By Keith Hernandez
Scott was a friend. One of my best friends really. But as I lay there over the side of the love seat trying to breathe, trying to process the last 30 minutes, I realized I might have been mistaken.
I was draped over the side of the little half-sofa, my head down, my ass up. My butthole was raw and gaped...cum had just been pumped deep into my bowels. Scott's cum. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and dried off with a towel. My legs were numb and shaking a little. I couldn't stand. I reached back and touched my bottom, lifting my head a little with a groan.
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." Scott said. "You'll get used to it. And I know you came. I could feel it. I came like a motherfucker dude. So did you. The whole street probably heard you."
I looked back at Scott and he was smiling. He was a big man, 6'2" and 200+ pounds. Chiseled abs and a muscular hairy chest from work and the gym. He was a specimen of masculinity, that was for sure. What did he mean? Get used to it? I did come. And I came harder than I had in months. Maybe years...that might have been the most humiliating thing.
He tossed the towel back into the bathroom, revealing his thick cock. It dangled low and lay against his muscular thigh. He turned and padded down the hallway, his white butt glowing against his tanned body. I could hear his big penis slap against his thighs as he disappeared...it brought back a flash memory from a few minutes earlier.
A memory of that big cock being pounded into my backside as he gripped my hips and pulled my ass up, slapping it rhythmically against those same thighs. I remembered him growling as he pressed deeper and deeper as his orgasm ramped up.
He must have hit the spot. He must have hit something because I began to feel like I could pee. And my asshole, stretched as it was, began to send this incredible feeling into my cock and balls and up into my...into my core.
I can't explain it, but as Scott fucked my ass I had an incredibly long and incredibly intense orgasm. An ass-gasm. I cried out and cried out and cried out louder and louder until I was practically screaming. Scott roared and exploded inside me, shooting his big wet load deep inside my ass and holding me up tight against his pelvis. He was fully in me and boy was he big. I blinked away a couple of tears from the mind-blowing climax.
My legs were shaking as Scott let me down and huffed and puffed out of his climax. When he finally pulled out and went to clean up I began to realize how shaken I was. And it wasn't because my friend had just taken me. It wasn't because I had just had my first gay encounter. It was from the orgasm. My insides were churning.
*How It Began*
I think it started with the ass slap. I was at the bar drinking with Scott and some other buddies when I felt a hard slap sting my ass. I looked back and it was Scott laughing and putting his arm around me.
"How they hanging?" he howled. I suppose in retrospect I should have done something. Anything. Punch him in the arm.
I actually didn't do anything, just took a swig of my beer and clasped his hand, with a "What's up?" And that was the pattern.
Usually Scott greeted me with a big laugh and a slap on the ass. Sometimes I said "Hey!" if it really got me, and sometimes he would comment on my ass.
"How can I not slap that ass?" It was all just joking around. Years went by and that was all it was.
When he was drunk, however, the slap was more...more of a slap and grab. Once or twice he followed the slap with a pinch or a squeeze.
I should have put an end to it but it just seemed so innocent. Gay never entered my mind. It just didn't. Hell we had both been married and divorced and we talked about chicks and fucking.
But I definitely knew that Scott had a bit of a thing for my ass. And it was great ass, I must say. Round and firm, it was probably what my girlfriends liked best.
I was a bit smallish for a man, about 5'8" 160lbs. I had a small dick to match. I measured it and it didn't quite reach 5 inches. But I did okay...I was nice-looking and I had a great hair that I could grow out. And I had my high bubble-butt. I did just fine with the ladies. No complaints. And so a part of me just thought the ass stuff was just Scott paying homage to my fine booty.
One night we slipped away from the bars and went to a friend's house with a hot tub. We had a divorced gal with us and we all stripped down to our birthday suits and hopped in.
It was dark so it was hard to see a whole lot. Mostly my eyes were on on the girl's nipples as they bobbed and poked up from the water on occasion. As I got up to go to the bathroom I noticed that Scott's eyes followed me before turning back to
his beer. And I definitely noticed something about Scott...because he made no effort to hide his very large penis.
He got up and did something and when he slid back into the water he paused and took a swig of Bud. His cock was huge! It hung twice as low as mine and was thick. He didn't miss a chance to let us all look.
The gal was the first one to say something, as Scott stood by the hot tub and fiddled with the settings.
She took a drink and glanced over at me and then said, "Dude you are so hung..." Scott just laughed and gave his hips a shake. When he climbed back up he sat on the edge of tub directly across from us, his thick rope hanging there, not even hard.
Things eventually started happening. Me and Scott took turns making out with this chick and she called him "Big Scott" and grabbed his fat schlong.
It rose now and started to point skyward, a rose colored head glistening in the night. My smaller penis was soft, I had trouble getting up. It was awkward with Scott there and he had this huge cock and it just was not happening.
She started to go down on Scott and he groaned as she sucked on him. He looked at me and noticed I was soft and he turned her towards me and told her to get me hard. She did get me hard, by sucking on me.
Scott pulled her off me and laid her on the side of the hot tub and spread her legs. He didn't eat her out, he fingered her for a second or two and told her to keep sucking me. Scott was totally in charge.
I stepped up and leaned over her so she could go back to work on me. Scott, meanwhile, was lining up his meat and began to shove it into her.
She squealed and her eyes flew wide open when he pushed in. She moaned and
curled her legs up, twisting her head off of my little pecker. "Oh my God it's so big! Go slow you're huge..."
Scott fucked her slowly and it was hard for her to keep sucking me. I moved down to her tits and sucked them as he picked up speed. I would suck on the tits and look down at his thick shaft as it pierced her vagina, slick and hard, pounding it and slapping away.
Sometimes his cock would pop out and flop out only inches from my face as I suckled her nipples. Scott announced that he was going to come and I thought, "If he pulls out I"m going to get a face full of jizz."
He did pull out, and I stood up just in time to watch him squirt four or five thick ropes of cum all over her face and tits. He absolutely hosed her...it was impressive.
I definitely was not in his league. After he came I slid my cock around her face and actually into some of Scott's cum. She sucked it off my little dick and began to give me head.
Scott hooted and slapped my bare ass with a loud "Thwack!" It stung and I had to concentrate as hard as I could but I did reach a quick climax in her mouth.
