Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2022 03:31:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: My Baseball Buddy  --  Part 3 (Adult Friends)

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe
"inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I
leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have
been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along
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My Baseball Buddy — Part 3



Like many guys... after a good hard fuck, I usually feel like rolling over
and go to sleep. Or, to keep my wife happy, *shower up,* and *then* roll
over and go to sleep.

Hoo boy, that was *not* the case with Nate.

I lazily kept fucking his ass, luxuriating in the feel of his asshole as it
spasmed around my still-hard dick. I was panting like a dog left out in the
summer heat. We both were. We just... smiled at each other, with dazed,
loopy expressions on our faces. Instinctively my hands roamed across his
body, my right hand finding his face. Some long minutes later my cock slid
out of him with a cummy slurp. Even so, we were still
interlocked. Unwilling to let go of each other, or the moment we shared. A
tangle of limbs, hair and sweat. I leaned in, our foreheads touching, my
hands clasping his face... my mind unable to get over the feel of his
stubbled jaw against my palms. That prickly feeling haunted me. And excited
me.

The feeling of a man's jaw.

A man.

I had... fucked... a man.

My mind turned it over again and again, barely believing it, even as Nate's
masculinity flooded my senses. I... chuckled. In wonder.

Nate, still coming down from his own epic rush involuntarily joined me,
half-laughing himself as he asked, "What's so fucking funny?"

"Just can't believe it. Can't fucking believe it. Believe how lucky I am."

Nate shot me a look. A look of masculine hunger. "Lucky? *You?* Will, my
friend... you are the hottest motherfucker I've ever met. God, you fucking
turn me on..." I cut him off my landing a sloppy kiss across his face,
which he returned just as hard.

That's all it took. Just like that, we were at it all over again. My mouth
slammed into his, and he started kissing me hard enough to suck off my
entire face. My hands gripped him hard, my right hand sweeping through his
sweat-drenched hair. Alive at his touch. Still fascinated by his scruffy
jaw, I broke the kiss and started nuzzling around his ear, rubbing his
cheek against mine. The friction of our stubble was deliciously painful, an
experience I'd never had when making out with a woman.

Heh. One of so many experiences I had never had with a woman.

As I dragged my mouth along his chin, I came across a thick splatter of
cum. Jesus. All the way up here? Really? The guy had blasted cum all over
his neck. I slurped it off hungrily, while Nate let out a rumbling growl.

Suddenly, Nate sprang to life, catching me off-guard. He threw me off from
our awkward angle and tossed me onto my back, across the seat of the
couch. He then pounced on me like a saber-toothed tiger, furiously
attacking my neck with his mouth. Our dicks ground against each other,
burrowing through our crotch hair and dueling for attention.

Fuck, he was strong.

But he wasn't trying to pin me, not trying to take me down. No... this was
a bout of wrestling solely about physical pleasure for physical pleasure's
sake. Feeling skin on skin. The friction of our body hair snarling against
each other. The taste of his sweat as he ground against my face.

And fuck yeah, I was in.

Nate slid down slightly, and repaid me for worshiping his chest by going
after mine. Holy fuck was that wild! It wasn't some dainty little thing,
either; he ground against me with his mouth, setting my skin on fire. His
stubble raked across me and I instinctively arched my back and hissed
out... but in a second, the scruff was replaced by his lips and tongue. I
gurgled some incomprehensible words of encouragement.

He swirled big, spiraling circles with his tongue, sucking the sweat of my
body, and went after my hairy nipples. God, he fucking sucked me down like
a starving baby. Tongue, lips, and the graze of his teeth. "FUUUUUUUUCK!"
was all I could say. He fucking *sucked* me. Aggressively. Hungrily. My
wife knew I my nipples were sensitive and sometimes teased me there, but
nothing like this. And then he savagely swept over to the other nipple,
attacking it just as strongly. And swung back and forth, scraping me raw
with his scruff as he did so. His hands clawed across my sweaty torso. His
touch was so... alive. Fucking *alive.* And... intent. I'd never had
someone come at me so strongly before. I howled out like a hound dog
barking at the moon.

His head snapped up and he caught my eyes. He had a shit-eating grin on his
face. "You surprised me with something. Allow me to return the favor."

Before I could even think about what he meant, he violently wrenched my
right arm back and ground his face into my hairy arm pit.

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

Oh FUCK that was insane. I had been driven by his scent, but never thought
about what it would feel like to have an aggressive man's tongue maul me
like that. It was a fucking... sensual, nasty, fucking primal experience
that sent lightning across my body as he loudly slurped my hairy pit.

Jesus Christ... I'll say it again, getting it on with a man was fucking
*nothing* like being with a woman. My brain was drowning on hormones I
never knew existed.

As Nate went after me, his hand again found its way to my face and dragged
across me. Something wild overcame me, and I leaned in, and started making
out with his cupped hand, nuzzling his fingers. As I worked him over, I
forced his fingers apart with my tongue and stared sucking them down
hard. It caught my memories of sucking down his rock-hard cock.

Nate must have read my mind. He lifted his head up and watched me suckle
his fingers. In a flash, he was straddling my chest, his cock stabbing at
my face like a sword. "Oh, so you like sucking things, do you?" He pointed
his cockhead at me, and rolled the tip around my mouth. Fuck, I loved his
cock. I reached out my tongue, and suddenly he drove his cock inside my
mouth. Catching me off-guard.

Fuck it was hot. I could taste his spent cum. Feel him fill my mouth. The
angle wasn't ideal, but I was too horned up to care. I sucked the tip hard,
running my tongue roughly along his cockhead. With his cock in my mouth, my
animal growls were muffled, but the vibrations made his cock dance in my
mouth. Nate cocked his head back and let loose a string of obscenities,
barely keeping his balance as he straddled me in that prone position.

After a few minutes, he shifted position forward and straddled my face, so
his hairy balls were dangling over my nose. And then he ground his hairy
nutsack all over my face, filling my nose with the ripe scent of his
musk. I sucked his balls as they rolled over me, catching them as I could
in my mouth, and savoring their taste. But it was mostly the scent of him
that I remember... raw, primal, untamed.  The smell of masculinity.

The smell of masculine sex.

And sex is what I needed.

My cock was straight and as hard as a steel girder. Needing release. I was
in a prone position, but I'm pretty fucking strong myself. I grabbed Nate
and in a massive shove threw him off me. I pounced on top of him,
smothering him in a kiss that nearly sucked out his breath. I pulled back
slightly, and through clenched teeth, barked out, "I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck
that hairy ass. Now."

Nate's ears perked up. With cat-like moves, he bucked out from under me,
then kneeled down on the couch--his fucking amazing ass was hanging out
over the seat cushions, andhis upper torso draped across the back of the
couch. He looked back at me. With a leer, he growled out, "Got the house to
ourselves, and the game doesn't start for an hour. Make this one last."

God... the hunger in his voice... And I thought *I* was turned on,

Standing, I got behind him and started sliding my cock up and down his
hairy crack.  He was slick from having cum inside him... in fact, there was
a trickle of cum starting to run down his hairy leg.

Fuck.

I leaned in hard against him and his pucker gave way. We both let out
throaty groans as my cockhead ripped through him and pushed through his
guts. He was hot. Wet. Tighter than tight. I could feel his ass muscles
ripple as my dick invaded him, then bear down on me to hold me close.

Fuck... that slow dive inside him was fucking amazing. Better than anything
I'd felt before. And just like that, I was balls deep into my best friend's
ass.

As my brain slowly settled, I looked down. It was... fuck, it was like
nothing I had ever seen before, Nothing I had ever imagined. My hairy
crotch flush against his hairy ass. I could barely believe it. I had seen
naked guys many, many times before. Growing up with brothers, playing team
sports, living in the dorms, blowing off steam in the gym... you couldn't
help but see guys in all their glory. But I never *looked,* you know? Doing
so was an open invitation to get the shit kicked out of you. And a guy's
ass was especially off limits. I mean, sure, we might check out each
other's junk and all... you can't help but compare. But his *butt*
was... well, private. Plus, everything in my life had taught me that the
male butt was the ugliest, nastiest, dirtiest thing imaginable.

But... holy shit, here I was with my dick up inside my best buddy's
ass. And fucking *loving* it. At that moment I looked at him, really looked
at him. His butt cheeks were as hairy as his pecs, with a darker tangle of
fur running down his crack towards his hole. His ass was perfectly
shaped. Round as a basketball, but still
somehow... linear. Straight. Unlike the curvy pear-shape of a woman. And
fucking *taut* with steely muscles. I was surprised when I started to
really pound against him. I started a slow, relentless stroke, pulling out
so much that my cockhead almost popped out, and then driving back in as
deep as I could. Funny, his ass didn't... you know, jiggle as I rammed
him. It was so hard and strong that his whole body shook when I slammed
against him.

God. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

I slowly started picking up the pace, still driving in hard. Nate let out a
rumbling bellow that matched my movements, and started trying to lean back
against me, matching my movements. He somehow bore down on my dick in time
with my thrusts, amplifying the pressure. My cock had never felt anything
like it. Oh my fucking God I couldn't believe it. A rush of sensations,
sounds. The slap as our bodies met.

I leaned forward, wanting to really *feel* his body, and I went from
standing to kneeling right behind him. Skin on skin. I bent to envelope
him, my hairy chest directly against his back. Our sweat swirling between
us. I kissed his neck, and slid forward to lick his ear. Our breathing was
hot and ragged. My dick slowly but relentlessly pumping into him, making
him groan with each stroke.

It was so fucking sensual. It had all the power, the athleticism of our
previous fuck, but... drawn out. Slowed, so we could savor it. Skin against
skin. Our rumbling grunts as we tried to take everything in. I was fucking
losing my mind.

Hunger built up inside me. I wanted that friction, that fucking power we
experienced earlier. I slid our torsos apart, and planted my arms straight
down on his hips. With the extra leverage, I let loose in a massive
pile-drive that hammered my dick all the way inside him. Nate snapped his
head back in a savage bark. I repeated the move. Harder. This time we both
started yowling. I slammed out 10 hard stokes, too fast for him to react,
and he started bellowing out an inhuman cry.

I snarled out a battle cry of my own, and hit him again... power thrust
after power thrust, too fast to react to. BAM BAM BAM
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. His voice rose and fell in a wailing cry. My mind raced
into overdrive, the sound of his howls nearly blocked out by a thundering
rushing my ears.

I slowed, and then started making huge circles with my hips, forcing my
cock into every part of his hot hole. A few violent thrusts, and back to my
rapid-fire jackhammering. Then the circles. Then hammering him
again... everything else was lost.

I was getting too close. A part of me wanted to fucking drive that ass
until I blew, but I wanted more. To be lost in the fucking feel of it. Lost
in the fuck. I slowed again, and leaned forward, full-body embracing him so
our sweaty skin met. My arms looped around his neck and my mouth slurred
all over the side of his face, the slopiest kiss ever. Nate was in another
fucking world, moaning like a bitch in heat. Undulating against me, still
throwing back his ass to meet my cock. Fucking me as much as I fucked
him. Lost in the moment.

I had enough. My blood was boiling. I fucking needed to blow. I shifted
positions, clambering up onto the seat cushions with him. Fully standing
behind him, I pulled his hips into position, and started ramming him as
fast and as hard as I could.

"ARRRRNNNGH FUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUUUuuuCK!"

Sweat poured down my face. My body slapping against his, like our own
obscene round of applause. The roaring inside my head rushed louder than
ever, wiping out everything else. I bit my teeth together and let loose a
primal scream that nearly stripped the paint off the
walls. "MNGHNNAAAAAAAAAHH!"

And blasted about 10 gallons of cum into my best bud's ass.

There was no easy coming down this time, no sensual cuddle. Wildly
disoriented, thoroughly spent, I went down like someone had clocked me with
a crowbar.

* * *

I have no idea how long I laid there. But when my ears stopped ringing and
my vision cleared, I could tell Nate was right there with me. Laying with
me on the floor.

But... it was more than that. He was lying flat on his back, and I realized
I was more or less right on top of him, my jaw resting on his hairy
pec. The curly hairs vibrated slightly as I breathed. His scent, accented
with sweat and drying cum, filled my nose. Fuck. The room smelled of balls
and ass, sweat and cum. It was... undeniable: I was with a guy. And as I
lay there, I was again struck by the substantial *feel* of him. The fact
that I was sprawled out comfortably on top of him...

On top of.

Nate sensed a shift in my body language. "What's up, bud?"

I let out a sardonic breath, but didn't say anything at first. But then I
bit the bullet, lifted my head towards him and said, "I was reminded yet
again how different it is with a guy. Everything. But also... the fact that
I'm laying right here on top of you. I could never do with my wife; I'd be
crushing her, and she'd be flailing about trying to breathe."

"Ah," he said, picking up my line of thought. "Yeah. The wife."

"Yeah."

I slid off him, sitting up with my back against the couch. He mirrored me,
our shoulders touching.

"I guess we have to go there sooner or later," Nate remarked sedately.

"Shit."

"Shit."

There was an uncomfortable silence. The pre-game TV announcers chattered
away. Nate rolled over and hit the mute button. And the uncomfortable
silence continued.

Nate finally stated the obvious, "It's complicated."

"Moreso now. I mean... once, we could write off as a drunken
mistake. Something we learned from and quietly put to bed."

He chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah. But a second time? That's a little harder
to write off."

"Especially when it led right to an enthusiastic third time."

There was a pointed silence.

"I don't understand any of this! My ass is sore as fuck, I'm gonna be
shitting out your cum for the next week... but if you asked I'd go for
another round in a heartbeat. What does that say about me? About my
marriage?"

"I don't know, bud," I said quietly. "I don't have any answers. I know what
you mean. I thought my married life was great. I *still* think it's
great. But..."

Nate ran his hand roughly through his sweaty hair. The sweatiness serving
as a silent accusation. After a moment, he stood up, walked over to the bar
and poured himself a *big* shot of bourbon. And I caught myself leering at
his incredible, hairy ass.

I wrenched myself away from my stare, got up and joined
him. Bourbon. Neat. I bit back a big swallow between clenched teeth, and
let the alcohol burn my throat. We stood there, naked, fiddling with our
now-empty glasses. Nate refilled them.

"Fuck. I don't even know what to say," he finally murmured. "I've been
thinking about this all day. I mean... I love my wife. I love her. She's
the best thing to happen to me. You know when they say, 'my better half?'
Well, she *is*my better half. She's my family. Leaving all *this* aside..."

I cut him off. "Wait. Look... I hear you, man. I know exactly what you
mean. But as I was thinking about what happened, I realized you... well,
you *can't* 'leave all this aside.' I mean, it *is* the situation. We can't
escape it. I love my wife. Hell, I love *fucking* my wife. Twenty-four
hours ago, I could never imagine stepping out on her. If I think about it,
I still don't think I could step out on her. Not with a woman, anyway... I
could never bring a different woman into our lives, to disrespect her like
that. But this...with you... feels... different."

Nate sucked down another mouthful of bourbon and looked at me
doubtfully. "Different?! What the fuck, Will?"

"Fuck, I dunno," I said as I belted one back myself. "It's just... Ok,
fine. Yes, it's similar... this was obviously sex. Non-married sex. But at
the same time, it feels like I'm not taking away anything from her
because... this isn't anything she could *ever* give me. Or I could ever
give her. But shit... this is something else altogether. Fucking around
with you blew circuits in my mind that I didn't even know I had. You came
at me--I came at you--as only another man could. Sex with her is teasing,
playful, fun... at *most* a bit naughty. Sex with you is... fucking
intense. Wild. Aggressive. Energizing. Raw and fucking dirty as FUCK!" I
realized I was almost shouting now. I took a breath. "I've never felt more
alive. Sex with her and I'm a perfectly good husband. Sex with you and I'm
a fucking Man. It's like I'm 18 again and experiencing sex for the first
time."

Nate was looking at his empty glass. He glanced up at me, and looked back
down again. I could see him smirk. "Yeah.  Yeah. I know exactly what you
mean." He looked up at me, grinning broadly. "I'll say this: you sure don't
fuck like an 18-year-old... all nerves, cockiness and fake bravado, making
it up as you go. You know what the hell to do. You pushed buttons I never
knew I had. This has been the best sex of my entire life. Serious."

Shit. I think I blushed. Fucking *blushed.*

"That still leaves our wives," he admitted. We lapsed again into
silence. But this time, it felt less... oppressive.

"You know, it might be that we're over thinking this," I ventured.

Nate snickered. "Typical married guy rationalization?"

I bowed my head. "Well, I mean... we're not hurting anybody. No one knows,
and we don't have to say anything. I think we're both clear we still love
our wives. It's just... this is something... separate."

Nate didn't say much, but continued to swirl the dregs of his
glass. "Yeah. It's separate. But... it's real. There's no way I could
pretend it isn't real."

There wasn't much to say. I reached up with both hands, grabbing his face
lightly. He smiled, and I lightly ran my palms against his
stubble. "Dude. You hungry? I'm fucking starving."

Laughter. "Yeah."

Nate fished out a couple of extra towels, and we tried to clean ourselves
up before heading upstairs. He had stocked up for the long week without his
wife around... the fridge was a carnivore's paradise. We piled a few plates
high with food and went back downstairs to see how the game was
going. Neither of us was paying particularly close attention; as expected,
they were using the remaining games to set up the rotation for the
playoffs, and give a few new guys a chance to show their stuff. I'm sure
most of the regulars were very much hung over in the dugout. After the
heaviness of the previous conversations, it was a relief to snark on the
guys, think ahead to the playoffs, and bust each other's balls. All the
while stuffing our faces.

But having the hottest guy I knew sitting naked next to me... well, that
felt pretty good, too. Fuck. I can't believe how lucky I was.

Since the boys on the field were not exactly keeping our attention, we
slowly began thinking in other directions. At one point, Nate paused and
said, "I just gotta say... you... really surprised me today. Last two
days. Like I was saying, you were hitting buttons I didn't know I
had. Lighting up places I didn't even think were hot spots." We both
laughed out loud. "It's so fucking weird. Being with you... it struck me
how different a guy is. And that's part of what was so hot about it. It was
totally new. And so... taboo. It's been fucking with my mind ever since
yesterday. I mean like... a hairy girl is more like a turn OFF than a turn
on. Shave those legs! FUCKING shave those pits! Shave that pussy and I'm in
for the win. But with you..."

I laughed, totally getting him. "With you, that was part of it. Your hairy
pits made it fucking hot as hell. Your hairy balls made it even
hotter. Your hairy ass? Fuck, man!"

"But... I mean... I still can't believe you were face-first into all my
worst bits. I mean, like, are you *into* that? Do you get into stuff like
that with... her?"

I considered. I had wondered about that myself. "It's weird.  I never
guessed I was into... scents like that. I mean, I'm totally into eating her
out and know exactly what her snatch smells like, but... it was
different. I mean, your scent just... triggered something in me. I couldn't
get enough. I always thought a stanky armpit was nasty. But at that
moment...?"

Nate almost looked abashed. "That's what really floored me. I mean, it
wasn't just that... your face was in my fucking *butt.* You were..." He
looked at me, with laser-intensity. "It's been a long day. I had to
be... pretty rank."

I stopped him cold. "It was so fucking hot I can't even describe it. I
gotta believe: however good it was for you, it was better for me.

Nate scoffed. "Oh *fuck* no. The minute you started eating my ass was the
moment I knew I would name my first five kids after you in gratitude."

I barked out a loud laugh. "Sounds like we're a pretty good match. Partners
in crime!"

"Partners in crime!" He ran his hand along my thigh.

I smiled, but... pulled at a thread I had been thinking about. "Thing is,
this is all so new to me. So... crazy. I'm still wrapping my head around
everything."

"Yeah, me too. It's a whole new world of possibilities."

"So... what does it feel like... you know... to... get fucked?"

I think he was going to rip off some smart-ass remark, but caught
himself. He smiled, looked down, and looked up at me. "It... not gonna lie,
it's pretty wild. It was... Huh. It's hard to describe. It's as different
as jerking off is from getting blown, or fucking a woman's pussy. It's SEX,
but it hits you in ways way outside anything you've ever felt before. It's
like a time I was trying to surf and got rolled by a killer wave that came
in. Everything is happening all at once and your body it going every
direction at once. Truth is, it kinda hurt at first. Especially since
you're a huge motherfucker."

I definitely blushed this time.

He leaned in. "But once it got going it was like... the best feeling
ever. A whole new spin on sex you can't even imagine."

His words hit me, hard. And a thought I'd been having, one buried deep down
inside me, too crazy to even contemplate, boiled to the surface. I leaned
into him. Close. I leaned into his neck, stuck out my tongue, and made a
long, obscene lick up to his ear. I growled, "I need you to fuck
me. Partner."

"Fuck, man," he whispered hoarsely. "You sure?"

I smiled. I got up and crossed over to the bar, filling my glass again and
throwing it back. Liquid courage. I turned around, hard as rock. If
possible, Nate was even harder. "Fuck yeah, I'm sure."

I crossed the distance between us and about leapt on top of him. And once
again we were in the hardest, sloppiest, toe-curlingest kisses of my
life. Jesus. There is nothing like kissing an uninhibited man. We
completely manhandled each other, like crocodiles fighting for a rock in
the river. We were not gentle, and I suspected I was going to have to
explain some bruises to my wife. It was all so... raw. Combative. The
weight. The muscle. Fuck... we fucking ground our bodies together, our
dicks stabbing each other as we collided.

His dick. Fuck yeah. I wanted to get him completely ready to go. So, I
roughly disentangled myself from his mouth and turned my oral attention
down below. Fuck. I fucking went for his cock head, swallowing it down,
sucking as hard as I could. I pulled back, and spat onto his shaft, working
my spit up and down roughly with my hand. Fuck, he tasted good. Above me, I
could hear his groans gather in strength, as he belted out "Oh FUCK!
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! God, fucking SUCK ME!" His hands ran through my hair,
urging me to go deeper. Suck harder.

I didn't need the encouragement. I swallowed down as far as I could go
without gagging, turning my head to work his shaft as I went. After a few
desperate thrusts I pulled back, coughing out his steely cock. He barked
out an obscenity.

I started jerking him, my fist gripping his shaft tightly. The extra
pressure made his torso convulse and he let out a stream of yips between
gasps. I went down hard for his hairy balls, simultaneously loving their
feel in my mouth, and their musk in my nose. God, his man funk was
strong... made stronger from all the sex. I went hard for his balls, one
after the other, sucking them into my mouth and working them with my
tongue. He kept thrusting into me, desperate for more.

Fuck yeah... I love blowing him.

I pulled back, spitting out a couple hairs, and went back to his cock. I
wanted him hard. Harder than he had ever been in his life.

Given my desperation, I might have been a tad too aggressive. To my
growling disappointment, he suddenly pulled me off. I looked at him with
the fury of a jungle cat denied my prey... But he leaned in and snarled,
"Oh, we're coming back to this. But right now... you're ass is mine. And
*you* are going to like it."

Like I've said before, my man Nate is strong. Fucking strong. I'm not even
sure quite how it happened, but I went from sprawling over his lap one
minute to being flat on my back the next. My butt hanging off the couch, my
knees up around my shoulders. Pined and helpless.

Nate sneered, and dove face first into my splayed ass.

You probably heard that inhuman sound I screamed out, echoing off in the
distance... but just didn't realize what the sound was. It was the sound of
me discovering my ass was as hot a spot for me as my dick and balls.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Nate nearly ripped my hairy hole part, ramming his tongue in as far as it
could go. He fucking sucked down and started violently shaking his head. I
kept screaming, grabbing his head and trying to drive him in even
further. My whole body was on fire, and I wildly convoluted as he fucking
went after me.

The next few minutes were like a fever dream. He went at me harder than I
would have believed; but even so, I needed more. He lapped me like a dog,
and I tried to grind his face in deeper. He gave these fucking obscene
slurps the length of my hairy crack that left me begged for more, and
howling like a bitch. Oh GOD! SO FUCKING HOT!

I don't know how long he went after me, but I was dizzy from
near-hyperventilation. Then, I felt a new feeling... oh God, oh God, oh
GOD. OHGOD. My head, which had been flailing about, snapped back to look at
him. He was mawing my balls with his mouth, but had rammed a finger deep
inside me.

FUCK.

My body instinctively pushed back against the intruder, and I started to
squirm. Nate barked out, "Yeah man, PUSH IT! You like my finger fucking
your hole?"

My mind whirled. It was so... fucking strange. Like nothing I'd felt. He
started pistoning his finger in as fast as he could, and I fucking lost
it. "UNNNAAAAAAAAGHHHH!" Electricity was ripping though me. He pulled out
sharply, and rammed his face into my asscrack again. I fucking howled. He
kept at it, with another finger and another. Mercilessly stabbing me, as my
hairy hole started to quiver involuntarily. Shifting rapid-fire with his
fingers and his mouth. I have no idea what I was bellowing at this point.

Then, surprisingly... he stopped. He got an odd look on his face, then
smiled broadly. "Wait here a second," he ordered.

He was gone in a flash, and I was left in a pool of semi-conscious jelly,
out of my mind in a hormonal storm.

He reappeared a minute later, holding... a small bottle. He looked at me
proudly. "Dude, things just got a lot better. I forgot... I have lube! Get
ready, bud, I'm about to rock your world."

He kneeled down between my splayed leg, and leaned in to kiss me. As wild
as he was playing with my ass... now he was... intimate. I mean, we
continued our hard-core kissing, but... the man was fucking *smiling*. I
couldn't believe it. And after a squirting sound, I could feel his finger
again, inside me. But slicker. No resistance whatsoever. My hole slammed
hard around him, but he continued sliding effortlessly inside me. The
feeling was... surprising. Hypnotic.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed. "Fuck yeah."

A quick motion, and then I felt something else. Something... fucking
HUGE. Teasing me. Taunting me. Threatening to break that one last taboo
that haunts the dark corners of a straight guy's mind. Nate was lightly
bouncing his cockhead so it juuuuuust started getting my hole to open. Icy
sweat trickled down the side of my face, a mixture of fear... and
desire. He looked at me. A half-cocked smile on his face. And didn't move.

The fucker was gonna make me *ask* for it.

There was nothing left to do. "Do it, you fucker. Breed me."

His smile ripped across his face. He leaned in...

...and my world turned upside down.

He was right. It hurt like a motherfucker, like I was being ripped open. My
hole instinctively slammed shut against the invader, but that lube was too
slick. His cockhead broke right through my resistance.

Nate's eyes flew open, and he rattled off a sharp intake of breath with a
look of absolute wonder. "Fuuuuuuuuuck! Jesus, man. You're so fucking
*tight!* Fuuuuuuck!"

My teeth chomped together as tight as they could go. No way was I gonna say
anything, but the pain was all over my face. Nate looked down with a
curious look. He leaned in, our foreheads touching. He whispered low,
forcing me to strain to hear him. "Breathe, bud. Just
breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe." I unclenched my jaw, and started
breathing in harshly through my mouth, matching his repeated
command. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Slowly, and I mean *slowly,* I started to relax. His smile
broadened. "Yeah, bud. See? Not so bad."

He was right. The pain was fading, and my body was relaxing. My heart,
however, was pounding non-stop, loud enough I'm sure he could hear it
himself. I could feel my pulse racing in my neck.

"Ok, bud. Now, you're gonna push out. Like taking the biggest shit of your
life. Got it?"

I started squeezing, hard as I could. I whispered lightly "What does that
do--?" And then, fuuuuuuuuuuuck. I found out. He pushed forward at the same
time I pushed out, and and I fucking gasped. His dick slowly, relentlessly
puuuuuuuushed through my guts, triggering a thunderstorm of sensations
across my body. It was so fucking... weird. Like my organs were being
rearranged. Completely unnatural. Which added to the thrill. It was, like a
run of pressure, that kept building, and kept building...

...and then he hit something. Something inside me. And all bets were off.

God... it was like... my innards got turned inside out. But more than that,
it was like I suddenly was full of... like, light. Golden, liquid light
that sloshed throughout my body. My skin... rippled. My body hair standing
on end. My skull reverberating with a... roar. Fuck. I made an inhuman
sound as I flexed every muscle I could, trying to make sense of
that... light inside me.

And I realize that somehow he was now completely inside me. Filling me. His
pubes scouring my hole.

I just... looked at him, my body contorting and buckling underneath him. He
was inches from my face and I could barely keep my eyes in focus.

"Fuck yeah, buddy... you feel it. You feel my dick lighting you up. You
have No. Idea."

He pulled his dick back, nearly popping out of my hairy ass altogether. I
was stunned by the feeling of emptiness and almost said something... but
then he fucking *drove* inside me. "NGHAAAAAAAHHHH!" That light inside me
flared, my whole body shook. He fucking drilled me again. And the light
flared again. I threw back my head and screamed louder that a Viking horde
screaming into battle. He slammed into me again, my whole body shaking with
the impact. FUCK. And again. FUCK. The light burning brighter with each
thrust. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

Nate started to lose himself in the fuck, his whole body slamming into me
in time with his cock. I fucking lost it, my mind fucking gone. I savagely
slammed my face against his sweaty, hairy chest, my teeth raking him as I
swung my head from side to side. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. My hands clawed at his
forearms, hard enough to bruise him. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. The light inside me
roaring into fire. Going fucking nuclear.

Nate suddenly paused, and I tried to orient myself to what was
happening. He pulled out completely, and the tension that had been building
inside me almost snapped. I looked at him wildly, trying to figure out what
was happening. Needing him. Needing that fucking dick inside me. He
growled, "I need to pound you. Hard." I barely recognized his voice, made
gravely with testosterone rage. Then, in a flash I was on all fours on the
ground, my ass open and desperate. He gave me no warning; he just fucking
slammed his entire hairy cock into me, balls deep. I roared like a T-Rex
right out of "Jurassic Park."

Nate grabbed my hips in both hands, and fucking pounded the shit out of me,
my body shuddering with each hammer stroke. Curiously, at that moment my
eyes flashed to the game on his big TV. There was a base runner at first,
and the camera angle caught the first baseman crouched low trying to hold
him there, his meaty ass nearly filling the screen. The sight of the first
baseman's splayed ass pointing at me, while Nate fucking drilled mine, was
seared into my brain forever.

My God we fucked. We were fucking animals, all traces of civilized behavior
thrown away into a firestorm of muscle, sweat and testosterone. This new
position gave him the chance to fucking piledrive me again and again, again
and again, slamming into me like a pair of battleships colliding. The slap
of his body against my ass, skin on skin, rang out. The speed, and drive of
his thrusts ripped apart my mind, there was only that light... which was
absolute going nuclear inside me. Burning hotter. Brighter. And fucking
hotter. It was like I was cumming, but the sensation never faded. It just
burned brighter. Brighter. Fucking brighter.

I don't know how long my ass took that punishment. But the results were
spectacular. I knew Nate had to be close, as his thrusts started getting
wilder, his growls becoming more frantic. There was something about that,
knowing my best buddy was fucking going to blast his cum inside me... holy
fucking shit.

As that thought filled my mind, it started. That fire inside me roared
higher than I could imagine. It was like arcs of electricity ripping across
my skin. The roaring inside my ears thundered like a jet engine, and
everything went fucking *white*.  And then I could fucking *feel* my load
fucking explode, like a bomb had blown my dick apart. I realized that
shattering sound filling the room was me screaming. Finally, the white
faded to utter blackness and I was *gone*.

Somehow, I came back to myself. I realized I was sprawled awkwardly on the
floor. Not quite flat on my belly, but somewhat leaning my side. And was
still a... warmth inside me. Oh, Gawwd. The warmth. I gradually felt a huge
weight pressing against my back. My eyes shot open, and I realized Nate was
on top of me. Still inside me. His dick still massaging my innards...
slowly. Not roughly, not hard. Barely perceptible. Just slow, gentle
movements of rolling, wet warmth. He was holding me in a bear hug from
behind; his hands no longer grasping for leverage, but just... dragging
across my sweaty skin. His chin nestled against my neck, and he repeatedly
whispered, "Aw, fuck. Fuck. Oh God. Fuck." My right hand slid along his arm
until it rested on his hand. We were both spent. Useless.

And I never felt so alive in my entire life.


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