Believe me, I'm Gay! E17.5 | The morning after I claimed my best friend's ass for my own (Patreon)

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From Kai's POV:

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We silently agreed for Miles to stay the night. I didn't straight up ask him, and he didn't outright say he wanted to either. 

What happened was that after I pulled out of him, he went to my bed to rest. By the time I was done wiping the door down of his cum, he was curled up into a ball under the covers. 

“You good, dude?” I threw the towel off to the side and sat on the bed next to him. 

“Uh huh,” Miles mumbled back. There was a really peaceful look on his face, despite the little bit bruising on his left cheek. 

I was feeling tired too after the fuck. Still naked, it was kind of cold too. It looked pretty inviting to be in bed, so I lifted the covers. 

And once I was under the covers, our bodies just found each other. My knees went behind his. His smooth back warmed my front up. He wiggled his butt to nest in my groin. 

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hey.” I remember him smelling really good. I was worried about where to put my head, then the drowsiness hit and I just let my body fall where it wanted to. 

“That tickles,” Miles said sleepily and I rubbed my chin on the nape of his neck. 

That was the last thing I remembered before we woke up the next morning. 

No girl has slept over before. Dorm room beds are not really designed for that, and plus everyone lives close enough that it's easy for them to walk back to their building after a one-night stand. 

Waking up horny is not unusual for me. It was waking up horny with a bare ass sandwiching my morning wood that was different. 

I fucked that ass hard. 

“Good morning to you too,” Miles says, his voice crackling. 

“My bad.” Just the smallest movements allows my sausage to get something blissful in between his tight cheeks. Just the tip poking out where his tailbone is before I retreat back to his warm crack is enough to subdue my morning wood’s demands.

“No, I like it,” he says. “I think morning wood is hot haha.” 

“Are you hard too?” I ask. The small amounts of pleasure I'm getting from dry humping him are a great way to wake up. 

“I am, yeah.” 

For some reason, that made my cock throb. Miles felt it too, and I knew because he sort of moaned when it happened. 

“I think it's funny that morning wood is always super hard for no reason,” he says. 

“I wouldn't call this no reason.” I angle my cock to point at his hole. “Pretty sure Darwin would agree this is the only reason.” 

“Pretty sure Darwin would be rolling in his grave right now if he knew where your genetic material was going.” He chuckles. “Pretty sure he didn't do that experiment.” 

“Hey, maybe Darwin has a friend that wasn't sure he was gay.” My cock does what any cock does in the presence of a hot hole. Precum pumps up my shaft, and my tip smears it on his ring. 

“Are you… oh…” 

“Is that okay?” My hips do mini rotations, easing my tool into him with little effort. 

“Yeah… oh…did you spit on it?” 

“No. I think you're getting wet,” I say, an immense warmth surrounding my tip. 

“Alright, back to bio 101 for you,” Miles says, then groans. 

“You good?” I breathe on his neck, then feel persuaded to give him a peck. 

“I want it deeper,” he moans. He tilts his head back for me to nibble on his skin, and his ass swallows a part of my shaft I didn't think he was ready for. 

Fuck, that's hot. 

“Yeah?” I push the rest of my cock into his eager hole. 

“Ah! Ah!” He tightens around me. 

“Shit.” I pause. “Are you okay? Should I pull out?” 

“No no no,” Miles whispers, reaching back and holding my thigh. “Just…stay there.” 

“Does it hurt?” 

“A little… but it's a good kind of hurt…” 

“You're really clamping down on me,” I say. Honestly, I might not be able to pull out even if I wanted to. Unable to do anything with my lower half, I kiss his neck again.

With each kiss, his posture relaxes a little more. 

“You're even scratchier now.” 

“Yeah, that happens,” I say. Then, I touch his chin. “You too,”

“It happens, but I don’t get it on my jaw.” I run my fingers along his jawline. Because his skin is so smooth, my hand flows directly to his shoulder, and then to his chest. “Oh…” 

His hole releases its tension, and I move with caution to not trigger any clenching. My fingers move down to his abs, where he does have a thin line of hair. 

A thin line of hair, that widens as it goes further south.

“Oh…Kai…” 

“You're doing good,” I whisper, pushing my full length in and out of him. 

“OhhHHh…” he groans. 

“You're taking the whole thing.” I push it in, then further to press into his walls. It makes him throw his head back and I'm able to kiss the side of his neck that wasn't accessible before. “Yeah…that's good, dude. I like the way you arch your back.” 

“Mmm…” Miles lets out a horny whine. My fingers comb his bush, and I can no longer ignore the hard organ pressing against the side of my hand. 

What does it feel like? 

“OhHHh!” His hole pulses on me as I grip his cock. 

“You like that?” The momentum rises in me, driving me to fuck him faster.

“Oh…fuck…oh…” His feet kick at mine. Him squirming motivates me to keep fucking him. 

“You're taking my dick so good,” I moan in his ear. “You feel incredible.” 

His dick swells in my hand, and I feel my best friend lose himself to me. 

“This is such a good hole.” I pump long and deep into him. 

“It's yours,” Miles whimpers. “It’s all yours to cum in.” 

“I think you should cum first.” I can't quite figure out the pattern. Either I'm stroking him, or I'm fucking. Doing both is going to need some practice. 

Miles pulls the covers off us, and pushes them off the bed. 

“Come back here,” I grip my hips and pull them towards me.

“Fuck!” he groans loudly. Feeling him surrender to my strength, I pull him further until I'm on my back and he's on top of me. “Kai…fuck…fuck…” 

“Yeah? You like this?” I hump upwards freely. 

“Oh this is good… this is good…” 

“You cum first. That way, you won't be a dumb slut after.” I drill up into his loosened hole until my hips burn, then my ass crashes down on the mattress. “Ride me.” 

“Okay.” Miles obeys and plants one hand to the right side of me. His ass rolls onto me, and I watch my tool get devoured by his bright red cheeks.

“Oh fuck… that's hot…” My dick looks huge going in such a small hole. I spread his cheeks to get a better look. It doesn't even look like it should be able to take my cock like that. “Fuck, dude!” 

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…” he moans every time his ass absorbs my shaft. 

“Yeah, good job, buddy.” 

“MMM…MMm…MMMm,” Miles' legs tremble as he rides me at a determined speed. 

“Yeah… keep doing that… fuck, man…” 

His ass looks incredible like that. 

“Don't forget to get yourself off… fuck…” I moan. His ass pushes into me, reminding me how deep in him I really am. “Fuck, I gotta cum. Oh fuck…” 

“Please cum in me… please…”

“Oh!” I crunch up as I shoot in his ass. 

“Yeah! Oh, I'm cumming too.” I fall back on my back as he rides me like I'm a toy. “Oh!” Miles sits on me, and his asshole throbs like it did last night. “Oh!” 

“Get it all out!” I pick up the relay, fucking up into him to pump my juices out. At the same time, I feel his orgasm regain life as I fuck the cum out of him. Just as I feel like I’m out of energy, Miles takes over riding me again.

“Oh my god!” Miles almost shouts with a laugh. “That is so fucking good!” His hole clenches on me and then releases. My cock stands straight up at a 90 degree from my body as he gets off. 

Miles wipes his stomach off with one of my shirts then the idiot drops down on the bed, making the cheap ass bed creak worrisomely. 

“Dude, careful!” I lift myself to stabilize the bed and he places his chin on my chest. He is definitely a little prickly. 

“Cumming while getting fucked is so good.” Those big eyes beam at me and I smile at them. 

“Guess there's no question about you being a catcher then.” His back is unreasonably smooth. 

“Well, in the gay world, there's this thing called vers. Like short for versatile.” 

“What does it mean? Come here.” I move his head to the side so I don't have to get stabbed by his stubble anymore. Miles wraps his legs around my left leg and hugs my arm. 

“Like some guys can be tops and bottoms.” 

“That just sounds greedy.” 

That one earned me a punch on the chest, but it made me smile more than it hurt. 

“So, you think that's you?” I ask, combing the back of his hair. 

“Maybe? I wouldn't know,” Miles says. “Never tried it.” 

I guess that means…