Shane's beautiful blues burned bright with a new explosive lust. He looked almost otherworldly. He had become more than handsome. He was breathtakingly beautiful. My head swam in the power of him, my heart thundered with a need of him.

"You're gonna fuck me! That's what I'm saying, man.", he growled, as he turned around on the couch and got on all fours. With his ass turned to me, he began working his hips back and forth with incredibly provocative gyrations. His ass was utter PERFECTION; peaches and cream pink, sprinkled with a fine lustrous layer of peach fuzz. Damn! Just how long had I fantasized about having that piece of prime beef shoved in my face one day. And now BAM here it is right before my eyes. And the hell with Justin Timberlake similarity now; Justin ain't got nothin' on my bodacious boy here.

The cheeks were round and firm, and bubbly with a nice moist gathering of damp flaxen hair around his pin-prick of an asshole. For sure, this is one wholly fuckable butt, I thought, as I watched his demure little rosebud twitch and pucker at me. it looked so unbelievably tight. I got light-headed from the anticipation of it...of feeling it, of smelling it, of tasting it, of fucking it! Oh, yeah, no doubt, there IS a God!!

"Please, bro, please. Give it to me," he begged, looking back at me over his left shoulder. "Pound my ass, man! Fuck me! Fuck me! I haven't been fucked since that I time I told you about. And all during that time, I was pretendin' it was you that who poundin' my hole! I need you inside me, man! Please! Pleeeeeeeease!"

I was still kinda exhausted from our wild suckee-suckee session. But I was rearing to give it that old college, and try to fuck that little manly ass of his until it cried me mommie.

Getting up on my haunches, I placed a hand on each cheek and brought my nose to that little aperture. Ah, the aromas of all aromas. The scent of that sweet hole had me flinging out my tongue instantly for a taste of that warm moist ambrosia. In a wink, I lost all sense of anything else in the world except for that sweet space in that moist hot crevice between those two quintessential mounds of heavenly flesh. My watering mouth fell open and I began to ravenously suck and chew on that steamy, sweaty, hairy, tasty hole. My tongue, my teeth, and my lips took unrelenting pleasure of that raw, appetizing repast. My nose sang contentedly in the receipt of such a mouth-watering aroma.

Shane also contributed to my crazed, oral indulgence. He was arching his back, and throwing his head in the air like a wild stallion. He shoved and slammed his ass furiously back against my face, moaning in deep, long, lusty groans, as I orally ravaged his delicious bum.

After several minutes of eating him out like a starved madman, he murmured that it felt damn good, but he needed something MORE up inside him. And of course, his every wish was becoming my desire, so I stuck my finger in my mouth and got it good and wet -- then began gently working the digit into his tight, puckering hole. His little sphincter began tightly snapping and grabbing at the invading finger. About an inch and a half in, he released a piercing scream as he wildly threw back his head. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Dammit! Yeah!" he breathlessly chanted, frantically shoving his hot little ass back against my welcomed intruding finger. When I'd gotten the finger in up to the knuckle and began to work it around in there, his entire body trembled and shuddered as he gasped and grunted loudly with pleasure. I could feel a continual rolling tremor of bestial pleasure coursing throughout his hot satiny body. His sphincter continued to bite down hard on my finger as his hips wildly gyrated back and forth. He was so damn TIGHT. And I couldn't wait to feel that damned tightness around my rigid, twitching shlong!

I began seeking out his prostate, and had easily found it. I massaged it from inside, driving him deeper and deeper into sheer ecstasy. He began groaning and growling with lust while begging me never ever to stop playing with his asshole. I dug that finger deep up inside him as hard as I could, knowing how much it completely pleasured and satisfied him.

A long string of pre-cum began to drip from his fat cock onto the couch. And it was that moment when I then realized that I too was all wet and sticky again. So with my other hand, I rubbed and pumped my own hardon. It was too weird, I thought -- I had just had a mind-blowing orgasm about three minutes ago, and here I am already, all fat hard and juicy, again. I felt like a horny 13-year-old kid all over again.

With that thought, I hauled-off and gave Shane's ass a good hard smack. I had done it before I'd realized I was even going to do it. But it felt damn good doin git. It made a loud, satisfying crack! against his skin. "YEAH! DAMMMIT, YEAH!" he cried out. So I began to play a drumbeat tattoo on his pink, satiny asscheeks. Not too hard. But just hard enough to sting him plenty good -- which served to arouse him all the more. One after the other after the other. Smack, smack, smack - pause - smack, smack, smack! Soon his blushy-pink bottom was satisfying crimson. "Mmmmmmmm....yeah, yeah! Beat UP my ass! Please...please...don't stop, bro!" he lustily pleaded.

'I ain't about to stop' I thought, as I scooped up some of his cum from a few minutes earlier; massaged it on his hole, and gave him two fingers. Then another, thrusting them way up inside him.

"I'm greasing you up with your own jizz" I told him.

Shane glanced back at me with rolling, glazed, dreamy eyes. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeeeaaaaaaahhh" he chortled, completely and totally, out of it. He was obviously adrift in some warm, safe, lush sex-drenched world where all was good and happy, as he cooed, "Give it to me, man! Please, please, bro, givvvveeee it to meeeeeeee...!"

Hey, how could I refuse my beautiful best friend?

Reaching in a drawer of a desk by the couch, I found a tube of Vaseline and slathered it on my raging hardon while Shane's cute asshole puckered and winked at me, begging for some cock as much as he was. Easing up, I guided my cockhead against his beckoning hole and gently pressed. As if on cue, Shane backed up against it, his back arching in sweet anticipation. He groaned and purred like a happy kitten. Slowly, but slowly, my cockhead made its way into paradise. Oh, damn, it was like liquid fire up in there; its teasing, scalding moistness beckoning me deeper, deeper, deeper inside.

I just couldn't be gentle any longer. I wanted to bury my aching boner deep inside that sweet fleshly universe of love; so I selfishly pushed my head all the way in. He cried out in pain, and quickly grabbed onto the couch arm. I knew that it hurt him as much as it pleasured him. So I gave him some time to let his insides adjust to this big rod pushing them apart, feeling his tight ass muscles at war with each other and with my invading cockhead. He breathed in quick short gasps as the pain ricocheted throughout him. Finally, he began to swallow in between gasps, and said, "Ok......OK......give it to me...... give it all to me!"

Once again, I slowly thrust my rod up inside him, feeling his muscles working my shaft as I drove it home. Soon my big, low hanging balls were snuggled and banging against his. I straddled the couch, standing one leg on the floor as I knelt into the couch cushions with the other, to give leverage. I fucked him in long, slow thrusts, feeling the incredible action of his sphincter muscle on my cock. His lovetunnel was locked in a deathgrip around my shaft, refusing to let it go even as I drove it in and out of him. I know I couldn't take much more of this. My second orgasm is always quicker than the first; the first I like to stretch out for forty-five minutes to an hour, or more if I can. But the second is less controlled, more animal, never takes too long.

My fuck-rhythm sped up and the power in my hips accelerated until my thrusts were marked by wet truncheon smacks, punctuated by his high cries, every time my hips slammed into his reddened ass cheeks. He clung to the armrest of the couch for dear life, crying out in the joy and the agony each time I thrust myself into his heavenly asshole. Soon both our bodies were dripping with sweat. I was clutching my fingers into his trim, hard, muscular waist to hold onto him. Finally I collapsed on top his out-thrust, hard-fucked ass, wrapping my arms around his slippery, sweat-soaked torso as I drove deep inside him.

I buried my face against his silky-haired head, breathing the scent of it in. His short-cropped haircut was soaking wet, and droplets of sweat flew all over as his head rocked back and forth. I could feel and smell the backdraft of his hot breath as my stabbing cockthrusts forced it out of his hard, manly body.

He was holding his head up, and I looked up where his gaze must be..... at the mirror facing us.

Shane was hypnotically gazing into it....or trying to. I was transfixed: the sight of my childhood friend, naked and bent over the arm of my leather couch, short hair glistening with perspiration, face twisted in ecstasy and agony, eyes rolled back up in his head, gasping for breath as I rammed his tight hot ass.

That did it. That started the rumbling inside me, inside my balls. It would be seconds now. "Oh, Shane, oh Shane, Oh Shane. Oh Shane..... here it comes, babe, here it cums.....!"

"Oooooh, Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaah! Oooooooh gooooood daaamnn!"

Suddenly, in the spastic throes of an oncoming orgasm, I was struck by a really insane idea. I pulled my slimy cock out of my good buddy, took him by the hair and under the chest, pulled him off the arm of the couch, spun him around, and pushed him to his knees, as I stood over him. Furiously beating my meat, my jizz-and-ass-juice covered manmeat. Shane understood instantly as he quickly closed his eyes and opened his mouth to receive my load. It was cumming .... cumming .... cumming....

"Here it comes, Shane! Here it CUMS! Hereitcumshereitcumshereitcums OHHHHHHHHHHHHGAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWDDDDDDD!!" I yelled as the orgasm ripped through my body. My first shot splashed across his mouth; cum was dripping off his lips onto his waiting tongue. The next thick shot headed straight into his mouth. I shot and shot burning volleys of cum all over my handsome friend's upturned face. Coating him in my manly, best- friend juices. Pearly beads of cum were stuck in his blonde hair that hung down over his gorgeous blue eyes. I shot load after load until I couldn't shoot anymore, my whole body shaking and jerking.

Shane's face was completely coated in a thin layer of slick, glistening jism. His perfect nose, his blushy cheeks, open sensuous mouth, his pointed chin, even his sexy ears, all covered in pearly, slimy jism. His big, best buddy's jism. My jism.

He licked his lips, all around his mouth, to get as much juice as he could.

I let out a huge ragged breath and rubbed my filthy, dripping hard cock over Shane's drenched face, smearing all my copious shoots into his priceless peaches and cream skin, adding Vaseline and his own shit to his depraved, slutty countenance. Smiling with his cum-covered lips, he reveled in it, seeking my filthy penis with his hungry lips as I smeared my seed across his cheeks and forehead. Finally, completely satisfied, I stepped back.

Still smiling, he slowly opened his eyes. It took some effort; his eye sockets were filled with my thick sticky cum. It dripped down from his face and hair onto his sweaty hard pecs. His large china-blue eyes looked up at me from under long eyelashes and eyelids drenched in my juices.

"My turn," he said.

I thought he meant he wanted to cum all over my face - which I would have gladly let him do. But, instead, he fell back, lying on his back on the carpet, legs spread, jerking his slick, cum-filled cock with one hand, fingering deep inside his deep-fucked hole with the other. His hard swimmer's body rocked in sync to his strokes and grunts. His soiled, jism-covered face was beatific. Seeing him like that electrified me with an instant, rock-hard erection, AGAIN! Unbelievable. I stood over him and began vigorously beating my meat, holding my breath in the hopes I could come with him.

But wait, why wasn't my mouth doing the work of his frantic hand? Why wasn't I doing for Shane what he'd done for me? I was down there in an instant between his spread legs, replacing my mouth with his hand on his thick, leaping cock. It tasted sweaty and spermy - just how I'd hoped. His burning groans of pleasure coursed throughout my body when he released them, making me tremble with lust.

As a surprise to me I was able to swallow his huge cock whole with no effort at all. It just fit right in when he mad that first deep thrust into my mouth. I felt that spicy thick sausage straining every corner of my mouth and throat, but not gagging me. you can't even begin to realize how totally awesome that feeling was. Up and down I went on it, sucking it ..... pleasuring it. That sweet cock was so fat that it really did stretch my mouth. Yum Yum. My spit, mingling with his gushing precum, leaked from my lips and ran out onto his abundant pubic hair. When I felt him about to shoot, I eased up off it, and licked it. This was just too fucking good to end so soon. I know he was going nuts for immediately relief; but I wanted this incredible experience to continue for a while. Round and round and round his long fat shaft my tongue went, licking and smooching his fleshy head, and then down the full length of the shaft again.

I slipped it back into my mouth and allowed it to sink all the way up into my throat. Aaaaah, I loved the way it pulsed as it abundantly leaked its tasty juices into my mouth for my rapturous enjoyment. Again, when I felt him about to shoot once, I eased the meat out of my slobbering orifice and allowed my attention to travel down onto his balls. Hungrily I ran my tongue all over them. Those balls were big and low-hanging; just like mine. They were red and deliciously ripe. I licked them to their base and went to work on the hard chode, [that delicious area between his cock and balls] that was even more gamier than his balls. The strong smell of sex that wafted up from well-ravaged hole intoxicated me wildly. Greedily, I rolled the balls around in my mouth. But they soon tightened up close to his body from the heightened sexual tension from my licking, kissing and sucking. I realized I wouldn't be able to keep him from ejaculation much longer.

As I hungrily inhaled the intoxicating scent of him, I recalled the awesome fucking I'd given him minutes earlier. He gasped and shuddered when he felt me searching his hairy little hole. It twinkled and puckered at me. It was red and distended and obviously well-fucked. I'd done a damn good job on it. The sight quickly brought me back up to that quivering pole that so badly needed release.

Without hesitation I sank my head down on his sticky tortured cock. Instantly, his breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, and I knew I was soon gonna get it. He writhed and groaned and trembled there on the carpet as he pulled at my hair and ears. He was in a delirium.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh ..... ohhhhhhhh aaahh ohhhh aaaarrrrrggggghhhh ughmp ughmp ughmp! Take it bitch, TAKE IT!!" he screamed as swift pellets of sperm splattered my happy, celebrating mouth. As he screamed, he rammed his hard body furiously up into my mouth, wanting me to devour every inch of him. Reaching under, I grabbed his hard, satiny asscheeks into my hands and crushed his sweaty buns against my slobbering, sucking mouth. At the same time I felt my own orgasm hit -- and I wasn't even touching myself - it wasn't as powerful as the first two, but still it ripped through me, reducing me to an animal in heat, I felt a surge of power burn through my groin, through my cock, as I gutturally growled, shooting out thin streaks of my seed up under the slamming body of my friend who, simultaneously, filled my mouth and throat with his spooge.

Seemed neither of us could stop shooting our loads. Shane lay there on the floor rolling his head uncontrollably back and forth, grunting and screaming in delirium. And all could do was make low guttural sounds of appeasement - because momma always told me it wasn't polite to talk with your mouth full.

But finally, we were done, totally spent, our balls, emptied. Shane looked up at me with a beaming face covered completely coated with sticky semen. He smiled through a sea of my hardening jizz. He looked like a twenty-dollar boy-whore after a gangbang on South La Cienega. Damn I loved him. In my most wildest of dreams I never thought that Shane and I would ever take it to this phenomenal level. This was definitely and over-the-rainbow moment. Standing up, I extended my hand to pull him to his feet. We stood there warmly hugging each other for a very long time.

And as we made our way down the hallway toward the bathroom, at one point he halted in his steps, looked at me with intense concern, saying, "Hey, nobody else's got to know about this, right? This is our secret, right?"

Returning a comforting, big brother smile, I placed my arm around his hard, sweat-soaked body, saying, "Don't give it a second thought. This will always be just our little secret, Shane!"