My Brother's Best Friend (T/T, oral, anal) By eagerforfun@hotmail.com
I can still remember the incredible sexual energy I felt the first time I saw him and the heat that seemed to radiate from his body through his handshake. Chris was my older brother's new best friend and had stopped by to take Tom to a Braves home game in Atlanta.
When we shook hands and I looked into those "knowing eyes," I felt weak in my stomach. Chris looked deep into my eyes and squeezed my hand. I felt as if every secret I had ever felt was instantly transmitted to his brain through our handshake. His eyes narrowed slightly and I saw a brief smirk pass over his handsome face.
"I'm sure you and I will become real good friends," he said, smoothly. And then the connection was broken.
The words stuck in my throat when I replied, "I hope so." Tom looked at me funny and then they were gone. I raced up to my room and jacked off my 16 year old cock five times before they returned that night.
I reacted the same way each time Chris came over. He was always very nice to me...always shook hands with that little squeeze and smirk and I would feel as if he had punched me in the stomach. I felt bumbly, awkward, weak-kneed and generally uncool in his presence. So much so, that Tom asked me why I always acted like such a dork when Chris came over. I couldn't answer him and decided that the best way to handle it was to disappear on his visits. That worked, for a while.
One summer afternoon, I had the house completely to myself. Mom and Dad were at work and Tom was called in early to his job. I loved being alone. We had a secluded back yard and were fortunate to have bought a home with an in-ground swimming pool. Both Tom and I used that pool at every turn and today was no exception. I was lying on a lounge chair, drying off, when I heard a car. I was too far gone to care and drifted back into a nice, warm nap.
I sensed a shadow move over my eyes and I realized that someone was standing next to my chair. I had forgotten that I had been skinny dipping and realized that I had no suit on. I opened my eyes with a start and saw Chris standing there, squeezing the front of his pants and looking down at me. There was something hypnotic in his gaze and I felt my throat constrict. Before I could speak, I felt my cock start to grow. Chris didn't say a word. He squeezed his pants again and I could see the outline of a very long, very hard cock. I felt trapped. I couldn't move. He held me in his gaze and I felt that same, powerful energy radiating from him.
"C'mon," he said, thickly. "Follow me," he commanded. I stood up. My cock was painfully hard and pointing away from my body. He looked me over and smirked. Slowly, he turned and walked to the edge of the green belt and stopped beside a large oak tree.
"Down," he said. Without another thought, I knelt down onto the grass with my back toward the tree. Chris moved forward slowly...his crotch coming toward my face. He pressed the front of his Levi's against my face and pushed me back against the tree grinding his body and imprisoning my head. I could smell an intoxicating maleness that made me weak. I was his slave and he knew it. He ground his cock all over my face and held me tight against the tree. At the same time, he reached down and ripped the buttons open. He pulled his Levi's down and I discovered that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was still covered, but his hairy abdomen was exposed. Again he ground his pubic hair against my face and I breathed him in.
"Kiss my body," he commanded. And I did. I planted warm kisses on his lower abdomen and the thick hair. "Use your tongue," he hissed and I did. I licked and tasted his flesh and drowned in the heat and smell of his ripe, young body. Slowly, he pulled away. He reached down and dropped his jeans and stood naked before me. Never had I imagined such perfection. His thick, seven inch cock was perfectly shaped...the mushroom head was flared slightly and was wet.
Without a word, he moved forward again and I watched as that magnificent cock moved toward me. He reached down and smeared the dripping wetness over my lips. He rubbed it in widening circles over my face. He rubbed it into my eyes. Every inch of my face felt the leaking end of his cock as he marked his territory. I loved the feeling. Then, he moved it back and, once again. traced the outline of my mouth.
Instinctively, I knew what to do. He pressed against my lips and I opened. I tasted his cock for the first time and felt the smooth curvature of the head. I heard Chris breathe in sharply and felt him move deeper into my mouth.
"Suck," he said. And, I did. I traced the outline of his head with my tongue as I moved back and forth. I licked and sucked and could imagine the long, thick veins that were prominent on his shaft. I felt transformed into another being. Every movement of his cock in my mouth caused a sensual feeling in my own. I could feel what he felt.
When he pressed me back against the tree, and kept pressing, I knew that I would be taking that cock deeper than I imagined that I could. Deeper, he pressed and I started to gag.
"Just go with it," he said. I felt the mushroom head press deep into my throat. I fought against gagging as it slid beyond and I felt it open my throat. I was literally impaled on that cock. It was rock hard and suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I started to panic.
"Stay cool," he said. "We're almost there," he continued. I felt a swelling and stiffening and he pushed all the way in. I was frightened and, at the same time, I wanted it never to stop.
The first blast caught me off guard. There was no taste, just a surging, rushing sound in my ears as his cock expanded and contracted. I was fascinated. He was breeding my throat and I was taking it! Four, five shots gushed into my stomach and then he pulled back and two more flooded my mouth as I tried to breathe in air through my nose. I'm amazed that I didn't inhale his fluids into my lungs. He kept shooting little shots and each one got shorter. I held him in my mouth, not wanting or daring to move. His cock, still stiffening, began to slow. Still I didn't move.
My emotions were raging and I realized that I didn't want to let go. I looked up into his face. His expression became soft and gentle as he looked down at me, reading my mind.
"I knew you wanted this to happen," he said gently, continuing..."I wanted it too. I'm glad." He smiled at me, warmly, as he said, "Don't pull off me yet...let me keep it in your mouth a bit longer." With his softening cock still in my mouth, I couldn't speak. I nodded and then slid all way to his balls, taking it deep in my throat again.
He smiled at me and said, "I really like that." Naturally, I kept it up. As I did, he began to thicken again. I knew what to do and I started working on him all over again.
"Oh, buddy," he purred, "That's fantastic." And it was. I was in heat all over again. He swelled back up to full mast and I let him fuck my face again. He shot the second load with his cock down my throat and my head pressed against that tree. I held onto him as before but, this time, he pulled out. I felt empty.
He smiled at me again and said, "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from. We're going to have to do this every day now, you know." I felt weak in the knees at that idea.
Speaking my first words since he caught me naked on the lounge, I said, "Really? You want to do it every day? Can we do that?"
Chris smiled and said. "Oh, yeah. I've been thinking about it. You'll just have to take care of me after school, when Tom goes to work, or wait up until I drop him off. I'll drive away and park and come back. I'll slip into the back yard and you can meet me here a few minutes after he goes to his bedroom. I'll save it up for you each day. I won't beat off if you promise to take it for me." I promised.
"Now," he said, "let's go for a swim. I wanna get off at least one more time, but I'm all hot and sweaty." I didn't need another invitation. Chris stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his shoes and t-shirt. He scooped them up as we ran to the pool. Chris stashed his clothes and jumped in after me. We swam, dunked, cannonballed and had a great time. After twenty or thirty minutes, Chris went to the shallow end and sat on the steps.
"C'mere," he said with a wicked grin as he waved his cock at me. Chris spread his legs. His eyes were smoldering as he said, "Lick my balls."
I moved into position and began licking his sack. The water had washed off any trace of sweat or fragrance and I began to lick and suck them in earnest. After several minutes of that, along with him teasing me by whapping my face with his stiff cock, he lifted his legs and told me to go lower. I began to lick the sweet, smooth skin just below his balls and between his asshole. I got closer and closer to his ass and started to move back upward.
"No," he said as lifted his legs higher, "keep going. Don't be afraid." I realized that he wanted me to lick his ass.
"I don't think I can do that," I said, weakly.
"Sure you can," he assured, "it's clean. Lick it and suck it." I froze for a moment, looked into his eyes and saw incredible warmth.
"C'mon," he said, gently. I moved back to the smooth skin and began to lick. "That's it, keep going...lower," he moaned. And I did. The first time my tongue and lips hit his asshole, I discovered that it was sweet. Every lick of my tongue over the sensitive flesh brought a growl from Chris. I liked that growl. I licked him again and he moaned over and over. The more I licked, the hotter he got. Finally, I was licking and sucking that hole as if it were his lips. I kissed him just like I wanted to kiss the lips of his mouth. Suddenly, he stopped me.
"Get up here and lay back," he said. Chris jumped up and ran to his jeans. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a very small tube.
"We're gonna need this," he said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's lube. I'm gonna fuck you." Not quite understanding, I laid back.
Instantly, Chris was between my legs. I wasn't prepared for the feeling when he started to massage my asshole. He spread some of the lube on his middle finger and began to rub it in circles, and then I felt him slip inside. It hurt a bit, but I found myself liking the feeling. I was surprised when two fingers went inside. It felt like he was stretching me open, which was exactly his intention. Three fingers became uncomfortable, and then the discomfort eased. A few seconds later, I heard him making slippery sounds with his cock. I looked down to see him lubricating the entire shaft.
Chris moved closer, lifted my legs to his shoulders and leaned forward so that the head of his cock was right against my asshole.
"Push out," he said, "It won't hurt so much."
I pushed and felt the pressure of his cock against my opening. Amazingly, I felt the head of his cock enter my body. There was an initial sharp pain, but it quickly disappeared.
"Push out again," he said.
When I did, there was an incredible sensation of being completely full. And, I was. Chris was balls-deep in my body. He began to move. A wave of sensuality spread over me and I drowned in it. Every movement of his body inside mine made me crazy with desire. I lifted up to meet his thrusts. I wanted to be filled with him. He screwed be vigorously, changing the angle and depth of his thrusts until I thought I would scream.
The sensuality and pressure built up to the point that I thought I could take no more. But, I wanted more. I wanted it never to stop. And, at the same time, I thought I would burst if he didn't stop. It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was all I could ever want to feel. The pressure from his lunging built up to the point that I thought I was going to be sick to my stomach. And, then it changed. Searingly, brilliantly, overwhelmingly it changed.
My body contracted in a huge spasm and I felt it grip Chris so tightly that I had a fleeting thought that it might hurt him. That thought lasted perhaps a fifth of a second because the next contraction sprayed my face and open mouth again and again and again. I realized I was cumming into my own mouth. I didn't care. Again, and again and again.
Somewhere in the haze, I heard Chris gasp, swell up and ram searing heat into my bowels. I felt it, heard it and reveled in it. We were one. We were connected. Nothing and nobody else would ever matter to me. I was his and his forever. Each shot of his seed into me solidified that feeling.
When, at last, it was over, I actually started to cry. Chris was alarmed.
"Did I hurt you," he asked.
I looked up at him and said, "No...it was the best thing I ever felt. But, were you serious about doing it again? I'll die if you weren't."
Chris smiled and said, "Every day, buddy. Every day."
And so it was.