Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2020 22:29:58 +0000 From: monoman30 Subject: So, That Happened (part 2) Here's part 2, friends! Say hi! monoman30@protonmail.com Donate to nifty! Or else! So, That Happened (part 2) I barely even remember the rest of that day. For some reason I was convinced that the phone would ring and I'd hear my mom say, "He did what!?" I made myself sick with regret, not only worrying about him telling someone but also the fact that he was probably gone from my life. He was my best friend, and just like that I didn't think we'd ever hang out again. It was a painful thought, especially with all the free time of summer. But a couple days later Matthew called. Surprisingly I wasn't freaked out when I heard his voice, and when he asked if I wanted to hang out I eagerly agreed. I think at first things were a little awkward but it smoothed out fairly quickly, and soon things were pretty much normal. Internally I'm still kind of a mess though. I can't stop thinking about what we did, and sometimes I feel ashamed, but mostly I think about how his dick felt in my mouth and I get turned on. Almost every time I jack off now at some point I'm thinking about what happened, and that's usually what I'm thinking about as I cum. Does that make me gay? I don't know. I think maybe it's hot because it was REAL, you know? Like I can look at all the porn I want, but at the end of the day, it's just a fantasy. With Matthew, that really happened. I sucked his dick. I'd gone under a blanket, pulled out his hard dick, stuck it in my mouth, and sucked on it. And he'd sucked me. I actually finished in his mouth. And thinking about it gives me these huge orgasms when I'm jacking off, even though afterward the guilt and uncertainty come creeping in and I have to occupy myself with something to distract myself until the feeling goes away. But yeah, things are mostly normal now. Well, except that I get even hornier than usual when we hang out. Right now we're playing Mario Kart, and I can't help looking at his crotch and thinking... I know what it looks like. I saw it. I held it in my hand. I felt it, and licked it, and sucked it. And he liked it! I bet I could just reach over and grab his crotch right now, and he'd be surprised but he wouldn't stop me. I think I can see it under his shorts. I wonder what it feels like right now, while it's soft. Is it still bigger than mine? What would it be like to grab it through his shorts and feel it swelling under my hand? Just sitting next to him, knowing that this stuff is actually possible, makes me so fucking horny. I want to suck his dick again. And I want to do it right this time. I want to just get on my knees right now and take it out and suck on it. Are we going to do it again? What if... what if it was just something we do? Like, we're best friends already, we both get horny, what if we just do whatever we want with each other? We wouldn't judge each other or anything, we could just sort of have an agreement, like, "Look, I'm horny, you're horny, let's just use each other," or whatever. Why not? Could that really happen? I mean, we already did it. We blew each other. And the world didn't end. And it felt great, right? It's nobody else's business what we do. Mmm let me suck your dick again! And you can suck mine! All you want! Fuck I'm horny. And this is kind of driving me crazy. He's sitting right next to me. Maybe I should go jack off in the bathroom. Oh that sounds soooo good, I bet I'd cum so hard right now. But then I might feel weird. Besides, what if, like, an opportunity presents itself? What if we finish this race and Matthew says he's bored and lays on the bed again? I mean, that could happen! "Yes! Dang, what happened to you?" Matthew asks. I realize he's finished in first and I'm in tenth. I honestly have no idea what happened, I don't even remember the race. Okay, quit fucking thinking about sex! I force my thoughts away and focus. Kind of. We all have tacos and watch a movie. I like his parents, and they like me. Like I said I'm a good kid, I'm sure they think I'm a good influence. If only they knew what we'd gotten up to. Anyway, they're letting us sleep in the den tonight, which is cool. It's big, and they have a huge TV down there. We take our showers (I prefer taking my showers in the morning, actually, but around here they do it at night, and for once I'm grateful and clean myself nice and good). We binge watch some shows in the den once his parents go upstairs, and I only half pay attention cause I'm horny again. My brain is consumed with the idea that something could happen tonight. It happened before and that was in broad daylight. Now it's nighttime. Matthew suggests grabbing the sleeping bags from the garage. I love their sleeping bags, they're like this brown corduroy instead of the usual vinyl or nylon or whatever, and they're so warm and comfy, and we get them and lay them out on the floor next to each other. I decide to give Matthew a little show, try to warm things up a little. I start to strip down, going a little slower than I usually do. "Are you going to bed?" Matthew asks as I kick my shoes off. "No, I'm just hot." I pull my shorts down and I know full well that I'm semi hard. Not, like, super obvious, just enough so it looks impressive. I lift my shirt over my head, and I take my time doing so, giving Matthew some time to enjoy the view. I swear I can feel his eyes on me, and my dick is responding quickly. I thought I had it under control but I've been horny all day, and I hurriedly finish and sit on the sleeping bag with my legs together as my dick grows to full boner status, and I'm hoping Matthew leaves me alone so I don't have to stand up. Matthew starts stripping down too, but he's facing away from me. Is he being modest or is he hiding his own erection? Either way, little does he know I'm perfectly happy with this view. Matthew doesn't know this about me, but I like ass. I always have. I mean tits and legs and all that are great too, don't get me wrong, but butts also really do it for me. And I've always liked Matthew's butt. I've pictured his bare ass pumping in the air while he plows girls plenty of times. He's a little thicker than me, body-wise, and his ass is nice and big in a way that I like. His underwear runs up his crack as he stands back up, and I can't help thinking that I wish I could've played with it the other day, too. Fuck, I better get in this sleeping bag. My dick is stiff as hell. We watch a couple episodes of this horror show, and then we turn the TV off and start talking about scary stuff in the dark, trying to psyche ourselves out. His mom makes her customary final check in, tells us goodnight and to keep it down, the usual. Once she leaves, my horniness starts building up in a big way. This is the first time I've spent the night at his place since we sucked each other, and the dark and quiet seems thick with anticipation. Is something going to happen? I slowly take my dick out and start quietly playing with myself under the sleeping bag. It feels so thick and hard in my hand, and I wish it was Matthew's. I stroke it and grab it, imagining that it is. "It's so dark out," Matthew remarks, breaking the quiet. He's right. There's a big sliding glass door in the den that leads to a patio, but it's pitch black outside, and the only ambient lighting is from the small blue LED clock on the receiver under the TV. "Yeah it is," I agree. "It seems darker than usual." "There must not be a moon out tonight." "Aww," I say in a silly voice. "I like da moon!" I reach over and tug on his sleeping bag. "What're you doing?" he asks with a giggle. "I wanna see da moon!" "Okay, what do you want me to do about it?" "Show me da moon!" I know this sounds silly, but it's all I can think of on short notice. "Ohhh," he says, catching on. "You wanna see the moon!" "Yes!" "Are you suuuure you wanna see the moon?" I nod, and he turns over and faces the other way. Did that actually work? Oh yes oh yes... He lifts the flap of the sleeping bag and flashes me his bare butt, the underwear bunched up below it. Damn, why does it have to be so dark? "Da moon!" he says and lowers the flap again. "Happy now?" "But I couldn't see anything!" I complain. "Really?" "It's too dark!" "Let me see." Oh, that's how you wanna play, huh? No problem! I happily slip my underwear down and face away from him, then lift the flap of my sleeping bag and show him my bare ass. But unlike him, I leave the flap open. "See?" "Yeah," he says. "You're right, I can't see at all! Are you even showing me anything?" "I guess you're just gonna have to find out." I hear the cloth of his sleeping bag move, and then his hand is on the cheek of my ass. He starts feeling around a bit, and I'm going nuts. We're doing it again! Not exactly the same thing, and I'm more into exploring his butt than having him explore mine, but only barely, and besides whatever he does to me basically gives me permission to do the same to him, so as far as I'm concerned he can do whatever he wants! And having him feel my bare, naked skin is just... "What are you doing?" I ask. He's, like, tapping a line across my butt cheek toward my hip, and I look over and see that he's walking his first two fingers along my bare skin. "It's the man on the moon," he says. Oh. Haha. He walks his fingers over my hip. "I wonder what's on the other side?" Fuck yeah, here we go! "Oh, so he wants to see what's on the other side of the moon?" I ask. "Yeah." "He might be surprised at what he finds!" "He wants to know." So I roll over onto my back, trying not to grin with delight, leaving a corner of the flap across my middle to maintain a little gentlemanly modesty. He walks his fingers down my stomach and up against the cloth of the sleeping bag. "There's some kind of force field stopping him," Matthew says. "Oh no! Let me see if I can help with that," I say, and I pull it back a little. His fingers walk a couple inches, and I pull it back more. Then his fingers are right next to my dick, and I slowly pull the flap away. I'm so hard right now, and Matthew stops the finger-walking thing and slides his fingertips up the full length of the underside of my dick, and it throbs at the delicate touch. He slowly wraps his hand around it and holds it firmly. I can feel myself throbbing in his hand. If he keeps doing this I think I might just fucking cum right here without him even doing anything to it. "Okay, my turn to explore the moon," I say, and turn to face him as he lets go of my dick. He obligingly turns the other way and lifts the sleeping bag, exposing his bl nice white butt. I forgo the finger walking. I'm gonna show him how it's done. I scoot closer and start rubbing his ass. It's warm and baby soft, and I rub it boldly, squeezing handfuls of the soft, full cheeks, running my hand into the warm crack in the middle. Fuck yeah. I run my hand over his smooth hip, down into the dip of his waist to the small of his back, then over the swell of his butt again. I get my fingers down between his legs and feel his perineum, smooth and slightly damp with perspiration. Speaking of perspiration, I open my own sleeping bag because I'm burning up, and the fresh air cools my skin. My dick throbs a few times, hard as steel, exposed and just inches away from his bare ass. I dig my fingers into his crack until I can feel his hole. "What are you doing?" Matthew asks with an awkward chuckle. "Oh, I'm just exploring." I slide my finger up and down his crack a couple times, then feel his hole again. "Why don't you explore with something else?" Matthew says. Holy shit, is he serious? "Hmm, I think I got something around here I can explore with." I look down at my rock hard dick, pulsing in the air just inches from his ass. This is gonna be a good night for you, little guy. I scoot a little closer and brush the head up and down against his bare white skin, then I lay it lengthwise into his crack. I kinda hump him gently, sliding my length up and down against his ass, the warm, full, bare cheeks pressed against either side of my dick. I can see the head pushing up between his cheeks on the up-thrust and then sliding back down into the dark crevice. Oh... fuck that feels good. We're both shirtless and his back is just inches from my chest and I can feel the heat from his skin against mine, and I want to get my whole body up against him and just spend hours slowly grinding my dick against his ass, but... his dick is right there, and I can't resist. I put my hand on his ass and then slide it over his hip and feel my way towards his crotch. "What are you doing?" Oh shut up Matthew, you know goddamn well what I'm doing, can't we just enjoy this? "Oh, just feeling around," I say nonchalantly, and then bam, there it is, every bit as hot and hard as mine is. Maybe even harder, if that's possible. Fuck yeah, I've got Matthew's dick in my hand again. I slide my hand up and down it's erotic length, and yes, he's definitely got some pubic hair. I run my fingers through it. There's not much, it's coarse and sparsely distributed in a small patch just above the base of his dick. I love his ass but oh, I wanna suck that dick again so bad. I gently pull on his shoulder and he rolls over onto his back. My dick is reluctant to see that ass go, but my mouth is salivating in anticipation. I can't wait to suck Matthew's dick. I've thought about it so many times since last time, and now I get to do it again! It looks even bigger than last time. I lean over his body and hold it's warm thickness and move my head closer. Hello again, my friend. I gently kiss the tip, feeling the warm, dry skin against my lips again. Then I can't resist anymore and I stick the head in my mouth. I'm ready for how thick it feels this time, and I swirl my tongue around it's ridges and crevices, then push it in deeper, my lips locked around the smooth cylinder of his shaft while the head fills the back of my mouth. I wish I could take it even deeper. I'm perpendicular to Matthew so his dick is sideways to me, and I preferred it upright, but hey, who am I to be picky. I slide it back out and I grab his bunched up underwear and pull them down so I can see his balls, the sack is bigger than mine and a darker tan color, and when I put his dick back in my mouth I cup them with my other hand. The skin is warm and hairless and fills my palm nicely as his dick fills my mouth. I've been dreaming about sucking his dick again practically nonstop since that last time, thinking of how I'd do it differently. I move my head, the way he did to me, sliding my lips and mouth up and down it's length. Mmmm. I take it out again and hold it in my hand and just start licking it and kissing it. I love kissing it. I kiss it's whole length, from the bottom all the way to the tip. So good. I kiss his balls, feeling the textured skin against my lips as I jack his wet dick with my right hand. "Can I try yours?" Matthew asks, and I lay on my back and Matthew leans over and takes hold of me and puts it into his mouth. Oh, I do love this feeling. My eyes are starting to adjust to the dark a little, and I watch as Matthew sucks my dick. I move my head until I can see his crotch, and I can see his boner bobbing in the air as he goes down on me. Then he reaches down and starts jacking himself while he sucks me. Oh, fuck that's hot! I've never seen another boy jacking off. I watch this for a minute, his hand stroking that thick cock and I know he hasn't sucked me as long as I sucked him but I need that dick in my mouth again. "Hold on," I suggest, and he pulls away, and I can see he looks a little disappointed at stopping. I get up so I can flip around- "Wait," Matthew says. "Lemme try like this." He scoots up to me on his knees and takes me back in his mouth while I'm standing. Oh, this is pretty cool, actually! Standing here and getting my dick sucked while he's on his knees is super hot, and I already can't wait to try it the other way around. He grabs my underwear and pulls them the rest of the way down and I step out of them while he licks my dick. I love watching him do that, especially when he gets underneath it and tilts his face up with his mouth open and slathers his tongue along the underside. He looks as enraptured as I would be. He slides it back into his mouth and I hear a little moan of satisfaction. Mmm, I know the feeling, bud. I wish I could suck my dick with you. I know that's a weird thought but it's turning me on even more. I wish I could somehow get down there with him and we could suck my dick together, taking turns or just licking it together. He slides his mouth up and down on it, still moaning, then he takes it in deep. Whoa, is that the back of his throat? How is he doing that!? I'd be gagging like crazy! It feels a little weird, to be honest, but the thought of being that deep in his mouth is pretty fucking hot. I wish I could just swallow his dick like that. He slides it out and jacks me a little while licking the tip, and my dick feels super slippery in his fist after being so deep in his mouth. "Shit, whoa..." I pull back before I can cum. That was close. Came up on me real fast. "Jesus." I can see Matthew smiling in the dark. Little fucker. "Okay, stand up." He stands and I drop to my knees on the carpet. Mmmm, fuck yeah, good idea Matthew. Damn his dick looks big from this angle. He points it at my face and steps forward and it hits my cheek, so I grab it for him and get it into my mouth properly, finally getting to suck his dick again. Now that Matthew set the bar so high I'm feeling much more bold about showing how into this I am, and I allow myself to moan in hunger as I eagerly work it with my mouth and my lips and my tongue. Fuck this is hot, and being on my knees while he stands in front of me is even hotter. And his dick is right side up now, and it feels better that way, my tongue working the underside, and I love the feeling of the bell-like ridge of the head moving under my upper lip. I put my hands on his hips and start licking his balls and the skin of his crotch and I love the feeling of his hot, wet, hard dick against the side of my face. I put it back in my mouth and Matthew puts his hands on the back of my head, and something about that makes it even hotter, and I close my eyes and just focus on sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. "Okay," I say after a while. "Lay down here." He gets down and I position myself opposite him so we can lay on our sides and suck each other's dicks at the same time, laying on our sides on the floor, which is what I'd initially wanted to do before Matthew stopped me. Not that I'm complaining! Matthew caught on and as soon as we're both on the floor we start sucking on each other. I grab his dick by the base with my right hand and reach around his waist and hold his butt with my left, and he does the same to me. I push myself forward until our bodies are in full contact with each other, his stomach against my chest and mine against his. It feels so intimate, being completely naked on the carpet (well, except our socks but those don't count), our bare, warm bodies right up against each other. It's nice cause he's occupied doing his own thing, so I don't feel any pressure, I can just lay here and experience this. I run my hand down his back and up to his butt in an intimate way, as if we were making out, except I've got a dick in my mouth, which is even better. I suck on it lovingly, not being aggressive, just savoring it, bathing it with my tongue, sucking on it gently. I'm not thinking about whether this makes me gay or what Matthew might be thinking or feeling. It's just me, the warm body against me, and the dick filling my mouth. The balls in front of my eyes. The smooth curve of the ass under my left hand. I close my eyes to the pure, simple satisfaction, gently sucking. My mind is going back and forth between what I'm doing and what's being done to me. I'm tracing my fingers up and down the indentation of his spine, the warm crevice of his ass, flowing my tongue around the contours of the head of his dick. And then I'm feeling the way Matthew's lips are sliding up and down my shaft, the way he's hungrily sucking on me, and now he's feeling my balls, and he's moaning, because he wants this just as much as I do, and that's SO hot, you can suck me as long as you want Matthew, and now he's hugging my hips, stuffing my dick deep into his mouth until it's against the back of his throat again, and I start sucking on him harder, I grab his ass and pull him into me, we're locked together, feeding and eating each other, it feels like his dick is getting even harder and - wait, he's.. no, he's not peeing, he's cumming, he's cumming in my mouth and that's not piss, that's sperm. His dick is throbbing, I can feel the thin veins inside it pulsing under my lips, and with each throb comes a new release of hot sperm, just like I've seen in porn. It's coming thick and fast and I swallow it quickly, trying not to think about it, but it seems to coat my mouth. It also kind of feels like it burns a little, not painfully or anything, just... odd, especially in the back of my throat. I try to swallow it as quickly as it comes out, and after a bit the pulsing rhythm slows and the jets of cum slow to a stop. Matthew's got my ass in a death grip, and he stopped sucking me at some point. I can feel him relaxing against me. I realize he was as stiff as a board. I guess I stiffen up when I cum, too. I never really thought about it. Once I'm sure he's fully finished I roll onto my back. We lay there for a moment and then Matthew leans over and starts sucking on me again. "You don't have to do that," I tell him, but he ignores me. I'm not sure I'll be able to get off, honestly, but he seems pretty enthusiastic, so I lay back and let him go. I feel a little weirded out right now. I just swallowed a bunch of sperm. It's still coating my mouth. It has a sort of chemical aftertaste, like some kind of cleaning liquid. Or like when you don't swallow a pill fast enough and it starts to dissolve on your tongue. But now Matthew's doing that thing again where he goes up and down on my dick with his fist in front of his mouth. I like that. I thought my horniness had gone away, but it's still there, and it's kindling up quickly. God, this kid's like a human vacuum cleaner. I'm still thinking about how he came in my mouth. I sucked his cock until he came. Until it throbbed, shooting jets of cum into me. Into my mouth. And I swallowed it. I swallowed every bit, and I kept sucking and swallowing even as it was pulsing and throbbing between my lips, shooting into my throat. I can still taste it. It's still coating my mouth. His cum. His sperm. Matthew's sperm. It's inside me right now. I'm breathing faster, and my legs are moving. My body is stiffening, just like Matthew's had stiffened when he came. When I made him orgasm. In my mouth. When I was sucking on his hot, thick... oh yeah, oh fuck I'm gonna cum in his mouth, just like he came in mine, oh, oh- I'm cumming! Fuck I'm cumming so hard and Matthew's sucking me like fucking crazy and oh fuck it feels so good, Jesus Christ, oh Matthew keep sucking it, fuck I love your mouth, oh god. I'm breathing again and Matthew's slowing down, he's being gentle, oh he's so good he's slowing down while I'm coming down, oh that's perfect, the last couple pulses he's just holding it in his mouth. Oh. Wow. Goddamn. "Goddamn." Matthew sits up. "Good?" he says with a smile. "Yeah." I'm catching my breath. We're laying on the floor, naked. I'm half on his sleeping bag. The zipper is digging into my side. I hadn't even noticed. "Where's... my underwear?" Matthew says, looking around. I have no idea. I don't even remember him taking them off. I spot mine, and I reach over and grab them and pull them on, and when I turn Matthew's doing the same so he must have found his. I get into my sleeping bag, and he gets into his, and we're not saying anything. That was... intense. I'd been hoping something would happen tonight, I'd been fantasizing about it for days, but I wasn't expecting anything like that. I want to get a drink of water, but if I do Matthew will ask where I'm going and I just want to lie here and fall asleep. I get comfortable and try to drift off so I can think about all this tomorrow, but I can't. My thoughts are kind of chasing each other. Did we just have sex? We did, didn't we. I mean we messed around that other time and Matthew got me off, but this time we were completely naked and sucking and licking and... we came in each other's mouths. Matthew unloaded his sperm into my mouth, and I swallowed it. Had I just lost my virginity? Does this count? Am I officially gay? I can't sleep. I feel like an hour has gone by. I look at the clock. It's one in the morning. I think an hour HAS gone by. I can hear Matthew breathing deeply in his sleeping bag. He always falls asleep so quickly and easily. Is he going to tell someone what happened? Stop it! Jesus, who cares! Okay, we got each other off. Big fucking deal. It doesn't have to mean anything. It doesn't mean I'm gay, it doesn't mean we're in love, it doesn't mean anything! It felt good, right? I liked it. So what. And he liked it. He was hard as a rock every time I touched it. He even came first. He was totally a part of it. It's not like I forced him. He's not going to tell anyone. He's still my best friend. This is just between me and him, and it felt good, and we both liked it, and that's all. So stop beating yourself up and go to fucking sleep! I look at the clock. One-fifteen...