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Bright lights. Birds chirping. The stale aroma of cum and sweat soaked sheets. The tantalizing musk of men who haven't quite yet showered after a long night of intense extracurricular activities.
Christ Almighty.. I thought to myself. These are the things I love waking up to.
I opened my eyes to the sight of my two best buds. All snuggled up into each other I see.. I couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable sight of Josh and Jorge cuddled up into each other. Jorge, the ever so manly and imposing brute of a gorgeous Latino hunk was always trying to distance himself from me and Josh now lay in an affectionate embrace, cradling the young man in his arms. Always trying to be the most gentlemanly and professional of our trio, Jorge was always embarrassed to admit to his lustful wants and feelings- Especially when it came to that damn foxy little mixed Asian curled up in his arms.
Josh.. oh what to say about the youngest of us. I got up and stretched, making sure not to disturb the happy couple. I eyed the boy as his body curled into Jorge's embrace, trying to maintain comfort as I disentangled myself from them. Josh.. had this ridiculously infectious way of sneaking past the most vigorous defenses and putting people at ease. Was it his gorgeous smile? His ridiculously tight and perfectly muscled bod? Maybe. Those ass...ets definitely didn't hurt heh. Oh I suppose I won't be able to understand this kid. Kind hearted, good natured, with a quick wit and an irritating penchant for understanding people. Ugh.. what a disgustingly good guy.
Not to mention he loved getting fucked and sucking cock. The boy was a natural bottom. Not that he couldn't top- I've seen him send some of my bottom buddies begging for more heh... myself included. The damn child was friggen sex on two legs. At times Even I was envious. At 5'7" and 170 pounds, Josh had all the right junk in all the right places without wasting an inch on his body. A nice and sizeable ass that even some of my girlfriends envied. Broad and muscled arms and shoulders that accentuated his firm and slightly protruding chest that lead down to abs that while not the most cut, were definitely defined and with the right kind of bulk.
And then came that damn cock and legs. Heh.. on the off chance that I wanted a cock up my ass I had always been loathe to take Jorge. Jorge had a length and girth that I just couldn't handle. Sure it was comparable in length to my own 7.5 inches but his 7 inch uncut cock held a circumference of close to 8 inches compared to my 7. Thankfully for me, Josh was a decent 6.5 inches with a succulent circumference of almost 7 inches. Short enough not to make me cry, long enough to plow me well, and just thick enough to make me wince in pure pleasure at his forceful and firm thrusts. Heh, I chuckled to myself. Dat ass. That ass could serve a pleasantly forceful blow that when coupled with Josh's cock in my not so bottom oriented ass, sent stars and fireworks through my body with each of his delectably mind blowing strokes.
Well damn.. I thought as I felt my cock start to grow with my phallic thoughts. I'm all hard with no one to play with heh. I continued to watch the two sleep, the muscled colossus of Jorge wrapped around the sizeable but diminutive form of Josh. I always envied anyone who could take all of Jorge without being a little bitch about it.. and watching Josh ride Jorge has always been a phenomenal sight to behold.
And there goes my boner. I grinned at myself. I really enjoyed the cock I had. Maybe it wasn't as imposing as Jorge or perfect like Josh's but it was nice and long while maintaining a lean and sexy profile. And it was time to help that cock into a relaxed state of bliss. Jack off time! I quietly excused myself to the restroom, taking care to quietly salvage my phone off the bedroom floor.
Time to get my morning started heh. I gently closed the door behind me and sat down on the toilet. Upon opening the screen the phone's light displayed my missed messages, some facebook alerts, that it was 0650, 78 degrees Fahrenheit with a 30% chance of precipitation.
I quickly dialed in through the screens finding my secret storage folder containing my spank bank, in addition to a plethora of other interesting paraphernalia. Organized by gender and personal identifiers, I quickly browed through the images. Eh. That bitch was alright. This guy was good.. but too much of a talker. Hm.. this one had way too much body hair. Irritating cuddler. Little bitchy bottom. Cunt too loose.
I breezed through the images not satisfied with the memories I held there. Ah fuck it.. I decided to navigate to my most used folder. The memories I had of Jorge, Josh and I. I couldn't help but grin. I had a penchant of taking pictures and video before, during, and after sex - with consent of course... yeah.. In any case no one else was privy to these files save maybe cute little curious Josh- Jorge never wanted to see the sordid details of my exploits. But we all enjoyed watching ourselves with each other.
I finally settled on a fond memory of a time before Josh. How long had it been since I had Jorge up my ass?
"Aw Fuck.." I couldn't help but moan as a felt Jorge gently slide the head of his cock into my ass, his immense girth stretching my anal muscles well past their usual comfort zone and sent me teetering ever so delicately on the edge of pain. I groaned as he held me close, his vast musculature holding me doggie style, trying to kiss my neck and ease my tension.
I had been feeling the urge to bottom for weeks now. Just the insurmountable urge to friggen submit to someone and let him have his way with me. However that required a degree of trust that none of the local guys had earned. The only guy I knew I would ever allow to fuck me was Jorge. He was my best friend and my most trusted bro. And his cock was ridiculous. I loved a good bottom session and when it came to being passionate, considerate, and patient with me no one could match mi amigo el gigante amable. We both understood each other pretty well and every so often when the urge hit, we would fuck each other senseless to satiate our need to get fucked. For him, his major discomfort was my, as he put it, "skewering length." For me, it was his gut stretching width.
For the past 30 minutes Jorge had taken his time to help me relax. He had tongue fucked me mercilessly for what seemed like an eternity, then passionately made out with me whilst fingering my ass with lube, gently and ever so diligently stretching my hole. I was such a bitch in heat I practically moaned and begged him to fuck me, riding his 3 fingers while his mouth consumed my incoherent pleading and other assorted expicatives. Heh.. what can I say? He has big hands that know how to plow a guy... don't judge. You'd beg too.
After his preparations and labors to help stretch me came the actual performance. So there I lay in his embrace, a litany of incoherent babble spilling from my lips as I tried ever so desperately to force his manhood into my begging ass.
"Hold on Shaun," Jorge whispered in my ear, his hands steadying my hips and slowing my gyrations.
"Jorge.. ugh.. fuck I need it.." I begged, my lower back arching into him, my body begging to be used like a whore in heat, but my ass screaming at me with the fury of a pissed off black woman.
"I know mi cielo, but we both know I'm not fully hard yet and you're already straining. Let me take care of you." He bent over taking extra care not to impale me, gently turned my head and kissed me with a passion that could put Christ to shame. His lips engulfed mine and I seriously felt like I was floating. His musky cologne-esque scent overwhelmed my senses and I felt myself relax all over. Damn. After all this time I still can't help but turn to mush in this guy's arms.
As the kiss wore on, our tongues probing each other's mouths to suck and be sucked upon, I felt him slowly ease the rest of his cock into me, working his lubed manhood deeper and deeper until my ass felt the heat of his thighs, his balls close enough to overlap my own.
Fuuuck. Whoever lands this guy as a husband is going to be so blessed... With my mind incapacitated by Jorge's mouth, I couldn't help but instinctively push back, forcing the rest of his cock to suddenly occupy a space that was still adjusting. My breath caught in my throat and I was suddenly unable to properly breathe. Instinctively I clenched my ass sending waves of pain crashing up my spine and into my head.
A strangled cry broke our kiss and I couldn't help but writhe in agony, my senses begging me to jump ship and my soul begging me to let him break me in half. As if anticipating my every move I felt Jorge's embrace tighten and hold me in place, his immense strength stilling the storm that was my antagonized body. I almost cried. Ok fine. A tear may have trickled down my cheek.. but only one tear.
"Bro.. i know you want my cock but come on.. pace your self.." He chided. I could barely hear him over the ringing in my ears and the 62 hit combo of "Oh fuck" I was moaning.
Jorge eased into me, his cock settling deep in my being, my ass slowly adjusting to his girth. I felt him gently lift me and rotate me 90 degrees, his cock being a fulcrum that sent my senses careening. He had me on my back and gently placed my legs around his hips. I felt a pillow gently tuck itself under my ass, giving it the leverage it needed to let Jorge to fully weigh into me.
"Hey.. are you sure Shaun?" His deep brown eyes looked at me, questioning the very act I had begged him to do. "I don't have to fuck you. You can just ride it til you cum..." he trailed off. I know he was trying to be nice... but I could feel the want and desire radiating off him in waves. He would do whatever I chose.. but After all this I couldn't just leave him blue balled. Well hell either shit or get off the pot right?
I looked at him and let out a sigh. "Jorge.. Please.. don't worry. Just please fuck me.. please take care of me tonight." I gently grabbed his head and pulled it as close to me as the shorter man's body could allow. "And whatever you do know I'll return it two fold when you next ask to get fucked." I gave him my trademark mischievous grin. "Let me have it."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." Jorge leaned down and began to kiss me as he began to set a slow and steady pace. I held on to him for dear life. I felt as he gently withdrew then slid back in, his cock softly hammering my insides. With each thrust I could barely gasp as my body lit up, a symphony of pain coated in the most delectable pleasure. I am a top. I love fucking a guy and just ramming into him, making sure he gets what he wants, make him squirm and beg. I love how my cock feels as it glides into a girl's pussy, the warmth and softness. The gasps and moans she makes and how I can make her body sing. But all of that... after all the fucking I've dealt out.. I was never prepared for the unadulterated pleasure and brute pain taking a cock could give you. Certainly not by my first top's dick. And most definitely not by the miniature baseball bat Jorge kept in his pants.
With each thrust into me Jorge swallowed my screams. Each yell a triumph of pure bliss. Each moan tinged with the pain of how massive and hard his battering ram slammed into me. And he just kept getting faster. I couldn't even think. All I could do was moan as wave after wave, stroke after stroke, Jorge made me his. I clung to him, my body trembling with each movement, my arms shaking not knowing if they could be of use to me. My legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in with every backward thrust, begging for his cock to impale me again and send me the most massive uppercut of pure agonizing ecstasy that I could barely tolerate. I wanted it all. I didn't care if it hurt. I didn't care if his cock split my body in two. I wanted to be helpless against him. I wanted him. I wanted me. I wanted us both. Again and again he fucked me. Again and again I felt my entire being sing out in a harmony of agony and delight. I felt his cock ram into me. I couldn't hear myself but I was begging. Begging for more. Begging him to strike faster. Deeper. To completely own my body. Begging him to blot out my mind with a flood of pleasure. Begging him to erase my worries in a flood of pain. And then I felt my cock and balls stiffen. My ass was clenching and my entire lower half cringed in anticipation of the most glorious sensation. All I could do was moan loader. He understood. He nodded. Covering my mouth with his hand, he whispered, "Me too." He pulled out. Almost all the way and I practically screamed. Then he rammed his cock home one final time.
All at once I felt my head snap back. My heart jumped. My back arched so hard I lifted us both. My ass caved at the impact of his hammer falling. And in the spaces between seconds I felt his cock explode within me as my own orgasm took over. And it was over. We collapsed onto the bed as one. My body was spent. Limp. Powerless. As the ringing in my ears faded I heard Jorge saying something.
Probably a thank you. Yeah. That's.. probably..
I Felt my orgasm about to build, my right hand tugging furiously on my cock, my left under my right pectoral mimicking the supportive but rough caress Jorge always gave me. I felt my balls ache, swell and rise and damn I couldn't wait for the explosion that would come to follow.
And then I felt the most irritatingly burning pain as a hand lightly swatted cock and balls.
"UUUGGGHHH FUUUCK!" I bellowed through clenched teeth, trying not to wake the two guys in the next room. Then I heard the chuckle of none other than the damn child.
"Josh bro what the fuck?!" I opened my eyes to see Josh in front of me, still naked, sporting a most delectable looking boner.
"I'm sorry Shaun I couldn't help it. Besides. I owe you that much from that debacle. Y'know. With Todd the other month." I heard the smallest bite of annoyance in his tone .
"Well.. Hey. Don't say you didn't like it.." I sheepishly grinned as the pain gently began to fade. Ok. So I may have deserved that one. I mean All I did was orchestrate a kidnap scenario so that Josh and his crush could get some one on one and hey I got a good amateur porno... Oh never mind.That's a story for another time.
"You were thinking about Jorge fucking you again huh?" Josh said as he sat indian style in front of me, in between my legs.
"How could you tell?" I asked, a slight bit dumbfounded. Was it that obvious??
"Well for one, your left hand was on your chest. Just how Jorge likes to hold us down doggy style before he cums into us. And more importantly, you weren't bucking your hips like you usually do when you think about fucking. Oh no those hips were taking an imaginary cock. That and you were whispering, 'Oh fuck Jorge.. Fuck me!' That is what woke me up you know." Well. I'll be damned. I forget how ridiculously observant this twerp was.
"Oh don't hate. You've taught me well." He grinned, settling his obscenely gorgeous face on my right thigh, his breath tantalizingly close to my blue balls. I couldn't help but shudder.
"Yeah. you caught me." I sighed, trying not to moan at the delicate mix of pain from his assault with pleasure from his breathing. The little twit knows what he's doing. Damn.
I felt him kiss and lick the inside of my thigh and say, "Shaun. You could've asked. You know I love you bro. I'd top you anytime"
My breath caught in my throat as he continued to nibble and lick me in a most sensitive area. My ass clenched at his ministrations, desperately wanting to feel what I had just been fantasizing about. Dammit. "I didn't want to wake you up kiddo. You and Jorge were having a moment." My head rolled back as he became more.. assertive with that damn mouth of his. I felt his hand crawl up my abs and settle on my chest where he gave a light squeeze.
"Well then let us have a moment. Can I please take care of you this morning?" I heard him whisper. Dammit. I was hooked. "Please.." I whispered. And I knew I was his.