I Showed My Friend I Could Suck My Own Cock - Part 2: Ass to Mouth, a Short Trip 

Everyone is 18.

After the first time he sucked me off, after weeks of him watching me suck my own cock in front of him before I sucked him off as well, the room smelled of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the lingering scent of what we’d just done. My chest was still rising and falling rapidly, my skin damp and tingling from the intensity of it all. He was lying next to me, naked as well, on my bed. His breathing was just as ragged as mine, but his eyes were already darkening with something new—something hungry.

I didn’t say anything, just leaned back against the pillows, my body still humming with the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm of my life. While I always craved the intimacy and thrills of sexual experience, I was never desperate to get my dick sucked, because I could do it to myself. But, after Matt showed me what it felt like to be pleasured by someone else, it seemed that my life had changed. My cock was still hard, twitching in the cool air of the room, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I didn’t look at him, but I knew what he was thinking, knew he was watching me, his eyes tracing the lines of my body—my chest, my stomach, the curve of my cock—and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“What?” I asked, my voice teasing, finally turning to meet his gaze.

He didn’t answer right away, just continued to stare at me with that same hunger in his eyes. His hand drifted down to his own cock, still hard and leaking, and he started to stroke himself slowly, his fingers moving with a practiced ease that made my breath catch in my throat. He didn’t break eye contact, not even when a low moan escaped his lips, and I could feel the heat building in my groin all over again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and thick with desire. “I can’t stop watching you.”

I didn’t respond, just let out a low chuckle, my eyes drifting down to his cock. I had seen it before—had tasted it before—but there was something about the way he was stroking himself now, so casually, that made my mouth water. I wanted to taste him again, to feel him throbbing in my mouth as he came undone again.

As if reading my mind, he moved closer, his hand still stroking his cock, and I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin.

“Do it,” he said, his voice low and commanding. 

I knew what he meant. The way he said it, so direct, so unapologetic, sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t hesitate, just reached down and grabbed my cock, guiding it toward my mouth. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every movement, and it made my heart race. I had done this before, knew how to do it, but there was something about doing it now, with him commanding me, that made it feel different, more intense.

I leaned forward and held my legs, pulling myself downward, my lips brushing against the tip of my cock, and I let out a soft moan. The taste of precum greeted my tongue, warm and familiar, and I swirled my tongue around the sensitive skin, savoring the sensation. I could feel the tension building in my body, the heat pooling in my groin, and I knew I was already close. I had to switch positions.

I lifted my legs in the air, pulling my feet behind my head, which spread my ass cheeks apart, showing him my pink hole, as I kept my cock in my mouth. From here, I tensed my neck and continued to bob on myself while he watched my hole pucked and squirm with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hand moving faster on his own cock. “That’s always so fucking hot.”

I didn’t respond, just leaned further, taking more of myself into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of my skin, could feel the way my cock throbbed against my tongue, and I moaned louder, the sound muffled with my mouth full of myself. My eyes fluttered shut as I worked myself over, my hands gripping my thighs to keep myself steady, balancing on my back and making my bed rock back and forth with my movements, but I could still feel his gaze on me, hot and heavy, and it made it even hotter.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening around his cock. “Your ass… I didn’t notice it before, but…”

His words trailed off, and I could feel his hand firmly grip my ass cheek, his thumb immediately brushing against my hole, tentative at first, then more confident. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned louder, my body trembling as he started to play with my asshole and press down with his thumb while he groped my butt cheek and squeezed firmly. His fingers were warm, slightly rough, and as he pushed his thumb inside, I couldn’t help but gasp, my cock slipping from my mouth.

“Yes,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, he leaned down and started making out with my ass. I thought I was getting the thrill of my lifetime when he blew me, but him eating me out while I blew myself was next level dopamine surge to my brain. It was like I was on a new drug. He made out with my hole for a minute and I had to stop bobbing on myself or else I would cum again.

He moved his mouth off of me, and pressed one, then another finger inside, stretching me open, and I could feel the heat building in my groin all over again. His fingers moved in and out of me, slow and deliberate, and I could feel myself opening up to him, my body responding to his touch in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. He looked at me as if he were asking a question.

I nodded wordlessly, unable to speak, and he pulled his fingers out, moving into position in front of me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole, hot and thick, and my body tensed in anticipation. He spit down onto where his cock met my hole, and pushed inside slowly. The pressure was intense but not painful, and I moaned louder, my hands gripping the sheets as he filled me.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands gripping my thighs as he started to thrust into me. “You feel so good.”

I couldn’t respond, just let out a low moan as he moved inside me, his cock stretching me open in the most delicious way. His thrusts were slow at first, but as he picked up speed, I could feel the pleasure building inside me, overwhelming and intense. His hands moved to my head, guiding me back down onto my cock, and I didn’t resist, just let him push me down until my lips were wrapped around myself again.

“Yes,” he groaned, his hips slamming into me with a rhythm that had me in another dimension. “This is so weird and hot.”

I moaned around my cock, the sensation of him fucking me while my mouth was filled with myself almost too much to bear. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me further down onto my cock in rapid bursts, like my head was a basketball and my guts were being stuffed with a thick rod. I was surpried at the way my cock his the back of my throat, as I had never gone this deep before, but him forcing my head down made it work. His thrusts grew harder, more erratic, and I knew he was close. We both were.

His voice low and commanding, he growled at me, “I’m not done with you yet.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, the raw authority in his voice igniting something primal deep within me. He wasn’t asking something of me—he was demanding, and my body responded instantly, submitting to him entirely, heat pooling low in my belly. His cock was still buried inside me, thick and unyielding, and I could feel the way it throbbed, as if it were alive and independently hungry for more. My mouth wrapped again around my own cock, the taste of his cum from earlier still lingering on my tongue, but I knew that wasn’t enough for him. Not now.

He pulled out of my ass abruptly, my lips still on my own cock, but the sudden emptiness made me huff and almost whimper. It felt weird being empty after the first time being stuffed. Before I could even process what was happening, his hands returned to my neck and the back of my head, pulling my mouth off of my cock. He sat up, and his large member was in my face.

“Open up,” he growled, his voice low and thick with desire.

I looked at him confused, wondering exactly what he was going to do, but I didn’t hesitate, parting my lips obediently. I could feel him shift behind me, his hands gripping my neck and head, his body holding my legs up in the air, as he guided himself to my mouth. The head of his cock brushed against my lips, and I opened wider, taking him in. My feet were still behind my head, and the familiar taste of him filled my mouth, a mix of salt and musk that was uniquely his, but with a new taste of my own body, the sweat and internal musk that was specific to me. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him twitch. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, and I took him deeper, my throat opening to accommodate him.

He didn’t hold back, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he fucked my mouth. He reached back and placed a thumb inside my hole. I was grateful to get more stimulation there after getting used to it previously. Every movement was controlled by him, calculated, and I could feel the way he was savoring every second of it. His hands moved from my face to my ass, spreading me open as he continued to thrust into my mouth. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every inch of his cock disappear between my lips, and it only made me moan and whimper more loudly.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” he muttered, his voice rough with pleasure. “Such a slut for my cock.”

I could feel the way his cock stretched my lips, the way it filled my throat, and it was overwhelming in the best way. He was dominating me completely, and I loved every second of it.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. Before I could even catch my breath, I felt him shift again, his cock pressing against my entrance. He didn’t give me any warning, slamming into me with a force that made me cry out. His hands gripped my thighs tightly, holding me in place as he started to fuck me with abandon. I braced with the mix of good and intense feelings, a bit overwheled. My own cock flopped between my chin and my chest, and he quickly pushed my head down to make me suck my own cock again. Soon I was deepthroating myself again.

The pleasure was intense, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me with each thrust. I could feel the way he was pushing me to my limit, his pace relentless and unforgiving. He was in complete control, and I was completely at his mercy. He was an animal after cumming the first time, and his stamina was a bit too much for me, but I liked it.

“Fuck, you’re so tight it’s crazy,” he groaned again, his voice strained with effort. “I could fuck you forever.” 

His words sent a thrill through me. In the moment I wanted it to be true, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with every thrust of his that sent my own cock further into my mouth. 

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “You’re mine.”

I nodded frantically, as much as I could with my own cock shoved in my mouth and my feet behind my head, unable to actually speak as he continued to pound into me. His pace grew faster, more erratic, and I knew he was close. I could feel the way his cock throbbed inside me, the way his grip on my thighs tightened and his fingers dug in, and it was enough to send me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body shaking as pleasure washed over me. I came with a muffled cry, my cock throbbing as I held my load in my mouth.

“I’m gonna—,” he started, his voice broken and thick with need, but his words were cut off as he came, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled himself. The loud slaps of his body against mine never stopped as I felt every spurt, the heat of his cum filling me, and it sent me over the edge too. He didn’t stop pumping and pulling my head, his cock still hard inside me, as if he couldn’t get enough. Some of my cum dribbled down my chin, and his face got close to mine. He pulled my head off my cock, and in the spirit of my submissive moment, I looked up at him and opened my mouth, showing him my white load. He spit in my mouth to add to it, and I swallowed it all in one gulp.

For a moment, we both just stayed like that, panting and trying to catch our breath. Finally, he pulled out of me, and I felt the loss again immediately. He flipped me over onto my back, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed without hesitation, my body still buzzing with pleasure. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his in a bruising kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, the mix of our flavors intoxicating. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body, and I knew this was far from over.