Close to a Family, Chapter 02.

Close to a Family, Chapter 02.

I lay flat on my back, too dazed to speak. Too dazed to think.

I felt amazingly alive. Like a king of the world. There was this... radiance. An amazing, blissful haze. I felt giddy, exhausted, and escalated, perhaps connected to everything.

Wait. Where the hell was I? The ceiling above me began to come into focus. I still felt... good. Okay, sure, certain muscles I didn't even know I had were feeling tight and others screamed. But I was...

Jeremy.

Everything came crashing back. The good and the bad.

Holy shit! We just... we truly had sex, didn't we? Holy shit. I rubbed my hand roughly over my face, and discovered my arm was bare. Was I...? I raised my head slightly. Yes. Naked.

Jesus Christ. It was real.

A primordial panic awakened in the dark recesses of my mind. Oh my God. Did we really have sex? We didn't just masturbate together or get handsy, did we? We had full-on intercourse, didn't we? The mere thought sent a rush of anxious energy through me. Could I have possibly destroyed myself? Did I transform myself into less of a man? Did Jeremy think I was his sex toy?

Jeremy. God. My best friend. Our shared experience– not just with a man, with him. Together. That's it... together. We connected.

I've never had an experience like that with a man. To be honest, I've rarely had any close contact with a man, let alone an intimate experience. Normally, they were just backslaps, bro-hugs, and collisions on the field. But what Jeremy and I had done... it was... profound. It was genuine. It was the real... feel... of a man. His touch. His voice. His breath. The sharing of a deep connection.

Jeremy.

Connected to Jeremy.

I became aware that he was located next to me on the bed. Stunned as I was, and probably much more winded. Yes, he was panting. His hand was gently delicately draped across my bicep. Preventing the break in our connection.

I rolled over and hoisted myself onto my side, looking at him. Stunned as I was, I had never had a chance to really examine a man. Despite the risk involved with doing so in the gym, I was now free to appreciate Jeremy's incredible physique.

And he was so... completely exposed. Vulnerable. And so disturbingly masculine. He was calmly and unselfconsciously lying flat on his back, his legs slightly parted. His spent erection still sprawled across his hairy crotch, dripping with the last few drops of his semen. He had one arm casually thrown over his head, exposing his hairy armpit. Fuck. It's as if the stereotypical images of naked men in movies or magazines were examples designed strictly for a female audience. Nothing ethereal, soft-lit about him. Jeremy was merely lying there, raw and untamed. Muscles. Sweat. Power. Unrealized potential.

And he was sexually charismatic.

Fuck... his chest. I considered myself hairy, especially with the constant teasing from my wife. I had thick fur between my pectorals, a dusting around my nipples, and a trail that connected to my hairy crotch.

But Jeremy... he was hairy. Not some kind of caveman... more like that Bradley Cooper fellow. It was thick around his pectorals, with hair all over his abdomen that turned into a dense forest between his thighs. So polarized from the male models in catalogs and movies. Rough and untamed. Masculine. Exuding sexual appeal.

But in taking him in, I realized... holy shit, he was drenched in my cum. Jesus. I had sprayed him when I climaxed. Seeing it still clinging to his chest hair made me a bit sheepish... and proud. Goddamn, I had done a great job. [end]

The desire came over me instinctively as I moved my hands across his bare chest. Feeling the texture of his hair between my fingertips, noticing the rise and fall of his chest. He let out an indistinct noise, half a whisper and half a laugh. I perceived the dampness of his sweat mix with the stickiness of my semen. I traced the fluid with my finger and raised it towards my face. I could detect the unusual chlorinated aroma, representing raw semen. I tasted it. A strange sensation for me; I have tasted my own semen before, but this was different. To imagine me sharing my semen with someone else, a friend, it's an act men don't typically perform.

A short list of things men don't usually do... something we performed.

This feeling had an intensity, soft and personal. A word I have never used among men before. It was so raw and passionate. So incredibly hot.

I'm not entirely sure what led me there. Perhaps I was still intoxicated by the pleasure. Perhaps the hormones released by our actions were still at work within me. However, there was something about the closeness we had shared. The intimacy of the experience.

I bended over and licked him passionately from breast to chest.

Fuck. Fuck.

Senses were rushing at me all at once. The sound of his ecstasy, an intense growl that any pleased man could produce. Fuck--I could smell him: a strong, masculine scent, long built by a day of activity. So familiar, yet unique to him. So animalistic. Like a bloodthirsty wolf. An Alpha wolf. Ruling with pheromones. Flooded with sexual sweat. Scents from his testicles. Excited by wet semen. A scent of raw lust.

My tongue brushed against his skin, tasting everything he had built. Feeling his excitement.

He made a dark, disgusting noise. His hand slid onto my sweat-soaked hair.

Hair. The rough wiriness of his chest hair, dampened by sweat, semen, and now my saliva. Sliding along his musculature. He uttered a low growl. I followed his guidance. Sweeping around his pecs. Vacillating between soft skin and his rugged scruff. Over and over. Taking pleasure in his heavy breath. His fragrance. His taste. The continuing sounds of his pleasure. Vacillating with a wider range.

Then, with one of my swishes around his pecs, I realized I was ascending. Ascending. Fuck. Fuck. I extended my progression upward.... And swallowed his hairy armpit.

Jeremy produced a vulgar, lewd sound. But it was drowned out by mine. Something broken within me, unleashing a hunger I was unaware of. The scent was strong and primal. A wild, natural smell. And purely masculine. Focused on inhaling as much scent as I could. I was primal, thrusting my face into his pits. His pit wet with sweat and now my saliva. Lathing like a dog. Delirious. Jeremy didn't know what to expect.

The masculine scent engulfed my senses. I desired more. I knew where I could find more. I peeled my face away from his pit and ventured down his chest. Absorbing my cum as I descended. Devouring his essence. Needing it. Consuming it. Down his manly abs. Surrounded by his musk.

With uncanny speed, I was licking his shaggy groin. Breathing rapidly. Breathing the smell of his sexual arousal. The primitive scent of man. Male pleasure. I moved without restraint across his groin. Sucking. Licking. Breathing. Savoring every last morsel. Jeremy's uninhibited sounds were my incentive. His already erect penis awoke again.... I took it in, gulping it down before it fully hardened. Oh God.

I could taste his jizz. The creamy taste of his semen. Additionally, I thought I could smell my own anus. [Animal Statement:] Oh dear, I almost forgot to mention. In a past life, if someone had asked me to lick a hairy male armpit, I would have thought it was gross and potentially violent. Now, those smells engulfed me, and I was consumed by the feeling. I was insatiable, wanting more. So, my journey continued south onto Jeremy's chest & groin. Devoured all the cum. Needing more.

I'm blown away by how deeply this hit me. Jeremy had penetrated me, in my most intimate spot, a place where no one else had ever been. Just him. Raw. My ass.

I craved his ass.

I moved down fast, licking behind his balls. Slobbering him, keeping him unaware of my intentions. My tongue working on his hairy taint. Going lower. Teasing. He had no clue about what I was planning....

Then, with a powerful push, I pushed his hips up, revealing his hairy butt. And I rammed my face into it.

I heard Jeremy gasp and shout, "What the fuck?!" I breathed him in deep, primal, like his ball scent but darker, more pungent. I extended my tongue and buried it inside. Sucking him hard. Trying to make him mine... trying....

I growled out of frustration, and pulled back. I needed more. Momentarily, I looked up at him and pulled his hips forcefully.

There it was. Damn. Jeremy's amazing ass. Mine.

I can't emphasize enough that I never checked out guys' butts. We usually compare dick sizes, but a guy's ass... that's actually personal. Like, a guy's ass is... well, gross. Especially a hairy one—it makes you appear uncivilized, like a barbarian. At best, it's a joke.

But holy fuck, Jeremy's butt was incredible. I'm used to women's butts, all curves and round hips. His was straight but rounded. And damn, it was pure muscle, and so hard. My ass tends to be square, but his was perfectly rounded. And let's not forget the hair—a dense jungle of man hair run down his crack, leading to a thick patch of fur at his hole, concealing it.

I dove in. Pushing my face into his hairy crack.

His raw scent was driving me wild. Intensely sexual. With masculine fragrances. My penis was rock solid, painful even. I shoved my tongue inside his hole, manipulating it as far as possible. Sucking on him. Attempting to work him up. Trying hard....

I grunted in frustration and pulled back. I needed more. Observing him for a moment, I grabbed his hips forcefully and flipped him over. His legs parted as I hauled him up.

There it was. Fuck. Jeremy's awe-inspiring ass. Exposed. Mine.

I've never really looked at men's butts. And I've never checked out a guy's butt. We might check out a competitor's dick size to compare, but a guy's butt was... private. Unclean. Almost unsettling. I thought of the endless ass jokes we'd made.

But holy shit, Jeremy's ass was extraordinary. I've seen many women's asses, curvy and pear-shaped. Jeremy's was square, yet somewhat round. And it was firm as stone. Also, hairy—hairy like a forest.

I dove in. Driving my face into his hairy crack.

The scent of raw sweat was driving me insane. Overwhelmingly sexual. With an intense masculine aroma. My cock was so hard I felt pain. I positioned my mouth around his hole, open it, and pushed my tongue inside as deep as it could go. Jeremy pushed back aggressively. Curse words flowed from him. His hand fumbled around back there, trying to accommodate himself more. I vigorously licked up his crack and back down, French kissing his hole. Masturbating against him. Grinding my face against him, ripping at his unbroken flesh with my stubble. Again. And again. Thrusting against him so hard the bed moved around. His sheets wrapped around his outstretched hand. Jeremy's howls were intense, almost drowning him. If his head wasn't on the bed, his screams would have echoed through the house. The more I ate him, the louder he roared. His howls became thunderous. Louder. LOUDER.

Damn. I've never been this turned on in my entire life.

I wanted to cum. To relieve the tension only a man could experience.

I pulled back, panting. I mimicked Jeremy's earlier actions, spitting on my penis. My hands were shaking so much I could barely handle my fingers. Fuck. I'm fucking a man's ass. His most private area. Open. Trembling at my touch. I grabbed my wet cock, positioned it against his hole, and leaned in.

We both let out a loud explosion of sounds.

Holy shit! The tightness! His hole had me clenched with pain, as hard as any virgin pussy I'd de-virginized in college. Holy shit!

But I realized Jeremy was bellowing too, his entire body tense and twisting. I had to hold back from slamming him balls-deep; instead, I operated my hips gently. "Easy, easy, easy..." I murmured softly. "It hurts at first, but it'll get better. I'm not trying to hurt you. I know it hurts, just breathe. Breathe." And I circled my hips. Gently. "Trust me. It'll be amazing. I'm not trying to hurt you. Just relax. Breathe."

As my actions or my calm voice calmed him, his ass began contracting around my penis.... Oh shit! I wanted... needed him to recover. My every instinct, my entire male self needed to fuck.

"Go!" He murmured.

"Really?"

"Do it! GO!"

His urging didn't need to be repeated. I began pushing against him, following his lead as he lay on the bed. The pressure on my dick was.... incredible. I rocked back and forth slightly, sliding in a little each time. Jeremy made grunting noises. I moved my pelvis more forcefully, spreading him out further. And again. Incessantly.

Jeremy's head lifted up sharply, sucking in a tremendous breath when he lifted his torso off the bed. "Fuck! FUCK!"

I smirked. "Got it? You like it?"

I pulled my penis out a little and thrust back in again. I felt the head of my dick touching a spot within him. I did that again, and again and again rapidly. Each thrust brought out a full-body response from Jeremy. I could feel his muscles.... ripple beneath him. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" His voice became higher-pitched with each shouted exclamation. He spread his legs out wider.

"You think that's good? Try this!" I exclaimed.

I leaned into him with all my might, shoving my significant member into him, reorganizing his guts as I entered him. Good lord, the pressure.... The power. I could only stop when my girthy cock was fully inside him.... our balls touching. "GAWWWWD!" he and I uttered simultaneously, losng control of our senses.

The sensations emanating from my crotch overwhelmed me. Extreme! Huge! Incomprehensible power. Unbalanced, I shifted so I was lying flat over him, my chest hairy fur grinding against his sweaty back. Oh shit. OH SHIT SHIT SHIT. I thrust my right arm behind him, supporting myself, but.... I had to.... I needed.... My hands brushed his sweaty, hairy pectorals. Feeling his heart pounding wildly. Oh shit. The connection between two men, almost other-worldly. Connected in our aggressive sexual forces. Sensational!

I convulsed, slamming my pulsing dick inside him violently, twisting my body. My body against his, my sweaty skin rubbing against his. The friction from the slight fur of my chest. He followed my lead, loosening and twisting below me, his mind and body adapting to the primal energy consuming him. Matching me. Two men, united through the strength of my driving force, slamming into his ass, filling him with my oversized penis. Relentless, energetic... a brutal, disgusting dance of sheer power. We rolled and collided as one.

I felt him, those tiny spasms of his ass as his body adjusted to me, feeling the ripples coursing through him as unknown sensations burned into his brain. My other hand grabbed his forehead as I leaned in, my teeth gritting against his cheek. Hot breath against his skin. He could feel it. My facial hair scratching his beard as we slammed each other back and forth. Cock and ass. Body to body.

I picked up the rate, slamming even harder into him. Deep strokes. His body reacted. Active! Awake! In a way no woman could have imagined. Losing it, my mouth opened, gasping from the intensity, my lips smacking along the side of his face. Tasting his sweat. I couldn't control myself... I began mouthing him. My tongue flopping about. Sweeping back so I could smell his scent behind his ear, licking him. Others taste. Stomach-churning drives. Thrusts. Gripping his head. Scooping up his sweat.

Unbelievable.

Jeremy moved his head. His body... bucking wildly. I barely could maintain my hold on him, barely could keep my organ inside him. Him roaring, out of control. Absolutely. I could barely contain myself.... his agency beyond his control. Not even close to touching him, he was.....

Jeremy burst, lurching like a wounded animal. How could I keep my grip on him, keep his ass wrapped around me? Me screaming like a volcano erupting. His cries of pure pleasure. His butt clenched down hard on my cock--I'm sure I saw light.

In my mind, a wave of pure ecstasy crashed as I felt the pleasure-pain signal exploding. I snapped. My cravings were overwhelming, more intense than anything I'd ever felt before. I removed my member from Jeremy's backside, my erection spasming from the absence of pressure. I shoved his hips forward, not caring about his thoughts on the matter. I kneeled as well, positioning myself again.

Slowly but surely, I began to fuck him with powerful, forceful thrusts.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. It was like colliding battleships. The difference between men and women, right? My wife's buttocks were soft, jiggling with each thrust. But Jeremy's was pure muscle, enduring my every stroke. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. My hardened dick ruthlessly tearing him open. Our testicles slamming against each other. The sound of us striking each other. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. I could hear his still-hard cock hitting his midriff with every impact. BAM BAM BAM. Unadulterated sexual aggression. Unfiltered masculine aggression. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. No thought. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. No emotion except bloodlust. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. His behind. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. My penis. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

Suddenly, I let out a wild roar, reaching an unprecedented climax. Liters of sperm, gushing forth like a giant water gun. Every muscle in my body screamed with release. I bellowed to awaken the undead.

Then, I collapsed on the bed, on the verge of fainting.

The aftermath was a little... complicated, shall we say? Just like any other time we'd acted purely on instinct, going with the flow.

I couldn't just say "Thanks for the good time, buddy?" or "I'll pay you later?" Do male friends brag about their sexual encounters to each other? No. We collected our belongings, exchanged some inconsequential pleasantries, and agreed to touch base soon.

But there was so much I wanted to discuss! What had I done?

Why had I done it?

Did I enjoy it?

Would my opinion of it matter, given the circumstances?

As a man at twenty-nine, I had a decent grasp on who I was, what I did, and why. And within a few short hours that day, it all vanished. My sense of self as a man, as a husband... everything crumbled. This wasn't like me suddenly liking sushi. I let another guy fuck me in my ass. I encouraged him to fuck me in the asshole. Yes... I stuck my dick into another guy's foul, smelly butt. And I made him do the same to me. Yes... I willingly shoved my dick into another guy's fetid butt.

I wasn't under the influence of alcohol, drugs, imprisonment, or deception. None of that. I openly chose to do this.

The only way I could convince myself it wasn't a dream is if I could feel it... while driving home.

Home. When I walked in the door and saw my spouse, I wondered how I would explain. Jeremy had asked if I wanted to take a shower before leaving. I turned him down, pointing out that my spouse would surely expect me to shower ASAP. But also, I just wanted to leave. Escape from those frightening decisions that shattered everything I believed in.

And... my spouse. My wife. Had I cheated on the person I'd devoted my life to? In the most revolting way possible?

For what reason had I done it? Why did I let myself do that?

I reached the car, resolving to gather my courage. I unbolted myself from it... and prayed my spouse wouldn't be anywhere close. I cautiously moved toward the door, letting out a sigh of relief when I heard the TV in the living room. I peeked around the corner to greet her, attempting to seem enthusiastic. "Hey love, I'm back!" I chirped cheerfully. But then... when did I ever call her "love"? This is insane. Panic set in.

"Alright, now it's time to shower. I'm covered in sweat from an entire day's work, plus grime from his garage, and even some spilled beer." I may have exaggerated a bit. I hope I didn't make it seem too bad.

"Ew, men!" she exclaimed, waving her hands. "Take that man smell with you! Go shower! Go!"

I knew she would react like that - my girlfriend loves cleanliness, especially me. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I played her just now. Boy, was I the worst...

I climbed the stairs to our bedroom and felt my phone chime in my pocket. I automatically pulled it out.

It was a text from Jeremy.

"Hey buddy."

[...]

No words could describe the significance of such a simple message.

Jeremy. My best friend. A guy I had a close connection with. He was someone with whom I shared a deep bond. That message escalated it all. It wasn't just casual fun with some random stranger; it was special because it was with Jeremy. He meant so much to me. Best friend of a lifetime. My ride or die friend. I still vividly remember how boyfriends unleashed a storm of emotions in me. The raw feeling - being alive. The bond we had was what made it so exciting. The emotions were overwhelming.

The man was captivating. Even...

Oops, I ended that thought: even... without... the sex...

Goodness. The emotions swirled around me, too fast for me to keep pace. Jeremy. I would never, ever do that to him. I couldn't consider this as a betrayal. It was just a boyish thing, adding spice, nothing else. But still...

No way. I couldn't think about this again. I had to ground myself. I decided to ignore the messages. I got into the shower and washed every trace of the day off me, mentally and physically. Wash it all away. I needed to be comfortable with who I was and my life. I had to cherish my wife.

When I was done, I went back downstairs. My libido was out of control. I gathered my energies and made our love life more intense than ever. I did my wife from behind, walking a fine line between my urges.

Dreamily, she said this was one of our best nights ever.

But things weren't as simple as I thought.

That night, I was restless. She was sleeping, next to me. But my brain wouldn't stop churning. I tried everything to calm it down. Nothing worked. Somehow, I got the urge to relieve myself. So, I quietly left our bedroom and went to my home office, removed my briefs, and sat on my chair.

At first, I thought I'd search for some adult content.

However, as I sat, the discomfort in my anus triggered a memory. Damn. I remembered the first time Jeremy's penis entered me. God. The sensation of being penetrated. That feeling. It will stay with me forever. The experience shook me. image

And... oh my God. The expression in Jeremy's eyes. The fire in them. Another wake-up call. An awakening that matched mine. The fiery expression in his eyes, in sync with the fire racing through my body. Musky scent. The smell of Jeremy's manhood mingling with my ass. highlight Oh my, that felt good.

Naturally, instinctively, I rubbed my fingers behind my balls. Curl up and let them touch my hairy hole, carefully moving them in circles.

Remembering. Jeremy was gigantic. Filling me. Stretching me out. That sizzling look in his eyes, the sensation of his hand on my penis, and his movement in sync with mine. I was as hard as stone, even though I had already climaxed multiple times that day. The gentle touch of my fingers. The soft rustling of my pubic hair against them. I circled my anus, reliving the past. link Check out this article on how to stimulate your G-spot.

As I reached climax, I couldn't stop remembering Jonathan's powerful penetration, the throbbing in my eyes as I sent him into ecstasy. Emotions were still overwhelming me. No time to focus; just enjoy.

Instinctively, I withdrew my finger from my anus, holding it up to my nostrils. Holy shit! Just yesterday, I would've reacted differently if someone had suggested this act. But that odor - the scent of man. It's dingy and earthy. Rough and masculine. Damn, I'm no longer a man! I took deep breaths, stroking my erect penis. I still remember devouring Jeremy's anus. Remember him screaming, caught in male ecstasy. Male asses. Why didn't I realize how desirable they were earlier? Why didn't I realize how irresistible my own ass is? Why do we cut ourselves off from this pleasure? Why are we deprived of such a potent symbol of masculinity?

I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on it, then reinserted it inside me, imitating Jeremy's long penis. I pushed vigorously, synchronizing it with my strokes. My penis was slick with pre-cum. Thrusting hard. Trying to relive the experience Jeremy and I shared. Pummeling my anus. Desperately seeking relief. Forcing my hole. Fueled by the need to cum. Grinding. Screaming within. NEEDING IT.

Orgasm. My balls tightened, my anus squeezed. All my muscles contracted. I noticed stars when I sent cum flying in all directions. Almost screamed to release my pent-up ecstasy, but clenched my teeth. Fuck. Recalling Jeremy screaming when he climaxed. When I climaxed... that feeling. Male sensation. Men being men. The aroma of cum.

Cum.

Jesus. I'd covered my computer keyboard in spilled cum.

Guess it wasn't the first time. I knew what to do.

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