Snowed In, Stripped Down – Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+

“…Bensy?”

I pressed my ass further against his obvious erection, heat surging through me. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline mixing with something else—something I wasn’t ready to name.

He didn’t pull away.

His breathing hitched, turning heavier, more uneven. I started grinding against him—slow, deliberate. There was no way I could talk my way out of this now. I risked it anyway.

Then I heard it again. Softer this time, almost a moan.

“…Bensy?”

I didn’t answer. I just moved my hand to his bulge, pressing my hand against him. He was hard—achingly so—his tip already damp, straining against the fabric.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, and I’ll stop." I whispered. I didn’t turn around. He was still spooning me, holding me tight, but he said nothing.

Silence.

I could lie and say this was completely out of the blue, that I had no idea what came over me.

But that would be a lie.

I was straight. Definitely straight.

But I was also curious—after some late-night scrolling, some videos I clicked just for fun. Gay porn. I told myself I was just seeing what it was about, but the male body and dicks. Something about it drew me in. And as I kept watching, kept coming back to it, I realized just how deep that curiosity ran.

I had buried it, ignored it.

And I never in a million years thought I would act on it.
Especially not with Cass.

Not with my best friend since high school, still my closest companion in college. Sure, he was my rival at times, but in every way that mattered, he was my brother.

And yet—here I was. Palm against his cock. Feeling his heat. Feeling his pulse. Separated by nothing but a flimsy scrap of fabric.

And it felt right.

And I did it, I traced my fingers slowly towards his boxers waistband my fingers moving like a walking man until I reached the base and then to the waist band. I hooked my thumb in and reached inside, I felt his pubes and then I felt it, it was warm, Cass hitched as I reached around it and my own breath hitched as well. Feeling my best friend’s dick like this made my head spin. It was thick, hard and long it was no doubt about it. I reached further down in his boxers, feeling his balls I wanted to feel every part of him, every intimate part of him.

I could hear him moaning, shifting to give me better access to him. As I ran by finger across his sensitive head I could feel pre-cum oozing out from his slit with my thumb as I massaged it.

As I ran my fingers across his sensitive tip, I felt pre-cum oozing from his slit, slick against my thumb as I massaged it.

I needed to taste him.

I wasn’t sure if that would be a step too far, but I risked it. Slowly, I shifted under the covers, my hand never leaving his dick as I guided myself down to him.

Then I found it.

My prize.

Some dim light from the lanterns slipped through the blankets, just enough for me to see—and fuck, it was glorious.

A real porn dick.

Big, thick, the perfect balance between veiny and smooth. Sure, I’d seen it before when we changed, but this—this was different.

His pubes were surprisingly soft, and his scent—a faint mix of musk and sweat—hit me hard. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was him. And somehow, that scent alone made my own dick stir in my boxers.

I edged closer to his glistening, wet, flushed tip, my tongue slipping out to catch the first taste of him.

Cass moaned—a low, breathy hum of approval.

And fuck, he tasted good.

Yeah, a little sweaty, a little musky, but that only made it better. I inhaled again, my cock throbbing in my boxers as the scent of him filled my lungs. Before I could think, before I could hesitate—

I opened my mouth and took him in.

"Ohhh, shit!" Cass groaned, his hips twitching beneath me.

I let my tongue swirl around his cockhead, lips tightening around him. Instinct kicked in, and I started bobbing my head, working his length while one hand massaged his balls and the other gripped his base.

His body told me everything I needed to know—the way he twitched, the way he gasped, the way his fingers clenched into the blankets.

I grew bolder, sucking harder, licking every inch of him, jerking him off between strokes, losing myself in it. It was unreal.

It might never happen again.

So I had to make the most of it.

And speaking of that—

My courage was strong now. Or maybe I was just so fucking horny I didn’t care.

I lifted my head slightly, my fingers still wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

The words hung between us, heavy, reckless, raw.

I could almost hear him thinking—considering my wild fucking proposal.

And fuck—I swear, I could feel his dick react, a hard twitch against my palm as more leaked from his tip.

A pause. A breath. Then, in a voice low, dark, almost dangerous—

"Ride me."

I wasted no time, knowing it was best to act before he changed his mind.

I positioned myself above him, both of us still wrapped in blankets, and for the first time, I caught his eyes. His brown gaze was dark, full of heat, the soft flicker of the lantern and fireplace casting shadows across his face. I thought it would feel awkward to meet his gaze, but instead, it reassured me.

There was no doubt—he was on board with this craziness.

I reached for his slick erection, guiding it between my ass cheeks until the tip pressed against my hole. I fumbled, trying to take him in,, but my tight, virgin entrance resisted, and his thick cockhead stretched me too wide. I groaned in frustration, then remembered something I’d seen before.

I dismounted him.

"Wait here," I said.

Cass blinked up at me in confusion as I stood. I felt dizzy, lightheaded with arousal, my boxers clinging to my straining erection, the fabric damp with my own arousal. I hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinet I’d searched earlier. My fingers closed around a bottle of cooking oil—old, probably a little rancid, but it would have to do.

It wasn’t like we were going to cook with it.

When I returned, Cass was still lazily stroking his cock, a smirk curling at his lips as he eyed the bottle in my hand.

"Fuck," he chuckled, "you’re really going for it, huh?"

I straddled his thighs again, pouring the oil into my palm. As I slicked up his cock, the oil surprisingly didn’t smell bad. He moaned as I massaged it over his length, his hips twitching into my touch. I added more to my fingers and reached behind me, coating my entrance before slipping one finger in. The oil worked fast, making it easier to push in deeper.

Cass watched me, his breathing uneven, his abs tensing beneath me.

I positioned myself over his throbbing cock, aligning it with my slicked-up hole. This time, as I pressed down, his tip pushed against me, stretching, insisting, demanding. I wiggled my hips, exhaling sharply as the head finally popped inside.

I froze, adjusting to the burn.

"Fuck," Cass groaned, rubbing his eyes like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

I couldn’t either.

But I wasn’t about to stop.

I inhaled deeply, steadied myself, and took more of him. Inch by inch, I eased down, letting him stretch me open. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. The sharp edge of pain dulled into a heated pressure, and when I finally reached the base, feeling his pubes tickling against me, a surge of pride shot through me.

I wiggled my hips, gyrating on him, giving myself time to adjust.

Then I started moving.

The oil made the friction smooth, gliding me up and down his dick, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I planted my hands on his chest, steadying myself, riding him harder as the pain faded completely. My dick, now rock hard again, smacked against his abs with every bounce, leaving wet streaks on his skin.

Cass groaned beneath me, his fingers twitching at my hips like he was holding back.

I kept going, kept riding, taking everything he gave me, until my thighs started burning from exertion. Cass must have sensed it, because suddenly, his grip tightened—and without warning, he thrust up into me.

I gasped, my body jolting.

Cass grinned wickedly. "Now it’s my turn to take charge."

Before I could react, he grabbed me, flipping me onto my back. His dick slipped out of me with an audible pop, leaving me gaping and empty—but not for long. He positioned himself between my legs, spreading me open, his cock throbbing and leaking against my entrance.

Then he slammed back in.

I cried out, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my legs pulling him in deeper.

Cass wasn’t holding back anymore.

He fucked me hard, his hips pounding into mine, the force rocking the bed. Skin slapped against skin, the sound filthy, the blankets pushed off us as we lost ourselves in it.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, his breath hot against my neck. "Who knew you were this fucking slutty. I should have done this long ago!" He chuckled, but I could tell there was truth in it.

I moaned, my hand flying to my cock, stroking myself in time with his thrusts. Cass grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Let me."

I shuddered as his hand wrapped around me, his grip firm, stroking me in sync with his deep, punishing thrusts. The pressure was unbearable, electric—

I was close.

Cass must have sensed it because he jerked me faster, his hips pistoning into me, and suddenly I snapped—

My balls tightened, my whole body tensed, and then—

My cock erupted, white-hot ropes splattering onto my chin, my lips, my chest. I was still gasping, still shaking from the intensity, when suddenly—

Cass kissed me.

His lips were hot, insistent, demanding, the taste of my own cum still on them. I moaned into the kiss, too lost to care, too high on everything happening to question it.

And then—he fucked me harder.

He gripped my legs, spreading me wider, slamming into me relentlessly, chasing his own high, until his breath hitched—

"Oh, fuck—I'm gonna cum—are you ready?"

"Yes, Cass. Fill me up. Do it." My voice was wrecked, hazy, desperate.

His thrusts grew erratic, his body tensing over me, his cock plunging deep one last time as he groaned, almost shouting as he came.

And fuck, I could feel it.

Warm, overwhelming, filling me up completely.

"Shit. Fuck. Fuck," he gasped, his movements slowing, his thrusts turning into long, lazy strokes as he emptied every last drop inside me. He didn’t pull out immediately, just stayed there, pushing deeper, keeping me full.

We laid like that for a while, his weight pressing into me, his cock still buried inside, neither of us speaking.

The fire was nearly burned out, the air cold again, but I didn’t feel it at all.

Finally, he slipped out of me and collapsed onto his back, hands behind his head, grinning like a smug king.

"That was insane. What a fucking slut you are," he teased.

A sudden wave of self-consciousness hit me. My hole filled with his cum, my body claimed by him.

I had to regain some control.

I smirked. "Shut up and put a log on the fire. This was a one-time thing to avoid hypothermia. Don’t flatter yourself."

But deep down?

I knew.

This was far from the last time.