Thump! Thump! Thump! went Devon’s heart. He then wiped some sweat from his brow.

The door opened and, sure enough, there once again was his oldest friend. To his surprise, Jason was standing with a towel around him (apparently only a towel, if Devon had to guess on the spot) and his hair was wet, slicked back as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. Devon, too, had showered before coming – even shaving his crack and trimming his pubes with his beard trimmer, something he’d never really bothered doing before – but certainly wasn’t this freshly showered.

“Devon,” Jason breathed, his voice oddly low. A little awkwardly. At least he’s a little awkward about this, too. “What’s up, man… c’mon in.”

With that, Devon nodded and headed in, as his buddy’s hand landed on his shoulder and all but pulled him in. The inside was dark, lit only by a distant kitchen light. Ah, mood lighting, he thought to himself.

“So sorry about last time, bro. Like I said, I want to make it up to you.”

As soon as Devon came inside and the door was whooshed closed, he could smell the liquor on Jason’s breath – which had to be strong for him to smell it, since he was fairly drunk himself.

“Here… this way.”

With that, Devon felt himself guided down a dark hallway to a room he hadn’t seen during his one and only other visit. As anticipation set in even worse than before, he realized it must be the bedroom. Jason guided him into it and closed the door behind him, big grin on his face. The room was also ill-lit, only lit by a dim nightstand light. He noticed offhandedly that Jason had the same Grand Theft Auto V poster as him on the wall, with the voluptuous woman there giving a peace sign. He had to smile at that. Now, Devon’s heart wasn’t beating as fast as it was when he’d approached Jason’s door but it was still beating fast enough that he was still obviously a pretty nervous wreck.

I wonder if I can even get it up at this point if —

Jason’s hand reached around and cupped Devon’s right asscheek through his shorts. He pulled him in for what could only be described as a passionate hug at that point, nuzzling his nose and mouth around Devon’s neck area. Not kissing, but just nuzzling. Devon’s cock sprang to life, instantly getting hard.

Ah! Never mind, then. Ah jeeze…

“Mmmm…” Jason sighed as he relented his embrace. He then locked drunken eyes with Devon. They just held each other’s gaze a moment then, awkwardly. They both kind of giggled. Suddenly, Jason tugged at the top of Devon’s shorts.

“Yeah?” Devon asked, smiling broadly.

Jason giggled a little more, drunkenly. Flashed the biggest smile he’d seen yet… then dropped his towel. It was then he saw once again that beautiful 8 inch erect cock of his, ready for action. Devon didn’t know what to do so he just stood there, shocked. After a moment, he quickly threw off his tanktop and whisked out of his boxers

“Get on the bed,” Jason spoke. It almost sounded like a command, which Devon found himself not particularly minding.

He did so, kind of sitting on the edge of the bed, his dick pointing upward as he did. He felt silly, but his anticipation quickly overrode most of that. Boy, what would happen next? He looked to Jason, who was shaking his head.

“What do you want me to do?” Devon asked.

Jason came forward and knelt down in front of him on the floor. Just like that he reached forward and took Devon’s cock in his hand, gingerly at first. He brought his head close to it, studying it. He opened his mouth a little bit as he did.

Is he… is he going to suck me? Devon pondered.

Jason winced, then let go of his cock just as quickly as he had grabbed it. “Naw, I can’t do that. Naw.” He shook his head a little to Devon’s dismay, then rubbed his head a little. After a moment, he looked back at Jason more resolutely. “Get down on all fours.”

OK, good… it’s not still weird. “Yeah?”

“So you, uh… you want it, right? Are you ready?”

Devon gulped but put on a good smile. He did want it, of course, but this seemed to be running dangerously close to getting weird again. “You sure you don’t want me to… y’know, suck you?”

Jason thought about it a little, or seemed to, then winced again. “Naw, naw, not like this.” He cleared his throat. “Just get on all fours. OK, Devon?”

“OK.”

Devon did so giddily, laying on his knees and elbows, facing the headboard of the bed. As he waited, unsure of what was going on behind him, he found himself kind of arching his back and butt up as he lowered his head to the trio of pillows he found there. As his head halfway lay there, he smelled the familiar and pleasant scent of Jason’s sweat and cologne, all comingled together.

A few moments later he felt a wet and cold finger dancing around at his ass crack. He hadn’t even heard him grab any lube and yet he must have. Up and down, over and over, slowly but intently the finger went.

“Tonight you’re my girlfriend, Devon. Do you like that?”

Devon found himself subconsciously smiling. “Yes. I like that. A lot, I think.”

That finger then entered. In and out, rhythmically. Then another finger joined. Devon felt a jolt of pain then, something he had never felt quite like before. A different kind of pain, to be sure, but pain for sure.

“It’s OK, buddy,” Jason assured him. “You just have to get used to it, I’ve heard.”

As he kept at it… well, he wasn’t wrong. Soon his two fingers were joined by a third, pumping in and out then, and before long it didn’t feel bad at all. Devon found himself enjoying the sensation of being filled and then refilled, free of any pain.

“I think I’m ready,” Devon said, turning his head to look at Jason, who he saw generously lubing up his cock.

“Don’t look at me!” Jason shouted at him. It startled him, and he quickly looked away.

Oh no! “I- I won’t.”

Jason took a moment, then spoke more softly then, “It’s OK, Devon. Here it comes…”

And it did. While the three fingers didn’t cause him pain, he did feel a jolt again as the head of Jason’s cock entered his puckered asshole. He gritted his teeth a moment and was thankful that Jason gave him a few moments to adjust then. He did. As Jason grabbed his hips and the slow and deliberate thrusts began it went away again… leaving him only with that satisfying feeling of being filled over and over again.

Devon found it hard to describe. He wouldn’t ever describe himself as ever feeling empty down there, but the way Jason was entering him over and over again, he felt over and over again sensations of being woefully empty, only to be immediately replaced with that warm fullness again. Over and over again.

“Mmm… you can go faster, Jason…”

It seemed like that was the only greenlight Jason needed. Devon could feel his whole length in him then and, as the tempo increased, he could feel his big balls against his ass. He felt so full as they went, what began as a slow, loving speed soon became a steady jackhammering. As moments of discomfort floated through Devon’s mind, feelings of “this is wrong” creeping into his brain, he felt assured in telling himself that this was absolutely where he needed to be and what he needed to be doing. Also, the way Jason held his hips oddly made him feel “safe.” Protected, even. Is this what it’s like for a woman to be fucked? he wondered, idly. It is wonderful.

He wasn’t scared. This felt totally natural now. He “got” it.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Jason… your pussy is amazing.”

“Yeah?” Devon just went with it. “This pussy is alllll yours. Fuck your girlfriend, baby.”

Fuck! I called him baby. Where did that come from?! I hope he doesn’t get mad at me again.

He didn’t. Jason kept going, roaring at times as he slammed into his oldest friend’s ass over and over again, making his cheeks clap at times. He seemed more aroused, if anything. They lost track of time as it continued.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” Jason finally bellowed.

“Yes! YES!” Devon shouted behind him, careful not to make eye contact. “Give me your baby gravy! I want it! Shoot it in me! Fill me up!”

“Fuuuuuck!!!”

Jason gave a loud moan as he thrust faster and faster into Devon’s ass. He was almost there! His thrusts became shorter as did his breaths then, and he leaned his chest against Jason’s back, nuzzling his neck once more. Devon loved it. Finally, with a roar, Jason slammed hard into him and just held it there, as he came deep into his bowels. He gave deep grunts as burst after burst of semen must have been being shot, his body quivering as his balls were being emptied. Leading up to this Devon had found himself often fantasizing about feeling his friend’s hot cum squirting into his ass, but he honestly couldn’t say that he felt that – instead, what he did feel was Jason’s cock growing even bigger than it was, then twitching, spasming rhythmically inside him. It felt comforting and lovely and… right. Nothing felt more right. With every pulse.

Jason gave his waist a gentle squeeze before collapsing to one side on the bed, leaving a trail of hot sweat across Devon’s back as he went. Devon remained there on all fours a while, his thighs shaking a bit, unsure of what to do but knowing he didn’t want the moment to end so soon. He felt some of Jason’s warm cum trickling down the back of his balls to drip onto the mattress below him, then another thick bead travel down his left thigh as he held position.

God, this is hot, Devon thought to himself, in heaven. It felt so good. His thoughts became “glowy” then, in this post-coital moment of bliss. He thought to himself how rewarding it was to know that even in their drunken state his friend had trusted him with his seed, that he regarded his ass as somewhere he could gift it… because as far as he was concerned he would treasure whatever was left of it inside of him. Devon then let himself collapse on his own side then, facing Jason now. He felt so wet down there, which only kept him turned on – and while his own cock had never stopped being hard, cumming himself had never even been a thought in the midst of all of this pleasure. He did feel like a good “girlfriend,” now that it was all said and done. He could beat off about this supremely later on, this blissful memory now firmly “banked.”

He looked at Jason now, smiling, waiting for something… anything.

“Are… eh, we OK, Jason…?” he asked. “I really liked that.” He put a hand on Jason’s thigh and rubbed a bit, squeezed. He really felt his feminine side coming out. “Tell me.”

Jason was again doing the wincing thing, rubbing his forehead with a hand. Not a good sign! “I need a drink.”

Oh, OK, that I can do, Devon thought. Honestly, I could probably use another one myself after all of this! He nodded, wanting to help. And actually the idea of “serving” his oldest friend now after what they’d just done kind of turned him on further. “No worries, I can get it for you.” He began getting up. “I can just go and -“

“NO!” Jason roared. There was no mixed messaging in that. “Get out!”

Devon trembled with shock. “B-but what did -“

Jason shot up, jabbing a finger at the door with ferocity. “You fucking well heard me! Get the fuck out of here! OUT!!!”

As Devon faltered, Jason reached down, covering himself up with part of a blanket as he snatched up Devon’s shorts and threw them at him.

“OUT!!!”

No… not again. Not like this!

Devon, at a complete loss for words, wounded terribly, just quickly gathered his clothes as fast as he could and headed out of the bedroom in a flurry.

TO BE CONTINUED…