Sex is great, but love making is better

I'd had enough of his being in control of being the one on the bed at this particular point. I moved on top, wrapped my arms around him and used my size to my advantage. For a man 6' 1'', he's a little powerhouse, but I took him by surprise and flipped him on me.

"You shit," he laughed at me. "That's not fair!" We stayed this was sharing the fever of the moment. We embraced in a tight hug and began kissing. I secretly thought, no woman has ever made love to you like this. They can't. His skin felt so soft, yet so manly on me. The touch of his skin heighted my awearness of his being on that certain spot. If I concentrated on a certain area, I felt more heat from that area. I'd think about his bush and where it was and how it felt and it seemed more pronounced. I'd think of his pecs and nipples and instantly became aware of their presence on me.

I looked at him dead in the eyes after a while and suggested something. I'd once done something to him as he slept in one of his dead-to-the-world-nights sleeping. And now was time to see if he'd be willing to try it in this present state. He'd asked to lay back on the bed as the pressure on his knee had gotten to be too much. So the moment was set and I just had to take advantage of what was there. 

"Kyle, I want to try something new. If you're not comfortable, tell me and we'll stop and find another way to cum." He laid there, fully trusting me. He nodded he was cool with it.

I parted his legs and told him, "I'm gunna put the head of my cock on your asshole, if you want, just go with it." I did so and then leaned in to kiss him. I sort of pushed on his hole, feeling my piss slit open a bit, and he offered no resistance. He'd once told me of a method that drove him wild and it was time to try it, but in a way only another man could.

I pleaded for him to raise his arms, "Kyle, lift your arms behind your head." He did so willingly. I made my move. I ran my fingers through his thick and soft underarm hairs, down his ribs and over his hips. He was going crazy. I then rubbed my hands through his bush and stroked his shaft. He ended up inviting my cock head into his body slightly. Oh this felt good. I was pinching down on my pelvic muscle to kill the urge to cum. I went to repeat the same act, this time I leaned over, took his cock and began blowing his meaty shaft and it rewarded my tastebuds with the usual salty-sweet river of precum. As I sucked, I repeated the act with my fingers. He was moaning and groaning the likes I've never heard. Oh God, fucking and sucking at once. In a sense, it felt as though I were sucking my own cock. Because when I'd hit the spots I knew that drove him the most wild, he'd pinch down on my cock with his anal walls. His sphincter muscle was making love to my engulfed cock. It felt like his body was making love to my cock from the inside of his very being.

He was burying his cock damn near in my guts because I was hitting all the right never endings. I was gasping to breathe but didn't want to lose him by saying it was too much as it felt so good to be servicing him like this and at the same time he was doing the same for me. Before I knew it, he'd welcomed my entire cock into his body. I stopped for a brief moment to catch my breath, I was inside the man I'd fallen for back in high school. Not that I hadn't been in him before, but this time it meant something. The best part, and I kid you not, he took my cock into his man-hole bone-fucking-dry. No spit, barely any precum from me. He neither groaned or complained. He was a natural bottom. 

Here we were, locked into one another. I had to have him and no matter the cost. By this point my cock was burried into him to the bush and his ass rested on my thighs. There was no trace of my cock, it was his to control as he saw fit. I was sucking him feeling his precum swim down my throat. He was emptying his precum in what seemed to be gallons. I savored it all. His precum was to me as an adult what candy was as a kid. I couldn't get enough. I breifly thought, man, I wish I could bottle this for later. That thought kept me servicing his rod.

I slowly fucked his chute, trying so hard not to cum too soon. I needed to be inside him and I wanted it to last a bit.

As luck would have it, his knee popped again. "Ah, shit, my fuckin knee again." I felt that it was over. I was crushed. 

We laid there, me inside his hot, gripping hole. I had to ask, "Well, what do you want to do? Want to let it pass?" I felt responsible for asking him to be in this position. I began menatlly beating myself up. I wished we'd just swallowed one another's loads, at least we'd have gotten off after this fierce love making.

He remarked, "Nah, its over. I lost my fuckin wood. It ain't comin back now." I knew it was over. Nothing, zero. Hello blue balls. What he said next shocked the shit out of me. "No, go 'head and finish." Did I hear this right? "I want you to cum in me. You need to cum. I don't want you to have blue balls 'cause of me." Was this real or Memorex I begged the question to myself. Believe it or not, its what I thought. I still laugh over it today.

"Are you sure babe? I mean if you want..." I had to be respectful of his pain. "I can just jack off or you can help me do it."

"No, its cool. Just don't take too long." I was wild with desire. He didn't need to tell me twice. He was allowing me full uninhibited access to his body for my pleasure, my needs. This man was giving an all access pass to pleasure-land!

I went straight to pounding his ass with him applying just the right amount of pressure. He was milking my cock with his ass muscles. Was this real? Could I be this fortunate? I was so lost in fucking him. He was my lover for this moment in time and I wasn't going to let the moment pass me by. He shocked me again, "Fuck my ass baby. Fill me with your cum. I need it in me." That's all I needed. I noticed his wood had returned and I held it. He begged, "Hold my dick, but don't stroke, the sensations cause me to tighten up and hurt, just hold it like you are."

I went back to ramming his ass. Soon I was crying out, being careful not to be too loud as the window was open. "Oh yeah, I'm gunna cum! I'm gunna fill your fuckin guts with my seed. Take my cum, I need you to take it. Yeah Kyle, take it baby, take it all!"

He was quietly and gutterly yelling at me, "I need your cum. Come on baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck me like only a man can. Pump your hot cum in me!" He was getting into this like I could only dream of him doing. We, in unison reached out, grabbed hands, locked our fingers and he held me there as my orgasm bore down on me.

I finally hit the point of no return and began filling his ass with my cum. Wad after wad of my searing load was being expelled from my body straight into his. I took it in, blown away knowing a part of my body was entering his in his most private hole. I begged it would never end. I was so gone. So many thoughts raced through my mind at a blistering speed. I thought, I'm fucking the hot ass of my best friend. I'm having sex, making love to my best friend. This guy who plays it straight as a pin is bottoming for me. He's mine. Fuck this is hot! I even secretly wished as crazy as it sounds, he had on his cowboy boots, belt and buckle and hat. He used to dress as such and I wanted him as such, but not likely to happen in summer. Yes, the perfect Wrangler ass was now taking my cum. 

After I was spent, and my cock wilted enough, I half pulled out as his body expelled my cock. We laid there for a few. And, in a shocking turn of events, we didn't stop there. We actually kissed for a while. I couldn't believe it. Was this really happening? I felt so bad inside. Part of me felt good for making love, but I felt guilty he didn't get his. But he reassured me, "Hey, I helped you get yours. And believe me, I feel good about that. Besides, I'll cum next time."

He was quick to get dressed. We said our goodbyes, kissing at the front door before he left. We both got hard again. Although it still didn't lead to him coming, I sucked his cock damn good before he left. I walked him out to his car, I stared at him with lust and he reciprocated. I stood there knowing he would be driving home with what we'd done on his mind. And I knew my seed was secure in him for a while. That knowledge alone was overwhelming. I was in ecstasy after he left. I didn't know what to do with myself. I wished he'd have been able to stay the night and longed to go for round 2.

Later that night as I crawled into bed, I found a wet spot from my cum, got totally naked, laid in my cum and smelled it, even licking at the wet spot and jacked off over the entire scene that had just happened in that very place of my bed. In my mind he got off this time. And my orgasm was even more intense the second time, even without him. 

I felt guilty as I drifted off that he didn't get off earlier. But I was confident he would our next time going at it. I really wanted to have him cum in my mouth and swallow his load as he took mine inside his hot sexy body. This night has still remained one of my favorite memories to relive when jacking off. 

Though he lives out of state now, and I'm not sure how I'd feel about doing things now that he's married, but I have to be honest, given the chance to make love to him again, I'm not sure what I'd do. And I happen to know he no longer gets any oral sex, let alone have his load swallowed. How can any man not give in to that?

For those wondering, yes, we have both swallowed each other's loads. And yes, there was a time I did take his cum inside me. And let me tell you, its a night I've jacked off to many times since and will again knowing many of you reading will hopefully get turned on reading this story. Maybe next story I tell will be a variety of certain times where there wasn't exactly all this passion, but mere times we just got off with each other. But I tell you, making love to the man that was your hero in school and giving back yourself in that special way I did to him that one hot August night can hardly be compared to many other events in my life. I know that deep down, no matter what he says, the thought still burns inside him. I know both literally and internally he's not getting what I can. He won't admit it totally, but his smiles have told me no woman has ever gotten him off as good. He did say once it was a definite top 3, but there was another time I'd gotten him off with a huge explosion and volley of cum, swallowing and savoring every drop and asked that same question and his eyes were filled with guilt knowing I was right, but refused to answer with more than a smile.