Another boys trip.. a few nights with your roommates from college.. and a few nights where some magic always happened. A balcony railing in DR, a hot tub in Alaska, the main suite in Spain. Every trip we’d find some time to relive the college days.
We’d all been friends since undergrad. The 4 of us had lived interchangeably in the same house since we were all on the track team. However, Henry and I had lived together all four years. He was my first roommate freshman year and started a long saga when he took some of my laundry out of the washing machine.
This goes way back to childhood but somehow.. I became infatuated with thongs. I’d steal them,mostly from friends sisters and discount stores. I’d even pull my jock strap between my cheeks every time we had to wear one for sports. I used to get some great mileage out of that. I think my mom kind of figured out what was going on pretty early and just didn’t mind, or at least didn’t want it to be a thing.
She certainly bought me jock straps when I didn’t need them. Shit by high school she folded my thongs when they ended up in my hamper. She made it normal. So when I got the freedom of college let’s just say I’d give up meals to buy a thong. I had an enormous collection by sophomore year into the 30s and 40s.
My girlfriend at the time was a long distance relationship. We’d get on Skype and talk for forever, even planned trips to stay with each other through out both semesters. I was generally well behaved in short, because of my vast collection, no one could see me in those and they had to be worn. I slowly told Kelly about them over several conversations getting a little closer to the point each time. Eventually I made it clear and she didn’t care! She supported it for the first while at least, and even bought me a thong for our first visit that fall semester. She flew in, we went out to eat, we saw a movie, even did some ice skating but primarily we were having relations. And the star of the show, for me at least, was my ass. I really liked my butt and was happy she supported my thong habit. It seemed so perfect. The image of seeing myself in the mirror giving her back shots is seared into my brain at this point in life. When we got back from dropping her off at the airport Henry needed the full story.
I was doing a pretty fantastic job of depicting the sexcapades from the past weekend. Henry popped into my bathroom like any other day, why go downstairs. Erupting from the bathroom though is laughter. He emerges holding the thong package and said “when you getting to this part!?”
I was in shock, really. “Dog chill! It was just one of those kinds of weekends!?” Several jokes later we seemed to be past it. Nearing the end of the report he asked to see the thong. What? “For what reason bruh?”
“Aye just for laughs my bad for asking.”
I pause for a second and then went into my closet; each room had a pretty enormous closet for college apartments. I re-emerge in my waiter thong. Another huge burst of laughter erupted.
“I just meant ‘see it’ like the thong.. not you wearing it!” He said while jokingly shielding his eyes. Over the next few days he made thong related comments all the time, almost too much. It was fine though he didn’t tell anyone and honestly it was kind of cool knowing he was just joking about it. I started some laundry a few weeks later but made the mistake of going to the store.
I was wearing a shiny purple thong. It was game day after all, it was honestly great for practice, but it was a school color I had to have one of everything in purple and gold. It was an athletic thong but had an extremely flattering shape as it split the cheeks and hugged them simultaneously. When I got back my stuff was already in a basket next to the laundry room. Henry surprised me as I got to the top of the stairs and proceeded to ask how the store went “So how’d it go?” He quickly followed with “I feel like you started your laundry and left on an adventure.”
“I just couldn’t find everything I was gonna put in the grill, I had to go a town over” I responded not realizing his somewhat distracted nature. He was looking around, back at his feet and then found his words looking out the window.
“So like.. you have more thongs than the one Kelly brought you huh? Like my bad I was just tryna do laundry but like.. that’s mad of them. Can’t just be from a a 3 day weekend a few weeks ago..” he finished his thought still looking away.
I wasn’t really able to say much. I just grabbed the basket and kind of slowly walked towards the stairs and finally exhaled “so.. umm.. can you just come upstairs? I’m just gonna put these away first..” utterly embarrassed. Henry was my best friend and now things wouldn’t ever be the same. I’d have to tell him it’s just a weird kink and hope he can be cool about it.
“So this is just like.. you know it gets you going?” He said after I invited him up stairs.
“Yea i don’t know man. But yea kind of.” I was still stunned and not really being conscious of everything as I nervously tidied up my room. I had worn basketball shorts to the store. Shorts and a big shirt you never had any slip ups. Loose shorts, no shirt and our school colors came into view.
“Like right now.. you just got back from the store.. and you can’t bend over without your draws rising up over your shorts who else be knowing this?” He questioned.
“Honestly forgot I had it on but my shirt never flies up and my shorts aren’t untied when I’m out. Why do you care?”
“I’m just trying to figure out how to help.” He laments.
“There’s no helping it’s just a don’t worry about it kind of thing.” It’s quiet for a bit after this and then he speaks.
“I’m just trying to say.. that I’m not judging. Your good dog. “
“We really don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
“I’m just trying to say I’m comfortable with you wearing them around me…” another silence.
“Let’s just keep it how it is.”
“No but I’m saying.. like today we gonna sit around drink and watch football. Reggie ain’t here we were probably usually end up in draws or shorts.. I mean like if we had the same day but you wore one of those I’m comfortable.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t immediate. We started drinking some beers made some burgers even took a shot or two. Still a little awkward but other wise a normal return to a Saturday of college football. Minutes into the second half of the first game it really hits me for real. It’d be fucking cool to have a roommate that doesn’t mind thongs AND a supportive girlfriend, who could ask for more in this kind of situation. I go to get the bottle of liquor off the kitchen table from down stairs and make a decision to carry my shorts back up.
“Oh shit bottle boy on deck!” I quickly put things down to put my shorts on. “I’m just playing I wanted to lighten the mood! Kelly a real one man you lucky to find a black girl into that freaky white people shit!”
And there we hung out. We had the rest of the weekend just us at home, we had a third roommate but he was hardly ever around. It seemed like we just ran out to get more alcohol and came back inside. I know at least for me it was cool having a roommate that could be that understanding. I mean to the level of in two days he probably saw 4 thongs on me kind of understanding for straight friends felt like a steep hill!
A few more weeks of occasionally lounging in a thong go by. He starts reminding me when Reggie won’t be around, even on days he knew Reggie had class before practice he’d send me a text. He really found a funny groove with it; anyway he could seem supportive he’d try. Even starting to try and see/guess when I was thonging! After a visit to my closet while I was at class and finding more than thongs in my stash, he decided that this next weekend would be different.
“Yo you ever match your underwear to something you are wearing?”
“Ha I guess sometimes I do. “
“You should put on the that black lace g-string you know moves well, classy yet a touch of hoe. “
“Oddly specific bruh chill.“
“But oddly on point!” He jokes. “I feel like you’ll thank me later.”
Now I’ll be honest we were going to a house party. Nothing really to be too classy about. It was a really comfy g-string though had the little lace triangle just above the spreading cheeks. It was mostly track folks and it seemed like Henry was getting tired a lot sooner than normal. The town houses were great, lots of our team ended up moving into this complex so it was great just having to walk. Reggie was home for the weekend and it seemed like I’d be shouldering Henry home.
Once we got outside he straightened up pretty fast. “You ever just get bored chilling with them?” He remarked
“Oh I can definitely see that sometimes. Tonight was good though and Rebecca was there you didn’t want to see her after?”
“Nah I gotta handle something I think.”
Walking through the house I drop down to my g-string as quickly as I can walk up to my room. He then asks if I’m a little sore from the track work out Friday.
“Yea I mean I told you my hamstrings were pretty rough. Those RDLs were wild my whole lower body feels trash.”
“I could massage them with the roller before we k.o.”
“Oh dog that would be crazy right now.” I said drunkenly with but excited. As I start to put my shorts on next to the couch
“nah man it’s cool I want you to be comfortable.” I drop the shorts and fall into our massive L couch. He begins to roll quite vigorously, really working things in. As you can imagine for drunk folks the 30 seconds he actually spent on my hamstrings probably felt like minutes to him but he quickly began to roll out my glutes. “My ass was sore just figured yours probably is too.”
“You’re good this feels weird but oddly really dope.”
“This one spot is a little hard to get with the roller. I can just use my knuckle… Don’t you have like oil or something up stairs?”
“I do. Kinda trash stopping right in the middle though haha.” I head up stairs and rifle through my side table. And then poof, my roommate is in my doorway.
“My bad I ain’t mean to startle you. Just figured since you were already up here and the bed is a little higher up any way.” The more shots we took the less I remembered this started as a hamstring massage. It was an excellent massage and some excellent laughs with the late night cartoons on.
The last few minutes had definitely drifted away from knuckles in a spot to hands grabbing, squeezing and spreading my butt cheeks. His fingers constantly went up the g-string and I constantly forgot where I was. This wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t my bath tub as I grinded away on my dildo, this was real: I had started to grind slow circles as he massaged away. I froze for a moment. Then I got a light spank “no one said you had to stop that, it was helping the massage.” He said
“Oh yeah? How so?” As I began to get the circles going again.
“It just you know.. adds extra pressure.”
“Well don’t get so lost you forget you haven’t done my shoulders yet.”
“Oh can’t forget those.” As I hear him grab the oil I feel the bed dip as he climbs on. He is now straddling me and again I stop moving. “It’s just a little easier than reaching over you, that’s all. “
As he sat forward I felt it. Right in between my cheeks. Right in all that oil I felt it for the first time. Underwear as a barrier but there was no denying it. His dick was laying right between my cheeks. As he massaged my shoulders it began very motionless from his hips. He really just sat there. “Is this okay?”
I waited a moment and then said reluctantly “oh no this….is great..if your hands are good you can definitely keep going“. At first he just rocked back in forth to add a little pressure to the shoulders. This quickly brought back the grinding hips and the acknowledgment had been made. We grinded for what seemed like forever. The bottle opened he spilled more oil on. The grinding continued even more deliberate soaking his underwear completely adding some very wet sounds to his hips pounding into my ass. Then he pressed my face into the bed with one hand and started pulling his underwear down.
After hearing his underwear flop to the ground he reached across my hips and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I did my best to toot ny ass up as more oiled splashed everywhere. He circled my hole with his head, popping my thong. Then he put his knees between mine to spread my legs slightly farther apart before stepping one foot outside my leg the other up on the bed frame, almost like Captain Morgan. As he began to press his dick against my hole I relaxed. I was going to fuck my best friend gladly. There was an initial Brokeback mountain kind of struggle but as the head popped in another calm took the room over.
As I reached back to pull the cheeks apart he reached over my hands to my hips and pulled me towards him.. sliding farther and farther small slow strokes beginning as he continues to venture deeper. And then I begin to really feel it. He was about an inch longer than my dildo. This was something wildly unexpected from my POV. He was really quite similar to my dildo but the real thing was much stiffer. He sat in deep for a while, I grabbed the sheets and slowly rocked back and forth. I just began playing with my cheeks.. he smacked my ass unbelievably hard and gripped on afterward. The spanking continued as I we got more comfortable with what was happening. I rose up to my elbows and felt more in control. When the back shots really began we actually didn’t have super long to go. It was the first time. A bit awkward a bit stiff. We stayed in the side bed doggy style for all of the 5 minutes it would be. Hard pumps towards the end but good long pumps did settle in. Loud smacks rang through the house as my oiled ass was pounded with the doors and windows wide open. He did use his rather large hands to grip as much of my hips and ass as he could when he came.
A snarky voice broke the silence “well at least you won’t get pregnant.” I’m not sure if it was just the moment or the awkwardness of what just happened setting in but nothing much else was said. I didn’t really look at him I just crawled under my blanket. He left and shut the door on his way out. As I woke I could feel the dried stickiness between my cheeks. My head was definitely pounding from a hangover. But I was sure we couldn’t take a step backwards, we had a situation on our hands.
I showered immediately scrubbing particularly well. After finishing the left over water in my room, putting on a more athletic looking thong and some big shorts, which I tied tightly, I took a deep breath and went down stairs. With his door closed on the second floor and silent I continued my decent to the first floor and kitchen.
We had a couch down stairs, some random chairs we had found, a dining room table a nice little bar area on top of the sink. It was perfect for hosting parties and such. The kitchen was normal for any apartment so great by college student standards. I began working on breakfast: pancakes, bacon, some scrambled eggs. This was a pretty standard weekend breakfast as we were normally celebrating some conquest. As I got the pancakes on the griddle I heard his shower turn on.
A immense weight of anxiety hit. It had ended so awkward. It definitely happened and neither of us was like black out drunk. As I set the plates on the bar top and the extra plates in the normal corner on the counter his door opened. Coming down stairs in his normal loose boxers and basketball shorts it was kind of like nothing had happened. “What’s good playboy?” As he dapped me up walking by. He grabbed some orange juice, poured a glass and sat down on the couch. As I made my plate I asked if he wanted anything. “Yea I’ll make it you don’t have to unless you don’t mind.” It was only the two of us there so we basically just split it down the middle anyway.
After splitting things up and setting the syrup on the table we sat at the couch not saying anything for a bit. Again he’d break the silence “tryna smoke?” We didn’t always smoke but I didn’t mind on a morning like this. A few puffs in I break the silence,
“So ima just say it we don’t have to talk about last night. It happened but I don’t think we want anyone to know…so we don’t have to talk about it. Deal?”
“Well shit.. I was gonna say I wasn’t gonna tell anyone but we can talk about it right?”
“Like now or whenever? Cuz obviously not whenever.”
“No I get that. I’m saying it’s cool if we talk about it whenever it’s just us. I’m saying after breakfast we should talk about it as much as we can. Watch stand up real quick?”
What’s was he trying to prove? As I stood up I felt his grip untying my shorts. Before I could really react he had my ass out. “This is how you had breakfast last weekend. We should keep things mostly how they’ve been right?”
“ I think that would be great. “ We finished eating in a bit more silence. As he lit the blunt again I went to clean the counter. To test the excitable waters I cleaned as much as I could facing away from him as I was finishing. On the last hand off of the blunt I had been scrubbing the counter when he gave me a big spank. This felt like where it had been heading but nothing wrong with this. Not quite a verbal agreement but an agreement that was best friend secured. My ass began to spread and his face was IN it. Wild to think of having my ass eaten: it never occurred to me it may happen; let alone be a dude.
“Yo can we try something?”
We’d all been friends since undergrad. The 4 of us had lived interchangeably in the same house since we were all on the track team. However, Henry and I had lived together all four years. He was my first roommate freshman year and started a long saga when he took some of my laundry out of the washing machine.
This goes way back to childhood but somehow.. I became infatuated with thongs. I’d steal them,mostly from friends sisters and discount stores. I’d even pull my jock strap between my cheeks every time we had to wear one for sports. I used to get some great mileage out of that. I think my mom kind of figured out what was going on pretty early and just didn’t mind, or at least didn’t want it to be a thing.
She certainly bought me jock straps when I didn’t need them. Shit by high school she folded my thongs when they ended up in my hamper. She made it normal. So when I got the freedom of college let’s just say I’d give up meals to buy a thong. I had an enormous collection by sophomore year into the 30s and 40s.
My girlfriend at the time was a long distance relationship. We’d get on Skype and talk for forever, even planned trips to stay with each other through out both semesters. I was generally well behaved in short, because of my vast collection, no one could see me in those and they had to be worn. I slowly told Kelly about them over several conversations getting a little closer to the point each time. Eventually I made it clear and she didn’t care! She supported it for the first while at least, and even bought me a thong for our first visit that fall semester. She flew in, we went out to eat, we saw a movie, even did some ice skating but primarily we were having relations. And the star of the show, for me at least, was my ass. I really liked my butt and was happy she supported my thong habit. It seemed so perfect. The image of seeing myself in the mirror giving her back shots is seared into my brain at this point in life. When we got back from dropping her off at the airport Henry needed the full story.
I was doing a pretty fantastic job of depicting the sexcapades from the past weekend. Henry popped into my bathroom like any other day, why go downstairs. Erupting from the bathroom though is laughter. He emerges holding the thong package and said “when you getting to this part!?”
I was in shock, really. “Dog chill! It was just one of those kinds of weekends!?” Several jokes later we seemed to be past it. Nearing the end of the report he asked to see the thong. What? “For what reason bruh?”
“Aye just for laughs my bad for asking.”
I pause for a second and then went into my closet; each room had a pretty enormous closet for college apartments. I re-emerge in my waiter thong. Another huge burst of laughter erupted.
“I just meant ‘see it’ like the thong.. not you wearing it!” He said while jokingly shielding his eyes. Over the next few days he made thong related comments all the time, almost too much. It was fine though he didn’t tell anyone and honestly it was kind of cool knowing he was just joking about it. I started some laundry a few weeks later but made the mistake of going to the store.
I was wearing a shiny purple thong. It was game day after all, it was honestly great for practice, but it was a school color I had to have one of everything in purple and gold. It was an athletic thong but had an extremely flattering shape as it split the cheeks and hugged them simultaneously. When I got back my stuff was already in a basket next to the laundry room. Henry surprised me as I got to the top of the stairs and proceeded to ask how the store went “So how’d it go?” He quickly followed with “I feel like you started your laundry and left on an adventure.”
“I just couldn’t find everything I was gonna put in the grill, I had to go a town over” I responded not realizing his somewhat distracted nature. He was looking around, back at his feet and then found his words looking out the window.
“So like.. you have more thongs than the one Kelly brought you huh? Like my bad I was just tryna do laundry but like.. that’s mad of them. Can’t just be from a a 3 day weekend a few weeks ago..” he finished his thought still looking away.
I wasn’t really able to say much. I just grabbed the basket and kind of slowly walked towards the stairs and finally exhaled “so.. umm.. can you just come upstairs? I’m just gonna put these away first..” utterly embarrassed. Henry was my best friend and now things wouldn’t ever be the same. I’d have to tell him it’s just a weird kink and hope he can be cool about it.
“So this is just like.. you know it gets you going?” He said after I invited him up stairs.
“Yea i don’t know man. But yea kind of.” I was still stunned and not really being conscious of everything as I nervously tidied up my room. I had worn basketball shorts to the store. Shorts and a big shirt you never had any slip ups. Loose shorts, no shirt and our school colors came into view.
“Like right now.. you just got back from the store.. and you can’t bend over without your draws rising up over your shorts who else be knowing this?” He questioned.
“Honestly forgot I had it on but my shirt never flies up and my shorts aren’t untied when I’m out. Why do you care?”
“I’m just trying to figure out how to help.” He laments.
“There’s no helping it’s just a don’t worry about it kind of thing.” It’s quiet for a bit after this and then he speaks.
“I’m just trying to say.. that I’m not judging. Your good dog. “
“We really don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
“I’m just trying to say I’m comfortable with you wearing them around me…” another silence.
“Let’s just keep it how it is.”
“No but I’m saying.. like today we gonna sit around drink and watch football. Reggie ain’t here we were probably usually end up in draws or shorts.. I mean like if we had the same day but you wore one of those I’m comfortable.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t immediate. We started drinking some beers made some burgers even took a shot or two. Still a little awkward but other wise a normal return to a Saturday of college football. Minutes into the second half of the first game it really hits me for real. It’d be fucking cool to have a roommate that doesn’t mind thongs AND a supportive girlfriend, who could ask for more in this kind of situation. I go to get the bottle of liquor off the kitchen table from down stairs and make a decision to carry my shorts back up.
“Oh shit bottle boy on deck!” I quickly put things down to put my shorts on. “I’m just playing I wanted to lighten the mood! Kelly a real one man you lucky to find a black girl into that freaky white people shit!”
And there we hung out. We had the rest of the weekend just us at home, we had a third roommate but he was hardly ever around. It seemed like we just ran out to get more alcohol and came back inside. I know at least for me it was cool having a roommate that could be that understanding. I mean to the level of in two days he probably saw 4 thongs on me kind of understanding for straight friends felt like a steep hill!
A few more weeks of occasionally lounging in a thong go by. He starts reminding me when Reggie won’t be around, even on days he knew Reggie had class before practice he’d send me a text. He really found a funny groove with it; anyway he could seem supportive he’d try. Even starting to try and see/guess when I was thonging! After a visit to my closet while I was at class and finding more than thongs in my stash, he decided that this next weekend would be different.
“Yo you ever match your underwear to something you are wearing?”
“Ha I guess sometimes I do. “
“You should put on the that black lace g-string you know moves well, classy yet a touch of hoe. “
“Oddly specific bruh chill.“
“But oddly on point!” He jokes. “I feel like you’ll thank me later.”
Now I’ll be honest we were going to a house party. Nothing really to be too classy about. It was a really comfy g-string though had the little lace triangle just above the spreading cheeks. It was mostly track folks and it seemed like Henry was getting tired a lot sooner than normal. The town houses were great, lots of our team ended up moving into this complex so it was great just having to walk. Reggie was home for the weekend and it seemed like I’d be shouldering Henry home.
Once we got outside he straightened up pretty fast. “You ever just get bored chilling with them?” He remarked
“Oh I can definitely see that sometimes. Tonight was good though and Rebecca was there you didn’t want to see her after?”
“Nah I gotta handle something I think.”
Walking through the house I drop down to my g-string as quickly as I can walk up to my room. He then asks if I’m a little sore from the track work out Friday.
“Yea I mean I told you my hamstrings were pretty rough. Those RDLs were wild my whole lower body feels trash.”
“I could massage them with the roller before we k.o.”
“Oh dog that would be crazy right now.” I said drunkenly with but excited. As I start to put my shorts on next to the couch
“nah man it’s cool I want you to be comfortable.” I drop the shorts and fall into our massive L couch. He begins to roll quite vigorously, really working things in. As you can imagine for drunk folks the 30 seconds he actually spent on my hamstrings probably felt like minutes to him but he quickly began to roll out my glutes. “My ass was sore just figured yours probably is too.”
“You’re good this feels weird but oddly really dope.”
“This one spot is a little hard to get with the roller. I can just use my knuckle… Don’t you have like oil or something up stairs?”
“I do. Kinda trash stopping right in the middle though haha.” I head up stairs and rifle through my side table. And then poof, my roommate is in my doorway.
“My bad I ain’t mean to startle you. Just figured since you were already up here and the bed is a little higher up any way.” The more shots we took the less I remembered this started as a hamstring massage. It was an excellent massage and some excellent laughs with the late night cartoons on.
The last few minutes had definitely drifted away from knuckles in a spot to hands grabbing, squeezing and spreading my butt cheeks. His fingers constantly went up the g-string and I constantly forgot where I was. This wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t my bath tub as I grinded away on my dildo, this was real: I had started to grind slow circles as he massaged away. I froze for a moment. Then I got a light spank “no one said you had to stop that, it was helping the massage.” He said
“Oh yeah? How so?” As I began to get the circles going again.
“It just you know.. adds extra pressure.”
“Well don’t get so lost you forget you haven’t done my shoulders yet.”
“Oh can’t forget those.” As I hear him grab the oil I feel the bed dip as he climbs on. He is now straddling me and again I stop moving. “It’s just a little easier than reaching over you, that’s all. “
As he sat forward I felt it. Right in between my cheeks. Right in all that oil I felt it for the first time. Underwear as a barrier but there was no denying it. His dick was laying right between my cheeks. As he massaged my shoulders it began very motionless from his hips. He really just sat there. “Is this okay?”
I waited a moment and then said reluctantly “oh no this….is great..if your hands are good you can definitely keep going“. At first he just rocked back in forth to add a little pressure to the shoulders. This quickly brought back the grinding hips and the acknowledgment had been made. We grinded for what seemed like forever. The bottle opened he spilled more oil on. The grinding continued even more deliberate soaking his underwear completely adding some very wet sounds to his hips pounding into my ass. Then he pressed my face into the bed with one hand and started pulling his underwear down.
After hearing his underwear flop to the ground he reached across my hips and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I did my best to toot ny ass up as more oiled splashed everywhere. He circled my hole with his head, popping my thong. Then he put his knees between mine to spread my legs slightly farther apart before stepping one foot outside my leg the other up on the bed frame, almost like Captain Morgan. As he began to press his dick against my hole I relaxed. I was going to fuck my best friend gladly. There was an initial Brokeback mountain kind of struggle but as the head popped in another calm took the room over.
As I reached back to pull the cheeks apart he reached over my hands to my hips and pulled me towards him.. sliding farther and farther small slow strokes beginning as he continues to venture deeper. And then I begin to really feel it. He was about an inch longer than my dildo. This was something wildly unexpected from my POV. He was really quite similar to my dildo but the real thing was much stiffer. He sat in deep for a while, I grabbed the sheets and slowly rocked back and forth. I just began playing with my cheeks.. he smacked my ass unbelievably hard and gripped on afterward. The spanking continued as I we got more comfortable with what was happening. I rose up to my elbows and felt more in control. When the back shots really began we actually didn’t have super long to go. It was the first time. A bit awkward a bit stiff. We stayed in the side bed doggy style for all of the 5 minutes it would be. Hard pumps towards the end but good long pumps did settle in. Loud smacks rang through the house as my oiled ass was pounded with the doors and windows wide open. He did use his rather large hands to grip as much of my hips and ass as he could when he came.
A snarky voice broke the silence “well at least you won’t get pregnant.” I’m not sure if it was just the moment or the awkwardness of what just happened setting in but nothing much else was said. I didn’t really look at him I just crawled under my blanket. He left and shut the door on his way out. As I woke I could feel the dried stickiness between my cheeks. My head was definitely pounding from a hangover. But I was sure we couldn’t take a step backwards, we had a situation on our hands.
I showered immediately scrubbing particularly well. After finishing the left over water in my room, putting on a more athletic looking thong and some big shorts, which I tied tightly, I took a deep breath and went down stairs. With his door closed on the second floor and silent I continued my decent to the first floor and kitchen.
We had a couch down stairs, some random chairs we had found, a dining room table a nice little bar area on top of the sink. It was perfect for hosting parties and such. The kitchen was normal for any apartment so great by college student standards. I began working on breakfast: pancakes, bacon, some scrambled eggs. This was a pretty standard weekend breakfast as we were normally celebrating some conquest. As I got the pancakes on the griddle I heard his shower turn on.
A immense weight of anxiety hit. It had ended so awkward. It definitely happened and neither of us was like black out drunk. As I set the plates on the bar top and the extra plates in the normal corner on the counter his door opened. Coming down stairs in his normal loose boxers and basketball shorts it was kind of like nothing had happened. “What’s good playboy?” As he dapped me up walking by. He grabbed some orange juice, poured a glass and sat down on the couch. As I made my plate I asked if he wanted anything. “Yea I’ll make it you don’t have to unless you don’t mind.” It was only the two of us there so we basically just split it down the middle anyway.
After splitting things up and setting the syrup on the table we sat at the couch not saying anything for a bit. Again he’d break the silence “tryna smoke?” We didn’t always smoke but I didn’t mind on a morning like this. A few puffs in I break the silence,
“So ima just say it we don’t have to talk about last night. It happened but I don’t think we want anyone to know…so we don’t have to talk about it. Deal?”
“Well shit.. I was gonna say I wasn’t gonna tell anyone but we can talk about it right?”
“Like now or whenever? Cuz obviously not whenever.”
“No I get that. I’m saying it’s cool if we talk about it whenever it’s just us. I’m saying after breakfast we should talk about it as much as we can. Watch stand up real quick?”
What’s was he trying to prove? As I stood up I felt his grip untying my shorts. Before I could really react he had my ass out. “This is how you had breakfast last weekend. We should keep things mostly how they’ve been right?”
“ I think that would be great. “ We finished eating in a bit more silence. As he lit the blunt again I went to clean the counter. To test the excitable waters I cleaned as much as I could facing away from him as I was finishing. On the last hand off of the blunt I had been scrubbing the counter when he gave me a big spank. This felt like where it had been heading but nothing wrong with this. Not quite a verbal agreement but an agreement that was best friend secured. My ass began to spread and his face was IN it. Wild to think of having my ass eaten: it never occurred to me it may happen; let alone be a dude.
“Yo can we try something?”
