A friend in dire need...

Now it was I who was breathless and I sank back, and he lifted himself from my cock and rolled to lie beside me.
“Gorgeous!” I said. “A wonderful fuck!”
“Certainly was,” he agreed. “Love the feel of you in my ass. Love the feel of your hot cum squirting into me.”
I reached over and filled our glasses.
“A little rest,” I suggested, “ and then we’ll find something else to do.”
He nodded his agreement and we half lay, half sat against the pillows and relaxed with our drinks.
At one point he bent forward and his fingers eased my cock from my pants. He took me in his mouth and I felt him sucking me. But it was much too soon to get hard again. He resumed his position against the pillows and smiled at me.

“Just tasting the last drops of your cum,” he explained, “and anything else that I could.”
I guessed what he meant. There could only be one other thing he could taste on my cock.
“Nice?” I asked.
“Oh, yes!” he answered. “Just enough to taste but not too much.”
I opened the top of my pants and looked at my sleeping cock. Most of it was brown and there was brown on the front of my pants too, mixing with the cum.
“Well, you didn’t taste all of it,” I said.
“Oh no. Saving it for later,” he grinned.
We lay for a while and sipped our drinks.
“Do you wear those clothes outside?” he asked me.
“Usually,” I told him. “I try to wear them all the time. I have other things I like to wear, slips, bloomers, holdups like yours.”
He nodded. “We’re so much the same,” he said. “I wear my stuff whenever I can. It’s rare that I don’t have any of it on.” He sighed. “It’s so nice to find a like-minded person.”
I nodded and we relaxed for a while.
Eventually I asked,” What do you want to do now?”
“I know exactly what I want to do,” he answered firmly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Waiting for me?”

He looked at me seriously.
“It’s decision time, I’m afraid,” he said. “If you’re okay with my, er, desires. Or not. In which case I’ll go to the bathroom. I’m struggling to hold everything in here.”
“Aah. I see.” I paused. I thought about what he wanted to do. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to do it.
“Do it,” I told him, equally firmly.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Sure? Once it’s done, it’ll be too late to change your mind.”
“Do it,” I said again.
He nodded and rolled over to squat on the bed, his legs astride me as I lay beneath him.
“Put your hand on my ass,” he said.
I reached between his legs, feeling that huge cock, soft now, rub against my arm as I curved my hand round under his pants to place my palm against his cheeks.
He closed his eyes and there was a pause. Then I felt something gently pushing against my palm and I realised with a thrill of erotic pleasure that he had let go and was emptying himself, filling his pants with my cum, and his own brown stuff. The pressure grew as he expelled everything he had. A warm bulge nestled in my hand, soft, squashy and unbelievable erotic. He pushed himself against my hand and I felt it all move inside his pants, squashing against his skin. I felt him tense as he used his muscles to push the last remainder out of himself and my hand filled again as he finally opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

“Nice,” I admitted. “The feel of all your shit inside your pants is nice.” I massaged the bulge gently and he closed his eyes again, this time in pleasure.
“Use your fingers to pull it down inside my pants,” he instructed. “I want to feel it on my balls.”
I did so, gently easing and teasing the huge bulge down into the crotch of his pants, massaging it against his balls and teasing it further round to the front of his silky pants, not so white now, but soft and erotic against my fingers. His cock once again began to grow hard as I teased his warm brown stuff round onto his cock.
He lowered himself gently until his ass was resting against my own soft cock and I felt the shit against me through my pants, warm, soft, squashy and to my surprise I felt my own cock getting hard yet again. He rubbed himself back and forth a couple of times, spreading his packet over his own balls and cock, inside those soft pants.
“Yeeeeessss!” he breathed. Rubbing against my cock, getting hard again itself, made him hard too and the tip of his cock, covered as it was with his own brown stuff, began to protrude outside the waistband of his pants.
The feel of his full pants and the feel of him rubbing against me had succeeded in bringing me to a full erection again. He reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, wanking me gently.
Suddenly he moved, turning completely round and kneeling in front of me, facing the foot of the bed.
“Put your cock in my pants!” he urged me. “Fuck my pants! Push it in my full pants and cum!”

I knelt up behind him and pulled my cock out from the top of my own pants. It was hard, and still mostly brown from being inside his ass. The thought of pushing it deep into his pants and being surrounded by all that brown warmth was amazing and I lunged forward, pushing my cock feverishly into the leg of his pants and feeling my cock slide into that incredible bulge of warmth. It made me so hard it was almost painful and I wanted to cum immediately.

“Fuck my pants!” he said again urgently. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my shit and cum into it! Make it even softer and wetter! I want to feel your cock against mine, and my balls!”
And I pounded at him hard because it was better than I could ever have imagined and I wanted to stay there and feel all that warm brown shit around my cock for ever but I wanted to cum too because I was bursting, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me as I thrust into his pants and let my hot cream shoot into them. The warmth in his pants squashed against me as I thrust at him and I felt the heat of my own cum as it mixed with the shit and surrounded my cock.
I gasped and gasped as I fucked his pants and it was heavenly. Finally I finished and I sagged against him, completely spent.
He turned round to face me again, still kneeling over me and began to wank himself through his pants.

“Oh, it’s so nice!” he breathed, his eyes gleaming. “To have my pants full, to know your cum is in there too, to feel my own shit on my cock as I hold it, it’s just so nice!”
He wanked himself hard, and again I marvelled at the size of his huge cock, straining in his own hand, covered with his soft brown stuff which I could see was acting as a lubricant too. His hand was grasping his cock hard, but sliding easily up and down its length. He paused and massaged some more of his packet up from the crotch of his pants and onto his cock.
“Yes!” he breathed again. “Yes!”
And suddenly he turned round once more, facing my feet and pushing his body backwards. He lay forward and I felt him at the waist of my own pants. His cock thrust inside them, touching my own which was still sensitive and made me jerk. I felt his hand still wanking himself inside my pants as his hard cock rubbed against mine. I felt him fetch more of his brown load and push it into the front of my pants and then he withdrew his hand and jerked back and forth as he fucked my pants, his cock thrusting against mine and pushing out the crotch of my pants as he slid back and forth in the soft brown shit that nestled against my cock.
He gave a huge jerk and stayed thrust forwards and I felt his hot cum gush from him into my pants, saturating them and covering my cock and his in white creamy stickiness which mixed with the soft brown stickiness that was already there. He let out a huge groan as he came, once, twice, three times and still more of his hot cum squirted into my pants. It ran down onto my balls and I felt it on my thighs as it leaked out from the elastic at the legs.

Finally he relaxed against me, his cock still buried inside my pants.
“Oh, God! God!” was all he could manage to gasp.
His ass was just in front of me as he lay gasping on me and I gently massaged his cheeks through the soft silk of his pants, persuading the last remaining brown stuff trapped inside them to slide down to his rosebud. I rubbed at his hole gently and he pushed backwards against my finger a little.
“Yes! That too, soon!” he murmured.
Finally he sat up, rolled off me and lay beside me.
“Where’s my drink?” he enquired. “I really need a rest after that!”
And so we lay, recovering after our sex and sipping at our drinks as our heart rates slowed and our breathing became normal again.
After a while he glanced at my pants, then at me. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.
“I suppose….is there a chance you might…..?” he trailed off and looked at my pants again.
I thought about it. I could feel a pressure inside me. I thought it very likely. Did I want to? Yes.
“I think it’s quite likely, quite soon,” I said.
His eyes glowed in expectation of pleasure to come.
“Let me know when it’s time,” he said. “I want to enjoy every second of it when you do it!”
“Right now,” I said, “I need to pee.”
“In my pants!” he said immediately. “On top of me and go inside the leg and let it all go on me!”
So now I rolled over to lie on him, holding my cock and pushing it inside his pants leg.
“Are you sure?” I asked him. “I think there might be quite a lot.”
“I’m sure,” he said positively. “Are you sure about your bed?”
“Sheets can be washed,” I answered, and without more ado I let myself go and felt my hot piss gush out into his pants. His eyes closed again and he just kept breathing ‘yes!’ quietly as he felt my flow soak into his pants and his shit and my cum. I was right. There was a lot of it. I felt it soaking into my own pants too, and the feeling was very erotic and sexy.
“Yes!” he repeated, again and again. “More! Beautiful! So hot! Wonderful!”

Eventually I finished and withdrew my cock and lay back beside him. His eyes remained closed but his hand went to his pants and he massaged his cock through them, squelching in the wetness and the brownness and rubbing it over his pants as much as he could. Then he did the same to me, rubbing my pants and holding my cock through the material, massaging his own cum and my piss into a glorious wet, sticky mixture that I could feel on my skin and on my cock.
We were silent for a while, enjoying the feelings. Idly I reached over and rubbed his cock gently again.
“I love you doing that,” he said. “It’s so nice when someone else holds your cock and wanks you.”
“What do you want to do now?” I asked. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. “Do you want me to wank you until you cum and shoot your cum on me, into your pants, or into my cock and balls, or do you want me to roll over so that you can push your cock into me and fuck my ass?”
“I want to fuck you!” he said with a guttural growl. “Very much! Wank my cock a bit!”
I reached for his cock and began to rub him slowly to make him erect yet again. It wasn’t instantaneous, but it didn’t take long. Gradually his huge cock, wet, glistening and quite brown from our previous exploits, began to show itself above the waist of his pants, equally wet and brown now.

“I’ll sit on you,” I told him. I wasn’t going to do this any other way at first. If his enormous length and girth was going to slide into my ass I wanted to control how it happened.
He nodded, and pulled his cock free of his pants. Again it stood, a ramrod hard pole and I moved to straddle him. He reached up, rubbed my cock and massaged my balls for a moment then pulled aside the leg of my wet, brown pants. Gently I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his rod probing at my cheeks. He guided it to my rosebud and I felt a twinge of worry. I really wanted to feel his cock fucking me but I was still dubious about being able to accept that huge gleaming rod in me. I lowered myself a little more and now the tip of his cock was pushing at my rosebud, straining to enter. I’ve long since learnt that the best way to accept something in the ass is push out as if emptying yourself, not clench your buttocks, which is the natural reaction and tightens everything up. So I closed my eyes and pushed outwards, moving a little lower at the same time. I felt his hands moving and guessed that he was lubricating his length, either with the wet piss in our pants, or perhaps some of the brown packet that nestled within. His hands reached up and gently grasped my hips easing me downwards and now I felt that huge rod pushing my muscle aside and sliding slowly into me. It felt huge, enormous. It was huge. Gradually he slid further into me and I could feel every inch of him as his cock gradually probed further and further into my ass.
“Oh, that’s nice!” he murmured. “I can feel heat, and wetness. I think you’re full!”

I thought I was too. The feel of his member in me made me want to expel, and I knew that as soon as he withdrew I would have to.
By now I could feel the tip of him deep inside me and pushing at the top of my bowels. I was just about to say ‘enough, I can’t take any more’, when he breathed out a long sigh.
“I’m in you,” he said, almost wonderingly. “I’m right inside you and it’s gorgeous!”
Gently I moved up and down, and whatever it was that was lubricating us worked, because I could feel him sliding easily inside me as I moved. He pushed his hips upwards to meet my movements. His hands were still grasping my hips, working me up and down on his length. His movements became more urgent, faster, his upward heaves more thrusting and each time I felt that magnificent cock slide deep within my asshole.
“God, that’s so good!” he breathed. “Fucking you is just so nice!”
Now he was really heaving at me and his hands were pulling me down onto his length more urgently.
“I wish we could do this doggy style!” he gasped.
“If you come out, I shall have to let go,” I warned him.
“Roll over with me,” he pleaded, and stopped his movements, staying buried as deep as he could inside me.

Gently and carefully we both rolled to one side, making sure that he stayed inside me. He supported his weight on one hand as I drew my knees up and managed to get in a kneeling position. He straightened himself behind me and again his hands grasped my hips, now pulling me backwards onto him.
“Oh, yes!” he gasped. “Now I want to fuck you and fuck you!” And he began to move again, thrusting at me and sliding almost his entire length in and out of me without ever actually allowing himself to withdraw.
“Oh, that is just heaven!” he gasped, quite loudly it seemed to me. “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your lovely, wet, tight, full ass!” And he thrust harder and deeper and I really wanted to expel him and everything I had, but there was no way I could do that while he was still thrusting his huge cock inside my man-cunt, filling me to the exclusion of all else.
“Let me rape you!” he gasped.

And without more ado he pounded at me so hard that each movement sent me forward onto the pillows. I could feel his huge balls banging against me as he thrust and pounded and pushed every inch of that huge, magnificent cock as hard and as deep as he possibly could into my ass hole. He started to talk, muttering to himself rather than me.
“I love being in your ass! My cock is filling your ass and I can feel all your shit surrounding it as I fuck you! And it’s nice to fuck you hard! I’m raping you! I’m fucking your tight ass and I’m going to fill you with my cum! I’m going to shoot all my hot cream into your ass, into your shit and I’m going to fill you so full when I cum---”