Brads House II

When morning came, his mouth was on me, before I even knew it. I was hard as brick and I needed to piss, but his mouth and hand worked me fast. Before I was fully conscious I unloaded my hot cum into his mouth. At first I barely remembered the night before, and then it began to return, the memory of his length and girth sliding inside me. Even as the hot cum popped out of my cock into his throat, I was wishing for his cock in my ass. I wondered if this is how a girl feels the next morning -- except for the blowjob -- happy but already missing the cock that rang all the bells the night before.

He sucked it all out of me, every drop, and then before I could even touch him, he smiled at me, and he was gone. He pulled on shorts and a tee shirt, and with a smile he moved out the bedroom door, closing it behind him. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was not yet seven in the morning, but the sunlight was streaming in from the east, over the ocean.

My body was too relaxed, too satisfied ... the bed was soft and comfortable. Suddenly I remembered how much I needed to piss, and I went to the toilet. My cock was still half hard, and pissing felt almost as good as cumming in his mouth. Lazily, I returned to his big bed, hoping he'd come back, still wet on my balls with his saliva. As the thoughts of the night passed quickly through my mind I fell asleep again, for another hour, half asleep and half remembering his cock throbbing inside me, his hot cum squeezing out around his cock and balls where they opened my asshole.

Nine in the morning I woke up again fully, rummaged for a pair of clean boxers and a tee shirt, hoping he wouldn't mind me borrowing because the alternative was putting on my same shorts from the night before. His clothing smelled clean but also bore his scent. As I pulled his tee shirt over my head I smelled him, and I remembered him on me, remembered his size inside me. My god, I realized I was already missing his physical presence, already wanting him inside me again.

By the time I got downstairs, it was clear that he was moving someone out, someone who'd been in one of those other bedrooms the night before. They were loading a rental truck, three of them, Brad and another guy and a girl. Brad remembered my name, introduced me to them. Their names don't matter now because they were leaving, moving out, roommates I guess. Brad explained they were moving to Boston, and I volunteered to help with the load (after putting my pants and shoes on). By around two we waved them goodbye.

Brad and I were alone again, and just like buddies we agreed we were ravenous, ordered pizza and then cleaned up the house from the night before. It was fun actually, we hit some tequila shots, played music loud and kept the Sunday games on the tube. But as twilight fell I have to say I was hoping we'd fuck again, and that's when he dropped the bomb. Mike would be back tonight late, he said, from the airport. He and Mike weren't lovers, he told me (it was a white lie) but they had an agreement: they lived together as roommates, and any lovers -- especially same sex lovers -- would be very discreet.

I read between the lines, writing on the wall, and decided to excuse myself before Mike got home. I immediately tried to seem indifferent, tried to call a cab, but Brad offered to drop me at my apartment. I relaxed about the whole thing, LOL, and he fucked my lights out again. My god, how the hell do I cum from being fucked in the ass, my cock only half hard and barely touched. Goddammit, like a river, his dick sliding up inside me brought me off so hard I squirted a big puddle of hot cum on myself that he proceeded to smear across me like hot butter on a bagel, dripping off the sides of my hips onto the sheets as he sucked my tongue into his mouth and shot his load inside me ... god almighty damn. My heels up high in the air, I cried like a baby as he came inside my ass, oh god he was fucking me like a little bitch slut, shit, his cock was magic inside me, full of hot cum emptying into my ass.

I went home alone that night, my asshole spread open raw but happy. I resigned myself to the weekend as unique, didn't expect a replay. Next two weekends I hooked up with the girl I'd been fucking regularly, all same except I was more fervent on her, pushed her for anal and she complied grudgingly. The first time she acted like I'd killed her, the next time she started making happy noises, and then by the second weekend she was telling me, Put it in my ASS Baby!!!

I knew how she felt. Thursday, two and a half weeks later, my phone rang and it was Brad. He had a suggestion, and offer, that piqued my interest ... to say the least.