My Baseball Buddy

Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe "inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com

My Baseball Buddy — Part 3

Like many guys... after a good hard fuck, I usually feel like rolling over and go to sleep. Or, to keep my wife happy, shower up, and then roll over and go to sleep.

Hoo boy, that was not the case with Nate.

I lazily kept fucking his ass, luxuriating in the feel of his asshole as it spasmed around my still-hard dick. I was panting like a dog left out in the summer heat. We both were. We just... smiled at each other, with dazed, loopy expressions on our faces. Instinctively my hands roamed across his body, my right hand finding his face. Some long minutes later my cock slid out of him with a cummy slurp. Even so, we were still interlocked. Unwilling to let go of each other, or the moment we shared. A tangle of limbs, hair and sweat. I leaned in, our foreheads touching, my hands clasping his face... my mind unable to get over the feel of his stubbled jaw against my palms. That prickly feeling haunted me. And excited me.

The feeling of a man's jaw.

A man.

I had... fucked... a man.

My mind turned it over again and again, barely believing it, even as Nate's masculinity flooded my senses. I... chuckled. In wonder.

Nate, still coming down from his own epic rush involuntarily joined me, half-laughing himself as he asked, "What's so fucking funny?"

"Just can't believe it. Can't fucking believe it. Believe how lucky I am."

Nate shot me a look. A look of masculine hunger. "Lucky? You? Will, my friend... you are the hottest motherfucker I've ever met. God, you fucking turn me on..." I cut him off my landing a sloppy kiss across his face, which he returned just as hard.

That's all it took. Just like that, we were at it all over again. My mouth slammed into his, and he started kissing me hard enough to suck off my entire face. My hands gripped him hard, my right hand sweeping through his sweat-drenched hair. Alive at his touch. Still fascinated by his scruffy jaw, I broke the kiss and started nuzzling around his ear, rubbing his cheek against mine. The friction of our stubble was deliciously painful, an experience I'd never had when making out with a woman.

Heh. One of so many experiences I had never had with a woman.

As I dragged my mouth along his chin, I came across a thick splatter of cum. Jesus. All the way up here? Really? The guy had blasted cum all over his neck. I slurped it off hungrily, while Nate let out a rumbling growl.

Suddenly, Nate sprang to life, catching me off-guard. He threw me off from our awkward angle and tossed me onto my back, across the seat of the couch. He then pounced on me like a saber-toothed tiger, furiously attacking my neck with his mouth. Our dicks ground against each other, burrowing through our crotch hair and dueling for attention.

Fuck, he was strong.

But he wasn't trying to pin me, not trying to take me down. No... this was a bout of wrestling solely about physical pleasure for physical pleasure's sake. Feeling skin on skin. The friction of our body hair snarling against each other. The taste of his sweat as he ground against my face.

And fuck yeah, I was in.

Nate slid down slightly, and repaid me for worshiping his chest by going after mine. Holy fuck was that wild! It wasn't some dainty little thing, either; he ground against me with his mouth, setting my skin on fire. His stubble raked across me and I instinctively arched my back and hissed out... but in a second, the scruff was replaced by his lips and tongue. I gurgled some incomprehensible words of encouragement.

He swirled big, spiraling circles with his tongue, sucking the sweat of my body, and went after my hairy nipples. God, he fucking sucked me down like a starving baby. Tongue, lips, and the graze of his teeth. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" was all I could say. He fucking sucked me. Aggressively. Hungrily. My wife knew I my nipples were sensitive and sometimes teased me there, but nothing like this. And then he savagely swept over to the other nipple, attacking it just as strongly. And swung back and forth, scraping me raw with his scruff as he did so. His hands clawed across my sweaty torso. His touch was so... alive. Fucking alive. And... intent. I'd never had someone come at me so strongly before. I howled out like a hound dog barking at the moon.

His head snapped up and he caught my eyes. He had a shit-eating grin on his face. "You surprised me with something. Allow me to return the favor."

Before I could even think about what he meant, he violently wrenched my right arm back and ground his face into my hairy arm pit.

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

Oh FUCK that was insane. I had been driven by his scent, but never thought about what it would feel like to have an aggressive man's tongue maul me like that. It was a fucking... sensual, nasty, fucking primal experience that sent lightning across my body as he loudly slurped my hairy pit.

Jesus Christ... I'll say it again, getting it on with a man was fucking nothing like being with a woman. My brain was drowning on hormones I never knew existed.

As Nate went after me, his hand again found its way to my face and dragged across me. Something wild overcame me, and I leaned in, and started making out with his cupped hand, nuzzling his fingers. As I worked him over, I forced his fingers apart with my tongue and stared sucking them down hard. It caught my memories of sucking down his rock-hard cock.

Nate must have read my mind. He lifted his head up and watched me suckle his fingers. In a flash, he was straddling my chest, his cock stabbing at my face like a sword. "Oh, so you like sucking things, do you?" He pointed his cockhead at me, and rolled the tip around my mouth. Fuck, I loved his cock. I reached out my tongue, and suddenly he drove his cock inside my mouth. Catching me off-guard.

Fuck it was hot. I could taste his spent cum. Feel him fill my mouth. The angle wasn't ideal, but I was too horned up to care. I sucked the tip hard, running my tongue roughly along his cockhead. With his cock in my mouth, my animal growls were muffled, but the vibrations made his cock dance in my mouth. Nate cocked his head back and let loose a string of obscenities, barely keeping his balance as he straddled me in that prone position.

After a few minutes, he shifted position forward and straddled my face, so his hairy balls were dangling over my nose. And then he ground his hairy nutsack all over my face, filling my nose with the ripe scent of his musk. I sucked his balls as they rolled over me, catching them as I could in my mouth, and savoring their taste. But it was mostly the scent of him that I remember... raw, primal, untamed. The smell of masculinity.

The smell of masculine sex.

And sex is what I needed.

My cock was straight and as hard as a steel girder. Needing release. I was in a prone position, but I'm pretty fucking strong myself. I grabbed Nate and in a massive shove threw him off me. I pounced on top of him, smothering him in a kiss that nearly sucked out his breath. I pulled back slightly, and through clenched teeth, barked out, "I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck that hairy ass. Now."

Nate's ears perked up. With cat-like moves, he bucked out from under me, then kneeled down on the couch--his fucking amazing ass was hanging out over the seat cushions, andhis upper torso draped across the back of the couch. He looked back at me. With a leer, he growled out, "Got the house to ourselves, and the game doesn't start for an hour. Make this one last."

God... the hunger in his voice... And I thought I was turned on,

Standing, I got behind him and started sliding my cock up and down his hairy crack. He was slick from having cum inside him... in fact, there was a trickle of cum starting to run down his hairy leg.

Fuck.

I leaned in hard against him and his pucker gave way. We both let out throaty groans as my cockhead ripped through him and pushed through his guts. He was hot. Wet. Tighter than tight. I could feel his ass muscles ripple as my dick invaded him, then bear down on me to hold me close.

Fuck... that slow dive inside him was fucking amazing. Better than anything I'd felt before. And just like that, I was balls deep into my best friend's ass.

As my brain slowly settled, I looked down. It was... fuck, it was like nothing I had ever seen before, Nothing I had ever imagined. My hairy crotch flush against his hairy ass. I could barely believe it. I had seen naked guys many, many times before. Growing up with brothers, playing team sports, living in the dorms, blowing off steam in the gym... you couldn't help but see guys in all their glory. But I never looked, you know? Doing so was an open invitation to get the shit kicked out of you. And a guy's ass was especially off limits. I mean, sure, we might check out each other's junk and all... you can't help but compare. But his butt was... well, private. Plus, everything in my life had taught me that the male butt was the ugliest, nastiest, dirtiest thing imaginable.

But... holy shit, here I was with my dick up inside my best buddy's ass. And fucking loving it. At that moment I looked at him, really looked at him. His butt cheeks were as hairy as his pecs, with a darker tangle of fur running down his crack towards his hole. His ass was perfectly shaped. Round as a basketball, but still somehow... linear. Straight. Unlike the curvy pear-shape of a woman. And fucking taut with steely muscles. I was surprised when I started to really pound against him. I started a slow, relentless stroke, pulling out so much that my cockhead almost popped out, and then driving back in as deep as I could. Funny, his ass didn't... you know, jiggle as I rammed him. It was so hard and strong that his whole body shook when I slammed against him.

God. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

I slowly started picking up the pace, still driving in hard. Nate let out a rumbling bellow that matched my movements, and started trying to lean back against me, matching my movements. He somehow bore down on my dick in time with my thrusts, amplifying the pressure. My cock had never felt anything like it. Oh my fucking God I couldn't believe it. A rush of sensations, sounds. The slap as our bodies met.

I leaned forward, wanting to really feel his body, and I went from standing to kneeling right behind him. Skin on skin. I bent to envelope him, my hairy chest directly against his back. Our sweat swirling between us. I kissed his neck, and slid forward to lick his ear. Our breathing was hot and ragged. My dick slowly but relentlessly pumping into him, making him groan with each stroke.

It was so fucking sensual. It had all the power, the athleticism of our previous fuck, but... drawn out. Slowed, so we could savor it. Skin against skin. Our rumbling grunts as we tried to take everything in. I was fucking losing my mind.

Hunger built up inside me. I wanted that friction, that fucking power we experienced earlier. I slid our torsos apart, and planted my arms straight down on his hips. With the extra leverage, I let loose in a massive pile-drive that hammered my dick all the way inside him. Nate snapped his head back in a savage bark. I repeated the move. Harder. This time we both started yowling. I slammed out 10 hard stokes, too fast for him to react, and he started bellowing out an inhuman cry.

I snarled out a battle cry of my own, and hit him again... power thrust after power thrust, too fast to react to. BAM BAM BAM BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. His voice rose and fell in a wailing cry. My mind raced into overdrive, the sound of his howls nearly blocked out by a thundering rushing my ears.

I slowed, and then started making huge circles with my hips, forcing my cock into every part of his hot hole. A few violent thrusts, and back to my rapid-fire jackhammering. Then the circles. Then hammering him again... everything else was lost.

I was getting too close. A part of me wanted to fucking drive that ass until I blew, but I wanted more. To be lost in the fucking feel of it. Lost in the fuck. I slowed again, and leaned forward, full-body embracing him so our sweaty skin met. My arms looped around his neck and my mouth slurred all over the side of his face, the slopiest kiss ever. Nate was in another fucking world, moaning like a bitch in heat. Undulating against me, still throwing back his ass to meet my cock. Fucking me as much as I fucked him. Lost in the moment.

I had enough. My blood was boiling. I fucking needed to blow. I shifted positions, clambering up onto the seat cushions with him. Fully standing behind him, I pulled his hips into position, and started ramming him as fast and as hard as I could.

"ARRRRNNNGH FUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUUUuuuCK!"

Sweat poured down my face. My body slapping against his, like our own obscene round of applause. The roaring inside my head rushed louder than ever, wiping out everything else. I bit my teeth together and let loose a primal scream that nearly stripped the paint off the walls. "MNGHNNAAAAAAAAAHH!"

And blasted about 10 gallons of cum into my best bud's ass.

There was no easy coming down this time, no sensual cuddle. Wildly disoriented, thoroughly spent, I went down like someone had clocked me with a crowbar.

I have no idea how long I laid there. But when my ears stopped ringing and my vision cleared, I could tell Nate was right there with me. Laying with me on the floor.

But... it was more than that. He was lying flat on his back, and I realized I was more or less right on top of him, my jaw resting on his hairy pec. The curly hairs vibrated slightly as I breathed. His scent, accented with sweat and drying cum, filled my nose. Fuck. The room smelled of balls and ass, sweat and cum. It was... undeniable: I was with a guy. And as I lay there, I was again struck by the substantial feel of him. The fact that I was sprawled out comfortably on top of him...

On top of.

Nate sensed a shift in my body language. "What's up, bud?"

I let out a sardonic breath, but didn't say anything at first. But then I bit the bullet, lifted my head towards him and said, "I was reminded yet again how different it is with a guy. Everything. But also... the fact that I'm laying right here on top of you. I could never do with my wife; I'd be crushing her, and she'd be flailing about trying to breathe."

"Ah," he said, picking up my line of thought. "Yeah. The wife."

"Yeah."

I slid off him, sitting up with my back against the couch. He mirrored me, our shoulders touching.

"I guess we have to go there sooner or later," Nate remarked sedately.

"Shit."

"Shit."

There was an uncomfortable silence. The pre-game TV announcers chattered away. Nate rolled over and hit the mute button. And the uncomfortable silence continued.

Nate finally stated the obvious, "It's complicated."

"Moreso now. I mean... once, we could write off as a drunken mistake. Something we learned from and quietly put to bed."

He chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah. But a second time? That's a little harder to write off."

"Especially when it led right to an enthusiastic third time."

There was a pointed silence.

"I don't understand any of this! My ass is sore as fuck, I'm gonna be shitting out your cum for the next week... but if you asked I'd go for another round in a heartbeat. What does that say about me? About my marriage?"

"I don't know, bud," I said quietly. "I don't have any answers. I know what you mean. I thought my married life was great. I still think it's great. But..."

Nate ran his hand roughly through his sweaty hair. The sweatiness serving as a silent accusation. After a moment, he stood up, walked over to the bar and poured himself a big shot of bourbon. And I caught myself leering at his incredible, hairy ass.

I wrenched myself away from my stare, got up and joined him. Bourbon. Neat. I bit back a big swallow between clenched teeth, and let the alcohol burn my throat. We stood there, naked, fiddling with our now-empty glasses. Nate refilled them.

"Fuck. I don't even know what to say," he finally murmured. "I've been thinking about this all day. I mean... I love my wife. I love her. She's the best thing to happen to me. You know when they say, 'my better half?' Well, she ismy better half. She's my family. Leaving all this aside..."

I cut him off. "Wait. Look... I hear you, man. I know exactly what you mean. But as I was thinking about what happened, I realized you... well, you can't 'leave all this aside.' I mean, it is the situation. We can't escape it. I love my wife. Hell, I love fucking my wife. Twenty-four hours ago, I could never imagine stepping out on her. If I think about it, I still don't think I could step out on her. Not with a woman, anyway... I could never bring a different woman into our lives, to disrespect her like that. But this...with you... feels... different."

Nate sucked down another mouthful of bourbon and looked at me doubtfully. "Different?! What the fuck, Will?"

"Fuck, I dunno," I said as I belted one back myself. "It's just... Ok, fine. Yes, it's similar... this was obviously sex. Non-married sex. But at the same time, it feels like I'm not taking away anything from her because... this isn't anything she could ever give me. Or I could ever give her. But shit... this is something else altogether. Fucking around with you blew circuits in my mind that I didn't even know I had. You came at me--I came at you--as only another man could. Sex with her is teasing, playful, fun... at most a bit naughty. Sex with you is... fucking intense. Wild. Aggressive. Energizing. Raw and fucking dirty as FUCK!" I realized I was almost shouting now. I took a breath. "I've never felt more alive. Sex with her and I'm a perfectly good husband. Sex with you and I'm a fucking Man. It's like I'm 18 again and experiencing sex for the first time."

Nate was looking at his empty glass. He glanced up at me, and looked back down again. I could see him smirk. "Yeah. Yeah. I know exactly what you mean." He looked up at me, grinning broadly. "I'll say this: you sure don't fuck like an 18-year-old... all nerves, cockiness and fake bravado, making it up as you go. You know what the hell to do. You pushed buttons I never knew I had. This has been the best sex of my entire life. Serious."

Shit. I think I blushed. Fucking blushed.

"That still leaves our wives," he admitted. We lapsed again into silence. But this time, it felt less... oppressive.

"You know, it might be that we're over thinking this," I ventured.

Nate snickered. "Typical married guy rationalization?"

I bowed my head. "Well, I mean... we're not hurting anybody. No one knows, and we don't have to say anything. I think we're both clear we still love our wives. It's just... this is something... separate."

Nate didn't say much, but continued to swirl the dregs of his glass. "Yeah. It's separate. But... it's real. There's no way I could pretend it isn't real."

There wasn't much to say. I reached up with both hands, grabbing his face lightly. He smiled, and I lightly ran my palms against his stubble. "Dude. You hungry? I'm fucking starving."

Laughter. "Yeah."

Nate fished out a couple of extra towels, and we tried to clean ourselves up before heading upstairs. He had stocked up for the long week without his wife around... the fridge was a carnivore's paradise. We piled a few plates high with food and went back downstairs to see how the game was going. Neither of us was paying particularly close attention; as expected, they were using the remaining games to set up the rotation for the playoffs, and give a few new guys a chance to show their stuff. I'm sure most of the regulars were very much hung over in the dugout. After the heaviness of the previous conversations, it was a relief to snark on the guys, think ahead to the playoffs, and bust each other's balls. All the while stuffing our faces.

But having the hottest guy I knew sitting naked next to me... well, that felt pretty good, too. Fuck. I can't believe how lucky I was.

Since the boys on the field were not exactly keeping our attention, we slowly began thinking in other directions. At one point, Nate paused and said, "I just gotta say... you... really surprised me today. Last two days. Like I was saying, you were hitting buttons I didn't know I had. Lighting up places I didn't even think were hot spots." We both laughed out loud. "It's so fucking weird. Being with you... it struck me how different a guy is. And that's part of what was so hot about it. It was totally new. And so... taboo. It's been fucking with my mind ever since yesterday. I mean like... a hairy girl is more like a turn OFF than a turn on. Shave those legs! FUCKING shave those pits! Shave that pussy and I'm in for the win. But with you..."

I laughed, totally getting him. "With you, that was part of it. Your hairy pits made it fucking hot as hell. Your hairy balls made it even hotter. Your hairy ass? Fuck, man!"

"But... I mean... I still can't believe you were face-first into all my worst bits. I mean, like, are you into that? Do you get into stuff like that with... her?"

I considered. I had wondered about that myself. "It's weird. I never guessed I was into... scents like that. I mean, I'm totally into eating her out and know exactly what her snatch smells like, but... it was different. I mean, your scent just... triggered something in me. I couldn't get enough. I always thought a stanky armpit was nasty. But at that moment...?"

Nate almost looked abashed. "That's what really floored me. I mean, it wasn't just that... your face was in my fucking butt. You were..." He looked at me, with laser-intensity. "It's been a long day. I had to be... pretty rank."

I stopped him cold. "It was so fucking hot I can't even describe it. I gotta believe: however good it was for you, it was better for me.

Nate scoffed. "Oh fuck no. The minute you started eating my ass was the moment I knew I would name my first five kids after you in gratitude."

I barked out a loud laugh. "Sounds like we're a pretty good match. Partners in crime!"

"Partners in crime!" He ran his hand along my thigh.

I smiled, but... pulled at a thread I had been thinking about. "Thing is, this is all so new to me. So... crazy. I'm still wrapping my head around everything."

"Yeah, me too. It's a whole new world of possibilities."

"So... what does it feel like... you know... to... get fucked?"

I think he was going to rip off some smart-ass remark, but caught himself. He smiled, looked down, and looked up at me. "It... not gonna lie, it's pretty wild. It was... Huh. It's hard to describe. It's as different as jerking off is from getting blown, or fucking a woman's pussy. It's SEX, but it hits you in ways way outside anything you've ever felt before. It's like a time I was trying to surf and got rolled by a killer wave that came in. Everything is happening all at once and your body it going every direction at once. Truth is, it kinda hurt at first. Especially since you're a huge motherfucker."

I definitely blushed this time.

He leaned in. "But once it got going it was like... the best feeling ever. A whole new spin on sex you can't even imagine."

His words hit me, hard. And a thought I'd been having, one buried deep down inside me, too crazy to even contemplate, boiled to the surface. I leaned into him. Close. I leaned into his neck, stuck out my tongue, and made a long, obscene lick up to his ear. I growled, "I need you to fuck me. Partner."

"Fuck, man," he whispered hoarsely. "You sure?"

I smiled. I got up and crossed over to the bar, filling my glass again and throwing it back. Liquid courage. I turned around, hard as rock. If possible, Nate was even harder. "Fuck yeah, I'm sure."

I crossed the distance between us and about leapt on top of him. And once again we were in the hardest, sloppiest, toe-curlingest kisses of my life. Jesus. There is nothing like kissing an uninhibited man. We completely manhandled each other, like crocodiles fighting for a rock in the river. We were not gentle, and I suspected I was going to have to explain some bruises to my wife. It was all so... raw. Combative. The weight. The muscle. Fuck... we fucking ground our bodies together, our dicks stabbing each other as we collided.

His dick. Fuck yeah. I wanted to get him completely ready to go. So, I roughly disentangled myself from his mouth and turned my oral attention down below. Fuck. I fucking went for his cock head, swallowing it down, sucking as hard as I could. I pulled back, and spat onto his shaft, working my spit up and down roughly with my hand. Fuck, he tasted good. Above me, I could hear his groans gather in strength, as he belted out "Oh FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! God, fucking SUCK ME!" His hands ran through my hair, urging me to go deeper. Suck harder.

I didn't need the encouragement. I swallowed down as far as I could go without gagging, turning my head to work his shaft as I went. After a few desperate thrusts I pulled back, coughing out his steely cock. He barked out an obscenity.

I started jerking him, my fist gripping his shaft tightly. The extra pressure made his torso convulse and he let out a stream of yips between gasps. I went down hard for his hairy balls, simultaneously loving their feel in my mouth, and their musk in my nose. God, his man funk was strong... made stronger from all the sex. I went hard for his balls, one after the other, sucking them into my mouth and working them with my tongue. He kept thrusting into me, desperate for more.

Fuck yeah... I love blowing him.

I pulled back, spitting out a couple hairs, and went back to his cock. I wanted him hard. Harder than he had ever been in his life.

Given my desperation, I might have been a tad too aggressive. To my growling disappointment, he suddenly pulled me off. I looked at him with the fury of a jungle cat denied my prey... But he leaned in and snarled, "Oh, we're coming back to this. But right now... you're ass is mine. And you are going to like it."

Like I've said before, my man Nate is strong. Fucking strong. I'm not even sure quite how it happened, but I went from sprawling over his lap one minute to being flat on my back the next. My butt hanging off the couch, my knees up around my shoulders. Pined and helpless.

Nate sneered, and dove face first into my splayed ass.

You probably heard that inhuman sound I screamed out, echoing off in the distance... but just didn't realize what the sound was. It was the sound of me discovering my ass was as hot a spot for me as my dick and balls.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Nate nearly ripped my hairy hole part, ramming his tongue in as far as it could go. He fucking sucked down and started violently shaking his head. I kept screaming, grabbing his head and trying to drive him in even further. My whole body was on fire, and I wildly convoluted as he fucking went after me.

The next few minutes were like a fever dream. He went at me harder than I would have believed; but even so, I needed more. He lapped me like a dog, and I tried to grind his face in deeper. He gave these fucking obscene slurps the length of my hairy crack that left me begged for more, and howling like a bitch. Oh GOD! SO FUCKING HOT!

I don't know how long he went after me, but I was dizzy from near-hyperventilation. Then, I felt a new feeling... oh God, oh God, oh GOD. OHGOD. My head, which had been flailing about, snapped back to look at him. He was mawing my balls with his mouth, but had rammed a finger deep inside me.

FUCK.

My body instinctively pushed back against the intruder, and I started to squirm. Nate barked out, "Yeah man, PUSH IT! You like my finger fucking your hole?"

My mind whirled. It was so... fucking strange. Like nothing I'd felt. He started pistoning his finger in as fast as he could, and I fucking lost it. "UNNNAAAAAAAAGHHHH!" Electricity was ripping though me. He pulled out sharply, and rammed his face into my asscrack again. I fucking howled. He kept at it, with another finger and another. Mercilessly stabbing me, as my hairy hole started to quiver involuntarily. Shifting rapid-fire with his fingers and his mouth. I have no idea what I was bellowing at this point.

Then, surprisingly... he stopped. He got an odd look on his face, then smiled broadly. "Wait here a second," he ordered.

He was gone in a flash, and I was left in a pool of semi-conscious jelly, out of my mind in a hormonal storm.

He reappeared a minute later, holding... a small bottle. He looked at me proudly. "Dude, things just got a lot better. I forgot... I have lube! Get ready, bud, I'm about to rock your world."

He kneeled down between my splayed leg, and leaned in to kiss me. As wild as he was playing with my ass... now he was... intimate. I mean, we continued our hard-core kissing, but... the man was fucking smiling. I couldn't believe it. And after a squirting sound, I could feel his finger again, inside me. But slicker. No resistance whatsoever. My hole slammed hard around him, but he continued sliding effortlessly inside me. The feeling was... surprising. Hypnotic.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed. "Fuck yeah."

A quick motion, and then I felt something else. Something... fucking HUGE. Teasing me. Taunting me. Threatening to break that one last taboo that haunts the dark corners of a straight guy's mind. Nate was lightly bouncing his cockhead so it juuuuuust started getting my hole to open. Icy sweat trickled down the side of my face, a mixture of fear... and desire. He looked at me. A half-cocked smile on his face. And didn't move.

The fucker was gonna make me ask for it.

There was nothing left to do. "Do it, you fucker. Breed me."

His smile ripped across his face. He leaned in...

...and my world turned upside down.

He was right. It hurt like a motherfucker, like I was being ripped open. My hole instinctively slammed shut against the invader, but that lube was too slick. His cockhead broke right through my resistance.

Nate's eyes flew open, and he rattled off a sharp intake of breath with a look of absolute wonder. "Fuuuuuuuuuck! Jesus, man. You're so fucking tight! Fuuuuuuck!"

My teeth chomped together as tight as they could go. No way was I gonna say anything, but the pain was all over my face. Nate looked down with a curious look. He leaned in, our foreheads touching. He whispered low, forcing me to strain to hear him. "Breathe, bud. Just breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe." I unclenched my jaw, and started breathing in harshly through my mouth, matching his repeated command. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Slowly, and I mean slowly, I started to relax. His smile broadened. "Yeah, bud. See? Not so bad."

He was right. The pain was fading, and my body was relaxing. My heart, however, was pounding non-stop, loud enough I'm sure he could hear it himself. I could feel my pulse racing in my neck.

"Ok, bud. Now, you're gonna push out. Like taking the biggest shit of your life. Got it?"

I started squeezing, hard as I could. I whispered lightly "What does that do--?" And then, fuuuuuuuuuuuck. I found out. He pushed forward at the same time I pushed out, and and I fucking gasped. His dick slowly, relentlessly puuuuuuuushed through my guts, triggering a thunderstorm of sensations across my body. It was so fucking... weird. Like my organs were being rearranged. Completely unnatural. Which added to the thrill. It was, like a run of pressure, that kept building, and kept building...

...and then he hit something. Something inside me. And all bets were off.

God... it was like... my innards got turned inside out. But more than that, it was like I suddenly was full of... like, light. Golden, liquid light that sloshed throughout my body. My skin... rippled. My body hair standing on end. My skull reverberating with a... roar. Fuck. I made an inhuman sound as I flexed every muscle I could, trying to make sense of that... light inside me.

And I realize that somehow he was now completely inside me. Filling me. His pubes scouring my hole.

I just... looked at him, my body contorting and buckling underneath him. He was inches from my face and I could barely keep my eyes in focus.

"Fuck yeah, buddy... you feel it. You feel my dick lighting you up. You have No. Idea."

He pulled his dick back, nearly popping out of my hairy ass altogether. I was stunned by the feeling of emptiness and almost said something... but then he fucking drove inside me. "NGHAAAAAAAHHHH!" That light inside me flared, my whole body shook. He fucking drilled me again. And the light flared again. I threw back my head and screamed louder that a Viking horde screaming into battle. He slammed into me again, my whole body shaking with the impact. FUCK. And again. FUCK. The light burning brighter with each thrust. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

Nate started to lose himself in the fuck, his whole body slamming into me in time with his cock. I fucking lost it, my mind fucking gone. I savagely slammed my face against his sweaty, hairy chest, my teeth raking him as I swung my head from side to side. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. My hands clawed at his forearms, hard enough to bruise him. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. The light inside me roaring into fire. Going fucking nuclear.

Nate suddenly paused, and I tried to orient myself to what was happening. He pulled out completely, and the tension that had been building inside me almost snapped. I looked at him wildly, trying to figure out what was happening. Needing him. Needing that fucking dick inside me. He growled, "I need to pound you. Hard." I barely recognized his voice, made gravely with testosterone rage. Then, in a flash I was on all fours on the ground, my ass open and desperate. He gave me no warning; he just fucking slammed his entire hairy cock into me, balls deep. I roared like a T-Rex right out of "Jurassic Park."

Nate grabbed my hips in both hands, and fucking pounded the shit out of me, my body shuddering with each hammer stroke. Curiously, at that moment my eyes flashed to the game on his big TV. There was a base runner at first, and the camera angle caught the first baseman crouched low trying to hold him there, his meaty ass nearly filling the screen. The sight of the first baseman's splayed ass pointing at me, while Nate fucking drilled mine, was seared into my brain forever.

My God we fucked. We were fucking animals, all traces of civilized behavior thrown away into a firestorm of muscle, sweat and testosterone. This new position gave him the chance to fucking piledrive me again and again, again and again, slamming into me like a pair of battleships colliding. The slap of his body against my ass, skin on skin, rang out. The speed, and drive of his thrusts ripped apart my mind, there was only that light... which was absolute going nuclear inside me. Burning hotter. Brighter. And fucking hotter. It was like I was cumming, but the sensation never faded. It just burned brighter. Brighter. Fucking brighter.

I don't know how long my ass took that punishment. But the results were spectacular. I knew Nate had to be close, as his thrusts started getting wilder, his growls becoming more frantic. There was something about that, knowing my best buddy was fucking going to blast his cum inside me... holy fucking shit.

As that thought filled my mind, it started. That fire inside me roared higher than I could imagine. It was like arcs of electricity ripping across my skin. The roaring inside my ears thundered like a jet engine, and everything went fucking white. And then I could fucking feel my load fucking explode, like a bomb had blown my dick apart. I realized that shattering sound filling the room was me screaming. Finally, the white faded to utter blackness and I was gone.

Somehow, I came back to myself. I realized I was sprawled awkwardly on the floor. Not quite flat on my belly, but somewhat leaning my side. And was still a... warmth inside me. Oh, Gawwd. The warmth. I gradually felt a huge weight pressing against my back. My eyes shot open, and I realized Nate was on top of me. Still inside me. His dick still massaging my innards... slowly. Not roughly, not hard. Barely perceptible. Just slow, gentle movements of rolling, wet warmth. He was holding me in a bear hug from behind; his hands no longer grasping for leverage, but just... dragging across my sweaty skin. His chin nestled against my neck, and he repeatedly whispered, "Aw, fuck. Fuck. Oh God. Fuck." My right hand slid along his arm until it rested on his hand. We were both spent. Useless.

And I never felt so alive in my entire life.

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