Jogging with semi hard dick Pt. 02 by Eroticafgtboii,Eroticafgtboii This is a sequel. So do make sure to read the first part before. But you can also read this as a standalone.
The cool evening air caressed Raphael’s flushed skin as he made his way home from the park with a smirk on his lips. In his arms a basketball, which he had brought out to the park that evening. The sexual high from his tryst with Michael at the park lingered, yet he felt both sated and hungry for more. The encounter had been a thrilling departure from his usual guarded demeanor.
It is still unbelievable to him that he did what he did with a stranger at the park when sunlight still hung on the sky. He wasn’t planning on hooking up. It’s just that when he saw the stranger take off his pants behind the shrubs all sense of normalcy went out of the window. Lust poured into him, warmth spreading from his hardening cock. His legs moved forward before he could process his thoughts guided by the desire to ambush the aroused nudist with his presence.
He didn’t know he was going to do it, but he did it anyway and he liked it, though the little part in him that screams fear keeps bugging him. Though it is overshadowed by sexual fulfillment. The thought of the feral encounter alone is making his cock hard. He ascended the steps to his apartment, hoodie pulled down to cover his growing member tenting his pants. The door creaked open, and he called out, “Ilango, you home?” His voice echoed in the empty space. No response from his lifelong friend and roommate.
Walking in and locking the door behind him he called out for Ilango again, this time the only response was the faint sound of moaning filtering through the walls. A knowing grin spread across Raphael’s face. Ilango was apparently otherwise engaged. The moans grew louder as Raphael approached Ilango’s room, a sort of tortured whimper only an edging man could make. He tapped his knuckles against the door, but there was no halt in the rhythmic sounds coming from within. His smile widened.
With a mixture of curiosity and mischief, Raphael turned the knob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him was one that he expected and had hoped for. Ilango was sprawled on his gamer chair, body moving in uninhibited pleasure. His eyes were tightly shut, headphones securely in place, and his tongue rolled out of his mouth as he worked a fleshlight on his hard, glistening cock with a furious intensity.
Raphael leaned against the doorframe, his eyes taking in the spectacle. Ilango’s naked body shining from droplets of sweat and oil, his muscles flexing with each movement. He was fit, though not the type with defined abs, he was more of a chest guy, with well defined pecs with a light shade of hair and strong hairy thighs. The sight erotic, and Raphael felt his cock now fully hard, aching to be touched while his oblivious friend continued to thrust away into his fleshlight that he held with both hands.
He cleared his throat, as loudly as he can, announcing his presence. Ilango’s eyes snapped open, surprise and embarrassment warring on his face as he fumbled to extract himself from the fleshlight’s grip which only made his eyes roll up as his hard cock slipped out.
“You like your holes tight huh?” Raphael chuckled.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he added. “Just wanted to let you know I’m back.”
Caught in the act, Ilango’s initial instinct was to scramble to his feet, reach for his discarded shorts that lay further away, near his bed, a futile attempt at salvaging his dignity. His hand half covering his dark uncut cock that refused to shrink, leaving trails of precum on his stomach. But Raphael, with a mischievous glint in his eye, placed a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder, pressing him back into the chair. “C’mon, dude, we’ve done this many times before,” he was playful, adjusting his own cock, his gaze unflinching.
Though he had seen Ilango naked so many times, it was hot seeing that cock hard and those hips thrusting. Raphael noticed his cowlicked messy hair, his o’clock shadow showing on his sharp jawline, the familiar pinkish brown lips inhaling and exhaling, his nerves still a wreck. He stepped closed closer to his friend, his hand reaching for his face, the scruff of his chin on his fingers. Ilango’s embarrassment melted into a reluctant smile, his hand still covering his cock, he looked up.
They’ve shared many intimate moments before, but not in a very long time and not like this. Everything they’ve had has been soft, gentle and often guided by amateur naivety. They were each other’s first time. And there is always comfort in that.
Ilango’s softened gaze sharpened, a new wave of shock and embarrassment hitting him. His eyes darted to the monitor, where the digital display of his sexual aid was playing rapidly, in full screen. He leapt to close the tab before Raphael noticed but it was too late. Raphael slapped his hand away and sat on top of his naked lap, pulling his arms around him, in a lock.
“Oooh your gooner stash,” Raphael chuckled, struggling to hold the man under him.
“Fuck you Isra,” he fought but gave in and dropped his head into Rapheal’s back, hiding his embarrassment, a tired laugh escaping his lips.
The screen displayed a scene of domination and submission, a dynamic that Raphael never knew Ilango enjoyed. They have always been vanilla when they were together. So this was new. A larger man, adorned with a collar and leash, was vigorously fucking a smaller man who was clad only in red pantyhose, his hand gripping the leash as he pulled his partner closer with each thrust. The smaller man’s face was masked in ecstasy, his eyes rolled back and lips wet with drool, his hard dick bouncing up and down with each thrust, a sight that sent a fresh wave of heat to Ilango’s cheeks and an evil grin on Raphael’s face.
He leaned in closer, his own arousal growing as he took in the scene on the screen. “So are you the puppy in the leash or are you the faggot in the panties?” he teased, his voice low and sultry. Ilango squirmed under Raphael’s gaze, “Fuck you dude, fuck you!”
His cock was still hard under him, Raphael could feel it as he was pushed off.
As Ilango fumbled with the mouse, desperate to close the tab, Raphael caught his wrist, stifling his frantic movements. “No, no, leave it on,” Raphael insisted, his eyes locked on the screen. Ilango’s humiliation was complete, he wanted to wrap his hard cock between his thighs and disappear right now. Yet there was a thrill in being seen like this, in sharing this secret part of himself with Raphael.
Raphael adjusted himself, his hard cock wanting to burst through at the sight of the pornographic scene and the palpable awkwardness of his friend. It stirred something protective–and primal–within him. He looked at Ilango.
Raphael’s voice was firm yet gentle,
“Spread your legs open.”
“Huh?” Ilango looked up, his eyes confused but his legs were already spreading.
“Spread your legs open,” he said again as he reached out and spread his friend’s legs apart and pulled him closer to the edge of the seat, granting Raphael full access to the space between his thick brown cock and the tight pucker of his hole.
Ilango hesitated, his dark eyes meeting Raphael’s with a mix of trepidation and desire, his own hands holding his friend’s wrists, unsure what was happening. A silent conversation passed between them. Ilango took a deep breath and nodded. And Raphael leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste of sweat on Ilango’s skin.
He licked the base of Ilango’s semi-hard cock up to the sensitive patch of skin just beneath his balls, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Ilango. His naked body jolted, tensed before relaxing into the chair again. Encouraged by the response, Raphael continued his exploration, his tongue delving into the crease where thigh meets the pelvis, making Ilango shudder and moan.
Ilango’s resistance crumbled under Raphael’s tongue, his body arching towards the source of pleasure, the rest of him almost limp.
“Fuck when did you learn that?” He whimpered between breaths as Raphel’s mouth latched onto his balls, suckling with his lips.
Raphael could only smile. His tongue inched closer to Ilango’s hole, the tip circling the area before finally pressing against the tight entrance. Ilango’s body tensed, then relaxed again. Raphael’s tongue teased and probed, roughly working on the soft ridges on the hole, making his friend squirm.
His usual confident demeanor had given way to a litany of whispered pleas and moans. His hand still around Raphael’s wrists on either side of his ass became anchors as he pushed himself against Raphel’s face, aching for more.
The porn video, once confined to the headphones, now filled the room with its own lewdness, the moans and grunts of the actors amplifying Ilango’s whimpers.
Raphael was in control, his actions dictating the tempo and intensity of Ilango’s pleasure. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Ilango’s thighs, holding him in place as he continued his exploration. He was taking his time, he wanted Ilango to push against him, beg him, plead with him to go deeper in him. He wanted to own Ilango as he invaded him. This state of Ilango, the sounds he made, the way his body responded–it was intoxicating.
As Raphael’s tongue finally breached Ilango’s entrance, Ilango’s body convulsed, his voice hoarse from his cries of ecstasy. His body writhing under the onslaught of pleasure. His hands found their way to Raphael’s head, fingers running down his buzzcut hair as he bucked his hips, seeking more. Raphael could feel Ilango’s climax building, each moan and shudder bringing him closer to the edge. He knew that with just a little more pressure, a little more intensity, Ilango would be lost to the pleasure coursing through his veins. His shame and embarrassment from earlier was now replaced by a desperate need, a desire, a hunger that made him squirm and beg.
Raphael knew this. But he wasn’t going to give it to him, just yet.
Raphael’s eyes glinted with mischief as he rose from his position between Ilango’s legs. His gaze never wavered from his friend’s flushed face, taking in the raw need etched into every line and contour. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his joggers, pushing them down just enough to reveal the straining hardness of his cock. It sprang free, the sight of it drawing a strangled moan from Ilango’s lips.
Ilango’s body was a taut bowstring, every muscle quivering with anticipation, with craving. His fingers danced over his slick hole, the coconut oil and saliva rendering him pliant and eager, ready to be used. The sight of Raphael’s cock, thick and pulsing, unleashed a torrent of desire within him. He found himself pleading, his voice a ragged whisper that filled the room.
“Please, Raphael, I need you inside me.”
Raphael’s lips curled into a knowing smile, his cock twitching at the sound of Ilango’s desperation. He loved having this power over his friend who was naked and had his legs open just for him.
“Beg more,” he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Ilango’s spine.
Ilango’s pride wrestled with his need. His fingers running up and down his hole, trying and failing to chase the pleasure of Raphael’s tongue. But in the end, desire won out.
“Please, Isra,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation.
“I need your cock in me. Please fuck me!”
Raphael’s cock throbbed in response to Ilango’s pleas.
“You’re such a faggot.” Ilango moaned.
He stepped closer, positioning himself at Ilango’s entrance. Their eyes meeting, lips hovering just inches away from one another. The heat radiating from Ilango’s body was irresistible, drawing him in. Raphael lowered himself onto his friend, his cock tip coming to rest against the slick, inviting heat of Ilango’s hole.
The contact elicited a sharp gasp from Ilango, his body arching off the chair in a silent plea for more. Raphael, ever the tease, denied him the satisfaction of a quick entry. Instead, he ground his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the head of his cock rubbing against Ilango’s eager opening, coaxing whimpers of need from his friend’s throat.
Ilango’s hands clawed at the fabric of the chair, his body aching for the fullness only Raphael could provide. His hole clenched reflexively, wordlessly begging for the intrusion of Raphael’s cock. The anticipation was agonizing, each passing second a delicious torment.
Raphael could feel Ilango’s body straining against him, the hot, wet kiss of his entrance against his cock head nearly undoing him. The spit and coconut oil did their work, relaxing Ilango’s muscles just enough to make his hole pliable and accommodating.
With a low, guttural moan, Raphael gave in to the desire that had been building within him. He pushed forward, his cock slipping a few inches into Ilango’s welcoming heat. The sensation was exquisite, the tight, slick warmth enveloping him, pulling him deeper. He withdrew almost completely before plunging back in, his thrusts measured and deliberate, each one drawing a gasp or moan from Ilango’s lips.
Ilango’s body melted beneath Raphael, his hips canting upward to meet each thrust, his fingers gripping the edges of the chair for leverage. His breath came in short, sharp pants, the sound mingling with the wet, rhythmic slap of Raphael’s flesh against his own. Raphael didn’t hold back, his open lips parted with moans escaping. Ilango was tight, his muscles gripping onto the cock that was invading him, reaching into his deepest parts, crumbling him into guttural moans.
Raphael’s pace increased, his control slipping as the pleasure soaring through him threatened to overwhelm him. His hands found their way to Ilango’s hips, gripping them tightly as he drove into him with increased fervor, each thrust eliciting a cry of pleasure from his friend.
Raphael’s movements became more frenzied, Ilango’s moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath, tears filling his eyes. As each lost in the maelstrom of pleasure that enveloped them, their eyes locked. So long since it has been this way, Raphael thought. His lips found their way to Ilango’s, sharp and rough, their tongues dancing on one another before coming back up for air.
With a hoarse cry, Ilango reached his climax, his body shaking in convulsions before releasing in a wave of pleasure that left him spent and gasping for air. His hard cock shooting ropes of cum onto his chest. Hips thrusting into the air, his thighs shaking. Raphael pulled back, Ilango’s contracting muscles pushing him over the edge, he started cumming on top of his friend’s drenched cock as he grunted. His heaving body crashed onto Ilango’s sweat soaked frame.
Their lips met, the kiss more tender this time, Raphael’s hip moving back and forth against Ilango’s. Their cum drenched cocks softening between them.
The room fell silent, save for the ragged breathing of the two men. Raphael rose to his feet, his gaze lingering on Ilango’s sated form. He stepped closer and kissed the top of Ilango’s head, his fingers tussling the messy curls of his hair.
“Too much?” He whispered to his friend, his face apologetically.
“Nah, it was good. Fuck. It was good,” Ilango replied, breathlessly, reaching for a kiss. Their lips meet again and Raphael settles on Ilango’s lap as the night grows darker and quieter outside.
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