A LONG DISTANCE GIFT
"Oh, a package."
I pick up the orange box that have been under the doorstep of the apartment. I shake it near my ear. I can tell there is only one item inside.
I look at the name that is written on the box. "Wyeth Grit." And then under it I read, "From Lady Geneva." I laugh. I decide to take it with me inside.
Upon opening the door, I find my roommate sitting on the sofa, watching Netflix on the television while drinking soda.
I raise the box and declare, "hey. Didn't you know that there's a package here for you?"
Wyeth's eyes widen, "oh shit! I didn't notice that! Give me that!"
I throw the box to him. He catches it. He reads the writings. He looks flustered.
I grin, "so, who is this Lady Geneva? Another cougar you're playin'?" I joke.
"Shut up, Blane," he grumbles as he put the box away.
I laugh.
Wyeth has been my friend for the longest time that I can remember. We had been classmates in high school. We have stayed in this apartment since college. We went to different universities, but within the same city. Eventually, we were able to find jobs in the city, so we never left the apartment and had been roommates ever since.
"You're just jealous because you're too busy with your job to get pussy," he mocks me.
I roll my eyes, "I'm happy being single, than put my cock in prehistoric vagina." Then I point to the box, "so what's inside."
"None of your business, man," he snaps.
Ever since my friend discovered his charm for older ladies, he used them to his advantage. At first, he would go on dates with local women and ask them to buy him things. Most of his relationships with older women were short lived.
Then he decided to make it his side business. He started actively seeking foreign sugar mommies online. I would cringe every time I catch him flirting with old women on Facetime.
But did he get luxurious stuff from the old rich ladies that took interest in him. And he did not really have to have a romantic relationship with him. Everything was transactional from the get go.
I am so close to calling Wyeth a prostitute, but he is still a full time employee as a files manager at a law office. And he might just say I'm jealous of all the perks he's been getting with whatever lifestyle he has.
"Why do you look so guilty," I taunt him, "when you get your stuff you always open them in front of me and brag your new gadget or designer shoes."
"Tch. Just mind your own business, Blane. I'm watching TV!" he responds angrily.
I shrug. "Chill Wyeth. What's up with you today?!"
I drop my bags on another side of the sofa. I yawn and stretch. It's rewarding to be an accountant, in a large outpatient psychiatric and counseling unit, but it's just so damn tiring. I relax as I watch comedy with him.
Then Wyeth stands up, "hey you want something to drink? I'm going to the kitchen to get beer."
"Yeah. Get me a can."
Then he walks out.
My eyes quickly dart to the box. My curiosity about the package grows because of his reluctance to open it. I decide to get it and quickly open the box.
"HOLY SHIT!" I bellow when I find out what's inside.
"FUCK YOU BLANE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THAT!" I hear Wyeth growl.
He storms into the living area and seizes the uncovered box from me.
"What the fuck is that?! Why did she send you a fucking dildo?!" I ask in shock.
His face was furious, "and why should I tell you?! You did nothing but make fun of my fetishes!" Then he started walking away.
I stand and rush to him, I hold his arm to stop him, "okay. Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I won't judge you. But if you don't tell me, I'll just think you're crazy. I really wanna know. Because I am honestly worried for you. You chase old women for money, some of them married. And now you have a dildo? Do you have another secret life that you're not telling me?"
Wyeth sighed. "No, I'm not crazy-- it's just-- if I tell you, you promise not to judge me?"
I hold up my hands, "I promise. I won't be an ass."
We both sit down on the sofa. Our emotions quell down.
"Okay this Lady Geneva. She's from Norway. We met in-- yeah-- well you know the sites I go to to search for my ladies," Wyeth explains, "and she's really sexy, man. And she's soooo fucking loaded. Like she literally owns a castle. And she gives me so much money."
I butt in, "then why are we still in this medium sized apartment?"
"I'm saving for Law School. You know that," he answers, "anyways, she is also like-- the kinkiest lady I've been with. She likes to dominate me and stuff--"
"--Eeeek."
Wyeth glares at me, "fuck you. Now you're judging me."
"I'm just fucking surprised okay. So... again. Explain that dildo."
"She wants me to use it... on my ass..." he mutters, embarrassed. "And she'll pay me like ten thousand bucks or more."
I raise my eyebrow. "And you're gonna do it?"
"Didn't you hear? Ten thousand dollars!"
"You didn't answer me." Then I pointed to the box that had the image of a flesh colored dildo with the label "seven inches" on it. "You're willing to fuck yourself with that?"
"I'd eat your ass for ten thousand dollars," he replied sarcastically, "I bet you'll do worse things if you get offered the same amount."
"Nah. Won't go that low to get high." Of course that was a lie. Who knows what I'll do if someone offers me a huge sum of money?
"Look, you're not the one who's gonna put a dick in his ass. It's me. And it's not even a dick. It's just a sex toy," he explains further, "and it's not like I'm gonna be ass-playing in front of you."
"Yeah, but I can hear you moaning in your room sometimes," I retort.
He sighs. "Okay, I'll schedule my calls with Lady Geneva when you're not here. Happy now? I don't care if you judge me. I need the money. I don't think silicone in my ass will make me a faggot and make me rape you. I'm doing this for women okay?"
I hold up my hands, "okay fine. I'll let you be. You do you. I'm just saying, you don't really need to screw yourself so much because of these fleeting women. I've heard stories of sex addicts patients at work ending up in deep therapy because it really ruined their lives."
He taps my shoulder. "I'll be okay. Okay?"
"Okay. Just-- if this sideline or hobby or fetish of yours starts to mess you up, let me know, I can hook you up with counselors at work," I tell him.
He smiles. "Thanks dude. You've been always judge-y about my life choices, but I know you care."
I get the fallen can and open it, "just don't go gay on me when you found out you like plugging your ass with cock."
"Fuck you. This is just going to be a one time thing okay? I'm just gonna get the money and then throw this stupid thing away," says Wyeth. He picks the box and start marching to his room to keep it.
I sip on the can then shout, "just don't you your ass plugging session when I'm here."
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Sunday morning, three days after.
I wake up early to jog. I return to the house to cook breakfast.
While frying eggs, I hear the door from Wyeth's room open. He walks out and comes to the dinner table wearing a white tank top and his gray briefs. His hair is a mess. His face crumpled in a mix of frustration and disappointment. He walks funny.
"You look terrible," I tell him as I start placing the eggs on a plate to serve.
He holds his head, "ugh. Fuck. The dildo was so fucking painful. Shit." He tries to sit, "aw! OUCH!"
"Oh shit. So you already tried it?" I ask him.
"Yeah. Last night. Geneva and I did it online. She watched me impale myself on that wretched thing. I didn't want to go through with it but she already wired me the money. Ugh. It's a good think I didn't bleed but fuck it my ass is so sooore!" he complains.
I want to feel sorry for him but a laugh escapes my mouth instead.
He darts an angry stare at me, "nice going Blane. Real sympathetic."
I choke stopping myself from chuckling, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't believe you really went through with it."
"If it really weren't for the cash. I would not have done it. I feel injured. I feel like hell," he exclaims remorsefully.
"We have a stash of Tylenol in the medicine cabinet," I say as I serve him the foods that I cooked, "and eat up. You're gonna need energy to heal."
"Yeah. I don't think I'll have energy to go to the gym with you today," he grumbles, "ugh. I'll just stay in bed, I think."
"So, what are you gonna do now? You still gonna hook up virtually with that Lady Geneva of yours?" I inquire.
He shakes his head firmly, "uh-uh. No way. After we were done last night, I firmly told her that I am cutting our ties. If she was okay with me writhing in pain for her viewing pleasure, god knows what else she'll do for her creepy kinks." Then he munched on a toast. "And I'm fucking throwing away that fucking dildo. I really wonder how the gays do it. Ugh."
"Yeah. Maybe you should stick to your other ladies who aren't as crazy as her," I advise.
"Nah. Maybe I'm just gonna rest for a little bit from whoring myself out to rich women," he says. "I've enough savings anyways. Maybe I could just use that to-- I don't know, begin a start-up? Or maybe start finding a decent law school."
"Yeah, that's a good idea," I agree with him, "I don't want you turning this place into a BDSM sex den."
"Yeah whatever. You're just a workaholic man who can't get laid because he's too busy!" he snaps back.
We just laugh at each other and continue our breakfast.
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Wednesday afternoon, three days later.
I return home early that day. I unlock the front door and get shocked upon opening it.
"HOLY SHIT!" I bellow.
"AGGHH OOHHH BLANE I'M SORRY SHIIT OHHH OHHH! SHIIIIIT! AAAAAHHH!"
Wyeth is on the sofa. He is completely naked. His right hand is on his hard member. His left hands two fingers are inside his asshole. In front of him is the television playing porn. The woman is being fucked by two men. One dick is in her ass. The other is in her pussy.
And coincidentally, I opened the door at the exact moment of his orgasm. I watch his body writhed and shuddered as large blasts of cum fired from his engorged cock and splattered on his well-built pectorals and abs. His face paints a mixture of expressions of embarrassment and elation.
"What the hell are you doing, Wyeth?!" I demand, still flabbergasted at what I just witnessed.
He tries to turn away from me but his hand is still not moving away from his cock and ass, "what the fuck?! Why are you home so early?!"
"It's the boss's birthday! He gave us a half day work-free bonus!" I respond irritably, "how about you?! Why aren't you at work?!"
"I'm off today! SHIT!" he shouts.
I point at his bottom, "are you fucking fingering yourself?"
He panics, "what?! No-- I?!" He immediately pulls his fingers out. There were three inside. His hole is open and gaping-- and hairless. Just like the rest of his crotch.
"And you're shaving your groin now?" I ask with a heavy tone.
"Damn it! I was just jacking off! We've seen each other naked before! What's the big deal about it?!" he retaliates.
"And you really had to do it on the sofa?!"
"I didn't know you were coming! I was gonna clean up! I do this all the time!"
In the middle of our heated exchange, I could not take my eyes away from his pinkish pucker in the middle of his well formed muscled ass. It winks at me, like it's inviting me to do something to it. It looks like a wet pussy to me.
While it is true that I have seen Wyeth naked many times before, especially we have been gym buddies since high school, and maybe have shared circle jerk offs with friends when we were younger, but seeing him in today in a solo sexual bliss, showered by cum all over his body is just so different. My heart races.
I shake my head trying to shake the thought. "I'll take a shower. Please clean up. And let's just talk about this later."
Then I march into our shared bathroom, take my clothes off and let the cold water flow onto my body-- hopefully to dissipate whatever weird heat that is already starting from my insides.
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But we never really got to talk about it. After that extremely awkward situation, we rarely saw each other. We had our respective jobs. And whenever he was home, Wyeth would just lock himself inside his bedroom, with loud lo-fi music blasting until midnight. Maybe he is still embarrassed by that awkward situation.
Of course, I know that what happened would not really mar our friendship. But I think some time apart would help me too. I have been overly scandalized by my last images of him. Sometimes, my mind replays his gaping hole like a gif. I never really think anything worrying about it. Maybe it's all just part of the trauma of being unprepared to see my friend fingering himself and cumming, and also not getting any sex from a girl in almost a month as I am always busy and tired because of work.
Friday. Two days after the incident. I do not have the energy to party as my body has been craving for sleep as that week have been hellish at work.
I knock first before I enter. I don't want to catch him in any form of shocking act again. I do not hear anything from the other side of the door. I assume that it must be safe. When I come in, I immediately hear the lo fi music coming from Wyeth's room. He must already be at home.
I decide to walk to the bathroom to take a shower. However, when I get in there I am shocked by an object that is suctioned on the wall in front of the shower.
It's the dildo that was delivered to him. It was wobbling there.
"I thought he threw this away already?" I whisper to myself.
This is the first time I have seen a dildo in the flesh-- and it really is made of flesh. Damn. I can't believe Wyeth put this in him for money. But what is this doing here? My first suspicion is that he is using this to a girl.
But I remember his gaping hole again. I remember how his three fingers probed his own hole a few seconds before he came when I entered the house two days ago. I remember how he kept fingering it even if he finished his orgasm.
Is he still using this on himself?
I am appalled by the sex toy dangling in the space where I am supposed to wash my body. But I am more curious now. It is more lifelike than I imagined. I come closer-- cautious, as if it is a snake that is about to bite me.
My dick is six inches. I remember the label in the box this dildo came in: seven inches. Mentally, I compare the length of my dick with the toy dick in front of me. I am awed at the difference that an inch can do. And also, this dildo suctioned on the wall is much thicker than my member.
I wrap my fingers around its girth. It's so life like. It's like I'm handling an actual cock.
My other hand fumbles through my own pants. I open the fly of my pants. I reach inside my briefs and feel my own cock. I try to make a comparison of the two dicks I am handling. I decide that my own dick is hotter, wetter and harder than this dildo. My hand jacks off both members.
Then I came to a realization. "Wait? Why am I hard?"
Before I could even answer my curiosities, the phone in my pocket vibrates. I release the two cocks in my hands and get my phone. Wyeth's name is registered.
"Hey," I answer quietly, almost in a hush. I don't know why I did that.
"What time are you going home tonight?" he asks. I can hear the lo-fi music from his room on the phone.
"Ahh... Maybe after midnight. My coworkers and I are heading to the bar." I don't know why I lied.
"Oh okay. Copy. Just asking," then he drops the call.
I panic and leave the dildo alone. I stand up and tiptoed to my bedroom.
A few seconds after I close my door, the door from the other bedroom opens. I hear footsteps walking to the bathroom.
I can hear Wyeth talking aloud, "shit. I almost forgot I left you here! Damn. We'll have good times tonight. Blane is gonna be home late!"
"Is he talking to his dildo?" I ask myself.
My mind is racing with images and possibilities. And I really know what is up with my friend.
I take off my clothes. I cannot open my air conditioner because its hum might make him suspect that I am here. So, I stay in my tightie whities.
I stare at my engorged member strained in front of my briefs. I'm really horny now. I try scrolling through my social media feeds silently to distract me from my erection and while waiting for-- I don't know what.
Then I hear a loud grunt from the outside. "OOOH FUCKING SHIT!"
I drop my cellphone and quietly open my door. I have to see whatever Wyeth is doing. And boy am I shocked at the sight.
Wyeth is on the sofa, naked. His legs are up. His left hand is holding the dildo that is inside his ass. His other hand is on his dick.
Wyeth flinches when he sees me, "fuck! I thought you were out?!"
I don't address his question, "wow. You're really taking it all in."
He bites his lip, "man. I don't care what you think okay. This just feels good. Judge me all you-- oohhhhh shit..."
He is already too into whatever he is doing. He is whimpering like a dog in heat. He starts plugging the dildo in and out of his gaping ass.
And I just stand there. I am not looking away.
He glares at me while he ravages his own asshole, "stand and stare or you like, I am not stopping this is-- oooooohhh fuuuck..." His toes flex as a sign of the pleasure he feels.
I swallow as my curiosity consumes me, "you need help?"
Wyeth pauses. His eyebrows meet, "what do you mean?"
I walk to him the kneel beside the sofa. My hand replaces his on the dildo. I push it inside. I can feel the tightness inside, but I am awed at how his hole stretches to accommodate the girth and the additional inch.
I feel his body shudder, "ohh man... that's soooo deep!"
"You want me to keep doing that?" I ask.
"Yes please. Ohhh shiiiiit..."
I continue moving it in and out. I watch intently as I see his ass lips quiver and stretch as it accommodates the girth. I am fascinated. I can hear the squishing sound of the lubricating fluid he coated the dildo and his insides with.
Wyeth shudders again and whimpers, "oh shit! That's so good ohhhh..."
I look at him intently, while still thrusting the toy in and out of his hole, "what has happened to you?"
"I... ohhh... After I broke off with Geneva... I... ohh... I just tried using it again... and shit... ugghhh... it started feeling different... it started to feel good... I played my ass with it since then... Ughh... shiiiit yeaaaahhh... my ass feels sooooo gooood... ohhh..."
He slides his hands from his sweaty pecs down to his abs then his hands handle his erection. I have seen his cock hard before. But never this close.
"Doesn't it hurt?" I ask.
"A little but the pleasure I get is... ohhh... all worth it," he cooes.
I try different strokes. Fast. Slow. Sometimes I'd rotate and then change the angles. Sometimes I'd pull it out completely then slam it back in. I enjoy hearing the different moans he creates whenever I make new insertions.
He jacks off his dick faster now. Then he warns, "Blane... Blane oh my goood! Oh my goood! I'm cumming!"
I decide to thrust the dildo in and out of him at a faster pace, mimicking his beating of his meat.
Wyeth arches his back then bellows, "shiiit ohhhhhhhh my gooood!" Then cum shoots out of his cock. The first fire lands on his chin. And the four volleys of semen shower his torso.
I pause after he climaxes. "Should I stop?"
He bits his lips, "no. Just keep going."
"Damn. You're getting gay over this dildo," I tell him as I continue stuffing him. I can stop if I wanted to, but I am just too fascinated at his ass.
Wyeth laughs, "aggh shit man. Yeah. Maybe, maybe I am getting gay. Now I know why they like getting fucked."
For other straight friends, this moment may be a source of awkwardness or tension. But I guess, my friendship with Wyeth has been long and deep that we never let weird, life changing events like this taint our relationship.
"So, am I going to be expecting men to be sleeping here with you now, instead of your usual women and cougars?" I tease.
He glares at me, "I like getting pegged in the ass. I'm not that gay yet, okay. Ohhhh... shit... This is soooooo crazy goooood!"
I raise my eyebrow, "so am I just gonna keep fucking you with this thing all night, or...?"
He reaches down and takes the dildo off his ass. "Sorry. It's just nice to have my hands free while getting dildoed. Haha. Thanks for doing that. You pervert."
My eyes widen, "why am I the pervert? I'm not the one with a monster fake cock in his ass?!"
"Oh come on. You lied about being at work so you can catch me in the act. Why would you do that, huh?!" he challenges me.
I cough in nervousness, "well, I am uhh... concerned. And worried for you. And curious about what's happening to you."
"Yeah. And you are hard inside your pants. I can see your bulge," he points out.
I look down and see my bulge, "well... I haven't had a lay in weeks. So..." But I know it's because of more than that.
"Well, I'm not judging you," he tells me, "and thanks Blane. Thanks for being cool about this. I'm still wrapping my head around these new experiences I've been having. And you're really just so cool about it."
I stand up, "yeah. We're good friends. And since we were young I've known you are one extra-horny bloke. But just so you know, I won't do that for you again. That's weird. That's too intimate for friends, I would say. I was just curious. But now that I've seen how your ass is able to take that huge thing, I'm goods."
He chuckles and nods. "Agreed."
We smile at each other.
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Nothing eventful happens for the next four days. We go back to our daily work and house living. Aside from jokes and banters about what happened, we never have deep discussions about the dildo play that happened.
He no longer plays music in the evening. So, I can hear him moaning inside his room. And I know what causes those loud groans.
My mind replays a new image of Wyeth's ass: this time with a dildo slicing itself into it. And it still gets me hard. I jack off to that image, and to images of sexy women as well, everyday since that day.
Unlike Wyeth though, I am not really considering exploring my obsession with his ass. I decide that it might just be a fleeting fetish that will eventually go away when I start to go on serious dates again. I just want our midyear audit reports to be done already so I can have extra time to socialize.
I return that evening to the house and quickly take a shower. When I get out, I find Wyeth standing by the bathroom door.
I gasp, "shit! You scared me!" I wrap the towel around my naked waist.
"Sorry, I just wanna tell you something," he says, looking worried.
My eyebrows met, "what is it?"
"Well, I wanna ask you if it's okay if I invite a guy over tomorrow here?" he asks cautiously.
I cross my arms, "oh wow. So you're serious about that now. Wow."
He scratches his head, "yeah. I just want to try it already. So, I know if I really like it."
"Yeah, and who is this guy?"
"I met him in an app, called grindr?"
"So you don't know him personally?"
"Well-- uhm no. You know we don't have so many gay friends. And our guy friends-- well I don't know if they'll be as cool as you with it."
I laugh, "yeah. Our friends our bigoted assholes. But don't you think it's too risky to do it with a stranger?"
"Dude. I'm way into deep into this," he replies seriously, "I'm way over dildos. I need a real cock in my ass."
I notice him looking down on me. There is an ample bulge in front of my white towel.
I step back, "you're not thinking--"
"I am thinking. Yes. You. You seem to be curious enough to plug my ass with a dildo before, maybe you'd be curious to also try yours in me," he says in a straight voice, "I just wanna know if this is just a temporary itch."
He stares at my eyes intensely. I have never seen him this sexually hungry before.
My semi-erect cock makes a tent in my towel.
"You are crazy."
"Yeah. I am."
"But I'm not gay."
"So is my dildo."
"You're crazy," I repeat with a breathier voice.
Wyeth nods, "well, no pressure. Maybe I'll just message this grindr guy. I'll go to his place and I'll let him have it." Then he walks back to his room.
I chase after him and also enter his room. "Okay. Okay ugh fine! But no one will know!"
"I don't plan on telling anyone. I'm not so proud of this either," he admits.
"So, what happens now?"
Wyeth does not answer. He takes his boxers off and gets completely naked. He is hard. "I'm naked now. Can I see your cock now, Blane?"
I nervously unwrap myself from the towel. Surprisingly, my dick is at full mast. Maybe I do want this.
I see his adam's apple move. He is starting to sweat. He stares at my member. "C-can I touch it?"
I don't answer.
His hand reaches out and handles my cock.
"Oooohhh..." I coo when I feel his soft hand rubbing against my shaft.
"Ohhh shit. This feels much better than my dildo." He then spends a full minute just caressing my penis.
I release grunts as I allowed him to feel me.
Then he releases it, moves to his bed at raises his feet to the air.
His gaping hole comes to view.
"Put that in me, Blane!" he requests.
As my body slowly walks to him, my mind races. Half of me is reluctant because, man. That is an asshole. Second. He is a man. And I am not gay. Half of me is just hellishly horny. I want to put my cock in that gaping hole ever since I laid my eyes on it by accident. I have just realized that now.
I kneel under him. Then I hold his thighs. I line up my dick with his ass hole. "So, do I just put this in... or?"
"I cleaned it. And I fingered my self for an hour before you came. I think that's relaxed now," he reassures.
"Shit. What a slut you have become," I comment.
I push my cock forward. And almost immediately, moist heat envelopes its head. I immediately feel it. I groan and he immediately find myself pushing in harder.
"Ohhh shiiiiiiiiit!" I shout. His hole sucks my whole length in.
He punches down on the bed, "OH SHIT!"
"Are you alright?!" I ask.
"Damn! Oh shit! That's the spot!" he says hoarsely.
"What do you want me to do?!"
"FUCK ME DAMN IT!"
Then I start thrusting myself in and out of his hole. I can't believe this. It feels fantastic. I have never felt something so soft yet so tight before. His ass is definitely better than any pussy that I have had. "Oooh goood! Ooooohhh shit! FUUCK SO TIGHT!" I fuck him like a mad man.
But aside from his asshole giving my dick the best time while it enters and exits it, I enjoy the sight of my fucking sexy muscleman best friend writhing in pleasure. His body shudders uncontrollably. His head presses on to the pillow. His hands keep punching the bed. His cock remains hard and spewing precum as he receives my cock.
Suddenly, he puts his hands on my shoulders and then pulls me down. He kisses me.
I stop fucking because it took my by surprise. He forces my lips to part. He tongue explores my mouth. I could not stop him. I just gave in. Because it started feeling nice.
Damn. No wonder this guy is a ladies' man. He is such a good kisser.
While we kiss ardently, I resume my fucking. I feel his hard cock pressing against our hard bellies, coating them with precum. My mind races as we mate like rabbits.
His moans muffle inside my mouth. My moans do the same in his.
Wyeth breaks from the kiss, "Blane, oh my good..."
"Yeah? You like my dick? You like me fucking your hungry pussy?!" I grumble while staring deeply in his eyes, dirty talking him like I do my women.
He turns red. "Yes I dooo... Ohhh Blane. Fuuuck me! Ohhh god that's the spot!"
I thrust in him wildly. We are both sweaty from the fucking. "Your hole fucking feels good!"
His jaw drops. His body jerks. Then he screams, "OH MY GOOOD!"
Then I feel liquid spurting on my belly. I feel is asslips tighten on my dick.
I shout after seeing puddles on cum on our belly. "You came?! You didn't even touch yourself!"
"I couldn't stop myself, I'm so sorryyyy.... ohhhh" he moans.
A few more thrusts and I bellow, "CUMMING NOOOW!" Then I start pumping my seed into his ass.
"Shiiiiiiiiit... Oh my goood. You're cumming inside me... OHHHHH!" he whimpers.
I fall on top of him after I climax.
"Okay, so I've decided that I'm gay. Damn. I think I'm gonna need dick in my ass on a daily basis from now on," Wyeth jokingly reveals his reflection
I laugh at him, "yeah. That's the only explanation for having such a hungry ass pussy."
"Thanks for doing this man. I promise. This will be our secret. And I promise, I won't ask you to do this again for me if you don't like," he explains, "I'm just happy you're accepting me as I am."
I point at his face, "that's where you're wrong. Because... I'm gonna be fucking your ass on the daily for now on."
"Like my personal dildo?" he jokes.
"Like your personal dildo. That has a cum-in-the-ass feature," I chide.
"And also a kissing-while-getting-fucked feature?" he adds.
"Yeah. That too." Then I kiss Wyeth sweetly on the mouth.
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