Unmet Needs | Only my best friend's dick scratches that itch

Everyone is over the age of 18 

This is Blake’s POV of his encounter in New York with Louis. Read here!

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The last encounter was satisfying enough to last me for a while. 3 nuts in a row does a man good and I was able to get my mind on different things. I even landed a job at the conservatory teaching guitar, which I feel like I might have gotten because the directrice had the hots for me. Hope those snobby rich kids like AC/DC anyway. 

But then, the itch came back. It crept back up on me slowly, starting with the urge to watch gay porn when I was jerking off. Then I started looking at ass toys on the internet but I didn’t end up buying one. Having a hand at my hole became normal while I rubbed one out, and then I started sneaking it in during sex when I was about to nut. 

“Cum inside me!!” she moaned, holding her big tits while riding me. 

I tried to reach around her ass to get to my crack, but it was pretty much impossible at this angle. She was determined to get it out of me and slammed her body into me. 

“Fuck!” I fake it by closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. “Ahh…ahhh….ahhhh…”

I looked on those apps to see if I can find someone else to fuck me. I looked through all the ones that showed up on the app stores. I considered Sheldon and his husband Travis again but I knew I would always feel like a third wheel around them.

No one felt right.

I lingered on the train’s website scrolling down and reading the same information I’ve read at least 10 times before. Finally, I bought a ticket to New York. I was on the train before I texted him. 

“The weekend? You mean like, right now?” Louis texts me back. 

We may have fucked our friendship by fighting over the same boy, but I’m hoping what’s in the past is in the past. He was the first and only one to ever fuck me. His big dick made me realize something inside of me. I trust him.

I want him. 

I showed up at the pub first and I saw Louis walking towards me looking insanely ripped in his tight t-shirt. 

Jesus, I should work out more.

“What made you come down here?” he asked.

“Needed a change of scenery.” I make up an excuse quickly. “And to see an old friend. Felt like we left things a bit unfinished last time and well, I’m still sorry about that.”

“Let bygones be bygones,” Louis toasts me with his drink to my relief and we chug the rest of it. After a night of catching up, we walked back to his place where he said I can stay on his couch. I laughed when he handed me a floral-patterned blanket from his closet. Still the same lame Louis, even when he’s a big-shot model now. 

“Still not getting laid huh?” I took the blanket from his hand.

“Shut the fuck up.” He pulls his shoulders back, accentuating his pecs in his tight shirt and showing off his nipples. I watched the vein in his right bicep pop up as he chucked me on the pillow. “I’ve gotten plenty.”

Something in me urged me to egg him on. 

“Guys don’t count,” I say, watching his reaction. Louis is obviously getting flustered and the pissed-off look on his face was…it was….

It was hot. It was turning me on.

The words came spilling naturally out of my mouth, backed by years of experience of ragging on him as my best buddy and I watched his chest puff out more and more as he got agitated. I was enjoying every moment of it. He looked good and the way he was glaring at me made me feel something I haven’t in a long time. It’s when he turned around to leave that I stood up quickly to get him to stay. 

“Alright alright, I'm sorry. I apologize!” I say quickly and Louis turns around. “New York girls into muscles?”

I saw Louis’ eyes soften when I complimented his physique and I realized that this was the moment. This is the moment to ask him to fuck me. Fuck me until he scratches that desperate itch deep inside of me. I run the question a hundred times in my head in the 10 seconds that he takes to think about how to reply to me. He looks like he might be expecting something to happen too.

I can’t do it. 

That’s so fucking embarrassing to have to ask like a little bitch. 

Trying to avoid the awkward situation, I put him in a headlock like I always do back home and give him a noogie. 

“HEY! FUCK OFF!” Louis’ body thrashes powerfully against mine. 

Oh fuck…

My crotch burned at the strength that was coming from him. I got distracted and he gained the upper hand, pushing me backwards onto the couch. Trying to cover up my boner quickly before he notices, I wasn’t paying attention when he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the ground. 

It just turned me on more. This is what I needed. I need to get fucked.

so

hard.

“This is what you want right? On your knees!” Louis takes off his pants and pulls out his hardening schlong. I scrambled to pull off my pants and get on my knees. His dick was pushing against my hole a couple seconds later. It’s bigger than I remembered.

Oh shit. It’s happening. It’s really happening. My mind goes blank as my body gets so close to what it has been desiring for months on end. 

“You came all this way to piss me off so you can get fucked again?” 

PTUI!

I suppressed a moan as his hard cock head rubbed his thick spit over my hole.

PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!

DO IT

“Say it!” 

“Louis, just give me what I want,” I say into the couch. My cock is burning hot from the sensation of him rubbing on my entrance. 

DO IT!

“Oh!” My knees drag on the carpet painfully as he forcefully drags me down by the ankles. He pins me down between his muscular thighs and I feel his dick at my crack again.

“Say it. Or you're not going to get it.”

Fuck. I need it. I need it so bad. I need it so fucking bad.

“I want you to fuck me.” The shame rises in my chest. 

“No one’s ever fucked you like I have?” His words started to not make sense to me as his dick prodded at my hole. PLEASE! PUT! IT! IN! “Fuck, your hole wants it so bad.”

YES IT DOES!

“OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I cut my moan short as he penetrated me. It hurts! But it’s perfect! The pain in my hole mirrors the pain in the back of my head as he pulls my hair back. He sunk in deeper and deeper

…and deeper…

Oh …God…

I had to smile when he hit the spot. This is the feeling that I have been searching for so long. Finally, it’s there. His long cock made it hard to think about anything else when it pushed into my guts.

“Say my name.”

“Dude…fuck me…” I groan out. No more games. Please fuck me. Please ram that spot. “OH FUCK!” His dick pierces through me further and stretches out my hole until I grip the floor helplessly.  Louis smothers my face with his foot and I’m forced to smell his sweaty feet.

I’M SO HARD

“SAY!”

“MY!”

“NAME!”

“LOUIS!” I give in, completely overwhelmed by how deeply he is inside me. “LOUIS! OH FUCK! LOUIS!” 

He pounded me angrily, giving me exactly what I needed. Once the initial pain subsided, I relaxed and let him rail me. I closed my eyes in bliss, getting what I wanted and breathing in the soles of his feet. 

“I love your big cock,” I say spontaneously. “I love your–” 

Oh fuck I’m going to cum!

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” He’s pounding at the exact spot that makes the pressure build up slowly. 

MORE!

MORE!

MORE!

I feel like I’m going to piss myself, but I also know what’s about to really happen! 

YES!

My dick, pinned to the carpet by his weight, erupts hands-free and I lose myself in the feeling of getting railed intensely as he fucked the cum out of me. Louis pulls out before I finish and I whine against his foot. 

NO!

Searing hot liquid splatters on my back and my shoulder.

“Louis!” I squirm under his sole. I’m still cumming.

I need it! 

“OHHHHHHH!” My hole clamps down on his shaft as he shoves it back in without warning. 

“Got what you came for?” His voice is marred with the discomfort of how sensitive his cock must be.

I did. I really did.