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was glad that things with me and Justin had returned to normal. Well, not quite normal. Now that I knew how good his ass felt, I started popping boners whenever I was around him. He could be bent over taking out the trash, his gym shorts clinging to the insane curves of his globe-like ass, and I'd get this urge to get right behind him, tear those shorts down, and take his ass like an animal.
So yeah, not normal after all.
Justin wasn't avoiding me, but it still felt like whatever we had going on didn't affect him much. He was always a pretty chill guy, things didn't really get to him, but I thought now that we'd fucked, well... let's just say I wanted to turn our apartment into a 24/7 sex dungeon.
It had been a week since we fucked. I was going stir crazy. A part of me wondered if Justin was wearing those stretchy shorts that clung to his ass just to tease me. Those things made all the blood in my body gather in one place.
(My dick.)
Now, I wasn't going to jump his bones, or hump him like a dog. But fucking dammit, I wanted to. I wanted Justin's pussy all the time now. I was getting obsessed with his ass, I couldn't stop staring at it, just him walking around in the apartment made it jiggle a little bit. I saw him jogging early in the morning and the way it bounced as he ran... I had to immediately turn around and rub one out in the bathroom so I could continue with my day.
So yeah, I had it bad for Justin's ass.
I just needed to get him alone again. A night in, some beers, and I knew I'd be buried deep in his hole. That's why when I was done with my classes on Friday around noon, I saw him walking on campus with a bunch of his friends and decided to make my move.
"Justin!" I called out as I jogged up to him. Justin and his friends all turned to look at me, and I recognized those guys. Justin had some other gay friends that he met at some college gay mixer thing. I had this little pang in my head that maybe he'd fucked some of them, but none of them were big guys like me, and I was confident I was Justin's type.
Still, these guys always tried to flirt with me, and it was pretty flattering to be honest. Not that I'd ever get with a gay guy. I'm straight, after all.
"What's up Monty?" Justin said easily.
"Hey man... uh...." I stammered.
What the hell? Why was I getting nervous? This was Justin, my best bro. And I never got nervous asking a chick to hang.
"You wanna chill tonight? Watch some movies, get high...?" I trailed off. My palms felt sweaty, and I wiped them on the front of my jeans. I had never had this reaction before, and I'd asked Justin to hang out plenty of times before. We were best bros after all.
"Well..." Justin started.
"Ac-tu-a-lly," one of his friends cut in. I think his name was Grant? He was slender but pretty normal looking. Some of Justin's friends were kinda girly, and I wasn't into that. Wait, I mean, I'm not into guys...
"We're going to Finnegan's tonight. Blow off some steam, maybe catch a dick or two," Grant said then winked at me. "Know where I can get one?"
"Finnegan's?" I asked, not knowing how to respond to Grant's flirting.
Justin let out an exasperated sigh. "It's the gay club, Monty. Sorry I can't hang out."
"What if I go with you?" I blurted out. I think I was just as shocked as everyone else when I said that.
"What? Why would you wanna go?" Justin asked suspiciously.
"I don't know man, is it weird that I wanna hang with my best bro? You know I'm down with the gays."
Grant sidled up to me, brushing his fingers on my hairy forearm. "Oh really? How down are you Monty? Maybe down low?"
"Huh?"
"You know Monty," Grant continued, "I'm a Chem major, so if you ever want to do some... experiments, I'd be happy to help."
Why the hell would I need to do Chem experiments? I'm a Poli Sci major.
I had no idea what he meant, but Justin cut him off. "Knock it off, Grant," he said sternly, and Grant backed away a little bit.
He turned to me. "Monty, I'm gonna be with the guys tonight. How about tomorrow?"
"Okay... that's chill. Yeah," I said. But something felt off. Why didn't Justin wanna hang with me? Why was he going to a gay club anyways? What did Grant say? `Catch a dick or two'?
Was Justin going to find a guy to hook up with? When I was right here? That made my blood fucking boil.
I wasn't going to let him brush me off like that.
--
"Fuck! That practice was brutal!" My teammates made a chorus of moans. Even though it was the off-season, Coach still had us do drills to keep us in shape. Normally I didn't mind, but having practice the same season as Justin meant I got to spend less time with him.
I had to take what I could get. So if Justin was going to a gay club, I could too. Nothing wrong with that. And then if Justin wasn't able to find a guy to ride, we could go home together and blow off steam. Perfect plan.
Now I couldn't just show up. That would give creepy stalker vibes. I had to have a reason to go besides wanting to be with Justin. When my teammate Travis Lee, our wide receiver, moved to his locker next to mine, I had the perfect idea.
Trav was our wide receiver, and one of the fastest guys I've ever seen. He was a built but lean Asian guy. Dude's a fucking riot, always cracking jokes in the locker room and raising team spirit. We hung out a few times at team bonding nights out. He was also gay, though I'd never seen him with a guy, he did come out to the team on our first day.
"Hey Trav, what's up?"
He glanced my way. "Not much, my man. Feel like I need an ice bath after this. I normally like sprints but Coach is riding my ass hard. If he keeps this up, I'm not sure if I'll make it," he said, raising his hand up and tilting his head back in a dramatic way.
Speaking of asses, Trav had a big one. Even bigger than Justin's (though I'm sure Just would kill me if he heard me say that, dude can be weirdly competitive about the size of his ass). Maybe it was all that running? Seriously, I heard the dude needed custom fitted uniform pants, that's how big his cheeks were. They weren't as bouncy and jiggly as Justin's, but dude had a dumper. Probably had no trouble getting dick, seeing as how gay guys are into ass.
"Yeah I hear you. Been wanting to blow off some steam. Hey, you ever hear of Finnegan's?"
Travis paused and peered over at me. "The gay club? Yeah, I've been a few times. Why?"
"My roommate, Justin, said it's a pretty cool place. I wanna check it out. Wanna come with?"
Travis looked around. Most of the other guys in the locker room had left, there were just a few stragglers besides us.
Trav suddenly got serious, which was weird for him. "Cut the shit man, why do you really wanna go?"'
I debated how much I should tell him. I mean, I don't know if Justin wanted it to get out that we'd fucked. And I wasn't sure about telling someone I'd fucked a guy. Then again, Trav wouldn't tell anyone else and he was a gay guy, so maybe I could trust him?
"I don't know man, seems fun." I shrugged.
"Suuuuuure, Monty. You just so happen to want to go to the HOTTEST GAY CLUB in town! Are you inviting your friends Sean Cody and Corbin Fisher?" Travis joked.
"I don't know those guys. Are they on another team?" I said, dumbfounded.
"Nevermind," Travis rolled his eyes and laughed. Travis narrowed his eyes at me, then leaned in and whispered. "Seriously? Are you... looking to experiment?"
Little did Travis know that I had already done three experiments, and the results were conclusive: I liked Justin's hand, mouth, and hole.
"Justin's gonna be there," was all I could say. Travis stared at me for a bit, his eyes widening for a split second.
"Okay... this is gonna be hilarious. I want a front row seat for this."
"Fuck yes! I owe you, man. Gonna be lit."
--
That night, Justin left with his friends and 10 minutes later Travis was at my door. Dude had a car, so he was picking me up to go to Finnegan's.
I was still getting dressed when he showed up. I let him in, but I was only in my boxer shorts. We'd changed in front of each other in the locker room, so even though Travis was gay I wasn't bothered at all.
Trav was in a black tank top and a pair of navy shorts. His tan skin on display, and the tanktop hugged his tight physique too. Dude looked good.
"I don't know what to wear, man. I don't wanna be out of place."
"Why not? Do you wanna blend in? If you do, guys are gonna hit on you. Hell, they'll probably hit on you no matter what you wear."
My chest puffed up a bit at the compliment. But I didn't want to impress other guys.
"I just thought, if we run into Justin, I don't want him to be embarrassed by his straight roommate."
Trav looked at me funny. "Right... straight..."
He clapped his hands together. "All right, I'm not a fashion guy, but just wear something that shows off your arms, wear a tighter pair of pants, you want to show off what you're working with. Pretty sure dudes are gonna be drooling over you like a starving dog over a kielbasa. An extra large one."
I looked down at my boxer-clad crotch. Even when I was completely soft I'd have a bulge going on. Travis was right. I mean, Justin liked my dick, so I should show it off a bit.
When I was ready to go, Travis drove us to the club. There wasn't a long line, so we were in soon enough, but I hadn't spotted Justin yet.
As soon as we were inside I looked around. I was taller than most guys, so I got a pretty good look around the club, but couldn't see Justin yet.
"You wanna grab a drink at the bar?" Trav yelled into my ear.
I did another pass over. Still no Justin. "All right, sure!"
I joined Trav at the bar, and we ordered our beers. I couldn't stop looking around like a fucking meerkat. Where the hell was Justin? He left before me, he should be here.
"What are you looking around for?" Trav asked.
"Trying to find Justin!" I replied.
Trav gave me another funny look.
This place was a decent size, lots of bodies on the dance floor, so maybe Justin was dancing already. Maybe he was dancing with some guy. The lights were kinda dim, so it was hard to see.
"Come on, bro. Cut the shit. You crushing on Justin or what?" Travis pressed me.
"WHAT!? Dude, no! I'm straight!" I shot back.
"We've been teammates for a long time, Monty. You know I'd die for you, bro. That's why I'm here, to help you out," Travis put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "But don't bullshit a bullshitter. I've seen you checking out my ass in the locker rooms before."
"Justin is my best bro! And of course I've looked at your ass before, kinda hard not to when it takes up so much space!" I protested.
"Hey, I know I got a 16-wheeler dump truck, but don't avoid the question!" Travis laughed.
I wasn't avoiding the question. I just was too focused on finding Justin.
Where the fuck is he?!?
I was about to push my way into the crowd to try and find him when I felt somebody grab my arm. I turned quickly and saw Grace.
"Monty? What are you doing here?" she asked.
"What are you doing here, Grace? This is a gay club!"
She gave me another funny look. Like the same one Travis gave me.
"Yeah, Monty, it's a gay club. I'm with some of my friends. So why are you here?" she said, a hint of accusation in her voice. Man, what was her deal?
"I'm here with my teammate! This is Travis," I said, gesturing to Trav, who looked like he was sitting in the front row seat, grinning like he couldn't hold in his laughter.
Grace immediately batted her eyes at Travis, who immediately looked like he wanted to run. Poor guy, I knew how much of a shark Grace could be.
"Sorry, girl, wrong team!" I laughed, trying to redirect her away from my bro.
Grace glared at me. "What about you Monty? You're teammates, aren't you?"
What the hell was her problem?
I was about to reply when I saw him. It was like somebody shone a spotlight on him, I could pick him out perfectly in the crowd. His golden curls shone as he danced.
"Monty!" I heard Grace yell, but I found myself walking automatically into the crowd, making my way towards Justin.
As I got closer, I saw that he changed his clothes. Instead of the shirt he was wearing before, he was in a lime green crop top that showed off his perfectly cut abs. And his shorts were way smaller than what he had on before, they barely stopped just under the bottom of his ass cheeks. Holy fuck, is that how Justin dresses when he goes out?
I was about to call out to him when I saw that he was dancing with someone. I recognized that guy right away. That fucking Mario the plumber guy from last week. What the fuck was he doing here?
I was behind Justin, so he didn't notice me, but as soon as Mario and I made eye contact, his face paled. Justin stopped dancing for a second and looked over his shoulder. I was expecting his face to light up, I mean, I was his best bro! But instead he looked confused, then annoyed.
"What the fuck, Monty? What are you doing here?"
"I came with my teammate, Travis!"
"Travis Lee?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Most of the gay athletes know each other."
"Yeah, he said he wanted to check it out, but didn't want to go alone!"
Justin rolled his eyes. He clearly saw through my obvious lie. He turned back around only to see that Mario had run off. Aw, did I scare the creep? Good riddance.
Justin sighed. "Alright, Monty, I'm here to dance and have fun. So if you're just gonna cockblock me, AGAIN, all night, then fuck off!"
I could tell Justin's annoyance was rising. I did feel bad, honestly. I thought it would be fun if we hung out at the club, I didn't want to ruin Justin's night. So, if he wanted to dance, we could dance.
Now, I was a big oaf. And I wasn't the most graceful guy. But I made up for that with swagger and confidence. I didn't really care how I looked, because let's be honest, I could tell almost everyone in the club was eye fucking me already, and I caught plenty of guys staring at my bulge. Which seemed to have gotten a little bigger once I spotted Justin.
Just and I danced, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way he moved his hips, he wasn't quite twerking, but each movement showed off his ass and the way it bounced as it gyrated. Holy fuck, my bulge was definitely getting bigger.
We were getting lost in the music, and I think Justin was forgetting I was here, because as we danced we got closer together. I didn't want him to fall or anything, so I put my hand on his waist and pulled him in slightly closer. The way he moved his hips, how I could feel his fluid body through the palm on my hand, was incredible. Justin was so fucking sexy.
There was no denying the bulge I had now. I was as hard as I could be in these jeans, and Justin definitely noticed when it poked him. Instead of backing off, he leaned into it more, and the sweet friction of my jean bulge against his skin was driving me crazy.
Justin looked up at me and smirked. Such a sexy fucking smirk... fuck I wanted to bring him to his knees and shove my cock in between those pouty lips. My grip tightened on his hips, feeling every gyration of his body. I was painfully hard - the friction from my too-tight jeans against my erection was excruciating. Maybe I could take him to the bathroom, shove my cock down his throat. Bet he'd love that, my cock between his lips, he'd be deepthroating my cock, guzzling down my cum like the good little cockslut he is.
Justin noticed it right away, and while looking up at me he stroked my bulge with his fingers, up the entire length. Holy fuck, I was about to bust right in my jeans. I must have been panting hard like a dog. I saw Justin mouth the words `so fucking big', and I grabbed him so hard I felt like I could break him.
Instead, Justin wiggled his body around so his back was towards me, and I could see his ass in all its glory. Those shorts were so tiny they were painted on, his globes encased in the thinnest material possible. They were semi-sheer, and I could see he had on a jock underneath, framing the round cheeks perfectly. Oh fuck, it'd be so easy to get into that pussy, nothing in the way.
I moaned out loud when Justin brought his ass back and pushed it into my crotch. My cock slid right between his cheeks, and his slightly wider stance made them part a little bit. I was going crazy - luckily the music was loud, so nobody noticed my grunts and groans as I held Justin's hips and he ground his bubble butt into my tent.
"FUCK! Justin!!" I grunted as he looked over his shoulder at me.
Then Justin did this thing that nearly made me cream my pats. Dude leaned forward a little bit and did a popping motion with his hips. Soccer must make him pretty flexible. To my shock, Justin's cakes jiggled, bounced, and fucking clapped as he ground his fat bubble butt into my crotch.
We danced like that, or really it was more like full on dry-humping. Pretty sure if my cock was out it would be buried in Justin's pussy already, his bubble butt bouncing and clapping as I pounded him right in the middle of the dance floor, for everyone to see. Fuck, who knew my best bro was such a FREAK!!
The fucking jerk looked over at me again with a sultry look, grinning at me flirtatiously. Dude was putting on the charm. It was weird to be on the receiving end of it, to experience my best bro's impressive seduction techniques. It was completely unnecessary, cuz I'm sure his giant cakes was enough to make any guy hard for him.
"Justin!!" I moaned again, almost as a warning cuz I was dangerously close to shooting my wad and making a sticky mess between our clothes. Justin must have known what was up, but to my surprise he reached back and gripped my hips, pulling me close to him.
I'm a big guy, and I could easily pull away from him, but I didn't want to. The caveman part of my brain wanted to fucking bust and I couldn't stop myself. I met Justin's backward's thrusts and if it weren't for our clothes I would be screwing his tight hole right in the middle of the dance floor.
Then Justin released his grip on me. I whined like a fucking puppy, and my tent was fucking obscene, my big dick's underside pressed painfully against my zipper, it was so long that the first couple of inches were outside of my waistband, almost reaching my belly button. I glanced around and there were at least a dozen guys staring at my crotch, obvious hunger in their eyes. And a few were staring daggers at Justin, their jealousy clear. I might have to watch his back.
The ego boost was a turn on. Knowing all these gay guys wanted to ride my horsecock. I reached for Justin, wanting to cover up so I wasn't so exposed (by nestling my cock in between the canyon between his dummy thick cakes). Before I could, Justin looped his fingers into his waistband and in one smooth motion, pulled his (slightly damp?) shorts over his round bubble, settling right below his ass cheeks. Each one was easily the size of a soccer ball, and now that they weren't restricted by his shorts, they bounced and clapped even more. His perfect ass was framed only by a jockstrap, which meant there was no material covering his ass... or his hole.
He tossed me another sexy smirk, knowing he was teasing me, and I must have looked like a crazy person, animalistic. I didn't see Justin, my best bro, in front of me. I saw a sexy little gay dude with the fattest ass I've ever seen, and I needed to fuck the life out of him, draining my balls up his tight little hole.
Grabbing Justin's hips again, I thrust into his bare cheeks with all my might, enough force to knock the wind out of him. For once, Justin didn't push back on me, he just let me take control and pound his fat ass on the dancefloor. We were giving the people a real show, but I didn't fucking care.
There was barely any skin-to-skin contact, and my dick chafed a little inside my pants. I'm pretty sure unzipping and actually letting my cock out, literally fucking Justin on the dance floor, would get us banned. Or maybe gay dudes were freaks and wouldn't bat an eye.
To my surprise, the more I thrust into Justin, the wetter my crotch became. Was it all sweat? It was welcome though, the feel of it was warm and the dampness helped relieve some of the chafing, making it all the more pleasurable for me.
Before long, I felt my balls tighten up. The sensation of dry humping my bro's fat bubble was driving me closer to the edge. As I felt myself get closer to my nut, I picked up the pace, and I was pounding into Justin like I was tackling a training dummy.
Even though the music was deafening, I still heard sharp little yelps from Justin as I dominated his ass on the dance floor. I was losing it, and Justin looked back at me one last time. Instead of his usual confident, playful expression, this time he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, all submissive. I didn't hear him over the music, but I read his lips just fine.
"Take me, Monty."
And that was it, I pulled Justin tight against me and unloaded. Shot my nut right into my jeans, making them even more slippery. I was a fucking mess, and to my shock it looked like some of my cum had seeped through my jeans and gotten onto Justin's ass, because it was shining and glittering under the club lights.
Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd, who seemed to part like the fucking sea, almost in awe of our quasi-fuck on the dance floor.
After we broke through, I had enough sense to look for Travis, who to my shock was still at the bar and talking to Grant of all people. They both glanced over at us. Travis was slightly bewildered, but said "Nice!" with a wide grin, and Grant looked smug and triumphant. I wonder if those two were gonna hook up?
Grant had his phone in his hand, and waved it at us, showing some ride-share app. I guess that meant he ordered us a ride home. We stepped out of the club into the cool night air. Justin had pulled his shorts back up over his ass, much to my disappointment. He shivered a little in his skimpy clothes, so I huddled close to him, pulled him to me. My hands went automatically to grope and squeeze his ass, I couldn't get enough of it.
Despite just spewing my jizz minutes ago, Not-So-Little Monty was starting to get excited again. Being around Justin like this was making me unbelievably horny.
Within minutes our ride pulled up, and since we had to sit I lost contact with his ass. Justin leaned against the window, which made me shift closer to him, but with one toned arm he held me at bay.
"Down, boy. Not until we get home," he gave me a lighthearted warning.
I literally whimpered like a puppy again. Maybe I was just a big, dumb, horny dog for Justin.
The ride only took 10 minutes, and when we pulled up next to our apartment building, I grabbed Justin and practically hoisted him into my arms before the car had even fully stopped.
The driver laughed and said "Have fun, kids!" before pulling away.
"What the fuck, Monty!" Justin said in an annoyed tone but followed up with a laugh as I flipped him around and started carrying him bridal-style. The elevator was too slow, so I took the stairs two steps at a time to get to our apartment as soon as possible. I was strong enough that I did it all breathless, Justin was toned but lean enough that it wasn't any struggle to carry him like that.
When we got to our door I realized I couldn't open it, seeing both hands were occupied. Justin already had his keys out and opened the door. I entered, him still in my arms, kicked the door behind me, and went straight for my room.
I tossed him on the bed and started tugging off my clothes like a mad man. I'm pretty sure I heard my shirt rip. My jeans were sticky and I hissed as I peeled them off. But finally I was in my birthday suit. Justin laid on his back, lifted his legs up in the air, and pulled his shorts off. They dangled seductively on his ankle before he flicked them off.
I wanted to launch myself at Justin, but with his muscular leg he pressed against chest, holding me back.
"What do you think you're doing Monty?" he teased.
"Gonna fuck you Justin," I growled in response.
He gave me another sexy smirk. "Oh yeah? And what makes you think I'll let you?"
What kind of question was that? I had already fucked him once, and I practically fucked him a half hour ago.
It dawned on me, a side of my best bro that I was seeing in a totally different light. Justin liked being in control. He liked teasing guys, and making them beg for it. It was all about being chased for him. My bro was a certified cocktease slut.
"Why do you wanna fuck my ass, Monty? I thought you were straight," he said sarcastically.
I had no answer for him. Why did I wanna fuck his ass so badly? It was the perfect ass, honestly, and it deserved to get fucked. His hole felt better than any chick's pussy.
But he was right. Justin was a dude, and I was straight.
"Yeah bro, I'm straight, so what?" I was getting annoyed. Why the 20 questions when we could just fuck?
It was like a switch had flipped. Justin's expression instantly changed. One second he was teasing me, then next was a clear face full of disappointment. The mood had completely shifted.
"Well, I don't fuck straight guys," Justin said, resentment in his voice.
"The fuck you on about!? We fucked last week!!" Justin's sudden change in attitude was getting on my nerves. I wanted to FUCK him and he was taking it too far. I wasn't going to force him, but the mixed signals I was getting were fucking with my head.
"That was a one-time thing. Because you cockblocked me," he said bitterly.
"Bro, why the fuck does it matter! I wanna fuck you!!"
"Yeah? Does a straight guy wanna fuck a gay guy this badly? Does a straight guy get jerked off, and blown, by his gay roommate. Does a straight get off from being ridden by a guy? Does a straight guy pursue his gay roommate to a gay club, cockblocking him AGAIN, and then nearly fuck him on the dance floor??" Justin was getting more and more worked up, his voice progressively louder.
What the fuck was going on? Why did he care so much? I mean, of course I was straight! I fucked chicks! Though I hadn't fucked any in a while, not since Justin and I started messing around. And what's wrong with wanting to spend a Friday night with your gay best bud? And what's wrong with wanting to fuck a dude's perfect soccer butt when you're straight?
A tiny, tiny part of my brain planted a tiny, tiny seed of doubt. Because let's be real, if one of my straight bros started fucking a guy regularly, I'd think he was at least bi or something.
"Come on Just, let me fuck you!! Even if I'm straight, I wanna fuck you" I begged. All this straight or gay talk or whatever was killing my mood.
"No." Justin's face was cloudy.
I stopped dead in my tracks. NO? NO? He just said no??
"You're not fucking me tonight Monty, I said what I said. You probably think, a hole's a hole, right? Or an ass is an ass. You probably would just imagine a chick while you're fucking me. I'm not a replacement for a chick, man."
That wasn't true at all! I wouldn't fuck just any dude's ass. I didn't care about other dudes. I noticed when a guy like Travis had a big ass, sure, but I didn't want to fuck Travis! And I wanted Justin's ass more than I've ever wanted any chick's.
"Bro, what the fuck do I have to do to convince you? Please!"
Justin paused and thought for a second. Then his face lit up wickedly with an idea.
"You know one thing a `straight' guy would never do? Eat a dude's ass."
I reflexively scrunched up my face. Fucking an ass was one thing, but putting my mouth on one? I'd never even eaten a chick's ass out before!
"If you wanna stick this ass, you need to lick this ass," he teased.
Oh, haha, how long had he had that line cooked up?
"Fine bro! I'll eat your ass, even though I'm straight!"
Once again, Justin frowned. What was his deal?
"Alright Monty, you can eat me out tonight, and if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me later. Tonight is about me getting off, for once."
I had to admit, this was fucking weird. But all my caution melted away when Justin flipped over onto his hands and knees, presenting his fat ass to me. He shifted his hips slightly, and his cheeks jiggled and clapped gently even though he was barely moving his hips.
My dick stuck straight out, and it jolted at the sight of Justin's glorious ass. I know he wanted to slide right in between those cheeks and pound out my bro's sweet jock pussy, but Justin said I wasn't going to fuck him tonight.
`Sorry buddy, there's always next time...'
"Well, Monty? Are you gonna eat my pussy or are you a pussy?"
Oh Justin thought he was a comedian tonight, huh? Well, guess I could shut him up if I gave him the best ass eating of his life.
I'd never licked an ass before, but I'd say I'm a candidate for the pussy eating Hall of Fame. How different can it be?
I bent down and grabbed each of Justin's perfect globes, still shocked at how hard it was to palm them despite me holding a football with ease. They were so soft and plush, I wondered briefly if I could use them as pillows.
"Monty, get your face in my ass and your tongue up my pussy. I'm getting impatient!" Justin said playfully. At least my bro wasn't so irritated as before, but DAMN Justin was one bossy bottom!
As I spread his cheeks I got a full view of Justin's pink little hole. This was the first time I had gotten a good look at it, and it was somehow even better than I expected. I haven't seen a lot of assholes in my life, but Justin's was just... pretty. It was tinged slightly pink, and instead of being a circle, it had an oval-like shape, almost like a slit. The ring wasn't surrounded by wrinkly skin, it was all smooth, and the ring itself was a deeper pink. It didn't look quite like a real pussy, but it was closer than I had thought it would be.
I'm not sure what I expected Justin's ass to smell like, considering we had just danced in the club and he must have been sweaty. But to my surprise, only a sweet, enticing smell seemed to come from his hole. It was almost fruity... and it made my mouth water. What the hell? I heard once that guys sweat can smell different for some people, like it triggers something in the chemical part of our brains. Maybe that's what Justin's sweat was doing for me. Either way, I felt my jaw going slack. I never thought an asshole could actually taste delicious, but if this is what it smelt like.
And then, something happened that blew my mind. Justin let out a low moan, and his hole fluttered, opening slightly and quickly closing again. It did that a couple of times, then a tiny bead of... water (or sweat?) formed out of his hole and started to drip down his taint. What the hell was that? It looked like it came from inside Justin's hole, but it wasn't what you might expect. In fact, it looked clear, and it seemed to be the source of whatever the sweet smell was.
"Alright, fuck it!" I muttered, then brought my tongue to Justin's taint and licked up the little bead of sweat.
I never really thought pussy tasted good. It was awesome to make a chick cream with my tongue, and it was fun, but I wouldn't say I enjoyed the flavor of it. But with Justin, it was completely different. Somehow, his ass-sweat tasted fucking FANTASTIC, it was like a light, fruity flavor that wasn't too strong or overpowering. It wasn't sweet, it was almost like tasting a slight mist of some kind of tropical fruit.
I had no idea why my bro's sweat tasted like that, but I wasn't complaining. Once I lapped it up, I couldn't stop. I wanted more. I found myself burying my tongue in Justin's taint and swiping it up and down, trying to catch more droplets of that delicious sweat from my bro's little pussy.
If I didn't know any better, I might think that sweat was something like Justin's pussy juice.
"Mmmm I can't believe you're doing it, Montyyyyy...." Justin moaned, his voice slightly muffled from the bed as he writhed around and pushed his ass back.
Fuck, I wanted to get more of that taste. I decided to send it, just lick right over his asshole, and Justin's hole immediately responded by going slack, like it wanted to open up, accept me inside. It took barely any effort for the tip of my tongue to enter his hole slightly, tasting a little bit of his insides.
I don't know what the fuck was going on, maybe I needed an anatomy lesson, but that tasty sweat or whatever was DEFINITELY coming from inside Justin's hole!
"OH FUCKK BRO!" I moaned as I licked him deep, taking a deep whiff of his scent in at the same time. It filled my skull, making me lightheaded, woozy... but not in a bad way. In the way like how you get hungry after killing it in practice. The kind where your body is so hungry, your brain can't process anything except it's need for food.
Only instead of food, my body was telling me it wanted more of Justin's pussy. "MMMFFF!!" I moaned as I worked my tongue in, harder, getting more rough, really diving into his hole. As I licked and sucked and nibbled on my bro's pink pussy, I couldn't help but squeeze his cheeks hard, feel the way my fingers sank into his jiggly assfat.
As I licked him I jiggled his cheeks, and the feeling of his cakes clapping against the sides of my head as I dove tongue-first into his love tunnel was driving me wild. I felt like I was encased by those pillows, and Justin responded by gently popping his hips, ensuring that his cakes wouldn't stop bouncing and allowing me to focus entirely on tonguing his yawning cock cavern.
"Ohhh, Monty, fuccck, how are you so damn...!!" Justin was going wild with the tongue-lashing I was giving him, which just encouraged me to go harder, deeper... I stuck my tongue out as much as I could, and tried to hold it there, flexing it like it was a muscle. Then I pressed the tip of it into Justin's hole, and descended my tongue into his pussy like it was a tiny cock. As I got deeper, I wiggled it inside Justin, getting my first taste of my buddy's sweet pink inner folds.
I was eating him like a fucking beast. For a while, I forgot that I was eating an asshole, I honestly thought I was eating pussy. The best tasting and sweetest little pussy I've ever had, but definitely a pussy. Funny enough, I never forgot I was eating my best bro. Something in my brain just reconciled my best bro, soccer jock Justin, with having an actual sweet-tasting pussy that I could eat all I wanted.
"Please, Monty, don't stop!! I need it!!"
Knowing how wise it was to obey Justin if I wanted to get a chance to pound his cunt out, I kept up my pussy eating performance, devouring him like my life depended on it. I drove my tongue into him, flicking it against his inner cuntwalls, sucking on his lips like I was making out with his pussy. I had to adjust my technique a little bit, but soon enough I was alternating between licking and kissing, feeling his pussy lips press against mine as I worked my tongue into my best bro's sweet gash.
Justin was babbling like a madman, totally losing it as I ate him like I had never ate before, not even a chick. I ate him like I was legit auditioning for a spot in the Pussy Eating Hall of Fame, and goddamn I was the frontrunner.
I had never seen Justin respond like this during sex, dude was writhing, popping his ass back, at one point I wasn't going deep enough for him so he reached back, grabbed my hair, and shoved my face deeper in between his beautiful bouncy globes.
My bro's breathing got shallower, his body shaking, he was getting close I knew it. Something told me that my bro was gonna cum just from me eating him out. Which was pretty surprising, I didn't think it was possible, but I figured maybe he was grinding his hard cock against the bed as I greedily gobbled up his tasty pussy juice.
"MONTY!! I'M SQUIRTING!!" Justin screamed, grabbing my hair and holding me firmly in place as his body began to shake. He was surprisingly strong, and I couldn't pull away, even if I wanted to... which I definitely didn't.
And then something insane happened.
I don't know what was going on. I must have imagined it. I was so lost in the idea that Justin had an actual pussy, maybe I got too deep into the fantasy. Because when Justin started convulsing like he was cumming, like his whole body was being rocked by an epic orgasm, I swear a huge amount of that sweet, tasty pussy juice came GUSHING out of his pussy.
I just went with it, and gulped it down like I'd been stranded in a desert, drinking his sweet pussy nectar, loving the refreshing flavor. I felt like such a fucking stud, I made my bro fucking SQUIRT with just my tongue.
I don't know what it was. But as I stood up, proud and accomplished over what I'd done, more of that pussy juice dripping down my chin and chest, some of it getting on my dick. I wiped off my chin and covered my hand in it. It was lube... like the lube Justin had used when we had sex. Maybe he had gotten prepared before going to the club. No... something wasn't adding up...
Still, I hadn't cum yet. I could contemplate my knowledge of gay biology later. Instead, I wrapped my slippery hand around my shaft and started pumping, slick sounds filling the room.
"Yeah... Monty.... Fuck Monty, do it... glaze my cheeks, bro... cover me in your cum, fucking BLAST ME!" My bro moaned, still out of breath, coming down from his post-nut haze.
And then my bro started popping his booty like the way he had at the club, only now I could see clearly just how much his cheeks jiggle and rippled with force every time he made them clap. Within a few strokes, I felt my balls tighten.
I threw my head back and busted an enormous load, just fucking sprayed my bro like a firehose, shot after shot of my boiling hot bro juice glazing my bro like a fucking donut, or basting him like a turkey, or I don't know man my cum went all over him.
I was shocked at how much I was shooting. Some of it shot over, getting in his blond hair, dripping down the back of his neck, I covered his back, and then finally every inch of the surface of my bro's perfect bouncy bubble butt was covered in a thin sheen of my white jizz.
I collapsed then, right on top of Justin, not caring that I was getting cum all in my hairy torso. That was an amazing orgasm, and from the way Justin curled against me I knew he had enjoyed it.
"You're so fucking sexy, Justin." I whispered into my bro's ear, and he let out a sweet sigh of contentment.
He shifted underneath me, and we readjusted positions so I was spooning on the side, my cock nestled in between his cheeks, my sweaty chest against his cummy back. We'd never cuddled before, not like this, but Justin just fit me perfectly. Why hadn't we cuddled like this sooner! Man, bros should cuddle on the time.
"Next time you're definitely getting rewarded for that..." Justin said softly, as I took a whiff of his hair, his conditioner had a slightly beachy scent, different from the whatever that had come out of his pussy.
I hummed happily as we drifted off. Tonight was a good night. Not only did I get to show Justin how much of a stud I was, I ate my first bro pussy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I could tell this was the start of something with my best bro.