Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2016 15:57:16 -0800
From: Alex P <alexp336@gmail.com>
Subject: Hayden - Part 4

However could you say no when your straight friend begs you "Please,
Puppy, suck it?"

Wondering where I've been? This should explain:
https://medium.com/@alexp336/what-i-didnt-realize-until-i-was-a-published-erotica-author-929a36080af1

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Play safe, and remember - fictional boys don't get STIs but that
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-Alex


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Hayden - Part 4


I lift up, feeling the pressure of his grip on me, and then dip my
head once more. Allow my tongue free rein over his swollen flesh,
tasting the sweetness that has started leaking and filing my mouth.
The taut waistband of his underwear - no, my underwear - pushes his
balls up so that, as I bottom out on him with each slow stroke, they
press against my cheek.

Reaching a hand between his legs, I gently tug and stroke at them,
feeling as much as hearing Hayden's purr as I work him over in his
most sensitive places. Most of my head is caught up in what I'm doing,
firing at its basest neurons as the tastes and the scents and the feel
of him overwhelm me, but there's just enough awareness to know that I
want to make him feel good. Want this to be the best blow job he's
ever had, to never forget it was his Puppy that made him feel this
way.

Gradually I work my way up on all-fours on the sofa beside him,
Hayden's hand reaching underneath my body, milking my cock as it wags
and bobs in my excitement. I risk a glance up, expecting to see his
eyes tightly closed - wonder which girl we know that he might be
imagining doing this, or some celebrity perhaps, some top-heavy porn
star - but find he's looking down at me, staring as I stare back, his
thickness stretching my lips into a lewd "O".

"Take your shirt off," he tells me, breathless. Reluctantly I let go
of his junk, allow his cock to slip from between my lips, and pull my
t-shirt up over my head. The urge to dive back down on him is immense,
but I force myself to grip his shaft instead, slap its heft against my
cheek and run it across my face. The smell of him, rich and musky and
incredibly masculine, is setting my head spinning. When I finally
succumb, and plunge my throat back onto him, I can't prevent the sigh
of pleasure from rumbling up through my chest.

As I suck, Hayden sits forward and tugs his own shirt off. I feel the
warm hem of it brush my back as he tosses it past me, onto the floor,
and then he's sitting back again and, if I shift my eyes to the side,
I can see the soft ripples of his abs splayed out. His hand strays
back to rest gently, possessively on my shoulder blade; not moving me,
but simply lifting and falling as I work on his cock.

"I feel like we shouldn't be doing this, Puppy," he mutters, voice a
little slurred. My body tenses, suddenly expecting him to push me away
and hating the thought of it, but he doesn't. "It's not right,
because..." Hayden sighs, and I feel his thumb circling gently at the
base of my neck, brushing with and against the closely-cropped hairs
there. "Because we're friends."

Forcing myself to release him, I lift my head from his crotch. His
erection spit-slicked in my fist as I jerk him. "So are you going to
tell me to stop?"

Hayden grins, a wide and lazy expression that seems to occupy the
whole bottom half of his face. I can't help but smile back.

"Nah," he tells me, "I'm gonna bust in your mouth."

I don't protest when he pulls me back down, my lips eagerly replacing
my fingers as he grinds himself deep into my throat. Maybe we're past
some mental block, I don't know, because all of a sudden Hayden is a
lot more vocal.

"That's it, Puppy, use your tongue. Fuck, swallow again like you did
just then. Jesus, it's like my dick is halfway into your chest." I
gulp and twist and suck, doing as I'm told, as my straight friend digs
the fingers of one hand into my shoulder, the other making lazy
strokes on my throbbing erection. I'm not sure if he's even aware he's
still doing it, but it's keeping me on the edge of blasting across the
couch.

I start to tug on his underwear - no, my underwear really - dragging
it down his thighs. Hayden closes his legs together just long enough
for me to pull the briefs down to his knees, then kicks them off.
There's a fresh wave of heat from his body that radiates past my face,
and I can't help myself, I have to go explore.

Hand running slick strokes along his shaft, I press my face into the
crease where his thigh meets his groin, nudging his balls aside with
my nose and lapping at the sensitive skin there. The scent of him is
stronger there, musk mixed with the sweet tang of fresh sweat. Bracing
myself with one hand on his knee, I play my tongue down under his
body, until I'm licking the swollen runway of flesh just above his
ass.

"Oh, fuck Puppy," Hayden gasps, as the tip of my tongue flicks across
his hole. "You sick fucker."

I chuckle, feeling the scrape of my fingers against my cheek as I
continue jerking Hayden's cock while my mouth seeks out the hot
tightness beneath him. Slumped as he is, I can dig my way under his
ass and grind myself onto him. Pushing slyly at a part of him I bet
has never been touched like this before.

"Shit, you're doing it." There's an edge of shock in his voice,
surprise meets arousal. "You're licking my fucking ass."

I want more, though. More than just a few ill-angled strokes between
the lightly-furred mounds of his ass. I want to show my friend just
how I can make him feel, and preferably blow his mind in the process.

Pulling back momentarily, reluctantly, I tell him to lift his leg.
After a split-second of hesitation he does, the thigh I'm not leaning
over shifting until his heel is balanced on the edge of the couch
cushions. It's not much, but it's enough.

Hayden's whole body shudders when I plant my mouth on his hole. His
hand tight and motionless around my dick, a rigid sleeve it's
sublimely tempting to hump against. When he groans, I can feel it
ripple through his body, down to where his thighs are suddenly trying
to crush my head as they pin me in place.

He may be able to still my body, but he can't stop my tongue. Tip
pointed and eager, I force past his flinching muscle and inside him.

I've sucked more dick than I've eaten ass, but I have zero plans to
fuck up this particular opportunity. Judging by Hayden's alternating
moans and gasps I'm doing a pretty decent job, switching between
jabbing my tongue into his gradually relaxing hole and then lapping
gentle across and around it. I know I'm doing good when I feel his
thigh shift; glance up and see his hand grasping underneath his knee
and pulling his leg back to better expose himself to my attentions.

It's just the room I need to sneak my fingers into the crack of his
ass, letting them play in the spit-slicked gap between his taut,
straight-boy cheeks. A sly fingertip pulling and tugging at his
entrance so that my tongue can pry in further. When I slip half my
forefinger into him, Hayden's shock is audible.

"Oh Jesus, Puppy, what the fuck..."

I freeze, for a moment, half-expecting him to pull back from me;
readying myself for the moment of rejection when his brain catches up
with - and overrides - the flood of unusual sensations overwhelming
his body. And yet he doesn't. Instead, I feel the unmistakable shift
of his ass further down on the couch cushions, spreading him even
further and forcing my finger in even deeper.

It's when I feel his hand move again on my cock that I know I have
him. Carefully, I press my probing digit into the hotness of his body,
until my knuckles are against him. Pulling out, I time the addition of
my second finger with swirling my tongue around the head of his cock,
the skin there so taut and swollen it must be bordering on painful. A
deep grunt escapes Hayden's lungs, rattling his chest, as I sink his
erection into my throat, simultaneously pushing both fingers as far
into his ass as I can get them.

His fist is like a vice on me one moment, and then suddenly gone; I
fight the urge to whimper with wordless frustration. Glancing up
again, I see him lick his palm - tongue wide and flat - before
returning the now-slippery hand to my dick. Newly lubricated, it
slides with heavenly friction from the thick base to the bobbing,
leaking tip, Hayden's spit mixing with my own drooling precum.

I'm finger-banging him hard now, slamming my hand into his hole as I
feast on his cock. His body is rocking down to meet each thrust, one
of his hands holding back his leg so far that his knee is pressed
against his chest; the other an eager blur on my own hyper-sensitive
hardness. I fight the urge to thrust into him, force myself to let him
do the work as I focus on the mingling feelings of dominance and
submission from Hayden fucking my throat.

"It's... oh fuck, Puppy, it's happening... I'm..."

If I was his girl - if he even had a girl - this is probably where I'd
pull off, I think, with a sudden flush of pride and superiority.
Instead, I intensify my efforts, hooking probing fingertips up and
inward to hunt for the swollen nub of his prostate, while swallowing
hard around the broad flare of the head of his cock as it pulses in my
gullet.

I know it's coming, that we've reached the point of no return, when he
bucks and tenses under me, and then he's flooding my throat, ass
spasming around my fingers as though it wants to cut them off. The
hot, sweet and tart taste of him on my tongue, as his cock throbs and
jerks. The strangled "yessss" that thrums through his torso is all but
unnecessary: I know just how intense the feelings must be.

Pulling back, I play my tongue around him, tasting the dregs of his
orgasm as his body still clenches periodically.

I think I'm the hardest I've ever been, and I can't stop myself from
pushing my cock through Hayden's fist as his haphazard jerking is
thrown by the power of his climax. Caught somewhere between the daze
of what I've just done and the fear that, as the lust fades
post-climax, he'll stop.

"Are you going to cum?" he whispers, voice still shaky as he tries to
catch his breath. I search the five words, his tone, his intonation,
to try to figure out whether I can hear disgust or regret or anything
else in there. I wonder if he looks at me now, humping against his
grip, with dismay.

"I don't..." I start, sentence petering out as the uncertainty swells over me.

"Sit up," Hayden tells me.

I push myself up, sitting back on my haunches next to his slumped body
on the couch. His cock is still half-hard, wet from my mouth. Chest
flushed. And yet his hand is still on me, fingers carefully cradling
my pulsing erection.

"I want to see it happen," he says, squeezing me. The soft, teasing
slide across my dick sends shivers through my body, but then his
movements grow firmer, more deliberate. Fist grinding down into my
pubes, before returning all the way to the tip; circling there for a
moment and then the whole thing repeats again and again.

"Sometimes when I jerk off, I do it like this," Hayden tells me,
almost matter-of-fact despite this line we've transgressed together in
our friendship. "I can keep going for ages, just getting real close to
where I'm about to cum and then stopping myself. Making myself wait."

Suddenly his palm is rubbing across the head of my dick, making me
flinch and gasp at the stab of sensations that rocket through me. The
rough-smooth rasp of his skin is almost too much for me to bear.

"But when I really want to blow, I do it like this," he explains,
voice still a low whisper. "It's like it hurts, but it makes me cum so
hard I feel like my balls are going to go shooting out my cock."

I'm unconsciously spreading my legs, leaning my groin into Hayden's
polishing motions. I don't know if it's the hand-job or his
explanation that's pushing me toward my own orgasm, but I know I don't
want either to stop.

"It was so fucking hot to cum in your mouth, dude," Hayden confides.
"I wasn't sure you were going to let me. I thought... I thought you'd
pull off at the last minute or something. But you didn't." He runs his
thumb up the thick, swollen ridge running the length of my cock, from
base to just below the tip. It's slick with my precum.

My voice is a strained gasp. "I wasn't going to stop," I tell him, and
watch him grin almost bashfully.

"I tried it once. I mean, I guess every guy has, y'know?"

I picture him on his bed, jerking into his palm and gingerly licking
through the creamy white puddle. Or his legs thrown back over his
head, hand flailing as his dick wags and bobs above his face, sending
a shower of fresh milk cascading over his nose and between his lips. A
fingertip scraped through the trails of spunk that have spattered
carelessly across his chest, and brought nervously to his mouth. I
want to ask how he did it, when, what he thought of the taste and
whether he'd do it again, but just imagining the possibilities is
somehow enough too.

"And then, when you put your fingers in my ass... Jesus, it made me
think about... well..."

It's too much, it's all too much. My body locks rigid, Hayden moving
his hand just in time to let the first jet of cum go flying. It sprays
across his thigh, and then his fingers are around me again, jerking me
properly now as I soak his groin and leg. I feel like I'm turning
inside-out.

"Fuck, dude," Hayden laughs, "are you trying to drown me?" I have to
push his hand off my dick, it's too sensitive now for even his
lightest touch. He's right, though; I can't remember the last time I
came this hard or this much.

I let myself fall back, looking at Hayden as he stares at me between
my raised knees. I'm guessing that, in a minute, one of us will get
self-conscious, but for the moment the post-orgasm glow is still
strong. I can't decide if he's smirking or smiling or some mixture of
the two.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not obsessed with cum or anything like that.
But, watching my friend sprawled out on the soft, bare-ass naked, with
my stuff running down his body... I admit, I can't help but think
about what it'd be like to clean him up with my tongue. Something
tells me that would be too intimate for him, though.

Yeah, I can have my mouth on his dick or on his ass, but licking his
abs? Far too familiar. The thought of it is enough to make me giggle
out loud.

Hayden looks at me, quizzically. "What's so funny?"

I shake my head; it'd be too weird to explain. He shrugs, then levers
himself cautiously up off the couch, trying to avoid dripping cum all
over the place.

"Guess I'm going to, y'know... get cleaned up, then." He looks
sheepish, as though it's just this moment struck him what we've done.
I bite my tongue and just nod.

Don't think I don't watch the way his ass flexes as he walks out the
room, mind. I resist the urge to wolf-whistle.

I haven't the restraint not to pick up his discarded Calvins, however,
nor to stop myself from burying my nose in them. The soft blue cotton
envelops my face, while the scent of Hayden - somehow both the same
and yet different from minutes before, when I was pressed tight
against his crotch - sets my head swimming.

I'm one sick Puppy, I remind myself as I feel my cock start to twitch
into life again. I might as well embrace it.



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That's the end of that one; thank you for all those who came along for
the ride with our playful - and now a whole lot closer - friends. I
have a few ideas for what I might write next, though, so there should
be something new fairly soon. Until then, you can find plenty of
stories at http://dirtyanon.tumblr.com/tagged/words

-A