Seamus Ch. 04

And, "I never thought about- frenching someone's arse before- and you did it- and you call me dirty- Fuck, it felt so good though. I hope you like this, 'cos I can stop if you don't." To which I moaned, "Don't stop, please don't stop."

When I started to grunt or shriek, he'd get more concerned, though I could still hear the lust thickening his vocal cords. "Are you okay? I don't want to hurt you, man. Just tell me to stop when the pain kicks in, okay?"

Somewhere along the line, Neill stopped stammering. His voice lost the wheezy quality it had taken on, and became smoother and deeper. It was like a purr. To be honest, it sent shock waves through my body. I got painfully hard, especially when he started to describe his view. "Your smooth, tiny, tight, little hole. I can't fucking believe how much this turns me on. Shite, god, Seamus, who would've thought that this stuff would feel so good. Your tight fuckhole shuts when I pull back. I have to prise it open every time my tongue tries to go back in... Wow, Seamus, I mean shit. Sometimes I think it won't, that it's too soft or not wet enough, and I press and then pop, I'm in. There's no in-between feeling. It feels so weird talking about this, like so dirty, but I'm just getting harder and harder."

Eventually, he just sounded horny as hell. "You're arse is so tight- tighter than any pussy I've ever fucked... I'm forcing my tongue up that shithole. I'm tongue-fucking your fucking dirty arsehole, man. And you love it, you dirty perv... I'm hard as a fucking rock just looking at your sweet, tight arse."

"So am I," I moaned into the pillow. I didn't think Neill heard me. His mouth was already kissing my musky bum, driving me wild, my heart beating hot blood to every bodily surface.

Neill's lips vibrated a little against my skin as he sucked my tender perineum. His tongue flicked over my balls. Then he stopped. "Okay, you can roll over now."

"What?" I whinged.

"Play-time's over. I don't want you hurting yourself." He climbed off me and stood beside the bed. His greased hands gripped my left hip and pulled it to him, compelling me to roll onto my back with a grunt of pain. The pillow was dragged from under my front and chucked to Neill's bed.

Neill had a wry, horny smirk on his face. "Okay, don't look so worried. I really only wanted access to this." He grabbed my throbbing, hard tool and pulled it level. The oil appeared again, this time copiously squirted all over my cock. He gave me a pretty vigorous rub, then pulled away.

A rustle of soaked fabric slipping to the floor. I rolled my head to the side. I had to take a couple of quick breaths at the sight of Neill awkwardly trying to grease and loosen his arse. My heart jolted into my mouth as heat shot over my body.

"Want a hand with that?" I gasped. As I spoke, more hot precum beaded in my slit, quickly trickling down my throbbing shaft, onto my balls.

Neill passed a hand across his forehead and brushed some hair from his eyes. His horniness seemed to have momentarily passed. I saw him draw a deep breath. "I think I'm good," he whispered. "I think so, anyway..." His voice thickened up as he watched me. "You look terrible. I shouldn't be doing this to you... I'm sorry. We can stop-"

"I'm all right," I murmured. "Besides, I'm the one who should apologise. I mean, it's you that's going to get-"

"Fucked?" Neill asked. He carefully climbed astride me. "Oh, no, that's the best bit. I want your fat cock all the way up my tight fuckhole. I want your hard tool forcing me open as I ride you hard and fast..." Okay, I was wrong; he was still horny as hell. "...Yeah, shit I do. Only, you have to promise me that you're not going to move about too much. Leave everything to me, okay?"

As he spoke, he ran his fingers over my glistening head, causing me to twitch and shake. Electricity jolted through my veiny cock. I got thicker, forcing his fingers further apart, as he rubbed me up and down. It was agonisingly good. I moaned and tried to hump my pelvis against him, but it really did hurt too much. "Promise?" Neill repeated.

"I promise," I gasped.

He crouched over my dick, using one hand to hold it steady. His other hand fluctuated between trying to support himself and guiding my sensitive tip to his greased hole. He closed his eyes. This time round, I could tell it wasn't the pain that made him do it; his mouth was open, the edges curled up like he was smiling. He was hyperventilating. As he pressed further down on my cock, his expression changed to one of pain, which he tried to hide by opening his teary eyes and smiling at me.

After a few seconds of being pressed against his tight, seemingly unbreachable opening, I felt his anus yield to my cock. The first inch or so was swallowed by his hot sheath quite easily. His muscular action then kicked in, burning, spasming and protesting my fat cock's intrusion. Despite knowing that forcing Neill apart hurt him like hell, I couldn't help but find it arousing. From the look that flashed across his face, I think he did too.

Neill rocked onto his knees and set about easing himself down my shaft. He moved up and down as more and more of my ample cock shafted his tiny hole. Very quickly, my (nearly) 8 inches filled him completely. He sat on my pelvis, partially encasing my ballsac in the crevasse created by the parting of his sweaty man-cheeks. His slightly tight balls nestled above my groin, tickling me with their blonde hairs. I was so fucking horny, I couldn't wait for this to begin.

I felt his abdomen spasm in pain, but he kept smiling. "This is so fucking good... Your thick meat stretching my arsehole open- Shite-" His hips made micro-movements that my trapped, sensitive glans picked up with a tremor of pleasure. I felt him slowly relax as he tilted his pelvis, rotating his wet, velvety insides so that my cock rubbed his prostate.

"Mmmm..." escaped his mouth. To make sure I understood, he ran his pink, pointed tongue over his lips. I responded with my own steamy groan, stroking his arse.

I was mesmerised by his cock. It curved up, obscenely long against his chiselled chest, like one of those ancient fertility statues. The head glowed red with trapped blood. It seemed to pulse and grow as I watched precum trickle slowly from its slit. My mouth salivated at the thought of taking his sensitive organ to my mouth, brushing it with my soft, parted lips, before licking and plugging the entire length into my narrow throat. I was half-dazed by the idea as I lay there, sucking my bottom lip and jacking his horny cock with my eyes. He had repeated himself twice before I heard him, which made him even more concerned.

"Is this okay?" he asked. "I'm not hurting you am I?"

I reached across and slowly stroked his warm, dribbling cock, thumbing his head and piss-slit. "What do you think?" A smile crept over both our faces. When Neill laughed, I felt his mirth vibrate around my encased prick.

"This is so fucking gay," he whispered, but didn't say anything more. He rose almost completely off my cock then pressed down to sheath me fully in his sizzling rectum. He did this a few more times and gradually built up a rhythm; expanding his channel on the up thrust, contracting on the bottom thrust. He leant forward on his elbows and really went for it. My body convulsed with the thrill of being completely jacked off by this hot, tight, wet sheath, so much better than a fist, a mouth or a pussy.

I didn't have to do a thing at all, which made me feel a bit lazy. I really wanted to share the experience with Neill. I'm not one of those people that can just lie back and let the other person take charge. I really wanted to be able to kiss him and pound him, stroke his cock and back, maybe bend up and lick his nipples, but I couldn't. I guess I thought that he was getting a bit of a raw deal, but I only had to look at him to see that this wasn't really the case.

Neill's head was slightly tilted, his mouth parted. With every down thrust, he panted and his lips jerked like he was smiling. His eyes widened a little more and seemed to light up even bluer. Sweat ran down his entire body, glistening like beads on the hairs and muscles of his torso. His hair was slightly damp and clung a bit about his face. From every place a hair contacted skin, a snail-trail of hot sweat ran. His long cock bounced off his abdomen, above his navel, leaving a thread of precum that joined the two hard muscles together. The grunts of "Uh, Uh- Shite- Argh- Oh, man-!" got more adventurous and louder, as he called out my name and how good it felt.

After some good, long minutes, I began to realise that we were both teetering on the edge. Neill leaned further against me so that his hot cock rubbed over my chest with every violent thrust. His mouth aggressively explored mine, tongue splitting my lips. Those sticky hands found my wrists and held them down, either side of my head, not that they could go far. His arsehole began to twitch and then spasm, squeezing and releasing my cock in a frenzied wave. He slammed up and down my pole a couple more times, burning me in rings of fiery friction. I saw stars, honest to God I did, and I wasn't the one coming.

The burning prong pressing into my chest started to jerk and shoot white-hot cum onto my flinching chest, neck and face. Neill wasn't immune. When he finally stopped shooting, there was a big gob of tangy cum dribbling down his jaw, which I quickly scooped away with my tongue. As I did this, my own throbbing prick burst. I shouted in pain as my abdomen tremored. Pressurised cum shot into the depths of his hot bowels. Another load of man-cream splashed back against my cockhead, churning as the next scorching blast propelled through. Neill began to moan and ram himself hard on me, forcing my cock to spurt once more.

My body couldn't help but convulse, firing needle-points of pain seemingly from every muscle of my body to my brain. My heart was pounding so hard that my blood vessels vibrated with fire. My skin shivered, hot and cold. Everything went white and hazy for a few seconds; pain, pleasure, I don't know. Neill's hole started to clench and palpitate; his cock jerked against my chest. His abdominal muscles strained hard as he came for a second time.

"Fuck, Seamus. Shit, Fuck," I heard him groan. "Argh- Oh, shit-" He slammed his arse down, forcing my cock to penetrate his convulsing rectum far further than it had before. A primal shriek shot from his mouth as he stabbed his arse again and again. Cum literally blew from his jerking penis. This sent my shaking, empty cock off again. I painfully came, clasping Neill's sweaty body to mine, so that his slick hair and contracting muscles caressed my chest. I sucked and bit his neck savagely, drawing more deep-bellied grunts from his throat.

As my body throbbed in pain, Neill forced my wrists above my head. His hands were slippery with sweat but his fingers felt like steel. My knuckles grazed the wall with every thrust he made. He bit my lips and tongue as he took complete control, slowly moving up and down, squeezing and pressuring me to cum again. I screamed, I couldn't do it, there was nothing left.

Still he thrust on and on, faster then slower, sucking me into his arse and forcing me out again. It really did feel amazing; don't get me wrong, it definitely hurt, probably due to my injuries more than anything else, but honestly I'd never felt so aroused or cum as much as that before. We both forced out more and more cream, swearing, sweating, biting and fighting.

Our orgasms drew away slowly, giving no definite stopping point, just a series of smaller and smaller tremors, his arse, my cock.

"Holy shit, Neill," I whispered as he climbed from me. My hot cum dribbled from his raw hole as he wiped himself off and searched for some fresh clothing. "That was so- So fucking good."

For a minute or so, he didn't reply. When he did, it was if nothing had happened over the last half hour or so. "You okay? You look like shit... How would you like Macca's for breakfast?" he asked. (McDonald's, for the unenlightened).

*

Walking with over half a dozen bruised boot-prints to your body, wrenched muscles and a very sore head is not so fun. It doesn't help if you've just blown all your energy on an amazing shag. Neill actually had to support me before we even got off our floor. He was definitely copping a feel of my arse, which had me in stitches of pain and laughter. I was about to give a pinch to one his muscular buns, when a voice behind us spoke.

"Hey guys- You okay Seamus?" When Neill turned us around, I saw Nathan standing in the hallway behind us. It wasn't his floor; he lived in the Somers wing, which was far more prestigious. It was odd that he was on ours so early. "God, you look like crap. How the hell did you avoid getting a couple of shiners to go with the eyebrow stitches?"

"I'm okay, dude," I said, slowly. Neill had hurriedly pushed me away by that point.

Nathan is a handsome guy (I never thought of him 'like that', it is just an observation.) At that time, his black hair was shorter than mine, probably an two inches all over, with red-brown streaks. It was unstyled and spiky; I'd seen him get up after a hard night and just mess it with his hands to remove any flat patches. To emphasise his tousled look, Nate only shaved once a week. He played his roguish appearance to his advantage; many a girl had fallen for the 'bad boy turned good' ruse. Actually, he was far from bad. This is a guy who cries in movies then pretends he's got popcorn debris in his eyes when the lights turn on; that melts a few hearts too, but since he does it when he comes out with us guys, I'm pretty sure its for real. Who else cried at the end of Kill Bill Vol. 2?

His eyes are big and dark, with the long lashes and heavy eyebrows that girls seem to like. His skin is milky pale, darker around his eyes. He doesn't freckle, despite being one of those guys who spends summer constantly peeling if he doesn't use sunscreen. He has a roman nose and lips that appear quite wide, rather than full. Everyone assumes that he is Italian or something romantic and European, but I don't think he would be able to find Italy on a map. His family are meat-and-three-vege and fish-n-chip people, nothing exotic. Down to earth, nice people, not that Europeans aren't nice. I think I'm digging a hole here.

"Whatcha doing down here so early, Nate?" Neill teased. "Who'd you score?" That's the general assumption we had if we found a guy who didn't belong on our floor the following morning. If the guy looked smashed, we'd presume he'd just crashed in someone's room.

Nathan shuffled his feet a bit, looking at me. He seemed so damn uncomfortable that he can't have noticed anything different about the way we were behaving. "No-one- I just- tired- night-"

I smiled a little. "Oh come on, you can tell us."

"Well- I- um- Jill and me... Shit, I hope you don't mind." Too late now, anyway.

I lied before when I said the me and Jill were just sleeping together as an extension of our friendship. It was serious, else I wouldn't have told Dad about her. What Nate said had me feeling quite fucked off. It shouldn't have, seeing as I had moved on. I suppose I thought that Jill might wait longer. A bit of a double-standard, I know. I guess it's 'cos I adore Jill; I don't exactly love her yet really I do. It sounds strange, but that's how it is. I still act like her Dad sometimes and rip into anyone she brings over. It would just break my heart to see some guy mess her up, especially a guy I knew, like Nathan.

It didn't work between me and Jill, up too close and personal, it just didn't. We were at the point of hating each other if we didn't stop and back-off. There was the thing I had for Neill, complicating it all, and Neill and her- Well, it didn't work. Still didn't stop me feeling like I had to scare off any guys that came sniffing around her, as if she were still mine.

"Course not," I grunched. "How long's this been going on?" You bastard.

"Um- Arr- Last night- Since then." Fuck you, Nate. Go to hell.

"Hey, we're going to McDonald's for breakfast, want to come?" Neill asked. I could have kicked him.

"Yeah, that'd be great. We're cool, right Seam?" Arsehole. One of the reasons why I don't like my name, sometimes? People who shorten it to 'Seam'='Shame'.

"Of course," I said. What the hell was up with Jill? I was feeling hellishly possessive. Of all the guys she could have chosen, why Nate? And why last night? Jill didn't just sleep with guys at the drop of the hat.

"God, you look like shit," Nathan repeated. "You took off so fast- otherwise I would have taken you to get checked out by a doctor. As it was, coach had to sort out Liam. Good job on that, by the way. He sure had that coming and one of us had to do it."

"Just had to be me, did it?" I asked, glumly. We had started up the stairs on the way out of the wing to join the parking building. I was having trouble walking, but Neill wasn't helping, which pissed me off a little more. Fuck Liam. Fuck you too, Neill.

"I'm sorry mate. Once you left, me and Weaver," our captain, "did try and gang up on Prentice," our Coach. "He's gonna leave contacting the disciplinary staff, if you guys can sort it out off field. I know that sucks, but disciplinary is far worse. This way, you guys are still going to be playing in the finals. I wish Liam would get kicked off, but Coach'll hear nothing of it. I'm really sorry about everything. You just shouldn't have gone him like that, with all the team arriving for practise-"

I wheeled on Nate. He's a nice guy, he was just pissing me off that day, first with Jill and then with assuming that it was my fault that the fight happened. "You really think it was me that started it? It was that fucker, you understand, not me, okay? So just shut-up about it." Be glad I don't bash your face in to go with it.

As I spoke, I heard Neill swear. He was ahead of us on the second floor of the parking garage, jangling the keys to my car. He was looking for where I'd parked it. We'd already agreed that I probably shouldn't drive. "Seamus, you'd better come look at this."

Someone had backed into my car, side on, even though it wasn't jutting out of the park. The left tail-light was broken, the bumper dented, and the rear side-panel crumpled a bit like a dented beer can. More than one point of impact. An unlikely accident. If it was, whoever had done it hadn't left any note. I still wonder whether I was paranoid to assume Liam was involved. I wanted to go find him and rip his head off, but somehow I was persuaded to have some shitty McDonald's breakfast instead. Probably because I really had no energy to protest what Neill and Nate were saying.