Marty and I were lucky to have found each other and, on top of that, we were fortunate to have understanding girlfriends...it really was miraculous. We definitely had distinct roles, with Marty usually being the submissive half of the relationship. We were both cock-sluts, but Marty was always there for me whenever I wanted some. A picture-perfect frat boy, he'd gladly suck me off before bed, middle of the night and first thing in the morning. After all that, he'd still beg me to fuck his brains out...and he loved to be fucked, while he wanked his big eight-inch dick. Whenever we had a weekend to ourselves, we always took advantage of every moment.
We found ourselves lounging around, flipping aimlessly through channels, attempting to find something good. Eventually, we decided to give it up and play some pool. Of course, the conversation wandered everywhere; Marty wanted to hear about Tina, and I wanted to hear how things were going with Paige. Anyway, I told him about licking beer from Tina's pussy, and he recounted a wild night where he and Paige got shit-faced and used a beer bottle, because they couldn't find a dildo. That's what anybody would do...right?
I laughed, "That made my pussy licking look like a church picnic."
He grinned, "Don't tell her I told you any of this, but since I've gone this far. At summer camp, the girls in her cabin played spin the bottle and they fucked themselves with the pop bottle." Grinning, "Just remember, I'm denying everything I just told you."
"Your secret's safe...don't say anything to Tina and I won't say anything to Paige, but the next time I offer her a long-neck, I won't be able to hold it together."
Anyway, I took the first game, while he was winning in the second. He handed me my beer. Attempting to be funny, he rubbed his bottle over my crotch, "You ready for some fun?" I recognized the look and conspicuous focus on my crotch, but I knew he had something in mind, when he sat his beer aside.
My eyes trailed over his body; he was wearing tight, jeans and a fitted t-shirt, that displayed his muscled, manly torso.
"So, what are you thinking? Maybe, bottle fucking or a different game...strip pool? You can take off clothes with each ball I sink...and I'll take off something with each ball you sink."
He grinned, "That's brilliant, dude, but it might take too long...you know?"
I sat on the edge of the table and leaned forward, while he ran his hands all over my body. Exploring sensuously, he caressed my chest, shoulders, abs and between my legs, quickly pulling my belt off. He dropped to his knees, pulling my pants down with him.
He leaned in close, wrapped his fist around the shaft and carefully studied every detail. It was like he was seeing it for the first time, but when he looked up, he grinned, "Dude we really are twins...and I'm thinking some incest might be in order."
He stroked it, while I said, "I've always liked incest...maybe you should start, by sucking your brother's cock. It looks like it needs some brotherly love...and attention."
It was solid and bobbing upright, just waiting for his warm lips. He ran his mouth up down the shaft, working his tongue over the throbbing, hard flesh. I ran my fingers through his hair and nudged him to go deeper...take it deeper.
"Mmmm...ahhhh...ahhhh yeah...yeah...yeah...that's good...so fucking good!"
After that, he took it as deep as he could, poking at his throat, but pulling back to work the head. With his lips and tongue, he worked the ridge, over and over. I moaned, as he swirled his tongue all over, "Fuck! That's sweet! Marty...feels so good...keep it up!"
I thrust into his mouth, "Fuckin' suck me...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, that's it...just like that! Fuck...fuck that's nice...uhhhh...uhhhh...yessssssss!"
My whole body throbbed as he swirled his tongue over the shaft, along the underside and over the head. Relentlessly pushing and prodding his throat, he celebrated having his man's cock in his mouth. He would look up to watch me moan, and you could see it in his eyes...he couldn't get enough.
It was close to overwhelming, but I switched things up, telling him to sit on the table, "I wanna suck you, too." When he stood, one of my hands gripped his ass, while the other stroked the huge bulge in his pants.
He leaned back, while I dropped to my knees and slipped his pants down; he was wearing some of the hot underwear we got in Vegas. They were black and bulging with hard, male flesh. Soft or rock-hard, it didn't really matter, the underwear was hot...but on Marty, it was breathtaking.
When I peeled them off, there it was...eight gorgeous inches bobbed free to stand upright...a cock-slut's dream! I smiled up at him, but quickly went right back to admiring it; it was nice and thick, with handsome veining. The big, plum-shaped head had its own magnetism, an allure that pulled you in, almost making you salivate.
The eye held a bead of pre-cum, that I scooped up, before wrapping my lips around the head and sliding down the shaft. I cupped the big, manly balls that anchored the shaft to his body. They felt heavy with seed...ready for a long, fun night.
I wasted no time in taking it between my lips and pumping it deeper. I dug my fingers into his muscled ass and pulled him right up to my throat. After a few minutes of bouncing my face into his pubes, Marty held me steady and pumped his hips. "Mmmm...that's it...yeah...yeah...oh yeah, Rob...you know what I need...yeah, always know what I need...let me help...ahhhh yeah...face-fuck...yeah...yeah...yeah, like that!"
He was going just deep enough to tease my throat. We'd only been together for four months or so, but the openness and intimacy of our relationship meant we knew exactly what we needed from each other...he knew exactly how deep to go before I gagged, and he knew how I liked to be fucked...and I had a sense, from the rambling moans, he was close. "Oh...oh fuck...fuck...fuck yeah...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...Rob...oh Rob...mmmm...that's...that's good...so fuckin' good...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh!"
Eventually, he had to pull out; he slapped it hard to push things back, "Fuck dude, that was close! I almost lost it...I'm horny as fuck, but I wanna make this last."
I grinned, "I know, but you do taste damned good...and I'd love a mouthful. I bet you got two or three loads in those balls."
His smile exploded and he laughed, "Hopin' for the same out'a you." He grinned, "I think I'm good, now...ready for another round?"
I said, "Fuck yeah," and took it back between my lips. When I started bobbing over his big dick, I felt the satisfying girth stretch my lips and pulse against my tongue.
It wasn't long before he was holding me tighter and humping into my mouth. I used my lips...my tongue...my whole mouth to satisfy his cock. It was heaven for both of us.
"Oh Rob...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah...yeah, take that dick...take it...take my dick! Fuckkkk...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...damn...fuckin'...fuckin' take it...yeah...yeah, take it!"
Pumping till he was at the very brink, he was determined to make things last longer and moaned, "Rob, I want you to fuck me...fuck me on the table...the pool table!"
