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LUKE
Here we were. Sammy and me. On the hood of his car, at the lookout over town. How did I get here? The events of the past few months played back in my head. Waking up with an oversized bubble butt. Getting that crazy itch. Discovering what getting fucked did to me. Losing Sammy. Finally figuring out what the fuck was going on. And then getting Sammy back. Figuring myself out, finally.
"You okay, babe?" Sammy looked up at me from the crook of my arm. My arm was around his shoulder, despite him being taller than me. My fingers were tangled in the curly hair near his neck. Sammy nuzzled into my chest, rubbing his stubble against my pecs almost like a cat.
My stomach did a weird flip when he called me `babe'. It was different, but not in a bad way. I just had to get used to it.
Was I okay? I was more than okay. Even though I had cost us the Championship this year, I felt like I just hit a Grand Slam and won MVP for the entire state. Sammy always gassed me up, made me feel like I could do anything, and right now I felt like I could hit a home run pitched by the best pitchers in the MLB.
"Yeah. I really, really am, bro." Despite the fact that I wasn't cured, having Sammy around meant my JPS was mostly managed. I still had attacks every now and then, but it turns out getting dick regularly helps keep them from happening. I'm sure Dr. C was loving all the free experiments Sammy and I were doing for him.
Sammy smiled back at me and rubbed my stomach contentedly. I turned my head back towards the sky, to take in the stars.
"Damn, it's beautiful tonight."
"It sure is." I felt Sammy's hot breath hit the side of my face.
I turned back to see his deep brown eyes already fixed on me. I could really get lost in those chestnut eyes. I was barely able to pull myself away from his almost hypnotic gaze. I laughed and shoved his shoulder.
"You dickhead, I meant the sky."
Sammy propped himself up on one elbow. "You're more beautiful than the sky."
I let out a deep groan and rolled my eyes. "Duuuuude you already got me in the sack, enough with the cheesy pick-up lines." Sammy could say the dumbest shit sometimes. I'd never admit this to him, but I kinda loved it. He wasn't afraid to tell me how he felt, after keeping it bottled up for years.
"I can't help it, I'm a romantic!"
"I don't think romantics fuck like rabbits all the damn time."
"Hey, romantics can still get horny! Besides we only fuck so much because I have to help out my boyfriend with his totally real, not-made-up, officially diagnosed medical problem."
I rolled my eyes again. Despite the fact that we were now "official" or whatever, nothing had really changed that much between Sammy and me. We still liked to rile each other up and horse around and shit. It's just that now, our horsing around usually ended up with him balls deep inside me.
Sammy snaked his hand into mine, curling his fingers tightly. His deep brown eyes felt like they were staring into my soul.
It was surreal. I've known this dude since we were in elementary school together. We've always had each other's back. All my happiest memories are with him, no exception. And all these years, I finally understood why my heart would beat faster, the funny feeling I'd get in my gut whenever I was close to him. This wasn't admiration for my best bro. It was like I had finally woken up to what everyone else had already realized.
I felt like such a dick, the way I'd treated him.
"Bro, I'm sorry," I said, Sammy turning to meet my eyes, "I was such a dick to you. Pushing you away like that. What I called you. I overreacted, I was surprised but that doesn't excuse it."
Sammy's eyes went wide. "Damn, I never thought I'd hear you apologise for shit," he replied.
"Yeah, well, I made a new friend and he got me trying out this whole `taking personal responsibility' shit."
"Well, I guess I gotta meet this mysterious new friend and thank him personally. Just so he knows who you belong to now," Sammy said, half-jokingly.
Sammy talks a big talk, but I know he would honestly appreciate Mark being there for me.
His face suddenly got serious. "I should be the one apologizing to you, babe. I basically forced myself on you. I was so obsessed with the idea of being with you, I jumped to conclusions, misread your signals. I saw what I wanted to see. When you rejected me like that, it hurt. I was being an immature bitch. Anwar even said so."
I laughed. Sammy's brother Anwar is alway so critical of him, and I can totally see him using those exact words.
"Bro, I totally get it. You weren't misreading the signals. I just hadn't realised the signals I was sending. We both made mistakes. But we're here now, and that's what matters."
Sammy pulled me in closer to him, his face beaming.
"I'm so fucking happy, Micucci. I can't believe this. All these years, I never thought that my dream would come true."
"What dream?"
"Dude, you've had top billing in my jerk off fantasies since I started whacking it!"
"Come on, man. Knock it off. Stop it with the corny shit." I shoved him again, but I think my burning cheeks were traitors to my true feelings.
Damn, Sammy really is into me. I know he's said it a million times, and it's definitely mutual, but sometimes I get a little shell shocked thinking about how my best friend since I was in freaking Little League is now my boyfriend. Boyfriend. What the fuck happened to my life? All because I woke up one day with an extra-huge bubble butt and a twitchy, hungry hole.
"Man, to be honest, having JPS fucking SUCKS, but if there was one positive, I don't think we'd have ever..." I gestured between the two of us. "Become this, without it. You feel me?"
Sammy laughed. "Yeah, Micucci, you're so fucking dense you needed a medical problem to wake up your natural craving for dick. Your body was literally like, `get some dick in this boy, ASAP!'"
I shoved him again. "Dickhead."
"Yeah, but you love this dickhead." He smirked and grabbed his bulge. I licked my lips as a reflex, picturing the fat tube of meat inside his jeans. Wanting it inside me. I knew we couldn't fuck outside on the hood of his car, though, so I pushed my desire down as hard as I could.
Suddenly, Sammy sat up and raised his arms above his head. "THANK YOU JPS FOR FINALLY AWAKENING MY BOYFRIEND TO HIS TRUE CALLING AS A POWER BOTTOM!!" His voice echoed down the valley towards the town.
I scrambled to get up and clasp a hand over his mouth. We were on a lookout facing into the city, and I wondered if the echo would be audible from there. "Dude, shut up! Just because I'm public now doesn't mean I want it blastin' everywhere."
Sammy's eyes crinkled, then I felt something hot and wet swipe over my palm. I pulled my hand away to wipe Sammy's spit on my shirt. "Sorry, babe. Kiss and make up?"
I considered holding back for a second, just to tease him, but eventually I had to give in. He drew me in with a breath and I leaned in to press my lips against his lips. Sammy's kisses were always passionate, soft or hard, tender or hot as fuck. This time he was definitely the latter. He took control, as he likes to do, and parted my lips with his so we could wrestle tongues. Sammy grabbed me and pulled me in closer, his hands went to my back, rubbing my torso up and down, going lower, and lower and...
"WOAH!" I yelped and pulled off in surprise. Sammy's hands had found their way right to my ass and were kneading my fat ass cheeks like pizza dough.
Before I could protest more, Sammy practically assaulted my face with his mouth again while his hands mauled my ass cheeks. I grabbed onto his hairy chest to steady myself as I leaned deeper into him. Sammy slid his hand into my jeans and resumed his ass kneading with no barrier in between. I groaned when I felt his hands pull apart my fat cakes and he grazed my hole with his fingers.
Sammy pulled off me, flashing a huge grin with a mischievous look in his eyes. "So, when were you planning on telling me you were getting wet?" Sammy pulled his hand out of my jeans and held up his fingers, clearly damp with my natural ass juice. To be completely honest, I was always a little bit wet, so it was getting hard to notice unless it got really bad. My pussy being perma-moist was pretty much the new normal.
"Looks like somebody needs his medicine..." Sammy grabbed me by my jeans and flipped me over onto his hood, then pulled me down so my feet were on the ground to steady myself. Before I could even say anything, my jeans were pulled down to my ankles like a magician pulling out a tablecloth.
"Ohhhh fuuuuckkkk" I moaned as Sammy shoved his face in between my cheeks and started lapping at my hole. Turns out I really liked getting my ass ate. Nothing beats cock, for sure, but getting Sammy to munch on my pussy for a good 20 minutes really made the "treatment" so much better. My pussygasms were always even more earth-shattering when Sammy took the time to make out with my pussy beforehand.
Man, what the fuck? Just a few months ago I thought I never would have called my hole a pussy. But after all that I've been through, it just felt right. I could still be a top dog alpha jock, but I had a pussy. A pussy that got wet, that liked to get fucked.
I braced myself against the hood of the car while Sammy tongued my fuckhole.
"You like that?"
I could only moan in reply as he pushed his spongy cockhead against my sensitive pussy lips. I could feel my juice dripping down my muscular hamstrings, my pussy wet with desire.
I wanted to scream "FUCKING WRECK ME!!" to Sammy, but the only thing that could come out was a guttural moan.
SAMMY
The sight of him, sprawled out shirtless on the hood of my car, with his shorts pulled down to his ankles, was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.
"You doing okay, babe?" I asked as I leaned down to kiss between his shoulder blades. I've dreamt of doing that for years. Now I can finally touch, kiss, and most importantly, fuck Luke whenever I want. My boyfriend.
Luke could only moan with his face pressed against the cold metal. He was suddenly so sensitive. One minute we were making out, then he started to get wet and needed me inside him.
Something about Luke... a part of me wants to give him whatever he wants. The whole world. I want to worship at the altar of his ass. Another part wants to tease him, draw out that slutty side that he keeps so buried inside himself. The Luke I love best is when he's relaxed and lets go of his inhibitions. The way he really only gets with me, but even then it takes some effort.
I used two of my fingers to circle the ring of his pussy. Already he's dripping that natural lube down his taint, and with each pass I scoop up more of it and coat my fingers. Gently stroking the outside of it, my fingertips grazing his hole oh so slightly. I know for Luke, this must be like sweet, sweet torture.
"You like this, babe?" I whispered again.
Luke nods against the car, whimpering "Fuuuuuuuuuck", muffled by the metal.
"Babe, you're so wet already. Did you get wet `cuz of me? Did my big, fat cock make your pussy hungry?"
"Ugh... you... OH GOD... know it did, FUCKKKK!!!" Luke's moans grew louder as I started to push my fingers inside the tight, yet slick ring of his asspussy. With how wet he was, my fingertips slid in easily. I was half-expecting his pussy to be loose and elastic, but instead it was tight, warm, wet. The way his ass muscles clenched down around my fingers, like he didn't want me to pull them out, was complete heaven.
"Damn, baby, I thought after taking all those cocks... the team... Coach.... Figured you would be so stretched out. How the fuck are you still so tight?"
"I don't... UMF... knowwww-!"
Two fingers in, smooth as butter. I barely encountered resistance as I sunk them in, my fingers grazing over his shallow nub. Every time I did, Luke's ass would clench, his hips pushing back, opening up to me. My baby was so desperate, so hot.
"Your pussy feels so good against my fingers, babe. So tight. Want some more?"
"FUCK! DICK!!" I didn't know if Luke was telling me that he wanted my dick, or if he was calling me a dick. Either was valid. I was teasing him pretty hard, but I just loved to see him come undone completely. Drop all the straight jock bro bullshit and be his true slutty self. The kind that will loudly proclaim he has a pussy to anyone with a big enough dick.
Three fingers in now, and I started to stir them in his guts, swirl them around and stretch his tight tunnel out. I could feel him getting more and more slack, more eager, opening up for me. For what he really wants... my cock .
"Shh... just try to hang in there, baby. I'm gonna make sure you're nice and loose." I leaned down and planted more kisses on his shoulders, his back, then started kissing and sucking on his neck. "You just make me wanna tear you apart... don't wanna hurt you, baby. Wanna make you feel so good, Luke."
"FUCK! I'm loose, fuck, I'm loose!" A desperate whine escaped from his throat. The walls were crumbling down, and Slut Luke was making his first appearance.
"Yeah? I can feel it. Your cunt was so tight a second ago. Now it's so stretchy, look at how deep you can take three fingers." I pushed my fingers in deeper, all three of them to the knuckle, as deep as I could possibly go. Not nearly deep enough for what Luke really needs, I knew that. But I didn't want a quick pump and dump. I've wanted to use Luke's body for years; I'm going to savor it. I want him to know that this isn't just hooking up, this is something real.
"Damn... I think you might be ready babe." I grabbed his face with one hand and turned him so he was looking over his shoulder. I pressed my lips against his and we made out furiously, our tongues wrestling together, both of us fighting for what we really wanted. Finally, he stopped resisting, letting me suck on his tongue and then invading his mouth with my own. Our lips were pressed together so tightly, it felt like a vacuum seal. He moaned into me and gripped my forearms tightly, almost a little too hard.
I'm having a sloppy make-out with my best friend, the person I've loved and lusted over since I was in middle school. I hoped, I hoped so much, but I never thought it would happen. Not like this, at least.
"Tell me, baby. I wanna make you feel good. Tell me what you need, baby. I'll do whatever you ask." I whispered against his ear as I ended our kiss.
"Fuck! Sammy!! COCK!!!" he cried out in need.
"You want my cock, baby? Where do you want it?"
Luke huffed in disbelief that I was doing this to him. Every time I thought he had fully embraced the fact that he was gay and a major slut, he would retreat back into his shell a little bit. But each time wasn't as deep as before. Like coaxing a rabbit out of a cage, so timid and apprehensive but curious and hungry, until it gets accustomed to you.
"Sammyyyyy...," he full-on whined. Truthfully, it was such a turn on to see him like this, but at the same time my stomach clenched because I could see how hard this was on him. I couldn't imagine what having his condition was like. That's why I wanna take care of him, make him feel good. If I could cure him, I would. If I can make him feel even a little bit better, I will.
"Yeah, baby, you have to tell me. I won't know unless you do."
"YOU FUCKING... AHHH!!" Luke was getting aggressive, so I hooked my three fingers in his pussy and pressed down on his prostate. That instantly made him stop in his tracks and knock down some of his resistance.
"Shh... don't get upset baby. I'm just trying to help you. Just tell me, Luke."
Luke relaxed against my fingers again, the tension leaving his shoulders, but his pussy remained a vice grip on my fingers. He looked over his shoulder at me, his face flushed red, lips swollen from our kiss, eyes glassy, and faint tear marks down his cheeks. My heart hurt and my dick throbbed.
"Please... bro... in my pussy. Put your dick in my pussy..." he said through heavy breaths.
"That's all I needed, baby, you just gotta ask for it. Whatever you want, whatever you need."
I pulled my fingers out achingly slow, Luke's pussy trying to cling on for dear life, like it couldn't stand to be empty again. He let out a little yelp when my fingers finally popped out, and I had to take a minute to gaze at the sight of him.
Somehow, his pussy didn't close up again, it was still slightly open. Not like a huge gaping crater, but just enough to see a gap. Globs of juice dripped down over his taint.
"I gotta get lubed up first, babe. Don't wanna go in dry and hurt you." Luke was wet enough that I knew I couldn't hurt him, but I was going to drag this out as long as I possibly could.
I slapped my cock down in between his massive cakes, those two big round jiggly muscles. They were so huge that they almost enveloped my cock completely. My shaft was pressed up against his hole, and I could feel his pussy juice dripping onto it. The large vein on my cock throbbed.
I started to move, to thrust. His two bubble cheeks clenched over my rod, with the slickness of his pussy juice. It almost felt like a fleshlight, the smooth skin of his bubble butt. I slid my cock up and down, so that the tip of it came out between his cheeks against the small of his back, and I slid my cock down so just the head was still encased in those massive cakes.
"Oh baby, fuck, how do just your ass cheeks feel so good?" I growled as I started to pick up the pace, rhythmically sliding my cock into his ass globes like they were a cocksleeve. "Clench your ass just like that, baby, just FUCK!"
Luke was giving me a buttjob, I realized. I don't know if that was the right term, but it seemed to fit. Blowjob, pecjob, buttjob. I had no idea I would like this so much, I always just thought about putting it in as soon as I could. With all the girls I've been with, it was never like this. Minimal foreplay, and I'd fuck them hard and fast. I was kinda an asshole, just focused on getting myself off. But Luke is different. I want to set every nerve of him on fire, I want to overload him with pleasure. It's all about him.
His buttjob felt so good, my sensitive underside sliding against his still slightly open pussy. Every time my cockhead passed over it, it snagged a little bit, the tip coming oh-so-close to pressing inside, but then I'd angle my hips and thrust so it slid right past it. Every time I did that, Luke let out a strangled whine of desperation. I had to stop myself, slow down, so that I wouldn't shoot my load all over his back and waste the cum that I knew he needed.
"Alright baby. It's time."
His breath ragged, his chest heaving, Luke looked over at me again. The want in his eyes shone through like a spotlight in fog. Not just want for any dick, no, this was want specifically for me. For my cock. Right then I knew, no matter how many dicks Luke took, I was special. Nobody made him feel like how I could make him, because nobody loved him more than me.
Luke's pussy spread as soon as I pressed the tip against it. Fuck, it was so strong it was almost like he was sucking me in. The wet slick sounds of his pussy spreading as my spongey cockhead pressed against that nub inside him filled my ears, the only sound in this secluded part of the woods. I wanted to pause, to let Luke get a chance to adjust to my girthy cock. I've always been a bit jealous of some of the other guys on the team, even of that donkey dicked nerd Mark, but I knew when it came to girth I had them beat. Don't get me wrong, my cock wasn't short by any means, but it was so girthy it almost looked like an extra long butt plug.
Instead, Luke's pussy had a mind of its own. Without even moving my hips slightly, my cock was pulled in deeper, deeper into the folds of his tight, wet cunt. Whether consciously or subconsciously, Luke's pussy was literally sucking me in deeper, inch by inch swallowed up. I could see that vein sink into his pussy, his ring stretched out completely around my girth. With just a couple of inches left, I didn't wait for Luke's pussy to finish gobbling up my cock. I felt my cockhead hit a tight spot, his pussy unable to suck me in further.
It was time to feed my babe.
I grabbed Luke's hips and thrust with all my might, using so much force to ram those last few inches past his second hole that Luke literally slid up higher on the hood of my car. His arms shot out wide and he gripped whenever he could to steady himself. He knew I was gonna fuck him hard, that I wasn't gonna stop until he was wrecked completely.
Feeling those soft ass cheeks pressed against my pubes, the indentation in them, the way they jiggled at the slightest provocation. God, I loved it when his ass bounced. Sometimes I watched him running the bases and felt like I could cum right there from the sight of his sweet bubble in those tight pants, fat ass cheeks clapping audibly. Now I could make those cheeks clap myself.
"Does this feel good, baby?" I already knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure. I wanted to know that Luke wanted this, not his permission, but just assurance that this was right. After everything we've been through, it was almost like I was still in a dream, waiting for it all to end.
"Feels... so.... FUCKING GOOD!" There it is. Slut Luke is out now. "FUCK! JUST FUCK MY PUSSY!" Luke pushed his hips back, trying to get me even deeper inside him. He was pressed so hard against my pelvis that it was almost painful, I don't think it was even possible for me to go deeper. Once he realized that that was the case, he changed his strategy. He couldn't pull his hips forward and fuck himself on me, so instead he took to gyrating his hips, making a small circle with them, stirring up his insides with my dick.
As much as I loved making Luke come undone, it was something special when he took charge. The way my dick can make him feel, how I can unlock this part of him that he keeps hidden from everyone else. In a way, I was his master, but also he was mine, kinda. I knew I was pussy-whipped, to say the least.
The way he was churning up his pussy with my cock was getting too intense. I felt my balls start to get tight. I had to grab his hips to stop them, Luke whining like a hungry puppy when I interrupted his self-fuck on my cock. "Let me take charge, babe. I'm gonna make you squirt." I said with pure determination, the same way I'd tell the team that we were going to win each game.
Pulling out of him was excruciating pleasure. I tried to go as slow as I could, feel his pussy try so desperately to grip onto each and every inch of my cock. As just the tip remained, I tried to pull further, but to my complete surprise, Luke raised his beefy legs up and hooked them around my leaner ones to lock me in place.
"Fuck... don't pull out, please, Sammy, don't you dare fucking pull out!"
I gulped. God, how could I not love this man?
Without warning, I thrust again, slamming forward with all my might and completely sheathing my cock inside his pussy again. The time for going slow was over. I started to plough his ass, bottoming out inside his cunt, then pressing my pubes hard against his ass for good measure, moving my hips slightly to stretch him out. I pulled out, making sure to keep my cockhead inside at all times, but this time I didn't hesitate. I'd teased Luke enough. My man needed to get fucked.
I fucked him so hard that his ass cheeks were clapping together obscenely, bouncing in a way that I didn't even know was possible. They were so big that each thrust sent a ripple through them, the meat bouncing forward every time I thrust, then clapping together as I pulled out. Two massive cheeks, so big I couldn't even palm them, jiggling and bouncing like Luke was twerking, just from my dick. Watching them bounce, it was transfixing. I started to fuck him while staring at his ass, angling my hips and timing my thrusts to make them bounce as much as possible. This ass is a work of art, and I needed to show my appreciation. The clapping noises mixed with the squelching of his pussy to fill the forest with a lewd symphony, the sounds of our sex echoing.
Luke's little gasps and whines and moans were so adorable. How could somebone be both so hot and manly, but also so fucking cute and fuckable? The fact that was so masculine just made this side of him, his true side, even sexier.
"Am I doing a good job, babe? Does your pussy feel good?"
"Feels... OH FUCK!" I kept fucking him, timing my thrusts so that they punctuated every word he spoke, knocking the wind out of him prematurely. The muscles of his back flexed, his arms bulging as they gripped so hard against my car. I swear he was going to tear the hood off. "Feels so... FUCK!!... so fucking... FUUUUUUCK... god, GOOD!"
I kissed the side of his head. I didn't even have to say it. The I love you' was louder than I could ever possibly scream. I would do anything to make you happy'.
"Babe your pussy is fucking amazing. So tight and wet, gripping onto my cock like it doesn't want me to pull out. But you love every time I bottom out, when my cockhead presses deep against that spot inside your cunt. Didn't the doctor say that the exact length and girth of my cock was perfect to reach the spots you needed? It's like my dick was made for you, fits like a key to your hole."
"Uuuuuuuuh..." Luke eyes were glazed over, drool spilling over his chin. Normally I'd be pissed that he was drooling on my car, but it was already splattered with his pussy juice, so I didn't mind. I didn't know if Luke could even hear me at this point, but that just made me want to talk nasty to him more.
"Your fucking ass, the way it claps. Fuck, you're phatter than those insta-thots. None of those bitches got shit on you, babe. How the fuck is it so big, so round? Fuck it's almost unreal how big it is, but also fits you perfectly. Gotta thank the booty gods for making you so fucking STACKED!"
"Mmmmmhmmm..." Luke moaned, and his pussy gripped my dick even tighter. So he could hear me after all, and he clearly loved the dirty talk. I made a mental note to whisper the filthiest shit I could imagine into his ear every day.
"Baby... fuck, I'm getting close. Your ass is too tight, too wet. FUCK!"
"Cum... fucking cum... CUM IN ME!!" Luke roared so loud that a flock of birds burst out from the surrounding forest. Thank God we were far enough away that nobody could hear us. Hope nobody was camping nearby, otherwise they'd be an audience to the nastiest gay porno.
The slapping of my crotch against his fat ass cheeks, the clapping of those meaty cakes together, the squelch of his pussy, the moans coming from his mouth. All of it was like music to my ears.
"Baby, I'm gonna..." I looked down, and saw Luke looking at me over his shoulder. He was biting his bottom lip, his eyes pleading, saying everything it needed to say to me without a word.
`Cum in me. Breed me. I'm yours.'
"FUCK!!" I roared as bottomed out in his pussy again, my hands gripping his hips so tight that my knuckles were turning white. I came so hard that I almost blacked out, my entire body on fire with pleasure, making me full of tingles as I felt my balls empty their contents inside Luke's pussy.
Luke soon followed me, his back arching and his eyes rolling back, tongue wagging out of his mouth as he was overtaken with bliss, his pussy gripping down on my even tighter, yet somehow a splash, no, a tsunami of pussy juice sprayed all over my crotch, my lap, my car. Soaking my jeans, but oh so worth it. The way his pussy juice dripped down my hood and over the front of my car, like a waterfall, was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.
I collapsed onto Luke's broad back, trying to catch my breath. I came so hard it felt like my soul left my body. I had to pull my dick out of his pussy, not because I wanted to but because it was too sensitive right now. Luke groaned, and as soon as I popped it out, a few more globs of pussy juice dripped out, followed by a large glob of cum, so much that it almost looked like Luke's pussy was blowing a bubble. The frothy white mixture dripped so slowly over his taint, but I quickly used my finger to scoop it up and put it back inside his pussy again.
I kept my finger inside him, not even moving it, just feeling the warm confines of his cunt, feeling his pussy relax as it came down from its high. Making sure that Luke didn't spill a single drop of my cum, because I knew how badly he needed it.
Luke shifted and turned his body towards me, my finger still inside him. I wondered if it was uncomfortable, but he seemed fine. Better than fine. His face was still flushed, his cheeks shining pink, still breathing heavily, his tongue at least made its way back into his mouth. His shaggy hair clung to his forehead, soaked in sweat. His eyes weren't glassy anymore, instead heavy lidded as he was completely blissed out. I did this to him.
"That was... that was amazing, babe." I said as I joined our mouths together again. But not like before, where it was more about dominance, tongues wrestling like the way two alpha studs would arm wrestle each other. Instead, this was slow, deep, tender. I wasn't chugging beer like a drunk frat bro, I was savoring every note, every flavor like a wine taster.
I pulled away and looked down at Luke humming contently. This man I loved, I had loved for years. Finally mine. I was so overtaken with emotion that I felt my eyes tear up.
"I love you so fucking much, Luke."
Luke yawned, exhausted as we cuddled up on the hood of my car, our bodies keeping each other warm as we were still sticky with pussy juice and sweat. My head was on his chest, his powerful arms wrapped around me. We fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. His chest rose softly as his breathing leveled out.
"Love... you... too, bro," he said, exhausted.
LUKE
I couldn't believe how Sammy had grabbed my waist and slammed his thick cock into me. Every single thrust sent goosebumps down my back. The curve of his big dick hitting every sensitive spot inside, like it was molded specifically to please my pussy. I think that was the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt. Sammy's dick was fucking magic.
Our heavy breathing started to slow as we came down from our post-orgasm high. Holy fuck, how is it that every single pussygasm on Sammy's cock was better than the last? Sammy didn't have the biggest dick I've taken, but it just seemed to home in on all my most sensitive spots, and there was something else, like a warmth inside me, just a feeling of contentment and rightness and good. A feeling of, being like, wanted and safe, and loved. A realization crept up on me.
"Bro, do you think I might be gay?"
Sammy looked at me, jaw hanging open, an incredulous look plastered on his face.
"...Wha-? Jesus, Micucci, sometimes I forget how fucking dense you are."
Am I gay? I tried to remember a time when I was straight. A moment in life where I thought, Yes, women, mhmm I want that, oh yeah. I thought about all the times girls have asked me out, how it always seemed like the most boring thing I could possibly do and I tried to find any excuse to turn them down. And then I thought about how I would rather hang out with Sammy than even the hottest chick. And all the times I got lost staring at him, and would catch him staring back at me. How he made my hole twitch in hunger and need.
"Holy shit, I'm a homo," I said, stunned.
Sammy burst out laughing at my revelation, and I sooned joined him. Man, I really was a dumb jock.
Our laughter was interrupted by the twin rumbles of our stomachs. Post-sex munchies, excellent.
"You wanna get out of here and grab something to eat?" Sammy asked.
"Fine, but you're buying this time. I don't have the cash to feed your black hole of a stomach."
"Well, good thing I have enough cock to keep your black hole of an ass satisfied."
"Shut up, you love it."
"I do."
A pause.
"I love you, bro."
My entire face and body grew hot. For some reason, I got extremely nervous and my voice came out like a whisper. "I love you too, Sammy. Fuck, I really do." Saying it was like an exhale. Like speaking truth for the first time in my life. I was blown away by it, so full of emotion that my eyes started to prick.
"God, you're such a fucking drama queen, can't believe being gay never occurred to you before. Come on, let's go and refuel so I can sex you up some more."
I laughed and joined Sammy in his car. As we settled in he laid his hand over the central console and I took it in mine.
I'm kind of glad I got this big fat, wet, cock hungry bubble butt. All the inconveniences, the nonstop itching hole, the sloppy mess my pussy had made, so hungry for dick that it made me lose my fucking mind, I had thought were the worst thing ever. But in the end, it led me to this. I don't know if I would have ever been able to realize how I truly felt about Sammy if all that hadn't happened. In a way, it brought me and Sammy together.
I may be a dumb baseball jock, but even I have enough brains to know that this is something special.
EPILOGUE - MARK
Here I was, Mark Matthews, at home on a Saturday night. It was fine, though. After stopping by a few graduation parties, my social battery was pretty depleted. I just wanted to relax and recharge.
Especially since a few of them were pool parties. There was no way I'd be caught dead in a bathing suit. I shuddered at the humiliation. I could picture one of those jock assholes sneaking up behind me and pulling down
my shorts, everyone laughing at my freakish horsecock. I couldn't wait for the "Tripod" nickname to disappear.
Though being friends with Luke and Sammy had changed things. One of the jocks, Leo, was still an ass to me. But Sammy had stood up and defended me a few times, and now that I had Luke on my side I felt like things were finally going my way.
I flipped through my Insta feed, and stopped at a selfie of Luke and Sammy. They looked so fucking happy. I sighed dreamily, it really did seem like they were made for each other. I wish I could have a relationship like that.
A part of me still stung from the rejection. I understood why Luke didn't want to be with me. But I couldn't also help but feel like the hottest jock in school had blown off the scrawny science nerd. In real life, the nerd doesn't get the quarterback. Or catcher, in this case. It really felt like stuff like that only happened in movies and stories.
I knew the kind of guys I was attracted to. It just felt like the hot jocks with big fat bubble butts would never fall for me. Sure, some of them might have whatever Luke has, that new disease that makes his asshole all wet and hungry for cum, but those would just be hookups. I didn't want to be some jock's glorified dildo. I wanted what Luke and Sammy had, something real.
I did have a little bit of hope going into college. Maybe I will find someone. But it wasn't like I was going to have time to date. My major, Chemical Engineering, was incredibly difficult. It was so hard, in fact, that there was an entire dorm just for Engineering students, so we could focus on our studies without any distractions, parties, or eye candy. Luckily all the athletes had their own separate dorm.
I had to focus on my studies. I couldn't be slacking off. Maybe once I got into a good graduate program, then I could focus on guys. It wasn't like I was gonna have many options anyways. My dick is so big I'm pretty sure only guys with Luke's condition would be able to take me, and that disease is incredibly rare.
What's the chance of me even running into one guy with a wet hole who could take my monster cock?
There was no way that would happen.
COMING SOON...
"MARK IN MEAT HALL"
Luke and Sammy's story will continue in
"LUKE'S BIG BUTT ON CAMPUS"