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Sitting On My Buddy’s Lap 05
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Chapter 5: Ass Man
He was fully pressed against me now, his height letting his hardening manhood rest higher on my lower back. Firm and heavy. Impossible to ignore. I pushed my hips back just an inch, testing what he was willing to do in public.
He reacted instantly, grinding forward with a slow measured motion, like he had been waiting for that cue. I felt his breath again at my neck. Warm. Careless. Intimate. I felt like one of the girls he had seduced countless times in front of me. I never realized what it felt like to be on this side of it.
He held me close, in front of everyone.
I let myself rest against him.
He was back in.
He suddenly spun me around and shouted over the music. “Let’s get out of here.”
I smiled.
On the walk home, he touched every part of me except holding my hand.
We burst through the front door of the frat house and saw two of the guys chilling on the couch, watching a movie. We breezed past them without a word, and I saw them give each other a look as I followed Seth up the stairs to his room.
Once we got inside, he practically threw me down on the bed. He paused, like he was thinking about something.
He sat down next to me, slowly. He brushed his hand against mine once, like he was testing what I would respond to. I froze for a second. He waited, then did it again, slower this time, letting his fingers drag lightly across the back of my hand.
At the bar, his hands were all over me, but here, in private, it was like he was afraid of how far we might go. He was playing with me, with a light smile on his face. The tension was higher now, for whatever reason. Every touch was more tingly to me. His hand reached for my thigh.
Me legs tightened on instinct.
He noticed right away.
“You’re jumpy,” he said quietly, his voice lower than normal.
“You’re touching my thigh,” I said, trying to keep my voice flat, even though my pulse picked up.
He smirked. “Yeah.”
He set his hand on my thigh fully this time. His palm pressed warm through the fabric just high enough to shoot a sensation straight up my spine. My muscles tensed under his touch.
His thumb brushed slow, steady circles against my leg.
He exhaled slowly, like he was about to say something.
“I’ve been… curious,” he said. His voice cracked a bit, exposing his nerves. “When you sat on my lap in the car… and I reacted like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That shouldn’t have done anything to me.”
I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. “But it did.”
“It did,” he echoed. He didn’t blink. His eyes stayed locked on mine, raw and unfiltered. “I like a girl’s ass. I shouldn’t like a guy’s. But you… it felt good. Really good.”
Hearing him say it out loud made my stomach flip. Heat shot down my spine. His knee pressed harder into mine.
My voice sounded rough when I spoke. “I liked… helping you last night,” I said. “I liked doing that for… a bigger guy. You guys always made me feel a certain way, since I’m on the smaller side of the meat tanks in this frat. And it was actually… hot helping you get off.”
I looked up in his eyes, as I felt heat rush into my face. It was hard to admit that, but it was time. The look he was giving me matched my own.
“This isn’t gay,” he said, voice suddenly gruff and low. “We were just testing it.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s not gay.”
“Are you drunk?” he said, like he wanted one last check that something else might be controlling us.
“I only had a coke,” I said, the corner of my lip curling.
“Me too,” he said, our smiles dropping as we looked down at each other’s bodies.
We leaned in slowly, like physics was pulling us together. Our knees pressed together firmly now. His hand tightened on my thigh. My body leaned toward him without thinking. Our breaths mixed. I felt the heat of him on my lips even before we actually closed the distance.
“So we can test it again,” he said. His fingers squeezed the inside of my thigh tightly. “Prove we’re not gay.”
I chuckled at the absurdity of it, but my pulse hammered in my chest. Every part of my body felt hot. I nodded.
“Yeah,” I said. “Test it again.””
We lunged at each other, racing to strip each other down. His breathing picked up instantly. I saw his chest rise and fall faster. After he got my shirt off, he dragged his eyes down my torso for a split second before meeting my gaze again. The look he gave me made my chest feel tight. Hungry. Nervous. Completely turned on. My heartbeat thudded in my ears. I felt like I was about to lose my virginity, to a big, strong man.
When we were both down to our underwear, he pulled me up again, and we sat facing each other, knees touching. He held the back of my head, and brought our foreheads together. I felt the heat from his breath, the electricity of being so close. It was one last layer before we could cross the line into whatever this was between us.
He started touching himself lightly through his underwear, fingers dragging over the fabric in a slow, steady motion. His large firmness pushed against the cotton, straining so hard it looked like it wanted to rip them open. I wanted to see that thing again, fully.
I touched myself too, matching his rhythm, our bodies syncing without us talking about it. His eyes dropped to my hand, then shot back up to my face, like he couldn’t let himself look too long. His breathing got heavier, his chest rising quicker each time.
His hand drifted toward me. A hesitation lasted barely a second.
Mine drifted toward him.
I wrapped my hand around his dick through the fabric. Even though I had touched him before, this felt different. We weren't making up excuses. We were doing what we wanted. He felt even bigger this time. Hotter. I felt the shape of him perfectly through the thin cotton, thick and pulsing. I squeezed gently. His entire body reacted.
He inhaled sharply and his hips jerked forward. He tensed everywhere, his thighs, his stomach, his shoulders. The shockwave of pleasure hit him so visibly that I felt it in my own chest. His hand gripped my thigh just to steady himself.
And when he exhaled again, it wasn’t stable. It was shaky, like he was trying to hold back a sound he didn’t want me to hear.
“Fuck,” he breathed, barely audible.
He pushed me gently backward onto the bed.
“Let me try something,” he whispered.
Before I could answer, he got between my thighs, slid my underwear down, and wrapped his mouth around me.
My whole body jerked.
“Holy— Seth…”
He didn’t flinch. He went slow at first, then deeper, his wet, warm, velvet tongue dragging along every inch of my shaft. I shoved my hands into his hair instinctively.
He took his mouth off me for a second to say, "I just always wanted to try this," then dove his head back down onto me.
It felt filthy and wrong and perfect.
I noticed that the door was still open. I was scared someone would walk in, but that fear made it hotter.
He moaned around my length and repositioned his body, letting his dick press against my arm. He had taken off his underwear at some point. I grabbed his large meat and stroked him, feeling how hard he was, returning a portion of the pleasure he was giving me.
I almost went over the edge, but he took a break at the perfect time to lick my balls, before moving back up to slowly nurse my steely hardness.
He started going deep, taking more of me in his throat. His saliva ran down my balls. His hand pressed on my taint, and he even teased my hole lightly.
“Oh gah… oh… ooooohhhh…” I gasped.
Then Chris suddenly walked by our open door. Seth was too busy going ham on me nether regions to notice.
Chris froze.
His jaw dropped.
I made eye contact with him for a moment, fear on my face.
But, he spun around and left immediately.
I can worry about that later.
The only thing I cared about was Seth’s mouth.
He moved lower again, replacing his mouth with slow, warm pressure from his fist that made my legs shake. He kissed along the inside of my thighs, then lifted my legs gently, opening up my butt cheeks. I felt exposed and wanted. His hands gripped the backs of my thighs and guided me onto my stomach, flipping me over with ease.
Eighties music started playing somewhere in the house, as he squeezed my butt cheeks firmly and confidently, before softening his touch to trace along my skin with his mouth. His hands spread me open again, not forcefully but like he wanted to see all of me. The air against my hole made me shiver, but he soon covered it with his mouth, inserting his warm tongue into me.
I felt desired in a way I had never felt before, especially from a big, strong friend like him. He kissed and explored my hole and my cheeks. His mouth was gentle but his hands were rough as they groped and played with me, his breath warm against me, his tongue making circles on my hole and jamming deep inside. When he pulled my cheeks apart again, he paused, watching my hole tense on its own, as he gave a quiet laugh under his breath.
"Nice," he said as he pushed both his thumbs at my hole, gently opening me up.
He pushed his tongue in slowly at first, then deeper, exploring me like he had found some inner confidence. He had done this before with a girl. My whole body tensed and loosened in waves. The soft, wet pressure sent a shock through me, a full‑body shiver that started in my lower back and rolled upward. Bold, filthy, foreign, but warm enough that my muscles unclenched on instinct.
I melted into his blanket and let my body surrender to whatever skilled thing he was doing with his mouth. I humped the bed gently, unable to stop myself, pushing my hips back into his face. My body rocked the motions he was making against me with his face. His hands held my hips steady while I pressed back, wanting more with every slow, wet stroke of his tongue.
I could hear him jerking off while he made out with my ass, the wet sounds syncing with every forceful circle of his tongue. The way he breathed through his nose told me he was fully into it, lost in it. I had never been on the receiving end of that kind of hunger before. It made my whole body heat up. I guess he really was just an ass guy.
I pushed myself up onto all fours, planting my hands into his blanket and lowering my face so my back arched naturally. I started jerking myself too, my hand matching the pace of how his tongue moved. My breathing got louder, mixing with his. Every time he slid his tongue down to my balls, it sent a jolt through my stomach. He only stayed there for a moment, almost like he had done it by accident, before going right back to my hole. His saliva dripped down in warm streaks, making each lick smoother and deeper.
My hips rocked back into his face without me even thinking. His hands clamped down on my cheeks, spreading me wider so he could get in at a better angle. The way he held me made my arms shake.
Then the air on my ass changed. His tongue left me. His hands slid up my back. I felt him stand. The mattress dipped under his weight shifting.
Before I could turn around, he grabbed my hips and pressed the thick head of his dick against my hole. The contact made me gasp. He pushed forward just enough for the tip to slip past the surface, not fully inside, but enough that my whole body seized up in shock.
He leaned over me, chest to my back, his pecs pressing me down by my shoulder blades to hold my body against the blanket, one hand suddenly around my neck, showing me his strength. His other hand guided himself, rubbing slow, heavy circles with his tip against my hole, until he pushed the whole thing into me in one thrust.
His whole body weight settled onto me as I exhaled in a strange comfort and pleasure. His warmth covered me completely, and his dick was filling me up, suddenly rearranging my organs, but I was so close to the edge and so loose from the rimjob that it only added to the pleasure. The pressure of him on top of me was an intense addition to it all. It was like a new kink I was discovering.
A sudden rush hit me, heat and adrenaline and even a little panic.
"I'm cumming," he said, and I felt his body tense as he stayed frozen deep inside me. I felt his hot seed release as his girth pulsed in my guts, and I was over the edge too as his movements made my body rub against the blanket. I ruined his bedspread as I felt my hole twitch around him. We stayed like that, pulsing together, his weight on top of me, his breath on my neck, for a full minute before the last of our juices were expelled.
He leaned back, pulling out of me slowly. It was a strange sensation to have something that big removed from my ass, almost as bizarre as feeling it go in.
He stood and rubbed the last bit of white juice against my butt cheek, and gave the other one a smack, before I rolled onto my back. He looked down at me, wiping spit and sweat off his face, his other hand still on his dick as he made an unsure half smile.
"I guess I'm just an ass guy."
Comments
LunarisX0
Yes! This was the payoff I've been reading and hoping for! Thanks, Cody!
Ja'Quan Morris
👍🏾
