Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2022 05:21:15 +0000 From: JSnow26 Subject: Essence of Pride Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Nothing written is real or based on any real-life situations, and no content is ever condoned or encouraged. The world of fiction is wonderful and allows for many fantasies, so always remember to keep this in mind when reading and keep it there. Donation Reminder: Don't forget to donate, everyone! https://donate.nifty.org/ Thank you! ********************************************* MAIN CHARACTER BIOS: ALEX SNOW -Age: 20 -Occupation: Student / Soccer (Football) Player -Height/Weight (Athletic Build): 6'1" / 185lbs -Eye Color: Green -Hair Color/Style: Dark Blonde / Undercut (Medium Length) -Cock Size (Revealed in Chapter 1) MATT EVANS -Age: 20 -Occupation: Student / Teacher Aid -Height/Weight (Toned Build): 5'11" / 160lbs -Eye Color: Dark Brown -Hair Color/Style: Medium Brown / Unruly (Short Length) -Cock Size (Revealed in Chapter 1) *********************************************** CHAPTER ONE (ALEX) - Meet Matt, My Energizer Bunny ALEX: *RING* *Slurp* *RING* *Slurp* *RING* "Are you going to answer that?" "N-No... please don't stop..." *RING* *Slurp* *RING* *Slurp* *RING* "What if it's your mom again?" "I'll call her back. Don't stop." *RING* *Slurp* *RING* *Slurp* *RING* "Won't she be worried if you don't answer?" "She'll... She'll be okay. But you won't be if you don't continue." I chuckled at Matt's little quip. He is like two different people sometimes, each coming out dependent on his state of undress. Clothed, or nearly so, Matt was as patient and understanding as they come. But once undressed, his beautiful naked body exposed, he was an impatient as they come. Matt's phone stopped ringing for the second time since we started this morning, and I looked up from my position to see him reach for it and place it on silent. I would never get used to how beautiful Matt was, nor how amazing he felt to the touch. As he repositioned himself on the bed, laying with his head propped up on my pillow, his body over the covers and legs spread out toward the corners to give me access between his legs, I just admired him for a moment. His unruly brown hair, even more of a mess since we just woke up about twenty minutes ago. A few strands almost covering his dark-brown eyes, but not enough to obstruct our eye-contact. At times, I was afraid I'd get lost in them if I looked deep enough. And below them was Matt's cute nose, a small patch of freckles dotting it and his cheek bones. Then there were his lips... Feeling his hard, wet cock flex against my chin, Matt's way of telling me to resume sucking it after I stopped, I ignored it and ran my hands up his body. As my fingertips brushed his sides, he squirmed a little as a small gasp escaped his beautiful lips. Matt was very ticklish, and I could never resist touching him where he was most sensitive, which just so happened to be just about everywhere to a varying degree. Next, I brought my hands up onto his mostly hairless stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his smooth, tight skin. Matt wasn't the athletic type like I was, but he always made the effort to join me in the gym, and never turned down helping me out with soccer practice in his spare time. So while he was a scrawny little guy when we were boys, he eventually began to develop his physique indirectly in our high school years just by hanging out with me. And now that our second year of university was over, he had quite the impressive body these days. Not as impressive as my own though, he'd always argue. And... he wasn't wrong. Running my fingers along the curves of his abs, I watched as Matt bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan. Grinning, I moved my hands further up his body until they rested on his chest. Just like the rest of his body, his chest had filled out nicely over the past couple years. Taking each of his nipples between a thumb and forefinger, I gently pinched and twisted them slightly. The humming of his heart against my hand was growing faster and faster. Unable to hold his verbal pleasure back anymore, Matt let out a low moan and arched his back slightly off the bed from my touch. Twisting Matt's nipples just a bit harder, his breathing increased, and I could feel the heat coming off his body against my arms and hands. His cock twitched several times against my neck and chin, and before long, I could feel his precum slowly making its way over my adam's apple and down toward my chest. This was usually the point where Matt just couldn't take it anymore. He'd either grip the back of my head and work his cock into his mouth himself, typically cumming as soon as I closed my lips around it and sucked for a minute, or he'd grip his dick and begin jerking it wildly for a few seconds before painting my face, neck and/or chest. Often the one to let me make the decisions and handle everyday tasks, I discovered in our early teens that Matt's more dominate or commanding side liked to show itself during sex. But sometimes during sex, like right now, he'd display a surprising amount of self-control, especially more recently. I think it helped that I'd praise and compliment him more when he managed to hold off a bit longer. In middle school and high school though? Forget about it. As soon as his dick was in my mouth, he'd buck his hips like a horny little jackrabbit and bust a nut in a minute. But just like that energizer bunny, he just kept going and going no matter how many times he comes. The cute, desperate sounds he'd make, which he still makes now, when I would throat his sensitive dick post-nut always sends a feeling of accomplishment through me. Did I mention Matt is sensitive? Like... every inch of his body, especially when it makes contact with mine in anyway. Lowering my head to kiss his stomach, I released his nipples and moved my hands higher in the direction of his armpits. Sensing what I was about to do, Matt let out a whimper, almost a whine, as he looked down at me pleadingly. He was so fucking cute. Surprised he wasn't trying to fight me from playing with his pits this time, second only to one other area on Matt's very long "sensitivity scale" list (he made a list for me in our freshman year of high school), I made a mental note to go there before I finished. My fingers just an inch from the hairs in his pits, I continue to kiss Matt's stomach while moving myself up his body so I can run my tongue over his abs. His stomach was rising and falling from his heavy breathing. And his dick was twitching so hard, smacking, really, against my chest; it's like it was telling me to suck it itself. Grinning up at Matt as we maintained out eye-contact, I pressed the fingers of both hands swiftly into his pits until I touched the skin. I held them still, trying to let Matt adjust to having his #2 sensitive area being touched. But it was no good. His breathing increased further, his cute, freckled nostrils flaring from my touch. He looked down at me with an intense look in his eyes, and if a stranger saw his face, they'd probably think I was torturing the guy. We've been having sex since the sixth grade and have thoroughly explored one another's bodies countless times since then. And while his body has certainly grown, the expressions on Matt's face when I'd touch certain parts of his body were still the same as the very first time. Gently moving my fingers against the soft skin of his pits, Matt's body began to squirm. His eyes were somehow larger as he looked down at me, and he looked like he was on the verge of an outburst telling me to stop. But as his dick continued to smack against my chest, I knew that at least part of him wanted me to continue. My gentle hand movements soon developed into an almost tickling maneuver, which was causing Matt's back to arch higher off the bed. Afraid he would tell me to stop at any moment, I glanced down at his dick and then back up to his eyes a few times. I don't think I've seen Matt nod his approval so fast since I asked if I could suck his dick the second time of what must have been a dozen times in our first sleepover when we were twelve. No matter how many times I sucked him to orgasm, he just kept wanting more and more, and his dick must have been hard all night. I recall the scared expression on Matt's face when his mom asked if we stayed up all night playing games since we didn't come out of his room until almost noon. And his scared expression turned into a look of betrayal when I answered "yes" but was soon followed by a look of sheer child-like glee when I added we were playing Mario Kart. I looked over at him and gave him my biggest goofy 12-year-old smile, and when he reached over to hug me as tightly as his scrawny body allowed, we tumbled out of our dining table chairs onto the floor and just giggled. His mom did scold us a bit after that though and told us we needed to make sure we got more sleep next time or my parents might not allow me to come back. There was never much sleeping being had when I had the opportunity to sleepover with Matt. A quick backstory on myself: I'm an orphan. I never met my parents and grew up in a couple different care homes before my foster parents took me in at age 8. My foster parents were very kind, but with that came a lack of privacy and a very crowded home. They didn't allow sleepovers at our place, but if we were well-behaved, they'd allow us to stay with friends if their parents were okay with it pretty regularly. As I grew older, I discovered that they enjoyed having the place a little less crowded from time to time so they could have some alone time that foster parents like themselves rarely had. So, I was always quick to ask if I could stay with Matt every weekend when I turned 12 (the age they allowed us some freedom out of the house) as a thank you for taking me in. Of course, that came with getting to play with Matt which was the biggest reason behind my eagerness to see him as much as I could. Matt's dad abandoned him and his mom soon after he was born, so I was quickly drawn to him in school when I found out about his dad in the second grade. His mom was a mostly caring person, but often allowed the stress of working so much to support the two of them affect her emotions. Looking back, I can't blame her for not wanting me to come over as much as I would have liked (which would have been every day if it was my choice), as watching and feeding another kid was just added stress. But as a boy, I sometimes wondered if I was doing something wrong when she'd say no. Matt always assured me I was doing nothing wrong though, just that his mom was needing more sleep and didn't have money to buy food for us every week. So, to ease some of his mom's stress, I asked my foster parents if they could make me a couple packed meals to take along with me. That helped, and as we grew older, she didn't have to watch over us as much and could catch up on her sleep. I felt for her but will also admit I enjoyed having his mom regularly in her room sleeping most of the time when I'd go over so Matt and I could play more. I even grew bold enough to suck his dick in the living room in time. That feeling of possibly getting caught excited me, while it worried Matt half to death. But he never objected when I'd unbutton his pants, pull his underwear down, and get to work on his near constant boner when I was around. Most days when I was allowed over consisted of us taking turns sucking the other off while watching cartoons. And one night, when we were fourteen, we decided to suck each other's dicks at the same time. Matt did some research the next day and said it was called the "69 position" and there was never a sleepover afterward where I didn't suggest we 69 each other. Not only did it feel amazing to have Matt suck my dick, but if either of us was being too loud, having the other's dick in our mouths helped muffle some of noise in case his mom heard us. Back in the present, I heard Matt whining loudly and looked up from his dick I was about to suck to see I was really tickling his armpits as I recalled some moments from our childhood. And when I laughed, he did his best to glare at me, but the sensation was too much for him to look appear too upset. Turning my attention back to his dick still twitching against my chest, I lowered myself down his body a bit and opened my mouth not an inch from his cockhead. Licking my lips, I gently blew on the tip which made the head swell and Matt moan. Sticking out my tongue, I placed the very tip down along the base of the underside of his dick and slowly, very slowly, licked up his shaft until I reached his piss slit where I enjoyed a large bead of his precum. Like much of Matt's body, the skin around his dick was amazingly soft. The rod contained within, however, was anything but. Matt's dick always got hard as steel, which made hiding his boner in our school days very difficult. He was always quick to move his books or backpack down near his crotch when he saw me walking by in the hallways. And in gym class, Matt must have tied and retied his shoes a million times to keep his boner out of view. And it was this contrast, the steel rod covered by the smooth, soft skin that made it feel amazing in my mouth, throat, and... elsewhere. Knowing Matt was doing his very best to not take control and bust the load he's been building all morning, I swiftly opened my mouth wide and locked my lips around his throbbing cock. His body reacted immediately by arching higher off the bed, so I removed my hands from his pits and placed them back on his stomach and applied just enough strength to lower him back down onto the mattress. Feeling his hard muscles once again below my fingers, I rubbed them lovingly as I began sucking his cock. Matt did his best to keep eye-contact with me, his own hands now tweaking his own nipples (I taught him that), but the pleasure I was giving him was too much as his head began twisting and turning on my pillow. Glowing with pride, I sucked harder and harder. Matt's dick tasted so good, but better than that, it just felt so right to have him in my mouth. It was where it belonged. Matt's moaning increased, and his dick was doing its best to jerk and throb against my powerful suction. Humming around his dick, I took more of his shaft into my mouth until the head pressed against the back of my throat. Matt's cock was a rock solid 7 inches. He was always on the smaller side as a boy. It wasn't until months after his sixteenth birthday before he finally hit his growth spurt which took him from 5'5" to 5'10" over the course of the summer. And his dick, which as teen boys we measured all the time, saw the effects, too, as it went from 4.5 inches to a firm 6 inches. I had always been able to take all of him until that year, but I just saw it as a challenge and soon worked up to being able to deepthroat my best friend again before long. And while Matt's cock never reached my size at any point growing up, he did grow half an inch taller than me that same year. This caused an usual feeling inside me since I was used to being the taller of us for so long. It felt weird not being able to walk up behind him and place my chin on his head, or not being quite able to pull him curled up into me after a marathon fuck session. Matt, however, knowing I was having some trouble adjusting to his late growth spurt, did his research and discovered that there was a good chance I wasn't done growing either. Now, I didn't really care if Matt would have ended up being the taller of us now, but as a teen, there was this sense of competition to be "bigger, stronger, faster." And luckily for my silly high school jealousy, by the time we graduated, I had reached a satisfying 6'1". Matt even grew another inch too, matching the extra inch his dick grew. And being his always perceptive self, Matt could sense my self-pride and made sure to reference my height for a few weeks after I had surpassed him. It always seems to make Matt just as happy, maybe even happier, knowing I am happy. And as a special thank you to Matt for always knowing what I was feeling or thinking, I found a small motel outside town that didn't check IDs that I could reserve for us on Prom night. No parents to work around, no teachers to worry about, no strangers finding us in the theater, it was the first time we had a space all to ourselves for an entire night. I had him put on a blindfold as I drove us there, and when I pulled in and removed it for him, I was expecting him to fight me on the idea. But to my relief, he just beamed at me, and we made out in the car for almost a half hour before even making it into the motel room. We fucked so much and so hard that night without worrying about how loud we were, I had to pay for a second night that we didn't even get to use because we were too exhausted and sore to get out of the bed before the check-out time or anywhere close to it. I'll never forget the look on the housekeeping lady's face when she turned to look back at us when she entered the room. The smell of teenage sex, sweat, cum, just teenage boy was so rife in the room, I joked with Matt that she'd probably need to switch out the mattress all together. I highly doubted a wash would get the smell out of it, much less the cum stains. Matt poked me in the ribs when we got in the car, which were quite sore already after all the positions we'd been in, but instead of telling me we should have been more careful, he grinned and told me I deserved a spanking. Which I, of course, pulled over on the side of the road as soon as possible to let him administer to his heart's content. As I recalled the best Prom night anyone in history could have had, I noticed Matt was bucking his hips up toward my face, trying to get his dick in my throat. I was proud of him for not forcing me down on it already, so I rewarded his patience by instantly lowering my mouth fully on his twitching dick in one motion until my nose was pressed into his neatly trimmed pubes and held myself there. His dick popped through the entrance to my throat and throbbed and throbbed once inside. I'm not quite as good as Matt as deepthroating, which is a testament to his talents since I'm bigger than him, and my gagging and choking used to scare him. But I've gotten much better since our school days, and I let him know it too! Holding his body down, my thumbs pressing into his abs, I begin to bob my head up and down his dick like a cocksucking master. Keeping my eyes looking up in his direction, I make sure his full length is getting pleasured. From my tongue working along the base of his dick to my throat massaging his shaft and cockhead as I swallow, I want nothing but the best experience for my guy. I even rub my chin down into his balls when I go all the way down. Matt's entire body is squirming now, and it takes quite the effort to hold him still. He's calling my name between his beautiful moans and whimpers, telling me how good he feels. I know he's about to burst a monster load down my throat any second from the way his dick is stretching out my lips and throat as it swells, and his balls pulling up against my chin, but I don't want this to end quite yet. Sure, Matt can build up another load in no time, but the first every morning is always the best. He's not going to like this I feel, but I release my hold on his body and slowly pull my mouth off his dick. He's so horned up right now, his unrestrained body is thrusting itself up in my direction, his shimmering dick trying desperately to sheath itself in my mouth again. Looking up at him, the expected look of disappointment crosses his face since this is the second time I've stopped just short of getting him off this morning. Granted, his mom calling, or rather Matt not putting his phone on silent, wasn't my fault. "W-Why? Why did you... why did you s-stoooppp.... Ooohh...." Matt was saying as I gripped the back of his knees and lifted them up toward his chest. His pucker was giving me the most winks I've seen in a while... well, maybe since yesterday morning. Looking at Matt from over his raised ass, I see the saliva and precum mix dripping off his glistening cock down onto his stomach as it followed the lines of his abs. And Matt's face... That face he gives me every single time he knows I'm about to play with the #1 spot on his "sensitivity scale" list. It's a look of intense longing and deep desire with a hint of unknown. Kissing his pucker, I place my tongue against his hole and move it around gently. Matt's body is shaking beneath me, and when I pull up, I see his hole opening up slightly. Licking along the rim, I pressed the tip of my tongue inside and cover his hole with my lips. And as if reading my mind, I feel Matt's hands touch mine as he takes over holding his legs in place so I can use mine to spread his ass cheeks. Just like the rest of his body, his ass is impossibly soft to the touch, but if you grasp it just enough, you realized just how firm it is. Massaging his cheeks with my hands for a moment, I spread them to allow my mouth better access to his hole. Pressing forward, more of my tongue enters his most sensitive area, or rather, the tunnel that leads to his most sensitive area. Matt's hole is far from being loose, but it doesn't take much to work it open. I sometimes wonder if Matt himself has some secret ability that allows him to open himself up to me. Most of my tongue is inside him in about a minute, so I proceed to eat his ass how he likes it the first thing in the morning: "Like it's your last meal" Matt likes to tell me. I can't help but to growl a bit as I bury my face in his ass. And the way his hole clenches and then expands around my tongue and against my lips always drives me wild. If Matt's ass was the only thing I got to eat for the rest of my life, I'd die a happy man. But Matt assures me I need a proper diet. Still, he's the one who suggests his ass is the perfect meal to begin each day, and I couldn't agree more. My grip on his ass cheeks tightens as I enjoy my morning meal. And when I open my eyes to look down at Matt, I see he has both arms crossed around his legs now in order to hold them back properly from the pleasure I'm giving him. Taking pride in knowing that I can cause so much pleasure, I grind my face and tongue as deep into Matt's hole as I can, that feeling of "never enough" overtaking me as I devour my best friend's insides. Matt begins to howl in pleasure which harmonizes well with my growling. And when I slap his ass, his hole does its best to clench around my assault as Matt lets out the most adorable little yelp he can muster. My dick is now throbbing and dripping just as much as Matt's, so I need to move on. Pulling my face and tongue away from Matt's twitchy, open hole, I slick up my fingers in my mouth and then quickly slide two fingers inside and begin feeling around for his most sensitive spot. I know exactly where it is, mind you, but hearing the desperation in Matt's voice as I "try to find it" is just as sexy as when I do find it. Pushing a third finger in, I stop just shy of where I know Matt's bundle of joyous nerves await me. Looking at Matt, I tell him, "I love you," then hold my three fingers together tightly inside his hole as I begin to rub his prostate. Matt's eyes roll in the back of his head, his mouth hanging open in pure bliss. Wanting to hear more of him, I flex my arm and increase the intensitiy of my prodding and rubbing until I'm properly finger fucking his hole. And as expected, the sounds of Matt's joyous moaning returned. I keep this up for a few minutes, but I know something that will make Matt voice his pleasure even louder. And it'll make me join him. Ramming my fingers in especially hard a few times to really give his prostate a warm-up pounding, Matt almost screams my name before I pull out and lick my fingers clean. "Hold your legs tight, Matt," I say, and unsurprisingly, Matt's already wrapping his arms around his legs as tightly as he can. His arms flex, and I'm not sure if he realizes it even when I compliment his physique these days, but he's so fucking sexy. If we ever have a high school reunion, I guarantee some of his bullies will feel inferior in his presence. Positing myself up on my knees, I rest my cock between his stretched ass cheeks, feeling his hole twitch against its veiny girth. And did I mention my dick is 8.8 inches? Not 8.5, 8.8. And I don't round up to 9 like some dudes might to overcompensate. I've measured it exactly how Matt told me to after researching how to do it. And yeah, yeah, I know I'm not the biggest dude in town... well, maybe, it's a small town, but I'm damn proud of it. Matt says it's a monster, and the way he sometimes screams when I fuck him, it must be true. Of course, when he does scream, it's usually my name, so I know he's enjoying it. Slapping my dick against his throbbing pussy a few times, I raise myself a bit and position the tip against the hole. Matt doesn't like when I call his hole a pussy unless it's during sex, and then he practically demands it. So, I say, "ready for me to pound your little pussy open, Matt?" He nodded quickly. "Tell me you want me to pound your pussy, Matt." I add. "Pound my pussy, dude. Please... Pound me open with your monster cock." Grinning and licking my lips again, hearing Matt call my cock "monster" is just as amazing to hear still as it was the first time he called it "a monster" when we were little boys. Pressing down on the tip, I watch as my cockhead pops inside Matt's hungry hole and clenches so nicely. I moan and hold it there for a moment before Matt tries to thrust his ass up onto me more. He's been super patient this morning, but I can understand him wanting it now. So, leaning over Matt until my face is just above his, I bend down and kiss him on the lips as a couple inches of my cock sinks into his hole. "Ready, baby? Ready to be filled by daddy's monster cock?" Matt kisses me hard, his hole tightening around my shaft. I don't know if it's because Matt never knew his dad and it's some psychological thing, but he really likes when I refer to myself as daddy during sex and is quick to call me daddy a lot too. Which is fine by me. I know guys say it in porn often, so maybe it's just a universal thing dudes say. But unlike most of the porn I've seen where only one of the dudes is called daddy, Matt also refers to himself as daddy when he fucks me. Which is also fine by me. "Yes, daddy. Fuck my hole. Ram it all inside me, dude. I really need it." Moving my face down so I can kiss Matt's neck, I bite his smooth skin gently. Matt says I can bite harder, as I do like to bite, but what I like even more than biting is how soft his skin is. And because of that, I never want to cause any permanent marks on his beautiful body. Hoping this was distracting him just a little from me pushing my dick in deeper and deeper, I suddenly thrust my hips downward and bottom out inside him. Matt throws his head back against my pillow, and I take his mouth being wide open as the perfect opportunity to cover it with my own and suck on his amazing tongue as I begin to slowly fuck him. Placing one hand under the back of his head, I pull him closer into me while my other hand feels his heartbeat racing below his chest. It doesn't take long for me to reach a brisk pace, working more than half the length of my cock in and out of his hole. Each time it presses against his prostate, Matt moans and whimpers into my mouth. And as I increase the pace, his voice is a nonstop chorus of moaning pleasure that revibrates throughout my entire body. "Wrap your legs around me," I say, briefly pulling my mouth off his. Releasing his legs, Matt hastily does as I say, crossing his feet around the small of my back. I lean more of my body down onto his, causing his wet dick to throb and slap against my stomach as I begin to fuck him harder. And in no time, I'm fucking Matt so hard the slapping of my hips slamming into his ass echoes off the walls. "You like when I fuck you hard, don't you, baby?" I say, my entire length nearly ramming Matt hard and deep now. Matt can't form any words for several seconds as I thrust faster and faster, seeing if I can fuck him so hard, he can't even say a single word at all. "Y-Yes... It... You feel so good... Fuckkkk... You're... you're really pounding me hard, dude... You're really fucking deep, man..." "Mhmm... when you said your body was mine when we were thirteen, that meant inside and out, Matt. Remember? I want you to feel... Fuck... Just. How. Deep. I. Can. Go!" I nearly shouted, pulling almost all of my cock out before slamming in as hard as I could with every word. Matt groaned into my mouth with every thrust, his hands clawing at my back but struggling to find a grip due to the sweat we've worked ourselves to. Moving my arm behind his upper back, I grasp his shoulder for leverage to prepare for my orgasm as I slam my body harder into Matt. If not for my hold around his shoulder, I'd be fucking him up the mattress and into the headboard. Turning his face to break our kiss, and then looking up into my eyes, Matt gritted his teeth for a moment before practically yelling, "Fuck me, Alex! YES! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Keep... Oh, God! Keep... Keep pounding me, daddy! Come on! Fuck me on your monster cock, Alex! Harder!" I love Matt in every situation, but maybe you see why sex with him is so fucking amazing. His usual reserved nature is turned off and his primal side is unleashed. "Yeah? Yeah?! Want me to fuck you?! Want me to fuck you HARDER!? I'll fuck you so goddamn hard, Alex! Take it! Take my monster cock, baby! TAKE IT!" Squeezing Matt's upper body against me so tight and gripping his shoulder so hard in my hand I might bruise his beautiful skin; I give him one of the most relentless fucks I've given in weeks... or maybe days. Sucking his tongue back into my mouth, I was on the verge of unloading deep in Matt when I feel his cock jerking violently against my stomach as he unloaded first. Not touching his cock once, not one single time all morning, Matt begins to blast my stomach and chest, as well as his own, in one of the biggest loads I've ever seen him unleash. I was too busy pounding him to reach my own climax to count, but he must have busted close to ten thick ropes out of his dick between our bodies. His mouth was wide open against mine, and his dark-brown eyes were rolled back. His body was jerking hard under me, and the strength he was using to hold his feet crossed around my lower back was giving out as his feet bounced off my ass as I kept pounding him throughout and post his orgasm. Next it was my turn as his hole gripped my invading cock even tighter, and with one hard thrust balls deep inside my beautiful Matt, my balls drew up against his ass and I came so hard inside him the first couple ropes were almost painful. I don't know how deep I was filling him up, but that first shot or two were likely records. My body going all tingly, my cock unbelievably sensitive now inside Matt's pulsating hole, I collapse onto him with a wet plop as the load he coated us both in splattered upon impact. Using what felt like all the strength I had left, I pulled my mouth off his and leaned in next to his head on my pillow. Our bodies rose and fell against one another. Kissing his now sweaty neck, I turn his face to look at me. He was almost in a daze but grinned his beautiful smile when he saw my face. "You really let me have it this morning, daddy," he said, placing a hand against the side of my face. "Anything my baby wants, he gets. You came without even touching your dick, man! That's super impressive." Matt chuckled, not far from an actual giggle, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. "That's because I have the most amazing best friend and boyfriend in the world." My body swelled with pride, and I brought my arms beneath Matt, holding him tight. "You forgot to say with the biggest and best monster dick in the universe." Matt almost snorted at my reply, then ran his fingers through my hair. "Sure, doofus. Whatever you say." We relaxed there for probably fifteen minutes before my cock slide out of his hole with a squelch (love that sound), a stream of my cum running out onto the covers. (I'll wash those when we get back.) Another five minutes passed before Matt attempted to move out from under me. "C'mon, man. Not only are we really late already, but now we have to shower again before we can even leave." "Will you suck my dick clean in the slower if I get up?" Matt gave me his unamused face then grinned. "Yes, now c'mon! Get up, dude. Texting mom real fast. Max is probably driving her up the wall about seeing big brother too. He was really excited about me, us, spending winter break at home this year." "Will you fuck my ass so hard after cleaning my cock that your nuts are sore from slapping against me ass if I get up?" Matt's pretty eyes grew large as he looked up from his phone, but before he could protest, as if he would, I caught the smile he was trying to hold back from the corner of his mouth before he tried to push me off while saying, "Yes! Yes! I'll suck your dick clean, the biggest monster dick in the universe, and then I'll tear that ass up. Now, 'CMON! We gotta get a move on!" I laughed, and when I tried to push off Matt, however, with his help, the cum connecting our bodies brought Matt off the bed for just a split second. And despite his best effort to hold it in, he burst out laughing with me before pulling himself up and hugging me. "Carry me to the shower?" Leaning in to kiss his freckled nose, I scoop Matt up in my arms, swing my legs off the bed, then proceed to the shower. We decided to leave the dorms this winter break to spend some time with our families back home, mostly his. I'd be staying at Matt's since my foster parents had taken in more kids after I moved out for college. It was a 7-hour drive, but deciding to stay in the dorms last year, while super fun getting to fuck all the time, seemed to affect his mom and little stepbrother a lot. His mom had found a steady boyfriend when we were in high school, and even got pregnant as it seemed like they were on track to settle down. But the jerk called it off when he discovered Matt was gay, saying he didn't believe in "that" and questioned how she could raise a son like Matt, and went on about how he didn't want Max raised in that environment. But karma is a bitch, as they say, and not one year into their joint custody of Max was the jerk killed in car accident. I don't wish harm on no one, well, most, but I didn't have much care since he messed my boyfriend's mom's life up after she had finally recovered enough to try again after her husband abandoned them when Matt was a baby. And Max, Matt's stepbrother, is a little cutie, too, practically the spitting image of Matt when he was in the fourth grade too. The kid didn't need a jerk father figure in his life who wouldn't accept him if he happened to grow up not believing, being, or thinking his way. I think it'll be good for the kid to have his older brother around this holiday, especially someone as kind and goodhearted as Matt. After we showered and dried off, I slowly out of the bathroom due to the power-fucking Matt gave me (the dude isn't as big as me, but he fucks like a jackhammer on speed). If there was a sport of who could thrust and plow an ass open the fastest, that'd be the sport Matt would be the top star in. Matt followed, slapping me on the ass, laughing, as he picked up his phone which was ringing again. "Hey, Max, little buddy! Yeah! I know! I haven't seen you in a long time! I bet you've grown a lot, haven't you! Oh? That's okay though. I was one of the shortest boys in school too but look at me now! And if anyone bullies you, you let me know, okay? Yep! We're about to leave now, lil bud! You can show me when we get there, okay? Yeah. Yep! It might be dark when we arrive, so make sure you listen to mom if she tells you to go to bed, okay? Now, now, Maxie. You have to listen to mom, okay? If you can't see us tonight, you can see us in the morning, and then we have ALL holiday break to have fun. How does that sound? It sure does, right?! Umm... yeah, you can have some... Yes, I promise... Well, Maxie, I'm going to hang up now. Let mom know we're on our way now and tell her I'm sorry about the late start. Yep. Yes. Uh-huh! See you soon, little buddy! Bye-bye!" While Matt talked with his little brother, I couldn't stop smiling even if someone held a gun to my head. I recall how some of the younger boys at my foster home looked up to me as their big brother, and let me tell you, that feeling is special. And it made me even happier that we'd be spending this holiday break back home so Matt could spend some time with Max. I couldn't wait to see him myself. The last couple time I've seen him, he was bouncing off the walls with his energy, so it'll be good to help their mom worry less about who's going to watch him while he's home during break and she's at work. It wasn't right what happened to her the first time, having to raise Matt alone as a single mom, and the world was extra cruel for having it happen to her again with Max, especially since she's older now. "I don't know who's more excited to see who!" I said, wrapping my arms around Matt and kissing the top of his damp head. "Sounds like he's as energetic as always. I know he's nine, so it's to be expected, but I hope he's been good with mom and not being too much to handle." "She succeeded in raising you, didn't she? If she could raise you, she can raise anyone. Trust me." My comment caused Matt to laugh. I love it when he laughs. He nodded, then turned his head to look up at me with his deep, dark-brown eyes. Releasing him after a moment, we proceeded to get dressed and double-checked that we weren't forgetting anything. Satisfied all was in order, we headed out of the dorm and began our long drive back home. **************************************** Thanks for reading everyone! Feel free to shoot me your feedback, comments and opinions.