As I sat in the English class, all I could think of was what I'd be doing to Dan during lunch time. It got me so hard I had trouble hiding my hard-on. Dan kept peeking at me and grinning; he knew how horny I was. He was enjoying himself, watching me squirm in my seat. It was a game he was playing; he wanted to see how much he could tease me and he enjoyed the effects he had on me.
I was beginning to think there was no point for me to sit in class since I wasn't listening. Not that I didn't want to listen; I just couldn't concentrate. My cock was doing all the thinking and my brain was filled with graphic sex. I've never felt so horny in my life, and that's saying a lot.
It seemed forever, but the class was finally over. I think the teacher said something about "research paper", "thesis" and "draft", and something was due next week. However, my mind was thinking about "sex", "fuck" and "ass". I threw my arm over Dan's shoulders and started nudging him towards his apartment.
"Master, I'm starving. Can I have something to eat first?" Dan said as he pointed to the cafeteria. I was pushing him to the opposite direction.
"You can eat my cum for lunch."
He laughed. "Are you really so horny? I just sucked you off two hours ago!"
"That was just foreplay. Your ass is the real deal." He shook his head, but he didn't protest. He quietly walked towards his apartment.
I whispered in his ears, "I'm going ram my hard cock in your ass and fuck you for an hour! I'm going to take my time and slow fuck you and make you beg for more!"
"Oh my God! This is too good!" His eyes sparkled and he smiled. "You are perfect, Ben!"
"Why?"
"You talk dirty, you are always horny, you love my services and you care enough to make me cum too! That's my perfect guy!"
"Yeah, and you are my perfect slave!"
"You are really playing along, huh?"
"Why not? You call me Master, shouldn't I call you slave?"
"That's the idea, Master!"
Once we reached his studio, I locked the door behind me and threw him on his bed. He looked a bit surprised but he got into it. I started ripping his clothes off. I took my cock out and roughly shoved it into his ass.
"Wait! Let me lube up first!" He grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed some onto my cock and his hole. I resumed pounding him.
"From now on, my slave, you shall keep yourself lubed, because you never know when I will use your ass!"
"Yes, Master!"
"And, your ass is mine and mine alone! And your mouth too!"
"Yes, Master!"
All the while, I was pounding him. At the start, I was a bit uncomfortable with the whole master and slave thing, but I was starting to get into it. Sometimes it scared me because it's like I was becoming another person, but he was so into his role it was easy for me to fit in. The scary part was that I didn't know how far I would go.
Not that I had the time to think. I was too into fucking Dan to care about anything else. Because I knew he liked it hard, I was giving it to him hard. But, I also wanted to last a long time so I started to slow down after a while. Dan seemed disappointed, but just like his slow suck, I was going to give him a slow fuck to tease the hell out of him.
When it was about twenty minutes into the fucking he was begging me to fuck him harder. I slowly increased pace until I was pounding hard in him again. We changed positions a few times, trying to see which way we liked it most. Dan loved face to face because he wanted to see my face and body. I liked that too, but I preferred doggy style, so we switched around. He also tried to ride my cock as I lay flat on his bed. I was doing everything to prolong my enjoyment. I even tried to fuck him standing up, with him pushed against the wall.
It was quite a workout, but I felt like a porn star. I never knew fucking a guy could be so much fun. There were so many kinky things that girls won't do. Dan was open to anything. He was every bit as kinky as I was. Just like he said, we were perfect for each other. A horny top and a slutty bottom found each other.
As I pumped into his ass looking at his face contorted in pleasure and pain, I suddenly felt something. I felt like I've found my soul mate. We just seemed to match each other. I wanted to have him around me. Just as I was thinking this, Dan seemed to have noticed I looked different. He looked at me and smiled. There was a connection.
That pushed me over the edge. It was two strangers finding each other; two horny guys lusting after each other. Yet, at that moment it was more than sex. We were not only using each other's body to get off; we bonded. It wasn't romantic love; it was more like brotherly love. It's hard to explain. That feeling, that connection made me feel warm inside, and made me shoot my load. As I climaxed, I pressed deeply in him. Dan wrapped his meaty legs around me and held me tightly as I shot again and again in him. When it was over, I collapsed onto him, our sweaty bodies pressing together. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. It was so tight, as though he was afraid of letting me go. Then he kissed my neck and whispered something that sounded like "I love you, bro." But it was so soft I barely heard it.
It took us a long time to calm down. We were both breathing hard and he held me so tightly I could barely breathe. There was definitely something more. He couldn't have felt so strongly to someone he met for two days.
"Are you ok, Dan?"
His eyes opened, as if suddenly realizing who I was. A look of disappointment was on his face, but it quickly changed back to a smile.
"That was wonderful, Ben! It reminded me so much... so much of my..." His voice trailed off, never quite telling me who.
"Your?"
"Ben, if I told you a secret, will you promise me to never tell anyone, and not look at me differently?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"You are so much like my brother. I love my brother, but he's married now."
"You and your brother... fuck each other?"
"He's been fucking me since I was twelve."
"Wow. That's like... six years?"
"He stopped when I was seventeen, so it's more like five years. He got married and never fucked me again."
"And you miss him."
"I love him. To him it's all fun and games, but to me, it's love."
"That's why you found me."
"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were like him. The same kind of football jock look, the same kind of body, the same way you walk and talk."
"That's why you were stalking me."
"I couldn't resist. You reminded me so much of him. I just wanted to be around you."
"What about the master and slave thing?"
"He used to make me his slave and ask me to do things for him. It's all part of a game. He never abused me or anything, and I went along willingly. It started off as a bet; the one who lost would be a slave to the other. He was bigger and smarter, so he usually won. He'd ask me to jerk him off, then it slowly progressed to sucking him. When it was his eighteenth birthday, I was twelve and he fucked me for the first time." As Dan said this, he was deep in thought, clearly engrossed in his fond memories.
"Lucky guy." I smiled at him, which he smiled back.
"He was really gentle the first time. I loved it. I've fallen in love with him since then. I wanted to please him; to have him use my ass whenever he pleased."
"I'm sure you guys fucked a lot." I grinned.
"Every night, sometimes two to three times."
"Must be fun."
"It was, but it all stopped last year when he got married."
"Too bad."
"But I found you." He looked at me with what could only be described as love.
"But... I'm not your brother."
"I know... but you are so much like him."
"Dan, you can't treat me like your brother. It's not right!"
"Why not?"
I paused for a moment. Why not? I didn't know how to answer.
"Ben, I'll fulfill your every sexual need. Can you be my brother?"
Can I? I didn't know. But "fulfilling my every sexual need" certainly caught my attention.
"I'll try, Dan. It's an unusual request, but I'll try."
"Thanks, bro." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again he looked like a new person. "Now, we still have some time. Would you like me to suck you off?"
"How about we sixty-nine so I can suck my little bro too?"
He gave me a big, hearty smile and went to work.