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 3
Waking up to a blowjob is actually a bit disorienting. For most every morning of my life, at least since puberty, I had woken up with wood. So, it felt natural to have an erection as I awoke but it was slightly jarring to realize that my dick was getting off on something, that it was wet and moving, and that it felt fucking good. I lifted my head and looked down to see Will quietly nursing on my hard cock, his naked body curled up at my side me with his head resting on my hip. If it weren't for his gentle back and forth movements as he slid my swollen head between his lips, he might have looked asleep. I lowered my head back down and closed my eyes, giving a long sigh as I enjoyed the pleasure of a man on my cock.
I thought about Will's desire to get `naughty' and wondered what we would get up to that day. Of course, I had a general idea -- Will had nowhere to be until work that night and we had agreed to have a day full of sex -- but we had started sharing some of our more exotic interests and I wasn't sure how far we would go. After so many years of enjoying gay porn, I had seen just about every act I thought that two men could do together sexually. Some looked hot as hell, some I had no interest in whatsoever, and some got me off hard when I jerked to them, but I wasn't sure I would actually try if it came to it. I thought about how hard I boned for guys' holes. I'd always had. The thought of exploring Will's with more than my cock was tempting. Maybe there was even more we could slow down and explore.
Will had surprised me already with his adventurousness. He had swallowed my load that morning of the camping trip -- something I didn't think I could do, but he had been eager and seemed to relish it. The thought began to creep into my mind to feel and taste a mouthful of his fresh, warm spunk. Was it really as hot as it looked? His desire for cum was like a fetish; the boy had been licking his own precum for years, and he practically begged me to feed him mine when he sucked my dick. The more he got off on it, the more I was tempted to indulge. Tasting my precum on his tongue, kissing him with his load between our lips -- it was all so intensely sexual. That sweet-salty mix of our semen was such a unique part of sex between men that I never knew I would enjoy so much.
As I lay there enjoying Will's mouth, the thoughts of sharing our cum was swiftly turning me on even more. I lifted my head to watch him again, placing one hand on the back of his head and petting that soft, auburn hair, uncharacteristically in disarray from his slumber. He looked up at me, his lips still around my cock, recognizing that I was fully awake. I felt my cock surge, getting hornier with my thoughts of cum, and it pulsed as a shot of pre flowed into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned, savoring the injection of my fluid.
"Good morning, cocksucker," I told him.
He slipped my cock out. "Good morning," he said with a horny smile.
"Hungry for breakfast?"
"I've got all I need right here," he said.
He made a few casual licks up my shaft. A new drop of pre glistened on to the top of my head. He saw it there, then pointed his tongue to get it into my piss slit, scooping it out. Seeing him so shamelessly eating that juice was so hot. I wanted to get dirty with him, to be horny and gay together, to do something that I could never do with a girl. Soon, a perverted idea came to me.
"Let's feed each other," I said.
"Hmmm?" He was looking back up at me curiously.
I sat up and spread my legs.
"Come here," I directed him. "Put our dicks together."
I motioned for him to move in front of me. He did, scooting in and lifting his legs over mine. With one last push, our cocks and sacks mashed together, an incredible sight. I took both our cocks in my hand, holding them as one.
"That's fucking hot," he said, looking down at our boners pressing against each other.
"Can't do this with a girl," I said. He gave me a wicked smile.
I slowly stroked up both our dicks, squeezing them tight. As I expected, the top of his cock was covered in pre. With my other hand, I touched it with an outpointed finger and smeared it around the tip. I lifted it to his mouth.
"Taste it," I said.
Will parted his lips and I gently stuck my finger in, rubbing it on his tongue. He licked it, then sucked on my fingertip, his eyes closing and his face twisting into a delighted smile. I saw his Adam's apple jump as he swallowed.
"More," he quietly said.
Still slowly stroking our tandem cocks, I wiped up some more of the sticky goo from his slit and brought it back to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it clean, again savoring the taste before swallowing it down. He was loving it, being fed his own precum, and there was a ceaseless flow of juice pouring from him. I wanted a taste too. After a dozen or so licks for him, I scooped up the next one and brought it to my own mouth, seeing his eyes get big as he watched me taste his semen. I wiped it on my tongue and experienced the slimy, tacky feel and sweet taste with a salty tang.
Will let out a light moan at the sight. This was turning him on big time. He followed my lead, using a finger to scoop up the large dollop of pre that had gathered on my swollen cockhead. Then he brought it up to my mouth and waited for me to lick it off. My juice was saltier than his, but good. It was an intensely sexual experience, tasting my own precum as he watched. Doing something that felt so private -- getting off licking my own fluid -- but being so open with him about our enjoyment was unsurpassingly arousing.
We took turns then, feeding each other precum from whichever dick was flowing. He fed me his and then my own, I fed him mine and then his. I took turns feeding myself my own and he did the same. It was a hot moment when, simultaneously, I fed myself my precum and he licked up a big drop of his own. We smiled at each other, like two naughty boys secretly indulging in some forbidden fruit. Through some kind of magical sexual force, the semen kept flowing, and all the while I increased the rhythm of my hand on our frotting cocks. It was shameless. I'd never seen men do what we did, but I knew it would be an act we would have to repeat.
After many tastes, we tried something new. I milked fresh gushes of pre out of both of us. Then with the pad of my finger I swirled around them, mixing our semen together. It shone like pristine nectar on our dickheads, strings of sticky cum between them. With a big scoop, I brought the mixture up to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and he swiped up the drop as he had done before, but this time I leaned in and kissed him, inserting my tongue and finding where that gooey drop rested on his. We tasted it together, our tongues wrestling with the thick liquid between them, moaning in each other's mouths. I jerked our cocks hard against each other.
It must have been too much for Will. As we lost ourselves in that cum-trading makeout, I suddenly felt his cock throb hard against mine and his lips and face became tense. With a loud moan, he ejaculated and his jizz shot up between us, coating both our chests. The warm liquid splashing on my body made me kiss him harder, leaning into him and forcing my tongue against his. I kept jerking us, milking out his load, never looking down but feeling that warm fresh cum ooze onto my dick. When his orgasm subsided, he broke our kiss, leaning back on his hands and breathing heavy.
My cock was now covered in milky slick fluid. I let go of his and wrapped my hand around mine, smearing the cum all over my shaft. Lubed up by his load, I jacked my cock hard while he watched. The sensation was intense, the natural lube aiding my quick slide up and down.
"Fucking hot," Will whispered, his eyes locked on my cum-covered dick.
The wet fapping sounds echoed off the walls of my small bedroom. I increased speed, jerking hard with his cum. The kinkiness of our precum-eating, cum-trading adventure had worked me up to a horny frenzy, and I was turned on even more by Will was watching me masturbate. I pounded on my dick, the cum working into a frothy mix. In seconds I was over the edge and with a grunt, jets of cum squirted from my dick, flying into the air and landing on Will's chest and the bedsheets between us. I jerked until the last drop flowed out and then, unwilling to stop the pleasure of my hand on my slick, pulsing dick, I jerked some more.
Will watched with intensity. When I finally stopped, he reached a hand up to his chest, smearing the cum around, mixing his and mine together. I knew what he was about to do, but I was still in awe as he brought his cum-covered fingers to his mouth and, with a giant smile on his face, licked the stringy, creamy load clean. He swallowed, then fell over on his back in satisfaction.
"Naughty boy," I said.
We had wiped ourselves down pretty good with a towel, but it wasn't enough, so I went for a quick shower. It was about 9:30 and with no plans other than the joy of each other's sexual company, it was a lazy start to the day.
Will asked if he could use my computer, a laptop on a small desk in the corner of the bedroom, while I cleaned up. I didn't think twice about it until as I dried off in the bathroom, I suddenly remembered -- Will's dick pics. Those two images of his erect cock I had copied from his borrowed hard drive a couple of years ago were there, on a flash drive amongst a massive archive of gay porn. The stick was still inserted in the laptop, as it always was since I lived alone. I was quickly filled with dread. It wasn't the fear of him knowing I got off to them -- we had already admitted we had been jerking off to each other for years. I was more worried he might think I had betrayed his trust.
I quickly finished drying, wrapped the towel around my waist, and tried to act cool as I walked back into the bedroom to see if I could intercede in any discovery. As I came up behind him, it was clear he had at least found what was hidden on the USB stick. The screen was filled with two naked jocks in a 69, hard poles in each other's mouth and their fit, naked bodies in a circular embrace. It was one of many images of that position that I had gathered over the years. Will sat in the desk chair, leaning in towards the screen, one hand on the mouse and the other holding his junk. He heard me sidle up and turned to look up at me with a knowing smile on your face.
"Looks like I stumbled on your porn collection," he said.
"Did you now," I replied. Despite my worry about him finding those two pics, it was hot to see Will looking at the gay porn I so often got off to. "Are you surprised?"
"Not at all," he said. "I think we're into the same kind of dudes."
He flipped through a few more 69 pics, then back up to the root drive looking at all the folders, carefully named by category. I looked down, seeing that he was gently massaging himself. Was he already horny again? I couldn't blame him -- my addiction to gay porn was strong and I sometimes jerked off two or three times in a row if I was really feeling it.
He opened another folder and the screen filled with thumbnails of guys fucking. "Nice," he said.
"Kinda presumptuous to go through somebody's private collection," I said, teasingly.
"Oh?" he said, turning his head again to look up at me. "You should talk!"
I felt a pang of dread.
"What do you mean?" I tried to play dumb.
He said nothing as he turned back to move the mouse to a different folder. From where I stood behind him, the screen was too far for me to read the label, but I knew it was the one I had stupidly named `Will.'
I could have grabbed his hand, kept him from opening it. I could have pretended like I didn't know what he was talking about or said I didn't know where they came from. But what was the point? He surely knew his own dick when he saw it and he clearly knew I had his pictures. But the smile on his face showed that he clearly wasn't upset. I watched as he opened the folder, double-clicked the first thumbnail, and his beautiful penis, standing vertically erect in all its glory filled the screen top to bottom.
"What have you been doing with these?" he said wryly. He flipped back and forth between the two pics, as I had done a thousand times. "Listen, Will," I said, trying to gather my words. "I'm sorry man, it's just I found them and I..."
"Dude," he stopped me. He turned around in the chair, those deep brown eyes looking into me. "It's cool."
"Yeah?" I was still unsure.
"Yeah," he replied. He was rubbing himself with more vigor than before. "You get off to these?"
"What do you think?" I asked.
He looked down at my crotch, hidden by the white towel wrapped around my waist. There was a bulge there, the slightest tenting that stretched the towel across my front.
"I think you jack off to my dick pics," he said with a mischievous smile. I was feeling more at ease. It seemed he was actually turned on that I had secretly been getting off to pics of him for so long.
"I thought you'd be upset," I said sheepishly.
His smile was kind and understanding. I felt a warmth from him that I hadn't noticed before. It was different than the sexual connection we had established. It was more like he was understood the longing and desire I had pent up, and that he felt the pain and frustration of it too. For a moment, I was lost in those deep brown eyes.
Then his devilish smirk returned and I saw the now familiar look of horniness in his face. "Actually, it's really hot," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we should take some new pics."
"We'll see," I said.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked past him, seeing the screen full of his hard cock, then looked down his naked body at his actual dick. It was nearly as hard as the one on the screen. Will turned back to the computer. "Let's see what else you got on here."
His hand moved to the mouse, and he went back to browsing through the folders. As hot as it was seeing Will enjoy my collection, part of me was still feeling a bit shy. I had never shared with anyone that I got off to gay porn, much less divulged the secret kinks that I gooned too in the late hours of the night. Will was never the judgmental type, but I felt exposed nonetheless. Yet from how he reacted, it was apparent he liked what I liked.
"You horny again already?" I asked him.
He nodded towards the screen. "Gay porn does that to me." He looked down at my towel again. "Looks like it does it for you too."
"Every time," I said.
"Fucking hot," he said, looking through a folder of nude jock guys with hardons.
"Hard cocks," I said with some hunger.
"God, yes," he said, his eyes glued to the screen. "Look at that one."
He stopped on a young athletic guy with a big dick, probably 8 or 9 inches. It looked hard enough to drive a nail. Trimmed pubes highlighted the massive cock, and a nice low-hanging sack underneath completed the perfect image. Will had good taste. I could see he was starting to stroke his dick rather than just massage it. Mine was raised to full attention and the towel had about come unwrapped. Seeing Will jerk off to dick right in front of me was unreal. We had proved repeatedly how gay we were with each other, but it was like a whole other dimension of this new reality was being revealed.
He moved back up to another folder. Butts. "Mmmm," he moaned. "Some of the backside."
"Yeah, well, you know what I like," I said as he opened it and skimmed down the screen of thumbnails of spread asses.
"Quite a collection you got here," he noted. There was pic after pic of guys showing ass. Some on all fours, cheeks spread wide, some of guys spread eagle with their legs in the air, and many of my most private turn-on -- close-up shots of guys' assholes. Will opened image after image, browsing through my gallery of holes, some smooth, some furry, all sexy.
He stopped on one image, a close-up of a smooth hole, pink and puckered. It was a young twink that had been one of my favorite porn stars, his legs up in the air and his beautiful boy butt spread.
"Daaaaamn, dude," Will exclaimed. "This what you like?" He was jerking his cock steadily and I could see he was fully hard now.
"Yeah" I admitted. "You?"
"Fuck man, a boy ass like that? Totally hot."
I unwrapped my towel and released my boner. It was at full mast now, the site of Will jerking to a spread twink ass was the final straw. As I sat inches from him, both of us admiring that well-formed butt, the memory of Will's parted cheeks popped in my head. His tight perfect rosebud replaced the sight on the screen. I lusted for it harder than any of the beautiful holes in my gallery. Three times I had sunk my cock balls deep in it, but I still wanted something more. What I really wanted was to explore Will's hole. I wanted to touch it and play with it, to get close and really look at it. Suddenly, I was imagining myself doing what I had gotten off to guys doing in porn so many times but didn't think I could ever do -- licking it. It still seemed so taboo.
I came back to the present, watching as Will ogled that smooth spread ass on the screen. I don't know why I was surprised he was into guys' asses like I was -- I guess it was because he had really only shown interest in taking my dick: a "bottom" as I knew it was called. Maybe Will wanted to be a "top" too. I couldn't blame him with the way ass turned me on. Sometimes I thought guys asses were so hot that it seemed impossible that all guys weren't into them. And smooth twink ass was damn near irresistible.
"If you like that, you should check out the twink folder," I told him.
"Ooooo," he called. He found it quickly and opened it up. Thumbnails of all the smooth twink boys I had gotten off to over the years cascaded down the screen. He opened up a file and a video of a cute boy sucking another's big cock started playing.
Will looked back at me and down at my dick. A smile crept across his face as he saw that I had started jerking off too. He scooted back in the chair so we were close and opening up my view to the screen. We spent a few quiet seconds jerking off in unison to the video. I watched him. He was so into it. Will got off to gay porn as hard as I did.
"How much you jerk to gay porn?" I asked. He looked at me, his face a little more serious. I felt for a moment that connection between us, our shared secret pastime revealed.
"A lot," he said. "Like non-stop." Maybe Will really was as depraved as me. I thought long jerk sessions to porn was just something I alone did. Maybe not. "How `bout you?"
"A lot, man," I replied, enjoying the admission. "I can't get enough."
Will flipped through a few more videos, settling on one of a smooth twink riding a jock's big dick. Again, we beat our dicks in unison, our breathing becoming louder and heavier. For a few moments we said nothing, both concentrated on the screen with a steady rhythm to our masturbation. I thought about all the hours I'd done this very thing, never knowing Will had been doing the same. Now we were doing it together and it was invigorating.
"You ever edge it?" I asked him.
"Edge my dick?"
"Yeah," I said.
His smile widened as he looked down to watch me again. "Do you?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Me too," he finally admitted. "Once I get going, I can't stop."
"How long you go for?" I asked him.
"Depends on how much time I have," he said with a chuckle. Then after a moment he said, "sometimes a couple of hours."
"That's hot!" I blurted out.
"You do it too?"
"Hours, man," I replied. "Filthy, depraved hours of masturbation to gay porn." We both laughed. The connection was palpable in that moment -- the secret addiction that neither of us had ever admitted now openly shared. It felt like there was little left to hide of our solitary habits. I wanted to experience it with him even more.
"I have an idea," I said. Will looked at me, curious. "Let's put some hot gay porn on the big screen and edge together."
"Yeah!" He replied excitedly. "Maybe take turns finding some hot stuff?"
"For sure," I said.
"I really want to get a shower though. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," I said. "Go get cleaned up. I'll get the porn going."
As he got up and walked towards the bathroom, my cock pulsed at the sight of his ass. The beautiful smooth cheeks folded and bounced as he moved and I felt the urge to explore more what was between them. Again, I thought of my face down there, pressed between those mounds of flesh, tongue prying into the warm moist center. Without thinking, I called out to him as he disappeared through the bathroom door.
"Dude, get that hole perfectly clean for me!"
The living area of my apartment was small, but comfortable. Just outside the bedroom door was a couch against the wall with a little coffee table in front of it. To the left was my small kitchen with a tall counter. My 60" flatscreen was across from the couch, and to the right was a sliding glass door that went out to a balcony that overlooked the other buildings in the complex. For what we were about to do, I had closed the blinds tight -- sunlight crept in from the sides, but we would have complete privacy.
I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. My dick had softened a bit from the time that Will had gone to shower, but I sill played with my balls absent-mindedly as I set things up. I'd placed the laptop on the coffee table and set it to stream to the TV. I decided to start with something mild, finding a video of young jock slow-fucking another hot young guy in a doggystyle position. When Will walked in, naked and drying his hair with a towel, there was gay sex filling the screen and I was jacking off.
"Whoa," he said, staring at the screen and down at my dick. "Nice."
"Thought you'd like this," I said.
He joined me on the couch, sitting close to me on my left and spreading his legs. He lifted his right leg over my left so our torsos were together. I saw that his boner had gone down some, but he was definitely still aroused. His hand instinctively went to it, rubbing his cock and balls while he stared at the screen.
"These guys are hot," Will quietly said, never taking his eyes off the screen. He began to slowly stroke himself. The video cut to a closeup of the jocks big dick sliding in and out of the round ass of the other guy.
"That ass has got me worked up," I said.
"Yeah, I'd love to feel my cock in that."
I look at him, a bit surprised. He hadn't shown any interest in being the one fucking. Between jerking off to the asses in my collection and now wanting to fuck the guy on the screen, I was a bit confused on what Will was really into.
"So you want to be on top?" I clarified.
"Fuck yeah," he said, as if it were obvious. "Check out that sexy ass. Don't you?"
"Yeah man," I replied. "I just wasn't sure if you just liked to...receive." It felt a little awkward to say. I still wasn't quite comfortable with the language of gay sex.
Will looked over at me, still jerking himself, but with a curious look on his face.
"Are you kidding?" He said. Then he smiled again, "Just cause you can't stop plowing your dick in my ass doesn't mean I don't want to fuck too!"
"Ok, ok," I waved him down. "You're pretty good at the bottom thing, though."
"Maybe you need to try it!"
"We'll see." I said non-committedly.
We had been jerking off for almost an hour, stroking vigorously through a variety of porn and talking dirty, admiring hot men and attractive dicks and asses with little restraint. It was nearly three in the afternoon. Realizing that we hadn't eaten anything that day besides our precum breakfast, we took a quick break to reheat some pizza I had leftover in the fridge. The porn kept playing while we ate and our boners never went down. Standing naked together in the kitchen, our dicks outright from our bodies, we threw down the pizza while we watched and commented on the guys and the sex that we couldn't get enough of.
Before returning to the couch, I had grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedroom. We slathered up our cocks, the echoes of sloppy fapping added to the cacophony of manly moans and pounding bodies coming from the screen. We took turns jerking each other, jerking ourselves, and massaging the other while he pleasured himself. Will played with my balls as I jerked to a video of guys 69ing. I caressed his inner thighs and under his sack as he stroked hard to a couple of hot guys fucking in a locker room shower. We edged our dicks, working up close to orgasm then pausing to keep them from cumming.
The day was getting later but the debauchery continued, two horny men unashamedly jacking off to gay porn together. We were slowly building to climax and I was wondering what was going to bring us over the top. It was Will's turn to find a video and he had been searching for a while, patiently looking for whatever it was he had in mind.
"C'mon man," I said. "Find some more dick before I lose my edge."
"Hold on, you horny fag" he joked. "I've got something good. Just have to find it."
He searched intently, one hand guiding the laptop while the other, sticky and wet, slowly kept pleasuring his meat. I looked him up and down, admiring again the site of him masturbating. His body was beautiful -- fit in all the right places. Soft but masculine. Smooth with just the light fine fur that perfectly enhanced his fair skin. It made me want to lick him all over, to taste his sweet manly essence. Again, the image of his round, spread ass filled my mind. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to lick there too. I wondered what it would be like to feel my tongue travelling up his crack and...
"Got it," he said. He leaned back as the video faded in on the screen.
I recognized the guys right away, two porn stars that had been the target of my orgasms several times over. One was a taller, hunky guy with longer brown hair, a perfect penis and an athletic ass. The other was younger and shorter, but with a hot fit body and an incredible bubble butt. The two were playing boyfriends, one just coming home from work and the other greeting him. Kissing quickly turned to making out and about a minute in, the guys were naked with the younger one on his knees sucking his boyfriend's dick. I had a glimpse of recognition. I felt like this video had gotten me off hard in the past.
"I've seen this," I said.
"Yeah?" Will said, never taking his eyes from the screen. "You want something different?"
"No, it's hot," I said. Then I remembered what was so hot about it. "They lick each other a lot."
"Mmmhmmm," Will responded. "Hot rimjobs." He kept jerking steadily, eyes fixed on the TV.
My cock pulsed and oozed fresh precum at Will's mentioning of my ultimate turn-on. It seemed so taboo, but Will obviously liked watching it too. But although asslicking looked hot, I was still unsure how I felt about actually doing it. Wasn't it dirty? Didn't it taste bad? Guys seemed to really get into it, shoving their tongues deep inside each other's asses in porn videos, but in reality, did guys really do that to each other? I wondered if it felt as good as they made it seem.
As we watched, the taller guy moved his boyfriend over to a seatless chair. He wrapped his partner's legs over the frame, opening and exposing that round, plump ass. He got underneath, licking up and down the thick cock of his man. Slowly he crept lower and the camera followed. With a full-throated moan from above him, the boyfriend licked all the way down the crack of the plentiful ass and over the hole.
I looked over at Will, whose mouth was open and eyes were wide. His hand was stroking his cock with focused determination. He was enjoying this.
The action intensified. The guy in the chair settled in, spreading himself wider so his hole was exposed under the chair. His boyfriend lay flat on the ground and began to lick at the exposed anus above him. I felt the speed of my hand increase on my cock and I looked over, seeing Will had done the same.
The camera got close and a wet, pointed tongue slid up into the hole. A satisfied sigh came from the guy above. Licking and pushing his tongue into the open asshole, the guy gave his man a deep rimjob that seemed to be giving both complete delight.
I tried to gauge the horniness on Will's face. The steadiness of his strokes, his intense focus on the screen, his gaping jaw -- all evidence of the lust for the explicit tongue on hole action before us. It made me squirt another shot of precum, a milky glob that oozed down my head and quickly got mixed with the greasy lube I was sliding all over my dick. I looked down his body. Will's legs were bent and spread, feet on the edge of the coffee table in front of us. His ass was low, nearly hanging off the seat of the couch, not positioned much differently than the boyfriend getting licked in the porn. I knew his hole had to be exposed, warm and moist from the intensity of our long jack-off session. An urge was building in me. I wanted to be down there, close to it. I wanted to know what it was like to lick Will in the most intimate of places. It still felt like I would be crossing some line, but he seemed to get off on asslicking as much as I did.
Without a word I peeled myself off my seat and moved down under Will, sprawling my legs under the coffee table and moving my head under his ass.
"What are you doing?" Will said, looking down between his legs.
I said nothing, just reached up and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. The supple cheeks parted and I gazed up at the manly ass crack inches from my face. I'd seen it before, but now I was in close range and it was for the first time the target of my exploration. Will seemed perfect everywhere, and his asshole was no exception. The crack was mostly smooth, with only a line of whispy light fur that outlined his hole. A ring of darker pink skin encircled his ass lips, like a target outlining a bullseye. The hole itself was more like a slit, maybe an inch long, and held tightly closed by the puffy wrinkled lips that reminded me of his mouth. As I gazed, it appeared more and more like a mouth -- and I had a sudden understanding of why men would want to lick each other's assholes. Will's anus was like another set of lips to kiss, to make out with, to probe with my tongue. But it was so much more -- a sensitive and intimate treasure that was hidden to most, itself both beautiful and sexual while also the entrance to greater depths of masculine pleasure.
I raised up higher, my nose between his cheeks and close to the hole. I sniffed tentatively, then took in more. The aroma was like nothing I had sensed before, not dirty or foul, but musky and manly. There was a hint of the soap from his shower. The scent was thick and moist, alluring, the concentrated essence of him. I had no idea that smelling a man's ass could be so intoxicating. Whether it was my imagination or the power of some actual pheromone, it made me want nothing more than to taste him there.
Will said nothing more above me, surely still curious, but likely having guessed what I was preparing to do by both my position and the inspiration on the screen. I raised up more, my face now touching his ass. I stuck out my tongue, and with a light, timid touch I licked across his asshole. "Ohhh," Will moaned with a sigh.
Fresh. Clean. Musky. Manly. These were the tastes that I experienced upon that first lick. It was clear now - his hole was nothing more than skin. I flattened my tongue and moved down to the base of his crack. Then in a long, slow movement I licked up, my tongue grazing through his soft fur, over the wrinkled lips of his hole, and up to the place below his balls.
"Of fuuuuck, Mark" Will moaned. He squirmed above me, shifting in his seat, and his cheeks parted even more.
I licked again, another long swipe up his crack, causing him to give a heavy sigh. The taste was almost sweet when I licked across his hole, and I targeted it for greater attention. I licked directly on those puffy lips, feeling them protrude and sink in reflex. I dragged my tongue across his asshole slowly, following the wrinkled terrain and depressing in the orifice between. I kissed his beautiful anus, softly and with tenderness. Then I licked across it some more.
Will moaned with each slow pass of my tongue. My face was now fully in his ass and I let go of his cheeks so they closed around me. My hand had gone down to my cock and I masturbated deliberately as I lost myself in licking his most intimate of places.
"That feels amaaazing," Will whispered.
I was gentle but focused, exploring his ass with my tongue. I swirled around his hole and licked on it directly. Each action caused a different response from him. I lapped at his hole, quick licks right across his lips that made him shudder. The area was now covered in my saliva and my tongue glided easily over all that was exposed to me. There was nothing I lusted for more than Will's asshole and now it was mine. If I had been uncertain about asslicking, I had become a true believer.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted inside. The mysteries of his sexual portal, to date plunged to its depths only with my cock, were now tauntingly close and I was driven to taste him deeper. I pointed my tongue and centered on his hole, then straining my neck, I pushed up in between his taut asslips and tried to pry my way inside.
"Jesus, Mark," Will softy cooed.
The way was shut. I tried again, pushing my tongue up into his anus but finding that it would go no further than the surface. I needed better access. Squirming out from under him, I rose up, wiping the wetness on my face on my arm. Will was in awe, his mouth agape and his hand frantically stroking his penis. I reached out my hand, beckoningly.
"Come with me," I said.
Will pulled himself up, never letting go of his cock. I guided him in front of me and led him to the doorway of the bedroom. One hand stroking my own dick, the other grabbing his supple ass, I pushed him through. The sounds of moaning and sex continued from the porn still playing in the other room.
"Bend over and spread your ass," I directed. Will crawled on the bed up to the pillows, then put his head down and raised his ass up. His round, smooth cheeks spread wide and light sparkled off his wet hole. He knew exactly where this was going.
"Fuck yeah," I mumbled, seeing that beautiful asshole in all its glory, spread and winking as if it were inviting me for more. I got on all fours behind him and buried my face back in Will's ass. My tongue did laps around his hole.
"That feels so fucking good," he moaned.
"Yeah? You like it?" I asked between licks.
"God Mark, I've never felt anything like it."
I hadn't either -- I'd never had my ass licked. But I knew how hard it was getting me off being in such close contact with his hole. I hadn't thought of it before, but for men, particularly those enjoying gay sex, the ass is a sexual organ just as much as the dick. Giving Will's hole such pleasure and attention was a new adventure, the joy of which was compounded further by fact that it was his anus -- the most private and hidden of parts, regularly used for a much more unattractive purpose. But as it was now clean and exposed for my enjoyment, I couldn't get enough.
I licked in slow circles around his hole. I kissed and gently nibbled his soft, smooth cheeks. I ran my nose down his crack, feeling his soft fur, now matted and wet, brush against me. I made long licks all the way up, then all the way down. Then, in a frenzied focus, I lapped directly on his asshole, my tongue flicking over those wrinkled lips like a cat drinking milk.
Will was in ecstasy before me, his breathing fast and heavy and a constant, long moans coming from his mouth, muffled deep in the pillow. His ass twitched and shook when I teased him, and his body shuddered when I went hard on his hole. I'd seen men in porn receive rimjobs countless times -- now I knew it didn't take much acting to get such a response. I wanted to dig deeper, no longer feeling any reservations about what I might find. I wanted to lick inside Will's ass and I wanted to see how it would make him feel.
"Dude, flip over," I directed him.
"No, don't stop," he whined.
"Just do it," I said more assertively. "I want to lick you deeper."
"Fuck!" he said with excitement.
As Will rolled over, I pulled myself up from all fours and moved to the floor. Will's naked front came into view, his rock hard cock wet again with precum. He bent his legs at the knees and I reached out, grabbing hold of his hips and pulling him to the edge of the bed. He got the idea, scooting down so his ass hung just off the edge. I got down on my knees, face to face with his ass and mere inches from his throbbing cock.
"Spread your ass," I commanded.
He slapped a hand on each cheek and pulled them apart. His hole opened the slightest amount for me.
"Fuuuuck," I moaned, transfixed.
Then in a moment of animal lust I dove back, grunting with sexual aggression I'd never felt before. With my mouth sealed around his asslips, I pointed my tongue and pushed it square into his asshole.
"Shiiiiit!" Will cried.
For the first time I licked inside his hole, darting my tongue in and out, pushing for further depths each time. After a few thrusts I was well inside and I could feel the tip of my tongue against the soft, smooth walls of his rectum. I made out with his anus, wriggling and wrestling my tongue just like it was deep in his mouth. There was a taste, but not what I would have thought -- musky and metallic, almost tangy. I fucking loved it.
There was movement above me and I sensed that Will was stroking himself, his cock now free in his face-up position. His moans were loud, but genuine. I had brought him to ultimate pleasure, and he wasn't holding back his enjoyment.
"Jesus Christ!" He yelled.
"You like my tongue in your ass?" I teased.
"Oh fuck yeah!" He screamed. "Lick my pussy, Mark!"
I teased and taunted and he would squirm for more. Then I plunged back in, fucking my tongue deep while he cried out. I licked and tongued him for what felt like ages, both of us experiencing this new joy from different perspectives. Will masturbated furiously while I pleasured his hole, and I beat myself off hard as I explored inside him.
Just when I was beginning to tire, Will leaned upwards, his hands placed on both sides of my face to move me up towards him. I looked in his eyes and knew just what he wanted. I rose off my knees and threw myself on top of him, pressing my lips hard onto his. His tongue forcibly entered my mouth and swirled around and I could feel that he was hunting for a taste of where my tongue had been. We kissed and made out hard and he moaned in my mouth. I pulled away, locking eyes on him and smiling.
"You like the taste of your ass?" I asked teasingly.
"Mmmm," he moaned.
"Dirty boy," I scolded.
"I want to lick yours," he said softly.
"Yeah?"
"Spread your ass for me, dude."
I rolled off of him and got up all fours position in the middle of the bed. He crawled behind me, lining himself up with my ass.
"Pull your cheeks apart," he directed.
I leaned down, my head on the pillow, and reached back with my hands and spread my cheeks. There was a momentary feeling of exposure, like I was suddenly vulnerable. I had never shown my hole to anyone in that way before and it felt strange. My self-consciousness was stubborn, so many years of playing a straight man that knew nothing of assplay still affecting my psyche. But I wanted this -- it felt dirty and naughty. It felt really gay. In that moment I was so turned on displaying my asshole for Will, the only person I felt comfortable doing such a thing. I grasp my cheeks harder and spread them even more.
"Your ass is so hot," Will half-whispered.
"You like it?" I responded, needing his affirmation.
"Fuck Mark, it's perfect." I could hear the vibration in his voice, sensing that he was jacking off to the site of my spread ass.
Then I felt it. A feeling like none I had ever had, or even imagined. A tickle that didn't tickle. An intense sensation on my most intimate of places. Will's tongue on my asshole.
"Oh Will," I moaned.
He licked across my hole. Then again. Then again. I was in near shock at the sheer pleasure of it. There was no preparing for how good it felt. The sensitivity, the wetness, the softness of his tongue. He licked in long, slow movements and I was consumed by the pleasure being felt in a part of my body I had no idea could feel so good.
"Do you like it?" Will whispered between licks.
"Oh Will," was all I could say.
He went at it then, rimming my ass like I had done to him. Starting slow and passionately, he licked my crack and swirling around my hole. He teased my asslips and I was driven wild. The anticipation of feeling his tongue outside my hole, not yet entering, was overwhelming. My moans were involuntary, every lick causing me to utter nonsense as the pleasure consumed me. I was frozen in a trance, my hands gripped tightly on my cheeks, my face buried in the pillow, and my brain empty of all thought as I was consumed by the sensation of my first rimjob.
"It tastes so fucking good," I heard Will say.
The smacking sound of wetness came from behind me. My hole and the inside of me cheeks were covered in saliva, warm and moist. It was messy and sloppy and hot. Will's face was deep in my ass and his stunted breath came out of his nostrils as he licked me.
Then I felt his pointed tongue in the center of my hole. He pushed, and it slipped the slightest amount inside.
"Yessss," I cried.
Will was encouraged and I felt him try again, pushing harder with his tongue as his face was mashed deep between my cheeks.
"Lick inside me Will," I said without even thinking.
He poked again, his tongue darting just into the lips of my ass. But he couldn't get it in further. I felt him pull back from me and raise up.
"Let's try something," he said.
I lifted from the pillow and looked back at him. He was sitting up on his knees, mindlessly jerking off. I awaited his command. He moved up on the bed next to me and lay down on his back. He turned to look at me, that naughty grin on his face. As he had, I moved in to kiss him, wanting to taste what he tasted. My tongue found his and I licked against it. It was subtle, but I could taste the musk of my asshole -- much like what I had tasted on him with just a slightly more earthy note.
"Fuck that's hot," Will exclaimed as our lips parted.
I felt no shame in craving the taste of my own ass from his tongue -- Will had wanted to taste his too, and after the precum feeding session that morning, I knew that we could openly get off to the flavors our own bodies made. Experimenting together, tasting each other and ourselves, and expressing our horniness turned me on that much more. My cock leaked at the lust for tasting my hole on him and the knowledge that he got off to seeing my enjoy my own flavor.
"Sit down on my face," Will said, now laying flat as he continued his incessant masturbation.
"Fuck yeah," I replied enthusiastically.
I didn't hesitate, getting up and standing over him. I slowly squatted down, aiming my ass for his face. My knees bent, I balanced myself as I lowered, my ass spreading wide and my hole opening more than before. Finally, I felt his nose between my cheeks and his outstretched tongue touch my extended anus. He licked like before, but with more energy. I tossed my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly at the return of his tongue to my hole.
Will licked and licked. It was like he was compelled. I was fully squatting on his face and I could hear his muffled breathing as my cheeks smothered him. But he couldn't stop rimming me.
My view was of his beautiful, outstretched body and his rapidly jerking hand as he pleasured himself to the enjoyment of my hole. His cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it -- long, thick, and glistening with oozing precum. Will was getting off hard.
I didn't have much experience with anything in my ass. Honestly, I didn't understand what the big deal was. I knew some gay guys were bottoms and seemed to really enjoy a dick inside them -- Will certainly did. But the few times over my 24 years that I had tried putting something in there it was uncomfortable and not pleasurable at all. I had tried my fingers, watching big dick porn and sliding a lubed digit up inside as far as I could stand it, which wasn't very far. When I was younger I had tried various small objects -- the blunt end of a marker, a toothbrush handle, even a carrot once -- but the result was the same. It didn't feel good. Watching a man get fucked looked hot and I had liked the idea of a hard, horny penis sliding deep inside me, but in my experimentation, I didn't find it satisfying.
But now, with Will's tongue probing inside my hole, I was feeling untold pleasure that was unlike anything I had ever known. I wanted more. Deeper. I grasped the inside of my ass cheeks with both hands a pushed out on my anus. My hole opened.
Will forced his tongue beyond the lips of my hole and I nearly came. He moaned and grunted from deep within my cheeks as his tongue squirmed into my rectum. I couldn't help but bounce up and down, fucking myself on his wet, wriggling muscle. Looking down, I saw the feast that was his achingly hard cock and I bent over, moving his hand aside and sucking him to the same rhythm of his rimming. He let out a wild moan, grasping both of my cheeks to spread them more.
After a few moments of sucking his cock, Will lifted up his legs, exposing his hole for me again. It was an unmistakable signal. I released his dick from my mouth, its wet hardness snapping against his stomach with a slap. Then grabbing his legs at the knees and pulling up his torso, I bowed down in between those smooth sexy cheeks to devour his asshole once again.
I don't know how long we ate each other's asses in that 69. There was no sense of time as we lost ourselves in the taboo pleasure of mutual analingus. It was raw and carnal, primal and aggressive. It was depraved. We had found the last boundary of our bodies that we had left to explore and it seemed that for both of us that this most intimate of places was so new and exciting, so satisfying to taste and lick, that we were compelled to never stop. It was true that our cocksucking was also done with unbridled hunger -- since that night around the campfire we had nursed on each other's penises for I don't know how many hours -- but this was different. It was like some uncontrollable instinct had been let loose. We were animals licking at each other's assholes. The grunting, the furious tonguing, the rolling around on the bed trying to get deeper into each other. This was the pure masculine sexuality at its apex.
But eventually we began to fatigue. Will pulled off me first, catching his breath while my wet hole was exposed to the air once again. I soon followed, needing a break from the smothering position of my face in his buns.
"This is so hot, dude," Will panted.
"I love licking your hole," I declared between breaths.
"Same, bro" he replied. "It's fucking amazing."
Still close to my spread ass, he teased me with a finger. He brushed down my crack and lightly circled my ass lips. I could feel his curiosity as he explored it, running the pad of his finger over the wrinkled skin of my hole. I laid my head back, letting him play while I enjoyed the sensation. He was delicate but attentive, caressing me where no one had touched before. I was surprised again that this pleasure center was so unknown to me. I never wanted him to stop. Subtly he began to touch in between my lips, parting them the slightest amount before swirling around the outside again. Each touch on the center of my hole was a little more exploratory, a gradual push into my hole until I realized that his fingertip was actually inside me. It felt good.
"Oh, Will" I sighed.
"You like that?" He asked quietly.
"Yesss," I moaned as he pushed a little farther inside.
I felt his finger squirm, wet with the saliva that now covered my ass, probing into me and then teasingly pulling it out. He put the finger to his mouth, sucking on it and getting it dripping wet. Then he slid it inside me again, even deeper this time, and moved it around while I moaned in ecstasy.
After a few moments he shifted his body, moving down the bed and between my legs, his finger inserted in me the whole time. I looked down at him. His face looked focused, watching himself probe my hole. His hard dick stood perfectly upright between his legs, a clear indicator of how turned on he was playing with my ass. His delicate touch gradually became a more determined push, his finger creeping deeper inside me with each thrust. I was in awe that it felt so good.
Will looked up at me, his eyes locking on to mine. He was perfectly still, for once his hand not masturbating his cock and his finger frozen a couple of inches in my hole. He stared hard into me, a lustful look that was almost domineering. Then he said what I knew was coming but still couldn't believe.
"I want to fuck you."
I said nothing, conflicted. What he had been doing to me felt so intensely good and I craved more. But in all those fantasies and in our time together so far, I had never wanted Will to fuck me, only the other way around. I was worried it would hurt -- Will had told me did -- and the feeling from his finger was incredible, but fresh. It seemed having his dick in me was a whole different situation.
But I knew I wanted it. I looked down at his cock. It looked like a magnificent steel-hard pole with the head so swollen and red, a trail of precum trickling down from his piss slit. I don't think I had seen it so hard. My desire for it was strong and I felt for the first time a drive I had never experienced before. I wanted to feel it inside me, to be filled up by his cock. All my other thoughts disappeared and without saying a word, I lifted up my legs, bending them at the knee and spread my hole as I looked back into Will's eyes.
"Fuck yeah," he said, a slight smile growing on his face.
He quickly reached to the nightstand, snatching up the bottle of lube and in seconds his cock was slick with it and he was scooting forward, his hand holding his dick to point it at my hole.
I was horny but suddenly nervous. Will looked determined, like he couldn't stop now if I told him to. But I wanted to feel that cock so bad, years of desire for his beautiful dick now concentrating into a singular desire to have it inside my body.
His cockhead made contact with my hole and I moaned. He moved it up and down my crack, slick and wet and slow. Involuntarily, I felt my anus protrude, opening just a bit as if it were preparing for his penis. Will placed his cockhead right at the center, looking down as he held his shaft in place and aimed. He shifted his body towards me a little and his dick rested square on my virgin orifice.
"You ready, sexy?" he said.
"Yeah," I replied meekly. "Go easy."
I felt the pressure on my asshole, not uncomfortable but not familiar. He moved forward a little more and the pressure became a poke. I could feel the skin of my hole being pushed in, but it didn't feel like it was opening. He pushed a touch harder and I instinctively tensed my ass.
"Open up for me," he said. "Just relax, bro."
I closed my eyes and focused on my hole, willing it to relax. The tension dissipated and Will pushed a little more. My lips parted and I felt him slide in the slightest amount.
"There you go," he encouraged.
He shifted more and pushed his dick against me again. I could feel my anus expanding and the feeling of him inside. It was foreign and almost frightening, but I didn't want to stop.
Will pushed again and I suddenly felt the pain that I knew was coming. It wasn't sharp, more like a dull and extreme discomfort.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled.
"You ok?" he asked, looking up at me.
"It hurts dude," I cried.
"Just give it a second," he said calmly.
I closed my eyes again, breathing in quick huffs. I had no idea how far he was inside me, but it felt like a lot. Again, I made myself relax, trying not to focus on the pain and instead on the desire for his cock that had led me here.
"Want me to keep going?" he asked after a few seconds.
"How far are you in?"
"Maybe a little less than halfway," he said.
"Shit!" I said. "I don't know. Just hold it for a sec."
He waited as I squinted my eyes and tried to ignore the pain. Then I felt something new -- subtle but sure, I could feel a soft throb inside me. It was his cock. He was so horny and on edge that his cock was pulsing. Realizing what it was, I felt a lust for it like never before. Will's throbbing hard dick was in my ass and I wasn't going to quit now. The pain was real, but the longer he was inside me the less overwhelming it felt.
"Keep going," I finally said. "Slow."
He pushed again, and I felt his cock sliding in deeper. As it filled my ass, my pain turned to discomfort. Then at a certain point, like his cockhead had found some magical spot, I felt a pleasure that I never knew existed. A wave coursed through me, from my ass up to my head.
"Oh, yesssss" I moaned.
"Yeah, bro," Will said.
He gave one last push and then Will was all the way inside me, his balls and his body flush with mine and his cock fully inserted in my asshole. It was a sudden feeling of fullness, almost completeness. There was still some discomfort, but the pleasure of his hard member had fully eclipsed it.
He gently pulled back out about halfway.
Then slid it back in.
"Oh fuck!" I cried.
He pulled out again. Then back in.
"Fuck!" I yelled louder.
His slow, deliberate thrusts became more regular, still gentle but with a paced rhythm. Each time his dick pushed back inside me it hit that secret spot, intense pleasure radiating from my ass and making me want it again and again.
"You like that?" Will said, almost rhetorically.
"Oh dude..." was all I could muster.
"Yeah, take my cock, bro."
He kept the pace for about a minute, each thrust eliciting a moan or vulgarity from me. I was lost to the pleasure.
He sped up, pulling and pushing his dick into my ass. I realized that all pain was gone. What remained was the intense and satisfying sensation of Will's cock filling my ass. There was a comfort to it, feeling him inside me, his sex organ becoming one with my body. The lustful gratification was so complete and stimulating, yet there was more. I realized as he fucked in and out of my ass that I was being penetrated by a man, and I felt like I was now subordinate to him in some new, strange way. I looked up in Will's eyes and saw his intensity, his desire, and his control. I finally understood why a man would want to get fucked in the ass. It wasn't just the pleasurable feeling, although that alone was now something I knew would make me want to do it again and again. It was something greater -- giving yourself over to be used by his cock, to be fucked. Just as I pounded away at Will's ass with such dominating lust, now I was at his mercy and loving every second of it. I needed him to fuck me harder.
Will leaned down and kissed me. His cock slid in and out of my ass at a good clip. We kissed hard, our lips melded together as we both moaned and swift breaths rushed from our noses. I never felt closer to him than in that moment and our kissing was passionate, almost loving. Maybe it was some kind of chemical reaction in my brain, but in that moment, I felt something different about him. It was beyond lust, beyond the sexual desire for his body and his cock.
He broke our kiss, raising up enough to look in my eyes. We were connected, his hard penis penetrating my ass, my mouth open in awe, him staring deeply into my soul. I could tell he was feeling it too.
The moment passed and the unrestrained lust returned. He leaned back down, putting his mouth to my ear as he started fucking my faster, harder.
"You like my cock in your ass don't you?" he whispered.
"Yesss," I moaned.
"You like licking my asshole too don't you," he said, almost judgmentally.
"So much," I whimpered.
"You like getting fucked by my cock," he declared.
"Fuck me, Will" I begged.
"Tell me what you are," he commanded.
I knew what I what he meant and it turned me on even more. He sped up, beginning to make hard thrusts into my hungry ass.
"I'm a faggot," I said.
"Fuck yeah, you are!"
"Fuck me harder!" I yelled. "Fuck my faggot ass!"
He quickly pulled out of me, no warning given, and for a second I felt decimated. When he had first pushed his dickhead in, it felt foreign and enormous. Now I felt empty and deprived. A sudden urge to feel his cock deep inside me again took me over.
"Turn over," he directed.
I flipped over without question. He grabbed my hips, lifting up my waste so I was bent over on all fours. He stood up behind me, then squatted, lining up his wet slick cock with my hole.
"You want more cock, faggot?" he said.
"Fucking shove it in me," I begged.
He didn't hesitate, sliding his cock all the way in my ass to the hilt. The satisfaction of him filling me up again was like getting a fix from a drug. I almost felt like I might cry.
In seconds he had worked himself up to pounding my hole. He was forceful. He was careless. He was horned up like I'd never seen him and I loved every second of it.
"Pound my faggot ass, Will!" I cried out.
"Take my cock, baby," he yelled between thrusts.
"Your dick feels so good!"
"Yeah, take my faggot cock!"
There was nowhere else to go from there. We had worked ourselves up into a sexual frenzy and release was imminent. He leaned down, our bodies in contact as his chest and stomach were flat against my back. I could feel the sweat sliding between our skin. He humped faster, fucking me doggystyle and me moving my ass as well as I could back onto his dick. I felt the sudden shock of his hand around my cock. It hadn't been touched since he had first entered me. He jerked me to the rhythm of his humping and my moans turned to overwhelmed silence.
Grunting and heaving on top of me, I knew we were both close to climax.
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" he shouted.
"Cum in my ass dude!" The words came out before I even knew what I was saying.
"Fuck yeah!" he yelled, then after a few hard thrusts he shouted "Take my fucking load!"
I felt it then, his cock plowing deep inside me to a place that had never been touched. His pole, ramming my innards, throbbed and engorged and I felt the distinct sensation of his cum shooting up into my gut.
"Ah fuuuuck!" Will yelled as he unloaded in me.
My cock exploded half a second later, overcome by his furiously jerking hand and the pounding of his dick on my prostate. Ropes of cum shot onto the bedsheets under me as my cock pulsed with orgasm and I felt the ring of my asshole contracting on Will's shaft. His thrusting and ejaculating cock milked every drop from my balls and we both shuddered and moaned as we came, melded together as one.
What Will did then shocked me. It was so explicitly nasty, but it was hot and gay and right. As I balanced on my quivering limbs, weak from our overenergetic sex, he pulled out of me and backed up. I felt his face back down in my spread ass. Then he licked. Slow and probing, his tongue entering my now open hole and swirling inside.
"Mmmmm," I heard him moan as I was frozen in wonder.
He crawled up the bed by my side and I rolled over and collapsed, looking at him. Then he leaned over, his face close to mine, and stuck out his tongue. "Oh fuck," I said. There, on his outstretched tongue was a white, creamy glob of cum. It was his cum, licked from my ass. I leaned in, taking that wet muscle and its load of sperm into my mouth and we kissed, tasting it together and passing it back and forth between us.
We broke apart, both exhausted and satisfied.
"Now that was naughty," I said.
Our naked bodies were touching, our dicks soft and resting between our legs. The air smelled of semen and sex and the bedsheets were wadded and wrinkled beneath us. The sliver of light from the closed blinds of my bedroom window was growing dimmer and I knew that our day of gay exploration was coming to an end. As we recovered our breath and our senses, I ruminated on what we had done -- my thoughts filled with amazement and surprise, curiosity, and satisfaction.
Will's supple ass had been the target of my lust for so many years. I had made out with it, burying my face into his cheeks, and tonguing as far as I could physically reach. But I knew I had not accomplished some goal I could move on from -- I would want to do it again.
He had shown me his lust for my ass too, digging in deep then giving me his cock. It was a pleasure I never knew I wanted, but now that I had felt it -- an orgasm with the augmented stimulation of his hard dick plunging against my prostate -- I knew it was only the first time that I would receive for a man.
The sexual connection between us was so vivid, so fulfilling. Why was it that without any shame we could eat our own precum together? I could not imagine any girl, or any other man for that matter, being so open to such a self-indulgent and crude act. Our long edge session to hot guys and gay porn was as casual as two friends watching a favorite movie; there was no thought that it was a solitary activity we had secretly practiced for so long. The way we had animalistically 69ed with tongues deep in each other, never hesitating that it was unmentionable to lick in each other's assholes so forcefully. Did all gay men do this? And was it always so easy, so carefree?
There was something about being with Will that made me feel different. New.
"Dude," Will said turning to me and breaking my reflection. "Getting rimmed feels incredible."
"I've never felt anything like it," I said, still a bit in awe.
"I could do that all day," he said casually.
"Me too," I said, imagining us back in our circle, hours of ass-licking lust going by without recess. "Maybe we should."
"Just think what it would feel like to get your dick sucked and hole licked at the same time."
A new image popped in my head -- Will behind me, his face hidden by my cheeks as he licked in my ass, and in front, another hot boy, sexy and naked and bobbing on my cock.
"That," I said, pausing for emphasis, "sounds like a good time."
"Maybe we should find another friend." He looked at me for a response.
As much as I was enjoying the gay exploration with Will, the thought of sex with two guys -- horny and wild and hedonistic -- was yet another fantasy of mine. I guessed that Will had dreamed about it too.
"Two dicks at once, man," I said. "I'm totally in for that."
Will looked at the clock on the nightstand.
"I gotta go to work," he sighed as he lifted himself off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
"That sucks," I said. "I could go for another round later, I think."
"Same," he called back to me. I heard the water in the sink flowing.
I was silent as he washed up and came back into the bedroom to pull on his clothes. His beautiful body glided before me as he pulled on his briefs, then his shorts, followed by his shirt. We had been naked since the moment we came in the apartment door from the bar the night before. It was almost strange to see him fully clothed.
He turned to look at me, saying nothing. Our eyes shared something that hadn't been there before. It went unsaid, but he walked back over to the bed, bent down, and softly kissed me on the lips.
"When can we do this again?" he asked quietly as he moved towards the door.
"Soon, I hope." It came out almost dreamily. Then I snapped out of it, realizing I was feeling that new sense about him again.
"I'll try to come over some night next week," he said. "We can fuck till we fall asleep."
He passed through the living area, towards the apartment door.
"And lick!" I yelled to him.
"Fuck yeah," he called back. "We'll lick our holes off, bro!"
I heard the squeak of hinges opening, a few footsteps on the hallway tile, and the abrupt closing of the apartment door. For now, Will was gone, and I was alone again with my soft, satisfied penis -- lightly crusted in cum -- an aching asshole, and a head full of wonder.