Author note: I have decided, with this installment, to switch from a second-person perspective, to a third-person perspective. It's much easier to write consistently.
Several weeks have passed since C.J. took up residence in the living room of my two-bedroom apartment. He has settled in well. My roommate Daryl is now spending more and more time with his girlfriend Donna than in his room. I fully expect Daryl to move out soon, opening up space for C.J. to move in for good.
C.J. was making great progress coming to terms with his budding sexuality. Because of his repressive childhood, so many things I've always taken for granted are brand new to him, even given his social awakening in college. I've taken him to gay bars and clubs, introduced him to many of my friends, and even encouraged him to date some of my single friends. He was now a full member of the gang, hanging out for unbridled sex in my basement play space. He's been a quick study, developing his own technique for rimming and sucking cock.
It's now Thursday night, just six weeks since C.J. reappeared at our door. Eric and his big bear husband Donny have invited him over for dinner on Saturday night, and C.J. is eagerly looking forward to it. I have my own plans that night, with a very hairy 20-year-old college student who has a thing for "older" men like me. I fully anticipate playing Daddy for an evening.
C.J. and I are sitting shirtless on the couch, watching some dumb reality television show. "Must See TV," it definitely isn't. C.J. is snuggled into my armpit, head on my chest. I run my fingers through his hair, and trace his now fully grown-in beard.
He turns his face toward me. "This show is stupid," he says, reflecting my own feelings. I lean over and kiss him, because I can. We start making out, and I have a feeling we're going to end up fucking before the evening is over.
I don't have to wait long. Before I know it, C.J. is on his knees, opening my fly, and pulling my stiffening cock out. He gently licks the head, nabbing the first drop of precum that's leaking out even before I'm hard. He expertly swirls his tongue around the ridge of my cock, before taking it fully into his mouth. His nose buried in my pubic hair, he massages the head of my dick with his proficient throat. I groan uncontrollably. The sight of his moustache mingling with my bush turns me on like little else can.
C.J. has learned to read my sexual response, and adjusts his technique to maximize my pleasure. Periodically, he stops sucking and starts stroking, concentrating on the base. Or he'll start licking my balls. This prolongs the pleasure for both of us.
I raise my hips to allow C.J. to pull my pants off. His saliva drips down my dick while he starts licking my taint, and teasing my asshole.
I push C.J. to the floor, on his back, while I quickly remove his pants. His dick is stiff and throbbing. I take it fully into my mouth, eliciting a loud groan from him. I savor the now familiar flavor of my friend's cock, relishing the sensation of the head pounding against the back of my throat.
We sixty-nine for a few minutes, remaining on the living room floor, C.J. on his back and me straddling him. I push a couple of fingers into C.J.'s ass, eliciting another groan from him. I move on, positioning myself to give C.J. the rimming of a lifetime. His ass is so beautiful and so responsive. As I probe his hole with my tongue, I feel his sphincter attempt to clamp down on it. He groans even louder. I know that before long, I'm going to be fucking him. I relish the thought of feeling his silky smooth rectum enveloping my cock.
Abruptly, C.J. flips the script. He wiggles out from underneath me, moves behind me, and plants his tongue firmly on my hole. I yelp with pleasure. His beard feels magnificent rubbing on my ass, and I'm now starting to drip precum. He reaches between my legs and grabs my cock, pulling it hard. His reward is a handful of precum. He grabs my balls, soaking my hairy sack with my own fluid.
"You want it bad, don't you, Jake?" C.J.'s voice has a surprisingly sinister undertone. I'm startled.
He wraps his arms around my torso, leans on my back, claps a hand over my mouth, and whispers in my ear. "Listen, Jake, I'm going to fuck your ass without mercy. I'm going to pound you like you've never been pounded before. You're gonna feel my cock deeper in your ass than anything you've ever felt before. Your ass is gonna be so sore that you'll walk funny for the next week." There's something about having someone whispering in your ear that makes it more exciting.
I can't respond with his hand over my mouth, but the intensity of C.J.'s whispered words thrill me. They also frighten me a little. I realize that perhaps he's replaying the night we met, more or less, when the four of us scared him. I'm thrilled by the prospect of my young student taking charge and fully dominating me for the first time.
I nod. It's the only response I can make.
C.J. enters me roughly. Even the best rim job couldn't prepare me for the sudden, unforgiving fuck he's delivering. C.J. is like a madman, filling me with his cock, slapping my ass, and pushing my face into the carpet. "Take it you fucking bitch," he says, repeatedly. "Take my big fucking cock in your pussy." I wonder if he might be taking out some of his anger at his ex-girlfriend Jenny, the fucking shrew.
C.J.'s intensity is a huge turn-on for me. I desperately want to grab my cock, but he's holding my arms firmly on the floor. The pounding is giving me rug burn on my chest and the side of my face. The feeling of his cock relentlessly pushing in and out of my ass is like nothing I'd felt in a long time.
Without warning, C.J. cums. His entire body shakes as he plunges his cock as far as he can up my ass. His shouts of ecstasy ring in my ears as I feel his prick throbbing in my battered hole.
C.J. collapses on top of me. His sweaty body and heaving chest are fully pressed against my back, and I'm still unable to move. I feel his dick soften, finally slipping out of my ass.
After a few minutes, C.J. rolls off me. I immediately get up on my knees and start jacking my dick inches from his face. He smiles broadly. "You liked that, didn't you, Jake?"
I can't respond, because I'm reaching my own orgasm and am too busy groaning. C.J. opens his mouth, but my aim is not perfect. I got some in his mouth, but the bulk lands on his bearded cheeks and chin. It's a healthy load, so it's flowing down the sides of his face.
I lean over to kiss my friend. My own beard becomes soaked with my cum.
"Yeah, I liked it," I finally reply.
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Before I know it, it's Saturday afternoon. C.J. and I each prepare ourselves for our separate dates that evening, mostly by cleaning out our asses and making sure our pits, cocks, and taints smelled as masculine as possible without stinking. Smelling each other's musk threatens to lead to us having sex again, but I think we each want to "save" ourselves for some likely action later.
C.J. looks fantastic when I drop him off at Eric and Donny's place. Bearing a nice bottle of wine, he's wearing jeans that are so tight that they appear to be painted on, and a casual shirt open halfway down, revealing his hairy chest. "Have fun!" I yell as C.J. climbs the steps to the porch. Both Eric and Donny flash thumbs-up signs as I wave.
My date, who goes by Bobby, is waiting for me as I pull up in front of his frat house. He is probably five-foot-six, reddish blonde hair, and a chunky muscular build. He has a full beard, thick and wiry, cut short. He shows the signs of early male pattern baldness, with a notable widow's peak. His flannel shirt is open almost to his belly, revealing a thick carpet of curly reddish blond chest hair. His black leather suspenders hold up a tight pair of 501s with a pleasant bulge in the front. His black work boots complete the ensemble.
