Date: Mon, 08 Jan 2018 06:24:04 +0000 From: Joe Jam Subject: His Best Friend's Slut Chapter 2 Thanks for all the feedback! Really happy to hear that some of you have been liking my filthy little story so far. I'll going to start working on a second one soon. Don't forget to donate to Nifty as well, it's an amazing resource! This is just a story about men doing what men do. Enjoy ;) -------------------------------------------------------------- "Caleb. It should be the perfect temperature." Will stood there in the doorway and my eyes locked onto the thick cock resting on top of his large nuts. He didn't bother with shorts to answer the door this time. "Oh, great. Thanks!" I stepped inside and he pulled me into a hug. We hugged all the time normally, he'd come over for drinks and TV and it would start and end with a warm embrace. Now though, as his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed against and his scent filling my nose, I was instantly hard as a rock. He turned and walked to the kitchen, so I closed the door behind me and kicked my shoes off. "Get as comfortable as you want." The first warm gulp of coffee rushed down my throat, rich, bitter and perfect. "So you've enjoyed the game?" "Yeah, I love the worldbuilding." We were facing each other on stools a metre apart. His elbow rested on the kitchen island, his furry thighs pointing outwards, my eyes trying to escape the gravitational pull of his cock and his dangling nuts. "How's the coffee?" "Good! Yeah. Compliments to the barista." That smile appeared again, like he was going to devour me. "I meant it, get comfortable if you want." He stretched in front of me, his body pulled tight as his arms reached above him, his eyes closed. My own eyes swept across his gigantic self. I felt an urge to bury my face in his hairy armpit now that I'd smelt his musky scent. I didn't think I was an armpit guy. "Ha, I'm fine for now. I didn't realise you're such a nudist." I needed to keep my head screwed on. I was just there to hang out a bit, Will works from home and my hours made it tough to see friends on weekdays. And seeing him naked like this gave me a thrill that I knew would get me off the minute I was back home. "Fuck yes. Nothing worse than being trapped in clothes all day." With that he shifted his cock, squeezing it for a moment before leaving it laying there against his thigh. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then pushed himself up from the stool and stepped forward. He was standing there between my thighs, his cock dangling so close to me, his body hard and radiating heat. "Wanna play a game?" Before I knew it we were on his couch, thighs pressed against each other, racing against each other in Mario Kart. "It's probably a good thing you're still trapped in those things. I don't know if I'd stop grabbing that ass of yours if it was on display." I ran off the track. "What?" "Seriously. It's thick in the right way, I've wondered a few times what it'd look like spread out just aching for a tongue." I glanced down at his cock before getting Kirby back in the race. His cock was jutting up now, almost hard with the foreskin half revealing the shiny head. I think I was as hard as I had ever been before. "Definitely a good thing then." I chuckled lightly as I tried to focus on regaining my lost ground. And then it was over. I don't remember what places we got but I know I didn't win. "I should have said the winner gets a blowjob." He leaned back on the couch and wrapped his hand around his hardness. "It's been days since anybody's been wrapped around this thing." He shook it and from this angle I had no idea how much of it would fit down my throat. He leaned forward again, his left arm coming around and over my shoulders. I could smell the coffee on his breath and the scent of his sweat. "Relax. We didn't bet on it." He fell back, his arm pulling me backwards on the couch as well. I sank into him, his warmth surround me, his left arm dangling over my shoulder and his fingers grazing across my chest. "You don't have to do a thing." His hand returned to his beautiful cock, stroking it lazily. "Unless you want to." I wanted to. "I shouldn't." My hand squeezed my painfully hard member through the denim jeans. His fingers lazily circled their way around my pec until they found my nipple through my shirt. His index finger traced my nipple fast as his other hand gripped his cock. Our thighs were pressed tight against each other and my head tilted downwards, my eyes couldn't escape his crotch. His balls bouncing slightly every time his hand made it all the way down to the base and reversed direction. The head was shiny and wet, droplets of precum had slide down with his hand, streaking him with wetness. It smelt so fucking good. His right hand stopped stroking his cock as his left arm tightened around my shoulders. There was no space between us, my body pressed against his, only my clothes separating us. His right hand moved across and slid under my shirt, stroking my hairy belly, causing my shirt to ride up. I could feel the precum on his hand sticking to me. "This is better than porn. You need to come over more often." He said, his breath tickling my ear, his lips almost touching me. "It'll give me something to think about when I get home." My own voice was low with need. His left moved up to my neck, gripping it from behind. "So you're gonna touch yourself thinking about me?" He put the slightest bit of pressure on the back of my neck, bringing me closer to his fat, veiny, thick meat as his hand started moving faster. I could hear the slickness as his foreskin moved across the head. "Fuck yes." I shifted my body so that my face would stay directly above his crotch as he pushed me further down. I was inches away from his cock when his grip strengthened on my neck and stopped me from moving any more. "I might need proof when you get home." He shook his cock below my face. My lips were parted and the sharp, sweet tang of him was flooding my nose. I went to say something and I felt the string of drool fall out of my mouth in slow motion. It dropped directly onto his cock. His hand swooped up and collected it, smearing it along with the precum down his cock. "Yes." There was no point in pretending now. "Good boy." He moved his arm from the back of my neck and stroked down my spine, resting on my lower back where my t-shirt had exposed my skin. His hand felt like it was burning into me, my hole twitching as his fingers stroked up and down through the patch of fur above my ass. The hand on his cock was moving faster still. It was leaking profusely, so close I could almost taste it. His hand flew up and down as his breathing became louder. "I'm going to cum. Move if you want to." I didn't want to. I just hovered there, inches above his cock, waiting to see him explode. It streamed towards me. Streaking my hair, my cheek, my forehead and my lips. He moved his cock to paint my face with his thick load of cum. My lips were parted enough so that a burst made it onto my tongue and he tasted magnificent. He tilted my face towards his, swiping his thumb across my cheek and holding it in front of my lips. I hungrily gobbled it up. "Let me get you a towel." He left me on the couch, my breathing ragged and my excitement throbbing painfully. He returned and I tried to clean what I could from my hair and my face. "One more race? Or do you need to rush home?" "I should go." I made my way home in a daze, my erection persisting the entire journey back, hiding underneath the sweatshirt I'd carried there to wear back to my house. I was inside again, my clothes gone, my hand barely managing to hide some of my softening cock in the mirror as I held my phone up. My cum streaked across the tall mirror. There was so much cum I couldn't believe it. I opened Snapchat and sent him a picture with a single word written across it. "Proof."