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Dick or Treat

Chapter 5: Magic Night

I was on my back on his bed, legs spread around him, my heart pounding. I watched Alex kneel up between my thighs, spit into his palm, and stroke it down his dick.

It was finally happening. He leaned over me, lined himself up, and pressed, and the head of his dick started squeezing me open, a deep stretch in a muscle I never knew I had. I breathed and tilted my hips up to him and he popped through all at once, and the pain spiked white and sharp, way worse than his fingers.

"Fuck, wait," I said, grabbing his forearm.

He stopped dead, barely in me, and rubbed my thigh slowly with his other hand. "Don't clench up. Breathe. I've done anal with lots of girls, it stops hurting, I promise."

"Lots of girls, huh," I said through my teeth.

"Like, a normal amount of girls." He grinned down at me.

"I always knew you were an ass guy."

He laughed, and my body quit fighting him. My hole settled around his shaft, gripping him on its own, like it was trying to strangle his dick. I nodded, and he started moving, short careful strokes that stretched longer as I opened up for him. The pain melted into heavy and full pressure, and after a minute of that he dragged across a spot deep in me that lit up my whole body, and I moaned.

He dragged across that spot again and I moaned loudly. I slapped my hand over my mouth and he peeled it off by the wrist and pinned it to the bed beside my head.

"Don't," he said, still rocking into me. "Just let it out."

Every deep stroke pushed another sound up out of my chest, and my voice cracked on one of them, high-pitched and boyish and embarrassing, and Alex grinned down at me like that was exactly what he was trying to get my body to do. I didn't even recognize myself. Shy Mikey would have bitten a pillow. This Mikey was announcing to a building that Alex was fucking him.

After a while the stretch started burning again at the rim, and I winced. He read it off my face, sliding out of me slowly, and my hole fluttered shut, and I actually whined at the loss.

He didn't go anywhere, though. He lowered himself flat onto me, chest to chest, his full weight pressing me into the bed, his arms hooking under my shoulders as he kept thrusting anyway, slow rolls of his hips that slid his dick through the wet mess between my butt cheeks. His shaft rubbed over the outside of my hole and up against my balls on every pass. It was so warm and heavy as he tenderly rubbed himself on me, teasing us both, soothing the exact spot he had just been stretching open. 

My own dick stayed trapped hard between our stomachs, smearing against his abs every time he moved. His stubble scraped my jaw, and I could feel his heartbeat slamming through his chest into mine, almost as fast as my own.

"Still with me?" he said into my neck.

"Put it back in."

He pushed up off my chest and knelt back between my thighs. He spit into his palm again and stroked it down his shaft, his eyes on my face the whole time he did it.

He hooked his arms under my knees and folded my legs up toward my chest, tilting my ass up off the bed for him. The head of his dick pressed at my hole and slid in with one long push, no spike of pain this time, just that deep stretch washing warm up my spine until his hips settled flat against my ass. He exhaled hard when he bottomed out, and I felt his balls rest heavy against me.

He stayed up over me, face to face, and he watched me while he moved. I watched him back, looking down every couple seconds to see his round pecs tense and his thick shaft disappear under my balls. At the first party he had fucked my throat through a smile-shaped hole and never even saw my face. Now he stared straight down into my eyes from a few inches above me. Holding his stare while he was that deep in me was more naked than the actual fucking. Every time he dragged across that spot inside me my mouth fell open, and he grinned every time it did.

My dick slapped against my stomach on every stroke, hard and leaking a string onto my abs, and I didn't even touch it.

His strokes lengthened and he drove into me harder. His fingers dug into the backs of my thighs. His breathing chopped into short grunts, and sweat dripped off his nose onto my chest. I had heard those grunts before, with my knees on that carpet and his hands clamped on the mask, and I knew what came next.

"I'm close," he said.

"No," I gasped, and grabbed his hips to stop them. "Not yet."

His face pinched, frustrated and disappointed for a second, a guy told no an inch from the finish line. Then his lips curled into a smile.

He slid out of me slowly, and I hissed at the drag of it, my body arguing against letting him leave. He dropped my legs off his arms, grabbed me by the hip and shoulder, and flipped me onto my stomach in one motion, like I weighed as much as a pillow.

"You want the full treatment?" he said behind me.

He wrapped his hands around my hips and hauled them up until I was kneeling with my chest still flat on the bed, face in his comforter, ass up in the air for him. Arched like that, I felt like the sluttiest, most desirable porn star, and I pushed my ass higher because apparently that was who I was now.

Both his hands gripped my cheeks as he kneaded them apart and back together, his thumbs pressing in close to my sore hole. He exhaled over it and goosebumps raced up my spine. He kissed one cheek wetly, then the other, then sank his teeth into the meat of one until I yelped, and I felt him grinning against my skin.

"Such an ass guy," I said into the comforter.

"Shut up," he said, and spread me open wide.

He set two thumbs in my hole gently, past the swollen ring of muscle, then slowly stretched it outward, opening me up further, and he spit directly onto it. The warm drip rolled down over the rim and I moaned into the bed. He worked one thumb deeper into me slowly, and my hole clamped down on it greedily, pulsing around the knuckle while he hummed some grunt of approval behind me.

I didn't expect him to even touch my actual front side, but after a couple minutes of worshiping my ass, his free hand slid under me and cupped my balls, tugging them backward, stretching them away from my body toward him, rolling them carefully in his palm while he nibbled a line across my butt cheek, his thumb still planted in me, twisting it shallowly against the rim, loosening me open a little more with every turn. My dick still hung hard and ignored between my thighs, drooling a string onto his sheets.

My rim already burned with a strange heat, promising that tomorrow would hurt. Sitting down would be a problem for later.

And by that point I wasn't producing thoughts anymore. My mouth hung open against his comforter, soaking a wet patch into it, and every lick and squeeze and tug on my balls blurred into one long dumb wave of horniness that flattened everything else in my head. I rocked back against his thumb without thinking about it, just chasing more of it, and he chuckled low behind me and pressed deeper. He could have asked me for my car and my social security number right then and I would have moaned yes into the bed.

"There's a good boy," he grunted at one point, his face mashed against my left butt cheek. 

He pulled his thumb out of me, knelt up behind me, and I felt the head of his dick press back against my swollen hole. He pushed in with one long stroke, and the fullness was almost familiar now. 

I held my breath as he started thrusting carefully, pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back deep, his fingers gripping my hips. Whenever his breathing got choppy, he stopped dead and held himself buried in me, waiting out his own load. He sped up again, slowed again, sped up again, stretching it out for both of us, and I moaned into his comforter on every deep stroke.

He suddenly leaned forward and wrapped an arm around my neck, scaring me for a moment. Then I felt a rush as he squeezed his strong bicep, reminding me of his power, and how he was fully concentrated on me and my body in that moment.

He got really worked up, planting his feet on either side of me and squatting over my ass, dipping his big dick down into me slowly, his thighs flexing with every drop. I heard him spit on his shaft between dips. His hands hooked under my hips and he started to stand, hauling my whole lower body up off the bed with him, and my knees dangled in the air. I had to press my hands into the bed for balance, basically doing a handstand while he fucked me in midair, his grip the only thing holding me up. He thrust harder and harder, grunting above me, my body bouncing off his hips, my dick flopping around at some weird gravity. I didn't know which way was up, until he got close to the edge again, and dropped me.

I plopped down into his comforter and rolled onto my back, still catching my breath, my legs rubbery from hanging upside down in his grip. He dropped down on top of me and caught himself an inch above my face, his elbows planting on either side of my torso, his chest heaving, sweat shining along his collarbone. I shivered under him as he slowly lowered his full weight onto me, skin sticking to skin. He hooked my legs and folded them up to my shoulders, bending me nearly in half, and the head of his dick pressed back against my swollen hole, right where it belonged.

He pushed back into me in one long stroke, the deep stretch rolling warm up my spine with no pain left in it, and he stayed buried there, his face an inch from mine. His breath hit my lips in short bursts, and his eyes dropped to my mouth. I tilted my chin up and he closed the distance and shoved his tongue into my mouth, groaning into it, his hips still grinding slowly while he kissed me. His stubble scraped my chin, his tongue pressed hot and heavy over mine, and I kissed him back hard, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs still folded up against my chest between us.

We had technically kissed once before, playing spin the bottle in high school, a dry two-second peck in front of everyone to get two girls to do it too. That one didn't count. This was the actual first kiss, and he was balls deep in me while he gave it to me.

His abs ground my dick between us on every thrust, the ridges of muscle sliding over my shaft on a film of my own precum and his sweat, and all I could do was dig my fingers into his shoulders and take it. His rhythm broke apart. His hips snapped shorter and faster, and he grunted into my mouth without ever pulling his tongue out of it, his breath coming out hot against my face. 

He drove deep one last time and held himself buried there, his whole body locking up on top of me, and I actually felt it, his dick pulsing hard against my swollen rim as he pumped his load into me. That finished me. Both our bodies tightened against each other, choking my dick, and my balls pulled tight as I squirted between our stomachs, hot ropes smearing across his abs and mine while he kept throbbing in me, each pulse from him dragging another one out of me.

We kept making out, and I felt his orgasm through his mouth, his groans dying out against my tongue, his chest hot and tense on mine, and I felt it fade, along with mine. His tongue slowed on me, and he dropped his head past mine. It got real again. My load stayed warm, sealing our stomachs together. My hands drifted down to his ass and cupped both muscular cheeks, damp with sweat. He rested on top of me, still buried deep, his hard rod keeping us fixed together while he caught his breath over my shoulder.

He whispered into my ear. "Happy Halloween."