Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2021 21:20:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: Karl and Scott - Part 3

***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
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Gay--College

Karl and Scott -- Best Friends Become More, Part III


I have no idea how long I was out of it, just that the thin film of cum
splashed all over me had started to dry.  Man, I needed a towel.

I couldn't help reflecting, as I laid there staring at the ceiling, that
this was shaping into a waaaaay-outside-the norm, record-breaking day of
sex for me. Back last fall, the last time my folks had let me house sit
for them, I brought my then-girlfriend Liz for a romantic getaway of our
own. We made the most of our time, but still only managed a very small
number of rendezvous while she was here, and those were proceeded by a
heaping dose of romancing and seduction.

Karl and I, on the other hand, were fucking horndogs in heat. It was like
we were like puppies who had discovered a great new toy and were going to
Run. It. Into. The. Ground.  Had I been *that* starved for sex? For
intimacy? Had I been bottling up all kinds of feelings I didn't even
know I had?

Was one of the reasons we were so energetically throwing ourselves into
sex so that we wouldn't have time to stop and think about what we were
doing...?

"Je-sus," Karl exclaimed, breaking me out of my mental spiral. He was
right about something he said earlier... I did have a tendency to
overthink things.

I turned my head to look at him. "Having a religious moment over there,
bud?"

"Nah, man, it's just... I mean, they've been telling us since forever
that butt-sex is nasty. And dirty. And makes you less of a man. Jesus
fucking Christ, have they ever *tried* it?"

I snorted out a laugh. "Who knows, they may like it a bit too much and
are trying to throw us off the scent."  I propped myself up on an elbow,
looked at my very naked best friend Karl splayed next to me on the bed,
and asked what was suddenly a very burning question for me: "So, was
that... good for you? The way things started I wasn't sure."

After a moment, he sat up, rubbing his hand lazily across the stubble on
his jawline thoughtfully. "It was... I don't know exactly how to
describe it. It's like trying to describe fucking a pussy, if you've
only ever jerked off. It's just... a different universe. When you first
popped my cherry there was this... icy sharp pain like I was being ripped
in half. It... didn't entirely go away, but after I started relaxing it
just got rolled into this... wave of... like, warm-hot pleasure. That just
kept going. It was like I was just about to cum, but it... just kept going
and getting bigger. Then I really was cumming on top of it, and it was...
crazy. Like cumming times 2, or cumming squared, I don't know. And then
you pulled out and suddenly I felt... empty."

He playfully rubbed my upper thigh with his right hand before continuing,
"You did good, stud. You did good. You sure you haven't done this
before?"

I made a dismissive chortle. "Never. I guess having the hottest stud
around in bed with me must have been an inspiration" I said... teasing,
rather than seducing.

"Me?" he retorted, in a scandalized voice. "*You're* the one everyone
has the hots for! I've never been able to compete!"

Karl's tone was... still somewhat teasing, as if we were in ball-busting
mode. But there was something else there, too. As if he was starting to
say something he really *wanted* to say, but was still trying to maintain
a level of plausible deniability.  Curious.

"Say Karl," I went on, shifting sails to take a somewhat different
tack. "I mean... well, I know the plan was to sleep in and then get you
back to campus sometime after breakfast.  Do you want to, maybe, stay and
have lunch? I mean, you don't have to get back right away?"

This was both a perfectly normal question to ask, and a perfectly normal
thing to do... but somehow it  felt... bigger.

"You sure know your way to a man's heart... lunch is good!  And
nothing's going on back on campus that can't wait!" Karl answered with
a big grin.

We clamored off the bed. Not bothering with clothes this time, we headed
back downstairs toward the kitchen.

And Jesus Christ my horndog best friend was feeling frisky. The man had
no sense of personal space, hanging all over me, hands everywhere. At one
point, I swear to God he pinched--pinched!--my bare ass, causing me to
try and twist his nipple in retaliation. His high spirits were
infectious.  Apparently I was taking too long rooting through the
refrigerator for sandwich fixings, causing him to call out "Shut the
door, dill-hole--the cold will cause shrinkage, and you barely have
enough man meat as it is!" He was lucky I didn't squirt mustard all
over his cock.

As we loaded up on our sandwiches, we decided not to despoil my mom's
furniture with our naked selves, and just went back upstairs to set up a
picnic on the guest room bed. Damn, I had spent more time there in the
last 24 hours than I had in the last 20-some years. The guest room had a
decent TV connected to our cable, so while we ate we found another
raunchy comedy to keep us entertained.

It was wild. Earlier at breakfast, there was an element of... caution to
our banter. As if we were still sizing up the situation. Here, we were
back to our normal, irreverent selves, making wise-cracks about the movie
and shouting advice to the characters... even boasting about how we would
respond if we found ourselves in the raunchy activities depicted.

But there was something else going on, too. An undercurrent. There was a
sexual vibe to everything... touches, looks, comments made on the fly. But
everything was anchored in an assurance we had with each other. We were...
comfortable. It's like we weren't really *seducing* each other...
because we knew we already *had* each other. It was rather an unspoken,
low-grade round of foreplay. Finally we swept everything off the bed, and
made motions to "watch the movie." But we were way, way too far beyond
that point.

I don't new quite how we got going again, as everything was flowing
naturally together. And it didn't really matter. At one point we found
ourselves sitting facing each other, in a deep and passionate kiss. I
used the remote to kill the TV, then threw the remote somewhere to be
found later. It was so hot making out with Karl... the intensity from our
first time hadn't abated one bit. Slowly, we widened our mouths'
attentions, using our lips to awaken each other's necks, ears, and more.

At one point I had Karl laying on his back, with his outstretched arm
over his head. I was laying sloppy, determined tongue-strokes around his
hairy nipples--a place I knew he loved. His deep sighs confirmed his
relaxed sense of bliss. His position opened up new possibilities,
however, and I took advantage of something I had been thinking about
since our earlier shower. Slowly, deliberately, I widened my tongue
circles to sweep around his pecs, and finally into the hair of his arm
pit. I nuzzled my nose there for a second, and didn't mind one bit--the
earlier scent of soap was replaced by a musk that was indelibly Karl. Not
BO, just raw masculine essence. He began gurgling with pleasure, and his
breathing was starting to come out in gasps.

After a few minutes, sexual hunger took him over, and he rolled me over
and went to work on me. It was his attention to detail that was so
remarkable. He learned how to use that brush of stubble on his chin to
its best effect, combining it with his tongue to awaken my skin. I loved
it, and was surprisingly in love with just the closeness of him as he
pleasured me... the feel of his skin on mine. I mean, his hands yes, as
they ran across me... but, like the simple contact of his chest against my
torso as he suckled my nipples. I loved the heat of his body, the gentle
tickle of his chest hair. The reassuring *feeling* of him.

Horny as he was, he finally made his way to my crotch, and redoubled his
efforts. Fuck, the flicks of his tongue were bringing my balls to life,
churning out new cum ready to be released and shared. My cock had
uncoiled to its full length and thickness, demanding attention that Karl
willingly provided.

I was way too horny myself to let this go unanswered. I recalled on our
first night together how incredible it was to pleasure him as he was
pleasuring me, and I wrenched us into a position to better take advantage
of that. I loved it when we were 69ing on our side, but I wanted
something new--so with me still on my back, I wrestled him onto his knees
kneeling above me, and took his cock as deep into my throat as I could.

Again, he was pretty big, and as a newbie I wasn't able to manage his
full length, but God as My Witness I was going to try. We closely
followed each other's motions, sucking, sucking hard and worshiping each
other's cocks. It was fucking epic.

But the angle and body position also made it easy, maybe easier, to give
his meaty balls the tongue bath they deserved. Arousal and exertion had
woken up his natural musk, and I fucking *loved* breathing in his scent
as I worked him. It was such a fucking masculine experience, especially
when played over the running soundtrack of our animal growls.

But then I realized I had another opportunity. I shifted myself a bit
further back, which meant he had slightly less access to my cock... but in
response I was able to set eyes on that glorious, fucking grade-A Man
Ass. God DAMN I loved his hairy ass, and that pink pucker of an asshole
drove me out of my mind.
I dove in ready to make it mine.

And it was every bit as hot as I remembered. In fact, better. When I ate
his ass before, the fact that we were right out of the shower meant that
I got a mouthful--and nose full--of soap. His ass now was by no means
nasty, but had a distinct Karl, a distinct *masculine* scent. Maybe I was
some dirty boy, but these manly, real scents were fucking blowing my
mind. I unleashed a fucking tsunami of tongue action on him. Karl was
howling in desire, sparking the most amazing feeling--as he growled while
going down on me, it was like is mouth and throat became a vibrator set
to "high," making my cock sing in appreciation.

After a few minutes, Karl decided to return the favor, sliding further
down to unleash an oral assault on my own puckered hole. This was the
first time I had ever, ever had anything touch it, and I immediately
understood what got him so fucking hot. Jesus, how is it that every
fucking straight guy in America isn't *demanding* their women work their
endzones like this? Or, hell, find some gay guy to do it if their woman
wouldn't? I don't think the sounds either of us were making were even
human at that point.

A new thought, which I had been toying with, was muscling its way to the
front of my mind. As I was failing my wet hole against Karl's mouth, I
knew I, too, needed to get fucked. Earlier the idea had scared me... this
was the ultimate point of no return. My mind could have come with some
justification, however flimsy for everything we had done to this point,
but getting fucked would be GAY, in all capital letters. No explanation
could walk that back. Gay. Period.

Fuck it. If Karl can do it, I can do it.

But then I had another important insight. Maybe we could make this a bit
easier. As I mentioned, I had had Liz here for a romantic escape; I had
brought special lube for the occasion, and stashed it in my room in
anticipation for other rounds in the future. I think it was "Special
Warming" or "Special Cooling" or something fun she wanted to try... I
didn't care, as long as it got me inside her snatch. Whatever it was, it
would do.

I pulled back from him, slid away and dashed toward my bedroom. Karl,
bewildered, shouted after me, "Where are you going?"  I ran back,
lobbed the bottle of lube at him, and got back on the bed, laying down
flat on my stomach, my ass facing upwards.

"You're gonna fuck me."

I couldn't see Karl's face, but I sensed a moment of confusion,
followed by a glorious realization. "Are... are you sure?"

"As sure as I'll ever be. Get going before I chicken out."

He didn't wait. I felt his hands start reworking my ass, kneading it.
His hands may not have been entirely steady. I heard him open the bottle
I had just tossed him, and a second later felt a cool drizzle of fluid on
my hairy crack. Slowly, but firmly, he used his fingers to push into my
crack, searching for my hole. One he found it, the slick fingertips
started circling my pucker, pushing slightly... slightly... until finally
his greased up index finger slipped through and entered me.

I hissed in satisfaction. This was fucking unreal. My butt was terra
incognita for me, nothing more than a never-seen chute you emptied out
every morning. His tongue fire had been a revelation, but this entry took
it up a notch. Reflexively I clamped down at the intruder, but wanted it
far, far deeper. The sensation felt... gooooood.

Karl whispered seductively, "Stud, you have the hottest fucking ass...
but its being a little shy. I think it needs more convincing." He pulled
his finger out a little, added a bit more lube and slid it in again. He
tried this maneuver several more times in rapid succession. Not only did
it feel great, but with each entry I relaxed a bit more. Finally, he slid
in deeper... and kept going.

I gasped. "Yeah man, yeah that feels so fucking good." He ended up
twisting the well-lubed finger, exploring me... and finally finding my
magic spot. That felt *insanely* good. Exciting. Warming. Electric.

He kept up the process, adding another finger and finally loosening me up
with four. At this point, I was sweating like a whore in church, writhing
my body in pleasure as I let out a low undulating moan. I started pushing
back with my ass, trying to get his fingers in deeper.  He finally
figured I was ready.

Was I fucking ever.

His cockhead slid inside me, and all the Bells of Paris went off in
unison in my mind. Mercifully, my ass adjusted to Karl's cock faster
than his did to mine. Maybe it was that he wasn't as thick, maybe his
prep helped, but he was able to get inside of me faster, with far less
pain. Don't get me wrong--it still stung at first. But I got what he
said, that having a dick back there unleashed waves of.... Incredibly good
feelings that ultimately overwhelmed the pain. And the thing is these
waves of feelings weren't just in my ass... no, the warmth was washing
over me head to toe. It was fucking *everywhere* inside me, all at once.
I think the hairs of my arm were standing on edge.

Karl then shifted slightly to try fucking me a different way. He slid his
legs outside of mine, and started slow, relentless, deep thrusts inside
me. FUUUUUUUUUCK it felt good when he bottomed out inside me, I could
feel the bush of his pubes against my hole, but more I could tell that as
I relaxed his cockhead was going deeper inside me than I could imagine.
It was physical pleasure on a different plane.

But Karl did something that took it up notch. Shifting positions again,
he laid out flat on top of me, his hairy chest on my back, while he
hooked his arms around mine. His stubbled jaw was now laying next to
mine, the hoarseness of his pants directly in my ear. And he started
pounding harder.

FUUUUUUUUCK.

We were... connected. In a primitive, primal way. Skin on skin. I could
feel the gentle scour of his chest hairs as he moved, before the friction
lessened slightly from our sweat. The contact, the fucking intimate
contact was heightening my senses, and made it all... erotic. To the
incredible felling inside, I was getting hit with a sense of... euphoria.
I can't explain it.

And Karl just kept working my ass in ways I never thought possible... his
groans making his whole body vibrate. He shifted from just straight up
pounding, to grinding his cock in me in circular hip swirls, hitting
parts of me I didn't know were hot zones. He then started sloppily
kissing me--my cheeks, my ears, my neck, anything he could lock his lips
on. It was clumsy, but holy fuck was it effective. He at one point
unhooked his arm from under my shoulder, extending it above my head to
better balance himself. In doing so, his hairy pit moved right above my
face, giving me the scent of his musk. That scent, with the feel of his
chest hair grinding across my back, while he growled in pleasure, was
flooding my mind all at once. The experience overwhelmed me, and seared
that mighty fuck into my mind forever.

I was getting hotter and hotter, devolving into animalistic need.  My
whole body was radioactive with my need to cum, my need to release. There
was nothing in the world but my hunger.

Karl went back to pistoning me harder and harder, faster and faster. His
cries got louder, and then he hit the point of no return.  His thrusts
became more frenzied but less controlled. His cock was twitching in my
hole. His hands gripping me hard enough to break bones. Finally, release.
The loudest, sweatiest, cummiest release he likely ever experienced.
Still groaning, he continued to keep driving his cock into my hole for
some minutes, refusing to let the incredible sensations he felt go away.

I had not yet cum myself, and my hunger had raised to dangerous heights.
I had never felt this need so badly. As Karl slowly relaxed and more or
less melted on top of me, I rolled out from under him. I grabbed the lube
bottle and smeared a desperate handful on my rock-hard cock. Karl lay on
his stomach, unable... and likely unwilling to resist my assault. I
grabbed and pulled his hips upward, getting him on his knees with his
head and shoulders still on the bed. His hairy ass open to all the world.

And then I fucked the shit out of him.

There was no romance. There was no magic. There was me fucking him like a
dog in the street. Relaxed, he gave no resistance to my dick, and in fact
barely had time to scream "Fuck YEAHHHHHHHHH!" before I was pounding in
earnest. I couldn't have lasted long... soon I was roaring out an orgasm
like Thor thundering down a mountain ready for battle. The intensity
almost scared me.

After the last shuddering cum blasts had subsided, I pulled out with a
wet plop and crashed down next to him. Next to my spent best friend. We
leaned together and started kissing... no, that's not the right word. Our
mouths met and attacked each other with the same savagely intensity as we
had been fucking each other minutes before. But in time, we ended up
finding ourselves in each other... then losing ourselves in the other. Our
kisses slowly cooled from white-hot passion, to tenderness.

Finally, we broke apart, looked deeply at each other... and started
laughing. Open, warm laughter that rolled off us in waves and filled the
room.

 The laughter finally died away to low rumbling chuckles, and we looked
at each other. I mean *really* looked at each other. Karl smiled and
said, "You have the most amazing eyes."

It was the last thing I'd ever expect him to say. I was somewhat taken
aback, and started laughing again. "What the fuck are you talking about?
*You're* the guy with the killer baby blues. Everyone loves them!  Who
the hell gives a thought about brown eyes like mine?"

"Your eyes are... alive. Deep. Like there's an old soul behind them."

"Oh ho. So is that what first attracted you to me? My eyes?"

Karl made a half sneer. "Who says I'm *attracted* to you... you nasty,
sweaty scumbag. Jesus.  Everything I'm doing is simply out of pity."

That did it, somehow Karl's taunt revived us enough to begin a serious
wrestling match right there on the bed. We were indeed still sweaty
enough, and doused in cum, that we couldn't seriously hold each other,
but I was somewhat able to pin him by laying my naked torso across his
chest. He gave my bare ass a hard slap, causing me to yelp and roll
free.  We ended up making out all over again.

After we came up for air again, Karl with more seriousness asked, "So...
did you like getting fucked?"

"You're fishing for complements, aren't you...?" Karl cartoonishly
flickered his eyebrows up and down and grinned shamelessly.

"Truth is, I think my asshole feels about 2 sizes too big right now. But
that was... the most fucking amazing thing I've ever felt. It was like a
whole new world of excitement opened up. Once I got used to it, I
couldn't get enough."

"Did you like getting plowed, or doing the plowing better?" Karl asked.

"That's an excellent question."  I gave some serious thought to
things. "Call me a horndog, but I don't think I can give an answer
after only one go of it."

Karl burst out in a snort of derisive laughter. "You fucking pig, you!"

"No seriously. This is so... new. I'm totally out of my league here. But
sex with you was the most intense experience of my life. Both giving and
getting. I wanna...."

It's weird. In spite of where we were, in spite of all we had done, for
the first time since last night's memorable kiss, I suddenly felt...
well, naked. Vulnerable. I cautiously continued. "I want to keep
exploring.  With you.  If you... you know... want to."

A crooked smile slowly broke out across his face. "You're damn straight
I want to explore with you!"

This was turning into the best fucking day of my life.

Despite our ample interest in starting a whole new round of fun, however,
we were feeling pretty well spent at that point... and neither our libido
nor bravado could change that fact. We gathered up the remains of our
lunch and headed back downstair, and generally cleaned up a bit. After a
bit we ended up back in the guest room--forever after branded in my mind
as The Sex Room--and decided to see what kind of movie we could find.
Something agreeable popped onto the screen and we went with it. I won't
lie--I dozed off after a few minutes, and I suspect Karl did the same.

Much later, we stirred and went back to that second most important thing
on young guys' minds... food. The nice thing is that my mom equated love
with food, and had ridiculously overstocked the fridge for me to enjoy
while staying there. I mean, we could have hosted an Italian wedding
reception with all the stuff she had left for us. And by God we made the
most of it.

Later, much later, we started feeling frisky again. I couldn't help it...
I couldn't get enough of my buddy's body, nor he enough of mine. One
thing was different this go-around: I had had more time to think about
what I wanted. I loved, LOVED fucking Karl, but there was something so
wildly, weirdly, wonderfully strange about the sensations I felt when he
fucked me, and I wanted to explore some more. I wanted him inside me
again, pushing buttons and pulling levers I didn't know I had. I wanted
this session to last longer, and I wanted to look him in the eye as he
slid in and out of me... I wanted that connection. I wanted something
sensual, and intimate.

And so I made my move.

We had started off trading some serious sucking action, when I pulled him
off my dick and hauled him into a seated position, sitting on his bare
ass with his legs angled in front of him. I climbed in front of him,
leering. He looked at me in excited anticipation, and I kissed him
passionately before pulling back and whispering, "Trust me. I have an
idea."

I grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezed a dollop out and started seriously
working his rock-hard dick. The sliding pressure of my hands had an
immediate reaction, and Karl threw his head back and hissed, "FUUUUCK."
I worked his cock over until it was well and truly coated, and then
reached back and furiously worked more of the fluid into my hole.

Slicked up and ready to go, I rose up and positioned my hungry hole over
his cockhead, and slowly sat down on it, letting my weight drive him deep
inside my guts. We locked eyes as I slid down and did not let go. His
mouth opened wordlessly in a silent cry of passion... but I couldn't have
been silent if I tried. I let out a gasping moan as I felt him dickhead
pop inside of me. That moment of pain was still there, but it was swept
away in other sensations I could barely understand, let alone explain. I
started rocking myself up and down on his dick, rotating my hips as I did
so. Fucking GOD his cock felt so fucking good. We rocked against each
other again and again, and again and again, savoring everything. Slowly
we fell into a luxurious rhythm: slow and sensual, deep and inevitable.
There was this new universe of sensations hitting me all at once. It was
like all my nerve endings were firing at once.

The best way for me to describe what was going on inside my body and mind
is to think about what it's like playing in the waves when you're at
the beach. There's a fundamental rhythm as the waves hit your body, but
the sensations don't stop there. There's the feeling of the seafoam as
it fizzes across your skin, the taste of the salt, and the gentle
scouring of the churning sand in the water. There's the deep feeling of
the undertow as it sucks your body, and the dizzying head rush as you
clear a wave. All these wonderful, varied feelings happen at once, adding
up to a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

Now, take those feelings and multiply them by 1,000. *That* was me
getting fucked by Karl.

FUCK if this wasn't the greatest fucking ride of my life! It was like I
had fucking *become* sex. My earlier feelings of euphoria dialed up to
11... at that moment Karl could have literally asked me for anything and I
would have given it without question.

Karl, for his part, had leaned into me as was violently kissing my chest,
my neck, anything he could get his mouth around. His hands, carrying his
passion as much as any other part of him, where rubbing frantically
across my skin, desperate for the feel of my flesh under his fingers. All
these sensations added to the unstoppable, desperate feeling of his dick
as it massaged my innards. I needed him. I fucking NEEDED him. I wrenched
up his head, leaned in and kissed him as savagely as I could, trying to
convey my hunger for him, my need. Precum ran down my dick as my balls
boiled in anticipation.

I had no idea how long we fucked... the fuck had become everything.

Finally a new sensation built up, building and building beyond anything I
had experienced yet. The dam suddenly burst, and I came like a lighting
bolt. I threw my head back and let my balls explode. In doing so, I drove
Karl to come inside me, too, flooding me with his spunk. If anything, he
was louder than I was.

It was the most intimate moment of my life. I had given, *completely*
given myself to my best friend, and gotten in return the greatest sex of
I had ever experienced. My whole idea of sex had just been entirely
rewritten.

Was this the start of something... something amazing?

We kept slowly fucking long after we had both shot our loads, and I was
still savoring the feeling of his softening cock inside me. We ultimately
dissolved into a deeply felt kiss. We broke apart, and Karl reached over
and brushed a swirl of tousled hair back from my face. Silence fell
between us, but the silence was warm and somehow swirled with life... and
possibilities.

"You have the most amazing eyes," he repeated, softly.