“Oh no, bro!" 07 (Patreon)

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Chapter 7: Bros That Slap Together, Stay Together

Brett’s little face lit up as soon as I told him to fuck me. I could see fear and anticipation in his eyes. He picked up the vaseline like he didn’t know what to do with it, even though he had used it before, just in the other direction. Either way, it was clear what he had to do.

His job right now was to fuck me in the ass. 

I straddled my knees on either side of his hips, hovering over him as he lubed himself up.  My boner raged in the air in front of me, pointing at him. I stroked it for a second, letting a drop of pre-cum drip out, forming a long string down to his chest. I dropped my muscular cheeks onto his extra large dick while he held his shaft at the base. I felt his big rid press between my cheeks, and rubbed my ass on it a bit, getting used to the feeling of him there. I had already had his fingers in me, but it was nothing to this new level of powerful penetration. I had seen way too much porn in my life already, so I knew that anal was something to be done carefully, but I was still far from prepared.

I lowered down, but shot up quickly when I felt a fiery pang shoot up my spine.

“Fuck!” I said a little too loudly as I fell over next to him. “Fuck that hurts like fuck.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I did that before too with the remote.”

“Try again,” he said, suddenly insistent. 

It was like once he had gotten a taste, he was obsessed. He crawled over me, his greasy dick leaving a trail on my thighs. I lifted my legs, inspired by his eagerness, and watched his face as he assumed the position above me. His face was focused, that desperate horniness that I recognized from myself and my friends over the years. It was still surreal to see it on him. He lined up under my balls, and rubbed his wet dong up and down until he found my hole. 

“You’ve got a little ass hair,” he said, curiously.

“Yeah, you’ll get there,” I said, grabbing his hip and exhaling, focused on the penetration I was about to get.

I felt steady as I held him, and he pressed forward slowly. It was somehow easier in this position. I held my dick tightly in my fist, feeling the pulsing and throbbing coming from my own rod. I tried to make it go easier for both of us, and stroked myself lightly, waiting for him to push past the ring of my hole. I was scared, but exhilarated. 

He prodded slowly, just feeling the resistance that my body gave him. It was like he was just playing with my warm body like a toy, feeling the muscles of my glutes with his big, sensitive cock. But he knew he had to be careful. He had already penetrated himself with a remote, so he knew the effects of a big intrusion without enough warmup. 

“Keep jerking it,” he said quietly as he started to press in more firmly.

“Be careful,” I breathed out.

“I will,” he said, and then he pushed forward more, just barely stretching into me, greased up by vaseline and motivated by pleasure, taboo and the thrill of his young hormones. He was somehow being more careful with me than I was with myself. He finally popped into the ring of me, and the sharpness was dulled from before. I had already taken the first bite, and seeing his smaller body hover over me and enter me was suddenly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. 

He dripped a wad of spit down, aiming at his cock but missing. It landed on my dick and balls, and I just grabbed myself and rubbed it in. Although the pressure inside me was intense, I was already close to the edge. 

“Fuck,” I said, “I have to try to not cum.”

He chuckled, but breathlessly. He was going through his own cycle of surreal emotions as he penetrated me. Whatever we were doing was crazy. There was barely any room in either of our brains to talk casually and acknowledge something funny.

“Then don’t touch it,” he said, a hint of desperation in his voice. He wanted to cum inside me, and didn’t want me to blow my load. He knew that I might have to stop if I cum too soon, even if it didn’t feel that way to me. 

In that moment, I couldn’t even fathom the idea of being not horny, ever again. My mind was wrapped, and it felt like I would be addicted to this feeling for the rest of my life. My hole stretching, my dick pulsing with pleasure even when I wasn’t touching it, buttons being pushed inside me in every direction from the thickest column of man meat I had ever seen, on a guy who looks like me, two years younger, and whom I had always thought of as a little shrimp.

He fucked me slowly and intimately, putting a couple inches into me at a time, and pulling out with careful attention to how my body reacted. I felt myself tense up randomly, then relax as if the brain in my ass had given into the pleasure I was feeling in my body. 

Every time I thought he was going to finish, I would tense up and hold my dick, but then he would just freeze inside me, like he was waiting for something. Then he would pull out slowly again, massaging my insides and keeping his load in his balls for now.

He lasted longer than I expected. He started a whole cycle of not really fucking me, but rather holding himself deep inside me, looking at my body, and waiting for the throbbing to calm down. He was making love to my ass. 

I never fully stopped being sore, but I was turned on by the idea of what we were doing. His big dick on his small body deserved to fuck me as much as he wanted. I played with myself intermittently, trying not to cum. It felt so good when I would throb and pulse and his dick stopped my hole from closing. I never realized how much my ass was activated every time I jerked off. After a while, it felt like I was having some sort of orgasm. Some new type of feeling in my body, that was like a double orgasm. I was so close to the edge that it was like a persistent pressure in my ass and balls and dick, and I knew I would shoot a load if I touched myself for even a second.

When he started to actually thrust again, he was going deeper into me. I started to worry that it was going to end. As much as it hurt, I started to like the feeling. The pressure deep inside me was working for me. He started to release little squeaks almost as he grabbed my sides and bounced on top of me, his slightly quicker pace telling me he was nearing the edge.

“Don’t cum,” I whispered to him.

He stopped thrusting and looked at me, questioning without asking.

“I wanna do you too,” I said.

“I’d love that,” he said back quickly. 

He slid out of me, and while there was some relief from the pressure and pangs, it still felt somewhat empty. I preferred him being inside me.

But it was my turn to try it. I hopped on top of him, and finally had him where I had pictured him. It felt like heaven already as I rubbed myself onto his ass, between his cheeks, poking his hairless, pink little hole. It was so warm to the touch. I pressed forward, and got the tip inside in seconds. He seemed somewhat looser than I expected, but he still winced when I first went in. I watched his face as he looked down at my cock penetrating him. 

“Go ahead,” he said after a minute of pause, “Go deeper.”

As I pressed into him slowly, I wished I could feel him inside me again while I was fucking him. As if reading my mind, he reached behind me and groped my ass, until his finger found my hole. He pushed in immediately, and it felt so good I thrust forward without thinking.

“OH,” he gasped as I felt a resistance in his body.

“Sorry,” I said, “It feels so good.”

“No,” he said back, “It’s ok. You can do it again.”

Taking him at his word, I pushed in deeply again, feeling the heat of his body enveloping my cock and making me a happy boy. Happier than I had ever been. This is what life is about, I recall thinking to myself in that moment.

His big, lubed up dick was resting on his tummy, and I couldn’t help but grab it. It was fun to play with in my hands. 

Feeling like I was in the most erotic and intimate moment of my life, I leaned down and kissed him. I licked his lips and his tongue while he sort of froze like he didn’t expect it. I felt his boyhood throb in my hands when I held him tightly and kissed him harder. 

I could sense the naivete in his mouth. He had never made out with anyone before, yet we were losing our virginity together. His tongue massaged mine back timidly, and he grabbed the back of my head, running his hands through my hair, before pulling back from my face..

“I’m gonna cum in a second if you keep doing that,” he said, nodding down to his big dick that I couldn’t even get my hand around fully.

I was too worked up myself, and had to pull out of him or else I was going to cum too. 

We kept making out, his confidence growing as he rubbed his body against mine and ran his hands up and down all parts of me, gripping my shaft and my balls, my glutes and my muscular shoulders. He humped into my body. I held him down and put myself back into him quickly, pressing deep. He groaned into my mouth. 

He pushed against me, and I rolled off of him, sitting on the couch next to him. He hopped on top of me and tried to ride me, getting me into his ass quickly. Again, he had no rhythm, but it was so hot as he slowly bounced on me, edging me with his hole.

“You should fuck me again,” I said, looking up at him. 

“I would cum right away,” he said.

I couldn’t help but smile a little. “So cum in me then.”

He hopped off and I lifted my legs, showing him my hole again. He barely pressed past my opening, making me tense up, the same pleasurable intrusion crashing back into me, and he started pulsing. I felt the throbbing of his girth stretch my hole even more. 

“I’m cumming,” he said, even though it was obvious. I looked down and saw his thick pole stretching me in bursts as he unloaded inside me. I wasn’t sure, but it felt like I could actually feel the hot seed shooting from his rod directly into my guts, his big meat straightening into a steel pole of pure sex. He barely had any pubes, and I could see the real body of his entire crotch throbbing. I gripped myself and squeezed the head of my cock. He rubbed my balls for a second and I started cumming as well. 

Squirting my load onto myself while his thickness blocked my hole from contracting was the best feeling in the world. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. 

He was still throbbing, and it felt like our bodies were celebrating together, applauding us for discovering the true meaning of life and the universe. The pulsing was everything to me. My balls contracted and he leaned forward, pushing another inch inside me. It was overstimulating, but perfect in the moment of orgasm. 

Our throbbing finally slowed, and he rubbed some of the cum around on my chest and abs. 

“What a mess,” he whispered, pulling out of me. 

I felt his juices flow out of me quickly, but in the moment I didn’t even care about what got on the couch. It would be dealt with later. I hated the empty feeling again.

“Shall we?” he said, catching his breath.

I nodded.

We showered again, barely talking. We washed each other’s dicks. I stuck a finger in his ass while he hugged me. He was so sweet. 

It hit me in the moment that the little body in my hands meant so much to me.

“I love you,” I said, adding a second finger into his ass, feeling his dick rise to life again against my leg.

“I know,” he said, grabbing my butt with both hands and squeezing.

That began an intense thing between us. It felt like we never fought again after that. We fucked a few times a week, and cuddled on the couch almost every night. I left for college at the end of that year, and we never talked about what it “meant” for us or anything like that, but the snapchat sessions with him absolutely got me through the stress of that first semester away.

We still fuck on every school break, and while I’ve dated and fucked girls here and there, no one means as much to me as him. He told me about fucking a girl at school recently, and I didn’t have to ask to know that he had done the same comparing that I had, and that whatever we had together was better than what any girl can offer. I’m not sure what our lives will bring, but it’s understood that he will always be a huge part of my life, and I his. 

All I know is that I’ve never had a better orgasm than the ones I have with him, so I know that means something important.