Belami

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Bel Ami 2 Copyright © Emile Ochoa 2017.

I felt like a loser compared to Dash. He looked so innocent. His smile was disarming. He was skinny, good looking; younger looking even. His short light brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, 5'6 body, and slender cheeks made him seem younger than his age. He could've past for fifteen. He was a young, publicly innocent, privately naughty boy who still wore mostly regular jeans, casual tee shirts, and zip up hoodies. He still played video games and ate candy for meals. It wasn't the only thing he ate, that much he proved.

Dash pushed my jeans and underwear further down. He parted my legs and I let him. He leaned over and kissed my swelled up head. He kissed it again, and then started tease sucking it before going the rest of the way. My dick hurt. I was close to coming and he stopped. The sudden pause was as intense as anything before it. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked at him, his brown eyes staring back up at me.

"Because," he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Dash was quiet. He looked over to the door and back at me and turned around, facing away from me. Without saying a word, he opened his jeans and slid them down with his blue, plaid boxers. He bent over some and grabbed my dick, holding it upward and steady. It was pointed perfectly between each cheek like a missile poised to strike its target. All it needed was a launch code and trajectory. He had both.

"Mhmm," he moaned softly. He was ready for it.

I felt it when the head touched him. It poked him where he was tightest. He wiggled over it until it touched his butthole just right, and then he pushed down on it. There was pressure, it was tight, but Dash pushed on it until he popped his sphincter ring seal and my dick slid in. Then down he went; slow and steady, inching closer and closer to sitting on my lap with my dick inside his light pink opening. He landed finally. My dick was fully up his butt.

"Ugh," I couldn't help groan a little. I never felt anything like it before. It felt good, really good. "You feel that?"

"Yeah," I swallowed hard.

"Feels good," he whispered. He knew what he was talking about just like he knew what he was doing.

His mouth already devoured my dick like a snake swallowing its prey. Now the walls of his rectum constricted it. They tightly formed around the head first, pulling it in before stretching over the thickness of my shaft. It was like a small elastic band being stretched to its limit; fucking amazing. I almost came before he was even all the way down on it, but I held out. Dash got there; all the way there, and just to be sure I was all the way in, he squirmed and wiggled against me before he pulled himself up halfway and slid back down again.

He sat on my lap, rolling, clenching, and relaxing his butt cheeks. I felt his soft skinned, hairless, round butt against my body and over my crotch. He leaned forward on the desk more, exposing more of his hole to me as he slowly went up and down, up and down, up... down. He grinded against me again. His butthole suffocated my dick with its warmth, suction, and python like squeeze. Every time my dick pulsed, his grip tightened.

"You like it?" He asked in a whisper as he looked back over his shoulder. I nodded and spoke with a soft, breathy tone.

"Yeah," I said.

"It feels good right?"

"Yeah," I answered him.

He kept going up and down on my dick. His butthole was a perfect replacement for his mouth. My dick agreed as it fell prey to his vice like hold, being squeezed and choked hard. My body agreed and the tense knot in the pit of my stomach, the tense feeling growing deep in my balls, and the quivering motions coming from my dick were proof of it. Dash quietly moved up and down, his eyes closed, his lips folded over, only parting them occasionally to moan or gasp in a breath, and lick his lips. He did it all without ever breaking rhythm. He had a good one with good speed.

"You like that?" He asked again.

"Yeah," I forced it out through labored breaths.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I was breathless.

"I can squeeze tighter," he said and squeezed his muscles. "See?"

He choked me in a way that made it difficult to distinguish between his body and mine. My dick was being slowly suffocated by his hole. We were one, tight, flesh ball of sex. I didn't being connected to him in that way now that I knew how good it felt. I didn't even care all that much anymore that he was that really weird kid from the softball team or my mom's good friend's son. He was my buddy who was more experienced than he let on or anyone knew. People made fun of him, but Dash was way more advanced than they could ever imagine.

Dash was in complete control. He was young, but he really was experienced. He knew what he wanted. He knew how he wanted it. He knew how to get it. He knew how to make it happen. He knew he could make me feel good. He could give me what he knew how to give, in the way he knew how to give it. There wasn't any stopping him, and I didn't want him to stop. He bounced up and down with surgical precision. His butthole swallowed all of my dick each bounce before he finally came up off of it and spit it out.

"Aghhhh," Dash let out a satisfied groan.

He adjusted and faced me. His dick jutted out from a small patch of sparse, brown pubes. Like me, Dash was circumcised. His dick looked above average for his small frame; long and slight above average width. His balls were hairless, hanging in his sack. I sat up, staring at his crotch. I was mesmerized by it. I swallowed because I had a thought. I'd never done it before, but I was curious about it, so I did it. I touched his balls and his dick. I grabbed it and looked up at him. He stared with a smirk.

"Do it," he said, pointing his dick at me. "I won't tell."

"I don't know how," I spoke softly.

"Just put it in your mouth." He prodded my lips with the tip. I looked over at the door. "Nobody's there. Come on, do it."

"How?"

"Touch it a little first, then put your mouth on it. Go ahead."

"Don't shoot in my mouth."

"I won't," he shook his dick at me.

I moved my hand back and forth on his dick. Before then, the only dick I ever touched was mine. I saw other boys in the locker room at school, but I never touched anybody. I kept staring at his dick. I studied it for a few seconds, thinking about doing it. I kept thinking about it while I jerked him. Then I just did it. I stopped thinking about it and put it in my mouth. I wasn't as skilled as Dash was, but I wrapped my lips around it and bobbed my head back and forth slowly. He moved closer to my face, between my legs and put my hands on his butt, and his hands on my shoulders.

His butt felt good in my bare hands. Dash moved his hips back and forth, making me suck his dick the way I should have been sucking it. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed it all the way in. I gagged when it brushed the soft palate of my mouth and that only encouraged him to keep thrusting fast and deep until he suddenly stopped and slowly pulled out. My eyes were watery. I wiped my mouth and stared up at his face.

Dash glanced at my room door again. He looked at me and pulled his pants up. He walked over to the door, peeped into the hallway, and closed it back; all the way. He turned back to me.

"Let's go to the bed," he said.

"Why?"

"It's better on the bed, there's more room."

I got up. He went too, getting in front of me so he was between me and the bed. He looked back over his shoulder at me and pushed his jeans and underwear back down. His butt, his dick and balls were completely exposed. He lifted his tee shirt halfway up and over his head, behind his neck.

"Do whatever you want," he said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Don't tell anybody okay?"

"I won't."

"Put me however you want. You can move me if you want."

"No, it's good like this," I swallowed again.

I was breathing hard again. The thought of what we were doing was spinning in my head. I froze for a moment.

"Are you gonna or not?" Dash asked.

"Yeah."

"Come on then, do it."

He was bent over with both forearms resting against the bed. Whatever I wanted to do, that was what he said. I put my hands on the sides of his butt, on his hips and rubbed my pulsing dick against him. He arched his back and perked his butt upward. I placed the head at his puckering hole and pushed in some. It was in just enough to hold us together. I held him in place and pushed again. I slid in because Dash opened up for me again.

I doubted Stef had any idea about Dash; the real Dash. I doubted anybody knew. Even I was surprised. Who knew the guy who everyone thought was the weirdest; the stupidest boy they knew, was a lot more than his normal way if acting or appearance suggested.

I stopped with half my shaft still out. He backed up the rest of the way. My thrusts were real slow and continuous. It felt good. Dash moaned and gasped, squeezing my dick tighter when he did. It took a lot for me not to come. He had twice already gotten me close and each time, he stopped whatever he was doing just in time so I wouldn't come. I went a little faster, clenching my butt cheeks every time I went forth. I could barely stand how good Dash felt. He groaned a little louder than before.

"Does it hurt?" I stopped moving.

"No, keep going," he breathed. I went again, slow and steady. "Push it all the way in," he said over his shoulder. "Go faster."

"Okay."

"It's all the way in?"

"Almost," I pushed again.

"Don't stop, go all the way in."

I did just that. I pushed my dick all the way inside his hole. I pulled it back and went in him again. I went a little faster than before like he wanted me to. I was fucking him. I was fucking another boy and not just any boy, I was fucking Dash. I still wanted to fuck a girl to see what that would be like, but at that moment, Dash gave me his tight, little, butthole to do whatever I wanted to do with it, and I wanted to keep fucking him.

"Harder," he collapsed around my dick. I did it harder. "Mhmm, yeah, like that."

"It's good?"

"Yeah."

"I'm almost ready, I'm getting close. You want me to stop before and pull out?"

"Nah ah," he shook his head. "Keep going."

I was breathing harder. I was thrusting behind him harder. I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach again. My balls tensed up. My dick pulsed, then quivered. My head swelled, my shaft swelled. My dick hurt. There was no stopping it thus time. I grabbed him tighter because I was so close. I couldn't hold it even if I wanted to. I moved faster and faster. My stomach knotted up and...

"Ugh," I exhaled and breathed hard. "Ugh," I gasped as I came again and again. He tightened his hole as much as he could again, holding onto my dick as it spewed. He was really skilled at it. I was all the way in him.

"Mhmm," I groaned and breathed really hard.

My skin felt glazed in a sticky layer of sweat and the pissing urge I felt was strong before I came and while I was coming. I kept coming, spewing out in one creamy streak after another as my dick pulsed and my piss hole puckered with each spurt. I counted eight before they subsided and left my dick quivering inside him. Dash stood still as much as he could while I ejaculated. He looked over his shoulder at me. I looked at him as I caught my breath. He squirmed against me.

"You done it?"

"Yeah," I said, still struggling to breathe normal.

My dick was still hard and inside of him. I pulled out. He stood up, turned around, and sat on the bed. He leaned back and jerked off while I watched. He came mostly on his stomach with a few globs pooling as he slowed his hand movement on his dick. A streak hit his chest close to his left nipple. I stared the whole time. He squeezed the last drips out before dipping his fingers in the globs. He scooped up as much of his come as he could and licked it from his fingers.

"Want to taste it?" He held his fingers up. "Go on, taste it."

"No."

"Why not?" He ate more of it.

"I never did that. It's a little weird right?"

"It's hot," he smiled and ate more of his come. It was all over his tongue. He showed me. I smirked.

"What's it taste like?"

"Good."

"Really?" Even though I was hesitant about having it in my mouth, I was a little curious still.

"Yeah. I like it."

"Okay."

We stared at each other for a little while. I even looked down at his crotch before he sat up. I gave him something to wipe off with. We fixed our clothes and sat on the bed together. He asked if I liked it. Yeah, I liked it. He asked if I liked him. Yeah, I liked him. He told me I had a big dick. I told him the same. He said he would suck mine, and sit on it whenever I wanted him to, and I definitely wanted him to.

Stef picked him up from my house a few hours later. We were well passed done being in my room. By the time she saw us again, it was like nothing had happened. We both knew it did though; we were the only ones who knew. Dash acted the same way in front his mom as he did when they were in the supermarket. Just like that, he was the really weird kid again, but I knew better and now he knew he made a friend.

"Bye," I waved to them as he got in the car.

"Bye," he rolled the window down after he closed the door. "Hey, you want to hang out again?"

"Okay."

"You can sleep over after the game of you want."

"Yeah okay. I just have to ask if it's okay."

"Okay, bye."

"Yeah, see ya."

I wasn't the most social boy. I wasn't the guy with all the friends or who got the girl. I wasn't the one with trophies in his room for sports or some other equally jock type thing. I had awards and plaques for academics though. I was that guy. I was the socially awkward, quiet, mostly loner guy. I had friends, most of them a lot like me, but even they had an easier time with other people than it seemed like I did. I liked video games though. I had a bunch of them. I also had a couple of magazines for personal satisfaction since I wasn't dating anyone, but no of that mattered. I had Dash.

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