[m/m]y second time... | 2016

"Holy fuck," Paul said.

We were frozen in the position we'd finished in - me laying on my back, him facing me, both of us covered in sweat and my cum... and, of course, his cock buried deep in my ass.

"Yeah," I said, "Holy fuck."

He reached down and slowly guided his cock back out of my ass, looking down nervously.

"We good down there?" I asked.

"Yeah, no worries," he said. "I'm still gonna take a shower, though."

He started to walk out of the room, hesitated, then said, "You can come too, if you wanna... you know, clean up."

"I guess I do have a gallon of jizz to rinse out of my ass," I said, hopping up from the bed.

Paul turned on the water, and glanced at me while he ran his hand under the tap, like he was trying to decide how hot to make the shower- a concern we all have when showering with somebody. His dick was no longer standing at attention, but it hadn't really retreated much, either. After a minute, he hopped in. I stepped in after him.

"So..." he said.

"Yeah, soooo..." I said, then grinned a little bit. "How was it?"

"Um... good. It was good."

"Good?" I raised an eyebrow. "I let you enter my ass, something nobody else has ever done, and all you can say was that it was good?"

"Um... really good?"

"How'd it feel? My ass?"

"Hot," he said. "I mean, like... temperature. It was really warm in there," he chuckled.

"Guess that's why they take temperatures there," I said. "Oh, um... sorry about the kissing thing... it just seemed like a thing at the time."

"No, no... I get it. It was... fine. So... um..." he paused, "How did it feel?"

I laughed. "It was good."

"Oh," he said, "Just 'good,' huh?"

"What do you want, huh?" I threw myself up against him, water cascading over us both, my cock squished up against his, "Want me to say, 'Oh Paul, it felt so good to have your dick inside me, I can't wait for it to happen again.'"

I laughed and went to back away, but then Paul dropped his hands to my hips and held me there, my dick still up against his. He pressed against me a little harder. I gasped a little bit, and he wriggled our dicks together. In moments, we were both hard again, our rock-hard cocks hooked around each other.

We rubbed like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily, and then I reached past Paul and turned the water off.

I walked away. Paul said, "Where are you going?"

"Outside," I said.

"What?"

It had gotten late, it was after midnight now, and Paul's balcony looked out over a duck pond and a not-very-busy side street. It was a cool fall evening, just under fifty degrees, and as soon as I slid the doors open my nipples hardened and my breath started coming out in visible puffs.

I heard Paul behind me, inside the apartment, say, "What are you doing?"

Slowly, I leaned forward, resting my chest on the balcony's railing, and pointed my ass back at Paul.

"Uh," he said.

"Nobody's out here," I said, "Nobody but me."

I expected him to be a bit more tentative, but honestly, it was only a few seconds before he had his cock lubed back up and pressed against my waiting ass. This time, I'd gotten the hang of it, and when he pushed forward I was able to accept him in almost immediately.

"Oh my God," he hissed.

"Fuck yeah," I said.

He started pounding away, his hands on my hips, his dick sliding in and out of my ass and sending electric shocks up my spine every time it hit home. Every so often, a car would drive past down below and I'd get a giddy little thrill knowing how oblivious they were to what was going on up on the balcony.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and walked away. I turned around, and he walked through the bedroom back into the living room.

When I walked in, he was sitting on the couch, smile on his face. He patted himself on the thighs.

"Cleared a spot for you," he said.

I walked over and immediately straddled him, reached down, and started guiding his cock into my ass. My own cock was rock hard and poking him in the belly as I settled down onto his dick.

"You're enjoying this," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

He grinned. "Fag," he said.

"Looks like," I said. I shoved my ass down hard, taking all of his dick inside of me. He moaned a bit and cupped my ass cheeks in his hands.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face towards my chest- he got the hint and started sucking and licking my nipples. I moaned... very effeminately, I'll admit... and started bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Mmm, yeah," he started moaning, "Bounce on my cock. Take it."

I locked eyes with him, and he grinned.

"I said take it, faggot," he said, and slapped me on the ass.

Moaning again, I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my cock. Immediately, he started jerking me off enthusiastically.

I wrapped my left hand around the back of Paul's neck and leaned backward, giving him a better view of my body. Then I reached around behind myself and cupped Paul's balls delicately. He gasped a little.

"You like that, huh?" I asked.

He nodded.

I brought my right hand back up to my face, and sucked on my middle finger, getting it good and wet. I reached back around again, started to cup his balls, but then reached further...

...pressing my finger up against Paul's virgin asshole. He gasped again.

"How about this?" I asked, and started to work my finger into his ass. He put a restraining hand on mine for a second, but then I shoved my finger in deeper and he let go, moaning softly.

"I thought liking it in the ass made you a faggot," I said, smiling.

"No," he said, "This does."

It was one quick motion- Paul cupped his hands under my ass and lifted me up, hard and fast. His dick slid out of my ass, and suddenly, faster than I ever would have believed, my cock was in his mouth.

I wanna say I held on a long time, because I've got so much prowess, but what really happened was that he sucked hard on my dick exactly once, and then I exploded immediately in his mouth. I think he moaned harder than I did as he swallowed almost every drop- a little bit shot out of the corner of his mouth.

Gasping, I slid off his lap onto the floor. I wanted to suck him so bad, but given how much time his cock had spent in my ass over the last hour, I didn't think that was such a good idea. So instead, I grabbed his dick in my hand and, leaning forward, stuck my tongue into Paul's ass.

"Oh my god," he cried, bucking his hips and making the busted-ass sofa creek loudly. I licked and slurped as loud as I could, occasionally switching to licking his balls, and in not too long- though longer than I'd been able to hold out- his cum was shooting all over my hand, over Paul, over the couch, over the floor, over me.

We sat there, not moving, just panting... and finally, I cracked a smile.

"I don't know about you," I said, "But I need another shower."