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I wondered if Ethan felt me tense beneath his touch. If he did, he chose to ignore it. Another silence settled upon us while he waited for me to respond.
With my back still to him, I said through clenched teeth, “You really gonna keep this up?” My voice held an unmistakable warning.
Ethan lowered his hand to my hard cock, making me gasp. “I’m definitely keeping something up.”
I easily heard the grin in his words. Moving even closer, he started stroking me. His body was pressed so firmly against mine that I could feel his erection nestled between us. I had to fight back a moan as Ethan’s hand pumped away at my dick. It felt good, really good, and despite the shame heating my face, I couldn’t force myself to tell him to stop.
Growing bolder, Ethan brought his lips to my ear. “Fuck me, Justin,” he whispered. “I want to feel you inside me so bad! Come on, fuck me…”
He repeated those words like a chant: fuck me, fuck me. As it went on, I started breathing faster, but it wasn’t from arousal this time. I didn’t know which one of us was more surprised when I suddenly seized his wrist in a firm grip. His bones felt delicate beneath my fingers, and even in my fury, I was careful not to squeeze too hard.
Sitting up, I turned to face him. Just as I’d suspected, he was completely naked. My stare briefly swept over his bare skin, noting his smooth chest, and the way he’d shaved his entire pubic area. His cock was fully hard, its tip darkened to an almost violet shade. Why did it please me to discover that my cock was a little longer than his, and a little thicker? It shouldn’t have mattered.
The fact that it did matter made me even angrier. Glaring at Ethan, I said, “I’m tired of your bullshit. This has gone too far.”
Instead of flinching, he again reached for my cock. “Put it in me,” he begged.
For a few seconds, I was too shocked to respond to his touch, and to his pleas. Then I finally snapped out of my trance.
And I lunged at him.
In the back of my mind, I imagined how ridiculous the two of us must look, with him naked and me still in shorts that were open to reveal my dick. On my unmade bed, we grappled with each other. Releasing fervent grunts, we both tried to come out on top.
It was no real competition, and Ethan didn’t put up much of a fight. I easily got him onto his stomach so I could straddle him. Following that brief struggle, my cock was as hard as ever; a short strand of precum dangled from its tip, suspended over Ethan’s lower back.
“Is this what you want?” I demanded.
Turning his head, Ethan revealed his profile to me. “Fuck me, Justin!” he said through heavy breaths. “Take my ass!”
Though my fingers were wrapped around his wrists, he made no attempt to wriggle free. I was the one who willingly let him go in order to yank off my shorts and underwear. As I finished undressing, I couldn’t stop staring at the perfect curve of his ass.
Once I was naked, I dared to slide my hand along his right buttock. Giving him a squeeze, my fingertips dimpled his skin. “Get up!” I barked. “I want your ass in the air.”
Ethan immediately obeyed, and as I knelt behind him, my brain blared a constant warning to stop. But by this point, I was shaking with adrenaline and lust. Misty and I had never fucked; oral was as far as we’d gone. And now, my best friend was offering me his cherry, begging me to take it.
Spreading his cheeks apart, I studied his puckered hole. The area around it was also free of hair, and as Ethan took a deep breath and then slowly released it, I watched that tight opening relax ever so slightly. I thought I could get a finger inside, but my dick? That was another .
As if sensing my uncertainty, Ethan urged, “Give it to me, Justin!”
Leaning closer, I spat on his hole. That filthy act drew a moan from his lips, and I noticed he’d begun trembling beneath my hands. Of course, I knew I should get some Vaseline, but it was impossible to imagine stopping long enough to do so. Ethan and I had set something in motion, both of us determined to see it through. And though I hated to admit it, I was filled with the same desperate need as my friend.
My own shaking only intensified when I brought my tip to Ethan’s hole. I kept waiting for him to change his mind, to lose his nerve, but he just continued pleading for my dick.
Trying to work the head of my cock inside him proved far more challenging than I ever would have thought. At first, my efforts met only with unyielding flesh. “You’re too tight,” I finally choked out. Sweat beaded on my face, but I made no attempt to wipe it away.
“No!” Ethan protested. “Keep going!”
“I might hurt you.”
Turning his face toward me again, Ethan flashed a smile. “I can take it.”
His confidence, bordering on arrogant, made me give a firm thrust. As my tip disappeared inside Ethan’s ass, he let out a yelp. Even in profile, he couldn’t hide his wince.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, even as I prayed he wouldn’t.
“Fuck that!” Ethan replied. “I want every inch!”
So I gave him what he wanted. What I wanted. Slowly, I pushed my way farther inside, gasping at the sight of him taking my entire length. I heard his muffled whimper, and I noticed him biting his lower lip to keep from crying out again.
And then I surrendered to the blissful sensation of being buried deep inside him. He was so hot and tight, his muscles constricting and relaxing as he grew used to the hard intrusion of my dick.
A full minute must have passed while neither of us moved. I was sweating profusely, my breaths coming too fast. Thank God I’d shot my load just a little earlier! Otherwise, I’d probably be filling Ethan’s ass with my cum at that very second.
“Oh my God, I love the way your cock feels!” Ethan moaned. “Fuck my ass! Take it!”
My hips began a hesitant pumping as I simultaneously tried to work up to a steady rhythm and also avoid hurting Ethan any more than I already had. “Jesus, you’re tight!” I rasped out.
He didn’t try to hide his impatience with my halfhearted . “Give me your dick, goddammit!”
Grabbing his hips, I started thrusting faster. The sounds escaping his lips made it clear he loved the way our bodies collided. I watched him lower his head onto my pillow while presenting that gorgeous ass for the taking.
And I took it with a need that both thrilled and terrified me. Staring down between us, I was transfixed by the sight of my dick claiming my best friend’s ass. Relentless in its pumping, it remained encircled by his taut flesh.
Ethan’s moans soon strengthened to cries, and he reached to stroke his dick. “Gonna come!”
“Hurry!” I begged. “I can’t last much longer.”
“Almost there!” Ethan furiously jerked off while issuing cries that sounded pained, yet I saw the rapturous smile on his lips. Finally, he shouted as a fierce shudder coursed through him. I couldn’t suppress my own cry when his muscles tightened all around my cock, again and again. “Gimme your cum!” he groaned. “Breed me, Justin!”
That sounded so filthy, so wrong.
And I loved hearing it.
My nuts had drawn up, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Ethan’s tight ass kept milking my cock, giving me no choice but to surrender to the powerful orgasm awaiting me. My roar drowned out Ethan’s faint moans. I had to wonder if he could feel me emptying my balls inside him.
After he’d drained me dry, my friend lifted his head and let out a laugh full of elation. “You made me come so hard!”
The inevitable embarrassment set in as I carefully withdrew. It shouldn’t have been so exciting for me, I told myself. And of course, Ethan was well aware of how much I’d enjoyed him. There was no hiding from what we’d just done.
While he lay on my bed, mindless of the cum he’d sprayed on the sheet, I hurried to dress. Averting my eyes, I mumbled, “I’m gonna go wash up.”
I spent a long time in the bathroom, washing my face and my pits, and then my dick. I kept glancing at the mirror, as if I’d notice some profound change in my reflection. I looked wideeyed, still a little shocked, but otherwise the same.
By the time I returned to my room, Ethan was fully clothed. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was in pain after our . If he was, his lazy, satisfied smile did a great job of hiding it.
“Sorry about the mess.” He nodded toward the cum stains on my sheet.
I merely shrugged. “I need to wash the sheets, anyway.”
“And I have to head home and get ready for work.” On his way out of my room, he ventured close to me. I braced myself for his touch. “You working later?” he asked.
I looked all around the room. Everywhere but at him. “Yeah, I work to close.”
“What about tomorrow?”
I could have lied and told him I was working then, too. Instead, I replied, “I’m off tomorrow night.”
“Same here.” He stood only inches from me. “Is it okay if I come over?”
Everything had changed, I knew. Ethan didn’t want to come over to play video games or watch a movie in the den. He wanted something else now.
Still, I told him yes, even as I feared that I might want something else, too.
