We met in our first year of college. We got paired up during an ice breaker during our dorm floor’s meet and great. We instantly hit it off, having the same taste in music and movies. We started hanging out in each other’s rooms, and eventually got closer. The next year, we decided to get an apartment together off campus.
Jonah had played soccer throughout high school, but did not want to continue in college. However, he continued to play with local clubs. So, throughout college, I had seen him in his jock numerous times, and seen him naked on the occasions in the locker room after I joined him in a match. I knew he was impressive. Six pack abs, thick thighs, and an even thicker ass from all of the running. He was also half Italian, so his skin had that slight olive tone that always made him look tan. He was gorgeous, but also kind. We had never fooled around, though there were the occasional walk ins on either of us jerking off. He knew I was bi, and it didn’t matter to him.
After college, we continued living together, and he continued to play soccer for fun. One day, I had come home from work and was sitting in the living room when he walked in from his soccer game, drenched in sweat and smelling musky. As he walked by and I caught his scent, I felt a shiver down my spine. Jonah was not shy, meaning that he was often running between rooms half- or un-dressed. His clothes were all over the place because he was always rushing from one room to another. Each time it took everything I had to not stare at every bare inch of him that I could.
“Hey. I’m going to shower and then I think we should get some dinner,” he said to me as he walked towards the bathroom. “Sure, just anything but pizza,” I replied. “Deal,” Jonah said. I scrolling through my phone, having already changed out of my suit, waiting on him. Suddenly, I head a THUD and a “FUCK!” Not thinking, I ran into the bathroom to see what had happened, “What the hell happened,” I asked, seeing Jonah on the bottom of the shower floor. “I fucking slipped and fell on my side.” I turned the shower off and knelt down to see what he needed, “any pain here,” as I pressed in to his ribs. He winced. “Well, that’s a yes. Any trouble breathing? Take a big breath in for me.” He did, and his breathing was fine, but there was some pain in his side. “You may have bruised a rib. Let’s get you up.” It occurred to me at that moment that he was wet and naked. His beautiful cock surrounded by his dark matted pubes, and his perfect wet ass became very apparent to me. I had to think about anything else to avoid an erection. I got him up and wrapped a towel around him…out of sight, out of mind…I no longer felt compelled to stare at his dick.
We got into his room and he sat down on the bed. I had just begun my residency at a local hospital, so I knew what to look for…some bruising, but nothing broken. Even breath sounds. “I don’t think we need the ER, but I can take you if you want.” “That’s okay,” he replied. “I trust you and I don’t feel like it. Can you help me get some clothes on?” Damnit. His cock would no longer be out of sight or out of mind.
I dried him off more, making sure to spend very little time around his dick, and pulled some underwear out of his drawer. A nice pair of Calvins. Cliche, but still hot. He laid back on the bed, and I began to pull them up his thick legs. Fuck….they were good. Thick calves. Thick thighs. I felt the blood rushing into my dick. Got them up, next was a pair of shorts and eventually his t-shirt.
“Alright. You are no longer nude or wet. Take this motrin.” I handed him two pills and a cup of water, and he looked at me with his pitiful face to say “thank you.” “I’m still hungry,” Jonah said. “Do you feel like going out,” I asked. “No….and I really want pizza,” he replied. I rolled my eyes. He knew I wouldn’t say no to him now that he was hurt. “Fine. But not the cheap shit.”
The pizza came and we ate it on the couch while we watched a movie. “How are you feeling,” I asked. “Better, but sore,” he replied. The motrin had kicked in. “I’m gonna have a gummy, are you on call or do you want one too?” “sure,” I replied. We each grabbed an edible and sat back to relax. After a while, it kicked in and everything felt good. I was not longer ruminating on the image of his cock…resting nicely on top of his two large balls. I had stopped thinking about what it would be like to spread his thick ass cheeks and taste his hole. Then realizing I had stopped thinking about it got me thinking about it again, and I had to adjust myself. I had seen him naked many times before, but why was this one sticking with me? Then it dawned on me. Its because he needed my help. Sure, I helped him study for his chemistry tests, but in this situation, he needed me to help him get up, dress himself, and even dry himself off. It was intimate and a position I had not been in before with him. It made me feel important.
“What are you thinking about,” he asked, interrupting my epiphany. “Huh? Oh, nothing.” “Liar,” he retorted. “You’ve got your daydreaming face on. So, what are you thinking about?”
Shit. In my current inebriation, I was certain he knew I was daydreaming about his dick and what it would feel like as he shoved it down my throat. “Nothing. Considering going to bed. This movie is boring.” “I still call bullshit, but whatever. You’re right about the movie. It's boring.”
Alright, I had bypassed that nightmare and he was none the wiser. Then he caught me staring at his crotch, “Are you staring at my dick?” “What? No! I was just zoning out and my eyes happened to fall into that area,” I replied. “You mean the area of my dick,” he noted. “Yes, by coincidence, the general vicinity of your dick.” “The first step is admitting it,” he replied, laughing and then going back to the movie. “You really are high,” he said.
A bit later, he turned the TV off, “The movie sucks. Im going to bed.” “Me too. Don’t worry about the dishes, Ill get them tomorrow.” He acknowledged that and said, “goodnight. Wanna stare in the general vicinity of my ass as I walk away,” laughing and swaying his hips back and forth. “Shut up! You know I zone out and can’t help where my eyes end up.” “Yes, it is part of your charm,” he said cutely.
We each went into our own rooms and I stripped my clothes off to get into bed. Again, I heard, “Fuck!” I ran into his room to see what was wrong, “What now?!” “it just hurt when I was trying to get my shirt off, thats all.” “You big baby, let me help you.”
I walked over and gently removed his shirt. As it slipped over his head, I became acutely aware that I was only in my underwear. A Pair of Thieves boxer brief. He looked up at me, “Thanks.” I looked back down at him, “You’re welcome.” This felt like the perfect moment for a cliche, like for me to push the hair out of his face or for him to wrap his hands around my waist. Neither of those happened. I turned around and threw his shirt in the hamper. When I turned back around, he said, “Can you help with my shorts? It’s hard to bend over.” I rolled my eyes and pretended to be annoyed, but really I was nervous about how quickly my erection would be visible in my boxer briefs. He leaned back and I pulled his shorts down. He sat back up and said again, “Thanks.” I replied, “no problem. Good thing you don’t sleep naked.” What a weird and obvious thing to blurt out.
Jonah chuckled. This time I did do the cliche thing and pushed the dark hair out of his face. It didn’t concern me what he may think. In that moment, I wanted to live in the cliche and see what it was like.
As I did, he pressed his cheek into my hand, gently kissing it. “Jonah….” He stopped me, “Gabe, I am high enough to see where this goes if you are. I’m guessing you are since your erection could essentially poke me in the shoulder, but only if you’re sure.” There was no hesitation. I grabbed his face kissed him, and he kissed me back. He will fell onto the bed, kissing and exploring each other with our hands. “You didn’t need help with your shirt, did you?” “Nope,” he replied.
As we kissed, I began to realize how badly I had wanted this for so long. He rolled me over and got on top of me. The weight of him felt so nice, and that smell made me drunk. He began kissing my neck, but not before biting my ear lobes, which made me literally moan out loud. He made his way down my chest…my stomach…and then he slipped off my underwear. My erection slapped my stomach. “Well, well. What do we have here,” he said cheekily. “And what are you going to to do with that? You’ve never managed one of these before,” I said to him somewhat condescendingly. He grabbed my cock and squeezed. I let out some kind of yelp moan hybrid. “I think I can manage well enough,” he said. He looked at me in the eye while he stroked my cock. He liked being in control over my pleasure I could tell. Then out of nowhere, he stopped.
“Ummm….excuse me,” I said. He smiled at me and then slipped off his underwear. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with his raging cock. It was eight inches long, which I knew because he had told me one time when we were talking about what size condoms to buy. The surprising thing was the girth. It had to be at least six inches around…surrounded by a beautiful tuft of black hair. He was sitting on my chest, his cock rating on my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head in. I could taste the precum, it was salty and delicious. I rolled my tongue over the head slowly. He moaned. Without warning, he shoved is cock down my throat. I gagged. “Oh shit, Im sorry.” He began to pull it out, but I put my hands on his thick ass cheeks and pushed him back in, plunging his cock into my throat. He got the picture and started rocking back and forth, slowly pushing himself in and out of my mouth. I tapped his leg to let him know to pull out. “Is something wrong?” “No, just need to reposition.” I moved over and hung my head off the side of the bed. “Come fuck my throat.” He moved off the bed and positioned himself to enter my mouth. I opened up for him, and he shoved his cock in again. I grabbed his hands and put them to my face. He got the picture, and grabbed my head.
He started slow, but eventually picked up the pace. Eventually he was shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, down my throat, with such face the his balls were slapping me in the face. His dick was drenched in my spit, pulling some of it out with him each time. At one point, he shoved his cock as far down my throat as possible and left it there. I started to not be able to breathe, which made my cock twitch with excitement. Then with no notice he pulled it out and kissed me. I felt his tongue explore my mouth. He reached down and jerked my dick, giving it a few nice long strokes. We broke our kiss and he lifted me up off of the side of the bed, laying me down and laying on top of me. I felt him grind his erection into mine, teasing me. “I need to fuck you, Gabe.” “Only if you eat me out first.” He smiled and made his way down my body. He roughly flipped me over on to my stomach and brought my ass into the air, tucking my knees underneath me. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with his tongue. Then he truly started eating my ass with an intensity I never felt. “Holy shit, Jonah!” “Weren’t expecting that,” he chuckled.
After my hole was good and wet, he stuck a finger in me. A bolt of electricity and pleasure shot up my spine. He started slow…easing his finger in and out. Then he went faster, eventually sticking in a second one. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Fuck this felt good. Suddenly, I felt my hole get really wet. He spit on my hole. “I’ve got lube,” I said. “So do I,” he replied as he squirted it onto my hole and his cock. So…the spit was for fun. That was even hotter.
I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. Slowly he pushed it into me. It had been a minute since I bottomed, but I adjusted quickly. Inch by inch, I felt my hole wrap tightly around his cock…gripping it and wanting to feel every vein and every inch. Before I knew it, I felt his pubes against me. All eight inches were in. He left if there for a second so that I could adjust. It felt so fucking good.
I felt him pull back, and far less gentle than before, I felt him shove all eight inches into me…hard. I gasped and cried out. It took the breath out of me. Yes, it hurt….but in such a good way. He pulled back again….and again…with force…shoved himself all the way back into me. I almost came on the spot!
He began picking up the pace of his fucking. He had his hands on my hips…brining them closer to him each time he plunged his cock into my hole, burying it as far as it would go. “You gotta fuck me faster and harder,” I begged. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my head up. “is that so? Say it again,” he demanded. “Fuck. Me. Harder.,” I replied. So he did. I began to feel his cock sliding in and out of me, faster and faster, until he was pounding my ass. He was still pulling my hair, which made it even hotter. His balls were slapping me with each thrust, and my cock was leaking everywhere. “Tell me you love my cock.” “I love your cock, Jonah.”
The sound of our bodies colliding was turning me on even more. I loved that I could feel him inside of me. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. “I’m gonna wanna look you in the eye when I cum inside of you.” I nearly came just hearing that.
He put my ankles onto his shoulders and once again, entered my hole with his thick cock. I moaned, “oh, fuck yes.” I looked up at him and he smiled back. I grabbed my own cock and began stroking it….it swiped my hand away, “not yet. You’re gonna cum with me.” FUCK that was hot.
Jonah began pounding my hole once again….slamming into me. Each time it took my breath away a bit. Then his hand wrapped around my neck, choking me just enough to turn me on but not enough to worry I was going to be the victim on some true crime podcast. He was grunting now, fucking me faster. I quickly grabbed the head of my cock, wiped off the precum, and stuck my fingers in his mouth. He wasn’t expecting it, but when he realized what was happening, he sucked my fingers intently.
Faster and harder. My head hitting the headboard, the bedposts hitting the wall. I screamed out, “FUCK ME, JONAH!” It seemed to make his dick even harder. He was pounding my hole and I could tell he was getting close, so I began jerking my cock. “Im going to cum," he said. “Cum in me! Fucking breed me!” He grunted and shoved his cock as deep as he could into me, “OH FUCK…FUCK!” He kept his word. He grabbed my face and made me look him in those beautiful brown eyes as he came.
As soon as I felt the warmth of his cum in me….my own cock exploded, shooting rope after rope of cum all over us. My back arched, my toes curled. I had never felt something this strong. His cock was still in me as I came for what felt like an eternity. He stayed in me as my cock started to slowly deflate. Eventually he pulled out of me and then surprised me by leaning down and licking the cum off of my stomach. If I had anything left in my balls, I would have cum again.
He kissed me and smiled. “Thanks for being clumsy in the shower,” I said. “You’re welcome.” He laid next to me and used his underwear to wipe up any remaining cum. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder, “goodnight, Gabe.” I didn’t overthink it. I didn’t worry that we ruined our friendship or start planning our wedding. I just existed in that moment. Happier than I had ever been. “Goodnight, Jonah.”
Jonah had played soccer throughout high school, but did not want to continue in college. However, he continued to play with local clubs. So, throughout college, I had seen him in his jock numerous times, and seen him naked on the occasions in the locker room after I joined him in a match. I knew he was impressive. Six pack abs, thick thighs, and an even thicker ass from all of the running. He was also half Italian, so his skin had that slight olive tone that always made him look tan. He was gorgeous, but also kind. We had never fooled around, though there were the occasional walk ins on either of us jerking off. He knew I was bi, and it didn’t matter to him.
After college, we continued living together, and he continued to play soccer for fun. One day, I had come home from work and was sitting in the living room when he walked in from his soccer game, drenched in sweat and smelling musky. As he walked by and I caught his scent, I felt a shiver down my spine. Jonah was not shy, meaning that he was often running between rooms half- or un-dressed. His clothes were all over the place because he was always rushing from one room to another. Each time it took everything I had to not stare at every bare inch of him that I could.
“Hey. I’m going to shower and then I think we should get some dinner,” he said to me as he walked towards the bathroom. “Sure, just anything but pizza,” I replied. “Deal,” Jonah said. I scrolling through my phone, having already changed out of my suit, waiting on him. Suddenly, I head a THUD and a “FUCK!” Not thinking, I ran into the bathroom to see what had happened, “What the hell happened,” I asked, seeing Jonah on the bottom of the shower floor. “I fucking slipped and fell on my side.” I turned the shower off and knelt down to see what he needed, “any pain here,” as I pressed in to his ribs. He winced. “Well, that’s a yes. Any trouble breathing? Take a big breath in for me.” He did, and his breathing was fine, but there was some pain in his side. “You may have bruised a rib. Let’s get you up.” It occurred to me at that moment that he was wet and naked. His beautiful cock surrounded by his dark matted pubes, and his perfect wet ass became very apparent to me. I had to think about anything else to avoid an erection. I got him up and wrapped a towel around him…out of sight, out of mind…I no longer felt compelled to stare at his dick.
We got into his room and he sat down on the bed. I had just begun my residency at a local hospital, so I knew what to look for…some bruising, but nothing broken. Even breath sounds. “I don’t think we need the ER, but I can take you if you want.” “That’s okay,” he replied. “I trust you and I don’t feel like it. Can you help me get some clothes on?” Damnit. His cock would no longer be out of sight or out of mind.
I dried him off more, making sure to spend very little time around his dick, and pulled some underwear out of his drawer. A nice pair of Calvins. Cliche, but still hot. He laid back on the bed, and I began to pull them up his thick legs. Fuck….they were good. Thick calves. Thick thighs. I felt the blood rushing into my dick. Got them up, next was a pair of shorts and eventually his t-shirt.
“Alright. You are no longer nude or wet. Take this motrin.” I handed him two pills and a cup of water, and he looked at me with his pitiful face to say “thank you.” “I’m still hungry,” Jonah said. “Do you feel like going out,” I asked. “No….and I really want pizza,” he replied. I rolled my eyes. He knew I wouldn’t say no to him now that he was hurt. “Fine. But not the cheap shit.”
The pizza came and we ate it on the couch while we watched a movie. “How are you feeling,” I asked. “Better, but sore,” he replied. The motrin had kicked in. “I’m gonna have a gummy, are you on call or do you want one too?” “sure,” I replied. We each grabbed an edible and sat back to relax. After a while, it kicked in and everything felt good. I was not longer ruminating on the image of his cock…resting nicely on top of his two large balls. I had stopped thinking about what it would be like to spread his thick ass cheeks and taste his hole. Then realizing I had stopped thinking about it got me thinking about it again, and I had to adjust myself. I had seen him naked many times before, but why was this one sticking with me? Then it dawned on me. Its because he needed my help. Sure, I helped him study for his chemistry tests, but in this situation, he needed me to help him get up, dress himself, and even dry himself off. It was intimate and a position I had not been in before with him. It made me feel important.
“What are you thinking about,” he asked, interrupting my epiphany. “Huh? Oh, nothing.” “Liar,” he retorted. “You’ve got your daydreaming face on. So, what are you thinking about?”
Shit. In my current inebriation, I was certain he knew I was daydreaming about his dick and what it would feel like as he shoved it down my throat. “Nothing. Considering going to bed. This movie is boring.” “I still call bullshit, but whatever. You’re right about the movie. It's boring.”
Alright, I had bypassed that nightmare and he was none the wiser. Then he caught me staring at his crotch, “Are you staring at my dick?” “What? No! I was just zoning out and my eyes happened to fall into that area,” I replied. “You mean the area of my dick,” he noted. “Yes, by coincidence, the general vicinity of your dick.” “The first step is admitting it,” he replied, laughing and then going back to the movie. “You really are high,” he said.
A bit later, he turned the TV off, “The movie sucks. Im going to bed.” “Me too. Don’t worry about the dishes, Ill get them tomorrow.” He acknowledged that and said, “goodnight. Wanna stare in the general vicinity of my ass as I walk away,” laughing and swaying his hips back and forth. “Shut up! You know I zone out and can’t help where my eyes end up.” “Yes, it is part of your charm,” he said cutely.
We each went into our own rooms and I stripped my clothes off to get into bed. Again, I heard, “Fuck!” I ran into his room to see what was wrong, “What now?!” “it just hurt when I was trying to get my shirt off, thats all.” “You big baby, let me help you.”
I walked over and gently removed his shirt. As it slipped over his head, I became acutely aware that I was only in my underwear. A Pair of Thieves boxer brief. He looked up at me, “Thanks.” I looked back down at him, “You’re welcome.” This felt like the perfect moment for a cliche, like for me to push the hair out of his face or for him to wrap his hands around my waist. Neither of those happened. I turned around and threw his shirt in the hamper. When I turned back around, he said, “Can you help with my shorts? It’s hard to bend over.” I rolled my eyes and pretended to be annoyed, but really I was nervous about how quickly my erection would be visible in my boxer briefs. He leaned back and I pulled his shorts down. He sat back up and said again, “Thanks.” I replied, “no problem. Good thing you don’t sleep naked.” What a weird and obvious thing to blurt out.
Jonah chuckled. This time I did do the cliche thing and pushed the dark hair out of his face. It didn’t concern me what he may think. In that moment, I wanted to live in the cliche and see what it was like.
As I did, he pressed his cheek into my hand, gently kissing it. “Jonah….” He stopped me, “Gabe, I am high enough to see where this goes if you are. I’m guessing you are since your erection could essentially poke me in the shoulder, but only if you’re sure.” There was no hesitation. I grabbed his face kissed him, and he kissed me back. He will fell onto the bed, kissing and exploring each other with our hands. “You didn’t need help with your shirt, did you?” “Nope,” he replied.
As we kissed, I began to realize how badly I had wanted this for so long. He rolled me over and got on top of me. The weight of him felt so nice, and that smell made me drunk. He began kissing my neck, but not before biting my ear lobes, which made me literally moan out loud. He made his way down my chest…my stomach…and then he slipped off my underwear. My erection slapped my stomach. “Well, well. What do we have here,” he said cheekily. “And what are you going to to do with that? You’ve never managed one of these before,” I said to him somewhat condescendingly. He grabbed my cock and squeezed. I let out some kind of yelp moan hybrid. “I think I can manage well enough,” he said. He looked at me in the eye while he stroked my cock. He liked being in control over my pleasure I could tell. Then out of nowhere, he stopped.
“Ummm….excuse me,” I said. He smiled at me and then slipped off his underwear. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with his raging cock. It was eight inches long, which I knew because he had told me one time when we were talking about what size condoms to buy. The surprising thing was the girth. It had to be at least six inches around…surrounded by a beautiful tuft of black hair. He was sitting on my chest, his cock rating on my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head in. I could taste the precum, it was salty and delicious. I rolled my tongue over the head slowly. He moaned. Without warning, he shoved is cock down my throat. I gagged. “Oh shit, Im sorry.” He began to pull it out, but I put my hands on his thick ass cheeks and pushed him back in, plunging his cock into my throat. He got the picture and started rocking back and forth, slowly pushing himself in and out of my mouth. I tapped his leg to let him know to pull out. “Is something wrong?” “No, just need to reposition.” I moved over and hung my head off the side of the bed. “Come fuck my throat.” He moved off the bed and positioned himself to enter my mouth. I opened up for him, and he shoved his cock in again. I grabbed his hands and put them to my face. He got the picture, and grabbed my head.
He started slow, but eventually picked up the pace. Eventually he was shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, down my throat, with such face the his balls were slapping me in the face. His dick was drenched in my spit, pulling some of it out with him each time. At one point, he shoved his cock as far down my throat as possible and left it there. I started to not be able to breathe, which made my cock twitch with excitement. Then with no notice he pulled it out and kissed me. I felt his tongue explore my mouth. He reached down and jerked my dick, giving it a few nice long strokes. We broke our kiss and he lifted me up off of the side of the bed, laying me down and laying on top of me. I felt him grind his erection into mine, teasing me. “I need to fuck you, Gabe.” “Only if you eat me out first.” He smiled and made his way down my body. He roughly flipped me over on to my stomach and brought my ass into the air, tucking my knees underneath me. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with his tongue. Then he truly started eating my ass with an intensity I never felt. “Holy shit, Jonah!” “Weren’t expecting that,” he chuckled.
After my hole was good and wet, he stuck a finger in me. A bolt of electricity and pleasure shot up my spine. He started slow…easing his finger in and out. Then he went faster, eventually sticking in a second one. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Fuck this felt good. Suddenly, I felt my hole get really wet. He spit on my hole. “I’ve got lube,” I said. “So do I,” he replied as he squirted it onto my hole and his cock. So…the spit was for fun. That was even hotter.
I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. Slowly he pushed it into me. It had been a minute since I bottomed, but I adjusted quickly. Inch by inch, I felt my hole wrap tightly around his cock…gripping it and wanting to feel every vein and every inch. Before I knew it, I felt his pubes against me. All eight inches were in. He left if there for a second so that I could adjust. It felt so fucking good.
I felt him pull back, and far less gentle than before, I felt him shove all eight inches into me…hard. I gasped and cried out. It took the breath out of me. Yes, it hurt….but in such a good way. He pulled back again….and again…with force…shoved himself all the way back into me. I almost came on the spot!
He began picking up the pace of his fucking. He had his hands on my hips…brining them closer to him each time he plunged his cock into my hole, burying it as far as it would go. “You gotta fuck me faster and harder,” I begged. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my head up. “is that so? Say it again,” he demanded. “Fuck. Me. Harder.,” I replied. So he did. I began to feel his cock sliding in and out of me, faster and faster, until he was pounding my ass. He was still pulling my hair, which made it even hotter. His balls were slapping me with each thrust, and my cock was leaking everywhere. “Tell me you love my cock.” “I love your cock, Jonah.”
The sound of our bodies colliding was turning me on even more. I loved that I could feel him inside of me. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. “I’m gonna wanna look you in the eye when I cum inside of you.” I nearly came just hearing that.
He put my ankles onto his shoulders and once again, entered my hole with his thick cock. I moaned, “oh, fuck yes.” I looked up at him and he smiled back. I grabbed my own cock and began stroking it….it swiped my hand away, “not yet. You’re gonna cum with me.” FUCK that was hot.
Jonah began pounding my hole once again….slamming into me. Each time it took my breath away a bit. Then his hand wrapped around my neck, choking me just enough to turn me on but not enough to worry I was going to be the victim on some true crime podcast. He was grunting now, fucking me faster. I quickly grabbed the head of my cock, wiped off the precum, and stuck my fingers in his mouth. He wasn’t expecting it, but when he realized what was happening, he sucked my fingers intently.
Faster and harder. My head hitting the headboard, the bedposts hitting the wall. I screamed out, “FUCK ME, JONAH!” It seemed to make his dick even harder. He was pounding my hole and I could tell he was getting close, so I began jerking my cock. “Im going to cum," he said. “Cum in me! Fucking breed me!” He grunted and shoved his cock as deep as he could into me, “OH FUCK…FUCK!” He kept his word. He grabbed my face and made me look him in those beautiful brown eyes as he came.
As soon as I felt the warmth of his cum in me….my own cock exploded, shooting rope after rope of cum all over us. My back arched, my toes curled. I had never felt something this strong. His cock was still in me as I came for what felt like an eternity. He stayed in me as my cock started to slowly deflate. Eventually he pulled out of me and then surprised me by leaning down and licking the cum off of my stomach. If I had anything left in my balls, I would have cum again.
He kissed me and smiled. “Thanks for being clumsy in the shower,” I said. “You’re welcome.” He laid next to me and used his underwear to wipe up any remaining cum. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder, “goodnight, Gabe.” I didn’t overthink it. I didn’t worry that we ruined our friendship or start planning our wedding. I just existed in that moment. Happier than I had ever been. “Goodnight, Jonah.”
