assumed the same thing when I noticed he hadn't mentioned a girl. Even more so with Will, I wasn't just hiding my gay desires, but also that he was the object of so many of my jerk-off fantasies. But I was driven to talk more about sex with him and I would hurdle past that discomfort if playing along meant a chance of messing around.
"Naw, not for a while," I said. I took a drink. "Just busy with my job. And it's hard meeting people out of school."
"I feel ya," he said. We sat quiet for a moment. "Been a while for me too."
"That sucks."
"Just a lot of..." he made a jerk off gesture in the air with a fist.
"Yeah," I laughed. The image of him jerking that perfect hard cock popped in my head. My own began to swell more in my shorts. "A lot," I said emphatically.
"Dude, I'm jerking so much these days." He said it in such a casual tone, like it wasn't even an admission. Just a fact.
"Same, man."
Where was this going, I thought. Were we really talking about our masturbation habits? Was this leading somewhere or just free-flowing conversation muddled by beer?
"How much you do it?" he asked, turning his head from the fire to look right at me.
"That's a very personal question," I said, feigning some offense.
"Very," he said, still looking at me as he took a drink of beer. "How much?"
It was apparent he wasn't going to let it go. He was never this direct. "I don't know," I said, trying to sound unbothered. "Like every day, I guess."
I was nervous. We were approaching that great secret -- my fantasies and lust for Will. But fuck was it a turn on to talk about jerking off with him. Maybe this was leading to something. Maybe he wanted the same thing as me and we were just fumbling around trying to figure out how to get to the good part. Perhaps I could push the envelope a little more, get heavier into sex talk but keep some plausible deniability in case I was wrong. My answer wasn't untrue, my frequency was just understated. In truth, I usually beat off twice, sometimes three times a day. I couldn't keep my hands off my cock most of the time: if it wasn't edging to gay porn, it was to fantasies of Will and his sexy ass. Of course, I wasn't about to share any of that, but he had brought up this wonderful topic. If he gave some indication that I was being weird, I'd just lay it on him that he was the one asking the questions about jerking off. In the meantime, I stared at him waiting for his response to my frequency.
"Same," he said, looking back towards the fire. So he was a horny fucker too. My cock was getting excited, and I had a proper semi going.
"I can't help it, man. It just feels too fucking good," I said, stating the obvious.
"I know, dude!" he exclaimed. "I can't get enough!"
"Me either," I said. We both took a drink. "Man, sometimes I just want to jerk off all day."
"Sometimes I do!" he replied. I burst out laughing and he followed. My dick surged, excited by the thought of Will, stroking that perfect cock in a long edge session. I was now at full mast.
I looked over at his crotch, hoping to see any evidence of a similar response. No dice. Meanwhile, my shorts were tenting and there was no clever way to hide it. If he were to look now, my boner would be obvious. Half of me wished he would.
Will got up, took the couple of steps to the cooler bag, and bent down to grab another beer. My eyes followed, taking in the beauty of his spread, round ass in that thin fabric as he bent over. When he turned around, coming back to the blanket, I saw it -- the evident outline of a very full erection, straining the front of his shorts. I couldn't look away.
He saw me sitting there, staring hard at his crotch, then looked down, suddenly aware of the obviousness of his boner.
"Oh fuck," he said. "Sorry." He quickly lay back down, lifting his knees so the front of his shorts folded up, concealing the spearing protrusion.
"It's cool, man," I said gently.
"I...I..." he stuttered. He was squirming a little, embarrassed, or nervous, and looking at me with tentative eyes. "I just..."
"Dude," I stopped him. "It's cool." I pointed at my own crotch. He looked down at it, his eyes widening.
"You hard too?" he said.
I reached down and grabbed my dick through my shorts, showing him the outline of my erection through the fabric.
"Damn," he said, still staring.
"All this talk about jerking off does it to me." I took my hand away, but the outline of my boner remained.
He nodded. "For sure," he said. He paused, cracked open his beer, and took a long drink. "Makes me want to rub one out."
It felt like we were approaching the point of no return. Even with mutual boners and admissions of constant jerk off habits, we were up to this point still in the clear as a couple of horny straight buds. The next step, if we were to take it, would be crossing into the grey area of gay. One of us would have to play our cards to get there. Thoughts and desires rushed through my head, triggered by the knowledge of his hardon mere feet away. I was horny for Will. I wanted his dick, his body, his sexy masculine ass. I wanted to make out with him, suck his thick cock, and pound him raw, experiencing the pleasure of hot gay buttfucking for the first time. Either something was going to happen tonight, or it was never going to happen at all. My dick was throbbing, now desperate for attention. After a long moment of silence, the air pregnant with the question of what would be said next, I decided to make the next move.
"Dude," I said. "Let's do it."
Will stared at me. "Do what?"
"Jerk off," I said, searching his face for affirmation. I couldn't read his expression, but I could see the wheels turning in his head.
"You want to?" He seemed overwhelmed. But not disinterested.
"Why not, man?" I said. "We're both hard up. We're in the middle of nowhere. There's nobody around."
He looked down at my boner again. I could see him trying to figure this situation out and I imagined he was having the same internal debate I was -- horny and hard, wanting to fool around together, but still afraid of the risk. I had pushed us here, so I pushed it a little further. I reached down and started rubbing my hard dick, my hand over my shorts. Will's eyes strained, locked on my sudden self-pleasure.
"Fuck it," he said. He reached down with his hand and began rubbing his too.
For a few quiet moments, we massaged ourselves, our bodies inches from each other, our heads propped up on our bags, so all was in full view. Our breathing got heavier, an audible swelling of sexual excitement. My dick, aching to be touched, was given some relief by my moving hand. But it wasn't enough. I reached under the waistband and wrapped my hand around my shaft, starting to stroke up and down. Will watched me, his eyes wide. He did the same. I stared as he began to jerk his cock within the strained fabric of his shorts.
"That's better," I sighed.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Feels good."
We had gone that far, stroking ourselves together, albeit our actions and our cocks hidden by our shorts and our nerves. For several minutes we rubbed ourselves, our arms sometimes touching as they moved up and down so close to one another. He gave no sign of pulling away. I hoped that Will would make the next move. So far, the risk had all been on me. It had to be obvious we both wanted this, didn't it? But he needed to escalate or give some kind of sign he wanted more, or I was afraid I would have to back off. He didn't let me down.
"I want to pound it, man," he said. To my surprise and sudden joy, he slipped his hand out of his shorts and grasped both sides of his waistband. He slid his shorts down, his hard cock flopping up and slapping against his stomach. I stared hard at it, stunned. There it was. Those pilfered dick pics didn't do it justice. It was glorious: more than six inches, cut and thick and perfectly shaped. His balls hung low in a loose sack which, like the rest of his crotch, was lightly covered in the soft fur I had always admired on his arms and legs. Here was the ultimate beauty: a young man's erect cock. Will's aroused penis. It felt like he was showing it to me, like an invitation.
I watched as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to stroke it at a medium pace. He watched me watching, his eyes darting down to my crotch in a deliberate way. I pulled my shorts down too, finally releasing my aching cock from its restraints. It was so rock hard it stood nearly straight up from my torso. My head was swollen and dark, and a drop of precum glistened on the tip. Will made no effort to hide his gaze, his eyes wide as he stared at my hard dick.
"Fuck," he whispered, perhaps involuntarily, but just loud enough for my ears.
I started to jerk off, matching his speed. After a few moments, he slipped his shorts over his feet and all the way off. I did the same, so we were both nude from the waist down, our legs spread and touching as we pleasured ourselves. Without a word between us, we openly watched each other, no longer trying to conceal interest. I was so turned on seeing him masturbate that stunning dick right before me, mesmerized by the motions of his hand as it glided up and down his shaft, his round well-formed balls bouncing in time just below. A stream of clear precum was flowing down the head. I yearned for his dick even more, hoping he felt the same way.
His locked eyes, fixed on my dick, told me all I needed to know. They were hungry eyes. Eyes of a man that wanted another man's cock. I no longer had my doubts that I was only one with gay feelings. Will was into it too.
"I can't believe we're doing this," I said after a couple of minutes of silent jerking.
"Yeah," he said. His voice was intense. "This is pretty hot."
It was an understatement. This was perhaps the hottest thing I'd ever done -- mutually masturbating with the guy of my sex dreams. Getting off to each other's dicks. I wanted more.
"Will?" I said tentatively.
"Yeah?" he replied, low and unsure.
I mustered my nerve. I stared at his captivating hard penis, bouncing up and down in his hand. I imagined what we could be doing and knew we were so close to sex, so close to realizing my incessant fantasies. Then it happened -- my thirst for my sexy friend peaked, eclipsing any worry or consequence of sharing my gay desires for the first time. All the longing and craving and obsession that had built up for so long for this hot, sex-oozing man came crashing through, a tidal wave of lust. Stroking myself faster, no longer jerking off thinking about Will, but jerking off to him right in front of me, I finally said what I had felt for years.
"I fucking want you, dude."
Will ceased his stroking and said nothing. His eyes flicked up from my exposed cock, locking directly onto mine, and I saw his hunger flash there in the reflection of the fire's flames. There was a split second of recognition, a shared lust that had finally broken free, then he threw himself at me, his body landing square on top, and in the same motion pressed his lips, hard, against mine.
So many things happened at once in an overwhelming release of animalistic desire. I kissed him hard back. No build of soft pecks, just instant, aggressive making out, our tongues pushing into each other's mouths without permission or care. He tasted fucking good. My arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him hard into me as I felt up and down that V-shaped back, grabbing and caressing his smooth skin and firm body. I felt the powerful sensation of his hard penis grinding right onto mine, the manifestation of his sex against my own. They rubbed and grinded and slid against each other and the feeling was everything I could want it to be.
There were grunts of "fuck" and "oh god" and "yes" as we made out, kissing down each other's necks and clutching at our bodies. It was more intense than any time with a woman; only the energy of a horny, gay-fueled man could have matched my own in this moment. At some time in our writhing and kissing and humping our shirts came off too, and we were then two naked, hard men getting it on fast with hands all over each other. He reached down between us, grasping my steel-hard rod in his hand, fondling it, squeezing it, cupping my balls as he continued to lick and kiss my neck with abandon.
He pulled up from me, looking deep in my eyes and saying, "I've wanted your dick for so long." It was said with such desperation, and I knew then that he had spent maybe just as many hours pleasuring himself to this as I had.
"Fucking take it," I commanded.
He moved down, like there wasn't a second to lose, and in an instant, I felt his tongue licking up the sides of my cock.
"Oh god, Will," I moaned.
He licked all over, up my shaft, around the ridge of the head, down to my full balls that were so sensitive to the flicks of his warm, wet tongue. I felt him press my cock against his face, like an embrace, rubbing my swollen head over his cheeks, his lips, his forehead, like he was savoring something for the first time. Had he never had a cock before?
He licked on the tip, tasting my precum. I watched in awe as he took the sticky liquid it in his mouth, then swallowed. Then he licked it some more, trying for another taste. He looked up at me as he licked, his eyes wide like a puppy hoping for praise. As I looked down at him, my head raised and my mouth agape, he opened his lips and took the head of my cock in his mouth.
"Oh fuuuuck," I moaned.
He was affirmed, and he began to suck on my head, pulling it in and out of his mouth as his cheeks drew in. He nursed on my cockhead, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes, awash with pleasure.
My guess was Will had never sucked dick before. His desire was obvious, licking and sliding it in his mouth with ravenous energy. But his technique was tentative. He worked up to sucking down to my shaft only after he had gotten some rhythm to sucking the head. He glided more than sucked, taking my dick in and out, being careful not to go too deep. But it didn't matter if it was his first dick; the feeling of knowing Will so horny for my cock, having it in his mouth with such gay and genuine hunger, eclipsed any blowjob I had ever had. He began to suck in earnest, a little more than half my cock sliding in and out of his mouth. Saliva dripped down my shaft and the wetness spread across his face. Slurping sounds added to the echoes of the night and the crackling fire. I looked down at him again, admiring the view I had imagined a thousand times -- those rosy, full lips wrapped around my cock, eagerly sucking and taking more with each insertion. He was bent over on his knees and I saw down further he was furiously jerking off.
"Yeah," I encouraged. "Suck my cock, Will."
He made a muffled moan, sucking harder.
"You like my dick, don't you?" I teased.
His eyes looked up at me again and he nodded, his mouth full but clearly making a sound of approval.
"Fuuuuck," I moaned, and I laid my head back down to appreciate my sexy friend sucking me off.
It was a good five minutes before he came up for air, popping off my dick and taking heavy breaths. He sat up on his knees, one hand still beating himself off and the other sliding down my wet dick as he felt and jerked it.
I got up too, moving towards him. Our cocks touched before our lips did. We grabbed at each other's dicks, jerking them in unison and returning to our heavy making out. I licked the wetness off his face, tasting the spit and precum and dick off him.
"Fuck, I'm so horny for you," I said in his ear.
He grabbed my cock hard, nearly yanking it. "Me too."
"Give me your cock," I commanded. Without waiting, I lay down prone in front of him and took his hardon deep in my mouth.
"Oh yesssss," Will moaned.
I bobbed on it eagerly, so horny to finally taste the thick cock that I had only seen in pictures. It was true that I also was not an experienced cocksucker, my training being limited to the youthful explorations and infrequent hookups of my past, but my desire for his cock had made me an enthusiastic and quick learner. After only a few sucks, I was taking him more and more, and in short order I was sucking his cock nearly to the base.
"Fuck, Mark," he moaned. "That feels so good."
I reached behind him, and with my hands got my first feel of his ass. It was incredible. Smooth, full, round, and firm.
"Oh god yes," he purred.
I pulled him into me, my hands full of his ass cheeks and my mouth full of his dick. He started to buck in and out.
"Yeah man," he said. "Let me fuck your mouth."
I stopped bobbing and opened my mouth wider. He took the queue and began fucking into me. I took his dick farther and farther.
"Fuck Mark," he said louder. "Suck my dick!"
I grunted, still grabbing his ass cheeks pulling him forward, encouraging his bucking hips.
"Fuck yeah!" he called out. "You like that fucking cock."
It was then that I realized something about Will that I hadn't guessed. Despite his soft-spoken demeanor, he was very verbal when he was getting off. It was such a turn on. Somehow, getting gay with him brought it out me too. It was like all that pent-up secret desire after so long was coming out in expressions of hot dirty talk as we were finally open about what we wanted. He encouraged and teased, even demeaned. And I gave it right back. We were so hot for each other; it was like we couldn't stop talking about it.
"You look so hot sucking dick," he said. I slurped harder. "Take it all, cocksucker," he demanded.
With that he started to buck hard. He lost control, furiously fucking into my throat. I felt those loose, round balls slapping my chin. I wanted every inch of him, to swallow that whole beautiful hard dick. But it was too much. After a few hard thrusts that hit the back of my throat, I started to gag. I quickly pulled off his cock, turning to the side and heaving.
"Oh shit," he said. "You okay man?"
After a moment of recovery, I turned back, wiping my mouth and looking up at him. "I'm cool," I said. "Just need a breather."
I turned over on my back and Will lay down next to me in the opposite direction. His wet and hard dick was near my face and mine was near his. He propped himself on an elbow, looking up my body.
"Dude, Mark," he said. "That felt so good. You've sucked dick before, haven't you?"
I looked down at him. "Yeah," I confessed. "I've tried it a couple times."
"Really?" he said, surprised.
"Yeah," I said. He was looking at my dick, a few inches from his face. It was raised in the air, aching for attention again.
"Suck it, Will," I told him.
He leaned over, taking my dick in his hand again. Then he opened his mouth and bent down onto it.
"Fuuuuck," I moaned.
He sucked it slow, making long slow sucks while his hand held the base. He slowly stroked me while he bobbed down on my cock. Then I could feel him getting into it again, sucking harder and taking more. I looked down, seeing his eyes closed, but with a deep look of pleasure on his face. He didn't have to tell me he had never sucked dick, I knew from his surprise at my own admission. But I could see that he enjoyed it, needed it like I did. The peaceful satisfaction of having a hard cock in his mouth was evident from his face.
I leaned in and took his cock too. He let out a long moan, muffled by his full mouth. I sucked him down good, tasting every inch. We leaned into each other and slowly 69ed.
I don't know how we long we sucked. Time lost all meaning, and there was only the focus of sucking Will's incredible dick and the pleasure of his mouth on my own. The fire had died down and I was getting a bit chilled. I didn't want to stop, but we were going to have to do something in our nude state as the night cooled.
I pulled off his cock, looking down and seeing him still intently sucking and licking.
"Will," I said. He looked up at me, still lost in a sexual trance, saliva dripping from his face. "Let's get in the tent."
He nodded and we both slowly got up. Our cocks were hard as ever, sticking out from bodies as I followed him to the tent on the far side of the campfire. It was then that I got my first look at Will's bare ass. It was everything I had dreamed and more. His cheeks were smooth, so perfectly rounded, with a deep long crack. His ass stuck from his body, inviting and sexual. You can check out a guy's ass a million times and still be surprised how it looks when he's nude. Will's ass was a triumph of masculine sexuality, a prize I wanted to win. All my fantasies couldn't reckon with the beauty of seeing those round, firm cheeks in person. If only Will was as interested in taking my cock as I was in pounding his ass silly.
We got in the tent, Will laying his naked body down on a sleeping bag as I zipped up the flap. I fumbled and turned on a small lantern, giving us some ability to see it the pitch dark of the night. His legs were spread and his cock was straight up. I threw myself on top of him and we made out again, intense kissing and grabbing while our dicks rubbed.
"Grind your dick on me," he moaned. I positioned my raging boner parallel to his and humped my hips, crushing them together. I lifted up from kissing. A few inches from his face, we looked directly in each others eyes.
"You like that?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mark. Your dick is so hard."
I grinded harder, using my body weight to smash our cocks together. I could feel our heads sliding, made slick by the mix of our drooling precum.
"God damn that feels good," he said.
"Will, you're so fucking hot," I declared.
"So are you," he replied, staring deep in my eyes. "I didn't know if..." he trailed off.
I knew what he meant. I had had the same uncertainty. But there was no reason to talk about it now. I just leaned down and kissed him again, sliding my tongue deep in his mouth where his met mine. They wrestled in a slow dance, a passionate kiss that shared all our long-hidden desire and comforted the fear that had held us both back for too long. I lifted up from him again.
"Grind your cock on me," I directed him.
"Yes," he said. We flipped over, me on my back and him on top of me. He positioned our cocks together and humped into me just as I had. I felt up and down his body, caressing and squeezing his pecs before running my hands up and down his back. They found their way down to the firm but soft globes of his ass, which flexed and relaxed with his humps against my cock. I moaned as my hands filled with his cheeks.
I wanted his ass so bad. I wanted to spread those cheeks and own his asshole. My cock throbbed at the thought of sliding into him, filling up his ass and fucking him hard like only a man can. As he humped me, his head thrown back and eyes closed in the ecstasy of our horny frot, my hand crept closer into his crack. I slid one finger down the line between his cheeks, slowly feeling further in between. If he noticed what I was doing, he didn't resist. Warmth radiated from his ass crack, and I was driven to feel deeper. With my other hand I grabbed his cheek, pulling his ass apart. Then I slowly slid my finger inward, feeling the slightest amount of his soft fur there, inching deeper until I touched him in that most private of places. I gently brushed the pad of my finger across his hole.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned. He never opened his eyes, just quietly said, "What are you doing?"
I didn't answer, I only responded by brushing his hole again. And again.
"Oh god," he whispered.
He liked it. I wanted to give him more. I pressed my finger on his hole, lightly, just a light pressure against his ass lips. He grinded his dick harder against mine and his breathing got heavier. I ran my finger down his crack again, landing on his hole and this time pushing the tip just in between to gain the slightest amount of entry.
"Oh my god," he whimpered.
I pushed harder, pointing my finger to get into his hole, but his anus was locked tight. I needed to feel deeper inside him, to aid my entry into his ass. The solution was right in front of us. I reached between our bodies, finding the tips of our swollen cocks as they rubbed together and slathered my finger in the pool of oozing precum we had made. Returning to the prize, I rubbed my finger on his hole again, smearing the pre around the circular lips before starting to insert it into him. It went in.
"Fuuuuck," Will called out.
I pushed my finger in up to the knuckle, holding it there, then, gliding on the precum lube, pulled it back out.
"Oh god, Mark," he moaned. "What are you doing?"
I didn't answer. He wasn't resisting. I pushed my finger in again, feeling the tightness consume it. He moaned louder and his humping became more erratic. Spread his cheeks apart again with my other hand, I slid my finger back out to the sounds of his heavy gasps, then back in, farther than before. I wiggled my finger inside him.
"Of fuuuuck," Will moaned and his body shuddered on top of me.
"Do you like that?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yessss," he hissed in satisfaction.
He was opening up some now and my finger penetrated him further with each hump of his hips. He was still grinding our cocks together, but in the same movement he was pushing back onto my finger, gently fucking himself on it as I moved it inside him.
"That feels so good," he moaned, laying his head down on my neck, giving in to the pleasure.
Now was the time. His hole was prepared. I'd worked him up to a near frenzy, and my discovery of the sexiness of his tight asshole had filled me with raw lust.
I whispered in his ear, "Will, I want to fuck you."
He raised his head, looking at me with uncertain eyes. "I've never done that."
"Me either," I said. "But I want your ass so bad."
"We can try it," he said hopefully. We didn't move. "I don't know what to do."
Neither did I, but I had seen guys fuck a million times in porn and I knew what I wanted.
"Here," I said, grabbing his body to move him off me. "Turn over."
I moved to the side, and he lay down on his stomach on the sleeping bag. His arms were raised above his head, crossed over the pillow, and he turned his head to the side so he could look back at me. I got up on my knees, hovering over him. My eyes wandered down his sexy body, admiring that beautiful skin and the well-formed back that tapered down from his shoulders. The mounds of his ass, so smooth yet so masculine, were right before me. With one hand I reached out and began to squeeze and kneed his cheeks, and with the other I jacked off. It was a sight I had dreamed of for too long. I couldn't help masturbating to his sexy naked butt, even if I were about to fuck it.
"I don't know if you can get that in me," he said, watching me jerk my dick. He had a hint of concern in his voice, but I could tell he wanted it too.
"Have you ever had anything in your ass?" I asked.
"Well...yeah," he said and paused for a second, perhaps a bit embarrassed. "I mean, I've...played with things."
I looked up at his face with a smirk. "Naughty boy," I said.
"We can try" he said again.
I laid on top of him, positioning my throbbing hard cock right in between his ass cheeks. The feeling of my dick on his ass immediately made me squirt a shot of precum. It dribbled down his crack and I moved my dick up and down to spread it around, making the whole area slick. I lowered my chest on his back, my face right near his, my mouth at his ear. He surely had to hear me nearly panting, I was so horned up to be on humping his butt. I lifted my hips, sliding my cock down between those cushiony cheeks until my head rubbed across his hole.
"Ooooooh," Will moaned, a sound of pure pleasure.
"Your ass is so hot," I whispered in his ear.
"I want to feel your dick," he replied.
I humped slow, sliding my dick in long motions over his hole, up his ass crack, and back down. I could hear the wet sounds of my precum, gooey and slick. Every time my head rubbed over his hole he let out a low moan, almost purring.
"I've wanted your ass for so long," I whispered.
"Mark," he said, breathing hard. "Put it in."
I lifted up, aiming my cock head right on his tight asshole, then I moved straight down, trying to push it between those tight lips. My cock just flipped off the surface and folded up into his crack. I lifted up again, and with my hand I held my shaft, aiming again for his hole. I lowered down, holding my cock steady, and pushed. I felt the slightest give from his hole and I could feel that I had entered him just the slimmest bit. Will didn't react, seeming to be holding his breath. I waited a second, then pushed again. This time I felt my head enter him just a bit more, but it stopped there.
"Spit on it," he said.
"Ok."
I pulled out and leaned up, spitting into my hand and then smearing it on my dick. The saliva and precum mixed to a nice, slick lube on my cockhead. I got back in position on him, my head on his hole, and pushed again. His ass lips opened and suddenly my head shot in with a visceral pop.
"Oh fuuuuuck!" Will yelled, his tone painful. I froze.
"You ok?"
He took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said. "Just wasn't expecting that."
"Should I pull it out?" I asked.
"No, just hold up a sec."
"Ok," I said. I held my cock in place, about two inches into his hole. It was so tight, like a vice. But I could already feel the warmth of being in him. Everything in me urged to push farther, but I restrained myself, not wanting to hurt him.
"Ok. Keep trying," he said. "Slow."
I pushed farther, slowly, my cock gradually becoming enveloped by his hole. It was even tighter than before. Warm. Moist. As slow as I could, I pushed my steel-hard rod deeper into his ass. I hit a stopping point, some invisible wall inside him that I pushed against but could go no further.
"Fuck!" He yelled. "Stop stop stop!"
"Ok, ok," I said. He was breathing heavy. My cock was more than halfway in. If only I could get it past whatever barrier was in the way.
"Let's try something," I said.
"Ok. Yeah, I don't think this is working," he said, sounding strained.
I gently pulled out of him and got up on my knees. Grabbing his hips, I lifted his waist and he rose up onto all fours, bent over so his cheeks opened.
"Spread your ass," I directed.
He reached behind and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. It was then that I got my first look at his asshole and my cock throbbed, a gush of precum leaking out. A surge of lust came over me. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen -- a circular wrinkled pink lip, glistening with my makeshift lube. It was rosy-pink, and just outside a second ring with a bit darker color. A fine line of soft fur ran down his crack. It was hotter than any pussy, than any man's hole I had seen in porn. I was mesmerized.
"Fuck, dude," I mumbled.
"What?" Will said, looking back at me.
"It's so fucking hot," I said, in a trance. "Your hole."
"Try again," he said.
I gathered some spit in my mouth and let it fall down onto my cock. Smearing it around again, it mixed with my precum, suddenly replenished by the site of his alluring anus. With ease I placed my cockhead right up to his hole, spread wide by his hands.
"You ready?" I asked.
"Yeah, do it."
The head entered easily this time, his ass lips already loosened and lubed from the first attempt. My head popped in the first inch just like before and I heard Will breathe in sharply. I maneuvered on my knees to get more leverage and then with steady force pushed my cock deeper. It slid in a little more. Will didn't protest. I paused for a second then pushed a little more. My cock was halfway in. I pushed again but felt the same invisible barrier giving its resistance. But I wanted in him so bad, I wanted to feel what it was like to have my cock deep in a man's ass. In sexy Will's round, smooth, gorgeous manly ass. Not hearing him object, I pushed one last time -- hard -- and my dick slid all the way in, deep in his rectum, and my balls made contact with his smooth taint. The feeling was unreal, tighter and warmer and a more perfect fit than anything my dick had ever felt.
At the same time, we both yelled a long "Fuuuuuck!" Will out of pain, me out of overwhelming pleasure.
"You ok?" I asked, worried that I wouldn't have the willpower to pull out even if he wanted me to.
He was breathing hard. "Yeah," he panted. "Just hold it there. Just hold it."
I waited, my cock fully in his ass. The experience of being in him was like nothing I had ever felt. Sure, I had fucked girls, but this was seismically different. My penis was in another man's ass, full to the hilt. We couldn't be closer; I was a part of him. We were connected in a way that I would come to understand was only possible between gay men. Filling his hole with my cock was so natural, so lustful, and so fundamental to our base animal desires. I knew then that I didn't just want to fuck him, I needed to fuck his ass.
Five seconds passed. Will was holding his breath. Ten seconds passed. I could feel my cock pulsing inside him and he was beginning to take some breaths. Then, when I was about to ask if he needed me to pull out, he spoke up.
"Ok," he said. "It's ok now."
"Yeah?" I asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yeah. It's not as bad."
I tentatively pulled out some, and just as slow back in.
"Oooh," Will cooed softly.
"That ok?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I fucked out and in again, pleasure beyond any words building up in my dick.
"Oh fuck," Will said, a hint of surprise in his voice.
I fucked again, a little faster, followed by another thrust.
"Oh god," he moaned.
At a slow rhythm I stared fucking his ass, pulling out about halfway before sliding back in all the way to the base.
"Oh Mark," he moaned louder . "This ok?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," he said. "It feels so good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah dude, oh my god."
I was encouraged and began fucking faster, finding a good speed to bring my cock in and out of him with some precision but with not too much force. The sensation was intense -- so tight and warm. I'd wanted to fuck a man's ass for so long, countless hours spent fantasizing but so naïve to how great it actually felt. To be sliding my dick in the sexy friend I lusted for made it that much more powerful.
"Will, you feel so good," I moaned between heavy breaths.
"Oh fuck," Will said as I thrust. "Oh god."
"You like that?"
"Fuck Mark, it's so fucking good."
"You like my big cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Mark," he said like he could barely speak. "Fuck my ass!"
I sped up, so horny and forgetting the restraint that I had had for his well-being. I slid my pole out farther before shoving it all the way back in.
"Yes," he cried. "Fuck me faster!"
Now I was full-on fucking him, giving him the length of my dick and filling up his tight hole. I was fucking him at a regular clip, moans coming out of his mouth with every push inside him. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around his back, holding him as I fucked, and laying my head down by his.
"Your ass feels so fucking good," I said into his ear.
"Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me with that cock!" Will was lost to pleasure.
"Take my dick, dude. Take my fucking cock."
"Yes, give it to me. Fuck it feels so gooood."
I fucked harder, pulling my dick nearly all the way out then thrusting it back in fast.
"Ooooooh!" Will yelled.
"Yeah Will, take it." I pulled out again then pounded into him.
"Fuck yeeaaah!" He yelled.
I got a hard rhythm going, pounding his butt while I held his body, my face still close to his. I fucked him for several minutes at a faster pace, and in his hunger for more he started pushing back onto me. It became animalistic, panting and sweating and fucking. He moaned and cooed with every thrust and encouraged by his intensity I talked dirty into his ear.
"Yeah Will, you like that cock, don't you? I've wanted to fuck you for so long. You like a big dick in your ass? Fucking take my cock. Tell me you like cock."
"I fucking love it!" he called.
"No, tell me you like a cock fucking your ass," I commanded.
"I love your cock fucking my ass!"
I reached under him and felt for his dick, quickly finding his rock-hard pole standing out from between his legs. It was harder than I ever could have imagined, covered in slick precum. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking.
"Fuck yeah! Jerk my cock!"
I jerked him hard and fast, and I could feel his body shuddering beneath me. He lifted his head and arched his back, a movement that somehow opened his ass up even more and I pounded into him even further.
"Fuck! Yeah! Deeper!" He was nearly screaming.
"Oh god, Will!" I yelled. "It's so fucking good!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
So intense was the pleasure, finding new depths in his tight asshole, that I felt the swift rise towards orgasm. I wanted to fuck him like this forever, but there was no way I was going to last. I needed to fill him with my seed.
"Dude, I'm gonna cum in your ass!" I told him.
"Yeah, Mark. Fucking fill me with it," he cried.
I jerked his throbbing rod underneath us as I pounded his ass in a wild frenzy.
"You want my load?"
"Fuck yeah!"
It came suddenly, a hard burst like no other cum I had ever experienced. With a forceful hammering of my dick deep inside, I felt my sperm shoot into his ass. At the same time, he called out and his cock throbbed and began to squirt. His asshole contracted on my orgasming dick, milking out each spray of juice. We both yelled "Fuuuuck!" as we came in unison. Three shots, four, five, six. It shot deep in his gut while his hole massaged me. I stroked his cum out too, and soon the throbs became gentle pulses. He collapsed onto his stomach, and I fell on top of him, my dick still deep inside.
"Oh my god, oh my god" I repeated softly, completely spent. Will's back heaved hard under me as he tried to recover his breath. I left my dick in him for a moment, unable to move. Then slowly slid it out, delicately as it was overstimulated and sensitive. It came out with a slimy string of my cum attached.
I rolled over next to him, looking up at the top of the tent and feeling exhausted. Will turned his head to look at me.
"I can't believe we did that," he said quietly.
"Me either," I said. I was still breathing hard.
"It felt so good." He sounded like he was in awe.
"Yeah," was all I could muster.
We lay silently after that, me reflecting on what happened, and I assume him doing the same. I had just had gay sex for the first time. I had fucked the man of my jack off fantasies. We had eagerly sucked each other's cocks for nearly an hour. Now we were laying naked with my load in his ass. If there was any doubt Will was gay too, it had been banished by the enthusiasm he had shown for my cock.
I felt myself falling asleep. The night of beer and hard sex had worn me out beyond any ability for further deliberation. My last thought, before I faded out, was what the morning would bring. We had admitted so much to each other and now our secrets were out. How would we face all of this after what we had done and the pleasure we shared? It was a question I couldn't answer -- I passed out, satisfied for now, but still curious about our future.