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 With his love relationship with his classmate's mom in turmoil, a
heartbroken highschool senior spends the night with his best friend, who
has some shocking revelations of his own.  With mutual trust and affection,
the randy pair fulfill their mutual desire for backdoor passion.  Written
in my trademark purplish prose, this story of two young men being
initiiated into the most taboo act is approximately 16,000 words and is
coded M/M Anal

   Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 7

   On that following Friday, I was okay as long as I could pretend it was
just fun, or even fantasize that I was helping plan a romantic evening for
Elaine and myself, but the truth kept hitting me, and it hurt real bad.  I
was sitting in the Lunsford's kitchen, drinking Buzzo cola and Chipsy chips
with Ethan and watching the only woman I had ever slept with getting ready
to go out to another corporate function accompanied by some other man.  My
teeth ground and my jaw clenched again at the abhorrent thought, but I
willed my face to remain devoid of emotion as she scurried about, preparing
to leave.  Whenever she glanced my way, her expression towards me was
hesitant, almost painfully polite ~~ as it had been for the past two hours,
ever since I had arrived.  Once again, I suppressed a heavy sigh and
schooled my face into an impassive politeness.

   "Don't eat my ice cream," she half-heartedly warned, seeing Ethan
rummaging through the freezer.  "Remember the two of you are supposed to be
in training for sectionals."

   He made a face, dipping his finger into the creamy stuff when she wasn't
looking and holding it out to me.  I grinned, sucking his extended finger.
The icy sweetness helped drown the bitter taste in my mouth and the way I
was feeling about tonight.

   "Now, you boys are going to be as behaved as a church social, right?"
she asked for the hundredth time that night.

   "Yes, Mom." Ethan sighed, grabbing a Yummy Pop from the freezer, ripping
the wrapping off.  "The only sounds you will hear from us are hymns and
psalms."

   "You promise?" She looked past him to me, raising one of her finely
plucked eyebrows.  It was a well-acted façade but a façade nonetheless; I
could see the hollowness inside her.

   "I'll be as pious as I am in the confessional." I held up two fingers.
"By the honor of altar boys everywhere."

   "That's the Boy Scouts' salute, Einstein." Ethan snorted, putting the
Yummy Pop down onto an empty plate.  "And we never did the altar boy
thing." Elaine, fishing her keys off the rack, mumbled, "I did the altar
boys."

   Ethan and I both looked at each other, wide-eyed, and then cracked up.

   "Mom!"

   Elaine looked baffled then blushed, grinning sheepishly.  "Sorry.  I
meant I was an altar girl." She shook her head, still smiling.  "Thank you
both, but it's time for me to go." She gave Ethan an affectionate kiss and
ruffled his hair.  While he groused and went to look for a comb, she looked
over at me.  For a split-second, I thought she might kiss me until I saw
her glance at her son.  Heaven help us both if he ever found out how I
truly felt about his mother.

   When the door slammed shut, my stomach lurched and I sucked hard at my
finger, hoping to find some lingering sweetness.  I couldn't pretend this
wasn't happening anymore.  I was head over heels but the woman I loved was
as unobtainable as the moon and I was gutlessly unable to tell neither my
true love nor my best friend about the deceitful treachery I was playing
with both of them.  I wondered if either of them was thinking, feeling
anything close to the turmoil churning in my stomach.

   * * * * *

   Several hours later, we finished watching the latest Jack Slater action
movie Gunslinger, which really was quite good, but my emotional depression
had really kicked in.  Seeing me in a blue funk, Ethan had suggested we go
for a swim.  We had and were now back in his bedroom, lounging about, both
of us completely naked and not self-conscious in the least.  It was amazing
how liberating some casual oral sex between friends could be.

   I was sitting in his desk chair, my bare feet up against the wall. 
"Well, this sucks."

   "You can say that again." Ethan sat beside me.

   I sighed again.  "Do you think your mom will ever remarry?" I very
cautiously asked, trying to keep my tone as casual possible.  I had vague
hopes of being able to confess to my best friend my feelings toward his
mother in such a way that would not lead him to want to do something that
would lead him to being booked later tonight in the Marlborough County Jail
on a homicide charge.

   "I dunno," he mused.  "I can count on one hand the dates she's had in
the past few years.  And I can count on my vajay-jay the number of second
dates."

   I swung my feet down and sat up.  "Well, she's an attractive woman," I
responded, choosing my words very carefully.  "She must have plenty of
opportunities."

   "Yeah, I suppose so," Ethan shrugged nonchalantly.  "But considering the
amount of porn under her bed and how many dates she's been on, she's
obviously horny and not getting laid." I feared I couldn't say anything
without incriminating myself, so I bit my lip, twisting my hands guiltily
in my lap.  "However..." Ethan went on, lazily leaning back on his elbows
on the pillow and looking intently at me.  "I can't say that much for
myself...anymore..."

   It took a moment for the profound implication what he said to register
with me in as I stared at him in my befuddlement.  He grinned when he saw
the dawning look on my face.

   I laughed out loud in my joy for him and clutched his leg.  "Oh man,
you're kidding me?  You had sex!"

   "Very good!" He laughed himself, his eyes dazzlingly bright as he fell
into gameshow contestant mode.  "What is fornication, Alex?"

   My jaw dropped in my astonishment, never having expected this
revelation. "Oh my god.  I can't believe it."

   "Believe it because it's as real as real can be." He looked very pleased
with himself, even a little smug.

   We were quiet for a moment, and I couldn't help remembering that first
magical time with Elaine.  I could tell he was about to relate to me all
the juicy details but I couldn't tell him about my own deflowering, of
course ~~ and that bothered me intensely.  I told Ethan everything.

   He cocked his head, giving me a decidedly perplexed look.  "Don't you
want to know what it was like?"

   "Yes!" I said quickly.  "Tell me everything!  Who, when, where, how?"

   "Almost month ago.  That storm cellar or whatever it is at school
church." He grinned toothily.  "It was Miss Scarlett with the revolver."

   I laughed at his antics, then raised my voice in righteous dismay.  "A
month ago?  You did the deed thirty days ago and couldn't tell your bestest
friend in the whole wide world?"

   "Come on, Sebastian.  You've been keeping your own secrets from your
bestest pal over the past month." I felt my face blanch and couldn't
imagine what my expression might have been.  Ethan just let loose another
one of his rollicking guffaws.  "Oh, don't worry.  You'll tell me whenever
you're ready.  But let's just say I'm ready to tell you."

   "Ok," I somehow managed, flabbergasted by the staggering surprises of
the past thirty seconds.  "Gimme details."

   "It was Erica, of course." He curled around his pillow and propped
himself up on his elbow.  "You know that we have been meeting down there
for a while now and that day started no better, the two of us kissing and
generally making out, just like we always do whenever we skip class..."

   `Like while I was in confession,' I realized.  There I was, admitting to
Sister Chastity that I had been getting down and dirty with my best
friend's mother, while my best friend was getting freaky without any help
from me!

   "She was sucking me," he went on.  "You know how I love that." I nodded,
remembering just how much both he and I loved it.  "I was so close to
coming... you know that feeling... so close, but not quite there?"

   "Yes." I wiggled into a more comfortable position on his bed, no longer
unselfconscious about our nudity.

   "And she started telling me how much he wanted me." Ethan reached down
and started squeezing his knee, absentmindedly biting his lower lip. 
"Begging me, really... telling me how good it would feel to be inside her.
I was so close... and I just... said yes..."

   "Just like that?" I breathed, shaking my head.

   He nodded, pulling at the thread.  "So she got up and lay on her back
and I crawled up between her legs and put it in her..."

   I closed my eyes, remembering that sweetest of moments, the first time I
thrust into Elaine, bringing her up to her toes.  God, she had felt so
amazingly good!  Steamy hot and gooey wet and incredibly tight.  I opened
my eyes and asked him, "Did you hurt her?"

   "I had been so worried but I don't think I did at all," he admitted,
shaking his head.  "She was so aroused by then... and the look on her face.
Oh my god, Sebastian, she was blushing and seemed dazzled, like the two of
us had just entered heaven.  I kissed her and never felt so close to anyone
in my life."

   I was thrilled by Ethan's pure joy but a significant part of me was very
jealous.  My first time had not been the epically romantic tryst that I had
always imagined it would be but primitive, raw.  It was that second time
that was dearest to my heart, when I had seen in Elaine's face that look of
indescribable bliss.  I wanted so very badly to tell him about it, to share
my soul-shaking experience, too, but I knew I couldn't.

   "And then I started to fuck her," he said in a low voice, his eyes
fiery. I made a little noise, restlessly rolling my hips, now very aware
that both our cocks were obviously swelling in near unison.  "I can't even
describe it... it felt so so good, being inside of her, feeling her pussy
all wet and hot on the inside like that.  I wanted to make sweet sweet love
to her but I felt like a wild animal, groaning and shoving my cock into
her."

   My own cock responded to his erotic words, droplets of precum spilling
unchecked from the tip.  "Did you make her come?"

   "Twice!" he crowed triumphantly.  "She was already so close anyway that
she came almost the minute I slid inside of her.  Oh man, Sebastian, when
she comes, she gets really really creamy.  It spills out all over.  Then I
started really fucking into her, and she started rubbing her pretty little
clitty and... oh god..." He moaned, and shamelessly took hold of the hefty
rod of his mounting erection for a few moments.  "That second time,
watching her go crazy, feeling her girlcum spilling down all around me was
too much... I had to come!"

   "And did you...?"

   "I pulled out and came all over her belly and her pussy," he assured me,
leaning up on his elbow again.

   I sighed and inwardly pitied him, knowing he probably hadn't experienced
the joy of coming inside his girlfriend the way I had inside Elaine,
feeling her precious pussy greedily swallowing every drop my hard and
throbbing cock had to offer.  Swallowing with marked difficulty, I realized
that I might never experience that magical sensation ever again.  The
horrible thought made me crazy.

   "Sebastian, I have another confession."

   Shaking my head, I wondered what more he could possibly say.  "Yeah,
man. What's that?"

   "Well, you're not going to believe this but," he paused, flustered, his
face crimsoning.  "Well, Erica, she made this tape of herself..."

   "A tape?" I said, bewildered.

   "Yeah, man.  A videotape.  You know, of her, naked, touching herself."
He paused glaring at me.  "And no, you can't see it."

   "Ok, calm down," I protested, not having thought of it, but now that he
mentioned it... "Ok, you don't want me to see it.  What do you want, my
thoughts?  My permission?  What?"

   "No, dude," he smiled.  "I know what you think of Erica, but believe me,
man, you really don't know her." He flushed again.  "Oh, dude, she is so
awesome.  She's funny and smart and, yeah I know, she looks really nerdy
but she is so sexy and in bed, oh my God, I know that everyone thinks girls
are supposed to be timid and stuff when it comes to sex stuff but she, she
is wild!"

   "O...k," I said, not sure where this was going.

   He understood my bewilderment and nervously coughed, hands gripping his
knees again.  "So, while she's, you know, touching herself, on the tape,
Erica, she tells me she wants us to do this fantasy of hers where ..  man,
I don't know."

   "Just tell me, Ethan," I urged, trying to take the same understanding
and forgiving tone I hoped and prayed he would take with me when I told him
about Elaine and myself ... whenever that would be.

   "Ok, remember this is what she wants," he reminded me vehemently. 
"Well, she wants," he hemmed for a moment, then gave the rest in a single
blurt.  "She wants me to make her get on her knees and suck my cock then
spin her around and fuck her ass then come on her face."

   "Wow." Was this the same dorky doomed-to-eternal-virginity Erica Galvano
that I had gone to Our Lady of Charity church every Sunday with for the
last 18 years with?  The same Erica I had seen scratching her admittedly
nice ass during consecration a week ago?  No friggin way!  "She says and
does this on tape and you keep it in the same house with your Mom?"

   Inexplicably the blush on Ethan's face deepened to blood red, so much I
thought he might faint.  "No, I gave it back to her after..." his voice
tapered away and he looked seemingly shamefacedly to the floor.

   "Oh, don't leave me hanging, brother," I cajoled.  "After everything
else you've told me, surely this can't be any worse."

   "Well..." And the way he said it I knew it was worse and I immediately
regretted wheedling it out of him.  At that moment I had the most surreal
feeling ~~ that God had brought his all-seeing gaze upon me and that what
Ethan was about to tell me was His punishment for the sins I had committed
and I couldn't interrupt him no matter what.  It lasted a split-second and
left me stunned speechless.

   Ethan came to sit next to me on the bed and cleared his throat.  "I got
rid of it because mom caught me masturbating in her room watching the tape
a few days ago.  She just turned around and walked out and never said a
thing to me."

   I gaped, my heart slamming so hard in my chest that I would later think
that that agonizingly sickening feeling must be what it was like to have a
heart attack or a stroke.  But for the moment my thoughts were a complete
blank.  "Oh.  My.  God.  Ethan, you're kidding, right?"

   "Nope.  She got all red faced, embarrassed at catching me stroking off."
He paused, suddenly strangely unashamed.  Not that he had done anything to
be ashamed of but... "But what I really wanted to tell you, Sebastian, was
... well, Erica thinks that I am so good in bed because of you," he rushed
through that shocker, not wanting to explain it.  I inwardly fumed at his
shocking betrayal of my trust for a moment then castigated myself for my
massive hypocrisy.  "Anyway, I want our first time doing anal to be just as
special so I wanna, you know..."

   "You wanna do what?" I asked, already knowing full well what the answer
was, still vaguely terrified by the proposition.

   "That tonight's the night," Ethan said, clearly trying to keep his voice
light and casual.  "For you and I to make love.  For us to fuck."

   "Oh," I said softly, those unnamed doubts rising up, born of an
ignorant, homophobic society, but I also distinctly noticed my blatantly
jutting erection wasn't exactly deflating either.  "Ethan, I don't know."

   His eyes noted my unflagging hard-on and decided to press the issue. 
"Listen, I know about your fears.  I had them myself, those stupid,
childish emotions that we guys are so burdened with.  But I know in my
heart that you, just like me, are ready to move past that.  Who cares what
the other guys at school, or the rest of the world for that matter, think
or say or do.  We're two consenting adults who both want this.  You do want
it, don't you?"

   I nodded, feeling my hardened cock growing thicker by the second, ready
to unburden my soul.  "But here's the thing, Ethan.  I think what this is
really all about is trust.  We need to trust one another ~~ not only to
keep this quiet, an intimacy to be shared by you and I and no one else. 
But just as important as trust is honesty.  We need to be honest with one
another to the point where we can and will let the other know without
judgment or criticism if the other person is doing something that hurts or
doesn't feel right.  Most importantly, we need to trust ourselves.  To
trust the love we feel for each other and let it guide us."

   Hearing the word `love' had an energizing effect on Ethan.  "Remember
when you first sucked my cock?"

   I felt my cheeks color crimson.  My first time performing fellatio was
one of the singularly most erotic moments of my life

   Ethan reached out to tenderly stroke my cheek.  "God, Sebastian, I love
how you blush like that.  It's so cute!  I am so lucky to be able to share
this friendship love with you." This of course had the effect of causing me
to blush even more.

   The two of us were now stretched out next to one another on the bed,
naked on top of the sheets.  I leaned up on an elbow and brought my lips to
Ethan's, giving him a slow, sensual kiss that soon had my male lover
panting.  I pulled away, noting his luminously bright eyes, feeling his
barely-fettered eagerness.  "You know what is so great about this?"

   "No.  What?" he said softly.

   "Because it isn't just about you or simply about me.  It's about us. 
It's what we give each other that makes our connection so intense, so
unique, so amazing.  I really feel that we're not just getting our rocks
off on the physical aspect of what we're doing.  We actually make love."

   "I am so with you, Sebastian" Ethan agreed, grinning from ear to ear. 
"Now," he added, "without further ado, let's get to it!"

   "You really want to get fucked, don't you?" I breathed, amazed by his
boundless enthusiasm.

   "Yeah, I really do."

   We kissed deeply and then told me to move over on the bed.  He had a
queen-sized mattress but there wasn't really all that much room so I got
off the bed.  I stood on the floor in my bare feet, my hand absentmindedly
fondling my poling erection while I watched him waste no time assuming the
classic position: flipping smoothly over so that he was face down with his
legs spread wide.  He looked up at me with unabashed horniness and zesty
anticipation written all over his face.

   "Climb on board.  I promise you the ride of your life."

   "Climb on board where?" I mean, I knew what we were about to do but I
felt as if he should be the one guiding me.

   Ethan rolled his eyes at me.  "Sebastian, just lie down on top of me.  I
bet that you'll get some sexy ideas soon enough."

   And that was all he said.  I climbed on top of him, resting my body on
his muscular frame.  The way I was laying, my heavy penis slid right into
the smooth cleft of his luscious butt and my face and mouth were hovering
over the back of his neck.  His head was resting on his hands so that his
strong arms were out from his body and the elbows bent at angles.  This
caused his powerful deltoids and bulging biceps to stand out, and I slid my
hands down his smooth arms, feeling their coiled strength and the sensuous
softness of his naked skin while I alternated lusty licks and tender kisses
along the slope of his neck and the expanse of his shoulders.  He expressed
his approval of my desire-fomenting actions in small groans and breathy
sighs of satisfaction.

   I truly loved tasting the acrid saltiness of his skin and the exotic
flavor of his uniquely masculine scent.  Moving down his prone body, I
finally came to his beautiful butt.  The magnificent twin mounds of taut
muscle and sculpted flesh still had the power to all but take my breath
away every time I saw them.  My heart rate increased until my pulse pounded
in my temples and my stomach felt all fluttery with lewd excitement when I
heard him groan.  He openly gasped as I allowed my wandering hand to fall
to those smooth, rounded globes.  Damn he was sexy there, the tender flesh
succulently pink.  It was too easy to easy to lick my tongue across them,
turning the spheres of his rump to the prickly skin of gooseflesh as he
swayed his hips back and forth, trying to get my lingual organ to taste
every square inch of his gorgeous ass.  I knew from biology class that
every male animal has specialized scent glands that generate sexual
pheromones and while I generally knew they existed under the arms, around
the scrotum and between the cheeks of the ass, the knowledge that had been
academic now became very practical as I was drawn toward it ~~ and
strongly!

   My heart pounding madly, I pulled open the two plush half-moons of his
buttocks to reveal the small dark pucker that was the entrance to his anus
flexing wantonly within the steep cliffs of its fleshy protection.  Unable
to resist a moment longer, I buried as much of my face in his butt as I
could and began to swab and swirl my twisting tongue all up and down his
trench as Ethan moaned and pushed his hindquarters back in an attempt to
get more of my whirring tongue in contact with this very sensitive area of
his body.  The rational part of my brain rebelled, thinking it somewhat
gross, But the darker, more primitive side of me knew that this was the
most private and secret portion of my best friend's anatomy ~~ indeed, the
most vulnerable part, the area that a male protects from all others.  But
instead of hiding it, Ethan was offering it to me in trust of my care and
desire for him and it was this level of intimacy that spurred the fiery
intensity of my lascivious lust.

   I finally focused my wandering tongue on the wrinkly, dun-colored nether
opening to his body.  I licked the furrows of soft, delicate skin and then
steadily pushed against the orifice with the stiffened tip of my tongue. 
The efflorescing breach began to gradually open and my slippery lingual
organ glided inside him.  My tongue was actually inside my lover's body! 
The forbidden reality was mind-boggling.  I could explore the satiny
softness inside of him, feel the silkiness of the inner membranes of his
anus, and hear the euphonic moans from him that accompanied the prurient
thrills I was launching throughout his entire body.

   The more aggressively I propelled my tongue into his reluctantly
adjusting rectum, the more ductile the muscles encircling his opening
became until I had shoved up his acclimated ass every possible millimeter
of my wriggling tongue.  When I began to fuck his tender hole with my
driving tongue, utilizing it like a miniature phallus, it sent him into
paroxysms of brazen moaning.  He reached behind him and used his hand to
sluttishly open himself up, enabling me to press my face deeper into his
butt.  I don't know what it was about this wanton action, perhaps it was
just how it seemed to be the newest act of depravity I was participating
in, but it aroused me to the point that I came perilously close to coming.
I had to force myself to withdraw, pulling my face grudgingly out of his
butt until I could gain control over myself again.

   "What's wrong?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at me.

   "I almost came," I explained sheepishly, feeling a chagrined smile
spread over my face.

   He flashed me a horny grin and gestured over the side of the bed,
pointing at his long-discarded pants.  "There's some lube in my pockets
there.  Use it and your fingers.  You need to get me ready for your big
cock."

   Fishing through them, I quickly discovered not one but two tubes of
VasoLube.  "A little presumptuous now, don't you think," I teased him.

   "Nope.  Just hopeful," he responded, the soulfully honest look in his
eyes making me want to melt and made my heavily swollen penis jerk madly.

   Kneeling behind Ethan, I lifted his hips, my hands moving to arrange his
knees as I wanted them until they were braced on the bed, tilting his lower
torso on an angle and raising his hindquarters to an attractive height so
that his rounded rear parted to reveal the ultra-tight entrance to his ass.
The immodest position flaunted his nether hole and the hefty sac and stalk
dangling below in a very alluring way.  I loved the aesthetically pleasing
line his spine made and so couldn't help but dip my tongue into the groove
and lick up the length of his back.  Ethan shivered in response.

   "Please, Sebastian." His tremulous voice begged.  He was squirming,
trying to see what I had in store for him.

   "Please what, lover?" I teased.  I could see I was driving him crazy
with need.  The slutty pose he found himself in, feeling his most secret
place naked and exposed, vulnerable to my every whim, undoubtedly was only
adding to his overflowing desires.

   He turned his head enough so I could see his smoldering eyes.  His gaze
sizzled, myriad emotions crossing over his devastatingly handsome features.
"Please don't make me wait."

   I had no intentions of it.  Tube in hand, I squeezed onto my finger a
generous dollop of herbal-scented lubricating grease.  As I swiped the lube
along my index and middle fingers, I was somewhat surprised to feel a
slightly chilly, very moderate tingling sensation, its uniqueness and the
unexpectedness making me gasp for air.

   "It's a special type of VasoLube," Ethan explained, though I could still
hear the arousal thick in his slightly whimpery voice.  "It serves to
desensitize the skin.  The effect is designed not to last long, though, a
few minutes at most."

   Noting the passing resemblance between the lubrication and mentholated
rubs, I refocused on sliding my well-lubed finger down the smooth cleft of
his ass and over the blossomed rosebud of his anus.  Even applying feathery
pressure made him cry out, legs tightening, taut buttocks flexing.  Taking
my time to spread the unctuous lubricant over his little hole, I was amazed
and a little ashamed how aroused I was to see my best friend in such a
submissive position, his delicious body bent over the bed for my taking. 
Conversely, I bet that he had no clue how heady he was at that moment, his
submission contradictorily giving him an immense power he could wield over
me.

   Setting aside for a moment the perversely confounding paradox of anal
sex, I started to deliberately press a finger inside.  Ethan's resulting
wordless exclamation came on a rush of exhaled breath as his body
instinctually stiffened in preparation to rise.  I was ready and kept him
in place with a steadying hand placed on the small of his back.  At the
same time, I maintained the firm penetrative pressure on the cautious
pucker of his ass until the tip sank in.  He said not a word.  The only
sound to come from him was ragged breathing as he continued to coax and
soothe his hesitant entrance.  He grunted and began subtly squirming when
the digit disappeared down to the second knuckle.

   Eventually he loosened fractionally around my persistently massaging
finger, allowing easier entrance as I ever so slowly sank deeper until I
was palming one of his buttocks while stirring the engulfed digit around in
the scorching heat and pressure of his body.  The flesh of his ass was so
firm and delicious, as appetizing as a loaf of fresh baked bread, that I
couldn't seem to look away.  It may seem hard for you to believe, but it
wasn't until that moment that I first thought of what it would feel like to
sink my cock into his celibate hole.  It was funny; it wasn't the taking of
his anal virginity that appealed to me.  If anything, I would have
preferred to have my first time to have been with a lover well versed in
the hushed mysteries of backdoor loving.  But, in addition to the profound
intimacy of being best friends as well as uninhibited bisexed lovers, there
was something different about Ethan.  Something wild and untamed and
inexplicably appealing.

   Not surprisingly, it took a fraction of the time for me to introduce a
second lubricated finger inside and within a matter of mere minutes I was
pumping his anal passage with the conjoined pair, pulling out until just
the tips rested inside his body before pressing home again.  I was watching
with gaping awe as the ringent muscle of his sphincter gradually stretched
but was even more thrilled to watch Ethan's unrepressed reactions. 
Admittedly, from my rearview vantage point, I didn't have a very clear shot
of his face other than to see the pink flush covering his cheeks, a flush
that deepened when I brought a third finger to ravish his tender hole.  And
when I began sawing in and out of him with the plundering trio, scissoring
them, stretching him, preparing him to take every inch of my turgid length,
he moaned with ecstatic delirium.

   Excited beyond imagination, I struggled to stabilize myself behind
Ethan, my lust-engorged penis waving hungrily between his salaciously
splitted asscheeks.  I felt my breath catching in my throat by the way he
was breathlessly gasping, his back bowing as his strangled cries echoed
around me.  His voice was hot and erotic sounding to my ears but not nearly
as erotic as his insatiable body felt to me.  He had begun fucking back on
me, his first movements tentative, hesitant but soon he was ramming back,
looking so wantonly sexy taking all three of my fingers down to the
knuckle. Now his voraciously ass was hugging my pumping fingers tight.  I
could barely wait to feel him squeezing his shaft and it took every ounce
of my willpower to keep from mounting him and fucking him raw until I
spewed inside him.  The thought of coming in him that way added a thrill to
the whole experience for me.  God, he was fucking glorious.

   Ethan abruptly twisted about to looked back at me over his shoulder ~~
unspeakable hunger written all over his face.  Through smoky,
desire-inflamed eyes, he voicelessly pleaded.

   "What do you want, Ethan?" I asked him softly, crooning, my voice
deepening at the thought of the debauched pleasure yet to come.

   "That's enough, Sebastian," he panted, his broken voice so raw I hardly
recognized it.  "Fuck me.  I want to feel you inside me.  Shove your great
big cock all the way up my ass and fuck me.  Give it to me.  I need it," he
piteously moaned.

   I could never leave him in need.

   While I reached over for the VasoLube, Ethan splayed his knees apart
even further, tilting his ass high up in the air, the nether hole twitching
and winking beguilingly at me, begging me to hurry.  I rose up to my knees
and crawled up behind him, achingly aware that my cock was swaying heavily
before me in its obscenely bloated state, the veins striating the beefy
shaft already bulging, the mushroomy tip glossy and shaded a deep purple.
Merely wrapping my fingers around the trunk brought a hard spurt of
pearlescent precum fluid exiting the flaring tip.  Knowing that was a
telltale sign of an impending climax, I profusely slathered the lube over
the full length of my manhood, relieved to feel slightly anesthetizing
tingle keep the looming crisis at bay.

   Satisfied I had sufficient self-control, I moved closer until I was
poised behind him, tucking the bulbous head of my cock into the hollow of
his tender opening.  I paused momentarily, holding his delicate anus open
with my fingers, then nudged the mushroomy glans into the tender pink.

   "Sebastian..." Ethan's breathy voice sounded almost drugged, dazedly
sensual with the libidinous arousal straining through him as I prepared to
penetrate his tight entrance.  He had the side of his face pressed into the
mattress nearly parallel to his spread knees, the unique positioning
allowing me to meet his gaze.  His pupils were dilated and his cheeks were
pink, making him appear more than desirable and the knowledge that I had
stoked the fires of his incendiary lust to such an inferno was
exhilarating. The feel of the lips of his anus greedily reaching out to
give the blunted tip of my penis a sultry kiss was almost more than he
could bear.  I was not to proud to admit that without the desensitizing gel
I could never have sunk into his alluring depths without shooting off like
the callow youth I was.  I was more than willing to use the chemical
assistance because I wanted to make him crazy, my touch, his need for it,
driving him.

   Taking a deep breath, I pushed forward pressing through the tight
entrance, and though Ethan grunted a little he didn't pull away.  For a
short moment I could feel the tight ring of muscle at the entrance
resisting his touch then it gave way and to my delight the whole head had
slid its way inside.  With one long, smooth stroke and almost no further
resistance, I sank into his butt for the first time.  It should have
surprised me, had I had the mental energy to reflect on it.  Precisely what
kind of sexual shenanigans were he and Erica up to down in that little room
below school?  Whatever it was, she had prepared him well.

   "Talk to me, lover," I groaned.  Never had my cock been in something so
hot, so wet, so tight and yet so welcoming as the silken softness that was
the fleshy tunnel within his ass.  "Tell me if you want it, Ethan."

   "Ooooooooh yess..." he gurgled in a kind of sexy purr that had my teeth
gritting.  He leaned back against me, working his taut buttocks back to
capture my slowly but steadily plunging rod, inviting my deeper
penetration. I could not believe the delicious crush of the satiny heat
that was the walls of his rectum clamped around my skewering penis,
welcoming me so moistly and perfectly that I almost swooned with rapturous
pleasure.

   "Damn.  You're so tight," I admiringly panted, relishing the grip,
tighter than any fist stretching around the head of my burrowing cock.

   "Sebastian..." The low drawn-out wail had my head falling back on my
neck, and his playful wriggling of his ass wrested an equally guttural
another moan from me, my grip on his swiveling hips tightening.

   Encouraged by my lover's blatantly sexual response, I pushed deeper, the
head of my erection sliding inside the stretched muscles now as he flexed
around me, causing him to croon deliriously.  I gave another hard surge and
he hoarsely cried out as his skewered rectum flowered open fully to receive
me.  That deliciously muscular sheath accommodated my rampart rod of flesh
in a way that I never dreamed possible so that seconds later I had sunk all
the way to my pubes in this heavenly hole, bottoming out inside him.

   "Jesus," I moaned, leaning over his back with one hand to whisper hotly
in his ear.  "It's so tight!  It feels incredible.  I'm afraid if I move at
all, I'm going to come."

   "Actually that's a good thing," Ethan responded, his hands reaching back
and holding my hips so that I remained buried to the hilt inside him.  "It
gives me a chance to let me get used to it," he groaned breathlessly.

   Over the next few moments I could feel the seething tension of the
muscles inside his ass slowly relaxing around my immersed cock, and
gradually Ethan took his hands from my hips and I was free to begin moving.
I had lost the urge to come but was no softer, my erection feeling as hot
and hard as a newly forged iron bar.  When I first pulled back, he cried
out in outraged denial and push back, lodging me deeper inside him.  I had
intended to start with a very slow, deliberate rhythm but the unrestrained
response my desire-driven best friend urged me to begin pumping inside him.
Fortunately my body seemed to know automatically the rhythm that was
needed, long thrusts that I fought to keep gentle, to keep from hurting
him, but his cries urged me on, drove me insane.

   "Good, Sebastian, sooo gooood!" he moaned.  The whole of his body was
welcoming my sodomizing onslaught, his entire torso jerking and twisting to
give my long hard cock the best ride ever, his virginal anal passage
echoing with undulating waves of sensation unlike anything I had ever
experienced before.

   Still utilizing that strong rhythm, I moved in and out, trying to take
my time, trying to control my body and contain my raging lust.  Ethan was
already gasping for breath, shuddering each time my cock pulsed inside him,
pressing closer, moving back against me, pushing me deeper inside him. 
Despite all the thick lubrication I had lathered onto my cock he was still
too tight, too hot around me, so much so that I could feel his rectal
muscles flexing and rippling around me, still fighting valiantly to
accommodate the brawny flesh filling him.  So I reached around his
shimmying waist and found his cock, rock-hard to the touch.  I grasped the
burly shaft, milkingly massaging it as he writhed beneath me, his inviting
anus swallowing every engorged inch of my lengthy rod.

   "Jesusssssss, yessssssss, Sebastian," he hissed raspingly, his voice
breathy and low, punctuated with gasps of pleasure.  "Oh, yeah, do it, do
it!"

   Clenching my jaw with lust, I was groaning incessantly myself and
couldn't help but to start humping into his gripping nether passage with
increasing urgency, his body cooperating with wild abandon.  The feeling of
being consumed in the sizzling heat and volcanic pressure of his rectum was
building and building and already forcing me towards one of the greatest
orgasms of my young life.  I pushed forward with all the considerable
strength in his my swimming-toned hips and thighs, feeling his anal passage
wrapped around my penis like a victim caught in a python's death grip.  The
silkiness of his rectum was like a living, beating heart enveloping my
sluicing cock as I pistoned into him from the tips of my toes, thundering
up inside him right to the bottom to dredge an ecstatic moan of joy from
his open mouth.  I could feel my lips rearing back from my teeth and could
hear greater and more desperate sounds echoing from deep in my savagely
heaving chest.

   From seemingly out of nowhere, I felt the power of my dominant position
infusing my bloodstream like hotly intoxicating wine.  Forcing himself to
slow down, I drew my lengthy manhood back until I had withdrawn almost
completely from my lover's ass.  He responded by pressing back against me,
his sex-craving body clearly asking for more.  I laughed softly, almost
cruelly.  "You want it, want my cock, don't you, Ethan?"

   "Yes, oh yes."

   "Say it.  Tell me what you want, Ethan.  Tell me." Roiling lust coursed
through my body as I waited impatiently for my best friend's inevitable
response, flexing the mushroomy tip still wedged tightly in his sultry
inner heat.  It was a thrillingly potent sensation, seeing that I had
reduced this incredibly sexual, potently virile teenager to shivering,
trembling need.  And there was something undeniably erotic about taking
advantage of his blatant desire by forcing him to articulate what I knew
only too well at once thrilled and embarrassed him.  Part of my mind warned
that soon enough the tide would turn and I would find myself at his
mercurial whim but for now I reveled in my dominance like an addict
savoring his narcotic high.

   "I want you to fuck me.  Please, Sebastian.  Don't stop.  Don't you ever
stop!  Fuck me!" Ethan piteously begged.

   Raising my hands to grasp his hips for balance, I obliged with delight,
and almost immediately smacking wet sounds resounded throughout the bedroom
with each soul-satisfying lunge that pressed my spearing cock in to the
hilt while Ethan whimperingly moaned his debauched appreciation.  I reached
downwards again, hands moving to milk his crazily dancing testicular sac
swinging beneath.  When I moved upwards to stroke his shaft, I found his
masturbating hands already there.  I laced my fingers in his and together
we rhythmically tugged at his hot, hard cock.  When I raised my thumb to
tease over the rubbery, precum-soaked glans, it made him gasp and cry out
even louder, and he bucked like a wild bronco under a virgin saddle, unable
to control his involuntary reflexes.  And still I continued my relentless
onslaught, his sumptuous rectum clinging in a death grip around my
ravishing penis.

   "Fuck me...  oh God!  Fuck me, Sebastian!" The flow of obscenities
coming from his mouth took my breath away and for the first time I noticed
I could see his face in the mirror on the dresser.  His handsome face was
twisted with depraved passion, nostrils flaring, head flailing the air
uncontrollably.  The primitive animal desires that made his sleekly
muscular body once merely writhe made him now buck and undulate, twisting
this way and that in the throes of a violent passion.  Every inch of flesh
was now streaked with glistening perspiration, and his disheveled hair
tossed all over, consumed by the wildly ecstatic abandon that made him
something crazed, inhuman.  "Twist that big cock...  ah, like that... 
Pound my fuckin' ass!"

   By now I could feel my own body straining painfully, aching for sweet
release, so I let go of Ethan's cock, grabbed the tightly clenched cheeks
of his ass, and rode my desire-driven strokes madly into his gripping
nether passage.  His body cooperated with wild abandon, squirming his
rectal canal back onto my battering rod with unmitigated desire, pleading
in an anguished voice for me to fuck him even deeper.  I could feel the
tremors ripping through him that were the harbinger of his ultimate release
so pounded him as hard and as fast as I could, pile-driving his ass in a
rapid tattoo, increasing the viciousness of my pummeling until my testicles
were slapping against his swaying sac like a spanking paddle.

   At that point I could feel the bubbling semen menacingly rising in my
balls and could only pray that I could hold out until he reached his
climax. But I somehow knew he was closer to his final ascendancy.  Perhaps
I could sense it, the inner beast within me detecting the tactilely
imperceptible discordant tremor that was the harbinger of his impending
release.  What I certainly could proudly feel was the plush walls of his
eagerly receptive ass rippling rejoicingly and it only fueled my hubris
that I knew when I had ultimately pillaged the delicate portal I was
mercilessly mauling, his thunderous orgasm might well destroy them both. 
And, while it might seem superficially contradictory to the simultaneous
inflating of my ego, that was of supreme importance to me, that he gain as
much pleasure from my fucking him as I was derived from fucking his hot
ass, claiming the most private parts of his body as my own.  He was now
mine, mind, body and soul.  All mine

   "Mine!" I couldn't stop the great gasp of a growl that barreled from my
parched throat like the sounds of a great amen.  "You are mine!"

   "Yes!" Ethan's ululating scream shocked me, renewed me.  He emitted a
high-pitched whine and struggled backward, increasing the tension
desperately.  "God, yes, Sebastian.  Yours, God damn you.  Yours.  Oh!  Oh,
fuck!  Oh, my God!  I'm coming!" It amazed me to actually feel orgasm
rising up like a wild thing inside of him, the rutting beast within making
his body, slick with sweat, wrack and buck with violent convulsions. 
Gasping sobs punctuated by wordless screams and heart-wrenching moans
ripped from his lips until he buried his face in the pillow.  Surrendering
body and soul to the insurrectionary ecstasies surging through him, he
succumbed to the tempestuous throes of anarchic orgasm and joyously pumped
out his ejaculatory semeniferous load onto the bedsheets.

   It was as if his words, combined both with his waggling of his buttocks
voluptuously around, helping me to spiral into him like an assassins
bullet, along with the vacuuming suction of his sphincterial and rectal
muscles clamping down hard around my dieseling cock, released an invisible
hold on me.  I had already been very close to coming but now my normally
steely self-control splintered and I knew I wouldn't last but a few more
seconds.  His flexing anus was still milking crazily at my hammering rod,
his blissful paroxysms making him gyrate his buttocks and squeeze it inside
with a crushing, anaconda-like strength, trying to siphon my maelstromic
climax into his.

   Streams of sweat rivuleted over my straining body, my overtaxed heart
resounded in my veins, the base of my arched spine tingled and my
chaotically bouncing balls drew up tight as I heard my boisterous climax
rampaging toward me from the distance with a deafening roar.  My hands had
still been gripping tight on Ethan's impossibly narrow hips as he somehow
managed to followed each sledging stroke, the concordant sound of smacking
muscular male flesh and wet anal sex a lascivious symphony in the air.  No
longer caring about my best friend's pleasure, not caring a whit if I hurt
him, I wrapped my arms around his lower torso, rested the side of my face
on his broad back and sledgehammered into him like a man possessed, driving
my cock up as high as it would go into the hidden recesses of his throbbing
body.  It was as if he had become merely an extension of my own body, the
two of us yelping and gasping and gurgling as we moved together in a primal
sexual dance, our conjoined bodies shuddering from head to toe from the
decadently sinful pleasure of my overwhelming cock engulfed in his nether
passage.  It inexorably ignited the incendiary spark that brought me
toppling over the edge of mere mortal reality and hurled me soaring into
the atomic fusion of my nucleonic orgasm.

   That was all it took for me because then I was there!  Madly,
undeniably, unforgettably!  I opened my mouth, but the cataclysmic feelings
of cauterizing pleasure were so intense, no sound initially came out.  It
was exquisite, the most heavenly pleasure I had known so far in life
despite the mere fact the immolating ecstasies seemed to be burning me
alive.  And then, with a deep, whooshing intake of breath that mirrored the
whirlwind within, I felt my scrotum pulse, sensed the agonizingly sweet
tightness rush up the trunk of my cock then first volcanic gush of magmatic
semen splashed into his rectal walls.  The virginal inner walls stretched
in their shocked surprise, peristaltic waves drawing me in to previously
untouched places that radiated sensation if his screams were any
indication. Now I began shooting great fountains of bubbly cum through the
bridge of my euphorically pulsating cock as hard and deep as I could into
his hole, far down up into the liquid depths of his open and receptive
gastrointestinal channel, painting the insides of his lower digestive tract
with all the creamy white juice the reservoir of my balls could deliver.  I
just kept coming and coming, only hearing throttled, weak sounds from my
lips interspersed with my name, his sweet voice urging me on, and then I
was caught up in a wave of deliquescent bliss that made me feel frozen
outside the laws of Newtonian physics, my resplendent orgasm lasting
seconds, minutes, an infinity of suspended glorious time.

   We lay there like that a long time, several minutes at the very least,
Ethan sprawled out on the bed, me, little more than deadweight, collapsed
in sheer exhaustion on top of him, having fallen forward on his muscular
back.  Our sex-depleted bodies, a tangle of sprawled legs and arms all
akimbo, were clamped tightly together in an intimate physical embrace as
old as life itself, hearts beating in rhythm, one indistinguishable from
the other, each of us equally lost in the shuddering aftershocks of what
had been a monumental sexual union.  My slowly deflating penis was still
buried up his nether hole and his ass muscles were clenching and
unclenching around it with each quake, causing more carnal sensation to
flutter through me.  It was a lewd embrace that poorly reflect the profound
love I felt for him, and it was in this state that I enjoyed moments of
such complete happiness and relaxed serenity as I had ever known before.

   Many minutes later, I was still in a state of semiconsciousness, my body
still flooded with the endorphins from my fierce release, feeling that both
of our lives had been irreversibly and irrevocably changed as if by the
raising of a curtain.  I wanted to say something, but feared that saying
anything would spoil this magic moment.  Why had we waited so long?  I
smiled secretly to myself.  Anal sex shared with another man was a whole
new world of strange and wonderful possibilities, waiting to be explored.
Perhaps Ethan and I would explore it together.  All I really knew was that
this night would be a game changer, a new beginning and its wonderful
future.  Ahead of us, as far as I was concerned, was only happiness and
light.

   With rational consciousness begrudgingly returning, I knew that I was
heavy on my lover, still contorted motionlessly beneath me.  I sincerely
wanted to lift himself from him ~~ to withdraw from his ass.  Yet when I
tried to move, I found myself immobile, the debilitating pleasure still
leaving me utterly fatigued.  Even my capacity for the English language was
impaired.  "Muscles aren't working right," I mumbled, my words slurred. 
"Sorry."

   It took several more minutes before finally my shriveled manhood slipped
from his slackened nether hole.  I rolled off my still-panting best
friend's perspiration-covered body, shivering in the aftermath of our
searing homosexual lust.  Tenderly, I drew the blanket up over him, to keep
him warm and found myself reluctant to leave his side but knew it to be
necessary.  I'd taken him and used him rough, now it was up to me to clean
and care for him.  So it was that I wobbled towards his private bathroom on
shaky legs.  While I soaped and cleansed my flaccid penis, I kept musing on
what had just occurred, and liked the thrilling reality much more than I'd
ever imagined possible.  I was even excited about all the possibilities of
the two of us switching positions, perhaps that very night, and could only
hope Ethan was too.

   The object of my affection was still lying like a stone on the bed when
I returned from the bathroom with a hot washcloth and a hand towel.  I
moved up the bed beside him.  He turned and without thought my mouth came
down on his to share a long tender kiss.  His strong arms reached out and
gathered me to him.

   "Oh, man, Sebastian.  Are you sure that was your first fuck?  You are
natural born," he murmured, nuzzling my cheek.

   "Nah ...  You just have the most beautiful, edible, fuckable ass in the
world," I groaned, speaking the words from my heart.

   "I bet you say that to all your lovers." His words panged me, reminded
me that there were lovers, plural, indeed

   "Yes, I do ~~ all one of you," I lied, rationalizing the statement in
that I had never taken his mother anally.  It rang hollow even to me and I
was determined to make up for it.  "Now lay back on the bed and relax."

   "I can take care of myself!" He protested.  His cheeks were flushed,
whether from embarrassment, the latent effects of arousal or both, I didn't
know.  What I did know was that there was no way in hell I was going to
miss out on pampering my best friend if I had to sit on him to accomplish
it.

   Of course, the thought of sitting on him or, better yet, sitting on his
thick cock raised more than my temperature.  To my astonishment my lifeless
penis stirred as if it had not just been buried balls-deep in his ass,
filling him with my hot come.

   "I don't think so, pretty boy." I thoroughly enjoyed the way his chin
jutted forward, turning his look mutinous.  The other guys on the swim team
had tauntingly called him that name but I was affectionately teasing him.
"You're mine now and I take care of what's mine."

   I took my time pouring clean water from a floral-print pitcher into its
matching basin.  I whistled while I doused the soft cloth, wrung the excess
water out of it and pressed the warm, wet washcloth between his legs,
carefully cleaning him since I was sure he was tender.  I enjoyed every
minute of the task and hoped in time he would find it to be much less
embarrassing than he did now.  I didn't intend for there to be any more
secrets between us than was absolutely necessary.

   When I reached Ethan's penis, I couldn't help but admire his significant
endowment in a brand new light.  Through what I had seen of the other guys
at school in the showers, his cock boasted an unusual thickness, though I
would not say it was abnormally burly.  It was, however, sharply veined and
I couldn't help but imagine how they would feel in my tight channel.  It
would be difficult enough accommodating his hefty girth though the initial
entrance would certainly be eased by the fact his glans, while the color
and texture of a succulent plum, was very streamlined at the tip.  After
cleansing him, I took him in my hands and rubbed the thickset shaft against
my cheek, feeling its unutterable warmth.  His masculine, wood-like scent
tantalized my senses and inspired me to look up at him and whisper, "I
can't wait for you to fuck my ass with your big, beautiful cock."

   Ethan let loose a deep-seated moan, probably from a combination of my
sluttish words and the lavishly sensuous sensation of me hefting his balls
in my left hand while I wrapped the fingers of my right around his
slightly-stirring penis.  Drawing the tender head across my adoring face, I
caressed it with my kissing lips before opening them and lavishing the
lingual caresses of my tongue on its sensitive velvet.  When I gently
prodded the tensile tip of my probing tongue into the indentation of its
slit, I could feel my best friend shudder and moan.  I echoed his
unconstrained response when the salty tang of him teased my tongue with the
libidinous promise of richer flavors to come.

   I licked and bit gently at my boyfriend's resuscitating penis in the
softly lubricious heat of my suckling mouth, happy to bring his marvelous
manhood to life again.  Continuing to nibble and suck, I swiped my unctuous
tongue all around its steadily expanding girth, occasionally dropping back
so that his rejuvenated instrument slipped, wetly glistening, from my
mouth, every blood-ridge pulsating along its powerful length, a small
string of saliva still connecting my lips to it.  Then, inch by inch, I fed
his tasty cock into my hungering mouth, laving it until there was room for
nothing more than the subtle motions I could manage with its daunting
weight lying on my tongue.  I breathed deeply and began to hum as my throat
opened to him.  Letting him feel the sonorous vibrations of my larynx
before I slid him out again, I began to repeat my action more swiftly until
I was bobbing up and down on my prize like a man possessed.

   I felt him swell even more and was once again astonished that this
prodigious organ, like the bough of some redwood cedar, could open my
throat, and would indeed open my virginal ass, without splitting me
altogether.  Perhaps in a way it did, splitting open the virulent
homophobia that this benighted society had instilled in me and revealing
even to me the lusty warmth of my cock-craving body.  My eyes fluttered
open and I looked up at Ethan with deep affection.  He was my best friend,
my confidant, my man and I loved him.  And now we had the chance of opening
doors that would make this beloved friendship we shared even more intimate.
If I was prepared to go all the way and be ashamed of nothing.  I knew that
was what Ethan wanted because it was what I wanted in my heart as well.  I
would have to prove that all my puritanical inhibitions were off once and
for all and that I would stop at nothing in my devotion to him.  And ~~
what's more ~~ that I would enjoy, no, revel in every debauched moment of
it.

   He felt me shiver and knew very well that it had nothing to do with the
temperature of the room.  Reaching down, he lifted me up to join him and he
held me close, his big hands grasping my buttocks possessively, kneading
them with a knowing touch.  "Sebastian, I want to thank you," he rumbled.
"For tonight and for everything else."

   "No need to thank me," I replied in a breathy murmur.  "I just want you
to make love with me."

   We leaned toward one another for a true lovers' kiss.  As it always
seemed to happen when our lips met, I forgot to be nervous or afraid.  I
let the intoxicating headiness overtake my senses as Ethan's lips found
mine, his arms circling protectingly around my waist.  I let him draw me
against his strong, warm body so that as our tongues entwined our naked
flesh moved together, a seductive press of flexing muscle and burnished
skin.  His hand brashly probed my secret places from the front, discovering
how hot and wanting I was, revealing my homoerotic desires in every little
moan and nuanced movement.  One hand rose to my chest and he teasingly
rubbed my tender little nipples between his blunt fingers.  I melted
against him, letting him play me like a cello, drawing out undreamt of
feelings, generating electric heat to spark and build throughout my longing
viscera.

   Ethan pulled away, his usually smooth voice husky and low as he said,
"Get on your hands and knees.  Go on."

   I obeyed happily, turning so that my face was towards his dresser
drawers and my back and ass to him, my heart beginning to flutter as I
rested my forehead on the woolen blanket, very aware that Ethan was
crouched behind me.  I knew I had to look silly as all get out perched on
the edge of the bed, bottom in the air the way I was, but when he pushed my
knees apart even further and I realized he was now able to freely look at
the fleshy globes of my splayed ass cheeks and the puckered hole at its
cleft, I was glad he could hide my face.  Yet my self-conscious
embarrassment, didn't really matter because as things went, I was in
desperate need.  My body craved the new sensations he had foisted upon me,
that fact betrayed by the fact my cock was now as rigid as an iron bar, my
balls tight with yearning.  I wanted to feel his dark touch, rough and
demanding.

   When Ethan knee-walked up behind me, one of his strong hands resting on
my hip, his hardness resting suggestively in the cleavage between my
asscheeks, I thought I might lose it right then and there.  My aching cock
throbbed for more, every nerve sizzling in readiness.  I could feel his
hand against the fleshy part of my bottom and I couldn't help but wiggle
back in search of more, rotating my ass against him.  The fantasy of
suddenly shoving him down on his back and impaling my vestal ass on his
mighty rod raced through my mind.

   Ethan must have sensed my turmoil because this time he chuckled, the
sound deep and scratchy, grating over me as erotically as his
sexily-roughened hands.  "Just relax," he crooned softly, leaning up over
my back to whisper in my ear.  "This is going to take some time so you need
to be patient."

   He withdrew for a moment and I felt utterly bereft without his presence
... until I felt him crouching behind me, licking down toward my pubic
region.  By the time he moved down to my balls, my scrotal sac was pulled
up tight under my shaft from being so turned on.  When his tongue came out
and he began to lick my vulnerably dangling scrotum, I thought I would
faint dead away right then and there.  It was such a phenomenally arousing
feeling, dirty and sexy at the same time.  I mewled and writhed to the
point that Ethan had to grasp my hips with his hands.  He was strong enough
to hold me immobile ~~ and it was a good thing for what was coming next.

   Drawing away from my sac, he kept moving lower, gliding his tongue over
my hairless perineum between my testicles and my ass but still kept moving
lower.  Then, astonishing me with his perverse zest, he began lustily
licking up and down the deep cleavage.  I couldn't believe how hungrily
Ethan was eating my ass, as if it were a rich chocolate.  And not only that
but ~~ God in heaven!  ~~ it felt so very good, so very very nasty.  My
mouth opened and I moaned loudly.  I'd never felt anything like it in my
life, the inhibition-freeing sensation of indulging in something so wicked
obscene.  I thought I was going to come any moment just from the raunchy
feeling.  He noisily licked and slurped at my nether hole, forcing his
squirmy tongue up inside me.  I really thought I would lose it then.  His
slithery tongue began spearing in and out of my body just like a small cock
~~ fucking my previously unsullied ass.  Whatever lingering trepidation I
had about being sodomized by my horse-hung best friend, what he was doing
to me was setting my ass on fire.  The more he did it, the more I wanted
him to do it.  And with something bigger and harder.  I suddenly realized I
really did want to be fucked by his cock.

   "Oh, FUCK!" I groaned.  "Fuck me!  Please, Ethan!  Fuck me!" I begged.

   Ethan stopped his provocative tonguing of my butt and pulled his face
out of my cleft.  "Now who's the one who really wants to get fucked?" he
playfully chided.

   "I do," I whimpered, thinking about how much I wanted what looked like
the cock on a prized thoroughbred stud, no, the veritable telephone pole he
had swinging between his legs to go shoving up into my little, tender
butthole.  I had to be completely out of my mind.  "I want to feel you
inside me.  I want to feel a part of you." And, as I said it, I knew it was
true.

   "I know you do, man and believe you me.  I want to fuck you right now in
the worst way.  I really do.  But I told you you need to be patient because
you're not ready to take me.  I still have to work on getting you ready."

   I felt some motion on the bed and Ethan must have fetched the handy tube
of VasoLube because he started applying the greasy lubrication to my
butthole.  It was a little cold at first, but it quickly warmed up.

   "Now, I'm going to start with one finger.  Push down with your ass
muscles while I do.  That will make things a lot better.  I found it went
easier with you when I took deep breaths, especially when there was any
pain because it seemed to relax my inner muscles and the discomfort went
away pretty quickly.  Understand what I am saying?" he asked, genuine
concern and fearful trepidation written all over his voice.

   "Okay," I replied with equal apprehension.

   I'll admit I was scared.  I mean, really, who wouldn't be?  But I also
wanted this very badly and I trusted Ethan, whose free hand was
reassuringly smoothing over my butt and lower back, as I trusted no other
person on this earth.  Besides, his coaxing hands felt good pampering the
lower part of my body, almost as much as his tongue had felt so good
churning about in my anus; maybe I was being a bitchy scaredy cat for
nothing.

   I felt something touching me down there and realized it was Ethan's
finger, greasy with the lubrication, delicately probing the nether
entrance. When he slid it in, there was a distinctly caustic sensation at
first, but I obediently pressed down with my inner muscles like he'd told
me and it swiftly slid in all the way to the knuckle.  He squeezed
additional lube around it and began rotating it around with the gentleness
of a kiss before skimming it slowly and deliberately in and out of my
accommodating ass.  It was like my sphincter knew exactly what it wanted
and exactly what to do and had only been waiting all of my life to finally
get it.  I opened to his digital penetration astonishingly quickly and soon
Ethan's one finger invading my rectum was really not enough.

   "Damn!" he said in obscene wonder.  "I've read in porno stories about
some guys' asses being made to get fucked and I gotta admit that I thought
it was crock.  But now I'm starting to believe yours really is."

   Breathing that I knew I wanted this, I needed this, which I did on both
counts, he slowly added a second finger and, aided by me daringly pushing
back against him, almost immediately my chute welcomed this additional
stimulation.  I was shuddering groaning, but it wasn't from pain or any
sense of degradation.  The unexpected pleasure I was receiving was near
empyrean.  I'd never felt anything remotely like it, the beatific
sensations rushing over me something that I immediately craved to
experience over and over again.  Then Ethan curled his fingers and
deliberately brushed up against something secreted away in the depths of my
untapped ass.  I about swooned, in danger of coming just from this new kind
of mysteriously erotic touch.

   "Oh, my God!" I moaned loudly.  "What was THAT?!"

   Ethan chuckled.  "That was your prostate, lover.  Believe me, that's one
of the things that makes getting analled worth it."

   "Jesus!  I thought I was gonna come."

   "Stroking the prostate will make you come.  If a cock rubs it just right
while you're being fucked, or even a dildo, you can get off without ever
touching yourself."

   "You're kidding, right?" I asked, amazed by this revelation.

   By this point, his two fingers were moving easily in and out of my
little hole, his other hand having long since reached down between my legs
and was now fondling my twin testicles in their swaying sac.  I was feeling
like I really wanted more.  Ethan somehow ascertained my unspoken need this
and pulled his two fingers out to re-lube me and to add a third.  However,
when he pulled out, I groaned from the empty feeling I got inside.  He
chuckled at my greedy response.

   "Your butt is really hungry.  Don't worry, I just want to add some more
lube."

   I blushed deep crimson at my slutty wantonness and Ethan noticed.

   "Hey, Sebastian, it's okay to like this, to want it.  You have no idea
how excited I am that you love this so much.  I want my cock in your cute
ass as much as you want it there."

   He then proceeded to squeeze three fingers past the defensive muscle and
into the heated orifice beyond.  This time there was a definite twinge of
discomfort, but I pushed down on my responsive inner membranes and tendons
and took a couple of deep inhalations of tranquilizing oxygen as he had
instructed me to.  Any lingering discomfort soon dissipated to be replaced
by more and more of that seraphic pleasure and within mere moments he was
gliding three tightly-joined fingers into my dark depths and out again with
little to no resistance from my breached ass whatsoever.  Testing my
limits, Ethan started demandingly driving that trio of bunched fingers deep
inside me and out again with little or no resistance from my seemingly
innocent hole at all.

   While Ethan kept vigorously fingering my somewhat-virginal anus, I was
adoring the wickedness of it all, astounded that it just kept feeling
better and better.  I really enjoyed this, no, loved this.  I was full, so
full but my boyfriend spent what seemed like forever teasing and tormenting
me, even going so far as to tauntingly give my lust-engorged rod a few
teasing masturbatory strokes now and then but never allowing me to get
quite where I needed to explode.  I wanted to strangle him, beg him for
more and love him all at the same time because I knew there was something
better inevitably coming and I keenly wanted that most of all.  If this was
what getting fucked felt like, bring on that beefy horse-cock!

   "Now, Ethan.  Now!"

   My words must have spurred him on because in the next instant, I felt
him finally pull his stroking fingers out, then his hands were withdrawn
and I knew he was positioning himself behind me.  His strong palms clasped
my waist and predatorily bent me forward and down once more.  I gave myself
over to the paradox of forcing myself to yield to him what I most desired
to have, and sighed luxuriously as his roughened fingers parted the moons
of my buttocks, exposing once again the entire valley of my ass to the
night-cooled air.  I knew my penis was heavily swollen with the visual
evidence of my depraved arousal, and I felt my nether entrance puckering
involuntarily in its own lascivious plea to be invaded.

   Ethan, however, took his time, making me crazy with a subtlety that I
knew I could never convince him to abandon due to his legitimate concern
for me.  I, on the other hand, at that moment wanted to be ravished,
plowed, fucked brainless, all at once, but he made me wait.  His thick
fingers once more coated another healthy dollop of lubricant over the
opening of my quivering ass, a tantalizing probe inwards pulling a cry of
need from my throat.  I wished I had the cheek to thrust back with my hips
to try to force him into taking me, but I knew this was only the beginning
of the delight I had longed and hungered for.

   Ethan moved and while he was guided by my hip that he held fast with his
left hand, I felt the lust-swollen head of his impatiently throbbing shaft
against my slightly distended little nether hole.  Despite the slick
wetness dripping from it, it felt dauntingly larger than his fingers had,
making me reflexively jump and, despite my previous eagerness, my body to
defensively stiffen.  Ethan shushed me, telling me not to worry, that it
wouldn't happen until I was ready and that we were taking our time with our
pleasure.  But his voice was edged with lust, rough with barely-bridled
yearning, his hands were now both spreading the hemispheres of my ass wide
open, and the spongy glans was no longer nudging put pressing insistently
at my quavering pucker.  I legitimately tried to relax every muscle under
my command but I could not seem to will my inner defenses into surrender no
matter what.

   I let out an open-throated groan when Ethan leaned into me, steadily
increasing his invasively penetrative pressure, murmuring in an encouraging
tone although I had no idea what he was saying, the sole focus of my being
on the velvet-covered plum sinking deep into my tender flesh.  God, he was
huge!  Straining as hard as I could, I barely swallowed the searing pain
that came with the cruel invasion.  It felt as if only half an inch of the
tip of his bulbous glans was inside my tiny opening and, streamlined as his
iron-hard rod of masculine dominance was, the feeling of my insides being
ripped asunder would only get worse.  My prediction proved correct because,
he cursed under his breath and, using his hands on my hips for leverage,
jerked my nakedly kneeling body backwards, lunging forward simultaneously
against the outer ring of muscle.  With a lewd squishing sound my tormented
sphincter muscle suddenly gave way.  The heat that had been blooming
through my bottom as he assaulted that tightness changed from incendiary to
a fiery inferno that had me wondering what the hell I had gotten myself
into.

   I moved a knee forward on the bed, my shaken body ready to take flight,
only to stop stock-still.  That slightest movement completely changed the
strange sensation from burning discomfort to a screaming agony, every
nerve-end in my body scorched by the waves of blazing torture that radiated
out from my brutally impaled anus, so I slipped back into the relative
safety of his crushing hands, my will to resist him completely undermined
by a single spasm of excruciating pain.  God, he had done it, had stuck his
hard cock up my defenseless little rectum, and now the bodily pain I had
suffered was replaced by a sense of anguished humiliation.  I felt that my
self-respect had been destroyed and the last shred of decency stripped from
me when I willingly offered this man to anally rape me with his loathsome
penis...  I was drowning in a seething sea of mental and physical distress.
All the aberrant sexual acts I had committed since that afternoon when I
had joined Ethan in looking at that naked pictures hidden under his
mother's bed ...  instead of immediately reminding him of the corruptive
influence of pornography ...  passed in a blur through my mind.  All sexual
degeneracy in the form of voyeurism, masturbation, fellatio and unnatural
sex culminating in my cynical seduction of Elaine ...  and now this, the
final ignominy ...  to be sodomized by her horse-hung son!

   When I needed him most, Ethan was there for me.  "Sebastian, I love you
so much," came the precious words, wiping away my doubts, reminding me of
the beauty of what we were doing and, more importantly, what it
represented. "You've done it!  That was the hard part!  Just stay still
while your body adjusts."

   Trusting in my best friend and lover, I gave in to the strange
sensations, breathing through the radiating burn.  I felt him grin as he
sensed the change coming over me, then he flexed his loins and began to
slowly grind his thickly skewering cock forward into the tunnel of my
rectum, pushing the warm elastic walls of my previously inviolate orifice
ahead of his beefy rod as it forged relentlessly inward.  I was piteously
gasping for air, feeling him drilling deeper and deeper up into my futilely
clenching anal passage, my mind swirling with the pain and yes, even some
motes of pleasure, that continued to rack my helpless body each additional
fraction of an inch he bored into me.  I was groaning and grunting, unable
to form enough words to ask him to stop or at the very least slow down but
now not completely sure that was what I wanted.  I was now coming to the
realization that it was my internal struggles that perversely were making
his violation painful for me, the tension of my buttocks, the reluctance of
my unwilling aperture to stretch wider, that made the anguish tear through
me.  That was when it finally happened, and as it did, insurmountable
relief coursed throughout my body.  It was all so confusing and yet
unspeakably thrilling.

   "That's it, sweetheart," Ethan crooned as he stroked my hips with the
rough pads of his fingertips, feeling true acceptance.  "I knew you would
get used to me.  Just keep staying still."

   I wasn't so sure I could stay still.  My body needed to move, to do
something, but what, I had no idea.  It was all so overwhelming and
confusing.  Did I want more or did I want less?  All I could do was
remember to breathe deep, probably for the last time that night, and feel.
When I had dildoed myself that one afternoon I had thought I had known what
this would feel like, but I was wrong.  It was a pale shadow of the reality
of feeling deliciously full.  On top of that I felt deeply sensual, barely
able to believe another man had his penis buried inside of him, and not
just any man but Ethan, my best friend and the sexiest man he'd ever
encountered.

   Ethan continued to ease his thick manhood into my ass, sinking deeper
and deeper, filling me, making me wonder how my body could reconfigure its
interior to accept such a massive invader, eternally thankful that it
could. I was amazed at how perfectly the huge girth of his cock fit into
that seemingly snug little cavity.  It still stung at edges, yet all that
seemed to do was add a touch of spice to the roiling sex heat that was now
penetrating to the very depths of my heart.  Just when it seemed that he
must impale my very soul, he gave one last lunge until I felt the wiry bush
of his pubic hair sprouting from the base of his buried member prickled
against the widespread cheeks of my behind.  It was almost more than my
mind could bear, and I relished his hands lovingly caressing my flanks
almost as much as I did the luscious sensation of him being fully sheathed
in my palpitating ass.

   Ethan seemed to be resting for a moment, his hands moving from my hips
to stroke the line of my spine.  At first I thought that this must be some
kind of contest, one I knew I would lose.  But then I noticed his fingers
were shaking slightly and realized his body was tense as if each muscle was
bunched tight.  Was he holding himself back?  For some reason the thought
disturbed me.  I wanted him as crazy with wanton lust as I was.  I wanted
him to lose himself to the sumptuously sinful desires racking my body.  I
wanted all of him.

   "Do something, Ethan.  You're killing me." I was growing used to the
feel of him deep inside my ass, feeling the searing pain in my anal channel
begin to gradually diminish and fade until the first feeble flickers of a
strange novel sensation ...  Not pleasure exactly ...  It couldn't be
pleasure!  But it was and, God forgive me, I was starting to enjoy this. 
My traitorous body began to work with him rather than against him, my
mutinous bottom started moving almost on its own, ever so slightly twisting
and clenching against the axis of his ass-inhumed cock, trying to entice
him to do something.  I hoped my seductive movements, my heart-felt words,
would break him free of the control he held himself so rigidly under.

   "Stay still, Sebastian, or this won't go slow the way I'd planned for
your first time.  You may think you are ready but I doubt it."

   So, I had been right.  He was holding back.  "I don't want slow.  I want
you to fuck me." I felt his muscles tauten at my words.  Being a practicing
Catholic, I still was not wont to use such obscene language freely but if
it would get him to let go, I was willing to try.  In doing so, I gave
another tentative wiggle, subtly humping myself on his cock from sheer
lust, suspecting he would not be able to resist getting into the act soon.

   "Sebastian." Ethan groaned my name in a primitive growl I had never
heard come from him.  "I can't hold back with you moving like that."

   "Oh please, Ethan."

   In the next instant, his hands tightened on my hips once again.  Only
this time it was not to hold me in place, it was to give himself leverage
as he gave me what I wanted by delving deep into my arousal-rippling anus.
I grunted, a small yelp escaping my lips at his aggressive movement, making
me burn in more ways than one.  There were no further preliminaries or
niceties, just him plunging downwards to power himself home, burying the
full length of his shaft deep within me, retreating only to do so again and
again.  He was pumping rhythmically in and out of me with slow labored
strokes at first, then more and more rapidly Every time he retreated from
the tight confines of my most-secret place, he immediately delved back in,
initiating an escalating push-and-thrust, picking up the tempo as he went
so that I knew he'd finally lost himself and I was happy.

   "Unnhhh ...!" The breath was driven from my lungs by the force of every
piledriving lunge of the heatedly pulsating cock into my once-untouched
rectum and the crashing impact of his pelvis against my upturned rump, but
I held my ground like a stubborn horse.  The modified doggystyle position I
found myself in was different, pulling him incredibly deep, almost
painfully so, allowing him to piston smoothly in and out like a fine-tuned
engine, making me hold on to the coverlet for dear life, my knuckles white
with the effort of it.  His own knuckles must have been equally whitened
for he had begun to grope my asscheeks like a madman, fondling and mauling
the mounds of resilient flesh until I had to bite my lower lip to keep from
whimpering.  Not that what he was doing hurt that much; there were little
jolts of shimmery pleasure too, but it made me feel so helpless to be
manhandled that way while I was crouched down in such a submissively
servile position.

   I wished I could see him doing it to me!

   The obscenely grotesque thought flashed through my mind before I could
righteously blot it out, and the next thing I knew I was avidly recalling
the pornographic image of Terry and Jude, the two actors from the adult
movie Elaine had been watching that first time I had voyeured her
pleasuring herself to a blissful orgasm witnessing those two men sodomizing
each other.  For some reason, I vividly remember what had aroused her so
intently, the detailed memory so clear I could even recollect the swollen
curve of the meaty trunk of the thick penis, could virtually see once more
Blondie's triumphant expression as he fucked in and out of his writhing
lover's tightly puckered anus.  Was Ethan at this very moment wearing a
look of near-sadistic satyrish delight like the actor had in the video?

   If only the mirror on the dresser was tilted so I could watch myself
getting fucked up the ass!

   God, I was even beginning to think like a jaded man-whore, my depraved
thoughts blinking like garishly bright neon lights in the darkness of my
degradation.  But can you really blame me?  Here I was receiving anal sex
for the very first time, my best friend spiking up into my
forever-stretched nether channel into my very bowels with each deepstroke,
striking me so fiercely that it felt as though his massive cock was
battering all the way up against my soft palate.  When I felt his
steely-hard penis being slowly withdrawn from my back passage until only
the bullet-like glans was still embedded beyond my resistantly clinging
sphincter ring, I braced myself for the new assault I knew was sure to
come. And come it did, and although they were steadily accelerating, his
successive movements were precise, moving in such a way that rubbed my
tender insides in all the right places...

   Never in my life had I been so thoroughly and completely conquered! 
Over the past few weeks, Ethan had fucked my hand, my mouth, and now he was
infiltrating still another orifice.  I surrendered myself, mind body and
soul, to the delicious violence of it all, feeling his lean hips smacking
into the wobbling globes of my ass and the tunnel of my entrails, which had
been gradually opening, now gaping as though astonished by his jackhammer
ferocity.  Drunk with intoxicating passion, I skewered back on his hot
masculine spear with dedication until our mingled cries of debauched
pleasure filled the room, joined by nothing more than the graphic sound of
muscle grinding against tautened muscle, flesh slapping sweat-dripping
flesh.  I knew my cheeks were flushed and my eyes glassy but all I cared
about was submitting myself completely to his masterful assault, lose
myself in the dazzlingly intense sensations building, one riding right on
top of the other, allowing me no more time to rationally think, no time to
wonder or worry, only to feel and enjoy.  I was wild and free and blatantly
offering myself up as if a most prized whore and yet I didn't care.  For
this man I would do anything, allow him to do anything.  Except...

   The realization was staggeringly swift and hit shockingly hard.  I would
do anything for my best friend ... except hurt his mother.  Never before
had I felt about anyone else the way I felt about Elaine.  Even in the
midst of having torrid anal sex with her son, my thoughts inevitably
returned to her.  The depths of my profound feelings of love for her scared
me.

   Compartmentalizing my complex emotions for the moment, I felt, miracle
of miracles, a slight but distinctive change, as though the smooth walls of
my crowded rectal passage had been roughened by the friction of his urgent
thrusts.  Opening wide to joyously welcome its determined invader at last,
my gluttonous flesh rejoicingly sucked down around him like a cashmere kid
glove, moving right along him as if it were his foreskin sliding on his
cock.  A strange, shamefully masochistic kind of pleasure still mixed with
the fading humiliation of having my body used in this obscenely unnatural
fashion, a unique sensation that seemed to be melting my whole self,
deliquescing into a heated viscous liquid that immersed his lunging shaft
like warm scented oil.  Yes, by God, I was no longer simply enjoying this
but actually craving it!  With that admission to myself, the last shreds of
my own self-control vanished and I began to provocatively hump my
scrumptiously impaled ass back on my lover's demandingly-driving cock as if
my very life depended on getting every last bit of it inside me.

   Before I knew what was happening, I was riding the precipice of what
would surely be one of the most intense climaxes I'd experienced before.

   "Noooo!" I wailed in my intense desperation when Ethan slowed his
rhythm. I had been soooo close.

   "Not yet, Sebastian."

   My overtaxed body shook, my breath catching on each lung-burning
exhalation as I tried to recover from being so close to heaven on this
earth, only to have it cruelly denied from me.

   "Do you like having your asshole fucked?" Ethan asked, breathing
heavily.

   "Yesss," I replied, shameless, willing to admit to anything.

   "Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?"

   "Never!" I gaspingly confessed, my legs trembling for the feel of his
relentless cock soaring up my twitching anal orifice.  "And I love it!  Oh,
Ethan, Ethan, please, I'm begging you, please fuck me!"

   A strange sense of triumph surged through my veins when not only did
Ethan start fucking me again but he also leaned over and started whispering
lewdly in my ear.  He told me he was intoxicated by the exhilarating
knowledge that he was fucking his best friend where no other man's cock had
ever been before.  He alone had claimed my virgin asshole, introducing me
to the most forbidden and thrilling of all sexual delights and he had made
me love it!  He told me I was ramming my bucking ass up against him like a
bitch in heat, loved it that my sexy body was begging for more.  He had
never expected such a slutty response.  He admitted that the realization
that he had conquered me so completely filled him with a heady sense of
supreme power, making him feel more masculine and virile than ever before.
That and the magnificent tightness of my clenching asshole was the hottest,
sexiest thing he had ever felt.

   As if his erotic confessions weren't enough, Ethan withdrew one of his
hands from clutching my hip to stroke around and under my twisting loins
until he was fumbling for my heavily swaying erection, jouncing wildly as
it was from the vigorous pummeling he was administering to my joyfully
squirming ass.  His probing fingers slithered across my engorged shaft
until they found the rubbery crest of my long-neglected penis.  He squeezed
my aching cock gently, teasingly feeling it plumpen under his tantalizing
touch.  As his fingers curled firmly around to onanistically caress my
jutting shaft, he began to milkingly stroke me.  The resulting sensation
was shockingly sweet, making a sudden rush of air whoosh from my lungs as I
sighed my decadent pleasure.  Wanting to intensify it even further, I
balanced myself on my forehead and knocked his hand off my throbbing rod to
squeeze myself in the way I needed it most.  We worked in tandem to thrill
me, his free hand dipping down to jiggle my balls while he continued to
torment the swollen glans with his knowing thumb, matching his titillating
masturbatory strokes to his own cock's savage rhythm.

   "Ooohhhhhh," I moaned, lifting my rolling ass impossibly high in the
air. "Fuck, fuck!  Deeper, harder!  Oh give me more, more!" Those
profanities spewed unbidden from my lips as I gave myself up completely to
this rousingly perverted joy of being so utterly defiled.  God, I wanted it
to go on forever, but already I sensed the explosive charge building in the
heavy testicle-bloated sac that was slapping resoundingly against my
backside as Ethan tore into and out of my eternally-stretched anus.  It
wouldn't be long for him, I could tell and, not surprisingly, I felt my own
equally amplifying response.  I squinched my eyelids tight shut and
squirmed madly back on my lover's long plunging cock, milking it insatiably
with a tight clenching of my responsive sphincterial muscles on each
outstroke.  I felt as if I were lost in a kind of incandescent haze which
billowingly emanated from my own pleasure-crazed body ...  alone in a
primeval void with nothing but that great wonderful demonically ramming
cock rampaging into my entrails and depredating my very soul.

   "Not yet."

   Ethan's gutturally-spoken command pulled me from my internal turbulence.
He had to be kidding.  There was no way I could hold off the fast
approaching firestorm, my body rising in jubilant expectation, clangorous
spasms already reverberating through me.  Every cell in my being was aflame
with this glorious immolating carnal sensation.  The twin treat of having
my anus so thoroughly pillaged and my exquisitely throbbing penis so
malthusinastically tantalized, his forefinger and thumb unremittingly
pinching and tweaking my fiery glans, was the most devastatingly sweet
sensation I had ever experienced.

   Ethan, however, made sure I did exactly that.  Falling forward, he added
his brawny weight to my precariously balanced body, causing me to collapse
beneath him onto the bed, effectively trapping both my hand and his.  The
new position was definitely confining but thankfully he could still manage
to move his fingers over the sensitive tip of my penis.  The feel of his
burly weight on me only seemed to add to my heightened sense of arousal. 
When he tugged the hand that had been juggling my testicles out from
beneath us and buried his fingers hand in my hair, tugging until my head
was forced back so he could raspily breathe in my ear, I was sure he was
trying to kill me with raw pleasure.  And still he kept moving.  In and
out, his rhythm steady and rough, pounding into my body in a way so
animalistic I was surprised he wasn't growling, making my lips part as I
began to moan in ecstasy, my ass pumping upward to suck up every burrowing
inch of his great length.

   Despite his valiant attempts, that was it.  Though I desperately wished
to prolong the incomparably edge sensation, the glittering knife blade that
separates consummate rapture from the unbearable, I could stand no more. 
"I'm coming, I'm coming" I crooned triumphantly until my voice pitched into
a low banshee wail, "I'm cooommmming!" The broilingly hot tide within me
crested in a thunderous torrent and fountained its deluging tsunami through
every artery and vein of my bloodstream, surge upon surge of deliquescent
ecstasy, echoing the spouting ejaculations beneath me, glutting out the
aqueous sweetness.  I washed helplessly along its raging current, my
jubilant ass contracting elatedly around the thickness that impaled it.  I
voiced gasping howls of delight until a sudden violent thrust jammed my
open mouth into a pillow, stifling any further sounds from my involuntarily
spasming body, tossing and thrashing like some wild beast trapped in a net.


   My tumultuous orgasm must have brought Ethan to the apex of his own
physical joy because, jerking his hips violently, he ripped into me again
and again until he lustily cried out in wild abandon.  A microsecond later
his great shaft exploded, sending its scalding contents splattering against
the tender walls of my welcoming rectum.  I had only been dimly aware of
what was going on, spiraling deliriously, as I was, in my nebulous haze of
euphoric release, but when I sensed his erupting penis emptying within my
innermost depths, his steaming seed squirting within my newly conquered
passageway, something about his orgasm triggered something previously
untouched within me.  Kaleidoscopic lights whirled in front of my eyes and
I felt my thundering heartbeat throughout my delectation-exhausted body as
a new set of delicious tremors began to rack my body.  With no conscious
effort on my part, our sweat-drenched, sex-joined bodies worked once again
in unsurpassed accord, a bucking pair of brother souls ascending the apex
of earth-bound joy together, climbing to new and glorious heights of
sensation.  But the rippling pleasures still caromed through me long after
he pumped the last of his spurting hot cum into me, leaving me soaring like
a sole bird of flight into new, never-before-experienced dimensions of
transcendent pleasure, wishing Elaine were here to share this with me...

   When at last our epileptic seizures ceased, we collapsed on the bed in a
tangled, sweating heap, our homoerotic lusts sated.  I felt Ethan's heart
thumping reassuringly against my back, his decelerating breath hot in my
ears, strong arms locked possessively around my waist, holding me fast, his
penis still engulfed in my slick heat.  I wanted to reach out and touch him
but found myself too depleted to do anything but bask in the heat of his
body and his desire for me.  Never before had I felt so vulnerable, so
naked, so totally possessed.  Bathed in the serene warmth of the luminous
afterglow of our forbidden lovemaking, I was filled with appreciation and
tenderness for the man who had just claimed me so magnificently, so
superbly.  We had now made love in every conceivable manner, surpassing
anything I had ever considered possible in sex with another man before. 
His warm semen trickled slowly from my tenderly sore apertures.  There was
no feelings of guilt or remorse, no belief that maybe we were neurotically
oversexed or that the two of us suffered from aberrant libidos.  Ethan was
and forever would be my best friend, and no matter what happened between me
and Elaine, his mother.  I was determined to maintain this precious
connection I shared with him, a man I admired and cherished with all my
heart.  That made everything good and clean and right between us the way it
could never be with anyone else.

   Ethan began to stir, and when his softened penis slipped out, he turned
me carefully to him, kissed my slack and swollen lips then led me to the
bathroom.  He ran the shower, adjusting the spray to a steamy heat, before
he helped me into it.  We stood there under the sultry spray for a quiet,
peaceful moment then began to fondly lather one another, playfully but
gently attentive to those parts so recently hard-used.  It was a sweet
moment, our volcanic passions temporarily slaked.  I treasured these quiet
opportunities to savor the texture of his skin, the exquisite tone of his
muscles, the burnished cinnamon tan that colored his limbs.  He soaped my
body softly but thoroughly, utilizing the hand spray before enfolding me in
a huge fluffy bath towel and patting me dry.

   Four minutes later found us snuggled under a fresh set of bedsheets and
the down-filled blankets, the two of us whispering our goodnights and
sharing a final kiss.  Nestling against the soothing body heat of his
nakedness, I found it hard to contemplate the fiery wonder at what this
magical night would mean to all the rest of our lives.  My eyes closed and
I drifted off to sleep in the most pleasant, relaxed dreamlike trance I had
known in ages, slipping off onto a tranquil sea that was carrying me off
into a balming tropic warmth.







   A few quick notes

   First - I'm amazed by how much interest in this story, both in comments
and in number of hit counts.  It is Very gratifying and, yes, all
suggestions are at the very least considered and once rather seriously
debated between the two of us.

   On those asking about the editing process, my patient editor and I have
the mutual agreement that this story is to be written in a purplish prose
porn style so while there is a definite attempt to keep Ethan's inner
turmoil alive (his internal conflict in having sex with his best friend
while being in love with his best friend's mom) the real focus is on the
descriptive eroticism of the anal sex itself.

   To repeat myself, no, there will be no incestuous contact in future
chapters, that being a subject i find squicky.  That being said, there will
be conversations and scenes that are designed to be my commentary on the
hypocritical attitude towards ...  well ...  you'll see...
   Comments, suggestions, criticisms whatever shadesofextasy@hotmail.com