My Best Friend Marcus

Marcus walked ahead of me into his bedroom, opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He then laid down on the bed facedown. I hesitated a moment, then climbed on the bed, crawling over him. He may not be into this sexually, but I decided that I wanted him to have some of the feeling that I had experienced in our times together. I laid down over his back and began kissing his neck. He groaned appreciatively, and felt him begin to relax. I raised up on my knees, sitting on his round and perfect ass, as I began to massage his upper back. I continued working his back, feeling him relax more and I worked my way down. Soon, I had moved down to massage his lower back, and then his glutes. As I was rubbing his ass with my hands, I grabbed both cheeks, separating them to see my first glimpse of his hole.

I moved down and worked on his upper thighs, continuing to massage and relax him. As I massaged his legs, I slowly worked to move them apart, so that I found myself on my knees between his legs. He readjusted so that he pushed his cock and balls so they were pointing down between his legs. His cock was hard; maybe he was getting into this. I leaned down and licked his cockhead, then up the shaft, across his balls, to his taint. Going a little further, my tongue made contact with his hole for the first time. Looking up his back as I did that, I watched his head jerk up and he said, “Fuck! Do that again!”

I licked across his hole again, then began circling the rim of it. I zeroed in on the center of his hole with my tongue and pressed. He groaned as I felt him relaxing his hole, punctuated throughout with various cuss words. He was enjoying getting rimmed!

I grabbed the bottle of lube that he had laid on the bed, used some on my finger, and pressed my finger against, and into, his ass. He clenched up, but then relaxed again pretty quickly. I added more lube and inserted it again, moving my finger in and out, getting him used to the sensation. As I felt him relax, I added a second finger, then a third. He moaned a couple of times, but for the most part remained silent. With the third finger, I knew it was time. I removed my fingers and prepared to fuck him.

I used the lube to slick up my 6 inch cock, and added a little more lube to his ass. I aimed the head at his hole, and leaned over him as I pressed forward. At first, nothing happened. Then, I felt his ass begin to give and the head popped in. He shouted “Stop! It hurts!” I held still while he adjusted to my dick. Finally, he began moving his ass a little and I slipped in an inch. Believing that he was ready, I pressed forward a little too hard, catching him off guard. The result is that my cock slid the rest of the way in, and I was balls deep in my best friend. He grunted, like the air had been knocked out of him, then yelled “Fuck!! Take it easy, man!”

I laid on his back, caressing his arms and sides, and nuzzling his neck. Slowly he began to relax again, and I began slowly withdrawing and then pushing back in. After about 2 minutes of this slow fuck, I heard him say, “Enough! Just fuck me already!” I raised up off his back and got into a pushup position over him, and picked up speed as I started fucking him in earnest. He kept grunting as I ground into him, but otherwise remained quiet. I couldn’t tell how he was doing; he just seemed to be taking it.

I decided I wanted to feel more connected to him, so I pulled out and told him to turn over. He lay on his back, and I lifted his legs to my shoulders and pushed back into his ass. He hissed as I entered him again. I leaned down to kiss him, and we made out for a minute. But I could tell from the look on his face that he was mostly just enduring the fuck for my sake.

I kept fucking, and after about 5 minutes, the tightness of his ass got to me and I felt my climax approaching. “Ugghh!” I shouted as I bred his ass. I did notice that his dick had gotten hard during the last 5 minutes, but he didn’t cum. I leaned down onto his torso as I came down from my orgasmic high, and he took my face in his hands and kissed me. He broke off the kiss as I slipped from his ass. I sat back up on my knees between his legs and asked, “What did you think?”

“Well,” he said after a minute of thought, “I can’t believe how much that hurt at first, and I’m bigger than you!” My ass definitely understood what he meant by that, his 8.5 incher had hurt when he busted my cherry.

“I also understand why you felt inferior. There is definitely something that happened in my brain as I realized I was letting another man put his cock in me. But I’m glad it was you. And I’m glad I can understand your perspective on our fucking.”

He grabbed the lube, and slicked up his cock and began jacking it. I sat watching him, watching his cock get harder, his beautiful ebony cock sticking up from his groin, proudly declaring he was a man. He looked in my eyes, and then said, “You’ve already gotten to cum, now it’s my turn.” I thought he meant he was going to jack off, but that was not his plan. He sat up and grabbed me under my arms, sliding me up so that I was straddling him. He grabbed his cock, lined it up with my ass that was suddenly situated right over it, and pressed upward with his hips while pressing down on my shoulder. The effect was that within 30 seconds I found myself once again fully impaled on his cock.

As I came to rest in his lap, he laid back down, smiled at me and said, ‘Yeah, baby. This is how it’s supposed to be. Ride that cock for me!”

I was surprised at how quickly our roles had changed back. Less than 2 minutes before I had cum in his ass, and now he was reasserting his dominance over me. As I adjusted to him in me once again, I smiled too. As nice as it felt to shoot in his warm and tight hole, it felt strange to me, like we were in the wrong place. And now, everything felt right again. I’m glad that I got to experience fucking him, and I’m glad he now knows what it feels like to get fucked. I’m hopeful that will make him an even better lover. But in our relationship, his cock fit my ass, not the other way around. And now, because he had experienced bottoming, I didn’t have to feel like the inferior one any longer.

These thoughts were racing around my brain as I began rising and falling on his shaft. He laid back with his hands behind his head, smiling and watching me as I impaled myself on him. I started bouncing more and more, amazed to find myself getting hard again after just cumming a few minutes before. “Yeah, baby, ride that cock! Show your man how much you love him fucking you!”

Did I love it? “YES!” my brain cried out. I love this feeling! I love getting fucked, but even more, I loved the sense of belonging. I loved Marcus calling me baby, his boy, even his bitch.

Marcus let me ride him for about 5 minutes or so, but I could tell he was getting anxious to fuck, to show his power. He sat up suddenly and put his arm around my back, pulling me forward. He kissed me passionately for a minute. I couldn’t believe the feeling of sitting in his lap, his cock balls deep in my ass, and kissing him, feeling his muscular arms hold me tightly to him. Still holding me to his chest, he raised up on his knees, then laid me back on the bed, never leaving my ass. He grabbed my legs and splayed them out, giving himself leverage as he leaned in and began fucking me in earnest. He kept hitting that spot deep within me, causing me to cry out in pleasure over and over again.

He kept changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting new spots inside of me. I felt pleasure radiating throughout all of my body as I took his fuck. “Yeah, baby! That’s where you belong, on your back, taking my cock! I’m going to fill you up!” I don’t know how to explain it, but his fuck talk got me so hot. I felt like he was right: this is where I belong!

His thrusts began to get more sporadic and intense as I sense him nearing his climax. The combination of the terrific pounding he was giving me, his beautiful muscular body thrusting into me, and the way he was talking to me had me almost ready to blow again as well. He threw his head back and yelled “Fuck!!!” as I felt his cock spasm in me and I was filled with the warmth of his seed. His jerking while cumming caused his cock to hit my prostate at just the right angle, and I began to once again cum hands free.

Marcus fell forward onto me, my legs wrapped around him as he came down from his orgasm. His face next to my ear, panting, he grunted out, “Yeah, bitch, take my load!” as he shot his last ropes of cum in me. He then leaned up on his elbows, his face inches from mine as he looked me in the eyes. He sat there for a moment, just staring at me, the hint of a smile on his face, panting from the exertion of taking over my ass.

Marcus leaned forward to peck me on the lips, leaned back and said, “You are not less than me. You are my best friend, and you have an ass I like to fuck. We may enjoy different roles in the bedroom, but you are not less than me. I have a great cock, and you have a fantastic ass. I’m your man, and you’re my bitch. We make a great team.”

I reached up my hand behind his head, and drew him down to me, kissing him. I liked that idea. We are a fucking team. I didn’t find myself so bothered by how much I enjoyed taking his cock any longer.

We lay there longer, talking, his slowly softening cock still in my ass, like it belonged there. He told me he loved getting rimmed, and we may have to add that to our sexual play. I told him I loved it when he rimmed me too, and he promised we’d do that more. He said that he had not enjoyed the fucking very much, because it hurt, but he had experienced a few moments that felt good and he could see how, with practice and experience, it could feel good. But he admitted that he just wasn’t really into being the more passive partner in sex. He loved to fuck, loved to feel the power of thrusting into his partner. He just didn’t feel that receiving my cock.

In many ways it was the most honest and intimate conversation we had ever had, naked on his bed, his cock in my ass, talking about what we liked and didn’t like about sex with each other.

Marcus finally slid out of my ass, and rolled over, then said, “I need a shower!” Even though I had already showered that morning, I realized I needed one too.

He headed into his bathroom, and I headed to mine. The sense of relief and joy I felt, after the heaviness of my thoughts that morning, was refreshing. I was walking on the clouds. I started the water, got it set to the right temperature, and then stepped in. As I stepped under the spray and felt the warm water washing over my face and head, I heard the shower curtain move, then felt Marcus step up behind me and move in to mold me to himself.

“I figured we shouldn’t waste water,” he said. “We can save water by washing together.” I turned around and smiled, his arms still around me, and kissed him. It felt great standing in the shower with him, naked and fully known by my best friend. I didn’t have to worry about what he thought of me. I was safe with him.

I did have the thought that my poor ass might not be safe with him, though, as I felt his cock growing once again! This man had a sexual appetite that was insatiable!

To be continued…

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