First Jerkoff Buddy On A Family Vacation 04: Eating Ass (Patreon)

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Chapter 4: Eating Ass

He climbed up onto a flat rock at the edge of the natural pool, at the base of the gorgeous waterfall, water streaming off his back, and got down on his hands and knees, his round butt raised up at me, still dripping. He looked back at me over his shoulder. 

"Eat my ass, bro."

I climbed out of the water behind him, water running off me, and knelt on the warm rock between his ankles. His butt was right there at face level, two round, meaty globes with drops still sliding down them, and I grabbed one cheek in each hand and spread him open. His hole was pink, and clean, more inviting than I would have expected, winking at me when he flexed.

"Bro, don't just stare at it," he said over his shoulder. "Lick me."

I leaned in. "You're the only one I would do this for."

He leaned back, closing the gap and pressing himself against my face as I stuck out my tongue. I dragged it flat across his hole, one long lick, and his back arched quickly.

"Oh. OH. Okay," he said. "Yeah. That's good. Do that."

So I did that. I licked him in long strokes at first, tasting mostly water and skin, and when he started pushing back against my face I got braver, pointing my tongue and pressing it right against the center of him. He opened up for me a little and I worked the tip in, and a loud groan came out of him, echoing off the cliff.

"Dude, that's so good," he panted. "No girl ever... fuck. Deeper, bro. Get your tongue in me."

I buried my face in his ass, nose pressed against him, tongue pushing in as far as it would go, and he reached back with one hand and held my head there, grinding his butt against my mouth in slow circles. My own dick was rock hard, bobbing untouched between my legs, and I moaned into him, which he apparently like, because he cursed and his thighs shook.

"You're actually eating my ass," he said, laughing breathlessly. "You freak. You're a legend. Don't stop."

And I didn't stop. I ate him like it was my new favorite hobby, spit running down my chin, his butt cheeks pressing against my face from both sides, squeezing and tensing. I kept going until my tongue was literally tired from the workout and he was leaking a string of precum onto the rock under him.

"My turn," I said, wiping my chin with my forearm.

He stayed down on his hands and knees for a second, catching his breath. "I don't know, bro."

"Dude, I just had my whole tongue inside your ass."

He grimaced. I realized that while he loved the sensation, it was hard for him to gather himself to actually perform this one. 

But he pushed himself up, and his hands clamped onto my hips and spun me around as he pressed me down onto the warm rock, and now I was the one on all fours with my butt raised up behind me. Kurt in control was a whole different experience than Kurt getting served.

He grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread me open so roughly the stretch stung, and he dove straight in, tongue pointed and pushing at my hole, his face buried so deep even his nose chafed my skin.

"Damn, eat that ass, bro," I grunted, keeping the rest of my thoughts to myself for now.

And with just that little bit of encouragement, his inner animal came out. He growled into me and shook his face between my cheeks, spit running down my taint and over my balls, his fingers digging into my hips, and he loved it, mostly because of the sounds he kept pulling out of me.

"Make more noises like that," he said, pulling his mouth off me just long enough to say it, cool air hitting my spit-wet hole where his tongue had just been. He dove back in, and when I moaned he lifted away again. "Louder."

He kept pulling his mouth away like that, saying something dirtier each time. Every time I got loud he gave me his tongue, pointed and pushing in deep, and every time I clamped down on him he stopped cold, thumbs still holding me spread open, his breath hot on my taint, waiting me out like he was edging my hole in a way. I could have stayed like that all day.

I dropped my chest to the warm rock, forehead on my forearm, butt still raised up behind me for him, and quit caring what I sounded like. The waterfall covered most of the noise anyway. He was making me more liberated by the hour.

"Tell me what you like about it," he said, his mouth moving right against my hole as he talked.

So I told him, out loud, over the roar of the waterfall. 

"Your tongue, bro. It's so hot and wet. It's softer than anything that's ever touched me there." 

My dick throbbed under me while I said it, bobbing untouched, leaking out a string of precum, and when I peeked back under myself I could see his big rod hanging hard and heavy between his thighs, twitching every time he pushed his face into me.

"What else," he said into my hole.

"I like that you hold me open so hard it hurts." His fingers dug into my cheeks when I said that, spreading me wider, and the stretch stung. "And I like that it's you doing it. A dude. Your dude mouth buried in my ass. No girl could ever top this."

He growled into me and shoved his tongue in deeper, and my elbows nearly buckled on the rock, my dick jumping up and slapping my stomach.

"Say that last part again," he panted against my taint.

I yelled it all over again, and he hummed into my hole as a reward, the vibration buzzing down into my balls.

He pulled his mouth off me, and before the air could even cool the spit on my hole, something hotter and blunter pressed up against it. His dick. He dragged it up and down over me, the fat head catching on the center of me with every pass, and I liked the tongue better, honestly, but I stayed down with my chest on the warm rock and my butt raised up for him, because we both knew we had been headed this direction for a while now.

"Stay like that," he said. 

He spit down onto me, rubbed it in with his thumb, and lined himself up.

He pushed the tip in. Not even the whole head, just the tip, and my hole stretched open around him in one slow warm burn, like a deep pull in a new muscle I was just discovering. He held it there, both hands gripping my hips, his thighs pressed against the backs of mine, and I breathed into my forearm while my body figured out what was happening to it. The stretch stung, and underneath the sting sat this full, opening pressure I had no reference for, and my own dick throbbed under me the whole time, hard and leaking onto the rock, so whatever strange sensations I was having in my ass, the rest of me somehow already liked it.

In my head I thought, a dude has his dick in me. Kurt from Jersey has his dick in my ass on a mountain in the Caribbean, and I want more of it.

I pushed back onto him, barely, and my hole clamped down, squeezing the meat of him involuntarily, strangling the invader.

"Bro it's tight," he panted. "I might cum."

"It's okay, you can do it," I said into my arm, before even registering how strange the idea was.

I felt him pulse rapidly.

"Yeah, I'm busting right now," he grunted with an exhale, and I braced as he sank all the way into me in one slow, deep push, not stopping until his hips pressed flat against my cheeks and his balls settled against me. I felt his dick pulse and throb, from the inside of me. I actually felt it, like a fat sausage with a heartbeat, in my ass, swelling against my stretched insides, his load squirting deep into me while he bent over my back and moaned into my shoulder blades. Taking all of him at once punched the air out of me, pain and fullness blurring together, and all I could do was relax and let him finish, my body clutching him on every throb until he had emptied everything he had.

I held still, wincing as he slid out slowly, and losing him stung worse than taking him had.

"Sorry?" he said, almost like a question as he sat down, his naked butt spreading onto the rock next to me. 

I rolled over closer to him, my hard dick dragging a trail of pre-cum. "All good man, I'm guessing you liked that."

"Yeah, I mean... It was good."

I reached for his hip. "My turn now."

He smiled devilishly at me, a shit eating grin. "You'll have to catch me first."

He jumped up suddenly and cannonballed back into the pool, right near the roaring waterfall, splashing me.

"You bastard!" I yelled through a laugh, jumping straight for him.

I got caught under the waterfall. It hammered down on my head and shoulders and punched me straight under, driving me down into water that was deeper than it had looked from the rock. Everything turned to white noise and bubbles. 

I coughed, somehow, underwater, a dumb reflex that cost me half the air I had, and I had to fight my own throat to keep it from sucking in a lungful of water. I couldn't tell which way was up. Foam churned above me and below me, light scattering everywhere at once, and the current kept shoving me around however it wanted. I kicked and the kicks did nothing. 

My arms weakened quickly, my lungs burning on the half breath I had left, and I groped blindly at the water around me, grabbing at bubbles, at nothing, hoping my hands would catch rock or anything solid enough to pull on. 

My blurry, underwater vision had just started to get dark, when a hand clamped around my wrist. 

Fingers dug into the bone, and pulled hard. Kurt hauled me up out of the churn with the grip he'd been using to throw my body around all week. My head broke the surface into air and light and the roar of the falls. I sucked in a breath that burned the whole way down, coughed up half the pool, and wrapped both arms around his neck and both legs around his waist, wrapped both arms around his neck and both legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala. 

He kicked us away from the waterfall with me stuck to the front of him, my chest heaving against his, his round shoulders rolling under my forearms with every stroke. We were both still naked, my dick squashed between our stomachs, bobbing against him with every kick, and I just held on tighter. My brain hadn't caught back up yet. I couldn't form a full thought. All I knew was warm skin under my hands, a heartbeat thudding against mine, and a face an inch away, dripping, checking me over. It was the dude from Jersey, and nothing in my life had ever looked as good as he did right at that moment.

"Bro, what the fuck," he panted, his grin already coming back. "Stop drowning."

He held me there, dragging me slowly through the shallow water toward the rocks at the edge, neither of us saying anything. My arms stayed locked around his neck and my legs around his waist, and his hands spread flat under my thighs, just carrying me. 

My body came back to life one piece at a time. My heartbeat slowed against his chest. The ache in my ass woke back up where he had stretched me, and my balls throbbed heavily between us, still full, still unreleased. But all I wanted was to keep holding him, naked, safe, in the water. 

"You're alright," he said, and I felt his breath on my face, his hips thrusting his nude parts against me, just as voices started up the trail below us.