Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2008 21:18:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jude O. <boyinjeans25@yahoo.com>
Subject: When Lust Evolves-3

The following is a true story. Please do not copy it and claim it to be
your own, as you consciously know that these events did not happen to
you. Thank you for respecting that and thank you for reading my story.

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	In the first few moments after Kevin and I had both cum, we were
silent and just sitting side-by-side, naked, allowing the awkwardness in
the room to lie down between us. The feeling was there and that was fine;
we didn't try to combat it. I had just swallowed his cum and unloaded all
over him, so we allowed ourselves to feel a little edgy. But what I loved
about Kevin and I was that in an uneasy moment like that, we didn't go
against our comfort with one another by scrambling to find words to fill
the silence. We just let the quiet float over us like we often did when
we'd hang out over a beer on a night when we didn't feel like sharing our
friendship with other people.

	I miss that about Kevin and I--the way we did not cower to silence
or its challenge for us to speak to one another without words. The way we
did not say things just to say them because there was nothing being
said... I don't think that I will find that again. Call me pessimistic, but
I am actually damn near positive that I won't. Tiffany and I didn't even
have that.

	"You came all over me," Kevin said with a hint of delayed
bafflement in his tone, reliving the moment and shattering the stillness in
the room.

	An unwelcome, embarrassed smile spread across my face and I said,
"Yea I did."

	"...Without any warning," He went on.

	I laughed uneasily and rubbed the back of my neck, moving Kevin to
look over at me and smile.

	"Well it was a very 'in the heat of the moment' sort of thing," I
explained, turning my head to him.

	"Oh is that what sort of thing it was?"

	"Yes... that's what sort of thing it was," I smiled.

	"I'm glad you explained that because to me it seemed like more of a
'lets see how much I can surprise Kevin while also seeing how close I can
come to hitting his face...' sort of thing."

	I laughed, "I did come pretty close to hitting your face."

	"Ho ho, it's not funny! If you had cum on my face I would have you
pinned to the bed screaming for mercy right now," He said, pointing a
finger at me.

	I blew air out through my lips and smacked his hand away before
saying, "Yea okay, Kev."

	And just like that the awkwardness left the room and it was just my
best friend and I sharing the bed together. Before too long we were joking
around and--if I remember it correctly--practically giddy. Talking about
what I had just done, how he had admittedly liked it, how he'd had his ass
licked before by a few girls, how he'd been deep throated before by a few
girls, how I compared, and on and on. And when our back and fourth banter
eventually hit a wall, Kevin drew his legs up--placing his forearms on his
knees--and let his head fall back against the headboard.

	I looked over at him and said, "So let me ask you something."

	"Okay."

	"Where did this come from?"

	"What?" He played stupid.

	"This... curiosity of yours? Or open-mind or whatever."

	"Uhh," He stalled then kind of laughed and said, "I don't
know. Does it matter?"

	"No. It doesn't matter... I'm just," I stopped to pick my words,
"It seems like I shouldn't be as surprised as I am. I mean if I claim to
know you as well as I do."

	Kevin didn't respond immediately but when he spoke he said,
"Well... like I said yesterday: I'm just letting you have a taste of what
I'm like in bed so that you can stop dreaming about it."

	I let out a small chuckle and nodded my head. I was disappointed in
his lack of sincerity; we both knew that what he had said was bullshit. And
though I wanted to push him for a serious answer, I sensed that right then
wasn't the time so I dropped it.

	I turned on the lamp on his nightstand, as the sun had completely
set by then, then sank down a little on the bed and stared straight ahead
of me.

	"Are you tired?" He asked me.

	"No."

	"Do you have class in the morning?"

	"No. Just the clinic at noon."

	Kevin nodded, and I was sure his next question would be, "So do you
want to go ahead and do what we were going to do?" or something like
that. He didn't say anything more though, so I decided to get the ball
rolling myself by asking, "Do you have condoms?"

	He hesitated a moment before turning to his nightstand and pulling
the top drawer open. I watched as he fumbled with a box of Lifestyle
condoms then grabbed one and handed it to me. I looked at the package like
I had never seen it before. Rotating it between my fingers, squeezing it a
little and then stroking it with my thumb.

	"And you have lube right?" I asked.

	When Kevin didn't respond, I looked up at him and said, "You don't
have lube?"

	"No I do... it's, um," He paused then grinned kind of sheepishly
and went on to say, "It's on your side."

	I turned to his nightstand and started to open the top drawer, but
he stopped me by saying, "It's below the drawers... in the swing door."

	I bent down and opened the small door then moved around some of his
things in search of the lube. While I looked, I came across a dildo that
looked exactly like one that I had given him as a gag gift a few years
back.

	For his twenty-second birthday, I had enclosed a dildo in a box
that I carefully wrapped and tied a ribbon around. Kevin looked at me
suspiciously when I'd handed it to him because he had specifically asked me
for a gift card to Best Buy.

	"What is this?" He asked me, studying the box with the ridiculous
pink ribbon wrapped around it.

	"I don't know. Open it."

	My friend eyed me closely as he pulled the ribbon apart, and I wore
my best poker face as I watched him.

	Wrapping paper dropped to the floor and with a final glance up at
me he opened the top of the box, and I smiled. When his eyes dropped to the
dildo, I almost pissed myself I swear to God.

	"Goddamnit, Jude," He said and let the box drop from his hands.

	I laughed hysterically, and Kevin just shook his head and pretended
like he was annoyed with me even though the smile on his face proved that
he wasn't.

	"You're such a child. Where's my damn gift card?"

	When I stopped laughing, I pulled the gift card from my pocket and
handed it to him.

	"Thank you... jerk."

	This memory crossed my mind as I looked at the dildo, and though I
was shocked and wanted to ask him about it, I didn't. Instead, I reached
over the toy and grabbed his lube then lifted up and placed it on the
nightstand.

	When I looked over at Kevin, he had a "you caught me" smirk on his
face and he was uncomfortably scratching at the stubble on his cheek.

	"I didn't see anything," I told him with a smile.

	"Yea well... you're about to fuck me, so I guess it doesn't matter
what you saw does it?" He responded, and I grinned at the unwelcome,
embarrassed smile that took its turn on his face.

	"No, it really doesn't... you are shocking me by the minute
though."

	Kevin laughed and ran his fingers through his hair then groaned and
quickly told me not to get any crazy ideas in my head about what it could
mean for him to use what I had just seen.

	"Oh please, don't forget who you're talking to, Kevin," I said to
him.

	My saying that made him look over at me, and I just shrugged like
it was no big deal, which seemed to settle his face and relax him a little.

	"Hey is it alright if I put some porn on or something?" I asked
him, changing the subject before things started to get awkward again.

	"Yea that's fine."

	I don't need porn to enjoy sex with a man, but I thought that it
might help Kevin relax. I got up and went to his closet, and I opened the
box that holds all of his pornos. I fingered through a few, for some reason
being picky, then decided on a DVD with a "cheating housewives" theme to
it.

	Without looking at Kevin, I walked to his television on the dresser
in front of his bed and went through the motions of putting the porno
on. And with the push of a button and a few seconds of fast-forwarding,
moaning filled his room and I walked back over to him. He looked at the
television and then over at me when I got back on his bed, and it was a
little weird because as I moved closer to him he just kind of looked at me
like, "Uhh, what are you about to do," as opposed to following my lead and
getting into a position that made it possible for me to access his body.

	"Just watch the TV. I'm gonna warm you up a little bit," I said to
him and put my hand on his side and pushed for him to slide down the bed.

	Kevin moved his forearms from his knees and lowered his legs to the
bed, then obeyed my nudge and slid down the headboard until he was laying
flat with his head propped up against the pillows. I got between his legs
and stole a look up at him to ensure that he was watching the porno--he
was--then dipped down and took his soft dick into my mouth.

	Though Kevin had earlier declared that I was, "Pretty good at
giving head," and though he was watching hardcore porn, it took him a good
while to get hard. My jaw was actually beginning to hurt when his cock
finally started to respond to me, and I remember swiftly pulling my lips
away and jerking him off into a full hardon before his nerves or whatever
stole his excitement away.

	"Hmm," He sighed a little to my hand then squirmed when I took his
dick back into my mouth.

	When I finally had him going, I said, "Spread your legs a little
bit," and pushed on his inner thigh.

	He did as I asked, and I touched my tongue to his asshole and
licked him there nice and slow.

	"You like that wet pussy? Are you fucking that wet pussy," some
slut was moaning from behind me. And though that was bad acting, my dick
got a little hard. I left it alone, however, and brought my hands up and
spread Kevin's cheeks.

	With his hole stretched and exposed to me, I rolled my tongue
against it and poked at it while my warm breath helped to encourage its
arousal. And when I looked up and I saw Kevin blinking almost nonstop to my
mouth on ass, I licked him faster and he sucked air in through his teeth
and let his bent legs spread against the mattress. With each flick of my
tongue, his asshole became more alive and flexed its pleasure to me. And
after awhile of rimming him in quick directionless strokes, I pulled back
and looked at his wrinkle to see just how hungry I had made it and the
tender spot impatiently contracted to the absence of my tongue.

	I sucked a finger into my mouth then rubbed it against Kevin's
opening. Smooth, light circles with barely any pressure and then a slap of
spit to coat the pucker before I let my finger go inside. When I pushed
forward, there was hardly any resistance but I went slow anyway and stopped
at the second knuckle. I then leaned forward and licked around my finger,
letting my saliva pass onto his hole, before I coaxed more of my digit
inside of him.

	"Is that alright?" I asked, holding my finger still after it had
disappeared between his cheeks.

	"Yea," Kevin croaked, then cleared his throat and said, "It's
fine."

	I slid my finger out a little and then in and then out, and then I
petted the acquiescent rosebud and licked at it some more. It pushed
against my tongue like it was asking me where my finger had gone and then
gripped me when I gave it what it wanted. Kevin's sphincter muscles relaxed
just as quickly as they had contracted, and I breathed a little heavier on
his hole with the understanding that he was already pretty eager for my
dick.

	I withdrew my finger and leaned over Kevin for the lube on his
nightstand, and then I sat back on my calves and popped the cap open. I
could feel his eyes on me as I poured the liquid onto two of my fingers and
then rubbed them against his hole. With a quick look up at him, I
effortlessly slipped a finger inside and without missing a beat started
rocking it in and out. Kevin gave no complaint, so I fucked him with one
finger for a short while and then--with a gasp from him--two. With each
motion inside of him, his ass gave into me a little more and began
anxiously sucking on my fingers.

	I rotated my hand so that I was fingering him with my palm up, and
then I took hold of his cock while I went on a search for his prostate. A
quick exhale of breath reassured me that I'd found it, so I stared down
between his legs and worked this spot with the tips of my fingers. Kevin's
dick leaked down my hand, and I stroked it, persuading it to get
harder. And when his jagged breathing got louder and his legs started
wobbling to the feeling of my fingers milking him, I removed my hands from
his body and let my mouth touch him again. I sucked his dick and then his
balls and then licked his ass some more and then back to his dick again,
giving each of these erogenous zones the attention they wanted. There was
no rhyme or reason to my movements; I was just trying to relax him and make
him itch for my cock.

	After awhile of letting my mouth play between his legs, I lifted up
and slipped my fingers back inside of him. His asshole squeezed me and then
panted for me to stroke it, so I did and I candidly looked down at Kevin
who was--to no surprise to me--trying to fight the horny expression that
was creeping onto his face.

	"A little faster?" I asked him. But before he could even answer me,
my fingers were already responding to my question and twisting and driving
inside of him.

	Kevin's eyes moved from the porno behind me and darted to my hand
working his anus. He fidgeted to my fingers and my dick got hard watching
him try to deny what I was doing to him. And as his uneven breathing
started taking over the moaning slut coming from the television, I
impatiently dripped onto his bed sheets and salivated to his hunger. I
could have thrown on a condom and fucked him right then--I could tell he
wanted it--but I wanted to build up that lust inside of him. I wanted to
make it come to the surface of his body and pour out through his lips.

	My hand grabbed Kevin's dick and I stroked it to the rhythm of my
fingers inside of him, making him finally look up at me and wordlessly ask
what I was waiting for. I ignored his silent question and continued to
caress him, and his eyes dropped from mine and settled back on my actions
between his legs. He started moaning a little and rocking his hips to my
stubborn control of his body; he looked so amazing doing that. I never
thought I'd see him like that--so horny to my hands touching him.

	I released his asshole after awhile, and he went limp and started
panting a little.

	"Jesus," He chuckled through his heavy breathing and then quickly
moaned when my fingers entered him again.

	Without giving him a chance to catch up to the surprise, I screwed
and pushed my fingers in and out and forced him to disappear into the
pleasure I was bringing him. Mindless noises sang to me and unconscious
squirming started squeaking his bed. And though I wanted to look at him, I
let my eyes fall from his face so that I didn't embarrass him with my stare
down at his pleasure.

	Men, I have noticed, get very uncomfortable when you make them lose
control. You, a man, shouldn't be able to make them feel so good. Only
women can make them feel like that. Toes curling, clawing, whimpering,
shouting... those outlets for pleasure are just at the hands of
women. That's the mindset of the rigid, restricted, straight men that have
"accidentally" ended up in my bed. And that mindset is of course absurd. I
have always thought so. There are just some things that women cannot
do. Even women who want to please the hell out of you any way that they
can. They still cannot take the place of what lingers behind the opposite
side of the fence. They are still women; they are not men.

	I poured more lube onto my fingers before inviting a third to enter
my friend, and with a twist of my hand and a deep push forward I hit that
obstruction inside of him and Kevin's dick trembled and oozed onto his
torso. And for a second I thought he was pissed at me because he scooted
away from my hand and denied my fingers access to his butt.

	"Alright..." Kevin practically whispered.

	He grabbed the concealed condom on his bed and outstretched it to
me and then said, "You wanna put that on now?"

	I swallowed my excitement in the husky way that he had asked me
that and took the condom from his fingers. As I unwrapped the package,
nerves that I had paid little attention to seemed to come to the surface of
my skin and a flash of Kevin wrapping his arms around me as I heaved my
body over him crossed my mind. I didn't know what to do with that thought,
so I cleared my throat and quickly rolled the condom on and told myself not
to fly down bridges that he and I hadn't crossed.

	"You're not allowed to act weird around me after this," Kevin said,
like he could read my thoughts.

	I just grinned a little and responded, "Neither are you."

	We shared a look that was very ambiguous but also conveyed our
feelings of how surreal it was that we were about to have sex. I remember
searching his face for hesitation or regret or a hint of, "Maybe we
shouldn't do this," but I came up short. He looked horny and breathless and
just a little bit nervous. I don't know what I looked like. I felt really
unsure to be honest--that vision had kind of freaked me out--and it's quite
possible it showed. But if it did, then Kevin had ignored it.

	He got to his knees, breaking the gaze between us, and nonverbally
declared that he wanted me to fuck him doggy style while he watched the
porno I'd put on. I didn't challenge this position; I just followed his
movements on the bed and assumed my place behind him. With a gentle push
against his back, he bent over and revealed his hole to me. It looked tight
as hell and was just the slightest bit open to suggest otherwise. I grabbed
the lube and squeezed the bottle over his crack, and then pushed the liquid
inside of him with my fingers before coating my own cock and getting it
nice and wet.

	As I lined my head up with Kevin's hole, he spread his legs and
looked straight ahead of him at the couple having sex in the same position
we were about to have sex in.

	"Ooooh oooh! Yes yes ohhh ohh!" The woman was cooing.

	I pushed forward against Kevin's opening and met with some
resistance that did not want to give in to my efforts, so he reached behind
him and spread one of his cheeks then pushed against my dick as I tried
driving it forward again.

	"Huh," He exhaled quietly, dropping his head from the porno and
grabbing his dick, as I finally slid inside of him.

	I held still for a while and then pushed forward some more and
watched as his asshole ushered in the last few inches of my length. He was
so tight, and he was contracting around me like a heartbeat, making me take
hold of his hips to balance myself against the feeling. I started to ask
him if he was okay, but he answered my question by lifting his head back up
and rocking his hand between his spread legs. He watched the porno and
waited for me to start moving inside of him, so I looked down to my cock
stretching his hole and sluggishly started stroking his anal walls. My
thrusts were shallow at first, but they gradually got deeper with the
confidence that Kevin could take it. And before too long, I was filling him
up with the entire length of my cock and steadily fucking him in long,
unhurried strokes that persuaded him to jerk his dick faster.

	The sight of my penis disappearing in and out of his hole made my
lips part and the tip of my tongue snake between my teeth it was so
hot. And as I began to build up the pace and get better acquainted with his
tunnel, my heart started racing to the way his anal ring rocked to my dick
moving inside of him. I looked up at Kevin for just a moment and saw that
he was still silently, diligently watching the girl getting fucked on the
screen in front of us, so I then moved my eyes back to his butt and it's
dance with my cock.

	"Cum on my tits," the porn star ordered and shortly after that I
heard a man groaning and the woman moaning her approval.

	My eyes didn't leave Kevin's ass to watch this display. His tug on
my dick as I withdrew from his hole was far more captivating, and the way
he'd subtly fidget when I paused before sinking back into him was too
fucking hot to look away from. His obvious hunger made me start to lose my
breath a little, and his tight grasp on my dick as I dipped in and out of
him made my whole body realize how long it had been since I had felt
something so good.

	I remember telling myself to calm down and slow down a little; I
remember telling myself to take my time. But as a lull of silence fell over
the room when the sex scene ended and I could clearly hear Kevin breathing
heavily to my thrusts inside of him, my thoughts stopped and my body took
over. I gripped his hips tighter and began to pull him into my thrusts,
driving my cock nice and deep into his chute. I fucked him quicker, and I
let out my own exhale of breath to the image of his wet hole letting me
feed it in swift, constant strokes.

	Kevin dropped to his elbows and I watched him roll his head around
on his neck, trying to keep it up to watch the new set of porn stars that
were exchanging unrealistic banter leading up to their cookie-cutter
rendition of sex. And as my friend tried to focus on the straight porn in
front of him, I focused my attention on pulling his body into my dick and
building up a nice rhythm as I fucked into him with relentless
fervor. After awhile his breathing got louder and his efforts to watch the
pretty lady undressing for the man failed against the hold I had on his
body.

	My teeth bit into the tip of my tongue, and I pushed into Kevin a
little quicker as his head fell forward against the bed and his back heaved
his horny gasps. He was so hot. His suntanned body flexed its muscles in
response to my cock, and his strong ass was just asking for me to knead
it. I wanted to touch him, run my hands over his smooth skin, and rake my
fingers down his back. Oh, I wanted to. He looked so amazing taking my dick
like that, and he was doing a terrible job of hiding how much he loved it.

	I stopped the pull I had on his hips and then lost my breath when
Kevin took over and started rocking his body on my dick without my
encouragement. His lustful urgency made me moan and the sight of him
fucking himself was almost too much. I held still and stared down at my
cock disappearing in and out of his anus; the image was so erotic that I
almost didn't believe that it was Kevin pushing his ass into my
body. Surely he could not look that sexy to me. Surely that was not him
forcing the air out of my lungs.

	When I couldn't take it anymore, I held nothing back and pumped my
dick inside of Kevin's ass like he was begging me to. My entire length
filled him up with each thrust into his hole, and he quickly scrambled to
take hold of his cock and stroke it to the pleasure I was painting all over
his body. He moaned and drowned out the woman cooing to the hands of some
insignificant porn star, and I panted to the noises he made and
relentlessly kept up my speed inside of him.

	"Ohh fuck... ugh ugh ugh... ohhoohh fuck," He moaned, his head
carelessly bobbing around as I pounded my body against his.

	I ran my hand down his back as a wordless encouragement for him to
keep moaning how good I felt in his ass. I wanted to talk dirty to him and
make him tell me how much he loved my cock, but I didn't. I couldn't let
myself forget who I was having sex with although it was very easy to
forget. He was so out of character. Moaning and pushing against my penis
inside of him... it was so fucking surreal I can't even effectively express
how much.

	Before Kevin and I started fooling around, the image of him on his
hands and knees taking my dick didn't have a chance of lingering in my mind
for very long. Such an idea had a better chance of being laughed at by
me. That visual just didn't compute; it didn't make sense. I had always
thought that he didn't belong in a position like that; I had thought that
it wasn't for him to be so submissive. But what the hell did I know all
those years because he was bent over taking my cock like I couldn't give it
to him hard enough, and he looked so incredible doing it. The image didn't
seem so preposterous anymore. It seemed more preposterous that I hadn't
been able to imagine it before hand.

	As I banged into Kevin, he gradually cascaded down into the bed,
leaving his ass up in the air for me to do what I wanted with. My eyes
stared between his cheeks at my cock pummeling him, and I started panting
and sweating and fighting off that feeling inside of me that told me to
cum. God, I had to slow down.

	With batted breath I slowed my movements, and Kevin panted to the
change in pace and let go of his dick. My hands caressed his back as I
fucked him nice and slow, and he squirmed when I withdrew from his ass
completely and rubbed my head against his opening. A smooth dip back into
him made us both moan, and I stayed deep inside of his tunnel for a few
seconds before easing back out and sinking forward again. His asshole
gripped me so tight when I did this, and I pushed forward even more and
Kevin cried out to me. His cry shook my body, and in that moment I found
myself again amazed by how long I had gone without hearing a man cry out
like that.

	I loved Tiffany and when I missed being with a man I didn't miss it
all that much because she really meant everything to me--she was enough for
me. But that ache in my stomach... there was something to be said for how
strongly it was gripping me behind the walls of Kevin's bedroom. I didn't
realize how badly I had missed it until it kicked through my body and
slapped me in the face for burying it so deep inside of myself.

	I got to my feet on Kevin's bed--my dick still inside of him--and
placed my hands on the small of his back before riding his ass nice and
deep. My strokes were long and deliberate, timed by Kevin's reactions to my
movements. He whimpered to my cock teasing his butthole, and I watched with
lustful eyes as he tugged and stroked his fingers through his thick mess of
dark brown hair every time I plunged into him as deep as I could go. Jesus,
he was out of his mind, and I was going to cum so hard if I wasn't careful.

	I cautiously gripped his skin and began fucking him a little
faster, my balls slapping against his ass as I dicked his hole. And as I
built up the pace he slowly slid his body to the bed, landing me on top of
his back with my breath against his ear. Some nameless emotion shot through
me when I covered his body with mine, and I froze on top of him. I could
feel my heart pounding against his back, and I knew that he could feel it
too. Heavy breathing, my best friend beneath me, our bodies connected, his
skin against mine... a cold chill ran up my spine and I told myself to get
up.

	"Get up. Get off of him. Move, Jude," I said to myself.

	I remember that so clearly.

	But I didn't move. I just panted against his ear and kept my cock
deep inside of him. We were both silent and heaving against one another,
trying to calm down from what we had just done.

	"Are you close?" Kevin breathed.

	"Yea... are you?"

	"Yea."

	I kept panting against his ear, and I didn't move. I should have
dragged my ass up right then, but I didn't.

	"Your dick feels so good," He said to me, and I could hear the
pleasure in his voice.

	I swallowed to these words and the way he'd said them and then
said, "Yea?"

	Kevin kept panting.

	I started rocking my hips against his ass and driving my cock into
him again. This made him spread his legs under me and commence breathing
heavily against his bed sheets. I fucked him slow and long and deep and
when he let out a hushed noise and pushed against my body on top of him, I
touched my lips to his ear and whispered, "Is that good?"

	Kevin responded with another hushed noise that I wouldn't have been
able to hear had I not been inches from him.

	"Do you want it harder?" I asked him. And before he could respond I
let my ass rise and fall against his butt, creating a slapping sound that
spoke how forceful I was plunging into him.

	And as Kevin pressed his head into the mattress, I stroked his ear
with my lips and delicately peeked my tongue out to assist me in caressing
this sensitive part of his body. He did not object or pull away from my
mouth, in fact, his head rolled against my tongue and he seemed to
encourage what I was doing. I humped against him and lazily made out with
his ear, my hands grabbing fistfuls of his sheets as I fucked him. It
wasn't long before he was writhing and twitching beneath me and using his
body to let me know he needed to cum.

	"Turn over," I whispered, lifting off of him.

	Kevin rolled over onto his back and we both looked between his
spread legs as I guided my dick back into his asshole. With a steady push I
filled him up again, and he sighed and dropped his body back down against
the bed. I then leaned forward on my knees, placing my palms to his
mattress, and resumed stroking his anal walls.

	I went slow to keep from cumming before Kevin did, and I kept my
head down--avoiding his face--to keep from witnessing anything that would
push me over the edge. Facial expressions turn me on so much and I was
already on the brink of losing it, so I made sure to focus my eyes on
something else. His clenching abs weren't all that helpful in warding off
my orgasm, nor was his hand stroking his dick or his asshole feeding on my
cock but I held my head down all the same.

	"Oh yea," Kevin moaned, placing his hand on my thigh.

	And before I could stop myself I looked up at him and observed the
bliss on his face. Fuck. His eyes were closed and rolling behind their
lids, his mouth open, his head turned and pressed into the bed. Shit. I
watched him and increased the rhythm I had between his legs, and I bit the
inside of my lip as he moaned and gripped my thigh.

	After awhile of staring at him, Kevin opened his eyes and looked up
at me--I think he felt me watching him. And instead of looking away like I
normally would have, I held my stare on his face and shamelessly shared my
own expression of pleasure. And as our gaze got to be a little too long and
a little too personal and a little too...too, I felt myself being sucked
into his magnetism and forgetting who he was to me. I exhaled--relieved
maybe--when Kevin broke our gaze and shifted his eyes to what my cock was
doing to him between his legs. I looked down as well and watched our bodies
colliding, and I hoped like crazy that he would cum soon because I could
feel whatever stamina I had left in me slowly slipping away.

	"Do it harder," He breathed, moving his hand from his dick and
sliding it up to his chest.

	"Mmm," I moaned, both turned on and unsure by his demand. I didn't
think that I could fuck him harder; I could barely keep up the pace I
already had. Any harder or longer or faster and I'd be an orgasmic mess
between his legs.

	"Come on... I'm so close," He begged me and pulled on my thigh.

	I blew air out through my lips and gave in to Kevin's sexy plea
despite my body's objections. And when he gasped to my cock fucking the
shit out of him and moved his hand to my waist, I closed my eyes and tried
to focus all of my attention on containing myself. He felt so good and he
was making these noises--these whiny groans--that made my skin tingle. And
he was grabbing at my body and pulling on me and his legs were
shaking... ugh, God. I grabbed at his bed sheets and moaned, amazed by my
own endurance. After two months of going without I was pretty damn
impressive although I am sure that if I had not cum before hand this part
of the story would be very different.

	As Kevin's groans became more urgent, I opened my eyes and stared
down at his fingers pushing against the base of his shaft--raising his cock
and pointing it upward. And just as I was about to tell him to stroke his
dick and cum for me, I watched as volley after volley of cum shot out from
his head and dropped to his body.

	"Augh," I moaned, surprised by his orgasm, and continued to
relentlessly pound him.

	Each jet was thick and long and created puddles on his stomach that
rained down over his abs as he shook and bucked to my thrusts inside of
him. I whimpered to this sight and the intensified squeeze his asshole had
on me and before I had time to even say, "I'm cumming," my orgasm shot
through me and rolled my eyes into my head.

	I pushed into Kevin one last time, and he ran his hand up my waist
to my shoulder and gripped my skin like he was hanging on to me. I could
hear his stiff, stifled grunts over my moans, and I felt his body jerking
under mine to the waves of his orgasm.

	The poorly rehearsed sex scene didn't have a chance of being
understood as Kevin and I voiced our pleasure and lost control of our
bodies. Kevin told me later that I was screaming to which I vehemently
denied this, but I really don't know. Maybe I did scream. I hadn't cum that
hard in ages as Tiffany and I had been very disconnected the last several
times we had had sex. I may as well have been fucking a pillow.

	"Haugh haugh haugh haugh," Kevin panted and moaned at the same time
once his orgasm had subsided.

	I looked down at his exhaustion, creating my own chorus of heavy
breathing, and pushed away from him a little to avoid collapsing on his
chest. As I moved back, Kevin's hand trailed from my shoulder and dropped
to his side and his partially closed eyes widened to focus on my face. He
looked at me behind wavering eyelids and then down to my dick still inside
of him and his cum all over his stomach and then back up to me again. I
felt weak and fuzzy and though I wanted to say something to him, I did not
know what to say. "That was incredible," didn't seem to fit the moment. "I
didn't realize how sexy you are," definitely could not be said. "How did we
go so many years without doing that," could have been taken the wrong
way. I didn't know what to say.

	Seconds passed and passed, and I came up short and separated our
bodies without saying anything. Kevin sighed and his shaky legs found their
place on the bed while I rolled the cum soaked condom off of my dick. And
then with a bounce of the bed I walked to his bathroom for the second time
that night and disposed of the condom before grabbing yet another towel to
clean up the mess that we had made.


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