Almost Like Family: Chapter 4

***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.” By all means, send feedback along to [email protected]***

Making out with Jeremy was… fucking crazy.

Look, I’ve kissed people before. I think I’m a great kisser, thank you very much. But all the people I’ve kissed were… well, women. And rule one about kissing women, especially in the afterglow of sex, is you can’t come on too strong. It’s all about the teasing, giggling excitement. Flirty. Romance. Not scaring them off, which would turn them off.

Yeah… that’s not at all what making out with another guy is like. I mean, we weren’t coming down from great, athletic sex—it was like the sex was still going on. Just a different kind of oral sex.

Jesus fucking Christ. It was less a kiss than a mixed martial arts bout. Fuck. We were throwing legs around each other, hands gripping hard enough to leave a mark, still-hard dicks swordfighting in our hairy crotches… and all in all, we were sweating like a glassblower’s ass. Our mouths were fucking locked on each other… goddamn, his tongue was so deep in my mouth it felt like I was drowning.

God, how was I even breathing? We were so worked up that we kept breaking off our kiss to pant a few desperate breaths, before slamming together again.

He was coming at me hard, and I had to come back just as hard or he was going to absolutely crush me. I couldn’t think, could barely react. It was all pure instinct, and a helluva lot of testosterone.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

God, it was so… completely overwhelming. It was this primal… connection. Intimacy. Hunger. Release. At that moment, I had never felt so close to anyone alive. But more than that, it was profoundly masculine connection, intimacy, hunger, and release. No woman could ever kiss me like that. No woman could ever take a kiss like that.

And we showed no signs of stopping. Fuck. One second, he had me pinned on the couch, like he was trying to chew my face off and suck out my innards through my neck; and in a flash, I realized I had rolled him onto his back on the floor, trying to chew his face off and suck out his innards through his neck. With the relentlessness of my assault, I was sure the guy was going to end up with carpet burns.

I pulled back, hard enough I think we both gasped at the release. I had his arms pinned over his head. We both were panting, glowered at each other through predators’ eyes.

I went for it. Driving my face against his neck. My lips getting him slick with sweat before my stubble scoured his skin. My lips sliding at that spot right below his ears. My free hand sliding down to start massaging those meaty abs of his. The drag from his fur lessened by his sweat… and my cum.

Jeremy squirmed beneath me, his panting becoming a low growl as his body responded to my mouth. God, the taste of him. Man sweat. And Man smell. Flooding my brain. Exciting me on a molecular level. Making my heart race. Making me… making me boil.

I swept downward, dragging my face against him, letting him feel the shredding of my scruff. Smearing his sweat all over me. Wallowing. Like a fucking boy playing in the mud. I gave a wide, savage sweep across his chest, back and forth, chucking to myself as I heard him gasp out. His hair and sweat probably saving him from my stubble drawing blood. I switched back to my mouth, letting my tongue tease his newly-sensitive skin. Jeremy writhed as I went, letting out a growl of frustration and pulling at his hands to free them and grab hold of me, but I held him down. Prone beneath me. His hairy nipples up and alert. Tingling for my touch.

Oh, I touched them.

I fucking locked my lips around one, sucking on it hard. Sucking. My tongue teasing as I slurred my mouth around. God he had big nipples. Fucking man-sized. I lightly chewed, just to get his attention, before grinding my face over to the other one. Sucking that in turn. God, it was so fucking hot… so fucking mind blowing. So different than my wife’s tits. So much more raw. So fucking masculine. So….

And another perverted thought flashed in my mind. A memory from us before. Fuck yeah. I fucking slurred my face right into his sweaty armpit.

His scent stabbed through me. Not nasty, just… fucking real. Burnt spices. Man sweat. Fucking mine. I fucking attacked him, an oral assault that brought out new, hungry snarl from him. New desperation. With incredible force he wrenched his other arm free and slammed it around me. His fingers digging into my scalp, mashing me, driving me in deeper. God the feel of him. His fucking skin. His hand, raking my back and gripping my head. My nose and mouth feeling the brush of his sweaty pit hair.

Sweat running down my temple.

God it was good, but I needed more. Much more. I jerked my head out of there, and with no polite lead-in, violently dragged my face down his chest. Down. Down. Towards his bush. Onto his dick.

Jeremy bucked like a fucking bull, clearly still sensitive from having shot so recently. I couldn’t give a fuck. I locked my jaws around his cock and fucking inhaled him. Jeremy hollered like a mountain jack. I fucking went down on him, as deep as I could go. Fuck, it was so fucking raw. Fucking primeval. That big dick had been inside me, making me feel things I never felt before. Making a man out of me.

And I had to show it some respect.

He wasn’t fully hard, but close enough so that I still couldn’t really swallow him whole. So I went with motion. Rapid sucking, up and down… mouth-fucking him for all I was worth. I got my hand around him and started jacking him at the same time, his cum and my sweat making him slick to the touch. I twisted my hand as I jacked him, teasing the tip with my tongue, and Jeremy all but lost it. His entire body jerked and shuddered. My free hand roaming freely across his midriff, feeling the hair gently tangle around my fingers. Holding him down. Sucking. Jeremy thrashing. Sucking.

Sucking.

Clearly, Jeremy hit his breaking point. And you know something about guys? They’re physical. Fucking physical.

I was stunned how Jeremy, lying on his back in a prone position, was essentially able to tackle me and throw me onto my back. Knocking the wind out of me. And next thing I know he is all over me, mouth against mine, our hairy nipples griding against each other.

His mouth broke from mine and swept over my face. My cheeks, my ears, hell even my forehead. His beard was… so fucking weird. Not harsh, but… wiry. Subtle. I reached for him with my mouth, wanting his tongue to dance with mine. But he was in motion. Restless motion. Like me, he went for my chest, his beard almost tickling me. Like being swept by a painter’s brush. He was rougher on my nipples than I had been, using his teeth unexpectedly.

I fucking loved it.

His hands fucking dug into me, like he was a potter working clay. Everywhere. His hands, alive. My wife didn’t… explore me like this. Experience me like this. Jeremy was so tactile. Like he was searing the feel of me into his memory. He… seemed to be fascinated with the touch of my chest hair, running his fingers through again and again, rolling them. His mouth sweeping my chest in vulgar motion, leaving a trail of spit.

He moved down, working my balls. Rolling them in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue. But also, just mouthing them, while he took in deep, heavy breaths, nose in my pubes. I think my obsession with scent was starting to inspire him, too.

Back up to my dick, circling the head slow then fast. Teasing me. Making me growl in frustration. Circling, circling… then sucking me down whole.

FUUUUUCK.

My wife couldn’t begin to suck down my thick cock, but Jeremy was fucking living for it. Sucking hard. All but chewing on it as we went. Deep sucks, taking me in. My groans vibrating my chest. He pulled off, then starting running his tongue in a heavy stroke from my piss slit all the way down to my balls again. His right hand gripping me, jacking. His tongue sliding down again… behind my hairy balls… lower… lower….

And to my surprise, Jeremy grunted out, “I need your ass!”

God. He flipped me. I’m a big guy, but he fucking flipped me. That effortless blast of physical power was a shock.

Not nearly as much as a shock as his mouth slammed against my hairy hole.

MYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

My fingers gripped the shag of his carpet, in a desperate attempt to keep me—and my sanity—grounded. GOD. It was everything all at once. The roughness of his beard shredding at my skin… skin that was completely unused to being touched. The wetness of his tongue as it roughly dove inside me. My hole had been stretched, and was still twitching at the rough treatment Jeremy’s dick had given me. It easily opened, and GOD it was like he was fucking me raw with his tongue.

I completely lost my mind.

I pushed back with everything I had. I never needed anything more in my life. Jeremy must have felt the same way. It was like he was a fucking hyena, ripping apart its prey. Everywhere. Wildly sweeping his mouth up and down my trench, my butt-sweat smearing all over his scruffy face. Then, tongue-fucking me harder than before. And that fucking motorboarding thing—just like guys do with their face between a girls’ boobs, only him doing it with my ass cheeks. All of it. Rapid fire. Changing so fast I couldn’t even think straight. There was just need. And I’m not sure whose was stronger.

And… I think… I think he was actually sucking his load out of me.

I was completely dazed. My dick gushing precum, even though I had already shot. Completely at Jeremy’s mercy. I had no idea my ass was directly wired to the pleasure center of my brain. Blood pounding in my ears. I couldn’t catch my breath, just… screaming out a weird sound of panting and wailing together.

At last—God, I have no idea how long he was at it—he brusquely rolled me over again so I was flat on my back. His face slid up me. Our sweaty, hairy bodies grinding together as he moved up, so he was face to face with me. And his kissed me. Almost… tenderly…. and oh God. OHGODOHGODOHGOD… I could smell my scent in his beard. Guys marking each other in the most primal way.

I was wildly making out with him. Wild. Untamed. Raw. My hands gripping his hair. And then….

MUMMMMPHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

His dick, hard enough to drill through titanium, plowed into my guts.

My eyes flew open. My jaw gaped. There is nothing, nothing that can describe that first blast of male penetration.

His dick had already stretched my hole so there was no resistance, not pain, just RAW PRIMAL LIGHTNING. I threw my head back in a strangled scream as Every. Fucking. Nerve. Ending. Fired at the same time. My mind exploded with fireworks going off everywhere. Shattering, world-ending need. Need for Jeremy.

Right there, right then, if he asked me to… I would’ve sold every member of my family off for medical testing. As long has he fucking GAVE ME HIS DICK.

And that’s exactly what he did.

His dick slammed all the way into me. Balls deep. Hitting spots inside me all along the fucking way. Fuck. I could feel every blessed inch of his cock, especially that flared head as it ground my innards into hamburger.

Our eyes caught, and our mouths fucking locked together. A kiss more brutal than anything that had come before. Choking on each other’s tongues. Without meaning to I realized I had bit him, drawing blood.

And he FUCKED me.

God. So different from before. Our sweaty bodies locked so closely together, each hammerstroke of his cock fucking rocked us. We were fucking heaving from the physical power of it. It was like we were on a ship at sea… no, like were playing in a storm-rough surf. His load inside me, the gallons of sweat drenching us, it all combined into a feeling of pure fluidity. Our hairy chests, hairy legs grinding together… the mutual scrape of our fur was almost like the burn of sand in the waves. Waves. Waves of testosterone-drenched energy. We twisted. We bucked together. Locked in shared, obscene motion. Rough. Raw masculinity at its most terrifying. If I had had any sense, I would have been scared shitless by the raw power we were releasing.

But it wasn’t just the physical sensations that were ripping my mind apart. I realized… oh God it was everything all at once. The taste of his sweat as it ran down his face and around our mouths as we kissed. Our barked-out grunts and roars, loud enough to make our chests vibrate. The smell of my musk in his beard. Hell, the combined powerful smell of balls, ass, spit, sweat and spent cum. The scent of Man Sex, frying my senses.

But more than that, it was the primal… feel of everything. The indescribable feel of masculinity. Jeremy and I were going after each other in ways only men could, and only men could understand. Our true selves, violently cut free from any civilizing notion.

We FUCKED.

Our bodies ground together, hard enough to shatter stone. And every time he bottomed out inside me another round of fireworks went off inside me. My entire body was on fire, as if only our shared sweat was keeping me from bursting into flame. The fireworks kept exploding, ricocheting inside me, sparking new fireworks of their own. My cock, mercilessly being crushed between our hairy midriffs was gushing precum, providing insane stimulation.

But nothing compared to the stimulation of Jeremy’s dick as it Kept. Hitting. That. Spot. Inside. Me. Driving me fucking crazy. Setting me on fire. My ears were roaring so loud I couldn’t hear anything. Jeremy’s mouth. Jeremy’s cock. Jeremy’s hands digging into my scalp. The feel of Jeremy’s sweaty skin as I dug my fingernails in.

Faster. Grinding. Colliding. Faster. Wet. Smashing. Sloppy.

Raw.

Jeremy suddenly broke out of our kiss, pushing himself up on his arms, still balls-deep inside. And with a terrifying look in his eyes started absolutely drilling me. Hard. HARD. HARDHARDHARD HARDHARDHARD HARDHARDHARDHARDHARDHARDHARDHARD

The fireworks inside my head all went off at once, and the fucking world went white. My back arched. My head flew back.

And I fucking CAME.

I swear I could see through time.

My whole body went nuts, all at once. Like I went into shock. For a few minutes, I really was scared I was going to die. Dimly I could hear Jeremy’s scream as he let loose, too… both of us lost into one, perfect moment.

As I started coming down, I realized Jeremy was still pretty much splayed on top of me. His muscular form would have probably crushed a woman. And I also realized… I was still holding onto him like my life depended on it.

After a few moments, Jeremy rolled off of me, landing with muted thud as he lay spread-eagle beside me. We were both panting heavily, in loud, wet heaves.

Jeremy started an exhausted chuckle. I followed. I think at that moment the overall absurdity of the situation finally came crashing over us.

“Fuck,” he laughed.

“Fucking fuck,” I responded. “Jesus, man… have you… been… practicing?”

“Hey,” he replied. Sharper than I would have expected. Almost sounding… hurt. Strange. But I was basking in a radioactively fine glow of utter male fulfillment, and I didn’t want to harsh my buzz in any possible way.

“Sorry, dude, I didn’t mean anything… I just meant that was… fucking… incredible. Next-level incredible.”

Whatever storm cloud there was quickly evaporated. “Yeah, man… I didn’t know sex could be that good.”

“Holy shit, dude, that is not a lie! Fuck, you are a fucking machine, you know that?”

Jeremy choke-guffawed, still trying to catch his breath, “Me? Goddamn… you fucking… wore me out! I didn’t think… I could… keep up!”

“Jeremy my man? You fucking cum in gallons. I’m gonna be shitting out your cum for the rest of the week.”

“Just so long as you don’t fart my cum onto me… dude your farts are nasty enough as it is!”

I punched his arm. “Fuck you, you fucking stink-ape! Spraying yourself with a couple of cum farts would be an improvement!”

“What the fuck, man?” as he swatted at me.

I gave a wicked smile. “Pfft. Yer worse than a fucking skunk with diarrhea!”

He reached over to start pummeling me, but I deflected him. I slapped, he elbowed. Then, he lunged at me and in a flash, we were laughing like a couple of hyenas, slapping, thumping, and kicking at each other all over. Finally, Jeremy successfully pinned me by sitting on my chest, pinning my arms with his legs. He pinched my nose and said triumphantly, “Who’s the stink-ape now, bitch?”

I was laughing too hard to say anything, so I chose to tap out. Jeremy got off me, walked over and plunked down in front of the couch. I sat up, theatrically smelled my armpit and whined, “It’s not even that bad today!”

Jeremy laughed, then quieted down. He was just… looking at me, with this… twinkle in his eye.

“Well. Another difference between fucking a guy and fucking a girl,” he intoned, “is that the obligatory Bro talk/debrief starts immediately.”

I laughed, hard. “Yeah, that’s one of the many differences I’ve noticed.” I moved to sit down next to him.

Jeremy just shook his head, amusedly. “It’s so fucking weird that something that seems pretty similar ends up being… so damn different.”

I lightly tilted my head. “Say more.”

“It’s just so… so… … …different. I love fucking girls. I love fucking my girl. But it’s just so different with you.”

“You keep saying that word.”

He gave me an exasperated glare. “You know what I mean! God, at its wildest, sex with her is like… naughty. Playful. With you, it’s like it’s the end of the world or something. Harder. Waaaay more driven. Like were gonna kill each other. But at the same time, its way more… alive. Like it’s… whole-body. And its everything. At first I was afraid I was coming on too strong and going too hard. But everything about you was like, ’bring it bitch!’ Every time I’ve been with you, I’m like wiped out and feeling like I could run a hundred races. Even so, I’m still ready to fucking go.”

“Preach. I think that’s just reflective of… guys. It’s like when we’re on the court. Or the field. All that aggression, all that adrenaline… all that testosterone. Letting it rip. Like it’s the championship game and a hundred thousand people are in the stands are screaming your name.”

Jeremy nodded, sagely. Yeah, we got it.

But I was still thinking about how different it was fucking around with him. A man. “Jeremy, another thing too… I mean, we were just joking about it, but… well, you may have noticed, but your scent is a major turn on for me. For real.”

Jeremy smirked out a half smile. “Yeah, I noticed.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck you, dillhole. But seriously… it’s so weird. It’s not like I’ve always been obsessed with smells. Hell, my wife doesn’t allow smells of any kind at any time, and definitely not around sex. So… it’s just so… surprising. And other stuff, too… all this stuff I’ve never noticed with sex before. It’s everything, hitting me all at once. It’s the… sound. The taste. The way we think, like a connection. The way we go after it. It’s….”

I found myself stopped short. I swallowed, looking down.

I took a breath, and went on quietly. “It’s the… way you look at me.”

He didn’t move a muscle.

I was almost too scared to go on, but… in for a penny, in for a pound. I had to keep on going. “You look at me like this is the best thing that ever happened to you. It’s… desire.”

Jeremy still didn’t move a muscle.

I sighed. “Sex with my wife is good and all, it’s just that it often feels like… it’s just… some fun for her, and then she can go back about her day. Something she likes, but is doing to keep me happy.”

I looked back up at him. He smiled, sympathetically.

“My wife insists all the chores have to be done. That everything is clean. That I’m clean. Freshly showered and presentable. And we have to keep everything ’respectable.’ Not with you. You just need it, and don’t give a fuck. You don’t care if I smell like an animal. That I haven’t folded the laundry. You don’t care that we get rowdy when we go at it. You don’t care that I’m fucking howling like a wolf. That we’re louder than a pack of wolves. You treat it like it’s the best thing in the world and you can’t believe how lucky you are to be doing it.”

Jeremy gave a sly half grin and looked down. But refused to say anything more. We were both quiet. Thinking. We were both quiet for a loooong time.

“Question for you,” I asked after a while. “You like man sex better than… woman sex?“

Jeremy let out a low whistle and sat there quietly for a minute. “I…. I don’t….” Pause. “Ok, I don’t know that’s a fair question. I’ve thought about it a lot since we… you know. The thing is, I went back to the porn I always watch, and… it still… you know, worked for me. And when a girl comes into the store with her tight spandex bike outfit and all… oh yeah, I feel it.” We both chuckled, knowingly. “And I still love fucking Stacey. It’s so fucking hot. But it’s like we keep saying… it’s different. With her I’m like her knight in shining armor. Protector. The boyfriend sweeping her off her feet. With you….” There was a long pause. “With you I’m a fucking barbarian. A Viking charging in for the kill.”

There was a supercharged silence before he finished his thought. “I can’t really choose between them. Sex with you, sex with her, it’s like… the twin sides of masculinity. Neither one is right. They both are.”

I could only stare at Jeremy. Of all the ways he surprised me of late, this one might have been the biggest surprise of all.

“That’s… deep, man.” I said quietly.

He looked at me sheepishly, then looked away. “Sorry. I’m just babbling.”

“No man… you nailed it. I think you just put something into words that I never could. Really.”

Jeremy playfully punched my arm. “Shut up. I was just thinking out loud.”

I punched him back, and leaned in for another blow, but… well, let’s just say our little fight ended up with his lips around mine. I could’ve stayed that way all night, but there was still more to say. I pulled back, resting my forehead against his. Panting slightly. “So. What about the women in our lives?”

“You sure know how to kill a mood.”

“I just… shit.” I sat back, breathing out a heavy sigh. “It’s just… I don’t know where this is going. I didn’t know where this was going after our first little encounter. Didn’t know where it was going these last weeks as we’ve been circling each other. And I sure as hell don’t know where it’s going now. And after tonight, we don’t have the ’one night only’ excuse anymore, either.”

“Do we… have to decide? Right now?”

“Well, no… but I want to be fair. To me, to you… definitely to my wife. Everybody.”

Jeremy studied me for a moment. Finally, he shrugged and said, “Well, I answered the last question. What are you thinking?”

“Fuckerhead,” I growled. But I’m not sure who I was kidding. I had been thinking of nothing else for some time, turning it over again and again in my mind. Shit. Well, Trevor, just out with it. “I love my wife. I really do. Like you said, I love sex with her. I might wish it would happen more often, maybe change a few things, but yeah… I love fucking her, and waking up next to her. And everything. All of it. But you… you… give me something else. Another side of being a man. You give me something different. Something she never can. And I… don’t want to give that up, either. I don’t think I can go back. It’s… you’re too damn good.”

Jeremy looked at me, and looked down smilingly. And… holy shit, I think the guy… blushed. “You know, I don’t think I’d call myself gay. Not really. I don’t know that I ever could call myself gay. I don’t think that’s the whole of it. But… yeah. It’s funny, watching you when I fuck you. I mean, that’s supposed to be the worst thing a guy can have done, taking it up the ass. Like, how many times have we shit on our friends, our enemies, every guy out there, by laughing about him taking one up the ass. But you… it was like it was the best thing EVER. It was so crazy. It… floored me. And when you did me, I totally got it. It was… fucking… amazing.”

I laughed. “Seriously. All these years of having it drilled into your head that butt sex was nasty, evil, and made you less of a man. Jesus, have they ever tried it? All these years wasted not realizing that your butt was a Grade-A Pleasure Zone. And hell, I’ve never felt more like a man than when we were fucking. That is like… masculinity unleashed.”

“You know,” Jeremy thought aloud, “we’re probably overthinking this. I mean, we’re not hurting anyone. And it’s not like no guy has ever gotten a little side action before. I mean, it sounds like it’s not going to change anything at home for either of us.”

“Yeah. It’s weird. I always thought I was not just straight, but a straight shooter. That I’d never step out on my wife, ever. And really, I still could never cheat on her with a woman, that would be… disrespectful. Taking away from her something that’s hers. But… with a guy? With… you? That feels totally different. It’s like we were saying—it’s like having an itch she can never scratch. And… I need it scratched.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said. “Agreed.”

There was a long, companionable silence. All the previous awkwardness was long gone.

Jeremy snapped us back to the here and now. He swung his hand down onto my leg in a bro-slap. “Ok, enough of this. I’m hungry. Correction: I was hungry, an hour ago. After a couple rounds with you, I’m fucking starving. Let’s eat.”

“Fuck yeah!”

We went through the accumulated food like we were a giant Cuisinart. In the way only a couple of young guys ever can. We loaded up our plates and set back down on the couch to inhale it, throwing back a few beers to go with it. We stayed naked—why not?—although Jeremy had the good sense to throw down a drop cloth over his poor, abused couch. As he did so, he looked at me with narrowed eyes and said, “I’m gonna need a couple gallons of bleach to clean it as it is, you nasty ol’ pig.”

We also put the game on, to at least watch the second half. It was all good. We ruthlessly taunted each other. Jeremy was particularly riding my ass about this one player I love watching. I mean, I love him.Iit’s like every play he makes is straight from the freaking Cirque de Soliel. But admittedly, he has a reputation for being a screwball; he does the craziest things—the kind of things they should beat out of you in college ball. But there it is. Well, Screwball did his usual, and Jeremy couldn’t help but roast me. And, Jeremy wasn’t wrong.

By the end of the game, the beer and good food had restored us, and I was feeling more than a little bit frisky again. Jeremy got up and walked to the counter to load up his plate again. And there it was.

Fuck… his ass.

I don’t think I can convey how… fucking hypnotic it was. All that biking gave him a butt for the ages. It was… squared, but his cheeks were so fucking… rounded. Perfectly athletic, made of incredible muscle. There was a dusting of manly hair across his ass cheeks, which grew into a thicket down at the base around his hole. Jesus, the way it moved when he walked….

Yeah, there was no way I was letting that go.

I got up silently and got behind him, putting my hand on his shoulder, then running it down to the small of his back. He hummed appreciatively, but before he could really react, I dropped to my knees behind him and began to kneed his butt cheeks. Jeremy’s vocalizations got deeper and louder.

Yeah. Fuck yeah.

I leaned in, centering my nose right at the top of his crack. Breathing him in. Fuck. The scent of man ass. I lost control. Slipping my tongue out, and making a tight little circle. Right there at the top. Jeremy growled. He abandoned the food, and placed his hands on the counter, bracing himself. I slowly dragged my face across his ass cheeks, letting my stubble scratch him. Getting his attention. My lips parted and I mouthed him, leaving a trail of spit on his skin. I got back to his crack, and did a long, languid tongue-slide all the way down. Getting the base wet with my tongue. Blowing cool air on in.

Jeremy shivered. A low, throaty moan. Spreading his legs.

Me, up again. Pressing my nose and mouth in. Breathing his funk. Wetting him. Pushing in deeper. Feeling a shiver go up his spine. Dragging my face down his hairy crack. Smelling him. That rich, earthy musk. Sour. A scent clinging to his butt hair. He was starting to sweat. I tasted him, slurring my tongue all the way down. Jeremy letting out a loud, guttural “FUUUUUUCK.”

Down. Deeper. The scent stronger. Sending electric jolts through my brain. The smell of Man. The smell of Sex. Deeper. Deeper. Hitting his hairy pucker. Breathing him in. Touching his hole, just with the tip of my tongue. Circling. Circling his hole. Jeremy whimpering above me.

Then, fucking slamming my face in there. Taking him. All of him. Jeremy letting loose with a lion’s roar.

So strange. Why are guys afraid of their butts? Disgusted by them? Don’t they fucking know…?

I unleashed. Going at him hard, hard enough he had to brace himself against the counter. He did flail a hand back there in a desperate attempt to pull his cheeks apart. I was way ahead of him, deeper than he could imagine. French kissing his hole, spearing him open with my tongue. Deep, heavy laps. Like a dog. Sucking his hole. Fucking eating him, his ass hair in my teeth. Shaking my head violently. Sucking him. Tongue fucking him. Living for this fucking moment. Jeremy howling.

I have no idea how long I ate his ass. My jaw hurt. My spit was running down his crack onto his balls. Harder. Always harder. Never enough.

It finally dawned on me that Jeremy’s brutal grunts had slowly morphed into words. “FUCK ME you fucking bastard! I need your fucking dick! Fucking give it to me! FUCK ME! GIMME YOUR FUCKING DICK!!”

Jesus. I don’t think I can convey what a fucking rush it is for the fucking manliest man you’ve ever met to be fucking begging for your cock.

I pulled off him, grabbed his hips and all but threw him towards the couch. “GET UP THERE. KNEEL!” I barked. Jeremy got on the couch, kneeling, his head resting on the top. Panting. Moaning before I did anything. That magnificent ass was open, wet, and starving for my cock.

I coughed up some lubricant and smeared it on my dick. I was so hard, I was twitching. I clambered up behind him, kneeling with my knees between his. Gripping my cock, I lined it up with his hole, moving it up and down… up and down… lining up. Teasing him. Jeremy wanted it. He kicked out his left leg to give me access, looking for all the world like a dog taking a leak. My cockhead running up and down his crack. Up and down. Up and down. Pushing that pucker open… open….

And then I fucking pushed.

Jeremy gasped as my cockhead pushed into him… a rat-a-tat gasp as he snapped his head back. I gave a short gasp of my own, once again floored by how fucking TIGHT he was. He had my dick in a death grip, tighter than any pussy. FUCK. It was so FUCKING GOOD.

Part of me wanted—needed—to slam into him, balls-deep, and fuck the shit out of him. But, our couple of previous bouts that evening had burned off a bit of the wild desperation, if none of the underlying intensity and hunger in me.

Oh no, I thought… I had better ideas in mind.

I didn’t move my dick at all. Just stayed there. Willing to let Jeremy adjust to my thickness. I did bend over, however, engulfing him in my arms. My hairy chest right up against his back. My face lodged right under his right ear, mouthing him… a spot I knew went sent shock waves right to his brain. Mouthing him. A languid lick of his ear, followed by my teeth. Then breathing on the wet skin. I could feel Jeremy’s entire body shuddering. My left arm, reaching under him, began massaging his pecs, seeking and finding his hairy nipple. Tweaking it. Rubbing it under my fingers. My right hand moving down his body, fingers dragging though his hair. Down. Down. Through his bush. Wrapping around his balls. Roughly massaging them. Gripping his dick. Jerking. Jerking his slowly.

Jeremy was pant-growling. Loud.

GOD he felt good in my hands. The perfect male body. Responding to my touch. Awakening him. Awakening me. Our skin fusing together. Slicked by the beginnings of fresh hot sweat. Fuck yeah… sweat, that essential part of all male activities. GOD yes. The shared heat. Shared sensation. I could feel it, the raise of Jeremy’s hair as it stood on end from the electricity of my touch. Awake. Awake as men.

Damn. Why didn’t all buddies try something like this together? Why the hell did we laugh at the very idea of it? God fucking damn it, we should all be fucking each other!

Jeremy’s sharp hisses of breath had opened up into intense, guttural moans. Reflexive. Unstoppable. Nothing like those insipid female moans in pornos. I could feel his asshole twitch and shiver, as the pressure of my dick pressed against it. Relaxing. Relaxing all on its own. Opening.

And my big hairy dick started sliding into him.

“Oh… GaaaaAAWWWWWWD!” He moaned.

“Oh… GaaaaAAWWWWWWD!” I said in unison.

And it occurred to me, a thought somewhere in what was left of my rational brain… in some ways, guys were better suited to fuck each other. After Jeremy’s masterclass in fucking me, I knew what felt good. I knew what worked, knowing the secrets of playing with force, pressure, speed. I knew what worked. Getting fucked by Jeremy had taught me how to how to fuck him.

And I was going to put those lessons to use.

I started making smaller motions, rolling my hips slightly. Each motion drove me in sliiiiiightly more, more. Getting his hole to relax. Teasing him with feeling. I pushed in more, insistently. Just a brush. No resistance. Another. I moved in deeper. And then, I could feel myself brushing something inside him, and Jeremy barked out “YES! YES! YESSS!” He barely sounded human.

Got him. Motion there, back and forth. Back and forth. He fucking melted.

Yeah, he was ready.

Movement. Our bodies in synch, our spines rolling, like an obscene railroad. And all at once I fucking sank into him. MMMwhooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHAAHHHHHH! Deep. Balls-deep. My pubes and his ass hair tangled together. God. GOD! The fucking pressure. I could feel every muscle inside his ass twitch and spasm as his guts welcomed me in. I held there. Too afraid to breathe. My hands running riot all over his body. Both of us rumble-roaring, our minds trying to take in the sensations flooding us.

I couldn’t hold back. Short fucking motions. Quick. “MmmMmmMmmMmm!” He was whimpering, I was growling. His resistance faded, but the incredible pressure remained. Jeremy’s body was… opening. Unclenching. Fucking embracing the sensations. Awwww fuuuuuuuuuuuck!

I dove in deep and held it there, letting go of his torso. Grabbing instead his flared out hips. Leverage.

And then, I started hard, deep drives.

Shloomp.

The nasty, wet sound of a spit-slick cock diving in deep inside a man’s ass.

Shloomp.

Jeremy started moaning in time with me. Caught up in the vulgar rhythm.

“Um-hmmm?” I growled at him.

“Gawwwd YES!” he slurred in response.

“You like that thick cock?”

“MuuuwoohOOOH! FUCK! YES!”

“You fucking like THIS???”

I started nailing him. Fast hard strokes, still wet with spit and now the sweat running down his crack.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

Jeremy let out a loud, wailing cry, from a throat rubbed raw.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

Holding there. Then sweeping circles with my dick. Circles. Ciiiiiiiiiiircles. Like an infernal hula dance. Getting his hole to open more. Jeremy wailing like a trapped animal. Filling every part of his guts with my fat cock.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

Ciiiiiiiiiiircle.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

“FUCK MEghhhaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHH!!!!”

“TAKE MY DICK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!”

And with that, I let loose, letting go his hips to pound him harder. Lost. I let loose as a fucking savage. All bounds of friendship thrown away in my need to fucking breed. To fucking fuck the shit out of him. To fucking break his mind and set his entire body on fire. Raw. Primal. Barbaric.

Jeremy was right there with me. His head thrown back. Lost. Lost to everything else. Everything else. There was only THIS FUCK.

And his body responded exactly as a man’s body should. I could feel it go down. Feel the wave of cum build in his balls, then the contractions shivering across his entire form as his body poised for liftoff. He was roaring. His ass muscles slammed onto my dick. So hard, I bellowed out a string of profanity.

And then… he fucking came. Screaming his fucking lungs out. An explosion of cum, splattering everywhere as I continued to pile drive him from behind. His whole body convulsing at the force of it.

To my surprise, the force of his blast forced his body upwards. Stretching. Reaching. In a flash, he fucking was standing up, right there in the middle of the couch. I dug my dick in and stood up, too—no way was I letting my dick out of his red-hot ass. Both of us standing. Jeremy was still howling, from a place deep, deep inside him. Pant-screaming. I wrapped my arms around him, slamming our bodies together. Sharing our sweat. Shredding him with my wiry chest hair. My mouth locking on his neck, still reflexively convulse-fucking him up the ass. My dick driving deep. Deep and slow. Hard.

Bamp!

Jeremy reached his hand over his head and grabbed mine. His fingers griping my hair, my scalp. I savagely kept slamming my cock into him. My teeth on his fucking neck. We were in… a fucking… moment…. Together.

GOD! I pushed him down so he was in a semi-crouch Both of us standing on the couch, with him gripping the sofa’s back in a death grip. His ass spread open. Moaning. Still twitching as his ass muscles kept clenching down on me.

And now that I had his attention, I fucking really let him have it.

My hands again on his hips, leaning forward so I was fucking slightly downwards. Digging into him. Fucking. FUCKING. As fast and as hard as I possible could.

He didn’t even have time to scream.

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BAM!

Rapid-fire pounding, changing with deep-dive hammer strokes. Throwing everything at him. Changing all the time, no time to respond. Again and again. And againandagainandagain. Hard. Harder than anything I’ve ever pushed myself in my life. My balls slamming into his from the raw force of it, making them ache.

BAM!

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I lost it. Totally lost it. I didn’t know sex could be like this. The raw power. RAW! But somewhere in that moment… I think I may… have actually… found something. Something inside me. The man inside me. The real man inside me.

FIRE. The fire rose up inside me in response, and with a blistering roar, I blasted out a load so hard I thought that cum was going to blast out Jeremy’s abdomen like from a gunshot wound. I fucking saw stars. I fucking CAME.

Fuck.

I have no memories of what came next. All I know is we had both collapsed onto the couch, in a ball of skin, fur, sweat and cum.

Jeremy reached over, holding my head, his fingers lightly behind my ear.

And in a grimly determined voice, he said:

“I can’t tell you if I’m gay or not. But. I can tell you… you are fucking me again.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

by AtlantisGuy

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