Crimson Afterglow

It had become hard to imagine a better sexual moment than the one I had just spent fucking my best friend Mike’s ass in the front seat of my truck. Over the next few days I craved it! I wanted to be right back there again pounding that tight ass, hearing his moans, seeing my cum shoot out across his back and drip down his ass. I found myself beating off more than just the normal time of doing it at night. He was constantly on my mind. I was stroking myself, thinking of him in public bathrooms, on the couch at random times, and even when taking my own nightly rides in the hills alone. I even recall jacking off in our saddle shed at the farm, just imagining having him laid out on his back on the workbench as I slid my hard cock in and out of his ass. Would I get another chance in real life? Honestly, even with that craving I just wanted him in any way I could get it…a blow job, a hand job, it didn’t matter, I loved it all.
One afternoon we found ourselves fishing a little stream just outside of town, but in an area where I seldom saw anyway. Fuck, he was so hot that day, his shirt off enjoying the sun, his tan, sweaty chest glistening in the sun. I wanted him then and there, but typical me not wanting to push things and make it weird I said nothing. After all, was he thinking the same thing? Did he worry about getting caught in the daylight like I also dreaded?

Once back in the truck and bouncing down the road home, the talk quickly turned back to our favorite girls. It was turning into a fairly dirty conversation that had me hard within seconds. I must have been really caught up in the moment, because I blurted out, “fuck man, thinking of her like that makes me so horny. I’m so hard right now”. Without skipping a beat Mike replied, “yeah, me too. Maybe we should find a place to stroke it?” I felt a tingle go through me and my breathing quicken with excitement. “Yeah, for sure. Let’s find a spot”. With that, we were driving every side road we could find that led to more faint trails back into the thick trees, until we finally arrived at a spot that we felt very certain nobody would venture into. I was no sooner parked that Mike had his shirt off, window rolled down, and was pulling out that gorgeous cock and starting to stoke it back to life. Seeing this, I had no need to work mine to get it standing to attention. The sight of that perfect hard body with his cock in his hand was all I needed. Like I said, it was so hot that day! We were just barely into jacking off when I suggested that we go back into the truck bed where it would be cooler outside, noting that I kept a blanket behind the seat of the truck that we could lay out on. Mike didn’t hesitate, which I thought he would, being in the daylight and all. As we laid the blanket out in the truck bed neither of us wasted time stripping down the rest of the way. Before we even laid down Mike asked the question I was so anxious for, “Do you want to suck it a little”? I nodded in approval, and with that Mike moved in and eagerly went down on my throbbing, aching cock. I couldn’t believe how he took me into his mouth! Usually he started slow, but today I could totally see him craving it, needing it! I was in pure ecstasy. I could always see decently when we had done it before, but this was the first time in full light, and it brought a whole new level of thrill to it. I loved all I could see, and there was no way I could keep my hands off of that body now. I ran my hands over his body and squeezed in a way I never had before as he sucked me. As I worked down to his hips, and while reaching under to massage his balls, I found him turning his legs and ass towards me, trying to give me better access to them. While I worked his beautiful balls and rubbed that rock hard cock, I moved my other hand down his back and to his ass. There was no hesitating this time, I squeezed and rubbed that ass, bringing on his moans again as I did so. I worked my hands towards that how crack again, but not slowly this time as I moved my fingers in and squeezed. I felt him pick up his pace, and that ass slid towards me even more in approval. With that, I worked my finger over that hot asshole again, Mike moaning in approval.

I could have groped that ass all day while he sucked me. But I also wanted that cock in my mouth. I was just getting ready to move into a 69 with him where I could also work his ass over with my hands when he broke from me, looking at me while he stroked me softly. “Do you want to put it in my ass?” I honestly didn’t think this was going to go there, especially during the day. “Yeah, ok” I replied. Mike moved to his knees. I thought my view was spectacular in the night’s light of the radio, I could barely hold it in as I looked at that ass spread out in front of me in the daylight. I eagerly moved up behind him. As I neared entering that hot love tunnel, Mike whispered “wait”. Like last time I watched him spit on his hand and apply it to the tip of my raging hard on. “OK” he said, and with that I eased into my lover’s hot awaiting ass. Little by little I entered him, it went in much easier this time. I was surprised that it took little work this time, and with Mike’s moan and a push back into me I knew he was good, and I began to fuck him, watching my cock slide in between those amazing ass cheeks, all the way to the base and back up. Mike moaned louder as I fucked him faster now. As an airplane flew over, for a second I had the thought of “what if we get caught”? I found that it excited me, and without hesitation I went to fucking my best friend faster and deeper, loving the sound of my balls slapping against his ass. I reached around and began to stroke Mike as I fucked him. Within seconds Mike was asking me not to stop, “Oh, I’m gonna cum”. I slowed up on pounding his ass to focus on taking care of him, wanting to see that cum shoot from him. Within seconds, Mike was forcing himself back onto my cock he shot his hot load out onto my blanket. He had arched back, his back against my chest as I stroked him, by cock buried for all it could go into that perfect ass. As he began to come down from his own orgasm, I felt mine building. With a couple more thrusts into him I announced also that I was cumming. I pulled out from that now sweat covered ass and pumped my own load out onto the blanket. We lay there for a couple of minutes, and without much else being said cleaned ourselves up and headed back to town.

Our next couple of times together, anal sex was not brought up, but that’s not to say that we didn’t have our fun and push our experimentation further. One night, we found ourselves parked and I was not far at all into sucking Mike’s cock when something strange happened. It was a taste in my mouth…it tasted like cum. I had tried his cum before, licking it off of his hand when he wasn’t looking. I could taste it, but I couldn’t really say for sure that I could feel it. But right after the taste came on (which I was enjoying immensely), Mike pulled away from me and said that we needed to go. I tried to urge him back into it, but he was adamant about leaving. Did I do something wrong? Was he suddenly ashamed of what we were doing? Or had he cum in my mouth and was embarrassed to say anything?

That night weighed on my mind for some time. Days went by with seeing Mike during the day, but without the opportunity to hang out at night. Meanwhile, I was consumed by the thought of his cum! Was that his cum I had tasted? Every time I beat off I imagined swallowing his hot load. When I looked at gay porn I became infatuated with cum shots, mainly facials.

Well, a few days later and I found myself parked with him in the night again, hearing those sweet words “do you want to suck it”? Again this night, once our clothes were stripped down Mike started on me. We usually went back and forth, taking turns after a few minutes. Mike spent a little more time on me this night, and after being worked up for days about him I was really fighting holding back myself from cumming as he worked me. Something else that was new, he was moaning as he sucked on me. I had no idea that moaning could add a whole new feeling to a blow job. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him again as he sucked me. My hands wandered his body, but it was his cock I craved tonight. My hands were all over his cock, stroking, rubbing, cupping his balls, playing with the tip. As Mike broke from me and laid back in his seat for his turn I couldn’t help but look over that perfect body that I loved so much. I moved down, kissing his legs, my hands on his hips as I worked up. Reaching his cock, I kissed over it, licking up the shaft as I looked up at him, his head rolled back, eyes closed. As my lick ended on the tip I kept moving upwards, kissing that flat stomach, my hands squeezing his hips and working back around to his ass. I worked up to his nipples, kissing and flicking them with my tongue. As I did so, my cock which had been pressed against his leg the whole way up was now rubbing against his own throbbing cock. I held that position, kissing his chest as I pressed into him, rubbing my cock into his, humping against him, loving the feel of all of that skin against my own. As good as this was, I wanted that cock in my mouth. I kissed back down and without further play took that warm head in, moaning as I did so. I can remember the shiver that went through me as Mike ran his hands over my shoulders and down my sides as I began to slide my mouth down that smooth, long shaft. I began to quicken my pace, doing all I could to feel every inch of that perfect dick in my mouth as I worked up and down him. I worked my tongue around the head as much as I could with every stroke. I could feel his breath quicken and deepen, and the movements of his ass on the seat told me he was close. Taking his cum in my mouth had up to now been only a fantasy, and honestly I wasn’t very sure I wanted to do it in real life. Would I gag? Should I spit it out? Feeling his body squirm, hearing his moans, feeling his already hard cock firm up even more took my mind to a whole new point. I didn’t care. I was going to suck my best friend, my lover until he cums. I think Mike was waiting for me to pull back and give me his turn to go, I could tell he was trying to fight it. But I had a goal. I moved my hand to the base of his cock and squeezing it, began to jerk him in harmony with working my mouth over him.

As soon as began to do this, I felt his ass clench up as he nervously announced “I’m gonna cum”. He moved his hand down to take over, but I had no intention to hand off. He said it again, this time with more of a concern to his voice, like he was concerned about me, “I’m going to cum”. With my forearm, I tapped his hand away as I continued working him, and with that Mike lay back against the seat, looking down at me with surprise in his eyes as he shot string after string of cum out into my mouth. There it was, that taste from the other night that I craved so much! As my mouth filled with his hot load, I found myself swallowing a lot of it down. I didn’t even think about it, it just happened. As Mike came down from his moaning, squirming orgasm I found myself enjoying the last of his cum in my mouth. I broke away from him, leaning back in my own seat as he began to clean up what very little mess remained. As he did so, I stroked myself as I looked at him there naked in the soft light of the radio, the taste of his cum still filling my mouth. I never took my eyes off of his still twitching cock as I reached my own orgasm, moaning loudly as I shot ropes of cum onto my stomach and chest. As I kept working out every drop, I looked up to see Mike looking over at my cock. He had watched me finish myself off and I didn’t even know it. He wanted it just as much as I did, I had little doubt now.