Hello, everyone. I hope this post catches you all well. I've been meaning to write a part 2 for my first post "My best friend's boyfriend asked me to fuck him" for MONTHS now and today I'm finally able to sit down and share this hot experience with you guys. I know there are a good amount of you guys who have been waiting patiently for this, I promise it was worth the wait. IF you haven't read the original post I made last year, make sure to read that before you continue! If you've already seen it, I suggest going back and reading it again, cuz it's hot and it'll probably make this part twice as hot.

Part 1 is linked at the end of this post!

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Me [M]: 23 years old

Steven [M] 23 years old

Mack [F]: 24 years old, Steven's girlfriend.

Alright, so picking up right where we left off. After what happened between Steven and I that night, a whole new kind of tension arose between us. Before that night, our tension was pure physical attraction. Now, I had sucked Steven's dick and balls. The air felt awkward yet hot between us, even moreso because we were both trying to act natural around Steven's girlfriend and my best friend, Mack. This persisted for days, then weeks. Steven had asked me to fuck him, I sucked his dick while Mack slept in the other room, and we had not been able to talk about it whatsoever because it is very rare for us to have a single minute to ourselves when we hang out. Still, Steven and I were able to chat and interact normally, even with the wicked tension we could see in each other's eyes.

One day, I was relaxing at home on my day off when I hear my phone ring in the other room. I go to pick it up and I see it's a call from Steven. I froze for a second. So many good and bad possibilities ran through my head. I picked up.

Me: "Hello?"

Steven: "Hey, man! It's been a minute since we've seen each other. How have you been?"

Me: "I've been good! You already know, just working and dealing with school. It's been pretty stressful, so I'm sorry I haven't been able to come around."

Steven: "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you've been good. I'm just out getting some food for Mack and I, and you came to mind."

I blushed a little bit.

Steven: "So, um, yeah, we should definitely talk about what happened."

Me: "Yes! Please, let's talk about it. I can tell we've both been really wanting to talk about it since that night but we haven't been able to."

Steven: "Yeah, that's been killing me." He chuckled.

Me: "So... how have you been feeling about it?"

Steven: "Well, it was kinda hot but I've also had some bouts of guilt and paranoia."

Me: "How so?"

Steven: "I don't know man, sometimes I just get really scared that you're going to tell Mack."

I was a bit shocked, but understood where he came from. Thing about me, though, is that I can keep a secret with little to no effort.

Me: "Damn, sorry if you've been going through it, dude. I want you to know that I could never and will never say a word to Mack, or any other living soul for that matter. You had some questions that needed answering and you sought out those answers. There's not guilt in that. Also, it hasn't helped at all that we haven't been able to talk about it at all up until now. It's important that we talk about it."

Steven: "Yeah, not being able to talk about it has been killing me. We've only been talking for a few minutes and I already feel much lighter."

Me: "If you ever feel that you need to talk about it, or anything, don't hesitate to give me a call or text me, we can just delete the messages immediately after."

Steven: "Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. This is a relief. I'm glad we're good."

Me: "Of course, we're good. We have never not been good. I do have to ask though, how have you been feeling about everything? Y'know, besides being a little paranoid."

Steven: "Well, like I said, it was hot and it felt really good but I'm not gay so I think it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I'm glad I had you." He laughed.

The call ensued with some regular friend conversation before Steven had to order at the drive-thru and hung up. Soon as the call ended I let out a sigh of relief. It was good to know that we were both sort of ruminating over what we did, not just me. I was secretly scared he was disgusted or repulsed by me now. We cleared the air a little bit after that call and I didn't know I needed it.

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Fast forward a week or so, Mack invites me to come over for a night of drinking and some video games. I was excited to hang out with them because it had been a while, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping to get some alone time with Steven. Come that night, I arrive at their house in the evening and the tension between Steven and I was much more at ease. We drink and play all night until around 1am, before Mack gets too tired and decided to crash for the night. She's always gone to sleep really early. Steven and I, on the other hand, always go to sleep super late. As soon as Mack announced she was going to bed for the night, Steven and I exchanged a look. We told Mack that we'd hang out for a little longer and off she went. Now my nerves were setting in. Steven and I moved to the living room and settled down on the couch for a movie. So far, we'd only had chill friendly interactions, nothing out of the ordinary. I'm the type of person that will not initiate certain interactions, I always leave it up to the other person, which isn't always good. The movie starts and ends with no talk of what we did, sex, or anything. I was a little surprised so just as Steven was about to turn in for the night, I stop him and ask him where he stood in terms of what we did. He assured me it was a one time thing, he was curious and he fooled around a little bit. I nodded to his statements and we shook hands, hugged, and he disappeared into his bedroom.

I sat there slightly confused. I wasn't bothered by what he said, but something didn't add up. That night I sucked his dick, before anything physical happened, that man poured his soul out to me. He told me about all his hot kinks, how we watches gay porn, fucks himself with the pestle from the mortar in the kitchen. He told me how he wanted to be pounded doggy style while he had his hair pulled. How he wanted to experience a hands-free orgasm from being fucked. Those are only the details I remember. I took his word for it, and deemed everything as a one time thing that wouldn't happen again. Steven, Mack, and I continued hanging out after that as normal. I slept over whenever I could, my friendship with Steven actually got a lot closer and cooler during this time. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fuck him on the spot every time I saw him, but at the same time there was no crush or romantic feelings. It all felt oddly mature. One night, Steven and I were playing some video games after Mack went to sleep and he farted (pretty loudly) in front of me. I laughed and told him I was glad our friendship had reached that level. He laughed and joked about how I sucked his dick, our friendship was far beyond that level. The weeks passed and though I felt really attracted to Steven, our friendship remained a cool bro-ship but now we were much more open with sexual and kinky conversations. It was nice. It had also become routine that after Mack went to sleep, we would stay up for a few more hours doing whatever and talking about shit we can't really talk about in front of Mack. It'd been a while since I had a guy friend that I felt so chill with.

My birthday rolled around late last year, and my mother gifted me a trip to IKEA so I could get some new furniture for my apartment. I was excited so I invited Steven and Mack to go with me because Steven has a big truck. Later that week, Mack and Steven picked me up at my place and we headed to IKEA and spent the whole day there. We were all tired when we got out so we decided to head back to Mack and Steven's place, then Steven would take me home tomorrow and help me build the furniture I got. Mack worked in the morning so she wouldn't be able to tag along. It was like the stars aligned. It'd been a while since anything remotely sexual happened between Steven and I but I still felt there was a chance for something else to happen, and the fact that we were going to be completely alone in my apartment all day... I'd be stupid to not take my shot. It was time I took some initiative. We drove back to Mack and Steven's place, had some dinner, and as usual Mack went to sleep while Steven and I stayed in the living room watching a movie and talking about random shit.

As the night went on, my conversations with Steven started getting more and more sexual. To the point where we actually started looking at Twitter porn on his phone and getting really horny. I was rock hard, and Steven was too. I could see his bulge through his pants and he would grab it and squeeze it a bit whenever he scrolled past something particularly hot to him. I was sweating. I had to play my cards right. Last time was fun but it got cut short by post-nut clarity, I couldn't let that happen this time. I whipped out my phone and started looking a gay twitter porn next to him, showing him videos I found hot now and again. He was visibly intrigued by what kind of porn I liked and didn't like. He was always curious of the gay perspective. We kept scrolling and and getting hornier. Eventually, I broke.

Me: "Bro, I gotta say something."

Steven, putting down his phone and looking at me: "What's good?"

Me: "I know we've talked about it and you said it was only a one-time thing... But I'd be lying if I said the thought of me fucking you hasn't been haunting me since that night."

Steven went silent. He looked away from me and stared at the wall in thought. I thought I had fucked up for sure. Throughout this whole endeavor I was scared to lose him as a friend as well. Sex or not, I value our friendship and he's a genuine good friend. After about a minute Steven turns to me and looks at me in the eyes.

Steven, shyly.: "Well... If it's haunting you that bad, I guess you could fuck me."'

I froze. Did he just say what I think he said?

Steven: "I've still been really curious." He looked me up and down.

My horniness skyrocketed. I couldn't believe it was that easy. Again, Steven is a hot hunk of a man. Thick in all the right places, especially his ass. He doesn't go to the gym but he's in very good shape. I'd say he has something a little less than a dad bod with a nice amount of chest and stomach hair but not too much. He's white with black hair and brown eyes with a full beard that he trims down a bit but he leaves his full mustache. Your stereotypical 5'10" straight macho fuckboy. In other words, one of my biggest sexual fantasies. I tried to keep it cool and not act too excited but on the inside I was boiling over.

Me: "Well if you're still down we can fuck at my place tomorrow."

Steven: "I'm down dude... Fuck, I'm excited."

Clearly he wasn't as concerned about concealing his excitement as I was.

Steven: "You wanna see my ass?"

I gulped. Before tonight I genuinely thought nothing was going to happen again.

Me: "Let me see it."

Steven turned sideways on the couch and pulled down his pants, revealing his beautiful thick ass. It was perfectly round with a few birth marks on the cheeks and little to no hair around the hole. I reached over and grabbed one of his cheeks. I wanted to smack it so bad, I was in awe at this man with the thickest ass I've ever seen. I use both my hands to spread his cheeks and see his hole. It was pristine. Pink and visibly tight.

Me, softly: "Fuck..."

Steven, still showing me his ass: "Is it nice, dude?"

Me: "Hell yeah, man. You have a really nice pink hole."

Steven chuckled. He pulled his pants up and sat back up looking at me.

Steven: "Thanks, man. Not gonna lie, I've always wondered if I had a nice asshole."

Me, chuckling: "Well you do, I appreciate the privilege."

Steven: "Thank you, thank you. So how are we gonna do tomorrow? Should I shave?"

Me: "Nah you don't need to shave. I actually prefer natural body hair so you're good. As for tomorrow, when you wake up in the morning you can take a nice long shower and clean up real well. Most guys douche but you don't need to do that. You honestly can just take a nice poop a while before, then just make sure you clean up real good on the outside and use your fingers to clean the inside a little but trust me you'll be good."

Steven: "Okay sounds good, I'll do that."

We both took a moment to take in what we had just decided to do the next morning. Then we looked at each other. I felt a bit ballsy.

Me: "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you tomorrow." I smiled.

Steven blushed, overcome with excitement and a little bit of nervousness. He leaned his head back, ran his hands through his hair. He looked at me, with a horny look on his face and grabbed me by the shirt and just held it while we looked at each other. He let out a sigh of horny frustration and let go. I don't know why he did that but fuck did it make me incredibly horny. I could have sworn he was just about to kiss me. Still, I thought nothing of it and we just kept talking about what we were going to do.

Me: "What I want more than anything is for you to feel good and comfortable. Everything is going to be at your pace and under your control. If anything makes you uncomfortable or doesn't feel good let me know."

Steven: "Awesome, good to know. That makes me feel more at ease. What positions do you recommend?"

Me: "Well, when a guy is gonna put it in at first, I honestly prefer just laying flat on the bed and letting him put it in slowly or I can sit on it myself. The important thing is that you start it off right. Foreplay and inch it in as fast or slow as the bottom says. If you get that part right then you can fuck every which way. In the past guys have wanted to just shove their dick in my ass, they end up hurting me and it just doesn't feel good at all. The asshole has two entrances, one on the outside and one on the inside. Getting past that first entrance is easy, the second one is the one you have to go easy on. But, beyond that door is where all the pleasure lies. And oh boy what an amazing pleasure it is."

Steven: "Fuck, dude, you're so cool. I feel like I'm getting a class on anal." He laughed. "It's crazy how casual this conversation feels."

We both laughed.

Steven: "I honestly really wanna get fucked doggy style so can we do that?"

Me: "Is that even a question bro?"

We laughed again. Throughout all of this I loved how masculine the conversation stayed. Calling me bro and dude while planning how I was gonna fuck him in the ass.

As we finished laughing Steven grabbed my shirt again and gave it a small tug towards him. Again, he let go of it with a sigh of sexual frustration. I thought for sure he wanted to kiss me but he didn't dare to. I said nothing about it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna kiss him but a kiss would have changed our whole dynamic for sure, so I actually prefer not to. A while afterwards Steven decided to call it a night so he went to sleep. I stayed up for almost an hour just thinking and fantasizing about what was about to happen the next morning. I felt like a little kid trying to go to sleep the night before Christmas. Part of me was nervous that Steven might regret everything in the morning and decide against doing it but all I could do was hope that he didn't.

I crashed on the couch and the next morning I woke up to movement around the apartment from Mack and Steven. I opened my eyes and saw Mack ready for work and heading out. I soon as she left I saw Steven go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I smirked to myself because I knew exactly why he was showering. Once again I contained my excitement and just scrolled on my phone. Steven took a good 30-40 minutes in the shower and the whole time I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the thought of this big straight boy showering and cleaning out his ass so we could fuck. Thoughts like these are what make this situation even hotter for me. Eventually, Steven came out of the bathroom in just his towel and came up to me.

Steven: "Hey bro, so I shaved. I just didn't want you fucking a hairy asshole."

I laughed. Even though I was a bit bummed that he shaved. Like I said, I prefer natural body hair.

Me: "Alright that's cool dude. I guess I'll shower then we can head out."

Steven: "Sounds good."

I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly. Even my asshole because you never know. I got dressed afterwards, we had a small breakfast then headed out to my apartment with the furniture. The air had never felt so clear between us. Two guys with their intentions clear heading out on a mission. Before arriving at my apartment, we stopped at CVS to get some condoms and lube. We established this the night before.

Me: "Alright, I'll just go and grab what we need, wait here."

Steven: "Want me to come with you?"

I had assumed I'd go get everything because he wouldn't want to go buy condoms and lube with another guy but I guess I was wrong.

Me: "Do you want to?"

Steven: "Yeah, man. Two guys just going to buy some condoms and lube, there's nothing wrong with that, right?"

I chuckled.

Me: "Alright come on then."

We went into the CVS and straight into the condom aisle. Once again, I found it hilarious how casual everything felt.

Me: "Okay, so I use Trojan Magnums. Can't really use any other brand. And for lube, in my opinion silicone based lube is the best for anal sex. Water based it good too but it dries up and you need to reapply it constantly. We're not going through that."

Steven: "Oh shit, really? Didn't know that."

We grabbed the condoms and the lube and walked to the cash register. There's no self-checkout at this CVS so we just stood there while the cashier rung up our box of Trojan Magnum XL Condoms and bottle of Swiss Navy silicone based lube. I'm usually a bit shy when it comes to buying things like this but I'm telling you this time I walked up to the cashier with full confidence, my back straight, and my chest puffed up. YES, cashier, you see this hell of a man? I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him as soon as we get out of here.

With the materials acquired, we pulled up to my apartment and Steven did me the favor of carrying all of the furniture boxes from the truck to the apartment. He insisted even though it took him a few trips. Once everything was inside, all the was left was for us to get to it. All that confidence was out the window. I actually found myself pretty nervous when the time finally arrived.

Steven: "So.. what now? Should we put the furniture together first or...?"

Me: "Nah, we should get right into it, shouldn't we?"

Steven: "Let's do it then."

Me: "Want a glass of water before we start?"

Steven: "I actually do, thanks."

I stepped into the kitchen for a minute to get us some glasses of water and when I stepped out I found Steven laid back on my couch fully naked. I was stunned. Definitely a sight to behold. His body hair was so sexy and his thick hairy legs spread wide eagle with his soft dick resting between them. It's so nice and thick when it's soft.

Me: "Oh damn, you are ready."

Steven chucked nervously.

Steven: "Yeah, I am."

I hand him is glass of water, he takes a few sips, places the glass on the side table and look at me.

Steven: "Come on, take your clothes off."

A rush of horniness came over me. I obliged with not another word. I put my water down, took all my clothes off and took a seat next to him. His dick was getting harder and harder and mine wasn't far behind.

Me: "I know I said this last time but damn you have a really nice dick, dude."

Steven: "Thanks, you too."

We sat there for a few minutes just eyeing down each other's bodies and stroking our dicks, comparing them.

Steven: "Dude how is yours so long but thick too?"

Me, laughing: "I was blessed my genetics."

I showed off my dick and looked to him for his reaction. He was looking right at it. Without a word, he grabs it and puts it in his mouth for 3 seconds max.

Steven: "What the fuck, it doesn't taste like anything."

I laughed once again.

Me: "Yeah, dick doesn't really taste like anything."

I took his dick into my hands and stroked it softly. I was mesmerized by the sheer length and girth of it and that beautiful downward curve on top of that. I leaned closer and started sucking it. He threw his head back and let me suck it for little while before he stopped me.

Steven: "That feels really good bro, but I'm not gay so you don't have to do that."

A big part of this was making sure he felt comfortable and really figured out the roots of his curiosity so I stopped immediately.

Me: "That's completely fine. What would you rather do?"

Steven: "I want you to finger me."

Me: "Hell yeah. Turn around dude."

Steven gets up, his dick swinging as his body moved. It was truly mesmerizing. He put his knees up on the couch with his body facing the wall and there it was. I finally saw his amazing ass in all its glory. His cheeks were so thick and his hole so pink. I couldn't believe my ass. I took a moment to take it all in then grabbed his cheeks and started playing around his hole a little bit. I grabbed the bottle of lube, put some on my index finger and slowly introduced it into his hole. He tensed up a bit.

Me: "Remember to breathe and relax. Also remember that you're in control, so if you wanna stop at any given moment, let me know."

Steven: "Yeah, thanks. You can go ahead, I like it."

I started playing a little more. Putting my finger a little deeper. Eventually I put my finger all the way in his hole and Steven let out a really hot soft moan. I immediately got overwhelmed with horniness. I had never felt so fucking horny and turned on by fingering a guy. Holy shit was this hot and we were just getting started. I felt around for his prostate, once I found it I started finger fucking him slowly always making sure to lean towards it. Every time my finger would be knuckle deep, Steven would let out a really hot moan. Every moan turned me on that much more. After a few minutes I added a finger and continued fucking him with my fingers at a comfortable rhythm. He was overcome by pleasure, as was I. He loosened up pretty quickly so before I knew it I was using three fingers and he was taking them like a champ. The image of him thrown on top of my couch moaning like a bitch while I fingered him will never leave my head. I got ballsy and decided to go for a fourth finger. It was so hot and every finger made him moan louder. I can't emphasize how glad I was that he's a vocal guy. After a few minutes of 4 of my fingers in his has he stopped me.

Steven: "Fuck, man stop or you're gonna make me cum already. You fucking know what you're doing."

Me: "Hell yeah, the prostate is the key."

We chuckled. Steven turned around and sat on the couch normally. His dick was rock hard with the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Steven, out of breath: "Fuck, that felt really good."

Me: "You ready for me to fuck you?"

Steven: "Yeah I'm ready. How do we do it?"

Me: "Just lay down fully on the couch and I'll put it in slowly."

Steven followed what I said and laid face down on my couch. I got up to get the condoms and put one on while, obviously, beholding the sight before my eyes. I couldn't believe I was about to fuck Steven after weeks and weeks of tension and unspoken horniness. I got on top of him and rested my dick lightly on his hole.

Me: "Alright, we're doing this at your pace so you let me know as I go."

He gave me a thumbs up. I spread his cheeks a little bit and bit my lip as I rubbed my dick with lube and put some on his hole as well. Making sure to put some inside with my fingers. I lined myself up and slowly started putting my dick in his ass.

Steven, somewhat pleasurably: "Woah..."

Me, chuckling: "What?"

Steven: "You're barely in but that already feels really different. Keep going."

I inched more and more into his ass. Feeling how tight he was, I was about to push past the sphincter and I made sure to watch for his reaction. I pushed softly but firmly and felt him open up. He let out a big moan and held me back with one of his hands.

Steven: "Fuck, man. That shit is big."

I smiled.

Me: "Thanks. I'm gonna just leave it right there and let you get used to that feeling."

Steven's body was a little tense, as every bottom's is the first time they're fucked, but I could tell he was comfortable and liking where this was going. After a minute or so of my dick resting in his ass he gave me the green light to stroke a little bit. I pushed my dick a little bit further then back. Steven let out another big moan. Nothing better than fucking the masculinity out of a straight guy.

I started picking up my pace little by little without putting my whole dick in his ass. He would let out a moan every time I pushed it back in.

Me: "You ready to do doggy?"

Steven: "Hell yeah, man."

I slipped out my dick while Steven got up on all fours. It was go time.

Me: "Remember to breathe and relax your hole."

Steven: "I feel so comfortable, thanks a lot dude. For real."

I put my dick in his ass slowly. This time I was gonna go all the way in. Inch by inch he took my whole dick and let out a big moan when my hips finally reached his ass. I let my dick rest all the way in his ass then a few seconds later I gave him a nice real stroke.

Steven, in pleasure: "Fuck, dude! That feels insane."

That statement was the singular hottest thing I could have heard. I was gonna let him have it. You wanted to get fucked, right?

I started fucking him. It started with slow full strokes all the way to the base then I started picking up the pace as we went. Steven was fully loose and immersed, overwhelmed by the pleasure of my 8in cut dick in his ass. I grabbed him by the hips and really started going in on his ass, all the while he was moaning like a bitch. It was so HOT. I was giving this straight guy the full stroke and there he was taking it like a champ. After a good while my dick slipped out of his ass from how hard I was fucking him. We were both sweaty and out of breath.

Me: "How do you like it so far?"

Steven, still out of breath: "Fuck dude, I was not expecting it to feel that good. I kinda don't want you to stop."

And there I was thinking I couldn't get any hornier.

Me: "Wanna try another position?"

Steven: "Oh yes. Which one should we do?"

I honestly never even mentioned missionary throughout our whole process because I thought it would be too personal for him or "too gay". Still, he gave me the opportunity to choose and I don't lose anything by suggesting, right?

Me: "Wanna try... missionary?"

He thought for a second.

Steven: "Let's do it."

Steven flipped himself over on the couch, now facing up. I look down at his dick and saw that it was still rock hard. A pleasant surprise. I was now determined to give this guy the prostate orgasm of his life.

I threw his legs over my shoulders and shoved a pillow under his lower back for support. His hole looked completely loose. I felt like a king his his castle. I apply some more lube and my dick and on his ass. My finger slipped right in without any resistance. I put my dick in slowly and position his legs more comfortably on my shoulders. I now had the full view of his dick and his face while I fucked him.

I started off with some slower strokes just to get him used to the difference between doggy style and missionary. With every thrust his face would twinge with pleasure followed by a hot moan. Once again I picked up the pace and started royally fucking him. I had one of his legs over my shoulder and supported the other one with my hand. His moans were audibly louder and more pronounced than before. His eyes were closed a lot of the time as he was overcome with pleasure which made it easier for me to truly take in his reactions to what my dick was making him feel.

After a while of missionary he wanted to try yet another position but we didn't know which one.

Me: "Well, you can try sitting on it. I always cum really hard whenever I ride a dick."

Steven, nervously: "Okay."

I laid down on the couch and Steven climbed on top of me as I positioned my dick to align with his asshole. I was inching it in when he changed his mind.

Steven: "Actually, neverminded I don't wanna ride it."

I was slightly disappointed but again, this was all about Steven's comfort and curiosity. Not mine. If I tried my luck by suggesting missionary, this was stretching it so I wasn't surprised.

Me: "That's fine. What do you wanna do then?"

Steven: "I wanna do missionary again. That felt great."

I agreed and he laid back down so I could fuck him with his legs in the air. Steven was so loose at this point, I was surprised he took my dick so well. I've encountered many guys, gay guys, who haven't been able to handle it too rough or for too long. But Steven was passing his gay test with flying colors.

I fucked him even harder than before and I could tell he was really loving it. It only made it that much hotter. After a while of fucking Steven starts jerking off his dick as I fuck him. A sight to behold. Eventually I could feel him tensing up more and more and his moans grew deeper. I put my all into him.

Steven, between moans: "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

After uttering those words Steven tensed up fully and blew his load so hard his whole body jerked as his cum flew in streaks reaching all the way up to his upper chest. His moans were incredible. After his orgasm subsided, I slipped my dick out and he just laid there covered in his cum, completely out breath, covered in sweat. As for me, I felt like I had just won a gold medal at the Olympics. He laid there for a few minutes while his body did a whole system reboot. Eventually he sat up.

Steven: "Holy shit."

We both laughed while still sort of out of breath, naked on the couch.

Me: "Well, there you go. You just got fucked."

Steven: "I just got fucked." He laughed even more.

Steven: "I gotta give it to you, dude. You're an animal."

Me: "Happy to be of service."

Steven: "I've never cum like that in my life. C'mon let's go shower."

Did he just say "let's"? As in let's go shower together? I asked no questions and simply led the way to the bathroom. I ran us a hot shower and he stepped in behind me.

Steven: "I've never showered with a guy before."

Me: "Well I guess we're having a lot of first times today."

We laughed. The shower was pretty straight forward, we cleaned up and stepped out. Of course I wanted to touch the fuck out of him, but I didn't wanna overstep my boundaries. We got dressed up and went back to the living room.

Steven: "Now we have to put all this damn furniture together."

Steven put on a show on the TV and we got to work. Putting the furniture together went super smoothly and there was no awkwardness at all. Every now and again the conversation would sway back to what we just did, recalling certain moments. This all happened months ago and since then Steven and I haven't fucked or done anything sexual at all. I'm not necessarily seeking it out either. We talk about how we fucked every now and then because we both know how important it is in terms of preserve our friendship. If we have something to say about it, we say it. This one time we were at their place waiting for Mack to get home from work and we were talking about it. He told me he will for sure be investing in a dildo soon and that he'd like me to go with him, not Mack. We cleared the air out completely between us. Sometimes he jokes about how I pounded his ass, and I've told him how sexy I think he is and I compliment his ass every now and then. He answered all the questions he had about himself. Turns out he wasn't feeling fully sexually satisfied with Mack and he thought he needed something else. Seeing as his main kink is anal play/sex, that something else turned out to be dick in his ass. And wow am I glad that he chose my dick. We've developed a one of a kind friendship, to be honest. Turns out he's definitely not gay. He just likes getting fucked silly. I told him that if he ever feels like getting his ass pounded again, not to hesitate. Mack is not into anal at all, and very opposed to anything dildo or strap-on related so we'll see if it ever happens again. I really thought I'd be too horny around him after we fucked but it's not like that at all. After what we did in my apartment, I see him more as a friend than ever before. Yes, I'd fuck him the minute he asked me to but part of me also thinks that things would get weird if we fucked again, so I'm not focused on that at all right now.

The most recent thing that happened between us was about a week ago actually, and it motivated me to finally write a part 2. We were chilling at their place while Mack was at work and we got really into depth about when we had sex. We hadn't had a conversation like that since the day we did it. He was asking me how it felt on my end and if his asshole was gaping after we finished. It wasn't fully gaping but it definitely looked like an asshole that had just gotten the shit fucked out of it. He asked me if I'd really do it again to which I obviously said yes but he stayed silent. So... right now I'm thinking the urge is building up inside him again. I honestly wouldn't be surprised, he's a very kinky and sexual guy.

If anything happens I'll write another part in due time, as I do love writing and enjoying my experiences with you guys. Until then, I hoped you enjoyed reading the hottest fuck of my life.

Part 1 of the story