After Game Night

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe "inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the "innocent."***

To say that I had a rough go of it that night would be a bit of an understatement.

As Nick started the car and drove away, I was whipsawed by about 18 separate, contradictory emotions all at once. My mind was being pulled in so many directions, I couldn't even decide on which emotions I wanted to feel, or should feel. I shut the door and leaned heavily against it. 

So... now what do I do?

At first, I tried to busy myself by cleaning up from Game Night, not from any sense of tidiness but from a need to keep my mind off what had just happened.

It didn't work.

I thought maybe a shower would help calm me down, at least enough so I could catch some sleep. That... also turned out to be problematic. Naked and sudsing myself up, I couldn't help but think of Nick's body... strongly athletic, so much like my own. Remembering the feel of him got juices going... I soon realized I was spending a lot of time soaping up my swollen cock. God... the feeling... I mean, everything we had done was fucking fantastic.

Yet for all that, I couldn't really stay hard; my mind was elsewhere. High among the emotions roller-costering through my mind was guilt... but even there my thinking was fractured. Yes, there was all the expected worrying about what I had done and what that said about me. What did all that mean? What did that mean for my marriage? The guilt flowed freely.

But I was also being consumed by guilt for what I did to Nick. What was he thinking? What I was putting him through? I mean, holy shit... I had just fucked him up his bunghole! Like, something usually considered so unspeakable among straight guys that it was like a fucking cliché for being awful. The lowest of possible lows. The epitome of awfulness. Seriously, how many taunts do we have about a guy getting fucked... or worse, letting himself be fucked? How many times have guys picked fights just implying that such a thing has happened? Would a moment's reflection about what had happened cause Nick to freak out? Did I just blow up a perfectly good friendship? I wish... I wish we could have talked before he left. I wish I knew what Nick was thinking.

What made my anxiety all the worse is knowing just how much I liked it. Fuck... it felt fucking amazing! Like the best sex I'd had since... God knows when! I may be freaking out about it, but was I actually sorry it happened? Should I be? Dammit... I couldn't answer that.

And so, I tossed and turned all night. Even my body was rebelling against me... my mind might have been jumping between guilt, fear, and confusion, but my body had other ideas. It was perfectly content focusing on the good stuff, remembering the incredible sensations of that encounter. This kept me at half-staff all night. And it was nearly impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep with my dick acting like my own personal kickstand.

Morning came. I got up and padded into the kitchen to root around for something to eat, wearing nothing but my underwear and a T-shirt. Another day, I'd probably start the morning by squeezing out a load while watching some online porn. Today...? Ugh. As I chowed down some scrambled eggs, I started thinking about how to reach out to Nick. How long should I wait? What do I even say? Jesus... it was bad enough trying to figure out next steps after fucking a girl. I had no idea how to handle it with a guy... a straight guy, goddammit.

And then, my phone chirped as a text came in. I assumed it was my wife Nan checking in before her day got started--she was at her sister's for the weekend. I walked over to where my phone was charging...

...it was Nick.

Holy shit.

A blast of ice flashed through my body, followed by a glow of heat. Hormones, I figured... but whether it was adrenaline or testosterone, I couldn't say.

Nick's text: "hey man slipped away on errands. u free 2 talk this morn?"

Holy shit.

My heart rate shot up, my face flushed. I could barely control my fingers as I typed back, "yeah man stop by whenever. Lookn forward."

The response was instantaneous. "cool here now"

I barely had a moment to read this when there was a knock at the door.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit.

I stood up almost in a daze, before primal instinct kicked in. My heart racing, I fucking sprinted to the front door and pulled it open.

Nick was there all right, casually dressed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, wearing his favorite baseball hat. Unshaven, with his morning scruff heightening his masculine presence. Good, he looked fucking good.

Nick sheepishly caught my gaze for a briefest of moments before lowering them away from my eyes. He started out in an apologetic voice, words tumbling out in a rush, "Buck, I just wanted to... I'm really.... Look, I'm sorry if I freaked you out last night. I was over the line. I was only...."

At this moment, however, his eyes drifted lower... and locked onto my rock-hard cock, which was massively tenting the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. Whatever apologetic nonsense he was about to spout off died on his lips. He raised his head, locked eyes with me and gave me a Look.

I knew that Look. If I had been a woman and gotten that Look, I would have reached frantically for my mace.

Well, I'm a guy.

I grabbed his T-shirt and violently hauled him inside.

We knocked over furniture in our dash to the bedroom. At the foot of my bed I spun around to face him. There were no words; to my surprise and delight, he was already dropping to his knees. He wrenched down my boxer briefs to free my dick, which was so hard it slapped against my body as he did so. He moved by instinct to go down on me, but hadn't factored in his baseball hat, which ended up stabbing me and blocking his momentum. We both snickered as he tossed it wildly aside--poor treatment of his favorite cap, but I didn't care in the least.

This time he approached me more slowly, clearly taking in the sight of my steel girder of a cock, nestled in a forest of man hair. He... he paused for a second, and buried his face in my bush, right at the base of my cock, and started rolling his head side to side. His hands came up as he did so, slowly, and powerfully running down my flanks. His touch was electric, sending shivers of anticipation dancing across my skin.

He leaned back slightly to look me in the eye, and in a voice raspy with arousal, growled out "Fuuuuuuuck... you smell like sex. Like fucking sex man."

I couldn't form words, but just made some animal sound. He forcefully went in again, going after my hairy balls for all he was worth. Taking one at a time into his mouth, rolling his tongue in grasping circles. Teasing me with obscene licks that sent shudders across my body.

I snarled out a string of gleeful profanities, as my hands instinctively went to his head. With a woman, I`d probably try guiding her to what I wanted. With Nick I had no need; I just reveled in the feel of him. The intimate contact with him. Sharing the moment.

Then Nick got serious.

Nick pulled off my balls and went for my cock, which had been throbbing in time with my pulse. It was desperate for attention. He opened up and swallowed my cockhead down, sucking hard... so hard I let out an explosive gasp. As he sucked, his tongue started rapid circles around the head, before going after the underside of the tip. It was like a whole carnival's worth of sparklers was shooting off in my mind all at once. God DAMN he was good. I was barely able to catch my breath when he changed things up again, opening wide to drive down my shaft. The sensation staggered me, almost making my knees buckle. I don't know what I was yelling out, but it certainly conveyed how stoked I was.

He dove down several time in rapid succession. My body instinctively stated moving in time with him. My hands at his head and shoulders to keep me stable, and I started thrusting back into him... fucking his mouth.

It struck me again, in the wild waves of pleasure that were enveloping me, how different it was being blown by a guy. A guy who fucking knew what a guy needed. And whatever lapses in technique he might have had where completely obliterated by the fact that he was into this as much as I was... maybe more. Something my wife would only do as a personal favor. My gratitude was off the fucking charts.

Well, as they say, turnabout is fair play... and I needed to take care of him in return.
I pulled back, and roughly hauled him to his feet. He gave a slightly protesting growl, until I dropped to my knees and pulled down his shorts. As a passing thought, I realized my buddy was free balling it.

Jesus Fucking Christ... his cock was amazing. I was too dark last night for me to properly take him in. Fuck! Straight as an arrow, stabbing into the air... and just as cocky as Nick himself was. A beautiful tip that was futuristic and sleek. The kind of dick that would make other guys crazy-jealous if they ever saw it at full command.

I had to have it.

I forced him back, getting him to sit bare-assed on the edge of my bed. I pulled off his shorts, freeing them from around his ankles, and got to work. The heady scent of his crotch filled my nose, and goddamn if my dick didn't get harder. Nick was right... that musk was the scent of sex. Reeking with pheromones. But more, it was the scent of... Man. A scent that encompassed the aggression, the stamina, sweat, and the drive of a man. I couldn't get over how much his man musk was fucking with my brain, awaking things inside me I didn't know had been slumbering.

I sucked him down hard, rolling my lips over his cockhead then driving down fast, up and down. Nick hissed his appreciation, "Oh fuck yeah man, GOD I need this!" After a few thrusts, I got overconfident and tried to dive down to his base... to swallow him whole.

Mistake. He hit the back of my mouth and I came back gagging. "Easy, bud! You're doing great. God, you're fucking fantastic!"

I went back to working his cock head in my mouth, but to keep him honest I started roughly jacking him with a firm grip as I did so, twisting my wrist as I slid down his spit-slick shaft. I could feel his whole body shudder as he belted out words of encouragement. After a few minutes, I went hard after his balls, alternately rolling them in my mouth and massaging them roughly. His musk kept driving me crazy. I could see him pull his T-shirt over his head, now naked as the day he was born.

I went back to his dick, sucking as hard as I could. Hard. Relentless. Rapid-fire. How did I never realize how hot it was to actually give a blowjob, not just get one?

Nick, too, was no stranger to the idea it was better to give than to receive. He pulled me up, then got off his ass, slid to his knees and went down on me again. God he was fucking good! He seemed to know instinctively just how I liked getting blown... and more to the point, loved my reaction when he nailed it. I was going crazy with searing, white-hot hunger. This was by far the best blowjob of my life, but I needed more. My dick had a mind of its own, obsessing about the sensation as I fucked him.

I needed his ass. Like nothing I ever needed before.

I reached down, my hands under his armpits, and hauled him to his feet. He looked at me quizzically for a second, then I spun him around and forced him to bend over the edge of the bed, giving me access to what I needed. He hissed out a sound and braced himself....

...and for the first time, I got a good look at his ass. I mean, a real good look at his ass... last night it was dark, and he never flashed his butt at me before spearing himself on my cock.

Fuck... I thought I was horned up before.

I mean, his ass was fucking amazing. I am quite the aficionado of the woman's derriere; the male ass was something else entirely. Squared off and straight rather than curvy, taut rather than soft. His muscles were perfectly formed. And of course, it was hairy. It was covered with a light fur that grew denser at the base, with a shaggy trench that masked his hole behind a thicket of man hair. I was staggered. A woman's backside is alluring, dainty, and seductive. But Nick's was... raw. 

Raw, I mean raw power. Fucking primal. And fucking masculine.

I had never really checked out a guy's butt before. It's weird. At the gym or whatever, you see naked guys as a matter of course. You always subtly, appraisingly, check out his dick... it's the open expression of his masculinity and you can't help but compare yourself. A guy's cock is the thing he is instinctually most proud of, most likely to show off... even if not actively trying to show off. But a guy's butt is... personal. It's his business, something nasty, dirty and ugly; and in my experience, its' something you instinctively look away from to give him some privacy.

But Nick's was... so un-fucking-believably hot. It was spiking animal impulses in me that I couldn't understand, but simply felt. I didn't even realize that I had dropped to my knees behind him to better take it in. "Fuck dude," I growled out hoarsely. "You're so fucking... fuck man, your ass is so... oh FUCK man...." My hands roughly gripped his asscheeks, and I started working them over. 

Nick responded with a moaning growl. "I gotta see your hole!"

My hands pulled him apart, revealing his pucker.

Fuck.

I had always used "asshole" as smear, as a word for the worst thing possible... but there before me, winking at me, I realized an asshole was the hottest thing in the universe.

And then, to my surprise, I caught his scent. Man ass. And it fucking blew my mind. Nick's ball musk had hit me like a sledge hammer... but this was like getting hit with a Mack truck. I guess I thought ass would smell like shit or something, but this was nothing like that. It was... fucking raw. A dark, earthy funk, something more primal than anything I had experienced. Slightly sour. It was fucking MAN scent, pure masculinity in an almost weaponized form. The scent flooded my reptile brain and I swear my cock grew another 2 inches.

Without thinking I drove my face in his asscrack, desperate for more... and I ate that fucker like a lion shredding a wildebeest. A fucking hunger that could never be satisfied.

Somewhere above me Nick yelped in surprise, before letting out an animal sound I had never heard, that finally dissolved into inhuman cries of "FUCKING OH MY GOD!! EAT ME YOU FUCKER EAAAAAAT ME!!!" His body responded by instinct, bucking backwards into my face in a desperate attempt to get me in deeper.

I didn't need his encouragement.

Now, I love eating pussy. Always have. And I'm damn good at it, thank you very much. Well, I brought everything I've ever learned to bear on Nick's ass. I locked my mouth hard on his pucker, moving my tongue and lips together as if I was giving the nastiest French kiss imaginable. Sucking hard on his hole, and driving my tongue in as deep as I could. Then switching to lapping his hole like a dog, up and down his hairy trench. Driving my face in and shaking it, scouring him with my stubble. I wanted it all, and I fucking wanted him to feel it. Always shifting, always driving, always pushing boundaries, making his man-ass fucking sing. His groans of pleasure morphed into something like a thundering Zulu war cry.

Finally, I had enough. His scent still filling my nose, I pulled back and spat violently into my hand. I rubbed it all over my throbbing cock, already wet with a river of precum oozing down my shaft. I never needed to fuck anything that hard in my life.

Of course, I was way too fired up for the rookie in front of me. I fucking jackhammered my cock inside him, and he bit off a searing cry: "AAAAAAHH! Hold up man, give me a second! You have no idea how big you are!"

I conceded nothing, but ran my hands down his back consolably, trying to get him to relax. Fortunately, he was able to adjust quickly, and I stated a steady, insistent drive inside him. Last night wasn't a fluke... this was the best feeling imaginable. I could feel the velvet smoothness of his muscled ass close around my cock with an incredible grip. Tighter than any pussy. Tighter than I would have thought possible. I could feel the tiny ripples of his muscles of his ass trying to adjust to me.

After a few thrusts I hit his spot, and I could feel every muscle in his body respond... it was like his body started shimmering. I started slow, undulating thrusts, and rolling in sensual circles inside him. The effect on Nick was remarkable. Pain clearly gave way to pleasure as he rolled his body in synch with me, as if he was trying to move my dick inside him to hit every part of his body.

Finally, he bucked down hard against me, driving down my cock to its hairy base. He just stayed there for a second, just feeling me, with my hairy bush tickling his hole. Then, slowly, he stood up, backing up so his back was against my hairy chest. He was sweaty, and our skin felt slick between us, even with my chest hair. He reached back, over his head and reaching mine, massaging my scalp and running his fingers strongly though my hair. My arms wrapped around his sweaty torso, running up and down his hairy chest. It was such a fucking moment! I slowly continued to fuck him, letting his ass get used to the invasion.

As intimate as that moment was, I needed more. Much more. After a minute, I roughly threw him down flat on the bed, and then clambered on top of him. I rammed my cock inside him again, with an animal need to fuck his lights out. Propped up by my arms, I fucking hammered him--deep violent blows that drew a string of profanity from him. I grit my teeth and let him have it for several minutes, driven wild by the rush. God, it was like being shot out of a cannon; all power, all rage.

After a few minutes I slammed my body down against him, my chest hair scouring his sweaty back as I continued my assault. There was nothing, nothing that could pull me away... I was like a wolf, just about to run down his prey. Nick was propped up slightly on his elbows, with a pillow under his chest. He had long ago lost the ability to communicate in human speech; he was left with nothing but letting loose a blast of grunts, shouts, and moans as I continued to pound his hole.

And then, something surprised me. We were... together. Close together, our hairy, sweaty skin sliding against each other. My stubbled chin was nestled between his neck and shoulder, close enough that we could feel each other's panting. Nick turned his head slightly toward me, and I slightly turned to meet him, so that our scruffy cheeks brushed against each other. It was a... bristling pain but... I fucking loved it. It was again an unexpected reminder that I was fucking a man. This was such an intensely masculine moment, in feel and intensity so unlike anything I'd done with a woman. It hit me... I'd never felt so... close to another guy before. Physically, obviously... but also... emotionally. I felt a connection with Nick, and his masculinity. In that moment I stopped rage-fucking him, slowing to a steady pace, savoring the drag of my cock deep inside him. I closed my eyes, and let the feeling wash over me.

In that slow, intense moment, Nick turned slightly more... and his lips brushed the corner of my mouth.

Holy fuck.

He repeated the gesture. Insistent. And to my astonishment I turned my head to meet him. It was a brush of a kiss, awkward from the angle. Just the corners of our mouths. But it was earth-shattering. Something powerful boiled up from deep inside me, and I pulled back and tore into his ass with the most violent fuck of my life. There was nothing but the need for release. To breed that fucker beneath me and make him mine. I slammed into him relentlessly, my mind screaming in need.

My vicious assault had an instantaneous effect on Nick. I could feel the tell-tale spasms arcing throughout his body, and after a moment he let lose an unholy howl as he started to shoot a massive load into my sheets. His ass griped me like a pneumatic compressor, and my howl joined to his. My whole body erupted in release, as it felt like I shot a gallon of red-hot lava into him. Every fucking muscle of my body clenched and it felt like my dick was going to fucking explode. I never came so hard in my life.

I kept going, my body on autopilot. I continued thrusting, as his ass milked every drop of spunk from my cock. I was so fired up, I barely got soft. Normally, I get super sensitive after cumming, but inside Nick, it didn't matter... I just wanted to keep feeling the wet heat of his ass.

Finally, I slowed, and realized I had been grabbing on to Nick hard enough to leave bruises. I hated to let go of the moment, but slid off of him, onto my side. He similarly shifted to his side, so we were looking at each other. Face to face. Panting. Sweat running down our faces. God... right then, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

There was... something... hanging between us. We were close. Our cocks, still very much thick and engorged, snaked around each other. The hair of our bushes intertwined. Our faces were so, so close... with Nick's gaze both bright and intent. If I had been with a woman, I would have instinctually leaned in for a kiss. But I didn't. I... I couldn't. I mean, he was a dude. Yeah it was fucking hot when he leaned in to brush his lips against mine as I fucked him, but this was... I dunno, a step too far. Years of conditioning blocked me from making a move. That would be... too... personal. Too intimate. And in a weird way, too... well, gay.

But that was crazy. A kiss was gayer than fucking him up the ass? But... dammit. Why the hell was I overthinking things? How could I leave my buddy hanging?

I tried a different approach. I leaned in with my mouth... but instead of meeting his lips, I moved lower to meet his nipples.

Fuuuuuuuck, it was perfect. I was still completely unused to the male body, and loved the chance to explore. In fact, this was yet another reminder of how different it was getting it on with another guy. My whole frame of reference in this situation was a set of tits--soft, handfuls of goodness that were ready to be played with.

Nick's chest was different--hard, strong... powerful. With muscles that gave it a completely different feel. Plus the hair, adding texture that tickled and scraped my face. And Nick was fucking sweaty. I mean, I had joked with countless women about "sweating up the sheets," but there was no comparison with a hard-driving, active male that had just powered through an extremely athletic fuck. The salt of his sweat provided a fantastic taste as I suckled his nips.

Nick groaned appreciatively and slid onto his back, and I went to work on him, using my mouth to turn him on. In truth, despite having just shot a load minutes ago, I was still waaaaaaay too fired up to slow down. Instead of cooling down I realized I was firing us both up. He seemed to love the feel of my scruff dragging across his chest, and I shifted between sucking him and scraping him, loving the reaction of his body.

As I was making wide circles around him, I suddenly was hit with another idea--one I would never, ever have considered even a couple of days ago. But I was hungry, and fascinated with his body. His raw masculinity was sparking primal responses of my own. I kept going with my mouth, upwards... and purely by animal instinct, buried my face in his hairy armpit.

FUUUUUCK.

The scent triggered me. Again. Sweat, pheromones... I had no idea, but it drove me fucking crazy. I started working him with my mouth, again and again... nuzzling him, licking him, sucking him, desperate for more. And Nick was right there with me. I could feel his cock had snapped back to it full height, screaming with excitement. He was verbally screaming too, biting off explosive growls as he leaned into me. His other hand swung over and started roughly massaging me, his strong fingers digging hard into my flesh. God I was in heaven.

It only lasted for a minute or two, but I had clearly launched Nick into the stratosphere. I was surprised, and thrilled, when he abruptly disentangled himself, rolled me sharply on my back, jerked my legs apart and positioned himself between them. I had no time to react, to even consider what he was doing. With a steely look on his face, he wrenched up my hips, forcing my knees toward my chest.

And then he fucking dove face-first into my hairy ass.

I fucking howled louder than an entire pack of wolves.

HOLY SHIT! Is that what it felt like when I ate him? HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! It was completely surprising, and completely overwhelming. His tongue was everywhere, hitting hot spots I never even guessed I had. I had always thought of my ass as a one-way waste-chute, nothing more. But it was more... so much more. My ass was a primal pleasure zone unlike anything I could imagine.

Nick's tongue was sending lighting that blasted across my whole body. I was squirming, writhing, as my body tried to make sense of the sensations. This was raw pleasure on a scale I had never experienced. And the fucking force of him as attacked me, driving me back on the bed. I slammed my hands down hard onto the bed, with a rasping grip that twisted and tore at the sheets.

Nick pulled back, and spat into his hand. Oh fuck... he was gonna actually do it. My bud was seriously about to drive his dick in me. My mind raced, nervous but filled with need. If his tongue could do all that to my ass, I had to feel his cock. There might have been some reservations in the back of my mind, but I brushed them aside, too hungry with raw need. My cock was standing as hard and fat as a sequoia.

Kneeling down, Nick hoisted my legs up so that my ankles on his shoulders. He lined up is cock against my hairy pucker, and pushed in. It took a second, but with a pop his cockhead broke my resistance and dug deep.

We both made inhuman sounds--he in sexual triumph, me in pain. It was like an ice-cold, stabbing sensation that shot up my spine and made every muscle in my body clamp down at once. Mercifully, Nick had experience with what I was going through. "It's ok, buddy!" he said encouragingly. It was like my high school coach working with me to play through the pain. "It's gonna hurt like a motherfucker, but it gets better. You just have to relax. Push out, like you're taking the world's biggest dump... it will help. And keep breathing. Nice and steady. Keep breathing. You're doing great! You're so fucking hot, man... fucking HOT!"

I didn't trust myself to answer him, but followed his advice. It still was a sharp pain, but I think I was getting used to it. Nick helped by reaching down and stroking my dick, which had wilted as his dick ripped through my hole. I started to relax, and he started gently rocking inside of me, motions that helped relax the muscles. The motion... well, I can't quite explain it, but it awoke something inside me. There was still pain, but there was... something... else. Like a warmth. Inside me. It was... unlike anything else.

As this new sensation started tickling my consciousness, he did something else to take my mind off the pain. He gently flexed my leg, bringing my foot closer to his face. And then with a look of pure hunger, he started rubbing the sole my foot against his face, running his lips against the skin. 

I.... FUUUUUUUCK... that felt so fucking GOOOOOOOOOD. His stubble.... What the hell was he.... 

Oh GOD, I would have thought it would have tickled. But at that moment it was the most incredibly sensual thing I had ever experienced.

And then he then took my toes in his mouth and sucked them.

Fuck. That did it. Between the gentle thrusts of his dick inside me, his hand on my rapidly-growing cock, and his tongue on my toes, my body quit resisting him and Nick sank deep inside me. As he went, I could fucking feel his cockhead moving inside me. Insistent. Exciting my nerves.
And then he hit something, and I fucking launched. My breath blew out in a gasp and my back arched. Nick gave me a satisfied leer, and growled, "I think I found your magic spot!"

"Fuck yeah, man... there! Oh GAWD!!"

Nick smiled hungrily. "Wait `til you feel this!"

He started a series of short, but determined thrusts, running his cockhead back and forth against my spot. I started losing bodily control. That warmth I had felt before had become... like liquid golden light. Light that radiated from inside me, flooding every part of my body. Whatever residual pain from him popping my cherry was completely overwhelmed by this golden light, which kept building. And building. I didn't even know what to do, it was almost terrifying in its intensity. Like being 3/4 of the way to cumming, but instead of shooting it just kept going. Every hair on my body was standing as straight as my cock. I was rolling, writhing... my head snapping from side to side. And still the light grew.

Nick dropped my legs off his shoulders and leaned in so that we were face to face. He growled, "And now, we're gonna try this." He nearly pulled all the way out, and then thrust in deep, driving his cock all the way in. I made a sound that I though was going to set off all the car alarms on the block. He long-dicked me again and my body had an identical reaction.

And now, seeing I was fully ready, Nick really gave it to me... five hard driving, rapid fire thrusts that shattered my mind. I was losing it... this was mind-blowing sex on another level from anything I had experienced before. The golden light inside me was now roaring like an inferno, burning brighter and hotter each time he pounded me.

Along with the blinding light inside me, there came another sensation too: absolute euphoria. I was swept up with a sense of... love unlike anything I had ever felt. Deep, primal connection. God, at that moment, Nick could have asked me anything and I would've done it... sign over my house, change religions, even sell my grandma off for medical testing. Seeing Nick's ruggedly handsome face, his bright eyes... I was swept up in something....

I grabbed his head, pulled him down, and kissed him so violently that it was like I was clobbering him with a crowbar.

And that's all it took. In a flash we were desperately making out with each other, like two battleships colliding in a storm. There was no tenderness, no romance... just shared, unquenchable sexual need. Our tongues dueled for position as mouths mashed against each other, as if we were hyenas fighting over a kill. Sweat from his face ran down into mine, our breaths coming out in explosive pants. And still he relentlessly plowed me, giving no quarter. And I realized I was fucking him back just as hard. His mouth grinding against mine, his cock a mile or so up my hungry ass.

It was all too much. I could feel--really feel--my load building deep in my balls and the light inside me suddenly became a nuclear explosion. I completely lost it, given over to the biggest orgasm I had ever had. My lungs tore out a howling wail, and everything went pure white. Though I had shot just a few minutes before, I blasted out huge ropes of cum that splattered everywhere, coating Nick's and my chests and even splashing my face.

As I shot, I could feel my ass clench hard around Nick's dick. The pressure triggered him as well. He ground his face into the crook of my neck, which somewhat muffled his banshee cry. I could feel every muscle in his body tense. The pounding, rhythmic thrusts of his cock collapsed into a flurry of desperate, twisting lunges as he unleashed a gallon of spunk inside me.

We were desperate to hold onto that moment. Nick was still inside me, slowing his thrusts but continuing to churn his cum. I went after his neck, sliding my mouth across his skin, sliding my tongue around while my hands roamed his sweaty back. He did the same, but slowly we repositioned ourselves so we were properly making out, mouth to mouth... absolutely lost in each other. The intensity of the afterglow of having unbelievable sex didn't fade, as feelings of exhausted bliss kept washing over us.

Finally, after our shared heartbeat, breathing, and dick size dropped back to normal, we collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was quiet... too quiet.

And then, Nick broke the ice. Without even looking at me, he spoke... asking the question that had been on both our minds since last night:

"Buck? What the fuck are we doing?"