Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 20:47:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: College St, Chapter 12

428 College St
By Bacteriaburger

Chapter 12

	Randy ran his fingertips around the rim of his hole before plunging
them back inside.
      "Like I said, it's your call, dude, but I'm definitely in to it.
Just slide it in, see how it feels.  If you don't like it, no big deal.  I
got a nice, tight fuckin ass, though.  Darrin loves it."
      Still, I hesitated.
      "C'mon man," Randy said.  He took his fingers out and winked his hole
at me.  "Think how it would feel around your cock.  I love it man, I love
having stuff shoved up my ass.  And your dick is just as good as any dildo.
Grab that lotion."
      I stood up.  My dick felt as hard as a diamond, like it could go
right through anything.  My legs just seemed to naturally take me toward
Randy.  I'll just try it, I thought to myself.  I'll just put it in there a
little bit, and maybe the whole way.  Only because he wants me to.  Just to
see how it feels.
      I reached for the lotion and squirted some in my palm.  I slathered
it on myself, relishing the feel of my powerful dick in my fist, so hard
and slick.
      "Lemme see that," Randy said, and I walked over toward him, my cock
bobbing out in front of me.  I handed him the lotion.  He squirted a dollop
of cream on his fingers and worked it into his butthole.  "Makes it
easier," he said, his fingers darting easily inside himself.
      I knelt down before him and pointed my erection at his asshole.
      "So you just want me to do it," I said.  "Just stick it inside you."
      "Yeah.  Just slide it on in there.  Take it slowly, though."  I moved
forward on my knees.  The position was awkward and uncomfortable.
      "Would it be alright if you turned around, to get your ass up a
little higher?  I think it would be easier for me," I said.
      "Yeah, sure, that's cool.  Hit me from behind, it doesn't matter.  I
dig it all.  Let's just get it on," Randy said, turning over and getting up
on his hands and knees.  Something about seeing him in this position made
it even more irresistible.  His thick back muscles tapered off to his
waist, then fanned out again in to his big, plump butt.  The parted cheeks
of ass were inviting.  He turned his head to me and smiled.
      "It's all yours.  Go for it."  I knelt in between his legs, my knees
sinking into the couch.  He arched his back and the tip of my dick met his
hot, pulsing hole.  My whole body shuddered.  I'd never felt anything so
hot before.
      Randy took in his breath.  He squinched up his hole, kissing the end
of my cock with his greased anus.  I steadied myself and leaned my weight
into him.  The pressure and resistance that met the head of my dick were
intense.
      Randy was breathless with anticipation.  I pressed again, and the
head just popped inside.  Immediately I could feel Randy's ass tense up,
gripping it greasily.  I had to resist the urge just to shove it all
inside.  It was too great a rush.  I had to take it slowly.
      Randy quickly relaxed and pushed his ass back, wanting more.  I
grabbed hold of his big butt to steady him, and savored the feel of his
tight ass ring on the head of my dick.  Slowly I pulled him back on to me,
the thick inches of my dick sinking steadily into his hot, tight ass.
      "Feel so fucking *good*," Randy moaned.  He was bracing himself with
both hands on the back of the couch.  I sensed his dick was rock hard,
because his ass kept clenching up, like he was so hard that it couldn't
help but spasm.
      His asshole stretched to accommodate the thick base of my dick as the
rest of my shaft sunk inside.  Finally his ass pressed against my balls,
and I realized I'd bottomed out.  This time, when Randy squeezed my whole
dick with his bowels I actually had to stop and catch my breath, because I
felt like my load would just spurt out spontaneously.
      I was all the way inside of him.  If this was still an experiment, it
had gone as far as it was supposed to go.
      "My cock's all the way inside of you."
      "Uhhhawww, yeah."
      "Does it feel okay?"
      "Dude, it feels so hot.  It feels so good.  Does it feel okay to
you?"
      "Better than okay, dude, much better than okay," I said, laughing.
      "Your dick feels good.  Sometimes Darrin's hurts, it's so fucking
fat.  But yours is like perfect.  See if you can get it in any farther,
push as hard as you can," he said.  I pressed myself deep into his ass, and
found I could get in a little further.  Randy whimpered.  Just this slight
movement had me feeling like I was going to cum.
      I was balls deep in Randy's ass.  What would be the point of turning
back now?  I was going to buttfuck my best friend.  For Christ's sake, he
*wanted* me to use his ass like a pussy.
      "So what now?"
      "So fuck me," Randy said.  "Pull your dick out as far as you want.
Feel how tight my ass grips your dick."  I pushed his fat ass away, moving
his body forward.  My cock slid out slowly, with Randy's ass lips tightly
gripping every horny millimeter.  I stopped when my head was just about to
pop out.  Then I slowly pressed back in, bringing Randy's butt back on to
it, the sensitive ridge on the underside of my dick being massaged and
kneaded by his tight asshole.
      "Oh, my God," I couldn't help saying, as my dick went back inside of
him.  It really hit me, then: this ass was mine for the night.  I could
fuck the shit out of my best friend and it didn't matter.
      Even more extraordinary was that I didn't feel the anxiety I'd
experienced when I'd fucked girls.  Those experiences were always
apprehensive, like I had to be gentle and go easy on them.  But this was
Randy, my buddy, and he was giving up his tight, sweet piece all for me.  I
could do whatever the fuck I wanted and he was tough enough to take it.
      "Feel good?" Randy said between breaths, as I pumped in and out.
      "Fuck yeah."
      "Then ride `em cowboy."
      "Yee fuckin haw!" I shouted, giving his fat ass a healthy slap and
plunging back inside.

	Even though I tried, I didn't last long inside Randy's ass.  The
excitement of having my dick somewhere so tight and so willing was just too
much to bear.
      I got rough with him, shoving my dick in as far as it would go,
ramming his ass with all my might.  And Randy gave it right back to me,
bucking backward to meet each thrust, and saying the horniest shit
imaginable.
      "FUCK yeah, bro, ram my ass, fuckin awesome," he cried.  He loved
every inch of it.  I slapped his ass hard as I fucked him, squeezing his
cheeks around my dick and spearing it in.  I tried to slow down when I felt
my load rising up, I tried to pull back and stop altogether, so I could
keep it going.  But Randy wouldn't stop.  He pushed back into me, fucking
himself on my cock.  He had an agenda, his hand was moving a mile a minute
on his own prick.  He was relentless.
      "Shit, slow down," I told him, but he just kept going, swallowing me
with his ass until I realized I wasn't going to be able to control it; my
load rose up from my balls and was ready to let loose right there in my
best buddy's butt.  It felt so fuckin dirty, but also so thrilling.  I
could shoot my whole load into him and it wouldn't matter.  I didn't even
stop to ask him.  I didn't have time.  But in my head I imagined Randy
saying "No worries, man.  Just shoot it off into my ass, it doesn't
matter."
      "Gonna fuckin blow," I spat out, and before I even finished saying it
the first stream of cum poured out of my cock head and spewed inside
Randy's pound cakes.  I felt his ass contract around my dick and I realized
he was shooting off too, and we hadn't even been trying to time it.  It
just worked out like that, the point of no return had come naturally and we
were both going off together, me in his ass and him all over our couch.
      When it was over I let Randy pull himself off of me.  He stood up,
sweat beading on his forehead.  He reached behind himself and felt his
asshole.
      "Damn, dude," he said.  "Way to shoot a fuckin load."
      "I'm sorry," I said, "I should've warned you, but I couldn't stop."
      "It's cool, man.  What's it even matter?  Not like I'm going to get
pregnant."  Of course we hadn't used a condom.  We were young and dumb.
These days I know better.  In a way, though, the fact that we hadn't used
protection made it even more of a thrill, made it feel even closer.  With
Randy, it was always complete abandon, and it was hard to imagine it any
other way.

***
      Nothing changed, the day after I fucked Randy in the ass.  Nothing
changed, except that I thought about it a lot.  I thought about Randy, and
his ass, and how it gripped my dick so tight and never let up; how I'd
fucked him until my load just spilled inside his body and it felt so right.
I thought about how I wanted him that very second, wanted to bend him over
the kitchen table and fuck the shit out of him until I spracked all over
his back and he pulled off his pud all over the plates that were still
sitting out.
      The heavy resistance that had blocked my mind like a wall for the
previous week had suddenly burst down, and had somehow let loose a
turbulent rush of lust.
      It was the night before Christmas Eve, and almost a foot of snow had
fallen during the day.  Outside the world was quiet and expectant.  Inside
428 College Street it was warm and bright.  We had Led Zeppelin playing
through Darrin's ghetto-rigged surround sound.  Randy bought a bag of
groceries and was making dinner, with garlic and cheese and bread.
      "My parents are coming to pick me up tomorrow morning," he said as he
lowered a steaming strand of fettuccini into his open mouth.
      "Yeah, mine too" I said.  I didn't feel like thinking about going
home.  I'd slept all afternoon, and now that it was evening I felt more
awake than ever.
      After we were finished with our fettuccini alfredo Randy leaned back
and lit up a cigarette.
      "What are you thinking about?" he asked.
      "All kinds of shit."
      "Like what?  As if I don't know."
      I took a deep breath.
      "Well, for starters, aren't you confused by all of this?  Even just a
little?"
      "You mean buttfucking?"
      "No ... I guess I mean all of it."
      "Well, not really," Randy said.  He put his cigarette out on his
plate.  "I don't know, it's weird ... I mean, I always used to mess around
with my friends, when I was a kid.  Play doctor and shit.  And I guess this
seems the same way.
      "I mean, sometimes I wonder why I don't have a girlfriend, and shit
like that, but the trick is remembering that most people just don't know
what the fuck they're talking about.  They want to put labels on everything
and everybody, and say that if you do this, then you're this way, and if
you do that, then you're that way.  They just do it to make it easier on
themselves."
      "But do you think you're ... I guess ... bisexual or whatever?"
Randy just shrugged.
      "Who gives a fuck?  All I know is I'm enjoying myself," he said,
getting up to put his plates in the sink.  He looked back at me.  "Are you
enjoying yourself?" he asked.
      "Yeah," I said.  It was true, but I still had things on my mind.  I
didn't want to press the matter, because I didn't want to ruin the
experience; like when you have to explain a joke to somebody and it isn't
funny anymore.
      The fact was, if Randy was going to offer his ass to me like he had
the past night, I was willing to ignore my own misgivings, or keep my
thoughts to myself, if it would keep it going.  It was that good.

To Be Continued

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