Trent - Trying Viagra

For our sophomore year of college, my friends and I found an apartment just off campus. It’s a two-bedroom, but the bedrooms are massive, so we put two double beds in each room and have been living together for two years now, and saving a ton of money by doubling up like this. I’m in the room with Jasper, and Bryce shares the other room with Joseph. Jas and I roomed together freshman year in a dorm, Bryce and Joseph in another dorm, but since the four of us moved in together, it’s been like a fun fraternity for all four of us. 

We don’t throw big parties at our place because we’ve been yelled at too many times for loud music, plus with just the two rooms, we make it a rule to keep sex at the girls' places…if we can. Masturbating was tricky at first, and we’ve all walked in on each other at least twice in the last two years, but we’ve all found our schedules and fit in some “me time” wherever we can. We also have only one bathroom for the four of us, so boundaries are kinda out the window. The upside is that we’re each saving about $10,000 a year on housing by going this route.

“Yo, yo, anyone in?” I yelled, bombing through the door.

“I’m in,” Bryce came from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, his abs and chest pumped up; he must have just finished a workout.

“What about Joe and Jas?” I asked, tossing my backpack on the counter and unzipping it.

“Umm, Jas said he was going to his parents for the weekend to clear his head,” Bryce rolled his eyes and shrugged, “And Joe had to take a night shift, so he probably won’t be home until after midnight. Why? What’s up?”

I groaned, “What? Well…shit, I thought we could all go out and party.” I pulled the bag of weed and a smaller bag of pills from my backpack.

“Oh shit,” he picked up the weed, “Did you get this from Eddy?”

“Yeah, he’s back in business,” I shrugged.

Bryce picked up the smaller bag. “What’s this?”

I grinned and waggled my eyebrows, “Viagra.”

He scoffed, “What do we need Viagra for? I’ve seen so much morning wood around here I’d swear we were running a gay bathhouse.”

“I’ve never tried it, have you?” I snatched the bag back.

“No, I don’t have trouble getting it up,” he chuckled.

“Neither do I, but I was thinking we’re all single at the same time for the first time in more than a year, so if we all went out and had a lot to drink…this would make sure we don’t get whiskey-dick. Especially Jas. You know how emotional and in his head he can get after a breakup. Even after he and Jasmine didn’t go the distance after…what three weeks? He was a wreck for about a month. This one lasted a while, even though she was awful,” I shrugged.

Bryce chuckled, “Oh man, I forgot about the Jas and Jas days. That was so annoying, and she was awful, too…hot, but awful.”

“Yeah, but the point is, this way we can get shit-faced and still perform, and perform well,” I felt the need to emphasize the quality of our sex.

“That’s kinda genius, actually. Well done, Trent. You get a gold star for the effort, but I think it’s just the two of us tonight.”

“Well…I’m still going out; I need to get laid. With or without those losers,” I joked. “Do you want to go with me?”

“Fuck yeah. I haven’t had sex in almost a month, my class load is insane right now,” he said.

“Go put some panties on, and we can go pregame,” I said.

He chuckled, “Go fucking shower, you stink, then we can go pregame,” he fired back.

I showered and we went out. Started at the pub just a few blocks from our apartment building, then we walked closer to campus and went to a bar I’ve had a lot of success at. We proceeded to get shitfaced, but neither of us had any prospects, and the options weren’t great to begin with, so we got a cab back to our place.

“Oh shit, you want to dive into that weed?” Bryce pointed at the drawer where we stashed it.

“Fuck yeah, bro, roll ‘em up!” I went to the fridge and got us each a beer, nearly tumbling over as the weight of the refrigerator door kept pulling it open. I’m a bit of a lightweight, at 6’ and weighing 140 pounds, and the guys always make fun of me for getting drunk after only a couple of drinks. Then I poke fun at them because I have abs. So does Bryce, but he works out all the time for them. Mine are what Bryce calls “skinny boy abs,” but I still eat whatever I want and don’t have to work out. Jas and Joe are thin, but kinda pudgy, though Joe has been working out with Bryce once a week, so he’s getting in shape, but you can’t count his abs yet.

We sat on the couch, and Bryce rolled us each a joint. He knows how to roll perfectly, so they are fat enough, but not wasteful, tight enough, but not too tight, and one full one is all you need to be toasted.

“Oh, man, remember… remember that girl you tapped a few months after we all moved in here….ummm, Gretta?” Bryce chuckled.

I laughed, “Bro, you know her name is Gracie, and of course I remember, that’s why we have the rule about bringing girls home.” I corrected myself, “Not bringing girls home.”

“Well, I know we all made fun of you for tapping a bigger girl, but…I tapped her too,” he giggled.

“No fucking way! After all the shit you gave me?” I shook my head, trying not to laugh at him.

He blew out some smoke, “Yeah, I ran into her about three months ago when you were all away visiting your families over the summer. She recognized me, but I was kinda drunk and didn’t recognize her until she reminded me that you two hooked up and that I met her with her tits out,” then he started miming fucking a girl, “and you were pounding her from behind.”

I laughed, “Ugh, so embarrassing.”

“Nah, fuck that dude, you were the only one of us getting some at the time, and it looked like you were putting up good numbers for our team,” he chuckled.

“So, what happened?” I asked.

“What?” He looked confused.

“With Gracie?” I smiled at his dumb ass.

“Oh, I bought her two drinks and then brought her back here and fucked her,” he shrugged.

“What? We’re tunnel buddies?” I almost shouted.

“Fuck yeah,” he offered a high five, which I slapped instinctively.

“Oh man! And you’re only telling me now?” I looked at him quizically.

“Yeah, well, I kinda, sorta, fucked her again about a month ago,” he shrugged. “And we did it on Joe’s bed,” he laughed.

“Nooooo! You know how anal he is about his personal space,” I shook my head at him.

He puffed out some smoke while laughing, “Yeah, that’s why I did it. He pissed me off earlier that day, so when I pulled out of her, I nut all over his pillow!”

My eyes went huge, “Bro, no, you didn’t!”

He nodded, “Fuck, not on purpose, but I had the pillow under her ass and wasn’t wearing a condom, so when I pulled out,” he gestured like he was jerking off his dick. I know for a fact he was incredibly over exaggerating the size, “I was already shooting as soon as my dick pulled free, and it was too late to aim it anywhere else, so his pillow got coated,” he laughed.

“Brooo, that’s so nasty!” I laughed.

He nodded, gasping for air, as he laughed so hard. “I tried to clean it up the best I could, but between her juices and my massive load, it was soaked through. So I wiped off what I could and then flipped the pillow over before he got home.”

“Joe didn’t notice?” I asked.

“Nah, that mother fucker came home shit faced, and passed out as soon as he got home.” Bryce shrugged and took a hit.

“I can’t believe he didn’t notice the stain. I mean, he only has navy blue pillow cases, your nut had to have left a stain.”

He grabbed his crotch, “Bro, it definitely left a big spot, but Joe drools in his sleep, so there’s always a stain. He probably just thought he drooled a lot while passed out drunk.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?” I asked, seemingly out of the blue.

“Fuck…between the weed and the dranks, probably an eleven,” he laughed. “What about you?”

“Bro, same!” I chuckled.

“Why?” He squinted at me.

“Well, I was thinking…maybe we should try the Viagra,” I shrugged.

He scrunched up his forehead, but his smile was giving both dimples, a trait I’ve come to realize is his tell. “What the fuck for?”

“Well, what if it doesn’t work. What if we pulled the hottest chicks tonight, and thought we could use it, but then…what if it doesn’t prevent whiskey-dick, and then we look like chumps. I don’t want that,” I told him.

He thought about it and nodded. “Yeah, fuck, I don’t want that. But we only have four, so…do you want to waste it on a jack-off session?”

I grinned, “Technically, we have four of them. Joe and Jas don’t know we have any, so we could each try one tonight, then if it works, just keep the others and not say a fucking word about the other two.”

He laughed, “Man, I don’t know. I don’t want to sit here bricked up with you. No offense, but that would be weird, right?”

I shrugged, “Dude, I’ve seen you bare ass naked with an erection, going to town on yourself, what difference does it make?”

“Hey, you were supposed to take that to your grave!” He shoved me.

“Bro, I’ve caught everyone jerking it in this apartment. I caught Joseph using a…personal massager while he was playing with himself,” I laughed and clapped my hands at the memory.

“Wait, like a Fleshlight?” Bryce asked.

My eyes got big, and I shook my head while sipping my beer, trying not to laugh.

“No! He has a dildo?” Bryce burst out laughing.

“It’s a vibrator, but yeah, he was buzzing away, legs spread, and had his headphones on as he was watching some kind of porn,” I laughed.

“Wow, do you think he’s bi or something?” Bryce asked.

I shrugged, “Nah, ass play doesn’t make you gay or even bi, I’ve played with my ass.”

“Yeah, but like a finger, I’ve used a finger, but never a dick shaped vibrating toy,” he chuckled.

I looked away and sipped my beer.

“What! You’ve used a vibrator?” He was gasping for air because he was laughing so hard.

“Bro, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, that’s all I’m saying,” I shrugged.

He continued laughing for a minute before catching his breath. “So…did you like it?”

I shrugged, struggling to hold back a smile, “It was…intense, but yeah, it felt good.”

“Huh,” his face went into a deep thought for a second, and then you could see him come back. “You know what, fuck it, let’s do it.” He hopped up from the couch and grabbed the small bag from the drawer where we had stashed the pills, bringing them over to the couch.

“For real?” I asked.

“Yeah, fuck it. You’re right, the point is to fight whiskey dick, and I would definitely have it right now if I tried to hook up, so it’s a perfect experiment.” He pulled two out of the bag and handed me one.

I smiled. “Alright, down the hatch,” I said, popping one into my mouth and washing it down with beer.

We stared at each other for half a minute, then burst out laughing. I don’t know what we were expecting, like instant boners?

“Oh, man, I forgot to tell you…” He started.

“Dude, don’t tell me you nut on my pillow too?” I cut him off, half joking.

He laughed, “Nah, well,” he pretended to think about it, “no,” he chuckled. “I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that the girl you like from my business of economics class…”

“Courtney?” I jumped in again.

“Yeah, she’s fucking pregnant,” his eyes got huge at the gossip.

“No fucking way?” I shoved him.

“Yes fucking way! Some dude knocked her up, and not only is she preggers, she’s already starting to show, so she’s been preggers since what… the end of last semester,” he grinned.

“No, so that little poindexter she was seeing, that dude got to fuck her raw?” I felt a pang of jealousy.

He chuckled, “At least for a few seconds…one time.”

I laughed, “Damn, that’s wild.”

He huffed, shaking his head, “Yeah, that’s why you gotta play safe…or do it in the butt.”

I laughed, “Wait, didn’t you just tell me you raw dogged Gretta?”

He grinned, “Gracie insisted she’s on the pill…but that’s also why I pulled out.” He adjusted himself in his shorts. We both looked at his tent pole, straining the fabric.

“Fuck, I think the pill kicked in,” I grinned at him.

“You too, dude!” He pointed at my shorts.

“Damn, I didn’t even realize,” I slid my hand into my shorts and gave myself a good squeeze.

“Me neither, but now I am like…damn, it’s almost painfully hard,” he chuckled.

“Right? Shit,” I squeezed my dick in my shorts again.

“Fuck, I gotta go take care of this,” he said, darting off the couch. His shorts were tenting so hard it was comical as he walked to his room and shut the door.

I shook my head, got up, went to my room, and closed the door. I quickly pulled my t-shirt off, shoved my shorts and boxers to the floor, and got on my bed. I felt the room spinning as I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything other than Bryce jerking off down the hall, so I just started stroking myself. It usually takes me five minutes to blow a load when I’m horny enough, but with the weed and booze making my head swirl, it took me almost ten minutes to nut, but I coated my abs with a load worthy of post-nut enjoyment.

I used the t-shirt I was wearing to clean myself up, and as soon as I tossed the shirt in the hamper, there was a knock on my door.

“Bro,” Bryce’s voice came booming through the hardwood door.

“Yeah?” I yelled back.

“Ummm…” he chuckled, “my dick won’t go down.”

I looked at my dick, and it was still rock hard. I laughed, “Maybe give it a minute?”

“I’m coming in,” he said, and opened the door.

I quickly grabbed my pillow and put it over my crotch. I was still naked since I wasn’t expecting him to walk in, and my cock was still leaking drops of cum…now into my pillowcase. He was only wearing gym shorts, and the diamond-hard dick was poking straight out, not hindered by the material at all; it stuck out at least seven inches. “Bro, what?” I laughed and gestured towards his boner.

“Dude, I don’t know, I jerked it real quick, but that didn’t do it, and I’m so hard it kinda hurts.” He gestured towards his dick. “Did you jerk off too?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged.

“And?” He looked concerned.

“And…even though I shot a load, I’m still hard enough to cut glass,” I laughed.

He looked a little relieved at that. “What do we do?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, rub out another one?”

“Dude, I shot a massive load from the first one. What makes you think a second load will do it?” He slipped his hand into his shorts and gripped himself.

“I don’t know. I kinda rushed mine. I was thinking maybe a more satisfying orgasm would, like,” I did a gesture with my hands like I was mixing ingredients, “get the horniness out of my system enough that my dick would have to calm down.”

“Bruh.” He looked at me like I had just said the dumbest thing.

“Bruh,” I fired back. “You have a better idea?”

“I don’t know, but jerking off isn’t going to cut it. I don’t want to rub myself raw,” he was still gripping his dick in his shorts.

I chuckled, “Well…what do you want to do? Do you want to blow me?” I joked.

He scoffed, “You should blow me. You made me take the pill!”

I laughed, “No way, dude.”

“Seriously, it hurts, dude. Come on, be a good friend and suck my dick,” his tone changed to be more serious.

“You’re joking?” I said, unconsciously slipping my hand below the pillow to squeeze my rock-hard dick.

“I’m dead serious, man. My dick actually hurts. I don’t think jerking it is going to do the trick, or it would’ve worked already.” He took a step closer to me.

“Bro, I love you, but…I’m not gay,” I scrunched up my face.

“Who the fuck said anything about being gay? I’m not gay, I’m in need, dude.” He sounded desperate.

“I don’t know, man, I don’t think I could do it,” I shook my head.

“Look, you suck me off, and I’ll suck you off,” he practically begged.

“You’re for real? You’re not fucking with me?” I asked.

“Does this look like a joke, bro?” He pushed the front of his shorts down, and his angry dick sprang free. It was a rock-solid seven inches, circumcised, and I can’t explain it, but it looked like it was painfully hard.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it; it was like it was looking at me. I’ve never seen a hard dick this up close before. I shook my head, “I don’t know, dude, I wouldn’t be any good even if I tried.”

“You don’t need to be good, just needs to feel better than my hand, hell, just open your mouth and let me fuck your face,” he half chuckled, grabbing his dick and giving it a few tugs.

“You’re serious?” I asked again.

“Dead serious,” he insisted, taking a step closer to me, now inches from my face.

I could smell his crotch, which smelled like him, but more concentrated. I don’t hate it. I’ve smelled some girls down there, and some smelled way less appealing, and I’ve performed successfully. I could…maybe, do this. “Look, I’ll try, because you’re my boy, but we gotta lay down some ground rules.”

He nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

“First, you can’t tell anyone we did this, like this goes to the grave,” I said. He nodded in agreement. “Second, you gotta suck me off too. I don’t want to hear any excuses after you get off, don’t be a little bitch,” I said. He chuckled, but nodded, still stroking his dick, and letting his shorts fall to the floor. “Lastly, and I am not fucking kidding, you better not bust in my mouth or I’ll rip your dick off.”

He chuckled, “Dude, scouts honor, I’ll bust all over your face, not in your mouth.”

I chuckled, “Bro, I don’t care, just not in my mouth. I don’t want to taste your cum.”

“Deal, and it goes both ways,” he insisted and took a half step closer to me, putting his dick a breath away from my lips.

I reached out and grabbed it. I’ve jerked off with friends before, so it’s not the first dick I’ve had in my hand, but it’s the first that was this big, and I forgot how weird it feels to have a hard dick in my hand that didn’t belong to me. I stroked him for a minute, then used my thumb to wipe the precum off his tip, and decided to just go for it before I chickened out. I put it in my mouth, his tip slid over my tongue, and it went to the back of my throat, making me gag instantly. My eyes watered, and I felt saliva pooling in my mouth as I pulled off and jerked him a few strokes. “Shit… ok,” I said between coughs under my breath. I hadn’t realized how hard it is to do this, so I gave it another try. This time I went slower. I still gagged, but it was more manageable.

He reached around, his hand grabbing the back of my head, running his fingers through my shaggy brown hair. He tried to push his cock into my throat, but that was too much; I gagged almost to the point of throwing up, and pulled off completely.

“Fuck, that’s harder than it looks,” I tried to laugh and wipe the tears from my eyes with the hand not stroking his dick.

“Dude, you do suck at this,” he joked.

“Fuck you, dude, you try it,” I said, leaning back on my bed, setting the pillow to the side, and spreading my legs so he could get a good look at my dick. I’m not as long as he is, barely six inches circumcised, but I’m noticeably thicker than he is, and my balls are a little bigger too.

“What? You didn’t finish,” he said, stroking his dick.

“Bro, your turn,” I stroked my dick.

He shook his head, but got on the bed between my legs and dove right onto my dick. He tried to get me into his throat right away, struggled like hell, but I think he wanted to make some kind of point by getting me deeper than I got him. The second he got my entire dick into his throat, he pulled off and stroked me. “Fuck, that is harder than it looks,” he laughed.

“Yeah, and you’re not the best mouth I’ve had on my dick either,” I chuckled, grabbing my dick from him and starting to stroke myself.

He laughed and started stroking his dick, “Well…fuck.”

“I know, it was a good idea though,” I shrugged, watching his hand fly up and down his cock.

He huffed, and his hand slid up my thigh. “Well…what if…what if we try something else?” 

I looked at him, unsure what he was getting at. “Like what?”

His hand kept sliding up my leg until it hit my crotch. “Well,” his thumb sank under my balls to rub my hole.

It felt really good for a second, until it clicked what he was suggesting. “Oh no,” I shook my head and smacked his hand away. “You’re out of your mind,” I laughed.

“Come on, dude, think about it, you said you like the vibrator while jerking off, right?” He brought his hand back to my thigh and slid back up to rub my grundle gently.

I squinted at him, feeling the alcohol and weed make it hard to focus on his dumb face. “Yeah?”

“And when you shot your load, was it more satisfying than a regular jerk sesh?” He asked.

I nodded; he had a point. “Yeah, but…that was a toy,” I laughed.

“So is this,” he pointed his dick at me.

I laughed, “Bro, no, you’re crazy.”

“No, seriously. I can be your dildo, to get you off, and you can be my…fleshlight, it’s win-win,” He said with a straight face.

I burst out laughing, “Brooooo! I’m not going to let you fuck me, I don’t care if your dick explodes from the Viagra.”

He huffed again, somewhat pouting, then he smeared the precum from the tip of his dick on his thumb and quickly put his thumb on my hole, smearing it around, which was gross, but felt really fucking good as I was stroking myself. 

“I think it’s genius, and then we’ll both be satisfied and not have to go to the hospital for taking Viagra…which…” he gave me a look that made me feel guilty for making him take it.

“Ahhh, fuck dude,” I shook my head, and started thinking about how good my orgasm was that one time I tried my ex-girlfriend's vibrator when she was out and I was high. “Fuck, ok, fuck,” I shook my head again. “You better make me cum, and I mean explosive orgasm. I better be so satisfied I don’t need to jerk off for a month,” I told him.

“Yeah, fuck yes,” He said, “Dude, I’m gonna make you cum so hard you might turn gay.” He joked.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I reached over the edge of the bed and pulled a pencil box from under it. I opened it up, handed him a condom, and uncapped a small bottle of lube. I pumped it into my hand and liberally applied it to the outside of my hole, then fingered some into my hole. He took the lube and coated his condom covered dick. I wiped the excess from my hand onto my cock and started stroking myself; my dick was already feeling raw from all the stroking. He spread my legs wider and shuffled his knees under my thighs, then pushed my legs up, grabbing my pillow and putting it under my ass, making me feel a bit less like a bro helping his bro get off, and more like I was his conquest of the week.

I closed my eyes and started furiously stroking my dick, hoping to get close enough to the edge that this would be over quickly. I felt his cock slide up and down my crack, over my hole, and back down. Then I felt his finger sliding in my crack, and then he pushed the finger into my hole. It didn’t feel as good as when I put my finger in, but it wasn’t terrible. He pulled his finger out after a minute, leaving me feeling empty until his cock head was right there against my pucker.

“Ready?” He asked, quietly.

I nodded, and he started pushing painfully against my hole. His cock was so hard it didn’t bend at all, and I don’t know if it was the combination of booze and weed, or maybe just my horniness, but his head popped into my hole easier than I was able to get into a girl the one time I tried anal. He didn’t stop at the head, though, sinking about two hard inches into my ass as soon as he breached my outer ring; the pain was unimaginable. “Oh…fuck!” I shouted, clamping my knees into his sides, feeling like I got the wind knocked out of me. Like a red-hot poker was just jammed into my ass, I groaned and put a hand on his pecks. “Fuck,” I hissed, “Wait, wait, fuck…ahhh.”

“What, what’s wrong?” He sounded worried.

“Fuck…you gotta go slow, bro, it’s not a pussy,” I groaned.

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude, I…I’ve never done anal before,” He admitted.

I huffed out some air, feeling my hole adjust to his girth. The feeling was better than the vibrator. It was spongy and warm, really warm. I don’t hate it. “Just…give me a second to adjust,” I groaned, gently teasing my dick to balance the pain with pleasure.

He nodded furiously, putting his hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently from knee to crotch. Slowly pushing my knees down like butterfly wings so he had room to push in some more when he got the go-ahead. The gentle stretching of my thighs felt good.

I took a few more deep breaths and felt that sting settle a little. “Ok, go slow,” I said, looking him in the eyes to make sure he understood.

He nodded, leaned forward on his hands over me, and slowly rocked his hips forward, sinking two more inches into me before it became too much and I had to have him hold there.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re dick is bigger than the vibrator,” I bit my lip.

He smiled, “Your ass is so tight, way better than Gracie’s pussy,” he chuckled, and I couldn’t help but laugh at that, relaxing me a little more. He felt me relax and pushed instinctively until he couldn’t get any deeper. He held there for a minute and then started to retreat and thrust back in. That first thrust was brutal to take, but the next couple of thrusts felt better and better. I started stroking my dick, as the discomfort began to give way to pleasure, and then I realized he was pegging my prostate, and that felt amazing.

“Mmm, fuck,” I spread my legs a little wider. My heels locking around his back.

“Does it feel good?” He whispered, hitting a steady rhythm.

“Really good,” I mumbled, jacking myself faster, clamping my ass in time with his thrusts to get more pressure on my prostate.

“Fuck, me too,” he said, shifting his weight and hitting even deeper with the next couple of thrusts.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s it right there,” I mumbled, stroking faster, feeling more pleasure with each thrust of Bryce’s cock inside me. I opened my eyes to see his blue eyes staring right back at me, pure lust in his face. He leaned in to kiss me, and I turned my head. “Ungh…bro, what are you doing?”

He kept up his thrusting, “I wanted to try something,” he huffed, then leaned down again, and this time I let him kiss me. His stubble was a weird and surprising feeling; he tasted like beer and weed, but there was an added scent that was uniquely Bryce, and I was enjoying it. He was a really good kisser, too. It was all so intense, I stroked faster.

He got a few deep thrusts in, and it pushed that button in me so hard I was at the point of no return and broke the kiss, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” I said.

“Yeah?” He said, grinning from ear to ear and thrusting harder into me.

“Yeah,” I said under my breath as I rubbed a few more strokes and he thrust into me. It felt so good, I tried to squeeze a few more of his thrusts, but then his dick hit deep inside me and pushed me over the edge. I felt my orgasm start in my guts, then my balls trembled and cum exploded out of my dick, one rope of cum after the next, coating my stomach. Each of his thrusts pumped another wad of cum out of my balls until I was quivering with pleasure and felt like my balls had been squeezed dry. I relaxed into the mattress, completely spent, dropping my shoulders and head back down.

He tried to continue pumping into me, but after about five more strokes, it started feeling like it did in the beginning, incredibly uncomfortable.

“Ahh…fuck, wait,” I said, pushing on his flexing abs.

“What’s wrong?” He looked down at me, coated in cum and a single shot of my load dripping down his abs as well.

I took a deep breath, “Fuck, it's…too much,” I groaned, still pushing on his abs, my big toes curling over my index toes from the intense pleasure and pain combination.

“What do you mean?” He asked, half of his cock flexing inside me.

“Dude, it felt so good…but now… it stings,” I strained. His horny brain wasn’t getting it, and a look of confusion was reading on his face. “I can’t take any more, it’s too much,” I said, tossing my head from side to side.

That sunk in, his head cocked to the side with disappointment, “Bro, what? You’re going to give me blue balls…after giving me the blue pill?”

That pang of discomfort turned into guilt real fast. “Fuck man, are you close?”

His head started to shake 'yes,' but then went to 'no' and back again. He nudged his dick in a little, “I mean, I’m not ready to cum yet, but I could be quick.” His eyes locked on mine, pleading for more of my ass.

“Dude, if you can come quick, do it, but…I can’t handle much more,” I warned him.

“Can I take the condom off? I’ll be real quick then,” he said.

I scrunched up my face at the idea of Bryce fucking me…raw. “Fuck it, yeah, just be quick, man.”

His eyes lit up, he pulled his cock out of me and the condom off at the same time, the latex fell onto the pillow just below my hole, slimy and wet against my ass cheeks as his precum-lubed cock pushed into my hole with a moan from him and a groan from me. “Oh fuck that feels so good, Trent,” he moaned.

I clenched my teeth, “Fuck, hurry up,” I told him, spreading my legs wider for him, my toes curling over each other, feeling him thrust deeper than before.

He dropped his body down onto mine, my cum squishing between us as he spread his legs and mine wider so he could get more leverage and deeper thrusts. Then he kissed me again. My first instinct was to break the kiss. I didn’t have any urge to kiss him now that I shot my load, but he is a good kisser, and his thrusting felt a little better, smoother now, and his tongue provided a great distraction from any of the discomfort as he thrust harder and deeper. He kept hunching up into me and moaning into my mouth, and I’d groan back. He’d break our kiss briefly only to mumble, “This feels so good,” over and over every couple of thrusts.

After about three more minutes, the pleasure wasn’t outweighing the sting anymore, and I broke the kiss, “Ungh, Bryce… are you close?”

“I’m so fucking close,” he huffed, “can I cum in you?” His lips brushed mine as he breathed the words into my mouth.

“Yeah, just hurry,” I mumbled.

He pumped deeper, deeper, and deeper, then moaned under his breath, “Mmmm, I’m gonna cum,” as he continued to thrust into me and hold me tighter. Two more deep thrusts, his dick getting thicker with each stroke, then another with a moan and his breath hitched, “Fuck, Trent, I’m cumming,” he whispered into my mouth and kissed me deep as he sank his dick into me and started coating my guts with his cum. I felt him throb inside me, as his tongue dug deep into my mouth, “Mmm….mmmm….mmmm,” he moaned with each little thrust as he shot wad after wad of hot nut into my guts. It felt so good, I moaned right back with him as I kissed him back. Then he relaxed and kissed me slowly as his dick stopped throbbing. “Shit, dude… that felt… so good,” he mumbled, and smiled, ending the kiss as he sat up straight.

He looked down at my naked, impaled body and pulled out a little too quickly. I felt some of his cum leak out as his dick popped out, and I groaned at the thought. “Shit, you did cum on my pillow,” I shook my head, having no energy to look.

He flashed me a grin, both dimples on display again, “Most of it’s inside you,” he chuckled. “But hey,” he grabbed my soft dick, “your erection went away.”

I nodded, exhausted, head still spinning, “Yeah, shit, you’re right. I guess satisfaction is the trick,” I chuckled.

“Oh, are you satisfied?” He asked, still playing with my cock like a boiled noodle.

“Well…it wasn’t terrible,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed now that the horniness was washing away.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” he said.

“Yeah, me too,” I said. Then saw the fear in his eyes, “Separately, I mean.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he chuckled awkwardly and got off my bed, then went straight into the bathroom and hopped in the shower before the water warmed up.

I got up and got a paper towel from the kitchen to clean as much cum off my body as possible. As I tossed the paper into the trash, I heard the water turn off, and Bryce came out wrapped in his towel. “All yours,” he said. I nodded and hustled into the shower.

When I came out of the shower about ten minutes later, his bedroom door was closed and the light under the door was off. That made me feel a little weird.

I went into my room. His shorts were gone, and he had changed my pillowcase with one of his clean ones. I pulled on some clean boxers and flicked off the light. The pillow smelled like Bryce, latex, and cum, but I was too tired to care and fell asleep, fully relaxed and fucked out.