Almost Lie Family

Making out with Jeremy was... fucking

crazy.

Look, I've kissed people before. I think I'm a great kisser, thank you very much. But all the people I've kissed were... well, women. And rule one about kissing women, especially in the afterglow of sex, is you can't come on too strong. It's all about the teasing, giggling excitement. Flirty. Romance. Not scaring them off... which would

turn

them off.

Yeah... that's not at all what making out with another guy is like. I mean, we weren't coming down from great, athletic sex--it was like the sex was

still going on

. Just a different kind of oral sex.

Jesus fucking Christ. It was less a kiss than a mixed martial arts bout. Fuck. We were throwing legs around each other, hands gripping hard enough to leave a mark, still-hard dicks swordfighting in our hairy crotches... and all in all, we were sweating like a glassblower's ass. Our mouths were fucking locked on each other... goddamn, his tongue was so deep in my mouth it felt like I was drowning.

God, how was I even breathing? We were so worked up that we kept breaking off our kiss to pant a few desperate breaths, before slamming together again.

He was coming at me hard, and I had to come back just as hard or he was going to absolutely crush me. I couldn't think, could barely react. It was all pure instinct, and a helluva lot of testosterone.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

God, it was so... completely overwhelming. It was this primal... connection. Intimacy. Hunger. Release. At that moment, I had never felt so close to anyone alive. But more than that, it was profoundly

masculine

connection, intimacy, hunger, and release. No woman could ever kiss me like that. No woman could ever

take

a kiss like that.

And we showed no signs of stopping. Fuck. One second, he had me pinned on the couch, like he was trying to chew my face off and suck out my innards through my neck; and in a flash, I realized I had rolled him off the couch and onto his back on the floor, trying to chew

his

face off and suck out

his

innards through his neck. With the relentlessness of my assault, I was sure the guy was going to end up with carpet burns.

I pulled back, hard enough I think we both gasped at the release. I had his arms pinned over his head. We both were panting, glowered at each other through predators' eyes.

I went for it. Driving my face against his neck. My lips getting him slick with sweat before my stubble scoured his skin. My lips sliding at that spot right below his ears. My free hand sliding down to start massaging those meaty abs of his. The drag from his fur lessened by his sweat... and my cum.

Jeremy squirmed beneath me, his panting becoming a low growl as his body responded to my mouth. God, the taste of him. Man sweat. And Man smell. Flooding my brain. Exciting me on a molecular level. Making my heart race. Making me... making me boil.

I swept downward, dragging my face against him, letting him feel the shredding of my scruff. Smearing his sweat all over me. Wallowing. Like a fucking boy playing in the mud. I gave a wide, savage sweep across his chest, back and forth, chucking to myself as I heard him gasp out. His hair and sweat probably saving him from my stubble drawing blood. I switched back to my mouth, letting my tongue tease his newly-sensitive skin. Jeremy writhed as I went, letting out a growl of frustration and pulling at his hands to free them and grab hold of me, but I held him down. Splayed beneath me. His hairy nipples up and alert. Tingling for my touch.

Oh, I touched them.

I fucking locked my lips around one, sucking on it hard. Sucking. My tongue teasing as I slurred my mouth around. God he had big nipples. Fucking man-sized. I lightly chewed, just to get his attention, before grinding my face over to the other one. Sucking that in turn. God, it was so fucking hot... so fucking mind blowing. So different than my wife's tits. So much more raw. So fucking masculine. So....

And another perverted thought flashed in my mind. A memory from us before. Fuck yeah. I fucking slurred my face right into his sweaty armpit.

His scent stabbed through me. Not nasty, just... fucking real. Burnt spices. Man sweat. Fucking mine. I fucking attacked him, an oral assault that brought out new, hungry snarl from him. New desperation. With incredible force he wrenched his other arm free and slammed it around me. His fingers digging into my scalp, mashing me, driving me in deeper. God the feel of him. His fucking skin. His hand, raking my back and gripping my head. My nose and mouth feeling the brush of his sweaty pit hair.

Sweat running down my temple.

God it was good, but I needed more. Much more. I jerked my head out of there, and with no polite lead-in, violently dragged my face down his chest. Down. Down. Towards his bush. Onto his dick.

Jeremy bucked like a fucking bull, clearly still sensitive from having shot so recently. I couldn't give a fuck. I locked my jaws around his cock and fucking inhaled him. Jeremy hollered like a mountain jack. I fucking went down on him, as deep as I could go. Fuck, it was so fucking raw. Fucking primeval. That big dick had been inside me, making me feel things I never felt before. Making a man out of me.

And I had to show it some respect.

He wasn't fully hard, but close enough so that I still couldn't really swallow him whole. So I went with motion. Rapid sucking, up and down... mouth-fucking him for all I was worth. I got my hand around him and started jacking him at the same time, his cum and my sweat making him slick to the touch. I twisted my hand as I jacked him, teasing the tip with my tongue, and Jeremy all but lost it. His entire body jerked and shuddered. My free hand roaming freely across his midriff, feeling the hair gently tangle around my fingers. Holding him down. Sucking. Jeremy thrashing. Sucking.

Sucking.

Clearly, Jeremy hit his breaking point. And you know something about guys? They're physical. Fucking physical.

I was stunned how Jeremy, lying on his back in a splayed position, was essentially able to tackle me and throw me onto my back. Knocking the wind out of me. And next thing I know he is all over me, mouth against mine, our hairy nipples griding against each other.

His mouth broke from mine and swept over my face. My cheeks, my ears, hell even my forehead. His beard was... so fucking weird. Not harsh, but... wiry. Subtle. I reached for him with my mouth, wanting his tongue to dance with mine. But he was in motion. Restless motion. Like me, he went for my chest, his beard almost tickling me. Like being swept by a painter's brush. He was rougher on my nipples than I had been, using his teeth unexpectedly.

I fucking loved it.

His hands fucking dug into me, like he was a potter working clay. Everywhere. His hands, alive. My wife didn't...

explore

me like this.

Experience

me like this. Jeremy was so...

tactile

. Like he was searing the feel of me into his memory. He... seemed to be fascinated with the touch of my chest hair, running his fingers through again and again, rolling them. His mouth sweeping my chest in vulgar motion, leaving a trail of spit.

He moved down, working my balls. Rolling them in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue. But also, just mouthing them, while he took in deep, heavy breaths, nose in my pubes. I think my obsession with scent was starting to inspire him, too.

Back up to my dick, circling the head slow then fast. Teasing me. Making me growl in frustration. Circling, circling... then sucking me down whole.

FUUUUUCK.

My wife couldn't begin to suck down my thick cock, but Jeremy was fucking living for it. Sucking hard. All but chewing on it as we went. Deep sucks, taking me in. My groans vibrating my chest. He pulled off, then starting running his tongue in a heavy stroke from my piss slit all the way down to my balls again. His right hand gripping me, jacking. His tongue sliding down again... behind my hairy balls... lower... lower....

And to my surprise, Jeremy grunted out, "I need your ass!"

God. He flipped me. I'm a big guy, but he fucking flipped me. That effortless blast of physical power was a shock.

Not nearly as much as a shock as his mouth slammed against my hairy hole.

MYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

My fingers gripped the shag of his carpet, in a desperate attempt to keep me--and my sanity--grounded. GOD. It was everything all at once. The roughness of his beard shredding at my skin... skin that was completely unused to being touched. The wetness of his tongue as it roughly dove inside me. My hole had been stretched, and was still twitching at the rough treatment Jeremy's dick had given me. It easily opened, and GOD it was like he was fucking me raw with his tongue.

I completely lost my mind.

I pushed back with everything I had. I never needed anything more in my life. Jeremy must have felt the same way. It was like he was a fucking hyena, ripping apart its prey. Everywhere. Wildly sweeping his mouth up and down my trench, my butt-sweat smearing all over his scruffy face. Then, tongue-fucking me harder than before. And that fucking motorboarding thing--just like guys do with their face between a girls' boobs, only him doing it with my ass cheeks. All of it. Rapid fire. Changing so fast I couldn't even think straight. There was just need. And I'm not sure whose was stronger.

And... I think... I think he was actually sucking his load out of me.

I was completely dazed. My dick gushing precum, even though I had already shot. Completely at Jeremy's mercy. I had no idea my ass was directly wired to the pleasure center of my brain. Blood pounding in my ears. I couldn't catch my breath, just... screaming out a weird sound of panting and wailing together.

At last--God, I have no idea how long he was at it--he brusquely rolled me over again so I was flat on my back. His face slid up me. Our sweaty, hairy bodies grinding together as he moved up, so he was face to face with me. And his kissed me. Almost... tenderly.... and oh God. OHGODOHGODOHGOD... I could smell my scent in his beard. Guys marking each other in the most primal way.

I was wildly making out with him. Wild. Untamed. Raw. My hands gripping his hair. And then....

MUMMMMPHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

His dick, hard enough to drill through titanium, plowed into my guts.

My eyes flew open. My jaw gaped. There is nothing, nothing that can describe that first blast of male penetration.

His dick had already stretched my hole so there was no resistance, not pain, just RAW PRIMAL LIGHTNING. I threw my head back in a strangled scream as Every. Fucking. Nerve. Ending. Fired at the same time. My mind exploded with fireworks going off everywhere. Shattering, world-ending need. Need for Jeremy.

Right there, right then, if he asked me to... I would've sold every member of my family off for medical testing. As long has he fucking GAVE ME HIS DICK.

And that's exactly what he did.

His dick slammed all the way into me. Balls deep. Hitting spots inside me all along the fucking way. Fuck. I could feel every blessed inch of his cock, especially that flared head as it ground my innards into hamburger.

Our eyes caught, and our mouths fucking locked together. A kiss more brutal than anything that had come before. Choking on each other's tongues. Without meaning to I realized I had bit him, drawing blood.

And he FUCKED me.

God. So different from before. Our sweaty bodies locked so closely together, each hammerstroke of his cock fucking rocked us. We were fucking heaving from the physical power of it. It was like we were on a ship at sea... no, like were playing in a storm-rough surf. His load inside me, the gallons of sweat drenching us, it all combined into a feeling of pure fluidity. Our hairy chests, hairy legs grinding together... the mutual scrape of our fur was almost like the burn of sand in the waves. Waves. Waves of testosterone-drenched energy. We twisted. We bucked together. Locked in shared, obscene motion. Rough. Raw masculinity at its most terrifying. If I had had any sense, I would have been scared shitless by the raw power we were releasing.

But it wasn't just the physical sensations that were ripping my mind apart. I realized... oh God it was everything all at once. The taste of his sweat as it ran down his face and around our mouths as we kissed. Our barked-out grunts and roars, loud enough to make our chests vibrate. The smell of my musk in his beard. Hell, the combined powerful smell of balls, ass, spit, sweat and spent cum. The scent of Man Sex, frying my senses.

But more than that, it was the primal... feel of everything. The indescribable feel of masculinity. Jeremy and I were going after each other in ways only men could, and only men could understand. Our true selves, violently cut free from any civilizing notion.

We FUCKED.

Our bodies ground together, hard enough to shatter stone. And every time he bottomed out inside me another round of fireworks went off inside me. My entire body was on fire, as if only our shared sweat was keeping me from bursting into flame. The fireworks kept exploding, ricocheting inside me, sparking new fireworks of their own. My cock, mercilessly being crushed between our hairy midriffs was gushing precum, providing insane stimulation.

But nothing compared to the stimulation of Jeremy's dick as it Kept. Hitting. That. Spot. Inside. Me. Driving me fucking crazy. Setting me on fire. My ears were roaring so loud I couldn't hear anything. Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy's cock. Jeremy's hands digging into my scalp. The feel of Jeremy's sweaty skin as I dug my fingernails in.

Faster. Grinding. Colliding. Faster. Wet. Smashing. Sloppy.

Raw.

Jeremy suddenly broke out of our kiss, pushing himself up on his arms, still balls-deep inside. And with a terrifying look in his eyes started absolutely drilling me. Hard. HARD. HARDHARDHARD HARDHARDHARD HARDHARDHARDHARDHARDHARDHARDHARD

The fireworks inside my head all went off at once, and the fucking world went white. My back arched. My head flew back.

And I fucking CAME.

I swear I could see through time.

My whole body went nuts, all at once. Like I went into shock. For a few minutes, I really was scared I was going to die. Dimly I could hear Jeremy's scream as he let loose, too... both of us lost into one, perfect moment.

As I started coming down, I realized Jeremy was still pretty much splayed on top of me. His muscular form would have probably crushed a woman. And I also realized... I was still holding onto him like my life depended on it.

After a few moments, Jeremy rolled off of me, landing with muted thud as he lay spread-eagle beside me. We were both panting heavily, in loud, wet heaves.

Jeremy started an exhausted chuckle. I followed. I think at that moment the overall absurdity of the situation finally came crashing over us.

"Fuck," he laughed.

"Fucking fuck," I responded. "Jesus, man... have you... been... practicing?"

"Hey," he replied. Sharper than I would have expected. Almost sounding... hurt. Strange. But I was basking in a radioactively fine glow of utter male fulfillment, and I didn't want to harsh my buzz in any possible way.

"Sorry, dude, I didn't mean anything... I just meant that was... fucking... incredible. Next-level incredible."

Whatever storm cloud there was quickly evaporated. "Yeah, man... I didn't know sex could be that good."

"Holy shit, dude, that is not a lie! Fuck, you are a fucking machine, you know that?"

Jeremy choke-guffawed, still trying to catch his breath, "Me? Goddamn... you fucking... wore me out! I didn't think... I could... keep up!"

"Jeremy my man? You fucking cum in gallons. I'm gonna be shitting out your cum for the rest of the week."

"Just so long as you don't fart my cum onto me... dude your farts are nasty enough as it is!"

I punched his arm. "Fuck you, you fucking stink-ape! Spraying yourself with a couple of cum farts would be an improvement!"

"What the fuck, man?" as he swatted at me.

I gave a wicked smile. "Pfft. Yeah! Stink ape! Yer worse than a fucking skunk with diarrhea!"

He reached over to start pummeling me, but I deflected him. I slapped, he elbowed. Then, he lunged at me and in a flash, we were laughing like a couple of hyenas, slapping, thumping, and kicking at each other all over. Finally, Jeremy successfully pinned me by sitting on my chest, pinning my arms with his legs. He pinched my nose and said triumphantly, "Who's the stink-ape now, bitch?"

I was laughing too hard to say anything, so I chose to tap out. Jeremy got off me, walked over and plunked down in front of the couch. I sat up, theatrically smelled my armpit and whined, "It's not even that bad today!"

Jeremy laughed, then quieted down. He was just... looking at me, with this... twinkle in his eye.

"Well. Another difference between fucking a guy and fucking a girl," he intoned, "is that the obligatory Bro talk/debrief starts immediately."

I laughed, hard. "Yeah, that's one of the many differences I've noticed." I moved to sit down next to him. Trying to act civilized.

Jeremy just shook his head, amusedly. "It's so fucking weird that something that seems pretty similar ends up being... so damn different."

I lightly tilted my head. "Say more."

"It's just so... so.........different. I love fucking girls. I love fucking my girl. But it's just so different with you."

"You keep saying that word."

He gave me an exasperated glare. "You know what I mean! God, at its wildest, sex with her is like... naughty. Playful. With you, it's like it's the end of the world or something. Harder. Waaaay more driven. Like were gonna kill each other. But at the same time, its way more... alive. Like it's... whole-body. And its everything. At first I was afraid I was coming on too strong and going too hard. But everything about you was like, 'bring it bitch!' Every time I've been with you, I'm like wiped out and feeling like I could run a hundred races. Even so, I'm still ready to fucking go."

"Preach. I think that's just reflective of... guys. It's like when we're on the court. Or the field. All that aggression, all that adrenaline... all that testosterone. Letting it rip. Like it's the championship game and a hundred thousand people are in the stands are screaming your name."

Jeremy nodded, sagely. Yeah, we got it.

But I was still thinking about how different it was fucking around with him. A man. "Jeremy, another thing too... I mean, we were just joking about it, but... well, you may have noticed, but your scent is a major turn on for me. For real."

Jeremy smirked out a half smile. "Yeah, I noticed."

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck you, dillhole. But seriously... it's so weird. It's not like I've always been obsessed with smells. Hell, my wife doesn't allow smells of any kind at any time, and definitely not around sex. So... it's just so... surprising. And other stuff, too... all this stuff I've never noticed with sex before. It's everything, hitting me all at once. It's the... sound. The taste. The way we think, like a connection. The way we go after it. It's...."

I found myself stopped short. I swallowed, looking down.

I took a breath, and went on quietly. "It's the... way you look at me."

He didn't move a muscle.

I was almost too scared to go on, but... in for a penny, in for a pound. I had to keep on going. "You look at me like this is the best thing that ever happened to you. It's...

desire

."

Jeremy still didn't move a muscle.

I sighed. "Sex with my wife is good and all, it's just that it often feels like... it's just... some fun for her, and then she can go back about her day. Something she likes, but is doing to keep me happy."

I looked back up at him. He smiled, sympathetically.

"My wife insists all the chores have to be done. That everything is clean. That I'm clean. Freshly showered and presentable. And then I have to romance her. We have to keep everything 'respectable.' Not with you. You just need it, and don't give a fuck. You don't care if I smell like an animal. That I haven't folded the laundry. You don't care that we get rowdy when we go at it. You don't care that I'm fucking howling like a wolf. That we're louder than a pack of wolves. You treat it like it's the best thing in the world and you can't believe how lucky you are to be doing it."