Reed - Giving In - Zeke

I always had urges towards other guys. Since the first hair sprouted down there, I would get turned on by every attractive body, male or female, it didn’t matter; my dick would tingle. Going through puberty in the early '90s, you learned two things: gay sex means you get AIDS, and that’s that; you are also ostracized by your family and friends. So I learned to suppress those urges, at least enough to date and have sex with girls. Telling myself I could do it because I’m genuinely attracted to both sexes.

By the time I graduated from high school, class of ‘98, I had accidentally given in to those urges more than once, but nothing went too far—just my buddies and I jerkin' off during sleepovers. Though me and my best friend Zeke even traded blow jobs after smoking together one night.

Right out of school, I went to community college, and Zeke joined the Marines. I got my girl pregnant, and we had a shotgun wedding.

In 2002, Zeke was fresh back from a tour in Afghanistan, having just been honorably discharged from the military. I was charged with taking him out on the town to celebrate his newfound freedom. A bunch of us had drinks; his little brother Carl hooked us up with some weed. Later that night, Carl ended up dropping me and Zeke off at the apartment Zeke was staying at while looking for a place of his own. It’s a real shithole spot, but I guess a guy on his “fire team” has a lease and offered it to Zeke temporarily since he enlisted for another tour.

“You guys gonna be ok? I gotta get the car back before pops notices it missing,” Carl asked, looking at his brother on the couch, leaning his head back like he was about to pass out.

“You know what, I don’t suppose you could drop me by my place, could ya?” I asked, knowing my girl would be pissed if she wakes up and I’m not home.

Carl chuckled, “Nah, bruh, that’s way outta my way, and I’m not tryin to drive through your white neighborhood this late at night.”

I chuckled, “It’s not that bad,” I smiled at him, feeling the room spin.

“Just stay here, homie,” Zeke chimed in from the couch.

Carl gestured his hand toward Zeke as if that was a perfect solution to my problem. I gave him a smirk through my half-lidded eyes, shaking my head like, ‘how can I say no to my boy Zeke?’ “I don’t know, Zeke,” I started to say as Carl was reaching for the doorknob.

“Bro, what do you mean you don’t know? We’re gonna keep the party going,” he chuckled, reaching for the baggie of weed Carl had left him.

That was all Carl needed; he gave me a two-finger salute and then bailed. Zeke hadn’t realized his buddy’s place wouldn’t have any way to smoke the weed, so we had to do it like we did in high school and improvised with a soda can.

“How’s things going with Madelina?” Zeke asked, reaching his arms behind his head, his t-shirt rising enough to see his V-cut muscles and his happy trail, just a hint of the waistband of his boxers under his pants.

The problem with weed is that it makes me horny, and I haven’t smoked in more than a year, so it’s hitting me hard. Not to mention it’s been years since he and I messed around, and he’s looking better than ever. In fact, his was the last dick I had in my mouth before I got Maddie pregnant. This thought started blood flowing to my dick. Then his arms came down and covered that small patch of skin, and I refocused. “Oh, you know, bitches be crazy,” I joked.

“Trouble in paradise?” He asked.

“Nah, we are fine, just married couple shit,” I said.

“What, like she ain’t puttin out?” He asked.

I chuckled, “amongst other things, yeah.”

He grabbed his crotch, “Man, I know the feeling. I haven’t had any in about four months.”

I chuckled, feeling my heart start racing. All of our jerk-off sessions back in the day began with similar conversation about how long since we last got our last nut. “Wait, you were in Afghanistan four months ago,” I questioned his math.

He chuckled, “And?” He grabbed the aluminum can. “Nigga, I gotta get a nut somehow,” he lit up the weed, taking a puff and passing it to me.

“Bro, you let dudes play with your dick out there?” I felt a pang of jealousy. I thought I was the only dude he fooled around with.

“Yeah,” He blew out the smoke. “But I promise I thought of you the whole time,” he joked.

“Fuck you, bruh, it ain’t like that,” I insisted.

“Nigga, the last time I saw you, you were slurpin’ down my Johnson like you wanted to suck the nut right outta me,” he grabbed himself through his pants again, giving himself a good squeeze.

“Man, I was high…and drunk, and sad you were leavin’,” I shook my head, remembering how emotional that night was, but I tried to play it off like I was just blasted outta my mind.

“Well… it kept me satisfied for boot camp, but once I was deployed, I needed some other holes to keep me in check,” he gripped tight on what was obviously his hard cock through his jeans.

“Shit, bro… how many guys sucked your dick out there?” I asked, hanging onto the plural of the word ‘hole’.

He chuckled, “Just my boy Carlos. He gotta mouth like a Hoover,” he mimed sucking dick, using both hands and his mouth.

“You said, ‘holes’, plural,” I pressed.

He looked at me dead in the eye, “He got more than one hole, don’t he?”

I felt my blood rush, and despite the weed relaxing me, I felt something like anger at the idea that Zeke fucked a guy and it wasn’t me. “What the fuck, nigga, you fuck dudes now?”

“Nigga, my options were limited, and yeah,” he mimed holding onto someone’s waist as he rode his dick, then bit his lower lip, “but fuck…a tight ass is…nuts,” he rocked his hips up into the imaginary ass.

My heart was racing, his dick was clearly hard in his pants, and I desperately wanted to pull it out, but I couldn’t reconcile with the fact that he fucked another guy and how unsafe that is. “I hope you were smart enough to wear condoms,” I told him, picking up the can and taking another hit.

He looked at me and grinned, “Nigga…why would I have a condom in the desert, surrounded by dudes? Who’s getting pregnant?”

I coughed out the smoke as I laughed, “Bruh, what about disease?”

“Babies are the only disease I’m worried about,” he joked, then looked at me and said, “No offense.”

I chuckled, “She’s not a disease, she’s my…”

“Nut that got away from you?” He joked. I laughed. “Let me guess, you told Maddie you wouldn’t nut in her…and then,” he rocked his hips like he was fucking up into someone and moaned dramatically, “Ungh, ungh, ungh, unnnnnnghhh…you did?” He laughed.

My eyebrows raised, “It was…an accident.”

“I’m sure it was,” he rocked his hips into the imaginary ass again, then his voice got all sexy, “yeah baby, that feels so good, you gonna make me nut,” then he gripped tight and pulled the imaginary ass down hard on his dick and started shaking his body like he was having a seizure and moaning. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. He stopped shaking, “I know all about those accidents,” he grinned at me. “In fact, the night before I left for boot camp, when you were slobbin’ on my knob, I almost nut right in your mouth, it felt so good,” he grabbed his dick again through his pants. It looked like it had lost some stiffness from his goofing around.

“No shit?” I asked, with a little too much lust in my voice and pride from doing a good job. My smile didn’t help either.

He chuckled, “Yeah, but you made it clear that you’d castrate me if I bust in your mouth, so I pulled out because you’re my homie.”

There was a pregnant pause that I’m sure I was supposed to fill, but my brain had flatlined, and all I could think about was that night, and how much cum pumped over my fist onto his stomach immediately after I pulled my lips off his shaft. How hot it was, I even memorized the scent, and I kicked myself for years for not letting him nut in my mouth. If I was going to let anyone do it, it would’ve been Zeke. “Well…I wouldn’t have castrated you, but I probably would’ve gagged,” I joked.

“Good, my dick is the best relationship I have,” he said.

“Did Carlos let you nut in his mouth?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

He grinned, “pshhh, that faggot didn’t get a chance to pull off before I nut. I had literally gone months without busting,” he shook his head as he reminisced, “his warm mouth on my dick…I was only able to enjoy it for about a minute before I was shooting down his throat,” he chuckled.

I smiled at him, “I’m surprised he didn’t knock you out for that.”

Zeke chuckled, “Nah, that pussy joined to serve his fellow marines, not so much the country.”

“Oh, he’s like that, huh?” I gestured with a limp wrist.

“You wouldn’t know by looking at him, but I can’t imagine he got his dick suckin’ skills from suckin’ lollipops,” he chuckled, referencing the first time I sucked his dick and suggested it would be the same feeling and no big deal.

I grinned at him, “Whoa, you said you liked my lollipop suckin' skills.”

He smiled from ear to ear, “Nigga, I did, and at the time it was the best head I ever had.”

I squinted at him, “I thought I was your first.”

He chuckled, “That’s why it was the best.”

I shook my head and tossed a pillow at him, “You’re a dick.”

“Aww…I’m sure your skills have improved now that you’re getting regular head and know what a good blow job feels like, you just gotta learn to enjoy the creamy center once you lick that far,” he tossed the pillow back.

“Phsh, shit, I wish. Maddie doesn’t like suckin my dick, says it hurts her jaw,” I shook my head.

He nodded, “Yeah, having a big dick is a blessing and a curse. That’s why I take the blow jobs from people willin’ to give it out,” his smile curled, “even quicker to take a tight ass willing to spread open for me.”

I smoked some more and sat back against the couch, nodding like I knew what anal felt like even though I’ve never even been close.

“So, wait, Maddie isn’t given’ you that pussy or suckin’ your dick?” He looked frustrated for me.

I put my hands palms up and shrugged, “She’s tired… she’s got a headache… she’s got her period...”

“What she’s got is responsibilities,” he said matter-of-factly.

I chuckled, “Yeah, let me know how well that flies with the next woman you’re shacked up with.”

He chuckled, “I was hopin’ to shack up with a honey tonight, but it looks like it’s just us. Have you learned to enjoy the creamy center yet?” He winked.

I looked at him and licked my lower lip, then pointed with my thumb toward the door, “Sorry, I could leave… if you wanted to call one of your booty calls over. Perhaps Carlos is off duty?” That last part came out with a little more venom than I intended.

“Bro, Carlos never hesitated or denied me when I’m horny.” He gripped his dick in his pants again.

I lifted an eyebrow, “Is that right? That’s how it is?”

He chuckled, “I’m just sayin', he never left me hanging when it was just the two of us, even for a quick nut.”

“What do you give him in return?” I tried to ask casually, but I know it came out more suggestive than it should’ve.

“Depends on the day. A lot of the time, he’s satisfied by getting my nut. My pleasure gives him pleasure, sometimes I gotta make sure he’s feelin’ good too, and I pick those moments as I need to,” he said vaguely. “I always make sure everyone leaves satisfied, though, you know.”

His lingering gaze let me know what he was saying between the lines. “I don’t know, man, it’s been years since I fucked around like that,” I said.

He tilted his head to the side, reading something in my hesitation and looking for the right buttons to push. “Reed,” he grabbed his dick through his pants, “I know you’re married and shit, but I technically owned your mouth before she did,” he grinned at me.

“True, true,” I felt my heart racing. I want to give in to Zeke, but I’ve also never cheated on Madelina.

“I think you should dust off your lolipop suckin’ skills and help a brotha out,” he reached over and put his hand on the back of my head, not pulling me down but rubbing my fresh fade, a tingle he knows turns me on.

I looked down at his bulge, then up to his lips, “Bruh, I would, but…”

He kept rubbing my fade, “but what? It’s not technically cheating ‘cause she ain’t got a dick, you know what I mean?”

He had a point, and with the first weed in my system in more than a year…that point was hard to argue with as his bulge continued to grow…and so did mine. Then I thought about Carlos and Zeke, fuckin’ raw on base. I leaned into his hand, rubbing my head, “I can’t go suckin’ your dick…and then bring something back to Maddie.” I instantly felt guilty that I was suggesting he had caught something, and even more guilty for suggesting I’d cheat on Maddie if he didn’t.

He took a deep breath, “Nigga, I ain’t got nothing, I promise.” He rubbed my ear with his thumb, another spot that he knows sets me off. His big eyes and Taye Diggs' smile were not helping my resolve either.

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” I felt myself teetering on the edge.

“Bro, you know I wouldn’t put your safety at risk, I’d take a fuckin’ bullet for you,” he insisted.

That was something he always said back in the day, and it plucked at my emotions, which were already runnin’ high, and it pushed me over the edge. I quickly reached over to undo his belt before I changed my mind, then the button on his jeans, yanking the zipper open, and fished into his boxers for the dick I’ve been missing for the last four years. He was already hard, and it sprang out the fly of his boxers, all 9” of cut ebony dick, warm and soft to the touch, but firm enough to cut diamonds in my hand. I gave him a few strokes, feeling my saliva start to flow as quickly as the drop of precum appeared on the piss slit of his head. I let him gently pull me down to his dick. I licked it up and down, getting it wet before taking him into my mouth.

Having received numerous blow jobs since the last time I sucked dick, I now know what feels good and how to get a big dick off. He was moaning in no time. I was using my fist on his base and taking at least three inches into my throat, which was a struggle, but he didn’t push, just kept massaging my head and letting out soft moans to let me know he was enjoying it.

I quickly got it all wet and was in a good rhythm. He pulled the front of his shirt up and over his head to keep it from getting slobbered on. Then he was back to rubbing my neck, down my back, and it was a surprise, but his left hand worked over my ass. Back in the day, when we fooled around, he would lay there with his eyes closed and treat my mouth like a Fleshlight, so I was surprised when he started feeling me up. The whole situation already turned me on, but feeling his strong hands running up and down my body, cupping my ass cheeks, pressing on my hole from outside my jeans, then massaging my back as he slid up my shirt, it all felt so good I doubled my efforts on his cock without even thinking. I was getting more dick into my throat than ever. I didn’t want to be outdone by Carlos in the ‘good friend’ department, especially since me and Zeke go way the fuck back to before either of our balls dropped.

“That feels really good, Reed,” he pulled my head up for a second, holding me loosely by the throat as he shoved his boxers and jeans down to mid thigh. “Suck my balls too,” he said, pushing me back down into his crotch.

I have never done that to him, or anyone, but I was in a horny trance and just did what I’ve seen in porno’s, sucking his musky sack into my mouth one nut at a time. Hearing him moan my name as his hands kept exploring my body.

He had my shirt pushed up to my armpits so he could trace the muscles in my back. Nothing like Carlos has built up, I’m sure, but I ball all the time and stay in shape, so I’m no slouch. His hand running up and down my back was doing something to me, though. I found myself grinding into the sofa, my cock hard as a rock, trapped in my boxers and jeans. He kept running his hand up and down my spine, stopping at the waistband of my boxers, then he’d trace back up. Sometimes he would let his hand slide over my jeans and cup my ass, but it was when his fingers would hook right between my cheeks on my hole that I’d moan on his dick like a fuckin’ slut, and I couldn’t help it. Nobody ever touched me there, and here my best friend was practically massaging my ass as I tried my best to get his root into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good, Reed,” he mumbled, and his right hand massaged my neck as his left hand went down my back again to cup my ass.

I doubled my efforts again, trying to get those last couple of inches into my throat, grinding my precum-leaking dick into the sofa some more. The hornier I got, the easier it was for me to suck his big dick. I almost had my gag reflex in check, but when his hand was traveling down my back again, it accidentally slipped into my boxers and grabbed a handful of bare ass cheek, and the surprise made me gag a bit. I pulled off his dick and gave him a few strokes, “Bruh, what are you doin'?” I licked his head, teasing the ridges with my tongue, tasting his sweet precum.

“Mmm, nigga I never noticed how plump your ass is.” He squeezed my cheek tighter, and it felt so good I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. Feeling self-conscious about it, I put his dick back into my mouth and tried not to think about it, just enjoy the massage. Or at least I tried to, but the next time his hand traveled down my back and into my boxers, he didn’t grab a handful of ass, he let his fingers trace my asshole, and it made me squirm right off his dick.

“Yo,” I chuckled, and kept stroking his meat. “What you doin’, bruh?”

“Damn, Reed, you ain’t never had your hole played with?” He asked as his fingers tried again to circle my no-go zone.

“Nah, that’s not my thing,” I told him, then gave his dick a lick.

“Never?” He asked with surprise. “Maddie never ate you out? Not even a finger to get you to nut quicker?” His middle finger planted right in the center of my hole and added pressure, but my pucker didn’t let him in, even though it felt really fuckin’ good.

“Mmm, nuh-uh, we don’t get down like that,” I told him as I stroked his nine inches some more.

He leaned over me, hooking both thumbs into my boxers, he shoved my jeans and drawers down to my thighs, exposing my ass.

“Nigga, what are you doin’?” I asked with too much pleasure in my voice for him to stop. I was craning my neck to see my bare ass being palmed by his big hands. I could feel my dick now free from my pants, leaking onto the sofa, and couldn’t help but clench my ass cheeks as he squeezed them and pulled them apart, which only made me grind my dick harder into the cushions.

He brought his left hand up to his mouth, wet it, then brought it right back to my crack, smearing saliva on my hole. The feeling was incredible. I’ve never played with my ass before. I’ve wondered what it would feel like, even wondered about maybe letting a guy fuck me back in the day, but I put those thoughts outta my mind so I wouldn’t slip up and let it happen.

“Damn, Reed, you’re hole is so tight,” he said, and I felt his finger pushing on the center until the pad pushed past the outer ring.

“Mmmm, shit, nigga,” I squirmed and gripped his dick tighter in my fist, resting it against my cheek. He applied more saliva and quickly inserted a second finger. “Ahhh…fuck,” I groaned.

“Jesus, that’s way tighter than Carlos ever was,” he mumbled.

I tried to rub two brain cells together to respond in a way that sounded like, ‘thanks but pull your fingers out of my ass,’ but it only came out as, “Mmm, ooh that's….” And I lazily continued to stroke his cock, rubbing it on my face as I continued inhaling his scent and feeling a new pleasure in my ass I ain’t never felt before.

He suddenly pulled his finger out of my hole. He spanked my ass, making me yelp…a manly, masculine yelp. Then he quickly scooped his right arm under my chest and did a slow-motion body slam as he lifted me, rolled me onto my back, then pulled my legs up by the denim of my unzipped crotch, until my tangled ankles were up in the air and my hole was exposed to him. I felt the room spin and was a bit confused as to what was happening, but Zeke seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Before I had any wits about me, he was shoving a throw pillow under my ass, pushing my legs closer to my face, blocking my line of sight with my jeans and boxers, then I felt him spit on my hole a second before he tongue dove right in. “Oh fuck, mmmm, what are you doin’?” I mumbled as I hooked my arms through my legs, holding onto my jeans so I could see his head swiveling below my balls as he moved between my ass cheeks, giving me my first and most intense rim job. “Oh shit, nigga…mmm…that’s real good,” I mumbled.

“You like that?” He moaned into my hole and kept licking.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned and reached for my hard dick to stroke my eight inches of meat to the rhythm of his tongue on my hole. The short hair on his head tickled my balls just right; this is the euphoria I’ve always heard about sex being. “Fuck…nig….ungh, that feels so good,” I mumbled.

“Open that hole for me, let my tongue in,” he breathed onto my ass lips.

I didn’t know how to open my hole, but I pulled my legs further down and gave him better access, letting him do the work to unlock my inner slut. He worked my hole over for so long my precum was just a stream getting my boxers wet, and I was moaning like a little bitch to his every touch. When he was finally able to get his tongue into my hole, I almost cried from how good it felt to be touched like that. “Fuck, Zeke, oh my God, that’s so fuckin’ good,” I moaned and dropped my dick so I didn’t nut all over my jeans.

He gave me a few minutes of deep tongue action, licking my inner walls like it’s his girl's pussy, and I now understand why bitches be screamin’ in porn. Zeke knew how to work his tongue in ways I could never learn. He pulled his head outta my ass and scooted up against me. He wiped the wetness off his face, and I watched him drool out onto his dick, which then started rubbing on my hole. “Mmm, shiiit,” I moaned, the silky smooth helmet of Zeke’s cock teasing my hole felt so good, but then I realized what he was doin’ and had to stop him. “Mmmm, bruh, what are you doin’?”

“Fuck, Reed,” he huffed. “That ass is beggin’ for it,” he slid his tip over my pucker a few times.

“Ungh, nah, man, I don’t get down like that.” I couldn’t let him fuck me; it would change everything.

He nudged his tip over my hole again, this time adding a little more pressure, “You tried it before?” He added more spit and nudged his tip again. It was silky and felt so good.

“Mmm…no,” I moaned, unable to verbalize the ‘and I’m not going to start now.’

He rocked his hips, pushing my knees tighter to my chest as his cock pressed into my pucker, but didn’t get in before slipping off. “Mmm, maybe you should try it before you say you don’t.” He squeezed his hands on my thighs, not in a painful way, but like he was kneading the muscles, and it felt good.

“Mmmm,” I heard myself moan at his touch. The tip of his cock was really pushing on my hole, and even though it felt so fucking good, I clamped shut and pushed him out.

He groaned, “Nigga, come on, don’t give me blue balls.” He rocked his hips again, the helmet landing right on my pucker like a laser-guided missile.

“Mmm, I don’t know, man…ahh…. I wanna help you get your nut, but not like…mmm that,” I sighed and tried not to moan as he added pressure to my pucker.

“Come on, bruh, it’s been so long since I’ve had a tight ass, I’ll nut real quick if you let me fuck you,” He insisted.

He wanted my ass so bad, I found myself wanting to give it to him, but I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship either. “Carlos…mmm….just let you fuck him?”

“If we could get alone—like this, yeah,” he nudged his helmet into my pucker. I felt my hole wanting to give in.

“Ungh, fuck, and you were just cool after?” I asked, trying to choose my words wisely.

He nudged his dick again, the head spreading my hole open a little more, “Of course, he’s my boy, just like you’re my boy, but he made sure I got my nut when I needed it.”

Zeke’s words were not subtle; neither was the warhead he was trying to gently push into my hole. “Mmmm, like right now?”

He rocked his hips, and his head almost breached my ring, but then popped out and slid between my legs, and he groaned. “Nnngh, yeah, but he would’a let me in already.” He put his left hand on the crotch of my jeans to hold my legs up as his right hand dropped down and grabbed his dick, adding more saliva, he smeared it on my hole with the head.

“Mmm,” it felt so good, I know I’m gonna kick myself if I don’t let it happen this once. “You got a condom?” I looked up to his foggy eyes.

“Nig-ga,” his head fell back, “you know I ain’t got no fuckin’ condom, just be my boy and let me fuck you,” he let his slicked up head rest right back into my pucker, and I tried not to clench.

“Nnnmmm, not without a condom,” I felt like an ass hole for saying it.

He groaned and stopped teasing my hole, sitting back on his legs as he stroked his dick. “Let me fuck between your legs, then.”

My legs dropped into his lap, tangled in my jeans and boxers. “Huh?”

“Let me fuck between your legs. I would do it with other dudes that didn’t want to take it in the ass, it feels good enough to get my nut,” he said.

I made a mental note to ask more about that later. “Oh, ok,” I wasn’t sure what he was gettin’ at, but I was horny and didn’t want to give him blue balls. This doesn’t sound like cheating; if anything, it’s like a fancy hug, and if he happens to nut…that’s just lucky for him, right?

He got off the couch and went into the bedroom, holding his jeans and boxers halfway up his thighs as he walked away. He came back a minute later with some K/Y and a towel. He had me lay on the towel to protect the couch, then pulled my jeans and boxers off. “Lay face down,” he said. I quickly did as I was told and he massaged my ass for a second, then dove his tongue back into my pucker, lubing me back up and had me moaning and squirming in seconds. He removed his jeans and boxers, then straddled my ass, letting his slick cock slide up and down my crack, and I let out an uncontrollable moan. In my head, it was a subtle moan, but he picked right up on it. “You sure you don’t want it?” He nudged again. Then he tried to bait me, “Carlos took it like a champ, like this,” he added.

“Mmm,” I looked back over my shoulder at him. His shirt still tucked up behind his head like a harness, naked from the chest down, his dick standing straight out, “You know you’re my boy, and I would, but not without a condom,” I insisted.

“I gotchu,” he said, pouring lube all over his cock and then drizzling it on my ass crack. It was cold, and I squirmed at the weird feeling. I turned away and put my head on the pillow that was under my ass earlier. The added lube on his cock felt even more silky as he traced my crack, over my hole, and then down between my legs. He lay on top of me, his breath on my ear, “close your legs tight together,” he whispered.

I clamped my legs and felt him start to hump into me. It was weird at first, but his body heat on my back, his scent wafting into my lungs as I felt his muscles tighten and loosen as he slowly fucked his dick between my thighs, pushing on my grundle and balls with each thrust. I couldn’t help but rock with him as he breathed heavier on my neck. I started grinding my hard dick into the towel under me, and his dick slipped up my crack over my hole, and we both moaned. He fucked between my crack for a few thrusts before arching his ass, reaching between us, and pulling his cock over my hole and back down between my legs, where he started right back at full speed.

After a few minutes, he sat up and added more of the lube, then right back to humping into me. His hips slamming into my ass was a new sensation I’ve never felt, each thump resonating into my guts in a way that had my cock leaking precum onto the towel.

The next time his cock slipped up and trailed over my hole, he kissed my neck, and it made me moan. He arched his hips, and the cock slid right into place, and he pushed the tip right into my pucker, two inches of cock popped right into me, and we both moaned. “Ahhh fuck, ahhh, nigga, no,” I groaned, feeling the sting that I didn’t know comes with getting dick in your ass for the first time.

“Mmm…my bad, bro,” he groaned, holding it there for a second, and then he slowly pulled out. Spreading his legs, he humped into me again, this time his cock popped into my hole with a little less pain.

“Ahh, shit, nigga, no, unh-uhh,” I bucked him off.

“My bad, bruh, Carlos always let me slide in when we were like this,” he slid his lubed cock like a hot dog between my buns, the texture of his dick rumbling into my horny hole.

“Mmm,” I moaned at the pleasure. He kissed my neck again, and this time it registered that Zeke was kissing me. “He always let you slide in like this?” I asked, with a need in my voice.

“Mmmhmm, he loves it when I push in from behind,” Zeke rocked his hips over my hole again, then, on the next stroke, let the helmet catch on my hole.

I felt the pressure of him trying to slowly pop in, “Mmmm…just the tip, ok?”

“Mmmm, I can do that,” he kissed my neck some more as he very slowly pushed in two inches of thick meat.

“Mmmm….fuuuuuck, bruuuh, that’s more than the tip,” I groaned.

He nibbled my ear, “Nigga, you so tight, I had to push to get the tip in,” he mumbled, not retreating any of his inches.

I flexed my cock into the towel under me, and my hole around Zeke’s cock, “Shit, bruh, that feels good, though.”

“You want some more?” He asked, flexing his cock inside me.

I reached back and rubbed the back of his head with my right hand, and let my left hand come around and pull his ass deeper into me. “Yeah, fuck… just don’t nut in me, bro.”

He started pushing deeper, half of his cock in me now, stretching my hole in ways I never knew I could be stretched. Most of it felt good, but there was an ache that was lingering and trying to ruin the pleasure of Zeke fucking me. He didn’t push any deeper and started using six of his inches to open me up. It was rough at first, but when he started kissing my neck again, it relaxed me, and I was able to start seeing why Carlos let him do this whenever he wanted. “MMmm, shit, that feels good, Zeke,” I mumbled, turning my head toward him.

He kissed my cheek, “Yeah, you like my dick in you?” He kept hunching up into me.

“Fuck, bruh, it’s…so…ungh, good,” I moaned and arched up to meet his thrust, taking more of his dick deeper into my ass. “Ungh, fuck,” I groaned and hissed at the size of my best friend's cock in my hole.

He kissed my cheek, close to my lips, “Fuck, Reed, you’re so tight, I’m about to nut,” He said.

His cock was getting thicker in me, pressing on my prostate, and I was moaning into the couch pillow, “Mmm, don’t nut in me, get close, but pull out,” I told him, trying to get as much from this as I could.

“I’m close,” he warned, giving me deeper thrusts that made my toes curl. Then he added, “Carlos usually lets me nut in him when I’m this close.”

“Ungh, fuck,” I groaned, his next thrust hitting deeper. My mind was swirling, and I felt jealous of Carlos.

“Where do you want it?” He whispered, gripping me tight.

“On my ass, nut on my ass,” I mumbled, disappointing both of us in that moment.

He gave me two more deep thrusts and pulled out just in time for me to feel the first spurt right on my burning hole, the next on my crack, the next few dripping down my balls as he grunted and held himself, ass arched above me. “Fuuuuck, Reed,” he huffed my name into my ear as the last few drops of his nut dripped onto my crack. He stroked himself and caught his breath for a second, and I continued to grind my dick into the towel. “I got another one in me, can I push back in?” He asked.

Not thinking, my own dick making decisions for my balls in a state of pure horniness, I mumbled, “Mmm-hmmm,” and felt his cum covered cock start pushing into my hole. “Mmm, fuck, wait, nigga…ungh, you gotta clean it off first,” I groaned as half his cock pushed into my hole with some of his nut lubing the way.

“Oh, fuck, my bad, bruh,” he pulled out quickly. Grabbed part of the towel I’m lying on and wiped his nut off my ass.

I twisted myself to look at him, “Did you get cum in me?”

He was stroking his nine inches, coated in lube and semen, and shrugged, “I might have got…a little in by accident,” he couldn’t help but grin.

I rolled onto my back, “Shit, Zeke,” I groaned.

He scooted up between my legs. “My bad, bruh, I just got excited to push back in, I didn’t think…” I felt him jerking his cock between my ass cheeks, the head right on my well-lubed hole. He leaned over me, “You gonna let me get my second nut?” His hand pressed on the couch next to my head as he bent down and kissed my neck.

That pleasure point knocked my horniness back into high gear, and my need to get off was now a lit fuse. “Mmmm, fuck… I guess it don’t matter now,” I felt him hook my left leg into his right elbow, spreading my legs, the tip of his cock finding my hole easily, and he started pushing in. It was a little raw for the first few pumps, and I groaned, but the extra lube helped soothe my hole. He started sucking on my neck, and I felt myself relax for his next few inches. He gave me a few pumps and then put his forehead on mine, “feel good?”

I felt his breath on my lips; his thrusting had changed to something more animalistic now that he got his first nut. It felt so good that it took everything in me not to moan like a girl losing her virginity. I nodded ‘yes’. I was afraid to let him know how good it felt, afraid he’d think less of me for enjoying it this much.

He humped into me a few more breathless pumps, each deeper than the last, “Can I cum in you this time?”

He already pushed some of his first nut into me, and my brain instantly reasoned it didn’t make a difference at this point. I bit my upper lip and nodded, ‘yes’. He smiled, and his lips grazed mine as his dick bottomed out. “Ungh,” I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me and I kissed him back. He humped into me, faster, harder, deeper. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue exploring my mouth and mine exploring his. I felt my hard dick flopping against his abs with each thrust into my ass. I reached between us and started beating my dick, clenching and unclenching my hole around his pounding cock. It felt so good, I was insane with pleasure. His animal instinct was unstoppable now that he knew he had permission to shoot his second nut in my guts. His pleasure became my pleasure as I stroked myself off on his pounding cock in my hole. I was getting the full Zeke at this point, all nine inches thrusting deep into my guts, and I couldn’t help but moan, though I tried to hide it.

“I’m about to nut,” He warned for the second time tonight.

I ran my free hand up the back of his neck and stroked my dick faster with my other hand, rocking my hips in tune with his thrusting. “Fuck, me too,” I groaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I pumped my cock as he thrust into me.

“I’m ‘bout to nut,” he thrust harder, adding more of his body weight to my one leg, stretching me even more, and his cock swelled inside me. “Reed, ungh,” he mumbled and thrust inside me. I felt his body stiffen, and his cock throbbed inside me as he held his breath.

I stroked faster, and he thrust a gentle, small thrust into me, silky smooth from his cum, and it set me off. My head pushed forward against his as my abs tightened and my balls tightened, my hole clamped on his dick, and my cum shot outta my dick onto his abs, one shot after the next as I twitched under him. His cock flexing inside me was subtle but in this moment felt like it was stirring paint because I was in sensory overload as my entire body shook and cum drianed from my balls for a few more seconds until it was over and I relaxed onto the couch. “Shit,” I groaned, out of breath.

He smiled and sat up, looking down at the cum all over his chest. “Damn, nigga. Carlos never nut on me like that,” he chuckled.

I know that was supposed to be some sort of compliment, but as he slowly pulled his deflating, cum coated cock out of my ass, it only made me worried about what we just did instead.

I got up and quickly rinsed off in the shower, making sure to thoroughly wash my ass even though I know he dumped an entire load deep inside me and it was probably stuck up there.

When I came back into the living room, Zeke was passed out on the couch. I quietly got dressed and snuck out.

When I got home, I stripped to my boxers and got into bed with my wife.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of breakfast being made in the kitchen and got up to shower. When I took my boxers off, there was a huge stain by the seat, and I recognized that from having wet dreams back in the day. That was a jizz stain. More specifically, it was Zeke’s nut, having leaked outta my ass while I was sleeping. I felt grossed out and hopped in the shower to wash off my shame. Promising myself that if I didn’t catch anything from him, I’d never do anything like that again.

It turns out I didn’t catch anything but his nut that night. I also broke my promise to myself shortly after finding out I didn’t catch anything.