Mikey's Ass 02

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Chapter 2: Boy Smell

After what happened in the garage, I didn’t bring it up, and neither did he. At dinner with the family we acted normal, joking around like always, but underneath it all we were both waiting for the other to slip. It wasn’t even subtle. Every time our eyes met across the table I could tell we were thinking the same thing. It was like we were in this unspoken game, pretending nothing happened while knowing exactly what did.

Around the house, Mikey started messing with me. He’d walk past me with a towel on, suddenly taking more showers than normal, and let it drop before he got to his room, showing off that ass he knew I was obsessing over. And during the day, he was suddenly finding more reasons to bend over in sweats and stay there way too long, giving me a full view of his round ass. I could smell the male aroma on him. It was starting to drive me crazy. Everything about him made me think of ass and sex and cumming. Sometimes I honestly wasn’t sure if he was clueless or if he knew exactly what he was doing, but either way it got in my head. Half the time I caught myself watching him, and when he noticed, he’d grin like he had me on a string.

One lazy afternoon, while Ian and Scott were sitting with me on the couch playing Xbox, there was no room for him to sit down and join us. He dropped down casually, right onto my lap. I got hard almost instantly, thankfully concealed under his ass. He subtly moved around on my crotch, while the guys both cracked up, saying stupid stuff like, “look at the bros, how cuuuute,” not realizing how much was going on under the surface. My hands shot up in the air like I was innocent, trying to laugh it off, but inside I was freaking out. Mikey shifted again slightly, smirking as he felt my throbbing erection against him, then slid off like nothing happened, grabbing the controller from Scott and yelling at him for losing the round. I adjusted my cock without the guys noticing it, stuffing it down and holding it tight between my thighs. Now I just had to sit here until it went away.

At a family dinner later that week, Mike and I ended up squeezed into the same side of a booth at a fancy restaurant. His hip and ass pressed right against me and the front of my pants bulged up before I could even think about it. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, and that only made it worse. I thought it would be fun to mess with him, since nobody else at the table could see me down there, but Mikey did. Just as he took a huge bit of pasta, I tapped his elbow and tilted my eyes down. He glanced, saw my crotch mountain, and nearly choked. The fork clattered on his plate, and everyone looked over for a second. I rubbed his shoulder like I was just checking if he was okay, keeping a straight face while inside I was smirking.

That night, I was having a nice goon session by myself in my room, tuning the world out and sloshing my big meat while staring at a discord channel full of amateur home videos of big booty college blondes. I’ll be honest, Mike’s ass was on my mind the entire time, but I still had to look at a girl or else it was “too gay” in my mind. I didn’t even like any other dude’s ass anyway. I tried and it didn’t feel right.

Right after I came a backed up volcano of jizz up to my chest and neck, Mike suddenly, but timidly pushed open the door to my room, and I faced away to quickly wipe myself with a pair of dirty underwear and throw it on the floor.

While he was pretending not to notice what I had obviously been doing, I pulled my sweats up over my exposed ass, and he noted some flimsy excuse to talk about "boy stuff", the term we had used our whole lives for when we needed to talk to each other, even if it was nothing serious. He sat on my rug cross-legged. I kicked the cum rag under my bed and joined him, shirtless, wearing just my shorts. He avoided my eyes, nervous, like he was daring me to mention what we were both clearly thinking about.

Luckily I had just finished jerking off, so I felt like I had an upper hand in the horniness.

Finally he said quietly, “Would you really do those things you said… if I was a girl?”

There it is.

“You know it,” I answered.

He bit his lip, still nervous. I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “On that note,” I said, “I was wondering…”

I pulled out my thick meat pole, still half hard from my nice goon sesh, and hooked my shorts under my balls. My junk flopped onto the floor between my legs, and I looked him in the eye. “What would you do to me if I were gay?”

His eyes went wide and I saw his whole body wince. It was his first time seeing it up close. He had faced away from me in the garage the other day.

Instead of answering, or running out the door, he shifted toward me, close enough that I could feel his warmth. I felt blood flow back into my cock. His face was red, but his eyes never left my crotch. Soon he was close enough that I could smell him. It was deodorant or anything. It was just his natural scent that I had started to associate with the perfect ass he was carrying around all day. Suddenly I felt like I could cum again.

“I mean, I don’t know,” he said as he tried to swallow through a dry throat. “It’s so big.”

I grabbed it by the base. It was half hard by now. I wiggled it around for him to look at. 

“I guess,” he said, “I wanna suck it. I mean, um, like, I would suck it, if it were someone else. Some gay guy.” His words lingered as I started to stroke myself.

“Is that all?” I said, getting more blood flowing into my dick by the second.

He gulped and turned red, then spoke very quietly, like he couldn’t control his sudden shyness. “I would put it in my ass.”

“Oh really? You would want something like this inside you?” I replied.

“It’s so… damn nice,” he said. I think “damn” was the only curse word he could think of in the moment. He was honestly pretty innocent.

“Which do you think is better, your dick or my ass?” he said, gulping between nervous words.

“I don’t know,” I said, “Maybe we should compare again.”

I saw him shift in place. He was so horny, it was adorable.

“Right now?” he said, already sitting up a bit, ready to change position.

“Why not?” I replied, feeling my balls contract on their own as my dick continued to harden.

He silently turned around on his knees and dropped his shorts. Just like last time, I melted when I finally got to see it again. It hadn’t lost an ounce of its appeal. Pale white, with a tan line at the waist, the most attractive curve. It was simply a perfect ass. He put down his hands and got in doggy style, sticking out his ass so his pink hole was showing. I took a big whiff of the air and smelled the perfection coming off him.

I finally reached out and touched it. He didn’t flinch as my fingers groped the muscle and ass meat, massaging the center of his cheeks with my thumbs, my fingers wrapping around his hips. It was more than just touching skin, it was god speaking to me, through ass. 

I jutted my hips forward and rubbed my dick on him, right up the middle of his ass, and pulled his cheeks over to cover my cock. I rubbed forward and back, sloshing my pre-cum up and down over his hole as his butt rubbed deliciously across the bottom of my cock. He started to breathe heavy, obediently holding position on all fours. 

Suddenly, I came. I didn’t even know an orgasm was about to happen. I started to squirt and it shot all the way up to the back of his head. I gripped his butt cheeks tightly and rubbed my dick harder up and down them as I felt my insides explode with pleasure. Cum puddled on his ass and ran down his cheeks. One line ran down to his balls and dripped off onto the floor. Even after finishing, his ass covered in cum was the most beautiful thing in the world to me. While I had never thought I would actually do it, the next thing that happened was like a reflex. 

I leaned down with my tongue out, licking my voluminous load off his cheeks and his hole, lapping up all my seed while he moaned at the touch of my tongue. I spread his cheeks apart, watching remnants of my cum dripping down over his hole. I stuck my tongue inside and started pushing in circles and random directions. He leaned back firmly against my face and groaned.

I never even went soft. I continued to rim him roughly as I lifted his butt up in the air, his body so light that I barely noticed the weight of him. His legs wrapped around my neck while his hands held him steady on the floor. I lifted him higher until I was standing with his ass in my face, and my cock poking at his head. He held my hips to steady himself as his body writhed under my spider-man rimjob. His own heavy piece of meat throbbed on my chest, and I didn't even care about feeling a dick on me, some distant part of my brain realizing that I had crossed a sort of boundary of acceptance. 

I heard his breathing continue to escalate as I placed him on the bed. His whole body was upside down as I continued to eat him out. I could feel streaks of his pre-cum running down my chest as my hips started thrusting on their own, like I had no control over it. My throbbing monster cock tapped his face repeatedly until he grabbed it, and started licking the head. I was in heaven. This was everything I needed. I leaned forward and started pressing my heavy rod against his tongue, then past his lips and into his mouth, while I kept licking his ass. My cock was probably too thick for him, especially for his first time, but he was a trooper and let me set the pace. His lips were stretched to their maximum, and naturally there was a little bit of teeth since my cock was simply larger than his jaw. He moaned and swallowed spit and pre-cum as he let me continue rubbing the first few inches of my cock in and out of his mouth. He was enjoying it as much as I was, even if I had no plans of touching his dick, and I just kept tongueing his ass.

I was surprised my mouth didn’t get tired, but I had never been more turned on in my life. We essentially ended up in a sixty-nine position with me on top, but I was eating his ass and fucking his mouth.

I finally flipped him over and pressed him down onto the bed. I ran my cock up and down between his juicy cheeks again, only this time his hole was primed with a half hour of action from my tongue, drenched in saliva, and ready to get fucked. 

"You'd be the perfect girl," I said, and he just groaned as I passed the large head of my cock back and forth over his hole. It was loose now that I had tongued him so hard. He was putty in my hands, and the ass I'd been dreaming about was finally mine to use.

I kept the probing and light pressure for a long time. The taboo aspect of it, as hot as it had become in my mind, was eating at me. I just didn't know if this was actually ok, or just some fucked up thing in the moment that we would both regret forever. My dick had certainly made up its mind, 100%, but my fucking brain was skeptical. 

While I thought about it, I just said stuff like, "If only you were a girl... You'd be the perfect girl... I would do it all to you..."

Then he let out a long moan, like a whimper. "Stop telling me... just show me."

That was all I needed. I pressed forward. I felt his hole tighten on me as I popped the wet, juicy head inside. His head dropped down as his body braced. There was so much pre-cum and spit on his ass that it was escaping his hole already as I pressed in. I felt his heartbeat on my cock, and it felt like I was already having some type of orgasm. It was euphoria, and satisfaction. Everything in the world was perfect. All I wanted was to keep pushing in deeper.

The sight of my thick cock stretching him open, the sound of his heavy breathing as he slowly leaned back into me, the dark curls on his head that matched mine. Every sense of mine was stimulated, and it was all bliss. I leaned forward and took a big whiff of the air around him. He smelled like me, the familial sense driving me wild. It was so wrong, but I had never wanted anything more in my life.

He gripped the sheets and breathed hard while I squeezed his cheeks with both hands. I held them tight and pushed them in and out, on and off my shaft as it stretched his hole widely. It was as good as the feeling in his hole, just seeing it in action. 

I let him lean back on it, pressing back onto my cock, penetrating himself. 

“You’re taking it better than I expected,” I said.

“I’ve been…” he said, pausing to take a heavy breath, “practicing.”

“Fuck…” I said under my breath as I watched his hole swallow another inch of me.

“My flashlight has been my practice cock,” he said a little too loudly between heavy breathing.

“Shh,” I whispered urgently, “Mom and Dad might hear us.”

I continued slowly penetrating as best I could, loving every second of it, when I felt his hole start to pulse on me. I realized he was cumming. I leaned forward and pressed into him to the hilt as he released a strained whimper of pleasure. I laid my sweaty chest against his back, and nibbled his ear. 

“You’re perfect,” I said. He just continued to breathe hard.

I felt him start to squeeze his ass muscles on me. I wasn’t even thrusting, but his efforts were literally milking me. 

“I… ehh…” was the only thing that escaped my mouth as I felt my balls contract and my entire crotch pulse. My whole lower body tensed, giving Mikey a heavy creampie in his hole. 

I lowered our bodies together onto the bed, staying inside him. I groaned quietly and gave a couple quick thrusts to finish off my orgasm, and saw him squint his eyes in pleasure. I rolled us to our sides and held an arm around his chest, keeping him tight against me. His sweaty hair just under my nose, I smelled him and took in the scent of boy. He wasn’t a girl, but he was perfect.