The Sublime Cock

Autumnal Tints.

Tabled/2.

"Fuck me in Cognito, baby." (55)

"Fuck me in Cognito, baby." (54)

"Fuck me in Cognito, baby." (54)

Breaking in the roommate/3.

Breaking in the roommate/3.

25A:  FUCKING MY BROTHER’S KEEPER

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."

Jack Kerouac
‘On the Road’

•••••••••

"Now that preliminary orgasms are out of the way, let’s get out of here and get dry," Jack said. We dried each other off and poured more scotch. "Mmm…pairs well with your semen," I said, "which does in fact taste exactly like my jizz." After Jack threw a couple more logs on the fire we settled into each other’s arms on a thick soft rug in front of the fireplace.

••••••••

"Hey Jack," I asked, my head on his chest and his junk cupped in my hand,
“what was that whole deal about you wanting John to fuck me first? I never got that…I mean, I thought I got it at first but I was wrong.”

"What did you think?" he asked.

"Well, my mission was to get you to fuck me in the ass first, which you knew, and I thought if I could just get out of StL with my ass•virginity, I’d be able to get you to fuck me in the ass— PDQ after we got home."

"But you couldn’t get out of StL with your virginity," Jack laughed.

"No, I couldn’t," I agreed. "John and I had planned to play a round of knob-in-the-hole Monday night…thank you for that suggestion, by the way…Fuck, I can’t believe that was just two nights ago, seems more like two weeks.  Anyway, just before you surrendered on Monday, I had made up my mind to change the rules and surprise John into fucking me in the ass that night. Which happened, and which did not suck. I just knew it was the right time."

"I felt it all, Joe. That was the most amazing fuck ever…well, most amazing fuck not involving my cock."

"Anyway, I knew you wanted to fuck me, but also that you didn’t think we should…so I figured you thought if you could get John to go ahead and fuck me in the ass before I came home, I’d leave you alone and wouldn’t ‘make’ you fuck me. But after you surrendered, told me the only thing we’d be using your fucking rule book for was to wipe our asses with its pages…but you were still pleading with me to let John fuck me in the ass first…none of that made any real sense to me. Then on Tuesday, after John had fucked me in the ass twice the night before, and it hurt like hell both times…and you told me you had been taking it up the ass, too…I figured you had wanted John to basically break me in for you."

Jack laughed pretty hard at that. “I won’t deny that I saw having you ‘broken in’ as kind of an added bonus, but that wasn’t the real reason I was trying to get you fucked in the ass before you and I got together. And I had torn up my rule book a long time ago - that’s really a different story, but as soon as I envisioned fucking you as completing me, the most beautiful fuck scene I ever made up in my head, by the way, there was no question in my mind that if when you got home you still wanted my cock in your ass, we were going to fuck.

"So I figured the best way for you to truly know if what you wanted was my cock in your ass, and not just A cock in your ass, was for you and Tex to start fucking. I’m not usually very altruistic, but I also believed Tex  deserved to be first - you’ve been a couple all fall, after all, and it was Tex who convinced you to open up your ass to him in the first place.

"I said this earlier, and I meant it - I think he’s good for you and you need to have a real partner. Whatever happens between us, Joe, we’re not going to end up as partners playing house together…”

"I do know that," I admitted. 

"Yeah, so you and I having a suck and fuck spree in December is not great for your relationship with Tex, I know that and I still can’t help it, but I figured your best chance with him afterwards would be if you and Tex had already cemented a more serious relationship…before us. I’m not bragging, but if I had fucked you first,  I’m not sure you’d have even gone back to school in January…"

"Jesus, you’re not bragging," I laughed as I punched Jack’s arm, "but you’re arrogant as hell."

Jack was very serious and didn’t share my laughter. “No, ‘Im really not,” he said, “I’ve seen us fucking both ways - you Truth Serumed me to find out what I saw when I fucked you in the ass, but you didn’t ask me about the flip side—”

"No fair! I didn’t know me fucking you in the ass was even an option then," I complained.

"But if you’d asked," Jack said, "I’d have said both ways were…perfect. Which brings me back to where I started. I wasn’t sitting back saying ‘Let Tex break Joe in…but I do think being first is greatly overvalued…my own experience - and I’m not suggesting this is true for everyone,  I just don’t know differently, but being…like fifth is best…so, yeah, I’m perfectly ok with Tex plowing the virgin field, especially since I thought he had earned that right with you anyway."

"I just don’t know what your experience is…what do you mean when you say ‘fifth is best?’ I asked.

"Only that the fifth time I got fucked in the ass it was way better than 1 through 4. 4 was fine, but 1 & 2 hurt -
a lot - and  3 wasn’t much different. And the one experience that I’ve had  - that I know about - where I fucked some guy his first time and the next four times …that fifth time was golden for him, too…really, for both of us. So if anyone had asked me, ‘Jack, you wanna fuck Joe 1st or 2nd?’ I woulda said, ‘thanks for asking, but I’d rather be the 5th in…if that’s not a choice, I’ll take second. So assuming I fuck you before anyone else gets here from Texas, I’m thinking No. 4 is a really good place to be…and I’d like to be your next fucker after that, too."

I started laughing and could hardly stop. “What?” Jack asked, “you think I’m crazy?”

"No," I said, "I agree with you. 1st and 2d times it hurt like shit - don’t get me wrong, I still loved it, but it did hurt. 3rd time was better, but it still hurt." I paused to make sure I said this the right way. "The 4th time was certainly the best - I felt like I got ‘filled up’ for the first time the way I had wanted to be ‘filled up’ and it didn’t hurt at all…I’m still waiting to find out what the fifth time feels like."

"You mean…wait…Tex fucked you twice Monday night, and I missed the second time completely, but I didn’t miss last night…he fucked you again after I got off…and I missed the 4th time? I’d think I’d  have known about No. 4 for sure…"

"Nope,  you nailed No. 4, at 12:15 a.m. this morning…musta missed No. 3… yesterday afternoon," I said.

"Fuck, you and Tex have been busy," Jack observed, "but I can’t believe that cobra cock slipped in twice without me notic—"

"Don’t panic…it wasn’t Tex," I said, realizing how shitty what I was about to say was going to sound. "The bellhop fucked me in the ass yesterday afternoon. That was the 3rd time. "

"WTF?" Jack asked. "I thought you were going to fuck him again. Which I could kinda get since Tex claims he won’t bottom…but now you’ve gone all batshit on me…Tex plows your virgin ass three times in 24 hours and that’s not enough for you, so you squeeze in a matinee assfucking, too. What the fuck were you thinking, Joe?"

"I haven’t been thinking much at all, Jack," I admitted, "and I don’t feel good about the bellhop thing yesterday. In fact, that was a fucking disaster - not the sex part, though. The fucking itself was primo. The disaster part we can talk about…oh, I dunno…maybe when we’re both taking a crap or something. I feel bad about that fuck-set because of John…but I think I’m about to fuck you in the ass…like now…and I don’t feel bad for John about that. Then right after that perfect guilt-free fuck, I’m pretty sure you’re teed up to go balls deep in me, and I’m going to feel fucking great about you being the fifth cock in." 

"You’re over-analyzing again, Joe - but that’s my bad," Jack said. "Let’s just fuck now and sort it all out later. We’re here to be selfish and greedy, so let’s  be selfish and greedy, OK?"

It really was not hard in those days to convince me to  be selfish and greedy, so I was down with that. “Hey  Jack,” I said as I wrapped him up in my arms, pressing my boner against his crack, “Tell  me your favorite, the best, position for you…”

Jack laughed and said, “Pretty much any position that gets your cock inside me…but for our first time…face to face, so I can see your eyes and have your tongue in my mouth, too.  And don’t be too selfish and greedy, you know,  don’t be in a big hurry…fuck my ass for as long as you can…starting about now.”

"Wait a fucking second," I said, and I cannot imagine what I was thinking. But what I said next was, "You’re the one with all the experience…and I’m the one who has ‘the soul of a bottom’…so why is it that I’m topping first? Why aren’t you showing me how to do this?" I suddenly felt like I was on stage. There were a dozen things that Jack could have said to me then, and the next day he did give me the whole spiel, a lot of which made sense. And he also could have just ignored me, because by then I was tickling his asshole with the head of my dick, and the chances of me NOT pushing my cock into my brother’s rectum within the next couple of minutes were nil.

But Jack did answer me then. What he said was, “There are lots of reasons, Joe, but the main one is I need this more right fucking now than you do.” Of course, that was more than enough for me - had he said nothing I still would have fucked him in the ass exactly the same and without further delay. But the next day he did elaborate and what he said then encapsulates better than anything else what he was thinking when the head of my dick punched through from his outside to his inside. 

What Jack explained to me the next day was, ‘What happens when men fuck men is the most intimate thing that can happen between two people…heterosexuals would disagree, no doubt, but I’ve fucked women, and I’ve fucked and been fucked by guys, and there just isn’t a more intimate feeling for me - I won’t say for any guy, but I do believe that - than having a cock balls deep in my ass. For that cock to have been yours, and not some slapdick’s  I picked up, fuck, that feeling was intensified ten-fold. Short answer is my connection to the guy is deeper if he’s fucking me, and not vice-versa, and what I was trying to say last night is that I needed to feel the deepest possible connection to you.’

I had planned to rim Jack again, and spend some time stretching his hole again, because his ass was tight - I had become an “expert” in half a week - but when I heard, ‘the main thing is I need this more right fucking now than you do,’ as I was pressing the head of my cock against Jack’s hole, and we were looking straight into each other’s eyes, I pretty much forgot about more foreplay and instead I liberally squirted and spread Astroglide all over my cock.

While I did that Jack grabbed a thick cushion off a couch and put it under his ass to get it up off floor level. Once he was situated I was back on top of him, looking into his eyes as I quickly lubed his a•hole with two fingers. Jack nodded, and whispered, “I’ve done this a few times, I’m fine.” I did wonder then how many times he had bottomed - at least five I knew - but that wasn’t the moment to discuss his history. And I was more curious about how he had come to be fucked in the ass the first time anyway.

Jack was very limber from his yoga, and he pulled his legs way back while using his hands to spread his cheeks apart as much as he could. “Thanks,” I whispered as I pressed the lubed head of my cock against his slightly opened hole. I pushed the head of my dick just inside him and watched as his eyes filled  with awe and wonder. Then I penetrated him more deeply, sinking my cock about three inches into Jack’s ass, without effort. My cock engaged and held that position as I leaned down and sucked Jack’s nipples. I could feel Jack’s sphincter contract around my stationary cock. Jack moaned involuntarily. He felt every bit as good to me as he had that time we had played knob-in-the -hole nearly five years earlier, though penetration was much easier this time. 

I left off with Jack’s nips and kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with my tongue while holding my cock completely still, parked three inches deep in his anal canal. Jack was beginning to squirm underneath me, trying to inch me in deeper. When I looked into his bright green eyes, he laughed softly and said through clinched teeth, “you ruthless bastard…fuck me!” I laughed as I gently pinched one of Jack’s nipples between my thumb and index finger. I was dying to begin fucking in earnest and was on the verge of doing just that when Jack’s resolve crumbled first. “Oh, goddammit Joe fuck me now…please I can’t…fucking…stand it…fill me up…goddammit…dear god fuck me hard!” 

Jack’s ass was positioned perfectly, elevated three or four inches off the floor on a sofa cushion, his legs up and ankles back almost to his ears. I withdrew about halfway and then pushed back in, plunging steadily in, deeply into his sweet peach of an ass. Really entering Jack, past those first couple of inches, my god, the word that I always associate with that first tactile sensation of being inside Jack is “buttery.” Which I know doesn’t make much sense, because his tunnel was tight, the resistance was nice, just right…but I always think of how creamy and buttery he felt inside. 

I worked my cock all the way inside Jack and kept trying to burrow even deeper, but I was buried balls deep in him and then taking long, slow, deep strokes in and out…then I was pounding that perfect fit of an ass as hard as I could…then I was double-clutching to keep from blowing my load…then my balls were slapping against Jack’s ass again. And Jack was an active bottom, rising up to meet my downward thrusts, sometimes clasping his legs tightly around my back…and always talking, encouraging, instructing, and just making a fuckload of noise.

 It still amazes me when I think about what a few inches of skin rubbing against a few other inches of skin can feel like, and how we can absolutely lose ourselves in that friction between the first set of inches and the second set of inches, but I did completely lose myself somewhere in that sweet fucking buttery friction. Jack had said that he wanted me to fuck him in the ass for as long as I could - and I did do that. We paused a couple or three times to forestall orgasm and, toward the end of that epic fuck, I finally pulled all the way out and put on a condom, then plunged back in and fucked Jack as hard as I could until my balls exploded like fabulous yellow roman candles shooting off across the stars. 

Jack had also told me that he had ‘seen’ me fucking him in the ass and that it had been perfect. I wouldn’t argue with his descriptor, but the way it felt to me was that I had come as close to fucking myself in my own ass with my own cock as I could have come, all while I was looking into my own eyes, which were full of fucking awe and wonder, so yeah, fucking Jack in the ass, an ass made for my cock, was ‘perfect’ for me. But to complete the intoxicating illusion of self-fucking, I also had to have Jack’s cock, identical to my own, thrusting as deep into my rectum, which was identical to Jack’s, as Jack could thrust it.  

The next thing I remember with any clarity is being on the balcony outside the great room, naked in the chill night and looking up at the Milky Way, the land dropping away from the cabin and my hands braced firmly against the railing, as every bit of Jack’s hard thick cock finally ventured past traction - only after I had howled, pleading into the infinity above me, for him to fuck me in the truest possible way - and his repeated standing thrusts into the deep core of my being, violently filling me with the most intimate essence of ‘Jack’, and Jack buried balls deep in my ass, Jack reaching around and bringing me again to climax just as he had what he would tell me later was ‘the most perfect’ orgasm he’d ever had, and me knowing, feeling deeply within, what it meant to be completed.

When we were curled up again on the rug in front of the considerably burned-down fire, Jack reminded me of something that I only hazily recalled, that when I had interrupted his re-enactment of the ‘vision’ he had had of fucking me in the ass (the one I had compelled him to disclose to me weeks ago), when I had interrupted THAT vision with my insistence that Jack fuck me standing from behind with ‘tender barbarity,’ I had told him he could fuck me twice before I took another turn at top if he got me off while he fucked me on the balcony rail under the stars. That had been a very sudden urge, impulsive, without premeditation, on my part - I had just known at that moment that that was the way I needed to feel Jack inside me. He could fuck me again -as soon as he wanted - the way he had seen it and described it to me while I had been studying in the Stacks, I had explained to Jack as I led him outside, and as Jack was then reminding me.

I had said that, as I recalled. “Are you saying you can fuck me again…now?” I asked, feeling more ready for sleep than I was for fucking.

"I’m saying I can…and I want to," Jack said.

"OK…I’m going to get a cold beer," I said, "and then you can fuck me until dawn."

25A: FUCKING MY BROTHER’S KEEPER

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."

Jack Kerouac
‘On the Road’

•••••••••

"Now that preliminary orgasms are out of the way, let’s get out of here and get dry," Jack said. We dried each other off and poured more scotch. "Mmm…pairs well with your semen," I said, "which does in fact taste exactly like my jizz." After Jack threw a couple more logs on the fire we settled into each other’s arms on a thick soft rug in front of the fireplace.

••••••••

"Hey Jack," I asked, my head on his chest and his junk cupped in my hand,
“what was that whole deal about you wanting John to fuck me first? I never got that…I mean, I thought I got it at first but I was wrong.”

"What did you think?" he asked.

"Well, my mission was to get you to fuck me in the ass first, which you knew, and I thought if I could just get out of StL with my ass•virginity, I’d be able to get you to fuck me in the ass— PDQ after we got home."

"But you couldn’t get out of StL with your virginity," Jack laughed.

"No, I couldn’t," I agreed. "John and I had planned to play a round of knob-in-the-hole Monday night…thank you for that suggestion, by the way…Fuck, I can’t believe that was just two nights ago, seems more like two weeks. Anyway, just before you surrendered on Monday, I had made up my mind to change the rules and surprise John into fucking me in the ass that night. Which happened, and which did not suck. I just knew it was the right time."

"I felt it all, Joe. That was the most amazing fuck ever…well, most amazing fuck not involving my cock."

"Anyway, I knew you wanted to fuck me, but also that you didn’t think we should…so I figured you thought if you could get John to go ahead and fuck me in the ass before I came home, I’d leave you alone and wouldn’t ‘make’ you fuck me. But after you surrendered, told me the only thing we’d be using your fucking rule book for was to wipe our asses with its pages…but you were still pleading with me to let John fuck me in the ass first…none of that made any real sense to me. Then on Tuesday, after John had fucked me in the ass twice the night before, and it hurt like hell both times…and you told me you had been taking it up the ass, too…I figured you had wanted John to basically break me in for you."

Jack laughed pretty hard at that. “I won’t deny that I saw having you ‘broken in’ as kind of an added bonus, but that wasn’t the real reason I was trying to get you fucked in the ass before you and I got together. And I had torn up my rule book a long time ago - that’s really a different story, but as soon as I envisioned fucking you as completing me, the most beautiful fuck scene I ever made up in my head, by the way, there was no question in my mind that if when you got home you still wanted my cock in your ass, we were going to fuck.

"So I figured the best way for you to truly know if what you wanted was my cock in your ass, and not just A cock in your ass, was for you and Tex to start fucking. I’m not usually very altruistic, but I also believed Tex deserved to be first - you’ve been a couple all fall, after all, and it was Tex who convinced you to open up your ass to him in the first place.

"I said this earlier, and I meant it - I think he’s good for you and you need to have a real partner. Whatever happens between us, Joe, we’re not going to end up as partners playing house together…”

"I do know that," I admitted.

"Yeah, so you and I having a suck and fuck spree in December is not great for your relationship with Tex, I know that and I still can’t help it, but I figured your best chance with him afterwards would be if you and Tex had already cemented a more serious relationship…before us. I’m not bragging, but if I had fucked you first, I’m not sure you’d have even gone back to school in January…"

"Jesus, you’re not bragging," I laughed as I punched Jack’s arm, "but you’re arrogant as hell."

Jack was very serious and didn’t share my laughter. “No, ‘Im really not,” he said, “I’ve seen us fucking both ways - you Truth Serumed me to find out what I saw when I fucked you in the ass, but you didn’t ask me about the flip side—”

"No fair! I didn’t know me fucking you in the ass was even an option then," I complained.

"But if you’d asked," Jack said, "I’d have said both ways were…perfect. Which brings me back to where I started. I wasn’t sitting back saying ‘Let Tex break Joe in…but I do think being first is greatly overvalued…my own experience - and I’m not suggesting this is true for everyone, I just don’t know differently, but being…like fifth is best…so, yeah, I’m perfectly ok with Tex plowing the virgin field, especially since I thought he had earned that right with you anyway."

"I just don’t know what your experience is…what do you mean when you say ‘fifth is best?’ I asked.

"Only that the fifth time I got fucked in the ass it was way better than 1 through 4. 4 was fine, but 1 & 2 hurt - a lot - and 3 wasn’t much different. And the one experience that I’ve had - that I know about - where I fucked some guy his first time and the next four times …that fifth time was golden for him, too…really, for both of us. So if anyone had asked me, ‘Jack, you wanna fuck Joe 1st or 2nd?’ I woulda said, ‘thanks for asking, but I’d rather be the 5th in…if that’s not a choice, I’ll take second. So assuming I fuck you before anyone else gets here from Texas, I’m thinking No. 4 is a really good place to be…and I’d like to be your next fucker after that, too."

I started laughing and could hardly stop. “What?” Jack asked, “you think I’m crazy?”

"No," I said, "I agree with you. 1st and 2d times it hurt like shit - don’t get me wrong, I still loved it, but it did hurt. 3rd time was better, but it still hurt." I paused to make sure I said this the right way. "The 4th time was certainly the best - I felt like I got ‘filled up’ for the first time the way I had wanted to be ‘filled up’ and it didn’t hurt at all…I’m still waiting to find out what the fifth time feels like."

"You mean…wait…Tex fucked you twice Monday night, and I missed the second time completely, but I didn’t miss last night…he fucked you again after I got off…and I missed the 4th time? I’d think I’d have known about No. 4 for sure…"

"Nope, you nailed No. 4, at 12:15 a.m. this morning…musta missed No. 3… yesterday afternoon," I said.

"Fuck, you and Tex have been busy," Jack observed, "but I can’t believe that cobra cock slipped in twice without me notic—"

"Don’t panic…it wasn’t Tex," I said, realizing how shitty what I was about to say was going to sound. "The bellhop fucked me in the ass yesterday afternoon. That was the 3rd time. "

"WTF?" Jack asked. "I thought you were going to fuck him again. Which I could kinda get since Tex claims he won’t bottom…but now you’ve gone all batshit on me…Tex plows your virgin ass three times in 24 hours and that’s not enough for you, so you squeeze in a matinee assfucking, too. What the fuck were you thinking, Joe?"

"I haven’t been thinking much at all, Jack," I admitted, "and I don’t feel good about the bellhop thing yesterday. In fact, that was a fucking disaster - not the sex part, though. The fucking itself was primo. The disaster part we can talk about…oh, I dunno…maybe when we’re both taking a crap or something. I feel bad about that fuck-set because of John…but I think I’m about to fuck you in the ass…like now…and I don’t feel bad for John about that. Then right after that perfect guilt-free fuck, I’m pretty sure you’re teed up to go balls deep in me, and I’m going to feel fucking great about you being the fifth cock in."

"You’re over-analyzing again, Joe - but that’s my bad," Jack said. "Let’s just fuck now and sort it all out later. We’re here to be selfish and greedy, so let’s be selfish and greedy, OK?"

It really was not hard in those days to convince me to be selfish and greedy, so I was down with that. “Hey Jack,” I said as I wrapped him up in my arms, pressing my boner against his crack, “Tell me your favorite, the best, position for you…”

Jack laughed and said, “Pretty much any position that gets your cock inside me…but for our first time…face to face, so I can see your eyes and have your tongue in my mouth, too. And don’t be too selfish and greedy, you know, don’t be in a big hurry…fuck my ass for as long as you can…starting about now.”

"Wait a fucking second," I said, and I cannot imagine what I was thinking. But what I said next was, "You’re the one with all the experience…and I’m the one who has ‘the soul of a bottom’…so why is it that I’m topping first? Why aren’t you showing me how to do this?" I suddenly felt like I was on stage. There were a dozen things that Jack could have said to me then, and the next day he did give me the whole spiel, a lot of which made sense. And he also could have just ignored me, because by then I was tickling his asshole with the head of my dick, and the chances of me NOT pushing my cock into my brother’s rectum within the next couple of minutes were nil.

But Jack did answer me then. What he said was, “There are lots of reasons, Joe, but the main one is I need this more right fucking now than you do.” Of course, that was more than enough for me - had he said nothing I still would have fucked him in the ass exactly the same and without further delay. But the next day he did elaborate and what he said then encapsulates better than anything else what he was thinking when the head of my dick punched through from his outside to his inside.

What Jack explained to me the next day was, ‘What happens when men fuck men is the most intimate thing that can happen between two people…heterosexuals would disagree, no doubt, but I’ve fucked women, and I’ve fucked and been fucked by guys, and there just isn’t a more intimate feeling for me - I won’t say for any guy, but I do believe that - than having a cock balls deep in my ass. For that cock to have been yours, and not some slapdick’s I picked up, fuck, that feeling was intensified ten-fold. Short answer is my connection to the guy is deeper if he’s fucking me, and not vice-versa, and what I was trying to say last night is that I needed to feel the deepest possible connection to you.’

I had planned to rim Jack again, and spend some time stretching his hole again, because his ass was tight - I had become an “expert” in half a week - but when I heard, ‘the main thing is I need this more right fucking now than you do,’ as I was pressing the head of my cock against Jack’s hole, and we were looking straight into each other’s eyes, I pretty much forgot about more foreplay and instead I liberally squirted and spread Astroglide all over my cock.

While I did that Jack grabbed a thick cushion off a couch and put it under his ass to get it up off floor level. Once he was situated I was back on top of him, looking into his eyes as I quickly lubed his a•hole with two fingers. Jack nodded, and whispered, “I’ve done this a few times, I’m fine.” I did wonder then how many times he had bottomed - at least five I knew - but that wasn’t the moment to discuss his history. And I was more curious about how he had come to be fucked in the ass the first time anyway.

Jack was very limber from his yoga, and he pulled his legs way back while using his hands to spread his cheeks apart as much as he could. “Thanks,” I whispered as I pressed the lubed head of my cock against his slightly opened hole. I pushed the head of my dick just inside him and watched as his eyes filled with awe and wonder. Then I penetrated him more deeply, sinking my cock about three inches into Jack’s ass, without effort. My cock engaged and held that position as I leaned down and sucked Jack’s nipples. I could feel Jack’s sphincter contract around my stationary cock. Jack moaned involuntarily. He felt every bit as good to me as he had that time we had played knob-in-the -hole nearly five years earlier, though penetration was much easier this time.

I left off with Jack’s nips and kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with my tongue while holding my cock completely still, parked three inches deep in his anal canal. Jack was beginning to squirm underneath me, trying to inch me in deeper. When I looked into his bright green eyes, he laughed softly and said through clinched teeth, “you ruthless bastard…fuck me!” I laughed as I gently pinched one of Jack’s nipples between my thumb and index finger. I was dying to begin fucking in earnest and was on the verge of doing just that when Jack’s resolve crumbled first. “Oh, goddammit Joe fuck me now…please I can’t…fucking…stand it…fill me up…goddammit…dear god fuck me hard!”

Jack’s ass was positioned perfectly, elevated three or four inches off the floor on a sofa cushion, his legs up and ankles back almost to his ears. I withdrew about halfway and then pushed back in, plunging steadily in, deeply into his sweet peach of an ass. Really entering Jack, past those first couple of inches, my god, the word that I always associate with that first tactile sensation of being inside Jack is “buttery.” Which I know doesn’t make much sense, because his tunnel was tight, the resistance was nice, just right…but I always think of how creamy and buttery he felt inside.

I worked my cock all the way inside Jack and kept trying to burrow even deeper, but I was buried balls deep in him and then taking long, slow, deep strokes in and out…then I was pounding that perfect fit of an ass as hard as I could…then I was double-clutching to keep from blowing my load…then my balls were slapping against Jack’s ass again. And Jack was an active bottom, rising up to meet my downward thrusts, sometimes clasping his legs tightly around my back…and always talking, encouraging, instructing, and just making a fuckload of noise.

It still amazes me when I think about what a few inches of skin rubbing against a few other inches of skin can feel like, and how we can absolutely lose ourselves in that friction between the first set of inches and the second set of inches, but I did completely lose myself somewhere in that sweet fucking buttery friction. Jack had said that he wanted me to fuck him in the ass for as long as I could - and I did do that. We paused a couple or three times to forestall orgasm and, toward the end of that epic fuck, I finally pulled all the way out and put on a condom, then plunged back in and fucked Jack as hard as I could until my balls exploded like fabulous yellow roman candles shooting off across the stars.

Jack had also told me that he had ‘seen’ me fucking him in the ass and that it had been perfect. I wouldn’t argue with his descriptor, but the way it felt to me was that I had come as close to fucking myself in my own ass with my own cock as I could have come, all while I was looking into my own eyes, which were full of fucking awe and wonder, so yeah, fucking Jack in the ass, an ass made for my cock, was ‘perfect’ for me. But to complete the intoxicating illusion of self-fucking, I also had to have Jack’s cock, identical to my own, thrusting as deep into my rectum, which was identical to Jack’s, as Jack could thrust it.

The next thing I remember with any clarity is being on the balcony outside the great room, naked in the chill night and looking up at the Milky Way, the land dropping away from the cabin and my hands braced firmly against the railing, as every bit of Jack’s hard thick cock finally ventured past traction - only after I had howled, pleading into the infinity above me, for him to fuck me in the truest possible way - and his repeated standing thrusts into the deep core of my being, violently filling me with the most intimate essence of ‘Jack’, and Jack buried balls deep in my ass, Jack reaching around and bringing me again to climax just as he had what he would tell me later was ‘the most perfect’ orgasm he’d ever had, and me knowing, feeling deeply within, what it meant to be completed.

When we were curled up again on the rug in front of the considerably burned-down fire, Jack reminded me of something that I only hazily recalled, that when I had interrupted his re-enactment of the ‘vision’ he had had of fucking me in the ass (the one I had compelled him to disclose to me weeks ago), when I had interrupted THAT vision with my insistence that Jack fuck me standing from behind with ‘tender barbarity,’ I had told him he could fuck me twice before I took another turn at top if he got me off while he fucked me on the balcony rail under the stars. That had been a very sudden urge, impulsive, without premeditation, on my part - I had just known at that moment that that was the way I needed to feel Jack inside me. He could fuck me again -as soon as he wanted - the way he had seen it and described it to me while I had been studying in the Stacks, I had explained to Jack as I led him outside, and as Jack was then reminding me. I had said that, as I recalled. “Are you saying you can fuck me again…now?” I asked, feeling more ready for sleep than I was for fucking.

"I’m saying I can…and I want to," Jack said.

"OK…I’m going to get a cold beer," I said, "and then you can fuck me until dawn."

Sun•risers.

Friday feet/572.

Friday feet/572.

The Fuck Itself…with ‘male mail.’

The Fuck Itself…with ‘male mail.’

"Are we fucking yet?"

"Are we fucking yet?"

Nooner/2.

Nooner.

Nooner.

How I accidentally fucked my best friend in the bathtub when he dropped his bar of soap.

How I accidentally fucked my best friend in the bathtub when he dropped his bar of soap.

The Fuck Itself/9.

23B: I AM JACK’S BALLS…FULL OF SEMEN

http://sublimecock.tumblr.com/post/99433252743/23b

The Fuck Itself/9.

23B: I AM JACK’S BALLS…FULL OF SEMEN

http://sublimecock.tumblr.com/post/99433252743/23b

Go Tell It On The Mountain/293.

Go Tell It On The Mountain/293.