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Jordan is absolute perfection
Imagine my surprise when I came out of the shower and my wife’s brother was laying ass up on the bed. It wasn’t much of a surprise actually. The girls had gone out for the day, so he knew she wouldn’t be back for a while.
He’d always been flirting with me and I guess this was his move. Well, I was tired of resisting. He wanted my dick, then he’d get it.
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“You like being fucked by a real man for a change?” I hissed in Diego’s ear as I gripped his neck, my big cock working his tight hole as his boyfriend watched us through the glass shower partition. “Is Clark gonna let me breed you—shoot my load up your ass?”
I’m not gay. Allow me to be clear about that from the start. But I knew that Clark and Diego, the owners of my favorite coffee shop, were indeed gay and committed to each other. And I had no problem with that. It’s a free country, and people should be allowed to fuck and be with whomever they choose.
I also knew that Diego had a bit of a crush on me. Though I’m straight, I’m not obtuse. He was always flirting with me from behind the counter every morning when I came in to order my usual double cortado, always slipping me a free muffin or croissant on the side with a wink. As an attractive, muscular guy with an undeniably large bulge in my pants, I was used to gay dudes falling all over me.
Clark knew about Diego’s crush on me, and was never threatened. “Your other boyfriend is here,” Clark would tease Diego when I walked through the door. A lot of straight guys might be put off by such antics, but it didn’t bother me. Both Clark and Diego knew that I was a hound for pussy, having watched me treat bitch after bitch to morning coffee after taking my big cock the night before—a little caffeine before her walk of shame in last night’s dress.
And so I was a bit surprised when Clark propositioned me one morning in the coffee shop—not for himself, but rather for his boyfriend. Clark had approached me quietly at my table while Diego was busy in the back of the shop, receiving an order of coffee beans.
“I’m planning a little birthday surprise for Diego,” he whispered discreetly. “It will be this Friday, after we close up the shop at 3 pm. And I was wondering if you could help me with something?”
“Sure,” I readily agreed. “You guys are always so good to me, I’m more than happy to help. You need me to pick up the cake, or maybe some balloons or champagne?”
“No—uh—nothing like that,” Clark answered awkwardly. “I’m wondering if you might—Jesus, this is gonna sound fucked up, but please hear me out—I’m wondering if you might be game to fuck Diego?”
“The fuck?” my jaw dropped. “Dude—I don’t fuck guys. You know that I’m not gay. You’ve seen all the bitches that I—”
“Yes—yes,” he interrupted. “And that’s why this would be all the more special to Diego. It would be the ultimate birthday present for him to get dicked down by a hot straight guy like you. It’s no secret that he has a crush on you, we joke about it all the time.”
“Yeah—I know,” I conceded. “But that does not mean I’m willing to fuck your boyfriend. I don’t fuck guys, you understand?”
“I understand—I really do,” Clark admitted. “And that’s why I’m more than willing to—uh—compensate you for your efforts.”
“Compensate?” I cringed. “Are you offering to pay me to fuck your boyfriend?”
“No—Christ no,” Clark denied. “That would be illegal. But what if I offered you an incentive, such as free coffee and pastries—for life? You would never pay a dime in our shop again. And that goes for any of the women you parade through here on a regular basis. Your full tab will be on the house—forever.”
That got my attention. I was dropping easily fifty bucks a week in their coffee shop, and that didn’t include bringing in some bitch with me, which was often the case. Never having to spend a dime in their shop anymore was a huge bonus, undoubtedly. But could I fuck a guy for that privilege? Could I fuck Diego?
I wasn’t all that picky about where I dipped my stick. For me, sex had never held that romantic mystique that it does for some guys. I lost my virginity to my older brother’s girlfriend at a fairly young age, and then charged full speed ahead into being a hung fuck boy. I never dated girls. I just fucked them. A relationship held no allure.
Sex had always been just a game to me. And if I was being honest, I had stuck my dick in countless bitches whom I had no attraction to when I just needed to drop a load. Given that, could I stick my dick in a dude? Could a dude just be another easy hole to me—another nameless, faceless object in which I could dump my load? The answer was obvious.
“Sure—I’ll fuck Diego,” I agreed, locking eyes with Clark. “But let me be clear, this is just gonna be a one-time thing, okay?”
“Of course,” Clark nodded, beaming. “Diego is going to be so happy. This is going to be the best birthday surprise ever.”
As the big day grew closer, Clark let me in on the plans. He and Diego lived in an apartment that was directly above their coffee shop. At the close of business each day, Diego always cleaned up the shop and then went upstairs to shower and wash away the grime from his shift while Clark did the books. Often, Clark would then go upstairs to fuck Diego in the shower—their favorite way to get it on.
While Diego was showering, Clark was to let me into their apartment, where I was to surprise Diego in the shower and then fuck him while Clark watched. Apparently, Clark liked to watch his boyfriend being fucked by other guys—getting cucked, he informed me.
The plan went off without a hitch. Diego was in the shower that Friday afternoon, soaping his body, when Clark let me into the apartment. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform with a dude, that my cock wouldn’t rise to the occasion. But as I stripped down, it was apparent to both Clark and me that there wouldn’t be any issues with my performance.
“Fuck, you’re hung,” Clark exclaimed, eyeing my rock hard nine-incher. “I mean, I always suspected you had a big one but, Jesus Christ, you’re packing. Diego is gonna fucking love your huge dick.”
Clark stripped down with me, which he had warned me about in advance. Though the encounter would not be a threesome, Clark planned to watch and then would fuck Diego’s sloppy hole after I came and went, literally.
Clark entered the bathroom first, steam billowing from the open doorway. “Babe—I’ve got a birthday present for you,” I could hear Clark taunting.
“Mmm yeah, get in here and fuck my hole,” Diego responded, the glass shower partition sliding open.
“No—I’m not going to fuck you,” Clark refused, signaling to me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I announced, entering the bathroom, my big cock swollen to full mast, precum forming at the tip.
“HOLY FUCK,” Diego exclaimed. “Is this a joke? Am I dreaming?”
“It’s no joke,” I assured Diego, taking my place in the shower with him. “I’m here to give you my cock—for your birthday.”
“But—? How—?” Diego turned a confused face to Clark.
“Don’t sweat the details, babe,” Clark laughed. “Just enjoy his big dick. There’s lube on the shower shelf—you know what to do.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re big,” Diego marveled, turning his attention back to me as he grabbed the lube from the shower shelf and began to prep his hole with two fingers. “You’re much bigger than I imagined.”
“I can leave,” I joked, “if you think you can’t handle it.”
“NO,” Diego exclaimed emphatically. “I know I can handle it. I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.”
“I think I have some idea,” I joked.
I watched as Diego replaced the lube on the shower shelf and turned his back to me. Leaning forward, he presented his wet hole to me. Pink and puckered like a tight, little knot just begging to be defiled, it looked like the pussy of my dreams. The truth was, despite my extensive conquests, no bitch had ever allowed me in her back door. Now was finally my chance.
“Get that big dick in me,” Diego taunted, his face pleading with me from over his shoulder. “I want you inside me so bad.”
I looked quickly at Clark, for this was the moment of truth. Was he truly down to watch me fuck his boyfriend? With a nod of his head, he blessed the impending union, slowly jacking his cock in his right hand. Free to proceed, I grabbed Diego by the hips and, with one deep thrust, impaled him with my big dick.
“FUUUUCK,” he screamed, nearly doubling over. “Jesus Christ, you’re big.”
“Is it too much for you?” I teased. “You want me to pull out?”
“Jesus, no,” Diego exclaimed. “Just give me a moment to adjust. You’re hung like fuck.”
Following orders, I held back with my balls pressed against his sphincter, which was locked around my cock like a vise. It was by far the tightest hole my dick had ever experienced—tighter than any of the virgins that I had deflowered. I wanted so bad to destroy his cunt, but I knew I had to be patient. Within a minute, I could feel Diego’s sphincter relaxing, his body letting loose.
“Fuck me,” Diego finally exhaled, pushing his ass into me. “Work this tight hole.”
Deftly, I began to deliver a sequence of steady thrusts, in and out of that tight cunt. Jesus, it felt good. Being able to thrust balls deep and not hit a hard cervix, the bitch crying out in pain, was a revelation. I could have had a fourteen-inch dick, and yet Diego’s fuck canal would have taken every inch of me. The difference was incredible.
“You like being fucked by a real man for a change?” I hissed in Diego’s ear as I gripped his neck, my big cock working his tight hole as his boyfriend watched us through the glass shower partition. “Is Clark gonna let me breed you—shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” Diego moaned, looking out at Clark the cuckold. “Fucking own my ass—make it yours.”
Clark was licking his lips while jacking his dick, clearly enjoying the show. In that moment I wondered if the gift of my cock was more for Clark than Diego, for Clark was clearly loving the sight of another man using his boyfriend.
“That’s it—fuck his ass,” Clark called from beyond the shower partition. “Fuck that bitch’s tight little hole.”
All the dirty talk was a turn on for me, emboldening me to fuck Diego even harder. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I began to jackhammer him hard, pummeling his quivering cunt at a breakneck pace. My balls were slapping against his ass with each thrust, the sound echoing off the tiled shower walls.
“You like his dick, baby?” Clark called out to Diego. “You like your birthday present? That big cock destroying your pretty cunt?”
“Yes—his big cock feels so good inside me” Diego moaned, leaning forward, bracing his hands against his knees as I routed his depths. “It’s the best birthday present ever.”
“You gonna let me fuck you after he seeds you?” Clark continued, still enjoying the show. “You gonna let me fuck your sloppy hole with his warm cum inside of you?”
“Uh huh,” Diego strained to answer, my big dick a battering ram inside of him. “I know how much you love to breed my used cunt.”
I was loving the vibe, fucking a guy while his boyfriend watched in earnest delight. It was surprising to me—that this mild-mannered couple who owned a coffee shop were just as depraved as me when it came to sex. Who knew that I would meet my sexual match in a couple of gay dudes? They apparently knew.
Diego leaned forward, raising his ass higher, my dick sliding even deeper inside of him. Christ, the angle was good—too good in fact. As I proceeded to pummel his hole, I could feel that familiar throbbing in my balls, my load beginning to traverse the length of my long shaft, my cock head beginning to engorge, swelling in size.
“I’m getting close,” I announced, picking up the pace, slamming his ass harder. “You want me to bust in you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Diego replied, his sphincter gripping me at the base of my cock, willing me to seed him. “Fucking dump that load in me.”
“You’re about to get it,” I warned, my body beginning to quake. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a big one—Jesus Christ—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
Instantly, my cock discharged inside of Diego, round and round of my warm cum shooting into his depths. My body convulsed as my dick spewed inside that dark void, painting the walls of his fuck canal with my load.
“Yeah, seed that bitch’s cunt,” Clark commanded, his eyes locking with mine as he watched me breeding his boyfriend. “Fucking dump that load in that cock slut.”
“Fuck—fuck,” I continued to grunt, my cock throbbing endlessly. It had to be one of the best, if not the best, orgasm that I had ever experienced. Diego kept moaning like a bitch in heat, his hole satiated, his dream fulfilled.
“Christ, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of Diego when my balls had finally given up the fight. I watched as my pearly load trickled out of Diego’s used cunt.
Clark was suddenly in the shower with us, pushing me aside as he dove into Diego’s hole with his tongue, tasting my cum. Stepping out of the shower, I watched as Clark quickly mounted Diego, gripping his hips, pounding his used hole over and over again.
I suddenly felt like a third wheel. My job was done. The birthday gift had been opened and fully enjoyed. It was time for me to take my leave. Quietly, I exited the bathroom, the sounds of Clark pounding Diego’s hole, skin slapping skin, echoing in my ears. I quickly dressed and made a French exit.
Diego was behind the counter the next day when I arrived to order my morning coffee. Other than a furtive smile on his face, he did nothing to betray the fact that I had completely wrecked his hole the day before.
“No charge,” he winked, handing over my double cortado, along with a cinnamon scone.
“Actually, I’d prefer to pay,” I offered, handing over a twenty-dollar bill.
“I—I don’t understand,” Diego stammered. “Clark told me that, because of what we did yesterday, you no longer have to pay.”
“That’s right,” Clark stepped in upon overhearing us. “You upheld your end of the bargain, and so we’re not going to charge you anymore. That was the agreement.”
“Yes—but I’d like to renegotiate the agreement,” I insisted.
“Renegotiate?” Diego asked, looking at Clark with a confused expression.
“I’d like to fuck you again, Diego,” I answered. “How does tonight work for you guys? And maybe we could do it in a bed this time?”
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THE WHITE LOTUS 3.05 "Denials"
Jordan is one of THE hottest men EVER
Everyone who came to this gym knew about him. The guy in the locker room who left his shower stall open for horny gymrats to drop their loads in. It was a nice system.
One particular gymrat began to grow attached though. His fucking got rougher and rougher, but it only turned the slut oh more. “Let me take you home,” the whispered, “Be mine. Every night.”
I still couldn’t believe it, my best bro since we were kids was sucking my dick like it gave him life. This whole time he was a cocksucker and I had no idea! No one did, he always got more girls than I did!
But he came to me confessing who he was, and it was difficult to understand, but he’s my friend so accepting him was easy. He then begged to suck my cock. His pleading shocked me, so he talked me in to it.
It took some getting used to, mostly to realize that he’s way better at this than any woman I’ve ever had. Fuck, I just need to stop thinking so much about this and just enjoy it.
Me, a few minutes after pumping a load into someone’s son: I need to pump a load into someone’s son.
Oh god it happened again
You guys are never guess what today was like
Can you dump a load in me next, sir?
“Get that big cock in me,” he begged, dropping flat on the bed, presenting his puckered hole to me. “I’ll let you cum up my ass. You know you want to breed me.” My mind flashed to my wife at home in bed, waiting on me. But I couldn’t leave without pumping a load into the boy’s hungry cunt.
“He’s going to wake up the baby,” my wife had complained earlier that night, sitting up in bed at 1 am. “This has gone on long enough. You need to go over there and tell Adam to turn down the music.”
“Fine,” I acquiesced, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts, not even bothering with a shirt, stumbling in the dark to find a pair of runners. “I’ll talk to the boy.”
It was predictable that the neighbor boy Adam would throw a house party when his parents left him home alone for the weekend. He had just turned eighteen, giving him an excuse to host a wild rave. I didn’t want to rat him out to his parents, for I remembered what it was like to be young and crazy—but I also wanted to get a good night’s sleep.
Cars lined the street and driveway leading up to the house. From the noise emanating from within, there had to be a hundred kids in the place.
Standing at the front door, clad only in my shorts and runners, I pounded on the door, struggling to be heard over the booming bass inside. A drunk girl, gripping a red Solo cup and wearing a translucent crop top that did nothing to hide her perky tits, opened the door.
“Oh my god. I thought you were, like, the cops or something,” she squawked, spilling beer onto my runners. “You’re, like, kinda hot for an older guy,” she smiled lasciviously, eyeing my hairy chest. “You wanna come inside?”
“No,” I barked. “I’m looking for Adam. Would you tell him to—”
“Oh—uh—hey, Mr. Walker,” Adam suddenly appeared, greeting me as he pushed the drunk girl aside. “Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, Adam,” I snapped. “Can you fucking turn down the music? My wife and I can’t sleep and we’re worried you’re gonna wake the baby.”
“Shit—I’m sorry,” Adam apologized. “Mandy, go turn down the stereo,” he instructed the drunk girl, who promptly waddled away. Within in a minute, the music had abated to an acceptable decibel.
“Thanks,” I offered curtly, my mission accomplished. But before I could leave, Adam lunged at me, gripping my arm.
“Please, Mr. Walker,” he implored. “I’m begging you—please don’t tell my parents that I had a party. They’ll take away my car.”
“I dunno, Adam,” I fibbed. “Your parents have a right to know that you—”
“Please,” he interrupted. “I’ll do anything to buy your silence—anything.” And with that, Adam’s eyes traveled down to my crotch.
I’m not gonna lie. I fucked a few guys in college. I was always drunk, just needing to drop a load. It was never romantic—just a pump and dump. But I stopped that shit when I met my wife.
Married and getting pussy on the regular, sticking my dick in a guy had been the farthest thing from my mind—until my wife had a baby and stopped spreading her legs for me. So when Adam offered to do anything for me, I found that I was powerless to resist.
“How about I suck you off?” Adam offered, dropping to his knees and attempting to yank down my shorts right there at his door, his hands groping my hard cock. “It looks like you could use some—help.”
“I don’t need a blow job,” I swatted his hand away. “But I could use some ass.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Adam replied, taking me by the hand and leading me through the house, the party raging around us.
Stopping at a keg in the middle of the living room, I filled up a Solo cup and chugged down the tepid beer as Adam guided me upstairs to his room. Nothing like a surge of alcohol to steel my resolve.
“There’s lube and condoms in that drawer,” Adam informed me, gesturing to his bed table as he stripped down and climbed on the bed.
“Nah,” I refused. “I prefer spit when I fuck. And unless you’re ovulating, I’m not gonna wrap it.”
“Works for me,” Adam smiled devilishly, turning his head back towards me as he got on all fours. Christ, I wanted to be inside him, the anticipation of being balls deep in his wet cunt driving me wild.
But then I paused. What the fuck was I doing? A married guy fucking some boy slut when I was almost old enough to be his father? Adam sensed my hesitation.
“Get that big cock in me,” he begged, dropping flat on the bed, presenting his puckered hole to me. “I’ll let you cum up my ass. You know you want to breed me.”
My mind flashed to my wife home in bed, waiting on me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t leave without pumping a load into the boy’s hungry cunt. Pulling down the front of my shorts and resting the waistband below my balls, I spit on my hard cock and pressed it against his eager hole.
“Fuuuck,” I exhaled slowly, my head rolling back in delight as I pushed balls deep into the boy. “Yeah, this cunt is exactly what I fuckin’ need.” Eager to dump my load in him and return home to my wife without raising suspicion, I began to pummel Adam‘s hole mercilessly.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he moaned, glancing back as my thick cock destroyed his tight cunt. “Damn, I love getting dicked down by a hung daddy. You gonna cum in me? You gonna seed my fuckin’ hole?”
“You know it, boy,” I replied, routing out his depths, the cum rising in my shaft. I couldn’t hold back my load, nor did I wish to try.
“HOLY FUCK—here it comes—take this fuckin’ nut,” I growled as I flooded his guts, my cock throbbing inside him, sweat dripping down my chest.
“We good now?” Adam asked as I pulled out of him hurriedly, my pearly load gushing from his wrecked hole. “You’re not gonna tell my parents about the party?”
“My lips are sealed,” I promised, pulling up my shorts over my spent cock. “Just keep the fuckin’ music down, okay?”
Five minutes later, I climbed back into bed with my wife. “Thanks for going over there,” she yawned. “What did you say to Adam to get him to turn down the music?”
“Oh, I just had a fatherly talk with the boy,” I smiled, stretching my arms behind my head, enjoying the post-coital satisfaction of empty balls. “Adam was actually quite—accommodating.”
“You’re such a good man,” my wife cooed, leaning over to kiss me, her lips meeting mine. “Wait a minute,” she demanded. “Have you been drinking beer? And why the hell are you so sweaty?”
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“Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” the hot, hairy daddy scowled down at me, his legs spread wide on his bed as I struggled to get his thick eight-incher down my throat. “You like this big dick, boy?”
“Mmm, hmm,” I replied, straining to stretch my jaw to accommodate his tremendous girth as I reached up to caress his meaty, hairy pecs.
Sucking his big cock was so wrong—so illicitly naughty—which only enhanced the experience. For starters, we both had wives. But even beyond that, there were other more important reasons as to why I shouldn’t be sucking him off. My mouth on autopilot, sucking him like a Hoover, I started to think of my wife and what she would think if—
“Fuck, that’s good,” he bellowed, snapping me back to the present. He was looking down at me as I continued to gobble ravenously on his big dick.
“I love your big cock, sir,” I grinned, releasing his cock and gasping for air before licking and sucking his massive bull balls.
“Nothing makes me feel young again like watching some sissy boy choking on my fatty,” he bellowed, adjusting the pillow behind his head.
“That’s it—suck my balls,” he “You’re gonna get a big load out of me if you keep that up. Fuck, you’re a good cocksucker. How’d you learn to suck dick so good?”
“My fraternity brothers used to dump their loads down my throat on a daily basis,” I shared. “I was the house cocksucker.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. I forgot that you were once a frat boy,” he smiled wickedly, smacking my cheek with his big cock before shoving it back down my throat. “Yeah, deep throat it all the way, boy.”
Grasping the back of my head, he began to face fuck me. With his balls slapping my chin, his hairy belly pressed against my forehead, and his heady pubes filling my nostrils, I was overcome with the desire to feel his creamy load pulsing down my throat. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
“I’m gettin’ close,” he warned, pushing his fat, swelling cockhead past my tonsils. “Open up for it, boy.”
Instantly, his salty goodness filled my mouth as shot after shot of his warm, thick load went flying down my gullet. “FUCK,” he grunted. “Yeah, swallow my fuckin’ nut, you worthless cocksucker.”
I reached up and massaged his sweaty, hairy pecs as he slowly went soft down my throat. “Fuck, you know how to treat a dick,” he praised me while pushing me off his cock.
“Thank you, Dad,” I replied, climbing off the bed and wiping a melange of jizz and saliva from my wet chin.
“Don’t call me Dad,” he barked while reaching for his crumpled shorts on the floor. “You might be married to my daughter, but I’m not your fucking father. You got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded shamefully.
“Now go rinse your dirty mouth with some Listerine,” he ordered, pointing to the bathroom. “I don’t want you going back home and kissing my lovely daughter with that nasty, cocksucking mouth.”
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Dad and I did what we called naked time. Anytime I went with him on a work trip we never wore clothes and snuggled as much as we could. Most of the time one of us would get hard and that's when the bonding really got deep.
He thought he was being funny when he grabbed my ass as I leaned over the other bed and plugged in my phone.
"Ah!" I yelped. "Keep your hands to yourself!"
"Where's the fun in that!" He joked.
I jumped back into bed with him and put my leg over his and rested in my head on his shoulder. His dick was getting chubbed and I knew it was time for some fun. I ran my hand up and down his stomach and got closer and closer to his junk.
There was no need to ask anymore so I just moved down and put his dick in my mouth and started sucking it. I heard him sigh as I felt his thick cock grow. Dad was a leaker, and damn I loved it. I loved knowing I could get the man that made me as horny as I was, leaking in my mouth.
"Mmm, bud," he moaned as I worked him in my mouth, slobbering all over his cock.
After a good amount of time on his cock, I jump up and sit on his lap. I needed to feel him inside of me, and even though we just got to our room a few hours ago I didn't want to wait any longer.
"Jesus, you're horny," Dad laughed.
"Yup!" I replied and lined his cock up.
I slowly sat down on him and felt my body open up and take him. He pulled me down and gave me a hug, wrapping his arms around me as. I felt safe in his arms. This wasn't just about sex and making ourselves feel good, it was about trust. I knew I could trust him and he could trust me.
"I love you, son," Dad said and rubbed my back and slowly humped in me.
"I love you too," I replied and relaxed into his arms.
sex
I can’t believe my brother managed to get you. Your ass is so round and beautiful, and don’t even get me started on your tits. You deserve better than him. Be with me. Or better yet, be with us both. He doesn’t have to know.
You’re so stressed me. I understand. Chasing girls can keep a guy horny and tense. Just relax in to my touch, and you’ll feel nice and wanted. Every part of your body will feel pleasure and you’ll cum out all of your worries.
It's just sex between friends, our girls are okay with it as long as we do it when they're busy. I started fucking Joey when we were in high school and it kind of just stuck. It's easy and feels amazing, different than with my girl. His ass was fucking tight and knowing that I was the only one he let in made it even better. His hole was mine and my cock was his.
"I got two loads for you, and I think we have time," I said as I pumped in and out.
"Fuck yeah, I needed this. It's been like two months," he replied as he held his legs to his chest for me.
"Dude, it's barely been a week," I laughed.
He chuckled. "Yeah, but you know I'd take you every night if I could."
I never thought we'd both be so into this. The way he smelled, tasted, felt around me. I couldn't get enough and I fucking loved it.
I put my lips on his and opened and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We had gotten more intimate over the years and it just felt right. Our tongues swirl together as I slowly humped myself inside of him. I could feel my load building with every thrust as I made love to my best friend.
"I don't think I'm going to last long this first one," I said as I broke away.
"Then put yourself inside of me," Joey smiled knowing how hot I thought it was that he liked having my cum in him. "Go on Cory, cum for me," he added.
"Jesus," I moaned and let go, looking him in his eyes.
I felt my cock explode, pulsing in him as I pushed deep. His ass squeezed down and I felt his load hitting my stomach. I put my mouth on his and we've made out as we both gave one another the familiar pleasure we had learned from each other.
My cock was hard as ever as we came down and bonded and built our friendship up just a little more each time. I rested in my head on the shoulder and stayed inside of him. He rubbed my back as we took our time and enjoyed the moment.
Fuck man, thanks for doing this. I’m sure my brother fucks you good, not like you need me, but my girl broke up with me and my dick has been craving a tight hole. Nice of my bro to lend you to me. Damn, maybe I gotta get a boi of my own