Dillon - All Guys Do It - Tank (Part III)

I’m a little embarrassed to admit that, the morning after I woke up, having given two blow jobs to two different guys, and I think I asked my roommate Alessandro to fuck me, that’s when I started to really panic. I guess I was mad when Aley had acted like we hadn’t fucked after the Halloween party, but now that we are having breakfast, and he’s not denying it…I’m way more panicked. I didn’t know what to say. As Aley wolfed down his breakfast, I struggled to eat a waffle.

“You cool?” He asked, clearing his plate.

I chopped my waffle into smaller pieces. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I kind of tossed that out as a knee-jerk reaction, something I would say anytime I didn’t want to talk about something weighing on me.

His face looked surprised. “Um…well,” he raised and lowered his hand palm-up toward me, then finished his thought in an almost whisper. “You’re…gay.”

I choked on my waffle, coughing it up like I had Tank’s cum yesterday. “I’m gay? I’m not gay,” I protested.

His face transitioned into a sort of pity face, “You kinda are.”

“Dude, we both,” I gestured between us, “took part in that.”

He scrunched up his face, “Yeah, but…you took it in the ass.”

I took another bite, trying not to say something I might regret, but with a mouth full of waffle, I said, “dude, you fucked me.”

“Shhh, Jesus, dude, why don’t you put up a billboard?” he looked around uncomfortably. “I see your point, but…I was just kinda horny and drunk, and, no offense, but a hole is a hole.”

I lowered my voice, “My point is, I’m not gay. I was also just horny and kinda drunk.”

He squinted at me disbelievingly, but couldn’t really attack my argument without pulling out the bricks from his. “Ok, so…not…gay, but, still, you asked me to…fuck you…in the ass.” There was a question on his face that was as easy to read as a children's book.

I shrugged, “I don’t know, man. I never…I never tried anything like that, until recently, and…I’m not grossed out by it.”

“But you’re…straight?” He asked again.

“I think so. I mean, I still love women, and if I had gotten some from a woman, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.” I took another bite, feeling my appetite come back now that the air was cleared. I noticed his face still wanting to ask questions, so I shrugged, “What?” Then, put more food in my mouth.

“You know I shot inside you, right?” His face scrunched up again.

I chewed my food and swallowed, “Yeah…I was there.”

“You’re not grossed out? I mean, it’s mine, so it doesn’t gross me out when I get it on me, but if it were another guy's stuff…I don’t know, I’d be freaked out,” he admitted.

I thought about it, “Yeah, I don’t know, it was gross at first, but…it’s no worse than any other sexual thing. I mean, I’ve eaten girls out, and those juices are there, I’ve been french kissing since I was twelve, and swapping spit is kinda gross if you think about it. But if you don’t really think about it, it’s also kinda hot that someone got so turned on that they had an orgasm because of me.”

He folded his arms, “I guess. But, did it feel weird?”

I looked up and gave it some thought, “Umm…no. It was more soothing than anything.”

“Oh.” He nodded along. “You’re sure you’re not…”

“I’m not.” I insisted.

“Ok. You’d tell me if you were?” He asked.

“You’d be the first to know,” I finished my waffle.

There was a bit of a pause before he asked his next question. “Am I the only guy you’ve tried that with?”

I thought about telling him the truth, but that felt like a mistake. “Dude, I don’t go around hooking up with guys,” I deflected. His scrunched-up face started curling into a smile, and a waft of pride swept over him. “Don’t read too much into it.”

“How can I not? I’ve never taken someone’s virginity before,” he shrugged and grinned.

I rolled my eyes, sipped my coffee, and gave it some thought, “I guess I took yours too.”

His smile faded, “I wasn’t a virgin. I’ve had lots of sex.”

I sipped my coffee again, this time with a slight slurp, “Ah, but not anal sex.” He and I had discussed the curiosity of anal sex a few times in our many conversations surrounding sex. Neither of us had tried it before; most of the girls either of us had been with were a one-time thing, and girls do not do anal on a one-time thing.

“Ok, you’ve got me there,” He picked up his coffee for the first time since we sat down. He usually lets it get almost cold and then chugs it before we leave.

“Did you like it?” I asked, nervous for the answer. I don’t even know what I want the answer to be. Yes or no, it could be bad for me.

He gave me that hundred-yard stare, opening and closing his mouth a few times before settling on, “Yeah. I mean, I’m not gay, but as a way to get off…” he bobbed his head, not finishing that thought.

“Interesting,” I sipped my coffee.

“I’m not saying I want to do it again, to be clear. I’m just saying, it felt…really good,” he felt the need to add.

“I’m not saying I wanted to do it again, I was just curious…if it was good…for you,” I finished my cup and set it down gently.

“So…” he played with his half-empty mug, “how was I? Like…objectively, as a friend, was it good?”

It took a lot in me not to laugh at his sudden vulnerability. “Umm…as a friend, who was kinda drunk and had no expectations…or experience to compare it to, I think you did good. It was… good?”

His smile slowly crept back in, “Oh, you liked it.”

I rolled my eyes, but wasn’t able to hide my smile from his stupidity.

The next couple of days were hectic for both of us. Between our duties at the house and classes, we barely saw each other. I started thinking, “I got that out of my system,” as if hooking up with a guy…and sucking a dick was something inevitable, a phase all guys go through. I started hyper-focusing on straight porn, and girl-on-girl stuff, and tried to put it all behind me.

When the weekend came, we were all hanging out, drinking, and doing stupid shit. I started wondering whether Aley would want to fool around again. Putting me on edge, and increasingly more horny as the night went on. When he eventually left with one of the girls he had brought, and presumably went back to her place to fuck, I went home alone. As I was in the dorm, sexually frustrated, trying to jerk it to girl-on-girl porn and getting nowhere, I realized I had been so distracted by the mere possibility of another hookup with Aley that I didn’t even try to flirt with any of the girls. I could’ve been fucking one right now instead of pulling my pecker.

I decided to put my dick away and made a rule for myself: No jerking off until after I hook up with another girl.

It was easier said than done. By mid-week, I was frustrated as all hell, and Aley was on his bed jerking off, telling me about his most recent hookup. A part of me was jealous of him for getting pussy, another part of me, a part I was trying really hard to ignore, was kind of jealous of the bimbo he fucked. I excused myself to “go take a shit” and gave him some privacy for about twenty minutes, roaming around in our building’s rec room until I was sure he’d be done playing with himself.

By Friday night, I was determined to hook up. We had a mixer planned with one of the sorority houses, and, not to brag, but I more often than not got laid when we had a mixer. Something about the home court advantage really works for me.

Sure enough, I managed to pull a cute girl named Lauren, a midwestern senior at the university. I’ll be honest: she was much more aggressive than I expected, and it was kind of hot. I didn’t last long. 

I did my best to let the entire experience go. I'm not gay. I don't think I'm even bisexual. I just had some drunk fun with my best friend and...gave Tank head...and swallowed some of Tank's cum. That doesn't make me anything except a sloppy, horny drunk.

As Thanksgiving was quickly approaching, I had a lot to do and very little time for anything like questioning my sexuality. After one of our parties at the house, I hooked up with a girl, and it was great. I'll admit I was a bit nervous about not being able to perform. I had gotten way too into my head about sex, but when the panties came off, I was able to get in there and had a great time, proving to myself that whatever happened between me and Aley, or even me and Tank, was just drunk, stupid horniness. I’m sure this is one of those things all guys do, and I just didn’t know because no one talks about it.

I went on a few dates with that girl, we had sex a few more times leading up to Thanksgiving, but when we all came back from the holiday, she decided she needed to focus on her studies, and broke it off with me. Which, honestly, was fine, because I didn't see that relationship going the distance, and I really didn't want to have to figure that out before Christmas.

Aley, on the other hand, had been locked down by the first woman who came along after our hookup. She was becoming a staple around our hangouts, and as nice as she is, I could stand a little less of her. So I started giving him some extra space when I knew she'd be around. I started hanging out at the frat house a little more.

Tank took notice, and even though he had been a little stand-off after I blew him, he was coming back around to being his usual dickish self. Especially when the rest of the guys were around. He would only be tolerable when we were one-on-one.

I was eating breakfast with Aley, expecting his girlfriend to join us any minute, he cleared his throat and asked, "Hey, do you think you can give me and Courtney the room tonight?"

I looked up at him. The request was odd only because she had an apartment with some of her sorority sisters where they usually had sex at. "What, for the night?"

"Yeah. It's our one-month anniversary, and I wanted to do something special." He gave me his puppy dog eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "That's not a thing. People don't celebrate one month of fucking," I told him.

He chuckled, "Yeah, well, this guy does, and that's probably why I'm the only one in this conversation with a girlfriend."

The words hung in the air like a fart, and I know it's because he still questions if I even like girls. I shrugged, "Whatever, man. I'll just stay at the house. I have to help one of the freshmen study for his Spanish exam anyway."

"You're tutoring Spanish?" Alessandro looked at me like I had just told a joke.

"Yeah, my Spanish is pretty good," I told him.

"Bro, your English is shitty, your Spanish is… rough." He crossed his arms. "Why wasn't I tagged in for Spanish lessons?"

"Dude, no offense, but you're barely at the house unless there's a party. If it wasn't mandatory, I don't think the new brothers would even know your name. They definitely don't know you speak Spanish in the home." I feel like I just smacked him upside the head, but it needed to be said.

"Whoa, message received. I'll start spending more time at the house...after this weekend." He put his hands up in surrender. Then his frown flipped into a smile, and I knew Courtney must be walking up. 

"Hey, boys," she said, then kissed Aley. I pretty much checked out at that point.

After the tutoring session, I found myself hanging around the house with nothing to do. I don’t actually know where most of the guys are, and the guys that are here are in their rooms doing homework. Granted, it’s a Thursday, but it’s still kinda lame.

I was sitting on the couch, watching Survivor on TV, trying not to think about Aley fucking Courtney, but the thought kept creeping into my brain. When the door opened and Tank walked in, I was both excited and disappointed.

“Did I miss a meeting?” He asked before saying hi.

I was playing with a Nerf football, and shook my head, “Nah, just…uh, crashing on the couch.”

He put his backpack down next to the couch, then plopped down on the opposite side of the sofa, where I was lying. “Trouble in Paradise?” He just looked at the TV.

He couldn’t see me roll my eyes, so I spoke up in a mocking tone, “No, there’s no trouble. Aley wanted the room for a special night with Courtney, and bro code dictates I have to give up the room if a bro has the potential to get laid.”

“Hmm,” he nodded. “So your boyfriend’s girlfriend is getting in the way of your quality time?”

“It’s not like that,” I tried to protest.

“It’s not? What is it like? You guys hooked up, right?” He pried.

I gave him some side eye. “You know I’m not going to tell you what did or didn’t happen.”

“Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it, do you want to go up on the roof and smoke some weed?” He asked, as if that was the only other thing anyone could possibly do if they didn’t want to talk about feelings.

“Sure,” I shrugged.

He hopped up off the couch and started heading upstairs. I got up and followed him. His bedroom is one of the bigger ones at the front of the house, and you can open the window and step out onto the porch roof. Tank grabbed a Ziploc bag with his stash and a small glass bowl in our school colors. Despite the cold, we climbed onto the roof and passed the bowl back and forth for a bit. Neither of us saying anything, just listening to the sound of the city while smoking away our problems.

When I passed it back to him, I realized I was shivering. “Fuck, it’s cold. Why can’t we smoke inside?”

He chuckled in that deep, baritone way he does, “I honestly don’t remember. Something about a brother who donates to the house, who…Fuck, something, I want to say one of our wealthiest donors came by a few years ago and the house was basically hot boxed and he threatened to pull his funding, and reach out to other donors if we didn’t clean up our act and be the respectable boys they were back in his day.” He passed it back to me. I took another hit and passed it to him. “Nah, I’m good. Do you want more?”

“I’m toast,” I said, hoping it made sense.

He chuckled, “Yeah, you’ve got that look in your eyes.”

I giggled, “What look?”

“Like, you either want to kiss me, or you can’t see straight from smoking too much.”

I giggled again. Before the words could be filtered in my head, they just came out, “Why can’t it be both?” I meant it to be a joke. I hadn’t realized, as I said it, that he wouldn’t know it was a joke, considering I sucked his dick a few weeks ago.

He bobbed his head up and down, in a sort of half nod, half rocking of his body to stay warm. But then he turned his head to me and slowly leaned in. His eyes closed, and before I could realize what he was doing, his lips locked on mine, and I shared a kiss with a guy for the first time. It was not as gross as I expected. His lips were soft, but firm, and he wasn’t aggressive at all. He just lingered and kissed me for an extended moment before he pulled away. He looked toward the driveway, “We should go back in, before someone sees us.”

I nodded and followed him in. As soon as I was through the window, he slammed it shut and then pulled me in for another kiss. This one was way more aggressive. There was something incredibly hot about being on the receiving end of an aggressive kiss. Like, he didn’t just want me, he needed me, and it was relighting the fire in me that I tried to suppress over the last couple of weeks. When he pushed me up against the wall, pinning my shoulder flat so he could kiss me even harder, his tongue bullying mine into submission as our heads pivoted to accommodate each other, it was like he poured jet fuel on that small campfire inside me, and now the forest is a blast.

I started letting out quiet moans into his mouth, and he seemed to eat them alive. I wasn’t able to think. I mean, this is Tank. He’s 6’2”, probably 200 lbs of muscle, just a massive, masculine dude, and he’s kissing…me. I could feel his hard dick pressing against mine through our jeans as we continued to make out. Every few minutes, he started pulling back, slowing down, parting his lips from mine, and like a hungry slut I would reach forward and pull his lips back to mine, and the moaning and heat would increase even more.

I had completely forgotten about my hands and started incorporating them, feeling his torso up and down, it was so much different compared to a woman, and I never really felt up Aley in the two times we hooked up. Tank just oozed masculinity in a way that made me crave more of him, as if I was somehow Tank-deficient and needed him in my system. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He instinctively let go of my shoulders, lifting his arms, and I pulled his shirt all the way off. His hands went right to my head, cupping my face as he went back to kissing me. My hands went straight for his belt, quickly undoing it and then the button, and I struggled with the zipper but was able to tug his jeans open enough to fish my hand inside and start rubbing his cock from the outside of his boxers. The second my hand wrapped around the girth of his bulge, he let out a heavy breath into my mouth, which was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and I just squeezed harder to get more.

He broke our kiss, whispering, “Oh fuck,” and then went for my shirt, practically yanking it off my body. He wrapped his big arms around my thinner torso, his right hand sliding up my back and feeling the ridges of my muscles, pulling me tighter so our naked chests were pressed tight. His head came down and started sucking on my neck, it felt so good I let out a whimper of pleasure and his left hand traveled down into the waistband of my Hanes white briefs, his big hand instantly palming my ass cheek and giving it a squeeze that combined with his sucking on my neck I couldn’t help but let out a moan that sounded exactly like a girl and I had to reel it in so no one else in the house could hear us.

Tank didn’t seem to care, and it was like he was trying to make me moan. He sucked harder on my neck, and his meaty fingers found my tight pucker and started rubbing it hard in a circular motion, sending pulses of pleasure into my guts. It reminded me how much I loved it both times Aley was inside me, but in a moment of clarity, I remembered how awkward we were with each other after, and didn’t need that from Tank. I moaned again as he added pleasure, “Ungh, fuck,” I groaned. Then added, “I’m not…gay, Tank.”

He stopped sucking on my neck and whispered, “That’s ok, just relax,” and pushed harder on my hole. That was all the confirmation I needed to let this continue. Though I don’t think I would’ve stopped it if he responded differently. He could’ve called me every name in the book, and I would’ve justified it in my head to continue.

I reached down and undid my belt, getting my pants undone in record time, shoving them to the ground, along with my underwear, and I felt Tank growl on my neck, knowing I was now naked with the exception of my socks. He pulled his face out of my neck and kissed me again for a minute, this one less aggressive, more passionate. Both his hands were roaming the hollow of my back, eventually settling on my ass cheeks, lifting me so I had to stand on the tips of my toes, and he walked me over to his bed without breaking the kiss. Setting me down and leaning over me as we slowly relaxed onto the mattress, his weight pressing down on me for the first time, was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I felt petite for the first time in my life, and the heat radiating from his massive body felt like a comforting blanket. I instinctively spread my legs and let him relax between them as his elbows planted on both sides of my head, and he wrapped his arms around my skull, holding me tight as he kissed me and started grinding against me.

With his pants undone, each rock of his hips slid them further down his ass, and I could feel the heat of his hard dick rutting against me through the thin fabric of his boxers. The memory of his seven cut inches in my mouth a few weeks ago made me reach down, shoving his boxers over his slightly hairy ass. He quickly reached down, freeing the waistband off his hard dick, shoving the boxers and jeans further down his legs below his knees, and he shimmied his legs under mine, his big knees straddling my ass, and my legs dangled over his tree trunk thighs. He continued kissing me, now sliding his naked dick up and down my crack, over my hole, and grinding against my balls. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him even tighter to me as I moaned into his mouth.

My body seemed to just know what to do in this moment, something my brain had never even fantasized about; it was like this was something I had been needing for a long, long time. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked in a desperate whisper.

He trailed kisses down my neck and back up to my ear, his lips against the cartilage. He grumbled, “Do you want me to fuck you?” Then his hips grinded against me again, his dick sliding down my crack over my needy hole again.

“Mmm…if you want to,” I tried desperately not to be in charge of this decision. I was not ready to admit to him or myself how much I wanted this.

“Oh, I want to fuck you. I want to feel you give yourself to me, Dillon. Will you give your hole to me?” His breath was warm on my ear, all of his words melting my brain even more.

I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, hooking my heels on the top of his ass, and pulled him into me, “it’s yours,” I breathed out. I expected him to do exactly like Aley had done and just stick it in. Instead, he sat up straight, spreading my legs, and he let a string of saliva drip from his mouth directly into the crevice of my ass cheeks as he held my ankles as wide as they could possibly spread. The warm liquid dribbled down, but before it went too far, Tank's dick caught it and smeared it over my hole as he rocked his hips expertly to land directly on my hole. He teased it a little, his flared head perfectly on my pucker, both of us desperate for him to penetrate me.

I squirmed on the bed that smelled like him, nervous because he’s considerably bigger than Aley and that was a strain on my hole, but my horniness was overriding my fear, trying to make my hole relax and let him in. I heard myself let out a whimper as he added pressure with the head, but not enough to actually breach my tight sphincter.

He kept my right leg spread wide and put my left ankle on his massive shoulder. He leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out some lube and a condom. The lube quickly popped open with a flick of his thumb, then he pumped a dollop onto my hole. Then he smeared it with his finger, circling clockwise, and with each revolution, he added more pressure with the pad of his middle finger until the circles got smaller and smaller toward the center and started pushing in. My hole puckered, but then relaxed as he pushed. The first knuckle was thick. It was such a weird feeling to have Tank’s middle finger, one he’s shown me as a hand gesture a million times, now buried in my ass and giving me a tingle of pleasure as the knuckles move in and out of my hole, gently brushing over my prostate and letting me know more pleasure is on its way.

Once he was able to easily slide two of his thick fingers in and out of my hole, he pulled out and ripped open the condom. He put my other ankle on his shoulder so he could use both hands to roll the condom down his shaft and lube himself up. “You ready?” He asked, leaning forward and putting his weight on my legs. Stretching my hamstrings in a way I’ve never stretched before. He reached down and lined his condom coverd cock up with my hole. He swirled the tip in tiny circles, tempting me to open up for him.

“Have you ever done this before?” Tank asked, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded, unable to lie. “Alessandro?” He asked. 

I nodded again. Then I added, “Not like this, though.” Hoping he understood what I meant and didn’t discourage him. Also hoping I didn’t need to go into any more details because my brain was foggy and hyper-focused on feeling him enter me.

He smiled, “Just relax,” and started pushing at my hole.

The head popped in with a forceful nudge; the unpleasant sting that followed was way worse than it was with Aley. The next inch only spread that fire into my guts, and I couldn’t help but grunt in pain. I clenched my teeth and tried to push him back, my hands on his naked waist, my legs folded up by my chest, which made it impossible to get any leverage. I groaned, “Ahhh…fuck, dude, no, wait, it’s too big,” I tried not to shout.

He chuckled, leaned between my legs, and kissed me. “Just relax, Dillon. You wanted this, remember?” He kept slowly sinking inches into my hole. I wouldn’t call it a feeling of being ripped open; it was too slow for that, it was more like fiery poops in reverse, and the sting in my guts was like someone took a taser to my insides, like being kicked in the nuts and punched in the stomach all at once.

“Ungh…I don’t think I can handle it, you’re big, dude.” I whined. Then I felt his pushing stop as his hips rested against my ass.

“You’re already taking it, Dillon. I’m going to hold it here until you get used to it,” he kissed me. “Then I’m going to fuck you like you need to be fucked,” he kissed me again.

Having no idea what that meant, my mind swirled, and I tried to breathe through the sting as it slowly became a dull pain, and I could feel his cock flexing inside me. That was a feeling I enjoyed. He gave me a test thrust, just an inch in and out, and I groaned, “Ahh…wait, wait, fuck,” I whimpered.

He kissed me again, this time, parting my lips with his tongue, and shifted his body so my knees were even closer to my shoulders and I could feel his freshly trimmed bush scratching my ass. His warm thighs hugged my hips as his tongue probed my mouth. My breathing started to sync up with his, and I felt the cock in my ass slowly retreat and then gently push in again. This time it felt pretty good, like a bigger version of how it felt to have Aley inside me, and my groan as he bottomed out inside me tapered into a warm hum in his mouth.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight as he took that as a sign to start pumping inside me. The thrusting was intense at first, even though it was gentle. Tank is significantly thicker than Aley, and each new thrust was stretching me wider than I’ve ever felt, deeper by at least an inch, but the pressure from his girth on my prostate was quickly making it all feel really good.

“You’re so tight,” Tank broke our kiss and continued his gentle, shallow thrusts. His forehead resting on mine.

“Ungh, yeah, ahh…it’s, you’re bigger than Aley,” I struggled to say. Feeling like I just betrayed Aley, but I felt incredibly vulnerable in this position, and “Mmm…that feels good though,” I confessed some more.

“Your ass feels so good,” he whispered, pulling out a little further and pumping his hips into me a little deeper.

“Ahhh, fuck, Tank, take it easy, dude,” I groaned, feeling his head hit deeper into my guts than I’ve ever felt.

He chuckled and kissed me some more, his mouth engulfing mine as he teased my tongue with his and changed up the angle his cock thrust into me. This hit my prostate a little harder, and I let out a moan as I felt precum pump from what I realize is my rock-hard dick rubbing on his stomach. I couldn’t reach it since my arms were outside his massive arms, but I could rock my hips up with each of his thrusts so my cock head would slide along his stomach in the same way I rubbed it on my sheets the last time Aley fucked me, but this was even better.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, Dillon, work that hole on my dick,” Tank mumbled and started rocking his hips harder into me. 

I hadn’t realized I was ‘working’ my hole, but arching my ass took some muscle flexing, and I really wanted to get more pleasure on my dick head, and rocking my ass to meet his thrusts was just an added bonus pleasure inside my hole that…”Fuck that feels good,” I mumbled, realizing I could get even more pleasure from each of his thrusts by clenching my ass so my prostate could feel even more ridges of his dick.

“Yeah, you like that?” He asked, thrusting longer strokes into me.

“Ungh…feels so good,” I managed to mumble between thrusts.

“Better than Aley?” He asked, sitting up, spreading my legs apart with his big hands on my ankles as he pushed all of his cock deep into my tight hole and held it there.

I wasn’t prepared for that question. “Mmmm, it feels so good.” I opened my eyes to see a dewy, naked Tank between my legs, looking down at me with a huge grin on his face.

He dropped my ankles, and my legs dangled in the air as he leaned over me again. Planking above me, inches from my face, “Have you been with a lot of guys?”

I shook my head ‘no’ and he gave me a gentle thrust. “Mmm, just you and Alessandro,” I confessed.

He kissed my lips, then trailed kisses down my cheek to my neck, giving me another painfully slow, long thrust until he bottomed out. “Whose sex do you like better, mine or Alessandro's?” He nibbled my ear.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. His obsession with Aley was weird, and I would have given it more thought before answering, but then he gave me a hard thrust, “Ungh, fuck.”

“Tell me,” he insisted somewhat playfully.

I chuckled again, “It’s different. Hard to say.”

He gently pulled his dick out until the tip was barely in my hole, then slowly pushed all of his inches back in, “Mmm…different how?”

“Ahhh…fuck,” the irritation of my anal walls was more pronounced now that he was slowing his thrusting. “Your lube burns a little bit,” I heard myself confess.

He chuckled, gently rocking his hips, “Does Alessandro have a special lube?” He held his cock deep inside me, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know, the first time we used spit, ngh…the second time we used lube, but neither time did it burn,” I scrunched up my face. Trying to focus on the part that feels good, his thickness pressing on my prostate.

He scrunched up his face at me, “You used spit, and that didn’t burn?”

“We were pretty drunk, it just kinda happened,” I said, trying not to moan in pleasure as his cock flexed inside me.

He propped himself up on his hands, his eyes got huge, “Did you let him hit it raw?”

“Huh?” I couldn’t wrap my mind around what he was asking.

He leaned in, arching his ass out and then thrusting into me, his cock pegging my guts as he groaned and kissed me. “Did you let him fuck you without a condom?” He bit my lower lip gently, and I just nodded. “Do you want me to fuck you…without a condom, too?” He licked my upper lip and flexed his cock inside my ass.

“Mmm…if you want to,” I said.

He reached down, pulled his cock out of my ass, then slipped it right back in. This time it slid inside me nice and smooth. “Ohhh…fuck yeah,” He moaned. “That feels real good. You like that?” I nodded. The next couple of thrusts were slow, but I felt his cock get even harder, noticeably thicker with each thrust. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” I mumbled, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair and pull him in for another kiss. He started digging deeper with each thrust and moaning in my mouth, breathing in my moans.

He fucked me for a few more minutes and broke our kiss, keeping our rhythm. “Does Alessandro pull out when he cums?” He asked breathless, his forehead on mine.

I spread my legs even wider for him to get deeper, and moaned between thrusts, “He…just…cums,” I managed to get out.

“Inside you?” Tank asked, his dick noticeably thicker, his thrusts shorter, his breathing strangled.

“Yeah,” I nodded, feeling my toes curl in the air as his body moved on top and inside of mine.

“Want me to cum in you, too?” he asked, his thrusting erratic.

“If you want,” I breathed out, feeling my hole stretched to the limits as Tank's dick slid like a silk rod in and out of my hole. He leaned in and kissed me hard, his hands wrapping around my head as he continued to plank above me and pound his hips into mine. He moaned into my mouth, and I felt my hole stretch even more as his dick seemed to get thicker inside me. He slammed into me and his body stiffened, he inhaled sharply, and I felt his cock twitch deep inside me. The wet warmth spread into my bowels as small tremors escaped his rigid body, and he let out whimpers into my mouth as I absorbed his orgasm as my own intense pleasure. The twitching of his cock stopped, and his torso seemed to relax onto me. He kissed me sensually for a second, catching his breath between kisses, and then finally broke his lips away from mine and sat up straight.

“Holy shit,” he huffed and grinned at me. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, and then his hands came down on my outstretched legs. He massaged my thighs and nodded toward my dick. “Are you going to cum?”

Horny as all hell, I reached for my dick and started stroking it. His cock was still inside my hole, deflating quickly, but he added his thumbs to massage the spot under my balls, and with just a few strokes, I was already feeling my balls tighten. I pounded harder and faster, not caring one bit that Tank was watching me jerk off with his cock in my ass. The feeling of his dick in my cum coated hole was insane as I got closer to blowing my load. He rocked his hips, and his semihard cock nudged a little deeper back into me, and it pushed me over the edge. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, feeling my muscles tighten, my balls tighten, my legs wrapped around his waist as my orgasm started from the tip of his cock inside me and shot out of my cock, spurt after spurt of hot cum splashing onto my abs as I desperately held in a loud moan. I pumped the last of my load out over my fist and finally relaxed back onto his mattress, completely spent.

He slowly pulled his dick from my ass. I watched as he stood, grabbed some napkins off his desk, and handed me a couple. Then wiped his cum slicked cock off with a couple of napkins. The second I was done cleaning up, I felt that guilt sink in. It really struck me when I sat up and felt the squishy, cold, used condom stick to my inner thigh as I stood up. I pinched it and crumpled it into my cum covered napkins, tossing it all into the trash before the smell of the latex grossed me out too much.

The idea that I touched a condom that was on another dudes dick was like taking a cold shower. Even more so as I thought about how I did the stupid thing of letting him do it without a condom. I’ve seen Tank pull girl after girl over the time I’ve known him, and he didn’t shy away from hooking up with me, so God only knows how many guys he’s been with…and I just let him fuck me like that.

I pulled on my underwear, then my jeans, quickly zipping up. My shirt was somehow halfway across the room, but I pulled that on just as quickly. Tank didn’t even bother to get dressed, just lay back down on the bed naked. “I’m going to go sleep on the couch,” I said, pointing a thumb over my shoulder toward the door.

“Ok,” he shrugged, half asleep already.

“I just…don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea,” I felt the need to explain.

He chuckled, “Go sleep on the couch, Dillon. We don’t need to have a feelings conversation.”

“Right,” I felt myself blushing. Then I unlocked his bedroom door, peeking into the hallway to make sure none of the other guys were out there. I gave Tank’s naked body one last look, then quietly walked out and closed the door. I noticed the light was on under the door across the hall; hopefully, he didn’t hear us.

I tiptoed down the stairs and got back on the couch, lying down like I had been there all night. Between the weed and the sex, my brain was fried for the night, so it didn’t take me long to pass out, and despite the lumpy couch, I slept like a baby.