The Gay Erotic: Jaron & Dawson

Jaron woke up with one thought on his mind: he needed to get fucked. It was Saturday morning. His college roommate was out of town. And as soon as his eyes opened, his brain filled up with images of his ass getting impaled by a thick, erect cock. He’d gone almost a month without dick. And for many days now, dick was all he could think about. That weekend with Dawson and Kyle—a three-day fuck fest that ended with Jaron begging his buddies to double penetrate his hole—had unleashed a craving in him that he didn’t know how to feed.

As he lay in his bed, he envisioned himself bouncing up and down on that fat dick. And as he imagined himself fucking his own hole onto that monster cock, he let his hand wander down between his legs. First, he tugged on his hard cock a couple of times, then he moved lower and pulled at his nuts. But he quickly pushed his hand beneath his ballsack, letting his fingers rub hard against his hairy taint as he slid them between his ass cheeks. He pressed through the nest of dark hairs in his crack to find his hole. He quickly brought his hand back to his mouth, slathered his fingers with spit, and put them back against his hole. He sighed loudly as he ran a finger around the ridge of his hole, then gently pushed inside.

As he fingered his asshole, Jaron’s brain put him on all fours, his face pressed against the bed, a faceless man behind him, shoving an enormous dick into him. Jaron wasn’t imagining a gentle, slow, romantic fucking, his ass craved a wild and violent penetration. He was fantasizing about himself being impaled by a cock on a mission, one that drove into him like a jackhammer.

He sucked his finger into his mouth and then returned it to his hole, pushing it in deeper. He searched his insides for his prostate, and once he found it, he rolled the tip around the spot.

With his other hand, he started slow-stroking his hard cock. While pleasuring himself, Jaron’s imagination started bouncing around. One minute, he was on all fours getting fucked anonymously, and the next, he was back at the Airbnb, feeling both Dawson’s and Kyle’s cocks stretching him beyond what he believed was possible, sending bursts of pleasure through every one of his nerves. His body still remembered every detail—and he eventually orgasmed—but it wasn’t enough anymore. Memories and fantasies didn’t cut it. He needed to be filled. His desire to surrender overwhelmed him.

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READ PART 6: A FUCK TRAIN

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READ PART 1: A MOUTHFUL ON THANKSGIVING

Jaron couldn’t sleep for shit that night. After getting relentlessly fucked by Kyle, the three of them showered and sprawled out across the rental house’s huge bed. He didn’t know why he couldn’t sleep; his brain was just lit up. He knew he was likely thinking too much. But he couldn’t help it; his mind was one big cycle of thoughts, memories, and sensations from all that was happening in his life. So much had suddenly changed.

As far as he could remember, Jaron had never been so physically exhausted and yet so wide awake before. His ass was sore as fuck and so was his throat, but not in a bad way. In fact, he kind of liked the ache. It just served as a reminder of what he’d let Dawson and Kyle do to him.

He lay there in the dark for a while, just listening to the sound of Dawson and Kyle breathing. Somewhere in the house, the heat kicked on for a couple minutes. Jaron stared at the dim blue light coming through the window and let himself replay every single moment, over and over.

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He couldn’t get it out of his head: the way Kyle’s voice went rough when he slid his cock into Jaron’s asshole, the feeling of Dawson’s tongue, how it made his whole body shudder. The way he’d sucked both their cocks, hell, worshiped their cocks. And then he thought about how, at some point, he’d been getting fucked from behind by Kyle, while also fucking into Dawson’s hole. And he loved it. Every part of it. His cock was stiffening up just thinking about it. All he could think about was how good it felt, how his whole body wanted that, needed it.

And then the cum. Jesus. It was everywhere. So much fucking cum. He thought about how it felt when Kyle busted his nut inside him, how that guy’s jizz was leaking out of his hole even as he lay awake. Then he thought about the taste of it on his lips, the way it looked streaked across Dawson’s face, how he’d loved licking it up, cleaning every last drop.

Jaron tried again to roll over and fall asleep, But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dawson’s wild blue gaze staring into him and Kyle’s big dick, slick and veiny, stretching him open.

The first time that Dawson and him had messed around, he kind of laughed it off as just dudes being dudes. But now, he was consumed with thoughts about cock. In fact, he was starting to wonder if he was actually bi.

Of course, there had been girls before. He knew he liked pussy, or at least, he never really had a bad time with a girl. But this thing with Dawson? And now with Kyle? It was different. Very different. Mostly because he now craved cock. It was definitely no longer a joke. Or just guys being guys.

Now, Jaron wasn’t ready to call himself gay. Not yet. But he admitted that sometimes, when he was really horny or when he really missed Dawson’s mouth or his cock, a little voice in his brain kind of whispered, you’re so gay.

He’d let himself think about it, sometimes. How maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just be gay. There was something about having these experiences, these feelings, that made the whole “am I or aren’t I” thing seem less important.

What still threw him, though, was how much he thought about men and men’s bodies. The excitement he felt when he’d get a text from Dawson, or how his cock would respond to seeing a meme that was just a close-up of some dude’s hairy nuts or his perfect ass. That shit gave him an instant boner. And then, there were all the thoughts he had about being pinned face-down with two hands grabbing his hips and a cock stretching him open. Oh my god. He loved thinking about that.

Jaron didn’t really care about the label. He cared about how being with a guy made him feel: lost, wild, horny, and good. Just really fucking good.

He turned over onto his side again and felt the dull, deep ache in his ass. The soreness. He loved it. He loved everything about what had happened.

Next to him, Dawson rolled over, his arm flopping over Jaron’s chest. The guy’s breathing was deep, but not quite sleeping. Jaron could feel Dawson’s hand right above his heart.

“You awake, D?” Jaron whispered.

“Yeah,” said Dawson, his voice thick and tired, “yeah, I am. I can’t stop thinking, man.”

Jaron laughed a little. “Same. It’s crazy. I can’t believe how fucking good that was.”

Dawson squeezed him closer. “You liked it, didn’t you? Like, really liked it.”

Jaron grinned. “Dude, I loved it. Like, more than I ever thought I would. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to do it again already.”

Dawson was quiet for a second. “So, you’re okay with it? You know, the whole… probably being bi thing or whatever?”

Jaron shrugged. “Yeah, man. I mean, I don’t know what label, if any, fits. Some days I feel bi, some days I feel gay. Depends on how horny I am, honestly. But none of it feels wrong.”

Dawson grinned. Even in the dark, Jaron could hear the smile in his voice. “Bi is hot. But also, I totally get it if someday you’re just, like, ‘fuck it, I’m gay now.’ I think about that, too.”

Kyle, who’d been quiet this whole time, suddenly chimed in, his voice thick with sleep and manly as fuck: “Does it even fucking matter? I think you guys are hot together. Like, watching you both fuck… made me wonder if I’m fucking bi or gay. And that’s fucking wild.”

Jaron and Dawson both laughed at that.

Kyle reached over from the other side of the bed, landed a hand on Jaron’s thigh, and squeezed. “You two are fucking hot. And I’m thankful to get to experience this with y’all.”

They all got quiet again. But now, instead of swirling around in his head, Jaron felt kind of peaceful. Like he was safe, or comfortable, or whatever word you wanted to use for that feeling of “fuck yes.” He let himself relax, Dawson’s arm tight around him, Kyle’s hand on his leg, and they all drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Jaron woke up to an empty bed. Judging by the vague light in the room and the dead silence, it was probably late. Maybe almost 10. He stretched, still feeling deliciously sore in his lower back and ass. He lay there enjoying the heavy, half-hard feeling in his cock, the crust of cum on his abs that he’d missed when he showered. He wondered what the other guys were doing.

Voices drifted from the kitchen. Sounded like Kyle was making coffee and Dawson was texting someone about breakfast food. Jaron’s stomach rumbled, but not as loud as the other hunger he felt, the need he felt low in his groin.

He wandered out to the kitchen, naked except for a pair of boxers. Both guys were shirtless, Kyle at the coffee pot, Dawson leaning against the fridge. The conversation fell away as soon as Jaron walked in.

“Damn, look at you,” said Kyle, eyes scanning Jaron up and down, “you look like you just got fucked by two dudes.” He let out a low laugh.

Jaron grinned. “Well, I wonder why the fuck that is.”

Dawson stepped right up to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You eventually sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” Jaron said. “I mean, I slept, but I also just laid there for way too long time thinking about being y’all’s cock slut.”

Both guys burst out laughing.

“I mean, is it bad to say that I loved it? Being in the middle of you guys, giving my dick in front and taking a dick the back? I’m pretty sure my hole is still sloppy from it.”

Dawson reached around, giving Jaron’s ass a squeeze. “Guess we’ll have to check later,” he said.

They made some eggs and toast, not even bothering to put on more clothes. The kitchen was just three dudes, shirts-off, talking about sex and basketball and classes and, of course, the night before. Jaron couldn’t keep his hands off the other guys, and neither could they. Every now and then, Kyle would reach over, tug at his waistband, or Dawson would brush his fingers across the bare skin of Jaron’s lower back.

The whole scene was so relaxed. No awkwardness. No weirdness. Just guys who liked fucking each other.

Jaron realized he felt different than he’d ever felt after sleeping with a girl. And not just physically, though holy hell, did his body feel different, but also in his mind. He felt wanted. Like, really wanted. The memory of Kyle saying he was “born to take cock” was still echoing in his head. Maybe he was gay. Maybe he was bi. It didn’t fucking matter. All that mattered was that he wanted it.

That morning, while drinking a third cup of coffee, Jaron caught himself staring at the curve of Dawson’s spine. Dawson caught him looking and grinned. “God, you are so fucking gay for me, aren’t you?”

Jaron laughed. “Yeah, man. I most definitely am.”

Kyle held up his coffee cup: “To horny fucking dudes who can’t make up their minds about what they are and yet know exactly what they enjoy.”

They all laughed.

After breakfast, the three guys jumped in the shower again. Jaron wasn’t shy about wanting to get in the middle this time. He sandwiched himself between both guys, their soapy hands grabbing at his cock, his ass, anything that was within their reach. Pretty soon, the shower was less about cleaning and more about Dawson and Kyle getting Jaron hard all over again.

Dawson slid down, putting his mouth on Jaron’s dick. He balanced himself by putting both of his hands on Jaron’s thighs. Kyle leaned in behind him, his tongue lapping at the salt and sweat on the back of Jaron’s neck. All three bodies tangled up under the hot water, and yeah, things got out of control pretty fast.

Thankfully, the rental’s main shower was big because eventually, Jaron found himself face-down against the shower’s tile, Dawson’s face buried in his ass, his talented tongue working his hole like he just couldn’t get enough. Kyle’s hand was stroking his own cock while he watched with horny interest Dawson eating Jaron out. Nothing turned Jaron on like being rimmed. And Dawson knew exactly what to do to get his buddy moaning with need. Jaron was in heaven. He didn’t even care that the water had started to run cold. He would’ve stayed there all day.

At some point, somebody turned shower’s spout off. But Jaron had now idea who had done it because he was on his knees in between his two friends, worshipping both of their cocks with his mouth and tongue. Side by side, both dicks were fat and long. Both of them were leaking right in front of his face. He licked up and down their shafts, spit dripping from his mouth. He’d suck one and jerk the other’s cock at the same time. And then he’d switch. Even though he’d only been sucking cock for a month or two, he’d become quite good at pleasuring a man’s hard dick. Christ, it was like his mouth was made for this. Like he was made to get on his knees worship cock.

He glanced up and caught both their expressions: raw, unfiltered hunger. It got him off, watching two dudes get pleasure from his mouth. The sight made every horny nerve in his body stand at attention. And it kind of made him feel powerful. In fact, he couldn’t remember another time in his entire life when he’d ever felt that powerful, or that free, or that turned on.

After a while, the three of them moved their horny naked bodies to the couch. They put on an NBA game on the TV and sat there stroking each other’s cocks. Sometimes, they talked in between long segments of fooling around. Nobody felt shy about anything. Jaron would reach over, grab a handful of Kyle’s junk, or let Dawson flop across his lap and stroke his dick, and all of it felt completely natural.

As the NBA game played in the background, Dawson looked over at Jaron and said, “What’s going through that head of yours, J?

Jaron smiled. “You want the honest truth?”

“Of course we fucking want the honest truth.”

“I can’t stop thinking about bottoming for both of you. Like, for real, I just want to you guys to fuck the cum right out of me.”

That got a really dirty laugh out of both guys.

Jaron was hard again, just thinking about it.

Kyle piped up. “I’ve been watching y’all get fucked this weekend and now you guys have been thinking about getting my ass fucked by a hard cock.”

Jaron nodded. “I’m gonna be blunt y’all—getting fucked is like all I think about. I mean, I just love it so fucking much.”

Saying that out loud made Jaron’s cock pulse. He was being truthful too. In all of his thoughts about sex, he realized that he was never the guy who was doing the topping. Sure, he enjoyed fucking Dawson. He knew how to be the man who was in charge, sure. The one who was the giver. But every time he jerked off lately, the hunger in his gut was for him to get filled up. He wanted to be the one who was being used. Wrecked. Dominated. Jaron’s body wasn’t necessarily built for submission, but fuck, that’s all he wanted to do. He wanted to get bred. By both of them.

They sat there quiet for a bit, all of them staring at the TV with their hard dicks thumping in between their legs. The whole time Jaron was thinking about what it would be like to take both of their loads, to really let loose and just become the hungriest bottom he could be. The thought made his whole body buzz with desire.

Jaron looked at Kyle, then at Dawson. My God, they were hot. Then, after a while, when the silence started to feel weighted with unspoken need, Jaron just fucking said out loud what was he was thinking about.

He looked straight at both of them. “You know what?” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “I want you guys to wreck me again. But this time, I want to get both of you inside me. At the same time.”

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Jaron wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he’d get from Kyle and Dawson. Would they be into the idea of double penetrating his hole? Would the thought freak them out? But then, from the look on their faces, all of his concerns faded.

Dawson’s eyes got wide, his cock visibly throbbing. “Holy shit, dude, are you fucking serious?” His voice was half-amazed, half-wild. “You want me and Kyle to double stuff you?”

Jaron couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, man, I want both of your dicks in my ass. I want to feel both of you inside me, fucking me at the same time. I wanna get split-the-fuck open, for real.”

Kyle laughed, and damn, the sound was dirty as hell. “Fucking hell, dude—you’re the nastiest mother fucker I’ve ever met,” he said, shaking his head like it was the best compliment he’d ever given. “And God, fuck yes, dude. I wanna see what that ass of yours can take.”

Jaron just stood up, his massive dick bouncing hard between his legs. All of his nerves were gone. Now, he was filled with pure desire. Need. That urge to put himself on display for them.

“Okay,” he said, “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right fucking now. Let’s get you and your hard dicks on the bed.”

Kyle just grinned, pushing his naked body off the couch. Dawson followed, the two of them eyeing Jaron’s firm ass like they were about to devour him.

“Fuck… you heard the man, D,” said Kyle, “Let’s go destroy that tight fucking hole.”

The way they all practically ran down the hall. Naked bodies. Cocks bouncing hard out in front of their bodies. Jaron felt like there was a magnet pulling them all together. He was buzzing. They all were. All of them were overcome with young, horny need. Their cocks oozed. And Jaron felt that dull throb in his ass as he imagined what was coming.

Jaron was the first one in the bedroom. He tore off the comforter from the king-sized bed. The sheets smelled like sweat, crotch, and jizz. There were crusty stains from where they’d blown their hot loads all over each other. Instead of making them feel gross, it made all of them want to get dirty all over again. All of their cocks swung in the open, hard, all of them dripping. As Dawson and Kyle approached the bed, they both eyed Jaron’s huge brown cock, his balls hanging heavy beneath it. He watched as both men zeroed in on it. It made him feel wild, almost manic, how much they wanted him.

And even though he’d just told them exactly what he wanted them to do to him, Jaron had one more thing he needed first.

He wanted to worship their cocks.

He needed to show them just how hungry he was for their dicks. He needed them to both feel how much he craved their raging hard penises.

As Dawson and Kyle sat down on the bed, he hopped off of it and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He looked up at them, his mouth watering. Kyle’s and Dawson’s dicks were both right in front of his face. They were standing hard and proud. He could smell them. Kyle’s was thicker, uncut, the head dark and and just barely peaking out from its foreskin. The shaft of his curved up just a bit. Dawson’s cock was longer, straight as a baseball bat, his thick mushroom-shaped head turned reddish when it got hard. It was leaking, a fat bead of precum sat at the slit, begging for Jaron to lick it up.

Jaron reached up and grabbed both of their cocks, one in each hand. Christ, they felt good. Hot and thick and twitching inside his grip.

He started with Kyle, licking a line up his dick’s shaft, tasting the hairier man’s sweat, salt, and his clear seed. He licked into his foreskin, ticking the head of his cock. That drove Kyle crazy. He sucked the sheathed dick into his mouth and listened to the sounds of pleasure coming out of Kyle’s mouth. He came off of it for a moment, peeling his foreskin down slow, exposing the shiny head. He licked a drop of precum right off the man’s slit. Then he popped the head into his mouth again, taking it all the way down, letting it fill up his throat and stretch his lips around the fat base.

“Oh fuck, J,” Kyle groaned, his hands finding the back of Jaron’s head, holding him down on his cock, then guiding him up, letting him know how fucking good it felt. “You are a fucking god at sucking cock.”

Kyle stood up and Jaron let him fuck his face for a while, allowing that thick curve to stretch deep into his throat, the foreskin rolling back and forth over Jaron’s tongue. Kyle pushed in deep, letting the head press right against the back of Jaron’s throat, causing him to gag a little, tears stinging his eyes. Kyle pulled his cock out of Jaron’s mouth and slapped his wet hard dick across his face. Jaron hungrily dipped his face beneath Kyle’s dick and put his mouth on the friend’s hairy nutsack and sucked on his balls.

Jaron then gave Kyle’s nuts a last kiss before turning straight to Dawson’s cock. Dawson gave him a look, a wild lust in his blue eyes, like he needed his friend’s mouth.

“Get your mouth over here,” Dawson said, his voice just a whisper, “and show me how much you love my dick.”

So Jaron did.

He kissed Dawson’s cock at its base, and then ran his tongue up to the tip, opening his mouth wide, letting his tongue swirl over the glans. He lapped up the big bead of precum off his slit. And then he took it into his mouth. Dawson’s cock was so hard it throbbed inside Jaron’s mouth. And that turned Jaron on. He went all the down on his friend, taking him so deep that his buddy’s trimmed pubes tickled his nostrils.

He pulled back up, letting his lips stretch around the head. He pumped the shaft with his fist, watching Dawson shudder at the feeling. He loved seeing the way Dawson’s cock twitched when his lips circled the head.

“Fuck, dude, your mouth feels so fucking good,” Dawson whispered, grabbing the back of Jaron’s head and holding him there. Jaron bobbed up and down, taking as much of Dawson’s cock as he could every time he went down, letting himself get a little sloppy. The taste was wild: skin, sweat and the precum from Dawson’s slit. He tongued the sensitive spot just below the head, then licked his way down Dawson’s shaft, moving straight to his nuts. Jaron sucked up his buddy’s nuts like he was eating a delicacy. He lapped his tongue against the sack, let the tip flutter against them.

As soon as Jaron came off Dawson’s scrotum, Kyle pushed his cock against Jaron’s cheek with greedy intent, rubbing the wet head against his lips. Jaron grinned, hungry, and just stuck his tongue out, letting both cocks press against his mouth at the same time.

He looked up and became overwhelmed by the way they were both staring down at him—horny, uncontrollable, wild-like.

Jaron stuck out his tongue and licked both heads at once, tasting the mix of flavors, savoring the honey oozing from each of their tips. Then he took Dawson’s cock in one hand, Kyle’s in the other, and started jerking them both, fast and slippery. The cocks were so different, but both so hot, so needy, so desperate.

He kept alternating, sucking one while stroking the other, then switching back and forth. The noises were filthy: wet slurps, deep moans, skin against tongue as both guys started rutting themselves into his face.

Dawson let Jaron deep-throat him, the head banging into his throat, making him cough and drool, and Kyle’s dick just curved up into his mouth, the foreskin warm and soft and perfect.
The smell in the room intoxicated Jaron. It was a funk of all man—so fucking masculine—the scent of sweat from skin and balls mixed with scent of raunchy sex. Every inhale made Jaron feel almost drunk on it, and he just wanted to stay right there, on his knees, forever.

But his body ached for more.

His hole needed to be filled. His whole being longed to get fucked, to be stretched by them, to have both of their loads bust inside of him at the same time.

He pulled off both of their cocks, spit stringing from his lips, and looked up at the guys. “Okay, you hot motherfuckers,” he said, his voice hoarse, “Get the fuck up on that bed and lie back. I wanna ride those cocks. My hole is hungry and needs to be filled up. You two better fucking destroy me.”

Kyle’s eyes went wide. “Damn, J, you’re a dirty fucker. And I love it.”

Dawson just grinned, shaking his head. “God, Jaron, who knew you’d be such a cock slut?”

Jaron didn’t say anything. He just smiled as he climbed up onto the mattress, his knees straddling Kyle’s thick thighs. He grabbed some lube, dabbed some around his hole and then slicked up Kyle’s cock with the rest. Kyle was rock hard. His cock was fat and throbbing, practically begging for his hole. He reached behind himself and grabbed the shaft, aiming the head right at his opening, and just started to sink down onto it.

At first, it was just the head, a blunt, thick pressure against his hole. But even after all the fuck they did last night, he could still feel the stretch. It started as a burn, then turned into wild pleasure as the tip popped in, and then the rest of that curved shaft started to follow.

Jaron let out a long, satisfied moan as he worked Kyle’s cock inside him. He felt it invade his body inch by inch, enjoying every ridge, every vein, its slick warmth opening him up. Kyle’s hands gripped Jaron at his hips, helping guide his body down onto him. There was no way for Jaron to hide the way his body trembled, his hard muscles flexing as he took more and more of the cock.

Finally, Jaron’s hole bottomed out right around Kyle’s thick base, the man’s bush pressing against Jaron’s ass. Jaron could feel the heat of Kyle’s thick unkept pubes against his cheeks, the pressure of his cockhead buried deep in his guts. Every feeling was perfect. No, actually, Jaron was in fucking heaven.

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Jaron bounced a little, working his ass up and down, letting his hole get used to the size. Every time he went down, Kyle’s cock just drilled him in deeper, the pressure sparking fireworks up his spine. After a few strokes, the pain was gone, just replaced with that wild, greedy feeling of being owned and full.

“Holy fuck, dude, I can feel your hole squeezing around my cock,” Kyle grunted, his hands digging into Jaron’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart, needing to go deeper.

“Good,” said Jaron. “Now, fucking use me, Kyle. I’m all fucking yours.”

And so, Jaron started riding Kyle’s cock. Up and down, letting the cock stretch him open. Feeling its head rub hard against his prostate. Kyle started thrusting up into him, meeting Jaron on every ride down, their bodies slapping together. It was wild, dirty, and so fucking hot.

Jaron’s own cock was so hard it was smacking against Kyle’s abs, leaving streaks of precum splattering against the man’s hairy stomach. He wrapped a fist around it and squeezed, just to keep himself from blowing his jizz too soon.

Dawson watched, eyes wide, jerking his own cock at the foot of the bed.

“Fuck, you two look fucking unreal,” Dawson muttered, licking his lips. “And you’re taking all of it. You ready for another dick to get up inside you, man?”

Jaron didn’t even hesitate. He wanted Dawson’s dick. He needed it.

“Get over here, D.”

Dawson wasted no time. He got right behind Jaron, slicked up his cock with some lube, and lined it up with the hole, already loose and gaping from Kyle’s shaft. The head pressed in with the smallest resistance. Not like the first time, not even close. Jaron’s hole was already being stretched by Kyle’s fat cock, and yet, the second Dawson’s blunt head started to wedge in beside it, Jaron’s body went every kind of tense.

Jaron yelped. His body shook. He belted out in pain. “Don’t fucking stop, D.”

Kyle grinned. “You sure you’re ready for this, dude?”

Jaron nodded, breathing heavy through the pain. “Yeah. Don’t go easy on me. Just fucking put it in me. I want it.”

And then it was happening. Dawson spat straight down onto Jaron’s hole, mixing his saliva with the lube, to help ease the pain. Then he pushed again, and the pressure inside Jaron built fast, a wild and hot burning as both cocks slowly forced their way inside of him at the same time.

Jaron couldn’t even find words for the feeling. It fucking hurt. Like, nothing had ever hurt like this. Both of their dicks were thick, and even though he’d just had Kyle’s cock inside him, now there was a second cock, and his hole felt like it was being ripped in half.

“Holy FUCK,” Jaron screamed, his face smashed into Kyle’s hairy body, “Oh my god… oh, my fucking God… oh fuck… keep going… fuck.”

Kyle and Dawson started working together, Dawson’s cock jamming slow but steady right on top of Kyle’s slick cock. This was nothing like normal sex. The pain was sending fucking hot bolts of pain through Jaron’s body, stretching from his hole all the way up his spine and out to his fingertips. He wanted to say it was too much. He wanted to make them stop. But in that exact moment, Jaron needed it. He couldn’t explain why. He just knew that he needed the pain. He literally ached for it.

He willed himself not to tighten up. He focused on his breathing. He pushed his ass back into both cocks, forcing himself to take it, to just… surrender, to submit to the penetration.

But his rim was on fire, stretched out to its absolute limit. Both heads popped in together with this thick, nasty squelch, and for a second, Jaron was sure he was going to pass out or blow his load on the spot.

Dawson leaned in. “You okay, man?” His hand was solid on Jaron’s hip, his voice gruff but a little worried. “You want us to stop?”

Jaron shook his head, sweat dripping off his body, teeth gritted. “Fuck, no, don’t you fucking stop. I want all of it. Give it to me. I can take it.”

And that was all they needed.

Together, Kyle and Dawson started feeding more of their cocks into Jaron’s ass. It was slow at first, inch by inch, both of them working to line up just right. They had to adjust their angles. Sometimes, Kyle needed to push in. Other times, Dawson had to push in. And there was resistance the whole way, but it wasn’t impossible. Just hard. Just fucking wild. Just fucking unnatural.

It was all raw pain, at first, pain that made Jaron shake and sweat, his muscles flexing, his hands fisting the sheets so tight his knuckles hurt.

But underneath the pain, there was this deep, growing pleasure, something grinding through him. Like he couldn’t get enough of how rough it was, how messy it was, how much it made him feel out of control. He loved how it made him feel used. He loved how his body felt being smashed between their bodies, Kyle beneath him, Dawson behind him.

“Holy. Fuck. Would you look at that…” Kyle’s voice was low. “Dude, your hole is insane. It’s fucking insane. I can’t see what’s happening, but I’m pretty sure it’s taking both of our cocks. I’ve never felt anything like this…”

Dawson could see. “Oh, it’s most definitely taking both of our cocks.

Jaron looked back over his shoulder and what he saw made his dick throb. Dawson was pushing into him from behind, his body slightly elevated. And Kyle was sinking his fucking cock into him from underneath. He could feel their cocks pressed together, both of them vanishing into his ass. Kyle gripped his waist from below and Dawson put his hands across the small of his back,

“Holy fuck, man…” Dawson was panting, sweat beading on his abs. “You feel unreal. Our cocks rubbing together, both dicks surrounded by you—it’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”

Jaron just grunted, trying to stay loose. It was hard. His whole body wanted to clench up, but another part of him kept begging for the next inch, the next stab of pain. He needed it. He could sense the pleasure coming, the wild thrill just on the horizon.

He tried to breathe through it, tried to just let his ass get used to the stretch. Every time one of them moved, it sent a new burst of fire through his whole body. His rim felt like it was burning, but that was exactly what he’d told them to do. Use his hole. Fuck him hard. Make him take it.

“Yeah, fuck, just like that. Rip my ass open,” he groaned, not even caring how filthy he sounded. “Use my fucking hole.”

Kyle and Dawson pressed in deeper, both cocks working their way until, with a pop and a long grunt from all three, both were buried pretty much all the way to the hilt inside him.

Jaron was full. Like, stretched to breaking full. Both of them buried all the way inside him, Dawson’s balls mashed tight against Kyle’s nutsack. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the way both cocks pressed against each other inside of him, every ridge and vein, every throb and pulse.

Jaron wasn’t even sure how he was still conscious, but his hole clamped down, greedily milking both shafts. For a second, everything went still. The pain receded, a little, replaced by this deep, hollow ache that felt almost like hunger. Then they started to move.

Kyle pulled back first, slowly, his cock sliding out until just the head was left, and then he slammed upward in perfect rhythm with Dawson, who was doing the same thing from above. The two cocks started to move as one: in and out, stretching, slowly pounding, working his tight, ruined hole.

Now it was just sensation. Not even pain anymore. Just pure, bright sparks of feeling, bursting every time they bottomed out. His whole body shivered with it. Every nerve was lit up with heat.

His cock was hard as hell, leaking everywhere, bouncing below his body with every thrust.

Neither guy bothered to go slow. Dawson wrapped his hand around Jaron’s body, bracing him, and started to really fuck. Kyle grunted, low and mean, not holding back. There was nothing gentle about the way they moved.

They were using him, and Jaron loved it.

“Goddamn, this feels so fucking good,” Kyle panted, “Your ass is just perfect. And it feels real good sliding into you against Dawson’s cock.”

Dawson couldn’t even talk. He just made these animal sounds, little growls behind gritted teeth every time he slammed in. The space between pleasure and pain disappeared. Jaron’s hole was filled, stretched out, spit and lube and sweat leaking out with every thrust. He would’ve said it was too much, but he’d never wanted anything more. Jaron pushed his body back into them, taking every inch, hammering his entire being against their hard cocks.

The rhythm built fast. After a while, Jaron didn’t even know how long it’d been going on. All he felt was the slap of their hips, the wet squelch of his ruined hole around both cocks, and the way all three of them moaned and cursed and cried out in pleasure.

The whole scene got crazier and crazier. Kyle’s nails dug into his sides, pulling Jaron down on the cocks hard, not letting him get away. Dawson’s hands clawed at his hips, and his chest pressed up against Jaron’s back, breath hot and desperate on his skin.

“You look so fucking wild getting fucked by both of us…” Dawson hissed, “I can’t even handle how good you feel.”

Jaron just groaned, still unable to speak, unable to do anything but let them use him.

He wanted it to last forever—but the pleasure was building, hot and intense, like nothing he’d ever felt. Every part of his nervous system was alive. There was nothing in his world except Kyle’s and Dawson’s cocks, stretching his hole, wrecking him.

Kyle grunted, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. Your ass is draining my balls, man.”

Dawson lost it. “Yeah?? Fill him up. I wanna feel your load mix with mine.”

That almost made Jaron blow just from the words. “Yeah, do it, please. Fucking breed me. Fucking shoot your seed into me dude.”

Kyle went apeshit. He slammed his cock in, burying it as deep as it would go, his body shaking beneath Jaron as he unloaded. Jaron felt the first pulse of Kyle’s cum, hot and fierce, shooting inside him. It was so much. Like, more than he’d ever felt from anyone. He could even hear the sloppy sound of jizz mixing with lube and spit as the thrusting continued.

And then Dawson joined in. Dawson’s body jerked hard, driving his cock in deep, yelling as his pleasure exploded. There was so much cum, Jaron could feel his guts getting flooded, hole stretched open, raw and hungry. Jaron whimpered. His pleasure building. His breathing got heavy. His body twisted. And contorted. A wild wave of delight pushing through him

And then, Jaron’s body drove right over the edge.

His cock erupted in a long, violent spurts, shooting white hot streaks all over Kyle’s chest and stomach. He screamed, the sound muffled by his face being flat against Kyle’s armpit, his whole body clenching as the doubled cocks fucked the cum right out of his balls. Dawson and Kyle kept pushing their spent cocks into him, every jerk squeezing out another spurt of jizz, every pulse mixing with the delight inside him.

The sensation was so wild, so animal like, he thought he might pass out. Tears filled his eyes, every inch of his ass throbbing, rim sizzling with the burn and thrill of being stretched beyond reason.

Finally, after a few more shallow pumps, the thrusting slowed. The cocks twitched. And then, one at a time, the guys pulled their cocks out of his hole.

When they did, Jaron could feel the mess oozing out of him. There was so much cum, it dripped straight down his crack and onto Kyle’s crotch, painting everything with this nasty, beautiful proof of what they’d just done.

For a second, no one said anything. All three just breathed, panting, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by their orgasms.

And then, Jaron felt Dawson’s hands grab his cheeks and spread them open wide.

“Don’t fucking move,” Dawson growled.

Jaron didn’t move. He braced himself on the mattress, shaking with aftershocks, sweat dripping everywhere. He barely had time to process what Dawson was about to do before he felt his buddy’s mouth right on his hole, tongue licking at the cum mess leaking out from Jaron’s ass.

Holy shit. Dawson dove straight in. He licked at the rim, sucking up the dribble of cum that was seeping out, moaning into it like it was his favorite thing in the world. The sensation was insane. Jaron’s hole was so raw and oversensitive, so every brush of Dawson’s tongue made him jolt. But he needed it. Needed to be eaten, needed to feel Dawson’s mouth cleaning up every single drop.

Kyle carefully slid out from under Jaron. He grinned and then he positioned his head under Jaron’s body, grabbing his still-mostly hard cock, and wrapped his lips around it.

The two sensations at once almost made Jaron lose his mind. Dawson feasted at his hole, his mouth sucking the mess of their loads and slurping it up. He dove his tongue inside, licking right at the source, eager to taste the way their cum mixed inside Jaron’s hole. Kyle went wild, sucking Jaron’s cock, milking it, tongue swirling under the head. Jaron could see him, eyes closed, totally obsessed with what he was tasting, hands stroking up and down his thighs as he swallowed around the cock.

If Jaron thought he’d already experienced the max you could take from sex, he was dead wrong. This was another level. He went limp, face mashed into the sheets, mouth open, drool pooling on the pillow. Dawson didn’t let up, not for a second. He licked and sucked at the sloppy hole, making wet noises, groaning with pleasure.

“God, your ass tastes so fucking wild,” Dawson muttered, voice muffled by Jaron’s asscheeks. “I can taste mine and Kyle’s cum, fuck me, it’s so good.”

Jaron groaned in reply, the sensation so electric he could barely make noises.

Below him, Kyle started kissing lower, licking up any streaks of fresh cum that had oozed out during Jaron’s last orgasm, then sealing his lips around the thick head and swallowing him down to the root. His hand was fast and tight on Jaron’s shaft, pumping and twisting, determined to drain every last drop.

Dawson started fingering the hole as he ate it, using two fingers to push the mess right back up inside Jaron’s body. At first, the stretch was almost too much, the burn of two dicks still lingering around his rim, but goddamn, he wanted more. Dawson’s fingers weren’t gentle. He curled them, twisted them, really digging in, searching for the spot that would make Jaron see stars.

And holy shit, did he find it.

Jaron’s whole body jolted when Dawson pressed against his prostate. He felt his cock throbbed fully hard again instantly. Underneath him, Kyle just sucked harder, like he was obsessed, working Jaron’s shaft fast and steady, his tongue flicking at the slit, making sure none of the flavor escaped him. Jaron moaned into the mattress, barely able to even breathe with the intensity. Every nerve in his body was screaming for it.

Dawson didn’t slow down. If anything, he ramped it up. He shoved three fingers deep, sloshing the cum, spreading it around, making it even filthier. He tongued the rim, licked it clean, then jammed his fingers back in, absolutely owning Jaron’s ass from the inside.

Kyle just kept going, hand and mouth locked on Jaron’s cock, pumping him with hungry determination.

And, fuck… Jaron lost his mind.

His cock was so hard it almost hurt. He could feel every throb, every pulse, every desperate squeeze from Kyle’s lips. The pressure was nuts, building up so fast he could barely keep it together. Jaron’s voice went high, desperate: “Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop, just make me cum, I wanna cum again so bad, please, oh fuck, please keep going…”

Neither guy needed more encouragement.

Dawson shoved his fingers up to the knuckle, found that spot, and just started milking it, like he wanted to force an orgasm straight out of Jaron’s soul. The pressure in Jaron’s balls was unbearable. He could feel them pull up tight, shudder, like a warning right before the dam burst. Jaron’s hands clawed at the sheets. His body shook. He wanted to tell them he was about to cum, but he couldn’t even speak. All he could do was moan and gasp as the orgasm slammed through him.

The first spurt went straight down Kyle’s throat. Kyle didn’t even flinch; he just swallowed, milking Jaron’s cock for every single drop. Jaron jerked, his ass clamping down around Dawson’s fingers. The pleasure was wild, almost blinding.

It was maybe the most intense orgasm of Jaron’s life. Jet after jet, his body convulsing. And Kyle drank it all.

Dawson finally pulled back. “That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice all rough and full of pride.

Jaron just slumped on his side against the mattress, his cock still twitching in Kyle’s mouth. His body was spent, but in that perfect, ruined, filthy way that made him want to melt right into the sheets.

Kyle came up for air, wiped a bit of stray jizz off his chin, and gave Jaron’s spent cock a gentle squeeze. “Dude,” he said, a huge grin on his face, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody cum like that—especially a second time. Holy fuck. Your whole body just locked up. That was wild.”

Jaron tried to breathe, but honestly, he still felt like he was floating. “I couldn’t help it,” he finally managed to say, “that was the most intense experience of my entire life. Holy fuck.”

Dawson laughed, but it wasn’t a normal laugh. It was more like a growl. He leaned in close, his hand still wrapped around Jaron’s ass, and kissed the base of his spine. “Fuck, J. You make a fucking perfect bottom.”

Jaron groaned, not even embarrassed about how filthy he felt. He wanted them to know. “Just keep using me,” he said, his voice all ragged. “I love it. I think wanna be your cum dump. Whatever you want. I’ll take it.”

For a minute, nobody talked. They just… held Jaron. Let him feel the heat of their bodies, the sweat, the exhaustion.

And then Jaron, through deep breaths, said, “Guys, I think I’m fucking gay. And I’m okay with that.”

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Jaron tried again to roll over and fall asleep, But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dawson’s wild blue gaze staring into him and Kyle’s big dick, slick and veiny, stretching him open.

Jaron didn’t really care about the label. He cared about how being with a guy made him feel: lost, wild, horny, and good. Just really fucking good.

He turned over onto his side again and felt the dull, deep ache in his ass. The soreness. He loved it. He loved everything about what had happened.

Next to him, Dawson rolled over, his arm flopping over Jaron’s chest. The guy’s breathing was deep, but not quite sleeping. Jaron could feel Dawson’s hand right above his heart.

“You awake, D?” Jaron whispered.

“Yeah,” said Dawson, his voice thick and tired, “yeah, I am. I can’t stop thinking, man.”

Jaron laughed a little. “Same. It’s crazy. I can’t believe how fucking good that was.”

Dawson squeezed him closer. “You liked it, didn’t you? Like, really liked it.”

Jaron grinned. “Dude, I loved it. Like, more than I ever thought I would. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to do it again already.”

Dawson was quiet for a second. “So, you’re okay with it? You know, the whole… probably being bi thing or whatever?”

Jaron shrugged. “Yeah, man. I mean, I don’t know what label, if any, fits. Some days I feel bi, some days I feel gay. Depends on how horny I am, honestly. But none of it feels wrong.”

Jaron and Dawson both laughed at that.

Kyle reached over from the other side of the bed, landed a hand on Jaron’s thigh, and squeezed. “You two are fucking hot. And I’m thankful to get to experience this with y’all.”

“Damn, look at you,” said Kyle, eyes scanning Jaron up and down, “you look like you just got fucked by two dudes.” He let out a low laugh.

Jaron grinned. “Well, I wonder why the fuck that is.”

Dawson stepped right up to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You eventually sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” Jaron said. “I mean, I slept, but I also just laid there for way too long time thinking about being y’all’s cock slut.”

Both guys burst out laughing.

“I mean, is it bad to say that I loved it? Being in the middle of you guys, giving my dick in front and taking a dick the back? I’m pretty sure my hole is still sloppy from it.”

Dawson reached around, giving Jaron’s ass a squeeze. “Guess we’ll have to check later,” he said.

The whole scene was so relaxed. No awkwardness. No weirdness. Just guys who liked fucking each other.

Jaron laughed. “Yeah, man. I most definitely am.”

Kyle held up his coffee cup: “To horny fucking dudes who can’t make up their minds about what they are and yet know exactly what they enjoy.”

They all laughed.

As the NBA game played in the background, Dawson looked over at Jaron and said, “What’s going through that head of yours, J?

Jaron smiled. “You want the honest truth?”

“Of course we fucking want the honest truth.”

“I can’t stop thinking about bottoming for both of you. Like, for real, I just want to you guys to fuck the cum right out of me.”

That got a really dirty laugh out of both guys.

Jaron was hard again, just thinking about it.

Kyle piped up. “I’ve been watching y’all get fucked this weekend and now you guys have been thinking about getting my ass fucked by a hard cock.”

Jaron nodded. “I’m gonna be blunt y’all—getting fucked is like all I think about. I mean, I just love it so fucking much.”

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Dawson’s eyes got wide, his cock visibly throbbing. “Holy shit, dude, are you fucking serious?” His voice was half-amazed, half-wild. “You want me and Kyle to double stuff you?”

Jaron couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, man, I want both of your dicks in my ass. I want to feel both of you inside me, fucking me at the same time. I wanna get split-the-fuck open, for real.”

Jaron just stood up, his massive dick bouncing hard between his legs. All of his nerves were gone. Now, he was filled with pure desire. Need. That urge to put himself on display for them.

“Okay,” he said, “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right fucking now. Let’s get you and your hard dicks on the bed.”

Kyle just grinned, pushing his naked body off the couch. Dawson followed, the two of them eyeing Jaron’s firm ass like they were about to devour him.

“Fuck… you heard the man, D,” said Kyle, “Let’s go destroy that tight fucking hole.”

And even though he’d just told them exactly what he wanted them to do to him, Jaron had one more thing he needed first.

He wanted to worship their cocks.

He needed to show them just how hungry he was for their dicks. He needed them to both feel how much he craved their raging hard penises.

Jaron reached up and grabbed both of their cocks, one in each hand. Christ, they felt good. Hot and thick and twitching inside his grip.

Jaron then gave Kyle’s nuts a last kiss before turning straight to Dawson’s cock. Dawson gave him a look, a wild lust in his blue eyes, like he needed his friend’s mouth.

“Get your mouth over here,” Dawson said, his voice just a whisper, “and show me how much you love my dick.”

So Jaron did.

He looked up and became overwhelmed by the way they were both staring down at him—horny, uncontrollable, wild-like.

But his body ached for more.

His hole needed to be filled. His whole being longed to get fucked, to be stretched by them, to have both of their loads bust inside of him at the same time.

Kyle’s eyes went wide. “Damn, J, you’re a dirty fucker. And I love it.”

Dawson just grinned, shaking his head. “God, Jaron, who knew you’d be such a cock slut?”

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“Holy fuck, dude, I can feel your hole squeezing around my cock,” Kyle grunted, his hands digging into Jaron’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart, needing to go deeper.

“Good,” said Jaron. “Now, fucking use me, Kyle. I’m all fucking yours.”

Dawson watched, eyes wide, jerking his own cock at the foot of the bed.

“Fuck, you two look fucking unreal,” Dawson muttered, licking his lips. “And you’re taking all of it. You ready for another dick to get up inside you, man?”

Jaron didn’t even hesitate. He wanted Dawson’s dick. He needed it.

“Get over here, D.”

Jaron yelped. His body shook. He belted out in pain. “Don’t fucking stop, D.”

Kyle grinned. “You sure you’re ready for this, dude?”

Jaron nodded, breathing heavy through the pain. “Yeah. Don’t go easy on me. Just fucking put it in me. I want it.”

“Holy FUCK,” Jaron screamed, his face smashed into Kyle’s hairy body, “Oh my god… oh, my fucking God… oh fuck… keep going… fuck.”

He willed himself not to tighten up. He focused on his breathing. He pushed his ass back into both cocks, forcing himself to take it, to just… surrender, to submit to the penetration.

Dawson leaned in. “You okay, man?” His hand was solid on Jaron’s hip, his voice gruff but a little worried. “You want us to stop?”

Jaron shook his head, sweat dripping off his body, teeth gritted. “Fuck, no, don’t you fucking stop. I want all of it. Give it to me. I can take it.”

And that was all they needed.

It was all raw pain, at first, pain that made Jaron shake and sweat, his muscles flexing, his hands fisting the sheets so tight his knuckles hurt.

Dawson could see. “Oh, it’s most definitely taking both of our cocks.

“Yeah, fuck, just like that. Rip my ass open,” he groaned, not even caring how filthy he sounded. “Use my fucking hole.”

Kyle and Dawson pressed in deeper, both cocks working their way until, with a pop and a long grunt from all three, both were buried pretty much all the way to the hilt inside him.

Now it was just sensation. Not even pain anymore. Just pure, bright sparks of feeling, bursting every time they bottomed out. His whole body shivered with it. Every nerve was lit up with heat.

His cock was hard as hell, leaking everywhere, bouncing below his body with every thrust.

They were using him, and Jaron loved it.

“Goddamn, this feels so fucking good,” Kyle panted, “Your ass is just perfect. And it feels real good sliding into you against Dawson’s cock.”

“You look so fucking wild getting fucked by both of us…” Dawson hissed, “I can’t even handle how good you feel.”

Jaron just groaned, still unable to speak, unable to do anything but let them use him.

Kyle grunted, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. Your ass is draining my balls, man.”

Dawson lost it. “Yeah?? Fill him up. I wanna feel your load mix with mine.”

That almost made Jaron blow just from the words. “Yeah, do it, please. Fucking breed me. Fucking shoot your seed into me dude.”

And then, Jaron’s body drove right over the edge.

Finally, after a few more shallow pumps, the thrusting slowed. The cocks twitched. And then, one at a time, the guys pulled their cocks out of his hole.

For a second, no one said anything. All three just breathed, panting, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by their orgasms.

And then, Jaron felt Dawson’s hands grab his cheeks and spread them open wide.

“Don’t fucking move,” Dawson growled.

Kyle carefully slid out from under Jaron. He grinned and then he positioned his head under Jaron’s body, grabbing his still-mostly hard cock, and wrapped his lips around it.

“God, your ass tastes so fucking wild,” Dawson muttered, voice muffled by Jaron’s asscheeks. “I can taste mine and Kyle’s cum, fuck me, it’s so good.”

Jaron groaned in reply, the sensation so electric he could barely make noises.

And holy shit, did he find it.

Kyle just kept going, hand and mouth locked on Jaron’s cock, pumping him with hungry determination.

And, fuck… Jaron lost his mind.

Neither guy needed more encouragement.

It was maybe the most intense orgasm of Jaron’s life. Jet after jet, his body convulsing. And Kyle drank it all.

Dawson finally pulled back. “That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice all rough and full of pride.

For a minute, nobody talked. They just… held Jaron. Let him feel the heat of their bodies, the sweat, the exhaustion.

And then Jaron, through deep breaths, said, “Guys, I think I’m fucking gay. And I’m okay with that.”

Jaron, Dawson, & Kyle's Three-Man F*ck Train

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The guys showered up, the steamy water washing off all of the sweat, cum, and everything else. Jaron started out just wanting to rinse off, but one look at Dawson’s body, and then Kyle’s, and his cock was stiffening up and aching all over again.

The soapy water ran over their skins, the smells of their bodies mixing with whatever was in the masculine-scented body wash they were using. Dawson kept reaching for Jaron’s cock, stroking it some under the spray. Kyle kept letting his eyes wander, his hand not at all shy about groping both guys’ asses and seeing how much he could get away with. Of course, they let him get away with whatever he wanted

It was pure testosterone, pure tension, and less-than pure lust. By the time the guys dried off and slouched on the couch, all three donning t-shirts and baggy sweats, Jaron felt like his heart was going to pound straight out of his chest. But he was also hungry.

“I need some food,” said Jaron. “Wanna go out?”

“Sure,” said Dawson, looking at Kyle.

“I’m in, too,” said Kyle

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The three of them threw on hoodies and headed out. Dawson had found a burger place that was open late, so they went. The food was damn good, but as soon as his stomach was full, Jaron was way more focused on what he knew would happen after. All through dinner, their conversation kept circling back to sex. Kyle told several stories about a few of his wildest nights, a few involving women and a couple involving a fuck buddy he met at college.

Dawson teased Jaron about how much cum he’d shot into his throat earlier, and then, told him how hot it was to shoot his own load all over his face. “It was so fucking hot seeing your face covered with my seed.”

“It was fucking amazing,” said Jaron. “I loved having your jizz all over my face.”

The three of them drank a few beers with dinner and laughed their asses off. By the time the waiter brought the check, Jaron was buzzed enough that everything seemed easier. They left the restaurant, piling out onto the street, the cold night air sobering them, but it wasn’t enough to dull the heat coursing through Jaron’s veins.

Thankfully, Dawson only had one drink, so they jammed into the front seat of his small truck and made their way toward the Airbnb. Dawson was laughing hysterically at some dumb joke that Kyle had said, and Kyle was staring out the window with a huge grin on his face. Jaron sat in the middle seat, just kind of floating. He couldn’t stop sneaking glances at the other two guys, thinking about what might happen when they got home.

Kyle caught him looking and gave him a little smirk. “What’s up, man?”

Jaron shrugged, not shy anymore. “Ah, nothin’. I’m just sitting here thinking about all that nasty shit we got up to earlier, I guess.” He let out a low laugh, the sound of it making both Dawson and Kyle crack up.

Dawson pulled into the driveway, shut off the ignition, and turned in his seat to face them. “Seriously, dude, all of that was just fucking wild. And if I’m honest, I didn’t know you had all of this in you.”

Jaron let out a wild laugh. “Yeah, well, you’re the fucker who got me into this mess.” He grinned and shook his head. “Because I’m pretty fucking sure you have ruined me for girls, man. Fuck, I haven’t even thought about tits and pussy since Thanksgiving.”

His words hung there for a second, and neither Dawson or Kyle immediately responded. Jaron sat shocked, kind of surprising himself by what he’d just confessed. But why sweat it? He didn’t say anything that wasn’t fucking true. He couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed having sex with men. They all got quiet for a bit. Jaron stared down at his hands, flexed his fingers. The silence felt heavy, but it wasn’t bad silence. It was more like a “truth bomb” kind of silence.

Jaron broke the silence. “So, what the hell does that make us? Are we, like, gay now? I mean, maybe bi? Or what?”

“Right this second, I’m pretty fucking gay,” Dawson said, shrugging and laughing, “Because all I know is that I’m horny as fuck for cock.”

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That made Kyle laugh, but he also nodded seriously. “I don’t know, man. It’s not like I want to date dudes or whatever, but I definitely get into fucking around with guys. Last week, when I hooked up with this hot girl, all I could think about was how much better it would feel if a guy sucking me.”

“Yeah, I hear that,” Jaron admitted. “I mean, if a hot girl came up to me right now, I don’t even know if I’d want to do anything with her. I just want y’all’s dicks.”

Dawson looked at him sideways, lips making a quaint smile. “So basically, what you’re saying is that we’re just cock sluts for each other. That works for me.”

They finally scooted out of Dawson’s truck and walked inside, the front door slamming behind them. They dropped their jackets by the entryway, grateful for the warmer air inside. Jaron could tell by the way Kyle looked was looking at him that he was horny, ready for round two. Kyle and Jaron looked at Dawson, both of them grinning sheepishly. Dawson offered them both a soft curious smile.

They made it to the living room, but as soon as they were about to plop down on the couch, Kyle turned to face Jaron and Dawson. “Okay, guys,” he said, “I know I’m kinda the extra man in this trio—the ‘third wheel’, but would it be okay if I made a suggestion?”

Jaron and Dawson both nodded, immediately curious.

Kyle grinned. “I’m just gonna be honest, guys; I really, really, really need to fuck a nice tight hole tonight.”

His request mingled with silence for half a second. Jaron’s cock stiffened just hearing him say it. Dawson’s sweats were beginning to tent at the crotch. Jaron thought for a moment; there was no way he was going to play shy, not tonight. He looked at Kyle, then at Dawson. His voice came out far steadier than what he felt, but that was probably the buzz from the alcohol. “Well, Kyle, I guess you’re in luck because I want you both to fuck my ass. And I don’t want you to show me any mercy.”

Dawson’s eyes widened with shock, then he licked his lips. “Goddamn! This is going to be amazing.”

Kyle just shook his head, grinning. “Damn right. Bring it on, man.”

They barely made it down the hall before their hands began touching each other, pulling at each other’s clothes. All of them were grabbing at each other’s bodies.

Jaron’s skin was warm, every nerve heating up with anticipation. He led the way, pulling them into the only bedroom in the house that came with a king-sized bed. He paused at the bedroom’s doorway, looking at Kyle and Dawson. His voice was low, filled with lust. He nodded his head toward the bed at the middle of the room. “Both of you, sit on the bed. Right now.”

There was authority in the young man’s voice, a dominate spirit that caused Dawson and Kyle to move instantly. They sat side by side at the edge of the bed, their eyes fixed on Jaron.

Jaron stood in front of them. His heart was beating fast. His lungs were breathing hard. He looked at both of them, feeling each man’s gaze on every part of his body. The lust in their eyes was potent and made Jaron’s cock fill out the pouch of his briefs.

He reached for Kyle first, peeling the hoodie and t-shirt off his body, exposing the soft hair on his arms and stomach and the wild, thick hair on his chest. The man’s nipples were dark and his tits were hard. Jaron wanted to just bury his face in between Kyle’s pecs.

“Fuck. Me.,” said Jaron, his voice hardly a whisper. “I fucking love your body.” His hands clawed at the waistband of Kyle’s joggers and he stripped his pants off slowly, savoring the way the big reveal of Kyle’s thighs, his heavy, hairy balls, the thick uncut cock already starting to fill with blood. Jaron pulled the man’s underwear and joggers off in one go, and then watched as Kyle’s dick hardened right before his eyes and just bounced there, the foreskin rolling back little by little.

Despite Jaron’s mouth watering, he moved over to Dawson, tugging his buddy’s hoodie off, running his hands down his best friend’s arms. He yanked his t-shirt next, exposing Dawson’s chiseled chest and abs, the light-skinned man nearly hairless except for a patch at the center of his chest and a faint blond trail down the middle of his belly. Jaron ran his hands down the muscle, loving the sharp little twitches in Dawson’s stomach as he touched him. The sweats came off next, and of course, he was wearing nothing underneath. Dawson’s cock smacked up against his belly, standing rock hard again, pink at the tip, already starting to leak signs of desire at the slit.

Both of the guys were bare now, their cocks hard, their ballsacks hanging low and heavy. Jaron let himself take it in—the sexiness of their bodies, the heat in their faces, the wild, greedy look in their eyes.

“Damn, now that’s a fucking hot view,” he said, grinning.

“You think so?” Dawson said, his voice all teasing, “why don’t get on your knees and taste us?”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” said Jaron, dropping to his knees between them. “I plan to taste them.” He reached out and took both of their cocks in his hands, wrapping their hard flesh with his fingers. Their dicks were so different, and yet, Jaron wouldn’t have been able to choose which one he loved more. Despite being unique, they both felt heavy, hot, and firm in his hands. Kyle’s cock was thick and when hard, it curved a little to the left. Its crown was already peeking out of his foreskin, his nuts resting full beneath the hard dick.

Dawson’s cock was longer, with a thick mushroom-shaped head that turned deep read when engorged. Jaron watched as both cocks twitch with need, beads of precum forming at their tips. Jaron was so fucking horny he just wanted to drown in his buddies’s seed.

He positioned himself in between Kyle’s legs, then leaned in, licking a wet line from the base of his shaft up to the head, swirling his tongue around the man’s foreskin before popping the cock’s head into his mouth. As Jaron moaned around Kyle’s dick, Kyle let out a low grunt, his hand resting on the back of Jaron’s head.

“Holy fuck, Jaron, you really know how to use your mouth, man,” Kyle growled, letting his hips push forward into Jaron’s warm, wet throat. Jaron hardly noticed Kyle’s lowkey attempt to fuck his mouth. He was too busy feeling its big head stretch his throat. He came off the uncut cock and let his tongue dip into its opening, tasting a wild mix of precum and sweat.

He went down on his cock once more, taking Kyle’s thick member deeper, letting his foreskin glide back and forth over his tongue as he bobbed his head up and down. Kyle’s taste was intense—salty and muskier than he tasted this afternoon. Jaron let spit drip down the shaft, making it slick, then squeezed the base with his fist while his mouth devoured the top. Precum oozed from Kyle’s cock, and Jaron licked it up like it was honey. Jaron moved down to Kyle’s balls and became overwhelmed with the musky scent. It was strong, but Jaron sucked the lower-hanging ball into his mouth anyway, cleaning his friend’s sack with his saliva. And then he sucked in the other nut.

But Jaron didn’t want Dawson to feel left out. He pulled off Kyle’s balls, spit stringing from both corners of his mouth, and turned his head toward his best friend’s cock, wrapping his lips his dick. Immediately, Jaron deep-throated Dawson’s cock, its familiarity allowing his throat to take it all the way down to his bud’s bush. The taste of Dawson’s manhood lit up all of his body’s senses. The head felt fat in Jaron’s throat, the sweet nectar of his precum dripping down the back of his throat.

“Oh fuck, Jaron,” Dawson groaned, pushing his hips into his buddy’s face, burying his cock as deep into his throat as he could. “Goddamn, you’re insane, dude. That mouth of yours is going to make me cum so fucking fast…”

Jaron loved the way both guys’ voices went rough and needy, how they didn’t even try to hide their lust. He worked both cocks at the same time. With one of his hands fisted around Kyle’s dick, he jerked it hard, keep it fluffed with desire. At the same, his mouth worked on Dawson’s dick, giving his bud full rein to fuck his throat as hard as he wanted to. Then, he’d switch things up, putting his mouth on Kyle’s hard tool while giving Dawson a handjob at the same time.

Jaron kept that up for a long time, wanting both of their cocks to be as hard and pleasure as possible. Sometimes Kyle would push his cock deep, that curve of his filling Jaron’s mouth in a way that made the guy gag and have to pull off. But then Jaron would go straight for Dawson’s member, letting his lips stretch around the head, tickling its ridge before launching into a fast, deep sucking.

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The rhythm of the pleasure got wild and sloppy. It was like they were both using his mouth with greedy intentions. But Jaron didn’t care; he fucking loved the feeling of them using him for their own pleasure. His own cock was leaking into his underwear, a dark gray wet spot forming on the front of his sweat pants. The need to cum was already building throughout his body, but he forced himself to ignore it, desiring to to draw this experience out for as long as possible.

At some point, as he was deep throating Kyle with a bit more ease, the man suddenly reached down and pulled Jaron’s head off his dick and stared straight into his eyes. “Dude, do you know how fucking hot it is watching you service both of our cocks? I mean, it’s overwhelming. You love it, don’t you?”

Jaron ran his tongue under the head of Kyle’s dick, not breaking eye contact with the man. “Yeah, man,” he said, panting, “I honestly feel at home doing it.”

“Fuck, that’s hot…”

For another ten minutes, Jaron pleasured his friends’s dicks, his mouth slowly becoming sore and dry. The messiness of giving head was everywhere: spit, globs of pre, sweat beading across his brow. He was starting to smell the funk of all three of them—the raw earthy scent of men having sex with each other—and it intoxicated him, making him want to pleasure them even more.

Eventually, Dawson let out a shaky grunt. “Hold up, bro,” he said, looking at Jaron, “I want you to take those fucking clothes, and then I want you to get on your hands and knees and put your ass on display.”

Jaron hesitated for a second, offering Dawson’s dick a kiss. He then stood and peeled off his hoodie and t-shirt. As he tore off his clothes, he watched Dawson and Kyle stare longingly at his perfect body. Jaron knew he looked good and he no qualms about letting other people know that he knew he looked good. His abs and chest were already glistening with sweat. He stretched his arms above his head before shove his thumbs into his sweat and began pushing his sweats and underwear off. Jaron was not shy at all. In fact, he loved that was stripping for an audience. As he slipped off his pants and briefs, his cock bounced hard out of his underwear, Kyle’s and Dawson’s gaze glued on the impossibly huge dick. A string of precum fell from its tip, leading Kyle to reach out and catch it with his fingers and bring it to his lips.

For a second, Jaron just stood there, naked, showing himself off to both of them. It felt powerful and a little dominating to control their eyes with just his body, their hunger for him feeding his ego.

“Get up here,” Kyle said, patting the bed with his palm. “I want my face in your ass.”

Jaron said nothing, he just climbed up on the bed, putting his knees on the mattress, straddling Kyle’s chest. He’d turned his body so that his ass was right over Kyle’s face and then he lowered his ass over Kyle’s tongue. The position made him feel filthy yet also in control. Jaron was still coming into his own as a bottom, not completely at home with it. But he couldn’t deny the fact that there was something incredibly hot about his asshole being desired by a man. He felt the flutter of Kyle’s kisses on each of his ass cheeks and then the unmistakable sensation of a wet tongue tickling the edges of his entrance. He let out breath as he allowed his body to sink into the sensation.

Jaron’s eyes met Dawson’s. There was an unfamiliar expression on his friend’s face. Was it jealousy? Maybe. With his finger, he summoned Dawson to come to him. “I want to kiss your mouth.”

Dawson let out a smile as he made his way toward him. Now, they both straddled Kyle’s torso, facing each other. Just as their lips came together, Kyle grabbed both of Jaron’s cheeks, spread them open wide, and dove his face in. Jaron’s body jolted at the rough swipe of Kyle’s tongue licking against his hole. He moaned into Dawson’s mouth, sinking himself lower into Kyle’s hungry lust.

The sensation at his hole was unreal. Kyle was not at all shy about how much he loved eating ass. He spit right into the pucker and licked it up, then went back in, tongue swirling and darting and pushing against Jaron’s rim. As Kyle lapped up all of Jaron’s sweat and musk, Dawson whispered in Jaron’s ear, “I didn’t know how hard it was going to be watching somebody else giving your hole pleasure.”

“Is Dawson jealous,” Jaron said, a sly smile on his face that was suddenly interrupted by a wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He threw his head back and whimpered.

“I don’t know, maybe?” said Dawson, quickly adding, “there’s just something about his face being in between your perfect ass crack that makes me feel uneasy.”

Jaron shook his head. “Don’t be jealous. His tongue feels really good on me. But I’m not falling for him. I like you.”

Dawson gushed and pressed his mouth into Jaron’s, reaching both hands down behind him and grabbing his cheeks, spreading them even more. Kyle’s tongue wiggled deeper and Jaron moaned into Dawson’s mouth. As they kissed, the thrills pulsing through Jarod’s body overwhelmed him, making his whole body shiver.

Dawson felt the shudder dart through Jaron’s body. Jaron kissed his friend again, melting and moaning as he sucked on his tongue. Fuck, Dawson had to admit that it was hot watching Jaron get blissed out as his ass was being eaten. It was even hotter how deep he fell into the moment, as if every wet flick of Kyle’s tongue was the best thing he’d ever felt in his fucking life. Dawson’s own cock throbbed and knocked against Jaron’s monster cock as their mouths wrestled each other.

Dawson let Jaron ride the feeling a little longer, holding his perfect ass cheeks spread open wide for Kyle. Jaron’s moans got higher, more intense, more out of control. But then, Dawson got an idea.

“Lie down for me, J,” Dawson whispered, voice soft. “Lie flat on your stomach. I want to get you read for fucking.”

Jaron’s eyes went wild. He nodded right away, almost immediately lifting his body off Kyle’s chest, pulling his ass out of the man’s face. He sprawled out long-ways across the bed. He was face down. Arms stretched forward. Ass up, begging for attention.

Dawson took a second to appreciate the sight. Jesus fucking Christ. Jaron’s back muscles rippled, his dark, athletic body glistening with sweat. His glorious brown ass was round and firm, the hair down his ass crack wet with Kyle’s spit. Dawson ran his thumb over Jaron’s beautiful hole, fascinated by how it puckered with want.

Kyle crawled onto his knees at the head of the bed, his cock out, hard, and bobbing, his eyes glued to Jaron’s body. Kyle stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, as if he could still taste the deep flavors of Jaron’s hole.

Dawson climbed in between the friend’s powerful legs and leaned in. With both of his hands, he grabbed Jaron’s cheeks and spread them apart. He dropped his face right between Jaron’s cheeks, and started tonguing his friend’s hole. He spit on it, let it drip slowly inside, and then, with his pointer finger, pushed his spit in deeper. Dawson licked at his bud’s hole, using slow, teasing circles. All he wanted to do was make Jaron squirm, make him beg to be fucked.

Jaron let out a groan, his horny enjoyment muffled by the bedspread. But suddenly, like he needed something to do to distract himself from the pleasures of Dawson’s tongue, Jaron scooted himself in between Kyle’s legs and set his eyes on man’s cock.

“Fuck, you want some more of this, huh?” Kyle bent his dick toward Jaron’s tongue. Jaron didn’t even bother to respond. He just grabbed Kyle’s thick, uncut dick at the base and guided the head right into his mouth. Jaron’s lips stretched around Kyle’s penis, sucking it in with hungry intentions. “Holy fuck, Jaron, that’s it. Oh, fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” Kyle reached down and pushed a hand through Jaron’s hair, pulling him gently into his crotch.

Jaron’s face was throat-deep in Kyle’s lap, his ass was arched up high toward Dawson’s face. His buddy’s mouth was deep in between his cheeks, eating him out like a delicacy. Dawson looked up for a moment and watched Jaron sucking on Kyle’s cock, bobbing his head up and down on that beautiful dick. Jaron wiggled and pushed his needy hole back against Dawson’s face, and Dawson got the hint loud and clear. Immediately, he went back to licking and tonguing Jaron’s perfect brown entrance. Jaron moaned around Kyle’s cock, pushing himself back against Dawson’s tongue.

“Mmm,” Dawson murmured, spitting into the hole once more. Dawson let himself get lost in it, the way it tasted, the way it felt to work his best friend’s star, doing his best to get it to open up for him. He could feel the heat coming from Jaron’s ass, the way his whole body trembled when Dawson licked deeper.

He let his tongue swirl around the rim, pressing in, then trailed lower to suck on Jaron’s nuts, drawing one into his mouth and then the other, savoring his buddy’s stench.

Kyle started pumping his hips forward, fucking Jaron’s mouth with more energy, his heavy balls slapping against his chin. Jaron just took it, stretching his mouth wide, letting Kyle’s foreskin glide back and forth against his tongue with every pump.

Dawson grabbed the lube out of his suitcase and slicked up his fingers. He pressed his wet finger right up against Jaron’s hole, circling slow, letting the tip poke inside. Jaron’s hips jerked in response, like he wanted to be fingered, like he was just dying for more.

Dawson worked his finger in, deeper, forcing the tight ring to stretch. He could feel how hot Jaron felt inside. Christ, it was the sexiest thing ever. Jaron moaned again, his mouth still full of Kyle’s cock.

He eased that first finger in and out, then added a second finger. Dawson wanted to make sure the hole was loose, stretched, ready for cock. He watched as his fingers disappeared up to the knuckle inside his best friend’s ass, then pulled out, then fucked them back in again.

Jaron’s hole flexed with every push, his hole straining to swallow the fingers. Dawson smiled, loving how hungry Jaron’s hole seemed. But the real fun started when he curled his fingers up and found his buddy’s P spot. Pressing against that sensitive nub made Jaron lose all control. Dawson rubbed his fingers against it, and watched as Jaron’s whole body bucked, and shook.

“God, fuck, right there, Dawson,” groaned Jaron, coming off of Kyle’s cock, “holy shit, right fucking there.”

Dawson nodded, picking up the pace. He spit at the hole again, letting it dribble down, then drove his slicked-up fingers in deep, twisting and curling, making Jaron’s hips go wild on the bed. Jaron started humping the mattress a little, grinding his own cock against the sheets as he worked Kyle’s shaft.

Dawson kept fingering the hole, adding a third finger after a while, stretching Jaron wide open. He could feel how ready the hole was, how loose and needy Jaron had become. Dawson’s own cock was leaking so much precum it was making a wet spot on his thigh, but he ignored it. Dawson crawled up Jaron’s back, leaned in, his lips right by Jaron’s ear. “You ready to get your ass destroyed?”

Jaron popped off Kyle’s cock long enough to moan: “Fuck yes, man, I need a big ole cock inside me.”

Dawson looked straight at Kyle. “You heard the man. Put your cock in that ass and fuck him.”

That was all Kyle needed to hear. He slicked his dick up with lube, stroking it from the base to the tip. Then he got behind Jaron on the bed. Kyle lined the fat head up with Jaron’s hole, his hands gripping Jaron’s hips, and he just pressed. For a second, nothing happened. Just pressure. Anticipation. Dawson watched closely, fascinated, as the thick, dark head of Kyle’s cock pressed into Jaron’s deep-brown opening. The rim stretched wide, almost resisting, but then, with a pop that made all three of them gasp, the head sank inside.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck, dude,” Jaron moaned, his back arching, his hole slowly but surely swallowing the head of Kyle’s cock. “Goddamn, you’re thick!”

Kyle groaned, his hands steady on Jaron’s hips. “You fucking feel amazing, J. Oh, my God.” He didn’t shove it all in at once. He went slow, pressing an inch at a time, letting Jaron’s ass stretch around it, watching how it swallowed his shaft. Dawson stared, stunned, at how hot it was to see Jaron’s hole get wrecked by a cock that wasn’t his own, how eager Jaron looked to take it.

Jaron’s hands fisted the bed’s sheets. His whole body trembled as Kyle fed him more and more of the fat dick. Inch by inch, it disappeared between his cheeks, the pressure making Jaron lose his mind. When Kyle finally bottomed out, his bush mashed against Jaron’s cheeks, the two of them just let out a chorus of insane groans. It was unreal. Jaron felt like he was split open, owned, but he fucking loved every sensation.

“Fuck, man, you take dick like a champ,” Kyle growled, pounding in with a little thrust, pushing the head even deeper. “Your ass is incredible…”

Kyle started pumping his hips, slowly at first, letting the shaft drag out and then sink back in. The feeling was wild. Jaron couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop pressing his ass back for more. Every time the cock bottomed out, he felt his whole body light up.

Dawson watched the whole thing, his cock throbbing, hand going to his own shaft, stroking himself.

Kyle picked up his pace, his hands gripping Jaron’s waist with more eagerness, his dick driving in and out. He was making Jaron’s ass quiver with every pump. The sounds of sex were all around them, the wet sound of lube and spit mixing with the deep slapping of cock slapping into an ass. The only thing that made the noise hotter was when Jaron started making helpless moans, high pitched squeals of pleasure.

Dawson could see it was driving Jaron insane. Kyle started to go harder, bracing one hand on the small of Jaron’s back, using it for leverage, slamming deep inside with every thrust. Jaron yelled out, “Yes! Fuck, just like that, use me, man, use my fucking ass… I’m all fucking yours.”

Kyle just groaned, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking tight, dude. I could fuck this hole forever.”

But then, as he watched Kyle fuck Jaron’s ass, sending waves of pleasure through his best bud’s body, Dawson got an idea. He leaned in close to Jaron’s face, “Hey Jaron, you wanna fuck me while Kyle fucks you? You wanna make a fuck train?”

Jaron’s eyes turned wild and hungry. “Fucking hell! Yes. Let’s do it.”

Dawson smiled, a rush of sexual adrenaline that forced his heart to beat fast. He positioned himself on the bed so he was on all fours in front of Jaron, his ass facing his friend, arched up and ready. He took a breath, then braced his hands on the mattress.

Kyle never took his cock out of Jaron’s ass; he just helped his bottom get up on his knees, Jaron feeling every inch of the thick cock splitting him open. Kyle watched Dawson; his needy friend was on all fours in front of Jaron, his ass up and glistening, waiting to be used. Jaron’s cock was so hard it ached.

Dawson looked over his shoulder, eyes wild and hungry. “Come on, Jaron. Slide your dick inside me. I want to feel your big cock stretch me out and then fuck me.”

Jaron grabbed the lube, slicked up his cock, and lined it up with Dawson’s pinkish hole. He pressed the tip against the entrance, watching as it puckered for him. He pushed, and the head disappeared inside, that tight grip so hot it almost made him blow his load immediately.

“Shit, Jaron, you feel so fucking big,” Dawson groaned, arching his back, pushing his ass onto the shaft. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you in my guts.”

Jaron lost his mind. With both hands on Dawson’s hips, he fucked into his longtime friend with lustful force. Deep. Powerful. His cock slammed into Dawson’s hole, every thrust making his own body jerk back against Kyle’s cock, which was pounding him forward him forward. It was a feeling, a thrill that Jaron couldn’t put into words. In the front, Dawson’s ass sucked his cock in deeper. From the back, Kyle’s cock fucked into his ass more deeply. The fucking scene was filthy, insane, too fucking much.

But all three of them wanted it. Maybe they needed it. Their fucking rhythm got wild, everything happening at once. Kyle grabbed Jaron around the waist and used his ass like a fucking toy, fucking him rough and steady, balls slapping against him constantly. Jaron’s cock fucked in and out of Dawson’s hole, every push making him feel the inside heat and the squeeze of a hungry ass. And Dawson was a mess. Face down, hands fishing the sheets, his body shuddering with every thrust. Every time Jaron pounded into him, Dawson whimpered, squeezing tight, drooling precum onto the bedspread, aching for more.

No one talked. Not for a while. It was all sex. All fucking. The scent of their sweat and arousal and insides filled the air, a raw pungent stench that was exhilarating. The mattress creaked beneath them, and the three of them grunted and whined and moaned like they farm animals.

“God damn, you got a perfect ass,” Kyle said, his voice erratic with desire. “You take cock like you were fucking born to take it.”

Jaron loved hearing that. It made his cock throb harder inside Dawson’s ass, made his hole clinch even tighter around where Kyle’s shaft stretched him most. Every time Kyle bottomed out, it knocked him forward, forcing his own cock to bottom out in Dawson.

All of the noises got louder. It was raw and feral now. The sound of three bodies slamming together, skin on skin on skin, the heavy slap of Kyle pounding Jaron’s ass, splitting him open, forcing the curve of his cock as deep as it would go. Jaron’s own shaft drilled into Dawson, bottoming out in his buddy’s hole, cock so hard and thick it seemed to take everything in Dawson just to handle it. And Dawson, Christ, his cock had drooled so much, a wet spot as larger a saucer formed on the sheets.

Jaron could feel the pressure building in his nuts. It was overwhelming. Their sexual rhythm became so relentless he could barely even think. It was just sensation, that wild, tingling feeling rolling through his whole body, the musk of sweat and man-funk thick in the air.

He leaned forward, bracing himself, and just went at it, thrusting hard into Dawson, loving the feeling of being filled and filling someone else at the same time. Dawson started to lose it, every muscle in his body shaking as Jaron bombarded his prostate with the head of his cock.

Then Kyle started grunting, loud, his deep voice going ugly with need. “Fuck, dude, your ass is gonna make me blow. You feel that? You feel how hard I am for you? I’m gonna blow my fucking load deep inside you...”

Jaron could barely even answer. All he knew was that he was ready for it, greedy to be filled up with his bro’s seed. “Yeah, man, fucking give it to me. Fill my fucking ass. Don’t fucking hold back...”

Kyle slammed in, one hard thrust after another, hands gripping Jaron’s waist, pulling him back to meet every inch. The curve of his cock hit Jaron’s prostate again and again, and all Jaron could do was moan, barely able to hold his weight up. His cock was swelling inside Dawson, and he could feel his balls getting tight, ready to shoot.

In front, Dawson clenched down, his insides squeezing hard around Jaron’s cock, milking it, lusting for every fucking drop. He twisted his head back to look over his shoulder, eyes wild, lips slick with spit. “Dude, fuck, I can’t take it, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard...”

Jaron bit down and hammered his cock into Dawson, slamming his hips over and over, balls slapping high and tight. “Yeah, man, blow for me. I want to see you paint the fucking sheets.”

Kyle started to growl, something deep in his chest. And then it happened: he buried his cock in Jaron’s ass, held it there, and let loose. Jaron felt the explosion, the pulse and heat of Kyle’s cock as it shot rope after rope of cum deep into his guts, filling him up in a way that felt insane.

Even as Kyle pumped his load deep inside, he never stopped thrusting. He fucked Jaron’s ass through the aftershocks, making sure every drop emptied inside Jaron’s greedy hole.

That did it for Jaron. The feeling was so fucking intense it made his own orgasm boil up and over, unstoppable. He gripped Dawson’s hips and hammered forward, pounding his friend’s hole, burying himself up to the root every single time. “Holy shit, D… I’m gonna cum…” Jaron’s voice broke, sounding almost ragged by the need tearing through him.

Dawson looked over his shoulder, face wild with desire, hair damp and messy. “Do it, dude. Fill me up; I want to feel your load inside me…”

Jaron shoved his cock deep into Dawson’s ass, and then the climax hit. His body locked, his balls drew up tight, and his cock exploded, spraying thick jets of cum inside his friend’s hole. It was so much, he could feel it leaking out around the shaft, mixing with all of the sweat and spit and lube. Jaron’s body shook with the force of it, his skin buzzing.

The moment Jaron’s cock started to shoot, Dawson lost it too. His ass clamped down, squeezing every ounce Jaron had to give, Dawson’s cock spurting creamy streaks right onto the sheets, the force of it making his whole body shiver. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was their breath, heavy and wild, untamed, the wet sounds of bodies falling together.

And then they just collapsed. Jaron fell forward, dragging Dawson down with him. Kyle’s cock popped out of Jaron’s ass, making a slurp sound as it came out.

The three of them breathed. Panted.

And then they laughed. “Holy fucking shit, that was hot,” said Kyle.

“Nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced before,” said Jaron.

Dawson could hardly talk. “It was the most surreal sexual pleasure I’ve ever known,” he eventually managed to get out.

Jaron nodded. “And we fucking need to shower because we fucking stink.”

“Yep,” said Kyle, “like fucking man sex.”

Jaron & Dawson's MLK-Weekend Hang

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Three weeks after they’d last fucked around, Jaron was back at college, scrolling on Instagram when he received a text from Dawson.

Dawson: Hey dude. Are we still hanging over MLK weekend? I wanna come see you and fuck your brains out.

Jaron: fuck dude! i got so hard reading that. But yes—I’m in! Get ur ass here.

Dawson’s reply was almost instant: sweet. I’ll drive up friday after class. But I have a question.

Jaron: ok, what’s up?

Dawson: you remember Kyle? Uh, what if he was to hang out with us too?

Jaron: how would that work? How we fucking around if Kyle is all up in our business?

Dawson: he could be up in our business too

Jaron: as in all three of us? together?

Dawson: J, have you never had a threesome?

Jaron: fuck no dude.

Dawson: oh, you just wait. i’ll see you on saturday! can’t fucking wait.

Jaron: the fuck dude? i didn’t say yes to the threesome.

Dawson: trust me dude, you gonna fucking love it

Despite feeling overwhelmed by the thought of adding a third person to what Dawson and he had going on, he couldn’t deny that his cock seemed to really be into the idea, as it thickened inside his shorts. Eventually, Jaron texted back: I trust you. can’t wait. so fucking horny.

A few days later, Jaron was on his bike, riding toward the Airbnb where Dawson and Kyle were staying while they were in town. Unlike last time, the two friends hadn’t spent long amounts of time texting each other about what the plan might be when they were together. Both Jaron and Dawson were busy with a new semester of school and work, so it became harder for them to find the time to sext each other more than two or three text messages at a time. As Jaron rode his bike, he thought about Dawson’s idea of adding Kyle into the mix. The whole thing made him nervous. Maybe that’s because he didn’t know Kyle as well as he knew Dawson—obviously. But Jaron also had to admit that having a threesome with Dawson also made him really fucking horny.

The idea kept repeating through Jaron’s mind as he secured his bike on the sidewalk with a lock. There was a part of him that wanted to pace the sidewalk for a bit, you know, just to let off some of the jitters that were running wild inside his body. Instead, he forced himself up the porch steps of the little rented bungalow and texted Dawson: here.

Within seconds, the front door swung open. Dawson was grinning, wearing a tight athletic tee and mesh shorts that barely covered his pale muscular thighs. Jaron’s eyes went straight to the bulge pressing against the front of Dawson’s shorts. He felt his own cock stir just at the sight of him.

“Dude!” Dawson said, voice all bright with sex-crazed energy, “get in here, man—it’s freezing, dude. And how are you wearing shorts in January?”

Jaron shrugged as he stepped inside, the air thick with the smell of pizza and beer and cologne. The place looked way nicer than any rental pad he’d ever been in; the lights were down, TV glowing in the corner. Sitting on the couch was Kyle, a friendly grin on his face.

And holy fuck. Jaron had met Kyle before many times. But the guy had always been much closer with Dawson.

But somehow Jaron had forgotten how big Kyle was. Six two, broad in the chest and shoulders, but with a kind of softness at his middle that made him seem more solid than intimidating.

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His hair was longer, a blondish-brown nest that just crossed his ears, his beard a little scruffy. But he was hot. Kyle was wearing joggers and a faded gray t-shirt that hugged his arms.

The thing that Jaron noticed first, though, was Kyle’s bulge. Jaron tried to not stare but that was hard considering the sizable junk that the guy hid inside those joggers. Kyle grinned, catching Jaron staring at his crotch. Jaron blushed with embarrassment.

“Hey, man,” said Kyle, his voice low, “It’s good to see you again.”

“Hey man,” Jaron said, not trusting his voice to sound normal. He tried to focus on keeping his eyes from looking down.

Dawson gestured toward the coffee table: “Dude, we were starving and so, we started without you. Hope that’s ok.” There were three beers, a half-finished pizza, and a bottle of what looked like whiskey.

“Of course, dude,” said Jaron, dropping his coat and backpack by the door and sitting down beside Kyle. The couch was soft, and Jaron let his body sink into it a little, his thigh brushing against Kyle’s. Their touch caused a shock to run up the side of his leg. Good God. Jaron was so on edge it felt almost embarrassing.

Dawson sat down next to Jaron, which meant Jaron was sandwiched between the two of them, a position that he did not mind.

For a while, they just watched TV, drank beer, and munched on pizza. Eventually, Dawson turned the volume on the TV down and the three guys started chitchatting about random shit, mostly sports and college. Nobody mentioned anything about what was supposed to happen. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t on their minds. Even as they talked about football and classes, Jaron caught Kyle scoping out his biceps, and every time he glanced over at Dawson, he could practically read every dirty thought going through his mind.

The tension in the living room became thick. It felt like all three of them were waiting for something to drop, but none of them wanted to be the first to say it out loud.

Jaron drank his beer faster than he meant to; the alcohol loosened him up, made the whole scene get a little warmer, a little more heated.

Dawson switched to whiskey after a while, and so did Jaron. That first sip hit hard, but in a good way. The three sat in a row, all facing the TV, making jokes, not really giving a shit who was winning or, for that matter, playing.

Maybe forty minutes went by like that. Jaron was starting to feel the alcohol, which heightened his senses. He felt a rising heat coming off both guys on either side of him, which caused his cock to start getting hard. They were all sitting close, real close.

And at some point, Dawson shifted closer, pressing his thigh against Jaron’s, not even pretending to care about his best friend’s space. of course, Jaron liked it. And then, Kyle pressed closer, too, just letting his leg tap up against Jaron’s knee.

After a while, the TV didn’t even matter. Jaron was too distracted to even care about what was on. His entire presence became. hyper-aware of every breath, every small brush of skin. Then, when Jaron laughed at something, Kyle put his hand on Jaron’s thigh and squeezed, not hard, but enough to make Jaron’s whole body jerk with surprise. Dawson shot him a knowing look.

And then, out of nowhere, Dawson set his drink down and turned to Jaron, voice suddenly softer. “Hey, J, I have a surprise for you, man.”

Jaron eyes darted from Dawson to Kyle, a little dizzy from the booze and the anticipation.

Dawson grinned. Jaron knew that smile. He had seen it many times and knew exactly what it meant. “Just relax,” said Dawson. “And trust me… you’re gonna love this.”

Almost in sync, Kyle and Dawson stood on either side of the coffee table and lifted it out of the way. Jaron watched Kyle grin and then casually drop to his knees in between Jaron’s legs. Then Dawson followed, sinking down right next to Kyle. The two of them were kneeling side by side, each of them with a hand resting on Jaron’s thighs.

For a second, Jaron’s brain could hardly think—what the fuck was happening? He looked down. Kyle’s hand rubbed his lower thigh. Dawson’s hand was higher up, just under the hem of Jaron’s shorts, fingers tracing circles on the inside. The two of them were staring up at Jaron like he was the only thing that existed.

Neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Jaron knew what was about to happen, and his cock knew too. It was hard now, causing his shorts to tent up in the front. Jaron caught Kyle staring at his tent, licking his lips.

A smile formed across Jaron’s face as he sat back, letting his arms drape over the back of the couch. He could feel his heart beating wildly, thumping in his chest, and pulsing in his cock. Now, both Kyle and Dawson had their eyes on Jaron’s crotch, the sight causing their mouths to water.

Kyle was the first to act. He ran his hand slowly up Jaron’s thigh, stopping just shy of the bulge. He looked up at Jaron, eyebrows raised, like he was asking permission. Jaron just nodded.

And that was all it took. Kyle hooked his fingers under the waistband of Jaron’s shorts and dragged them down, taking the briefs with them. Jaron’s cock sprang up, its brown presence thick and hard, wobbling once before flopping against his belly.

“Goddamn,” Kyle breathed. “You weren’t kidding about this thing.” Kyle stared at Jaron’s dick, a glimpse of awe on his face. “Your cock is fucking beautiful, man.”

“Wait till you taste it.” Dawson didn’t waste any time. He wrapped his hand around its base, squeezing it like it belonged to him. “This is all I’ve fucking thought about for three weeks,” he said, not even hiding how horny he was.

Kyle and Dawson just stared at it for a second, then they looked at each other. It was like they were daring each other to go first, but neither of them wanted to wait.

Dawson leaned in, his lips soft and warm as he pressed a kiss against the side of Jaron’s shaft. He licked at a vein, tracing it with the tip of his tongue, then swirled around the fat head. Kyle followed right after, kissing the other side of the shaft, mouth wet and open. Jaron watched, his heart slamming in his chest, as both guys started licking his cock at the same time, one on either side, their tongues passing over each other.

It was unreal. The sensation was intense. Two mouths, two tongues, both of them working Jaron’s cock like it was the only thing in the fucking world. Dawson lapped at the crown, slurping up the drop of precum that formed at its slit, moaning into it like it was a favorite food he hadn’t tasted in a long time. Kyle moved lower, dragging his tongue along the thick shaft and then down into Jaron’s scrotum, nuzzling the man’s nuts with his nose and sucking one into his mouth.

“Fuck, you smell good,” moaned Kyle, looking up at Jaron, desiring him to watch as he took one of his balls into his mouth

Jaron couldn’t even process all of the sensations that he was feeling. The warmth. The wetness. The fucking sight of two guys kneeling next each other between his legs, licking and kissing and sharing his cock. This was a kind of cock worship that Jaron had never even imagined and yet, there he was, experiencing it. He put one hand in Dawson’s hair and the other hand on Kyle’s shoulder. It was wild. The sounds of wet slurping, low groans, the movements of Jaron’s body against the sofa as the men pleasured him.

Dawson took the head of Jaron’s cock straight into his mouth, lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked hard on the fat dick. He looked up at Jaron, his blue eyes shining, moaning like he’ hadn’t eaten in months. The moment that Dawson came off the cock, Kyle grabbed the base of its shaft and started stroking it while he tongued the sensitive spot under Jaron’s cockhead, grinning like he was obsessed with what he was tasting.

Jaron’s body became even more relaxed, his body going limp with the pleasure. It was so much better than even his wildest fantasies. Having two guys on his cock at once was almost too fucking much.

When Kyle moved back to the balls, Dawson slipped his mouth over the cock and bobbed his head up and down, working more and more of the shaft into his mouth. Every time he went down, Jaron could feel his throat strain to take the thickness. Spit bubbled out over Dawson’s lips, shining and wet. Kyle lapped at his nut, sucking on each ball, kissing and licking around them.

Dawson came up for air. He spit quickly into his palm, slicked it all over the shaft, and then once again took Jaron deep into his throat.

The two of them traded off with unbelievable teamwork, like they’d spent time talking and planning their every move. When Dawson was sucking the head, Kyle worked the shaft and licked at Jaron’s nuts, sucking both balls into his mouth and rolling them over his tongue. When Kyle was busy choking Jaron’s cock, deep into the back of his throat, Dawson began licking at the spot beneath his buddy’s nutsack.

Jaron let his head fall back against the couch. God, the sensation was out of this world. He’d always loved Dawson’s tongue on him, but now… with Kyle on his cock and Dawson’s tongue lapping at his taint? It was almost too much. There was something so wild about it, so nasty, that his whole body shivered just thinking about what he must look like: sprawled out against the sofa, two dudes kneeling in front of him, just fucking worshipping his cock and balls like it was their job.

Kyle didn’t slow down at all. He was a beast with his mouth. Jaron felt every stroke, every swirl of the guy’s tongue, every inch that disappeared down Kyle’s throat making his cock twitch and his whole body curl. Damn, this guy could suck a dick. And Dawson, my God, he kept licking lower, the wet heat of his tongue moving down from the base of Jaron’s sack to the pube-covered skin of his taint. Jaron spread his legs wider. No hesitation, no shame. He wanted them both to have as much access to his body as possible.

He scooted his ass right to the edge of the couch and just let his thighs fall open, exposing himself even more. Dawson didn’t hesitate; he went straight for Jaron’s ass, burying his face between those dark cheeks and moaning into his crack like a hungry animal.

“Fuck, that’s it… eat my fucking hole, D…” Jaron muttered, hands gripping hard at the back of the couch.

Dawson’s tongue went wild, licking in hard, tight circles around Jaron’s asshole, spitting on it and then licking it back up. The sensation was magic. Jaron couldn’t help grinding his hole right into Dawson’s mouth, basically begging for every bit of attention. Dawson spat again, making it wetter, then he shoved his tongue inside, fucking Jaron’s hole with it.

Meanwhile, Kyle’s mouth kept working the shaft, but now he alternated between sucking Jaron’s cock and just sitting there staring at it in utter awe, like he couldn’t believe he finally got to see what Dawson had told him about. Jaron stared right back at him, unable to look away from the sight of Kyle, on his knees in front of him, eyes wide, lips stretched open around his cock.

Jaron reached down, grabbing a fistful of Kyle’s hair and pushing his face deeper onto the cock, making the guy take it all. The sound it made, that wet, sloppy choking, sent a bolt of pleasure into Jaron’s balls. It was so fucking hot, so nasty, so… right.

At one point, Kyle came off the cock, gasping for breath, and wiped spit from his chin. Jaron just stared at him, totally wrecked by the sight of both of them worshiping him, hungry for his junk.

“Take your fucking clothes off, bro,” Jaron growled, voice full of lust.

Kyle didn’t even try to put up a fight. He just grinned and stood up, right there in front of the couch, and peeled off his t-shirt. Holy fuck. The guy was even bigger than he looked sitting down, wide at the chest, a thick, soft belly, and strong, hairy pecs. There was a patchwork of dark hair over his chest and then a thick trail that dove straight down his stomach, right into the waistband of his joggers.

Jaron licked his lips. He wanted to see all of it.

Kyle hooked his thumbs in the band of his joggers and boxer briefs and just yanked them down his thighs, letting everything flop out. And when he did, God damn. Jaron’s mouth started watering.

What immediately caught Jaron’s eye was the bush. Full, dark, totally natural, wild as anything, a sharp contrast to the soft pale skin above it. And there, hanging between Kyle’s legs, was his cock. Big, thicker than Jaron expected, a heavy uncut dick, the pink head peeking out from under the soft, fat foreskin. His balls were just as impressive, big and swinging low, covered in coarse hair.

For a solid moment, Jaron just stared. Even though his own cock was bigger, there was something so fucking hot about the way Kyle’s dick curved up, thick and proud, with that loose foreskin all wet with precum.

“Get over here and put that cock in my mouth,” Jaron said, barely recognizing his own voice.

Kyle was not shy in the least. He stepped right up on the couch, planting a knee on the cushion beside Jaron’s body, his hard dick bobbing inches from Jaron’s face. God, it smelled amazing. Just pure dude. Sweat, musk, the tang of skin, and a little bit of shampoo or whatever, but mostly just Kyle.

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Jaron licked at his lips, then reached up and grabbed the base of the cock, feeling the heft of it, the way the foreskin slid up and down over the head. The texture was awesome. So different than his own. He took a second, just exploring it, pulling the skin back slowly to reveal the red, shiny head underneath. A fat bead of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip.

He leaned in and flicked his tongue straight across the leaking slit, gathering the taste. It was salty. Raw. He liked it.

And then he went for it. Jaron took the head into his mouth, lips wrapping tight around the foreskin, and sucked. Gently at first, then with more hunger. He felt the skin roll back as the head popped into his mouth, filling him up. The taste of his pre-cum hit him in a rush, strong and almost a little sweet, and it made his own cock twitch in time.

He heard Kyle let out a shuddering groan, hand automatically finding the back of Jaron’s head.

“Oh fuck, dude, you got a hell of a mouth,” said Kyle, hips jerking a little, feeding Jaron more his dick.

Jaron just moaned around the shaft, letting Kyle know how much he was into it. He went slow at first, letting Kyle’s cock go in and out of his mouth, dragging his tongue against the ridge where the head flared out. That’s where it was most sensitive, and Jaron used his tongue like a weapon, swirling around the crown, then licking just under the hood, letting the foreskin glide over his lips and tongue.

God, he could fucking taste how worked up Kyle was. The guy’s dick just kept leaking pre-cum, smearing all over his tongue, and as Jaron went deeper, he tasted everything. He opened his throat, relaxing, and took Kyle deeper and deeper. When the head pressed into the back of his mouth, he could feel it stretch him wide, choking him a little, but Jaron didn’t back off. He wanted to take it all.

Above him, Kyle moaned louder. He started moving, fucking Jaron’s face slowly, letting his thick cock slide in and out, the foreskin pulling back and then rolling forward over his most sensitive part. Every time the head hit the back of Jaron’s throat, he gagged a little, and more spit poured down his chin. But he didn’t care. He wanted it messy. He wanted to see how much of Kyle’s slick, fat cock he could swallow.

“Fuck, dude,” Kyle groaned, “you suck dick like a fucking pro.”

Jaron popped off the head for a second, spit and clear juice stringing from his lips to the tip, and looked up. “I’m just getting started,” he said, and then went right back down, swirling his tongue around the cockhead, letting Kyle rut against his open mouth.

Below him, Dawson was still working his ass, tongue swirling and stabbing at his hole. Jaron was in heaven. Sensations everywhere. His own cock throbbed, still leaking out beads of pre-cum, the need to cum building up in his balls, sharp and heavy.

Dawson came up for air just then, his face shining with spit. “You look fucking hot with that cock in your mouth,” he said, voice thick and horny.

Jaron just smirked around Kyle’s dick, sucking even harder, letting the thick shaft disappear into his face, the tip of his nose mashing right into the sweaty curls of Kyle’s bush. It was filthy, and so fucking good.

Then he felt Dawson’s hand wrap around his own shaft, pumping it slowly, jerking him off while he sucked Kyle.

Jaron groaned. It was a sound from deep in his gut.

He took Kyle deeper, letting the guy really face fuck him. He let his lips go slack and just let Kyle’s thrusts set the pace. He gagged again, and this time, the sensation sent a jolt up his spine and straight into his cock. He braced his hands on Kyle’s thighs and guided the rhythm, bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft.

Kyle started to get more wild. He gripped Jaron’s head, not hard but confident, feeding his cock in and out of Jaron’s mouth. Every time Jaron pulled off, spit and pre-cum dripped everywhere.

Jaron glanced down and saw Dawson’s hand stroking his cock, Dawson’s face just inches from his nutsack, tongue lapping at the space between his balls and his hole. Jaron spread his legs even wider, inviting Dawson to tongue-fuck his ass while Kyle used his mouth.

Jaron was just a mess of sensation at this point. His cock was slick with spit and Dawson’s hand, his hole was being rimmed so hard it almost felt like Dawson was trying to climb inside him, and Kyle’s big cock was filling his mouth, heavy and leaking and hot.

And then, all at once, everything started to build. There was no stopping it.

Dawson kept stroking him, squeezing the shaft head, twisting his fist, working him just right. Jaron’s balls tightened, close to release. He felt it in his spine, his thighs, his toes. It was like his entire body was wound up tighter than it had ever been.

Kyle’s moans got louder. He started fucking Jaron’s mouth harder, pushing the cock all the way to the back every time, letting the slick head dip right into his throat. Jaron gagged and drooled and loved every second of it.

Dawson’s voice was low: “You ready to cum for us, J? I want to watch you shoot your fucking load.”

Jaron couldn’t even speak. He was so focused on the cock in his mouth, the tongue on his hole, and the hand around on his own shaft. He sucked Kyle’s cock like it was the only thing that mattered.

Kyle started to lose it. “Dude, I’m getting real close… where do you want it?”

Jaron popped off the cock, gasping, and looked up at him. “I want you to cum in my fucking mouth, man.”

Kyle grinned, sweat on his brow, eyes locked on Jaron’s face. He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the glossy head, and shoved it between Jaron’s lips.

Jaron sucked hard, cheeks hollowing out, hand gripping the base, Dawson’s hand never leaving his own cock, working him faster and faster. The pressure in his balls building.

And then it happened.

Jaron’s body locked up. His cock jerked inside Dawson’s grip. He exploded, cum spraying up in thick, creamy ropes all over his own stomach and t-shirt. The first blast hit at his chest, the next streaked up toward his neck. He could hear Dawson’s laugh, full of awe and raw arousal, as he kept milking Jaron’s cock, squeezing every glob out onto his skin.

At the same moment, Kyle let out a yell, his thighs trembling. His cock pulsed in Jaron’s mouth, and then hot, sticky jets of cum filled shot down his throat, flooding over his tongue and into his stomach. The taste was strong, a wild surge of salt and something hard to describe. Jaron swallowed as much as he could, not letting go of the shaft, just pumping and sucking, milking every drop from the fat cockhead as Kyle groaned and bucked against his face.

But then Jaron felt Dawson’s tongue go wild on his hole, lapping at the mess that had dripped from his cumshot, and suddenly Dawson groaned loud, pumping his cock with his own fist.

Jaron looked down at his best friend, eyes wild with anticipation. “D, get up here shoot your load right at my face. I wanna see it. I wanna taste your cum, bro.”

Dawson moved quickly, stepping up onto the couch and directing his cock at Jaron’s face. His body went taut, chest and abs flexing as he stroked himself. “Fuck… J… here it comes…!” He leaned in, aiming straight at Jaron’s face, just like he was told.

And then, as Dawson jerked his own cock hard, Jaron closed his eyes and the first rope of his buddy’s hot cum painted him right across the chin and the lips. The next shot hit Jaron on the cheek and dripped down onto his tongue. Dawson moaned, the sound almost a yell, and kept pumping, squeezing every drop out his fat cock. Jaron opened his mouth wider, sticking out his tongue to catch more of the jizz as it splattered wet and sticky across his lips and jaw.

It was nasty as hell, and Jaron fucking loved it. He licked up what hit his mouth, savoring the taste of Dawson, knowing his face looked totally wrecked.

“Goddamn, bro… that’s a fuck ton of cum…” he said, wiping his chin and licking his fingers clean.

Dawson just laughed, his body still shaking from the force of his orgasm. Jaron wiped his chin, cum streaked across his lips and down his neck. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The taste of both Kyle and Dawson lingered in his mouth, and he was fucking obsessed with it.

He pulled Kyle in first, their mouths crashing together in a sloppy, wet kiss. Jaron tasted himself on Kyle’s tongue, the salt and sweat of their bodies mixing with cum and scents of their crotches. It was raw and dirty and perfect. Kyle groaned, wrapping a hand around the back of Jaron’s neck, pulling him even closer as they licked into each other’s mouths, sloppy and greedy. For a moment, it wasn’t even clear whose spit or whose jizz was whose, just bodies and tongues and lust

Dawson leaned in, barely waiting for them to break apart, and went straight for Jaron’s lips. Their faces mashed together. Jaron’s lips were slick with Kyle’s jizz, and he could feel Dawson’s tongue cleaning it up, sucking and moaning at the taste. Jaron kissed him back, still hungry, still savoring all of the flavors he was tasting.

Kyle didn’t want to be left out. He shoved between them, mouths and noses bumping, and suddenly they were all three kissing each other at once, mouths open, tongues tangling together.

Dawson was the first break from their kiss, his lips glistening. He watched as Kyle kissed his best friend and when they were done, he wiped a bead of cum off Jaron’s cheek with his thumb.

“You aren’t even ready,” he said, looking straight at Jaron with a gleam in his eye, “for what we have planned for the sequel.”

Jaron grinned, pulling Dawson in for another kiss. When they broke their kiss, Jaron said, “Thank you for this. But can we please all go take a shower?”

The Day After Christmas

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READ PART 3: CUMMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

READ PART 2: IN BETWEEN THANKSGIVING AND CHRISTMAS

READ PART 1: A MOUTHFUL ON THANKSGIVING (Free to read.)

It was the day after Christmas and Jaron woke up to the sound of his dad’s voice echoing through the house. His entire family was buzzing with the energy of people who were preparing to leave on a weekend trip to dad’s boss’s cabin. His youngest sister was running around looking everywhere for her snow boots. His mother was barking orders at his brother to pack chargers, iPads, and gloves. And his dad was shuffling grocery bags, beer, and other supplies into the back of the SUV. Jaron observed all of it as it happened around him. He was chillin’ in the living room, nursing his coffee. He was thanking God that he didn’t have to go on vacation with his family.

As he watched his parents and siblings prepare to leave, Jaron was also wound up tight with thoughts of his weekend alone. Every thought felt alive and on fire. Just thinking about getting to hangout with Dawson again made him horny as hell, his mind overwhelmed with thoughts about what might happen.

“Jaron!” barked his father, “we’re heading out in ten. Remember to lock up when you leave the house. No parties. And if you have a friend over, don’t fucking burn the place down. And for the love of God, clean up after yourself. Okay?”

Jaron grunted a “yeah, yeah, I will, Dad” and then he watched as his family left out the front door. His mom kissed him goodbye, his sister punched him in the arm, and then—for a split second—all that was left was the sound of the car pulling away. Then, just like that, the house was quiet. Dead quiet. Jaron’s cock stiffened in his sweats.

He stood up, dropped his coffee mug in the dishwasher, and headed to the bathroom to piss. As he stood at the toilet, he texted Dawson: “I’m home alone until Monday. Wanna hang?”

Dawson replied fast: “sweeeet. i’ll be there in an hour.”

Jaron responded: “bring some shorts if you’re up for shooting some hoops. and stay overnight if you want.”

Dawson: “sounds good! cant wait”

Jaron felt his cock twitch. There was no way either of them was going to last five minutes playing a game of one-on-one without getting hard.

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For the next hour, Jaron couldn’t focus on anything except Dawson getting. He straightened up the house, ran a load of laundry, made his bed, then immediately sat on it and played with himself for a minute. He let go of his crotch and looked out his bedroom window every 30 seconds, checking to see if Dawson’s beat-up old Chevy had pulled up into the driveway yet.

When he finally heard the familiar sound of tires crunching over the gravel, he jogged down the stairs and opened the garage door. Dawson didn’t even wait for the garage door to finish lifting before he ducked under it, carrying his gym bag and grinning. Jaron grinned as he hit the button and closed the garage door. “Hey dude,” he said, still smiling, “about fucking time you got here.”\

Dawson shook his head. “ I’m only 11 minutes late.” The handsome 19-year old was wearing basketball shorts and a tank top under a puffy jacket, and his pale thighs were peeking out under the mesh. Jaron’s cock stirred just seeing his friend, which he knew was dumb, but there was no fighting it.

“You ready for me to dominate you?” Jaron said, bouncing the basketball with a hand.

“Are we talking about ball or fucking?” Dawson said, shrugging playfully.

“Why do we have to choose one or the other?” Jaron approached Dawson and put his arms around him. They hugged. Dawson wanted to kiss Jaron. Jaron wanted that too. But they didn’t.

The two moved to the backyard where Jaron’s hoop was set up and they started shooting around. At first, it was the same as it always was. Jaron made fun of Dawson’s jump shot, Dawson called Jaron a try-hard, and they both took cheap shots at each other’s defense. But pretty soon, Jaron was noticing a lot of other things. He noticed how tight Dawson’s ass looked in the shorts he was wearing. He noticed how when his buddy reached up for a rebound, he could see his dirty-blond pubes popping out from the top of his shorts. Jaron’s mouth watered.

By the time they got to one-on-one, both of them were sweaty, breath coming in hard. Dawson faked Jaron out and went for a lay-up, his shirt riding up and revealing his abs.

“God, you’re a fucking tease,” Jaron muttered without even thinking. “Even when you’re not trying to be one.”

Dawson laughed hard. “How do you know it’s not on purpose?” He put his hands behind his head. “Besides, how else am I going to win against you unless I distract you?” He glanced down at the crotch of his opponent. “And, to my credit, it seems to be working.”

Jaron looked down, and sure enough, his cock was tenting the mesh of his basketball short so obviously it looked like a third leg. Jaron rolled his and smirked. “I’m not the only one who’s distracted here.”

Dawson stepped closer, and Jaron stared at his friend’s bulge straining the front of his shorts, too. There was a silent moment before they both just lost it, laughing, neither of them pretending like this didn’t turn them on.

“Let’s finish the game,” Jaron said, shaking dirty thoughts from his mind. “But the loser must take a full-body naked selfie and send it to the winner.”

“Fucking deal,” said Dawson, a sly smile forming on his face.

Jaron won. But his victory was not as big as he thought that it should be, especially considering he’d played ball in high school and Dawson hadn’t. By the time the game was over, they were both out of breath and dripping with sweat. They went inside, dropping their shoes and tanks by the shoe rack, both wearing nothing but shorts and socks. As soon as they stepped inside, the warmth of the heated house felt gross against their already sweaty skin.

Jaron looked at Dawson, giving him a knowing expression.

“What?” said Dawson.

“I think you owe me something.” Jaron smiled, walking into the bathroom.

As soon as Dawson could he hear Jaron’s piss hitting the toilet, he got out his phone and snapped a quick shot of himself in the entryway mirror, shorts tugged down just enough to make his big pale cock visible. He immediately sent it to Jaron, who replied by snapping a pic of him pissing, his length dark, slick at the tip. “Goddamn, that’s a huge dick,” Dawson said, shaking his head.

Jaron walked out of the bathroom, a big grin on his face, not hiding his pride. “I bet you can’t wait to get your mouth around this.” He grabbed a handful of his junk, looking at Dawson.

“I cannot wait, but I also need some food first. If I suck you off right now, I’ll probably pass out.”

“Totally cool. I’m hungry, too.”

They ordered food, way more than they needed, and then they ate it while watching ESPN and texting each other even though they were sitting three feet apart on Jaron’s couch. Every text was a message, filled with innuendo.

The sexual tension between them was growing, ebbing and flowing, but never going away. Every text, glance, conversation worked as a tease, a dare, a challenge. And they both knew exactly where it was going.

After dinner, the pair lounged around the living room, still talking trash and sending each other stupid memes, but neither of them was really focused on the TV. Every couple of seconds, Jaron would look up and catch Dawson blatantly eying his crotch. Sometimes Dawson would pull on his own shorts, rolling the waist lower, flashing more of his soft abs and the pale line of hair down to his cock.

When it got dark outside, Jaron looked out through the sliding door and the hot tub on the deck. It was calling to him.

“Hey, you wanna hit the hot tub, man?” he asked, pretending to be casual.

Dawson’s eyes went wide. “Fuck yeah, dude. I’ve been hoping we could get in it.”

“Let’s do it,” Jaron said, already feeling his cock thicken just at the idea.

They both stripped down to their boxers in the living room, no longer pretending to be shy. Jaron watched as Dawson’s cock flexed inside the fabric, big and leaking into a dark spot at the front. Jaron peeled his own boxer briefs off, letting his cock slap up against his body, already throbbing and standing tall, and he just grabbed a towel and headed for the deck.

Outside, the night slapped them with a surge of frigid cold, but it was only a ten-second sprint across the deck to get to the steaming, bubbling water. Even in the dark, the patio lights glowed across the surface, making the air look tinted with gray. There was something wild about standing outside, naked except for a thin towel, both of them rock hard, nothing between them anymore.

Dawson yanked his boxers down, letting his white cock bounce upward, his balls swinging low in the winter air. He grinned at Jaron’s stare.

“Fuck, you have a perfect dick, dude. I want to eat it up right now.”

Dawson climbed into the hot tub, moaning as the heat hit his skin. He dropped his ass onto one of the seats and sprawled his legs apart, arms stretched out.

Jaron followed, sliding into the pool next to his best friend, feeling the water swirl between his legs, jolt his cock and nuts. For a second, he just let the heat soak into his bones, watching the steam rise up around them, both of their cocks sticking straight up under the water.

Dawson leaned over, voice husky. “So, remind me… have you always a horny bastard?” He nodded down toward Jaron’s dick, which was standing hard as a baseball bat.

Jaron shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. And since we’re asking questions—have you always been hot for your best friend or is this something new?”

“I’ve always thought you were hot. But I don’t think I was free enough until recently to let my mind sexualize those thoughts.”

Jaron laughed and ran a hand down his abs, making a show of stretching back so that his dick arched up out of the water, droplets clinging to its length. “Well, I’m happy you got free then.”

And then, because there was no reason to wait, no one to stop him, Jaron reached out, grabbing Dawson’s hard white cock under the water.

He felt the heat of it, the way it throbbed in his grip, and it made his own cock pulse so hard it almost hurt.

Dawson stared, eyes wide, chest rising and falling. “Shit, dude—your hand feels so fucking good.”

Jaron just curled his palm around the shaft, letting his thumb swirl over and around the head, feeling its hardness and also how soft it was. Dawson started panting now, his mouth open, and he didn’t do anything to stop Jaron from stroking him, slow and steady, jacking him off under the water like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You ever circle-jerk with any of your college buds?” Dawson asked, his ass shifting on the seat, trying to thrust up into Jaron’s hand.

“Never. Yours is the only dick I’ve ever touched except my own.”

Dawson smiled, lips wet and red. “You’re a natural, man. I’ll take this over a blow-up pool toy any day.”

Jaron’s cock bobbed harder in the bubbles. “You want to stroke mine, too?”

Dawson didn’t answer, at least, not with words. He reached under the foam and wrapped his fingers around Jaron’s shaft, marveling at how thick it was, at how it took his whole hand to even make a dent in it.

Hot damn, he was so hard it throbbed. The touch made Jaron’s abs flex, made his hips buck sloppily up out of the water.

The two stroked each other, slow at first, then with more neediness, more curiosity. The bubbles gurgled around them, and in the pool’s blue light, it felt like they were the only ones in the world.

An intense hunger throbbed through Jaron’s entire body, so powerful that it made his thighs and even his jaw tense up. It wasn’t just the hot tub, or the water, or all the damn sexting—or maybe it was all of it at once—but the truth was he had never in his life felt an urge to get his hands, his lips, his everything on another person like this. He just wanted Dawson, needed to taste him, touch him, be as close as the molecules in his skin would allow. The urge wasn’t even really sexual at first—it was something wilder than that, something that kind of scared Jaron with how huge it was.

He reached across the few inches of water between them and grabbed Dawson by the back of the neck, and then, before he could even second-guess himself, he pulled his face in and kissed him, hard and deep and messy as hell.

Dawson moaned into his mouth like he’d been dreaming of Jaron doing exactly that. Jaron could feel the throb of Dawson’s cock under the water, bumping into his own, and then their lips were just mashed together, not even caring how desperate they looked. Jaron grabbed Dawson by the jaw, squeezing his mouth open so he could really taste him. Dawson’s tongue slid against his and then, fuck, it was game over. They were breathing each other, making out so rough that it was almost like a fight, pushing and pulling and grinding their torsos together in unison.

There was nothing sweet or gentle about it. Jaron’s lips just dominated Dawson’s, bruising him with hunger, biting at Dawson’s lip, sucking on it, then shoving their faces together again. For a split second, Jaron let his lips wander off Dawson’s mouth and up his cheek and jaw, tasting the faintness of his sweat and the clean scent underneath. Dawson trembled, his fingers digging into Jaron’s biceps, nails scratching down the slope of his arms onto his chest, then raking across his wet pecs.

Jaron was shivering now, even though the night was full of heat. His cock was pressed to Dawson’s under the water, bodies banging together in a slow, grinding rhythm. He growled something ugly and wordless into Dawson’s mouth, wanting to devour him, and then Dawson let out a long, desperate moan. There was nothing in the world except the feel of Dawson’s hands roaming, the two cocks pinched together between their bellies, the clouds of steam around their faces.

Finally, Jaron broke the kiss, both of them panting, lips swollen and shining with spit.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jaron said, voice thick.

Dawson laughed, but it was not a shy sound. “Not as hot as you. Fuck, man, I wanna touch you everywhere, I mean it.” He put both palms on Jaron’s abs, the muscles flexing under the pressure, then slid his hands up to Jaron’s chest, thumbing over his dark nipples.

“God,” Dawson breathed, as if the words were being forced out of him, “you’ve got the best fucking body I’ve ever seen. I could kiss you for, like, ever.”

It was an awkward, beautiful thing to say, and Jaron didn’t know what to do except grin and kiss him again, this time slower. He let his hands slide down to Dawson’s quads, squeezing the thick muscle there, thumb tracing a line up toward the root of Dawson’s cock. Dawson shuddered, his dick furiously hard under the surface.

For a minute, neither of them said anything. They just explored. Jaron’s hands glided over Dawson’s sides, around his ribs, up to his shoulders and down to his wrist, absorbing the feel of his skin, the heat inside. He let his fingers follow the faint line of hair on Dawson’s belly, down toward his cock, which was throbbing heavy in the water. Jaron wrapped his fist around it and squeezed, making Dawson gasp and buck his hips.

“Holy shit…” Dawson choked, “Dude, you’re gonna make me cum just from kissing you and… fuck, keep doing that…”

Jaron grinned, then started stroking him, just the way he would his own dick, except he was gentler, more curious, wanting Dawson to last. Dawson copied him, grabbing Jaron’s shaft and pumping it slow and strong.

They kept at it, their hands and mouths never stopping, kissing between every squeeze and tug. Jaron liked seeing Dawson’s chest shake with each stroke, liked the flares of lust and happiness in his eyes. He liked that they could just let go, there in the backyard, surrounded by nothing but the night and each other’s need.

Eventually, the water started to get too hot, and. Jaron pulled away. “I’m gonna get out and rinse off. You coming?”

Dawson nodded, and both boys stood up out of the tub together, hot water spilling off their young naked bodies. The cold air hit them instantly, but it didn’t matter. They were both so wound up, it felt perfect. Jaron grabbed Dawson’s wrist and led him over to the outside shower. As soon as Jaron turned the knob, warm water jetted over their bare bodies, steam rising up all around.

They just stood there, inches apart, water slicking their skin. Jaron stared at the way it ran over Dawson’s neck and hair, down his chest and thighs, making his cock look thicker. Without even thinking about it, Jaron reached for Dawson’s dick again, pumping it. Dawson let his head fall back, moaning softly.

“You’re a fucking animal,” Dawson said, laughing, pushing his hips into Jaron’s hand. “You make my body feel so fucking good.”

Jaron said nothing. He just squeezed his friend’s shaft, letting his thumb flick over the tip.

Dawson reached down and grabbed Jaron’s balls, rolling them in his palm, thumb kneading them gently. It made Jaron’s knees nearly buckle. He was honestly afraid he’d bust a nut right there on the deck.

They showered each other off, hands soapy, lingering on every body part. Jaron washed Dawson’s hair, then brushed his lips against Dawson’s ear. Dawson soaped up Jaron’s chest and arms, his fingers deliberately circling both nipples, then lower, over his abs, until he was just openly stroking Jaron’s cock again, watching with pleasure as it leaked and pulsed under his fist.

After a while, the need got so sharp it almost hurt. Jaron turned off the water, snatched a pair of towels off the porch, and slung one to Dawson. They both towel-dried fast, not even trying to hide their hard-ons, then bolted inside. Once inside Jaron’s house, they fumbled down the hallway, half-laughing, still damp, towels barely doing their job. Jaron could feel his own cock bobbing with every step, slick and ready to blow at the lightest touch.

He led Dawson to his bedroom. As soon as he walked into his dimly lit room, Jaron dropped his towel and shoved Dawson, grinning, onto the edge of his unmade bed.

“Bend over,” Jaron said, the words coming out so forceful he almost didn’t recognize himself. “Face-down, ass up, D. Just like that, yeah.”

Dawson laughed low and dirty, but without a split second of hesitation he did it, bending his perfect pale body over the blankets, bracing his arms and letting his smooth ass stick up in the air. Jaron gripped Dawson by the hips and leaned in, kissing the small of his back, then biting it. He let his lips follow the line of Dawson’s spine, tasting sweat, heat, a little taste of chlorine or soap, but mostly Dawson.

He couldn’t stop. He wanted more of Dawson’s skin. He kissed lower, sucking at the soft skin of his friend’s cheeks, licking at them, even biting down so that Dawson yelped.

Jaron stared at the pucker of Dawson’s hole, so pink and hairless, and his own cock twitched at the sight. He wanted to eat it. He wanted it in his mouth. He wanted to make Dawson lose his mind.

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But then, before he could even get on his knees and worship, Dawson turned his head and looked up at Jaron, eyes full of a stubborn, seductive hunger.

“No, I’m eat your ass. I need my face in between your ass cheeks.”

Jaron didn’t even blink. “I fucking need your face in my ass, D.”

Dawson rolled over, spread his arms, and beckoned Jaron up. “Then get up here and let me eat your fucking hole.”

Jaron stepped forward, cock bobbing, balls heavy and swinging, then put his knee up onto the mattress and straddled Dawson’s chest, his ass facing his friend’s mouth. The position was obscene. He could feel the heat of Dawson’s breath right on his hole.

Dawson gripped Jaron by the hips, fingers digging into the muscle there, and then, with no hesitation at all, he dove his face straight into Jaron’s crack.

The feeling was instant and overwhelming. Dawson’s tongue hit Jaron’s hole, hot and wet, licking straight up the rim and circling around it. Jaron’s whole body jerked, both from surprise and sheer pleasure. He arched his back, grinding his ass down against Dawson’s mouth.

Dawson was a fucking beast. He spit right onto Jaron’s hole, then licked it up, then spit again, so it got slick and wet and he could tongue-fuck it even deeper. He made little moaning noises every now and then, letting Jaron feel just how nasty he was getting for it. Dawson buried his face, nose mashed deep in Jaron’s taint, tongue probing and flicking, then flattening and sucking.

Jaron gasped. It was almost too much, the sensation clear up his spine and out to his fingertips. He reached down and jerked his own cock as Dawson devoured his ass, feeling every drag of the slick tongue like an electric shock through his body.

“Fuck, bro, your tongue feels unreal…” Jaron moaned, losing all sense of pride. “Yeah, eat that fucking hole, D. Spit on it, suck on it, do whatever you want to it…”

Dawson’s hands crept up and started groping Jaron’s asscheeks, spreading them wider, making the hole stretch just a bit with every probe of his tongue. He worked slow at first, licking around the rim, then faster, almost like he was making out with it, sucking hard enough that Jaron could actually hear the noise it made every time he let go.

“God, you taste so good,” Dawson groaned, and then he dug in harder, tongue swirling and poking, spit everywhere. He licked the edges, then shoved the tip inside Jaron’s ass, fucking him with his tongue.

Jaron lost control of his hips, grinding down, making Dawson’s face take all of it. There was nothing in the world except the obscene pleasure of that mouth on his hole.

Dawson licked lower, lapping at Jaron’s balls, sucking both nuts into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue, moaning like he couldn’t get enough. It made Jaron’s cock foam pre all over the blankets. Out of nowhere, the memory of what Dawson’s ass tasted like hit him, and the thought made Jaron’s dick throb even harder.

After a while, Dawson pulled his mouth away, breathing heavy, spit glistening on his lips. His hands still gripped Jaron’s ass.

“I really want to fuck you, Jaron,” Dawson said. “I want to feel my cock push inside you so fucking bad right now, man.”

Jaron’s mind blanked out for a second, then came back with nothing but pure want. He wanted it too. He wanted to be fucked, needed it even more than he’d realized.

“Yeah,” Jaron said, voice so deep and dirty it didn’t sound like him anymore. “I want that too, man. I want you to shove that big cock in me and destroy my hole.”

Dawson’s eyes went wide with delight, locked on Jaron’s face and then darting to his ass and back again, as if he couldn’t decide which part of him to devour first. For a second, neither of them moved or said anything; it was just two dudes, naked except for sheets of sweat and the wildness in their breath, craving each other in a way that neither of them had really let themselves crave before.

Jaron felt the rawness of the moment in every inch of his skin. He felt it in the burning heat of his cheeks, in how his cock flexed and drooled all over his thigh, in the anticipation that made his whole body jittery and tense. He had never done this before. He didn’t know what it would be like to have another man’s cock inside him, but he knew for sure that he wasn’t afraid of it, not when it was Dawson, not when his body felt this wrecked with want.

Dawson slid across the mattress, sitting up behind him. There was no hesitation in the way his hands found Jaron, gripping his hips with the same greed he’d just used to devour his ass. Jaron shivered, feeling Dawson’s fingers dig into his skin, feeling his friend’s hot breath on the small of his back.

“Get on all fours for me, dude,” Dawson rasped, his voice so rough it sounded more like a growl than a request.

Jaron didn’t say anything back, just let out a helpless little moan and did as he was told, planting both knees on the bed and bracing his hands on the sheets. He arched his back, putting his ass in the air, and the second he did, it was like every nerve in his body went bright and hot with anticipation. He felt cool air on the sweat slicking his skin, and, fuck, he felt how open and vulnerable he was with his hole just there, waiting. He didn’t even try to hide it. He wanted Dawson to see him like this.

Dawson knelt behind him, and, for a second, it felt like time slowed down. Jaron felt the first breath of Dawson’s nose right on his crack, then felt the warm press of his hands, spreading his cheeks apart. Dawson moaned softly, the kind of sound that was more animal than word, and then he spat directly on Jaron’s hole, making it slippery and glistening. Jaron’s whole body jerked at the feeling. It was filthy, but God, it was good.

Dawson started working again, this time with more intent than before. He pressed his face straight into Jaron’s ass, greedily licking over the spit, tongue swirling hard and fast over the pucker, lapping it up like it was the only meal he’d ever wanted. Jaron pressed his face into the sheets, feeling every drag and twist of Dawson’s tongue like a jolt of electricity up his spine.

Dawson spat again, smearing it in with his tongue, then pushing his slick finger up against the brown, wrinkled rim. He circled it, soft at first, maybe even careful, but every time he did, Jaron couldn’t help but roll his hips back, grinding his hole straight against the tip of Dawson’s finger, shameless and greedy for more.

“You want this, don’t you?” Dawson said, voice full of awe and lust at the same time. “You fucking crave my cock inside you?”

Jaron nodded, almost unable to form sensible thoughts. “I need you in my ass right fucking now, D. Give it to me, man.”

Dawson smiled at the desperation in friend’s voice. “Fuck, I will, J. I’m gonna give you all of it.”

Dawson pressed his finger a little harder. The tight ring resisted for a second and then, with a tiny pop, the tip slid inside. It was a weird, stretching feeling that made Jaron’s cock twitch like crazy, precum leaking out of him in slick globs. Dawson worked his finger slowly, letting Jaron get used to it, twisting, pushing deeper, then pulling back out to swirl spit and make it even messier. He added a second finger, spitting again, and then worked both into the hole, scissoring them gently, stretching Jaron open.

The sensation was insane. Nothing had ever felt like this, not even close. It was a weird mix of pressure and slippery heat, a building tension that made every muscle in Jaron’s body clench and tremble. And it didn’t even hurt; it was more like a crazy urge to feel more of it, to push back so hard he’d swallow those fingers all the way up to Dawson’s knuckles. Jaron moaned into the sheets, fucking himself on Dawson’s fingers. It was embarrassing how needy he was for it, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be used, filled, split open by his best friend’s cock.

Dawson finally pulled his fingers out, and the sudden emptiness made Jaron whimper. His hole pulsed at the open air, pink and wet and obviously hungry for something bigger. Jaron didn’t have to wait long. He felt the blunt head of Dawson’s cock, hot and slick with lube, pressing right against his entrance.

“Here we go dude,” Dawson whispered, both hands braced on Jaron’s hips. “Tell me if you want me to stop. Or if you want it slower.”

“Don’t stop,” Jaron begged, pushing his hips back onto the cockhead. “I want all of it. Just give it to me D. I can take it. Just do it.”

Dawson lined up, spit dripping off his chin, then pressed forward. The tip of his cock wedged against Jaron’s hole, stretching it wider than the fingers had. The pressure built, crazy and sharp. For a split second, nothing happened. Then, with a gasp and a jolt, the fat head of Dawson’s cock punched through.

The pain was hot, sharp enough to make Jaron choke out a squeal. His brain went blank for a second, overruled by the fullness, the sting, the crazy rawness of being split open for the very first time. He clamped his fists on the sheets, jaw clenched, every muscle locking down.

“Fuck…” Jaron groaned, “God, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Dawson froze. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even breathe.

“You okay, man?” he asked, voice shaky, full of something like fear and reverence at the same time. “Too much?”

“No, don’t stop,” Jaron managed. He tried to take another breath, fighting the burn. “Holy shit, your cock is so fucking thick. Just… give me a second. Let me get used to it…”

Dawson’s hands slid up to Jaron’s lower back, stroking him, firm and gentle at the same time.

“I got you, bro. I’m not going anywhere.”

The seconds ticked by. The pain slowly faded, replaced by a weird, quivering pressure. And under that, there was something else—a humming, low pleasure building somewhere deep in his belly, just waiting to break loose. He relaxed, forcing his muscles to unlock, pushing his hips back, letting more of the cock slide in.

“Go deeper,” Jaron said, voice hoarse and steady.

Dawson obeyed. He pressed his hips forward, driving his shaft inch by inch into the heat of Jaron’s hole. Jaron felt every bump and ridge of it, the way it stretched him wider than he thought possible, making him feel totally owned from the inside out. Dawson kept pushing, steady and controlled, until his pubes were mashed up against Jaron’s ass and there was nothing left between them but skin.

Jaron could hardly breathe. He was so full it felt like his whole body was split in half, dragged open with pleasure and intensity, but it was perfect. It was everything he hadn’t known he wanted. He glanced over his own shoulder, just to see Dawson’s face, just to see what it looked like when a dude fucked his best friend’s ass. The sight made his cock jump.

Dawson looked like he was in heaven. His eyes were wide, hair sweaty and wild, biting his bottom lip as he stared down at where his cock vanished into Jaron’s body. He didn’t say anything, but there was a reverence in his stare, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“God, Jaron, you look so fucking good getting wrecked on my cock,” Dawson whispered, voice trembling. “You were born to take it, dude. You’re fucking perfect.”

Jaron couldn’t help but moan at the words. He let his body go limp, let the pleasure start to lap over the pain, let himself become nothing but hole and heat and want.

Dawson started to move then. He pulled back a couple inches, which sent another sharp, hot jolt through Jaron’s body, then eased back in. The first thrusts were careful, shallow, just enough to let both of them get used to the sensation. But even then, the motion was everything. Jaron couldn’t believe how good it felt to have something inside him, dragging over that place inside, making his cock flex and leak all over his abs, untouched.

Soon, the urge for more took over. With every stroke, Jaron could feel himself loosening up, the pain melting, the pleasure sharpening, bright and hungry.

“D, you can go harder, man, I promise. I want you to fuck me for real…”

Dawson didn’t need to be told twice. He started slamming forward, pulling his cock almost all the way out before shoving it back in. His hips slapped against Jaron’s ass, every impact sending waves of sensation through Jaron’s whole body. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelch of lube and spit, the raw sweaty stink of their bodies.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, yeah, fuck me, D,” Jaron grunted, his voice nothing like he’d ever heard it, desperate and needy and full of raw, unfiltered pleasure. “Oh my God, your cock is so fucking good inside me…”

Dawson just growled, and he gripped Jaron’s hips even tighter, using him as leverage to fuck harder. Every time his cock slammed home, Jaron’s whole body lit up with tingles and need. It didn’t even feel like fucking anymore—it felt like getting devoured, claimed.

It was more intense than anything Jaron had ever felt, every ounce of his focus boiling down to what was happening in his ass. It didn’t matter what he’d thought about this before, didn’t matter if it made sense, didn’t matter if it was wild or filthy or wrong. None of it mattered except how fucking amazing Dawson’s cock felt, how much Jaron wanted it, how good it was to just give himself over to it.

He started to lose sense of time. There was just a blur of sensations: the slap of Dawson’s balls on his taint, the way Dawson’s hands raked up and down his sides, the endless, pounding stretch of his asshole as it took inch after inch. Jaron’s own cock hung heavy beneath him, leaking pre like crazy. Every time Dawson bottomed out, something inside Jaron sparked and popped—a white-hot bliss that made his limbs shake.

“D… dude, I can’t even… I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep this up… I swear to God I’m gonna blow…”

Dawson leaned over Jaron’s back, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his hip, putting his weight into every thrust.

“Do it, bro. Cum for me. I want you to cum with my cock buried in your ass. Fuck, Jaron, you’re so fucking hot, taking it like a pro…”

The words pushed Jaron over the edge. He fisted his own cock, pumping it just once, maybe twice, and at that point everything inside him just exploded.

He came so hard he thought his brain melted. With a strangled yelp, cum shot out of his cock like white bullets, splattering over the sheets. His whole body locked and jerked, pleasure crashing through him, tingles everywhere, his ass clenching tight around Dawson’s dick.

Dawson gasped, his fingers digging deep into Jaron’s hips. He sounded lost in some kind of erotic trance—not even pretending to hold back anymore. He slammed his cock all the way inside, every muscle in his body straining, sweating, as he pounded Jaron’s hole with everything he had left. He was crazy for it, completely obsessed with the feeling, and the way Jaron’s ass squeezed around his cock made him grunt and whimper like an animal.

“God, fuck, your hole is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” Dawson groaned into the dark, voice trembling. His shaft pistoned in and out of Jaron’s body, stretching him wide, filling him up over and over. Every time his balls slapped Jaron’s ass, Dawson jerked harder, chasing the promise of release.

Jaron could barely breathe. Each thrust lit him up from the inside, a spark that made his toes curl and his cock pulse and his ass squeeze down on Dawson’s shaft like it was trying to milk every last drop from him. He was still leaking cum onto the sheets, his world spinning with the aftershocks of orgasm, but the relentless pounding just kept him buzzing. He didn’t care about anything else. Nothing else felt real except Dawson’s cock in his ass.

Dawson suddenly gripped Jaron’s shoulders, yanked him back so their bodies smacked together. His breath was hot on the back of Jaron’s neck. “You feel so fucking good, bro. You were fucking born to take my load.”

That did something to Jaron’s brain. The words. The pure need in them. The way Dawson just couldn’t hold back anymore. Jaron arched his back for him and pushed his ass straight back on Dawson’s cock, offering himself up for more. “Don’t stop, D. I want all of your fucking cum inside me. Give it to me.”

That was more than enough. Dawson rammed his cock as deep as it would go, and then held it there, buried to the hilt. His whole body jerked, his thighs went tight, and he let out a yell that barely sounded human. His cock pulsed inside Jaron’s hole, and then the first scalding hot shot of cum exploded out of him, flooding Jaron’s guts. Dawson convulsed, mouth open, eyes glazed, hips working in tiny desperate jolts as he unloaded his whole load, pulse after pulse.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming… I’m cumming in your ass, Jaron,” Dawson whimpered, hands locked tight on Jaron’s body, holding him in place through the entire orgasm. His cock twitched, balls emptying, seed pushing impossibly deep.

Jaron felt the heat of it, the stretch, the insane fullness, and another shiver ripped through him. It was filthy. It was raw. But he loved it so much it almost made him want to cry. All he could do was squeeze down on the thick cock, milking more of Dawson’s pleasure, whimpering through the wild afterglow.

Dawson collapsed over Jaron’s back, their skin sticky and hot. His breath was shaky and ragged with wild pleasure-filled exhaustion.

Dawson smiled, slow and lazy, his hand sliding down Jaron’s slippery back to cup his ass. “I fucking love that your load is inside me,” he whispered, voice thick with pride and wonder. He gave Jaron’s cheek a little squeeze, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Like, seriously, dude, I can feel every part of you. It’s fucking insane.”

Jaron shuddered, his body still humming, chest heaving as he came down from the high. For a few seconds he couldn’t even find words. He just let it be quiet, let the warm afterglow stretch between them like something sacred. He turned his head, searching out Dawson’s eyes, needing to see him up close.

“Hey, D?” he said, voice rougher than he meant. “I want to tell you something.”

Dawson’s eyes were wide and soft, all blue and gentle. “What is it?”

Jaron felt like he was about to jump out of his own skin. He swallowed, then leaned in until their foreheads touched.

“I think I’m falling for you.”

A beat of silence hung in the space between them. Then came the smallest, truest smile Jaron had ever seen.

“I know I’m falling for you, Jaron.”

For a second, Jaron just stared at Dawson, the sound of his words echoing through every cell in his body. He was sure his heart was about to rip straight through his chest. He couldn’t speak, not right away, not when Dawson’s face looked like that, cheeks streaked with sweat and tears and cum, eyes wet and wide and impossibly blue. Jaron leaned in and pulled Dawson’s sticky body right up against his, every inch of their sweat-and-cum-covered skin mashed together, so close there was nothing left between them but heat and pressure and the messiness of their sex.

Jaron wrapped his arms around Dawson’s back and just held on tight. He could feel the wild hammer of Dawson’s heartbeat. He felt Dawson’s cock, soft now, pressed against his own spent shaft. Everything was still slick and sweaty and filthy. Their chests were smeared with cum, and the sheets were damp with it, and it should have felt gross but it didn’t at all. It was perfect. It was everything Jaron had ever wanted and more.

Cumming Home for Christmas

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Jaron caught the first bus home, headphones blasting, staring out the window and watching the snowy landscapes go by, thinking about finally getting to see Dawson again.

He texted Dawson the second he made it back to their hometown: “almost home. u wanna hang tmrw night?”

Dawson: “fuck yes. my folks are in miami until thursday night.”

Jaron: “shit, perfect timing! get that porn ready.”

Dawson: “lmao already queued it up bro. hope ur ready to get ur brains fucked out.”

Jaron: “hope ur throat is ready”

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When he finally got home, all the normal family stuff happened. His mom hugged him, his sister made fun of his laundry pile, and his dad asked him to help clean out the garage. But Jaron’s mind kept going back to Dawson, about tomorrow night, about what might happen. He told his family he was staying at Dawson’s house for a movie marathon, which was technically not a lie. “Of course, honey,” his mom had said, “that’s totally fine.”

The following evening, Jaron made his way over to Dawson’s house, walking up his front steps carrying his duffel bag, his breath steaming in the late-day cold. On the way over, he’d tried to psych himself up—not that he needed it, really, but this felt like something different than what had happened before. This time, shoving his cock into his best bud’s mouth would be premeditated, not just some “two horny bros who got caught up in the moment” sort of thing. He wasn’t even sure what to call what was about to happen, but it was definitely something. And it probably had a name.

The anticipation that pulsed through Jaron’s body was so intense it made his hands a little shaky and of course, his cock hard. All day long, every time he thought about what was going to happen, he’d get a raging boner. And even as he rang the doorbell and heard Dawson’s familiar steps approaching fast, the tip of his cock was sticky with precum.

The second Dawson opened the door, Jaron’s body filled up with a delight he couldn’t comprehend, but he knew it was real.

“Hey dude,” said Dawson, grinning big. “Get your ass inside, man, it’s freezing out.”

“It’s fucking cold, man.” Jaron said, pushing inside, stomping some snow off his boots. Dawson didn’t waste a second. He kicked the door shut and flipped the deadbolt. He turned and looked at Jaron, his gaze weighted with longing and lust. “Jaron…”

The two just stared at each other for a moment and then Jaron smiled and said, “were you going to say something?”

“I was,” said Dawson, trying hard to not over grin.

“What were you going to say?” Jaron asked.

“Dude,” Dawson said, “my brain is pretty much mush. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for weeks and…”

“Me too, bro.” Jaron looked at his friend, feeling his cock fill up with desire.

“I most of the time imagined you walking into my house and me just falling down to my knees and worshiping your cock.”

“And now that I’m here?”

“I still wanna worship your cock,” said Dawson, looking down had Jaron’s crotch, “but can I fucking kiss you right now?”

Jaron felt the air light up between them. He swallowed, his mouth dry. “Yeah,” he said, “I was hoping you would.”

Dawson leaned toward Jaron and pressed his mouth against his, his hardening crotch pushing against Jaron’s. At first the kiss was gentle, almost a tease, but then Dawson pushed Jaron back a step or two, pinning him against the wall. He let his kiss go deep, letting his hunger show. Jaron responded without even thinking about it, opening his mouth, welcoming Dawson’s tongue. His hands went automatically to Dawson’s ass, yanking him closer until their bodies were literally grinding against each other, hard bulges mashing together through their layers of clothes.

Dawson broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “God, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you. I’ve thought about you and your body every single night since Thanksgiving.”

Jaron exhaled, shivering from the intensity. His cock hard, pressing into Dawson’s growing bulge. “I’ve thought about you non-stop, D. Can’t even jerk off without thinking about your mouth on me.”

Dawson smiled and then said, “Fuck, Jaron, I just want you naked right now.”

“Then fucking take my clothes off,” Jaron growled. Even before the demand had been spoken, Dawson was already peeling his friend’s jacket from his shoulders, their lips crashing together again as they fumbled to take off each other’s layers.

Eventually, Jaron pulled Dawson’s hoodie up over his head, letting his cold hands run over his buddy’s smooth skin, his pale abs, the faint brown line of hair from navel to waistband. He wanted to taste every inch of him. He wanted to feel everything Dawson could give him and then some.

Dawson’s hands found the bottom of Jaron’s shirt and tugged it up, exposing his dark muscular chest. Jaron shuddered at the contact, feeling exposed but loving that it was Dawson seeing his body, touching his bare skin. He flexed for a second, shyly showing off his hard body, and Dawson smiled and ran his fingers over Jaron’s pecs, tracing their firmness.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Dawson whispered, and then just dove in, kissing across Jaron’s jaw, down his neck. Jaron’s cock throbbed in his pants, desperate to be touched. The need was almost torture. It was like he’d been starving for a month, and now, finally, he was allowed to feast.

“Let’s go to your room,” Jaron said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Dawson didn’t answer. He just nodded and led the way. They didn’t even bother with the lights. The two stumbled, half-dressed, into Dawson’s bedroom, slamming the door behind them. They crashed down onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, cocks grinding through pants, hands roaming everywhere.

It was nothing like having sex with girls—not for Jaron. With every touch, every kiss against his skin, he felt more alive, more known. He didn’t have to put on some act, or be careful. Here, with Dawson, he could be as filthy as he wanted. There were no rules.

Dawson’s hands were all over him. He tugged at the waistband of Jaron’s sweats, and Jaron lifted his hips so Dawson could pull them down. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, a fucking perfecting dick.

“Your cock,” Dawson moaned at the sight, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe how turned on it made him. “It’s the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen and I have not stopped thinking about it.”

Jaron smiled but he didn’t say anything. He was much too turned on and distracted undoing Dawson’s belt, tearing off his jeans. He yanked them down and off, exposing his buddy’s pale cock. He’d spent so much time thinking about Dawson’s cock—but now, here it was, thick and full and hard only for him. They froze for a second, both staring, both of them feeling a little bit of awe.

Jaron broke the silence with a cocky line. “Uhh, it’s not gonna suck itself,” he said, a big smile on his face. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just how real everything felt. He grinned and pushed Dawson onto his back, straddling his midsection. He wrapped a hand around the base of his fat cock and slapped its tip against Dawson’s mouth. “Open those pretty lips for me.”

Dawson stared at Jaron as he spread his lips apart, his tongue out, welcoming Jaron’s dick with licks and kisses. Even though it wasn’t the first time, the pleasure he felt shocked Jaron. The warmth, the pure wet suction of his buddy’s mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good.”

At first, Jaron let Dawson do all of the work, feeling that tongue swirl around the head, licking up the bead of precum. But eventually, lust and need took over. Jaron put both hands on the headboard of Dawson’s bed, bracing himself, and started thrusting his cock inside his bud’s mouth. Just a little at first, then deeper, harder, loving the way Dawson let him take control.

He looked down, loving the way his cock slid in and out of Dawson’s mouth, angling his dick downward, fascinated with how his shaft stretched Dawson’s lips, how desperate his buddy looked as he pined for more. Jaron grunted, slamming his cock farther in, not caring if it made Dawson gag. Actually, that made it hotter—the way his throat flexed around the thick shaft, the way spit pooled on his chin. He liked seeing Dawson struggle.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Jaron groaned, watching his cock disappear into Dawson’s face.

Dawson just whimpered, holding Jaron’s hard ass, pulling his body closer, his cock deeper. Jaron could feel his balls bounce against Dawson’s chin with every thrust. The thought of blowing his load right down his best friend’s throat was already making his orgasm feel close, but he wasn’t ready for it yet. He wanted to draw this experience out, to push them both to the edge.

He pulled out, and a thick line of spit stretched from Dawson’s lips to the head of Jaron’s cock. Jaron grabbed the back of Dawson’s head and wiped the spit across Dawson’s cheek, smearing it.

“You look so fucking hot with drool all over your face,” Jaron said, voice rough.

“I want it back in my mouth,” Dawson growled, eyes wild.

Jaron did, this time letting his hips rock forward, fucking Dawson’s face just the way they’d talked about on snap. Dawson just took it, tears rolling down his cheeks, pink lips stretched. It was obscene, and beautiful. Nothing had ever made Jaron this uncontrollably horny in his life.

He watched Dawson’s hands move down his own body, jerking his hard cock as his mouth was being fucked. He longed to see what would happen if he used Dawson exactly the way he’d fantasized every night since Thanksgiving.

It didn’t take long for Jaron to feel like he was going to bust his nut again. But before he could cum, Dawson pulled off and put his mouth on Jaron’s nuts, still gasping for breath. Jaron inched his body toward Dawson’s face, smashing his nutsack into his bro’s mouth.

“I wanna eat your ass. I need your hole, man,” Dawson panted.

Jaron rolled off Dawson and sprawled across the bed on his stomach, hiking himself up onto his knees and spreading his legs as wide as he could. “You want my hole?” he taunted.

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Dawson didn’t answer, not with words. With need and hunger, he slid his face down in between Jaron’s hairy asscrack, and buried his face against Jaron’s hole. That first contact of Dawson’s tongue against his hole made Jaron jolt, a sharp pleasuring shiver running up his whole body. There was no hesitation. Dawson licked him wide, slow, savoring every flavor. He loved his buddy’s scent, his musk and funk. Then he pushed his tongue in Jaron’s hole, making slow circles around the tight brown rim, moaning against it like it was the hottest, most delicious thing in the world. Jaron couldn’t help the noises that poured out of his mouth. He was whimpering, grunting, beginning to grind his ass back against Dawson’s face, loving every second.

“Fucking God, D, you’re so tongue feels so good. I could let you eat my ass forever,” Jaron groaned.

Again, Dawson didn’t say anything, he just kept at it, spitting on the hole and going harder, like he wanted to climb inside and lick every part of his friend’s hole. He tongued Jaron’s entrance with slow, wet circles, then stabbed deep, wriggling the tip right into the center. Jaron’s head pushed into the bed and his and his back arched. His cock felt harder than he’d ever felt it.

He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his life. Dawson paused just long enough to come up for air, then went lower, licking over Jaron’s furry balls, sucking them both into his mouth from behind.

That was almost enough to make Jaron cum. He had to clamp his fist around the base of his dick, forcing himself to stay on the edge. He didn’t want to blow; not yet. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

After a few more minutes, Dawson crawled back up beside him, face red, eyes glazed with hunger and lust. Jaron rolled over onto his back.

“Jesus, Jaron, you taste so fucking good. I could eat that hole all night,” said Dawson, grinning.

Jaron didn’t even hesitate. “Then why don’t you?” he said. Without waiting for a response, he straddled Dawson’s face and slowly let his ass sink toward his buddy’s tongue. Dawson went with it, happily so, letting Jaron use his face any way he wanted. As Jaron rode his buddy’s tongue, the pleasure became so sharp, so overwhelming, the new angle sending more delight throughout his body.

After a few minutes, Jaron lifted his ass away from Dawson’s face and then sprawls out beside him on the bed.

“Can I ask you something?” Dawson said, voice sounding almost shy.

“Yeah, of course you can. Ask me anything.”

“I want you to suck my cock. I want to watch you do it, Jaron.”

Jaron hesitated, but kept his eyes on Dawson’s eyes. He’d never sucked a cock before. But now, with everything that had already happened with Dawson, it didn’t seem weird. In fact, the idea of it made his own dick twitch, made his mouth water a little. He swallowed, then nodded. “Yeah, man. I want to do that for you.”

Jaron shifted off the bed and onto his knees at the foot of it and Dawson scooted down so that his crotch was on the edge. Jaron positioned himself between Dawson’s spread thighs, his buddy’s cock pointing straight up, leaking trails of precum.

Jaron grabbed the shaft, feeling the heat and weight of his bro’s dick. It was so fucking hard, pulsing in his hand. For a second, he just looked at it, letting the idea of holding his best friend’s cock sink in. Then, slowly, he leaned forward and licked the precum off the tip, tasting Dawson’s seed. The flavor surprised him—not as strange as he’d thought, almost sweet.

Dawson groaned, hips lifting toward him. Jaron eased his lips over the head, licking up more of Dawson’s precum. He was a little shocked by how much he actually liked it. In fact, it wasn’t just okay—it was kind of hot, the way Dawson’s cockhead just oozed for him, and the way Dawson groaned every time Jaron’s tongue circled his sensitive tip.

Jaron lost himself in the sensation of Dawson’s cock being in his mouth—the taste, the heat, the completely insane thrill of making his best friend moan like that. He ran his tongue over Dawson’s cockhead again and again, circling around the ridge, licking at the slit until it oozed more and more precum, and then Jaron just kept sucking.

He took Dawson deeper, filling his mouth with the thick shaft. Jaron coughed and gagged a few times but kept going. It was embarrassing, honestly, how hard it was to get the whole thing in, but Jaron didn’t quit. He wanted to do this right, wanted to give Dawson the same feeling he’d gotten just a few minutes earlier. He opened his throat, spit dribbling past his lips, and shoved his face forward, determined to swallow all of his friend’s cock. But the second the head hit the back of his mouth, Jaron’s reflexes kicked in and he gagged again, hard, choking on its thickness.

The sound of Jaron choking on his dick made Dawson shudder. He dug his fingers into the bedsheets and tilted his hips up, clearly loving every second of it.

“God, that’s so fucking hot. You look so good, Jaron, kneeling in between my legs. I never thought I’d see you on your knees with your mouth around my cock…”

Jaron couldn’t answer, his mouth was full. He sucked harder, and tried again, pushing his mouth further down the shaft, letting Dawson’s cockhead smash against the back of his throat. The feeling was wild. It was nothing like he could have imagined. The taste was pure Dawson. Jaron gagged again, harder this time. He felt himself drool, saliva dripping down his chin, but it just made him hornier.

He kept at it, finding a rhythm, bobbing his head up and down, jacking the base with his fist and sucking hard on every upstroke. He let his tongue drag along the bottom of the shaft, feeling the veins and the smooth skin.

Jaron went down again, lips mashed right against the root, and tried to open his throat wide enough to take it. He gagged again, tears springing to his eyes, but instead of pulling away he just held on, forcing his face further onto the thick cock.

“Fuck…” Dawson moaned, his body spasming, “that’s it, dude… fuck, yeah, choke on it. That feels so good…”

The encouraging words made Jaron’s dick throb. He couldn’t believe how much he loved hearing Dawson get needy, loved the feeling of being in control, even if he kept gagging on it. He popped off the cock, gasping for air, spit everywhere. For a second, he just panted, eyes watery, but his hand kept stroking Dawson’s shaft, not wanting him to lose the high.

“You okay?” Dawson asked, a grin on his face.

“Yeah,” Jaron said, smiling, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. “You taste good. I think I could gag on your cock all night.”

Dawson stared down at his buddy. There was something vulnerable in the way he looked at Jaron, and it made Jaron want to overwhelm him with pleasure—to make him come undone.

Jaron dove back on his bud’s cock, wrapping his lips around the cockhead, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed out. He stroked the shaft as he sucked, twisting his wrist, alternating quick pumps with slow ones. Every time he went down, he tried to take more of the shaft in, pushing himself closer to choking but not caring.

Dawson was moaning now, rolling his hips up toward Jaron’s wet mouth, his thighs quivering. Jaron felt the power in it—the raw, insane energy of making his best friend ache for more. He shoved his mouth down on the shaft, nose mashed against Dawson’s bush, and gagged again, drool running freely out of his mouth and onto the cock. Dawson fucking loved it. His fingers gripped the back of Jaron’s head, holding him in place, not letting him up until Jaron started to cough and gasp.

Jaron came up for air, but then, instead of going right back to the cock, he pressed his mouth lower, dragging his tongue down the shaft, tasting the slick skin. When he reached Dawson’s balls, he licked them, slow at first, scooping them up and lifting them toward his mouth. The scent was stronger here, manly, sweat and musk mixing together. It made Jaron’s cock pulse more.

He sucked one ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, and Dawson let out a ragged gasp. Jaron grinned, loving the helpless noises his bud was making. He sucked harder, slurping both of Dawson’s balls into his mouth.

“Jesus, dude,” Dawson moaned, “I love your fucking mouth.”

Jaron didn’t stop. He tongued Dawson’s balls, licking them from every angle, then nuzzled his nose underneath, pressing his tongue against the place where Dawson’s sack met his taint.

That was when Dawson nearly lost it. He pulled his knees up, planting his feet on the edge of the bed and on either side of Jaron’s face. He rolled his hips back, totally exposing himself for his friend. For a second, Jaron just stared, stunned by how smooth and pink and Dawson’s asshole appeared. Unlike his own, he friend’s asscrack was almost hairless, puckering there, almost waiting. He couldn’t even believe how much he wanted to taste it.

Jaron leaned in, putting his face between Dawson’s cheeks, and licked at the pink hole, just to taste what it was like. The flavor was wild—musky, a little salty, but clean. He loved it. He fucking loved it.

He spat on the hole, and then licked it again, circling his tongue around and around against Dawson’s star, letting it get wetter, poking at the ridges. Dawson bucked his hips, pushing his ass into Jaron’s mouth, begging without words for more. So Jaron gave it to him. He pressed his tongue flat against the hole and just stayed there, tapping his tongue hard his buddy’s tight hole.

Every groan and gasp from Dawson’s mouth sent a spike of pleasure down Jaron’s spine. He tongued the hole harder, spit dripping down, and then got brave enough to push the tip of his tongue right into Dawson’s entrance. That sent Dawson over the edge. His whole body seized up, hands fisting in the sheets, legs trembling as he grabbed the backs of his knees and pulled them up so Jaron could devour his hole even deeper.

“Holy fuck, Jaron!” Dawson yelped, breathing heavier, shaking, the sounds coming out of his mouth wild and uncontrolled. “Oh my god, your tongue feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t ever fucking stop…”

Jaron was obsessed. He spit on the hole again, then dove in, eating Dawson’s butt with abandon, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue in as deep as it would go.

Dawson started grinding against his face, moaning like he was being driven insane. Jaron jerked his own cock slowly while he ate Dawson’s ass, barely able to hold back from cumming right there just seeing how his friend responded to his tongue. He’d never imagined eating a bro’s asshole would be this hot.

“God,” Jaron muttered, mouth full of ass, “you taste so fucking good, you have no idea.”

“I’m so fucking glad you like it,” Dawson panted, voice wrecked. “Just keep eating my ass, Jaron, please, I need you to keep eating…”

Jaron grabbed the backs of Dawson’s thighs, held them back, and just went feral on Dawson’s hole. He licked and ate Dawson’s hole until he was trembling, sweat dripping down his pale skin. Jaron tongued him, rimmed him, sucked on the tight little pucker until it went soft under his lips. It felt filthy, and dirty, and so fucking hot he almost couldn’t stand it.

At some point, Dawson’s legs started shaking, his whole body tensing up as Jaron’s tongue worked deeper into him. Dawson’s ass flexed around his tongue, his ring now slick from Jaron’s spit and slicker still the more he worked it over. It drove Jaron up the wall to see his friend like that, legs trembling, pulling his own knees back, giving him access to his bud’s most private spot.

“Fuck! Jaron—I can’t—I can’t even think straight, man. You’re making me crazy.” His cock was leaking pools of precum onto his stomach as he squirmed under the assault of Jaron’s tongue.

“You’re so fucking hot all vulnerable and helpless like this,” Jaron said, his voice muffled as he tongued Dawson’s ass. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.”

Finally, Dawson couldn’t take any more of Jaron’s tongue. He reached down, grabbed the back of Jaron’s head. Jaron crawled up onto the bed, his body flat against Dawson’s, their hard cocks rubbing against each other.

“Jaron, I’m getting ready to say something that might freak you out,” said Dawson, kissing Jaron’s mouth. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Please, Fuck me. I want to feel your fat cock inside me, right fucking now.”

Jaron’s heart hammered in his chest. He broke their kiss and just stared at Dawson, blown away by how turned on he was and how needy Dawson looked.

“Are you sure?” Jaron asked.

“Yes, I want you to bust my fucking cherry,” whispered Dawson, eyes wide. “Give me your fucking cock.”

Jaron got up on his knees, his eyes firm on Dawson’s eyes. Dawson reached over into his bedside table and grabbed some lube. He squeezed some of it onto Jaron hand and then into his own. He pushed some lube into his hole as Jaron slathered his cock with it. He then lifted his friend’s legs up high in the air, lined his cock up against Dawson’s hole. He slid the tip of his cock against Dawson’s entrance, watching it pucker for him. The head of Jaron’s cock was already leaking, craving to be inside of his buddy. He pressed gently, letting the fat crown rest against the hole, and watched as Dawson bit his lip, hands gripping the back of his knees.

Slowly, carefully, Jaron pushed forward. The rim stretched, a fierce, hot pressure, and then the head popped inside with a sound that made both of them smile. Dawson’s breath hitched. Jaron froze, giving him a second to adjust, then leaned in and pressed kisses over Dawson’s trembling legs.

“Just let me know if you need me to stop,” Jaron said, voice barely more than a whisper.

Dawson shook his head. “I’m good. Push in some more.”

Jaron did just that. He fed his cock into Dawson’s ass inch by inch, watching as the tight pink hole swallowed his dick up. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Jaron’s cock looked so dark and thick against the pale skin of Dawson’s ass, and watching the way the rim hugged his shaft, squeezing tighter than he’d ever felt before, almost made him lose control immediately.

He started rocking his hips, shallow thrusts, letting Dawson get used to the sensation. Dawson’s breath came in hard, ragged bursts, but then he started meeting Jaron’s thrusts, pushing himself down onto the cock, taking more and more of it inside.

“Oh my god,” Dawson groaned, “that’s it… that’s so fucking good… fuck me, Jaron, fuck my ass. You feel so fucking goo filling me up.”

The words sent a bolt of pure lust straight through Jaron. He gripped Dawson’s hips, holding him steady, and started to thrust with more force, loving the way his cock felt plunging in and out of his friend’s hole.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Jaron growled, watching every movement. “You feel so fucking amazing, D, I wish I could fuck you all night.”

Dawson was gone. All he could do was moan, whimper, silenced by the onslaught of cock that Jaron was giving him. His cock jutted up from his abs, thick and throbbing, untouched, bouncing with pleasure. Jaron wanted to make him totally lose himself, wanted to see him wrecked and ruined, all from just getting his hole pounded.

Jaron poured another drop of lube into his hand, slicking up his cock some more, and then he went even deeper, slamming into Dawson’s ass with long, hard thrusts. Each time, Dawson’s tight hole stretched to take him, and each time, Dawson’s whole body bucked with the pleasure.

“God, don’t stop, please, just keep fucking me like that,” Dawson whimpered, voice high and full of need. “You’re so deep… you’re so fucking deep inside me.”

Jaron kept fucking Dawson. He was obliterating his hole. There was no other word for it. He pounded Dawson’s ass, every thrust harder, wanting to etch himself inside his best friend and never leave. Sweat dripped down both their bodies. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, needy moans, and the dark scent of ass sex began filling their nostrils.

Jaron kept his eyes on the way his cock disappeared into Dawson’s body. The sight was so hot it almost made him crazed. After a while, he shifted Dawson’s hips up, pushing his knees even further toward his chest, opening him wide. The angle made Dawson gasp and whimper.

“You like that?” Jaron asked, slamming in to the hilt. “You love my fucking cock inside you, don’t you D?”

“Fuck, yes. Don’t stop, Jaron, please, man, I’m so close…”

Jaron reached down, grabbed Dawson’s leaking cock, and started stroking it in time to his thrusts. The cock was hot in his hand, slick with pre, and pulsed with every movement. He could hardly get his head around the way Dawson’s cock twitched in his grip, leaking so much precum that Jaron’s palm was sticky and wet. Every time he squeezed the shaft, Dawson’s fat cock throbbed harder. It was so fucking wet and slick he almost couldn’t get a good grip. Jaron pumped Dawson’s dick with slow, firm strokes, matching it to the rhythm of his own relentless thrusts. Every time he bottomed out, his body shuddered with the pressure of having his cock squeezed so tight, and he watched Dawson’s chest arch and his stomach clench.

The noises Dawson made were something beyond human—they were raw, animal, like a man who was fucked out. Each time Jaron pounded his ass, all Dawson could do was moan and whimper and squeal, his voice barely more than a broken fragment. “God, Jaron, yes, just like that… f f f ffffuck me, man, keep fucking me…”

Jaron felt a surge of cockiness at how desperate he was making his best friend. The look on Dawson’s face was just wild, his blond hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his eyes wide open and glassy with pure want. He was wrecked, and Jaron was the one who had done it to him.

“Fuck, you look so good taking my fucking dick, D,” Jaron panted, his hips fucking him hard, thumping against Dawson’s ass. “Didn’t know you’d be such a hungry little slut for this, but damn, you’re killing me.”

Dawson tried to speak, but all that came out was some kind of squeal. Jaron grinned, squeezing Dawson’s cock harder, and started to stroke his best friend with short, savage pumps. With every thrust of his own body, he milked Dawson’s cock, determined to push him as close to the edge as he could handle.

His own orgasm was boiling up hot inside him now. The pleasure was insane. He’d never felt this before, not ever. Every time he shoved his cock down into Dawson’s guts, the feeling got sharper, more electric until it was almost too much.

He watched as Dawson’s whole body started to tremble, every muscle in his thighs and abs tensing under Jaron’s cock and what it was doing to his ass. Dawson’s asshole quivered around the cock, squeezing and pulsing so tight he almost couldn’t take it.

“I’m gonna cum, Jaron, holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Dawson gasped, his voice raw with desperation.

It nearly broke Jaron. He slammed into Dawson harder, gritting his teeth, and stroked Dawson’s cock with everything he had.

“Yeah? You gonna blow your fucking load for me? Gonna cum all over yourself like a filthy fuck?”

“Can’t hold it, man, oh my god, don’t stop…”

Jaron didn’t stop. He pounded Dawson’s hole, his balls slapping against Dawson’s asscheeks, staring straight down at his best friend. He wanted to see the exact second Dawson lost control.

Dawson wailed, helpless, as his cock exploded all over his own chest and belly. Ropes and ropes of white thick pleasure shot from his cock. His body convulsed under Jaron’s control, thick jets of cum painting his skin.

Jaron pumped his cock a couple more times, savoring the last squeeze of Dawson’s hole around him; then, pulling out slowly, he watched his dick emerge, shiny and slick.

Dawson eventually looked up, a slow, sly grin working across his face. “Did you cum yet?” he asked, voice soft and teasing.

Jaron shook his head. “Nah, dude. I mean, I almost blew with you, but I was kind of obsessed with making you lose it first.”

“So do you want to finish?” Dawson asked.

“I definitely want to finish,” Jaron said. “But honestly… I kinda want to cum on your face, D.”

“Then fucking shoot your load all over my face, Jaron! Paint my fucking face with your cum.”

Jaron wasted no time. He fisted his own cock tight, pumping it fast, watching as his hand blurred along the dark shaft. He couldn’t stop grunting. Every nerve in his body was burning, on fucking fire.

Dawson just stared up at him, mouth open, tongue out in anticipation. “Do it, man. Fucking do it,” he whispered. “I want you to cover me, I want to fucking feel your load all over my face.”

The words made Jaron’s dick twitch so hard it almost hurt. He knelt over Dawson, one hand braced against the headboard, the other stroking his cock with punishing speed. He aimed the thick head straight at his friend’s face, heart pounding out of his chest.

Jaron let out a heated moan. “Oh fuck… here it comes, D… take it, take every fucking drop…”

His cock spasmed, the first jet of cum streaking straight across Dawson’s cheekbone and the bridge of his nose. Jaron jerked his cock harder, feeling his balls clench up, his whole body shuddering as the second, thicker rope of cum hit Dawson on the mouth, splattering his lips and chin. Dawson didn’t flinch. He opened wider, sticking his tongue out, desperate to taste it.

“God, you look so fucking hot,” Jaron groaned, aiming wet, pulsing shots right onto Dawson’s desperate face. Every drop of cum made Dawson look more wrecked; it ran in creamy wet paths down his nose, smeared across his cheeks, oozed from the corner of his lips. Jaron squeezed at the base hard, milking the last spurts of jizz onto Dawson’s forehead, some hitting his eyebrow, some dripping down into his hairline.

For a second, all he could do was stare at the mess he’d made. Dawson’s face was destroyed. There were streaks of white across his cheeks, his lips glistened with cum, and there was a thick glob plastered right under his left eye. With his thumb, he wiped against Dawson’s eye, gathering the cum and putting it in his buddy’s mouth. Dawson ate it up and then sucked Jaron’s thumb clean.

“I’m gonna shower,” said Dawson. “Care to join me?”

“Fuck, yes,” said Jaron, stepping off the bed.

Dawson sat up and Jaron laughed at how covered in cum he was.

“It’s gonna be a fucking white Christmas ‘round here,” said Jaron.

“Just like I’ve been dreaming about.” Dawson slapped Jaron’s ass and said, “maybe next time you’ll be the one getting fucked.”

Jaron’s eyes got wide. Another grin formed on his face. “Maybe. Just maybe.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Jaron is back at college now. But instead of getting his head back in the game of school and studying, all Jaron could think about was getting his cock sucked by Dawson over Thanksgiving break.

He tried to focus on his poli-sci textbook, the pile of index cards scattered across his dorm desk, the half-assed study guide he’d been building in his phone’s Notes app. But every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the way Dawson’s throat squeezed around his cock, the obscene warmth of it, the way his buddy’s mouth just kept going, hungry and desperate, taking every fucking inch. Which then caused him to remember how fucking nuts it had made him feel to use his best friend’s face for his own pleasure, the taste of power, selfishness, and dirtiness that lingered for days after. And how much he loved feeling all of those things.

He thought about how he’d jerked off in his childhood bedroom the night after Thanksgiving, careful not to make a mess on his sheets because his mom still did his laundry when he came home. Since that blowjob, his dick had practically stayed hard, and his constant need to masturbate was even more intense than usual. He wondered if Dawson was in the same boat, getting hard and jerking off more post Thanksgiving than before. Was he thinking about Jaron’s cock and how it felt and tasted in his mouth? Did Dawson like the taste of his cum and did he crave more of it? And Jaron even thought about Dawson’s smooth pale ass and how hot it was.

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Jaron glanced at his phone. 1:39 a.m. The dorm was dead quiet, just the faint humming of the baseboard heaters and the random creaks of old pipes or someone coughing through the wall. He was tired as hell but his brain refused to shut off. It was like all of his midterm anxiety had gotten hopelessly tangled up with his horniness, and it was making him crazy. He wasn’t even sure what to call what was happening with him and Dawson. It was definitely the hottest thing he’d ever experienced sexually in his life, but it was also way more intense than just getting off or fucking around with some random girl at a party or talking dirty to some cheerleader on Snap. He and Dawson had told each other everything since they were in grade school, but now all he wanted to do was get naked with his best friend again.

Earlier that day, in between two midterm finals, Jaron had gone into a men’s bathroom stall, pulled his cock out of his pants, snapped a pic of his junk and sent it to Dawson on Snapchat. Since then, he’d looked at his phone so many fucking times, waiting for Dawson to send a response. But so far, he hadn’t. But then, as he was trying to fall asleep, his phone dinged. He scrambled for it to see what the notification was. Finally—there was a new Snap from Dawson—a blurry shot of Dawson lying in bed, shirtless, his pale chest, pink nipples, and faint stomach hair visible in the blue light, a hand resting low on his abs. The caption read, “Thinking about that monster cock…”

Jaron grinned. He adjusted his joggers, which were already tenting up. He sent back a photo of the bulge in his pants, his hard dick running down his thigh. He captioned it: “Look what you just did to me!🤤 Do you even know how much I’ve thought about your mouth being on my cock? Like, an unhealthy amount.”

Within seconds, Dawson replied: “who says it’s unhealthy, tho? maybe you just want me to suck u off so bad it’s frying ur brain. it’s def frying mine thinking about lmao.”

Jaron just stared at the words. It was hard to believe this was the same guy he used to play Halo with all night, sometimes fighting over who got the last slice of Papa John’s and now they were basically sexting each other, sending pics of their junk to each other like it’s normal.

Staring at his phone, Jaron decided to push it a little. “I want to take a photo of you when you suck me off next time,” Jaron typed out. “I wanna be able to pull up a pic on my phone and see what you look like with my cock in your mouth. Would you let me do that?”

He hit send, immediately worrying if he’d gone too far. Fuck it. Too late now. The thing about talking to Dawson was that nothing ever really was too far. If anything, the crazier the shit he said, the more Dawson seemed to like it.

A few seconds later, a new snap came in. It was Dawson’s face this time. He was wearing a curious smirk, his tongue was hanging out like a cute fool. The caption read: “That would be so fucking hot. I wanna be able to pull up a pic of me with your cock in my mouth, too.” And then he sent another snap, this one of the big bulge in his boxer briefs. “See? You do it to me, too,” he’d typed across the pic.

Jaron grinned, shaking his head. He felt the steady ache in his balls just from those stupid selfies. He texted back: “dude ur so fucking dirty. and i love it. but fuck, i love that tongue of yours. can’t wait to feel it again.”

Dawson wrote back: “yeah? where you want me to put it?”

“i think you know”

“but i want you to tell me”

Jaron laughed. “fucker. you know i want it licking my hole”

“i want that too, man. cant wait to rim ur ass again. i’m gonna do it for like an hour and make u beg for it.”

Jaron stared at the screen, feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck. He definitely fucking wanted it. He wanted his best friend’s mouth back on him so fucking bad that it made his balls ache to think about it.

Jaron typed, “i bet you can’t make me beg.”

Dawson wrote back: “bet your cock says otherwise.”

Jaron grinned, knowing his friend wasn’t wrong. He slid his hand into his joggers, wrapped his fingers around his thickening cock, and took a picture, his shaft dark and thick, his pee slit already shiny with precum.

Jaron hit send, then waited. He wanted to see if Dawson would send a cock pic back. Within two minutes, his phone buzzed. There was a picture of Dawson’s thick white cock, sticking straight up from his muscled thighs, the tip pink and wet. “thinking about ur lips on my dick this break,” the text said.

Jaron read those words a few times and was surprised by how much his cock pulsed looking at his bud’s cock, wondering what it would be like to put his mouth on it, unsure if he was ready for that.

Dawson sent another text. “too far? you don’t have to suck my cock if you want to man.”

“hahaha i was just sitting here shocked by how hard it made me to think about putting your dick in my mouth”

“i’m sitting here imagining you in between my legs, looking up at me, your tongue licking the head of my dick”

“fuck i want that, too, D”

Jaron’s hand squeezed tighter around his shaft. His cock was fully hard now, the need in his crotch making it hard to think straight. He sent: “i wanna fuck your face harder than i did last time. you think you can handle it?”

Almost instantly, Dawson replied: “i’ll take whatever you give me just as long as u let me eat that sweet ass again.”

Jaron started typing a response but then he paused and thought about how he’d felt when Dawson licked his asshole. He loved the feeling. The truth was, he was desperate to feel Dawson’s face smashed between his asscrack again. He loved the way his tongue had felt circling his hole. He loved how dirty and personal and hot it was all at once.

“fuck yes,” Jaron typed, “but next time you gotta spit in it.”

Dawson sent back, “hell yes. i’m gonna make you moan like a fucking slut”

Reading that made Jaron even hornier, if that was possible. “i’m sure ur gonna make me moan hard. can i ask a question?”

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“ask anything man”

“did you like the taste of my cum?”

Jaron was massaging his bulge when he heard the next message chime in: “dude i loved ur jizz so fucking much. it was hot. i want all of it. you’re not ready for how nasty imma be this time.”

Jaron couldn’t stop himself. He shoved his joggers down and started stroking his cock with slow, tight pumps, thumbing over the leaking head. He sent a video of him stroking, his balls hanging low and heavy.

Seconds later, Dawson sent a video back, jerking his own dick, precum dripping onto his hand. Jaron could hear Dawson’s moans, they were low and breathy—it was obvious he wasn’t even trying to hide how turned on he was.

As Jaron watched the loop five, ten, fifteen times, he thought about how it would feel to have his nuts rolling around in Dawson’s mouth again, to feel his slick tongue and his wet lips working him over, not caring how obscene it was.

He texted: “i’m gonna cum thinking about u, D.”

Dawson sent a naughty devil emoji and a photo of his tongue licking his lips.

Jaron bit his lip, feeling the pressure building in his balls. He wanted to hold off as long as possible, wanted to show Dawson how much he could edge himself, but his dick was raging hard, precum smearing over his fist. It was too fucking late. The second he pictured Dawson’s lips wrapping around his cock again, Jaron lost control.

He shot a huge load, one that hit his chin and his chest and his abs, some pooling in his hand. He exhaled hard, chest heaving, feeling both spent and still hungry.

He sent a final video to Dawson, showing the streaks of cum all over his chest and stomach and hand.

Dawson replied: “holy fuck. that amount a cum ain’t normal. make sure you save some for winter break, bro.”

Jaron laughed, rolled his eyes, then wiped himself off with a t-shirt. He knew there was no shot he’d get any sleep tonight. But he had to try because he had another midterm tomorrow.

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The next day was just as bad as yesterday. Jaron sat through his biology exam, staring at the paper but hardly able to see the words. All he could think about was the conversation from the night before. He kept getting hard in his khakis, every couple of questions having to adjust himself under the desk. When the TA walked past, Jaron ducked his head, hoping they hadn’t noticed how flustered he was.

After the exam, Jaron checked his phone. Dawson had already texted him. “how’d the exam go, dude? you still got a dick or did it fall off from how hard u jerked it last night?”

Jaron grinned. He texted back: “i think i passed, but no thanks to you. kept popping wood during the test.”

Dawson: “hahahah good. same here man. just finished my english comp final and i was hard pretty much the whole fucking time.”

That was all it took for Jaron to start thinking about it again. He found himself ducking into the library bathroom, locking himself in a stall, and palming his cock to a get quick release. He had to muffle his own moans to keep some random person at the sinks from hearing him.

What the fuck was happening to him? He’d never been this obsessed with sex in his whole life. Was it just because he trusted Dawson, or was it something more?

He didn’t even care. All he cared about was getting that mouth back on his cock as soon as possible.

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Finals week was an endless blur of papers, take-home exams, eating shitty noodles in his dorm at 2AM, and texting Dawson nonstop. They barely talked about regular stuff anymore. Everything had turned into sex. Sometimes Jaron wondered if he should be worried, but he couldn’t help it, he loved it.

At night, they traded dirty stories and porn links. Sometimes Dawson would text “jerking it, need u to send dick” and Jaron would pull out his phone, snap a photo, and send it immediately. Other times, Dawson would send close-ups of his own cock, leaking and hard, or ask Jaron to describe exactly how he wanted it sucked. Jaron put way more thought into his responses than he did into any of his essays that week.

One time Jaron typed, “i want u on ur knees, mouth open, eyes looking up, just ready for me to fuck ur throat. but this time i want to hold onto ur hair and fuck your face so deep. u think u can handle that?”

Dawson: “fuck yes. i want you to use me, jaron.”

Jaron: “i wanna see tears in ur eyes, i wanna see u drooling all over my cock while you beg for more.”

Dawson: “i can’t fucking wait for you to destroy my face bro.”

Just the thought was almost enough to make Jaron want to blow his load.

Even during the day, he’d find himself zoning out during lectures, daydreaming about how Dawson’s tongue felt on his asshole. Sometimes he’d get hard just from the memory of how Dawson moaned when he sucked Jaron’s balls, like he was actually tasting something amazing, something that he couldn’t get enough of.

He never told anyone else about what he and Dawson did. Not a single soul. If anybody at school asked, he’d just tell them he was seeing this hot girl back home. Truth was, he hadn’t even hooked up any girls since Thanksgiving. He didn’t want to. Nothing compared to how good he felt with Dawson’s mouth wrapped around his shaft.

He wondered what would happen if anybody found out. He wondered what it meant that he wanted it over and over, not just as a random dare but every goddamn day.

Finally, it was the last day of midterms. Jaron smashed through his last exam, hoping he’d done good enough to keep his A in the class, but truthfully, he didn’t give a fuck. He was already half-packed, his duffel overflowing with dirty clothes and random shit, ready for the next morning’s bus ride home.

He lay on his bed, thinking about getting home and seeing Dawson again. His cock became instantly hard. Jaron shoved his hand down the front of his sweats and squeezed, welcoming the ache, the sharp, needy heat that pulsed at the root of his cock. There was something so fucked about how eager he was to see his best friend—it made him feel raw, exposed, and out of control.

All he could think about was Dawson. Dawson’s throat. Dawson’s tongue on his hole. Dawson gagging on his cock, tears streaming, slobber everywhere. The filthier the memory, the better.

He closed his eyes. The soft hum of the dorm suddenly faded, replaced by the vivid memory of Thanksgiving break. Dawson’s face, streaked with spit and cum, looking up at him like he wanted to be ruined all over again. Jaron let his sweats slip down his thighs and let his cock stand free, angry and dark against his skin.

He stroked it slowly, feeling a shudder all the way through his hips. He could almost feel Dawson’s hand on his ass, feel those hungry lips pushing for more, wanting to suffocate on his cock. He let himself imagine it deeper, meaner, rougher this time. Maybe he’d pull Dawson’s hair and make him beg for air. Maybe he’d just hold his face down on his dirty musky nuts, let Dawson inhale his scent, go wild for it. He wanted to do every nasty thing.

His balls were already tightening, desperate for release. But he made himself slow down, savoring the edge, torturing himself with every detail. The feel of Dawson’s spit dripping down his shaft and over his taint. The way Dawson licked at his asshole like it was candy. The way Dawson whimpered when Jaron made him choke on his cock. Jesus Christ, it was too good. He squeezed his dick hard, precum leaking over his fist almost instantly.

He thought about the Snapchats, the late-night videos. Dawson’s cock glistening in the blue glow, thick and curved and flushed, just waiting to be sucked. Jaron wondered what his own mouth would look like wrapped around that shaft. Would he even know what he was doing? Would he gag and make a mess, slobber all over it? The thought made his cock jump, precum bubbling up so fast it spilled down his knuckles.

Fuck, he wanted to try it. He wanted to shove Dawson’s cock straight into his mouth.

God, he was such a fucking slut for this. And he didn’t even care.

He stroked himself tighter, letting the shivers roll up his spine. Every time he pictured Dawson’s face, lips swollen, cheeks streaked, eyes all watery—that was when he was ready to lose it. He wanted to paint Dawson’s face with his load, watch Dawson lick it right off, maybe even kiss him and taste it between their tongues. That was the kind of filthy shit that kept him up at night, aching for more.

In the quiet of his dorm, Jaron’s breath went ragged, hips jerking. He wrapped his fist tighter around his cock. He didn’t try to hold back the grunts that came out of his mouth. He was alone, nobody was going to hear him. The room felt impossibly quiet except for the sound of his fist working his dick and the rough panting of his breath. His thoughts were nothing but porn and memory and want. Dawson’s tongue on his hole, slurping, moaning into his ass. The way Dawson’s face had looked when Jaron wrecked his throat, cheeks flushed, eyes red with tears, spit everywhere. Jaron wanted to see that again up close, wanted to feel what total control over his best friend tasted like.

He pumped harder, hips jerking up off the bed. His cock was so fucking hard and desperate for release that it felt like it was about to rip itself out of his fist. Jaron grunted, squeezing the shaft even tighter, feeling his balls draw up close and firm, so heavy and swollen with need that it actually kind of hurt. The need was insane—it wasn’t just horniness anymore, it was like every nerve in his body was screaming for Dawson to put his mouth on him, to own him, to drain him dry.

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He looked down and saw his cock pulsing, the tip glistening with so much precum it was dripping down his shaft in shiny little strings. Fuck. So much for waiting until he got home. He knew he was about to make a mess. Didn’t care. Couldn’t stop it at this point.

Jaron stroked faster, his abs tensing, his whole body locked and shaking. He let out an ugly moan and jerked his cock even harder. The filthy fantasy taking over his head was almost overwhelming. He grunted, the sound of it ugly, raw. Jaron’s hand worked his cock so hard his knuckles hurt.

Jaron rocked his hips against his fist, chasing the memory of Dawson’s tongue in his ass, the helpless hungry way Dawson had buried his nose in his taint and just inhaled, like he couldn’t get enough of Jaron’s filthy scent. He remembered the way it made him feel, totally exposed but more powerful than he’d ever felt in his life.

The need kept building, building, building… threatening to tear him apart. Jaron’s fist was just a blur now, slapping wet strokes up and down the veins of his shaft. His abs flexed, his balls tightening like fist-sized rocks beneath his cock. He was so close that every edge of reality seemed to melt away.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck... Daws, I’m gonna cum,” Jaron gasped into the empty room, not bothering to silence himself. He stroked harder, picturing Dawson on his knees. Mouth wide open. Blue eyes streaming as tears and spit poured down his cheeks—but still so hungry for cock that nothing else mattered. The idea that Dawson actually loved it, that he wanted to be ruined, to have his throat and tongue owned by Jaron’s cock… it pushed him straight over the edge.

Jaron let out a raw groan. His body tensed up so hard his heel thudded against the mattress. The pressure building inside his body was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was pure, hot, filthy need, and nothing could have stopped it once it started. Jaron clamped his hand even tighter on his twitching shaft. His cock jerked violently in his grip and the first burst of cum shot out so hard it caught him off guard. A blinding streak of white splattered up across his neck and jaw, thick and sticky. The next pulse of his orgasm was almost as powerful. Cum poured up along the length of his cock, splashing his chest, painting glistening stripes over his pecs, chin, abs, and even across the slope of his throat.

Jaron’s body shook with each wave of release, his fist milking his cock to get every last drop out. The heat of the jizz on his skin felt obscene in the best way. He glanced down at his chest. Fuck. There was so much of it. It hit his clavicle. It was dabbed across one of his nipples. And it was pooled in his belly button. Jaron reached for his phone and snapped a photo, and texted his cumshot to Dawson with the message: I can’t fucking wait to see you.

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A Mouthful On Thanksgiving

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Jaron stepped off the bus, the crisp autumn air of his hometown greeting him like it was an old friend. It was good to be home, the 21-year-old thought to himself.

The leaves crunched under his feet as he walked down the familiar streets, the scent of woodsmoke and people smoking turkeys filling the air. Jaron had been looking forward to this Thanksgiving break for a couple weeks. Not only was this a chance to escape the hustle of college life and reconnect with his family, but it was the first time he’d been able to make it home since the semester began.

As he walked from the bus stop to his parents’s house, his phone buzzed with a text message from Dawson. He grinned to himself. Dawson was his best friend from high school, somebody he’d known since grade school.

“You home yet, dude?” texted Dawson.

Jaron tapped on his phone: “Yeah, just got off the bus, man. What’s going on?”

“I was thinking you should come over later! My folks are at my grandparents’s house until tomorrow. I thought we could catch up. Maybe watch a movie or something.”

Jaron grinned. The idea of hanging out with Dawson sounded perfect to him. It had been several months since the two saw each other in person. And since they’d been accustomed to sharing everything from stories to secrets to even deodorant on occasion, Jaron was excited to hang with his bud. Not only was Dawson the kind of friend who seemed to understood him better than anybody else, out of all of hometown buds, he was also the easiest to get along with. There was never any stress when the two hanged.

Jaron typed back: “That sounds fucking sweet.”

Jaron chilled with his mom and dad for a few hours, and spent some time playing cards with his siblings. After having dinner with his family, Jaron walked two streets over to Dawson’s house. He rung the doorbell and smiled when he could hear Dawson darting toward the front door to answer. From the sound of the fast steps, his buddy was excited to see him.

“Fuck, dude! It’s sweet to see you,” said Dawson, pulling Jaron in for a long bro hug.

“It’s been too fucking long, man,” said Jaron, “I’m glad you texted and that it worked out for us to hang.”

“Come on in, dude,” Dawson said, patting his bro on the back, “I’ve got some beers chilling in the fridge for us. You thirsty?”

“Yeah, dude, I’d love a beer.”

As Dawson fetched the drinks, Jaron looked around his buddy’s house. It was just as warm and inviting as always. When Dawson returned holding two open bottles, the pair settled into the living room, easing back into their familiar comfort like they’d hung out the day before. After a few laughs and catching up on their college experiences, Dawson said, “So, regarding a movie—tou thinking action or comedy?

“Action sounds good to me, man.”

“Sweet, I was thinking the same thing.”

Dawson turned on the TV, and the two eventually settled into watching the latest Jason Statham movie—an intense, action-packed thriller. It was over-the-top, of course, like every Statham film, filled with wild explosions and crazy car chases. During the movie, they both downed a couple beers. As the credits rolled, Jaron looked at his bud and grinned, “God, it’s good to be chilling with you, dude.”

“Agree, man, I’ve missed you,” said Dawson, reaching for the remote and turning off the movie. “I’ve got something else we can watch if you’re up for it.” A mischievous grin formed on Dawson’s face as he navigated to a different menu and selected a movie that features tits and pussy.

Jaron grinned. “Niiicccee.”

Dawson selected play and the movie started. The first part featured two women with huge boobs talking about sex while naked in bed. Before long, the two blondes were on each other, kissing, sucking each other’s tits, and then both of them taking turns going down on each other.

Jaron was enjoying the movie, and as soon as one of the chicks was eating the other chick’s pussy, his cock started getting hard in his pants.

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Dawson glanced over at his bud and smirked. “Well, it looks like you’re enjoying it.”

Jaron chuckled, his eyes glued to the screen. “Yeah, well, I guess I am.” The jock looked down at his crotch. “It’s kinda hard for me to hide how much I like it.”

Dawson laughed, keeping his eyes on the naked action. Jaron glanced down at his bud’s crotch and said, “looks like I’m not the only one enjoying the flick.”

They both shared a smile.

As the movie continued and the scene switched—a busty brunette was getting fucked by a big-dicked man while another girl, a hot redhead, ate the brunette’s pussy out—Jaron’s cock grew harder, its thick shaft tenting against the fabric of his jeans. He glanced over at Dawson, who was also more visibly aroused than before. Dawson reached down and adjusted his bulge, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Dude, I’m so fucking horny right now,” Dawson said, his voice low and husky.

Jaron nodded, his throbbing dick making it hard to think straight. “Me too, man.”

Without a word, Dawson unzipped his pants, slid them down, and pulled his dick out and let it hang over the waistband of his boxer briefs. “You don’t mind me jerking my cock, do you?” Dawson looked over at Jaron to find him staring at his junk.

“No, man, I think I’m gonna join you.”

“Yeah, dude, let that thing free.”

Dawson watched as Jaron’s fingers slid into the elastic of his joggers. He lifted his ass up off the couch and pushed his pants down, his dark cock standing tall like a tower between his legs.

“Fuck, Jaron, that’s a big cock, man,” said Dawson, “and shit, even your nuts are huge.”

Jaron blushed. “Your dick ain’t small, man.”

“When did you stop wearing underwear?”

“I mean, I’ve always hated wearing it,” Jaron said, “but I didn’t really start freeballing it until I left for college—it cuts down on how much laundry I have to do.”

“I bet,” said Dawson, stroking his cock and stealing a glance at Jaron rubbing on his.

The room became silent except for the sounds of the porn and their own occasional grunt of pleasure. The shaft of Jaron’s dick was the darkest shade of brown, its head a much lighter brown. It was thick, the veins pulsed with each heartbeat. Dawson’s cock was pale and nearly as impressive in size and girth. It was less veiny than Jaron’s dick, and when it was rock hard, it had a slight upward curve.

After they’d stroked their cocks for a few minutes, Dawson looked over at Jaron, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. “Uh, Jaron, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” said Jaron, giving him a quick look before putting his eyes back on the pussy on screen.

“Would you ever, uh…” Dawson paused, his nerves getting the better of him.

“Dude, spit it out, man.”

“I want to suck your dick, man. I mean, can I… suck your dick?” Dawson looked at Jaron, hoping against hope that he hadn’t asked a question that could ruin their friendship.

Jaron hesitated for a moment, the question catching him off guard. He had never done anything sexual with a guy before.

“So, wait,” Jaron said, “are you gay, dude? No worries if you are. I just didn’t know.”

“I’m curious, I guess,” Dawson said, shrugging, “but if it freaks you out, we can just forget I asked.”

“I’m not freaked out, man,” said Jaron, “if I’m honest, the thought of your mouth being on my cock is hot as fuck.” A slightly awkward silence fell between them. Finally, Jaron said, “Yeah, man, go for it—suck my dick.”

Dawson didn’t say anything, not with words. He just scooted closer to his best friend, his eyes locked on Jaron’s cock. He leaned over Jarod’s naked lap and took his dick into his mouth, his warm lips wrapping around his bud’s mushroom-shaped cock head. Jaron let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly. Dawson’s tongue slid slowly across the tip of Jaron’s cock, swirling around the crown, tasting the bead of precum that had already formed. It was like nothing Jaron had ever felt before. Sure, girls had sucked his dick before. But there was something about how Dawson put his mouth on him that was different, maybe better. He knew what he was doing, for one thing. He seemed to enjoy it more, too. Jaron leaned into the experience, feeling the full pleasure of his best friend’s mouth hot and wet on his cock. When Dawson began moving his mouth up and down, and did it like he actually cared about what he was doing—that was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck, dude,” Jaron said, his breath catching. “That feels so… shit… you’re really good at this.”

Dawson loved the affirmation but he kept his mouth wrapped around Jaron’s cock, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye, and then took his dick deeper, letting more of the thick shaft slide into his throat. He wrapped an hand around the base, squeezing gently, keeping Jaron’s cock steady while he bobbed his head, taking more and more of it each time.

Jaron watched his best friend’s blond head move up and down in his lap, the feeling of heat and suction quickly making his head spin. He tried not to sound too into it, but it was honestly impossible. Every time Dawson reached the tip of his cock, his tongue flicked or licked at the sensitive underside of Jaron’s duck head, and Jaron felt his hips jerk up.

“Oh, shit, Dawson… your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jaron breathed, not even trying to hold back the moans now. He felt totally out of control, his body just reacting. It was supposed to be weird, having his dick sucked by his best friend—a dude he’d known since he was a kid—but in that moment, he was loving every sensation.

“Suck on my nuts, dude,” Jaron said, putting his hand on the back of Dawson’s head and pushing it down onto his ballsack. Dawson didn’t need to be coaxed. He buried his face in Jaron’s nut sack, breathing in all of Jaron’s musk.

“Fuck, man,” Dawson moaned into his bud’s testicles, “your balls stink so damn good.”

Jaron smiled and pushed Dawson’s face tighter against his nuts. Dawson lapped his tongue at his balls, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure straight up Jaron’s body. Dawson took one of Jaron’s nuts into his mouth and sucked on it, rolling it gently against his tongue, and then he did the same to his other nut.

“Good God, dude,” Jaron groaned, “you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, man.”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” Dawson said as he moved off the couch and down onto the floor between Jaron’s knees. He immediately put his face back into Jaron’s crotch, tickling his bud’s nuts with the tip of his tongue. At some point, he let his tongue graze beneath his friend’s lowhangers. Jaron sighed as the pleasure overwhelmed him. When Dawson’s tongue prodded the edges of his ass crack, Jaron moaned and push his junk closer to his friend’s face. He brought his feet up, resting them onto the couch. Dawson took that as an invitation and he moved his tongue on Jaron’s tight little asshole. Dawson didn’t know what he was doing because he’d never rimmed anybody’s asshole, but he just loved having his face there. He pressed his tongue flat against the rim of Jaron’s hole and just left it there for a second, soaking in the heat against his tastebuds—the slightly musky scent coming straight off his best friend’s ass made his mouth water and his cock throb harder.

Dawson wanted more. So he started eating Jaron’s hole, slow at first, dragging the flat of his tongue straight up over the tight rim, then circling it and letting himself really taste his best friend’s ass. It was insane how good it felt to do this for him. Every breath filled his nose with the rich musk of Jaron’s sweat, funk, and sex. Dawson felt like he was becoming intoxicated.

Jaron couldn’t hold back the noises he was making. Every time Dawson sucked just a little harder, a fresh wave of pleasure ripped through Jaron’s core and his hips bucked against Dawson’s face.

“God… keep eating my fucking ass, dude,” Jaron groaned, his voice desperate. “That feels so fucking good.”

Dawson didn’t even try to answer. His face was buried too deep in his best friend’s ass crack. All he could do was moan softly as he munched on Jaron’s tight little hole, letting the taste and heat take over his whole body. The scent was so strong and intimate that it made his head spin.

For a second, all Jaron could do was let it happen. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to do when his ass was getting eaten. But all he knew was that his whole body felt like it was vibrating.

“Goddamn,” said Jaron, “you’re making me feel shit I ain’t felt before, man.”

Dawson just went harder, kissing and licking Jaron’s asshole with abandon, tongue-fucking his best friend like a fucking pornstar. Jaron arched his back, offering himself up, and just let the waves of pleasure take over. His cock was drooling pre all over his abs now.

After another minute or two, Jaron wanted Dawson’s mouth on his dick again, wanted to feel his best friend take him deep.

“Get back up here,” Jaron said, slapping his heavy cock against Dawson’s head. “I want to fuck your face.”

Dawson’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Fuck, yes.” He clambered back onto his knees, lining his mouth up with Jaron’s cock. Jaron, completely in control now, grabbed the base of his shaft and slapped it against Dawson’s cheek, his precum smearing across Dawson’s skin. Hunger taking over, Dawson opened his mouth wide, ready to take his friend’s cock again.

Jaron stood up, bracing his feet on either side of where Dawson knelt on the carpet, and angled his dick straight at his friend’s lips. Dawson gripped Jaron’s hips, steadying himself, eyes never leaving the thick cock bobbing in front of his face.

“You really want this cock, don’t you?” Jaron held his cock an inch or so from Dawson’s needy mouth.

Dawson nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. Jaron pushed his cock forward, his dick’s slick head gliding over Dawson’s tongue and stretching his mouth wide open. Dawson moaned around the thick shaft, loving that Jaron’s fat, veiny dick was invading his mouth again. The thrill of serving his friend in this way was electrifying, an experience that was overwhelming his senses.

“Yeah, take that big cock,” Jaron muttered as he felt his dick hit the back of Dawson’s throat, causing his gag refluxes to engage. Dawson tried to calm his gagging, saliva pouring from the corners of his mouth. Jaron pulled his cock out of Dawson’s throat just long enough to give the young man a moment to gather his will. Then, Jaron pushed in again, watching from above the way Dawson’s mouth stretched around the thickest part of his shaft, loving how his buddy’s eyes watered as he struggled to take his cock. When he’d hit the back of Dawson’s throat again, he slowed his movement, giving him time to calm his gagging. And when he did, Jaron pushed all of his cock inside his friend’s throat, watching as his nose pressed into his black thick pubes.

“Holy fuck, Daws,” said Jaron, his words coming out slow and needy, “that is the first time I’ve ever had somebody take all of my dick into their throat. That was hot as fuck, man.”

“Your cock is so fucking huge, man,” grunted Dawson, “my god, I love it so much.”

“Well, you’re about to get some more of it,” Jaron said as he grabbed the back of Dawson’s head and rammed his cock into him again. Jaron pushed all of his dick into the man’s throat again, bringing more tears to Dawson’s eyes. But Jaron didn’t hold back, he pulled out and pushed it back in, fucking his bud’s face hard.

Hard was an understatement. Jaron gripped the hair on the back of Dawson’s head with both of his hands and bucked his hips, pushing every inch of his cock into his friend’s willing mouth. With each thrust, Jaron watched Dawson’s face tense, watched his blue eyes widen and water, watched him brace himself for the next surge of dick filling his throat. He was amazed by how much his friend could take. Every time Dawson’s lips mashed up against his pubes, every time his nose buried in the black wiry hair at the base of Jaron’s cock, a jolt of pleasure shot through Jaron’s whole body.

For a second, Jaron just had to stare down at Dawson’s face sucking on his cock, just to get his head around it. All those years hanging out, talking shit, getting into trouble together—now Dawson’s mouth was filled to the brim with his manhood, letting Jaron do whatever the fuck he wanted. And somehow, Dawson looked even more turned on the more Jaron face-fucked him.

“Goddamn, bro, you’re a fucking natural at this,” said Jaron, his voice low and full of awe. “But I think you might be a little more than curious, Dawson.” Jaron grinned down at him as he pushed in again.

Dawson gagged as Jaron shoved into his throat again, but instead of pulling away, Dawson grabbed Jaron’s ass and shoved his face forward, holding his buddy’s cock deep inside. Jaron’s thighs tightened. The sensation was fucking insane. It was raw and intimate and wild, and Jaron didn’t even try to hold back the grunts of pleasure that ripped out of his chest.

He pulled out just a bit, letting Dawson catch his breath, then immediately slammed his cock back down Dawson’s throat. Each time, Dawson’s mouth stretched to the limit, Jaron became a little freer to use his friend’s face for his pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” Jaron said, his tone somewhere between impressed and mocking, “look at you, dude… look at you just letting me fuck your mouth like this.” Jaron didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He jammed his cock into him. And it was obvious that Dawson was getting off on the whole thing. His face was red with excitement, spit shining on his chin. He moaned every time the thick cock molded itself down his throat, like he was hungry for more.

“Get ready, man, I’m gonna fucking destroy your mouth,” Jaron said, widening his stance, planting his feet as he grabbed the sides of Dawson’s head. Then he really started to go to town, ramming his cock down his buddy’s throat, over and over, feeling his nuts knock hard against Dawson’s chin.

Jaron lost himself in the rhythm. There was something so fucking primal about using Dawson’s mouth this way, watching his best friend’s face contort with each punishing thrust. The action of his nuts battering Dawson’s chin, the expression of total submission on Dawson’s face… it was all too much. Jaron felt like the entirety of their friendship had narrowed to this moment. It was just heat, friction, and the obscene slurping and gasping noises that were coming from between his best bud’s lips.

Dawson grabbed Jaron’s ass cheeks tighter, pulling his face forward, basically begging for more cock. It made Jaron wild. He wanted to see just how much his friend could take. He wanted to see if he could break him.

Jaron pounded his cock down Dawson’s throat so hard that Dawson started to cry, saliva spilling down his chin and soaking his neck. There was no hesitation or second thoughts now. The deeper Jaron went, the more desperate he felt to lose himself in Dawson’s mouth. He stared down at his friend’s face, hair falling in Dawson’s eyes, tears streaming, lips stretched wide, and felt something huge building inside him, a pleasure so raw it was almost too much.

“Fuck!” Jaron yelled, “you take cock better than any girl ever did. Not gonna lie, Dawson—you were made for this, man. You look hot with my cock in your mouth.”

Dawson let out a muffled moan, his throat squeezing around Jaron’s shaft. Jaron nearly collapsed from the sensation. He felt his balls tighten up against his taint, his cock throbbing in Dawson’s mouth. He was close. So fucking close.

Jaron yanked his cock out, letting it slap against Dawson’s cheek, leaving a streak of shiny spit. Dawson gasped for air.

“Holy shit,” Dawson breathed, staring up at Jaron with pure lust. “I don’t even have words, dude. Fuck.”

Jaron grinned. “You want to keep sucking it, or should I blow my load on your face?”

Dawson’s dick twitched hard at the question. He looked up from beneath Jaron’s wet cock, the hunger in his eyes obvious. “Do both. I want to taste you, then I want you to cum all over me.”

The answer made Jaron’s cock pulse. Goddamn. Jaron shoved his cock right back down Dawson’s throat, not even waiting for him to catch his breath. Every thrust jammed the fat head of Jaron’s cock straight down Dawson’s throat, and every time, Dawson’s nose smashed into Jaron’s thick black bush.

Jaron moaned, his body shaking. He watched Dawson, watched his blue eyes go wide as he took the endless assault, watched drool pour from his lips, watched his friend’s face turn even redder with need and arousal. He was so fucking close now—the taste and feel of Dawson’s mouth, the lewd sounds of slurping and choking, the sight of his own cock vanishing between his friend’s lips.

Jaron bucked his hips harder, loving the feeling of total control. He could tell Dawson was barely holding on, but every time Jaron pounded his cock forward, Dawson just took it, opening his mouth, letting him in, like he wanted to be wrecked by this.

“Fuck! Oh god, I’m gonna cum, man—I’m gonna fucking cum!” Jaron groaned, shoving his cock deep. “You ready for it? You want my load, bro?”

Dawson whimpered, his throat squeezing tight around Jaron’s shaft. Jaron kept pounding, feeling the pleasure boiling up in his balls, climbing higher and higher until he thought his whole body was about to explode.

Then it hit him. His cock jerked in Dawson’s mouth and he started cumming, no warning, just ropes of hot jizz shooting down Dawson’s throat. Jaron made a gut-wrenching noises of pleasure, almost like animal growls, and shoved his cock even deeper, holding Dawson’s face in his pubes while he unloaded right down his buddy’s throat. Jaron could feel Dawson swallowing, drinking every drop, moaning around the fat cock in his mouth. Jaron didn’t stop. He kept his hands fisted in Dawson’s hair, pushing every bit of cum as deep as he could.

“Fuck, dude, you’re a fucking beast,” Jaron gasped, barely able to catch his breath. His cock kept twitching, still oozing spurts of cum.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jaron relaxed his grip and slowly pulled his cock out of Dawson’s mouth. His dick slid out with a wet pop, leaving a trail of spit and cum shining across Dawson’s lips. Dawson gasped for air, breathing hard, his face a mess of drool, tears, and streaks of cum. But the look in his eyes was pure hunger.

“God, you jizzed a lot, dude!” said Dawson with a smile, his fingers wrapping around his own cock, “you cool if I finish myself off? I’m horny as fuck.”

“Of course, man!” said Jaron, still recovering from his orgasm. “Is there something you’d like me to do to help?”

“There’s lots of things I’d love for you to do to me. But I’m not going to ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“Dawson, you just gave me the best fucking orgasm of my whole life. The least I can do is to help you out a little. What do you want me to do?”

Dawson thought for a moment, still stroking his cock, feeling horny and vulnerable. He finally looked at his friend and said, “will you kiss me while I stroke?”

Jaron was shocked by the request but also slightly turned on by it. He looked at Dawson and patted his lap, motioning for him to come sit. Dawson stood and straddled his friend’s lap. As soon as Dawson sat, Jaron leaned in and pressed his lips against Dawson’s lips, letting his tongue push into his friend’s mouth. As the two made out, Dawson stroked his cock between them. Soon, Dawson moaned into Jaron’s mouth and Jaron feel his buddy’s seed shoot between them.

“Ugh, thank you,” groaned Dawson. “I wanted to kiss you since the ninth grade.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jaron said, hardly able to comprehend the revelation.”

Silence fell between them for a moment. And then Jaron said, “well, the next time you kiss me, can you do it before I’ve cum in your mouth? I did not love tasting my own jizz.”

They both laughed.

“Why not?” asked Dawson, “I think your cum tastes good. But then again, I’m the curious one.”

Jaron shook his head. “You’re definitely more than curious…”

Dawson interrupted him. “WAIT A MINUTE. You said, ‘the next time you kiss me’—are we doing this again?”

Jaron laughed. “I mean, there’s still a few more days of Thanksgiving break and then there’s Christmas break in a few weeks. I mean, why wouldn’t we do this again?”

Dawson grinned. “Fine. I just didn’t know what you were thinking.” And then Dawson said, “maybe I could come see you at college on MLK day.”

“You better fucking better…”