Cocklust Ch. 03

"Well," he said, "there's this guy at my school... he just makes me so hot...."

"Tell me about him," the cameraman said.

Flynn licked his lips, then started rubbing his crotch through his pants. "His name is Vince...."

"Have you talked to him at all?"

"No," he said. "I'm kinda scared to."

"What are you scared of?"

Flynn made another nervous smile. "He's just so fucking sexy," he said. "I mean, he's got a bulge like you wouldn't believe, and his ass...."

"What do want to do with him?"

"Probably let him fuck me," Flynn said.

I looked back at Chad. His eyes were still fixed on the screen. I stroked my cock for a second, but then Chad turned to me.

"Be careful dude," he said. "Don't get off too quick. Just try edging or something. I want this to last."

"Okay," I said. I'd never tried edging before, but I'd heard it made for incredible orgasms.

I turned back to the screen just in time to see Flynn take his clothes off. His shirt came off first, and he tossed it to the side. Then he bent over and pulled down his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock was already semi-hard.

"Turn around," the cameraman said.

Flynn turned his back to the camera. His ass was perfectly formed. His skin was as smooth as a baby's, although his muscles were also well-toned.

"Oh yeah," the cameraman said. "You want Vince to take that ass?"

Flynn looked over his shoulder. "Yeah," he said.

"Bend over. Let me get a better look."

Flynn got down on all fours, and the camera zoomed in on his mancunt. It was just as tight as I'd imagined, and it seemed to twitch whenever he moved.

"Oh yeah," the cameraman said. "That's an incredible ass."

Flynn's hands came into view, and he stared fingering himself. At first his pucker was so tight he could only get one finger in. But then he started to loosen up.

"How about you lie down," the cameraman said, "and show me what you do when you're thinking about Vince?"

Flynn rolled over. By now his dick was rock hard, and it seemed to be yearning for action. Flynn laid back, closed his eyes, and started stroking himself.

Both Chad and I were stroking too, but we made sure to go slow. The part that really turned me on was hearing Flynn lusting after that guy. I could relate to that shit, because I'd felt the same way when I'd first laid eyes on Chad. Now here I was, just a few months later, watching gay porn beside him.

I reached over to Chad. I played with his cock with one hand, and I played with my own with the other. "You like this?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "I'm gonna miss this shit this summer."

"You can always watch more porn."

"Yeah, but won't be the same...."

I took off my shirt— which was the only thing I was still wearing— and then I pulled off Chad's. After that, I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock. I was tempted to go down on him all the way, but in the interests of taking it slow, I held off.

This was a lot more erotic than what I was used to, and I was starting to love it. A little bit of pre-cum had already oozed out, so I lapped it right up. I flicked my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then ran it in circles along the base of his head. Along the way, I tickled his frenulum, and I heard him let out a loud sigh.

After that I moved down to his ballsack. I sucked on his left nut for a minute, then let it pop out of my mouth, before moving on to his right.

"Oh shit," he gasped, "that feels so good...."

I was tempted to jack him off, and I could tell he was resisting the urge to touch himself; but I remembered what he'd said. It was weird to think this would be our last hookup for months, and definitely our last in my dorm room. I was determined to make it something he'd remember.

By this point, the guy onscreen was downright bashing his bishop. He was on his back with his legs open, so his taint was smack-dab in the middle of the screen, and his balls bounced around as his hand flew up and down his shaft. He was also playing with his nipples, swinging his head from side to side, and letting out groans.

My hormones were raging so hard that I couldn't resist anymore. I took Chad's dick in my mouth and started sucking away.

By now, I'd done this enough times that I knew how his body would respond. His hips started grinding against the bed, just as I'd expected. I smelled the familiar yet intoxicating scent of his pubes, and I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I fondled his balls with one hand as I touched myself with the other.

"Dude," he said, "I'm getting close."

As much as I wanted him to bust, I forced myself to stop. I kissed his dick, then made my way up his treasure trail and across his chest. I circled my tongue around his right nipple, then gave it a quick suck; then I did the same thing to his left. Finally I went up his neck, reached his mouth, and started making out with him.

It was the hottest kiss I'd ever had. I was so fucking horny, and I could tell he was too, so we both went at it like we had nothing to lose. Chad wrapped his arms around me, and I did the same to him, and we both pulled each other closer.

When we finally broke our kiss, onscreen Flynn had gotten onto his knees. He leaned forward and stared into the camera as he beat himself off. His face was going into contortions, as if he was right about to cum. I was a little jealous that he got to wank while I couldn't; but I loved watching him anyway.

Finally Flynn yelled "oh shit!" and a bunch of white globs splattered in all directions. He kept going for a few seconds longer; then he took a deep breath and collapsed on his bed.

The cameraman let him lie there for a minute before he finally spoke up. "That was hot," he said. "Is that what you want to do with Vince's dick in your ass?"

Flynn laughed. "I'd want to do more than that!"

"Maybe next time then, right?"

Flynn gave off a mischievous grin. "If you want me to," he said.

I looked over at Chad. His eyebrows went up, and he let off a chuckle. "Damn," he said, "that was hot."

"There's a helluva lot more where that came from," I said.

"Put on the one where he has sex with this Vince."

"Okay," I said as I went to my computer and scrolled through the options. I found the scene Chad was looking for, then turned it on and sat down on his lap.

Chad's cock was positioned just perfectly in my crack. I was tempted to slide it inside me, but I hadn't lubed up, and I wanted to keep the tease going. So I just leaned back, and I let him hold me as we watched the video together.

Vince, as they called him, had sandy-blond hair and a scraggly goatee. He was a little thinner than Flynn, but he was also more muscular. He sauntered into view like he owned the place, and he sat down on a couch.

The cameraman was the first one to talk. "So you know Flynn?" he asked.

"Uh-huh."

"You guys go to school together?"

"Yeah...."

"Does he turn you on?"

Vince laughed and shrugged. "I mean, he's definitely cute."

"What would you say if you could fuck him?"

Vince didn't seem to know how to answer. "Well, I guess that's cool, I mean—"

"So you like boys?" the cameraman asked. "I probably should've started with that."

I scoffed at the screen and turned back to Chad. "This is kind of bullshit," I said.

"It always is," he replied. "You want to fast-forward to the good stuff?"

I nodded, got up, and scrolled through the video. I was tempted to stop when Flynn came on camera, but Chad motioned for me to keep going. Flynn and Vince started making out, then sucking each other. Then, at long last, they seemed ready to fuck.

"All right," Chad said, "now hit play."

I did, just as Vince straddled his admirer. Flynn looked like he was dying for Vince's dick. Vince rubbed himself against Flynn's ass, teased his hole for a minute, then slid his way inside.

Chad licked his lips as he watched. "Hell yeah," he mumbled.

"Do you want to fuck too?" I asked.

"Not yet," he said. "Show me your ass."

I was still standing up, so I just turned and stuck my butt in his face. Chad put his hands on my cheeks. "Oh yeah," he said. Then he dove in face-first.

"Oh God," I said as I felt his tongue on my mancunt. I bent over to give him better access, and he put his whole mouth on my crack. I loved the feeling of his lips against my skin, and waves of pleasure rippled through my body. I could tell my dick was oozing pre-cum, and I wanted to jack off so bad. But every time my hand got near my cock, Chad pushed it away.

I couldn't reciprocate in that position, so I just watched the other guys fucking onscreen. Flynn was obviously loving it: his eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open, as Vince rammed into him. Flynn's legs were flailing on either side, and his hands were gripping the bed beneath him. I was downright feasting my eyes on those dudes going at it.

Chad was still kissing my rose, which damn near drove me wild. I felt his nose run up and down my asscrack, and I felt his hands teasing my balls. My cock was ready to explode, but Chad made sure not to touch it. He ran his tongue along the crease at the base of my ass, then lifted his head.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Oh fuck yeah," I said.

"Good," he said. "Now it's your turn." He turned his back to me, got down on all fours, and stuck his ass up.

My mouth watered at the sight of his cakes. His anatomy was so gorgeous that I could never take my eyes off it, no matter how many times I'd seen it. His muscles were so taut, especially in that position. His butt cleavage was so fucking inviting, and I couldn't wait to taste the cinnamon-colored treat in the middle.

I bent down, inhaled the smell of his skin, and licked one of his hamstrings. Then I made my way up his leg and started feasting on him.

His hole was just as delicious as I'd expected. I couldn't see anything with my face buried in his ass, but it hardly seemed to matter. I knew every square inch of that body, and I knew just what to do with it. I'd learned not to let my teeth touch his skin, so I did all the work with my tongue and my lips. I felt like I was making out with him, just on the other end.

Chad groaned and pressed himself back against me. I marveled at his cock and balls hanging underneath. I was tempted to trombone him, but I forced myself not to. Instead, I smacked his cheeks, and I felt his body shudder in response. I sucked on his pucker, almost like I was giving him a hickey. Slowly but surely, his sphincter loosened up.

Chad was breathing heavily, and he rode my tongue as if his life depended on it. "Oh shit," he said. "You're so fucking good at that...."

I lifted my head up. "So are you," I said.

"Shut up and keep eating me."

I dove back down and lapped at his hole. He let out another moan, and he swiveled his hips around. I sat still and let his ass caress my face. I could feel every pore of his skin, and every little hair, and I was hungry for more.

The guys onscreen were getting ready to bust. Vince was fucking Flynn lap dance style. Flynn's dick was flying around freely, till he grabbed himself and started pounding his pud. The camera zoomed in on Vince sliding in and out of his butt. Finally Flynn threw his head back, let out a cry, and sent his jizz flying across the room. Then Vince pulled out of him and started jacking himself off. Flynn positioned himself under Vince's dick, and a second later, Vince shot his load right on Flynn's face.

"I'm so fucking close," Chad said.

I pulled away from his ass. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Not yet," he said. "I want to keep it going longer. Find something else we can watch."

I turned back to my computer and scrolled through the other scenes. There were a helluva lot of videos out there. Even just looking at the thumbnails, we could see Vince having sex with any number of guys. Sometimes he was outdoors, sometimes he was in a pool, sometimes he was in a bedroom. The dude obviously got around.

I clicked on a random video and laid back on my bed. Chad leaned against me, and I put my arms around him. We just watched the video and waited for some of our hormones to subside.

"So," he said, "about this summer... are you gonna be free at all?"

I shrugged. "Well, my dad is making me work—"

"Y-you know, if you wanted to come to San Diego, we could hang out or something—"

"Hang out?"

Chad grinned. "I said 'or something,' didn't I?"

I forced a smile. It sounded like an awesome idea, but I wasn't sure how I could do it. For one thing, I knew I couldn't pay for the plane ticket. I was tempted to ask my parents for help, but I wasn't sure how. I'd have to make up some kind of a story; I could never tell them I was going for a booty call, much less with a guy. "Well," I finally said, "it'd be awesome if we could pull it off... it's just...."

"You don't need to make a big deal about it. Just say you're going to hang with a frat buddy or something. It wouldn't be a lie."

"You make it sound so easy," I said. I didn't want to tell him I was dreading the summer. I'd gotten so used to having him around, and I didn't know what I'd do without him for three months. I pulled him closer to me, and I kissed the top of his head. Chad rolled over, laid his head down on me, and put his hand on my chest.

We watched a couple more videos without saying a word. I wanted to lie there forever. Eventually Chad reached over, pulled our lube bottle from my drawer, and lathered his ass up.

"I thought you wanted to edge," I said.

"I do," he said. "But I can't wait anymore. We can still edge when we fuck." He sat on my lap, took my dick in his hands, and slid it up his ass.

I started doing him lotus style. This was one of my favorite positions: his whole body was up against mine, so we could make out while we fucked. Chad seemed as hungry for it as I was. Our tongues practically wrapped around each other, and I felt his breath against my skin. Neither of us were really watching the porn anymore. We so into each other that we weren't paying attention to anything else.

By then, Chad had taken my dick enough times that he was a fucking expert. His fuckring had gotten perfectly conditioned: it was tight enough to feel awesome, yet it managed to take me right in. Chad's skills had sharpened too, so he positioned himself just right for maximum pleasure.

I broke our kiss and whispered into his ear. "You feel so good," I said.

"You do too," he said. "Shit, I've been needing this all day."

"Tell me how much you've been craving this cock."

"Fuck you," he said, then he threw his head back. "Keep doing that shit."

I plowed him for a few more minutes, but then I started getting close, so we had to pause. I kept my hard dick inside him while we waited. Then, once I knew I was safe, I started pumping again. I kept at it till Chad got close and I had to stop again.

The cycle repeated itself over the next hour or so. Along the way, we defiled practically every place in the room. We did it on both of the beds, the floor, the dresser, and everywhere else.

Eventually Chad and I flipped, and I started riding his cock. I ground my ass against him so his dick slid in and out of my mancunt. It felt so good to have him inside me. My body felt like it was made for him, and vice versa.

Before I'd met Chad, I never could've imagined how much I'd enjoy getting it up the ass. This wasn't just primal fucking; it was actually kind of the opposite, because it was one of the most life-affirming experiences I'd had.

By now, there was no denying I was into Chad, and not just in a sexual way. I did love his cock and balls of course, and his ass for that matter. But I also loved his deep sexy voice and broad shoulders. I couldn't get enough of his eyes, or the way his wavy brown hair hung partway over his forehead. I dug the scratchiness of his stubble, and the feeling of his lips fitting perfectly over mine. Most of all, I loved how I felt around him: Chad seemed to get me, and he always let me be myself. I felt like we were right at home whenever we were together.

"Dude," he said, "do you want to finally get off?"

I'd been waiting to hear that, and I nodded as I bounced up and down. "You go first," I said. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

Chad leaned up and kissed me. "Then lie down," he said. "I'm going to drill you as deep as you can take it."

I complied without saying a word. I got on my back and spread my legs, and without further ado, Chad started fucking me missionary.

"Fucking kiss me," he said.

I leaned up and started making out with him. I loved feeling him in both ends of my body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and I pulled him in as tightly as I could.

"Oh shit," he said. "Aw fuck....!"

Before I could react, I felt him blow his load inside me. I felt spurt after spurt, and his dick suddenly felt like it was covered in lube. By now I knew the face he made when he came, but his expression this time was more intense than ever.

I knew I was about to bust, but I could tell how much he was enjoying himself, so I waited till his body stopped spasming. Then I reached for my cock and started jacking myself off. I could already tell my orgasm would be as intense as I'd hoped for. "Oh God yeah," I said, "I love getting fucked by your dick—"

"I—"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm so fucking gay for you, baby."

Chad stopped pumping, but it was too late. My hand clamped down on my cock, and practically all my muscles tensed up.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as I shot my load all over myself. My body felt so ecstatic that I nearly lost all control. My cum blew across my chest in one rope after another. I barely managed to keep from screaming with pleasure.

"What did you just say?"

I tried to catch my breath, but I could already feel my face already turning red. I knew I'd spoken in the heat of the moment, and I knew I was going to regret it. "W-well," I said, "I dunno, I mean I think I might be bi—"

"W-what?" Chad pulled his dick out of me, and I saw he was already going soft.

I worried that I'd said the wrong thing. "What's wrong?"

Chad put his hand on his forehead. "Look," he said, "I told you I'm not gay."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "You like dick as much as I do—"

"Oh fuck you—"

"I did," I said, "and that's how I know."

Chad looked around for a second, then grabbed his undies off the floor. "No," he said, "you don't know what you're talking about. You don't know what I want—"

"Sounds like you don't either."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I don't see what your problem is—"

"I'm not a fucking fag, that's my problem. Do you know how many girls I've been with?"

I crossed my arms. "When was the last one?" I asked.

"That's none of your business," he snapped. He pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly.

"You and I have been fucking bareback," I said. "So yeah, it's my business."

"Fine," he said. "I haven't hooked up with a girl since Rush Week. Are you happy?"

I swallowed. "Are you just saying that?"

"I've never lied to you once," Chad said as he put on his shirt.

"Then what are you being so weird about?"

"Me? Being weird?"

I threw up my hands. "Oh for Christ's sake," I said. "You obviously know your way around gay porn. You've been banging a dude for months, and you haven't been with a girl that whole time. In fact, you fucking beg to get more dick up your ass. You got yourself tested for HIV. You bought lube. You've been getting naked in front of other guys, and don't tell me it was just because you had to, because we both know it's not true. And don't get me started on how you've jacked off—"

"Scott, goddammit, I swear—"

"I mean, Jesus, what part of that doesn't sound gay to you?"

Chad grabbed the doorknob. "You need to shut the fuck up."