I moaned into the pillow as I felt Sammy's thick cock slide past my ring. I was already so sloppy, I had been all day. And I didn't even need to say anything to Sammy, he knew just what I needed. Well, he's been putting his cock in my ass a couple times a week for the last couple of weeks. Our normal Friday night chill sesh usually ended up with me face down, ass up on the bed and him pounding my ass until I blew a huge load of ass-juice all over him.
*SMACK*
"FUCK!" I grunted as Sammy spanked my fat cheeks, making them jiggle. He really liked to rough me up, and to be honest I'd punch a man out for spanking me. But when Sammy did it, it felt really good. It definitely helped me loosen up a bit so Sammy's dick could reach even deeper and scratch that itch inside me.
"Damn son, your pussy is so sloppy. It's sucking me in. You want my fat cock today too?" Sammy leaned down and whispered in my ear. Despite his good boy exterior, I knew deep down Sammy had the mouth of a sailor, but only recently did I realize just how filthy he could talk. Honestly, it made me feel like one of the girls he must be fucking regularly. But I didn't get too mad about it, because Sammy was helping me out so much by thrusting his fat cock and slamming cheeks all night long.
The weird itch and leaking hole thing hadn't really gotten worse... but I seemed to just need more. Sammy definitely helped. Anytime he speared my bubble butt with his cock and dumped a load of jock juice inside me, it felt so amazing, and the itch went away for a while. Or, at least it used to, but I've been getting itchier more often lately, needing Sammy more than once on my really bad days.
Which brings us to tonight, because Sammy was now going at my dump truck ass for Round 3. I could only bite the pillow as I devolved into a moaning, squirming mess. His cockhead hit that spot inside me so fucking good, I felt like I was on the edge of cumming... I mean,
squirting
every time he bottomed out.
Which is why it was so disappointing when Sammy pulled his cock out of my hole and just tapped his cockhead against my twitching, itchy pucker. The empty feeling and the itchiness was driving me crazy, and I desperately didn't want Sammy to stop. "Bro, what are you doing? Put it back in!" I whined, looking over my shoulder to see Sammy smirking down at me.
"You didn't answer my question." He said with a devilish grin, then slapped the palm of his hand against my fat ass cheeks. He hit me with such force that it made me feel like I had tremors, but I knew it was just because my cheeks just rippled from the spanking. I didn't want to say something so... embarrassing. Even though it was kinda true. Just didn't want Sammy to get the wrong idea. This was just to help me out with my itchy, leaking hole, it's not like I actually
wanted
his huge, fat cock inside my tight, bouncy bubble butt.
"FUCK YES, dude, I want your cock!" I whined.
"Where?" Sammy teased.
I knew what Sammy wanted me to say, he'd played me like this before. Why was it so important to him for me to say it anyways? I didn't want to say something so embarrassing and that could easily lead to any misunderstandings though. It's not like I had an actual pussy or anything. And what kind of straight alpha jock calls his own hole a pussy? But still, I knew that if I didn't say it, Sammy might leave me high and dry, or more accurately empty and itchy, and that was worse than any embarrassment.
"In... in my pussy, man. Please put your cock in my pussy." I let out a surrendering sigh immediately followed by getting the wind knocked out of me as Sammy SLAMMED his cock back into my pussy... I mean, hole with all his might, holding onto my shoulders for leverage for maximum impact.
"FUCK!" Was all I could say while Sammy pummeled my ass. My cheeks clapping together echoed through the room while I buried my face into the pillow and blissed out. Sammy's cockhead hammering at my itchy spot over and over and over again was bringing me so close to the edge... which is when I felt that weird tightening sensation. My hole clamped down on Sammy's cock and I moaned while I felt my hole squirt out what felt like a fucking gallon of juice onto him.
"FUCKING TAKE MY BABIES, LUKE!" Sammy screamed as he unloaded his cock into my guts. I felt his cum blasting my insides, each volley of the warm, hot, sticky jizz gave me an instant cooling sensation on my itch and made me feel so good.
Sammy collapsed onto my back as we both caught our breaths. His bare chest on my back felt so good, even though he was kinda heavy I could easily do weighted pushups with him on my back, so I wasn't too uncomfortable. After a couple minutes, Sammy slid off my back and fell to the side of me. I looked over at him and was about to thank him, when he pulled me closer, our chest touching, as he trained his deep brown eyes into mine. He licked his lips and I couldn't help but glance down at them again.
"Fuck, Micucci, that was amazing..."
"Naw, I should be thanking you bro, that was just what I needed." I was a little loopy, like I always got after Sammy helped me out. I could still hear what Sammy was saying but I was so overwhelmed and my head was buzzing that I couldn't really process it.
Sammy kept staring at me, the intensity on his face scaring me a little. What was his deal?
"Sammy, what's up? Just spit it out already." I was getting concerned because Sammy always looked like he wanted to tell me something but held back.
"I... Luke, I want... I mean, do you wanna... go out with me?" Sammy looked absolutely terrified, which was weird because we hung out all the time. I mean, I guess most of the time it was at school or his house, so maybe he just wanted to go someplace like the bowling alley?
"Sure thing, bro, where to?" I was so grateful to Sammy for helping me out that I was willing to go wherever he wanted to, even if it was an extremely boring place like a museum or some shit.
Sammy's face broke out in a huge, dazzling grin. "Come to my house next Friday. My parents will be out. I wanna treat you right, Luke, so dress up a little."
I was confused, because Sammy just said he wanted to go somewhere, and we usually hung out on Friday nights at his place anyways. Well, whatever, maybe he just wanted me to come here first before we went bowling.
"Nice, it's a date." I joked, since Sammy seemed so tense and serious for some reason.
His smile grew wider. "Fuck yeah, it's a date."
***
I don't normally knock on Sammy's door, but for some reason I felt like I should. After waiting a couple seconds, Sammy swung the door open.
"Hey, you're early! Sorry, I'm still cooking," he said. Wait, Sammy was cooking? Dressed like that? He was in this fitted silver dress shirt and black slacks. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing a peek at his chest hair. The shirt clung to his lean muscular torso perfectly, and really showed off his arms. And then those slacks were tight in all the right places, I could clearly see his bulge. He looked...
Sammy looked me up and down, mirroring my own actions. The grin fell from his face as confusion took over. He looked up and scrunched his eyebrows at me. "So this is what you call dressing up?"
I mean, yeah, Sammy asked me to dress up, but I didn't know he meant
this
dressed up. Here he was looking like he belonged at some fancy party, and I was just in my one of my nicer pair of sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt. I figured that was dressing up for me, considering I usually wore ratty old sweats and tank tops. Why the hell would Sammy want me to dress all fancy though? The thought literally never even occurred to me.
"Alright, well, come in. Dinner is almost ready. Make yourself comfortable," Sammy said as he directed me inside. Sammy seemed off his game tonight for some reason. His usual calm, casual self seemed to have been replaced by this blushing, frantic guy. Was he stressed out about tests again?
