by T V Hartwell
Jake jumped up to wrap his legs around Kirby’s waist, animated and thoroughly aroused by the probing fingers that were spreading his hole and making it loose. “Ohhh, yeah. Fuck my hole, man,” Jake cried. “Fuck me, fuck me. Oh God, yes, fuck me!”
Kirby grinned in reaction and then carried Jake into the bedroom. When they fell to the bed with Jake on his back and Kirby on top of him, Jake kept his legs wrapped around Kirby as Kirby continued to press his pelvis to Jake’s in a fucking motion. As he did so, Kirby went from wet and wild kisses to softer, tender ones. “Are you ready for this? Do you really want me to fuck you?” Kirby stopped to ask.
“Yes, I do. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me. I’ve thought about it, fantasized about it for so long. I want to experience it at least once.”
“I’ve fantasized about it for a long time, too.”
“You’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted to experience this with.”
Kirby grinned happily as he bent down to kiss Jake again.
Jake chuckled as he kissed him back, knowing how pleased Kirby must have felt about the arrival of this moment—the moment Jake and Kirby’s flesh would become one.
Kirby pulled up to get a better view of Jake’s body—lean and muscular, neatly groomed and clean, with smooth, even-toned, creamy skin with not a blemish or flaw in sight. He unwrapped Jake’s legs from his waist, spread them apart, and pushed them back. When Kirby looked down and zeroed in on his target, he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” as if beholding Jake for the first time.
Jake grinned broadly and chuckled. “Okay, stud. Be gentle with me. Please don’t break me in two.”
Kirby laughed. “I won’t. I’ll take it nice and slow,” he said before he pressed the head of his fully erect ten-inch tool to Jake’s waiting hole.
Jake’s heart raced in anticipation of what he was about to encounter. His lust for Kirby’s manhood and desire to be topped by him outweighed whatever apprehension he felt in that moment.
“Yeaaah…nice and slow,” Kirby said in a deep, sensual voice as he continued to tease and prep Jake’s hole for expansion. “Then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Kirby said before busting out a laugh.
Jake rolled his eyes and chuckled along, but he knew that Kirby could and likely would fuck him ’til kingdom come all over that apartment. The thought both excited him and momentarily instilled a small degree of fear. “I think we’re going to need some lube,” Jake said as he pulled his legs back to his chest and turned to his side, away from Kirby, to hop off the bed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll lube you up real good when I stick my tongue up your sexy ass. I’m going to eat that shit out like a wet pussy.”
Although Jake didn’t have the words for a comeback, his body sufficiently communicated his reaction to Kirby’s dirty talk. He had been rimmed by Kirby many times before, but the thought of that being followed up by actual intercourse this time made Jake’s cock rise straight up at full attention.
“Are you nice and fresh for me?” Kirby said, dead serious about his intent.
Jake cracked a smile. “Yeah, I showered earlier, but wait, I’ll be right back,” he said before he went into the bathroom and shut the door.
A little more than a minute later, Jake emerged from the bathroom all giddy and excited. Seeing that Kirby was lying on his back, Jake hopped on the bed and straddled himself on all fours directly above Kirby with his ass pointed to Kirby’s face. He knew Kirby would like it that way.
“Is that fresh enough for you, bro?” Jake said as he poked his ass out in an exaggerated way, revealing the sliver of his pinkish hole up close.
Kirby slapped and squeezed Jake’s ass-cheeks with his hands as he gushed with satisfaction. “Yeaaah….”
When Kirby used his thumbs to stretch Jake’s sphincter, Jake moaned in heat at the intrusion and gladly surrendered himself for further examination. To assist Kirby in his ass play, Jake lowered himself on top of Kirby and leaned on his elbows with his face directly above the Black Mamba.
On cue, Kirby got right to it, using the tip of his tongue to poke Jake’s opening teasingly at first before he began to devour his buddy lasciviously—licking and sucking the rim before inserting his tongue inside, probing deeply.
The sensation of Kirby’s penetrating tongue—wet, warm, and soft but also firm and slightly ticklish—drove Jake crazy. “Ahhh…fuck! Lick my ass, bro. That’s it. Oh my God, that feels so fucking good,” he said in aching pleasure.
Kirby happily obliged, probing deeper with his tongue, then pulling out to lick and suck on Jake balls. “Mmmm, you taste so fucking good,” Kirby said, smacking his lips as he sucked and tugged on Jake’s scrotum with his wet mouth.
“Mmmm,” Jake moaned back as he sucked and tugged on the bulging head of Kirby’s cock. “So do you,” he said, coming up for air before stuffing his mouth again to resume his oral treatment. Jake closed his eyes, fully enjoying and exulting in the moment. I love my life right now, he thought to himself as he worked Kirby’s tool and relished the feel of Kirby’s tongue up his ass at the same time. That’s how sex with Kirby always made him feel—on cloud nine. Making love to Kirby felt so good, so easy, so familiar, so natural, so comforting. It felt so right. And this time, there was no guilt associated with it since Jake was now single. He wasn’t cheating on anyone like before, and breaking up with Amanda suddenly felt less painful considering that she might very well turn out to be the half-sister he never knew he had.
“Sit on my face,” Kirby commanded, snapping Jake out of his daze.
Jake rose up and complied, positioning his ass directly over Kirby’s face while stroking his own erection. Jake could feel his hole becoming more loose and relaxed. He loved the way it felt—cool and soaking wet from Kirby’s saliva. He contracted his sphincter a few times, which drove Kirby mad, causing him to feast on Jake even more greedily.
Jake gasped. “Oh my God, you’re so amazing. You do that so fucking good,” he said before he leaned back down to return his mouth to the Black Mamba, still hard and throbbing.
Jake and Kirby were both so caught up in foreplay that it eventually turned into the main course as it consumed them for an extended period without interruption. There were just constant moans and gasps with the random expletive thrown in, among other exclamations, to express the delight, gratification, and sheer bliss each felt.
“You like the taste of that, don’t you?” Jake said to Kirby tauntingly.
“Fuck, yeah. Can’t get enough,” Kirby said as he switched between sucking on Jake’s hole and cock, both directly in his face for the taking.
Kirby had to stop what he was doing a few times to regain self-control and prevent an early orgasm. The combination of eating out his favorite boy, one of Kirby’s favorite things to do sexually, while having said boy milk his tool at the same time had him sexually supercharged and on the brink.
Jake, on the other hand, was enjoying being in the driver’s seat, making Kirby delirious. Recalling how Kirby had sucked him off to completion and swallowed when they were in Hawaii, Jake aimed to do the same when he sensed that Kirby might be approaching climax prematurely.
Increasingly unable to maintain control, Kirby bent his legs up and stretched them back out a few times as he gasped loudly in response to Jake’s masterful manipulation of the Black Mamba. “Ahhh…shit…you son of a bitch,” Kirby said stridently.
Jake stopped to laugh in response to Kirby’s cry before quickly returning to tantalize him mercilessly with his hand and mouth, sucking and stroking with rhythmic precision.
“Fuck…you’re going to make me come, dude,” Kirby said, trying to pull himself away from Jake.
Jake, however, was persistent and wouldn’t let the Black Mamba out of his grip. “I want to suck you off. I want to swallow your load so bad right now.”
Kirby seemed surprised. “Yeah?”
“Let’s come together, bro. You suck me off too,” Jake said.
Kir
by obliged as he and Jake turned on their sides to continue pleasuring one another in the sixty-nine. They sucked and moaned loudly like dogs in heat. “I love you, bro,” Jake said with a sorrowful tone, feeling remorse for the extended separation and friction with his friend.
“I love you too, bro,” Kirby said, sounding equally remorseful, as they continued to pleasure one another. Kirby couldn’t hold back for much longer. With the eruption rising within and about to burst at the top, Kirby quickly hopped off the bed and stood to his feet. His body trembled and the muscles in his arms, chest, and abdominals contracted as he stroked himself rapidly.
Jake crawled over to the edge of the bed to position himself right in the line of sight of the impending deluge. He was thirsty for it.
“Oh, fuck!” Kirby yelled, breathing heavily.
Jake opened his mouth and held out his tongue in anticipation. Kirby stepped forward and then he came, spraying into Jake’s mouth and partially on his face as well.
“Oh yeah,” Jake slurred as he allowed the taste of Kirby’s come to settle on his tongue for a few seconds before he swallowed it down. Then he took Kirby’s tool, still oozing with cream, back into his mouth to finish the rest.
Kirby’s knees buckled and his body went spastic as he fought to remain standing while Jake devoured him. When Jake had his way and finished him off, Kirby collapsed down to the bed and lay flat on his back. “Fuck, man. Oh my God. That was good,” Kirby said in a daze.
Jake stepped away to the bathroom to quickly wipe his face and hands. Then he returned, still having the taste of his best buddy’s come in his mouth. Drunk on lust, Jake’s member was aching and throbbing, and he desperately wanted to shoot his load too. He lay on his back beside Kirby, pressing the side of his flesh to Kirby’s, shoulder to shoulder. As Jake began to stroke himself, he placed his right leg atop Kirby’s left leg. They turned their faces toward one another and kissed each other’s lips tenderly in between Jake’s gasps.
“Oh fuck…here I come,” Jake announced as he stroked with increased vigor.
“Shoot it in my mouth, man; shoot it in my mouth,” Kirby said urgently as he leaned up on his elbows.
Jake pulled himself up on his knees and straddled Kirby as he continued to stroke rapidly.
Kirby opened his mouth and flicked his tongue tauntingly a couple of times before holding it out steady.
As he stroked, Jake pushed his pelvis forward to center his aim right into Kirby’s waiting mouth. Then he pushed forward a couple more times, feeling the impending explosion making its way out of him in slow, agonizing fashion. It was torture, but it felt amazing. Jake’s body trembled as he pushed his pelvis forward one more time, at which point he shot his load perfectly into Kirby’s mouth with the precision of a water gun hitting its target. Jake came with such force that he momentarily felt faint and a little dizzy.
Kirby swallowed with an audible gulp then licked his lips and swallowed again. “Mmmm, that was yummy,” he said before poking his tongue out to show Jake that it was indeed all gone.
Jake smiled. “Attaboy,” he said before leaning down to kiss Kirby, rolling the tip of his tongue to Kirby’s. Then they tenderly gave each other a quick peck—once, twice, and then a third time, the sound of each kiss ricocheting from their lips.
“Lie on top of me,” Kirby said.
Jake did so, spreading himself prostrate on top of Kirby—chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, and with each of his legs bestriding Kirby’s. Jake then wrapped his arms around Kirby’s broad shoulders and leaned in so that his nose pressed up against the side of Kirby’s face. Kirby immediately responded and wrapped his arms around Jake, rubbing his back and then intermittently squeezing their bodies more tightly together.
Jake absorbed the warmth and feel of his lean, ripped, muscular physique pressed to the hard, pumped, muscular flesh of his best friend and male lover. It felt comforting to be locked in Kirby’s strong embrace again. It felt loving. It also felt erotic. And it turned him on. “Damn, you feel so good,” Jake said with a sigh. Despite having just climaxed to the point of exhaustion, Jake’s hard-on returned. He aided the swelling with a subtle but continuous thrust of his pelvis to Kirby’s.
Jake allowed himself to get lost in the ecstasy of his feelings and emotions. It provided a much needed respite, albeit temporary, from the trouble he and his family faced. As he lay there, he contemplated how much Kirby loved him and wanted to be with him exclusively. This smart, funny, beautiful, fine-as-hell black Adonis that men and women alike ogled and wished they could have was Jake’s for the taking. A sense of gratitude and appreciation fell over Jake—that Kirby was his longtime friend and, better yet, an option still if he chose to explore life with another man as an openly gay couple.
Jake and Kirby continued in silence for a few minutes, caressing, thrusting, and locking their bodies together. They kissed each other softly on the lips, then rolled the tips of their tongues together, stopping and repeating over and over.
Moments later, Kirby was ready to take things to the next level. He rolled Jake over on his back so that he was now on top of him in the missionary position. Jake instinctively opened his legs and wrapped them around Kirby’s hard, muscular thighs.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” Kirby said in a breathy voice.
Every nerve in Jake’s body was bristling and fully charged. Mentally, he felt ready to submit himself to Kirby. He had imagined this moment and fantasized about it off and on for years. He’d even secretly done the deed on himself more than once using a dildo he’d mail-ordered and kept hidden away. Now the moment had arrived when Jake felt comfortable and free enough to bend his no-anal-sex rule. In this moment of personal turmoil, Jake had lost his resolve and threw all inhibition to the wind.
Jake was just about to respond to Kirby’s question in the affirmative but was interrupted when his cell phone rang. “Let me see who this is,” Jake said as he reached over to grab the phone from the nightstand. “It’s Dad. I have to take this.” Jake pushed Kirby back with his left arm in an innocuous way to indicate that he wanted to rise up.
“Hey, Dad,” Jake said as he turned to place his feet to the floor and sat at the edge of the bed. Jake listened intently as Tom spoke on the other end of the line. He replied back minimally and by using only vague, nondescript terms. “Yeah…. Okay…. Okay…. That’s fine…. That sounds fine…. All right…see you tomorrow. Bye.”
The call took about five minutes. Tom did most of the talking. Meanwhile, Kirby had gotten up to check his own phone. He was texting someone back when Jake’s call had ended.
Jake turned and lifted his feet back onto the bed. He then leaned his back against the headboard, stretched out, and crossed his legs comfortably as he waited for Kirby.
“I hate to be a killjoy, dude, but I need to go home, shower and change, and get back over to the studio. They’re cutting shit out of the pilot, and I need to be there to make sure they don’t mess shit up,” Kirby said, sounding irritated as he dropped his phone to the bed and reached to put his gym clothes back on.
“Why are they cutting shit out?”
“The run time for the pilot is only supposed to be twenty to twenty-two minutes, but we have a little over thirty minutes of footage.”
“But it’s a thirty-minute show, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but you have to factor eight to ten minutes for commercials.”
“Oh, right.”
“I knew we were over and would have to cut some things out, but I don’t agree with what they want to cut, so I’d best get my ass over there before it’s too late.”
Jake sat there quietly with mixed feelings as he watched Kirby get dressed and ramble on. Although the phone call with Tom had sapped some of his sexual urge and caused his hard-on to rapidly shrink, Jake still wanted to feel Kirby deep inside him. No, he wanted Kirby to pound him silly.
When Kirby finished getting dressed, he turned toward Jake to pick his phone up off the bed.
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�What happened to the Black Mamba? He was so ready to strike with a vengeance a few moments ago,” Jake teased as he slid his foot up between Kirby’s legs to the groin.
Kirby chuckled and grinned from ear to ear as he pulled Jake’s foot away and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. “You’ve been granted a temporary reprieve. I guess this gives you a little more time to think about this life-altering decision you’re making to be bred by the Black Mamba. Because you know what they say about the Black Mamba, don’t you?”
Jake looked on keenly, anticipating the punchline.
“Once you go black, you never go back,” Kirby said, busting out a laugh.
Jake laughed, too. “I knew you were going to say it. I knew that’s what you’d say.”
“That’s right, bitch!” Kirby howled.
“But I’m already there. All I’ve ever had is black dick,” Jake said, still laughing.
“Damn! You’re right,” Kirby stopped and said before continuing to laugh.
“Oh my God, I don’t know what I’m going to do about you, Kirby,” Jake said, becoming more serious in tone.
“What do you mean?”
Jake sighed and looked up at the ceiling as he contemplated how to express his feelings. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to separate myself from you like I’d been trying to do. I thought that if I just stopped talking to you and dated girls or tried to get back with Amanda, I’d get over you…get over my feelings for you. But being away from you these past few months and then being with you again now has made me realize that my attraction to you and the feelings I have for you are stronger than I’ve been willing to admit to myself. To be perfectly honest, I’m a little confused right now.”
“Confused about what?”