The Arrangement

Jake was slamming me from behind. I mean, absolutely railing me.

“Dude,” I had to say.

“What?” he said, all out of breath, barely slowing his pounding pelvis as he worked his big cock in and out of my bent-over ass.

“I just need a minute,” I said as I pulled off him, his rod coming out of me with a wet suctioning sound.

“Too much for you?” Jake said, smiling at me as he wiped sweat off his brow.

“No it’s just…I need a drink of water real quick,” I said, getting up on my wobbly legs to hobble over to the kitchen counter. I poured myself a glass of water.

“Sure, bro. But then back to it. I haven’t fucked for two days so I want to get a good nut in,” Jake said.

“Yeah,” I said, taking a deep breath and feeling the sting in my worn-out hole. I looked over at Jake, who’d sat back on the couch, his boner red and throbbing in his lap. There wasn’t any getting out of this, not when I had full reign to treat Jake as much like a piece of meat as he was treating me now.

So I finished the water and set my glass on the counter, then I went to the living room and re-assumed the position.

“Fuck yeah,” Jake said as I perched my ass up, on all fours on the ottoman my grandma had given me when I first got to college. “Don’t tap out yet, bro. I want to fuck today.”

I winced as he slid himself back inside of me. Then I focused on my breath and keeping my hole open for him.

Cause that’s the deal. We came up with it shortly after we moved in together, to our crappy little one-bedroom in the cheapest part of our liberal-arts college town. It seemed like a great idea at the time. If neither of us has a girlfriend, we use each other to get our fuck on. And no complaining about how often or how hard we fuck, like a chick would. We give up our holes to each other, we don’t tell anybody about it, we get our needs met without a lot of hassle. Like, why hasn’t anybody thought of this before?

And it’s worked out, for the most part. But sometimes Jake gets in these moods, where he wants to fuck hard and long. I can’t blame him, I’ve been there myself, and I’ve definitely enjoyed railing his tight little ass in the same way. But it’s different when you’re on the receiving end.

“Take it you fucking bitch,” Jake said, slapping my ass as he pumped it full of his raw dick. That’s another rule: no condoms, ever. Why would we need to? “Can’t knock each other up,” Jake said when we decided on it. “But we sure can try.” It’s a little cherry-on-top for our situation - maybe you’re not fucking some hot chick, but you do get to fuck bare and cum wherever you want. Which, nine times out of ten, means deep inside, because (we’ve both agreed) that’s the best.

“Look at her take it, man,” Jake said, eyes on the porn we had playing on the TV. He likes scenes with big-titted MILFs taking young cock; I think he likes to imagine I’m one of them, lack of tits be damned. Though, I will say, I’ve got some massive pecs on my gym-sculpted body, and Jake has been known to grope and even suck on them when he gets super horned up, or drunk.

Our drunk sex is a whole other thing. We don’t talk about it, to be honest.

“Fuck this bitch has got me close,” Jake said as he slowed a little and held deep. I took a moment to catch my breath and jack my cock a little, which stays in a semi-hard state usually when Jake is using me. I don’t really question that - sometime I can even cum when he’s fucking me. Jake doesn’t care, and it makes it better for me. He chanced a couple slow pumps. “Just gonna edge a little in this pussy. You like that dick in your cunt, baby?”

“Mm-hm,” I said, putting on the high girl-y sort of voice both of us do when we’re the ones getting screwed.

That voice came about when we first started doing it, which initially we would do in our bedroom with the lights out and the curtains pulled, completely dark. It seemed the easiest way to get around the facts of it, being best friends and straight and everything. Eventually we started covering the other one up with a blanket so it was like you were fucking this disembodied ass. But that was too complicated. Now we just stick to the essentials: porn, lube, spread ass, raw fucking.

Plus it kinda gets us off to dominate each other. Jake and I, we’re kinda equals, in strength and intelligence. Just a couple of super-hot, clean-cut dudes. Jake might have an edge on me, socially. He’s got a certain charm. But I’ve got a quiet intelligence that really reels girls in.

It just adds to the excitement to have one of us bend over for the other, cause it’s this moment to feel total dominance, to fully embody our alpha natures.

Truth be told, though, I sometimes like bitching out for him even better. I was embarrassed the first time Jake noticed me getting a boner while he fucked my ass. But it just turned Jake on. Everything turns him on. “Yeah, you love it. Look at your hard clit, you cunt,” he said, just fully getting into the fantasy we sometimes create that we’re fucking a chick.

He gets hard when I’m fucking him too, sometimes, usually when I go slow and get kinda sweet. He wouldn’t admit it, but he gets turned on when I suck and bite at his neck, which I typically only do when we’re really drunk and going for it.

“Switch positions,” Jake said, and pulled out. I took a breath as Jake laid back and then I got up to straddle him. We really only fuck in two positions - doggy, or laying back and letting the other ride. But when we do it the second way we always do reverse-cowgirl so we can both watch porn.

I held his dick up and slid down on it. It’s crazy how it gets so easy to take it after we’ve been going at it for a while, how it even feels good sometimes.

Jake slapped his palm on my ass cheek and kept it there as I started to ride him. Usually he cums like this - his thing is he likes to fuck hard from behind, and then I ride him until he cums.

I jacked my dick as I slid Jake’s big hog in and out of myself, another perk for being on top. I think he likes it when I’m squirming on his dick and moaning like a girl.

Which I was now.

“Keep going like that,” Jake said, massaging my firm ass. I could sense him craning his neck to look at the porn. It was a hot scene - this gorgeous MILF taking a huge cock while her titties bounced all over the place. “Keep going on that cock, don’t stop, just like that, oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum.”

I got this urge to reach down and feel his balls, which are shaved and full and tight in their sack, up toward the base of his cock. I cradled them gently as his orgasm ramped up.

“Here it comes, take it, yeah you bitch, take my load, fuck!” His cock swelled and started to fill me as I rode it. I’ve come to enjoy it as a really satisfying feeling. Partly because it means my job is done: I’ve done my part for my bro, held up my end of the deal. Which means next time I get to blast in him. But there’s also something about taking his cum inside of me that I’ve started to like, too. We save our cum for each, for the most part. It’s like a bond we have.

I got off him and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was his job to clean up - that’s how we always do it, so I hit the shower while he shut off the porn, put away the lube, and wiped off his dripping dick. In the past I would have immediately sat down on the toilet and shat out his load, but I don’t do that anymore. It’s kind of fun carrying it around, like a secret. We do this thing where we ask each other about it lately - like we’ll be at the gym after he plowed me in the morning and he’ll ask, “You still got me in you?” Just right there as we’re benching, people working out all around us.

“Yep,” I’ll say.

“Nice,” he’ll say and give me a wink.

That day, though, we both had to work. I carried his load around with me pretty much all day until I got home. He had a date that night and I started getting horny early in the evening, wondering when I would get a chance to take my turn. We don’t have set times or too much structure - just that we alternate, so nobody has to take it twice in a row.

I was just getting ready to jack off when he came home, way too early.

“How was it?” I asked, but I could already tell from the look on his face.

“She’s hot as hell, but a total cock tease,” he said as he set down his bag and took off his coat. He looked at me on the couch.

“Wanna plow me?” he said. My cock instantly shot up.

“Definitely,” I said, already pawing at my rod.

“Cool let me clean up then you can fuck,” he said.

It’s always this moment that’s the hottest, as far as I’m concerned: when he’s getting ready and I’m just waiting to get my fuck on. I heard him come out of the shower and go into his room, and few moments later he called out to me: “Ready.”

He was on his bed on all fours, a towel down underneath, lube next to his knee, laptop open and straight porn playing. Our standard arrangement.

I walked in and went for his hole - it’s pink and fresh-looking, ringed with hair that goes up his crack. I pushed my thumb against it. He groaned and pushed back.

I lubed up, lubed him up, got into position. We don’t do a lot of foreplay or preliminaries - it’s about raw sex with us, fucking, meeting our needs. So I pushed in and he pushed back and when it first popped inside he took a sharp breath in, but had to back off and take my cock out of him. It always happens like this. I gave him a minute and tried again, going slowly until my whole cock was buried in him. Then it was like: Fuck yeah. Fucktime. I lightly grabbed hold of his firm cheeks and started to pump.

Man, every time I wonder how I ever got by without this. His hole felt as good as pussy, maybe better cause it’s tighter. So for a while I just pumped slow and enjoyed it, loving the look of my fat cock disappearing inside of him then reappearing and like a filthy miracle.

He got more into it too, and I noticed his cock popped up when I started fucking him harder. So I started really pounding it into him. I went hard and he met me with it, bucking that fine ass back onto my cock and groaning a little when I went super deep. If I get a good rhythm going he’ll start to do this uninterrupted moaning thing; it gets louder the longer I go.

“You okay?” I said once after a particularly rough round of thrusting on my end.

“Yeah bro, don’t stop,” he said, and chanced a few strokes of his diamond-hard cock. So I really laid into him, fucking deep, fast and hard. I got close, slowed down, ramped up again.

I mean, I wanted to tire him out a little, the same way he does me. Just to take advantage of the situation. I thought: When have I ever gotten to fuck like this? An answer didn’t come to mind.

Sometimes, looking at him bent over and thinking of all the hot girls I’ve seen him with (and, if I’m being honest, a few I’ve fucked with him), I’ll trip out. Here’s this dude, my best friend, who by all measures is a total stud and who will mostly likely end up with a total hottie wife someday, giving himself to me like this, letting me treat him like an absolute slut.

I tried to get him where I was yesterday, so fucked he’s ready to tap out. But he just kept giving it back to me, pushing that sweet ass back to meeting my pounding hips, saying “Yeah bro, fuck me” with his hot, low voice and handsome face turned to the porn. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I held deep and came, and in my head I was already preparing myself for my turn. Cause that’s our deal. What goes around comes around.