goodgaystories: “Just go, dude.”He won’t even look at me. I remember feeling
goodgaystories: “Just go, dude.”He won’t even look at me. I remember feeling the same way after my first time, and I was actually fine with being gay. It’s different for him. He’s probably never been this naked with anyone, not even the bevy of bitches who give it up to him every Friday and Saturday night. For them, he’s all cock and balls, stiff and square and chiseled and charming. They see his eyes and nipples and glinting teeth, the blazing headlights of a racing car, running them down in the darkness of a stormy night. If they have touched these supple buns, it’s only to grip them the way you grip the hilt of a sword in some macabre act of suicide, forcing its blade forward to pierced your cunt and draw blood.His buds, too–they’ve probably spanked this ass countless times and watched it jiggle, wet and pert, across the shower room. But then the buns are like two tribal drums, every bounce pounding out the announcement of the new chief, fresh from his kill on the field. Yeah, I’ve seen him strut across the school’s courtyard, cocky little fuck, his ass drumming the troops to attention. I wonder if any of them dream of fucking him as I have, turning his cheeks into two happy little bongos, thump-de-thumped by my balls.As for the rest of the world, they only see this ass all trussed up in jock and briefs and board shorts, trendy jeans and denim khakis, pj pants and sweats. How many men in this town, fathers and teachers and policemen and coaches, lust after that ass? Yet only I have seen it truly naked, bare and dimpled and raised, quivering and open, fucked and spanked–only I have seen the great transformation of ass to pussy.So of course he wants me to leave–and do you think I’m gonna leave this ass behind?I roll closer, letting my chest rest on his legs, and I take a good hunk of butt-meat into my hand, kneading and massaging it. He tenses and startles a bit, but only a bit. He’s getting used to being truly naked.“I don’t want to leave, sunshine,” I whisper, smirking a bit as i catch him roll his eyes. Sunshine, babe, babycakes–yeah, I got lots of pet names for him. “You make me so happy.” I scoot up and kiss his buns tenderly. “This pussy has made me so happy.”He groans softly, burying his head in the pillow. I smile. Poor guy. I pat his ass a bit more and play dumb.“Aw, sweety babe, do you like that?” I dig my tongue into his crack playfully. I can taste my own cum. He groans more and shakes his head.“Aw, yes, babe,” I croon. I crawl up over him, letting my damp cock drag on the back of his thights, so downy with hair. “I feel that way about you, too.” I shelter him beneath my frame now, pressing close and nuzzling his neck. My cock slips–”Whoops! Ha, ha!” – between his buns. I jiggle it, making the bed shake.“Wanna go again? Gets better each time? Though you liked it enough the first time.” I grind my cock playfully near his hole; I can feel it getting harder.His groan ends in a whimper now. He turns his face to try and see me.“Just … just one more time, dude. Okay?” His voice is shaky, quiet, his eyes afraid.I smile. “Only as much as you really want it,” I promise. “Absolutely no more.”My dickhead pops into his hole–it’s slicker now–and I feel him tense. “Shhh!” I pat his hip. “Whoa, lassie. Whoa.”He grunts, then whimpers, and then he squeezes his ass tight.I grin. Naked!I press forward, my nipples scraping his back, and suck on his neck.My naked–UHN!–little–UHN!–baby cakes! UHN! UHN! UHN! -- source link