Slap!
Tyler’s meaty cock bobbed and smacked me square in the face. He laughed
“Tyler, so help me, if you make one single joke about being cock-eyed, I’m done.”
“Dude, I didn’t get you in the eye. There’s a cock-shaped mark on your cheek.”
I felt wetness on my cheek. “Then why do I have tears on my face?”
“Those aren’t tears.” He brought his hand down and wiped the wetness away with a finger. I recognized the stringy fluid: precum. He brought his finger to his lips and licked it off. “Mmm,” he smiled. He knew that would turn me on. Once, when we were drinking, I’d confessed some of my turn-ons, like armpits and guys who eat their own cum.
So, I swallowed him whole. It must have taken him by surprise, because his knees buckled and he grabbed my head for support. He wasn’t lying about his cock being an impressive size. Nice and girthy and just long enough. I had perfected deep-throating a few years earlier and employed one of my best tricks: I swallowed and let my throat muscles massage his cockhead.
“Oh. Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. That’s so fucking gooood!!!” He was almost in a squat now, pushing his hips into my face. My nose was buried in his newly regrown bush. The sweaty, musky man-smell was even more intense here. It was driving me wild.
I pulled off of his dick slowly, sucking all the way up. When I got to his head I tongued the slit as I felt a flood of precum ooze out. With a smack of my lips I pulled my mouth off and looked up at him. “Look man, no teeth!”
He had a wicked grin. “First time I’ve ever been deep-throated, bro.”
I stood and kissed him. Too forward? A kiss means more than a blow job, so this could have made—or broken—the moment. Thankfully he kissed me back. Then he raised his head and licked my lips. More precum. He kissed me again. “Now back to business.”
“Don’t be afraid to talk dirty to me. This is porn, you know.”
He grabbed the hair at the base of my neck and said, “Get back down there and tell me how much you love sucking my cock.”
I saluted and kissed him once more, running my mouth down his body, through his treasure trail. I’ve mentioned his epicly athletic body: this time I lingered on his hips, licking along one side of his V, down to his pubes. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent, and moved my face to the base of his dick. I ran my tongue up the shaft and looked back up.
“Brace yourself,” I whispered. He reached behind and gripped the counter. I swallowed him again, sucking hard, creating a vacuum. I lessened the pressure and went up his shaft, pumping up and down. I could barely hear him groan over the wet slopping sounds I was making. I wanted to remember this. I wanted Tyler to remember this. Halfway up his dick I wrapped one hand around the bottom of his shaft and pumped while I continued working the top half with my mouth. Slowly bobbing and pumping, I was getting used to the shape and curve of this cock, the arc of my movement taking on the curve of the shaft. I was perfectly aligned in a few strokes. I sped up, jerking my hand faster while my other one started giving his balls attention. I could feel a slight vibration as Tyler’s legs shook.
Now I focused on the cockhead, slowly rising and falling, coming completely off his dick to flick it with my tongue, running my tongue along the edge of the glans, swirling back up to his slit. My hands clenched his thighs, stroked his thrusting hips. His hands combed my hair while he dreamily murmured his appreciation. He wanted me to deep-throat him some more, but I wanted to tease him.
I moved my hands to where his thighs met his ass, my fingers brushing softly over his skin. I brought my tongue around his cockhead again and slid to the underside of the shaft, slowly, slowly lapping down to the base, to his sac, stopping between his balls. I lightly kissed them, licked a circle around them, then turned my attention to the underside of his cock until I was again at the slit in his cockhead. Tyler’s dick was beyond purple by now, completely swollen. I flicked the slit a couple of times and swallowed him again.
Tyler’s legs straightened and he stood up, pulling out of my mouth. I followed his cock, thinking he was teasing me now, but he put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up. He was beyond words, making the “time-out” T with his hands. He needed a breather. His cheeks were flushed and his breaths were long and quavering. I sat back on my heels and he slid to the floor.
“Dude. So good. But I need a sec. I almost blew.”
“That wouldn’t have been too bad.”
“Wanna save my load for your ass,” he said, smiling. I kissed him. I liked this pornified Tyler. “Let me take over,” he whispered.
I leaned back on my elbows as he ran his hands over my torso. He was slow, taking it all in, the feel of a new body type: a boy, not a girl; a man, not a girl. He tweaked one of my nipples. I sighed. He leaned in and kissed me. Sweat dripped from his shaggy hair onto my forehead. His hands tugged at my belt buckle. It finally came loose and he yanked the belt out, tossing it aside. He unzipped my pants and reached into my boxers.
“Let me get a look at your dick.”
He pulled it out. You could say I’m a grower, not a shower: ultimately not very long, but nicely thick with a big head. He slowly stroked me, his other hand back at my nipple. After a minute he sat back and raised his legs in the air, pulling his shorts and underwear from where they’d caught at his knees. I followed suit, raising my hips to take off my pants and boxers.
“Leave your shoes on,” he told me. “This is porn, someone needs to keep their shoes on, and I’m already totally naked.”
“The bottom traditionally keeps the shoes on anyway,” I said.
We were back to staring at each other now.
“So,” he said.
“So…” I said.
He leaned over me again, licking my nipple. I had an inkling he was copying my technique, but I didn’t mind. He was learning. He kissed down my belly and stopped at my crotch, eyeing my dick. “I’m not so ready to dive right on that, bro,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Ah, no prob.”
He grinned at me again, then quickly kissed my cockhead.
“Hm, not bad,” he reported. “Now what?”
“Whatever.”
He kissed me again. I was in front of the table, so while our tongues were busy, I reached up and blindly grabbed for the bottle of lube. No luck. I pulled away from Tyler and turned around as I got on my knees. I leaned to reach the lube and the condoms and Tyler smacked my ass and spread my cheeks. “Do I just…go in?”
“You need to get my muscles relaxed. A rim job, perhaps?”
“A wha?”
“Heh. Never mind. Take this and use your fingers.”
“All right. Let’s do this.”
That nervous shaking feeling came over me again. I lay down to relax and focus on not shaking. Behind me, I heard Tyler open the bottle of lube. I imagined him doing a one-handed thumb flick, taking expert care as he held his other hand out, open and ready for the lube. Except that’s not what happened. I felt a sudden blast of cold goo spurt into the crack of my ass. I inhaled through my teeth, “Sssssssssss…!”
“What’s up?” he asked. “Did I…hurt you?”
“Too…cold…asshat.”
“Oh. Am I supposed to warm it up?”
“Erm, yeah.”
“How? Like in the microwave?”
“Well, you can shove the bottle up your ass and hold it there for five minutes. That’s standard procedure. Or, you can squirt some in your hands and rub it between your palms.”
“Like hand sanitizer.”
I snorted a laugh. “Yes. Like hand sanitizer. Have you never watched porn?”
“Up until about twenty-four hours ago, I was pretty set in my straightness. So no. I haven’t seen much porn involving lube.”
“Twenty-four hours. Wow. You’ve been thinking of doing this to me for twenty-four hours?”
“And just how many times have you jerked off thinking about me?”
“Never! And hurry up. The lube is drying.”
And with that he jabbed his middle finger into me. I wasn’t expecting it, so I gasped, then sighed. My dick, harder again, was trapped under my leg. I hadn’t realized it had softened. Slowly fingering me, Tyler asked, “Like this?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
And I experienced another one of those shivers. It dawned on me that this was really happening. Tyler was really here. He was naked. Not just naked, but behind me, learning how to fuck me. Lubing me up and readying my ass for his use. Really! I clenched. Tyler pulled his finger out.
“Everything all good down there? Or is it in there?”
“All good. Very, very good. I’m ready for another finger.”
He slid his middle finger back in. “Yeah?”
“Mmm-hm.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Ready?”
“Just put it in!”
In went his index finger. My hole swallowed it, greedy. I groaned and lolled my head back, my pulse speeding up as he went deeper than before. Two fingers, two knuckles in. Now I was sweating. He was slowly going in and out, his knuckles rubbing the rim of my hole. My eyes were practically crossed by now. I wanted more. I wanted Tyler to fill me up.
In and out, repeat. He turned his hand, went in, turned it again and came out at another angle. He was getting good at this.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“I can’t believe this is happening. Me. You. You in me.”
“Yeah?” Did I mention he had the sexiest fucking way of saying that?
“Yeah. I also can’t believe this is your first time doing this. You’re really good at this.”
“Yeah?”
I sighed. “Yes. Surprisingly good.”
And in went three fingers. I gasped, clenched for a second, then relaxed.
“Tell me I’m good.”
“You’re good. Fucking awesome. At fucking.”
“Mmm, yeah, you know I fucking am.”
He chuckled. A low, satisfied chuckle. He knew he was good.
I started to slowly thrust my hips, keeping time with his fingers.
“You can fuck me any time. I’m well and properly relaxed.”
“You dudes with your asses needing relaxing,” he joked. “You sure?”
“Yes, yes! Put it in me now!”
He grabbed the box of condoms and took out the chain. “Say please.”
“Please please please fuck me, Tyler.”
He tore a condom off the strip and ripped it open with his teeth. He was so expertly efficient at this, all I saw was a blur. He rolled the condom on and I saw how his massive dick swelled in the tight latex. I had a moment of panic and crawled forward on my elbows.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, Mr. Bottom.” He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back. He straddled my thighs with his knees. I heard the lube flick open, heard it squirt. “I think I got too much lube,” he muttered.
“No such thing.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You have much to learn. But that’s rule number one. Never too much lube.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
And another shiver came over me. He was hinting that this wouldn’t be the last time we fooled around. We weren’t even done with the first time and I couldn’t wait for more. I can be such a greedy little pig.
He used his fingers again to make sure I was open and ready.
I was.
I felt pressure from the tip of Tyler’s dick against my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his length.
“Ummmggghhhh,” I half groaned, half shouted. I was in heaven. Absolute heaven.
From his position, Tyler didn’t have to work too much to fuck me. He held on to my hips and rode hard, thrusting from his knees. He was a strong, silent fucker. Sweat dripped onto my back. I imagined him in a glazed frenzy. He leaned back and grabbed my calves, stroking them the way I’d teased his legs. This was an even better position: now his hips were even with my ass and he went straight in and out, burying his cock even deeper, hitting my prostate each time, sending my nerves to jangling. I was seeing stars. He pushed himself back up and smacked my asscheeks. He was pumping harder now, grunting. He was loving this as much as I was! Objectively, I wanted to pick his brain, to learn what he was thinking about the experience. Subjectively, I was in the physical moment, relishing the heat of his slick skin and the weight of his tight body.
He wrapped his arms under my armpits as leverage to fuck me even more deeply. He bit my shoulder and kissed my neck. He nibbled my earlobe and whispered, “How’s that big cock feel, dude? You like it? Can you take it? You like my cock in your ass?”
I was so astounded, so overcome with sensation I couldn’t respond.
He brought his arms out from under me and then he laid his palms flat on the floor. I felt his weight come off of me, but his dick was still pumping in and out of me. Gravity was causing his balls to smack wetly against my ass. I always loved that sound.
“Um, are you doing push-ups right now?”
“Is that a problem?” He bit my shoulder, then licked it.
“Let me get on all fours and you can fuck me like that.”
“Pushy, pushy.”
“It’s called being a power bottom.”
Never once taking his cock out of me, he got into a squat as I raised up onto my knees. His athleticism was truly astounding. He balanced himself with my shoulder and used a hand to smack my ass with each thrust now. He pulled himself all the way out of me, then threw himself back in. He was filling me up, ping-ping -pinging my prostate like a champion. A thread of precum dripped from my cock. On one thrust my dick flopped up, the precum spattering my chest. Tyler leaned back over me, holding my torso as he licked my spine down to the top of my ass and up to my shoulder blades. He used a hand to slowly jerk my dick, using my precum as lube.
“Hey, Tyler,” I gasped.
“Yeah?”
“I’m really super close. Can we change positions?”
“I’m pretty close too. What position do you want?”
“I just want to see your face while you fuck me. I want to see your face when I come all over you.”
“Can do.”
He pulled out. I immediately wanted him back in me. I was so close, and my dick had barely been touched. I’d never gotten so close just from anal action.
Tyler kneeled again as I turned and sat. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his slender, solid torso. He grabbed my hips and guided himself back into me. I rested on my elbows, realized this wasn’t the most comfortable position, and told him. I put my arms around his neck and sat into his lap, letting the length of Tyler’s manhood fill me again. Perfect.
I anchored myself with one arm and pushed with my heels. We were in perfect sync now, him thrusting in and out, me riding along.
“How you doing?” he asked. He leaned in and kissed me.
“Good. Close. You?”
He wiped his brow with a forearm and laughed. “I’m close, too. But I was thinking there’s got to be an easier way than this. Next time we’re using my bed.” He started jerking me off.
“Will there be a next time?” I asked.
“If you want there to be.”
“I do. And then, next next time we can use my bed.”
“Then after that we can use the couch.”
He was pumping into me harder and faster. Slamming into my body, making sure I felt every inch. My toes curled into the floor. I gasped, “Then the table!”
“I want to fuck you on every piece of furniture in every room in this apartment.”
That did it. That and him jerking me off. I arched my back, curled my toes until I was digging into the floorboards and groaned as my dick exploded. Gobs of cum shot out of me. The first load landed on Tyler’s shoulder, the next splattered his chest, coating his newly grown-out pelt. I was full of adrenaline now and rode his thrusts like a wild animal (later Tyler told me I was screaming). Two more thick ropes shot out of me,
one over Tyler’s shoulder, the other onto his face, one last spurt splashing his abs. I swear my eyes were in the back of my head by the time I was done coming.
Tyler rolled his head back. I wanted him to feel every bit as good as I did. I clenched my ass and rode him, up and down, up and down, grinding into his hips. Tyler was shaking now, his eyes closed and a smile widening across his face, bigger and bigger. One knee lost its balance and he lost all control. He came with a series of “Uh! Uhs!”, spasming and thrusting each time.
After he came he pulled out of me and collapsed. I collapsed right after him and slid the condom off of him. I tossed it to the side. We were getting so messy.
“Okay. I may have the biggest dick, but damn boy, you can shoot!”
I smiled and agreed.
“That was fun.” Tyler had gotten his breath back. I was resting my head on his chest. Sweat was pooling under us. The whole apartment smelled of pure sex. I took a deep breath.
“Way fun. Can’t wait till next time.”
“Ugh. I’m way too tired to even think of next time.”
“Me too.” I wasn’t, but I didn’t want to break the boy. “But next time, let’s have a proper porn cumshot.”
“Oh, yeah. The famous pull out. I’m a little nervous now that I’ve seen you unload. Might get wad-envy.”
“If I can sit with you, dick next to dick, you can deal with losing the cum-petition.”
We groaned. I could be so lame sometimes.
“You know what, bro. I’m really hungry now.”
“Yeah, but I’m not really in the mood for Ramen. Or peanut butter. Unless I suck it off your dick.”
He laughed. We both shouted, “Next time!”
We tried to figure out what was for dinner in the cafeteria.
“Before we even consider heading out, we need a shower,” I told him.
“A shower. We could save time and water if we showered together.”
“It’s being environmental, really.”
“Just one thing, though.”
“What?”
“I want to know the truth. Did you really never jerk off thinking about me?”
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