The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the weight of Dylan's muscular body still pinning me to the bed. His cum had dried on my face, creating a tight, crusty layer. I shifted slightly, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep. He rolled off me, and I suddenly felt cold without his body heat covering mine.
"Morning," I replied, my voice hoarse. I sat up, my muscles protesting. Every part of me ached in ways I'd never experienced before.
Dylan stretched, his muscles flexing in the morning light. "Last night was... something else," he said with a lazy grin.
"Yeah," I agreed, unable to stop myself from admiring his naked body. "It definitely was."
"You okay?" he asked, suddenly looking concerned. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, I'm fine," I said quickly. "More than fine, actually."
"Good," he said, standing up and walking toward my bathroom. "Because I might want to do that again sometime. You have one tight pussy." He chuckled and disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower start.
I sat there for a moment, processing everything. Dylan Hutchins, the guy I'd fantasized about for years, had just fucked my brains out and wanted to do it again. And I had to admit, I wanted it too.
By the time Dylan emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, I had cleaned myself up and was sitting on the edge of my bed, still in my cum-stained underwear.
"You got any clothes I can borrow?" he asked, water droplets glistening on his broad shoulders. "Mine are kinda... party-smelling."
"Yeah, sure," I said, standing up and walking to my closet. "We're about the same size, I think." I said, laughing. He had at least six inches and forty pounds on me. I pulled out a pair of loose-on-me running shorts and a tee-shirt that I got on vacation but didn’t wear because I didn’t realize that I bought a 2XL until we got home. "Here."
"Thanks, man," he said, taking the clothes and dropping his towel without hesitation. I couldn't help but stare as his dick, now soft but still impressive, swung between his legs. He caught me looking and smirked. "Like what you see?"
"Maybe," I said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
He laughed as he pulled on the shorts. "Hey, this looks like a brand new T.”
I nodded.
“So, what's the plan for today? Your parents aren't coming back until tomorrow, right?"
"No, tomorrow evening," I said, watching him dress. "I was just gonna clean up the rest of the party mess and probably chill."
"Mind if I hang out for a bit?" he asked, pulling the shirt over his head. It was tight across his chest and shoulders, showing off his muscular build.
"Not at all," I said, my heart beating a little faster. "But I should probably get started on that cleaning."
"Let me help," he offered. "It's the least I can do after you let me crash here and... well, you know."
“Use my boy pussy?”
He smirked. “It’s a good thing I had that condom. You’d be carrying my baby right now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You came on my face, bro. That’s now how things work.”
He laughed. Why don’t you wash that face, and I’ll think about coming in your ass. If you’re lucky, that is.”
“You’re the fucking lucky one, Dylan. Only one other guy has experienced it.” I poked him in the chest.
“Yeah?” he came back. “Your cousin doesn’t count, and his dick must be pretty small, because that felt like virgin ass territory to me.”
I had to agree that his dick went places that even my dildo hadn’t seen.
“Anyway, you shower; I’ll get started.”
When I came out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see that my bed was made and my trash can was empty. No condom wrapper was in sight. Downstairs, Dylan had taken care of the living room. We spent the next hour cleaning up the remnants of the party, working efficiently together in a comfortable silence. Every time my eyes glanced over at him, I felt a jolt of electricity. Dylan seemed oblivious. I needed to remind myself that, despite what I felt, it was just fucking to him. When we finished, the house was finally back to normal. "Thanks for the help," I said, tossing the last trash bag into the can.
"No problem," he said, leaning against the kitchen counter. "So... what now?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I wasn't exactly expecting company."
"Well, we could watch a movie or something," he suggested. "Or..." he trailed off, his eyes darkening as he looked me up and down. "We could go back upstairs."
"Upstairs?" I asked, though I knew exactly what he meant.
He nodded slowly, pushing off from the counter and closing the distance between us. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. "What do you think?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
I could feel his dick hardening against my thigh through our jeans. "I think I'm okay with that," I whispered back.
He grinned and captured my lips in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle at first, then deepened into something more passionate. His hands roamed down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me even closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his still slightly damp hair.
We somehow made it back upstairs without breaking apart, stumbling into my bedroom and falling onto the bed. Dylan hovered over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up as his fingers traced the muscles of my stomach.
"Take this off," he muttered against my lips, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I sat up enough to pull it over my head, then fell back against the pillows as Dylan's mouth moved to my neck, then down my chest. His tongue circled my nipples, making me gasp with pleasure.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, looking up at me with a grin. "I like that."
He continued his exploration downward, kissing and licking his way across my stomach until he reached the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me questioningly, and I nodded, lifting my hips to help him pull them off. My underwear went with them, and suddenly I was completely naked beneath him.
"Much better," he said, his eyes roaming over my body. "You've got a nice body, you know that?"
"I try," I said, feeling a blush creeping up my neck.
He chuckled, then lowered his head again, this time taking my hard cock into his mouth. I moaned loudly as his warm, wet mouth enveloped me, his tongue swirling around the head before he took me deeper. He was quite good; better than a first-time should be. I wondered.
He worked me with his mouth and hands, bringing me to the edge multiple times before backing off, leaving me panting and desperate. "Dylan, please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
"Please what?" he asked, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Please... I don't know... just... please," I stammered.
He laughed and finally took mercy on me, sucking harder and faster until I couldn't hold back anymore. I came with a cry, my body arching off the bed as I spilled into his mouth. He swallowed every drop, then crawled back up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
"Good?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Amazing," I breathed, still trying to catch my breath.
"Glad you liked it," he said, rolling onto his back beside me. "Your turn."
"My turn?" I repeated, confused.
"Yeah, to return the favor," he said, gesturing to his still-hard cock. "Unless you don't want to..."
"No, I do," I said quickly, scrambling to kneel between his legs. I started tentatively, licking the head before taking it into my mouth. Dylan groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I took him deeper, trying to mimic what he'd done to me. It was difficult, he was so big, and I kept gagging, but he seemed to be enjoying it anyway.
"Fuck, yeah," he muttered, his hips thrusting up slightly. "Just like that."
I grew more confident with his encouragement, taking him as deep as I could while using my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit in my mouth. His breathing grew ragged, and I knew he was getting close.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned, trying to pull away.
I held on, determined to taste him this time. With a loud groan, he came, filling my mouth with his salty release. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest dripping down my chin.
"Fuck," he said, pulling me up to look me directly in my eyes. "That was... fuck."
"Good fuck or bad fuck?" I asked, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
"Definitely good fuck," he said, rolling us over so he was on top again. "So good that I think I'm ready for round two."
"Already?" I asked, amazed.
"You have no idea," he said, reaching for the lube on my nightstand. "Turn over."
I complied, rolling onto my stomach and pillowing my head on my arms. I heard the condom wrapper tear again, then felt the cool slickness of lube against my hole. This time, there was no pain, just pure pleasure as he entered me slowly, filling me completely.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move. "So tight."
He started slowly, building a rhythm that had me moaning into the pillows. This time was different, slower, more intimate, but just as intense as the night before. He varied his pace and angle, hitting all the right spots until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
"Harder," I begged, pushing back against him.
He complied, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper until we were both panting and sweating. He reached around to stroke my cock. “Don’t. I want to fuck you.”
“That ain’t happening,” he grunted and began to pound me with a little more force. “I fuck fags; fags don’t fuck me.” He grabbed my hips and pushed himself more deeply into me. "Fuck yeah," he growled as he came. He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushing rather than comforting as we both struggled to catch our breath.
Dylan quickly rolled off me and sat up. "So," he said, tracing patterns on my chest. "That was unexpected."
"Yeah," I agreed, feeling strangely content that I wouldn’t let him jerk me to completion.
"So what happens now? Are you my secret fuck buddy. Ready and willing to offer me your hole."
Fuck buddies, I thought. I was a fool for thinking he might want something more, might be feeling something more. Might even be in for a flip-flop. I pondered what to say next.
“Hey, Harker, think you might be up to a three-way? A girl I know in Sugarland wants to suck a guy while I pound her pussy. You’d be the perfect guy. She can't get my dick in her mouth.”
“I don’t think so Dylan,” I said. “Tommy Fulton’s a better fit for me.”
“Tommy Fulton?” Dylan’s tone told me he was pissed.
“Yeah. Tommy gives better head than you do.” I got up and pulled on my shorts. “And his pussy is nice and tight. He likes it when I try to get him pregnant.”
Dylan glared at me as he put his party clothes back on and left the house. I took a shower and gave Tommy a call.
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