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"Anything you want," Part 3
Only one time did we stray from our standard routine. For once, hewas drunk for real. I had stuck with beer, but he, for some reason, thought it would be fun to do tequila shots. After his back rub, I sucked him and rimmed him and then sucked him some more. I'd been feasting on him for close to 90 minutes, which was amazing. Sucking him, tasting him, pleasing him, and hearing his sighs could never get old. But my lips were getting sore and my jaw wasstarting to ache. "Are you getting close?" I asked him. "No,"he admitted. "Tell me what to do," I replied, "want me to try jacking you?"
"No," he said, rising up on his elbows. "I knowwhat will work. I'm gonna let you feel what it's like to get fucked."
He got up and walked to the bathroom. He returned with a condom. "Take your shorts off and get down on the carpet," he said. "Bendover on your hands and knees."
On one level this was presumptuous. On another it was degrading.But mostly I felt flattered. My hot best friend wanted to take things up anotch. He had always been very passive, lying back while I did the work. Now hewanted to sink his dick in my ass. It was unscripted. Believe it or not, I'dnever considered the possibility. I never imagined he'd want to fuck me. I'dnever really even thought about getting fucked. Now it was going to happen, andit was happening so fast. I was nervous but I was also excited.
I did as he asked. I took off my clothes and assumed the positionon the floor. I felt vulnerable and exposed. Usually I wasn't the one ondisplay. And then there was the fact that I was a real rookie. "Don't weneed lube or something?" I asked. "We're good," he said. "It'sa lubricated condom."
He kneeled on the floor behind me. "Spread your legsmore," he told me. "Lower," he said, pressing down on the smallof my back. I felt the tip of his cock nudge my pucker. I was nervous. Wouldthis work? Didn't we need lube? "Get ready," he said. "Go slow,okay? Be gentle," I begged. What he said next was cold but clear:"This isn't about you. This is about me getting off."
He used one hand to grab my shoulder and another to line up hisdick. He pressed forward. Hard. At first my ass didn't give. He pushed harder.Then came the pain. He was probably only an inch into me, but my ass was onfire. I exhaled with a noise that was halfway between a moan and a sob."Take it," he demanded. He pushed harder. The pain was indescribable.He pulled out a little, then thrust forward, skewering me. He was in. All theway in. Both his hands gripped my shoulders now. He started to fuck me, hardand fast. The searing pain faded into a dull ache. I could feel his ballsflapping against me. His heat inside me. His big hands gripping me. Drops ofhis sweat started landing on my back. He lowered himself onto me and the warmthof his body covered me like a blanket. I was engulfed by him; I was impaled onhim. The new angle changed the way his dick felt inside of me. My ass wasn't resistingas much. The ache receded into a feeling of fullness. I could feel his hot raggedbreath on my neck. He was mumbling, mostly to himself: "Fuck. So fuckingtight. So fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I realized my dick wasstill hard. He lifted up again, hovering over me on all fours. I was buckingbackward to meet his urgent thrusts. It was so hot, so animalistic. I felt hiscock throb as he said "FUUUUUUUCCCK!" and unloaded inside of me. Histhrusts were slower now. He pulled out. He kind of pushed me down as he used mefor balance when standing up. He tossed the very full condom on the floor nextto my face as he climbed into bed.
I laid there for a minute, recovering. My dick was still hard, sohard it was aching. I got up, grabbed the condom, and walked into the bathroom.The outside of the condom was pretty gross. But inside was his cum. I sat onthe toilet to wipe my ass and see if there was any blood. There wasn't. Istarted to jack my cock while I held the condom upside down over my mouth. Assoon as I tasted him, my dick erupted. My cum hit my chest and splattered allover his shower curtain. I cleaned myself up a bit, flushed the condom, and walkedback into his bedroom to retrieve my clothes. He was passed out on the bed.
The next day things went back to normal. We met up for lunch. "Shit,I was drunk last night," he said.
"You were plastered," I agreed. "Do you rememberanything?"
His answer made me chuckle: "I don't think I want to."
That night I was back at his place. I wondered if he'd try to fuck me again. He didn't. We stuck with the old pattern: We went to his room after TV and a few beers. I took off my shirt and faced down on his carpet. He poppedmy back and gave me a quick back rub. He stood up, stripped to his underwear,and got back down. I popped his back. He got up and rested face down on his bed. I massaged him all over and then asked him to flip. I massaged his frontside, working the muscles of his chest and abs. I went down to his feet andworked my way up to his tented briefs. "Lift up," I said. He did, and I slidhis briefs down. I sucked his dick, ate his ass, and drank his cum that nightand nearly every other night all the way up to graduation. It never got old.