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 2
I woke up with a raging hardon. Not the typical morning wood type of boner that half-heartedly stands up for a bit and then fades away as you get moving, but a full-on leaking, unrestrained erection. Slowly opening my eyes to the warmth of the filtered sunlight through the green tent fabric, I was a bit disoriented before I remembered I was camping. With Will.
The sudden memory of the last night -- mutual pleasures of dicksucking followed by hard pounding sex -- caused me to jump, realizing that Will must still be right beside me. I flipped my head to the side and saw that he was indeed still there. He was fast asleep. Sometime in the night I must have slipped into my sleeping bag. Will had apparently not quite managed getting into his -- the bag was folded around him as he lay on his side, draped over his legs and torso. I looked down and could see the cheeks of his exposed ass.
I marveled at the smooth rounded globes, still amazed at the reality of seeing that target of my long desire before me. My cock pulsed at the memory of being so deep inside him just a few hours before, pounding hard into his ass from behind as he cried for more. Was my load still in him? I guessed it had to be. The countless hours of gay porn I had studied had showed me nothing about after-sex hygiene. What was a guy supposed to do with the cum in his ass after the deed?
I wanted him again. The night of exploration and fucking was without question the best sex I had ever had. Such energy and force, such intense pleasures and sensations. Only men could have sex like that. Will and I had discovered the power of gay sex, something far wilder and more genuine than any experience I had known. Despite both of our anxieties leading up to that moment, once we gave in to our shared lust, neither of us had held back. The things we had said, the secrets we shared, and the eagerness we both went at each other left no doubt that there were strong gay desires in both of us. But would the same hold true in waking hours without the aid of beer and vulnerable moments?
A ruminated on what this meant for our friendship. In truth, while I was desperately attracted to Will, I had no interest in a relationship with him. Or with any man for that matter. I didn't imagine us holding hands walking through the park, sharing a romantic dinner date, or even cuddling on the couch. My fantasies had only been sexual and that's all I wanted: to fuck him in every position, to suck his beautiful dick and feel his soft lips sucking mine, and to experience some of the more exotic parts of gay sex that porn had exposed me to. Will was my longtime friend and now that we had shown our attraction, I hoped to avoid any awkwardness of romantics.
As I ogled his naked ass, my hand absent-mindedly rubbing my persistent boner, I hoped we would soon be pleasuring each other again while I worried about what was going to happen when he woke up. Would we pretend like nothing had happened and never talk about it again? That didn't seem likely -- that intense night of sex would be impossible to ignore. Would we try to justify the experience as a momentary lapse of judgement? No, three beers weren't nearly enough to explain the lust we had shown for each other. Or maybe Will would want something more than sex; I felt a pang of fear at the thought. These were complicated feelings and questions. I hadn't even really admitted to myself I was gay, and I was just as clueless about how Will felt. Our actions would now have consequences, but my jerk-off fantasies with Will had never included anything beyond the hot acts of gay sex.
We had planned to head back home that day. There was no real plan but to hike out when we felt like it. It was still early yet, but I felt like things could go one of two ways once he woke up. Either we would awkwardly handle what had happened the night before and break camp as soon as we could, or he would want what I wanted: another round of hot gay pleasure.
The moment of truth abruptly arrived. Will shifted next to me. I quickly pulled my hand off my dick, suddenly aware I had been rubbing it. Slowly he rolled onto his back, opening his eyes, and raising his head. I had the hasty thought that I might feign I was still asleep, but decided against it, knowing it would only delay the inevitable. He looked over towards me and into my wide-awake eyes.
"Hey," he said quietly.
"Hey," I replied.
We looked at each other for a long moment. He was so hot. Those deep brown eyes, those small green earrings that gave his soft features a sexual edginess, those rose-hued lips that had felt so good to kiss. I couldn't explain it, but as our eyes connected, I knew that this wasn't going to be nearly as hard as I thought it was going to be. He had wanted me the previous night just as bad as I had wanted him. The way I still wanted him again that morning. And the way I could feel in his eyes he wanted me again too. A smile crept across my face before I knew it. His mouth turned up with a sleepy, adorable smile in response.
"You ok?" I asked. It was something to say.
"Yeah," he said. "You?"
"Yeah."
He turned onto his side, facing me. I looked down his naked body, seeing a full erection pointing out from between his legs. I was affirmed even more. Will was horny again too. I reached up and pulled the zipper down on my sleeping bag, then flipped the cover off me. I exposed my hardon to Will, feeling a sense of satisfaction to show him my aroused manhood. His eyes darted down to it. He reached out and gently wrapped his hand around my shaft.
"Fuck," I sighed.
He looked me directly in my eyes as he slowly stroked my aching cock. As he stroked, he squeezed, feeling the rigidness of it. I needed to feel his cock again too. Crossing my arm over his and taking him into my hand, I found he was as rock hard as I was.
"Ahhh," he moaned, his eyes closing and his head going back. "Yeah, Mark," he moaned.
God, I was horny for his dick. It felt so good in my hand. I explored every part of him, sliding up the shaft, over the head, and down to cup his round balls. It was like the first time touching it again, fondling and feeling the warm genitals that I had lusted over for so many years. The pure masculinity of it, of him. It was driving me wild.
We silently masturbated each other, heavy breaths filling the tent. He gently humped into my hand, matching the slow strokes of my tight-gripped fist. I did the same, the growing intensity palpable. Laying on our sides, looking into each other's eyes, my desire for him was becoming overwhelming. I leaned in closer, my face approaching his. He moved to meet me. Our lips locked and we kissed. He moaned in my mouth as our tongues slid against each other. This wasn't the wild, chaotic make out of the night before; it was a slow, sensual trading of tongues in our mouths, our lips open and together, while a dance of forceful tongue against tongue moved between his mouth and mine.
I pushed him onto his back and rolled on top, our lips never parting. Our hands continued their mutual pleasure as I wrapped my other arm under his neck and pulled his face harder against mine, pressing our lips together with even greater pressure. It was that moment, when I realized how I was so driven to kiss him deeper, that I had a sudden and clear epiphany: I was gay. There was no confusion of what I wanted, no rationalizing of my past experiences with women, no self-doubt fueled by my fears of being found out. I was gay and being gay with Will was fucking hot.
With a jolt I sprang up from him, breaking our kiss. He looked at me with surprise. I felt a wave of horniness surging through me and I had a craving for cock like never before. I needed a hard, throbbing penis in my mouth.
"I want to fucking suck your dick," I said, almost rhetorically but with unrestrained desire.
"Suck it, dude," he said.
It was like he was giving permission, but I didn't need it. Before the words were even out of his mouth, I was sliding down his body, raising up on my knees and bending to spread my ass in the air. Like a frenzied animal, I feverishly licked on his dick as if it were going to melt away.
"Yeah, Mark," he moaned. "Lick my cock."
I looked up at him as I opened my mouth, stuck out my flattened tongue, and made a long lick from his ballsack all the way up to the tip of his head. Our eyes were locked, me watching the pleasure my tongue gave his dick, and him watching the satisfaction licking his penis gave me. I made long, slow licks, followed by quick flicks on his piss slit, then licking and kissing those round nuts down below.
"Fuck, Mark. That feels so good," he whined.
I was hungry, in the throes of a drive for cock I'd never felt before. Even in the depraved depths of hours-long edging to cocks on the internet, I hadn't felt this insatiable need for hard dick. It was a primal lust, with a unique mix of feeling both submissive and dominant at once -- submissive in that I was pleasuring a man, dominant in the control I exerted over his penis. I stuck out my tongue and slapped his swollen head on it. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I nuzzled my face against his crotch, feeling that hard bone press against my face. Then I opened wide and took his cock down, wanting so bad to feel it fill my mouth and throat.
"God damn," Will cried. "You can take the whole thing."
I only moaned in response and began to hungrily suck his dick. I bobbed on it hard, pulling him in and out of my mouth with more energy than I knew I had. The previous night's sucking had been immensely enjoyable, but exploratory. Now I was horny as fuck and entranced by the satisfaction of fellatio. Will rested his hands on my head and made the slightest hump of his hips up into my mouth, but he said nothing. Just as I was lost in sucking him, he was consumed in the pleasure of a full-throated blow job. I sucked him for a good ten minutes straight, with only quick reprieves to catch my breath or wipe some of the pooling saliva from my mouth.
"I want to suck yours," Will announced.
His timing was spot on. I had exhausted my jaw and was going to struggle continuing despite my desire. I sat up, stroking my own cock as I caught my breath. He got up on his knees too, masturbating himself as he scooted towards me. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed my raging dick, looking down at it. I saw a look of desire turn to a sudden look of concern.
"Hold up," he said. "We need something first."
He turned around and leaned over to reach in a bag in the corner of the tent. I watched in curiosity as he fumbled through it, then after a few seconds he turned back around with a small package in his hand. Moist wipes. I raised an eyebrow at him. He opened the package and pulled out a wipe. To my surprise, he reached back out to my dick and started wiping it down. Then I suddenly understood -- the last place my dick had been was his asshole the night before. I couldn't blame him not wanting to taste the remains of our buttfucking an entire night later. The thought was gross, but his motions with the wet, cool towel were stimulating, and soon my dick was expertly clean. He wadded up the wipe and threw it away, then pushed me down on the sleeping bag. In a fraction of a second, he was gobbling down my cock with the same hunger I had shown.
"Fuck yeah, Will," I moaned.
It was the best blowjob I had ever had. No girl had handled my cock like Will did, with such understanding and care. The brief hookups with guys I had had didn't even compare to his attention and intense desire. He licked in all the right places and was tender in the sensitive ones. When he bobbed on my pole, he did it with varying speeds, sucking it fast, building a crescendo of pleasure, before slowing down to long, slow sucks that slid deep into his throat and back out to his lips. Will was a quick learner.
As I looked down at him sucking me off, his closed eyes and blank expression showed me he was in the same cocksucking trance I had experienced a few moments before. Getting sucked felt good, but I was now understanding the pure satisfaction and fulfillment that sucking cock gave a man. Will was there now too, and the thought that my friend got off on sucking my dick turned me on even more.
"Look at me when you suck my cock," I commanded. He opened his eyes and they flicked up to mine. He looked helpless, like a hungry puppy. It was like he couldn't help the need for dick he was experiencing.
"You like sucking dick, don't you?" I teased.
He made a mumbled response.
"You've wanted my dick in your mouth for a long time, haven't you Will?" Another mumble of affirmation.
"You look so hot sucking my cock," I praised him.
Will blew me with no sign of fatigue for what felt like twenty minutes. It was a near perfect experience: lying relaxed on my back, the morning sun growing brighter through the green walls of the tent, the sounds of the woods waking up around us, and Will passionately working my cock in a way that brought me waves of pleasure -- working me up to the beginning of climax, then slowly and gently caressing me with his tongue and lips until the threat of orgasm subsided. He was edging me with his mouth.
He was laying on his stomach, his head over my crotch as he did his work, and I looked down his body at the two smooth mounds of flesh that were very slightly humping up and down. I reached with my hand and began to pet and squeeze an ass cheek. My cock throbbed in Will's mouth, and I heard him make a faint moan. I reached with the other hand, squeezing the other cheek, both hands filled with the target of my strongest desire. I fondled his ass, grabbing and pulling his cheeks apart, jiggling them, groping him with that same pent-up lust that hid driven me the night before. I slid a finger down his crack, feeling the light fur that encircled his hole. Then I brushed over it -- the puffed lips of his asshole -- and he cooed.
"I want to fuck your ass again, man," I said softly.
Will weaned off my cock, saliva covering his mouth.
"I don't think I can," he said with a sheepish look.
"Oh," I said. I felt a pang of worry that he didn't like what we did. "Everything ok?"
"Yeah," he said. "It's just..." he trailed off for a second, looking away with some embarrassment. "I think maybe I need to take a break before we do that again."
"Oh shit, did I hurt you?"
"No, no," he quickly replied. "I mean, yes, but like in a good way." He gave me a devious little smile. I chuckled. Will was a horny fucker.
"It's just a little sore this morning."
"I gotcha," I said. "Dude, I don't want to hurt you. It just was like...really good, you know?"
"Yeah," he agreed. "I mean I want to do it again. Fuck, it felt good. But I just need to rest it a bit. And you know, your load is still inside me and everything."
I finally understood. This wasn't like straight sex, where a girl could be penetrated at just about any time, excepting those times when girls had her girl issues. A guy's ass wasn't quite as...everfresh. There was no need to say more, but I got the gist that between getting his first ass pounding and no chance to prepare for another round since I filled him with cum the night before, his ass just wasn't ready.
"Fuck, I don't even know how this all works," I said with a laugh.
"Me either, dude." Will laughed too. "But I think we're learning quick." He gave another long lick on my cock, still just inches from his face.
"Let's suck each other off," I suggested.
"Fuck yeah," Will eagerly agreed and immediately went back down on my waiting cock.
I grabbed his body and pulled him so he swept around towards me and back into a 69. His dick was rock hard and slathered in precum from his humping. The entire head and shaft were wet and slick with it. I admired the mess, turned on by the masculine essence that was oozing out of him. I had always been fascinated by precum, often tasting my own during my many edge sessions. I had tasted Will's the night before, but in front of me now was a feast. I went in and began to scoop up all his gooey man juice with my tongue, tasting the light saltiness of it. It made me hornier, and I felt a gush of precum flow from my own cock. Will moaned and went at my dick harder. I took his head in my mouth and sucked off the rest, swallowing the remaining precum before I took the rest of his cock down and sucked him in earnest.
Will and I 69ed for what had to be another thirty minutes. There seemed to be no end to the desire for each other's cocks. We were like two boys that had found amazing new toys and all we wanted to do was play with them. His cock deep in my throat and my hands kneading those beautiful ass cheeks, I had all the sustenance I needed for the morning. He sucked me with vigor, at one point venturing out to squeeze and play with my ass as well. I liked the feeling of him exploring and squeezing my cheeks. His grip was firm and manly, desirous, and confident. In our little circle of cocks and mouths, we were nursing each other's horniness with no restraint.
Finally, Will popped off my dick. He continued stroking it and looked down between our bodies at me as he gasped for breaths. "I want your cum," he said.
I stopped sucking and looked at him. I was surprised, not sure I heard him right. I guess I hadn't thought where all this sucking would end.
Of course, I had imagined taking a guy's load in my mouth a thousand times, but I wasn't sure if it came to it, I would actually do it. It seemed Will would.
"Really?" I asked.
"Shoot in my fucking mouth," he said with desperation.
"Fuck that's hot, Will," I said.
Without thinking I took control, getting up and pushing him over onto his back. I straddled his face, and he opened his mouth wide while I slid in my dick. I started pumping into him and he sucked with renewed energy. My balls danced on his chin as I fucked his face. There were no variations in speed now, just fast, intense cocksucking. With the force of my cock, he couldn't stop sucking it even if he tried. He made moans and grunts trying to keep control of my dick as I fucked his mouth, slurping wet sounds filling the tent. I was so far gone, fucking into him with abandon, that I didn't even care if I was overwhelming him. But I knew I wasn't, as I could see down below his hand moving in a blur as he masturbated his swollen dick.
"I'm getting so close, man" I warned. With his free hand, Will reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me even harder into him. The pressure towards orgasm was rising. His warm, wet mouth enveloping my cock was bringing me to the point of no return. His indented cheeks pulling on my pole made such suction that I felt pleasure radiating across my whole body.
"Fuck dude, I'm gonna bust!" I yelled. It didn't seem possible, but Will sped up and sucked harder.
Then like a lightning bolt, I orgasmed, and I felt the hard joyous throb of my cock as it shot a first hard load of cum deep in his throat.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck," I yelled. Pure ecstasy.
Will made muffled cries as I unloaded, squirt after squirt of cum ejaculating into his hot mouth. He took it all, sucking my cock and my cum into him as he furiously jerked off. As the last of my load subsided, I felt him tense up underneath me, and with his lips still sealed around my dick he gave a loud, muffled moan of pleasure as his dick exploded. Hot splashes of cum shot up my back and ass. It kept cumming as he convulsed underneath me, nearly ten squirts of his semen covering both of us before he finally relaxed. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and collapsed at his side.
Speechless and exhausted, I lay parallel to Will, both of us nude and soft, our bodies touching. I was still riding high on the adrenaline of our second round of sex. My breathing had slowed, but my mind was now racing. What do we do now?
Will and I had admitted a lot in the heat of our horny activities, but since we had first started jacking off together not 12 hours before, we hadn't really even talked. There was no denying we were both gay, or at the very least I was gay, and Will had a very gay side to him. He had taken my cock in his ass like someone who really knew what they wanted. I had no doubt he had thought about it, maybe even practiced for it. What was it he had said when I asked him if he had ever had something in his ass? That he had played with things? We had 69ed for nearly an hour the night before and gone at it again for another half-hour that morning. This wasn't mere exploration. We weren't just quickly getting each other off. This was sucking dick for the enjoyment of sucking dick. We both wanted cocks in our mouths, a pleasure just as strong as getting your own off.
There would have to be some addressing of this. In one night, we had gone from straight buddies to wild gay lovers. Sure, it was what I had wanted for so long, but I didn't know what to do apart from the sex. Would we confront our shared sexuality? We had mutual friends and crossed paths often. How did this new dimension fit into that? There was no going back to the straight fronts we had put up, at least with each other. Will now knew I had wanted his ass for a long time. He had told me the same about my dick. I hadn't quite told him how much I jerked off thinking about him, but that seemed implied. Did he jerk off thinking about me?
An image of him popped in my head. Will, lying in bed, his eyes closed, masturbating steadily to a fantasy of him and me playing in his head. I remembered he plays with his ass and a new image flashed. Will's legs up, hole spread, he slowly guides a small dildo into himself, quietly moaning my name: "Mark."
"Mark," I heard Will say, snapping back to the present.
"Yeah?" I said, turning my head to face him.
"You ok man?"
"Yeah," I said, pausing. "I'm just thinking. What now?"
Will was quiet. He rose up and sat down cross-legged, his soft dick flopping down between his legs.
"What do you mean?" He asked. I could tell in his voice he knew exactly what I meant.
There was no reason to try to talk around it. We had to leave there with some understanding between us about what had happened. Neither of us had expected a night of gay sex, even if we both had secretly wanted it. I was trying to find the best way to approach the subject.
"Looks like we both learned some things about each other on this trip," I said. I sat up too, across from him and leaning back on my hands.
"I guess we did," he said. He looked away for a second, then looked back, searching deep into my eyes. "So...are you..." He couldn't finish the question.
"Gay?" I said.
"Yeah."
"I don't know," I said. Then I thought better of it. "Actually, yes. I mean, it appears so."
Will surprised me by laughing, his head thrown back and nearly falling over with amusement.
"Why's that so funny?" I asked.
"Sorry," he said, collecting himself. "It's just...appears so?" He reached out and put a hand on my knee. "I think after all we've just done it's a little more than appears."
That made me smile and I loosened up a little. I had never told anyone I was gay, hardly even myself. It was hard admitting it, even in the face of the obvious. The absurdness of it made me give a chuckle too.
"So, are you?" I asked him.
He looked at me and I saw a quick flash of fear in his eyes. Then his mouth turned up in a smile.
"It appears so," he said. We both laughed and I playfully slapped his hand off me knee. "But honestly dude," Will said, sounding earnest. "I'm gay as fuck."
"Dude, me too!"
The air was lightening now, our admissions out in the open. One would think these things didn't need to be said, that our deeds had proven everything. But repressed feelings like these are complex, and it seemed that only by getting it out in the open between us could we start to feel comfortable with what the other knew. We sat there naked, free from shame, leaning back on our hands and chatting. Getting off our chests the secrets that had haunted us for too long.
"So does anybody know?" he asked me.
"No way man. I've never told anybody. You?"
"No way" he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Like, I've wondered sometimes if people suspected, but I don't think anyone knows."
"I'm the same. You're the first person to know."
"Oh? He said doubtfully. "You said last night you'd sucked dick before."
I had forgotten about that. It wasn't that I was trying to hide it from him, I just was so used to concealing my secrets that I didn't even think of my past encounters as sharing my sexuality. Of course, in every way, they were.
"I mean, I had a couple of internet hookups. I sucked dicks with a couple of guys in college. To be honest, it wasn't that great."
"You seemed to know what you're doing," he said with a teasing smile.
"So do you!" I countered. "You've never done it before?"
"No," he said, looking almost disappointed. "I've never done anything with a guy."
"Nothing?"
"Well, I jerked off with my friend Tyler in his basement when we were like 14 if that counts. But that's it."
"That's cool," I said, hoping to give him some assurance that we weren't that far apart in our experiences. But how could it be that he had never tried anything? "How long you been into...you know...dudes?"
He looked thoughtful. I could see the wheels turning, probably gauging how much to share -- the same dilemma I was experiencing, despite the growing urge to share everything.
"I guess always," he said. His face looked hopeful, trying to read my response.
"Me too," I said.
"But you've had girlfriends. I remember Lisa. I know you fucked them."
"Yeah," I said. "And I did. Like, looking back on it, I liked fucking girls, I guess. It just happened and it felt good. But...to be honest...I always jerked off to guys."
"Same with me, man!" Will was getting excited. I knew we were on the same level then, and it felt good to open up with him.
"So," I pressed. "All that jerking off we were talking about. That's to dudes?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "I've always jerked off to dudes too."
"Fuck man, that's so hot," I said, checking out his body and his junk openly displayed before me. I thought about all the times I jerked off to him.
"So, I guess we know each other's secret then," he said.
"I guess we do." I looked at him, more comfortable than before but still unsure how we were going to move forward. "What do we do now?"
It had been six days since our camping trip. I still hadn't seen Will again. I knew that it was just a matter of unfortunate timing, but I couldn't help but worry that maybe he was scared off by what we did. In any case, my job kept me tied up during the day and he was working nights at a restaurant, so there was no time to meet up. Since he was living at his parents' house half an hour from my apartment, it wasn't possible for him to just pop over. I just kept telling myself that our free time wasn't lining up.
Of course he would want to fuck around again. On the hour drive home from the campsite, we had both gotten horny, talking about how good it felt when we fucked ("Dude, your cock in my ass was the best feeling I've ever had" he said) and how much we were hungry to suck each other's dicks ("We should spend a whole day in a 69" I had proposed). Unfortunately, he had gotten a call from his parents asking for his help moving some stuff at the house as soon as he got home, so we didn't get any time for a second round that day. But when he dropped me off, we both parted with obvious boners.
I don't think I had ever jacked off as much as I did that week. For the first time in a long time, porn just wasn't enough. I fucked my pillows, hump my couch, and whatever else my craven mind could come up with to simulate fucking Will's sexy ass again. My bedsheets were desecrated with lube and cum, the results of three to four ejaculations a day with little motivation for anything else.
Will and I texted a couple of times, but it was guardedly innocent. I suppose neither of us were comfortable enough to hint at our secret through the written word. But at least it comforted me that we were still in touch. We also realized we would be hanging out again, albeit incidentally with some mutual friends. On Wednesday, our text exchange suggested there might be a chance we could fuck around.
ME: Hey you up for hanging out this weekend?
WILL: Hey bro. Yeah but I'm only off Friday night and I already told Chrissy I'd meet up for her bday.
ME: Nice! I'm going too.
WILL: Be cool to see you. Maybe we can hang out after?
ME: Def. Not sure what the plan is after the bar but maybe?
WILL: ;)
I knew he was thinking what I was thinking. If we could play it cool, there was a chance we could slip back to my place.
I got to the bar about eight and most everybody was already there. About ten of us had a big table in the back of the place, and beer and drinks were already flowing. I was disappointed to see that Will wasn't there, at least not yet. Chrissy was in rare form already, dressed to kill and seeming to be buzzing from some pre-gaming. I wondered how long she would last at that rate seeing that the plan was to hit a few bars after that one.
I sat next to Lindsey, one of my best friends from school and we caught up things: how it sucked to work every day, how dating sucked, and how we missed the freedom at school. Lindsey and I had never had any interest in each other aside from being good friends, but she was the kind of person that I had always clicked with. I thought to myself if I were to come out to anyone it would probably be her. She wouldn't care and would probably even cheer me on. But that seemed really far off and now certainly wasn't the time to get into it.
"How'd the camping trip go?" She asked me. I was caught off-guard, and I nearly spit my beer. I hoped she didn't catch my surprise at the otherwise innocent question.
"Oh, good," I said. "Just a night out at Acton Lake. We found a great site out there."
"Yeah? Was it just you and Will?" she asked.
"This time, yeah. I guess he was going to go alone but then I saw him out a couple weeks ago and he invited me along."
"He's such a good guy," she said. I wondered what she meant by it. It was true of course, Will was a great guy even aside from his attractiveness. But why was she saying that to me when we all had known each other for years? I attempted to act unphased and not show that there had been more to the trip than just camping.
"For sure. We just drank a few beers and hung out around the fire. It's nice up there."
"Sounds like you had a good time," she said.
That's when Will walked in. He looked hot as fuck and I was nearly floored. His cute face was all smiles, and his red-brown hair was styled short and sharp. Those big brown eyes seemed to sparkle, and his green earrings complemented them perfectly. He wore a blue checked shirt that was cut to fit, accentuating his broad shoulders that tapered down to his waist. The skinny jeans he had on clung tight to his legs and showed every curve. It was impossible to see as he walked in, but I was certain that ass looked amazing in those tight pants. I caught myself staring. Will wasn't one to make a big entrance, he was always understated. But he had such presence wherever he went, and the group hollered and welcomed him as he made his way around the table.
He saw me, his smile growing wide. As everyone went back to conversation, Will's eyes darted to the empty chair next to me and I waved him over towards it.
"Right here, man!" I called.
"Mark, what's up dude?" he said, clasping my hand like the couple of bros that we were.
"Have a seat. Get a drink. What you been up to?"
It was surprisingly easy to continue that act of playing it straight. If I just didn't think about fucking around, I could fall right back in that role from before we had had sex. He seemed comfortable enough with it too. The conversation flowed once again and there were drinks all around. Before I knew it, I was about three beers in and feeling lose. The buzz of the bar had grown, and everyone was laughing and talking, shouting over each other and moving around the table.
In the middle of a conversation with a guy named Ryan who was sitting across from me, I felt a hand on my leg. I flinched, realizing it was Will, and I immediately turned to him. He wasn't even looking at me, talking with the couple of people to his left, but I felt his hand squeeze and rub slowly up my thigh. I tried to act like nothing was up, focusing back on Ryan, but when his hand reached my crotch, I started to sweat. What was he doing? I thought we were going to keep things to ourselves. I wanted him badly, now more than ever, but I wasn't willing to take any risks like this just yet. His hand cupped over my dick and he squeezed, getting a good feel of the instantly hardening boner in my pants. Then he took his hand away, and I was left befuddled.
A few moments later, Will got up from his chair and I saw he was headed towards the bathroom. As I watched, he quickly glanced back, making purposeful eye contact with me, then turned away and walked off.
"I'll be right back," I said to the friends next to me.
"Breaking the seal?" Ryan joked.
"Yeah," I said with a laugh. "Three will do that to me every time."
I followed Will to the bathroom, another guy exiting the door as I walked in. There were two urinals and a stall, and Will stood up against the far urinal. I joined him at the other, quickly unzipping my pants because I really did have to piss. I looked around and behind me again. We were alone.
"What the fuck was that?" I scolded him in a low voice.
"Dude, I want your cock so bad," he said, turning to look at me. His eyes moved down and he checked out my dick. I looked down at his, watching the steady stream of piss flowing out from his penis as it hung out of his open jeans.
"Fuck, man. Me too, but I thought we were going to be cool about it."
"We are," he said casually. "I just can't stop thinking about it."
I looked at him. He looked so hot. I wanted to suck that dick, even as I watched it pour out piss in front of me. I thought about all the jacking off to him I had done that week, the hard humping of my pillows imagining him in my bed. We had to get it on again so or I was going to crack up. He was smiling at me, his eyes flicking between my face and my dick. His hand was holding his dick, now just dripping into the urinal. My eyes wandered down his sexy body, resting on his tight-fitted jeans on his rump.
"Your ass looks fucking hot," I said.
"Thought you'd like that," he teased. So, he had dressed like that for me? God, he was so unbelievably sexual.
"We should go back to my apartment," I said.
"I took an Uber. You can give me a ride later."
"Dude, I don't want to wait," I said pleadingly. Then I blurted out, "I want to pound your ass right now."
"Let's just see if there's a time we can slip out," he said, zipping up and going to the sink to wash his hands. We didn't say anything more as he dried his hands and I finished at the urinal. He moved towards the door, his hand resting on the handle. Before he opened it, he turned back to me and said "I've been practicing for you, bro."
I watched his round, perfect ass as he walked through the door back into the bar.
We were still about ten minutes from my place, and I was trying to keep to the speed limit despite my anticipation for what was to come when we got there. Will's hand was working my dick good over my pants, feeling my erection with no hesitation. He was cock-hungry like me, and he knew what he was about to get. I'd never had someone get me off while I was driving. No girl had ever been that horny, that shameless about the need for dick. But Will's hand groping and rubbing me felt fucking good, and I found it wasn't that difficult to keep concentrated on the road. When I had quick opportunities, I reached over and rubbed his too, feeling that his was just as raging hard as mine.
"I can't wait to taste your cock," he said.
"Fuck man, I'm going to suck yours down so fast," I countered.
"I'm so gay for you dude," he said. So earnest. So sincere. It made my cock throb to hear him say he was gay again.
"Not nearly as gay as you'll be when I'm balls deep in that ass."
"Ooooo," he moaned playfully.
Before I knew what happened, his head was in my lap, his face nuzzling against my tented crotch.
"Fuck man, be careful!" I yelled.
"Just keep driving," he said.
I focused on the road, luckily empty and quiet, but I tensed as I felt him unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I didn't stop him when he pulled my cock out from my briefs and started licking on it.
"Oh fuck, Will," I cried.
He gave me road head for the last five minutes home. It wasn't a full-on blowjob -- he was smart enough not to make me lose my concentration on the road -- but it felt amazing, and I remembered again the lust he showed with his tongue. He licked on my piss slit where a giant drop of precum had formed.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, and he tasted it.
"You like that?" I said, swiftly looking down at him.
"Make more for me," he begged.
"I'll give you plenty more," I promised.
I pulled the car in quick to the parking lot, slamming into park. He raised up from my lap and I urgently buttoned up my pants. We got out and I fumbled through my keys as we nearly sprinted to the complex door. There was no one around, and he took advantage, groping on my cock again as I opened the outer door. Then, taking two steps at a time, we rushed up the two flights of stairs to the third floor, gigging at how horny we were as we flew down the hallway to the last door on the right. As I worked to open the final door, he was right up against me, rubbing his hard dick on my side. Will was in heat.
Through the door and into the apartment, I shut the door and locked it behind us, then turned to Will. We didn't even take one step inside. I slammed him against the wall, hard. He looked at me with those big hungry brown eyes. Then I threw myself onto him, my lips pressing hard against his and my arms wrapping around his body. We made out with the same wild passion as that first time around the fire, only this time we were more familiar with each other's bodies. My hands slid up inside his shirt, feeling up that smooth stomach and chest. He threw back his head and I licked and kissed down his neck. His sighs of pleasure filled the little hallway of my apartment. He reached around me and grabbed my ass, forcing my hardon to press against his, and as we kissed and licked, we grinded our raging hard dicks together in masculine bliss.
After a minute, he pushed me away. Then looking directly at me with a giant smile, he dropped down on his knees and nearly tore open my pants to get at my cock once more. I leaned against the opposite wall as he took my dick into his mouth. It slid in easy and he moved forward, taking the whole length of my cock down into his throat in the first swallow.
"Fuck yeaaaaaaah," I moaned. "Suck my fucking dick."
He went at it hard, not even bothering to work up to it with licks or gentle sucks. I could feel his hungry desire as he deepthroated me, filling his whole mouth with hard cock, and sucking like a vacuum. The pleasure was intense, my dick so primed from the tease of the evening, and my lust so strong after a week of desperate fantasies. Having Will on my cock again was like I had found my way home. The warm, soft bed of his tongue slithering on the underside of my shaft brought me immediate comfort and ecstasy. He sucked me deep and hard for several minutes, never coming up for air, only pulling for breaths through his nose like a well-trained trumpeter.
I didn't even notice until I saw the flash of his hand that he had gotten out his cock too and was pounding away on it. The site of that meat again, thick and so well-formed, caused a rush of longing to ripple over my body. My eyes were blinded to anything else: I needed his dick. "Dude, c'mon," I said, pulling out of his mouth and grabbing his shoulder to pull him up. He followed me as I dashed to the bedroom, both of us awkwardly pulling off our clothes, trying not to let it slow us down. When we reached the bed, we were naked, our erect cocks standing straight up in the air. I pushed him over the edge of the bed and he fell on his back, his dick bouncing off his stomach as he landed. For a moment, I looked at him there. Naked. Hard. Spread on my bed. It was a vision I had had for so long, finally realized, and hotter than I could have ever imagined. With an animalistic grunt, I jumped on top of him, my body crashing against his as our lips and cocks met. We made out again, humping into each other and arms feeling and grabbing all over. I licked up to his ear, stuck my tongue in, and licked in a swirl. He moaned with delight. Then I gently whispered to him.
"I'm so gay for you too, Will."
He sighed deeply. "Show me," he whispered.
I kissed down his neck, licking along his collarbone to the center of his chest. Then I licked down, feeling his light boyish fur against my tongue. I moved left, first licking in a circle, then gently biting his nipple. I felt him tense below me. He liked that. I moved right, teasing the other nipple. Giving it a suck before letting it pop out of my mouth. Then I headed for the prize, intending to tease him on the way down, but no longer able to be patient. I moved my body so I hovered just over his crotch, then opened wide as I slid that six-inch perfect dick into mouth. He tasted like heaven. The unique taste of pure masculinity; of penis. I had craved it without even knowing what it was, but tasting it again reminded me how we sucked each other's for so long that first night, then again the next morning. Having a man's cock in your mouth has an extreme power that is nearly impossible to resist. Sucking on it only makes you want to suck on it more. I felt the drive to pleasure Will, but in doing so I was satiating a primal need. I don't know how much time had gone by when I heard him say, "give me yours too." I flipped around and lifted my leg over top of him, instinctively moving into the 69 position we had both come to love, and we began our passionate circle of cocksucking anew.
There was no hesitation in what we did, now so familiar with each other's genitals. I licked and sucked each round ball, tasting the muskiness of his sack and feeling that soft fur that grew there. I licked on that perfect shaft, long licks to taste every inch, and flicks of my tongue at the ridge of his head. I licked on his slit, diving in for any droplet of precum I could find, needing to taste his salty seed again.
Will worshipped my cock with equal desire, giving soft moans when he took me in his mouth and panting like a winded dog as he caught his breath from bursts of intense sucking. Then he took just my head in his mouth, sucking quickly and lightly, like a baby on a pacifier. I looked down to see what he was doing and saw he was nursing on my dickhead, squeezing it with his lips.
"God dude, that's intense," I moaned.
He took a quick look up at me. "Give me your precum," he said, almost begging.
I didn't know I could make precum on demand, but the way he said it gave me a wave of horniness and I felt a sudden gush pour out of my dick.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he suckled.
"You're such a horny fuck!" I said.
He pulled off my head. "Fucking feed it to me," he said. He pushed me off from over top of him and scooted up to the head of the bed, propping his head up on a pillow. I got the idea and turned around to face him, straddled him right up at his neck and aligned my pole with his face. I lifted my body up on my arms, hovering, so my dick dangled just above his mouth. He reached up and held it, pointing my swollen head at his outstretched tongue. He licked a newly formed drop of pre, curling his tongue back in his mouth to taste it. I watched as he savored it, giving another low moan of enjoyment.
"You like that shit, don't you?"
"I fucking love it," he said. His hand had gone to his cock to beat it off and I could hear the vibration in his voice.
He fondled my dick, squeezing all the way up, milking the head so that another large drop oozed out. He licked it up again, savoring it like before.
"That's so fucking hot," I whispered.
"Come taste it," he said, sticking out his tongue.
I climbed down, laying on top of him again, and kissed hard against his mouth. My searching tongue found the drop of my precum he held there, and our tongues wrestled as we tasted it together.
"You are the sexiest, horniest fucker," I said.
"I think you're just as naughty as me," he said knowingly.
"You're a slut for cum, aren't you?"
"Mmmm," he nodded. "We're both sluts."
"I'm a slut for you," I said, kissing him again.
"Why don't you show me?"
"Yeah? You want this cock again?" I ground my dick harder into him.
"Yeah, bro," he sighed. "Fucking fill my ass with it."
"You want to get fucked?" I pressed. We were working each other up heavy.
"Make me your fagboy," he begged.
The slur shocked me. Fag was a word that, until then, always frightened me. Guys often called each other fags, but it was so cruel, so hurtful. For me, it had been a word that was threatening -- too close to my secret -- and I avoided it at all costs. But with Will, it took on a whole new meaning. I realized, hearing him call himself that...it turned me on. That was exactly what I wanted to be with him -- a fag. We were both secretly gay and wildly horny. We had discovered our shared enjoyment for dick and buttfucking. There was no more hiding what we wanted, and the limits just kept on getting pushed. We were fully enthralled by our gayness, and I suddenly understood then that we could be fags with each other and wasn't a slur. It was a turn on.
With that I lifted up and moved into position, lifting his legs into the air. He held them in each hand. Those smooth buns opened underneath me, and his tender pink hole was exposed. My dick pulsed and more precum squirted out. I moved forward and brushed my cockhead across his wrinkled asshole, smearing my juice on him.
"Oh god, yes," Will moaned.
"You've been wanting my hard cock again, haven't you?" I asked.
"Yes," he said breathily. "It's all I can think about."
I leaned over to my nightstand, opening a drawer to pull out a fresh bottle of lube. Quickly opening it, I squeezed a glob onto my waiting cock and used my hand to coat the length of my dick. Then, for good measure, I spread some on Will's hole, inserting my finger just a bit inside.
"You ready dude?" I asked, lining up my cock at his opening.
"Fucking put it in," he commanded.
I pushed directly in the center of his circular lips and felt my cockhead slide in. His anus was tight, and I watched as the lips stretched and formed around my head, enveloping it. Will gave a gentle moan. I pushed in more, finding the lube made the penetration much easier than the last time and soon the first two inches of my dick had disappeared inside him.
"Hold it," he said. "Now go slow."
I pushed as slowly as I could, but my need to be fully inside him was strong. Watching his face, I could see his discomfort, but he didn't say stop. He just gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes as I kept pushing deeper. His hole began to feel even tighter, and I had to push with greater force. I knew I was well over halfway in. I felt the warm, moist walls pressing against me. Then, not waiting for any further objection, I pushed hard, ramming my cock into the depths of him, the whole length of my throbbing hard penis sliding inside and my balls coming in contact with his ass cheeks.
"Fuuuuuck!" Will yelled, a mixture of pain and overwhelmed pleasure. He squirmed underneath me.
Holding it deep inside him, I leaned down and kissed him to muffle his cry. The feeling of our lips together while we were connected by my cock in his ass was intense and he stopped squirming and kissed me back hard. After a few seconds, I instinctively began to hump in and out, slow gentle movements, testing his ability to take me. Will began to moan.
"Oh god. Oh yes. Fuck me," he moaned between each hump into him.
We looked directly into each other's eyes, his mouth open and a look of awe on his face.
"Fuck Will, your ass feels so good," I told him.
"God, yes. It's so fucking incredible." He was in ecstasy.
I sped up, beginning to fuck him proper. From this viewpoint I could watch my shaft sliding in and out of his asshole, the liquid mix of lube and precum making wet sounds as I slid in and out. I grasped Will's legs, forcing them farther apart. He immediately brought a hand to his raging hard cock and stroked it to the rhythm of my thrusts.
"Yeah, jerk that cock," I directed him.
"Deeper, dude!" He called.
I fucked into him harder, slamming my dick into even great depths. With each hit to his prostate, he gave a loud moan, and as I fucked into him, Will pushed his ass back onto me. The boy couldn't get enough.
The feeling was intense but so was the sight. Looking down I could see all the things that turned me on: my steel-hard and slick cock sliding in and out, his beautiful spread asshole formed around it, him masturbating his crazy hard dick, and those bouncing round balls. I knew I couldn't last long. This wasn't like the first time when we weren't sure what to do or how assfucking worked. I had been edged up all week for the moment to be inside him again.
"I'm gonna fucking cum, man!" I announced.
"Cum on my hole," he said.
"What?"
"Pull out and bust on my hole!"
The orgasm swelled and before I knew it, I felt I was approaching the point of no return. I quickly yanked my cock out of his hole and furiously jacked it the last few strokes to the finish. In seconds, my dick was pulsing with massive throbs and cum spewed out in jets onto his gaping asshole. The white, thick juice coated those open lips and squirted up to his balls and dripped onto his inner thighs. Will squealed as my cum covered him and he determinably pounded on his own cock.
"Fuck it back in me," he begged.
"Oh fuck yeah, dude."
I wiped my cock across his hole, smearing the creamy cum onto my cockhead, then I slowly pushed into his waiting hole. He beat his cock like a madman. I could feel the cum, warm and slick, easing my passage back in him even easier than before. My cock was still rock hard despite having busted my nut. I plowed into the depths of him, seeding that cum deep. I thrust in and out, fucking him with my fresh semen.
"Fuuuuck!" Will screamed, and ropes of cum came shooting out of his dick. The first splattered on his chest up to his shoulders. The second squirt all the way to his face, covering his chin and lips. The third plastered his cheeks. I could feel his asshole contracting, squeezing my cummy cock that was buried as far in him as it would go. Will wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me down onto him. We kissed hard, his cum between our lips. Both our tongues met to taste it and spread it around. I felt him swallow.
I was spent. I fell over to the side of him on my back. He continued to fondle his softening cock as we both strived to catch our breath.
We had gotten up briefly to clean up. Will did whatever he did in the bathroom to clean out his ass -- I think we both remembered the morning after of our camping trip when he hadn't had a chance. And I was no longer at the mercy of moist towelettes to clean up my dick. So freshened up but still nude, we laid back on the bed, relaxed and fulfilled for the time being. It felt good to be naked with a man in my bed, even not having sex, and it felt even better that it was Will. As we lay there, one or both of us would casually play with ourselves, as naked men do when there is no shame between them. Will and I both seemed to enjoy touching even our soft penises.
"That was even hotter than last time," Will said.
"Yeah, you really can take a dick, bro," I said in praise.
"It was easier. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time."
"I guess you knew what to expect," I said, then I remembered his tease in the bar bathroom. "What did you mean when you said you've been practicing?"
He turned his head, facing me with a little grin on his face. He was absentmindedly massaging his balls, as was I. "I've got a toy I've been playing with."
"A dildo?" I'm sure I sounded a bit surprised. Will was clearly as gay as I was, but that was a step I had never thought to take.
"It's not as good as the real thing," he said nonchalantly. Then after a second, he said more intensely, "but I've been pretending it's you all week."
"That's really hot." The same image I had had before when he told me he had played with things popped in my head: Will lying naked on his bed, his legs up, fucking himself with a dildo, calling out my name. But this time it wasn't just a slow tease of his ass, but hard thrusts of the dildo into his eager hole as he rapidly stroked his dick. I realized then that he had off-handedly just told me what neither of us had admitted to that point: he jerked off thinking about me. It was an incredible turn on, and I felt my dick begin to thicken. I decided to tell him what at one time I thought I never would. "Want to know a secret?" I said with a smile.
"What?"
"I've been jerking off all week thinking about you too." I awaited his response.
"Yeah?" He replied, a touch of excitement in his voice. "You stroked your dick thinking about my ass?"
"All week," I said, then I paused. I looked in his eyes, serious now. "And a lot more before that."
He looked at me slyly, considering what I was saying. I could see he was thinking through how to respond. Did his masturbation fantasies include me for all this time too? How long has he been pleasuring himself thinking about sex between us? What other secrets had he concealed about our friendship?
"So..." he started, tentatively. "You've been jerking of to me for a while?"
I moved my hand to his leg, placing it just inside his thigh. "Yeah, man."
"For a long while?" He asked, poking more at the truth between us. His face was more serious.
"Yes," I said, moving my hand further up his thigh.
Will rolled over on his side towards me and his smile returned. My hand brushed his penis as he turned. It felt fuller than it had looked moments before.
"Mark, I can't believe I'm actually telling you this," he said, pausing briefly. "I've been jerking off to you since like we first knew each other."
I smiled at him and deliberately grabbed his swelling package in my hand. "So have I," I said calmly.
He reached out and grabbed my dick too. We were hardening in each other's hands. "Fuck, if only we had known!"
"So many loads of cum I could have fed you," I said. Slowly I began to stroke his dick.
"Mmmmm," he moaned. "And so many times I could have taken your big cock."
We were fully masturbating each other, both hard again; it was apparent we had another round left in us. Our breaths were getting heavier. His hand felt good stroking me.
"You should stay here tonight," I said suggestively.
"Yeah," he responded. "I'm free all day tomorrow too." He winked, his adorable face crinkling with those sexy pink lips turned up in a smile. "Dude," I said, an idea coming to me. "We should just fuck all day. Make up for lost time."
Will got up and crawled over top of me. He straddled my waist and sat down, placing his hands on my shoulders to hold me down. I could feel my bone resting right between his soft butt cheeks. His hardon was right in front of my face, pointing right at me. This horny boy wanted it again.
"Why wait till tomorrow?" He began to gyrate his hips, grind his ass on my cock. I could feel it start to throb under the pressure.
"You need some dick in your ass again, fagboy?" I teased.
He leaned down, his mouth close to me ear and whispered softly, "I want to ride your cock like a real faggot."
"God damn, you're fucking hot!"
Will lifted up and reached for the lube, quickly slathering a glob of the jelly on my pole. He positioned his ass over top. Holding my dick in place, he aimed it right at his spreading butthole as he lowered down. My cockhead made contact, and then immediately popped inside. Will sat all the way down and my meat was fully inside him once again.
It was already about one in the morning, and we fucked like that at least until two. Will rode up and down on my dick and my hands explored his beautiful body and played with his constantly erect cock. Intermittently I would pump up into him, searching for even greater depths, then he would take back control and bounce on my rod some more. I squeezed on his nipples, caressed the smooth skin of his stomach and back, and grabbed and slapped his spread ass cheeks. We only paused to replenish the lube. Having already shot our loads once, we both had the endurance for a long, slow buttfucking session. I wanted it to last forever.
Will and I had connected with more than our bodies. We were so similar sexually that we were both continuously turned on by each other's secret desires, and as we casually fucked through the night we connected even more. The dirty talk continued, constant teasing of our shared lust for cock and mansex. Nothing seemed to be out of bounds, nothing too sacred about the lust between us to share. We shared our long-held fantasies, exploring more of the years of masturbation we had hid from each other. Our fetishes were revealed, without judgement and with an interest to try so many new things we had only imagined doing with each other.
As he bounced up and down, Will told me about the first time he had jerked off to me. It was not long after we had started working together as teens. He would catch quick glimpses of me, checking me out in my work uniform, unaware I was doing the same to him. When he gazed at the outline of my dick in my pants one day, he saw I had a boner. Later that night he had jerked until he came, imagining sucking it and feeling it rub on his hole.
I stroked his dick in a steady rhythm as I told him about my first memory of shooting a load to him. One of our coworkers had a pool and invited a few of us over one weekend. I watched Will the entire time, his half-naked body revealed. When he had gotten out of the water, pulling himself up to climb over the pool edge, his wet trunks had clung tight to his round, supple ass. I had taken a mental snapshot and in bed that night pounded my young dick to orgasm lusting for him.
Will showed me his habit of tasting his pre, his bouncing dick making a continuous flow as mine massaged his prostate. Every time a good amount built up on his piss slit, he would gather it on his finger and bring it to his mouth, savoring the taste with the most adorable smile. If Will had a fetish, it was cum. He had been tasting his own when he jacked off for as long as he could remember. He dreamed about licking other guys' cum and he yearned to taste mine. He wanted cum in his mouth, on his face, and in his ass. I had helped him satiate that craving.
He surmised that ass was my fetish, and he was not far off. In a moment of vulnerability, I told him that I loved jerking off to guys' holes. My biggest turn on was a sweet, tight, pink manly asshole. I had never experienced one before his, but I shared with him how the lust for manhole made me want to try all sorts of things. He made me promise I would show him everything I wanted to do.
"It sounds like we're going to have a busy day tomorrow," he said. His ass had been bouncing on my dick for an hour and I was steadily jerking him off.
"We should rest up so we have plenty of energy."
"Bust in my ass so we can get some sleep," he directed me.
"Only if you'll shoot your load on me," I agreed.
Will lifted up and I started thrusting up into him, building up speed to our climax. He took over pounding on his dick, throwing his head back and moaning.
"Fuck my faggot ass, Mark!" He cried.
"Yeah, bro, take that big cock!"
In seconds we were there, approaching orgasm as our bodies smashed together, connected by my cock in his hole. Grunting and sweating, we came at the same time. I thrust all the way in him, ejaculating deep in his gut, while he beat his cum out of his dick in jets, squirting up my chest and onto my face. The intensity subsided and after hours of sex we were both exhausted.
Will collapsed on top of me, my dick still deep inside him. His face was right against min, his warm semen like glue between our skin. He raised his head, then in long slow licks, cleaned the cum off my face. I watched him swallow. I kissed him, tasting the salty sweet essence that remained on his tongue. Then he rolled off me, my slimy softening dick falling out of him, and fell over to the side.
"Tomorrow," he said, sleepily. "Let's get naughty."
"Don't you think we've already been naughty?" I said, barely able to muster a light laugh.
"No," he whispered. "We haven't even gotten started."
Then we were both asleep.