The Crossing - Recompense

Chapter 3

Alex’s entire body shuddered, succeeded by a series of violent contractions; holding his balls in my right hand I could feel the scrotum reduce in size, drawing the walnut sized glands up and close to his body. The sphincter muscle clamped around my forearm, which was continuing to probe his most intimate recess with curious abandon. Alex’s large appendage grew noticeably larger as I caressed him with my tongue; the head distending monstrously as it filled with excess blood, a noticeable precursor to his impending release. He twitched excitedly as I gently sucked him deeper into my willing mouth, anticipating the coming climax. Quickly thrusting his hips forward, forcing the back of my head into the towel, Alex repeated stabbed at my parted lips until viscous, warm, salty fluid gushed over my tongue and coursed down the back of my throat. I swallowed hungrily as, grasping the back of my head and sheathing his full length, he continued to pump load after load into my eager mouth. He clutched my head to him lodging his twelve inches, and change, in my throat. Holding his body motionless, except for the spasmodic contractions of his abdominal and gluteus muscles, he tossed copious amounts of thick goo directly down my esophagus.

The feeling of his warm thick cum slowly sliding, in waves, down my throat into my stomach, was exhilarating. As he started to pull out I gently reached up and stroked the soft tissue at the base of the scrotum where the nerve ganglia lie. He instantly responded, with a nice squirt down my throat. The Pièce de résistance came when I inserted two fingers into his rectum, messaging the posterior protrusion of the prostate, tenderly sucking his semi erect monster. Alex twitched as I applied pressure to the sensitive little mound; his abs and thighs tensing reflexively, back arching with a soft groan, as a sizable quantity of viscous salty fluid dribbled onto my waiting tongue.

Alex collapsed and rolled onto his side, but determined to get every drop of cum he had left, I rolled him on his back and continued suck his semi-erect member; pressing the base of the scrotum and running a fingertip along the length of the rapidly collapsing shaft, while milking him for every drop.

Enthralled by taste and texture of his flesh, I sucked the juicy piece of flaccid meat into my mouth, rolling it between my lips and playfully tonguing the small slit. In my enjoyment and fascination, I caressed the delightfully malleable flesh for some time, savoring the delicious consistency of the soft, loose, folds of skin. Drawing Alex’s testicles into my eager mouth, I sucked the soft ovals vigorously, rolling them around, using my tongue for position. Releasing the little jewels and parting my lips, I inhaled his slack tool, slowly sucking the pink gelatinous article, teasing the slit with my tongue. As I lovingly fondled my friend, orally, I became aware of his rapidly expanding erection. Pleased that he was rising to the occasion, I carefully slipped two fingers in him, and did my very best to eat him alive. Suddenly he offered, “My God you are good! You have the most fantastic mouth, sweet cheeks! My dick is hard again, in record time!” he announced, excitedly. He was indeed, rock hard and ready to play again.

Alex sat up pulling my mouth from his hardness, instructing me to sit on the bench facing him instead of lying down. “Now, put your heels on the edge of the bench with your back against the wall,” he instructed, “and relax.”

In that position, my cheeks were resting on the lip of the bench with my legs spread wide apart, knees up, and all but my heels hanging over the lip. In order to get my heels on the bench, I was forced to place them very far apart, which spread my thighs almost to their fullest extent. Alex picked up the rolled towel and placed it behind my head for comfort, then retrieved the bottle of lotion, setting it on the floor underneath the bench. Stepping back, he looked at my body for a long time, as if I were a menu item. His wandering gaze made me a bit self-conscious as he looked over every inch of my exposed skin, until finally, his big blue eyes fixed on mine, his expression blank.

“You’ve been so content on pleasing me you lost that rock hard erection!” he pointed out, smiling broadly, “We’ll have to do something about that!” he teased.

That was mostly true, but sitting there following his lecherous expression was going a long way to reviving my former interest, as he quietly caressed me with his eyes,. The simple fact was that I had no idea what he was going to do and sitting on that bench with only a breeze between us, literally, was a damned uncomfortable feeling. My thoughts were contradictory to what my body was saying, and I still couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that I had just fucked my best friend. And, enjoyed it! Regardless, you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to yourself, and I really wanted this! Or else, that gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach, that had it in one big knot, was a figment of my imagination. Like I said, no clue here about what was in store, but even so, I really wasn’t prepared for what he did next.
Alex knelt between my outstretched legs, and sitting back on his calves, he leaned forward and gently kissed the inside of my left knee.

His warm feathery breath clung sensually to the smooth tender surface of the inside curvature of my knee, preceding the delicate, almost imperceptible nibbles that accompanied the faint traces of vacuity; his lips pursed delicately as they danced frivolously over the sensitive erogenous zone. The pointed and sustained consideration that Alex afforded this particular spot, and the manner in which he gingerly scrutinized the delicate recess, sent bolts of electricity streaking up my thigh, finding purchase in the furthermost recess of my groin. Scintillating warmth flared; first goading, and then supplanting my previously lackadaisical demeanor with a burgeoning hunger.

My friend continued his assault on the tender nerve endings, and with his forefinger, lightly traced the outermost rim of my little puckered button. Unconsciously, I shifted my hips, and using my legs, arched the small tight entrance upward to meet his flirtatious digit. His finger flitted about my little opening for the longest time, darting out and around the edge, then bouncing blithely short of the center, before pausing for the briefest moment, and resuming; hinting at a brief, unspoken promise of some mysterious and exhilarating gratification to come. The small fingertip conveying this new found titillation briefly vanished, only to find my puckered button once again, and with increased vigor.

Alex’s cool, silkily moist fingertip again playfully circled and teased my increasingly receptive aperture. A slick wet coating clung to the surface of my small puckered entrance as his finger explored the entirety of the outer recess. The slick, thick substance heightened the tactile sensation his teasing digit produced, as it glided effortlessly over its brown ridged exterior. Increasingly, his finger returned to the center, ever so lightly pressing the apex of the small button, before flitting away, as if mocking my anxiety over the mounting lack of fulfillment. My pulse raced, and stomach tightened, with his maddening manipulation of the, until quite recently, unexplored niche. A bloom of heat pulsated between my quivering thighs, billowing up in a pervasive swell of uncomfortable anticipation, and within seconds my masculinity had bounced back from semi-consciousness to rock hard avidity. I watched as my long thick shaft throbbed and bobbed, anticipatory, before his eyes. The vision of my quivering flesh inches from his face, as he knelt piously before me, brought a wicked glint to Alex’s eyes. Raising an eyebrow approvingly, he grinned, licking his lips anxiously as I squirmed with nervous anticipation.

“No, don’t move, just sit where you are and relax.” He instructed, in a patient tone.
“Okay! I just feel so good I can’t help it!” I asserted, frustrated.
“Well, just try not to move, the anticipation is the best part, so do the best you can. You’ll enjoy it more.”, he added.

Continuing to circle my very sensitive opening, Alex proceeded to lick and nibble the inside of my other thigh. It’s amazing how little things can be so sensual when someone knew how to apply them. As much as I tried to remain still, he was driving me crazy with that foreplay and my groin had progressed from a warm tingle to a high voltage hum; below the waist, my entire body was a quivering mass of undulating desire and heat. Inching up the inside of my right thigh, Alex nibbled and kissed the tender skin as far up as he could go without touching my painfully aching cock. Moving to the tender taut skin of my left thigh, he painstakingly worked his way to the soft curve between my legs, and then down to my knee again. Resting my head against the rolled towel, I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure of his touch.