People Can Only Label Themselves

We were on the couch, both buzzed but now drinking to drown our sorrows. I figured that I might as well make light of the situation and make fun of myself in the process. Rich was really down. I said, 'fuck it, let's drop Viagra and watch gay porn!'

Rich said something like, 'dude, now I know you're drunk and you're just trying to make me feel better...'

'Well then let's get hard to some gay sex and feel better,' I said without thinking it through. And before I realised the possible consequences of what I was saying, there were two of the pills in my hand and I was washing them down with warm beer.

The porn was a blur for the next hour. I was too involved in it, but I was also trying to pay attention to Rich, who was getting back to his usual tricks.

'I could get fucked like this for hours,' I remember him saying as one of his favourite stars, a hunky little bastard, was laid flat on his back with his ankles over the other guy's shoulders as he took an absurdly large dick all the way deep. And then my dick got hard, and it rose and rose.

'So are you enjoying this stuff now?'

The question caught me off guard, but I was too slow to respond to even feel awkward.

'Honestly, if it isn't the Viagra, I must be,' I admitted and carried on watching.

2am came shortly after and I wasn't even feeling the lag. I was wired and horny. Rich didn't even need to be that. He was some forever horned-up automaton that needed no sleep. Beer was his life blood.

'The only thing I resent about most of these films, no matter how good they are,' he said, 'most of them fuck bareback but they never come inside.'

'Uh-huh?' I went along, waiting for him to tell me why.

'It doesn't matter what your preference is. Every guy loves to come deep inside. Good thing I can't get pregnant...'

'I bet you'll still try, the next lucky guy you offer it up to,' I said, again without thinking. That sounded like a come-on. I was drunk and sporting a throbbing hard-on. I was thinking about what it would feel like.

'Hey PF,' he said to grab my attention. I turned to him, buzzing and red-eyed with a hopeless grin on my face. 'Dude, you're a great roomie and a great friend, and you're gonna be a great catch for the right girl, but I gotta throw this out there at least once...'

'Yeah?'

'I'm gonna go freshen up a little more and I'm gonna fuck myself to sleep, and you know this, so don't even lie.' Hysterics commenced, but they weren't to last long. Rich concluded, plain and simple; 'But you're as frustrated as I am, and that dick isn't gonna go down before dawn. I'm just sayin' that if you wanna try it with me, it wouldn't be weird. No funny stuff. Do you wanna try some ass?'

What's the wrong answer when your dick is getting even harder and you're terrified at the same time? My mouth went bone dry. I tried to lubricate myself with a slug of beer but it had the opposite effect. I could barely breathe, but the pictures in my head at that point.

'You've been working up to this, haven't you?' I said. Somehow, for whatever reason, I grinned like an idiot. It wasn't even that I thought he was pranking me. God help me if he was, but then he wasn't.

'I'm not trying to seduce you, man. I don't want to scare you off or offend you.'

'I'm not offended,' I was quick to say, slugging back more beer. 'I just don't know what to think. I wasn't prepared for that kind of question.'

'Well,' Rich said, getting off the couch, 'if you don't want to, then don't, but if you wanna at least see what it fits like, knock on my door when I'm done in the bathroom!'

Fuck...

What was I going to do?

8

It was 2:30 by the time the bathroom was free. I needed to piss bad and I could barely get it down enough so not to jet-spray the back of the toilet. Then I went to Rich's room, buck naked by the way, and knocked on his door. Rich opened the door, and then his eyes nearly dropped out of his head. So did mine.

He was naked to. I was surprised at how nice I thought his body was. I always appreciated his fitness because it motivated mine in kind, but fully-naked he was porn star material. As I thought that over his eyes were transfixed on my throbbing hard-on jutting out in front of me at a 45 degree angle.

'Are you sure you're okay with this?' he asked considerately. 'Any time you want to back out, it'll gut me but I'll understand.'

'Colour me intrigued,' I said. 'Plus this is your fault. And yeah I'm okay with it. You just tell me what to do...'

'I just have one favour to ask, though technically it'd be me doing you a favour,' Rich said. 'I'll be handling the equipment here and there, so to speak, and you'll be handling me to some extent. Can I suck on it?'

I nodded. Now he was leading me to the bed and making me lie down on my back. I savoured the chill of his cool bedcovers, hands behind my head as my cock proudly strained toward the ceiling. I was normally about seven and a half inches average. The effects of the Viagra had caused a visible difference, I noticed.

At that point I was still very nervous and concentrating on myself, rather than Rich. When he carefully crawled onto the bed, up between my thighs and then lowered his mouth over me, I didn't know what to do.

I braced myself, went with the rush, and accepted his touch as one hand wrapped around the base of my stiff pole as his mouth began to gently work me. His tongue already drove me crazy. My butt literally puckered. I could have disappeared up my own ass at that point.

And Rich was careful not to look at me in those first moments. Because of that I dared to look him in the face as he lathered me in his saliva, his eyes closed, his lips wrapped around the head and then gently sliding down.

When he did open his eyes to look at me, I couldn't help but nod my appreciation. He threw me a wink and went back to work, slowly devouring me before running his tongue coolly up and down the entirety of my length.

'Not to make you uncomfortable,' he whispered, 'but this is my dream cock, you magnificent bastard!'

I appreciate the compliment. 'You smooth fucker,' I offered back.

'Wait until you're balls deep in me,' he said and continued to carefully suck my cock into a state of blissful agony. There was no way I'd come too soon. Even if I did it wouldn't have been a problem, considering the medication, but my nerves just wouldn't let me. 'Can you wait?' he asked.

'Not for long,' I admitted.

'Good,' he said and retrieved a bottle of lubrication from the bedside night stand. 'Do you need a condom?'

'I'm clean,' I told him now handling myself using his spit as my own lubrication.

'Me too,' he relayed, 'do you want to bareback me?'

'Hell yeah,' I accepted eagerly.

'You won't be disappointed,' Rich grinned as he began to liberally apply the gel lube to the tip of my cock. What followed was the most erotic slow hand job I'd had the pleasure of receiving. He added more and then used his slick hand to moisten himself, rolling onto his knees beside me with his ass in the air.

'Help me loosen up a little more,' he said. 'Reaching around isn't the most ideal for me. I like a finger or two to get used to who I'm with.'

My slippery dick hard, veiny, and bobbing in his direction, I was now behind him and asking him what to do. There in front of me, his admittedly cute little hole puckered at me. He laughed and asked if I liked that. The son of a bitch had blown me a kiss with his asshole. 'Take some lube and slip a finger in slow,' he said, so I did as I was told, both trembling and horned up to fuck; as uncertain as I was.

I had one finger slid in to the knuckle and was curling down to stroke his prostate as ordered. Then I slowly began finger fucking him, surprised at the silkiness inside. He wasn't lying either, when he said that his ass smelled of roses. Soon I added another finger and was experimenting with him, amazed at the ease with which he invited me in.

Now he was breathing harder and appreciating how quickly I was learning. Before long he was masturbating himself as I milked his prostate. 'I'm ready for you if you're ready for me, babe,' he teased. My heart throbbed and threatened to drop stone cold dead for a moment. Yeah, I was already in way too deep to even dare deny myself the experience.

'I like to take it from behind first,' Rich said, wiggling his smooth ass at me. 'Not everybody does. It depends. But I find it easier to accommodate and to relax around a guy's cock before I really warm up.'

'I can't fucking believe you've got me doing this,' I said hopelessly as I first pressed the tip of my cock up against his puckering hole. He flinched against me and gasped. 'Just let me try to resist you for a minute. It helps me to ease up more. And I haven't got you doing this. You're doing this and I'm doing it with you.'

I pushed. I met resistance. I thought of how I liked to tease pussy. Just the tip, and then to tickle her labia. I tried to apply the same practice and rubbed my lubed cock around his tightening sphincter, which got me a groan of approval.

'Keep doing that and I'll swallow that gorgeous cock in one,' he threatened. It sounded more like a dare. I dared, therefore, to make a routine of pushing and then circling around. I wasn't prepared for when his ass suddenly opened up and received my glans. Just to see my hard cock an inch inside another man's ass was surreal; the sensation unreal.

'Oh man that's tight,' I remarked bewilderedly, and then he eased back against me, swallowing another inch and then another until I was a third the way in. Rich shivered and hissed through his teeth, but then assured me he was fine. It always stung a little the first time as he stretched around a cock as thick as mine.

'Balls deep in thirty seconds, see it and believe it,' he groaned as he eased off and then back on again, swallowing another inch. 'How does that feel?'

I surprised him by resting my hands carefully on his butt and daring a petting stroke. 'That's just wow,' I said stupidly. He agreed, commenting how I had already filled him up to capacity. Nonetheless he was adamant that he would take me, and in another half a minute he did.

I was eight inches in my roommate's burning ass, feeling him grip me like a vice, with my balls hanging against his, and it felt guiltily good.

'Hey quick question,' Rich asked.

'Oh, while we're at it,' I accepted.

He sniggered to himself then and asked, 'what would you do right now if I died on your cock and you got stuck inside me?'

9

Sometime later we were face to face with his ankles resting on my shoulders. I was the one hissing now with every plunge inward. Somebody once called these vinegar strokes, because every stroke was a stinging effort not to come.

My boner had no intention of subsiding and all the while Rich felt the need to keep the humour as inappropriate as possible. He was riding me "Reverse Cowgirl" after he'd gotten used to me. I was holding onto the bedcovers for dear life, gritting my teeth through the intensity. He was like a wild animal in control. I wasn't ever going to be ready for that.

He noticed and apologised then suggested, 'hey, do you wanna try something a little gayer?'

'What could be gayer than this?' I begged to know.

'Dude, do you even know me?'

So now I was transfixed by the sight of my hard cock slurping in and out of his deep ass and he was asking me how I liked it so far. When I looked into his eyes I couldn't help but become trapped in his hungry happy gaze.

Sweat was glistening on his forehead. His eyes were lucid and grateful. Gripping my forearms in his hands he moaned and gasped under his breath as his ass gulped and swallowed me whole with every smooth slippery stroke.

I had to agree, this was much gayer. But it was good. So long as I didn't come, and so long as my erection stayed rock solid, I was going to keep filling him up and making him beg for more.

'I forgot,' he suddenly piped up again, and begged me to stop halfway in. His mouth opened to say something, or maybe even to moan out, but he remained silent. All of a sudden I felt his insides grip me powerfully. 'Now slowly try to pull out...'

I tried. There was a little give, but holy shit he was sucking me in. That was all I could take. I urgently warned him that I was about to come. 'Oh yeah,' he grinned. It sounded almost like he was congratulating me. 'Do it, man, get in nice and deep,' he encouraged me as I started to frantically jerk and tremble. I lost the feeling in my knees and began to buckle.

'Oh yeah that's beautiful,' he moaned, feeling me expand inside him. With a few final wet slurps and squelches as I rutted into him to breed, both our eyes widened as they met. I lost all self-control and exploded into Rich, filling him with so much hot white seed that the intensity of my own heat seemed to burn me.

'Are you alive?' he asked timidly some five breathless minutes later. I had popped wetly out of his ass and still continued to throb, rock solid and pulsating. He was lying next to me, gazing at the ceiling, wasted.

'I don't know,' I replied. 'For the record though, that was some good ass.'

'Thanks,' Rich winced. 'I think you broke it!'