It’s been years since I promised the last part. I really don’t know why I’ve hesitated, but here it is. I’m so sorry for the wait. This one will be long…it is the last, and the best of my experiences with my best friend Mike.
I couldn’t believe where Mike and I had started from and where we were now…
After a couple of years we had finally found the perfect area to park in the hills outside of town where nobody had ever even came close to finding us. So, with that sense of security we were parked there what seems like at least a couple of nights a week satisfying each other. Now, instead of stroking ourselves for a while before hearing those words, “do you want to suck it a little?”, Mike was saying those words just about as soon as our cocks were out. As soon as the words were said our shirts, jeans, and underwear were all coming off, and Mike hung his neck chain on my rear view mirror. I don’t know why, but it still turns me on to think of it hanging there…not a thing on his beautiful body. Some nights it was solely sucking each other until one of us was the first to cum (usually Mike), although occasionally Mike would offer up that beautiful, smooth ass. I was becoming obsessed with his ass. While he was sucking on me, my hands always found their way to his ass…squeezing it, sliding a finger in his warm love tunnel. It usually lead to me diving my tongue into it when it was my turn to suck on his beautiful cock. I always made my way back there. His moaning seemed to intensify each time, and when I worked a finger into it he would always moan and push back into my hand. I really thought this was as far as things would go, but I was wrong. Pleasantly wrong.
One night while Mike was going down on my cock, just as he started, he asked me, “who am I?”. We had been talking about a girl we knew for a while that night, Ronda. Both of us obsessing over how good it would feel to have her suck our cocks. Without hesitation I moaned out, “mmm, Ronda”. He moaned in approval…if he only knew how badly I really wanted to say his name. It would be too weird, so I held back. Instead I kept going with Ronda, “that’s it baby, suck that cock Ronda. Fuck, you’re so good Ronda”. I realized he was moaning way more than he ever had as he took my cock in his mouth deeper and deeper, looking up into my eyes, which he had never done before. He pulled away from my cock as he looked up at me, “do you want to fuck me?” He had never said it like that before, but he was in his element as her. “Fuck yes Ronda. I want to fuck you so hard”. Still, I wanted to say his name, and it was getting more obvious that his question was really with the intent that he was really wanting to be fucked. I started to move to get into what I thought would be a doggie position, but he pushed me down and straddled me, facing me. He had never faced me before when doing anal. He did it reverse once, which drove me wild (in the red car if you recall). Again, he spit quietly into his hand, reached back and rubbed it on my head, and with the words, “easy, easy” he gently slid down my rock hard pole. I loved watching his facial expressions, that mix between ecstasy and a bit of pain, holding his breath as he took me in little by little. His asshole was becoming so willing, it went in so easy and faster this time, but still felt as fucking tight as ever. He put his hands on my chest and began to slide up and down gently, then settling into a perfect, steady pace that was putting me on the verge of cumming already. I grabbed his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks as he l looked down at me, his eyes rolling back. “Mmm, fuck yeah Ronda you are going to make me cum so hard”. With a smile he replied, “yeah? You fucking love fucking me, don’t you?”. Again, was he meaning it…or was it in character? Now my hands were on his hips, pulling him into a rocking motion as I was now buried to the hilt in his hot ass. With a few more thrusts I said, “oh fuck Ronda, I’m going to cum”. With that, he pulled off of me, rolled over, and with no further invitation I began stroking myself and shooting string after string onto his perfect chest. A string hit his cheek and he flinched, but stayed put until I had finished. I then settled back into my seat out of breath as I watched him finish himself, stroking a thick pool of cum out onto his belly that mixed with mine. This is the first time I had watched him take care of himself so obviously, and he knew it. He moaned more than he ever had as he shot those thick strings onto himself. As usual, we cleaned up and drove for town as we always had, nothing more said.
That was a turning point that broke up the normal, and set us on the path for the culmination of my experiences with Mike.
The next few times we went out to our parking spot, while sucking each other I became bolder after the whole “Ronda” night. While going down on his cock, I moaned more than I usually did, which was driving me crazy in of itself to think I was pushing things further. I broke from his cock, holding it in my hand, looking at it and moaned the words, “mmm, you are so fucking hard”. Then I immediately took him back into my mouth as a bit of embarrassment hit me. To my excitement he moaned back, making out the words, “fuck yes”. That was the only go ahead I needed. As I continued working his rock hard, throbbing cock I was able to get out the words, “you taste so good”. Again, he moaned and squirmed in pleasure, and I knew he loved it. From that night our actions were mixed more with words than just moans. It was setting the stage for the most perfect night I could imagine with him. I hope all my previous stories and this intro were worth what this leads up to.
One weekend shortly after we had both become more vocal and bold about how much we enjoyed our escapades, we found ourselves heading out of town together. We often went to this town where we had many friends, and stayed with family of mine. To be honest, I had been planning this one anxiously, because my family at that home would be gone, and we would be alone for the night. So, we hung out with friends for the evening, but cut it short which was far from normal, both of us saying we were tired and would do more with them the following day. The fact that he was also eager to go made it evident that he was looking forward to what I was.
Without wasting time, we made our way to the guest bedroom. There actually wasn’t any talk of what we were going to do, just normal getting ready for bed talk/conversation, and of course some talk about a couple of local girls. Discussing the sleeping situation, there was only 1 bed in that room, and only 1 other bedroom in the house which we didn’t feel right using. There was a sleeping bag on the floor…but I told Mike I was fine sharing the bed if he wanted to so we both could be comfortable. “Yeah, I’m fine with that too”, he said, and we turned the lights out and climbed in, both of us in our boxers. Within minutes our conversations about those girls led to us both stroking under the covers on a hot summer’s night. “It’s too hot” I said, as I flipped the covers back. Mike did the same in turn, his cock already standing fully erect as he stroked it. As soon as the covers were off, I didn’t hesitate, “do you want to suck it”. Mike moaned and replied yeah, and with that our boxers were slid off, and we were sliding closer together.
There was just enough light coming through the outside window…whether from a streetlight, or the moon, I don’t know. But I can still see his naked, smooth, muscular body on the bed there in the moonlight, sweat glistening on his chest (it really was so hot in that house that night). Usually Mike seemed to get the first turn to go down, but since I said it first tonight, I made my move. As I took his throbbing cock in my hand and slowly took his head into my mouth he let out a loud moan in approval, his hands moving to my shoulders. I could feel him shaking! He was in so much anticipation, as I must have been as well. As I sucked him, I ran my hands all over his body…squeezing his perfect ass, running them up his hips and sides to his chest. My cock was so hard as I rubbed and squeezed his muscular pecks. For some reason I couldn’t take my hands off of his chest. He was moaning, continually moaning out the words, “oh fuck”, and “yeahhhh”. It was driving me nuts! I broke from his cock and started kissing up his stomach, to his pecks, making my way to his nipples. As I did so I continued to stroke his raging hard on. I kissed higher…I had kissed his neck before, and I found my way there again, but I went even higher, coming to his cheekbones. After a few seconds of kissing his neck and cheekbones roughly, as I broke to work back down he said the most amazing words, “fuck, do whatever you want to me”. I thought that was pretty much implied by this point, but what those words did was pushed me over another edge I never would have imagined being on. I don’t know what compelled me…my hands were already on his neck, I worked up to his face and slid a finger in his mouth. Immediately I thought, “what the hell?”. And really I wanted to kiss him…but was that too much? As I hesitated and began to draw back I felt his mouth close around my finger and he sucked it passionately, looking me in the eyes as he did so. It was so fucking hot! After a few seconds I moved back into his neck, worked back to his hard nipples, then back down to his cock. As I took him back in I could taste his pre cum, and between the taste and that smell I was at the point of no longer holding back.
After a few seconds of taking him into my mouth, again, I parted from his cock and kissed back up his body in the same manner as before, making it to his neck. I found my way back to his cheekbone. I placed a hand on the opposite side of his head and pulled him in tight as I kissed there, he was moaning in pleasure and breathing so hard, more than ever before. I worked down the cheekbone towards his chin, which increased his moans. After kissing under his chin intensely, moving higher, all of the sudden we both made the move at the same time and pulled each other in, lips pressing in the most intense kiss. It wasn’t soft…it was wild and passionate, tongues going wild, moaning, struggling for breath as our bodies pressed tightly together as we embraced each other tightly, kissing so deeply. We kissed like this for what seemed like forever, sucking each other’s tongues as we did so, pressed dick to dick humping wildly as we kissed. I could have cum just from this! We eventually broke from the kiss and I went back to working on his cock. That didn’t last long until Mike pulled me up and again went wild with kissing again…it was so intense…wet, sloppy, loud kissing with moans and babbled words as we were both in ecstasy. This time Mike broke and laid me back, pushing my legs into the air. He kissed up my legs, finding his way to my awaiting, eager hole. He kissed around it gently, then with slow circular licks, at last, diving in face first as I moaned and gasp for air. After a few minutes it was my turn, and I flipped him over, ass in the air, and plunged into his hot, wet (from sweat) hole. He tasted better than ever tonight, and of course I let him know it. After a few minutes of eating his ass I pulled away, and he eagerly met me in a kiss yet again. The taste was indescribable as we both had that taste on our tongues. We kissed even more passionately and deeply, if that was possible, and again sucked on each other’s tongues, savoring that musky, salty taste.
As we parted, Mike again pushed me down as before…I knew what was coming this time, and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. This time he took my cock in his hand, took it into his mouth and sucked on it slowly and passionately, looking into my eyes. As he drew it out, he let out a long string of saliva, and leaning over it softly dropped another gob of spit onto it. Still looking at me, he worked his wet hand around my cock lubing it all, rose up, straddled me, and pressed my throbbing head against his hole. He held it there for a second, fuck he was driving me wild still looking at me, then he released his weight and slowly took my head into his ass. The head went in so easy this time and he held it there, squirming a bit, then so slowly lowered himself onto me, the whole time still looking at me, my hands now on his hips as I watched his ass swallow my hard cock. He never took a pump on it, instead slowly taking it in little by little until it fully disappeared from my sight. As he bottomed out, he rocked his hips back and forth, moaning, as he seemed to be trying to wiggle down on every single inch of it that I had to offer. His rocking motions slowly gained distance, as my hands again found a rhythm with his amazing hips…I loved how he worked those hips as he ground his ass on my cock all the way down to my pelvis.
We were so fucking loud that night! Not only did mike moan, he was now loudly gasping his “yeah’s”, he was also panting and gasping loudly. I have never been so turned on! As our pace quickened he went from an upright riding position, to being bent over more towards my head. His throbbing cock was pressing against my stomach; I could feel pre cum drip from his tip. His hands were on the bed at my sides. He leaned down more and more as the pleasure took over, his face closer and closer to mine. I leaned up to him and took his mouth to mine as he continued to thrust onto my cock over and over. It was all so fucking wild…the humping as I fucked his ass harder than I ever had before, so deep, my hands on his back running wildly as we kissed, our tongues going wild; the moans, the “ah’s”, the “oh fuck’s”. Mike broke from the kiss and again went upright, going back to bouncing on my cock. I wanted to cum so fucking bad, but now I was to the point that more than anything I wanted his cum. I rolled him off of me, pushing him to his back as I bent down and took his raging hard on back into my mouth. Again, the salty, silky taste and feel of that pre cum! I sucked him like never before, stroking him as I did so, looking into his eyes. I was intent on getting every drop out of him. Within no time at all mike was moaning, almost screaming, arching his back as he announced he was going to cum. He knew what I wanted, and as he neared the edge I felt him actually pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, doing most of the work himself. He wanted to blast his cum in my mouth, and I knew it. I felt him tighten up, hold his breath, and with a loud moan I felt him shoot thick, heavy streams into the back of my throat. I was gagging, he had never cum so much! I wasn’t about to lose a drop, and I didn’t. I swallowed ever string as it shot out into my mouth, savoring the taste. I had never sucked him so long after he cum, I got what I wanted, every drop. As I parted Mike looked up and said, “cum on me”. I straddled his waist, I could feel his wet cock, now going limp thumping against my thighs as the bed shook as I stroked myself, looking down on him. His hands came up to my hips, working and squeezing between there and my ass as I stared at his body, eager to spray my load on his hot, amazing, glistening body. As my breath quickened, Mike’s grip became more firm, his fingers running inside of my crack and teasing my hole now. That put me over the edge as I was soon shooting my hot load all over his awaiting body. I was moaning out so load, but to my surprise so was Mike, he was so eager to feel that hot cum string over his body over and over again. I have never cum so much…the sight of his body, the build up from the kissing and intense fucking, his warm, soft cock against my legs, his hands in control on my eager body. I was his in this moment! I’ve never been so vulnerable. With that, we lay there motionless, catching our breath, before finally going to clean up. Again, not much said as we returned to bed and went to sleep. Naked this time.
Like I said, this was kind of the pinnacle of us. And I hate to leave it hanging but that’s about it. Over the next 2 years life took us different places and to different locations. We got together in our hometown a few times…those adventures took us to our parking spot, with the same words, “do you want to suck it a little”? This time it was complete with kissing and usually me fucking his amazing ass. And one night, he did taste my cum, he took a decent amount of it into his mouth. I’m still not sure if he enjoyed it or not.
We went 2 straight years without seeing each other. One night we ended up back in our hometown at the same time. We hung out with friends…I thought I was giving him the hint but we parted ways without going to our spot. “Fuck this” I thought, and I followed him to his parent’s house. We talked in the driveway for a bit, and the conversation went to the girls we had been with. Finally, I got bold and told him I needed to go beat it before going back to my parent’s house. He said, “yeah, me too”. “Do you want to go?”, I nervously asked. With that he was climbing in my truck and I drove to our spot. On the way, Mike said words that still sting me this day. “I uh, think I’m gay man”. I didn’t know what to say! I was so turned on, but in our time apart I also had found a girl, and I felt things were wrong with being with him. My only reply, “hey man, you’ve got to get it, do what you’ve got to do”. Such an awkward answer! Truth is, I had always wanted to get to the point of foreplay with him, actually making out with him with clothes on, feeling his hard cock through his jeans, slowly stripping him down. I never got that. One last fling in our spot, complete with kissing and fucking him once again. I rarely see him now, both of us married with families and living hours apart. And I wouldn’t now if the chance was there. Don’t judge…I will be honest and faithful to my wife. But I’ll never forget our incredible sex.
But I still have my fantasies occasionally. I dream of him fucking me…he never fucked me. I wanted him to, I was scared. I loved fucking his ass…I’ve jerked myself off to the thought of cumming inside of him, and him in my ass. And of letting him give me a facial. I fantasize of us living together and fucking all over the house. I imagine camping with him, fucking in a tent and on the banks of the creek on a hot summer night. I always wanted to get him into a shower…so fucking hot! Also of having a threesome with another guy, maybe our friend Dave. And with that, teaching someone new to gay sex that is nervous to learn and explore. Picking up a gay couple in Vegas, and fucking in the hotel (swapping partners all night of course). I imagine fucking him poolside, or in a hot tub. And one of my favorites, crossdressing for each other. Not necessarily at the same time, but taking turns being the girl for each other. Maybe He would be Ronda and I would be Liz.
If you’ve liked these true stories of us, maybe I will have to write about some of my Mike fantasies for you. Let me know which ones you want to my to write about.