My Friend's Cocksucker E8 | I asked my straight friend if he's ever fucked a man before and he said... (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18.

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I haven't worn this shirt in ages. I got it around my third year of college and wore it twice before it didn't fit right anymore. I kept it all these years because I thought eventually I might get back in shape. 

It's a little tight still, but it fits. Maybe it's actually nice that it fits like this now. I remember that the first time I wore it, the shoulders kind of fell off me. It’s black, so it hides a lot. The way it sits on me now though, makes me feel big. Good big.

I'll have to thank Ramon for that. Without him, I wouldn't be so consistent with the gym. Being there at 6am is brutal, but it's paid off. I experimented with the sleeves a couple different ways before settling on rolled up. 

“No fucking way!” Ramon grips me by the shoulder as soon as he sees me in a club. “I didn't know you had anything but t-shirts!” He’s wearing a black button up too, with a classy overshirt. “What are we celebrating?” 

“My freedom.”

“What?” My friend gets closer and I get a face full of his cologne. 

“Freedom!” I say in his ear. He turns his head and smiles at me, our noses inches from each other. 

“Libertad,” Ramon says and I hear it clearly despite the loud bass pounding on. “Let’s get some bitches.” 

We downed a couple shots to get warmed up, and then Ramon led the way to the dance floor. His eyes were like those of a hawk, scanning each woman one at a time, assessing the method to approach the right way. 

I know he's horny. He wouldn't have texted Julio if he wasn't. Actually, come to think of it, he's always a horny fucker. Otherwise, he wouldn't have a cocksucker for the nights he doesn't want to hunt.

“Gavin.” He nods with his chin towards a crowd of people. I try to figure out what he's calling my attention to. None of the girls look like they could be of his interest. “To the side of purple hair,” Ramon says in my ear. 

To the side of the purple hair girl… oh. 

Two guys dancing with each other, in a way that asks for no further explanation. They don't look like they found each other at the dance floor with the ways their hips gyrate together. 

“You think they're just friends?” Ramon jokes in my ear. 

“I don't think so,” I chuckle. He plants one on my cheeks.

“That could be us. Best friends just dancing the night away.” 

“Yeah, I don't think so.” The wetness of his kiss evaporates with the way my cheek burns. 

“We're a hotter couple than them.” He grabs my hips and dances on me. The force of his crotch pushing against me, following the beat of the music, catches me off guard. 

But the liquid courage made me feel loose, so I lifted my arms to grind on him like I've seen girls do. 

“Haha!” Ramon laughs in my ear. “You wanna play chicken? I'm not backing down!” His right hand grabs my waist, and he synchronizes his hips with mine. “Come on. Show me what that white ass does.” 

I laugh uncontrollably as I play a caricature of a club girl, bending forward to wiggle my butt into his crotch. The people around us cheer us on, and that makes me lose more of my inhibitions.

Ramon too. He plays along, making sure his groin is glued to my ass as I do ridiculous dance moves. 

It was… so much fun.

When the song ended, the crowd turned their attention away from us. I stood up straight, and felt the rush of euphoria come out of my pores. The DJ puts on a slower song, and the crowd thins out.

“When a woman dances like that on me, I call a cab.” Ramon continues the game, wrapping his arm around my stomach and swaying along with me. I giddily lean back on him, giggling at the feeling of his trimmed beard on my neck. 

“Ramon. Question.” I can't help laughing. “It's weird. Don't get mad.”

“Anything, bella,” he says. His face is as hot as mine. 

“You ever fuck a guy?” I ask, taking in the feeling of the rough hair on his face scratching me. 

“You want to know the truth?” 

“Is that a yes?” 

“I was single all throughout college. Never wanted to be tied down.” Ramon wraps both arms around me. It's making me too warm, but it's nice at the same time. 

“So, yes?” I try to see if he's being serious, but it's not possible to turn in his embrace. 

“Yes,” he says directly in my left ear. 

Then, it felt serious. The whole time I was dancing on him, it was just playing. 

He’s fucked a guy. He fucks guys for all I know. 

“How was it?” 

“What?” Ramon moves his head so that his ear is closer to my mouth. 

“Was it good?” I ask. My friend chuckles, but I don't hear it with the loud music. I feel it through my back. 

Then, his embrace was gone, ending with a passing graze on my chest. Ramon walked through the crowd, and I followed him. We pushed through until we got to a side door, and the night’s fresh air hit us as the door shut the music on the other side. 

My ears pounded like they always did after a club. The cold air brought reality back, and I leaned against the wall to not stumble around. 

“Did you ask me if it was good?” Ramon laughs, coming up to me and grips my shoulders. “You're a freak, man!” 

“I'm just… wondering,” I say between laughs. 

“It's hella tight, that's all I'm going to say.” He smoothes out my shirt. 

“Tighter than a pussy?” 

“Oh yeah,” he says assuredly. “I told you that rimjob was a slippery slope.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“First you get the donut cleaned, and then…” Ramon’s face suddenly turns serious. “He fingered you, didn't he?”

The sober feeling hit quickly. I look into his dark brown eyes. 

“Did you cum with his finger in your ass?” he asks. I shake my head slightly. “I did the first time. Why didn't you?” 

“No…time.” My tight pants get tighter. 

“No time,” Ramon repeats. “You were with him just before?” I nod. “Did you like it?” 

I nod again.

His strong hands pat my arms down, moving past my hands to hips. 

“Not hot bellas tonight at the club, huh?” He squeezes the outside of my thighs, ignoring the burning heat from between my legs. 

“They probably thought we were gay,” I say. 

“Probably.” His hands creep up to my button. “Maybe we should call a cab home.” 

“Probably,” I say and he looks up into my eyes.

Yes.

I want to.

Yes.

His brown eyes stare unwaveringly into me as he unbuttons my pants. They're tight, so he takes a minute to pull them down my thigh. 

“Ah…” I moan lightly as he squeezes my hard on. His eyes flicker at the confirmation and his hands guide me to turn around to face the wall. 

Oh fuck… is this really happening? 

The clink of him undoing his belt is so exciting.

He's going to do it. 

“I'll be gentle,” Ramon whispers. His body heat closes on me as he presses onto me skin against skin. 

He’s hard. 

He's hard for me. 

For my virgin ass.

“Oh!” I knock my head on the wall as I feel a large pressure. He pulls my pants further down, and after a certain point, they drop to my ankles. 

It's happening. 

Oh god, it's happening.

“MM!” I grunt as something much bigger than a finger penetrates me. 

“Apretada…” Ramon pulls out and I hear him spit on his cock. 

“What does that mean?” 

“Tight.” His tip slides in easily. “Does it hurt?” 

“No… yes…oh…” My legs tremble as he enters me. 

“Then you do it. Like the way you were dancing on me.” 

I smile at the wall, and try to channel the dance floor me. Moving slowly with his cock wedged in me, I move my hips to imaginary music. 

“Oh yeah…oh yeah…” 

His voice. That was the music.

“That's it. You got it…” He slips his hands under my shirt and rubs my skin, motivating me to keep grinding on him. “You like that?” 

“I want to piss,” I groan, feeling the pressure from before coming back. This time stronger and even more urgent.

“No, you just think you do. Ready to get fucked?” 

“I really think I should piss first,” I groan. I place my palms flat on the wall as he thrusts slowly, taking over our dance. 

“Go ahead. You’re already facing a wall. Oh, you're tight, buddy. How many fingers Julio put in?”

“One… oh…oh…” I feel his shirt sitting at my tailbone as he humps, increasing and decreasing the pressure in function of how deep he gets. 

“Yeah, buddy?” Ramon says, driving himself into me. “You like my big dick?” 

“It's big,” I confirm.

“Say you like it then.” His hand crawl down to where my pubes are, and pushes down my boner. 

“I'm going to piss myself… I'm not kidding…” My fingers scratch the harsh surface of the wall. 

“Let it happen,” Ramon grunts. “And tell me what my big dick feels like inside this tight ass.” 

“It feels like… I'm going to piss… oh!” 

I try to hold back as his dick presses on the emergency button on me. 

I can't… I can't hold it! 

“Go ahead, Gavin. It's okay.” 

“Ah…” I whimper as I surrender myself to the immense pressure. My last defenses are pounded away by his ins and outs, and I let go of the remaining control. “Fuck,” I whisper as liquid jets out of my hard cock. 

“Oh…” Ramon moans loudly in my ear as I involuntarily squeeze around him. “Culo apretado! Fuck!” 

“Oh!” His fucks become raw and unregulated, hitting spots that he didn't before. “Oh! Oh shit!” I look down and watch cum drip out of my cock. Not wanting to miss out on an orgasm, I stroke myself fast.

“I'm cumming in your ass,” he says in a haggard breath. “Yes… yes…fuck…” He buries himself in me, pulling my asscheeks apart roughly. I launch into a full orgasm, adding to the surprise squeezes of my hole around his cock, although not much more liquid shot out of me. “Yes…yes……yes…” 

My hand hurt from the uneven stone material on the wall. My palm hurt as I press onto it, holding both mine and Ramon’s weight up. 

“Fuck.” He pulls his cock out of me. “Did you piss or did you cum?”

“I'm not sure,” I admit as I squint at the liquid I left on the ground. “Both, maybe.” 

“Well, I came.” Ramon smacks my ass. “Those squats paid off. Pull up your pants before we get arrested, puto. Yeah, you came,” he says as he spots the white drop on my tip. 

“Hey, you ever been to Julio’s gloryhole?” I give myself a couple more strokes before pulling my pants. 

“You're getting wild freaky.” Ramon grins at me. “Yeah, you know what, the night is young. We can go there.”