By Bacteriaburger
Chapter 13
We sat on
the couch for the rest of the evening, our stomachs full from Randy's dinner,
watching “Law & Order” and getting hopelessly high.
“I have
to piss,” I said in the non-committal way that stoners do when they have a
notion that they don’t really intend on seeing through. After a few minutes I said it again.
“Well
fucking piss then,” Randy said.
“Ehhh, I will in a minute I guess.”
Randy
sighed and stood up.
“Now I
have to piss. I guess I’ll get up there
before you do, you lazy ass.” He turned
toward the steps, hesistated, and turned back.
“Speaking
of ass,” he said, and bent over in front of me.
He slid down his mesh shorts to reveal his firm, globular ass cheeks, “I
bet you’d like to fuck this ass again, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, I
think I would.” My cock started to swell
at the sight of it.
Randy
pulled them back up, snapping the elastic band against his waist.
“Well,
we’ll see.”
“What do
you mean, we’ll see?” I called as he
walked up the stairs. I listened as his
piss splashed in the bowl. He took his
time before answering me.
“Get my
laundry out of the dryer, then we’ll talk it
over.”
“Oh fuck
that,” I yelled. We had a washer and
dryer down in the basement. It was
pretty convenient, but our basement was nasty.
None of us liked going down there.
“Dude, a
piece like mine don’t come for free,” Randy said when
he came back down. “So get my laundry out
of the dryer, bring it up here, and we’ll talk about it.” It was just like Randy to pull some sort of
stunt like this. Still, I couldn’t deny
the boner that was forming in my sweatpants.
With a final ‘fuck you’ I pushed myself off the couch and headed to the
basement door, followed by Randy’s lunatic laughter. He had me, all right.
I trudged
down the basement steps, thinking of the ways I’d have Randy when I went back
upstairs. Maybe I’d bend him over the
kitchen table like I’d imagined earlier that day, give him the reach around and
watch him shoot all over the table before filling his ass with my load. Maybe I’d have him sit on me, ride my dick
until I was ready to turn him over, throw his legs up in the air and give him a
good pounding. Or maybe I’d do him on
the staircase, just lay him face down and sink my dick into his hole until I
shot my load all over his ass. Whatever
I did, I intended upon making it last.
I walked
to the dryer and unloaded Randy’s whites into a laundry basket. Randy usually wore tightie-whities,
but he had a few pairs of bikini briefs that I guess he kept for special
occasions. In the state I was in right
then, I actually found myself getting a little turned on at the thought of
Randy’s ass in them. In a moment of unsupervised
spontaneity, I brought a pair up to my face and sniffed them. They smelled of combed cotton and Downy
Fresh, with just a hint of muskiness. My
dick throbbed and oozed in my sweatpants.
I brought
the basket up to the living room and set it on the floor.
“Here you
go,” I said.
“Sooooo ...” Randy said, an
expectant look on his face.
“So ...
bend over! Wasn’t that the deal?”
“The deal
was, you get my laundry out of the dryer, and then we’ll talk it over,” Randy
said. “Start folding, and then we’ll
talk some more.”
“Fuck this,” I said. Then I sat down and got to work. Randy laughed, watching me with great
glee. “I can’t believe I’m folding your
goddamned socks.”
“You’re
doing a good job.”
“This
sucks.”
“Here,”
Randy said. He got up on the couch and
turned his ass to me again. “I’ll give
you a visual to help keep you going.”
Again he exposed his naked ass.
It was so big, but so firm, and the cheeks were hairless and smooth as
the skin on a peach, with a warm, even skin tone. I folded faster.
“Okay,
now I’m doing your underwear.”
“Awesome,”
Randy said. He reached back and pulled
apart his cheeks, revealing his clean, pink pucker. I’d always just assumed most asses were ugly,
but Randy’s was honestly beautiful. I
couldn’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to stick their dick in there.
“Okay,
just your t-shirts and then I’ll be done,” I said with a noticeable loss of
breath due to my increased heart rate.
Randy’s breathing was also deeper.
He touched his hard dick underneath his shorts. One time Randy told me that spreading his ass
gets him instantly hard, because of the fresh air that caresses his hole. I guessed that was what was happening now.
“Make
sure everything’s folded,” he said. He
got his finger wet and sloppy and pressed it to his tight hole. I watched it almost like it was in slow
motion as he slid it inside all the way up to knuckle.
“All
done,” I said, standing up. My cock was
straining painfully against the front of my sweatpants. “You ready to rock ‘n roll?”
“Fuck
yeah,” Randy said. “I’m horny as
fuck. Let’s do it.” I got naked.
Randy took out his finger and presented his ass to me, arching his back
and wiggling it just a little as he shifted down to give me better access. As soon as I got up close, I knew I had to
eat him out.
I brought
my face up close and took in the heady, musky smell of his ass. Such a turn-on. I started licking the space underneath his
balls, slowly working my way up his smooth crack. The tip of my tongue reached the tangy smooth
skin of his anus, and Randy shuddered. I
rimmed the perimeter of his butt hole, just lightly enough so he could feel
it. Then I ran my tongue light and quick
all the way up and down his ass crack, just skimming across his pulsing hole.
Finally I
got down to business, tonguing right into his sensitive, quivering anus. His asshole unclenched as he completely gave
himself over to me. My whole head was
buried in his ass. I loved the way his
butt smothered me, like I didn’t have any choice but to chow down. I screwed my tongue tight into his steaming
asshole. Somehow, the knowledge that I
was soon going to sink my dick inside had me working his asshole with even
greater abandon.
Eventually
we were both ready. I stood up, shifting
my hips forward and humping my dick against his ass, the underside of my shaft
sliding against his white-hot hole. I
pressed the tip right to it and he kissed me with his asshole, signaling he was
ready to draw me inside.
Behind us
“Law & Order” was wrapping up. I
looked all around the living room but I couldn’t find our hand lotion.
“Hey
Randy, where’s the lube?”
“Fuck the
lube. You got me pretty wet
already. Just slick your cock up with
spit and slide it inside.” I did as he
said and got back into position. Just as
I was thinking there was no way I was going to get my big cock inside that tiny
hole, Randy pressed his ass into me and my cock head popped inside.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he moaned in a deep voice.
“Fuck
yeah, dude, I’m inside of you. You want
more?”
“Yeah, gimme some more,” Randy said, and I inched my spit-slicked
cock into his soft, yielding entrance.
“Oh fuck yes,” Randy said. “This
is fucking nice.” There was something
incredibly hot about doing it with no lube, incredibly hot and incredibly
close. Raw and dirty.
Finally,
I was balls deep. The feeling was
incredible—-the entire length of my cock, buried in to his tight shit
chute. I let it rest there for a minute,
just to savor the sensation and let him get used to it. I had a weird, lucid moment. I started thinking about the snow falling
outside, about how it was just me and Randy, all alone in this big college
town, doing our own, private thing in the living room of our apartment.
I rocked
my hips backward. Centimeter by
centimeter, my dick slid out of Randy’s hole.
When I was most of the way out I slid back in. Then out.
Then in again.
“UUUuuuhhhh,” Randy groaned.
I felt under his stomach for his dick.
It was rock hard, pressed against his belly. I got a hold of it but Randy swatted my hand
away.
“Too
fucking close,” he said. “Just fuck my
ass. Concentrate on fucking my
ass.” So that’s what I did. I fucked his ass and forgot about everything
else. Never for a second did I doubt
that Randy was getting just as much pleasure as I was. He was with me for every thrust. It was slow, and it was intense.
After
taking him from behind on the couch for a good fifteen minutes, I decided I
wanted to change things up.
“Lemme fuck you over the kitchen table.” Randy just gave me a knowing smile. We uncoupled and I followed his naked ass
into the kitchen.
“Right
over the table?” he asked. His whole
body was flushed, his dick read and oozing.
“Yeah,
you’re the main course,” I said. He
grabbed hold of the sides of the table pushed his ass back. Slowly, I slid my cock up his hole. It went in easily now, and in no time I was porking Randy for all he was worth. The table shook underneath us. My hips met Randy’s ass cheeks in a series of
staccato smacks.
I fucked
Randy all over the apartment that night.
We took it up to my room for a while, just for a change of pace, and I
fucked him on my bed with his legs thrown over my shoulders. I took him rough, and I took him gentle. He got on top of me and rode me like a horse;
then I got on top of him and fucked him like a bitch in heat. We came, then came a second time, then
started fucking again.
Finally we
ended back where we had begun, on the couch, doggy-style. I was fucking him hard, pinching his nipples
as his dick slid in and out of my fist.
“Feels so
fuckin good,” he said. “Fuck I’m gonna
cum.” His ass clenched down on my dick
and his sperm shoot in hot rivulets, dribbling down my knuckles. That was enough to set me off.
With one great
thrust I pushed inside of him as far as I could go. I started sperming
in his butt, but then had a change of heart and whipped it out. I pointed my dick at his ass and unloaded
several thick shots off jizz down on his ass cheeks. Then without even thinking I bent down and
started licking it up, eating my load off of his cheeks. I even went back to his worn-out hole,
tasting the remnants of the two loads I’d deposited there earlier in the night.
We were exhausted, I mean totally washed
out. We sat on the couch in the
afterglow, watching an infomercial for a metal tray that defrosted things like
burgers and steaks. Neither of us could
muster up the energy to find the remote, let alone get dressed.
Eventually I
noticed the clock. It was
“Dude, I
am played out,” I said.
“You’re
telling me.”
“Guess I
better go to bed,” I said, rising up off the couch. I paused, and for a moment I thought about
asking Randy to sleep with me. It just
seemed strange to leave his side, especially after the intimacy we’d just
experienced. But I didn’t want to make
things weird, so I pushed the thought from my mind. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Yeah,
well, my parents are coming pretty early to pick me, but if you got some
morning wood and want to slide it in me one last time, don’t hesitate.”
“Sounds
good, dude,” I said. I collapsed on my
bed and fell immediately asleep.
I dreamt about
Randy’s ass all night. I was still half
asleep the next morning when I stumbled toward his bedroom, my thick slab of
morning wood leading the way, thinking of the big, warm ass that was waiting
for me at the end of the hall.
He was laying
face down under the covers. I called his
name and he didn’t answer, so I pulled the covers down and exposed his naked
ass. It stuck out from his body like a
small mountain. I gently parted his
cheeks touched my tongue to his hole That got him up quick. He ground his morning wood into the bed,
savoring my tongue action in his half-awake state.
When he
seemed ready I grabbed some lube from his dresser and lined my dick up with his
hole. I slid it all the way home in one
thrust as Randy moaned into his pillow.
I got a rhythm going, feeling more awake by the minute. Soon Randy was up on his knees, banging into
me just as hard as I was banging him.
There was no way I was going to make it last that morning. I came right inside of him before I could
even think about stopping myself. Just
as the last of my load was spilling into his guts, the doorbell rang.
“Shit! It’s my fucking parents,” Randy said. He threw me off of him and scrambled to get
dressed. He put on some pajama pants and
went down to answer the door. I listened
from his room as he talked to them. I
couldn’t help but smile, thinking of the cum that must
have been dripping from his asshole the entire time.
Somehow, he
convinced them to wait in the car while he got ready. He ran back up the stairs and closed the
bedroom door behind him.
“Quick,” he
said, pulling down his pajama pants to reveal his still-stiff dick. “I gotta get off
before I get in that car.” I took his
hard dick into my mouth and sucked it into my throat. It didn’t take him long to get off. He held on tight to the back of my head and
blew his jism down my throat. I drank it down with great relish.
When we
were finished he threw some clothes into a book bag, along with his toothbrush
and some hastily-wrapped gifts.
“Gotta go. Dude, have a nice Christmas.” He leaned down into me and met my lips in a
kiss. Our tongues writhed together, mine
still coated with the aftertaste of his load.
Randy
broke away and, smiling, headed downstairs and out the door.
I sat and
listened as they drove away. I was
alone. The silence in the house was
deafening. I laid back in Randy’s bed,
which was still warm from where I’d fucked his brains out not five minutes
earlier.
What a gift, I
thought.