“You’re a lifesaver, Tim!” my friend Peter cried as he strode up to my car pulling two large suitcases.
Peter and I were both in our late twenties and had known each other since college. He was already a vice president at a major financial institution, but he was still a little bit irresponsible bordering on careless when it came to his personal life. Hence, him calling me for a lift from the airport because he didn’t realize Uber and Lyft drivers had months ago announced a strike on this very night.
“Well, you’re alive, at least,” I chimed in, hopping out into the cold autumn night air to help him stow his luggage. “I still can’t get over you getting a month-long business trip in London, you lucky bastard.”
“Oh, the company got its money’s worth out of me,” he sighed, walking back to the passenger’s side door. “Just get me to my front door and let me crash.”
I laughed as we hopped in and clicked our seat belts, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling out of the pick up lane.
“How have classes been? Are the brats still whining about everything like when we were freshmen?” Peter asked as he adjusted the radio.
“Of course. This one guy threw a fit after I deducted five points for him using the wrong form of ‘its’.”
“Please tell me he’s a science major.”
“English. He wants to get a doctorate in Victorian lit, actually.”
Peter winced, but his face changed immediately when a Britney Spears song came on. I knew better than to interrupt the music, so I didn’t get a chance to ask him about the boys of the UK or tell him about my three-weeks-and-counting-long sex drought.
It took about a quarter hour to reach his place, and by then he already looked like he was succumbing to Hypnos’ embrace. He started to get up, but I tut-tutted him and made a show of opening his door.
“Such a…”
“Gentleman is the word you’re looking for.”
“I know you much too well to believe that,” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing me as he stood up.
“Then what would you call me?”
“A naughty little slut.”
“That’s what you say to the man who just rescued you from the airport? Wow.”
“Yup,” Peter grinned.
This time I initiated the kiss, pulling away just as he was starting to melt into it. I hefted his suitcases out of the trunk and followed after him as he searched among his keys.
“Still got it!” he assured me as he held one up, inserting it into the lock. He swung the door open and pressed the nearby switch, illuminating the entryway.
“Well, I guess my part is complete,” I inferred, wheeling his luggage next to the shoe bench.
“Is it?” Peter asked.
“I dunno. You’re in charge.”
Peter pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue was deep in my mouth when I heard him shut the door and turn the lights off again. His hands unbuckled my belt and pulled my button-fly apart before my eyes could adjust.
“I thought you were tired.”
“Shut up and let me enjoy myself.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Were you hard the whole drive home?” Peter asked, the tiniest glint of moonlight reflecting off the whites of his eyes.
“Yeah,” I moaned as he freed my cock from my boxer briefs.
I felt his hot breath warming my PA before he changed his mind and lapped at my balls.
“You’ve got such a gorgeous cock, Tim.”
“You say that like you forgot.”
“How could I?” he asked earnestly, swallowing my right testicle.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I hissed.
“That’s it. I want to see a fountain of precum leaking out of your cock head.”
He continued to work on my sack until my dick had obeyed his command. He grinned up at me, pumping the foreskin back before tracing the perimeter of my glans with his tongue.
“You look so fucking hot sucking my cock, Pete.”
The monster straight up deepthroated my seven-and-a-half inches with no warning. I practically collapsed as he inhaled my member until his nose was buried in my trimmed pubes. The fucker didn’t even come up for air for a good half minute.
“I needed this,” he coughed once he’d pulled off.
“So I can expect a five star review?” I joked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
“Only a four-and-a-half. Your dick is too clean; it doesn’t have that nice ass, coconut oil, and cum flavor straight from another boy’s booty.”
“I can fix that,” I assured him. I pulled him up and tried to spin him around, but he stopped me.
“Wait, Tim. I just got off a six hour flight,” he laughed.
“Ah, gotcha,” I replied, trying my best to mask my disappointment.
“You know how much I love impaling myself on this fat, pierced cock,” he reassured me. “And I will, as soon as I’m ready.”
“I guess I can settle for an excellent blow job.”
“Who said anything about settling?” Peter winked, spinning me around. “You wanna get fucked, boy?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“I bet you hopped right in the shower and cleaned yourself out the moment I hung up.”
“Hole in one,” I answered as he guided me onto all fours on the bench. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled my jeans and underwear past my ankles to join them.
“That’s what I like about you, Tim. You’re a professional slut.”
I blushed, but only for a split second. My cock leapt up against my chest the instant I felt Peter’s breath on my hole.
“So smooth,” he cooed, flicking his tongue against it. We started a call and response: his tongue moving in reaction to my moans and vice versa.
“You like that?” he asked, pushing my sweater and t-shirt up so that I could remove them without interrupting the flow.
“You know I do.”
He instructed me to prise my cheeks apart, allowing him to insert his tongue deeper into my hole.
“Not fair,” he whined, delivering a sharp spank to each mound of flesh. “God gave you such an amazing cock and this fucking cock-milking bubble butt, too.”
“Nobody said life was fair,” I chuckled, earning myself another half dozen spanks.
Now it was my time to whine as he pulled away to remove his clothes, first kicking his shoes across the foyer and then making quick work of his dress shirt and slacks. True to form, he’d flown commando, and now his drooling six-inch prick was fully visible.
He pulled his own foreskin back and pressed the glans against my wet hole, seeing just how far he could go with only saliva and precum for lube. I tried to lock eyes with him, but I winced with each prod.
“You like that, Tim? Do you want it inside you?”
“I do,” I hissed. “But I need some lube.”
“I guess I can acquiesce to that demand. But next time you’d better come pre-lubed with cum,” Peter replied seductively. “You haven’t been getting fucked like you should, have you?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“It’s a good thing I came back when I did,” he tsked, reaching into one of the pockets of his checked bag. My cock jumped again when I saw him retrieve a bottle of BoyButter.
Peter showed more self-restraint that I would’ve, taking his time to work several lubed fingers into my hole as he jacked his slicked cock with his other hand. By the time he’d achieved the desired result I was practically howling for him to fuck me.
“Ready?”
“Please!”
I felt his head push past my outer ring, then my inner ring. In spite of his efforts, the previous three weeks’ inaction caused me a decent amount of irritation.
“Catch your breath, Tim,” Peter ordered, carding his hand through my hair.
“…I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned down and kissed me on the back of my neck, then resumed his push forward. When he had almost completely sheathed himself, I pushed myself back, catching him completely off guard.
“You little shit!” he laughed. “You almost made me cum.”
“You’re that close?”
“It was a long flight, okay?” he answered defensively. He spanked me hard when I shook my butt in response.
Normally I could count on Peter for self-control, but from the sound of his ragged breathing and the rhythm of his thrusts I knew this fuck was not destined to last. I decided to put him out of his misery and prove once again the “vers” in my online profiles’ “vers top” classification.
“Bad…boy,” he whined, trying to hold me in place with his hands.
“Gonna make you cum,” I replied, bouncing my bubble butt up and down on his cock.
“No…you…won’t.”
“C’mon, Pete…breed me!”
His whole body went rigid, then the convulsions started. He shook from the top of his head to the tips of his toes with each rope of hot cum he blasted into my hungry ass. His orgasm was so intense we made the bench move four inches away from the wall.
“Timmy, you naughty fucking slut,” he whispered as he collapsed onto me. “You absolute fucking cum dump.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He reached around and kissed me, but had to pull away as he was still struggling for air.
“I wanted to take it slow.”
“You can take it slow for round two.”
“What makes you think there’s going to be a round two?” Peter inquired, running his hands through my hair.
“Because I know you,” I chuckled.
“Oh? I dunno, I’m getting pretty tired and I don’t know if you’re welcome anymore.”
“So you don’t want to churn up your cum in my ass and seed me with a second load tonight?”
He didn’t even need to reply. I felt the first jolt of his next erection against the walls of my insides.
“I guess,” he said, trying to sound exasperated.
“But we’re fucking on your bed. I don’t know if this bench can withstand much more fucking.”
“If it breaks in the next year, you’re buying me a new one,” he warned, pushing himself up and startling both of us as his cock popped out of my ass. “Fuck, I really made a mess.”
“How bad?” I asked, pushing my butt back towards him.
He wiped his index finger up my crack and pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste the mixture of lube and his cum.
“Not bad at all.”
We both laughed as I worked my way up to my feet with his assistance. He kissed me hard, grinned, and then slid across the hardwood floors toward the stairs in his rainbow socks. I chased after him, nearly managing to catch him before he’d flopped on his king size bed.
“It’s going to be a minute.”
“You’ve got exactly one,” I warned, straddling him at just the right distance that he could only lick the tip of my glans if he leaned forward. I pinched one of his nipples and cupped his smooth balls as he struggled to taste more of my still hard cock.
“Bastard. Gimme that cock!”
I inched forward, allowing him to swallow just the head. He shot me a dirty look but dutifully sucked what I’d given him.
“More.”
“‘More’, what?”
“More right now, goddamnit!”
I shook my head and pulled back, pushing my cheeks against his half mast cock. He struggled to thrust against me, but all the leg muscle I’d gained from swimming, volleyball, and soccer kept him locked in place.
“You fucker.”
“You love it.”
Unfortunately for me, Peter had been on the wrestling team all through high school. The second I looked back to assess the state of his cock, he tossed me up and onto my back.
“Wait.”
“Fuck waiting,” Peter growled irritably. “You’re getting fucked hard and fast, and this time I’m not letting you get away without emptying your balls.”
I moaned as he followed through with his promise, sliding his cock back into my cum-sloppy hole. He leaned down and kissed me hard when I tried to say something.
“You should be getting fucked like this all the goddamn time,” Peter continued, leaning back.
I lifted my head up to say something, but all I saw was him taking my cock…in his mouth. He was sucking my cock while he fucked my cum-filled ass.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I went limp.
The next five minutes were pleasure overload. I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, much less verbalize them. My muscles, which only moments before had served me, became utterly compliant to Peter’s wishes.
“Mmmmf.”
I was vaguely aware of a slurping noise as Peter simultaneously deepthroated me and buried his cock against my prostate.
It was too much.
I spurted stream after stream of cum down Peter’s throat as my ass clamped down on his cock. Not even the lake of cum inside me could provide enough lubrication to keep him in motion, although he struggled to keep thrusting.
“Unnnnhh!”
His second orgasm was even more intense than his first, and I could’ve sworn he didn’t stop unloading in me for a solid minute. Once he’d finally stopped, he collapsed onto me, snaking his arms around my back.
“Welcome home,” I chuckled, kissing his neck.
“I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” he whispered, cuddling against me. “Let’s sleep in late, fuck, have some breakfast, fuck some more, watch a movie…”
He’d fallen asleep. He’d fallen asleep, and the bastard was still inside me.
—————
I heard the pad of footsteps just as I finished plating the first batch of pancakes. Looking up from the stove top, I caught sight of a naked Peter glancing back at me with heavily lidded eyes.
“The bed got cold without you,” he muttered, annoyed. “But I guess since you made food I can forgive you.”
I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked behind me, taking me in his arms. I wasn’t wearing anything but an apron, and I could already feel his cock stirring against my butt.
“Y’know, I completely forgot to tell you something last night.”
“What’s that?” I inquired, squeezing a dollop of syrup onto each stack of pancakes.
“I forgot to pack my meds with me when I went overseas. It’s been a full month since I’ve had a dose.”
I froze up.
“You’re on PrEP, idiot,” he laughed, lightly slapping the back of my head. “I just figured I should let you know in case some eager young twink wants to slide his bare cock into your ass while it’s still full of my unmedicated cum.”
“Pete, I went off PrEP three months ago.”
“…what?”
He pulled away and started to pace back and forth behind me.
“Fuck, why?”
“I’ve only been having sex with undetectable guys, and not that much. I just figured I didn’t need it.”
“Fuck, Tim. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered. “We still have time. We can get you PEP, and…”
I felt like I was able to pass out, but then I looked down and saw something incredible: my cock was completely erect, making a tent with Peter’s apron.
“Tim, I’m so…if I’d known…”
“Pete, wait.”
I turned around and pulled the apron to the side so he could see my cock. It was already leaking precum.
Peter’s face rapidly changed from bewilderment to concern to…arousal.
“What are you trying to tell me, Tim?”
“You already know,” I replied, looking at Peter’s rapidly hardening cock.
“Then I guess,” he started, spinning me back around and leaning me against the kitchen counter, “we’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us.”
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