However could you say no when your straight friend begs you "Please, Puppy, suck it?"
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Hayden - Part 4
I lift up, feeling the pressure of his grip on me, and then dip my head once more. Allow my tongue free rein over his swollen flesh, tasting the sweetness that has started leaking and filing my mouth. The taut waistband of his underwear - no, my underwear - pushes his balls up so that, as I bottom out on him with each slow stroke, they press against my cheek.
Reaching a hand between his legs, I gently tug and stroke at them, feeling as much as hearing Hayden's purr as I work him over in his most sensitive places. Most of my head is caught up in what I'm doing, firing at its basest neurons as the tastes and the scents and the feel of him overwhelm me, but there's just enough awareness to know that I want to make him feel good. Want this to be the best blow job he's ever had, to never forget it was his Puppy that made him feel this way.
Gradually I work my way up on all-fours on the sofa beside him, Hayden's hand reaching underneath my body, milking my cock as it wags and bobs in my excitement. I risk a glance up, expecting to see his eyes tightly closed - wonder which girl we know that he might be imagining doing this, or some celebrity perhaps, some top-heavy porn star - but find he's looking down at me, staring as I stare back, his thickness stretching my lips into a lewd "O".
"Take your shirt off," he tells me, breathless. Reluctantly I let go of his junk, allow his cock to slip from between my lips, and pull my t-shirt up over my head. The urge to dive back down on him is immense, but I force myself to grip his shaft instead, slap its heft against my cheek and run it across my face. The smell of him, rich and musky and incredibly masculine, is setting my head spinning. When I finally succumb, and plunge my throat back onto him, I can't prevent the sigh of pleasure from rumbling up through my chest.
As I suck, Hayden sits forward and tugs his own shirt off. I feel the warm hem of it brush my back as he tosses it past me, onto the floor, and then he's sitting back again and, if I shift my eyes to the side, I can see the soft ripples of his abs splayed out. His hand strays back to rest gently, possessively on my shoulder blade; not moving me, but simply lifting and falling as I work on his cock.
"I feel like we shouldn't be doing this, Puppy," he mutters, voice a little slurred. My body tenses, suddenly expecting him to push me away and hating the thought of it, but he doesn't. "It's not right, because..." Hayden sighs, and I feel his thumb circling gently at the base of my neck, brushing with and against the closely-cropped hairs there. "Because we're friends."
Forcing myself to release him, I lift my head from his crotch. His erection spit-slicked in my fist as I jerk him. "So are you going to tell me to stop?"
Hayden grins, a wide and lazy expression that seems to occupy the whole bottom half of his face. I can't help but smile back.
"Nah," he tells me, "I'm gonna bust in your mouth."
I don't protest when he pulls me back down, my lips eagerly replacing my fingers as he grinds himself deep into my throat. Maybe we're past some mental block, I don't know, because all of a sudden Hayden is a lot more vocal.
"That's it, Puppy, use your tongue. Fuck, swallow again like you did just then. Jesus, it's like my dick is halfway into your chest." I gulp and twist and suck, doing as I'm told, as my straight friend digs the fingers of one hand into my shoulder, the other making lazy strokes on my throbbing erection. I'm not sure if he's even aware he's still doing it, but it's keeping me on the edge of blasting across the couch.
I start to tug on his underwear - no, my underwear really - dragging it down his thighs. Hayden closes his legs together just long enough for me to pull the briefs down to his knees, then kicks them off. There's a fresh wave of heat from his body that radiates past my face, and I can't help myself, I have to go explore.
Hand running slick strokes along his shaft, I press my face into the crease where his thigh meets his groin, nudging his balls aside with my nose and lapping at the sensitive skin there. The scent of him is stronger there, musk mixed with the sweet tang of fresh sweat. Bracing myself with one hand on his knee, I play my tongue down under his body, until I'm licking the swollen runway of flesh just above his ass.
"Oh, fuck Puppy," Hayden gasps, as the tip of my tongue flicks across his hole. "You sick fucker."
I chuckle, feeling the scrape of my fingers against my cheek as I continue jerking Hayden's cock while my mouth seeks out the hot tightness beneath him. Slumped as he is, I can dig my way under his ass and grind myself onto him. Pushing slyly at a part of him I bet has never been touched like this before.
"Shit, you're doing it." There's an edge of shock in his voice, surprise meets arousal. "You're licking my fucking ass."
I want more, though. More than just a few ill-angled strokes between the lightly-furred mounds of his ass. I want to show my friend just how I can make him feel, and preferably blow his mind in the process.
Pulling back momentarily, reluctantly, I tell him to lift his leg. After a split-second of hesitation he does, the thigh I'm not leaning over shifting until his heel is balanced on the edge of the couch cushions. It's not much, but it's enough.
Hayden's whole body shudders when I plant my mouth on his hole. His hand tight and motionless around my dick, a rigid sleeve it's sublimely tempting to hump against. When he groans, I can feel it ripple through his body, down to where his thighs are suddenly trying to crush my head as they pin me in place.
He may be able to still my body, but he can't stop my tongue. Tip pointed and eager, I force past his flinching muscle and inside him.
I've sucked more dick than I've eaten ass, but I have zero plans to fuck up this particular opportunity. Judging by Hayden's alternating moans and gasps I'm doing a pretty decent job, switching between jabbing my tongue into his gradually relaxing hole and then lapping gentle across and around it. I know I'm doing good when I feel his thigh shift; glance up and see his hand grasping underneath his knee and pulling his leg back to better expose himself to my attentions.
It's just the room I need to sneak my fingers into the crack of his ass, letting them play in the spit-slicked gap between his taut, straight-boy cheeks. A sly fingertip pulling and tugging at his entrance so that my tongue can pry in further. When I slip half my forefinger into him, Hayden's shock is audible.
"Oh Jesus, Puppy, what the fuck..."
I freeze, for a moment, half-expecting him to pull back from me; readying myself for the moment of rejection when his brain catches up with - and overrides - the flood of unusual sensations overwhelming his body. And yet he doesn't. Instead, I feel the unmistakable shift of his ass further down on the couch cushions, spreading him even further and forcing my finger in even deeper.
It's when I feel his hand move again on my cock that I know I have him. Carefully, I press my probing digit into the hotness of his body, until my knuckles are against him. Pulling out, I time the addition of my second finger with swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, the skin there so taut and swollen it must be bordering on painful. A deep grunt escapes Hayden's lungs, rattling his chest, as I sink his erection into my throat, simultaneously pushing both fingers as far into his ass as I can get them.
His fist is like a vice on me one moment, and then suddenly gone; I fight the urge to whimper with wordless frustration. Glancing up again, I see him lick his palm - tongue wide and flat - before returning the now-slippery hand to my dick. Newly lubricated, it slides with heavenly friction from the thick base to the bobbing, leaking tip, Hayden's spit mixing with my own drooling precum.
I'm finger-banging him hard now, slamming my hand into his hole as I feast on his cock. His body is rocking down to meet each thrust, one of his hands holding back his leg so far that his knee is pressed against his chest; the other an eager blur on my own hyper-sensitive hardness. I fight the urge to thrust into him, force myself to let him do the work as I focus on the mingling feelings of dominance and submission from Hayden fucking my throat.
"It's... oh fuck, Puppy, it's happening... I'm..."
If I was his girl - if he even had a girl - this is probably where I'd pull off, I think, with a sudden flush of pride and superiority. Instead, I intensify my efforts, hooking probing fingertips up and inward to hunt for the swollen nub of his prostate, while swallowing hard around the broad flare of the head of his cock as it pulses in my gullet.
I know it's coming, that we've reached the point of no return, when he bucks and tenses under me, and then he's flooding my throat, ass spasming around my fingers as though it wants to cut them off. The hot, sweet and tart taste of him on my tongue, as his cock throbs and jerks. The strangled "yessss" that thrums through his torso is all but unnecessary: I know just how intense the feelings must be.
Pulling back, I play my tongue around him, tasting the dregs of his orgasm as his body still clenches periodically.
I think I'm the hardest I've ever been, and I can't stop myself from pushing my cock through Hayden's fist as his haphazard jerking is thrown by the power of his climax. Caught somewhere between the daze of what I've just done and the fear that, as the lust fades post-climax, he'll stop.
"Are you going to cum?" he whispers, voice still shaky as he tries to catch his breath. I search the five words, his tone, his intonation, to try to figure out whether I can hear disgust or regret or anything else in there. I wonder if he looks at me now, humping against his grip, with dismay.
"I don't..." I start, sentence petering out as the uncertainty swells over me.
"Sit up," Hayden tells me.
I push myself up, sitting back on my haunches next to his slumped body on the couch. His cock is still half-hard, wet from my mouth. Chest flushed. And yet his hand is still on me, fingers carefully cradling my pulsing erection.
"I want to see it happen," he says, squeezing me. The soft, teasing slide across my dick sends shivers through my body, but then his movements grow firmer, more deliberate. Fist grinding down into my pubes, before returning all the way to the tip; circling there for a moment and then the whole thing repeats again and again.
"Sometimes when I jerk off, I do it like this," Hayden tells me, almost matter-of-fact despite this line we've transgressed together in our friendship. "I can keep going for ages, just getting real close to where I'm about to cum and then stopping myself. Making myself wait."
Suddenly his palm is rubbing across the head of my dick, making me flinch and gasp at the stab of sensations that rocket through me. The rough-smooth rasp of his skin is almost too much for me to bear.
"But when I really want to blow, I do it like this," he explains, voice still a low whisper. "It's like it hurts, but it makes me cum so hard I feel like my balls are going to go shooting out my cock."
I'm unconsciously spreading my legs, leaning my groin into Hayden's polishing motions. I don't know if it's the hand-job or his explanation that's pushing me toward my own orgasm, but I know I don't want either to stop.
"It was so fucking hot to cum in your mouth, dude," Hayden confides. "I wasn't sure you were going to let me. I thought... I thought you'd pull off at the last minute or something. But you didn't." He runs his thumb up the thick, swollen ridge running the length of my cock, from base to just below the tip. It's slick with my precum.
My voice is a strained gasp. "I wasn't going to stop," I tell him, and watch him grin almost bashfully.
"I tried it once. I mean, I guess every guy has, y'know?"
I picture him on his bed, jerking into his palm and gingerly licking through the creamy white puddle. Or his legs thrown back over his head, hand flailing as his dick wags and bobs above his face, sending a shower of fresh milk cascading over his nose and between his lips. A fingertip scraped through the trails of spunk that have spattered carelessly across his chest, and brought nervously to his mouth. I want to ask how he did it, when, what he thought of the taste and whether he'd do it again, but just imagining the possibilities is somehow enough too.
"And then, when you put your fingers in my ass... Jesus, it made me think about... well..."
It's too much, it's all too much. My body locks rigid, Hayden moving his hand just in time to let the first jet of cum go flying. It sprays across his thigh, and then his fingers are around me again, jerking me properly now as I soak his groin and leg. I feel like I'm turning inside-out.
"Fuck, dude," Hayden laughs, "are you trying to drown me?" I have to push his hand off my dick, it's too sensitive now for even his lightest touch. He's right, though; I can't remember the last time I came this hard or this much.
I let myself fall back, looking at Hayden as he stares at me between my raised knees. I'm guessing that, in a minute, one of us will get self-conscious, but for the moment the post-orgasm glow is still strong. I can't decide if he's smirking or smiling or some mixture of the two.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not obsessed with cum or anything like that. But, watching my friend sprawled out on the soft, bare-ass naked, with my stuff running down his body... I admit, I can't help but think about what it'd be like to clean him up with my tongue. Something tells me that would be too intimate for him, though.
Yeah, I can have my mouth on his dick or on his ass, but licking his abs? Far too familiar. The thought of it is enough to make me giggle out loud.
Hayden looks at me, quizzically. "What's so funny?"
I shake my head; it'd be too weird to explain. He shrugs, then levers himself cautiously up off the couch, trying to avoid dripping cum all over the place.
"Guess I'm going to, y'know... get cleaned up, then." He looks sheepish, as though it's just this moment struck him what we've done. I bite my tongue and just nod.
Don't think I don't watch the way his ass flexes as he walks out the room, mind. I resist the urge to wolf-whistle.
I haven't the restraint not to pick up his discarded Calvins, however, nor to stop myself from burying my nose in them. The soft blue cotton envelops my face, while the scent of Hayden - somehow both the same and yet different from minutes before, when I was pressed tight against his crotch - sets my head swimming.
I'm one sick Puppy, I remind myself as I feel my cock start to twitch into life again. I might as well embrace it.
That's the end of that one; thank you for all those who came along for the ride with our playful - and now a whole lot closer - friends. I have a few ideas for what I might write next, though, so there should be something new fairly soon. Until then, you can find plenty of stories at http://dirtyanon.tumblr.com/tagged/words
-A