Believe me, I'm Gay E14.5 | A guy's ass is the tightest thing I've ever fucked (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued after the last story

From Kai’s POV:

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Anddddd… he's going to cry. Fuck. Miles’ eyes are so big that when they get watery, they pretty much become swimming pools. 

His eyes are big, but his mouth gets stapled shut whenever he does need to say something. I’ve told him probably a hundred times before to just spit it out when he's feeling something. To nobody's surprise, Miles left without even looking me in the eye.

I did tell him to leave. Our rooms are so damn small, you can't even think without someone breathing on you. When I'm pissed off, I wanna punch whatever is too close. Not that I would ever hurt Miles like that. That's why I asked him to leave. 

Man, I told him I didn't want to cum. A little warm up would've been fine before my date, but now I’m low on gas in the tank. If he only knew the hoops I had to jump to convince a girl like her to meet me! She's one of those chicks that has guys lining up at her door and you only get one chance to bag her. 

God damn horny fucker. I lay flat on my bed as I try to drum up some motivation to shower and get dressed. Guy is so horned up, he's not even thinking straight anymore. It's just dick dick dick in his head. 

I get it. When I first got my dick wet, I wanted it again and again. Luckily for me, it was my ex-girlfriend’s first time then too and she wanted to get dicked down just as often as I wanted to give it. It was morning, afternoon and twice at night. So I get it. 

I'm happy to do shit for him. Like, come on, I've done all that already so he doesn't have to end up on the front page of the news for disappearing with an internet creep. That's worst case scenario, but to be real, Miles is way too naive to know how to handle assholes. He'd be crying a lot more often if it was with some stranger that just wanted to blow a wad in him. 

Fuck, he's crying right now, isn't he? 

I look at my phone to see if he's texted me. 

I told him I was saving it. Annoying fucker. 

I couldn't pass up the chance to go on the date. It was pretty much a sure thing from the way she was sending me pictures of her getting ready, and she is bad. I hyped myself to get in the shower and got dressed to pick her up. 

The date was fine. You know, women think they're so slick for going for a dinner before the fun part, but they want to fuck just as much as men. They just have a different way of going about it.

“You're cute,” she says with a giggle, rubbing her ankle against mine under the table. I hold her hand on top of our cleared table, while hooking my foot around hers.

“Wanna come back to mine?” 

Then, there we were, making out on my bed with me on top of her. Working out has made all the difference with how women react to me. I don't want to be a roid monster, but the way she felt my arms was a pretty good indicator that she likes it.

Miles like it too. 

“Are you going to fuck me?” she says seductively, unbuckling my jeans. 

“Thought you'd never ask.” I help her take down my pants. Just as I had feared with cumming earlier, I'm not exactly rearing to go. I don't have a limp dick either. Kind of that rubbery sort of half boner. “Wanna give it a taste first? Ah… yeah…” I kneel on the bed as she sucks it.

Chicks have so much more hair. I need two hands to hold her brunette waves back for her. 

“Oh… hey, easy with the teeth,” I wince. And it doesn't bend that way.  

It doesn't really feel like she wants it. It feels more like a step 2 in a routine. And it's not long enough to get me anywhere. It's like 4 half sucks and then a lot of hand stuff. It’s not easy to grip tightly with nails like that either.

“You going to fuck my pussy hard?” she asks, looking up at me. 

“Oh yeah,” I say with my best dirty-talk voice. “Can you go down lower?” I close my eyes and urge my dick to cooperate with me.

Damn Miles. 

“Just the mouth, babe.” I open my eyes and look down at her hand again. “Make my dick nice and wet.” 

That horny fucker can suck dick though. Probably because he does want it. I can feel it through how hard he pulls from the base of the shaft. Kind of like he’s trying to get to the center of it.

“Mmm,” she hums. “It’s so big.”

“Okay.” I take it out of her mouth and jerk it quickly to keep the blood in there. “Doggy?” 

“I want missionary,” she says, laying down and spreading her legs. I put the condom on and stroke until the very last second before penetration.

It's not… very tight. 

“Mmmm…” Her legs wrapping around aren't as passionate as it could be either. 

I tried. I really tried. The only way I could stay hard was fucking her fast, but she stopped me a lot so that we could make out. I soldiered on for a little bit, but eventually I lost enough ground that it wouldn't go in anymore. 

It was fucking awkward. You can tell that she is not a woman who usually has this kind of problem, and probably has the opposite issues of guys jizzing in their pants at the door.

I'm not going to get a second date. Probably gonna tell all her hot friends how I can't keep it up. 

Fucking Miles. I told him that this would happen. 

Needless to say, she left with an attitude, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Just cause I couldn't perform doesn't mean I'm not horny. I had a 10 out of 10 woman in my bed and all that making out did work me up. Just more of a candle flickering instead of a full blown house fire. 

And ain't nobody goes to sleep with a candle still burning. 

I tug at my meat while thinking about her sweet lips. I would've loved to fuck her until she came. If we could've done doggy like I wanted, I would have pulled on her hair while drilling her like the slut I know she wants to be treated like. 

Then she would've felt the full force of the K-man. My cock stiffens in my fist as I jerk hard. 

“Harder!” 

“Yeah, you like my big dick?” I whisper to myself as I pump. 

“Harder!”  I close my fist and imagine hair in between my fingers. 

“Beg for it, babe.” My bed shakes with the magnitude that my arm is generating. 

“Harder, Kai! Please!”

With the please, the woman in my fantasy transforms. The hair shortens and the shoulders widen. 

The asscheeks redden. 

“Please Kai. Oh god, please. Harder,” Miles moans, looking back at me. His hair falls over his eyes. 

An asshole is so much tighter. 

Yet, he's so much more willing to take it deep and rough. 

“You want it?” 

“Cum in me, Kai. Oh, you’re so big. Fuck!” 

“Yeah?” 

“Please!” 

I imagine pulling on the top of his head. His hair is shorter, so I can feel his scalp in my fingers as I yank his head back. 

“Oh…Kai… oh…” 

He would arch his back. Because he would want this load. He would take how fast and rough I need to fuck to cum.

“Fuck… fuck… ah!” 

“Yes! Cum in me! Please!” 

My second orgasm of the day always has a lot less fluid to it, but it makes it more intense. My dick squeezes more, with less liquid to push out. It's enough to make me twist in my bed, stroking to the image of fucking a load into my best friend. 

His cheeks would be so red. All four of them. 

“Oh…yes…thank you…give it all to me…oh…”

He’d look back at me with those big eyes, so turned on that I dumped another load in his ass.

I exhale deeply, and then look at my stomach. It's still a lot given that it's the second load. Thicker this time than the first.

I should text him. He's probably having a melt down.