By Bacteriaburger
Chapter 9
I woke up—or, rather, returned to the
world of the living-—sometime around
Randy and
I were lying on opposite sides of the couch, our legs entangled in the
middle. Darrin was sprawled out below us
on the floor with dry mats of cum on his stomach. I stumbled toward the window and shut the
curtains tight. It was Sunday, and I was
going to do my best to pretend the outside world didn’t exist.
I checked the
fridge, found a beer and drank it down.
Afterwards I felt a whole lot better.
Randy and Darrin got up next, so I got them some beer and we nursed our
hangovers until we started to feel a little better.
“What are
we going to do today?” I asked. It was
just a general question, I didn’t really expect an answer. But Randy had one.
“I picked
up some new porn yesterday,” he said. “I
say we take a shower, smoke a bowl or two and get really fucking high, then
watch porn and beat off for the rest of the night.”
I looked
at Darrin and we nodded.
“Sounds
like a plan.”
And so it
went for those first weeks of living together at
I’d come
home and usually either Randy or Darrin would be there, and they’d smoke me
up. Then we’d either talk about going
out, or resign ourselves to spending the night in. At least that fall, we spent a lot more time
staying in.
Eating
ass became our new favorite activity.
Darrin never seemed as keen on giving it as much as Randy and I were,
but as a general rule, giving it was the only way to get it. To not reciprocate was just out of the
question. We had each other’s backs,
literally.
At any rate, once we got going Darrin
usually forgot his hesitance and went with the flow. I guess it was the prospect of getting your
ass eaten out, or just having had your ass eaten out, or even just being around
your buddies when you’re horny as fuck—it all contributed to an atmosphere of
overpowering horniness.
Jerking
and sucking were always cool, but eating ass was something we all had to agree
on. We were kind of ritualistic about
it, with the washing and everything. And
it was always a little nerve racking to broach the subject before it had
happened.
It
took a few days after the first night we all ate each other out for it to
happen again. When Darrin and I came
home from class that day Randy pulled out a bowl and offered to smoke us up. I threw my bag on the floor and sat on the
chair across from Darrin and Randy. We
passed the bowl around slowly. Randy
took a drag off the almost-finished bowl, and ended up sucking in a couple
glowing embers.
“Awwk,”
he said, picking the ash out of his mouth.
He stuck his finger in the bowl and fished around. “Cashed,” he said, and set it on the coffee
table. I looked at Darrin. Darrin looked at me. Then I looked at Randy, who was already
looking at me.
“Well...”
Randy said.
“Yeah,” I
said, grabbing my crotch. Randy and
Darrin smiled.
“Okay,”
Randy said, “but let’s try doing it all together this time, instead of one at a
time.” I said I was game, and Darrin
agreed, so we all went upstairs into the bathroom together. We took our clothes off. Randy and I were fully hard, and Darrin’s was
thick and dripping with pre-come.
Randy
bent Darrin over the tub. He got a wet
washcloth and washed his ass for him.
Once he got Darrin’s ass wet and soapy he just used his hand, running it
up and down Darrin’s crack and poking a finger inside his hole. “Just makin sure you’re all clean in there,”
he said. Darrin seemed really turned on,
grinding his thick cock into the cold porcelain of the tub. I reached over and helped him out, too, even
sticking a finger inside, just a little, like Randy had done. That was something we’d never done before,
but Darrin seemed to dig it.
After he was done we all got in the shower
together. Darrin rinsed off, and then we
took turns cleaning each other’s asses.
First Randy bent over the side of the tub and we got our hands in
between his big ass cheeks and soaped up his hairless hole. Just like with Darrin, we took turns poking
our fingers inside. It felt tight and
hot, and Randy was really into it. Then
they washed my ass. Darrin only put the
tip of his finger in my asshole, but when Randy did it he really got his finger
in there, not all the way, but enough so you could definitely feel it. I was surprised to find it really turned me
on. Something about the vulnerability of
it was so hot.
After we were all clean and dry, we went
back downstairs and got down on the floor.
We arranged ourselves in a line on our hands and knees. Darrin was in front, with me behind him, and
Randy behind me. At the same time we all
got into each other’s asses. It was
fucking crazy to eat butt and get mine eaten at the same time. After a little while of that, we switched,
and Darrin ate out Randy’s fat ass, while I ate out Darrin’s firm, hairy little
skater butt. Then we switched it up some
more, with Randy on his back, Darrin parking his butt on Randy’s face, and me
holding Randy’s legs up in the air and tonguing his pink pucker.
As we got more comfortable with eating
each other’s asses, it started to get a lot easier to approach the subject with
each other.
One
day, after I’d sat around all morning putting things off, Randy came down from
the shower wearing his towel. He sat
down beside me. On the TV some
white-trash chick was getting reamed out by Judge Judy.
“Where’s Darrin?” he asked.
“He’s got class all day.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“You horny?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Randy shifted in his seat and turned toward
me. “I want to ask you a favor,” he said.
“Okay...”
“Can I sit on your face?” I didn’t have to think about it. My swelling prick did all the thinking for
me.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. Randy stood up and dropped his towel, his
rock hard prick jutting from his body.
“Fuck yeah, man, I am so fucking
horny. I got extra clean in the shower
just in case you were up for it. Just
lay back on the couch,” he said. I did
as he instructed. Randy swung on leg
over onto the couch and sat his big butt down on to my face. I was being smothered in asshole, but I
didn’t mind. Randy was squirming,
moaning and groaning, whimpering like a puppy.
He obviously needed it badly. It
didn’t take long before he was shooting his spooge all over my chest.
“Thank you so much,” he said as he got off
my face.
“No problem.”
“I owe you one.”
“Deal.”
I think he paid me back early one morning
when we had to get up for class. My
alarm hadn’t gone off, so Randy came into my room to make sure I was up. I sleep naked, and I was lying on my stomach
atop the covers, with my ass sticking out when he came in. I had a stiff morning woody, too, so I
casually asked Randy if, maybe when he had a minute, he could eat me out so I
could cum.
He
obliged, lifting my ass up to his face and sliding his tongue right toward my
sensitive pucker. It was the first time
we’d ever eaten ass without doing the whole washing-up ritual. I guess we were all pretty used to the taste
of each other’s asses by that point. I
got on my back after a minute so he could eat me out while I beat myself
off. He kept my butt up in the air,
munching down on me like I was a side of beef.
My orgasm came quickly. I felt my
ass spasm around his tongue, and my load shot all over my face. We were both late for class that morning.
And so it
had gotten to the point where we were didn’t all have to do it together, every
single time. Once I came home to find an
unlocked door, but nobody downstairs. I
could hear sounds coming from the upstairs, so I crept up quietly to
investigate. They were coming from
Darrin’s room, and I cautiously peeked inside.
They were
on Darrin’s bed, sucking each other off.
Darrin was on top, suckling Randy’s prick while he impaled Randy’s face
with his fat pole. They were quite a
sight—Darrin’s thin body over Randy’s thick and meaty frame, clearly
blissed-out and enjoying each other’s cocks and mouths.
I watched
as Randy worked his mouth down to Darrin’s ass.
Darrin let Randy’s cock slip out of his mouth when he felt Randy’s
tongue worm inside his butthole. He
raised his face and shut his eyes, groaning in ecstasy. Then he hoisted Randy’s fat butt up and dug
his tongue inside, and soon they were lost in a hot ass-eating sixty-nine. They were frantic about it, mouths and lips
working furiously as they grasped each other tight and hard. They had no idea I was watching them.
Darrin
lifted his head out of Randy’s ass and put his finger against his hole. I was kind of shocked when he slowly slid it
inside. Randy groaned into Darrin’s ass
as Darrin got his finger in to the second knuckle. Then he was fully fingering Randy’s ass,
pumping his digit in and out. Randy
really seemed to be getting off on it.
Darrin sucked Randy’s cock as he fingered his hole, and then Randy
tentatively poked his finger into Darrin’s asshole. I thought Darrin would react negatively to
that, but instead Darrin spread his knees to allow Randy further access. Pretty soon, they were unabashedly fingering
each other’s asses as they sucked each other off, carrying on like I’d never
heard them before.
It was
kind of weird, because even though we’d sort of fingered each other that day in
the shower, we’d never done it again after that. At least, I hadn’t done it with either of
them. But watching Darrin and Randy
finger each other had me feeling, well, a little jealous actually. Left out.
I never said anything about it to either
of them
The next night we were all sitting around
beating off to some of Darrin’s porn.
This chick was getting it up the ass, and Randy started speculating on
what it might feel like.
“There was this one guy I worked with last
year who used to like to have his girlfriend fuck him up the ass with a
strap-on dildo,” he said, “so I guess it must feel good, for some guys.”
“Wait,” Darrin said, “he told you this?”
“Yeah, he just liked having stuff up his
ass. So his girlfriend bought a strap-on
to fuck him with.”
“That’s crazy. I mean, that’s got to hurt. Right?”
“I don’t know. I mean, that chick seems to be enjoying
it. It might feel actually kind of good
to having something up your ass.”
“I’ve stuck things up my ass while I was
beating off,” Darrin said.
“Yeah me too,” Randy said immediately,
and they started cracking up. “So much
for speculation. What about you, Nate?”
“No.
I mean, aside from having you jackass’s tongues up my butt, nothing.”
“Dude, you should try it,” Randy said,
and Darrin seconded the motion. “Let’s find something to use,” Randy said. He went scoring the house and came back with
three Sharpie markers out of a pack I’d just bought at CVS the other day. “These might work,” he said.
“A date with a Sharpie.” Randy also procured a jar of Vaseline. We greased up the end of our Sharpies and
were ready to roll.
“Alright, put your feet up on the couch
and scootch your ass to the end,” Randy instructed. It was pretty hot looking at them both with
their holes exposed. We were all so
fucking horny. I watched as Randy shoved
the Sharpie right into his ass without hesitation, grunting as he took it all
the way to the cap.
I pushed mine inside and found, as small
as a Sharpie was, that it actually hurt a little bit. But I took my time and slowly slid it past
the tight entrance of my hole. After that,
it started to feel good. Really fucking
good.
I
looked over and Randy and Darrin were both fucking themselves good with the
pens. Then all three of us were pumping
it in and out of our asses and beating our dicks at the same time.
“Oh, shit,” I said. My load felt like it was just going to spill
out of me. The sensation was just so
incredible, like this total loss of control.
“Feels fucking good, don’t it?” Randy
said.
“I’m gonna cum,” Darrin said. I turned and watched him. He buried the Sharpie in his ass as far as he
could. His dick shot a thick jet of
sperm up his stomach, as his asshole pulsed around the marker. More and more shot out, as he moaned deeply,
the marker firmly implanted in his butthole.
Darrin got up to wipe himself off and
Randy stretched out on the couch where he had been. He threw his legs back over his head so his
ass was sticking up in the air. He
pounded his hole as best he could with that fucking marker, getting closer and
closer to cumming. Sweat beaded on his
handsome face. He pointed his dick
straight toward his mouth, and then he came.
His load sprayed out of the end of his dick, some of it landing on his
tongue, which he sucked down eagerly.
That pretty much did it for me. I fucked my ass steadily with the Sharpie,
and it seemed to pump my load right out of my balls and into my dick. My jizz shot up like a fountain, hitting my
chin and streaming down my smooth chest.
Caught up in the moment, I swabbed it off of my chin and ate it hungrily
as I pumped myself dry of jizz, the Sharpie causing sensations in me that I
hadn’t known existed. I rubbed the jism
into my skin as my orgasm subsided.
One more funny/sick story about those
markers—a couple of weeks after this happened, Darrin’s dad stopped by our place. He was looking for Darrin, but I was the only
one home. I went to give him Darrin’s
new cell phone number, but I couldn't find a pen anywhere. Suddenly, Darrin’s dad reached down behind
the couch and pulled out one of those Sharpies—the one, I believe, Randy had
fucked himself with.
“Here we
go!” he said. I handed him the paper and
dictated the number to him. After he
left I threw the damn thing away.
Randy really got a kick out of that
story. Darrin didn’t think it was so
funny.