For the second time that day, I found myself pressed close to a
bare-chested dude --and for the second time, I felt excitement
gathering in my boxers.
"Your GIRL?" I asked Craig. "You dumped Maya, in case you forgot."
"So what! Her pussy still got Craig's name on it, you understand?"
I stifled the urge to laugh. "Craig, why you tripping? Pussy ain't
where you at these days, no way. Quit fronting."
Craig backed away from me, his eyebrows arched. "What you trying to say, kid?"
"Nigga, please. Maya don't mean shit to you, and neither do any of
those girls out there fawning all over you." I was tired of Craig's
bullshit. On the one hand, he says he's not gay. But then again, he's
been tempting me and fucking my brother. His 'equal-opportunity' dick had been choosey as
of late, and pussy wasn't its priority. "Why did you really run in here after me,
Craig? We both know it ain't got shit to do with Maya."
Craig exhaled, relaxing into his regular, cocky self. He licked his
teeth and smiled. "For the same reason you been avoiding me all
fucking day. That's right, kid. You been avoiding me. I ain't
stupid."
Touche. The truth laid bare between us, Craig and I began to circle
one another like boxers in the ring, waiting for the other to make a
move. He stopped, went to the bathroom door and pulled the latch to
lock it. He turned and walked toward me, not stopping until we were
slobbing each other down.
His hands began to glide all over my ass, cupping and kneading each
cheek until they were almost numb. He slipped his hands down in my
swimming trunks and gave his gropes a more personal touch. I'd never had anybody touch my
ass, at least not like Craig was. He slid his middle finger up and down the crack of my
ass, pressing ever so
slightly against my hole each time. I almost bit Craig's tongue when
his finger slid up inside me. My ass burned, snapping tight as a
rubberband around his finger, the sensation his stubby finger created
making my dick throb with a new, different kind of pleasure.
"Damn, kid. That ass is so fucking tight."
I was too caught up in the back and forth motion of his finger that I
didn't respond. He was finger fucking me so good, the initial stinging
in my ass gave way to waves of delight.
Craig withdrew his finger and guided me over to the sink. He bent me
over and dropped to his knees, burying his mouth on my fleshy ass
cheeks as he sucked and bit at them with all his might. When his
tongue began to slide down my crack as his finger had done, I cried
out. I found myself moaning when the pointy tip of his tongue found my hole. Craig stabbed
at my opening, each flick and lick sending my
raging hard dick bouncing off my navel. I was shivering and shaking,
marveling at the immense pleasure Craig's mouth gave.
"Ummmmm. Yeah, kid. This ass is good. Tastes like pork chops and
shit. Ummmm, yeah."
He continued tongue fucking, then slid two of his fingers up my chute
before tongue fucking me some more. I soon felt three of his fingers
shoving inside. I could feel myself opening, expanding, becoming a
bigger and bigger hole, begging to be filled. I hadn't really
considered that Craig and I would fuck, but the way he was shoving half his hand up my ass
made that occurrence inevitable.
Before that happened, I wanted to get a taste of Craig's dick. I
raised up, and our positions reversed; Craig sat on the edge of the
sink and I dropped to my knees, taking his slippery, shiny dick between
my lips. In the heat of the moment, I bit off more than I could chew,
so to speak, when I attempted to swallow his colossal cock whole. His
size made me gag and retreat. I took it more slowly, building strong
suction on the shaft, teasing the mushroom-shaped head, and licking the gaping piss slit
before devouring his double-digit inches, one by one, down my throat. By the time I was
through with him, he had leaked a load's worth of clear fluid.
"That's it!" Craig yelled, yanking himself out of my mouth. "Turn
that ass over, kid, cause I'm about to tear it up."
Chapter XIV
Craig and I switched positions again, forcing me to lean over the sink again. Craig
instructed me to pull my cheeks apart. I closed my eyes as he applied his rubber. He then
performed a cock tease, sliding his
sheathed dick up and down my crack. I felt the tip of his dick against my asshole, and as
he pushed forward, the pressure increased ten-fold. I resisted; this sensation bordered on
pain!
"Yo, kid. Relax. Push out, aight?" he said.
When I did as he asked, something gave way. A rush of fire lit up my entire ass as the
first several inches of Craig's dick slid up into me. I screamed, tried to pull away,
anything. Without penetrating me
further, Craig gripped my hips and kept us hooked together. He kept insisting that the
torturous pain would subside, but when? If this was what it felt like to get fucked, I
wanted no part.
After a few minutes, Craig eased back and slid inside again, rotating his hips in the
process. Little did I know, with each movement inside, Craig's dick was rooting deeper and
deeper. The pain dulled and in its
place came an odd but sensitive tingle, that of being pierced, and it radiated deep in my
bowels. It was that feeling that made me realize that Craig's entire dick was wedged up my
ass. The pressure of being so completely filled left me breathless and without words to
describe the way it made me feel.
I gave into the feeling, and Craig took control. He started fucking me slow, in short
stabs with his shaft entering and exiting my ass in a sawing motion. Involuntarily, my ass
tightened around his dick, and
Craig cried out. He sped up. His thrusts became animated, with lots of hip rolling and
grinding as he laid that pipe. I heard myself moaning, and because of the echo in the
restroom, my sounds of pleasure filled the room as continuously as background music.
Craig tried to sshh me, but I couldn't hold back. Without withdrawing from inside me,
Craig moved us over to the hand dryers and punched a couple machines on in an attempt to
drown out my noise.
We ended up in front of the urinals, where Craig really began to treat my ass right.
Gripping my shoulders, he forced me down on his dick further while at the same time
slamming himself into me with the
deep, long-dicking precision of a seasoned porn star.
"Tighten that ass, kid! Oh yeah! Again! Umm. Do it."
Each time I squeezed my ass muscles, my own dick began to harden, multiplying my pleasure
and Craig's, who went berserk, pile driving into me without stop. The force of his dick
detonated a pleasure sensor deep inside me, causing me to shiver with delight. As he
continued to hit that spot, my dick swelled to painful proportions and leaked fluid all
over the floor. Without warning, I erupted. Craig's steady pumping in my ass forced me to
spew glob after glob of thick cum into the urinal. My orgasm was full body; the tingling
in my dick radiated from a delirious itch in my ass and set off shivers and goose flesh
from my scalp to my toes, which to my surprise, did indeed
curl.
Craig continued to lunge inside of me as he hurtled to his own release. After a few
minutes, he pulled out, tossed the condom off and shot his load through my opened legs
into the urinal. He came like a fountain,
steady streams of white fluid arcing out of his dick and joining mine at the bottom of the
urinal. When he exhausted himself, we both looked at the bottom of the urinal. It was
clogged with our mixed secretions.
Instinctively, Craig flushed it. The cascading water sloshed some of it onto the floor,
and we both backed away. I stumbled against him.
When we looked at each other, words were unnecessary. Neither of us needed to state the
obvious. This sexperience--my first with another dude--was damn good. The initial pain was
well worth the end result.
I could not fathom sex being any better than this, and from the shell-shocked expression
on Craig's usually cocky face, I knew he felt the same way.
Beating on the restroom door distracted us. We pulled ourselves together. Craig ducked
into one of the urinals and hid while I unlocked the door. Akil faced me, his forehead
full of worry wrinkles. "Hey bro. You OK in here? I thought I heard screaming."
I looked away from Akil's questioning eyes. "Yeah, well...it wasn't screaming, man. I
was trying to get my sing on...guess you heard me in here trying to do a Patti LaBelle
note or something."
"You sure?" He tried to look beyond me into the restroom.
"Positive, man. Why don't we go and swim a few laps?"
I was anxious to get away from the scene of the crime.
He hesitated, then agreed. We left the restroom together. Out at the pool, I avoided
Duane's knowing stare and continued walking with Akil. The last thing I wanted to do was
get into it with my brother,
especially today. Akil and I jumped in the water and swam some laps, offering tips and
pointers to each other. Maya Martinez joined us, and Akil and I relaxed and just had fun
with her.
"I've never had so much fun in a pool," Maya remarked. "You guys are a
trip."
Akil and I laughed and then began to chase Maya some more. When we caught her, we dunked
her together. After we'd taken turns dunking each other, we all hugged together. Smothered
by the both of them, I had no choice but to look in the direction of Craig, sitting on a
lounging chair, shades pulled over his eyes. Some girl was trying to talk to him, but he
wasn't even looking at her. His sunglasses made it
uncertain, but it appeared that he was looking at me. His look was serious. When he saw
that I was looking at him, however, his expression softened and the hint of a grin played
at the corners of his mouth. To be the center of his attention, given everything that had
just happened, made me feel like the sexiest, most desirable thing at that party. It
almost made me afraid. Sex with Craig was overwhelming, almost supernatural. I knew, as
Craig's grin broke into a smile, that neither of us would be able to resist enjoying that
pleasure again...