Ashtray Mouth

Ashton was a large lumbering lad. He reminded me of Benjamin Buford, Bubba Blue from the Forrest Gump movie. He had the same extended bottom lip and dumb expression on his face. Because of this, the kids at school gave him the nickname, Ashtray Mouth. This nickname was always, cited behind his back, because of his intimidating size. Ashton, however, was not disturbed by this moniker, and being six-foot-six-tall, nothing daunted him. In addition, weighing over two hundred and seventy pounds, he never got mocked to his face. 

Ashton, unlike Bubba Blue, was a successful student at school, and his grades were good enough to ensure a university education. He was an only child and lived with his mother. His biological father had never taken responsibility for his actions and thus, never played a part in his upbringing. His mother made a reasonable living, and although they were not well off, they were definitely not poor. In addition, Ashton’s grandparents had left a substantial amount in their will, to ensure Ashton received a good education.

Because of Ashton’s remarkable body size, the football coach at school tried his best to entice Ashton to join the team. Ashton, however, was not interested at all.

Although Ashton and I were the weirdest best friends at school, he was as black as the ace of spades, and with my red hair looking like the queen of hearts. We never had stayovers at one another’s homes. I adored Ashton, and despite being a wussy five-foot-four-inches-tall, no one at school ever gave me any shit. Falling under the auspices of an ebony protector, my wellbeing got guaranteed. We must have seemed like the unlikeliest couple of friends in the world.

After graduating, Ashton and I attended the same university. We shared accommodation in a small apartment that halved our parent’s expenses. Unlike Ashton, I had contact with my father, even though my parents had divorced a few years earlier. An added bonus was that my dad had restored an old VW beetle for me, so we even had transport.

Finally living together, a number of new revelations got revealed. I had always been aware that Ashton perspired substantially. What I did not know, was that this bordered on hyperhidrosis. This revelation then finally explained his reluctance to sporting activity.

We had both been well trained by our mothers and cooking, and cleaning got comfortably shared. The thing that surprised me most, however, was how affectionate Ashton became. Even though I had realized I was gay, I had never seen him in a romantic light, assuming that he was straight.

I had never harboured interracial fantasies and had never had pigmentation paralysis. Ashton was simply my friend simple as that, and my affection was purely based on my friendship with him. He was a great person! Even our mothers had become great friends.

One evening as we watched television, I fell asleep after an intense day at college. As I awoke later, his ample lips traversed my forehead, as I lay ensconced by his arm.  Stunned, I sat frozen, wondering what was happening. As I lethargically looked up at him, he said, “Jesus, I love you, Niall.”

“I love you too,” I awkwardly answered.

“No, no… I really love you,” he uttered fervently.   

“Mmmm… Oh,” I stammered.

With passion in his voice and his hot breath traversing my face, Ashton declared, “I have always been in love with you; will you give me a chance?”

“Why have you never told me before?” I blurted.

“Because I have been waiting for this moment. Besides, look at us… I am a sweaty and ugly oaf, and you are the most beautiful golden boy in the world. Why would you put up with Ashtray Mouth?” Ashton sniggered derisively.

“Well, to me, you are everything I could never be. You are the most wonderful specimen of masculine virility,” I countered.

“Yeah, but I bet you never thought of me sexually,” he challenged.

I remained quiet for several moments, before responding, “Ashton… That is only because I never believed you could be gay… Simple as that!” I countered.

“So, you find me attractive?” he questioned.                                          

“Absolutely!” I responded.

“You are not just bullshitting me not to hurt my feelings?” Ashton counteracted.

“Fuck, no,” I entreated.

Before I could continue, his bulbous lips covered my mouth. I was in a state of disbelief, as his thick tongue lashed around my mouth.

As horniness swamped my body, I happily allowed his invasion. I had not ever imagined this would occur and was stunned by what was happening.

As if in slow motion, his huge frame easily encased my body, before I got swamped beneath him on the sofa.  

“Just let me know if this gets too much for you,” he sensually mumbled.

I was in a state of surprised delirium, but lustfully compliant. Apart from his mass, Ashton’s moistening excitement was turning me on incredibly. As his t-shirt dampened, his forehead began to bead with perspiration, which soon commenced dripping on my face. This in addition to the voluminous saliva he was producing was turning my suppression into a quagmire of bliss.

My life began to change at that moment, and excessive body fluids would forever become like an aphrodisiac to me.

In answer to his earlier statement, I merely whimpered my willing compliance.

When we finally arose from the sofa, Ashton looked like he had just got out from under a shower, fully clothed. His head glistened with sweat, and the infamous ashtray lips were dripping with spit. As he lifted his arm to wipe the spittle away, I pushed his arm aside, before my lips attacked his slick mouth feverishly.

As we groped one another, our clothing disappearing off our bodies. Ashton’s t-shirt was so damp, that I literally had to peel it off his body. When we got down to our underwear, he again wrapped me in his arms. I was amazed to find that despite his swampy embrace, the odour of his body was not as ripe as I would have imagined. There certainly was a masculine tang, but it was not off-putting.

As we had denuded, however, I had observed his moobs with bulging nipples. Much as I loved the ‘ashtray’ conquering my mouth, I could wait to suck on his protruding teats. As I moved my head down into the fuzzy fluff on his torso, my lips finally located one of the bulbous nipples I was yearning for. As I commenced suckling, a low rumbling groan of contentment vibrated from his bounteous lips.    

As I nibbled on his mudder (male udder), my curious hand could no longer refrain from fondling the bulbous crotch that had rubbed against me earlier. As my hand entered the soggy boxers he was wearing, a clammy log of smooth lumber greeted my grasp. The girth of his silky ‘timber,’ would have impressed a lumberjack. Nervously, I began to develop psychogenic angst wondering how my pucker would cope.

After my head moved back and forth on his nipples for a short while, the ‘ashtray’ once more claimed my lips. As I dangled off the front of him as his giant hands carried me towards his lair. Once I got placed on his three-quarter bed, which was ample for me but diminutive for him, my sodden lover once more cocooned me in his dankness. His actions were not overtly aggressive, but effusively overwhelming. I cooed and squeaked ecstatically as I got smothered by his perspiring bulk. I was so high on dampness by now, that I would not have cared if I drowned. The rivulets of sogginess splashing on me were making me pulsate with lust as I bathed in his masculinity.

“Make me your bitch,” I managed to gag as his tongue and lips splattered over my mouth.

Turning me over, Ashton quickly dispensed with our underwear, before again swathing my body. As his enormous cock slithered between my buttocks, his perspiration plopped on the back of my head like a Chinese torture device.

“This is going to hurt,” he panted, as he positioned his knob on my pucker.

“I don’t ca…” I tried to say as his hand clamped over my mouth and his cock gorged into me.

Incapacitated, I had no option other than to accept the pain. It was fuckin’ sore and I instantly regretted my bravado. My arse felt like it had got ripped apart as I shuddered beneath him fully impaled.

“Just relax, buddy, the hurt will soon be over,” he gushed before feverishly licking the side of my face.

I recall blacking out, and I am not sure how much time passed before I once more gained consciousness. Thankfully, as this happened, the pain was subsiding.

“Are you okay?” I heard between licks and droplets.

“Nnnh, please just hold still for a short while longer,” I pleaded.

“Sure… Jesus, your fuckin’ hole is so tight, Niall, it's fuckin’ awesome,” he groaned between lustful licking.

As my agony turned to numbness, relief washed over me. Very slowly, as my arse tingled back to life I felt a lustful spark begin to ignite. With all my strength, I commenced wiggling my backside.

Without words, Ashton now started undulating his huge rump as his log began rhythmically to move in and out of me. What had been torture was turning into unbelievable bliss, negating all earlier distress.

“Are you okay?” Ashton asked.

“Yes… Pleaaase, do not rush… I don’t want this to end,” I stammered.

“Mmmm,” he replied before his lips and tongue continued daubing my head, neck, and shoulders.

Ashton’s continuous grunts and groans now became like the sweetest music to my ears as I continued wallowing in his escalating humidity. It was the heavenliest experience of my entire life.

As his torso moved up and down and he varied his pace, I meowed like a contented feline.

After what seemed like a delightful eternity, he said, “I’d better cum before I drown you, baby.”

“Nooo,” I pleaded.

With a laugh, he answered, “This is just the beginning… Thousands of chapters will follow, baby. You belong to me now.”

Ashton’s final few thumps were manic as he almost winded me, and I could feel the deluge pumping into me. As he slumped onto me it was like a dead weight, and I had difficulty breathing.

As Ashton gingerly lifted later, I felt his measured withdrawal from my arse. Next, he pushed my legs apart as far as possible as he lifted my backside before inspecting my pucker.

“Whew… Are you okay, because your butthole is very swollen,” he exclaimed. “Fuck, baby, I think I had better lick it.”

As his lips suctioned onto my puffy pussy, like a piston, his fat pink slug slurped in the bloated folds. By now, I was beyond horny, and I feverishly commenced tugging my dick. “

“Mmmm, this tastes good,” he gushed.

“I also want some,” I hysterically demanded.

Instantly, Ashton turned me onto my back, and after pulling my torso upward against him with my legs in the air, he started vacuuming my arse. As I continued tugging on my dick, I looked up into his face. Soon, regurgitated cum, started trickling from his lips and into my mouth. I was in ecstasy, as my own cum also splashed on my face, infusing with his salivary seed and droplets of sweat.

As an exhausted Ashton asked if he could lie on his back, I quickly arose and honoured his wish. What he was not expecting, however, was the attack from me that now got underway. After jumping on him, my head got stuck into his crotch. I now got a close-up of the reason for my earlier persecution. Apart from the devastating log, his balls, which I attack first, were spectacular. Snorting like a pig, my tongue, lips, and nose snuggled silky folds excitedly as I worshipped at his manhood.

After lapping the ball sack, my defeated mouth tried its best to encompass the girth of his dick. Although I only managed the top of his glans. Doing my best, my tongue at least managed to sample the damp tang of our earlier exploits. As I went about my business, I was in awe as to how my backside had coped.

My attention now got drawn to his mudders once more. For the next several minutes, my mouth again moved from side to side. As I did so, Ashton groaned contentedly as his hands moved behind his head.

On an impulse, I decided that his armpits would be my next port of call. As my face nestled in the fuzzy clamminess of his left pit, Ashton started hyperventilating with ecstasy. The taste was not as hectic as I had feared, but tangy, nonetheless. Having begun this procedure, the right pit soon followed. This would, after that become a standard practice in our sex life. Ashton got incredibly turned on by this, and it became an ignition switch after that, not that he needed too much encouragement. 

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked once my job got completed.

“Yeah… Do you want me to show you how much?” he asked.

I never got to answer the question, before I was tossed on my back. Without pause, his ‘abusive’ dick once more got slammed into my arse.

As the ashtray latched onto my mouth, his hips went into overdrive as I yelped. The die had been cast.