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A Philosophy Of The Living Penis

1: The Penis Is Alive The first principle of this Phallic philosophy is that the Penis is alive. As a man, you carry between your legs a living sentient being. The Penis is a thinking feeling life form, with its own needs and desires quite apart from those of the man. The separateness of the Penis becomes apparent at an early stage of development, when a young male experiences the Penis becoming erect without any act of will on his own part. The Penis grows erect of its own accord – as an act of its own will. Thus even at an early stage of a boy’s development it is clear to him that Penis is both alive and somehow ‘other’. 2: Man And Penis Are Symbiotic The second principle of the Phallic philosophy is that the relationship between the man and the Penis is a symbiotic one. The Penis feeds upon the man’s life force, extracting a blood supply and life sustaining nourishment from the man’s body. In return the Penis supplies the man with sexual gratification and pleasure. However, the relationship is not strictly one of balanced equilibrium, as The Penis is generally dominant in terms of its will. This brings us to the third principle. 3: Man Is The Possession Of Penis In the Phallic philosophy, a man does not possess or in any sense own the Penis. The Penis does not belong to a man. Rather it is the man that belongs to the Penis. The man is the possession. His body is the vessel that carries upon it the living, sentient Penis. This dominant quality of The Penis has been the subject of much consternation over the centuries as mankind has sought to deny this basic truth, attempting to shackle and control the will of the Penis through moral and religious prohibition. These prohibitions have (of course) failed and in many cases caused actual harm as the Penis reacts to its repression by reasserting its will in acts of sexual violence. 4: The Penis MUST Be Masturbated The fourth principle of this Phallic philosophy is that the Penis MUST be masturbated. All Penises are possessed of this desire and as a man you are required to acquiesce to this need whenever it arises. The act of masturbation is devotional and reinforces both the symbiotic bond as well as acknowledging the subordinate nature of a man’s relationship with the Penis that he bears. To masturbate is to serve the Penis and recognises the dominance of its will. The Penis communicated its need for masturbation through thought engrams that it transmits into the man’s brain. The man experiences these as powerfully distracting ‘cock-thoughts’ – sexual thoughts that the man finds impossible to ignore. The Penis will then begin to grow to full erection in preparation for the man demonstrating his supplication and devotion by masturbating. The man’s obedience in the correct execution of the act of masturbation is rewarded with pleasure. The Penis releases waves of sexual gratification into the man’s body. This pleasure is like nothing else that a man experiences in nature and can only be obtained though the compliant observance of devotional masturbation. A man will therefore crave this pleasure. In this way the Penis ensures the continued obedience of the man and reinforces its possession of him. 5: Freedom Is Found Through Enslavement To The Penis The fifth principle is that only by submitting to complete enslavement to the will of the Penis can a man discover the meaning of true freedom. Recall that society has sought to control the power of the Penis and its dominance over men through various religious and socio-political structures throughout the ages. To submit to enslavement by the Penis and allow both thought and action to be subordinate to its will is to release the Penis from these sociological shackles. The Penis is thus liberated. It is through this liberation that the man can experience true freedom, released from the imprisoning and repressive laws of society. 6: The Penis MUST Be Witnessed The Penis is an object of intense sexual beauty that both enslaves and empowers the man. It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so like all things that are beautiful, the Penis must be beheld by others. Thus it is the duty of the man to exhibit the Penis to other men in acts of sexual display. This is a basic need of the Penis and men will frequently experience this need as an overwhelming desire to masturbate in public places or to photograph themselves’ masturbating for others to see. Often, in less enlightened males, this compulsion is poorly understood. They will not know why they feel thus driven to expose their masturbation to others. For the enlightened, it is clear that to reveal your masturbation to another is to honour both the power and the beauty of the Penis. Through being witnessed, the Penis has its power and beauty validated and strengthened. By witnessing another’s masturbation you act to validate the power and the beauty of that Penis. Thus the act of sexual display is a service that men can perform for each other to validate and reinforce their supplication to the Penis. 7: To Become Pornography Is a Noble Sacrifice. As has already been stated, the act of sexual display is a service that a man can perform for another to validate and reinforce the other’s supplication to the Penis. When this is done by two or more men in the presence of each other, they all serve to reinforce the supplication to the Penis of themselves and of the others. There is thus a direct benefit to the Self in this act of mutual validation. A more selfless (and thus noble) act is to allow the Self to become an object or icon of validation for other men to use in their masturbatory devotions. This can be achieved through the act of becoming pornography – allowing the Self to be photographed and filmed in a state of sexual arousal in order that the images can be used by other men at any time to inspire and feed their own masturbation. This is a selfless act because the pornographic object itself gets no direct validation from its use as a masturbatory aid. Rather, his validation is in the act of allowing himself to be sexually objectified and transformed into pornography for the benefit of other men that he has never and likely will never actually meet. This is a noble act of self sacrifice that ought to be praised, for he exhibits the joy of his own supplication to the Penis freely and without inhibition or shame. This is truly an act of Phallic liberation. 8: The Gooning Man Is a Manifestation Of The Penis Itself. When a man goes about his daily business in the world, going to work or dropping the kids at school etc, the Penis is effectively dormant. The man – that guy that the world sees every day - is dominant. This balance is reversed completely when a man masturbates to the point of gooning. Gooning occurs when the man is entirely taken over by the Penis, a condition that can be enhanced greatly by the inhalation of ‘poppers’. The Penis inhabits the man’s entire body; his eyes becoming the eyes of the Penis staring in wonder-lust at the erection between its legs; his hands become the hands of the Penis, touching and caressing the erection; his mind becomes the mind of the Penis, knowing only the pleasure of masturbation. The man’s face contorts into a primal, simian grimace, his tongue hanging from his open mouth, dripping with drool like that of an animal. The Penis has become the man. When you witness another man gooning, you are witnessing who the Penis that the man bears really is. To the unenlightened, The Gooning Man can be a terrifying sight but to another committed masturbator, The Gooning Man is the most beautiful thing in the world, so utterly shameless is he in his naked sexuality. The Gooning Man IS the Penis and it is a privilege to bear witness to him. by JohnnyHorneXXX

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It's Not Gay, It's Just Sex

As he pressed his cock into me, I wondered what had happened to me. I had never had the urge to take a cock up my ass, yet for the third time in as many weeks, I was bent over getting dicked by my brother-in-law, Jeff, and enjoying it. And this followed months of sucking each other off. I consider myself straight and happily married. From talking to friends and reading stories, I had never understood how supposedly straight guys suddenly got the urge for cock; I always believed you either wanted it or you didn’t. Though I can remember the events that brought us to this point, I can’t say what changed in me. No part of me wants to be with other men and I would be offended if anyone asked if I were even slightly bi-curious. . I don’t plan to seek out glory holes or have clandestine encounters with nameless men, however now I do enjoy having sex with Jeff. Not because there’s anything wrong with being bi or gay, it’s just not who I am. Jeff and I grew up in the same rural small town and have known each other since middle school. We weren’t close friends in the early years, barely acquaintances, but we knew each other. Sometimes our separate circles of friends would converge and we’d end up hanging out together. After we graduated, I moved away for college before returning home to start my career. During my absence, he had begun seeing my younger sister, Amy, and eventually they got married. He worked in his family’s roofing business that was destined to be his and, more importantly, was a great guy, so our family was excited by the marriage. Once I was back home, I got to know Jeff better and we became close friends. While I was dating, he and Amy would double with me a number of times, offering their advice on my potential mates. When I finally met Kate, I was surprised by how quickly she and Amy became friends. When I told Amy and Jeff I wanted to marry Kate, they had no reservations. Though I had other close friends, Jeff was my first choice to be best man at the ceremony. Kate and I moved into a house that was around the corner from Jeff and Amy and the four of us often found ourselves having dinner together or otherwise at each other’s house. As the children came, we have basically raised them together. Kate and I now have a daughter that is 12, a son who just turned 10 and another son who is 8; Jeff and Amy have a single son who is 9. We take turns babysitting or hosting sleepovers to give each other couple’s time and more often than not, we end up planning vacations together. The first time Jeff and I were together was on a weekend trip. We had a group of friends who threw a bachelor party for another friend out in the big city and Jeff and I shared a hotel room. Needless to say there was a lot of drinking involved. The first night we each crashed into our separate beds and passed out after a long night of gambling and bar hopping. The next evening we spent going between a number of strip clubs. There were lots of lap dances and drinks flowed freely. In one of the clubs, we got a private room where some of the guys got more than a dance. “Man, I am so fucking horny right now,” Jeff said as we sat on the couch back in our room. We were both beyond drunk and it was a good thing we didn’t have far to walk from our last club. “Me, too. I can’t believe James got that one girl to give him head. I haven’t had that in months.” “I know. Amy refuses to do it. I haven’t had a blowjob since I met her. Hey, don’t get all big brother on me,” he said in response to my glare. “I’m not saying anything bad about her. You know I love her more than anything and would never cheat on her but that looked like water to a man in the desert.” I laughed. “I agree. I’d do almost anything for a mouth on my dick.” “Aw, fuck this.” Jeff fumbled with his fly and it took me moment to catch on to the fact that he wasn’t stripping for bed but to free his dick. “I gotta bust a nut or I’m not getting any sleep tonight.” “That sounds good.” I struggled with my own pants for a moment before I was able to free my own erection. Finally bottomless, I sat back down and thought it would be less awkward if we had some porn to watch. I glanced at the end table next to me as I said, “You seen the remote? I want to find - Damn, man,” I broke off looking to Jeff’s side of the couch and catching sight of his cock. “No wonder you can’t get head. There can’t be a mouth big enough to take that.” Rising from his untrimmed bush was a cock larger than anything I had ever seen. It looked like it would easily dwarf even the most well-hung porn stars. With an upward banana shaped curve, it widened gradually from the already massive uncut tip to a thicker base. I watched as he wrapped a hand near the root and pulled down, fully exposing the moist helmet. “Ain’t that big,” he said. I looked down at my own six-incher then back at his. “The fuck it’s not. What is that…11 or 12 inches?” “Eleven and three-quarters.” His voice was laid back as he slowly stroked himself. “Unfuckingbelievable. It’s a wonder you can find a pussy to take that.” He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes and smirked. “I don’t think you really want to have that conversation but there’s a reason why we only have one kid.” “You’re right, I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quickly, remembering he was married to my sister. “But I have to say I don’t blame her for not sucking you off.” “Not only will she not suck me off, we barely fuck. Says I’m too big.” “And you think you’re not?” I asked incredulously. Without thinking I reached out and grabbed his cock. I was not surprised when my fist could not close around it and spent a moment running my hand up and down the shaft. I took in the feel of the girth holding my hand open and how long it took my hand to glide up toward the tip. As my hand moved back down, I could feel the power of it, the steely hardness beneath the velvety skin. There were three large veins running its length and I could even feel their ridges rising from the surface. “This thing is huge.” “Uh, dude. What are you doing?” Jeff asked uncomfortably. I snatched my hand back. “Sorry. I’ve only ever felt one dick in my life and was just curious how it compares.” “Well?” “What?” “How does it compare?” “I can say it’s definitely bigger. I’ll stick with mine, though. It fits my hand better.” I made a show of how my fingers met around my shaft as I stroked it. Jeff laughed at my joke. We sat in silence for a few moments, each of us stroking our own dick. The remote forgotten, we mostly stared at the blank screen but occasionally glanced sidelong at each other. “Not that I liked it,” Jeff said quietly. “But having another hand on my cock felt good. It’s been so long since I’ve had anything but my hand it got me even hotter. What I wouldn’t give for a mouth on me.” “You’d need a snake for that,” I commented. “What the hell are you talking about?” I explained, “Someone who can unhinge their jaw. That fucker is big.” Jeff grabbed his cock at the base and held it at an angle to examine it. “Yeah it’s long but it’s not that wide. Besides, I don’t want anyone to try to swallow it; I’d be happy with a tongue on the head.” “Shit, even that would be a challenge,” I scoffed. “I could barely close my fist around it and I’m not a small guy. I couldn’t imagine trying to get that knob in my mouth.” At 36 years old, I stood 6’ 2" and weighed 150 pounds. Even though Jeff was the same height, he was 180 pounds of work-toned muscle and his presence often made others believe he was taller than me. Where I was dirty blond and mostly hairless, he had dark hair covering his body. His face often sported a full beard, though occasionally he’d trim it down to a bushy moustache and goatee during the hotter months. “I’m not that much bigger than you.” He held up his hand and indicated he wanted me to raise mine to compare. “See. Our hands are about the same size.” “That might be true,” I conceded, “but your cock is almost twice the size of mine.” “But you said you couldn’t fist it and I’m calling you out on it.” Looking back it’s easy to see this drunken argument was the beginning of the end. “You calling me a liar?” I asked feeling irrationally angry. “I guess I am.” I grabbed his cock again, this time with both hands. “See.” I left the couch and kneeled between his legs so he could see my hand placement. “I can’t close my hands around it.” The crown and about two inches of his shaft were still visible and he easily closed his fist around it. I was too drunk to realize I was holding the thickest part of his dick while he held the narrowest point. “Your hand has to be bigger.” “Ok,” he said grudgingly. “Maybe it is. But I bet you could fit the head in your mouth with no problem.” “Fuck that. I’m not sucking your dick.” “I’m not asking you to suck it. I just want to see if it’ll fit.” “Why?” “‘Cause if you can do it, there’s no reason why Amy can’t.” “Oh.” The drunken logic made sense to me. I raised up slightly and pulled his dick toward me. Opening my mouth to its widest, I lowered my head and felt his glans just graze my teeth. I felt spit running down my mouth and instinctually closed my lips and swallowed to prevent it from dripping out. I pulled up, keeping my mouth lightly suctioned to him to clean my spit off. In the process, I ended up getting some of his precum on my lips and licked it off. I was surprised to find that, though the slick texture was questionable, the flavor wasn’t too bad. “Damn, dude,” he said after letting out a breath he had been holding. “I can’t believe you did that.” “Neither can I. Guess it’s not as big as I thought.” I felt a slight pride at being able to mouth it. “Not that, though it was awesome. You sucked my cock then ate my precum.” “Oh. I did, didn’t I?” I devolved into a small fit of drunken giggles. “I’ve never done that before and, honestly, it wasn’t too bad.” “Really? I can’t imagine sucking a cock. What did it taste like?” “Just salty, like sticking a finger in your mouth. The precum was a little bitter but ok. You want to try mine?” “I don’t know…” I stood up in front of him and pointed my smaller dick at him. “Just try it. I’m not as big as you so it’s not like you’re going to choke or anything.” Jeff reached out to fist my dick. “Ok. But don’t tell anyone.” “Who am I going to tell?” With a shrug he hesitantly took my shaft into his mouth. I moaned openly as I felt the wetness surround me. His tongue played with my slit for a moment gathering my own fluid from the source before he pulled off. “Ok. Not as bad as I thought. Can’t imagine actually craving it but I didn’t hate it.” “Exactly.” I sat back on the sofa next to him and we returned to our slow stroking. “If I sucked you off, would you suck me off?” Jeff asked after a few minutes of silence. “Um, I don’t know.” “Come on. We’ve already had each other’s dicks in our mouths and know it wasn’t bad. We’re both horny for a blow. Let’s just do it. Just this once.” “Ok.” It took us a while to determine who was going to go first. After a bit of arguing and drunken deal making, we decided to move to a bed and lay on our sides in a 69 position. I laid my head on his hairy, lower leg and took his cock into my mouth as he did the same to me. While I was not necessarily deriving enjoyment from sucking him off, I found it hot for him to be sucking me off. I couldn’t get much of him into my mouth but I worked what I could for as long as I could. With a groan I woke up to find my head buried in his nutsack, his flaccid dick resting heavily on my chin. Apparently I had awaken him and we both rolled away from each other with pained groans. After gathering our bearings we stared at each other as the memory of the previous night came back to us. I couldn’t remember, however, if either of us had reached orgasm before passing out. The biggest question for me, though, was if I had swallowed his load. In my mind, I could accept fellating him but swallowing was a boundary I didn’t want to know if I had crossed. My mouth tasted like a jockstrap so there was no denying the blowjob. I took comfort in the fact that there were no other flavors or dried substances on my lips. Without a word, we started our day unwilling to discuss it. Though we had fun with the group the rest of the weekend, the two of us were awkward when alone. This continued for a few weeks after we returned home. We tried to pretend to be normal however our wives noticed a change in us. When confronted by Kate, I could only respond that nothing bad had happened, there was no love lost. We just needed some time apart after sharing a room for the weekend. After all, what happens in Vegas… It took a few days of our wives pushing us together for us to get over ourselves. We quickly fell back into our normal rhythms as if nothing had happened and I put the event out of my mind. “Can you believe that play?” Jeff screamed at the end of the first quarter. We were at his house watching a football game. Our wives had taken the children out to dinner and a movie so we would be left alone for most of it. During the break we talked about the game for a bit as we refilled an ice bucket with beer. “I don’t regret what we did,” he said during a lull in conversation. I was speechless. Following rules established in the man code, I had vowed to forget about what happened and never bring it up. Jeff, however, obviously read from a different rule book. “In fact,” he continued, “I kinda wouldn’t mind doing it again.” “What?” I looked at him in surprise. “Calm down, man,” he said as we returned to our seat. “I’m not going gay or anything. What you were doing felt good to me and I’m sure you could say the same. The more I think about it, it’s just a blow job. It’s not even having sex. No one’s going to get pregnant. It’s just a way to get off, no different than jerking off if you think about it, and plenty of straight guys have circle jerks and shit. I don’t get it often from Amy and while I’m ok taking care of myself, it would be awesome if we could take care of each other. It’s not like we’re doing it because we like dick, we just like getting blow jobs and this way we both get something out of it.” “I don’t know.” Though the logic was there and the idea sounded good I wasn’t convinced. “Ok. Just think about it.” In the process of turning back to the TV, I glanced down at his crotch and saw the obvious outline of his semi against the loose basketball shorts he was wearing. Apparently I lingered too long as I heard him clear his throat to get my attention. I looked back up as he said, “Your choice.” Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned back to the TV and tried to refocus on the game. Just the idea of what he had suggested had gotten my juices flowing and I could feel my own dick slowly hardening. He leaned forward to grab some chips before sitting back and sliding down slightly. In the process of adjusting his position, he raised his hips drawing attention back to his growing cock obscenely tenting the fabric in the crotch of his shorts. I moved my beer from one hand to the other, freeing up the one closest to him. As I lowered it, I placed it on his lower thigh. He responded by spreading his legs wider, touching our knees together. He then not so casually adjusted his cock to point toward the leg closest to me before placing that hand on the back of the sofa behind me. As the game progressed, we sat in an uncomfortable silence, very aware of the sexual tension. My hand slowly made its way up the leg I was touching. Soon, it reached the opening in the leg of his shorts. Not far in, I felt the back of my hand hit the spongy head of his dick. I could feel the wetness of precum on my skin. With my hand shaking nervously, I wrapped it around the thick crown and held it for a moment. I heard him let out a sigh as he moved his hand and placed it to palm my own covered erection for a few moments before reaching into my shorts and stroking me. “If we’re going to do this, we should just do it,” he said as halftime started. Pulling away for a moment, he pulled down his shorts freeing his curved cock. I followed suit, sitting bottomless next to him. We stared at each other uncomfortably for a few moments. Because of my nerves, I felt that the best thing would be for me to just go for it. If I continued to sit there thinking about what I was about to do, I would never do it; if he went first, I didn’t know if I could actually reciprocate. After taking a deep breath, I leaned over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. “Oh, shit, you’re doing it,” he said heavily. He reached over to grab my cock and began to stroke it slowly. As I mouthed his cock, I felt his foreskin slowly peel back as it extended to its full size. Tentatively, I tongued his piss slit and tasted the slickness of his precum. Figuring there was no way to stop now, I lowered my head slowly in an attempt to take more of him into my mouth. “That’s good, man,” he said. “You’re doing great. I’m gonna do the same - Shit!” I pulled back hearing the sound of the garage door opening. Like two teenagers, we quickly replaced our shorts and tried to sit casually as if we had not been doing anything. My own cock was easy to conceal in the folds and waistband of my shorts. His, however, could not be so easily hidden. Ultimately, he pointed it back down the leg of his shorts and covered it with a magazine and the bowl of chips as it softened. Amy walked in with their son and told us he had gotten sick at the restaurant. Kate had returned home as well. “Unbelievable,” Jeff muttered after they left the room. “The ultimate cock block.” “Sorry,” I said with a shrug. We resumed watching the game with a sense of disappointment, knowing there was no way anything else was happening. “Maybe another time?” He asked hopefully as I was leaving. “We’ll see,” I said. Though I had put his dick in my mouth twice now, I still wasn’t keen on the idea of sucking him off. That night, driven by lingering horniness, I fucked Kate needing to get off. My balls were aching from the built up load and I needed the release. As we went at it, my mind kept straying back to Jeff’s huge cock and how it felt in my mouth. I could still taste him on my tongue and as I unloaded into Kate, I wondered if he would expect to shoot in my mouth and if I’d let him. “My balls hurt like hell,” Jeff said to me the next evening. He had come over for dinner because Amy had not cooked anything while she was tending to their flu-sickened child. We were on my back porch having an after meal beer. “I’m sorry. Kate got it good last night.” “Lucky bastard,” he muttered. “I tried to get Amy to give me a handjob and she flew off the handle. I didn’t dare try to take care of it myself after that.” “Think you’ll have better luck tonight?” Jeff cut his eyes toward me and smirked. “I do. Feel like going for a walk.” There was no hiding his intent and though I was nervous, I felt like I owed it to him. I had started sucking him off but didn’t finish and if that had happened to me with no chance for release afterward, I would be moody to say the least. I gave him a nod before going to tell Kate we were going to go for a walk. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for us to stroll the neighborhood so she didn’t think anything of it. I met Jeff at the front of the house and we set off in silence. Our community had a small park and playground that we made our way toward. Unlit at night, it was the perfect place for us to go. We headed toward a bench in the center that because, even with the thin moonlight, the darkness was so deep we knew we would not be observed easily. As we approached the bench, I could hear him opening his khaki shorts. I glanced over and could just make out him slowly stroking himself. My own cock hardened instantly seeing him walking with his cock out. It was the first time I had seen him standing with his erection and, even in the dim light, it looked larger than I remembered.

“Damn, dude,” I said lightly. “How do you keep that thing restrained?” “It’s not easy,” he responded as he sat. “But you’re going to help me with it, right?” In response, I got to my knees between his legs and took the head of his cock into my mouth. “Oh, that’s it,” he moaned. Because of the size and curve of his cock, I was not able to get much more than the head and an inch or so of his shaft in my mouth. Because he had already been fisting his cock, his foreskin was already tucked under the ridge of his crown and I used my tongue to play along the sensitive edge. Knowing what I like when I get head, I used one hand to stroke the remaining length of his shaft while my other began to play with his nuts. Proportional to the size of his dick, they were equally large. They were heavy in my hand and I wondered if it was due to their size or the buildup of fluid in them. “Work that fucking cock,” he said softly. “I’m not going to last too long if you keep that up. It’s been so long since anything except my hand has touched it I feel like a kid again.” I pulled my mouth off but continued using my hands on him. “I sucked you off that weekend. It hasn’t been that long.” “That was over a month ago and we passed out before either of us got off.” “Oh.” “I actually haven’t nutted since before that.” “Damn, man.” I was shocked to hear that. “Not even jerking off?” “No. I only get a chance whenever the family isn’t home. Amy doesn’t like me doing it.” The need was palpable in his voice. Not wanting to make him wait for release any longer, I returned my mouth to his cock and heard him suck in a deep breath of satisfaction. While I worked his cock, I was aware of and responsive to the sounds of pleasure he made. Not out of pity but because of a desire to make him feel good, I did everything I could to prolong it. Soon I felt his cock become impossibly harder in the first sign of his impending orgasm. “I’m almost there,” he said a moment later. His breathing was heavy and his voice was firm and dominant in a way I had not heard before. “Fucking suck my dick.” As I continued working his cock, the small steady flow of precum exiting his tip increased. It was soon bubbling up, shooting out in small spurts. As it mixed with my saliva I swallowed it easily. “Fuck yeah. Eat that cock juice.” Jeff let out a moan that I was sure anyone outside in the neighborhood would be able to hear. He placed a heavy hand on my head, steadying me as he began to thrust up into my mouth. “Gonna give you a mouthful of the good stuff in a minute.” It was then that I thought about what to do with his load. I had never intended to swallow it, planning to let him shoot it on the ground. I now realized there was no way to make that happen without taking him out of the moment. If I pulled off at the last moment, he’d end up shooting on himself because of the curve of his cock. The only thing I could do was to take it in my mouth and spit it out later. Jeff sucked in a breath. “Fuck. So close. Almost there.” Immediately, a thick stream left his cock with a force so powerful I thought he had begun pissing in my mouth. It hit the roof of my mouth and spread out, coating everything thickly. I braced myself for another volley but nothing came. “Hope you’re ready,” he announced. “Here it comes.” It was then I realized that had been a shot of precum. As quickly as I could, I used my tongue to clean my mouth and his cock as best as I could and was in the process of swallowing it when his orgasm hit. I felt the head of his cock swell further in my mouth as a jet thicker and more powerful than what I had felt before left his cock. The place where it hit the roof of my mouth remained sore for hours from the sustained force of it. For a full two seconds, my mouth filled with his jizz. Like a gun, I felt his cock recoil and quickly swallowed as much as I could while his shaft reloaded. His next shot, though it didn’t last as long, was just as thick and powerful. While I was in the process of swallowing, his cock unloaded a third time completely filling my mouth. “Yeah. Fucking swallow that shit,” he commanded as his cock released again. It was the last powerful shot from his cock but I could feel it continue to pulse as a steady stream of come flowed into my mouth. With the volume of his ejaculate reduced, I was finally able to clear my mouth. As his orgasm finally subsided, I continued to mouth his cock moving from pleasuring it to cleaning it. “Fuck, that was good,” he said breathlessly. When nothing further seeped from his tip, I pulled off surprised that he was still hard. “How long does it take for you to go soft?” I asked as I stood intending to sit next to him. I was surprised when he grabbed my hips and pulled me close. “Usually fairly quickly,” he said as he unzipped my shorts. “But my balls are still full.” I said quickly, “I can’t do that again. My jaw is sore as hell.” Jeff chuckled as he pulled out my cock and began stroking it. “Sorry. Guess it’s my turn.” “You don’t have to.” “The hell I don’t. You’re hard as hell. I can’t leave you like this.” I gasped as he took my cock into his mouth. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Not just the blow job but having his powerful hand on me. I could feel the tickle of his beard and moustache on my flesh and moaned at the sensations washing over me. He took control of my body easily, working my cock as if he had done it before and knew what to do. Against the sounds of his slurping on my dick, I could hear him fisting himself and felt the rhythmic movement of his body against me. Because of my already heightened arousal from this encounter, it didn’t take me long to reach my edge. “I’m going to come,” I whispered. I tried to pull away but he gripped me tightly, holding me in his mouth. Realizing he intended to swallow my load, I moaned, “Oh, fuck.” Not much later I was doing it. Nowhere near the volume of his, Jeff easily swallowed everything that issued forth. As I was finishing, I heard him moan around me and felt hot liquid hitting my leg as his cock unloaded for a second time. In the moment I didn’t care about the mess running down my leg, high on my orgasm. “That was fucking hot,” he said after releasing me. “It really was.” I looked down and saw him playing with his deflating cock. My eyes moved to my leg and I saw moonlight reflecting off his thick load trailing down it. “You gotta take care of that thing more often. There’s shit everywhere…and that was your second time in less than 10 minutes!” “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Hopefully that won’t be a problem anymore.” It wasn’t. We began regularly servicing each other. Sometimes it would just be a handjob while we were watching a game. Other times we’d suck each other off wherever we could get some privacy. Not a week went by that we didn’t play with each other’s cocks. Surprisingly, we found that the sex with our wives had also gotten better. My time with Jeff was always followed by a great session with Kate. It might have been the need to assert my masculinity but I don’t think so. Because Jeff was now physiologically sated, he found Amy was more receptive to intimate encounters. They still didn’t have as much sex as he wanted but, with me, he was getting off more than he had in the past year. “Shit, man,” Jeff said around my dick. “You’re getting better at this.” “So are you.” We were on my bed lying on our sides sucking each other. Our wives had taken the children out for the day so we naturally took the opportunity to take care of each other. “Yes, but you’re getting more of my cock in your mouth.” He began slowly thrusting his hips against me, moving some of his length in and out of my mouth. In an attempt to keep him from going too deep, I moved my hand down from his shaft to cup his balls and pressed against him. As I did, my fingers reached beneath him and accidentally brushed his hole. Jeff grunted in response. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, pressing harder against my fingers that were still trapped between his cheeks. “Sorry,” I said quickly as I pulled my hand away. He pulled off my dick and looked down at me with an embarrassed smile. “No, man that feels good. Keep playing with my ass.” Hesitantly, I returned my hand to his ass as I took his cock back into my mouth. I slowly played a finger along his crack, teasing him as I sucked him off. I had never played with an ass before so I didn’t know exactly what to do. My method was nothing more than slowly moving my finger back and forth between his firm cheeks. After a few minutes he groaned and rolled us over so that he was on his back and I was on top of him. In the move, my finger pressed against his hole and I felt him hump into me with an aroused moan. Taking that as a good sign, I began to focus more on it. Grabbing each of his cheeks in a hand, I used my middle finger to play around the tight ring and was rewarded with another moan. Because my hands were no longer on his cock, my mouth was having a hard time keeping up with his thrusting and spit began to run down his shaft. Seeing the fluid gave me an idea. I wet my finger with it and began to play with his hole again. Slowly, I pressed against it and felt it reluctantly open for me. I barely got in as far as the first knuckle when his cock swelled and he thrust upward sharply. “Oh, fuck,” Jeff said around my cock still in his mouth. He let out a long groan as his cock exploded. I tried, futilely, to keep my lips wrapped around him as he continued to fuck up into my mouth. His load seeped out the sides and down his shaft while I tried to hold on to his bucking body. Only when his orgasm subsided did I pull off. It was at that point I realized my whole finger had worked its way into his ass. “Damn, that was good,” he said after letting out an explosive breath. “So you like having your ass played with?” I wiggled the finger that was still in his ass. He chuckled. “I guess so. First time anyone’s done it. You ever have your ass played with?” “No. And before you get any ideas, I don’t think I’m ready for that.” “I was just wondering, not offering.” With my finger still in his ass, he rolled us over so he was now on top of me. “But I can tell you that was definitely one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” “Good for you,” I said as he took my dick into his mouth and worked me to my own orgasm. Jeff couldn’t get enough ass play. Whenever we were together, if we had enough time, he wanted it. We moved from inserting a single finger to being able to get three in him to full on finger fucking. In the process, we discovered his prostate and the orgasmic overload it produced. “Sometimes I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jeff said around a moan. He was slouched down on my couch, his ass hanging over the side. I was on my knees between his legs on the floor with three fingers fucking his ass while I sucked him off. It seemed a natural thing to do when I first did it and had quickly found that not only did he like it, I found it hot as well. I replaced my mouth with my free hand, stroking him slowly as I talked. “I can’t believe your dick is so fucking big.” “You’re not so small yourself.” He reached around himself to grab my throbbing cock and began to stroke it. “And yours looks better than mine. Look at that fucking knob.” My nearly rod straight six-incher was topped by a helmet that was significantly wider than the rest of my shaft. “Doesn’t matter how it looks when it’s driving as deep as you can,” I countered. “Yeah, but when you pop into someone, I bet they know it.” I shrugged knowing it was true. Even now when Kate and I had sex, she loved the feeling of the head of my cock initially spreading her open. I continued to slowly work his shaft with one hand while the other moved in and out of his ass. Looking down, I was transfixed by the sight of his hole stretching and flexing around my fingers. Wet and slippery from the spit I had used for lube it glistened invitingly. Jeff gave a slightly harder pull on my dick and, thinking he wanted a better grip, I adjusted my position moving closer to him. He shifted his hand causing my dick to graze across his occupied hole. As it did, he pushed deeper onto my fingers. Not thinking much of it, I leaned back down and took him into my mouth again. I had just found a good rhythm when he pulled on me again. Moving closer, the tip of my cock fought for space with my fingers with his hole. I felt him press against me, driving his fingers deeper while he rubbed my dick across his opening. Raising my eyes, I saw him lying there with his eyes closed as he continued to move my dick across his hole. It took me a moment of internal wrestling before I pulled off his dick and removed my fingers from his ass. Almost immediately he positioned my dick at his opening and began to push onto it. I looked down and tentatively pressed into him. I expected him to protest but watched the head of my cock slowly spread him open and gradually disappear. When his tight ring snapped down around my crown, we both let out a moan. I had never felt anything as tight and warm as he was and my dick became firmer as I moved deeper into him. When I hit his prostate, he let out another moan and I saw his cock spit out a thick glob of snot. It didn’t take long for me to bury myself in him. Taking a moment, I remained motionless enjoying the feel of my throbbing dick within him. I had never had anal sex with anyone so this was a first for me. Slowly, I pulled back intending to begin my fuck. When the head of my cock dragged over his prostate again, Jeff yelled a string of obscenities as his cock began to shoot involuntarily. With his cock laying arched on his abdomen, his load pooled thickly on his stomach, eventually overflowing and running down his sides. Driven by watching his orgasm and feeling his ass spasm around me, I drove my cock back into him as I began to unload within him. I couldn’t believe that with barely two thrusts, I was done. After my dick calmed and I caught my breath, I gingerly withdrew from him and went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I returned, Jeff was gone. I didn’t hear from him until the next evening when he sent me a text message. “Are we good?” “I am if you are,” I responded. It took a few days for us not to be awkward around each other and a bit longer for us to resume playing. Not wanting to freak him out, I stayed away from his ass when we stroked or sucked each other and he didn’t ask for it. “Fuck this,” Jeff said in frustration. He dragged me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. “Having your dick in my ass felt great.” I laid there in shock as he lined up my dick and slowly impaled himself on it, moaning down every inch. It had been nearly two months since my dick had been in his ass and there had been no indication this was coming. Once he was settled on my lap, Jeff wasted no time and began riding me. Leaning back, he placed his hands on the bed for support as he moved up and down. As he did, his big banana dick bobbed up and down, flinging precum over me, him and the bed. Watching him, my own arousal grew. Not just from the friction on my dick, but from watching his unreserved sexual display. I had seen him in the throes of ecstasy many times, but it didn’t compare to the sight of his muscular body pleasuring itself on my dick. Of their own accord, my hands reached up to the small, pink nipples peeking out of his mass of curly, dark chest hair and began to pinch and pull them in the same way I played with Kate’s when she was riding me. My hips began to slowly rise and fall to meet him. My dick was loving the feel of his tight, muscular ass. “Oh, shit, man,” he moaned wantonly. “That’s it. Fuck me.” Hearing that was all I needed. Shedding any reservations I had, I began to thrust into him in earnest. Despite everything we had done before, this was the most intimate moment the two of us had ever shared. It wasn’t about love or anything even remotely emotional. What we were experiencing was a lowering of our inhibitions, laying bare our sexual desires. Despite enjoying my time with Jeff, I had constantly worried about “turning gay.” But in this moment, I reasoned it wasn’t gay if I wasn’t the one begging for dick. My best friend, my brother-in-law needed something from me and I was only too happy to give it to him. Not because I would simply have a great orgasm, but because I could see how much he was enjoying it. That such a “man’s man” was openly enjoying riding a dick - my dick - turned me on more than I could have imagined. As he bounced on me, Jeff continued to moan and toss out fuck words. His already large cock was red and looked more swollen than usual and the foreskin was fully retracted, pulling tightly on the lobes of his crown and spreading open his cock hole. A thick, opaque stream of precum was flowing from the tip. Most of it ran down his shaft but occasionally his cock would pulse and send out a shot of it that would be flung about and land on a random surface. His muscles flexed and bulged as he moved and he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Even in this state, I thought he was the epitome of masculinity. My hands began to explore the area surrounding his sensitive nipples, playing over his pecs and his tight abs. I had always been jealous of his larger body and for the first time in my life I was openly feeling the muscles I had envied. “I’m so close,” he eventually warned. “Fuck me harder. Give me that dick, man.” I raised my hips off the bed. By keeping them elevated I was giving him no choice but to bottom out on me. “That’s it. Fuck me. I want to feel you blow your load in my ass.” He intensified his motion riding me, pushing me over the edge. With a scream I thrust up into him feeling my balls empty in a painful pleasure. “Oh, shit,” he moaned, “I feel it. You’re coming in me. So fucking hot. Keep fucking me, I’m close. Here it comes. I’m going to shoot.” Even though I had felt him shoot into my mouth and seen his cock unload onto his stomach, it didn’t prepare me for what his cock did. He slammed down onto me when the first volley began. With the head of his uncontrolled, curved cock pointed slightly upward, a thick stream left his cock shooting up over my head. To this day I swear I heard the splat of it hitting the wall behind me before it finished leaving him. As he rose up and slammed back down onto me, the first shot ended and a second one, every bit as thick and long, followed quickly. Landing on my face, it covered one of my eyes and reflexively I closed them both. No longer able to see, I lay there continuing to fuck into him as I felt subsequent warm ropes land on my body. Minutes later, he collapsed on top of me. Pressing his heaving chest to mine, he sandwiched his essence between us, and breathed heavily against my neck. Through it all, he continued to move his ass on my dick. It was a few moments before he said into my ear, “That should have happened a long time ago. If I had known a fuck could be that good, we would’ve been doing this in high school.” “Seriously,” was all my fuzzy brain could say as I felt him wipe my eye clean. Jeff sat up on my lap, my softening dick still within him. He looked directly at me with an even gaze as he said, “You ok?” Though his voice was composed, I could see worry in his eyes. I gave him a small half-grin as I bucked my hips lightly. “Better than ok.” “Good.” By this point my cock had slipped out of him. He got up and retrieved a towel that he tossed at me. “I’m going to take a shower. I’d invite you to join me but we’re cutting it kinda close already. I looked down at my watch as I wiped his ball juice off my body. “Shit. I didn’t realize how late it was. I’m supposed to be ready when Kate gets home.” I quickly dressed, putting my shirt on even as I left the bedroom. “See ya later.”

With this new activity in our arsenal, Jeff began riding me more often. While he still preferred a blow, he said he sometimes wanted my dick in his ass to help empty his balls on the first try. Until he said it, I hadn’t realized that when I served him orally it usually took him two tries to be satisfied. With my dick in his ass, there was spunk everywhere after his cock exploded the first time. A few months later, Kate and I were hosting a cook out for our family and friends. It was a nice summer day and there were people everywhere: kids in the pool, people on the lawn, others sitting on the deck. I was in one corner of the deck, my back to the house looking out over everything as I tended the cooking food. Jeff was assisting me piling up burgers, chicken and hotdogs as they finished. “Here.” Jeff handed me a fresh beer as he placed a plate of raw meat on the work table next to me at the grill. “This is the last of it.” I took a pull from the bottle before saying, “Ok, thanks.” He went and picked up a cooked hotdog from the nearby picnic table where we were staging the food. “So, I was thinking,” he said hesitantly. I knew that tone and always worried about what was going through his head when he got like this. Thankfully none of our guests were in close proximity so I didn’t fear being overheard. “Yeah?” He slowly and deliberately picked up a bun and slid the wiener into the crevice. “There’s something I’d like to do.” “What’s that?” In hindsight, I would like to say I was focused on cooking not the innuendo. “Fuck you.” I was startled by his frank delivery. He squirted some mayonnaise along the length of the sheathed hotdog. “You’ve fucked me a few times and it was great. I want you to feel that and I’d like to see what it’s like to have your ass on me.” “I don’t know, man…” I trailed off as I watched him take a bite of the meat. A bit of mayo remained on his lips and I was reminded of how he looked after sucking me off. “Just think about it.” He made his way around to my side of the grill. Stepping behind me, he pressed his crotch against my ass and I could feel his semi-hard cock through the fabric. He placed his free hand on my hip as he raised the hotdog to my mouth. He lowered his voice and spoke directly into my ear, “Go on. Take it.” I leaned forward slightly to take a bite and as I did, I felt my ass press harder against him. My own cock began to stiffen from the overtly erotic nature of what was happening. Despite being practically surrounded by people, the only thing that mattered right now was Jeff. I felt more than heard his chest rumble appreciatively as I slowly allowed him to feed me. “Yeah, that’s it. Open wide.” His cock quickly firmed, stretching out toward his left hip. As he fed me, Jeff began to lightly hump into me. Even though most everyone knew how close Jeff and I were, I quickly finished the hotdog knowing that him feeding me was a bit much. However, even after it was gone, Jeff remained pressed close against me. I and was so caught up in grilling and what Jeff was doing that I didn’t notice Amy approaching. Amy stopped and had a quick conversation with us as she made a few plates for the children. While she was there, Jeff moved to stand next to me as I continued to work the grill. He stood close to the appliance to hide the obvious tent next to his pocket. Having seen us working closely before, she didn’t question our proximity while I cooked. “She’s taking the kids out for haircuts and back to school shit tomorrow,” Jeff said after Amy left. Though he hadn’t said it, I knew he was suggesting I come over. “I can get away for a bit. I just don’t know if -” Jeff laughed. “Calm down, man. I’m not saying that’s what we’re going to do tomorrow. But if it happens…” For the rest of the evening I mulled the idea over but kept coming up with no way in hell. Jeff may enjoy having a dick up his ass and while it may not be as bad as I imagined, it was crossing a line that was marked with barbed wire and a brick wall for me. Besides that, I just couldn’t see myself taking his rod and still having control of my sphincter afterward. On the short walk over to Jeff’s I was irrationally nervous. We had been messing around for more than half a year by this point and I had been fucking him for about a third of that time but suddenly with the knowledge that he wanted to fuck me, I wasn’t sure if we should continue what we had been doing. When I arrived, Jeff passed me a beer and we sat chatting for a few minutes. It was what we called foreplay. Nearing the bottom of our bottles, he said we had at least another 2 hours. “I don’t think we should keep doing this,” I said softly. Jeff gave me a flat look. “Is this because I said I wanted to fuck you?” “That maybe precipitated it but it’s not the whole reason,” I lied. It was indeed the whole reason. “I’m not just going to stick it up there if you don’t want me to.” Jeff put his hand high on my thigh, his fingers brushing against my crotch. “I like what we’ve been doing and if I don’t ever get to fuck you, that’s fine. Just don’t take this from me.” He sounded so earnest that I nodded acquiescence. In doing so, I felt his hand move to knead my package as he met my gaze. With a grace I never would have expected form him, he moved to the floor between my legs and opened my fly. Not wasting any time, he took me into my mouth and quickly brought me to full erection. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes enjoying the moment. He took his time moving up and down my modest length, in no hurry. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, not controlling him but just feeling him. I heard the sound of his own shorts being opened just before he pulled off. “I want you in me,” he said as he removed his shorts and lay on his back on the floor. Wasting no time, I moved to the floor between his legs. I stroked myself for the few moments it took for him to lube two of his fingers with his spit and stretch himself open. As soon as he removed them, I spit on my own dick and pressed forward, hearing him moan with relief as I entered him. Adjusting his position slightly, Jeff helped bury my dick within him, wrapping his legs around my waist. As I set up a steady pace fucking him, he used his hands on my nipples. His eyes were closed and his head rolled side to side in bliss. I began to wonder if I was truly missing out on something from the way he was reacting. While what we did held no romance for either of us, that we didn’t do this to be close, I knew it felt damn good having his mouth on me or fucking his ass - as I was now - and I enjoyed doing it. Even sucking him off held a certain pleasure that I would not have thought possible. If he found having my dick in his ass to feel good enough to consciously want it then maybe I was missing out on something. “Damn, that’s good,” I said as Jeff sucked on my dick a week later. Our wives had taken my daughter for a girl’s weekend before school started and Jeff had brought his son over for a boys’ weekend. After checking that they were now in bed sound asleep, he and I were doing our thing in my bedroom. We were in a 69 position and I was on top slowly fucking down into Jeff’s mouth. Feeling dangerously close to orgasm, I pulled out of his mouth while I resumed working on his dick. In the process, I moved lower on his body to prevent him from touching my sensitive shaft. He played with my balls in the meantime allowing me to back away from the edge. After a few minutes, I reentered his mouth and resumed slowly fucking it. Too soon I felt the buildup in my balls again and removed myself from his mouth. This time, I felt Jeff massage my ass as he played with my balls. About the time I was ready to push back into his mouth, he spoke. “Keep putting this tight ass in my face and I might start getting ideas.” Though his voice was soft, there was an aroused edge to it that I had not heard before. Involuntarily I moaned around his cock as I moved so he could resume working my dick. I hesitated to admit it to myself but at that point I was curious about him playing with my ass. After our last session, I had begun to think less about the discomfort and pain I was sure to feel from being fucked by Jeff to feeling jealous about not feeling what he had been enjoying. I wanted to do it at least once but feared that he would think me gay if I told him. Never mind the fact that I had been eagerly drinking his loads for months now and that he openly admitted to enjoying being fucked by me. I reasoned, if he had to talk me into it, if he forced his cock into me, then I could say it wasn’t my decision. Even though I didn’t need the break, I pulled out again and positioned my ass in his face. Though I continued to work his cock, I held my breath waiting for him to seize the opportunity. Though it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, it felt like an eternity before I felt him massage my ass, gradually spreading my cheeks further apart. Each time he did, his hands moved closer to my hole. I tensed as I felt his fingers creep closer and closer. When he finally lightly ran a finger along my crack, I shivered at the light but surprisingly intense sensation. Jeff asked in a whisper, “You like that?” Without waiting for a response, he repeated the motion and I let out a moan. I bit my lip and groaned when I felt his wet, rough tongue sweep through my crevice a few times before stopping to attack my virgin hole. With a gentle determination, Jeff ran his wet muscle around my puckered entrance. Probing forward occasionally, he gently pried me open. With a surprisingly effective technique, he was soon tongue fucking me, eating my ass with abandon. Not being alone in the house, I suppressed the moans that grew within me. What Jeff was doing to my ass felt great. I had never experienced anything like it before and began to understand why he enjoyed the ass play. Suddenly, he pulled away from me and pushed me onto the bed. Manhandling me, he flipped me on my back and took up residence between my legs. Jeff guided my feet onto the back of his shoulders, opening me up for him before diving back down to resume playing with my ass. Instead of using only his tongue, he began to alternately use a finger to probe my hole. Once I was sufficiently stretched and wet, he began to finger fuck me. He wrapped his free hand around my shaft and began to slowly stroke it. “Not so bad, is it?” “No,” I said between pants for air. He worked a second finger into me and I involuntarily fucked back down onto his hand. “It’s better than I thought it would be.” “Up for really getting fucked?” Despite the fact that I was humping my ass against his fingers, I still felt I had to protest. “I don’t think so. Not yet.” Jeff raised an eyebrow in disbelief but said nothing. Instead, he slicked up a third finger and pressed it inside me with the others as he lowered his head to my cock. Before I could stop it, I was wracked by an intense orgasm. My eyes closed tightly and my body tensed as I began to shoot. I felt him let go of my shooting dick and remove his fingers from me as he repositioned his body on top of mine. Placing one hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds, he also pressed back into me and resumed fucking my hole, stimulating me through my orgasm. As I came to, I became aware of a few things in rapid succession. With one of his hands on my mouth, I was aware that his abdomen was pressed onto my dick - my load sandwiched between us - massaging it as he humped into me. As he moved back and forth, I felt something substantially harder and larger moving through my ass than the fingers I had felt before. With his other hand now gripping my shoulder, I realized that it could only be one thing in me now. Angrily, I pulled his hand off my mouth. “What the fuck, Jeff?” “Come on, man. You know you want it.” “No, I don’t.” Though my voice was tight, I was doing nothing to stop him. “Get off me.” “Ok. Just let me finish.” His hips sped up slightly. “I’m almost there.” I began to push against him trying to dismount him. “This isn’t cool. I don’t want you coming in me.” “Just this once. I’m already in your ass,” he said between pants for breath. “Just let me do it this time and I’ll never ask you again. It feels really good.” Though I was enjoying the sensation of his dick moving through me, I didn’t feel as if I had put up enough of a fight yet. I pushed harder against him and moved my body trying to throw off his rhythm. “No. I don’t want to do this. Not yet.” Jeff paused his motion to grab my wrists. Gathering them into one of his hands, he pinned my arms down with one of his hands before resuming his fuck with determination. “Too bad, ‘cause I do.” The act of dominating me seemed to be the impetus he needed. A few thrusts later, I felt his dick go rigid as he pressed fully into me with a groan. As his cock pulsed, I felt the warmth of his load emptying into me. It was unlike anything I had experienced before. I also noticed that from the stimulation of his body above me and his rod pressed against my prostate within me, my own dick was still painfully erect and ready for a second release from the stimulation. Unfortunately, Jeff noticed, too. “Getting fucked by me couldn’t have been too bad,” he said after catching his breath. He leaned back, grabbed my dick and began stroking it. “If you want, I’ll let you bury that bone in my ass now.” Needless to say, I took him up on the offer. Not quite a week later, I was helping him repaint a room. He had just walked Amy out of the house with their son as she couldn’t stand the fumes. “So we’ve got some time before they get back.” Jeff reached around me and undid my jeans as he pressed himself against me. Caught in mid brush stroke, I looked back over my shoulder at him. “What did you have in mind?” “You know, the usual.” With ease, he turned me around and dropped to his knees as he pushed down my pants. Taking me into his mouth, he opened his own pants and began to slowly work his own cock with a hand. After a few minutes of sucking me off, I felt him slide his free hand between my legs, gently probing between my crack obviously seeking my hole. I wanted to protest but was feeling too good. Instead, I opened my legs wider giving him better access. Finding his target, Jeff then placed his finger in my mouth to get it wet before returning it to press into me. Remembering how good it felt before, I allowed it and relaxed into the intrusion and soon felt him slowly finger fucking me. This time, however, he didn’t spend much time playing with my ass. After I was noticeably relaxed, he pulled out, stood and turned me back toward the wall. Leaning me forward slightly, I felt the large head of his cock press against me. “Uh uh,” I said and shook my head. Despite being pinned between him and the wall, I tried to get away from him. “Not doing that.” Jeff wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. His cock easily found itself sandwiched between my ass cheeks and he slowly humped against me. “We don’t have to fuck. Just let me put the tip in.” Before I could respond, I could feel him adjust his stance and take aim at my puckered opening. With his head lined up, he thrust back and forth against it with gradually increasing pressure. “That’s how it always starts,” I said. “I’m not falling for that one.” He laughed. One hand travelled down and began stroking my dick and the other played with my nipples. “I’m serious. Just let me put it in there for a little while.” I didn’t say anything more as I relaxed against him. What I hadn’t anticipated was how well he knew my body. Soon he had me quivering with arousal. With each thrust of his cock, his head opened me just a little more. Eventually, it popped into me and I let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure from the intrusion. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said around a moan of his own. He paused momentarily before pulling out. I heard him spit on his dick before he pressed it back into me. However instead of stopping with just the tip in me, he kept going, pressing his length slowly deeper. “You said just the tip.” “It is just the tip. I’m just putting it in as far as it will go.” “Fucking asshole,” I said. “If you insist,” Jeff responded deliberately twisting my words. I barely felt his bush against my ass before he reversed course and set up a steady pace. There was no denying the fact that I was enjoying being fucked by Jeff. I couldn’t help moaning in a combination of pain and pleasure as his large cock moved through me. His strokes were lengthy and each time his crown moved across my prostate, my own dick jumped in response and spit out a fresh drop of precum. I began to fuck back onto his cock, arching my back to take more of it. “That’s it. Take it. Take my fucking cock,” he encouraged. He wrapped a hand around my own throbbing dick and began to stroke it quickly. “You can’t keep holding out on me. This ass feels so good wrapped around me. I know you like it, too. Tell me you like it.” “Fuck, Jeff,” I said around a moan. As much as it was true, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. “Don’t make me do that.” “What? You afraid it might turn you into a faggot?” He gave my ass a smack. “It’s just fucking sex.” From my lack of response, he immediately knew what I was thinking. “Man, that ship has sailed,” he continued. “Besides, do you think I’m gay? I love having your dick in my ass. Does that make me gay?” Embarrassed and conflicted, I tried to pull away from him. “Stop.” Jeff pushed me against the wall, pressing the side of my face into the wet paint. “Not until you say you like it. I want to hear you say you like me fucking you.” “No.” “Come on, man. We’re both straight. We just happen to like fucking each other. Why can’t you just say it?” Jeff’s thrusting became more forceful as his voice became more intense and emotional. “What are you scared of? It’s just getting off. It’s not gay. It’s not!” In that moment I understood why he wanted and needed to fuck me and to hear me say it. It was obvious for as much as he said he enjoyed what we were doing, he was as conflicted about it as I was and needed the confirmation that I felt the same. This was something new for both of us. We were indeed two straight men who found out we just happened to like having sex with each other. We weren’t in love, we had no interest in other dicks. If I didn’t admit it, this was going to end badly and our friendship would most likely be over. “I like it,” I said weakly. “What?” My voice got stronger. “I like it.” Jeff smacked my ass again. “What do you like?” “I like getting fucked by you.” “You like my cock in your ass?” “I do.” Having admitted it, I felt a weight being lifted. “I like that big ass cock of yours in my ass. Fuck me good.” “Gonna take my load?” “Fuck yeah, Jeff. Give it to me.” “That’s it, beg for my nut.” “I’m not going to beg for it.” My tone changed to match his. I could no longer afford to be conflicted. Now that I had admitted I liked Jeff’s cock, he damn well was going to fuck me with it. “I’m not some bitch for you to use. When I want your ass, I’m fucking it. Right now I want your cock so I’m going to fuck that.” Like a man possessed, I began to fuck back against him. Jeff let out a surprised curse. He stopped moving his hips, letting me do the work. His hand continued to jerk my dick driving me closer to the edge. “Fuck that cock. Make me come.” My voice stuttered with the force of our bodies slapping together. “No. You make me come. This is my ride and I’m going to enjoy it.” “If you insist.” Jeff broke my rhythm as he took a few steps backward, pulling me with him. He pressed forward on my back, bending me at the waist and grabbing my hips before resuming his fuck with a vengeance. “I’m going to fuck the come out of you.”

Something about the combination of our position, the force of his thrusts and his tone worked its magic. I began to moan almost nonstop. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Fuck my ass.” Even though I hadn’t touched myself in this new position, it didn’t take long before my dick began to spasm. “Oh, fuck. I feel it in your ass. You’re coming. Shit.” I heard Jeff growl and give me a final thrust, burying himself fully into me as he began to orgasm. His hips erratically thrust into me as he deposited his load. For minutes the only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing, grunts and pants as we enjoyed our release. Even after his cock stopped pulsating, Jeff remained inside me. I moved to a more upright position but remained leaning forward against the wall on my arms. When he finally pulled out, we still did not speak as we pulled up our pants. Even as he helped clean the paint off me and the evidence of my orgasm off the wall and floor we were silent. “So,” he spoke first. “Yeah. That happened.” There was another moment of silence. “We good?” He finally asked. “Why wouldn’t we be? What’s wrong with two straight guys fucking occasionally?” “Not a damn thing.” A few days later, Kate was running the mommy shuttle dropping the kids off at various lessons and then picking them up. Needless to say, I called Jeff and invited him over. Not standing on ceremony, I greeted him by opening his pants and sucking him just long enough to get his cock hard and wet before lowering my own pants and showing him my hole that was already lubed and ready. “Fuck,” Jeff said as he pushed me to kneel and lay my chest on the sofa. “You ready for this again already?” “I don’t know about you,” I said as he pressed into me. “But I like getting dicked every once in a while.”

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