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I should probably let you guys know this right off the bat: I love my wife. I mean seriously, I wouldn't have married her if I didn't. She's smart, funny, one hell of a cook, and she just... gets me, ya know? But... I hate to say it, but there's certain things she can't give me, that she's never been able to give me, that she'll never be able to give me.
I love Yamato, too. Not like that, man, it's not like I'm gay or anything. But he's one of my best friends. Kind of the "alpha of my pack," as the wife jokingly calls him. Me, him, and a few other guys, we've been tight since meeting in college. I don't think he was at all surprised when I asked him to be the best man at my wedding. In a lot of ways he knows me more intimately than she does. Now those things she can't provide for me... he can, and has.
Okay, fine. Maybe it is like I'm gay or something, just a little bit. But really, it's just fooling around. Just a means to take the edge off, to help us both relax.
Like on the day before the wedding, for example. Dress rehearsal had me a fucking bundle of nerves. If you've been married you know what I mean. I've never been one for big ceremonies; I would've been happy just to get hitched at a justice of the peace with my pack and her girlfriends and our parents as witnesses. Weddings have always been "the bride's day" though, and Jess had the whole fucking Disney princess wedding in her mind. The church was all fixed up with white satin ribbons and bouquets of dogwood, the walkway outside with a temporary trellis entwined with vines that we'd walk through on the way out when the actual ceremony was done with. Only thing missing was half the guests and... well, Jess herself.
I mean, I knew she'd be late. She always ran late for things like this, and she'd just called to tell me she was going to be at least another hour, so here I was now sitting in the pews with the satin ribbons and dogwood bouquets and itchy nerves making me sweat in my tux. Then a hand grazed my loins, and I glanced over to see Yama give me that smirk. Always with the smirk. I almost told him to fuck off, honestly, but that smirk always gets me. "I know, man, you're nervous," he whispered to me. "Lemme help you take the edge off, eh?" It's a little hard to say no when a guy's practically giving you a handjob through your pants already.
"Nngph~" For a few moments I could only squirm in the pew, letting him knead at my cockhead, before my other head took back over my thoughts. "D-dude, Jess is gonna be here soon..."
"She said she'll be another hour, man. C'mon... you know you need it..." Oh god, he was nibbling my ear. I don't think I could've gotten hard any faster.
"But... but where would-" I saw him tilt his head toward the confessional booth. "No fucking way."
"C'mon..." Shit. I could feel his thumb tease my PA. He knew I was quick to start dribbling. "Nobody's watching, and it's far enough away that nobody'll hear ya moanin'."
That was all the convincing I needed. Looking carefully back and forth as we eased through the pews to make sure nobody saw us retreat, the two of us tucked ourselves into the booth, shutting the door tightly behind us. And the moment I heard the lock click, his fingers were working the buttons of my shirt open, sliding inside, tugging at my nipple rings. Not that I could protest, because my lips and tongue were too busy wrestling his for dominance. That was something I could say about kissing him versus kissing my wife; she would always just submit, but Yamato fought for it. Sometimes he'd give, most of the time he'd make me give, but it was always a struggle either way for a few hot minutes.
As he groped at my chest, working me into a lustful lather thanks to how fucking sensitive my nipples are (also, did I mention Jess never plays with my nipples? I should tell her to try it sometime...), I made short work of his slacks, sending them to his knees. I quite admired how different his endowment was to mine. I just stayed flopped out at all times, but his sheath usually kept him concealed until he needed. Right now, of course, his dick was fully ejected, aside from his knot. The thing was easily as fat as my own, and just as long... hell, maybe even an inch or two longer. Hard to admit he's better hung than me, but shit, man, I'm sporting eleven fucking inches myself, I don't have a god damned thing to be ashamed of. Yama's just hung like a fucking behemoth, is all.
"Mmm... you know what you wanna do..." were the first words out of his mouth since we locked ourselves in here, and my knees hitting the cedar floor and tongue slapping under his shaft were the proof that he was right. "Uhhnnnnn... fuck, Onyx... atta boy..." More than feeling that hot meat slide across the roof of my mouth, it's hearing him praise me, feeling his fingers gently comb through my hair, tasting the sweet precum dribble onto my tongue that never fails to make me crave him. Yeah, this is exactly what Yama can give me that my wife, as beautiful and witty and kind as she is, never can. "A-ah! Onyx! Slow down, man..." he urged. I always got so lost when sucking him off. If he didn't pull me back I'd have been deepthroating him all day in there. "My turn."
I guess it's worth mentioning that I can count the times Yama's given me head on one hand, and that's including this time. It's honestly a waste, because he's every bit as good as I am (at least if I'm basing that on how good at cocksucking as he says I am). He eased my fly down with his teeth, fishing my drooling manhood out with his tongue. He didn't really so much suck as he did bath it. Damn, that soft, supple tongue, folding under my shaft, squirming into my foreskin, beating the piercing through my cockhead back and forth... just thinking about it now is making me hot, so imagine how fucking horny it made me to actually watch his tongue at work. My fingers hooked into the screen behind me, my hips rolling in the air, that studly wolf refusing to fully envelop my cock in his wet maw until I could hear my precum splatter on the ground. "Jesus... Yama..." A bit belatedly, he eased my belt free, letting my already-open trousers sink to my knees, and drew my cock deep into his gullet as he tightly gripped my ass. Sometimes I wonder if he does this just to ease my stress or if he just does it because he likes to see me writhe in lustful agony.
I was almost sure he wanted to make me cum down his throat, but he eased back off, leaving me panting as he undid my belt and let my already-open slacks drop to my ankles. Slow, soft licks eased up my abs, over my pecs, a few seconds of tender suckling at one of my nipples distracting me from the tight massaging grip he had on my ass cheeks. I felt him lift my hips, and I instinctively kicked a foot up, bracing my weight between the door frame and the screen my back was up against, setting my ass at just the right height for his drooling rocket to wedge itself between my cheeks. Usually Yama liked to ask me to beg, but as worked up as he had me, even that was unnecessary. "Shit, man, just do it... I need it, dude... fuck me..."
No sooner said than done. My teeth ground as I felt his tapered tip press against my pucker, slowly spread it open, ease into my bowel. He's usually pretty forceful, but he took it slow this time around, just casually easing into me. Holy shit, dude, if you haven't had someone fuck you like this, you're missing out. I don't care if you're the type who never bottoms. Hell, I'm straight as an arrow, but I'll fully admit that nothing is better than having a thick cock grinding the fuck out of your prostate. Seriously, try it, you'll never look back. And out of the few dicks I've had in my ass, Yama's probably the most keenly aware of exactly how my innards are built. He could reach my prostate at any angle, fill me up like my rectum is a negative mold of his prick, work every inch of those inner walls so well that I don't even miss not having anything touching my own dick.
His tongue came right back up to my lips, and I couldn't stop myself from submitting fully to him, letting it invade my muzzle, feed all that warm pre I'd spilled across it back to me. I'll admit I've topped a couple of the other guys in our pack, but I always try and think of Jess while I'm fucking them. But it's a little hard to imagine I'm with Jess knowing there's a fat dick in my ass, knowing it's a guy making me pant and moan and beg to be fucked harder, faster, deeper. The best part is Yama doesn't need my direction, he just instinctively knows when to pick his pace up, when to start feeding more of that amazing cock of his into my backside. Pretty soon I was clawing at his back, my own hips grinding almost as hard as his were. Hell, he might not have even been thrusting anymore, I don't know. I do know he makes me want to ride him for all he's worth.
All at once, my climax started to build up again, ever so slowly. Between our panting and grunting I could hear that obscene plap, plap, plap of his bulging knot kissing my asshole. I broke the kiss, if only because I was scared I'd bite his lip off from my teeth grinding as I let out a growling moan, gasped through my nose. He must've known from my sporadic clenching that I was about to shoot, because his hand finally wrapped around the tip of my cock, his thumb rubbing right below the hole my piercing passed through, sliding the loose flesh of my peeled-back foreskin around. I dug my chin into my chest, opened my mouth to moan, only to feel my loins tighten and get a full gush of my own cum laying itself onto my tongue.
Not to sound conceited or anything, but my swimmers taste really damn good. Not just "it tastes good for being cum" good, either. I could jack off into a bottle and sell it as dip. What can I say, I drink a lot of peach juice. But ya know, as good as it tastes when I stroke a load out into my own maw, it's a hundred times more delicious when it's been fucked out of me. Even with the strain from moaning easing out of my cheeks, I just let my jaw relax as Yama pounded away and rope after rope landed in my mouth. Even when I finally closed my jaws and tilted my head back, I had to let the thick, slimy ambrosia slosh around in there a few seconds before swallowing it down. "Do it Yama... fucking fill me up..."
With little more than a growl, Yama gave another hard lunge, kept the pressure up as my well-stretched pucker spread around his knot, sucked it into me before sealing behind it. He was barely even tied to me when I felt his own wad begin to pump into me, heard that relieved sigh in my ear. "Fuck yeah, bitch, take it all..." Shut up, I realize it's a bit gay to let him call me his bitch, but in the heat of climax, I honestly couldn't care less. Like I said, even my wife knows he's the "alpha" of our group of friends. She just didn't know it was to this degree.
After a few hot moments of us panting and kissing in a post-coital haze, he carefully tugged his knot free of me. It was a little harder coming out than going in but feeling my hole stretch around it again... feeling that pop as it left, then the flood of wolf batter pour out of my ass... "Shit, shit!" God damn if it didn't drive me to orgasm a second time. Granted this was weaker than before, my swimmers only shooting up between my pecs before gravity took over, but he was happy to slowly grind his still-hard cock against my innards until every drop had been milked out of me, and just as happy to slurp my load off my body and push it into my muzzle with another kiss so I wouldn't stain my shirt with it. My asshole was still a mess, but a swipe from a few pages torn out of the Bible sitting on the bench beside us cleared that up. Er, yeah, sorry God, but it was kinda necessary. For what it's worth I'm like 90% sure the pages were from Leviticus anyway.
"There ya go, man," he playfully chuckled as we adjusted our suits. "That help ease up your nerves a little?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Yama," I answered, "You always know how to work the jitters out of me."
Anyway, yeah. That's just one example of the many, many... many times he's helped me overcome my nerves with a much-needed load of cum up my ass. Still doesn't make me gay, but I'll freely confess I love a good dicking from him.
Well, fine, It makes me sorta gay. Whatever. Shut up.
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Memberwhat a steamy story, thanks for that ;)
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