Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2022 22:23:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: After Game Night -- Part 4 (Adult Friends)

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After Game Night  --  Part 4



Usually after shooting out a load like that, I drift into "low-power"
mode, and want to roll over and pass out.

But not with Nick.

Unlike my wife--or really, any of the girls I dated--Nick had no interest
in pillow talk, winding down, or "cleaning up and going to bed." And
neither did I. My dick softened somewhat, and slid out of him with a
cummy *blop*, but I never really went limp. Nor did my hunger for the
sexy guy I was tangled up with fade in any way.

And my man Nick wasn't ready to throw in the towel, either.

Nick slid out from under me so we were both on our sides, face to face.
And then we fucking made out. Hard. Like we were winding ourselves up to
have sex, not just finishing up. Time drifted by as the two of us--a pair
of sweaty, hairy barbarians--lost ourselves in that slobbery kiss.

It still struck me again how different it was kissing a guy--again, we
kissed *hard.* Like we were trying to suck the other guy's face off. The
scruff of his face scoured me as made out, and our hands *relentlessly*
clawed all over each other's bodies like we were climbing the
Matterhorn. Nick, as a guy, was just so... solid. Not soft like a woman.
His muscles still hard, yet pliable. His hair provided slight drag as my
hands roamed across his chest, arms. And while a woman might perspire, he
fucking sweat like a pig.

And... even his hands felt different as explored me. Rougher, stronger,
firmer... and more decisive in their movements. He wasn't just playing me
with me... he wanted to *have* me.

That idea of exploring took hold of me. I'd been dying for another
chance, dying to really throw myself into this experience and see what
was what. And so, I went after him with all the passionate intensity I
could.

I rolled him onto his back and went after him with my mouth, making each
flick of my tongue an aggressive sexual assault. I started gliding down
his neck, loving the scratch of his early morning stubble on my
lips--loving how the sensation roiled my already-boiling blood. Again...
such a fucking masculine experience. I slurred my way down his chest, my
saliva swirling with his sweat. His scent was strong... the smell of his
sweat mixed with the natural smell of his body. Man. All man.  And fuck,
I *loved* coming up on his nipple--big and fat and surrounded by briar
patch of hair.

Fucking. All. Man.

Nick growled above me with abandon, grabbed my head and held me as he
slid my face across his hairy chest, using my mouth as a weird kind of
sex toy to pleasure himself. I shifted to dig my stubbled chin across his
flesh, and grinned inwardly as he arched his back and hissed out a sound
that signaled both pain and raw stimulation. I shifted back to my lips to
sooth his scraped nerve endings, and Nick squirmed sideways with an
appreciative gurgle. Then I just enfolded his hairy nipple in my lips and
sucked him *hard*, ticking him with my tongue as I did so. We were both
in hormonal bliss, and most definitely firing on all cylinders.

I couldn't help myself, and slowly slid up his side toward his hairy pit,
laying open and exposed in front of me. I nuzzled him roughly, burying my
face in in his fur, tasting him as I breathed in his scent. Teasing him
with rapid flicks of my tongue. Nick hissed loudly.

I went back to working his chest, increasing the speed that I moved
across his skin, as well as the pressure of my mouth.
And then I got a nice surprise. On one of my long tongue-drags I got up
distinct taste... I splotch of cum from when he shot minutes ago.

That taste ratcheted me up to 11.

Fired by a new, open hunger, I started moving across his body, desperate
to find more cum. To clean him up. To swallow down as much of his man
juice as I could--the ultimate male sharing.

His cum stuck thickly to the hair around his bellybutton. Warm. Salty.
His cum had a distinct smell and taste, like... well, kinda like
mushrooms. Or like sea water... or maybe more like the taste of water
splashed from a jacuzzi, warm and tinged with a chlorine-like scent.
Whatever it was, I could get used to it. I slurped it all up hungrily,
not wasting a drop. And fuck did I love sucking it out of his man bush,
with the bitter smell of his cum mingling with the sweat-sex musk from
his balls. His flared cockhead was still twitching from release, and he
was breathing in short ragged gasps as I went. Finally, I flicked my
tongue on his piss slit, sparking his body to shudder....

That apparently was too much for him, still sensitive from blasting out a
load. He wrenched himself out from under me and rolled to the side. Then
he crouched over me, straddling my hips and leaning in so we were face to
face. And he planted a *hard* kiss across me parted lips. God, I loved
making out with him. He pulled back, and bent over to return the favor of
my attentions toward his chest. He explored every bit of my hairy chest
with his tongue... rubbing me, kneading me with his hands. His tongue
worked its way back up, and soon he was going after my ears--a hot spot
if ever I had one.

By this time my spent cock was reared up and angry again, and as he moved
it tickled up his hairy ass crack, which was still slick with my spit and
cum. He felt it, and teased me. He slowly started rocking his hips up and
down, his pucker kissing my dick as he did so. I looked up at Nick to see
his eyes glaring with fire. *Burrowing* into my soul.  My eyes narrowed.
Challenging him.

For a minute, I thought he was going to sit on my cock again; my pulse
quickened as my cock dragged through his hairy trench. But he had other
plans afoot.

To my surprise, he pulled back and lithely slid between my legs. Before I
could process what was happening, his hands gripped my legs behind the
knees and pushed them back, pressing them against my torso. Leaving my
hairy ass exposed to all the world.

With a lurid grin, Nick then bent down and locked his mouth around my
puckered hole.

Oh, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I still can't get over how much of a hot spot my ass was. Nick made out
*hard* with my hole, as hard as we had been making out face-to-face just
a few minutes ago. There was a *violence* to his assault, as his tongue
slid inside me. My breath came out is explosive gasps, and my back
arched, entirely involuntarily. FUUUUUUUUCK this was good. Without
thinking, I unleashed a torrent of obscenities, that started off as
"FUCKING EAT MY ASS!" before devolving into guttural, incomprehensible
sounds. Nick's tongue slid up and down my crack, before burrowing in
like he was a wild animal ripping apart its prey. His stubble was just
this side of painful on my sensitive skin... but balanced with the warmth
of his tongue, he had me in a frenzy.

I have no idea how long he ate me out; my mind had shattered into a
million pieces. We both rocked against each other, pushing each other as
his tongue raped my hole again and again. But his tongue wasn't enough.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head as he pulled his face back and
rammed his finger deep inside me, causing me to yelp.

I had barely had time to react to this new assault, when he leaned
forward at gulped down my rock-hard cock. My legs involuntarily kicked
aside, and I grabbed his head as he blew me, shrieking out my pleasure as
primal sensations consumed me. I gasped again as he suddenly pulled his
finger out from my ass, and then jammed two fingers in.

The process continued, and soon there were three fingers inside me, as he
slurped down my dick. I was in another dimension. I knew what was coming,
but had no chance to prepare, either mentally or physically. I was just
lost to intense sensations hitting my ass and cock. I writhed and
bellowed like a bull, oblivious to anything else.

And then, he was inside me.

Oh. Fucking God.

There was a world of difference between in his fingers and his cock. And
as his cockhead ripped into my hole I shuddered and let loose a primal
cry... part pain, and part pleasure.

I trusted him, and he knew what to do. He stopped his assault with his
mushroom head just barely inside me. He gyrated slowly, giving my ass
muscles time to adjust to the rock-hard intruder inside me. Slowly,
painfully slowly, he started sliding in deeper, and I could feel every
part of his spit-slicked cockhead as it tore me apart.

As he went, he found me magic spot, and all bets were off. I grabbed him
hard enough to bend steel, and bent my head forward into him... I swear I
almost bit him. In response, his dick fucking *slammed* into me, again
and again, no quarter asked for or given. And after a few thrusts,
suddenly everything was washed away with waves of... *feeling* inside me,
unlike anything else. It was like liquid light rolled and coursed through
my entire body. And each thrust made the light burn hotter, brighter.
Soon my entire body... my entire *being* was aflame.

It was so weird. Fucking Nick, it was like my whole body was focused
*forward*. Focused externally. Like I was a grenade launcher blasting off
shot after shot. But *being* fucked... was something else entirely. Like
my whole body was focused *inward.* Like my body had somehow *become*
sex. Every cell, every muscle, every nerve ending was singing together in
perfect harmony.

I was fucking lost to the feel of it all.

But at the same time, right before me was the sexiest animal of all time.
His arms grappling me, our hairy, sweaty chests grinding against each
other with his face inches from mine. Along with the feeling of liquid
light, along with the feeling of my body singing out together, I had a
massive feeling of euphoria... a desperate connection with my man. I
savagely kissed him, carried along on a sense of sexual power unlike
anything I had ever experienced.

My fucking god. I felt like I was just on the verge of coming, but the
fire of liquid light just kept building, burning hotter and hotter.
Burning. Like I was going nuclear. In desperation, my body started
fucking him back, desperate to keep that fire building. To fucking feel
the explosion of release.

There was nothing else but that light inside me. A sexual supernova going
off and burning me from the inside, wiping out every thought, every
sensation. Like I had started cumming and would never stop. LIGHT. And
yet... somewhere deep down, underneath everything else, I could still feel
with exquisite detail the sense of his dick inside me, drilling in faster
and faster... the feel of his cockead ripping my guts apart....

The sensations finally were too much for me. I could feel something
building inside like a depth charge, as waves of pressure and light and
tornadoes and lighting blew up from inside me and threatened to tear me
apart. In a second, I could feel my whole body shudder as I unloaded
fucking *ropes* of cum that exploded between us, like a wave crashing on
shore.

It was the most intense physical sensation I ever had. Everything went
white.

After a few minutes, I realized I was panting like a whore in church, and
my ears were ringing. Nick had stopped thrusting, and had collapsed on
top of me. We stayed that way for several minutes, our bodies still
trying to make sense of what had happened.

Nick pulled his head back, and said with a huge, loopy grin, "Shiiiit,
Buck. My wife *never* screams like that when I fuck her!"

I chuckled, dryly. Among the weird sensations flooding my mind, I
realized that my throat felt... raw. Blasted somehow. Jesus. How long had
I been screaming?

With a mixture of pride and embarrassment, I panted out, "Sometimes... it
just... takes... a man to do...a man's work." I was too wiped out to
bother with any other retort.

At last the panting subsided. We slid apart and took stock of each other.
"Nick my man?" I started off. "I'm just gonna say it. That was the
most amazing sex. *Ever.*"

"Damn right. All of it. I mean, you just... fuck, you just drop-kicked me
into a whole new universe of sex. I didn't know it could be like that.
You were pushing buttons I didn't even know I had."

"Yeah. There were so many things. I had no idea I had those hot spots. I
mean, I never *dreamed* my nasty ol' asshole could set me off so much.
But fuck... your tongue, your fucking *cock* back there... and BAM!  Before
you came along, I didn't even know this kinda shit was an option, and
now I know my butt is as big a hot spot as my cock or balls!"

"Fuck yeah, Buck... when I felt your tongue in me that first time, I
almost shot my load right there. But... I never thought I'd say it, but I
loved eating your ass as much as I loved you eating out mine. I could do
that all fucking night."

"It showed. You, sir, are a master. And I know exactly what you mean. No
surprise to learn I like getting pleasured, even if it was a guy doing
the deed. But what amazes me is to find out that pleasuring all these
parts of a guy could get me off. I'll say it again: I fucking *love*
working you over. Every part of you."

We fell into companionable silence, basking in the memories for a moment.
Finally, I started musing out loud. "I gotta say, though, that what has
*really* surprised me about all this is how... well, *different* it was
from being with a woman. I mean, yeah... obviously, some of the mechanics
are different. But even when they were the same, like when I'm fucking
your hole with us face to face like that? It was so... *different.* The
feel of it. The sound, taste, intensity, pressure... everything. It could
never be like that with a woman. It was totally *guy* sex. Hard driving,
more direct, way way *way* more active. Athletic."

Nick contemplated. "I... know what you mean. It feels like with a woman
it's more... there's more seduction, teasing, convincing. But with you I
was much more... myself. Like I could be me, and you'd get it. I came in
hard-charging, guns-a-blazing, and you *met* me there. The harder I
pushed, the harder you pushed back. Like we were fucking gladiators or
something. It was more... direct. Honest. And *way* more raw...
primitive."

"Primitive. Yeah. I didn't realize how much I needed that. I didn't
realize how... domesticated my life was. How domesticated my *sex life*
was."

Nick's gaze drifted for a minute. "Yeah. I know what you mean."  After
a pause, he looked straight at me. "Do you like it... better... than being
with a woman?"

Boy, that was a question. "I... don't know what to say." I paused,
literally not sure what to say.  "It feels like sex with a guy and sex
with a woman are two very different kinds of heat.  With a guy, it's a
fire. A big-ass bonfire. With a woman, it's like being in a jacuzzi."
That didn't quite capture it, but at the moment it was all I had. Nick
nodded absently, not pursuing that thread. I continued, "What about you?
You like guy sex better?

Nick let out a long breath. "Like you said, its... different. I don't
know if it's 'better.' I've loved fucking women since I was teenager.
These last few weeks, I've been at my normal porn, and tits still get me
as hard as ever. I'm still pestering my wife, and still *want* her to
put out. I don't think I could ever give up fucking pussy. But right
now, being with you is so new, so.... God, I don't know what to say. When
were in the middle of it, there's nothing else in the whole world. It's
so fucking good. You are just blowing me away. I've never experienced
anything like it."

"Yeah, buddy. I feel exactly the same. You've really worked a number on
me."

Nick rolled over, stared up at the ceiling and went for the obvious
question. "So... is this a thing between us?"

I chuckled. He stayed quiet, giving me space to answer.

Finally, I got my thoughts together to try and say something coherent.
"I think that's part of the problem. I was half expecting we'd fool
around a bit, satisfy our curiosity, and then go home... blaming the booze
and nothing else. But...." I turned to look at him again. He met my gaze.
"But the problem is this got me way too deep. I hate to inflate your
oversized ego," at this, he smirked, "but you worked a number on me.
You scratched an itch I didn't even know I had... and that my wife could
never scratch. Not in a million years. But the thing is... I still love
her. She fills out my life in so many ways, and I'd never want to hurt
her."

Nick sighed, saying "I know. I don't think I could ever cheat on Sarah
with a woman. But with you...? Maybe this is text book married guy
rationalization, or even straight guy rationalization, but this feels
'separate' somehow. Like somehow this doesn't count." He paused.
"Shit, I don't even know what I'm saying."

"No, I think I get it. I don't know that I could put it into words
either... but I get it."

There was a pause, as we both contemplated things. Finally, Nick reached
over and patted my chest, saying, "But speaking of Sarah, I suppose I'm
gonna need to throw you out soon--gotta quick throw this bedspread into
the wash and make sure it has time to dry before she gets back."

"Understood."

I helped him remove the well-used bed cover and put on my underwear while
he ran it to the washer. Still naked, Nick popped his head into the
bedroom and asked, "You need to hit the shower before you go?"

"Nah, I told Nan I was helping you move, so she's expecting me to be a
bit ripe when I get back. She'll expect me to shower up at home before I
make an official re-appearance." Nick chuckled.

"Well, I've worked up quite an appetite, want some grub before you head
home?"

I perked up. "A man after my own heart!"

Nick rustled up some venison sausage--part of the spoils from last deer
season--and we wolfed it down, standing around his kitchen. We fell into
our easy banter, which I took as a very good sign. I mean, great sex, and
great companionship, all wrapped up in one sexy package?  Or more
properly, a great guy with a great package?

After a while, I reluctantly decided I should go and leave the man in
peace. Although as I started moving toward the bedroom, I could feel the
crusty crackle of dried cum everywhere on my torso. After checking myself
out, I raised my head and said, "You know, I may use your shower after
all, maybe just to hose off some. With all the loads we spilled, I've
got quite a crust going on."

Nick laughed. "If you can't do the time, don't do the crime!" I
glowered. "Hahaha, c'mon. I'll show you how to work the faucet... it's
a weird set-up."

We walked into the bathroom, Nick leading the way and still naked as a
jaybird. And fuuuuuck, was his bare ass ever hot! It was so fucking
masculine, muscled and covered with wiry hair. The memory of being up in
there, and feeling the wet tightness of his love canal...

He reached in and turned the water on, and in doing so bent over enough
to part his muscular ass cheeks and give me a glimpse of his hairy
pucker. Fuuuuuuuck.

My body responded instinctively, and my dick began to stir again. Fuck, I
thought... was this going to mean that every time I was working out at the
gym, I was going to get a full-on hard-on in the locker room?

That was a bridge I could come to later. Right now I had the sexiest man
in the world standing naked and alluring in front of me. Leading me into
temptation.

Well, what's a sinner to do? My underwear hit the floor.

Nick was still focused on the shower, saying "Ok, the water is good to
go, you should... mmmmmgh...." My hands reached around and pulled him
close, massaging that incomparable hairy chest. My mouth found the back
of his neck, and my tongue lapped obscenely against his skin. My rapidly
hardening cock lodged in the cleft of his ass, and slowly shifted my
weight to dry fuck his crack, up and down... up and down. Nick sighed out,
"Oh, fuuuuuck. Yeah man, just like that."

I raised the temperature, shifting my right hand down through his hairy
bush, cupping his balls and massaging them through my fingers. Nick
groaned and rolled his head back, quickening with my touch. Fuck, he felt
good. Soon I had worked my hand up and jacked him slowly, in time with my
rhythmic thrusts up and down his crack.

Nick had teased me earlier, but this time I needed to be inside him, to
feel the muscles of his ass as I well and truly fucked him. The hot water
was slowly filling the room with steam, and beads of sweat were forming
on Nick's skin--and mine too, I'm sure. The sweat made him slick... but
then another idea came to me.

I looked over and by the sink, there was a thing of hand lotion. I
smirked and decided to try something.  Reaching over, I sploshed a gob of
it into my hand, then smeared it on my rock-hard cock. It was cold, but
quickly warmed... and the slickness felt amazing. I pulled Nick over so
that he was standing facing the mirror on the back side of the bathroom
door, which was fogging slightly as steam filled the room. Nick braced
himself with his hands, and I got behind him and found his tight little
asshole. I leaned forward, and with a surprising *sloop* I was in... *all*
the way in.

We were both stunned at the speed of it all; Nick gasped out in surprise,
and I in elation. Fucking-A, man, I was gonna have to buy us some lube!

I pulled out slowly, and quick rammed it in hard, with Nick growling out
an "UNNNggh OhhhHHHH GAWWWWD!" as I did so. I fucking *loved* the
sensation. Fucking Nick's ass was always amazing, but the extra
slickness added to the sensation, creating a liquid fire and engulfed my
dick. I started long-dicking him, every single thrust taking its own
sweet time. Nearly coming all the way out, then going so far inside him
my pubes ground against his hole. Each stroke was fucking *incredible,*
opening up a wet wonderland of experience. His satiny-smooth love tunnel
contrasted with his tough, hairy exterior as I ran my hands over his body
and gripped him hard.

Nick was out of his mind. The force of my slow-mo thrusts overwhelmed
him, and soon it wasn't just his arms against the fogging mirror, but
his face was pressed against it as well, his rough cheek grinding against
the smooth glass. His breath was fogging the mirror as much as the steam
from the shower was.

Again and again I slid in deep, pulled nearly out, and slid in even
deeper. Relentless in my moves, as Nick's body started roiling to match
my movements. His ass milking me, sucking me deeper and deeper inside. It
was so fucking *sensual,* beyond anything that I could have imagined.

Finally, my brain started boiling over from the sensation, and primal
desperation kicked in. I left off the long-dicking and started just
pounding him, as hard as I could, gripping him as tight as I could. The
intensity was earth-shaking--I could feel his leg muscles quivering as I
drilled him.

Sorry Nick, you're not gonna walk straight for the rest of the week.

I thrust hard again and again, and again, and
againandagainandagainandagain.... We were both howling like motherfuckers.
His ass muscles clamped down hard on my dick, and the tightness was more
than I could take. I erupted, firing off wave after wave of spunk deep
inside him. I came so hard it almost hurt.

Goddamn.

I never felt more alive. And at the same time... I never felt more in need
of a nap.


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