Heath and Travis - More Than Friends 2

"You ready to get outta here?"
I looked up from my lap. Heath stood over me, showered after his workout. He was now dressed in a black muscle shirt, accentuating his shoulders and biceps. His legs were covered by a small red pair of gym shorts. I wondered if he had any underwear on.
"Sure, let's go." I got up from the bench, which was just by the locker room door, and followed Heath to the front of the school. The sun was nearly to the horizon by now. "Damn, Heath, you just had a, what, 5 hour workout? It's almost time for dinner!"
Heath nodded. "Yeah. I don't have my, uh, truck today." He looked at me nervously. "You wanna just walk home?"
"Okay." We began walking the general direction of his house. After walking for a few minutes, I finally had to ask him. "Heath...yesterday..."
He looked at me sharply. "What?"
"Yesterday, when we were fuckin'...did you...enjoy it?"
"You didn't tell no one, did you?" he probed, staring at me. When I still didn't answer, Heath grabbed my arm. "Tell me no!"
"No! I didn't. But did you like diggin' me out yesterday?"
He was silent for a minute. "I never meant for it to happen." Then he smirked. "But, yeah, it was fuckin' good."
"So, why the fuck did you dump me off at my house?" I asked, a little louder. "You were too fuckin' good to sleep with me, or somethin'?"
"No! I just thought you might wanna... go back to your own place, so I took you there. No one was around, anyway."
It was easy to tell that Heath was full of shit. "Don't bullshit me. You had no good reason to do that." I punched him hard in the arm. "Asshole."
Heath grabbed me by my own arm and threw me into the fence which lined the sidewalk. "Fuck off, Trav. If you don't like it, just leave me the fuck alone." He began to walk away
I sat there, dazed, watching Heath's ass move in the tight fabric of his gym shorts. "What's your fuckin' problem?!"
"You need to learn when to shut your god damn mouth, Trav," he said over his shoulder.
I stood up and hurried after him, even though I was still pissed off. "Alright, we'll talk about it later...I guess," I said, quietly, when I had caught up.
"Yeah."

My cock had slowly been hardening ever since I had first seen Heath in the gym. It was almost fully erect by this time. I began to rub it so that he could see what I was doing.
"Am I makin' you horny?" Heath asked smugly, noticing me almost right away.
I didn't answer, but gave him a look as though he was the sexiest dude there was. Heath wrapped an arm around me as we walked, placing his hand over my shoulder and resting gently on my left pectoral. He squeezed the nipple lightly, and it stiffened, making Heath grin. My cock throbbed.
"My house?" he whispered to me after a minute.
"Yeah..."

We hurried the rest of the way there, and Heath took his hand off me to open the front door. I continued to rub myself through my pants.
"Your dad ain't here?" I thought aloud.
"He never is," Heath answered flatly.
We entered the house, which was dark, and smelled like stale cigarettes and vaguely of semen. Old porn magazines were laying on the floor, and there were beer cans sitting on what you could almost call a coffee table. It occurred to me that I hadn't noticed any of this yesterday.
"Someone made a fuckin' mess," I said.
"Probably my dad, last night. I didn't even see him." Heath shrugged. He yanked off his muscle shirt, revealing his flawless torso - chiseled, washboard abs, round and large pecs, and massive shoulders. Sweat dripped from his entire upper body. "I wish we had some fuckin' A/C" here..."

I sat down on the couch and Heath sat next to me. I reached out and squeezed his dick through his tight shorts. "Take 'em off."
Heath stood up and began to slowly pull off his shorts. Just as the top of his pubic bush came into view, he stopped and smiled at me. "Be right back." Heath walked across the room and up the stairs, flexing his massive calves and thighs as he went.
"Hurry up," I called, horny as hell by now. I peeled off my own shirt which was soaked in sweat, then unbuckled my belt, and ripped off my jeans. Then I flopped back down on the couch, dressed now in only my white briefs. I could see my cock straining against the tight fabric, and I began to massage it again.

Heath came back, his shorts still halfway off his ass. In his hand, he held a small bottle and a towel.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Body oil," he answered. " I fucking love the way it feels." He set the stuff down on the table, then stepped back. "You wanna see my cock?" he asked, teasingly.
"Fuck yeah. Pull 'em down."
Heath pulled them off a little more, revealing more of his pubes. "You do it," he said. "With your teeth." He stepped closer to me with his thumbs still hooked in his shorts.
I leaned in to his body - it was radiating heat. I licked slowly around his navel, savoring the salty taste of his sweat. My tongue traveled lower, running over his closely shaven happy trail. "I love your fuckin' body," I told him.
"Take the god damn shorts off..."
I found the shorts with my tongue, and after licking the pubes that were above the fabric, I bit the drawstring of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. His massive dick was slowly revealed, all eleven inches of it. It slapped me in the forehead as his shorts fell around his ankles. Heath stepped out of them, then grabbed the small bottle of body oil and laid down on the couch. My mouth hungrily followed his cock.

I had seen lots of penises in my life, and Heath's was by far the best. It was definitely the longest. Coarse, shiny black hairs covered the top of his crotch, and his massive balls were lightly covered in black hairs as well. Large veins ran through the throbbing shaft of his meat. His whole crotch smelled amazing - like stale cum and sweat.
"You have a fuckin' nice dick," I said, and then began to lick the head of it. Heath leaned back and moaned softly. "Suck me, c'mon, do it Trav."
I didn't need any encouraging. I swirled my tongue around his dickhead a few more times, then took a deep breath and engulfed his dick entirely in one swallow. I could feel it halfway down my throat.
Heath threw his head back and yelled. "Oh fuckin' shit!"
I swallowed his cock again, the muscles in my throat massaging his tool.
"You suck dick like a fuckin' pro" Heath moaned. I could feel his precum oozing down my throat, some out my mouth. It mixed with my saliva, adding to the stench of his crotch which already made me so horny.
I climbed on top of him on the couch, my legs hanging over the other end. I ran my hands up his sweaty chest, feeling his rigid six-pack and stiff nipples. I continued to deep throat Heath's dick, loving the feel of it throbbing in my throat.
I was so obsessed with his cock, I didn't notice Heath had done anything with the body oil until my hands began to slide over his chest, which was slicker than ever. I looked up, and nearly blew my load. I had been rubbing body oil all over his torso. His pectorals shined in the dim light, making his nipples stand out even more. His abs looked shiny and harder than ever. Heath grinned at me.
"Put it on me," I told him, and kept sucking his dick as hard as I could.
He put some more oil in his hands and began to massage my back with it gently. His large, rough hands were softened by the oil as he rubbed even more in. It felt amazing.
Heath rubbed more body oil into my arms, over my shoulders, around my wrists. He even rubbed some into my sweaty armpits, which were shaven.

I slid my mouth up and down Heath's dick faster and faster. I could feel his body heating up, pressing against mine. It was slowly becoming slick, his sweat mixing with the oil, sliding against me. His dick was harder than ever, pulsing and throbbing in my mouth as I worshipped it. Heath continued to rub oil onto my back, slowly working his way down to my ass. I pulled my mouth off his dick, and slapped my tongue around the head.
"I love this fuckin' dick"
"Let me suck you off, too, Trav," Heath said.
"Fuck yeah..." I got up from the couch, rubbing my own dick. It was rock hard, and it throbbed more as I yanked on it. Heath laid there, his mouth partway open, his eyes almost shut.
"I fuckin' love your body, man," Heath told me, rubbing his own slimy cock.
"Let's finish oiling up." I grabbed the bottle of oil from him, unscrewed the lid, and doused him with it. Half the bottle was gone by now. Then I climbed back on top of Heath, this time, my dick right at his mouth, and his at mine. The body oil mingled between us, our abs and chests rubbing together slowly.

I felt Heath's mouth engulf my dick, almost to the pubes. He had obviously had much more practice than I'd thought. It took all my self control to not blow my load right then.
"Where did you fuckin' learn to suck cock like this?" I asked him, grunting.
Heath took his mouth off my dick for a second. "You actually thought I was straight, Trav?" He laughed shortly, and went back to blowing me. "Mmmm..."
I moaned. "Don't fuckin' stop..." My own mouth returned to his oozing cock. I covered it with my lips and began to slide up and down it again, enjoying the taste of his precum. I slid my mouth all the onto his tool, feeling his coarse pubes brush the stubble on my chin.

All of a sudden, I wanted Heath inside of me. My asshole was aching to be filled with his wet cock.
I slowly eased my mouth off of his cock, saving a mouthful of his precum. "Heath...Fuck me. Fuck me up..." I got up on my elbows and knees, shoving my dick as far into his mouth as I could get it. I thrust it as hard as I could, slamming my balls against his nose. I began to grunt very loudly, almost nearing my orgasm. At the last second, I ripped my cock out of his mouth and spun myself around and began to make out with him. His eyes were filled with lust as our tongues caressed each other.
"Fuckin' dig me out, man," I told him again.
Heath sat up against the arm of the couch. I was still on my hands and knees, facing the other way. He grabbed me around the waist, and buried his face in my ass.
"Fuck yeah, eat me, c'mon!" I ground my ass roughly into his face, grunting and moaning. I could feel his tongue opening me up, stabbing at my asshole.
He stuck his tongue as far up my ass as he could get it, swirling it around. I screamed out loud. "Fuck me, you fuckin' bitch!"
Heath sat back, stroking his own dick below me. He chuckled. "You want my cock in this ass?"
"Fuck yeah!" I yelled again.
Heath grabbed me roughly and flipped me over on my back. He sat up on his knees, his eyes blazing, his hair shiny with sweat. He pulled at his throbbing cock.
"You're fuckin' hot as hell, Trav..." Heath leaned down, pressing his body into mine. He pushed my legs up to my head, exposing my waiting asshole to him. Our lips met again, his tongue invaded my mouth. We kissed passionately.

All at once, I felt his cock pushing against my waiting asshole. I felt the warm precum seeping out of it.
"Stick it in me, fuckin' do it!"
Heath sat up, smiling. "Slow or fast?"
"Just fuck me already!"
Heath took a deep breath, placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He closed his eyes, then rammed his fuckin' cock as far up my ass as it would go.
"Oh fuckin' shit!" I screamed, throwing my head back. My ass was on fire, completely ripped open. I could feel Heath's dick halfway to my center. He pulled it halfway out, then rammed it in again as hard as he could.
"Fuckin' rip me out, Heath!" I yelled.
"You know it, Trav."

Heath began a slow rhythm of thrusting, sliding his cock into my ass, and out slowly. It felt amazing. I could feel him flex the muscles in his cock every few seconds, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
"You like my fuckin' dick, you bitch?" Heath asked.
"Oh fuck, fuck yeah."
Heath gripped my legs tightly, holding my ass off the couch. He continued to roll his hips, sliding his full length into me, faster and faster. I could feel him hit my prostate with almost every thrust, and it made the sensations even better. My asshole tightly gripped his dick, sliding over all its veins.

I knew right then, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to be with. Heath McAdams knew how to use his massive dick, and never had any other boy made me feel this way. I'd had plenty of boyfriends - but none of them were like Heath. They only knew how to fuck you up and leave you empty - Heath knew how to make love. We'd known each other for so long - nearly all our lives. Heath and I had done all the normal guy stuff - finding our first porno mag, jacking off to it together. We'd even compared our dick sizes. That was as far as it had gone though - Heath, with his stunning features, got a girlfriend, and had lost interest in me. I had missed talking to him, fooling around like other guys had. But now, we were together, and I never wanted him to go away again.

Heath piercing green eyes stared down at mine, never blinking as he filled me with his dick. I had never felt a more amazing sensation. It was almost as though my ass had been made to be full of his cock.
I grunted loudly. "Fuckin' harder"
"You want me to fuckin' blow my load in you?" Heath moaned, thrusting harder, with longer strokes of his dick.
"Fuck yeah..."
He began to ram me faster and faster, slamming his dick all the way to my center each time. I could hardly breathe, it felt so good.
"Cum in my ass, Heath!" I yelled. "Fuckin' do it!"

My own load was rising in my dick, ready to blow at any second. I stroked my shit as fast as possible, gripping it hard. Heath continued to fuck me with all his strength.
"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna fuckin' blow!" he grunted. With one huge thrust, slamming all eleven inches of his massive, manly cock into my ass, I could feel it. He began to throb wildly inside me; I could feel his balls pressed against my asshole, pumping the cum toward his dick. My own load rose up my cock as I jacked myself off, and all at once, I could feel him blow his load deep inside me.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Heath screamed. Gallons of scalding hot semen filled me, and at the same time, my dick erupted.
"Ooh, shit!"
Massive spurts of cum flew in the air, landing all over my chest. Heath's whole body shook as he pumped his load into me, spurt after spurt.

I continued to jerk my own dick as it spasmed. I had never shot this much semen before! Heath had cummed a lake in my asshole, and he continued to shake in ecstasy as he orgasmed.
"You're such a good fuck, Trav. Best I've ever had." Heath laid down, his cock still wedged all the way in my asshole.
"I love your fuckin' dick, man."

Heath wrapped his arms around me, caressing my back. We kissed passionately, our faces pressed together. Heath continued to slowly thrust his hips, sliding his dick in and out of my cum-filled ass. I could still feel some seeping out of his dick. My own cock was pressed between us, covered in jizz.
"Leave it in me." I whispered in his ear.
Heath chuckled softly, still sliding into me slowly. "Fuck yeah. Love your ass."
After a minute, he drove his cock all the way back into my asshole, his pubic bush pressed tightly between it and his crotch. He held me tightly this way, filling me with his dick.

He pulled me up into a sitting position, still staying inside of me. I brought his arms around me, and Heath embraced me tightly. I could feel his rock-hard abs pressing into my back, his massive legs bulging beneath my own. I slowly caressed my own dick, feeling the curly brown pubes above it. I reached down, and slowly began to caress his nutsack, slide my hand over his dick, feel it stretching my asshole.
"Let's fuckin' do it again..."