By:
Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels
"Suck my dick, Shawn!"
"Why don't you kiss my ass, Billy!"
It had always been that way
between Billy and me, goading one another on with sexual taunts. There was
always a slightly dirty edge to our bantering - on my part at least. I really
would've liked for him to kiss my ass, though not in the pejorative way I said
it. And as for wanting to suck his dick...
Billy's parents had moved to the
neighborhood when we were both in Junior high. We rode the bus together and
quickly became friends. Billy had a swaggering, out-going personality that complimented
his staggeringly gorgeous looks.
Billy's hair was the blackest I
ever saw, and his eyes were dark and brooding, with a stabbing quality,
self-assured.
On the afternoon of the mock
insults I just quoted, his parents had gone to the cottage for the weekend and
we were alone in his house. The verbal exchange was brought about by an argument
over who was the better football team, the New York Giants or the New York Jets.
We were also kind of buzzed on beer, which fuelled the insults further.
We weren't old enough to drink,
but Billy's dad let him have beer, and we had already downed three each and
there was no more left. Billy said that his friend's older brother would buy
some for us, and he offered to go over and ask and go with the older brother to
get us another six-pack.
After Billy left, I went over and
looked at the family pictures that were scattered around his living room. In one
photo of him, he was in his football uniform, and it had me drooling in
seconds. Though I knew that basket showing at his crotch was mostly all cup, it
still bulged enticingly. And his jersey didn't quite cover his flat belly,
where I could see the deep V of his groin begin.
I knew he'd be gone at least
twenty minutes since we lived pretty far out in the suburbs, so I went up to Billy's
bedroom to see if I could find his cup. His room had a good man-smell to it,
some sort of musky cologne and a faint odor of sweat. It felt erotic to be in the
place where my sexy best friend slept, no doubt jacked off, and stood naked, perhaps
admiring himself in that full-length mirror on the wall.
I went to Billy's dresser and
opened one of the top two drawers. Seeing his white Calvin's folded and piled
so neatly did nothing to get my mind off the subject. Opening the drawer next to
it, about a dozen jockstraps were strewn inside, but no cups. I grabbed one of
his jocks and put the pouch over my face and deeply inhaled. But,
unfortunately, they smelled clean and freshly laundered.
But that gave me an idea…
I opened the closet, and, sure
enough, there were Billy's dirty clothes. I found a few piss stains on one of
his dirty pair of underwear and what looked like cum on one of his jockstraps.
The aroma of man-sweat was intoxicating.
I had been aware of my jock
fetish for some time now, ever since I first discovered their existence and had
bought my first one. Standing there fondling and caressing the stud's underwear
and jocks got me hotter than hell. I decided I had to have a quick jack-off
session. It was risky, but I figured I'd have plenty of time to do it before
Billy returned.
So, I stood in front of the
full-length mirror and opened my shirt, shoved my jeans and underwear to my
ankles, and grasped my soft but stiffening cock. I pre-cum a lot when I get
horny, and right then the clear stuff was oozing out of my dick like a dripping
faucet. I smeared the juicy liquid all over my cockhead. Then I held the
cum-stained jock to my nose and inhaled deeply, smelling the masculine odor
that remained.
As I breathed heavily through the
thin material, I got one of the most intense hard-ons I had ever experienced. I
got hard-ons all the time, nothing unusual about that for a guy my age, but
this was like an explosion of blood to my crotch, an immediate and intensely
gratifying sensation as my dick throbbed in my fist.
I bowed my legs a little and
rubbed the entrancing jock up under my balls, and up and down the length of my
stiffened dick. I sheathed my rod in the soft, white fabric of the pouch and
stroked my meat through it. Then I kicked off my shoes, shucked my clothes completely,
and put Billy's jock on. My balls nestled into the dirty pouch where his had
been, my cock so hard it jutted out the elastic waistband.
I pushed the pouch of Billy's jock
to just below my balls, and the pressure from the elastic drove my package up
against my heaving stomach. I stood sideways to the mirror, punched out my
hips, and pumped my meat in slow strokes, watching myself beat off.
I jacked my cock like a
sex-starved maniac and very quickly felt the ecstatic tremors of a powerful
orgasm cresting. I punched my hips out even farther and pumped even harder on
my meat. As I gasped hoarsely, cum started streaming out of my cock in ropy
strands, arching and spurting in thick, milky gushes. Throwing back my head, I squeezed
my eyes shut and groaned so loudly that the neighbors must have heard me.
"Feel good, Shawn?!" I heard Billy exclaim, followed by a giggle.
I jumped, startled, my head
turning to the door, my stomach jumping too like it had done a somersault, and
my body trembled slightly as I quickly drew my hands to cover my exposed
hard-on.
"Shit, Billy, I don't know
what came over me, must have been the beer," I stammered. "Guess I
got a little carried away while you were gone… figured I'd be done before you
got back with the brew. Shit, I'm so embarrassed."
"Hey, no problem Shawn,"
he slurred. "It's cool, I beat my meat all the time. All us guys do. Never
seen another guy do it before, though. It was kinda cool."
He closed the distance between us
in the time it took him to say it, and I don't know how long he'd been standing
there but he was sporting a boner that hung down his leg like a large sausage.
Billy dropped his pants and
underwear and grabbed his stiff meat in his hands, totally taking me by
surprise. "Here, you watch me and see if you think it is cool to see too."
Billy started fisting himself, and
I still couldn't believe this was happening to me, that I hadn't gone so deeply
into my fantasy that I wasn't imagining this. My own dick was soon hard again,
jutting out past my concealing hands, up over my navel, and pulsing against my
belly.
"You've got a nice dick, Shawn.
Let's see if we can make it spit again. I bet you we can." He then reached
over and wrapped his free hand around my stiff dick and began stroking it in
pace to his own.
I couldn't believe what was
happening. I couldn't believe that all those years I'd known him, all that time
I'd wanted to do something like this with him, that he was actually pumping my
hard cock in his hand, and he was the one who initiated it!
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Billy groaned as he continued to pump both our cocks.
I was enjoying it but I was still
freaking out inside a bit at what was happening, and only managed to mumble an "uh-huh."
"Hey, why don't we stretch
out on the bed?" Billy suggested a minute or so later. "That's where
I usually do it. So much more comfortable lying on your back pumping your dick
than standing on your feet."
"Ok," I almost
whispered.
I pulled my jockstrap up, or
rather his jockstrap up, and followed behind Billy to the bed. He stretched out
on his back and I climbed on the bed and lay down beside him.
Instead of pulling his jock off
me as I'd expected him to, he started rubbing my cock through the jock while he
stroked his own.
"I love rubbing my cock
through my jock or my underwear. It feels good, doesn't it, Shawn?"
I nodded, and then there were a
few minutes of silence as Billy kept rubbing my cock and stroking his own.
"You ever had your cock
sucked, Shawn?" Billy asked very casually.
"Uh, yeah, of course I have,"
I answered.
"Yeah, me too, Love having
my cock sucked, but it's been a while. How about you?"
"Yeah, been a while."
"You ever wondered what it
was like?"
I knew where this was heading. Billy
was going to ask me to suck his dick, or so I hoped, but I didn't want to say
too much, in case I was wrong, or this was a test or something, so I played dumb.
"What do you mean, have I ever wondered what it's like? I just told you I've
had my dick sucked before, so yeah, I know what it feels like."
"No, um, I mean, have you
ever wondered what it was like for the girl, you know, what a hard dick feels
like, um, in your mouth? What it tastes like?"
"Have you?" I
countered.
"I asked you first."
I wanted to blurt out that I
loved to suck cock, and had always wanted to suck his, and that I wanted to
suck it right now, so bad, but I didn't. All I could manage to reply was, "I...uh..."
before he continued on.
"I know that's one of my
jocks you have on, so, come on, tell me, Shawn, I really wanna know. You just
like playing with other guys' dirty jockstraps, or do you also like playing
with what's inside those jocks?"
"I...uh..." was all
that came out of my mouth again. I was just too afraid to come right out and
say it. A couple of buddies playing with their dicks while on a beer buzz was
one thing, but sucking dick was another, and I didn't want to say the wrong
thing and risk ruining a good friendship.
"It's ok Shawn, you may be too
chicken shit to answer the question, but I'm not afraid to admit to my best bud
that I have wondered what it would be like."
"You... you have?" I
replied, shocked by his admission.
He didn't say another word, just
smiled at me, and then leaned forward, with his hand still working his dick,
and put his mouth on my crotch, examining my cock and balls through the pouch
of his own dirty jockstrap.
My body became rigid with a
mixture of fear of what this could do to our friendship, nervousness at having
my best friend, whom I had had the hots for since I met him, putting his head
in my crotch, and great excitement at the prospect of him sucking my dick.
Billy began mouthing my crotch
and was muttering and sighing with delight, and then he started licking all
over my fabric encased cock and balls, and pretty soon the entire front of the
jock was wet and gummy. While he kept one hand in his lap jacking off, his
other moved up and began rubbing over my stomach and then up to my chest. I was
becoming more relaxed with the situation now, and my legs began to tremble from
the sensations my best friend was providing my body.
He stopped feeding on my dick
and, as he raised his head, a long strand of spit joined his mouth to my
well-slobbered crotch.
"Roll over," he said. "Let
me lick you."
I was surprised that Billy, a guy
who I was pretty sure had never been with a guy before, knew about rimming. I quickly
turned over and lay there anticipating his tongue licking my asshole.
I felt Billy's hands slip under
the elastic leg bands of his jock and I assumed he was going to slide it off
me, but instead he pulled the straps up, and then let them go. I flinched as
the straps hit my ass, and then he lowered his hand to one of my butt cheeks,
not hard, but enough to sting, and my body lurched. Billy laughed, and then
began caressing my ass cheeks like he was kneading soft dough, his thumbs
occasionally rubbing the inside of my ass crack, brushing my butt hole.
Billy kissed and licked his way
down my back, and my cock twitched beneath me in anticipation of receiving a
hot rim job from my stud of a best friend. With his teeth, he latched on to the
wide elastic waist of the jockstrap and pulled it down over my ass. After he
got it below my cheeks, he pulled on it with his hand. I instinctively raised
my hips slightly so the pouch of the jock could move past my cock and balls.
After he pulled the jock down my
legs and past my feet, Billy slid his sweat-slickened torso all over my ass and
back. He then moved up and dragged his stiff prick lightly up and down my back,
and then he put all of his body weight down on me, and I felt his rock-hard
dick against my naked butt, pressing into my crack.
He began to slide it up and down
and put his mouth to my ear and softly whispered, "I want you, man. I want
to be inside you. Can I fuck you?"
I had never been fucked before
nor had I ever fucked anyone before either. I had never had the urge or desire
to be fucked but, for some reason, at that moment I wanted it; I wanted Billy,
my best friend, to take my virginity, to take my cherry, to fuck me! But I was
scared, scared it would hurt. I knew it would hurt; I'd heard the stories.
Before I could answer, Billy
spoke into my ear again. "C'mon, Shawn, sticking it in you will feel so
good, for the both of us. We've gone this far together, let's go all the way. Come
on, you know you want it in you. You can take it, I know you can."
"Ok," I panted, "but
we need lube if we are going to do it."
"I got lube Shawn, use it
sometimes when I jerk off."
"And you have to go slow at
first, and stop right away if I tell you to, ok?"
"I will, Shawn, I promise,"
Billy agreed, and then he jumped off the bed, dug around in his bottom dresser
drawer, and hopped back on the bed behind me. He placed one hand on one of my
cheeks and pushed it sideways, and then I felt the cold liquid of the lube
hitting my asshole. The feeling of his finger running back and forth over my
asshole made me shiver. Billy instructed me to use my own finger to push the
lube into my ass while he lubed up his dick.
Billy used his knees to push my
legs farther apart, and then spread my ass with one hand, and as soon as I felt
the tip of his cock touch my hole I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth,
and clenched my lips as his dickhead seared its way inside.
He held it like that for a few
seconds and then began to gyrate his hips, little rotating thrusts as he slowly
worked more of his cock into me.
By now I had about half of his
rigid rod up my ass, and he was going for more, inching his fuck pole into my
guts in lubricious, increasing thrusts. I held on tightly to the sides of the
bed as he shoved in more of his throbbing dick, stretching me open, fucking me
deeper.
Once he had managed to get almost
all of his cock up inside me, he growled in my ear, "So hot, man! Your
hole is so fucking tight, so fucking warm inside! Take it! Take all of me,
Shawn!" and then he gave one hard shove and drove his cock all the way in,
driving the pain/pleasure home.
"You ok?" Billy asked,
holding his dick still inside of me. "Does it hurt?"
"Yeah, it hurts a lot,"
I groaned through gritted teeth.
"Want me to pull it out?"
"No, uhhh, just stay still
for a bit, uhhh, and the pain should subside."
"You ready now Shawn?" Billy
asked after a minute or so. "You ready to find out what it's like to get
fucked?"
"Ah, ungh, yeah, yeah,"
I groaned, still feeling a bit of discomfort, but not nearly as much as before.
Billy slowly began to withdraw
his cock and then push it back in, pulling it out farther each time. Deep,
heaving sighs escaped his mouth and stirred my hair as he pumped me with his
cock. Soon he was pumping in and out of me fast, hard, his balls slapping my
ass cheeks. The pain was completely gone now, and instead his cock in my ass
had set off waves of shimmering sensations, like electricity darting all over
my trembling body.
Billy pulled me from my stomach
to my knees, pried apart my ass cheeks, and flexed his hip muscles. He stood on
the bed with his knees half bent and plugged my asshole in a swift, driving
rhythm. Then he lowered from his high fuck and went to his knees. I could only
gasp and pant and sigh heavily.
Suddenly, his hand came around in
front of my face. He was holding his jockstrap, the one he had peeled from my
body. "Sniff it!" he said as he pushed the jock against my nose. "You
like smelling my dirty jock, don't you Shawn!"
I gave a muffled yes.
"Yeah, I know you do!
Smelling my cock and balls on that jock made you so horny, so horny that you
had to jerk off that dick of yours, and now you've got the cock that filled
that jock right up your fucking ass! That's what you want isn't it, Shawn, my
big hard cock up your ass?!"
"Yes, oh god, yes!" I
screamed into the jockstrap.
"Yeah, oh yeah, giving you a
nice hard fuck while you smell my dirty jock!" he moaned. "Hard fuck,
dirty fuck! You like that don't you, Shawn? Tell me you like a good hard jock
sniffing dirty fuck. Tell me. Tell me!" he demanded, pulling the jock from
my face, and snarling in a way that set the cream churning in my nuts.
"Yes! I like it!" I yelled
out. "Fuck me hard, man! Fuck me hard while you grind your dirty smelly
jockstrap in my face!" I pleaded.
He shoved his dirty jock back into
my face and went into a slow, rolling motion, like we were on a tossing body of
water, and dragged his dick out of me in tantalizing slow motion. Then he shoved
back in all the way and began fucking me hard again, while at the same time
grinding the jock into my face with hard pressure.
Reaching under me with his other
hand, he wrapped it around my dripping cock and started beating me off. I
hunched my ass to meet his thrusts, and he masturbated me faster.
A quickened urgency overtook Billy,
and he went at it harder, faster, ramming into me and slapping my quivering ass
as he hunched his hard-driving pelvis more swiftly.
I couldn't hold out much longer
as he mauled my ass with his pounding dick. Waves of pleasure washed over me
like a surging tide, and I gave myself over to the beginning of an exploding,
shattering orgasm. Deep within me, I felt his plunging dick grow even more
rigid than before, swelling and filling me from side to side.
"I'm gonna blow, Shawn! I'm gonna
shoot!" he gasped.
"Cum in me! Cum in my ass!"
I grunted, the jockstrap and my harsh breathing muffling the words.
"Oh yeah, I'm cumming! Take
my load, Shawn! Take that cum up your ass! Take every drop!" I felt his
gushing jizz flooding deep inside my ass in spurting bursts, creaming my
asshole with his spunky seed.
I started blowing my nuts then,
great long ropes of my thick cum arching out of his pumping fist and shooting all
over his hand and the bedsheets.
He filled my butt-hole with so
much gooey cum that I felt it sliming out of my hole and running over my balls.
The longer he pumped his juice into me, the more it lathered to a milky froth,
and his creamy dick-sauce gushed in what felt like rivers from my dripping ass.
We shuddered to a mutually
convulsive and anguished climax, and he collapsed, his spent body atop me. The
final globules of Billy's powerful load drained into my well-fucked body, and
we lay still, clasped in a sweaty bear hug.
"You always said you wanted
me to kiss your ass," he said. "Fucked your ass instead!"
"Yeah, and you always told me
to suck your dick," I said with a lustful wink.
"Sure did, man. Why don't we
go shower off, and then you can get to work on that."
"Definitely sounds like a
plan," I said. "But after we shower, let's have a few more beers so
this buzz doesn't wear off and make you change your mind about that blowjob."
"The beer buzz has nothing
to do with what we just did Shawn. Even sober, I'm up for the blowjob, but I'm
afraid after this we can't be friends anymore."
"What?! Why?" It was my
worst fear coming true.
"Because Shawn, we can't
undo what we just did and therefore can't continue to be friends." He
paused a moment and then said, "We have to be more than just friends now."
"You mean you want to...to
do this again, and, like, date each other, or become boyfriends or something?"
"Yes, I want to do this
again, all the time, any chance we get. But I don't want to date or be
boyfriends, just fuck buddies, you know, best friends with benefits. I want
your ass Shawn; I want it to be mine and only mine. How does that sound to you?"
"That sounds great!" I
said.
"Cool, then as of now your
ass belongs to me!"
"And your cock belongs to me,"
I said. "And your dirty jocks."
"Of course, man," Billy
said with a laugh. "You'll definitely be smelling my dirty jocks when we
fuck around. Hard fuck, dirty fuck, right Shawn?"
"Right!" I said grinning, and the two of us headed off to the shower to clean up for what was to be the second of many more jock-sniffing fuck sessions between best friends!
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