A gay story: Adventures with Mike Pt. 03 Another morning came after an interesting night. As I laid in bed with the sun poking through the blinds, I noticed I had slept again naked, exhausted from the experience from the prior evening. Not nearly as tired and hungover though as last time, considering we didn’t stay up nearly as late thanks to an earlier start. As my mind started to relive parts of last night, I noticed a ration between my legs. Before I knew it my head was swimming. I moved one hand down my body and slowly gripped my rapidly growing penis.
Little by little I started running my hand up and down my shaft as before no time, I was hard as ever, the vision of Mike and I naked on the couch together, stroking our cocks while watching a guy on the TV stroking his own. As I continued my pace, my hand sliding up and down the skin of my hardness, I threw back my sheets to give some space for my cock to stand straight up. As I continued to visualize the night progressing, I didn’t even hear the footsteps up the stairs. I guess I made enough noise to make it obvious I was awake, but not enough to give a clue what was going on in my bed.
Suddenly Mike walked into the open doorway of my room and gasped as he saw something he certainly was not expecting; his friend laying completely naked in bed, the covers only covering from the shin down, with cock in hand, masturbating ravenously. I may have been lost in my thoughts, but not so lost as to not hear Mike’s gasp.
I snapped to, saw him and panicked. “Oh shit” I shouted as I grabbed my sheets and covered myself up. “I didn’t know you were still here”.
“Didn’t get enough?” Mike joked. “Just wanted to say I’m heading out, I heard you were awake, sorry to disturb.” Mike seemed very shy at his remarks, maybe not as thrilled to recall the previous night as I was. “See you later” Mike said as he started to turn to walk away.
“Nah my bad, see ya later, let me know if you want to go hit up Morties sometime. Holiday weekend ya know!”. I tried to act as normal as I could to try and avoid any awkwardness.
“Oh yea forgot about that! I’ll let ya know” Mike said in a little more peppy tone as he headed out the front door.
After hearing the door slam shut I threw back the sheets again and got back to work, my cock hadn’t gone down a bit. I picked up right where I left off, and got back to my mind drifting. I started moaning and squirming the further I progressed through my recollection of the night. Then I got to the finale. As I pictured and remembered every bit of it, I could nearly feel Mike’s cock against my tongue, almost taste the drips of cum that started gushing into my mouth. The more I thought of it, replaying it in my mind, the closer I got myself. I had only felt two rushes of Mike’s cum blast into my mouth, and the second one only halfway, but I kept repeating that little part over and over until I couldn’t hold back further.
I nearly screamed as a blast of thick white cream rushed out of my cock, splashing against my belly. My hips thrusting with each extra pulse of juices flowing out of the slit in the tip of my throbbing cock. As I finally collapsed back and released my grip, I realized how much I had wished I never pulled his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to feel and taste more of what Mike’s penis had been squirting out. Even more, I was excited that Mike seemed to get into it himself. Perhaps we would have more fun in the future.
I got up and went over to shower and wash the cum off me, washing my still fairly firm cock as I heard my phone buzz. After I had showered I got out and checked. It was Mike.
‘I threw your clothes in the washing machine, a beer can fell on them’ he texted
That sort of caught me by surprise. It was sort of like Mike wanted to acknowledge what had happened, but not directly. That was a relief. Last time I had to wonder for a while how he would react, but was happy to hear he wasn’t entirely pretending it didn’t happen like I thought he was last time.
“Cool thanks, appreciate that!” I texted back
I sent back a simple little reply, not wanting to push anything. I went about my day as normal and had a nice easy day, including a fairly calm and simple evening. While laying on my couch, I popped on a movie and started messing around on my phone, playing games, checking social media, the usual. Then figured that was a nice easy Sunday, but we did have a holiday the next day. Actually, we had two days of vacation coming up. Tuesday was a holiday but everyone basically just took off on the Monday as well, and half the companies were closed anyway.
“Anyone up for anything tomorrow?” I texted into the group chat, 6 of us in there, of course one being Mike. A few responses back and forth about “maybe” and a few “Oh I have plans”.
“Is your neighborhood pool an option?” Anthony replied, and that was actually a good idea.
“Yea, pool party? Anyone else want in?”
I replied to see if anyone would join in. Mike was quick to jump in and say he was in too. So it looked like it would be the three of us, and a typical “Maybe” out of Scott. That was pretty standard for him, very non-committal.
The morning came and as expected, Scott bowed out. We had planned to meet at noon at the pool, it was right at the entrance to my neighborhood. Of course, I was right on time and got a spot with a few chairs and threw down a cooler and laid down to await some friends. Mike and Anthony showed up and after some banter we had cracked some beers and were hanging out in the sun, shirts off, in our swim shorts. As the day started to roll on some, around 2pm, Anthony grabbed his phone after a series of texts. “Dammit” he shouted “I gotta go, damn kids”. Anthony was a manager at a small sporting goods store, which was actually awesome because we got discounts on golf balls and equipment. However, it meant that he wasn’t always the most flexible. “Called out sick, I know that asshole is probably doing exactly the same thing we are doing too.”
“That’s what sucks about getting paid more, your problem now buddy!” Mike shouted sarcastically.
“Guess better now than a couple hours from now when you’d have been another half dozen cans deep!” I joked, though I did sort of wonder what he would have done had that been the case.
“Yea yea, enjoy your fun in the sun gay boys” Anthony annoyingly said back to us as he grabbed his belongings to head out. That comment, though, was just bad timing. It may have been a fun little joke in the past, but there was a little hint of truth in that statement based on how the night played out just two days ago. Mike and I both just chuckled and gave him the finger and brushed it off. I couldn’t tell if Mike had not noticed that comment or if he was just playing it cool.
A little more time passed and clouds started to roll in and the skies started to get a bit grey, and with haste. With hardly any warning, the breeze picked up and Mike and I looked at each other and both had the same thought. ‘Rain’.
“We better pack and and get outta here before it pours” Mike said.
“Yea definitely” I quickly agreed as I started to gather everything up.
“Did you walk?” Mike asked, as he knew I lived fairly close by.
“Yea, can I grab a ride so I don’t get caught?”
“Yea dude of course!” Mike was always a considerate guy, and I actually hadn’t even thought to ask, as I would normally just walk home as it was only about a 7 minute walk.
We hurried to Mike’s car, loaded it up and drove back to my place. We hurried to get everything out as the wind picked up and the rain started to come down. In seconds we were soaked. It was only about a 25 foot distance from the car to the dor but it was long enough.
We got in my house and slammed the door behind.
“It’s freezing!” Mike shouted. And it was. The air conditioning was on since it was a hot day, but the wetness of the rain made it feel very cold. I ran over and turned the unit off to at least stop the flow of the air from the vents.
“I’ll grab some towels” I shouted as I ran upstairs to my closet to grab a pair of towels and came back down, throwing one at Mike before I made it down the steps. “Drying off should help”.
The wind was howling and we stood there shivering a bit as we toweled off in our wet swim shorts. “This sucks, it was a nice day and it was actually turning into a damn good party at that pool” I commented. And it was; the community pool often spares no expense for holidays and they had the speaker blasting some pop, dance and rock music, and as the area had filled in and everyone had started drinking, it was starting to get more of a party scene than a community pool.
“Yea was starting to have some fun too, damn rain. Can I grab a beer?” Mike asked as if I would say no, and knowing I wouldn’t was the reason he was already halfway into the fridge. “Not many left huh?” Mike commented on the few cans in the fridge.
“Because they’re in the cooler, dumbass!” I shouted back, knowing that I had packed a cooler for the pool and nearly emptied my fridge. “Shit! Still in the car. Better stop raining soon, only a few in the fridge!”
I walked into the kitchen and Mike was leaning against the counter, sipping a beer, towel draped around his skin trying to keep warm as he dried up. I had my towel around me similarly, covering over my shoulders and down my bare chest. I grabbed my own beer, cracked it, and laughed “Every damn long weekend it rains, what a tease of a summer holiday.” And it was true. It seemed like every time there was a holiday weekend, there was rain to shorten it as if we had a day of work.
“I woulda brought a change of clothing if I knew this, im soaked” Mike commented. “Can I throw them in the dryer?” Mike tugged at his soaking swim shorts as he made that comment, and then it dawned on me ‘Then what would you wear?’ but instead of asking that question, I decided to let him sort that out.
“Sure, go for it” I walked over, just around the corner of the kitchen to the washroom and popped open the dryer. Mike followed and then wrapped his towel around his waste, and then from underneath, pulled down his swim shorts, keeping himself well covered with the towel. He then tossed them in and at a pause I decided that’s actually a damn good idea, I was soaking wet too. So, I followed suit and threw mine in as well, towel wrapped around like Mike had with his.
We went and turned on a baseball game, the only thing on this time of year, and headed back to the kitchen to hang out, the game just in the background. As we walked by, Mike noticed my computer was still downstairs and hooked up to the TV from Saturday. “Left it down here all weekend?” he joked “Lazy”. A subtle acknowledgement of Saturday. Maybe Mike was more comfortable with it than I thought he was.
“Don’t see you lifting a finger to help put it back, a lot of wires and stuff ya know!” I laughed as I poked some fun, “Gonna start charging you rent if you’re gonna hang around here and not help out!”.
“Now now, let’s not get crazy here!” Mike protested.
We chatted about nonsense like we had been at the pool before the rain for a while, in between the battering of rain and wind against the windows. The rain seemed to lighten some, and given we had only 1 can left in the fridge, I volunteered to go get the cooler. As quickly as I could run in my towel, I ran out, grabbed the cooler and got back in before the rain picked up again. The cooler was wet, and it was leaking through some. Luckily, I had a porch in the back of the house that had a roof and screens around it. It was actually a really nice place to hang out since it was far enough from the road that with the screens, you got to see out, but no one can really see in, so it was nice and private, despite being backed up to the road.
I dragged the cooler outside on the porch as Mike followed to ‘assist’ me. As I dropped the cooler outside we grabbed a few cans and ran back in to restock the fridge and resumed our positions in the kitchen, leaned against opposite counters chatting more nonsense. After a bit, we had a pause.
Then, as we stood there with nothing but a towel wrapped around each of us, Mike broke the silence with a surprising comment, “It got a little weird I guess last time we were here huh?”
I wasn’t sure how to exactly comment back, but considering how he was hanging out with me again just two days later, he couldn’t be regretting too much, right? “Little fun never hurts anyone, right?” I said casually, saying it in a way that would give him confidence that at least I didn’t regret.
“I guess not.” was all Mike said.
“It was fun for you too, right?” I asked back, making sure he knew it sure was for me, and followed up with a little joke, “Hope I didn’t hog all the fun!” I laughed a bit as I said this.
“Well yea, but just don’t want you to think different of me because of it.”
I was a little perplexed at the comment “Of course not. Do you think differently of me?”
Mike the looked at me, took a sip of his drink and said “I’m not gay, like, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me thinking I am after what happened.”
I was kind of shocked by that comment. “Why would I think you were gay after what happened? If anything, wouldn’t it be the other way around?”
“Of course I know you’re not gay man, but I’m the one that had my dick in a guy’s mouth.” Mike blurted out suddenly as he looked away, as if he was feeling like he did something wrong. I started laughing and Mike looked back “What? You don’t think I’m gay for that?”.
“Mike, I was sucking your cock and had your cum in my mouth, how in the world is that LESS gay!” I struck back at his comment pretty aggressively, and it seemed effective as Mike relaxed quickly.
“Didn’t really think of it like that I guess!” Mike said. “Ok, I feel better then!” Mike relaxed back a bit more and took another sip, leaned back on the counter, looking relieved, as if some huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.
I snickered “We at least we cleared that up huh? No one here is gay, was just a little fun!” as I took a big gulp from my can. “Is that why you were so secretive about wrapping your towel around as you took your swimsuit off earlier?” I said laughing, now thinking that was exactly the reason.
“MAYBE!” Mike said loudly in a laughing manner. “You did it too!”
“Hey I was just following you lead, you damn sure know I don’t care if you see me naked, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable seeing as you were so private about it!” I laughed more, as we were now joking about the events back and forth very lightheartedly. I think it caught us both off guard how casual we were on this topic now that we cleared that air that we were both nervous about how the other person perceived the events, and not actually being nervous about having had the experiences we had the other night.
“Blaming me for being shy huh? Good one Chris.” Mike fired back, “Whatever makes you feel better.” Mike seemed to be poking fun at me for being shy about changing, but in all honestly, I figured he was uncomfortable about the other night so tried to be as private as he was.
“Yea yea” I said as Mike shook his head at me. Then, with absolutely zero sexual motive, I pulled off my towel and threw it on the ground, revealing my soft penis, resting right against my balls between my legs, now standing completely naked in the kitchen. “Not shy at all, was just following your lead!”
Mike and I laughed a moment and then Mike took my lead this time “Fuck it!” and pulled his towel off to reveal his own limp dick hanging between his legs. “I aint shy either, I was doing it to keep you from being uncomfortable!”
We laughed a bit and just hung out, completely naked, chatting as usual, with absolutely zero sexual thought in either of our minds. Thinking back, it was a strange experience to be so casually naked with each other. Then Mike made a comment I wasn’t really expecting “Vodka rum or tequila? Guess the whole rules thing isn’t really needed anymore!” Seems he was completely warmed up to all that had occurred between us and was now in the mindset of just hanging out and ‘fun is fun’.
I laughed, “Tequila, that’s your favorite!” and with that Mike poured up two small glasses of tequila and handed me one. “Cheers!” We both said as we downed it. We then stood back and kept chatting a bit until I decided to change the pace a little. “Glad you’re ok with the other night, I was afraid it got too much for you and we’d never hang out again!”
“Well to be honest when I woke up I was kinda freaked out!” Mike took another sip and continued on, “and then I went up stairs and saw you back at it laying in bed and it kinda made me less freaked out, like, it reminded me of that night a bit again, and when I was driving home I was like ‘huh, that was kinda fun I guess'”.
“Kinda fun? I was a blast!” I was happy to hear his comment and then realized what I just said “Pun intended!” and with that we both started laughing for a bit. “It was really fun though, you have a great cock!” I said casually.
“Thanks! Guess we should just keep this stuff between us then!” Mike said pretty seriously all of a sudden.
“Well of course, don’t want to be going around ‘Hey guys, I sucked Mike’s dick last week, and he grabbed mine!’ like we won the lottery or something! It stays between you and me, of course!” I gave Mike the reassurance, and I saw him visibly relax.
“Good, I mean I guess it’s too late for that disclaimer anyway, but now I won’t be thinking about that anymore. To be honest,” Mike continued with his thoughts, now more relaxed, “I’ve watched a video or two of a guy playing with himself in the past and it made me feel weird, like, why would I enjoy that. Made me think what it would be like to actually see another guy naked, so kinda satisfied some curiosity!”
“Well, if we are being honest then” I replied back, “I had been curious what it would be like to suck a guy off, so my curiosity was satisfied a bit too, so looks like it worked out for both of us.”
We stood there, naked, and still soft, casually talking about a topic we had both kept private and had never dared discuss with anyone else. Then Mike broke the brief silence, “I almost admitted to watching guys jerk off once or twice to you because I thought something was wrong with me but was just too embarrassed. Who’d have thought it woulda worked out like this!” he laughed.
“No kidding! Woulda been pretty brave of you to come forward like that, not so sure I ever once even considered telling ANYONE that I had a fantasy about tasting dick” I remarked sarcastically.
“Yea can’t be saying that! And you liked it?” Mike said curiously.
“A lot” I said as I noticed a twinge of feeling between my legs as the softness began to firm up a little. “Even more than I expected.”
“Well glad you enjoyed, it felt really good.” We paused a moment and then Mike continued “You were good for never having done it before.”
I smirked a small chuckle as I thought to myself how it may have been the first guy I’ve sucked, but I had a dildo in my closet I’ve had plenty of practice with. I guess Mike caught on that something was up.
“What? Wasn’t it the first time you’ve blown someone?” Mike said, taking a casual sip of beer, as if we were talking sports.
“Yea, it was.” is all I replied
“…but???” Mike insinuated I had more to say, “Spill it dude! Obviously we are in a no judgment zone here”
“Alright” I took a deep breath and confessed, “I have a dildo I’ve practiced with before” I admitted.
“Oh shit! Seriously?” Mike said back, surprised by my answer, “you own a dildo?”
“Yea” I said as my penis continued to harden, now getting turned on by the talk. I could see that Mike’s had grown slightly too, but still 90% limp, dangling between his legs. There was a pause, as I could see Mike thinking and processing.
After a moment, Mike broke another brief silence, “Can I see it? Or is that weird.”
“Sure, I have it upstairs, I’ll go grab it.” And with that I set my can down and ran up stairs, returning with a small black bag and walked back into the kitchen. Mike stood there, two shots ready to be drank, handing me one in my free hand.
“Figured this was needed for this!” Mike said as we drank them. “Let’s see!” He insisted.
I then opened the bag and pulled it out. A realistic looking dildo, with a soft texture, about 8 inches long, though that included the base, so closer to 6-6 and a half inches. It as actually a similar size to myself. I stood a moment holding it as my cock began to stiffen more, setting the bad down on the counter.
“Woah” Mike said in a near jaw dropping manner. “No wonder you got so good, it looks like the real deal.”
“Feels it too” as I extended my arm for Mike to touch. He reached out with his right hand, grasping the tip and part of the top of the shaft in his hand to give it a little rub, testing the texture.
“Holy shit it does” he said, pulling his arm back. With that I could see Mike starting to grow a bit himself. No longer shy of being naked around me, or of sexual topics with me, it seemed he was no longer shy about getting hard like the previous ‘meetings’. “And you practiced sucking that?”
“Yea, helped fulfill that fantasy some, though yours was better” I laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. By now, I was fully erect, my penis standing straight out, pointing at Mike as if to signal he should do the same. His was now firm, but still hanging down some.
“Well since talking about your dildo apparently got you hard, lets see it in action!” Mike surprised me at this request, but not in a bad way.
“Really? You want to watch me suck it?” I said sort of puzzled, as Mike nodded, “Ok, you’re the boss” I responded to his nod as I raised the dildo up, opened my mouth wide and slowly pushed the tip of it into my mouth, sliding the top of the shaft in as my lips surrounded the plastic penis. Feeling it against my tongue flashed me back to not only Mike’s cock the other night, but all the times I enjoyed this exact experience by myself, now turned on to share that experience with someone else. I continued sliding it in and out a bit before removing it with a popping sound of sucking and placed it on the counter. “There!” I said proudly.
Mike stood in awe “Wow, you really are good at that” and then there was a pause.
Then I broke the silence this time “May I?” I said, eyeing his half erect penis.
Mike nervously, but excitedly, said “Hell yea” back and nothing else.
I slowly moved over, closer to Mike, now much closer, so close I hardly had to reach to get a feel of his cock with my left hand, as I raised it from it’s slumped position. In fact, I was now so close, that as I raised it, the tip of his penis bumped my own out of the way. WIth no words, I looked down and slowly lowered myself down to one knee, and then both, holding his cock in front of my face. I looked up at him, as he looked down on me, as I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and licked the very tip of his tip, feeling the small slit that had previously unleashed semen right into my mouth.
My eyes focused back down to his mid section as I began to swallow more and more of his dick, that was starting to stiffen more and more, feeling it grow and put against my tongue and cheek as I started to explore ever bit of flesh with my mouth. My saliva proving a nice glide as I started to pull my head back, looking back up to see where Mike’s view was. It turned me on to see he was looking down at me, seeing what was happening. It meant he wasn’t afraid of the repercussions anymore, but rather wanting to enjoy the experience. I started to push his cock back into my mouth, my lips surrounding it, now bobbing my head back and forth, watching him watching me, as I felt his cock sliding across my tongue over and over. It was now as hard as it ever was, and Mike let loose a few moans in pleasure. As amazing as it tasted on my tongue, and as good as it felt in my mouth, I decided this needed to end. Not because I wanted it to, nor because Mike wanted it to, but because I wasn’t ready for either of us to cum, and if this continued we probably both would. It was early, not yet 5pm, and there was plenty more fun to be had.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth, stood up, and returned to my side of the kitchen, releasing my right hand from my own cock as I took a sip.
“Holy shit that felt good” Mike said.
“I know, feels really good feeling it and tasting it” I replied back in pleasure, happy we were both enjoying the experience.
“It’s that good huh?” Mike said curiously, looking confused as to why I would enjoy it so much.
“Yea, can’t explain it, it just gets me so turned on”. I then paused a moment, noticing Mike staring at my hardness. “Do you want to try?” I said softly.
“I kinda do, seeing how much you like it. I never even had a thought of ever doing it, but you’ve got me curious. I can?” Mike seemed more curious than anything, and I nodded as he did to me, and leaned back. Mike approached me, his cock as hard as mine, stopping much shorter than I had, and following my suit, he kneeled down, now his face inches from my rock hard dick, twitching at him in anticipation. I could see some nervousness in his look as he hesitantly opened his mouth and little my little inched his head closer until the very tip of my penis disappeared past his top lip.
Mike slowly moved forward, now the whole head in his mouth until a little of my shaft had entered past his lips as he closed his mouth around it. I could feel his tongue probing as he explored, his face contorting with the experience. I could feel his lips moving gently and very slowly, hardly moving further down or back, but more twisting as he explored, both hands at his side, looking very much like it was the first time he had anything like this in his mouth.
It felt amazing. Feeling the suction of his mouth, the feeling of his tongue moving around, it was amazing. Mike continued exploring my cock until he pulled back and stood back to his spot after a little. In all, he probably spent a minute or two on his knees with my penis in his mouth, but the experience felt much longer.
“Well?” I said.
“Weird, to be honest, Not bad, but I don’t think I enjoy it like you do!” Mike laughed a little, taking a sip, much more relaxed than you would think someone would be after sucking their first cock, but given our situation, it wasn’t the most surprising attitude I guess. Afterall, we’re now quite comfortable that ‘fun is fun’ and none of this matters or means anything other than two friends enjoying some feel-good fun. “Guess I prefer touching and looking at dick!” Mike declared his preferences.
“Always welcome to give it another try” I laughed “Or you can always borrow my friend here and test things out!” I laughed even louder as I stood the dildo up on its suction cup base and wiggled it around.
Mike laughed and took another sip, and then with a puzzled look “What’s with the bottom, is that a suction cup?”
“Yea, holds it in place, duh.” I said almost confused as to why he would ask.
“Why wouldn’t you just hold it, seems stupid..” Mike continued, confused.
“It’s a dildo, not always meant to be held!” I commented back, sarcastically.
Then the light went off in Mike’s head “Ohhh. Don’t they come without suction cups?”.
“Yea” I replied back and then there was a long pause. I think Mike was making the connection that it would stick in place, and that dildos are typically used by girls. I don’t think he made the immediate connection as to why I might want a suction cup until there was a pause after my simple ‘yea’, confirming if I wanted to, I could have gotten without a suction cup.
“Wait, does that mean?” Mike narrowed his gaze in my direction, putting two and two together “So, have you, yea know.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what Mike meant, but regardless, I assumed he knew exactly what I used it for, “Yea, I have.”
“Wow, didn’t expect that!” Mike joked. After a small pause he clarified “Wait are we talking about the same thing? Like, putting it, ya know.”
“In my butt?” I cleared things up fast with a straightforward reply. “Yea”
Mike stood in more shock with a small smile on his face “Damn, you do like cock!” He said in a relaxed manner, which relaxed me, knowing he didn’t think too much of it. “Feels good to you?”
“Feels really good yea” I said as I took a sip, more confident now.
“Cool, like it better than sucking it? No taste I guess!!” Mike laughed loudly at his little joke, and admittedly I did too.
“Yea feels even better, once you get adjusted to having it in there.” I said as I poured more shots “Think that admission calls for liquor”. We swallowed the liquor and then Mike started quizzing more questions.
“Does it fit? It looks so big, seems like it would hurt. Lube I guess?” Mike seemed very curious, more curious about logistics than the act.
“Oh yea, lube it up and ease it in, once it gets all the way in it’s incredible, then the suction cup can take over” I laughed. “Lots of lube though!”
“I guess you have lots then?” Mike poured another shot for us and handed it to me.
“Yea, is this shot your way of saying ‘let’s see’?” I prodded, now getting even hornier thinking Mike wanted to see the dildo in action.
“Maybe, too much?” Mike admitted his curiosity.
“Not for me, I do it all the time, you’re the one that wants to see a dildo in my ass!” I joked back as I set my can down and excitedly ran back up stairs to grab a bottle of lube. In no time I was back and leaned back across Mike, our dicks pointing at one another. I propped up my dildo and set the lube right next to it, a fairly large bottle with a pump.
“Damn, that is a lot!” Mike remarked. We both laughed and now thinking back, it seemed as if we were talking about anything from sports to work, just as casually, but here we were, naked and getting more and more sexual as time passed. “So let’s see how this works.”
I turned a bit to prepare my dildo, pumping a little lube into my hand and then rubbing it over the top of the dildo, slickening it up. Luckily, I was right by the sink so was able to wash my hand off entirely and left the now very slick fake penis standing to attention. Then it was time to prep me. I pumped some lube onto the tips of two of my fingers, my index and middle, and reached behind myself, using my other hand to pull my left butt cheek back some as I pushed the cold lube against the outside of my hole. Of course, given the angle, Mike couldn’t actually see anything but he knew what was happening.
“Seems you have a system!” Mike joked as I continued to add a little more lube to the area.
“Yea, lots of practice! Ready for action? Last chance to turn back!” I laughed as I said it, nervously. I’d never even considered showing anyone myself in this manner. Part of me started to think this wasn’t a good idea, but the other part, the part that wanted to have fun, pushed harder and won the brief battle in my head.
“Go for it!” Mike shouted back loudly, as if to confirm convincingly.
I turned around, my back to Mike, and leaned over the counter, spreading my legs, and grabbing the dildo with my right hand. I positioned myself as best I could for him to see and then used my left hand to spread my left cheek away to give not only a good view, but a good path for the dildo too. At that, I heard a gasp of ‘woah’ from Mike. “What?” I said.
“Never seen a guys butt hole before, looks just like a girl’s, really pink.” Mike said as I turned my head to see him examining it.
“An asshole is an asshole I guess” I said back as I started to move the dildo around and into position, gently pushing the tip against the puckered and fully closed hole that Mike had been fixating on. A gentle push separated it enough that the first half of the tip pushed in, little at a time. It was a little painful. Actually, it always was to start. I pushed a little more until the widest part of the dildo was now just past the outside skin of my hole, tightly sealed around it. I paused as my body adjusted. Then when it felt right, I pushed in deeper.
I looked back and Mike was just standing there, sipping his beer, watching the events unfold as I slid it deeper and deeper into me, feeling the entire length of the dildo squeezing into me. The pain was quickly turning to pleasure as I got to the point that the entire thing was now inside of me. “See? Fits fine” I said.
“Yea no kidding, and it doesn’t hurt?” Mike questioned, and I wasn’t sure if he was turned on, disgusted, or just indifferently curious.
“It did when I paused for a moment, but once it gets all the way in, it feels good.” I slowly moved it around, not very much in and out, but just wiggled it a bit as if to prove my point. Then I pulled it about half way out and pushed it back in with a very slight moan that Mike picked up on.
“Guess it does feel good!” Mike said back. “Does it go back in easier now?” Another curious question from Mike, “Like when I watch a girl taking it in the butt it seems to!” Mike was now basically using this as a teaching exercise to porn he’s watched it seemed, and I was happy to be the teacher.
Without words, I pulled it all the way out, my hole tightening back up, and then pushed it right back in, much easier and smoother, and without delay this time, as a sense of pleasure ran down my body. I repeated twice more, with a soft moan or two. “Uh huh” I said in assurance to the demo I had given.
“Nice, thanks for showing me, looks like you didn’t mind!” Mike said back and with that he started to pour up another set of shots.
I pulled it back out of my, placed it on the counter and turned around, as if not to get too caught up in my own fun. “Yea that’s an understatement!” I rebutted back.
We downed the tequila and, beginning to get overly turned on, I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around my cock and start to slowly stroke it, looking down at it as I did, eventually looking up to see Mike give me a smirk as he reached for his own. We stood there a little masturbating, until I said one small word that we both got excited for: “Couch?”.
We both headed to sit down on the same love seat as last time, in the same spot, and proceeded to continue jerking off, now sitting next to each other, watching each other. It wasn’t long before I decided to reach for Mike’s cock and wrapped my hand around it and grabbed hold, pushing his hand away, now with a cock in each hand. Mike relaxed back and after a few reached over with his hand. I pulled my hand off my own, hard as a rock, and felt the palm of his hand pushing against the skin of my shaft until he gripped it and started rubbing it. We continued in pleasure for a few minutes.
Then, I leaned over without words and slid my mouth over his cock, my tongue swirling around his tip, as my hand let loose. I only slightly moved it in and out of my mouth, more concentrating on my tongue doing the work as my lips maintained a seal around the halfway point of his shaft. With a suction noise, I pulled my head back and returned to my sitting position, again, as to not get him too close, as the enjoyment of what was happening was so incredible that I didn’t want it to end, and I knew making him cum would.
We continued jerking eachother off, swapping hands between each other’s cocks and our own for a little longer. Then Mike finally broke the silence with a curious question. “So, you never really explained the whole suction cup thing.” Mike was right, the topic of the suction cup lead to the dildo, but I had just used it by hand, essentially proving his point that it was unnecessary. Of course, I knew it wasn’t.
“For hands free action, how else would it work?” I said, slightly confused by his question. “Stick it to something and have fun.”
“Like, riding it?” Mike sounded excitedly curious “Let’s see! Where can you use it?” He remarked.
Then I looked right in front of us at the glass coffee table in the middle of my room, the same place we had set the keyboard and mouse in the past. “On that” I said pointing with my head. Knowing there were no longer any boundaries at all, I stood up at those words and casually walked into the kitchen, grabbed a few paper towels along with the bottle of lube and my dildo and returned. “Actually it’s my favorite way to use it!” I exclaimed as I began to prep again, first sticking the suction cup onto the table. It was an oval table, with the narrow side facing the love seat, the wide side facing the larger couch that had formed an L with the love seat. As such, I positioned the dildo near the edge of the narrow tip of the oval table, a perfect placement to use it.
I positioned it with the balls of the fake penis toward Mike and coated it with lube again. I placed a little more on the outside of my hole as before, knowing there was still lube on the inside and some still on the edges, so didn’t need as much as the first time. With that, I sood then between Mike and the table and gently began to lower my body, reaching with one hand to grip the base of the dildo as I guided it into my hole, as I sat down on it. Then I sat completely onto the table, the dildo having disappeared into me, my balls sitting just above the fake balls stuck to the table. “See? Easy to use now” I said as I started to wiggle my body around on it, feeling the entire 6 and a half inches filling me up.
Mike watched, still stroking his cock as I wiggled around in front of him. I then leaned back some, placed my hands behind me on the table, spreading my legs some to give a better view. Mike could now see the very bottom of the shaft of the dildo, probably only a centimeter or two, between the balls and the stretched skin of my hole. I started slowly lifting my hips up and down, moving the dildo only an inch, at most, in and out of me as I softly moaned once or twice at the feel.
“Ride it” Mike said as he started to pick up the pace of his stroking. I leaned forward some and placed my hands on his knees to brace, as I started to lean up, and back down, pulling at least half of the dildo out of me and back down on it, looking at him as I did it, breathing heavier. I looked down at his cock, not far from me, watching him stroking it as he watched me sitting on my dildo. I leaned down and swallowed it. I started pumping my head up and down to the rhythm of my hips as I pushed his cock in and out of my mouth at the same rate as I felt the dildo pumping in and out of me, slurping and sucking his cock hungirly, being overtaken by the sheer pleasure of having something in each end of me.
I popped back up, again, not wanting to make him explode just yet as I returned to a sitting position, wiggling around on the dildo. Both of us were now moaning louder, no words, but just sounds of pleasure. “Lean back and ride it so I can see” Mike said it was a fair request since he couldn’t see a thing the way I had leaned forward. At his request, I leaned back, my hands back behind me again. This time, I walked my feet up to brace on the edge of the loveseat, spread, one on each side of him. I was fully on display at this time, and very capable of riding it now. It’s a position I’ve done before, but nerve with someone else there of course! Mike could now see the dildo filling me, able to see every bit of it and the tight grip my hole had on it, as well as my cock sitting above it, moving as I moved.
I started to move up and down, now about three quarters of the dildo pulling out, and pushing back in each time. With every bounce up and down, I moaned at the feeling of the dildo sliding in and out of my hole, the tight grip around the outside of my hole stretching in and out of me as I felt the entire shaft rubbing against the entire tunnel it had carved out inside of me in sheer pleasure. My cock started bouncing around the faster I thrusted. I now developed into a steady moan, louder and louder. Between my own moans I could hear Mike getting louder and louder, and seeing his arm moving faster and faster as he continued stroking himself. ‘Oh fuck’ I heard Mike say as I looked and amidst the pleasure of riding my dildo, fucking myself in front of him, the view got the best of Mike. I steadied my movements, not withdrawing as much of the dildo anymore, but starting to steady, my legs dropping to the floor, and now more wiggling as I leaned back on one elbow, my other hand gripping my cock.
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I came to this position in perfect timing to see a large, white stream burst out the tip of Mike’s swollen cock, shooting halfway up his chest as he moaned. This immediately gave me a surge and before his second stream of cum could arrive, my own cock erupted. A thick blast of warm, white creamy liquid shot against my own chest right above my belly button as I unleashed a loud moan. Stream after stream of warm creaminess burst out of our cocks, coving our chests in semen. Exhausted, Mike collapsed back as the last dribbles leaked out. Also worn from the experience, I stood up and plopped down next to him, my cock smacking against my chest as I did, feeling the last of the cum that was dribbling out squish against me. I looked over and saw the streams of cum all over Mike, the tip of his cock wet with the remnants. We both sat back, breathing heavy, covered in our own juices.
After a few we looked at each other. “Fun is fun right?” I said as we both smirked at those words, our heads laid back against the back of the love seat, tilted toward each other, our cocks still mostly hard, but slowly going down. “Now what? It’s usually like 3am when this happens, not even 6.” I was genuinely curious about what would happen next. We certainly cleared the air that we weren’t ashamed of our actions, so really, what WAS next? Does Mike just go home and watch TV? Does he stay and we just hang out like normal? Or what even was normal now.
“I dunno but I’m hungry, let’s get pizza” is all Mike said as we sat there.
To be continued…
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