Chris and Max

“I brought in a washcloth if you want?” And I just moaned.

“Lay back.” And he washed my arms. His tongue on my torso was a surprise.

“The two of us taste pretty good.” He said licking up everything we’d produced.

He finished with the warm cloth and crawled back in bed pulling me behind him. I couldn’t help but kiss his neck as he had mine, worked as best I could to his cheek wanting to claim his lips. It just wouldn’t happen unless one of us moved.

Now I was towering over him; blankets hanging off my back. This was like; Fuck. In just an hour we went from watching each other jack off to this. I saw him finger himself and cum, let him do what he did to me; twice. And now all I wanted to do was kiss him.

“Don’t freak out.” I said lowering my face to his.

My eyes closed as I saw his close, such soft lips. I’d kissed a little, a girl here and there, but this. It was not a one-way kiss, his hands found their way around my neck, and we did what most boys want to do, but don’t.

We made out, like totally made out. And we both hardened again. He rolled me over, taking the lead, him now the boy and me the boy under him. He kissed me with a passion that I had never felt, something that lit a fire in me, his movements making it clear what he wanted.

“Do this for me?” He asked turning and showing his most private spot.

I held myself up as he rested back and I held myself aiming as what was cuming back to my pistol. I felt the tightness, saw my cock head disappear, and he said, “This is wrong.”

“Wait. What?” I must have been in a cum stupor.

I mean who am I to deny my best friend. I’d lubed up, thought about what we were giving each other, and I pushed into the tightest thing I’d ever felt.

Didn’t happen. He leaned back a little and the pressure increased, I saw his dick standing up as he put his hands on my knees. I could feel it, the flair of my head rubbing across it, it was his trigger. I wasn’t sure, knew I would want it but wasn’t sure about him, I was wrong.

He wanted what he’d worked so hard to pull from me; I came in his ass. It was another flood. Max was breathing hard, I hadn’t touched him, his cock exploded all over me when he sat down proper on my pulsing monster. “You are so… big. It’s way better than a finger.” He complimented.

Max came in a torrent of contractions shooting cum all over my face and lips, my sweaty chest was little pools of what my cock in his ass produced. He was sitting on me with my still hard cock buried in the tightest hole I’d ever been in; well the only hole my dick had ever been in.

He would squeeze me with his tightness, still moving a little, and cum still dribbling from the hole atop his cock that looked so much like my own. I don’t think this is what I thought about when I lied to him; being with a girl.

It wasn’t just the initial lie but my thoughtless exaggerations, embellishments, and how it made our jackoff experiences better. And then the last and biggest about fucking her from behind, putting my thumb in something so tight I thought she might dislocate it.

The thing was I started to believe my own lies watching Max hang on every word slowly stroking the twin to my cock. Now I was thinking about him taking my cock in his ass; all of it, loving it, cuming from me inside him.

I could feel my dick swimming inside him, the cum that I could feel, his ass almost slurping around me. And Max was smiling. My balls were aching, I was sure I’d have chaffing, and I took in hard his still mostly hard cock using cum from my torso as lube.

“Did she ever let you fuck her like this; I mean in the butt?” He asked with me fisting his head and shaft as he squirmed. It was now or never; I said no.

“She has no idea what she missed out on.”

We had crossed so many boundaries, first fingers, touching, and now this. He was so fucking tight, the rings and tissue I went through just to feel his button, and then what happened. When you cum for the first time in someone, it is beyond special; something you never forget.

With my cock still buried in the best friend I’ve ever had, he came down and kissed me. I mean talk about dimples. He was happy and that alone made me happy. Dimple

When he cleaned me up I pulled him behind to my backside. I would have done what he had, let him push the twin to my cock up my ass.

We had moved during the night and now I was laying partially on his chest with my face in the crook of his neck, a leg over his, and it was so perfect. I thought about the best of what had happened and how I could break the news of my lie.

He stirred under me with a moan, pulled my knee tight under his balls, then proclaimed I had drawled on his chest. There should have been a moment of something, best friends waking up like this, the full-body contact. It wasn’t there.

“We need a shower,” I said after a minute. “We can use my Mom and Dad’s.” My offer of us doing it together.

“Ok but, I’m gonna use this one first.” I think I understood.

There was no doubt I would feel what I had done to him, his hot cum swimming around my insides, me shooting like a cannon in him; then what he was probably doing what he was now.

He was sitting on the toilet, dropping something he held all night, reflecting back on it like he was a whore. I didn’t like that though. I didn’t see him that way and hoped he wouldn’t look at me that way after we got out of the shower.

His head was kind of looking at the floor and me out of the top of his eyes. He was completely soft, maybe three and a half inches, where I was an inch longer and partially heavy, which was normal for me.

I slid the door open and he stepped under one head as I watched him under the other. With his back to me, I took the time to do what boys want to, but don’t. I admired another boys’ body; close up and personal.

We were mirror imagines of each other. Both of us five-eleven; well he was a half-inch taller but we both weighed one-seventy-five. His skin was sun-kissed much like mine, blinding white ass, and we hadn’t really started growing hair other than what ran from our navels down.

I watched the muscles as hands went up to scrub his face, down over the tight chest, then saw his hard cheeks flex as he reached what I presume was my cocks twin. I know he wanted to turn, look in my eyes, see my expression. I put shampoo in my hand, moved behind him, and started to wash his hair.

He leaned back a little making full contact with my front, his hands falling to his sides than my hips, and I felt him exhale. I pushed him a little to rinse his hair and reaching the body wash in the caddy on my Moms’ side of the shower.

I ran my hands over his back feeling each muscle, got on my knees behind him so I could go all the way down the strong legs, and back up between them. I smiled watching his butt clench.

I softly sucked and bite each cheek then said, “If you ever tell me to kiss your ass; you’ll have to say, again.” And I stood.

As the suds and water mixed with my hands I slowly turned him still washing with my palms and fingers. He leaned back as I repeated on his front what I’d done to his back. With head back, water running over his face, I got on my knees in front him washing down then back up.

His dick was now about four inches and right in my face. I smiled thinking about sucking my own dick, could actually see his balls churning. I took his knob between my lips; it felt big. I sucked sliding all the way down then pulled off.

“If you ever tell me to suck your cock; you’ll have to say, again.” And stood. “I would you know?” and now he pulled off the wall so he could see me.

His smile was met by mine, eyes with, really, written all over them? “I think we both need a freebee,” As he lowered and repeated what I had done to him then turned me to suck on each cheek.

“We’re even.” And again the smile. “And I would do either one again.”

“You’re funny, Max.” And I went for his nipples.

We did tity-twisters all the time; just wanting to catch the other off guard. His hands went to mine expecting a good twister; that isn’t what I was going for. I did lightly pinch the brown nubs, squeezed a little with my thumb and forefinger, and his hands slid to my forearms.

Max now had a firm grip on my arms but wasn’t trying to pull away; I was on to something. I twirled and increased the pinching till his brown nubs slipped from grip only for me to reclaim them again. His hands found mine and as I looked down his cock matched mine.