7
Josh looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes glazed and wild. "You going to fuck my ass, Dyl?"
Chase turned his head. Cheek pressed against the log, breathing hard. “Just don’t fucking break us with that thing, bro.”
My head spun. I looked at the two of them—bent over, spread open, slick with my spit, their tight pink holes glistening in the flickering light—and the reality of what they were offering hit me so hard I swayed on my feet.
"There's lube in my bag," Josh said, tilting his head toward the pile of gear near the truck. "Front pocket."
I found it and squeezed a thick line across my fingers.
I slathered my cock until it gleamed, the cool gel making my shaft shine in the warm light.
Then I knelt behind them and worked lube into Josh's hole with one hand and Chase's with the other—feeling both of them clench and then soften around my fingertips, feeling the heat inside them, feeling the impossible tightness that my cock was about to demand entry into.
Somehow, I was about to go from a guy who’d never even considered doing anything “gay” with another guy to possibly fucking both of my best friends while they bent over side by side.
It made me feel filthy—in the best possible way.
I stood behind them, my slick, massive cock in my fist, looking down at two lubed, glistening assholes waiting for me.
The crickets pulsed. The fire popped. The mountain air smelled like pine needles and wood smoke and sweat and lube and the earthy, intimate musk of the two guys I'd known for years.
I could still taste them both on my tongue. Could still feel the phantom heat of their mouths on my cock and Josh's tongue on my asshole. Could feel the cool mountain breeze on my slick shaft and the warm night pressing against my bare skin from every direction.
I'd already crossed a line I could never uncross. And the only thing I wanted, now?
It was to cross the next one.
Josh reached back and grabbed his own ass-cheeks, pulling them open for me.
The gesture was so deliberate, so unashamed, that it knocked the last molecule of hesitation out of my body.
His pink, lubed hole glistened in the gold light, slightly loosened from my tongue and fingers, clenching and releasing in a slow rhythm that looked almost like breathing.
He was presenting himself; offering his body. And my cock, slick and aching and harder than it had ever been in my life, was aimed directly at the center of him.
I took a deep breath and pressed my cock-head against his asshole.
The heat was instantaneous—a shocking, radiating warmth that bloomed across the tip of my cock and traveled down the shaft like a current.
I moaned before I could stop it, a deep, shuddering sound that came from my gut.
I'd fantasized about anal sex for years—with girls, anyway.
It was the one thing I’d always wanted to try, the fetish I’d never admitted out loud—and every girl I’d ever been with had shut the idea down before I could even finish the sentence.
Most girls weren’t interested in anal to begin with, and because of my size, they’d practically laughed whenever I suggested trying it.
Yet now, here I was, the swollen head of my cock pressed against another guy's asshole on a mountaintop under the stars, and the only thing standing between me and the thing I'd wanted most was a single push.
I rubbed the head against the tight ring—back and forth, teasing, half-stalling because the enormity of what I was about to do kept catching in my throat.
But the friction of his hot skin against my cockhead shredded whatever caution remained.
I pushed harder, and the head slipped off the clenched muscle, skidding across his taint.
“Ugh, fuck…” I heard Josh moan softly.
A snarl of frustration tore out of me—raw, animal, desperate to be inside him—and I gripped the base of my shaft, angled it true, and shoved.
The head breached him with a tight, consuming pop that made my vision swim.
I threw my head back and groaned at the top of my lungs—a sound that echoed off the pines and the rocks and the open sky.
Honestly, the heat was unlike anything I'd ever felt; tighter than any girl by an order of magnitude, smoother, gripping the head of my cock with a snug, silky pressure that seemed to pull me deeper even as Josh's body fought the stretch.
"Fuck—you're so huge, you motherfucker!" Josh gasped, his fingers clawing at the bark of the log.
“Should I stop?” I asked.
“Keep going—slow,” he said.
Thank fuck, I thought.
I pushed deeper—slow but unceasing, inch after inch sinking into that slick, clenching heat, feeling his body open around me in reluctant, shuddering increments.
The sensation was dangerously disorienting—his anal canal was so smooth, so uniformly tight, that I couldn't gauge how deep I was the way I could inside a pussy.
There were walls or ridges—no familiar textures.
Just endless, choking velvet that gripped every inch of my shaft equally, and I knew with sudden certainty that an orgasm could ambush me at any moment without warning.
I just kept letting my dick sink deeper until, at some point, I bottomed out and felt my heavy balls press warm against Josh's taint, felt the full length of me buried inside my best friend's body, felt the deep, throbbing pulse of his insides clenching around my shaft.
I stayed there, breathing hard, sweat running down my chest, trying to memorize the feeling before I moved and lost it.
Then I pulled back and thrust, and Josh moaned into the log, and I knew I was never going to be the same person I was an hour ago.
"Bro," Chase said from beside us, his voice tight with a frustration that was half-jealous, half-desperate. "What about me?"
I was more than happy to oblige him.
I pulled out of Josh. My cock emerged slick and shining, the cool air hitting the wet shaft and making me gasp. I shifted, lined up against Chase's lubed, glistening hole, and pushed.
Chase's reaction was immediate—a guttural, shocked growl that ripped up from somewhere deep in his chest. His back arched. His hands flew out and gripped the log so hard his knuckles went white.
"Holy shit!" he gasped. "Fuck, this hurts!"
I paused, the head and two inches of my shaft buried inside him. His hole was somehow even tighter than Josh's—significantly, almost painfully tight—clamping down on me with a grip that made my eyes water. "Want me to stop?"
"It hurts at first," Josh said, leaning over to Chase, his voice gentle and experienced. "But it'll feel amazing if you just relax and ride it out. Breathe deep and try to imagine your ass pushing out on it, bro."
Chase's breathing was ragged. His jaw was clenched. But he shook his head, echoing Josh from earlier. "Don't stop. Just—go slow."
I pushed. Deeper. Feeling every fraction of resistance in his body as it fought and then yielded, his tight canal opening around my shaft in a slow, grudging surrender that felt like breaking through a series of doors, each one narrower than the last.
And then—a sudden, drawing release, and my cock was sucked the rest of the way inside him in one smooth, devastating slide.
I sank balls-deep until I felt my sack pressed against his body.
I felt the staggering heat of his insides choking my entire shaft, felt my balls nestled heavy against his taint and sack, felt Chase's whole body shuddering around me as he adjusted to the fullness.
Eight and a half inches of me, buried inside another guy’s tight body for the first time, throbbing against his inner walls with a pulse that synced with my heartbeat.
"Fuck," I breathed. The word was completely inadequate.
I pulled back and began to pump—long, measured strokes that let me feel every ridge and clench of his body around my shaft.
Josh crawled up beside Chase, grabbed his chin, and pulled him into a kiss.
I watched them make out over the log while I fucked Chase's ass and reached down to slide two fingers into Josh's slick, loosened hole, fingering him in rhythm with my thrusts.
The fire crackled. The crickets screamed. My own moans filled the mountain air with a raw, shameless sound I barely recognized as coming from me.
I was getting close.