Married Hole

Hope you enjoy this installment. The next one will be a bit longer, but I thought this was important first. Feedback is more than welcome.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sunlight creeps in from beneath blinds that I hadn’t fully closed. I stretch out underneath the sheets, my muscles aching with the movement as my thoughts begin to quicken.

Knock. Knock.

“I’m coming!” I shout out, knowing they probably can’t hear me as I drag myself upright and begin to stagger my way to the front door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Alright already,” I announce as I pull the door open and squint at the unwelcome guest. “I’m up.”

“I can see that,” my best friend says as he pushes my door open and exposes my body to his hungry gaze. “I haven’t slept yet. Can I come in?”

His eyes don’t leave my morning wood, normally I’d have scurried out of sight since I’m only wearing a loose pair of boxers, the material being stretched by my erection, but I figure he’s seen more than this.

I sigh and make space for him to enter.

“Coffee?” He asks, offering me a takeaway cup, and I take it eagerly then follow him into my living room. “I figured we should talk.”

He looks nervous, but his eyes move across my naked chest and back down to the swollen bulge, which refuses to go down with all the attention he’s giving it. I take in the sight of him, still wearing yesterday’s clothes with hair that’s been hastily put into some semblance of order.

He hasn’t been home yet.

“You...okay?” I ask as I sit next to him, and he turns his body on the couch to lean forward, taking a sip of his own coffee in the silence of the room.

“Yeah, I just...needed to check on you.” His eyes finally move away from me, and he’s glancing around the room as he tries to find his words. “I didn’t expect that to happen last night. Nobody knows I’ve cheated.”

Except the men you’ve cheated with, I think. Now he can’t even look at me.

“Mitch can’t know.” Oh. “He’s so sweet. I really do love him, I just have this urge sometimes.” The words begin flowing out of him. “I can’t even explain it. It’s like this itch, this craving, I try to ignore it but it just gets worse.” His fingers begin picking at the takeaway cup’s lid, breaking the plastic around the rim. “It would break him and I don’t want that.” His eyes lock onto mine. “Please, will you keep my secret?” A desperate, pleading need fills his eyes and I know I’ll do it. I’ll lie to my best friend’s husband.

“Of course,” I say softly, and he instantly throws his arms around my neck, pulling our bodies together. I barely manage to keep my coffee from spilling as I let my arms rest on his back and I just hope he’s done the same. Seconds pass and I feel his chin shift, his face coming to my neck, as the hug continues. “Fuck, you reek of sex.”

I try to break the building tension with a joke and it makes him chuckle against me, but he doesn’t go to move at all.

“Yeah I...haven’t exactly showered yet.” His voice is low, and I feel every word as a tickle of breath against my neck. My cock lurches in my boxers. “Your workmate was so fucking horny.” I let my free hand flatten against him, sliding down to the small of his back. “His load is still in me,” Justin’s voice drops to a growl, “if you want to taste it.”

Fuck.

My heart thuds against my chest and I’d be shocked if he can’t feel it. My throat feels dry, I know I should tell him to get off me, to go home to his husband and try to control himself.

I breathe in deep as his lips meet my neck. He smells of sweat and cum, and I slide my free hand down and up to reach into his shirt, stroking his flesh as his body draws in closer to mine.

He sucks gently at my neck and I can’t help but moan.

He pulls away suddenly and a whine slips out of my throat without thinking about it.

Taking my coffee out of my hand, he places both of our drinks on the coffee table and yanks his shirt over his head, grinning feverishly at me the whole time.

Leaning forward, his eyes on mine and his smile stretching his mouth, our lips connect and I realise I’m holding my breath. His mouth begins to move softly, gently, rubbing against mine, and I open to him as his tongue moves into my mouth.

Stroking my tongue with his, our mouths work together before his lips abandon mine only to return to my neck.

Kissing me below my ear he finds my sensitive spot, my whole body shuddering at my best friend’s touch, before he kisses his way down to my collarbone where he sucks at my flesh.

Planting a hand in the middle of my chest, he pushes me back and moves his body over mine, and then his mouth finds my nipple.

“Ah!” I gasp, panting as he sucks, his teeth connecting for a sharp pang before he’s sucking at the flesh there, and my body writhes beneath him.

I can feel myself leaking.

I almost jump when his face moves to push into my armpit, and I hear him huffing deeply, struggling not to push him away with how sensitive I feel. I think he noticed my body tense, as he doesn’t linger long before he works his way down my body, his lips and tongue tracing a trail down to my belly button.

Sitting back up, I watch as he gazes at my bulging boxers once more, reverent need painted across his face.

His hands reach out hesitantly, and slowly-painfully slowly, as if I’ll stop him the moment he makes contact-his fingers touch my skin and slide into the top of my waistband.

Peeling my boxers down, he reveals my dark red bush and then the pale flesh at the base of my cock, slowly moving them down until I finally bounce free.

Like an animal he pounces, his face burying itself into my bush as he takes hold of my throbbing flesh, and I hear him breathing me deep into his lungs.

He moans as he breathes out, and then his nose is pushing at my nuts, taking in the smell of me before he begins to lap at my balls.

Moaning, he’s licking at them, tasting my sweat and musk before he sucks one and then the other in, holding them and pulling gently away from me, adding just enough pressure to feel so good.

Looking down at Justin, my best friend’s eyes are closed in bliss as his cheeks bulge with my nuts. Half his face is covered by the sight of my cock, a 7 inch pillar of circumcised flesh, pulsing in his hand as precum flows from the tip.

With a moan he lets my balls slip from his mouth, his eyes fluttering open and fixing straight on the sight of my drooling cock.

With an easy, clean movement, he envelops me down to the base and I have to throw my head back and just moan.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” I pant when I come back to my senses, reaching down to stroke his smooth black hair as he slides up and down on my meat. Looking down at him he looks back up, his eyes meeting mine as his lips stretch around me, spit pooling in my ginger pubes. “You really wanted this, huh?”

“Mmmf,” he answers, not taking his mouth off me.

“You’ve been hungry for years, haven’t you?” His pace quickens as he watches me, and his fingers dig into my thighs as he moans. “I wish I’d noticed. Could have fed you this cock long before now.”

His eyes flutter closed as his mouth sinks back down, his lips pressing against me, his throat swallowing around me, making me feel so good.

He pulls off, panting, and my cock is dripping with his spit, every vein and ridge shining in the morning light.

“You taste so good,” he mutters and lower his face back down to my nuts, lapping at me as his hand wraps around my cock and slides up and down. I let my legs fall apart without thinking and then he’s pushing at my thighs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders as he continues stroking me without missing a beat.

He nuzzles his nose under my nuts as his tongue continues lapping at the tender flesh of my taint. I can’t help but pull my legs back, exposing my hole to my best friend, and I cry out as his tongue makes contact.

He swipes his tongue up and down my entrance, his grip tightening as he tastes my sweat, and his lips form a seal around my hole. His tongue begins to circle, pressing closer towards my entrance, the pressure building as his tongue thrusts against my hole.

Sucking against my flesh as he pushes his tongue further into my tightness, I moan as I feel my orgasm beginning to build.

He pulls away, sitting up and panting, looking down at me as my cock pulses in the air suddenly abandoned.

Watching me with an intensity I’ve never seen on his face, Justin moves his hand between my legs, and his finger begins pressing against my hole. It feels like the tip is about to pop inside of me when it withdraws slightly and he starts moving around my hole, stroking circles into the flesh there, and I just want him to push it into me.

His lips wrap around my cockhead and he moans at the taste of me, his tongue swiping at the flowing precum as he sucks at me and presses his finger back towards my hole so slowly.

“Ahh, fuck!” I yell when it finally pushes into me and he slides all the way back down onto my cock. I’m shocked his finger doesn’t hurt, not like he’s got big fingers but I haven’t felt anything inside of me for so long.

His finger begins rocking, back and forth, further out and back in to the knuckle as he noisily slurps at my cock, stroking it with his lips and sucking me.

His free hand moves up and he pinches my nipple, making my back arch with the sharp shock, and I spread my legs wider. It feels like his finger’s sinking deeper into me, but it doesn’t feel deep enough.

I grab his skull with both hands, my fingers sliding into his hair, and I hold him in place as I buck my hips, feeling my cock pushing into his throat with every thrust up and then his finger filling me on every thrust back.

I want to growl at him when his finger withdraws, and I hold his head in place with my cock buried all the way down his throat, feeling the muscles working overtime.

He’s forgiven when I feel pressure against my hole again, and I release his head as he sinks two fingers into me. This time there is pain, as the wideness of his digits stretch me further, but before long both fingers are sliding deeper and I push back to feel more.

With a slurping noise, his lips release my cock and he takes it into his hand and begins moving quickly. It doesn’t take longer for his fingers to match the pace of his stroking, pumping into me, and I feel my balls tightening as my toes curl, mindless moans filling the room as I surrender to the feelings my best friend’s building within me.

“Gonna cum for me, buddy?” He asks, the wet sound of his hand on my flesh in time with his words. “Gonna give me that load?” I ever thought I’d hear these words from him.

Or anybody except for my husband.

“Fuck! Yes!” I yell out and then my cum is flying, his fingers pushing deep into me and stopping there as my ass squeezes against him, my entire body locking as I have one of the best orgasms in my life.

I feel my cum splashing against my cheek, my neck, my chest, and then his lips are back on the head of my cock, drinking it from the source as his eyes watch my face.

When the world comes back into focus and my body relaxes, he slips his fingers out of me and brings his mouth back to mine.

“You taste so good,” he whispers, and then his lips are on mine. I open my mouth to feel his tongue moving back into me, the taste of my own seed on him, filling my senses before he breaks away too quickly.

Licking at the side of my face, he laps up the cum there and sits up to look down at me as he swallows and begins scooping it up from my torso, sucking me off his fingers and drinking me down.

My cock didn’t even have time to go soft but it’s already hard again.

And Justin definitely noticed.

Moving up to straddle me, planting his knees on either side of my body, Justin lowers his chest against mine and his lips find mine again. Reaching back, he positions my cock between his ass cheeks, and as we begin to make out he rocks his hips back and forth.

Our kiss deepens as I feel his hardness leaking, trapped between our stomachs, and my own cock is rubbing at his hole.

“I was disappointed I didn’t get to feel your cum inside of me,” he whispers when our kiss is broken. “Do you think we can change that?” He asks, and the need in his voice is utterly naked to me as he grinds his cock between us.

I feel my leaking cock against his hole. It would be so easy for him to reach back and position himself…

“We can’t. I can’t.” I don’t fuck raw, even with my husband we use them on the rare occasions I fuck him. It’s something he’s never been comfortable with, and I respect that. I definitely can’t cheat on him without condoms.

I shouldn’t even be doing this.

“That’s okay, buddy. Maybe one day.” He whispers and our lips are back together, our tongues flowing between each other’s mouths, our desperate kisses building as I clutch his body close and pump my hips up, feeling my leaking cock sliding against his eager hole.

“Fuck!” He heals out as he sits up, and I realise his phone has been buzzing away. Reaching down without breaking contact, he continues rocking his hips back and forth as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and answers the call.

“Hey baby,” he says as he plants a hand in the centre of my chest while rolling his hips faster. “Sorry I just woke up.” He’s watching me as he speaks with his husband Mitch.

He reaches for my hand and moves it to his own cock, then places it back on my chest as I begin to stroke him.

“Fuck really, that was today?” He asks as I pump his meat. “No that’s fine, I think Jake’s up too. I’ll jump in the shower and grab a quick snack.” His cock is a good thick 6 inches, and he’s leaking like a faucet as I stroke him. “I’m not going to be long.”

I feel like he’s speaking to me as he says that, his body tensing, and I keep my grip firm as I increase the pace.

“Okay, I love you. I’ll see you soon.” His eyes are on mine, and the moment he ends the call he roars and unleashes his load across my body. “Fuck!”

Leaning down, he laps at his own cum and then kisses me again. I don’t hesitate to open my mouth as his load drips into me from his mouth, but soon enough it has to end.

“Mitch’s brother’s in town with his wife, we’re meant to grab lunch and go to an exhibit.” Justin clambers off me and stretches, his cock jutting out from him, cum dripping off the end. He looks down at me with a wicked smirk. “I should probably clean myself off.”

I can’t believe I’m still hard as I hear the shower running. I pull my boxers back on and a singlet for good measure, and then he’s clean and giving me a lingering kiss before he goes.

“Thank you so much,” he whispers when the kiss ends. “Let’s do it again.”

And then I’m alone again. With the taste of cum on my tongue, the smell of sex in the air.

And I’m still horny as fuck.