Date: Thu, 06 May 2021 05:34:20 +0000 From: CB Subject: adult friends / bryan and chad 3 All the usual rules apply. If you live somewhere it's illegal to read this, don't read it. If you don't like the idea of consenting adults having sex, don't read this. Comments welcome: chadwick.bryant@protonmail.com. Nifty is an amazing free resource that relies on our donations to continue. Please give at http://donate.nifty.org/. --- I was only out for a couple of seconds, and as I was coming back to consciousness, I could feel him shifting my body around and stroking my skin. I could hear talking, but couldn't understand the words. It was like swimming to the surface of a pool after touching the bottom. The world slowly rose up to meet me. "Bry. Bry?" he kissed the side of my face, and my eyes fluttered open. A cliche, but it made me snicker. He had flipped us around so that I was sitting on the sofa, and he was kneeling between my legs, holding me in one arm. "Dude...." I said, tongue thick in my mouth, and he burst into laughter. "Yeah?" My brain-to-mouth connection was working a little slowly. "That was....amazing." We both started laughing at the sheer lack of profundity. "Yeah," he said softly, "it really was." "Stand up," I commanded. He looked at me funny, but he stood up in front of me. His huge cock was still half-inflated, covered with goop, and bobbing in front of my face. I leaned in and captured it in my mouth. "Woah," he said, "Hang on, bud." I looked up at him with an expression that he easily interpreted as me not wanting to be denied my rightful reward. "I've got a better idea," he said. He laid back down on the sofa with his head next to my legs, and then he looked up and me and tapped me. "Sit on my face," he said, with what I could tell was an upside-down wicked grin. I clambered on top of him, and settled my ass in the general vicinity of his face, and leaned forward to put his massive cock back in my mouth. He licked along my crack, and then wiggled his big tongue into my hole, just as I was beginning to deep throat his cock. We both moaned with appreciation. The sun was still shining in through the window onto the sofa and onto our entwined bodies. It was a study in the play of golden light across men's bodies as we engaged in a slow, languorous session of mutual pleasure; there was no rush or urgency. We had all the time in the world. After a while, his cock -- which had never gone soft -- came back to a state of steely rigidity. Chad sat up and executed a series of jujitsu-quick motions that had me on my back in the corner of the sofa, and him once again kneeling between my legs which he hoisted onto his shoulders in one smooth motion. My muscular bubble butt was hanging off the edge of the sofa, and he was lining up his dick with my hole, and smiling down at me through his gingery-brown beard. "I wanna see how many times I can make you squirt, bud," he said. This was an experiment I was more than willing to participate in. I nodded up at him. He rubbed his long, thick fingers across my crack. "Your hole is kinda pink and puffy. Does it feel OK?" he asked. I groaned at the feeling of it, and he laughed and said, "I guess that answers my question." He leaned over a bit, and worked up a wad of spit in his mouth, which he then dropped strategically on my twitching butthole. The hot wetness exploded onto my tender flesh, and I groaned again. "Direct hit. You sank my battleship." I said up to him through a smile. He threw back his head and laughed. "See, that's what I like about you, Bry. You say funny shit that makes me laugh. I like that." Whatever witty rejoinder I was working up was scattered from my brain like autumn leaves in the wind as he began rubbing the fat mushroom head of his giant cock against my hole, mashing around his glob of spit. "Oh, fuck." He nodded at me. "Yup. That's what I've got in mind, bud." He popped the fat head of his dick into my hole, and despite having taken it several times already, it still felt like a small fist punching into me. I still couldn't get over how goddamn big this stud's cock was, and how willing he was to use it on me. I gasped a little and then focused on my breathing. I consciously relaxed and felt that relaxation spread through my body, down to my hole, which was now open enough to accommodate Chad's horse cock as he systematically began to explore deeper into me. I looked up at him, and he was intently focused on the boundary where our two bodies met: his thick cock and my willing hole. He glanced up at me, and we locked eyes, and he smiled at me, a kindly lumberjack trucker, just hard at work, doing what he was born to do. I swear to god, if he'd had a hat on, he would have tipped it at me in greeting. "Fuck, Bry, you feel so good, man." He sighed at me. He shook his head like he still couldn't believe his good luck. I reached up and rubbed my hands on his belly and on his sides, gently pulling him closer, deeper into me. "You do too, bud. Best thing I've ever felt." I said. His face lit up, even more than it already was. "Yeah? You mean that?" I nodded at him and laughed a little. It was crazy to me that this guy didn't know. "Oh my god, Chad. You have no idea. I've never...no one has ever fucked me this good, buddy. You're the best fuck I've ever had." The thing was, it true. It wasn't just fuck-talk. There was no lie detected here. It was like the sun had brightened by twenty percent. He was grinning from ear to ear, shining in the golden sunlight, skin starting to gleam with a sheen of sweat and the sheer exuberance of being told he was a good fuck. He beamed down at me, and then kissed the sole of my foot, and rested his face against it, tickling me with his beard. The whole while, he was continuing his methodical invasion of my ass. Slowly stroking his magnificent dick in and out, over and over again, going infinitesimally farther each time. He pulled his dick all the way out, and I whimpered a little at the empty feeling, but he leaned down and licked my hole with his long fat tongue, and then hocked another wad of spit right on it. He straightened up, aimed his dick like it was a guided missile, and then plunged it as deep into me as he could. I grunted like I'd been punched in the gut, and gasped "holy fuck!" He grinned at me and did it again. Pulled all the way out, spat on my hole, and then plunged his monster dick back into me, as deep as he could get it, so that it pinged against that tight inner hole, leaving me breathless again. He did it three more times, grinning like a cartoon villain, punching into me and knocking the wind out of me so that I was babbling like an idiot, incoherent words of lust. He kept his giant cock in me and started sawing back and forth, strong rhythmic workmanlike strokes that shredded his fat dick up against the walls of my ass over and over again. I could feel pleasure building inside of me, but he still wasn't all the way in. He still hadn't hit that magic place deep up inside of me. He knew it. It wasn't a mistake. He knew what he was doing, and what he was capable of making me feel, and he was just showing off a little. Taking his time to get to the good stuff. The long slow climb on the roller coaster that just builds your anticipation for that magnificent, stomach-flopping dropoff. He plunged in again, and intentionally bounced the fat head of his cock against my back wall, showing me that he knew it was there. He banged gently against it, building the pressure up inside of me. I was nodding, breathing deep, sucking in air, and trying to relax that deep part of me open to let his fat dickhead in. He could feel was I was doing, and kissed my feet again, licking along the soles of both feet, sending insane shivers through my whole body. Then he leaned his long body down on top of me, and started licking my chest like he was drinking the sweat off of my body. He was so fucking tall, so lanky, and his dick was so goddamn big that he could continue plunging his huge cock into me, fucking me deeply while licking along my body, and holding my legs out with his long arms. It felt incredible. His mouth found my nipple, and he latched on and started suckling on it like his life depended on it. A wave of pleasure raced through me, and for the first time ever I could feel the nerves that connected my tits to my ass. He switched to the other nipple after a moment, and another wave of pleasure rolled up through me, deeper and wider than the last, and that's when it happened. His big fat cockhead popped through that deeper hole, that sacred inner pussy, and triggered an insane rush of electricity through my whole body. He bit lightly on my nipple, a hint of beautiful pain, and then slammed the full length of his dick into me, fully breaching my second hole, opening me up completely to the full majesty of him. Out of nowhere, an ass orgasm exploded within me, like a star collapsing into its ignition event. One minute hot dark pressure, and the next an explosion of incredible blinding light, eliminating the darkness completely. That strange, watery juice shot out of my dick, four hot bolts of liquid lightning erupting out of me, coating my belly and his chest in fluid. I yowled and yawped incoherently, and he roared his delight, his first objective met. He pulled off my tit and looked up at me, wild-eyed, and said, "there we go, baby. There's the first one." And then he ducked his head down and licked up as much of the hot liquid as he could reach, still plunging his magnificent dick deep into me, keeping up his steady pace, knowing this was a marathon and not a sprint. Here's the thing about ass orgasms, for me at least. They're hard to trigger at first. I need to be ready and relaxed, and with someone I trust completely. Being a little high doesn't hurt. The dude should be decently endowed, but it isn't just hung guys who can get me there. But hitting my prostate and getting into that mysterious second hole, that's a ringer. And once the first ass orgasm happens? It's like the threshold to each successive one gets a little lower. An asymptote of orgasmic pleasure, if you want a little pun. The second one came just a couple minutes of steady pounding after the first, as Chad was now constantly hammering my prostate and popping into that back pussy. Another buildup of hot, dense pleasure within me, and then a novalike explosion that shot steaming juice out of my cock, this time into Chad's waiting mouth. I hollered wordlessly again, and Chad groaned with delight as he drank the fruit of his efforts. He was like a truck, like his own semi rig, plowing ahead at full speed, strong and relentless. He was drilling me repeatedly, long strong strokes that pulled his fat dick all the way out of me and then slammed it back home, longdicking me into paradise. The next wave washed over me, another blinding explosion of light, pleasure so intense that it pushed me into a mini blackout, while hot juice shot out of my cock and my ass spasmed around his huge dick. Each one just seemed to egg him on, and I heard him muttering a count under his breath, "three.....four....five...." He just kept plowing along, varying the timing or angle or rhythm, conducting little experiments in how to push me into catatonic bliss a little faster each time. He had a maniacal look on his face: focused and almost scary, with a fiendish grin and a gleam in his blue eyes that made him look like a mad warrior king in battle. He was pushing my body to its limits of pleasure, and it was feeding something inside of him that was primal. I was soaked in cock juice. He grabbed our discarded clothes and tried to wipe me down after the sixth squirt, but it didn't matter. The big bangs of light and pleasure and blackout were coming faster and faster. By the time he counted the thirteenth one, it just rolled right into the fourteenth, so that my cock was now dry-firing, not able to recharge on whatever the secret source of my watery, slippery loads. I tapped him on the sides and mumbled "mercy." He paused for a minute, then drove his dick as deep into me as it could possibly go, and just held it there. "What's that, babe?" I mean. He called me babe. That exploded something deep inside me too, around where I figured my heart must be if it hadn't burst from this endless workout. "Mercy. Mercy, Chad." I opened my eyes and smiled up and him and rubbed whatever parts of him my hands could touch. "I need your load. I need your load in me, buddy. Fuckin' please." "Yeah? You want my babies in your hot fuckin' pussy?" he asked. I nodded as strongly as I could, and I squeezed his fat hog of a dick inside me with my ass as hard as I knew how. He groaned and ground it into me even deeper. "Please fuckin' breed my pussy, Chad." He grinned and nodded as if he'd just won the lottery, and then pulled out, and slammed back into me so hard it knocked the breath out of my lungs. I can't even explain what happened in the next minute. He fucked me harder and deeper than anything I had ever felt before in my life, driving his fuckrod deep into me. I don't think I could have stopped him if I'd tried. His fucking pushed me into another wave, another ass orgasm, stronger than any before, combusting my whole body. I could feel his dick swell to gargantuan proportions within me, and he roared like a giant at war, gripping my ankles and holding my legs as wide open as they had ever been. He rammed his dick deep and held it as an endless stream of burning hot jizz flooded deep into my back pussy, scorching my guts. Once again, the feeling of his load burning into me pushed me into another wave of orgasms, and over the edge into a deep swirling pool of light and dark, pleasure and pain. He fell on top of me, his cock still buried in me to the hilt, his sword fully sheathed in my hot cunt, his massive load dripping out of me around the edges. He mashed the juice of my loads between us, rubbing our torsos together, and pulled me into a deep kiss. We laid like that for a long time, our mouths fused together, his cock still bouncing and twitching inside of me. After a moment, we started breathing together. He drew in air through his nose and breathed it into my lungs, and I did the same for the next breath, our lips sealed in an eternal-seeming kiss. It was honestly the most intimate thing I have ever experienced with another human being in my entire life. I can't tell you if the tears on my face were his or mine. Probably both. After a time, his cock finally settled down and softened enough that it plopped out of me. He grunted and sighed, and started to peel our bodies apart. He sat up, and grabbed our wadded-up clothes, and tried to wipe me down again, and then himself. I was about to get up, but he pushed me down and said, "You rest here. I'm gonna go fix us some vittles." He smiled and waggled his eyebrows at me. I laughed, and nodded, and stretched out longways on the sofa. He grabbed a blanket off the chair nearby and tossed it over me like a mother hen brooding over her chicks. Then he bent down, kissed my forehead, and buck-assed naked headed off into the kitchen, his long, heavy dick swinging with his steps. I drifted off in a beam of afternoon sunshine to the sounds of his off-key whistling and the gentle sounds of pots and pans banging together emanating from the kitchen.