He’s already lubed up? Wait, was Luke angling for me to fuck him this whole time? Holy shit, I was so caught up in how I could convince him, he was actually playing me.
“HOLY FUCK!!” I gasped. This is it. My dreams come true.
“Is it okay back there bro? Is that stuff coming out?”
That’s what he meant. He used too much lube and now it was leaking out of his hole.
“Damn, Micucci, when I said come prepared, I honestly didn’t expect you to… You cleaned and got it lubed up and everything!” I grabbed both of his cheeks, Luke’s arms falling onto the bed as I took over. I was gonna show him that all the rumors about me and my dick were true. He was spread open, lubed up for me like a slut. Maybe Luke wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought.
“Bro, I know this is kinda fucked, but do you think you could, like put your finger in a little bit? That usually helps.”
“Fuck,” I gasped. I brought my finger up to his hole, and I barely pushed it when I felt his hole suck me down to the knuckle. I had in fact hooked up with a few guys before, so I was well-versed in the prostate. I knew how to make a guy cum like a motherfucker just from his ass.
“FUUUUUCK BRO!!” Luke moaned, pushing his hips back to meet my finger thrusts. Dude was fucking HUNGRY. I started to finger fuck him as hard as I could, making sure to push against his prostate with every thrust. Luke was shaking, moaning, throwing his head back like a bitch in heat.
I was going to destroy his asshole.
“Fuck, Micucci, how much lube did you fucking use? Looks like you’re ready. I can’t wait anymore!” I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard as steel cock. I was ready, I didn’t even wait for Luke to reply, I just pressed my cockhead against his pink hole and pushed in. He was so lubed up and loose from my finger fucking that I slid in like butter. He swallowed my cock like he was hungry for it.
I couldn’t help but throw my head back and scream, “FUCK, finally, holy fuck, this is better than I ever dreamed!”
I grabbed his hips and fucked him as hard as I could. Feeling his pussy walls clench on my dick as I thrust inside him. Pulling out until just my cockhead was inside then slamming back into him, so hard that his cheeks bounced and jiggled, clapping together. His pink hole was straining against my thick cock, the tight elastic pushed to its limits. I’ve got a crazy girthy dick, and some nice reviews about how good it feels to get stretched by it.
Luke was moaning, squirming, losing himself in the pleasure. I had a moment where I wondered if I was going too fast or too hard.
“Fuck, Luke, I’m sorry, fuck, I can’t hold back anymore… Oh my god… it doesn’t hurt, right?”
“Feels gooooooooood…” Luke moaned in reply, then he pushed his hips back to meet my thrusts.
“Fuck, Luke, you take it so well. Guess that practice paid off, huh?” I had a kind of dominant streak, so I liked teasing Luke. Treating him like a slut.
“Fuck, bro,” I grunted, “it feels like pussy!! Goddamn… no, better than pussy!”
Luke’s hole suddenly tightened up, squeezing my cock like a vice grip, the blood pumping so I could feel every ridge of his slick ass walls. Oh, so Luke liked it when I called his hole a pussy? Good to know.
I kept fucking my best friend’s big butt when, out of nowhere, Luke started to shake, then screamed “POUND MY PUSSY!!” so loud the neighbors might have even heard. I felt something wet splash me, around my dick. What the hell??
Oh fuck, Luke had put so much lube in his ass, then when he came it actually squirted out. Holy shit that’s nasty as FUCK. Luke is a kinky freak, and I love it. And I was gonna give him exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck yeah, bro. Gonna pound your pussy so fucking good… Oh my god it feels so fuckin’ wet!” I was fucking Luke so hard it felt like a vigorous workout.
Wet flesh on flesh slapping together. Luke’s groans and moans. The squeak of my bed.
The warm tightness engulfing my cock. The fact that it was Luke, my best friend, the man I’ve loved for YEARS and I was finally, finally claiming him as my own, dominating him with my dick. I was gonna fuck him so hard he would come back for more, again and again.
“Fuck, bro, your pussy is so fucking wet and tight… fuck I’m gonna blow!”
I felt my balls draw up. I couldn’t last much longer, despite the fact that I wanted to stretch it out even more. But his pussy was too warm, too wet, and I was gonna bust.
I SLAMMED into him one final time, as hard as I could. The sound of my hips slapping against his round cheeks, hard enough to make them pink, drove me over the edge. My dick pulsed and I moaned as I unleashed shot after shot of jizz straight up Luke’s well-fucked pussy. Luke went fucking crazy. He shook and screamed like he was possessed. It was kinda freaky. But I did that to him, I gave him an earth shattering pussygasm.
After a few moments to catch my breath and my dick to soften up, I pulled out of his pussy with a PLOP. To my surprise, not a single drop of cum or lube leaked out of it. In fact, it almost looked like it hadn’t been freshly fucked. Huh.
“Fuck, bro… that did it…. thank you, that finally worked…” Luke said between deep breaths. I did this to him. Me.
“Micucci, god fucking damn, your pussy SLURPED up my jizz, holy shit. It’s not even leaking out. But I think you overdid it on the lube, bro.”
But it seemed like almost immediately the spell was broken. Luke scrambled to his feet and started cleaning up, balling my sheets up to go wash them. I tried to tell him he didn’t need to, but he didn’t listen. I got up and wrapped my arms around him, my hands settling on his cheeks, giving them a strong squeeze. Now was the time. We had just fucked. I had to tell him I was in love with him.
“Luke, I gotta tell you someth-”
And before I could say anything, we were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Luke was already on his way downstairs to get the pizza before I had a chance to react. Then when he came back up, he acted like nothing had happened, like I hadn’t just fucked his brains out and practically made him squirt.
And then the rest is history. We continued fucking. I tried to be sly and ask Luke out on a stealth-date. Luke had a homophobic freakout. And now I’m heartbroken.
“When are you going to stop moping around, Sameer?”
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the voice coming from my door. There stood Anwar, tall and lean, arms crossed. Not looking happy. But his default expression towards me was stern disapproval, so whatever.
“I’m not moping Anwar. And it’s Sammy.” I felt like Sammy more than Sameer now, and even Ammi and Abah sometimes called me by my nickname. Anwar, on the other hand, steadfastly refused.
Anwar scoffed, then stepped further into my room. “I can’t believe how ungrateful you are. You don’t even appreciate the name Ammi and Abah gave you.”
I rolled my eyes. Anwar was here to lecture me about my name, once again. No topic is impossible for him to turn around and make about me not respecting our parents enough.
“Real mature, Sameer. You’re so American. Acting this way towards your elders. I can’t believe they don’t discipline you more.”