I awoke early in the morning with John's huge cut frame lying on top of mine. Head nestled against my neck, his breath came out in calm even intervals, steaming hot. He was sleeping like a sated bear, ready for the long winter. I, however, was aching all over. My throat was aching, my legs were spread open and sore—probably because I had maintained this position the whole night. But the worst of it was probably my ass. I felt impossibly full even now. Something large and thick was lodged inside: John's massive dick resting where it didn't belong.
That thing had spread and filled me countless times over the past few days. The worst part of it was that I was really starting to... crave it. It didn't really hit me until that moment; I was crazed for John. His body and his cock were glorious in my eyes. He had always been so much more built and toned. I felt lucky to be able to feel his steel-hard abs pressing into mine as he slept—to feel the hot sweat mixing between us.
No.
No, no, no.
That wasn't me. For some reason, every time John stuck it to me, I was being removed further and further from myself. My self-esteem was at an all time low. I was depending on his approval to fill me up. This was all some twisted psychological game. He wanted me to depend on him—to want him more than I wanted my own esteem.
But enough was enough. This little game that John had started—maybe even as far back as when we were kids—was about to end. No more trying to please this guy, no matter the form that twisted mind of his could create.
Lately, that form was just sick, even for him. John was surprisingly sadistic. It seemed that my best buddy got off as much on humiliating me as he did using me to get his rocks off. And I don't say 'me' lightly. Alan was all but forgotten after the first night John fucked me. In fact, I really started to regret how I had treated Alan, if only because he now saw John as the lesser of two evils.
Alan was obediently filming many of the things we did. Every time I saw that incessant red light, it got harder and harder for me to look Alan in the eye. It seemed just as hard for Alan. I thought back to what he'd said when it was just the two of us in my house.
Come on, man. Let's stop all this nasty shit and just go back to the way things were.
He really meant it. And I was finally starting to realize that this bubble that we'd created needed to be popped.
I managed to stretch out my right hand to the nightstand without disturbing the sleeping beast on top of me. I grabbed my phone, looked through the contacts, and quickly typed out a text to Alan: Today. K?
Then, realizing that John was waking up, I put the phone back in place and pretended like I was still asleep.
"Ahhh shit yeah," John yawned on top of me.
He adjusted himself and bit hard on my neck. I fucking hate it when he bites me. "Wake up, bitch! Time to play with daddy."
Of course, I was already awake. I moaned as he chewed on my neck and hardened inside my abused hole. I was sensitive to all the little things he did. He ran his rough hands over my body possessively and gnawed and sucked on my neck until I could hardly stand the pain. He tweaked my nipples hard and I cried out. I guess he took that as a sign that I was good to go.
"God DAMN, Theo. That ass is gold, man. Knew I'd get in here one of these days. Fuck yeah, clench it just like that—FUCK."
He kept up his trash talk as he rutted into me with abandon. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, slick with sweat, and held on for dear life as he picked up speed. The bed springs were screeching erratically. Our eyes connected and I could feel the dominance in his eyes as he took me the same as he had before. The weight of his eyes was too much and I was ashamed of how right it felt to be used by him.
There was a glint in his eyes when a moan of ecstasy escaped my mouth. I tried shutting my eyes, too embarrassed to look at my childhood friend in this position.
"Look at me," he said. It wasn't loud, but it was forceful. I couldn't refuse to do anything he told me to do.
I opened my eyes and looked at his handsome face. He was reaching into a part of me that was taking my breath away. It was times like this when I wondered if maybe I could stay like this forever. My dick was rock hard between us and I enjoyed the friction of it between both our bodies so much that—
"Ahh fuck!" I cried out as I released so much cum between us that I felt like I was soaked in it. All the while, John kept staring down at me, his breathing haggard, smiling because he'd made me empty my nuts from his fuck. It was the first time that happened.
It only reinvigorated him. I didn't think that he could go any faster or harder but he managed to do both. He would pull almost all the way out and then sink all the way back in, accenting each slam, "fuck...yeah...so...tight!" He pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. His whole body shook as he released his morning load into me.
He rolled off me and his dick slipped out of me and plopped onto his muscled stomach. We both lay there, breathing hard until his hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me into his bare chest, glistening with sweat. "Clean me up. I know that mouth is hungry."
I hesitated for only a second. Lapping up his sweat was quickly becoming a favorite past time for me. I never denied how ripped my buddy John was. He was perfectly sculpted—a true work of art. I was happy to worship such a body. The heady aroma coming from him was intoxicating and I could hardly think of anything but the task at hand. I spent a lot of time licking his torso, swirling my tongue around his nipples until he moaned, enjoying the contours of his abs and chest, even enjoying the texture of the hairs budding on his chest and trailing down from his belly button.
But, just as I almost forgot, John reminded me what he really was: a sadistic asshole. He pulled me up from his stomach and forced my face into one of his pits. Well and truly suffocating me in it. I lapped at it without complaint, not stopping until he pulled me off with his hand.
"You filthy little fag. You went right for it without hesitating. Guess you want some more?" he shoved me into his other pit.
All I could think as I washed his sweaty pits with my tongue was that he was right. I wasn't hesitating. I was enjoying this. And why not? Part of me was able to do this freely because I knew that it'd be coming to an end soon, the other part, the dark part that wanted this...well I didn't really want to think about it.
John decided to try something different. Once I was done with his pit, he told me to move off him. He pulled up both his meaty legs and held them by his head. "Eat my ass, faggot!" He insisted. I knelt down and admired his pink rosebud. I'd only gotten to enjoy Alan's once but I was infatuated with the idea of anal sex. My cock throbbed thinking of how tight and hot my buds hole probably was.
