Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2015 04:54:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: jonny btm <hotbtminla@yahoo.com>
Subject: Road Trip with Mike

After years of enjoying reading these I finally decided to take a crack at
writing another one (first one was
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/a-big-surprise). I hope you
enjoy. This story was inspired by my first intense relationship at the ripe
age of 18 with a 19 year old buddy. All the standard caveats apply. This
story is intended for adults to read, and is not for minors. Praise or
constructive criticism welcomed at hotbtminla at yahoo.


ROAD TRIP WITH MIKE
By Jonny Btm


"Ten full minutes. You gotta lay there, on your back, totally nude. Hands
behind your head so you can relax."

"Relax, right."

How Mike and I wound up in this bizarre, slightly hilarious situation was
fueled by very cheap beer and overactive 19 year old hormones. Well, Mike
was 19, I was 18, and we'd be buddies since sophomore year of high
school. Mike was a bit of a paradox. He was a soccer player who wasn't a
jock, a metal head who wasn't a burnout, and a good student who wasn't a
nerd. I also found him incredibly hot. Mike was a pretty low-key guy, soft
spoken, constantly dipping tobacco (without being a redneck Ð like I
said, paradox) and almost always with a girl on his arm. I wasn't usually
that into his girlfriends, both for obvious reasons and also because they
just always seemed kinda trashy. I felt like he deserved better.

The only time we had a double date Ð mine with my ill-advised, desperate
to prove them all wrong virtuous girlfriend, and him with Debbie. We were
staying at his grandparents cabin upstate. The first night I could hear
Mike and Debbie having sex in the other room. My girlfriend was doing her
best to pretend to sleep, and I was doing my best not to jerk off listening
to Debbie's moans and the squeaking of the box spring. I definitely got the
impression Mike was well hung, because Debbie all but shouted it from the
rafters. Weirdly it sounded like she was both into it and not, because it
sounded like she made him stop when she couldn't take any more, and I heard
him walk into the bathroom to "take a shower."

It was on that camping trip that Mike and I first saw each other naked. The
girls wanted to go into town to hit outlet stores, an idea that struck Mike
and me as beyond boring. After they left he punched my arm and said "Let's
go swimming dude."

I got up to follow him and was a bit surprised he was headed straight
outside, rather than to his room. "Aren't you gonna change?" I asked.

Mike was already pulling his tshirt over his head. "Nah. It's just
us. We're skinny dipping."

I'm pretty sure at that moment my heart stopped beating. Was I seriously
about to get to see Mike naked? I started tugging on my shirt, and was so
perplexed and excited by this prospect forgot I was wearing a button down.

Mike was already out of his jeans and down to his underwear. And I was
struck totally speechless. Mike, being a bit of a metal head, was almost
always dressed in baggy black concert tee's and baggy denim. One time we
did get into an impromptu wrestling match during a sleep over at my house,
entirely over a Nintendo controller, and I didÉ feel something. Not
THAT, get your mind out of the gutter. No, I definitely felt muscle. And
god knows he was able to pin me pretty easily. So I suspected he was in
good shape.

I had no idea at all that he would look as jaw-droppingly perfect as he
did. He was muscular but not over built, just perfectly defined in every
way Ð arms, chest, legs. He was surprisingly hairy for being as young as
we were, but not overly. A dusting of dark hair on his pecs and arms,
leading to what I'd later learn was a treasure trail. The front of his
tighty whiteys (another surprise) wereÉ well they were clearly well
packed. I couldn't believe Mike was hiding this rockin' bod under shitty
hair metal logos.

"Earth to Ollie," Mike said.

I snapped out of it and hoped he didn't think I was weird. I wasn't out to
anybody at this point, and was mortified that it would cost me friendships
if anyone found out. As I was trying to get my jeans down I tripped and
fell, making Mike laugh.

"Damn dude, you into me or something?"

"Wh-what? No." I said, turning crimson.

"Ollie, relax man," his grin was infectious, and alsoÉ slightly knowing?
I must be imagining things. "Come on, let's get in the water. It's awesome
this time of year. Cold as hell at first but then awesome."

He slipped his hands into the waistband of his underwear. "Besides, if
we're gonna backpack Europe in a few months you might as well get
acquainted with this."

With that Mike lowered his underwear. I just about fainted. His cock was,
like the rest of him, perfect looking. Easily 4 inches long dangling soft
over his nuts, and looked thick as hell too. Even his nuts and pubes looked
perfect on him.

Mike put his hands on his hips, which made his entire body look like it was
chiseled out of marble. "You just gonna stand there and drink in the eye
candy? Let's see what you've got."

I sheepishly pulled the rest of my clothes off. I'm not a prude by any
stretch, having parents from Europe I didn't have any hang-ups. But I still
felt small around him. My dick is about 7.5 inches hard and well shaped, so
I'm comfortable with that, I just wished in that moment that I
exercised. My slim frame wasn't exactly sexy, at least not to me. What I
was most worried about was possibly popping a boner around Mike.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Mike said. "At least not unless you can
stop drooling."

"Fuck you."

Mike laughed and ran toward the dock. I followed him and leapt into the
water, and holy fuck he was right. It did feel amazing. And it was cold as
hell. We messed around, swimming and throwing stones, and it was all pretty
chaste, just two dudes hanging out. Nude. In a lake. With no one around. I
wasn't sure if we'd be murdered by a maniac or wind up fucking. Neither
wound up happening.

Which brings us to tonight, three months later. We'd just graduated high
school, and Mike was pissed that his dad's mechanic's shop wasn't doing so
well, so we would have to delay our trip to Europe. Instead Mike decided
we'd load up the car with beer (he knew people), weed (he knew a lot of
people) and CDs and do a random road trip.

We wound up inexplicably in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Which was a
colossal mistake because there were literally no hotels available within 20
miles in the month of June. We finally found a cheap motel in the middle of
West Nowhere. It was late, there was nothing to do, and we were stuck.

That was when Mike decided we'd have a little party. Out came the shitty
beer, a bit of pot, and a deck of cards. Looking back on itÉ that was
the moment everything changed.

We played a couple rounds of blackjack (poker wouldn't be in vogue for a
few years yet), literally playing for peanuts. That's when Mike got the
idea to "make things a little more interesting."

"We each draw a hand, whoever wins the loser has to do whatever he says."

Now I know you're reading that and thinking, "typical, I know where this is
going." However this is, in fact, what Mike said. It wasn't unusual for us
to make random bets on things, usually resulting in one of us having to do
something embarrassing. So I told him "You're on."

I won the first round. I sat back in on the bed I had claimed and thought
about what challenge I'd give him, like I was a Bond villain. "Alright
Mikey. You need to get us some more ice. And you have to do it naked."

Mike downed the rest of his beer, took a deep drag from his joint, and
stood up. He shucked his clothes faster than I thought possible considering
we were buzzed. He ran out the door with the ice bucket and was back like a
minute later. Pulled his clothes back on just as fast and I was really
disappointed he wasn't giving me more of a show.

Next round. I won again, despite actually trying to lose. I was feeling
like this could get kinky, or at least interesting, and was more than
willing to submit myself to his demands. If anything it might give me a
better idea if he'd be down with hooking up, or was at least curious.

For his second challenge I decided to step it up and go for what I
wanted. "That ice you just got? You've got to rub it all over your body for
3 minutes."

Mike grinned. "You're gonna pay for this."

"Uh huh, sure I will. As soon as you manage to win."

Mike put the bucket of ice on the floor and shucked his shoes and socks. I
started humming a striptease song, probably from Gypsy, because oh my god
you guys who did anybody not know about me?

Anyway, Mike took the hint. He started stripping out of his clothes and
really took his time this time. Teasing pop of the shirt here, teasing
flash of the ass there. Finally he stepped out of his underwear and faced
me. My god he was breathtaking.

He reached into the bucket and picked up a hunk of ice. He slowly started
rubbing it against his skin, which was turning pink. He muttered "Jesus" a
few times, but he's a trooper, and was very thorough, making sure to get
every inch of skin in contact with the ice for at least a moment. When he
put it behind his back I expected him to turn around, but instead he
continued to face me, his taught abs and pecs straining from his arms
"cleaning" his back. His waist was thrust forward slightly. It was almost
like he was presenting himself to me. As my eyes slowly studied his body,
made hazy by a few beers, I realized that the entire time Mike was staring
at me. If there was any doubt in his mind that I just thoroughly checked
him out it was gone.

Instead of looking away I stared back. Trying to read his mind. He finally
dropped the melting hunk of ice back into the bucket.

"We're not putting that in our drinks."

Mike erupted with hearty laughter and pulled his shorts back on. No
underwear, no shirt. He cracked his knuckles and started shuffling the
deck. "Let's make this more interesting."

"Really? Because I've found it pretty damn interesting." I said as I
cracked open a fresh beer.

"Yeah I could tell." Mike didn't look at me, but he smirked in this sexy
way he does. "Double or nothing."

"How are we going to double nothing? We're not really betting anything."

"That's where the more interesting part comes in. Besides, statistically
speaking, I'm bound to win the next round."

"Actually, statistically speaking, you're not."

"Whatever, Brainiac. LoserÉ has to do whatever the winner wants."

"How's the different from what we were already doing?"

"For ten minutes. No complaining. No questions. If I win, I basically own
you."

"For ten minutes."

Mike chuckled. "A lot can happen in ten minutes."

I think I got a little light-headed. I know my hands were shaking a bit.

"Deal."

Mike dealt the cards. No matter what happened I was going to keep hitting
until I busted, because there was a noticeable electricity in the air and I
for damn sure wanted to find out what it meant. He deals me a King. He gets
a four. Mike just stared at the cards, dumbfounded. I flip my other card
over. Ace.

Blackjack.

Fuck. Me. And Mike thinks this isn't working out well for him?

Which is how, a few minutes later, we wound up in the bizarre, slightly
hilarious situation that began this story. I was drunk, a little high, very
horny, and Mike was definitely putting off signals.

He stood up, looking a bit dejected for losing every hand. He slipped his
fingers into the waistband of his shorts. "I'm assuming you want these
off?"

I was a bit surprised he just offered it up like that.

"Ollie?" as he said my name he was slowly lowering his shorts until his
full, manly bush and the base of his cock was visible. "You want me to take
these off? Since you made me get naked both other times."

"Ah, yeah, sure," I said. My mind was racing. Mike smiled and yanked his
shorts down and casually stepped out of them. He put his hands on his hips
again. God again with that pose that made me hard as a rail every time I
thought about it.

"You going to set your alarm? Ten minutes."

I switched on the stopwatch on my phone.

"Ollie? Before you start the clock you want to tell me what you want me to
do? I don't want you to miss out on anything." There was that smirk again.

"Ten full minutes. You gotta lay there on your bed, on your back, totally
nude. Hands behind your head so you can relax."

"Relax, right."

"Nothing to be shy about, I've seen it already."

"Oh I am not shy dude."

"We'll see about that."

Mike stretched out on top of the sheets and folded his arms behind him. I
was transfixed. His body was just so perfectly proportioned. I slowly eyed
my way from his feet to his head, and it was obvious he clearly didn't have
any problem putting himself on display like this. When I finally looked
into his eyes he was staring at me with that sexy smirk.

I got up to put the second part of my plan in action, but first turned back
to him. "One more rule, the lasting rule. You're not allowed to move your
arms anymore."

Mike cocked an eyebrow. "Whatever floats your boat Ollie. I'm just gonna
lay here and think up how I'm going to get you back when it's my turn."

"Your turn? I thought this was the last round?"

"Like hell it is. We're going to keep playing, all night, until I win your
ass."

I turned on the television and picked up the remote. "Don't worry dude,
I'll pay for this." I turned on the porn channel.

Mike gasped. "Oh you fucking asshole."

I grinned. "Ten minutes, and you have to watch the TV. No moving onto your
stomach, and no moving your arms."

"You are most definitely going to pay for this," Mike replied.

The video was pretty much standard fare porn that was badly edited because
hotels seem to have an issue showing too much. A pretty blonde woman was
trying to catch her breath while getting railed from behind. Her moans were
incredibly sexy.

I sat on the edge of Mike's bed and chuckled. "Wow, she is really enjoying
herself. Look at the way she's pounding back at that guy. Are you enjoying
yourself buddy?"

I looked at Mike, and his eyes were glued to the screen. I watched as his
cock rapidly filled with blood. As it got harder I realized he was both a
shower and a grower; Debbie clearly wasn't kidding when she told him she
couldn't take any more. Like the rest of him his cock was perfectly
proportioned. Uniformly thick from base to tip, with a large head. He had
at least an inch on my 7.5, possibly more. Once his cock was fully hard I
noticed how huge his balls were too. They were slowly moving around in his
sack and were clearly full.

"Damn dude," I said. "Now I know why the girls are always after you."

"Not really." His eyes remained glued to the screen, the sounds of the
blonde getting fucked six ways from Sunday filling the room.

"Not really what? Of course they are."

"Most of them are until I try to stick it in them. Then they freak out. I
go home with blue balls more than I score. A lot more."

Minutes when by as we continued to watch the movie. I was hard as a rock
myself, but not because of the video. I kept stealing glances at Mike's
bod, and my mind started reeling trying to think of other ways I could keep
this going. I was becoming more and more lusty, and my desire was to make
Mike cum.

That's when I caught him absentmindedly moving one of his arms, his hand
going to his chest. His breathing had sped up and I noticed his feet kept
clenching for some reason. His hand wasn't going further down, instead I
saw him pinch one of his nipples.

"Uh uh, dude. No using your hands."

Mike groaned and put his hands back behind his head. "Fuck you Ollie. I
wasn't trying to cover up."

"You play with your nipples?"

Mike sighed. "Yeah. Feels good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. If I pinch them right before I cum, wellÉ I cum a ton anyway, but
when I'm playing with my nips I shoot like a fire hose."

"That seems like an apt description for that big cock of yours."

"Yeah?" He was looking at me now. The smirk was gone, replaced by something
else. Curiosity? Lust? "You think my cock is big?"

I nodded. "Yeah dude. It's big."

"Bigger than yours?"

"Yep."

"Because you know you're getting naked again when it's my turn."

"I figured."

That's when I noticed a small dribble of precum oozing from the head of his
cock. The woman in the video was now getting double teamed, but neither
Mike nor I were paying much attention.

I gingerly reached out and brushed my fingertips across one of his
nipples. His cock jumped and Mike moaned and closed his eyes.

I chuckled. "I think you liked that dude?"

"Fuck yeah."

Feeling a little bolder I massaged his pec a bit. Solid, warm muscle. I
tweaked his nipple, harder this time.

"Fuuuuck," Mike moaned. "Your hands are cold."

"Sorry dude."

"Not complaining man."

"I'll stop."

"Like hell you will."

"I think you're enjoying this too much," I said teasingly. Meanwhile I
tweaked his other nipple. His cock jumped again. He was leaking precum like
crazy now, it was pooling around his belly button and abs.

At that moment the buzzer went off on my phone. Ten minutes was up. My
hands were hovering over his chest. Mike had broken out in a mild sweat
which made his body gleam in the dim light of the hotel room. I gently
massaged his chest again. Mike sighed.

"Time's up," I said.

"Finally, fuck," his arms swung around and he started to stroke his
cock. We had clearly crossed a line somewhere, probably because of my
filthy mind, and now one of my closest friends was jacking off in front of
me. Hell, not just in front of me, with me kneeling beside him with my
hands on his chest.

I grabbed his wrist. "Not so fast dude."

"Ollie, I need to get off."

"Ten minutes might be up, but I didn't say you were allowed to use your
hands."

"Oh fuck you man."

"You want to make it double or nothing."

Mike was desperately trying to stoke himself but I was holding his wrist
steady.

"Fuck the card game dude. I gotta cum."

"Double or nothing. You're not allowed to touch yourself with your hands
for the rest of the night."

He glared at me like a trapped animal.

"And in returnÉ I forfeit the next 5 rounds."

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. We'd already
crossed one line, and I just pretty much leaped across the rest of them
with one sentence.

Mike let go of my wrist and sighed. I wasn't sure if it was resignation or
contentment. He made a big show of stretching his arms out, lacing his
fingers together, and placed his hands back behind his head. "You got a
deal."

The last of my breath fueled by nerves left me. I couldn't believe this was
actually happening.

"So, what would you like me to do first dude?"

Mike nodded toward his suitcase. "There's oil in there."

"Oil?"

"Massage oil. I use it on my leg in case it rains."

"I'm not sure if I'd be any good at giving you a massage."

Mike eyed me directly. "Well we're going to find out."

I got up and went over to his suitcase and fished out the bottle of oil. I
heard Mike start laughing. "Something funny?"

"That tent in your shorts looks uncomfortable as hell."

I looked down. I knew I was hard, but in the excitement of taking the game
up a notch I forgot about it. My cock was obscenely stiff and jutting
straight out, creating a comical effect.

"Oops," I said.

"No worries, I'm flattered."

"Yeah?"

"Drop `em."

"What?"

"Drop. Your. Shorts. Shirt too while you're at it. I wouldn't want you get
oil all over your clothes. And I shouldn't be the only one here stark naked
with a huge boner."

I self-consciously pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled the drawstring on
my shorts and they fell to the floor. Mike was staring at me the whole
time. And his cock was still hard as a railroad spike. I yanked off my
underwear and headed back to the bed with the bottle of massage oil. My
hard-on was bobbing like it was attached to springs.

Mike settled in, the sexy smirk back on his face. I poured some of the oil
into my hands and breathed on it to warm it up. Then I carefully placed my
hands on his abs and deeply stroked up toward his pecs. I could feel each
muscle in his chest tense and then relax. Mike groaned.

"Was that okay?" I asked. My desire to please him was growing stronger.

"Hell yeah that was okay."

I poured a little more oil on his chest. Some got caught in his hair, and
some trickled down his sides onto the sheets.

"Fuck dude, we're making a mess," I said. "I should get towels for you to
lay on."

"Nah, the sheets are already messed up. Besides I'm gonna be sleeping in
your bed tonight."

I just about swallowed by own tongue. "You, ah, will?"

Mike just grinned. "It's big enough to get the job done. Don't you think?"

I nodded. My heart was racing again. If I knew he'd be so matter-of-fact
about it I'd have tried to seduce him years ago. Though I was still not
convinced the night would actually stay on this course. Mike was very
straight. Or at least straight enough.

I started massaging him lightly under his breast bone. His other bone was
still stiff, which didn't go unnoticed. "Do you want me to turn off the
lights?"

"Nah, I want you to be able to see what you're doing."

I gave him another upstroke, across his abs, across his pecs, to his
shoulders. He let out another sigh. Slowly I slid my hands back down his
chest, and then started the upswing again. I did it very slowly, so I could
catch both of his nipples between my fingers. I gave a light pinch.

"Oh fuck yeah Ollie."

"That feel good?"

"Dude I'm loving the way your hands are working over my bod."

"You've got a great bod."

Mike chuckled. His eyes were closed. "There's more to my bod than just my
chest though."

"Yeah, IÉ um, am a little nervous."

Mike opened his eyes and looked at me softly. "Don't be nervous. I'm not."

"No?"

"Nope. Any part of my bod you want to touch, go for it."

I grinned. "Like here?" I stroked over his hips to his thighs, barely
avoiding his cock in the process. I must have tickled him around the hips
because he jerked up and tensed his abs.

Stifling a laugh he said, "Sure, dick." He laid back down while I massaged
his calves and inner thighs. To get a better angle I got on my knees
between his legs. He spread his legs for me. God even his legs were solid
muscle. All those years of soccer were kind to him.

I stoked my hands up and down his legs, edging closer and closer to his
balls. I tried alternating pressure, deep stokes followed by light
touches. Mike was practically purring. Inching myself further between his
legs, I let my fingers gently float over his abs back to his pecs. This
time I pinched his nipples with more determination. His rock hard cock
throbbed.

"Fuck Ollie, I can't keep this up."

"You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no. I want you toÉ" for the first time his bossiness halted.

"Want me to do this?" Throwing all remaining caution to the wind I firmly
grabbed his cock and stoked up, then let it snap back down onto his
belly. Mike's reaction was priceless. He arched his back and let out the
sexiest moan.

"I think you liked that too," I said, slowly stroking his hips.

"Please Ollie," he whispered while taking a hold of my wrist and pulling it
toward his cock.

"Uh uh, no hands."

Mike sighed with frustration and put his arms behind his head again.

"Tell me what you want Mike," I said, leaning over his chest and brazenly
pinching his nipples again.

"Please," he was almost whimpering now. I leaned forward again, this time
lowering my mouth down to his chest. In the process my stomach pressed
against his waist. I could feel his cock throb, hot and perfect, against my
chest.

"Tell me what you want me to do for my first challenge Mike," I
whispered. I flicked my tongue across the tip of his left nipple, then
moved to the right one. Putting the nub between my teeth I lightly bit
it. Again his cock throbbed against me. I was slowly grinding my hips to
maximize the pressure I was putting on his cock.

"Oh fuck yeah Ollie," was his only reply. He sounded desperate.

"Just want me to keep doing this?" I asked, flicking my tongue across his
chest? "Or this?" I grinded hard against his hips this time, pressing his
big cock down harder. I could feel his precum sticking to my chest.

Finally Mike relented. In the quietest voice he said, "Make me cum."

I sat up quickly and Mike let out another disappointed moan. "Sorry buddy,
I didn't hear you."

"Yes you did."

"I thought you said you want me to make you cum. Is that what you want
dude?"

"Yeah. Dude you've had me boned for, like, ever, and I haven't cum in about
a week and a half. See how full my balls are?" Mike spread his legs further
and arched his back again, hosting his hips up. And clearly trying to get
his cock near my hands again.

"Easy tiger," I chuckled, warming up my hands again. "You want me to make
you cum?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Make me cum."

I slowly stroked my hands up his legs again. "Okay dude. I'm going to make
you cum."

Mike sighed again and settled down. Again I gripped his rock hard cock
firmly. "I'm going to make this big, awesome cock shoot, buddy."

"Fuck yeah, Ollie."

"Want me to keep doing this?" I asked, while firmly stroking his cock. It
was thick enough that my fingers couldn't touch. With my other hand I
massaged his balls. His cock felt amazing in my hands.

"Or would you prefer this?" I loosened my grip and lightly, very, very
slowly, stroked his cock from the base to the tip, then back down again. A
dollop of precum, whiter this time, oozed from his cock. I slid my thumb
over it and used it to add lube.

Mike was now panting and starting to squirm. "Oh god Ollie, you're killing
me."

"I'm not killing you dude," I whispered. "I'm going to make you cum. That's
what you want right?"

"Yes. Please."

"Has it really been a week and a half?"

"Yes. Please dude, make me cum."

"You didn't jerk off during that time?"

"No, I don't like it. It's better when," he took a deep breath. My hands
were still lightly caressing his cock and balls. "SomebodyÉ please
Ollie, I'm on the edge."

"Since it's been a few days I want to make this as satisfying as possible
for you Mike. Can I play with your nipples while I stroke you?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Will that make you cum extra hard?"

"Like crazy. It'll be the biggest load you've ever seen, I swear."

I let go of his cock completely and stroked my way up his chest again. His
back went up just as I gently flicked my thumbs across his nipples.

"Yeah, Mikey, you want me to drain your balls tonight?"

"Yeah."

"That's probably not going to happen the first time though. It might take a
few rounds to completely empty you."

"SÉ s'ok."

With one hand I slowly went back to stroking him. The other continued to
play with his nipple.

"Yeah? You want to make all my challenges result in you cumming?"

"Fuck. Yes."

"Because I want to satisfy you. I want to see if I can drain you
completely."

"Yeah. Fuck. OllieÉ"

"No more hesitation. Anything goes."

"Oh fuck yeah."

"You just tell me how you want to cum and I'll do it."

"God yeah Ollie. Christ I'm so close."

"This is just round one?"

"RoundÉ fuckingÉ one. Gonna make you serve my cock."

As soon as he said cock I let go of his and massaged my way back up his
chest. "Will it make you cum harder if I play with both of your nips?"

"LikeÉ aÉ fuckingÉ yesÉ"

"Because I only have two hands." I lowered my head toward his crotch and
exhaled over his cock.

"Oh my god. Fuck yeah, Ollie."

Slowly I snaked my tongue up the underside of his cock. The massage oil
tasted a little weird, but there was a saltiness mixed with it. His precum.

Mike was shaking uncontrollably now. I flicked the head of his dick with my
tongue. Yeah, that was definitely the saltiness.

Then I went down on him in one smooth motion. Took his entire cock in my
mouth until I felt his pubes against my nose. Mike let out a surprised
yelp.

I was shocked I didn't gag. And once his cock was in my mouth I decided
playtime was over. I was starving for it. I needed it. I needed to please
him, to make him cum so hard he saw stars. I started sucking him off like
my life depended on it.

Mike was going absolutely fucking bonkers. Writhing around, moaning while I
went to town on his cock with my mouth and my fingers worked his nipples
over.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he continued to moan. Suddenly I felt his hands on my
head. Guess we could skip that rule for a few minutes. He wasn't trying to
force my head down further Ð I was already skewering my throat with
eight and half thick inches of hot, hard cock. It was almost like he was
petting me. Stroking my hair. "Fuck, Ollie, I'mÉ closeÉ holy fucking
shitÉ holyÉ I'm gonnaÉ almost."

I continued to hoover his cock relentlessly.

"Ollie I'm gonnaÉ if you don't stop I'mÉ"

I sucked with more abandon now, flicking my tongue across his dick slit on
every upstroke.

"Oh shit," Mike yelled. "Oh shit Ollie, I can't hold it!"

When Mike came inside my mouth it nearly made me cum as well. He let out a
loud gasp while his cock throbbed, heavy spurt after heavy spurt. I started
swallowing immediately, not wanting a drop of his seed to go to waste. I
didn't keep track of how many times his cock fired off, but it was a
lot. He wasn't kidding about cumming like a fire hose.

I looked up at him while I continued to nurse on his cock, which was
deflating a bitÉ but not much. He was staring at me with a look of
astonished wonder on his face. I continued to suck and swallow and tried to
grin, which probably came across more like I was insane.

Mike finally started giggling and pulled me off his cock, which still
hadn't gone down completely. He tugged at my shoulders so I could lay my
head on top of his chest.

"Fucking wow, man," Mike muttered, while stroking my arm. "Wow fucking
wow."

"Was that okay?"

"Was that fucking okay?!? I've never cum like that in my life."

I smiled a content grin.

"I totally didn't expect you to suck me off. And I really didn't expect you
to swallow my load like that."

"I told you I'd do anything to satisfy you."

"God damn. If I knew you had skills like that we would have started doing
this a long time ago man."

"Well," I said, playfully stroking his hardening nipple. "I think we're
gonna make up for lost time. I've got to make you cum 4 more times."

"You were serious dude?"

"Hell yeah."

"Oh man this is gonna be Ð you're really down with just making me cum?"

"Yeah. I almost came myself from sucking you off. So I'm clearly getting
off on it too."

"Fuck yeah dude! God damn if I knew you'd be so hot to trot for my cock I'd
have booked us down here for a month instead of a weekend."

I gently bit on his nipple while my hand snaked down his stomach toward
that magnificent cock. "Feels like this thing is getting warmed up for
round two."

"Fuck yeah, dude. You want to suck me off again?"

"Definitely. I'd rather get you off that way than jerking you off. Your cum
is too good to waste."

"I am very okay with that little buddy. But, ahÉ" I felt him lightly
brush his fingers down my spine. "When you said you'd do anything?"

I looked up at him while pushing my butt up toward his hand. "Anything."

His fingertip slid down my crack and came to rest directly on my hole. I
felt him press his fingertip on my ass. I pushed back against him Ð hot
being lubed there was no way it was going in, but I made my intention
clear.

Mike let out a low whistle. "God damn Ollie. You're gonna give me this
too?"

"Yeah, you're gonna have to go slow at first though. It's going to be
tight."

"I can feel that. Damn your ass is gonna feel amazing around my cock."

"Your cock is going to feel amazing turning my ass into your sperm bank."

Then Mike surprised me. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
lightly. Yeah, I know I just swallowed his cum, and told him he could fuck
me, but still the kiss was unexpected.

"You've made me super hard again."

"I can feel that."

I sat up and swung one of my legs over his chest. I scooted my butt down a
bit, until I felt Mike's cock pressing against my crack. I started
massaging his chest again, while ever so slightly moving my hips up and
down, feeling his cock press against me.

Mike motioned me toward him with a crooked finger. He took my face in his
hands and kissed me again, this time with his tongue swirling against
mine. I moaned. I rocked my hips backward, feeling his hard cock against my
ass, the hotness of it against my hole. I raised my hips more until I felt
just the tip of his cock pressing on my asshole. He moaned.

I reached over and picked up the bottle of massage oil. I wasn't sure if
this was going to work, but I was bound and determined. I poured some oil
on my hands and reached behind me to start slicking his cock up. Mike
poured a bit into his hands as well and started going to work on my hole.

The first time I felt his finger pop inside me I gasped.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, IÉ wow." He kept his finger inside me like that for what seemed
like an eternity, then he slowly started stroking my hole from the
inside. Suddenly I felt an intense feeling that made me light headed. I
shuddered.

"That's it dude." Mike said with a grin.

I broke into a sweat. "Oh myÉ godÉ"

Mike grinned while slowly fingering me. "Feel good?"

"IÉ yeah. I think. I mean," I suddenly let out a loud moan and shuddered
again. I didn't feel like I was in control of my own body any more. My dick
was sticking straight up in the air, I was sweating like a whore in church,
and Mike was slowly teasing my ass with his finger.

"I think you like it," Mike said as I felt a second finger slide inside
me. It didn't feel so much like he was stretching me out. He was trying to
warm me up. And it was working, big time. "Just think how good my cock is
gonna feel."

"Oh god," I was now rocking back and forth on his fingers, trying to get
him to press harder.

"You want my cock inside you?"

"YeahÉ IÉ godÉ MikeÉ"

"You made me say it, now I want to hear you say it."

"I want your cock in me."

Mike stopped moving his fingers entirely. "Sorry, I'm not sure I understood
you, Ollie."

"Mike."

"That's my name."

"I want. Your cock. I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me."

Mike withdrew his fingers and I sighed. This was torture. Then I felt his
cock head against my hole again. My heartbeat went into overdrive. This was
gonna be it.

"This is what you want?" Mike asked, slowing teasing my hole with his cock.

"Yes. I'm yourÉ"

Mike arched an eyebrow.

"I'm yours. My hole is yours. My mouth. My body. Everything."

His eyes never left mine as felt his cockhead press against my hole. I
tried to remember what I was supposed to do, then instinctively relaxed and
tried pushing out. His cockhead popped inside me.

"Oh. My. God." It felt impossibly big.

"Take your time, dude," Mike whispered, stroking my arms. "I'm not gonna do
anything unless you're ready for it."

"OhÉ kay." My breathing was getting heavy.

"You want me to take it out?" he asked. "I don't want to break you the
first time we fuck."

I shook my head, but wasn't entirely sure if I meant it.

Mike pulled me down by my shoulders and kissed me tenderly again. "Once you
get used to this, me inside you, I think that's all you're going to want."

"That's not," I kissed him deeply. "True."

"You're going to want my big cock inside you all the time aren't you?" I
could slowly feel him pressing against my hips. Centimeter by centimeter he
was taking more of my hole.

"IÉ yeahÉ want," I was making out with him with abandon now.

"Good, because we're gonna do this again, dude. A lot. No girl has ever
swallowed my cum, but you loved it."

"Yeah I did."

"And not many girls let me fuck them," Mike whispered.

"You're tooÉ so bigÉ so fuckingÉ" It now felt like I was sliding
down a water slide, if the water slide was my friend's rock hard cock. Then
I felt it. The tip of his cock rubbed over my prostate. And I fucking lost
all control of my senses. I can't even remember what I said, because it
wasn't any human language.

Mike had a look of astonishment on his face. And with one smooth, non-stop
move, I sat down on him. His full, thick eight and a half inches was inside
me to the hilt. I started to shudder uncontrollably. I was a little worried
that we did some damage, but it also felt too good. I slowly started
rocking my hips.

"There you go buddy," Mike whispered. "You've got it all now."

All I could do was nod. I started rocking my hips faster. With every stroke
against my prostate my eyes would roll back in my head. I think I was
drooling. No, definitely was drooling. "SoÉ bigÉ soÉ good," I
moaned.

"Yeah babe, ride me like you own my cock. Nice big thick cock that I'll put
inside you any time you need it. Every day if you want. God damn you feel
so good."

"You," I whimpered. "Good. Fuck. Me."

Mike slid his hands up my back, which was now covered in sweat. In one
swift movement he rolled us over, never once pulling his cock out or
slowing down the motion. On instinct I wrapped my hands around his
shoulders. I tried wrapping my legs around his waist so I could pull him in
tighter, but I wasn't capable of motor functions.

Mike took the hint and lifted my legs over his shoulders. "Yeah, this how
you want it Ollie? Your legs open like you're my whore? Your hole totally
open to taking my cock as hard and deep as I want?"

"FuckÉ me," I moaned.

Mike started to really fuck me now. The gentleness, tenderness, was
gone. Now we were animals. Machines. His strokes were long, hard, and
relentless, always pulling out til just the tip of his cock was inside me,
then slamming back in. Our sweat was mingling. His cock was sending me to
another plane. All I could hear was his breathing, and mine, the sound of
his hips and balls slapping against my ass while his cock pummeled me
mercilessly.

I was impressed with his staying power. Yeah I'd just blown him, and it was
an enormous load that I swallowed, but damn if he wasn't fucking me within
an inch of insanity. My body felt like jelly. My prostate was screaming in
pleasure every few seconds, my limbs were limp. Mike and I were just
grunting. We both had one cause Ð to make him cum.

Not that I wasn't hard of course, I was from the second he touched my
hole. By I didn't feel the need to touch myself. I was truly getting off of
letting him use me.

"OllieÉ fuck," Mike whimpered.

"You getting close?"

"YeahÉ real close. You want me to-"

"Michael if you pull out I swear to god you're never fucking me again."

His pace picked up, "Oh fuck yeah! You're gonna take my load."

It was more of a statement than a question. I think. Just to make sure I
started meeting his thrusts back. Where I was finding the strength I don't
know. "That's it Mikey, give it to me." The sweat was dripping off his
forehead onto my face. "Fill me up man, let me feel that big horse cock
shoot inside me."

"Oh fuck," Mike groaned. "I'm gonna-"

Suddenly we were taken by surprise when cum started spontaneously shooting
out of my dick. I was experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life, it
felt like a full-body orgasm. At that moment every part of me started
spasming, including my hole. Mike just yelled "Holy-" and thrust deep
inside me to the hilt. Stream after heavy stream of his cum was shooting
out of his cock and into my guts. It seemed like it took him forever to
stop cumming, despite that being his second load. I brought his face toward
mine, still out of breath, and started kissing him, licking the sweat off
him, my legs still wrapped around his shoulders while I felt him continue
to jerk and jolt and twich, my hole continuing to tighten and loosen each
time he pressed his hips against mine. We both wanted his cock to
depositing his load as deep inside me as possible.

"Holy fuck." Mike finally muttered.

"Yep." I nodded as a tongued more sweat from his shoulders.

"Good thing you can't get pregnant dude."

"No kidding. I can feel the warmth inside me. I think you pumped like a
pint of cum into me."

Mike just nodded and cleared his throat. "Dude you came just from me
fucking you."

"That's one way of putting it, yeah."

"You must love my cock."

"Yeah. The rest ain't bad either."

Mike chuckled. "We are definitely going to keep doing this right?"

"Yup."

"Cause I could definitely get used to this. Between your mouth and your ass
it was like you were born to take my cock."

I kissed him again as I slowly felt him slide out of me.

"You want to take a shower?" he asked.

"You go ahead. I'm just gonna try to see if I can walk."

Mike grinned and kissed my forehead. As he headed into the bathroom he
nonchalantly muttered, "Hey Ollie? Don't forget. That was only round two."