The following is a true story. Please do not copy it and claim it to be your own, as you consciously know that these events did not happen to you. Thank you for respecting that and thank you for reading my story.
In the first few moments after Kevin and I had both cum, we were silent and just sitting side-by-side, naked, allowing the awkwardness in the room to lie down between us. The feeling was there and that was fine; we didn't try to combat it. I had just swallowed his cum and unloaded all over him, so we allowed ourselves to feel a little edgy. But what I loved about Kevin and I was that in an uneasy moment like that, we didn't go against our comfort with one another by scrambling to find words to fill the silence. We just let the quiet float over us like we often did when we'd hang out over a beer on a night when we didn't feel like sharing our friendship with other people.
I miss that about Kevin and I--the way we did not cower to silence or its challenge for us to speak to one another without words. The way we did not say things just to say them because there was nothing being said... I don't think that I will find that again. Call me pessimistic, but I am actually damn near positive that I won't. Tiffany and I didn't even have that.
"You came all over me," Kevin said with a hint of delayed bafflement in his tone, reliving the moment and shattering the stillness in the room.
An unwelcome, embarrassed smile spread across my face and I said, "Yea I did."
"...Without any warning," He went on.
I laughed uneasily and rubbed the back of my neck, moving Kevin to look over at me and smile.
"Well it was a very 'in the heat of the moment' sort of thing," I explained, turning my head to him.
"Oh is that what sort of thing it was?"
"Yes... that's what sort of thing it was," I smiled.
"I'm glad you explained that because to me it seemed like more of a 'lets see how much I can surprise Kevin while also seeing how close I can come to hitting his face...' sort of thing."
I laughed, "I did come pretty close to hitting your face."
"Ho ho, it's not funny! If you had cum on my face I would have you pinned to the bed screaming for mercy right now," He said, pointing a finger at me.
I blew air out through my lips and smacked his hand away before saying, "Yea okay, Kev."
And just like that the awkwardness left the room and it was just my best friend and I sharing the bed together. Before too long we were joking around and--if I remember it correctly--practically giddy. Talking about what I had just done, how he had admittedly liked it, how he'd had his ass licked before by a few girls, how he'd been deep throated before by a few girls, how I compared, and on and on. And when our back and fourth banter eventually hit a wall, Kevin drew his legs up--placing his forearms on his knees--and let his head fall back against the headboard.
I looked over at him and said, "So let me ask you something."
"Okay."
"Where did this come from?"
"What?" He played stupid.
"This... curiosity of yours? Or open-mind or whatever."
"Uhh," He stalled then kind of laughed and said, "I don't know. Does it matter?"
"No. It doesn't matter... I'm just," I stopped to pick my words, "It seems like I shouldn't be as surprised as I am. I mean if I claim to know you as well as I do."
Kevin didn't respond immediately but when he spoke he said, "Well... like I said yesterday: I'm just letting you have a taste of what I'm like in bed so that you can stop dreaming about it."
I let out a small chuckle and nodded my head. I was disappointed in his lack of sincerity; we both knew that what he had said was bullshit. And though I wanted to push him for a serious answer, I sensed that right then wasn't the time so I dropped it.
I turned on the lamp on his nightstand, as the sun had completely set by then, then sank down a little on the bed and stared straight ahead of me.
"Are you tired?" He asked me.
"No."
"Do you have class in the morning?"
"No. Just the clinic at noon."
Kevin nodded, and I was sure his next question would be, "So do you want to go ahead and do what we were going to do?" or something like that. He didn't say anything more though, so I decided to get the ball rolling myself by asking, "Do you have condoms?"
He hesitated a moment before turning to his nightstand and pulling the top drawer open. I watched as he fumbled with a box of Lifestyle condoms then grabbed one and handed it to me. I looked at the package like I had never seen it before. Rotating it between my fingers, squeezing it a little and then stroking it with my thumb.
"And you have lube right?" I asked.
When Kevin didn't respond, I looked up at him and said, "You don't have lube?"
"No I do... it's, um," He paused then grinned kind of sheepishly and went on to say, "It's on your side."
I turned to his nightstand and started to open the top drawer, but he stopped me by saying, "It's below the drawers... in the swing door."
I bent down and opened the small door then moved around some of his things in search of the lube. While I looked, I came across a dildo that looked exactly like one that I had given him as a gag gift a few years back.
For his twenty-second birthday, I had enclosed a dildo in a box that I carefully wrapped and tied a ribbon around. Kevin looked at me suspiciously when I'd handed it to him because he had specifically asked me for a gift card to Best Buy.
"What is this?" He asked me, studying the box with the ridiculous pink ribbon wrapped around it.
"I don't know. Open it."
My friend eyed me closely as he pulled the ribbon apart, and I wore my best poker face as I watched him.
Wrapping paper dropped to the floor and with a final glance up at me he opened the top of the box, and I smiled. When his eyes dropped to the dildo, I almost pissed myself I swear to God.
"Goddamnit, Jude," He said and let the box drop from his hands.
I laughed hysterically, and Kevin just shook his head and pretended like he was annoyed with me even though the smile on his face proved that he wasn't.
"You're such a child. Where's my damn gift card?"
When I stopped laughing, I pulled the gift card from my pocket and handed it to him.
"Thank you... jerk."
This memory crossed my mind as I looked at the dildo, and though I was shocked and wanted to ask him about it, I didn't. Instead, I reached over the toy and grabbed his lube then lifted up and placed it on the nightstand.
When I looked over at Kevin, he had a "you caught me" smirk on his face and he was uncomfortably scratching at the stubble on his cheek.
"I didn't see anything," I told him with a smile.
"Yea well... you're about to fuck me, so I guess it doesn't matter what you saw does it?" He responded, and I grinned at the unwelcome, embarrassed smile that took its turn on his face.
"No, it really doesn't... you are shocking me by the minute though."
Kevin laughed and ran his fingers through his hair then groaned and quickly told me not to get any crazy ideas in my head about what it could mean for him to use what I had just seen.
"Oh please, don't forget who you're talking to, Kevin," I said to him.
My saying that made him look over at me, and I just shrugged like it was no big deal, which seemed to settle his face and relax him a little.
"Hey is it alright if I put some porn on or something?" I asked him, changing the subject before things started to get awkward again.
"Yea that's fine."
I don't need porn to enjoy sex with a man, but I thought that it might help Kevin relax. I got up and went to his closet, and I opened the box that holds all of his pornos. I fingered through a few, for some reason being picky, then decided on a DVD with a "cheating housewives" theme to it.
Without looking at Kevin, I walked to his television on the dresser in front of his bed and went through the motions of putting the porno on. And with the push of a button and a few seconds of fast-forwarding, moaning filled his room and I walked back over to him. He looked at the television and then over at me when I got back on his bed, and it was a little weird because as I moved closer to him he just kind of looked at me like, "Uhh, what are you about to do," as opposed to following my lead and getting into a position that made it possible for me to access his body.
"Just watch the TV. I'm gonna warm you up a little bit," I said to him and put my hand on his side and pushed for him to slide down the bed.
Kevin moved his forearms from his knees and lowered his legs to the bed, then obeyed my nudge and slid down the headboard until he was laying flat with his head propped up against the pillows. I got between his legs and stole a look up at him to ensure that he was watching the porno--he was--then dipped down and took his soft dick into my mouth.
Though Kevin had earlier declared that I was, "Pretty good at giving head," and though he was watching hardcore porn, it took him a good while to get hard. My jaw was actually beginning to hurt when his cock finally started to respond to me, and I remember swiftly pulling my lips away and jerking him off into a full hardon before his nerves or whatever stole his excitement away.
"Hmm," He sighed a little to my hand then squirmed when I took his dick back into my mouth.
When I finally had him going, I said, "Spread your legs a little bit," and pushed on his inner thigh.
He did as I asked, and I touched my tongue to his asshole and licked him there nice and slow.
"You like that wet pussy? Are you fucking that wet pussy," some slut was moaning from behind me. And though that was bad acting, my dick got a little hard. I left it alone, however, and brought my hands up and spread Kevin's cheeks.
With his hole stretched and exposed to me, I rolled my tongue against it and poked at it while my warm breath helped to encourage its arousal. And when I looked up and I saw Kevin blinking almost nonstop to my mouth on ass, I licked him faster and he sucked air in through his teeth and let his bent legs spread against the mattress. With each flick of my tongue, his asshole became more alive and flexed its pleasure to me. And after awhile of rimming him in quick directionless strokes, I pulled back and looked at his wrinkle to see just how hungry I had made it and the tender spot impatiently contracted to the absence of my tongue.
I sucked a finger into my mouth then rubbed it against Kevin's opening. Smooth, light circles with barely any pressure and then a slap of spit to coat the pucker before I let my finger go inside. When I pushed forward, there was hardly any resistance but I went slow anyway and stopped at the second knuckle. I then leaned forward and licked around my finger, letting my saliva pass onto his hole, before I coaxed more of my digit inside of him.
"Is that alright?" I asked, holding my finger still after it had disappeared between his cheeks.
"Yea," Kevin croaked, then cleared his throat and said, "It's fine."
I slid my finger out a little and then in and then out, and then I petted the acquiescent rosebud and licked at it some more. It pushed against my tongue like it was asking me where my finger had gone and then gripped me when I gave it what it wanted. Kevin's sphincter muscles relaxed just as quickly as they had contracted, and I breathed a little heavier on his hole with the understanding that he was already pretty eager for my dick.
I withdrew my finger and leaned over Kevin for the lube on his nightstand, and then I sat back on my calves and popped the cap open. I could feel his eyes on me as I poured the liquid onto two of my fingers and then rubbed them against his hole. With a quick look up at him, I effortlessly slipped a finger inside and without missing a beat started rocking it in and out. Kevin gave no complaint, so I fucked him with one finger for a short while and then--with a gasp from him--two. With each motion inside of him, his ass gave into me a little more and began anxiously sucking on my fingers.
I rotated my hand so that I was fingering him with my palm up, and then I took hold of his cock while I went on a search for his prostate. A quick exhale of breath reassured me that I'd found it, so I stared down between his legs and worked this spot with the tips of my fingers. Kevin's dick leaked down my hand, and I stroked it, persuading it to get harder. And when his jagged breathing got louder and his legs started wobbling to the feeling of my fingers milking him, I removed my hands from his body and let my mouth touch him again. I sucked his dick and then his balls and then licked his ass some more and then back to his dick again, giving each of these erogenous zones the attention they wanted. There was no rhyme or reason to my movements; I was just trying to relax him and make him itch for my cock.
After awhile of letting my mouth play between his legs, I lifted up and slipped my fingers back inside of him. His asshole squeezed me and then panted for me to stroke it, so I did and I candidly looked down at Kevin who was--to no surprise to me--trying to fight the horny expression that was creeping onto his face.
"A little faster?" I asked him. But before he could even answer me, my fingers were already responding to my question and twisting and driving inside of him.
Kevin's eyes moved from the porno behind me and darted to my hand working his anus. He fidgeted to my fingers and my dick got hard watching him try to deny what I was doing to him. And as his uneven breathing started taking over the moaning slut coming from the television, I impatiently dripped onto his bed sheets and salivated to his hunger. I could have thrown on a condom and fucked him right then--I could tell he wanted it--but I wanted to build up that lust inside of him. I wanted to make it come to the surface of his body and pour out through his lips.
My hand grabbed Kevin's dick and I stroked it to the rhythm of my fingers inside of him, making him finally look up at me and wordlessly ask what I was waiting for. I ignored his silent question and continued to caress him, and his eyes dropped from mine and settled back on my actions between his legs. He started moaning a little and rocking his hips to my stubborn control of his body; he looked so amazing doing that. I never thought I'd see him like that--so horny to my hands touching him.
I released his asshole after awhile, and he went limp and started panting a little.
"Jesus," He chuckled through his heavy breathing and then quickly moaned when my fingers entered him again.
Without giving him a chance to catch up to the surprise, I screwed and pushed my fingers in and out and forced him to disappear into the pleasure I was bringing him. Mindless noises sang to me and unconscious squirming started squeaking his bed. And though I wanted to look at him, I let my eyes fall from his face so that I didn't embarrass him with my stare down at his pleasure.
Men, I have noticed, get very uncomfortable when you make them lose control. You, a man, shouldn't be able to make them feel so good. Only women can make them feel like that. Toes curling, clawing, whimpering, shouting... those outlets for pleasure are just at the hands of women. That's the mindset of the rigid, restricted, straight men that have "accidentally" ended up in my bed. And that mindset is of course absurd. I have always thought so. There are just some things that women cannot do. Even women who want to please the hell out of you any way that they can. They still cannot take the place of what lingers behind the opposite side of the fence. They are still women; they are not men.
I poured more lube onto my fingers before inviting a third to enter my friend, and with a twist of my hand and a deep push forward I hit that obstruction inside of him and Kevin's dick trembled and oozed onto his torso. And for a second I thought he was pissed at me because he scooted away from my hand and denied my fingers access to his butt.
"Alright..." Kevin practically whispered.
He grabbed the concealed condom on his bed and outstretched it to me and then said, "You wanna put that on now?"
I swallowed my excitement in the husky way that he had asked me that and took the condom from his fingers. As I unwrapped the package, nerves that I had paid little attention to seemed to come to the surface of my skin and a flash of Kevin wrapping his arms around me as I heaved my body over him crossed my mind. I didn't know what to do with that thought, so I cleared my throat and quickly rolled the condom on and told myself not to fly down bridges that he and I hadn't crossed.
"You're not allowed to act weird around me after this," Kevin said, like he could read my thoughts.
I just grinned a little and responded, "Neither are you."
We shared a look that was very ambiguous but also conveyed our feelings of how surreal it was that we were about to have sex. I remember searching his face for hesitation or regret or a hint of, "Maybe we shouldn't do this," but I came up short. He looked horny and breathless and just a little bit nervous. I don't know what I looked like. I felt really unsure to be honest--that vision had kind of freaked me out--and it's quite possible it showed. But if it did, then Kevin had ignored it.
He got to his knees, breaking the gaze between us, and nonverbally declared that he wanted me to fuck him doggy style while he watched the porno I'd put on. I didn't challenge this position; I just followed his movements on the bed and assumed my place behind him. With a gentle push against his back, he bent over and revealed his hole to me. It looked tight as hell and was just the slightest bit open to suggest otherwise. I grabbed the lube and squeezed the bottle over his crack, and then pushed the liquid inside of him with my fingers before coating my own cock and getting it nice and wet.
As I lined my head up with Kevin's hole, he spread his legs and looked straight ahead of him at the couple having sex in the same position we were about to have sex in.
"Ooooh oooh! Yes yes ohhh ohh!" The woman was cooing.
I pushed forward against Kevin's opening and met with some resistance that did not want to give in to my efforts, so he reached behind him and spread one of his cheeks then pushed against my dick as I tried driving it forward again.
"Huh," He exhaled quietly, dropping his head from the porno and grabbing his dick, as I finally slid inside of him.
I held still for a while and then pushed forward some more and watched as his asshole ushered in the last few inches of my length. He was so tight, and he was contracting around me like a heartbeat, making me take hold of his hips to balance myself against the feeling. I started to ask him if he was okay, but he answered my question by lifting his head back up and rocking his hand between his spread legs. He watched the porno and waited for me to start moving inside of him, so I looked down to my cock stretching his hole and sluggishly started stroking his anal walls. My thrusts were shallow at first, but they gradually got deeper with the confidence that Kevin could take it. And before too long, I was filling him up with the entire length of my cock and steadily fucking him in long, unhurried strokes that persuaded him to jerk his dick faster.
The sight of my penis disappearing in and out of his hole made my lips part and the tip of my tongue snake between my teeth it was so hot. And as I began to build up the pace and get better acquainted with his tunnel, my heart started racing to the way his anal ring rocked to my dick moving inside of him. I looked up at Kevin for just a moment and saw that he was still silently, diligently watching the girl getting fucked on the screen in front of us, so I then moved my eyes back to his butt and it's dance with my cock.
"Cum on my tits," the porn star ordered and shortly after that I heard a man groaning and the woman moaning her approval.
My eyes didn't leave Kevin's ass to watch this display. His tug on my dick as I withdrew from his hole was far more captivating, and the way he'd subtly fidget when I paused before sinking back into him was too fucking hot to look away from. His obvious hunger made me start to lose my breath a little, and his tight grasp on my dick as I dipped in and out of him made my whole body realize how long it had been since I had felt something so good.
I remember telling myself to calm down and slow down a little; I remember telling myself to take my time. But as a lull of silence fell over the room when the sex scene ended and I could clearly hear Kevin breathing heavily to my thrusts inside of him, my thoughts stopped and my body took over. I gripped his hips tighter and began to pull him into my thrusts, driving my cock nice and deep into his chute. I fucked him quicker, and I let out my own exhale of breath to the image of his wet hole letting me feed it in swift, constant strokes.
Kevin dropped to his elbows and I watched him roll his head around on his neck, trying to keep it up to watch the new set of porn stars that were exchanging unrealistic banter leading up to their cookie-cutter rendition of sex. And as my friend tried to focus on the straight porn in front of him, I focused my attention on pulling his body into my dick and building up a nice rhythm as I fucked into him with relentless fervor. After awhile his breathing got louder and his efforts to watch the pretty lady undressing for the man failed against the hold I had on his body.
My teeth bit into the tip of my tongue, and I pushed into Kevin a little quicker as his head fell forward against the bed and his back heaved his horny gasps. He was so hot. His suntanned body flexed its muscles in response to my cock, and his strong ass was just asking for me to knead it. I wanted to touch him, run my hands over his smooth skin, and rake my fingers down his back. Oh, I wanted to. He looked so amazing taking my dick like that, and he was doing a terrible job of hiding how much he loved it.
I stopped the pull I had on his hips and then lost my breath when Kevin took over and started rocking his body on my dick without my encouragement. His lustful urgency made me moan and the sight of him fucking himself was almost too much. I held still and stared down at my cock disappearing in and out of his anus; the image was so erotic that I almost didn't believe that it was Kevin pushing his ass into my body. Surely he could not look that sexy to me. Surely that was not him forcing the air out of my lungs.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I held nothing back and pumped my dick inside of Kevin's ass like he was begging me to. My entire length filled him up with each thrust into his hole, and he quickly scrambled to take hold of his cock and stroke it to the pleasure I was painting all over his body. He moaned and drowned out the woman cooing to the hands of some insignificant porn star, and I panted to the noises he made and relentlessly kept up my speed inside of him.
"Ohh fuck... ugh ugh ugh... ohhoohh fuck," He moaned, his head carelessly bobbing around as I pounded my body against his.
I ran my hand down his back as a wordless encouragement for him to keep moaning how good I felt in his ass. I wanted to talk dirty to him and make him tell me how much he loved my cock, but I didn't. I couldn't let myself forget who I was having sex with although it was very easy to forget. He was so out of character. Moaning and pushing against my penis inside of him... it was so fucking surreal I can't even effectively express how much.
Before Kevin and I started fooling around, the image of him on his hands and knees taking my dick didn't have a chance of lingering in my mind for very long. Such an idea had a better chance of being laughed at by me. That visual just didn't compute; it didn't make sense. I had always thought that he didn't belong in a position like that; I had thought that it wasn't for him to be so submissive. But what the hell did I know all those years because he was bent over taking my cock like I couldn't give it to him hard enough, and he looked so incredible doing it. The image didn't seem so preposterous anymore. It seemed more preposterous that I hadn't been able to imagine it before hand.
As I banged into Kevin, he gradually cascaded down into the bed, leaving his ass up in the air for me to do what I wanted with. My eyes stared between his cheeks at my cock pummeling him, and I started panting and sweating and fighting off that feeling inside of me that told me to cum. God, I had to slow down.
With batted breath I slowed my movements, and Kevin panted to the change in pace and let go of his dick. My hands caressed his back as I fucked him nice and slow, and he squirmed when I withdrew from his ass completely and rubbed my head against his opening. A smooth dip back into him made us both moan, and I stayed deep inside of his tunnel for a few seconds before easing back out and sinking forward again. His asshole gripped me so tight when I did this, and I pushed forward even more and Kevin cried out to me. His cry shook my body, and in that moment I found myself again amazed by how long I had gone without hearing a man cry out like that.
I loved Tiffany and when I missed being with a man I didn't miss it all that much because she really meant everything to me--she was enough for me. But that ache in my stomach... there was something to be said for how strongly it was gripping me behind the walls of Kevin's bedroom. I didn't realize how badly I had missed it until it kicked through my body and slapped me in the face for burying it so deep inside of myself.
I got to my feet on Kevin's bed--my dick still inside of him--and placed my hands on the small of his back before riding his ass nice and deep. My strokes were long and deliberate, timed by Kevin's reactions to my movements. He whimpered to my cock teasing his butthole, and I watched with lustful eyes as he tugged and stroked his fingers through his thick mess of dark brown hair every time I plunged into him as deep as I could go. Jesus, he was out of his mind, and I was going to cum so hard if I wasn't careful.
I cautiously gripped his skin and began fucking him a little faster, my balls slapping against his ass as I dicked his hole. And as I built up the pace he slowly slid his body to the bed, landing me on top of his back with my breath against his ear. Some nameless emotion shot through me when I covered his body with mine, and I froze on top of him. I could feel my heart pounding against his back, and I knew that he could feel it too. Heavy breathing, my best friend beneath me, our bodies connected, his skin against mine... a cold chill ran up my spine and I told myself to get up.
"Get up. Get off of him. Move, Jude," I said to myself.
I remember that so clearly.
But I didn't move. I just panted against his ear and kept my cock deep inside of him. We were both silent and heaving against one another, trying to calm down from what we had just done.
"Are you close?" Kevin breathed.
"Yea... are you?"
"Yea."
I kept panting against his ear, and I didn't move. I should have dragged my ass up right then, but I didn't.
"Your dick feels so good," He said to me, and I could hear the pleasure in his voice.
I swallowed to these words and the way he'd said them and then said, "Yea?"
Kevin kept panting.
I started rocking my hips against his ass and driving my cock into him again. This made him spread his legs under me and commence breathing heavily against his bed sheets. I fucked him slow and long and deep and when he let out a hushed noise and pushed against my body on top of him, I touched my lips to his ear and whispered, "Is that good?"
Kevin responded with another hushed noise that I wouldn't have been able to hear had I not been inches from him.
"Do you want it harder?" I asked him. And before he could respond I let my ass rise and fall against his butt, creating a slapping sound that spoke how forceful I was plunging into him.
And as Kevin pressed his head into the mattress, I stroked his ear with my lips and delicately peeked my tongue out to assist me in caressing this sensitive part of his body. He did not object or pull away from my mouth, in fact, his head rolled against my tongue and he seemed to encourage what I was doing. I humped against him and lazily made out with his ear, my hands grabbing fistfuls of his sheets as I fucked him. It wasn't long before he was writhing and twitching beneath me and using his body to let me know he needed to cum.
"Turn over," I whispered, lifting off of him.
Kevin rolled over onto his back and we both looked between his spread legs as I guided my dick back into his asshole. With a steady push I filled him up again, and he sighed and dropped his body back down against the bed. I then leaned forward on my knees, placing my palms to his mattress, and resumed stroking his anal walls.
I went slow to keep from cumming before Kevin did, and I kept my head down--avoiding his face--to keep from witnessing anything that would push me over the edge. Facial expressions turn me on so much and I was already on the brink of losing it, so I made sure to focus my eyes on something else. His clenching abs weren't all that helpful in warding off my orgasm, nor was his hand stroking his dick or his asshole feeding on my cock but I held my head down all the same.
"Oh yea," Kevin moaned, placing his hand on my thigh.
And before I could stop myself I looked up at him and observed the bliss on his face. Fuck. His eyes were closed and rolling behind their lids, his mouth open, his head turned and pressed into the bed. Shit. I watched him and increased the rhythm I had between his legs, and I bit the inside of my lip as he moaned and gripped my thigh.
After awhile of staring at him, Kevin opened his eyes and looked up at me--I think he felt me watching him. And instead of looking away like I normally would have, I held my stare on his face and shamelessly shared my own expression of pleasure. And as our gaze got to be a little too long and a little too personal and a little too...too, I felt myself being sucked into his magnetism and forgetting who he was to me. I exhaled--relieved maybe--when Kevin broke our gaze and shifted his eyes to what my cock was doing to him between his legs. I looked down as well and watched our bodies colliding, and I hoped like crazy that he would cum soon because I could feel whatever stamina I had left in me slowly slipping away.
"Do it harder," He breathed, moving his hand from his dick and sliding it up to his chest.
"Mmm," I moaned, both turned on and unsure by his demand. I didn't think that I could fuck him harder; I could barely keep up the pace I already had. Any harder or longer or faster and I'd be an orgasmic mess between his legs.
"Come on... I'm so close," He begged me and pulled on my thigh.
I blew air out through my lips and gave in to Kevin's sexy plea despite my body's objections. And when he gasped to my cock fucking the shit out of him and moved his hand to my waist, I closed my eyes and tried to focus all of my attention on containing myself. He felt so good and he was making these noises--these whiny groans--that made my skin tingle. And he was grabbing at my body and pulling on me and his legs were shaking... ugh, God. I grabbed at his bed sheets and moaned, amazed by my own endurance. After two months of going without I was pretty damn impressive although I am sure that if I had not cum before hand this part of the story would be very different.
As Kevin's groans became more urgent, I opened my eyes and stared down at his fingers pushing against the base of his shaft--raising his cock and pointing it upward. And just as I was about to tell him to stroke his dick and cum for me, I watched as volley after volley of cum shot out from his head and dropped to his body.
"Augh," I moaned, surprised by his orgasm, and continued to relentlessly pound him.
Each jet was thick and long and created puddles on his stomach that rained down over his abs as he shook and bucked to my thrusts inside of him. I whimpered to this sight and the intensified squeeze his asshole had on me and before I had time to even say, "I'm cumming," my orgasm shot through me and rolled my eyes into my head.
I pushed into Kevin one last time, and he ran his hand up my waist to my shoulder and gripped my skin like he was hanging on to me. I could hear his stiff, stifled grunts over my moans, and I felt his body jerking under mine to the waves of his orgasm.
The poorly rehearsed sex scene didn't have a chance of being understood as Kevin and I voiced our pleasure and lost control of our bodies. Kevin told me later that I was screaming to which I vehemently denied this, but I really don't know. Maybe I did scream. I hadn't cum that hard in ages as Tiffany and I had been very disconnected the last several times we had had sex. I may as well have been fucking a pillow.
"Haugh haugh haugh haugh," Kevin panted and moaned at the same time once his orgasm had subsided.
I looked down at his exhaustion, creating my own chorus of heavy breathing, and pushed away from him a little to avoid collapsing on his chest. As I moved back, Kevin's hand trailed from my shoulder and dropped to his side and his partially closed eyes widened to focus on my face. He looked at me behind wavering eyelids and then down to my dick still inside of him and his cum all over his stomach and then back up to me again. I felt weak and fuzzy and though I wanted to say something to him, I did not know what to say. "That was incredible," didn't seem to fit the moment. "I didn't realize how sexy you are," definitely could not be said. "How did we go so many years without doing that," could have been taken the wrong way. I didn't know what to say.
Seconds passed and passed, and I came up short and separated our bodies without saying anything. Kevin sighed and his shaky legs found their place on the bed while I rolled the cum soaked condom off of my dick. And then with a bounce of the bed I walked to his bathroom for the second time that night and disposed of the condom before grabbing yet another towel to clean up the mess that we had made.
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