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Byron - Senior Ball
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 03:19:26 +0000 UTC***All Characters are 18+***
Being in the closet all of high school was easy for me. I found internet chat rooms around the same time my balls dropped, and it only took a few nights of “cyber sex” to confirm what I suspected: I like guys.
I had lost my virginity to a guy at a nearby college as soon as I got my driver's license, and it became a regular thing for a while. Not any kind of relationship, just sex every few weeks. Always safe. It might be the year 2000, but I’m not trying to explain to my parents I got an STD…or worse, THE STD, because I was having unprotected gay sex. Jesus…I can’t even imagine what that conversation would look like, but I’m sure I’d rather throw myself in front of a moving freight train before I had to have it.
I turned 18 in the fall of senior year, and by the time the Senior Ball came around, I was very much looking forward to a night of debatchery and partying with my friends. What I hadn’t planned for was for all of my boys to be in relationships and hoping to lose their virginities after the dance. They have no idea I am gay, and they tried to convince me that I wanted to lose my virginity that night, too. Joke’s on them, I’ve already had five different sexual partners, three of them involved anal sex. Alas, I did get myself a date for the ball and went through all of the formalities in preparation for the night. My parents bought me a tailored suit, paid for a limo, and all the bells and whistles.
The night before, I found myself up late in Yahoo Chat Rooms, deep in the "Men Seeking Men" section, specifically with guys in my area, chatting with a guy who sounded incredibly sexy through conversation.
It turns out he lives about forty-five minutes from where I live, which is within my limit for meeting up with strangers online. He suggested we meet at a hotel off the highway, which is about twenty minutes from where I live.
Omar: Why don’t we meet there tomorrow night?
Me: Oh, I have plans tomorrow night.
Omar: Hahaha, I’ve heard that before. Let me guess, you’re “washing your hair?”
Me: Hahahaha, no, I’m not blowing you off, I swear.
Omar: I wouldn’t mind if you blew me.
Me: How big are you?
Omar: 8 inches. How big are you?
Me: I’m 6 inches, but on the thicker side.
Omar: And you said you are down for sucking, would you be down for fucking?
Me: Definitely down for sucking. Not sure about fucking. Are you trying to fuck or get fucked?
Omar: I can only fuck, don’t get fucked.
Me: I have only done anal a few times; usually I do the fucking.
Omar: Do you like getting fucked?
Me: It’s ok.
Omar: Well, I’d like to get a hotel room, but if you don’t want to have sex, we could just blow each other in the backseat of my car. Save some cash.
Me: hahaha, as fun as that sounds, I still have plans tomorrow night.
Omar: Oh, right, what was it, balancing your checkbook?
Me: No, we have our Senior Ball tomorrow night.
There was a long pause.
Omar: How old are you?
Me: I’m 18. How old are you?
Omar: 32. Is that ok?
Me: It doesn’t bother me as long as you’re sexy.
Omar: I’m 6’3”, 220, black, in good shape. What about you?
Me: I’m 6', 135, black, pretty lean.
Omar: Damn, I might break you in half if you let me fuck you.
Me: hahaha
Omar: Are you going stag to the ball?
Me: No, I have a date.
Omar: Are you taking her back to the hotel after?
Me: hahaha, God, I hope not. I’ll probably drop her off and then go home to jerk off, thinking of you.
Omar: Why don’t you meet me at the hotel after?
Omar: We don’t have to have sex, but you should at the very least treat me to some frotting and swallowing my load.
Me: hahaha, that’s generous of me.
Me: Seriously, though, I don’t think I can commit to any of that. Maybe another time?
Omar: When was the last time you let a guy fuck you?
Me: during the summer, so…shit, more than 8 months ago.
Omar: How was it?
Me: It was ok, I guess.
Omar: Did he wear a condom?
Me: Of course, I’m not stupid!
Omar: hahaha, have you always used condoms?
Me: Of course, I’m not stupid.
Omar: Hahahahahaha, I guess that answers my next question.
Me: What’s that?
Omar: If you would let me go in raw.
Me: No way, that’s so unsafe.
Omar: Yeah, but it feels so good!
Me: Ha, I’m pretty sure that line is how I became an uncle when I was 13.
Omar: Oh, you have an older brother?
Me: Older sister.
Omar: She let a guy fuck her raw?
Me: Yeah, and it ruined her life.
Omar: Well, I won’t get you pregnant if you let me do it.
Me: Hahaha, nah. Even if I could meet up with you, and we fucked, I’d say you have to wear a condom.
Omar: I thought you wanted to feel my dick inside your tight little hole?
Me: I do, but I also want to be safe.
Omar: What are you afraid of? I don’t have anything. Plus, it feels better for you, too.
It was getting late, and I was turned on by the idea and started playing into his fantasy.
Me: How much better?
Omar: You’ve never been fucked until you’ve let a man in you unwrapped. Silky skin against silky warm skin. Each thrust pumps his dick up a little more, stretching you out until the pleasure makes your eyes roll into the back of your head and you both boil over, your cum shooting between you as he shoots inside you.
I was tugging my dick in my boxers, reading and rereading what had to be the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me.
Me: Damn, that does sound hot.
Omar: You have no idea.
Omar: How do you like to get fucked?
Me: What do you mean?
Omar: What position? Do you like to get railed or do you want to be treated like a princess?
Me: I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve only had quickies with the exception of the time I lost my virginity.
Omar: You like a quickie?
Me: I guess. I mean, when I was doing the fucking, it didn’t last long hahaha.
Omar: Hahaha, I know the feeling. Sometimes all you got in you is a few good pumps, and it’s over.
Me: Do you last long?
Omar: It really depends.
Me: On what?
Omar: How tight your ass is, how long it’s been since I last fucked or jerked off, if you let me fuck you raw.
I couldn’t help but continue stroking myself, and the constant suggestion that I let him fuck me without a condom was really turning me on…even though I would never go through with it.
Me: So if I let you fuck my tight ass raw, you’d be a two pump chump?
Omar: hahaha, at least three pumps. I have good control hahaha.
Me: What do you mean?
Omar: I mean, I’d want to bust in two pumps, but I have good control over it and would force myself to a third pump.
Omar: A joke, of course. I do have good control, but I haven’t blown my load in three pumps since high school.
Me: Phew. It’s not worth taking my boxers off for three pumps hahaha.
Omar: I promise, if you let me hit it raw, I’d make it last.
Me: I believe you.
Omar: Does that mean you’re going to meet up with me?
My heart was racing almost as fast as my hand was flying up and down my cock.
Me: hahaha, I don’t know, man.
Omar: Come on, you don’t want to be the only guy not getting laid after the ball, do you?
That approach did catch me by surprise, pushing a button of wanting to be like “every other guy” that I always had to hide.
Me: I definitely want to get laid.
Omar: Well, my cock is up for it.
Me: Mine too hahaha
Omar: Are you stroking right now?
Me: Yeah
Omar: Stop it.
Me: Why?
Omar: Because I want to make you cum for me in person.
I licked my lips and took my hand off my cock.
Me: I can’t promise I’ll even be in the mood tomorrow.
Omar: You’ll be in the mood if you stop jerking it right now.
Me: I’ll stop, but I’m probably going to end up going home after the ball and jerking off.
Omar: Do you have a cell phone?
Me: Yeah, but I’m not giving out my number.
Omar: That’s ok, here’s my number XXX-XXX-XXXX. I have free minutes after 7 pm. I assume you’ll be shaking your little booty on the dance floor still, but you can send me a text message and let me know if you’ve changed your mind.
Me: Ok, I have it. But don’t wait on me, I’ll feel bad.
Omar: I won’t, but I have high hopes.
With that in mind, I signed off and stored his number in my phone. I refrained from jerking off. I hoped that if I didn’t jerk off, maybe I’d be able to put out with my date if push came to shove.
I got into my fancy suit, wearing a pair of Jockey trunks underneath so my junk didn’t flop around while I danced. We had a lot of fun. Jerol brought a flask that we all kept sneaking sips from, getting just enough of a buzz to feel goofy, but not get “whiskey dick” for the after party. I brought a blunt that I was going to share with the guys, but couldn’t find the right time to pull it out.
By 10:30 pm, people were starting to leave. Especially the guys who already were having sex with their girlfriends, they had a guaranteed thing for the night. The boys and I shared a limo, so on the way out, we dropped two couples off at Jerol’s house since his parents were out for the night, and they were treating it like a brothel. I had the limo take me and my date to her house, just to drop her off.
On the ride to her house, we passed right by the motel Omar wanted me to meet him at, and those thoughts I had running in the back of my head since last night started playing loud in the foreground of my mind. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head, but the slight buzz, my horniness, and the knowledge that two of my best friends were having sex right now had my hormones rattling.
After dropping off my date, I lit my blunt. The limo driver pretended he didn’t notice, and I spent a couple of minutes letting the weed sink in as I text Omar.
Me: The dance is over.
He text me back almost instantly.
Omar: Meet me at the hotel?
My heart was racing. I loved meeting up with guys for sex, but this part always made me nervous. What if he were a murderer or something?
Me: Would you be able to give me a ride home?
Me: I can’t meet up if not.
Omar: Can I fuck you raw?
I swallowed hard. I took another hit and started texting back with shaking hands.
Me: You’re clean?
Omar: Yes.
Me: Ok, but you have to pull out before you cum.
I put out my blunt, got in the limo, and told the driver to drop me off at the hotel. I checked my messages for the hundredth time and still hadn’t received a response from Omar yet. I was debating whether to get out of the limo or not, but the driver looked impatient, so I handed him the wad of cash my friends and I had pooled together as a tip and got out.
I watched the limo drive off and relit my blunt, taking some long drags, hoping to calm my nerves. I waited for more than fifteen minutes before I felt a buzz in my pocket.
Omar: Room 209
The motel was shaped like a rectangle, the parking lot surrounding the building, and had one entrance and exit. The backside was the “200” section, so I started slowly walking toward the back, my heart pounding out of my chest as I walked and smoked.
Knocking quietly, I had a last thought that I could turn and run, but decided against it the second the door opened and a very handsome man stood behind it with an award-winning smile. He looked younger than I thought he said he was; then again, I expected anyone who was in their 30s to look like my grandparents for some reason.
“Byron?” He asked, as if there was a chance a random black high school jock would be showing up at his door only minutes after he text.
I smiled, “Omar?”
He cocked his head to the side, suggesting I come in. I walked past him and did a scan around the room for…I guess a red flag, like a tarp to roll up my chopped-up body in when he was done murdering me. Instead, it was a very outdated, brown, and floral-print motel room with a funky scent. It was musty and damp at the same time. If I paid for this room, I’d be complaining. “I was getting nervous that you ditched me,” I said, letting my eyes meet his again.
He grinned, closing the gap between us and putting his hands on my shoulders. I guess he could see how tense and nervous I was as he started massaging my muscles. “No way. I don’t turn down tight ass,” he let his hands slide down my back and cup my butt.
I chuckled, looking up slightly at his lips. He must have read my mind because he quickly, but gently pressed them to mine. My nerves instantly calmed as I leaned into him. He had a refreshing taste. I’m sure I tasted like smoke, cheap whiskey, and the finger foods I ate at the ball. He must have just brushed his teeth before leaving to meet up with me.
We only kissed for a few minutes, letting our hands explore the shape of each other's bodies before he stepped back, crossing his arms and quickly pulling his shirt from the hem over his head. His body was amazing. I don’t know why, but when he said he was 220 lbs, I expected him to be a pot-belly bear, not a fit, sexy, beast of a man. I really wasn’t expecting the tent in his boxers to be so big. Maybe my dick isn’t as big as I thought it was?
I quickly chucked my suit jacket onto the other bed, then went for the buttons on my shirt, only undoing the first three, and then yanked it up over my head, pulling my undershirt with it. Giving him a show of my skinny muscles as he groped himself through his boxers.
He set a travel toiletries bag on the nightstand, unzipping it and glancing over at me as I toed my shoes off, then reached into my pockets. I didn’t bring my wallet with me since I wasn’t driving, but I pulled out the last of my cash, and a condom that was in my pocket just in case, and set both on the nightstand next to his bag. Then I went for my belt as his eyes met mine again. “You’re not going to make me wear that, are you?” He asked, flashing me that smile.
I kept undoing my belt and fly, letting the suit pants halfway down my boxer briefs, before I started carefully stepping out of them so they didn’t fall on the gross carpet. “I ummm…I mean, I have it,” I shrugged, tossing the pants onto the other bed with my jacket.
He closed the gap between us, his mouth trailing kisses from my shoulder up my neck as his hands traced the seams of my underwear and cupped my ass again. He moaned quietly into my neck and mumbled, “But we don’t need it, right?”
The pleasure he was already giving me was intoxicating. I was getting nervous, worried that if I insisted on the condom, he might call it off completely, and I really wanted this to happen. “I…I guess not.”
He pulled me tight to him, his tent pressing into my bulge; both of us were rock hard. “Mmm, good. I want to feel you so bad,” he started kissing me again as he hooked his thumbs into my underwear and slid the waistband down over my ass. His tongue explored my mouth as his hands squeezed and massaged my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth and grind my bulge against his. I let my hands travel down his back, feeling his muscles, letting my head swivel to get as much of his tongue into my mouth as possible. My right hand snuck into the fly of his boxers and I pulled out his enormous cock. He’s every bit of the 8” he claimed to be, thick too. I gave him a gentle tug, and he moaned into my mouth again, his hands clamped on my ass as he pulled my cheeks apart and made me moan right back.
He slid my boxers further down my thighs, my cock sprang free, and the head rubbed against his shaft. He broke our kiss for a second, licked his hand, and then went right back to kissing me as his now-wet fingers started circling my hole. I felt myself getting weak, my pucker getting excited for the penetration I was about to experience from the sexy guy. He slipped his middle finger into my hole, and I tried my best to let him in. I have my hand wrapped around his dick and know I promised him I’d let him push it into me if he paid for the hotel, but I can barely wrap my fingers around him. Wrapping my asshole around him is going to be intense.
When he slipped a second finger into me, my knees almost buckled, and I broke our kiss. I hummed as he pulled at my outer ring, gently stretching me. “Let’s get on the bed,” I suggested.
He pulled his fingers out of me, shoving his boxers to the ground, and hopped on the bed. Lying on his back, I got a good look at him, and my horniness cranked up to eleven. The guys I’ve hooked up with before were not even in the same league of how sexy he is.
I stepped out of my boxer briefs and got into bed. He reached out for me, pulling me by the wrist until I fell over onto my elbows. I chuckled, then reached out for his dick, which had softened just a little, so it was resting on his stomach. I gave it a few pumps, and it quickly stiffened back to sticking straight out again. His hand trailed up and down my spine, then started pushing on the back of my head and gently nudging me towards putting his flared tip in my mouth. I salivated at the scent of him and needed no extra encouragement. I licked up and down the shaft, following his thick vein from base to tip, then scooping up the drop of precum that had pooled on the head. He moaned and gently pushed my head further down. As soon as I opened my mouth and took him in, he stopped pushing, letting his hand back down my body.
His fingers entered my crack, then pulled away and came back wet, making me moan on his dick, and I felt it twitch in my mouth at the vibration. I bobbed up and down, and he inserted a finger, wiggling it in time with my mouth on his cock. He found my prostate pretty quickly and even quicker realized every time he pushed on it, I would moan on his cock, and he started playing my body like a video game controller. Up - down - left - right - prostate press, up - up - down - down - prostate push. His second finger only made it feel even better. When he got to the third finger, he broke out the lube from his little black bag and started fingering it into me, getting me well prepared to receive the cock that was already swelling in my mouth. Left - right - prostate, up - down - prostate, “Mmm, that feels good,” I pulled off his cock as I clenched my hole on his fingers.
“You ready for it?” He asked, pressing on my prostate again, stretching his three fingers apart, and spreading my hole.
“Mmmm, yeah,” I felt my horniness flow as my heart raced.
He slowly pulled his fingers from my hole and reached for the lube. I leaned back on my elbows to watch as he stroked his dick and smeared the lube all over his shaft. The shine only made it look bigger and more intimidating. I think he saw the hesitation in my eyes and quickly moved onto his knees, spreading my legs, and I fell flat on my back. His hips lined up with mine, his slick cock slid under my balls and over my lubed hole. I let out a groan as he leans over me, holding himself up, his muscles flexing as he grinds into me. His smile made me a little less nervous, and when he leaned in to kiss me, my concerns completely melted away.
He ramped up his grinding as his tongue slipped into my mouth, and we both moaned. I spread my legs, wrapping them around him so he could slip and slide up and down my crack with ease, giving us both a hint of pleasure.
When he reached down between us and lined up his cock with my hole, I remembered he was going to fuck me raw and clenched, breaking our kiss. “Ungh, wait, maybe we should use the condom,” I suggested.
He huffed, his forehead against mine, his cock drooling precum on my hole as the tip circled my pucker. “Byron, you’re going to love this, I promise,” he nudged the helmet into my pucker. The lube and precum make it easy to push through my tight ring.
“Ungh, ok, ok, just promise you’ll pull out when you cum,” I insisted as I felt a slick two inches push into me. I felt a rush of panic as the bare cock slid a little deeper into me. "Omar, ungh, wait, I can't let you do this. Mmmm…," I moaned in a pathetic protest as Omar slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again.
"Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," Omar whispered. Lifting my legs over his boulders for shoulders as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, starting to stretch my ass around his raw meat gently.
"Oh fuck…mmm,' I moaned, my toes curling with each new inch in my chute. The usual pangs of getting fucked were there, but they were being buried by the slickness of Omar's cock as he fucked me bareback, slow and sensual.
"Mmm, feel good?" Omar asked, taking all but an inch out of my ass and humping back into me just as smoothly. The lack of friction from his bare cock wasn’t lost on me. Each stroke slid smoothly over my prostate, and I rocked my hips to meet the thrust and get as much pressure as possible on that little button inside me. “Feels better without the condom, doesn’t it?” He glanced over at the nightstand.
My eyes glanced over to see where his were looking. The gold-wrapped condom was sitting on the last of my cash, glimmering in the lamplight from this angle. He thrust into me again, a little deeper this time, and I moaned. “So good, just…mmmm….don’t cum in me,” I started stroking my cock now that the pleasure was outweighing the pain. Each thrust started feeling so good, the ridges of his cock rumbling on my prostate, his thickness pushing my anal walls to their limit. My toes curled a little more.
He could see the pleasure on my face and tried to focus on bringing me closer to orgasm. Kissing my calf on his shoulder, he sank his cock even deeper and moaned. “Fuck, your ass is so tight,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last long,” he grinned, another thrust pushing my limits a little more than the last.
I pumped my cock faster, “It feels so good,” I panted. I’ve only had sex a few times, but never has it felt this good to get fucked. Never had a guy thrusting into me added to my own pleasure and brought me closer and closer to orgasm with each pump of his hips.
“You want the last few inches?” He asked, looking down in amazement at his cock sliding into my hole raw.
I nodded and groaned as he slammed his hips into my ass, his cock buried into my guts. “Ahhhh….fuck, mmmm,” I squealed, my head and shoulders lurching off the mattress as I pushed on his hips with my free hand, squeezing my dick tighter with my other.
He chuckled, slowly pulling his dick most of the way out of my ass and then gently pushing back into the hilt. “Byron, your ass is eating my cock,” he grinned as he watched his cock sink into my tight hole over and over.
I felt that electric feeling of his thrusts pummeling my prostate and moaned as I stroked even faster. "It feels so good…don’t stop," I breathed out in a half-moan, half-whimper of pleasure.
Omar fucked me harder and deeper, his muscles flexing as he held himself over me and pounded into my ass. "Yeah, I'm getting close," Omar warned, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, his hips clapping into my ass with each rhythmic thrust.
I was getting really close; I could feel my orgasm building. I could tell it was going to be the best of my life, and I wanted to feel what it was like to explode from getting fucked instead of jerking myself off after he shoots his load. "Fuck…mmmm, how close? This feels really good," I panted, pushing my legs against his shoulders, pumping my cock faster as he fucked me.
He looked me in the eyes, shook his head from one side to the other, and huffed, "Getting closer.” He thrust with his entire torso, digging deep into me and setting me on a fast track to blowing my load.
I breathed heavily. "Mmmm…Don't cum yet.” I pumped my cock, my toes in a constant state of curl behind his head.
He pulled back, his cock yanked from my hole, leaving me feeling empty as he breathed heavy. My state of shock and emptiness was easily read on my face, and he shook his head as he breathed a deep breath. "I got too close…had to stop so I didn’t bust in you."
I groaned, feeling my orgasm now feet away instead of inches, and the power simmering to the usual build up instead of what was promising to be spectacular. I watched as his breathing normalized and asked, “How close are you now?”
He grinned, leaned in, and kissed me as the head of his precum and lube-slicked cock nuzzled into my hole. "Pretty close," Omar hummed into my lips. “How close are you?”
“So close,” I breathed, feeling the pressure of his cock pushing inside my ring again, the girth taunting my prostate's edge. “Just slide it in me for a few more seconds, a few more pumps before you cum.” He pushed gently back into me, filling my hole again, and my horniness cranked right back up to overdrive. “Oh fuck,” I huffed and started pounding my cock.
“Feel good?” He grined, rocking those last two inches in and out of my ass.
“So good. Ungh…so good. It feels so good like this,” I panted, pumping my cock twenty times faster than his hip thrusts. “I want it to last as long as possible," I whispered between strokes.
A few more thrusts, and Omar was back to fucking me. I was on the edge so quickly, clenching my ass around his thick, raw meat and letting him drag it across my prostate even harder. He grunted and huffed, each thrust seeming to be a struggle for him, his pecs popping, his abs tight, his arms struggling to hold himself up as he swirled his hips and fucked a few more thrusts. He moaned, “Mmm…you feel so good.”
I was so close and needed him to push me over the edge, but didn’t want him to cum in me either. “How close are you now?" I asked as Omar’s thrusting lost its rhythm and became more powerful.
He groaned, buried his cock inside my ass, “Oh fuck…mmmm,” his breathing was labored as he held himself there. I kept pounding my cock and flexing my hole on his even thicker cock. His eyes got big when my hole clamped down on him, trying to get more pressure on my button. “Ungh…don’t…don't move," he huffed.
I couldn’t stop, I was too far along, and rocked my ass on his cock, pushing me over the edge, my balls tightening, and I stretched my legs against his torso as my ass cheeks gripped and pulled on his cock. He gently bit my calf and groaned, giving me one last thrust, all of his cock buried inside me, balls slapping my ass as he twitched inside me. His eyes closed, and I watched pleasure wash over his face as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass as he held himself stiff inside me. “You gotta stop…or I’m gonna nut in you,” Omar warned, his voice weak.
I was too horny, too far into the woods of pleasure to think clearly. I continued pounding my cock and rocking my ass on his for my own pleasure. Grinding my ass onto his hips, his girth puts pressure on my anal walls in all the right ways. “It feels so good,” I moaned.
"Careful,” he said, grinding into me, "I'm really close." His eyes kept going from mine to my cock, to his cock with my ass stretched around it, then back up to my eyes.
"How close?" I asked in a huff of pleasure and complete disregard for his warnings, pulling my ass up and sliding it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels, trying to burrow deeper with his cock.
He moaned, breathing heavily as his cock flexed inside me. "I don’t…mmmm…I don’t know, do you want to risk it?" He pulled his hips back a few inches and slammed them into me, the pleasure reverberating through my body like an earthquake of preorgasmic bliss.
"Just a few more thrusts, I’m so close," I breathed out, clamping my ass down on his cock again. He slid in and out for a few slow thrusts, then a few quick thrusts.
"I’m getting really close,” he warned, grinding hard into my ass, his cock stirring my guts.
"Don’t stop…not yet, please," I panted, fisting my cock and rocking my hips. My shoulders were in a permanent state of tightening, my head lifted off the bed as I got even closer to blowing my load.
He pulled out and slid back in again, breathing out profanities that were almost inaudible. His strokes are getting more and more erratic. "Fuck, Byron, your ass is so fuckin’ good." He slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep with a huff.
"Please don’t stop, I’m almost there," I clenched my ass on his next stroke so hard it pegged my prostate in the most incredible way. I heard myself moan louder than I ever had before.
“I’m on the edge, I can’t hold back much longer,” Omar warned again, each word punctuated with a hard thrust.
I was right there, right on the edge, “Don’t stop…I’m ‘bout to cum,” I stroked even faster.
"Ungh…keep fucking?" he asked, his dick getting thicker inside me with each strained thrust.
"Fuck, Omar,” I panted, “don't stop," I begged, all of my muscles flexing at once, and I felt my balls tighten.
"I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my closer to my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking, "Where do you want it?"
I was trembling in pleasure, in a state of pure bliss, "Cum inside me." The words came out in a breath as my body shook, and I felt my ass clamping down on his bare cock.
"Are you sure?” He thrust hard and deep, giving me one last warning, "I'm about to cum.” I didn't say anything, I just stroked myself, feeling an added pleasure as his cock swelled inside me. He moaned and closed his eyes. I felt his cock slam into me. Omar bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. That pushed more on my prostate, and I felt the explosion in my own balls boil over, dumping wad after wad of my hot load onto my abs as I felt his cock twitch inside me. "Oh fuck…Byron, OH FUCK,” he grunted with ragged breath as his cock pulsed inside me and his body twitched on my legs. Each tremor of his body pumps more cum out of my own balls. "I'm cumming," he whispered, jamming his cock deeper into me. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned and twitched inside me as I finished cumming all over myself. I could feel his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts, and the warmth of his load was radiating deep inside me.
I had felt the other guy's cum inside me, but I felt it through the condom, the squishiness of it captured by the latex. This was something else, this was wetting my guts, slicking up my insides with his juices so his cock could slide a little deeper with no friction, just pleasure. “Fuck,” I groaned, coming down from my orgasm, catching my breath.
After a few seconds, Omar pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating my outer ring with the last of his jizz. He rubbed it around my puffy pucker and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a few last strokes as he came down from his orgasm. "Can you feel it?" Omar asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock.
The sudden realization of what had just happened hit me like a Mack Truck. "Shit…Omar, fuck, oh fuck, pull it out," I pushed my legs against his torso with force. Omar slid his cock out of my ass with an audible plop. I stood up, naked, and walked quickly to the bathroom as Omar's cum started to drip out of my ass and dribbled down my leg.
I hopped into the shower, not letting the water heat up, and started using soap on my ass, trying to finger his cum out of my hole. I didn’t know what the right thing to do in this situation was. I was confused and shocked, quickly becoming angry with myself for what I had done. Ugh…for what I said. I wasn’t thinking, obviously. Why would I tell him to cum inside me? I rinsed and rinsed, but still felt like there was a gallon of cum inside me that I couldn’t do anything about.
When I finally got out of the shower, he was naked on the bed, asleep. I quietly got dressed and snuck out of the room. I flipped open my phone, not knowing who to call to pick me up. I thought about who was at the dance that drove themselves, who was also unlikely to get laid right now. There was only one person, a guy on my basketball team. Sure enough, he had just pulled onto his street and said he’d swing back through and pick me up. Now I just need to think of a reason to give him that he’ll believe, of why I’m at the sketchy motel, and it certainly can’t be the truth.
