Straight Boys Next Door, Ch.3
Ngl, I started typing and I got so horny I couldn't stop. Again, no farts in this story;
Another Saturday morning I got a text from Cole. “I don’t wanna get out of bed. Do you wanna come over?” He didn’t have to say more than that.
My thumbs shook as I typed “Coming now”.
And I felt my face go red as I got stiff, thinking that I was going to come soon. I threw on jeans and a hoodie and rushed downstairs. I tried to make my voice as relaxed and nonchalant as possible, speaking toward my dad in the living room “I’m going to hang at Cole’s”
“This early? Again?” his voice returned.
“Uh, yeah, we’re gonna hang with friends. One of them has a family thing so yeah we’re doing it early.” I don’t know why I added all that. Also didn’t like that I said “Doing it early”
But my dad either wasn’t suspicious or didn’t care enough. “See you later kiddo. Hey text your mom if you’re gonna be home late.”
“Ok,” I was already letting the storm door shut behind me. I walked over to Cole’s house next door. I felt embarrassed about ringing the bell, but the door opened before I could. His dad nodded at me.
“Ah, morning sir,” I gulped. I hoped my voice didn’t give anything away, I hope he didn’t guess the real reason I was here.
Again, no suspicion; “Morning Sam. Cole’s up in his room. You playing games this early?”
Of course he was thinking the Switch. I said, “Uh yep yeah.” Definitely playing games.
“Try not to make noise, Cole gets angry when playing some of those games and that gets his mom all worked up.”
“I promise I’ll be quiet” my heart was thumping. We would both keep our moaning as low as we could.
I took my shoes off and walked up the stairs. Nearly sprinted, I was hiking two steps at a time. I turned the corner of the hall and got to Cole’s bedroom door. I swallowed, knocked, and said “Hey dude it’s me,”
When I opened the door, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights. Cole was lying in his bed as the sunlight came through the blinds cast against the blankets. He was flat on his stomach, propping up his head and arms with his pillow, looking over his shoulder at me. He was shirtless and his blanket was down past his bare butt. The sunlight made his butt cheeks look like they were glowing, and I could see the short light fuzz across them. My dick was straining in my jeans. He smirked at me over his shoulder. My heart melted.
“There you are,” He said, “I was getting cold.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was toying with me, I think. Making fun of how turned on I was. He swayed his butt at me, still smirking. I was trembling as I shut the door. He was giggling to himself. My dick was throbbing bad. I turned back to his beautiful ass cheeks, hips still swaying. I got on top of the bed and scooted toward them, lowering my head. His globes were creamy white, and I ran my hands over them feeling his smooth skin, giving them a little squeeze. I had to relax, I felt like my dick would explode at any moment and I hadn’t even started yet! I leaned in and kissed the left cheek, then the right, then started kissing him again and again, all over.
“That tickles,” he said, “Damn, I know you’re gay but, I dunno, never thought a guy would love my butt so much.”
“Sorry,” I was embarrassed, my breath hitting his ass cheeks.
“No, it’s,” he paused, “I don’t wanna say cute but, I dunno. I wish more girls were like you.”
Ok fuck other girls, I thought, no they aren’t like me. No, they wouldn’t love your butt like I do. I love your butt. I’m your ass licker.
I gave his cheeks another soft squeeze, then I spread them. His asshole was pink and wrinkled tight. God I loved his asshole. I leaned in and gave it a long kiss, feeling it clench against my lips, letting his musk warm my face. I loved his asshole so much.
“Ah yeah that’s good…” he cooed. He squirmed a little under my tongue.
In the past two weeks, Cole had gotten spoiled. While Josh felt kind of awkward about doing much with me since he has a girlfriend, Cole was asking for a near-daily rimming. He said it felt really good to be licked down there right when he woke up. After I offered to come by any morning he’s in the mood for it, I’ve been losing sleep. Too excited for breakfast in bed, I’d wake up way too early and wait until the sun rose, and then even later so my parents wouldn’t ask why i was leaving at the crack of dawn,
So my face disappeared into his crack. It was so warm, and musty from sweating during the night. Smelled like a boy’s butt should. I was in heaven. I loved moving down to suck on his taint so my nose could press against his hole. My spit would get all over my face but I didn’t care. His asshole twitched against my nose, clenching over the tip of it.
“Ok sorry dude but I need-,” He lifted up on his elbows. He felt awkward saying it, but I knew he really wanted me to suck him off. I saw his long dick throb, and noticed the pearl of precum sticking to the wet patch on his stomach.
I thought I would never stop drooling. He twisted to his back and pulled the blankets up over my head. He liked to watch porn on his phone while I blew him. Again, spoiled. But I couldn’t be too offended, he didn’t want to call himself bisexual even though he obviously was. But maybe he couldn’t stay as hard for me if he looked into my eyes while blowing him the way he did when I was behind him adoring his asshole.
And why would I complain when his red throbbing cock was drooling for me? The time I spent with Josh and Cole had trained me to control my gag reflex. I was finally able to get my lips against Josh’s pubic hair, which made both of us happy. Likewise, Cole’s prick didn’t make me gag nearly as much as it used to. I kissed his dick from tip to base and back, swirled my tongue around its head, and wrapped my lips around it. He let out a little moan as my lips reached the top of his balls. His cock was down my throat and I swallowed against it, relaxing and breathing through my nose. I cradled his balls and bobbed my head.
I couldn’t see his face, but he kept letting out quiet moans and whimpers. I knew he was fighting for his life trying not to be loud as his parents were downstairs. When the house was empty, he moaned and cried a lot. I loved him, he was so cute, I loved making him moan.
Breathless, he whispered, “I’m about to, fuck I’m close,”
As I had practiced over and over, I pressed my face against his body, taking his cock as far into my throat as possible. His ballsack tightened in my hand. I rubbed my knuckle against his taint. He let out a whimper, louder than the others. He always did this right before shooting his ropes. This would make me gag, as his dick was so hard, and as it shot cum, it made me gag again and again. I didn’t mind because I knew that my gagging throat was massaging his dick, especially the tip, and each swallow milked more and more cum out of him.
He collapsed and was breathing heavy. I felt his dick slowly, very slowly, go soft. Still twitching and flexing every few seconds. I laid down with my face still buried in his crotch, and relaxed my hands to lay my arms over his stomach, I had tears in my eyes from gagging so much at the end, but I was able to breathe and relax, feeling his dick trying to get soft even though my mouth kept making it twitch. When it finally went flaccid, I pulled up and it flopped out of my mouth dripping with my saliva.
“Fuck me dude,” he whispered, “that’s so good, every time, fuck…”
The next part of these rituals would be more for me. He rolled back onto his stomach. I knew he was burying his face into his arms. I reached under his bed and pulled out an old pair of boxers. Another gross intimacy we shared was that he always instructed me to use his cumrags second hand; socks, boxers, any dirty clothes he grabbed to wipe up his spunk. I wrapped it around my dick and got back down as his beautiful ass returned to me again.
I pulled his cheeks apart and got to kiss his asshole again. I licked his pink hole, hard. My face was smushed by his squishy ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around them, squeezing them to force my eyes shut and completely bury my face. He whimpered as my tongue went deeper and deeper. He bent his legs and I felt him rest his feet on the small of my back, his toes curling against me, as if his thighs were hugging me. He squirmed his ass back into my face, begging me to go even deeper. His hole kept twitching around my tongue.
Of course I came in under a minute of this. My dick was wrapped in his old cum stained boxers, and flooded them with my own cum. I gasped into his asshole.
Just because we both came didn’t mean we were done. Cole loved a lazy Saturday morning in bed letting me lick his asshole as much as I wanted. I kept kissing his ass cheeks, his hole, diving back in, coming up for air, kissing the small of his back right above his butt crack, moving back down to kiss his balls while I nuzzled my nose into his butthole.
Cole chuckled, “Relax buddy, you don’t have to prove it; my butt loves you too.”
I ate him out for an hour
It was surreal to have this secret relationship with Cole. I always hung out with him and Josh and their group of friends. Guys and girls, some dating each other. I would sit among them, thinking how none of them had any idea that I was Josh and Cole’s personal ass licker. Hell, they had no idea that I was worshiping both of them. I was even cracking jokes with Josh’s girlfriend, Amanda, as if I hadn’t shoved my tongue up her boyfriends asshole yesterday afternoon.
Oh yeah, I was too caught up in Cole’s beautiful cheeks I forgot to tell you more about Josh. Fuck me, where to start…
I mentioned earlier that I didn’t play with Josh nearly as often as I did with Cole. Partly because I think Josh couldn’t decide if he wanted to be honest about how much he loved having his ass worshiped by me. But it was also because he actually had a girlfriend and I’m guessing the guilt kept him from texting me as often. But it didn’t stop him. Maybe three time a week, especially on nights when Amanda didn’t want to hang out, Josh would hit me up.
It was always the same; We’d go into his basement or bedroom, put something on TV, and after chatting and joking at whatever was on screen for a few minutes, he would drop the pretense and ask “Do you wanna practice your tongue game?
Like I would ever say no.
At first he was way more shy than Cole. Instead of wiggling around against me, he would stay still and quiet except for whispered swears. Not sure why he kept himself from relaxing, but he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love it. I would feel him shiver when my breath tickled his balls. I would lick and suck them from behind, digging my tongue into him, not stopping until I got a moan out of him.
But lately he was letting his inner beast out. I’m not joking when I say Josh could get feral.
He preferred to get on top of me. I would lay on my back as he took his jeans off. Then he would get his feet on either side of my head, standing up and giving me an amazing vintage point, seeing his hung cock, balls, ass cheeks, and face all at once. I loved how his pubic bush looked. He would bend down, either facing my feet so I was looking at his hairy ass cheeks, or facing my head and I’d look up past his dick into his eyes.
Josh loved lowering down so his ass was covering my mouth shut, his taint stuffing my nose, and his cock and balls draping over my face. He did it with a mischievous grin, smothering me in his stench. I would panic as the pain of suffocation tightened in my lungs, and Josh would laugh looking in my eyes. The evil animal within him teasing his prey. My dick would throb even though I felt like I was going to die under his balls and ass.
In between these moments of smothering, he would sit up enough so I could lick his ass and breathe at the same time. The hair all over Josh’s ass crack made it rougher to spend time with than Cole. My mouth and cheeks would tingle afterward from the friction. I loved the feeling of his wet asscrack hairs sticking to my tongue. I loved kissing and sniffing his asshole. It was always more musky than Cole’s. From the hair holding onto sweat and worse, probably. I loved his stink. I loved his ass stink.
Whereas Cole was relaxed while I worshipped him, Josh was less patient and more rough. When he wanted me to suck his cock, he would just say “Open your mouth.” The moment I did, he would shove his cock in, not giving me a moment to prepare and forcing me to start gagging. He would only pull out to readjust. Or get me in his favorite position; having me lay on my back with my head hanging off the side of his bed as he stood over me and fucked my throat with greater ease. I loved it too. Well, honestly the throat fucking would hurt and no matter how often I told him he needed to be more gentle, he would only be careful for so long before his animal side took over and his hips started thrusting. But I did love watching his balls and ass with every thrust, his balls dangling over my eyes, his ass cheeks clenching.
He had no problem with me masturbating at the same time. His smell, his ass, his balls, his cock jabbing my throat, the moans he let out, I usually came before he did. I always made sure to bring a towel to clean up after plus an extra pair of underwear when Josh texted me.
When he came, he would press in as deep as he could. He loved feeling me gag against his cock, my throat forcing more and more spurts of cum. What he called “Sucking his soul out of his dick.” He gasped, enjoying how long it took for his dick to soften. Every little brush of my tongue on his sensitive cock would make it flex. I loved being his cum slut.
He’d finally pull his dick out of my mouth, slapping my face with my own spit. After a breather, we’d go back to the couch to watch a movie for real this time. Or, he would watch the movie. I’d lay on the couch first, then he would lay on top of me, naked from the waist down, and put pillows up against my legs to prop his head up. His legs would drape over the arm rest behind my head, pinning me with the weight of his body pressing his ass against my face. I’d rim him for a while as he watched the movie, my hands hugging his torso as my tongue buried into his ass. It was always harder to breathe with Josh. Every breath pulled in the smell of his balls and ass.
I loved feeling his hairs tickle my nose.
I loved kissing his asshole.
It wouldn’t be too long before I could see his dick start to get stiff, just over the cusp of his balls blocking out my line of sight. Every time, we had the same exchange;
“Can we have round two?” It was strange that, when he wasn’t actively using me, his pre and post sex voice sounded timid and pathetic. Like he was embarrassed to ask.
“Round one took too much out of me. My throat is so sore.”
“I’m sorry,” He did always sounded genuinely guilty. “I’m, uh, I,”
“It’s ok, just try to relax next time and then we can have a round two” though I knew that next time would be just as rough. The pain would feel so good.
As I kissed and sucked on his asshole, hugging his torso as his body weight kept me immobile and warm, I imagined that sex with his girlfriend was probably not as rough. Maybe I was biased, maybe I liked fantasizing about myself being “better” than a girl, but I did believe that Josh would let himself be rough for me the way he had to hold back for Amanda.
Don’t worry about her, I thought, you can tear into my throat. You can smother me in your ass cheeks. You can drag your balls across my face. I loved being buried in your dirtiest parts.
Before I’d leave for the night, after we were dressed, I’d get on my knees and kiss his ass through his jeans again and again. I’d kiss his dick though the fabric also. I liked that I would feel it twitch against my lips, knowing that he would be hard for me after I was already gone.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” He was still bashful, “I, I dunno I just don’t get to do this..stuff…”
Just as I thought. I kissed his bulge again. “I can take it.”
I hoped that got his heart racing. I left his house, my face buzzing from the friction of his ass hair. Even after I took my shower, his ass stink still clung to my nose, stuck in my nostrils. I’d jerk off one more time before turning over to sleep, smelling his asshole with every breath.
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