Confessions of a Butt Muncha

I didn’t know how to answer him. He’d just asked me what I thought it felt like to get fucked. There were a few moments silence.

Lord knows, I wanted to find out what it felt like. And I wanted to find out with him. As much a best friend as a cousin. My mind was racing. Wasn’t it wrong? Mutual masturbation had been fine. It didn’t even cross my mind when we started sucking each other’s cocks, but fucking, wasn’t that crossing the line? I was only 15. He was 17, it was different for him. He was older, wiser, more confident.

I thought about it often. Especially in the summer when I was there. When we’d sleep over at each other’s houses, I’d watch him sleep in the dim orange light of the streetlamps streaming through the open windows. He always slept topless, the sheets gathered around his waist. His body fascinated me, he had strong arms, defined pecs, and a tight stomach. I took it all in with my eyes, as I played with my cock under the sheets. His skin was always golden in the summer. The hairs around his nipples bleached light blond by the sun. Occasionally he slept with one arm above his head, and I’d become fascinated by his dark blond underarm hair. I imagined sniffing it, kissing the soft skin on the inside of his upper arms. I imagined feeling his skin against mine, as our bodies slid against each other.

Sometimes, I’d notice a rogue night time boner, and imagine doing more to it than occasionally jacking it off while we watched porn. Lately I thought about the times recently when we’d straddled each other and fucked our cocks together while he watched Kelly Stafford on screen. I knew the load he’d shot was for her, and not for me, but I didn’t care. We came together twice, that had been an awesome feeling. I’d imagine what it would feel like to have his member inside me, fucking me. I’d picture him above me, looking down at me as he screwed me. It was never long until I came when these thoughts rushed through my mind. Occasionally he’d turn onto his stomach, exposing his perfect rump through his underpants. I imagined what it’d be like to fuck him. A few times I got really daring, and reached across and touched him lightly.

But now, we were here. Naked, on the floor. We’d made each other cum. This time, there was no porn. He looked at me when he shot his load. He’d kissed me! I still had my finger inside his ass! There was a chance it could happen now, it was no longer an out of reach fantasy - it was scary.

“Well, are you thinking, or avoiding the question?” he asked.

“I was just thinking. Sorry…”

He giggled. My eyes met his gaze and followed it, he was staring at my cock. It was engorged, a long string of pre-cum reaching the rug. I felt almost embarrassed, until I noticed that his own cock had found a new lease of life, and was growing as I looked.

“Do you like having it inside me, down there. Does it make you feel anything?”

“Yes.” I answered. “It feels, awesome. Like, being really close to you. Well, inside you. It’s great.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“Yes. A lot.”

“Do you want to try putting two fingers in?”

I nodded. I pulled out of him, and spat on my fingers again. He grabbed my wrist, and guided my two fingers slowly inside him. He winced, gasped, and held it still for a while. Then he relaxed, and my two fingers began to slide inside him. It was a lot tighter this way. I guided them gently through the silky, hot maze of his bowels, and felt him relax around me, and after a few seconds to adjust, he began pulling my hand back and forth, fucking himself with my fingers.

He moaned and writhed as I did this for several minutes. His cock was now swollen, no longer lying flat against his stomach but raised up in the air. I touched it, but he pushed my hand away. Instead, he collected the silvery strings of pre-cum from my dick, and licked them from his fingers. He reached for a tub of Vaseline on the table beside him, and dug out a large glob. I wondered how carefully he’d planned this, it was right on hand! He rubbed it between his fingers for a while, until it became slippery, and reached down and coated my cock with the grease. As he circled my cock with his warm hand, I moaned, loudly.

“Easy boy, don’t cum yet!”

I nodded.

“Does it still feel good, doing that to me?”

“Yeah… it does.”

“What do you think it’ll feel like with your dick in there, instead?”

I was still shaking like a leaf. I managed a brief smile. He collected a second glob of Vaseline, again warming it in his hand before spreading it against his hole. He wiped the excess off on my dick again. He pulled his legs back, so that his knees were tight in to his chest, and pulled me forward to kiss him. My dick slid along his crack, and brushed his balls. It felt great, the lube seemed to increase the pleasure. He grabbed my ass, pulling me in, so I began to fuck his crack, feeling my cock slide against his hole and balls as we lapped at each other’s tongues, tasting each other, kissing each other passionately.

“Stick it inside me.” Gareth almost commanded.

I lined the head of my cock up with his hole, and tried to push it inside. I couldn’t get it in. He told me to spit on my dick, and try again. This time, he guided me. I pushed harder, until under the pressure, I finally started to slide inside him. He pushed his hand against my hip to control how fast I went in. By the time the head was entirely inside him, he told me to stop. It took him almost a minute to relax, before he told me to push again. This time, I slid about 2 inches inside him, as slowly as I could. I felt the walls of his guts squeezing my dick, as they had my fingers. It felt just as hot. I could feel a bead of pre-cum being forced out of my slit inside him. Another moment’s rest before he relaxed. This time I felt the muscles let loose their grip on my cock, and his entire body relaxed. I looked down, to see his ass swallowing my rod. It was an awesome sight, and made me swell inside him. I pushed again, now feeling my cock following those tight contours inside him. His guts were just as inviting as they had been when I’d finger fucked him earlier. Within a few minutes, I was sunk right inside him. I pushed it in to the hilt, then pulled back a little to allow him to relax, he seemed more comfortable that way.

He pulled my head towards him again, kissing me just as hard, and just as deep as he had done the first time. When he was ready, I began sliding my cock in and out of his tight ass slowly, no more than an inch to begin with, then two, three. I’d picked up speed, and began kissing his neck. He threw his arms over his head and moaned, and I buried my face in his armpit. I sniffed deeply, breathing him in, enjoying his scent, then I licked, and tasted his fresh sweat. I kissed the soft skin on the inside of his arms, and licked his biceps. I thought about how long I’d thought of this, how many nights I’d dreamed of this happening.

I sat up on my legs, and looked at Gareth. Really looked at him. I saw his face, smiling that cheeky one sided smile back at me, as he bit his bottom lip. His face was flushed, a tiny vein standing out on his forehead. His neck was slightly red where I’d been kissing it, and nibbling at it. His smooth chest was gleaming with beads of sweat now. The light blond hairs around his nipples glistened in the light. A bead of sweat rolled onto his nipple. I reached down and touched it, he moaned. I gripped lightly, squeezing his now erect nipple. He poked his tongue out at me. I smiled back. Small beads of sweat were similarly dripping down his stomach, leaving trails behind them. They followed the contours of the muscles beneath the skin, which appeared to tense as he breathed. I took in his navel, and followed his dark blond treasure trail down to his cock, which bounced as I fucked him. His foreskin covered three quarters of his swollen, blood filled glans. A thin thread of clear fluid oozed from his slit, and ended on his stomach. I collected it with my finger, and licked it off. I wrapped my hand around his cock, but he pushed me away again. I glanced down at my cock, buried deep inside him now. I watched as I slid almost all of the way out, and I watched him swallow me as I pushed it slowly back in. His whole body moved on the rug with every thrust.

We kissed again. I throbbed inside him, and began fucking him faster, his legs now spread wide as I pinned them back with my arms. He moaned beneath me, and I drew my arms around, and slid them under his, holding onto his shoulders as I pulled myself deeper inside him. He pulled me closer, too. I could feel his dick pressing against my stomach. When it twitched, I felt his ass squeeze my cock inside him. He reached his hands down, and fondled my balls. This, and his slick, hot gut was more than I could take, I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long - I was close.

I nestled my head into his shoulder, so we were cheek to cheek as I began fucking my swollen tool into his hot hole viciously. He wrapped his legs around my back, and threw his head back as he moaned.

“Come on, cunt! Yeah! Fuck me!”

He slapped my ass, hard, and grabbed me, pulling me inside him. I pushed forward with my legs, until his ring was stretched right around the base of my cock, and I couldn’t go any further, and still I pushed into him. He writhed underneath me, tightening the grip of his legs around my back. As I used his tight, hungry ass, one gut-busting thrust led to another, and another, and another. Every stroke in and out of him was pure, perfect pleasure. Our sweat soaked bodies slapped together, but my balls were no longer slapping against his ass. I heard him inhale sharply again, as though he was in pain. I was loving this, but I knew I was going to have to cum soon. I didn’t want to hurt him, and this was bound to hurt. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I was.

“I wanna make you cum inside me!”

I fucked frantically at his hole, now. I felt my balls begin to tingle, and tighten even more. I growled, I was going to give him what he wanted. He pulled me towards his mouth, and kissed me again. He bit my bottom lip, and let out a muffled scream. I filled my lungs with air as my ears began to buzz. I pulled myself inside him with my arms, and pushed with my legs, as deep as it was possible to go. And with that, I let go, my balls tightened as I emptied them into his guts. I roared, the neighbours must have heard it. I felt that orgasm in my entire body, from my toes to my fingers. I almost convulsed as I fed my load into his chute. Gareth let out the same muffled scream as before as I sprayed his insides with wad after wad of spunk. I slowed, he reached forward and grabbed my butt, indicating that he didn’t want me to stop.

“Don’t stop ’til you have to.”

Of course, I obliged. I fucked it into him until my drained nuts screamed for me to stop. I collapsed on top of him, and he wriggled off my cock. I felt him push, and my subsiding hard-on slipped out of him. He wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight to his chest.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Love it.” was all I could manage, between pants.

“Me too. I could fucking love you, after that!” he giggled.

I smiled, and caught my breath. I slid my hand down to his rock hard cock. I wanted to make him cum, especially after that.

“Wanna help me out now, buddy?”

I nodded. He stood up, and got me onto all fours. I knew what was coming. It couldn’t be that bad, he seemed to enjoy it! And I really did want it. If it was like having him finger me earlier, I supposed I could start to like it. What happened next almost made me jump out of my skin. I felt him pull my butt cheeks apart gently, and something warm and wet hit my hole. I felt his warm breath, and realized it was his tongue. He licked at my asshole, and circled it with his tongue. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious, I was moaning with pleasure instantly, and bucking back against his face. He slurped and grunted as he worked my hole with his tongue. His breath was warm against my wet crack, and as he inhaled, it chilled my skin. The sensation was intensely pleasurable. Hearing him enjoy it added to the thrill.

I felt him slide a spit lubed finger inside me again. This time I pushed down on it, as he drove it inside me. It stung, but not as much as it had the first time. Within a minute or two, the stinging subsided completely, and I was left gasping as he continually hit my prostate. I felt him pull out, and spit against my hole as he pushed two fingers inside me. It stung again, but I knew it’d subside in a moment. I bit my lip and pushed against his hand. He was kissing my cheeks, and tonguing the outside of my ring as he probed me. He pulled his fingers out, and spread my cheeks again, stretching and exposing my pussy. This time, I felt his tongue flick against my hole, before he pushed it inside me. It can’t have gone in very far, but it was enough. His tongue was warm compared to his fingers, and soft. His breath caressed my ass and his slurping drove me wild as he relentlessly tongue fucked me. Within minutes I was yelping and squirming in pleasure, twitching for his cock.

He reached for the tub of Vaseline again, and lubed up his dick, before smearing a blob of grease against my hole, and working it in with his fingers. He moved in behind me, and slid his cock along the length of my crack. He kissed my back, and licked my shoulder blades, making me shiver.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. A long, long time.”

“Me too. But I’m scared.” I managed.

“Don’t be scared. If I can take it, you can take it.”

I felt his cock head pressing against my chute, he began to push. I bit my lip, and closed my eyes. It wasn’t going in, he increased the pressure. With that, I felt myself give way, as he began to slide inside me. It didn’t hurt at all. He pushed a little bit more, and it began to sting. He must have realised this, because he pulled out, and spat against my hole again. He pushed gently, steadily increasing the pressure. Again, I gave way and he began to slide inside. He got a bit further this time, and again it stung. I winced, and he pulled out. He spat, and tried again. This time, he slid in a little more easily. I could feel him hit the turns inside my own gut as he impaled me. He must have been about halfway in when it started to sting again. I winced, but this time he didn’t pull out, instead he pushed further in. I wriggled in pain, my ass felt like it was on fire. I wanted him to pull out, but he kept pushing deeper inside me. I felt like I was being ripped in two, and just as I thought I couldn’t stand the pain any longer, he stopped. He was all the way in. He held me tight, to stop me from moving away from his cock, but still I struggled.

It took a few moments for the pain to start to disappear. As soon as I stopped struggling, I noticed that he was kissing my back.

“It’ll get better. Don’t fight me, please. I want this, so badly. I think you do, too.”

His words relaxed me, he was right, and he knew what I wanted. I felt him begin to pull out of my ass slowly, stinging again. He drove it back home, stopping just short of the full length. He repeated this several times, each time, the burning, stinging sensation was less noticeable. He began to pick up speed, and I was aware that I was now half hard again, a huge string of silvery liquid sliding from my dick. At this point, he grabbed one of my hands, and guided it awkwardly towards his ass. I noticed it was wet, and as his dick throbbed inside me, I felt another glob spill out of his hole. It was my cum leaking out of his ass as he fucked me. I felt my cock twitch, and hoped that this was his way of telling me what he was going to do to me.

Gareth pushed me forward, so that I was lying flat on the floor, still pumping at my rear. With every stroke now, I could feel his abs flex, and he let out faint moans of pleasure. I had no choice but to join in with the moans. I wasn’t in control of my own body any longer.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit. I fucking love this. I love it.”

He pushed his legs between mine, spreading them, giving himself easier access to my ass. This enhanced the feeling of pleasure, and I could hardly feel any pain at all. I found myself bucking back against him, and this did something to Gareth that I liked. His entire body tensed, he grabbed my shoulders, and pulled himself deep inside me. He moaned, and nibbled the back of my neck, breathing heavily, sometimes snorting. I felt powerless against this strong, animalistic man on my back. I’d surrendered myself to him. I was giving him pleasure, and I loved it. He slid his cock out, and drove it back home forcefully now, hitting my prostate every time and making my toes curl.

His balls slapped against mine as he sank deep inside me, stretching my ring around the base of his knob. I could feel my ass tighten onto his cock with every stroke for a moment of sweet possession, before he slid out again, the return sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the sweat running down my back as it dripped from his chest. The odd bead dripped from his face, and rolled down my cheek. I tried to catch one with my mouth, and succeeded. He tasted sweet on the tip of my tongue.

I was now aware that instead of resisting him, my ass was practically eating his cock. He increased his pace, hearing his body slap against mine seemed to turn him on as much as it did me. I could feel him tense, pulling himself on my shoulders as I had done with him, trying to bury his cock further into my guts with every stroke. He began to pant, and growl, just as I had done. His body started to shake, and I felt his cock swell inside me. This was the final swell, I could tell. He bit the back of my neck, and through barred teeth he growled, “Oh fuck, here it comes. I’m gonna cum in you.”

With one last, ferocious growl, he slammed his cock deep into me, and once again I felt that tearing sensation in my sphincter, only this time I wasn’t worried about the pain. My arse clamped down on his cock, and I guess that’s what he needed. His cock let go inside me, and spurt after spurt of his spunk hit my tube and sprayed my guts. It felt white hot as it hit my insides, and I yelled in ecstasy. I was reaching between my legs awkwardly, still teasing his hole with my fingers. I felt his ring twitch, and a small stream of my cum leak from his hole as he filled me with his own seed. It dripped down his balls, and dripped onto mine. I fucked back onto his cock as he continued to drain himself inside me. Gareth collapsed onto me, gasping for air and drenched in sweat, as I smiled, and felt satisfied that his creamy load was just for me, this time. No blonde porn stars, no pretence. It was just for me.

“How was that?” he asked.

“It was heaven,” I responded. My bowels were ravaged, and stung as he pulled out. My legs were aching, my back hurt, and my dick felt bruised. And yet, it was the truth. It was heaven.

He slapped my ass, and giggled.

“I’ve fucking ruined that hole, man. I totally wrecked it. Don’t sue me if you can’t walk for a week.”

He sprang up off the floor, wincing and grabbing at his own ass.

“I think I messed you up a bit, too. I guess you’re my bitch now, huh?” I joked.

“Getting cheeky, I see! You’re the bitch, I’m the dawg.” he winked at me. “You staying over tonight?”

I was going to enjoy this summer.

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