We both shared our secrets, and that’s what made us close and possibly best friends, although I do not think it’s accurate to rate friendships, because each of them has its own value. I hadn’t seen him for about 5 years, but when I returned from working abroad, he was a changed person. His life was now reduced to working and fucking, to put it bluntly. 

He usually paid for sex and her view of women changed a lot because of what he was exposed to. It seemed like he was brutish, impatient, sex oriented, with a great void to fill. I knew he had something to hide, and I did too, and getting in touch with him again allowed us both to confess our secrets to each other. 

We usually traveled in his car, and our native town had nothing going on, so we usually escaped into the beach at night to watch the starts and talk about what happened during our years apart. The flux of the sea, the darkness, the cold, the fact that we walked on the sand for hours, all of that allowed our bodies to slowly open up to each other. He used to talk about his current life with some resentment, which meant that he had lived a different one.

He was the one who opened the game by talking about his sexual experiences and the women he fucked in recent times. No details, just body appreciation and a bittersweet look of triumph. Still, it seemed like he was trying to reach a certain topic and didn’t know how to, but he eventually found a way to mention a woman he used to love, and how that has been damaging him for half a year, hence the decadent state he was in. 

I did not ask many questions and merely wanted to support him in a way that he did not feel judged, and we needed several times together and many adventures for him to truly open up about it. When he finally trusted me again, he told me more details about the relationship. They were sharing a house because of the high rent prices and I never forgot when he told me that she had a boyfriend and she would answer him with my friend's cock in her mouth when talking on the phone.

I am not sure if he felt guilty or was just in true despair for losing her, but he lived a double life nonetheless. They lived together for about 4 years, fucking each other in secret, but actually spending a life together as a couple, and she would eventually see her long distance boyfriend who actually met him.

This double life was something I was familiar with, and for some days, after his confession, I felt like I had to give him something back and tell him one of my secrets. He trusted me with something so important that giving him something in exchange would provide him with some internal peace as to my secrecy, which I always kept. 

From my part, I had an existential crisis. After posting my nude body online for hundreds of thousands of people, I felt like a dirty pig, exposed to everyone in the world, afraid that no woman would want me. I had the burden of hiding a double life as well, concealing a part of myself that seeked sexual freedom, and I couldn’t be myself to a full extent.

I tried to introduce the topic several times, but now I had the chance because he could relate to me feeling like an impostor. When I told him about the photos, he did not care a little bit about my feelings. He was weirded out at first, and not even five minutes later, he almost demanded to see the photos. He wanted to compare my cock to his, which was kind of expected, since he had always competed with me in everything.

My exhibitionist side loved that. I showed him some photos of myself focused on my cock, but since I always document my whole body, I slid one or two that showed my ass and hole.

‘Is this really you? Are you kidding me?’

‘Of course. Who could that be? Can’t you see other traces that resemble my body?’

‘What the fuck is that ass. That’s a fine looking hole, not gonna lie.’ he said in such a confident way that I did not even dare to question it.

Since I always had gay people complimenting my photos and videos, it was only natural to me to hear those compliments from men, and even straight guys told me the same online. They would make an exception with my ass, and it always left me flattered. However, experiencing that in real life was different, because there was the possibility of it actually happening.

Anal pleasure was something I was familiar with. My hole was trained, I had tried butt plugs, dildos, bananas, cucumbers, and other objects that expanded my ass in order to take a cock. However, the mental blocks were really hard to overcome. Maybe even impossible. 

I thought about the masculinity of his hands, the beard, the filthy and strong hair all over his body, the shape of his torso and toes, the features of his face. As a straight guy, those were things that never appealed to me. If one day I could get fucked for a million dollars, I would have to do it looking somewhere else and just pretending that I was getting penetrated by a dildo.

Still, the question was implanted in me. We lived near a desert beach, and since I was so at ease with him, I started skinny dipping in front of him, which was something I did before but all by myself. Now that he had seen me naked, there was no difference. He did not care much about my nudity, and used to joke about fucking me occasionally, but I never really took him serious. 

After some time, he stopped mentioning that and his mind was more focused on women. We would go out and make some homophobic remarks, perhaps in a way to compensate for his insecurity, now that he desired to possess a male butthole. I thought he was losing interest and honestly felt some sort of relief. Deep down, I knew that if we fucked, we would ruin our friendship and put our whole identity at stake. If something between us would happen, it would have to be something well thought out, not a crazy night that we would regret. In the end, I knew he was not homophobic and was probably just dealing with a new type of insecurity that shaked his identity.

Although he stopped commenting on my body, now it was time for me to feel rejected. I was used to being desired, and even if he did not want to fuck me, I wondered if he was still attracted to my ass. He stopped encouraging me to undress, and my counterplay was to one day spread my ass cheeks, half jokingly, in front of him after a skinny dip. He never went to the water because he didn’t know how to swim, but he smoked at the shore watching the horizon and the sunset. He merely laughed and nodded his head.

Some weeks passed and I did not insist on it, but there are phases for some people who enjoy anal pleasure. Some months are balanced, with no desire to feel something inside us, with no need to cum from prostate stimulation without even touching our cocks. But other months we are possessed by the prostate demons and we need to get our anus expanded by an object. Everytime I wanted to get fucked, I started to wonder what difference would it make if it was a dildo or a cock, since a cock would have natural motion and I could feel like being penetrated with full enjoyment without needing to both focus on penetrating and being penetrated.

My latent desire never abandoned me. We went out and talked to women, had sex with women, talked about life, but that subject remained on the back of our heads. It was driving us apart and we knew it, because we couldn’t forget the sexual tension. It was too much now, and although we knew we shouldn’t do it, our curiosity was forcing our bodies to clash. 

After a night out where we drank too much and went to the beach, he finally opened up about the subject.

‘If we ever fuck, I would have to be absolutely fucking drunk.’

‘No, we can’t do it, it will ruin our friendship.’

‘It’s almost like we already did it. You literally spread that rosy hole in front of me.’

‘Yeah, just teasing you a little bit, nothing else.’ I replied

‘Well, I masturbated at home thinking about it. I would want to eat that ass too and tongue fuck it.’

That’s when I started to get hard, full of adrenaline, and honestly wanting to get fucked.

‘How the hell do you have such a hairless and smooth ass?’ he continued.

‘I do laser hair removal.’

‘Hahaha! Do you spend money on that shit? Is it for your photos?’ he added.

‘I feel better like that, but at least you seem to like it, motherfucker.’ showing him my asshole once again.

He then took of his camera and took a photo with flash of my ass.

‘Got you, bitch.’ he said.

‘Delete that shit.’ I replied.

He zoomed on his photo to see my asshole.

‘Damn, at least let me cum tonight looking at this beauty.’

That’s when my exhibitionist side could not resist and I put myself in all fours on his car.

'Alright, record me then and have some fun later tonight.' I said while bouncing my butt, provoking him.

He turned the lights on in the car, put the camera on video mode and pointed at my ass. His hand was visible, adjusting his cock in a typical POV porn video.

I spread my legs as much as I could and put my head outside of the window, looking at the stars and listening to the sea. I felt no guilt, and my uncontrollable desire to be fucked ended up winning. I was already feeling his cock teasing my asshole with a repeated slaps, and his cock was far bigger than mine from what I could sense from behind.

He did spit on my ass to lube it and first inserted a finger, licking it very fast like he was in a hurry. He wanted my ass so bad, but at least he respected the elasticity and longevity of my asshole, which was something that surprised me. I thought he would just enter me raw and dry and destroy my anus without even knowing it, but since he also wanted to tongue fuck me, it was good for a foreplay and preparation.

He was talking to the camera and regurgitating his own perversities. The camera was capturing my hanging balls, and he filmed my feet and my back like he was studying and admiring me, which made me feel like I wanted to be fucked even more. He finally entered me and even while being able to insert a regular dildo in the past, nothing prepared me for his cock. It wasn’t too long, but the thickness made me feel like I was both going to explode and to fly.  There was a constant tension on my anal lips.

Having that thick cock inside me did not allow me to think about anything else. It was such an all-encompassing feeling that I could only focus on the constant tension, so I just closed my eyes and let him breed me like an animal for a good while, and my lips were gripping and holding his cock. I came several times from prostate stimulation, and moaned freely without giving a damn.

I am not sure if it was the alcohol, but he did not take much to cum and remove his cock.

‘Now let’s see his insides.’ he said, having fun, like he was going to show the video to someone else, and he recorded my gaping hole twinking, opening and not being able to close, and used the flashlight to record my prolapsed hole.

‘Now let’s see you expel it.’

A waterfall of thick cum slowly exited my hole due to its density. White, creamy, healthy cum spread into my balls and he licked me clean.

‘There we gooooo…’ he said triumphantly, slapping my ass hard like I was his bitch. 

I felt like a little slut and the stars were rotating faster and faster due to my drunkenness and fatigue after cumming. I left the car and ran to the sand with no pants, and just lay there listening to the sea and still feeling my asshole contracting and leaking cum like it would never close again because of that thick cock.