The drought is over...

Well, apparently Brad couldn't wait for us to come up with a valid excuse to disappear for the night. Last night, he called me about 5 minutes after I left work, asking me if I could come down. I said yes, but I had to go to the bank first. He told me to hurry, and he didn't sound quite right. Sensing that something was wrong, I said "fuck the bank" and headed towards his house. All I could think all the way there was that he'd had another breakdown. But when I got there, he was sitting outside on the front step, smoking. He smiled when I got out of the car, and said "Hey there, sexy." I said hey back, and we went inside. Before I even had my shoes off, he had grabbed me from behind and pulling my shirt off. I asked what he was doing, people were here, and he said that No, everyone was gone. For the evening. I smiled, and upstairs we ran.

When we got to his bedroom, he ripped my shirt up over my head and grabbed my belt. I had taken his shirt off by now, and had his pants undone. He was at full mast when they dropped to the floor, and I wasn't far behind him. He grabbed me by the waist and threw me down on the bed, and straddled me. He had that sexy-as-fuck grin on his face, and he started jerking his cock. He sat his ass down on my now-rock hard cock and started grinding it. He was leaking pre-cum like crazy already, and had this look of pure ecstacy on his face. He glared down at me and through clenched teeth he growled "fuck me."

I reached over to his bed table and grabbed the lube and a rubber. He grabbed the rubber out of my hand and threw it back in the drawer. "Bareback. And I want you to fuckin' ram me." I grinned, and he raised up so I could lube my dick. Since I hadn't fucked him for awhile, I applied lots just to be sure. I don't think it would have mattered, though. Soon, Brad had reached under himself and positioned my cock at his ass, then proceeded to take all 8 inches in one shot. His face tightened up and his body froze, and I remember thinking "yeah, I bet that does hurt, dumbass" but he only stayed still for a few seconds. He started moving up and down, increasingly harder. In no time he was riding me like a wild horse, so hard that I had to hold his hips.

God, that felt so fucking good. It seemed like ages since we last fucked each other. With everything that has happened in the past few weeks, especially the uncertainty that this would ever happen again period. Now here we were, me spread out on his big bed, our clothes thrown practically all over the room, Brad naked and sweaty taking my cock balls deep up his sexy tight little ass. He had started moaning, too. That gets me every time, especially when he keeps looking down at me through half-closed eyes with the drops of sweat dripping off his forehead. It occurred to me that we had never fucked in his room before. I'd been in his room a million times, and it was always hotter than hell in there, which is how I like it when I fuck anyone, as hot as it can be. Sweat fetish or something, I dunno. But he just kept bouncing up and down, harder every time, moaning nothing in particular, just swearing, telling me how big my cock felt up his ass, how he'd missed my cock, missed "us" altogether. He said something about how he loved it when I fucked him missionary style, so without hesitation I pushed him back onto his back, barely missing a beat. I grabbed his calves and put his legs on my shoulders and rammed my cock back into him all the way. He gasped loud, and went "ohhhhhhh yeahhhh". I was holding myself up over him, sweat dripping down onto him. He swung his arms outward so they took out mine, and I fell down onto him, hard enough for me to think that maybe I would crack a rib or something. He grabbed both sides of my head and pushed his tongue down my throat. I kept thrusting hard into him, and now I could feel his cock between us, sliding around from the sweat and pre-cum. I pulled away from his kiss, and started biting on his left ear and his neck. He spread his legs out as far as they would go, and grabbed my back. He ran his nails from the middle outwards, down my sides. He was digging in hard, but I didn't care. I didn't give a shit if he drew blood, as long as I could fuck him forever. I couldn't get enough, I had to keep fucking him harder and harder.

I pulled out of him and I told him to get on his hands and knees. As he moved, he grabbed his cock and started jerking it. I told him not to touch it, that I would take care of that too. When he was ready (not fast enough, in my opinion) I stuffed my cock all the way back in him again. He groaned loudly as I apparently hit some different nerves than I was before. He leaned forward then pushed himself back onto my cock. He was rocking just as hard as I was thrusting. I grabbed him by the back of his shoulders and leaned over him, biting his neck again. He kept hissing "harder, harder" so I raised myself back up and grabbed his hips and plowed him as hard as I could. For some strange reason, whenever I get over being sick, all I want to do for like 2 weeks afterwards is fuck every single thing I can get my hands on. I'm talking like all day, every day. I can jerk off 2, 3 times a day and still need to fuck some sort of a hole. And last night, Brad was really giving me a run for my money. He kept squeezing his ass around my cock as tight as he could, moaning so loud, telling me to fuck him harder and harder, and now, with my hands on his hips literally plowing him into the headboard, it still wasn't hard enough. I reached under him with my right hand and furiously started pumping his neglected hardon, which was dripping more pre-cum than I had ever seen from him before.

There was something so exciting about fucking Brad in his bed. I don't know if it was because we said we could never do this at his house, and even though there was nobody there last night, anyone could have dropped in like people always do there. And it's not like we were quietly humping behind closed doors. His door was wide open, and here we were, 2 sweaty horny guys, faces bright red, tangled up in each other, the blankets soaked in our sweat, me banging his brains out, while we both moaned and groaned and swore.

I honestly don't think I have ever fucked anyone, male or female, harder than I fucked Brad last night. And that's saying a lot. Brad and I have fucked hard before. My ex, bitch that she is/was, really knew what she was doing when it came to riding my cock. She was kinky... Hmm, now that I think about fucking her again, I think I could forgive a lot of the bullshit just to have her again. Or her and Brad at the same time... Now there's an idea...

Okay, I've gotten off topic. So by now, we've been going at it about 45 minutes. I'm just starting to get close, and Brad says that he's getting really close. I love what he does with his ass when he cums, I can't really explain it. It's something that no one else has ever done with me, but I knew if he came right now, that I would too. He started breathing heavier, and I felt his cock harden even more in my hand. Suddenly his ass clenched around my cock, and I felt his cum spurt out of his cock. He made this sound in his throat that sounded so animalistic, and I pulled almost all the way out of him and shoved back in. He did that thing with his ass, and I went off. It felt like a million fireworks going off at once. I had my teeth clenched, but I couldn't hold it back. I just screamed "fuuuuuuuck!!!" and fell onto Brad's back, clawing his shoulders, and he let himself fall flat onto the bed, pulling me down onto him, my cock still in his ass. After what seemed like an hour, my orgasm subsided, and I didn't think I could move. I just laid there, on top of Brad, both of us panting like 2 chain smokers who just ran the Boston Marathon. The rush to the head I had was so great I couldn't even open my eyes. I was kissing Brads neck from behind, him still moaning. My right hand was still underneath him, and his cum was mixing with his sweat and had started to dry. Finally I rolled off of him, and laid beside him so we were looking at each other.

"Jesus, that was wild" Brad said, grinning.
"Unh huhh" was all I could manage for a reply, still breathing heavy.

Brad laughed, and told me to get up so we could go shower before someone showed up. We both jumped in to save time, and got cleaned up quickly just in case someone had come in. Right before he shut the water off, he grabbed my face again and kissed me like he had upstairs.

"Thanks. You have no idea how bad I needed that." He told me
"Oh, I have a pretty good idea" I said with a grin.

We toweled off, and went back upstairs to search for our clothes. As I was pulling my jeans on, I heard his brother's car pull in the driveway. I threw my shirt on and was just pulling it down as I walked down the stairs. Brad was right behind me, and his brother came around the corner and started up the stairs. He kinda gave us a weird look, and just said "hi" and kept going. I personally think he knows what's going on between us too, but like Bitch, has never actually said anything, so we let it go. Brad and I had a cigarette before I left, and he gave me a wink as I got in the car. He walked over, and I rolled down the window.

"Thanks again, don't make any plans for Saturday night. I have to work Sunday morning, but I might be able to work something out." He said.

"Alright," I said, smiling. "Let me know. I'll be ready." I replied.

So needless to say, I slept damn good last night. But once again, I woke up horny as hell this morning. I guess it's a good side effect I always get after I've been sick, but I thought the aftereffects of last night would tie me over a little longer than 12 hours... I shouldn't complain though. Someday I'm going to get old and not be able to get it up at all... Hopefully someday far far away... I think I need to give my ex a call, and be very very nice to her.