Let's Make a Deal

That plan went right out the window when I heard Tyler shifting his body behind me. He wasn't just re-positioning himself in his sleep. The bed creaked as he moved his entire body. Well, all I could do now was commit to my fake sleeping and hope he bought it. The old bed frame creaked and shifted beneath us as Tyler moved around behind me until I felt his body pressing up against my back.

What was he doing? Was it his turn to spoon up against me in his sleep? A muscled arm came around my body and wrapped under the shoulder that I had pressed into the mattress and then I was being pulled more tightly into Tyler's body at my back. Every inch of my back was now pressed into the front of Tyler. With a thrill, I could feel his shorts-covered hard-on pressed into my boxer brief covered butt. To my shock and amazement, Tyler began slowly rocking his hips, grinding his boner against my rear.

All pretense of sleep was gone, yet all I could do was lay there enthralled, wrapped in Tyler's arm as he dry humped me from behind. I heard his heavy breathing behind me; felt it on my neck. There was no chance that he was even remotely still drunk. What was he planning to grind one out against my body and nut in his own shorts? If so, that was fine by me.

A stab of sadness hit me as he pulled the arm that was wrapped around me away and disengaged his big spoon from my little spoon ever so slightly. I still didn't dare say or do anything as I heard and felt him fumbling around close behind me. Then I felt his hand at the small of my back, grabbing for the waistband of my underwear and tugging down on them forcefully. He wanted my boxer-briefs out of the way in a hurry and I agreed with his decision, lifting my hip up off the mattress for a second to make room for him to more easily yank them down. He tugged them down my thighs far enough in the back to expose my ass and left them there. they hung off of me in the front still mostly pulled up as they were hooked on the boner I had quickly sprung.

With a satisfied grunt Tyler was pressing himself against my back again and I could feel his hot hard erection pressing against my ass cheeks. He had also pulled his shorts down out of the way, apparently. He continued his hip grinding humping into my backside. I heard more breathing and grunting behind me and felt hands down at my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, I felt Tyler slide his cock between my spread cheeks length-wise and then let them go. My ass cheeks closed around his shaft like a bun around a hot dog.

He pressed his face into the back of my neck and breathed heavily onto my skin and began exaggeratedly pulling his lower body up and down against my back, sliding his dick between my cheeks.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" He breathed into my neck.

Thrilled and shocked, I couldn't find a voice to respond. I feverishly nodded my head up and down. I wanted him inside me. I didn't know exactly what to expect, suspected it might hurt, but I needed it, nonetheless.

"I can't just stick it in dry, that's not gonna work. you gotta make my dick wet." He was talking behind me louder now, a little more demanding. It sent a nervous chill through me for some reason. Like I was scared the whole cabin would hear us, even though it was empty except for us.

Make his dick wet? I was so delirious I didn't at first get how I'd accomplish that. But Tyler was already pulling me by the shoulder to turn and face him. At the same time he was shifting himself up higher on the bed, pulling half of his body up onto the pillow and pressing himself into the head board. As he forced me to turn and face him, he was kicking his shorts the rest of the way off his muscled legs, propping himself up on an elbow and spreading his legs out wide to best present his crotch to me in all it's dimly lit glory.

I was busy staring at the sight for too long like an idiot, and Tyler grabbed me forcefully around the back of my head and pulled me towards him and to his lap. I got the idea in time to open up and try to catch his jutting cock in my mouth. It bobbed wide and smacked off my cheek. Feeling silly, I reached out and took hold of it and guided it into my mouth.

He instantly went to work pulling my head down onto his cock and I bobbed up and down dutifully.

"Come on, don't fuck around just get some spit on it." He commanded.

I worked as much saliva into my mouth as I could as I hastily sucked his cock. He released his hold on the back of my neck, grabbed a handful of my messy hair and pulled me off his slobbery knob.

"Spit on it!"

I worked up as much spit and phlegm from my throat as I could without making too disgusting of a hawking sound and, still having a one handed grip on his cock, spit it out onto his tip. Some clung there, and some plopped down to the mattress. Hands still tangled in my hair, he forced my face back down onto his cock and I opened wide and slid my lips down his slick shaft again. This time he kept pushing down further until I'd fully engulfed him and he'd slid past my tonsils, gagging me. He held me there and I felt myself producing more thick saliva as I gagged on his dick. Finally he released his grip and I retreated, his wet tool plopping from my mouth as I gasped for a breath.

"Spit on it again."

I did as instructed. This time stroking my hand up and catching all of my spit and phlegm on his head and dragging it back down the length of his shaft before it could drip off onto the bed.

"Okay, turn over on your stomach." Each blunt direction from him sent a thrill through me straight to my own cock, which was still tangled in the front of my half-pulled down briefs. I did as I was told, rolling over onto my stomach and resting my head in my arms face down on the pillow.

Tyler shifted some more beside me. "Pull your underwear off, dumbass."

Staying there on my stomach, I reached down, lifted my pelvis up slightly to unhook the front from my boner and then awkwardly slipped the boxer-briefs the rest of the way down my legs, kicking them off my ankle and onto the floor. I resumed my position laying flat on my stomach with my head turned to the side resting on my arms on the pillow. More movement from Tyler, and he was climbing between my legs. I spread them more to make room for him.

I could hear the old bed creaking and feel him moving, but couldn't see what he was doing. I felt his hand on my cheeks spreading them. I braced myself thinking this was going to be the painful part where he drove himself into me. Instead I heard him make a sound like he was hawking a loogey and spitting it out. Then I felt his other hand swipe between my cheeks and felt him rubbing warm saliva up and down my crack and over my asshole.

He repeated the process and his hand and fingers slid around my hole, lubed up with his spit. Apparently Satisfied, there was more shifting behind me and bed frame squeaking. I felt his knees pressing against the insides of my thighs, and one of his hands still held my ass cheeks apart. I felt more of his body and weight looming behind me and then something hard, wet and warm was pressing against my back entrance.

He was pushing his cock head into my anus, slowly but forcefully. I felt a searing pain and hissed through my teeth.

"Just relax, dude. Relax and take it in."

What kind of advice was that? Just relax? I didn't know how to relax as his tip pressed agonizingly harder at my hole. I wanted it to just satisfyingly slip inside of me, but I was beginning to think it wasn't going to fit. I desperately wanted my hot friend, who I had secretly lusted after for so long, to use my ass for his cock's pleasure, but the pain was not abating and he was not slipping in past the head. I wanted him in but needed him out and felt myself pushing my sphincter like I was going to the bathroom in an attempt to push the head out.

Shockingly, this had the opposite effect, and I took a deep gasping breath as I felt Tyler slip into me further past the head. He let out a satisfied moan as I let out a pained grunt. Thankfully, he remained mercifully still for a moment just inside of me as I tried to control my breathing.

"Shit it's tight." He observed. I didn't need him telling me that, as he began ever so slowly pushing himself down into me. It felt thrilling, and also burned like I was being torn at the seam down there at the same time. It honestly felt like he kept slowly sliding into me forever. Gradually the searing turned to a not entirely unpleasant sensation as he filled me; a sensation that I felt running faintly to my own crotch.

Finally, I felt more of Tyler's skin come into contact with my backside as he buried himself to the hilt up inside of me and his pelvis pressed into my ass cheeks. He remained there fully inside of me for a few tantalizing moments. Long enough for me to come to enjoy the feel of his hardness in me, before I felt him begin to just as slowly withdraw. I unwittingly whimpered as he pulled back. I hated him leaving but at the same time, it also felt good feeling him go.

He pulled himself almost completely back out, back up to just the tip of his cock inside of me, and then just slightly more forcefully and quickly plunged back down into me. It stung even less the second time taking him in. He repeated again, still going slowly but picking up momentum each time, until all hint of pain was gone and I felt only shivers of pleasure each time he glided back into me.

Each measured thrust from Tyler sent some kind of vague pulse of pleasure to my crotch. I felt like if he'd just pick up the pace a little, it would really start to feel great. I needed him to, and suddenly I found myself raising my hips up off the bed, trying to draw my ass up onto his cock even as he pulled back. Then I was lifting myself up onto my elbows and knees with Tyler still inside of me, instinctively positioning myself for him to better thrust into me from behind. He grabbed onto my waist with both hands.

"That's right, take it like a bitch!" he hissed through gritted teeth as he pulled back and thrust into me again. "You want me to fuck your fag ass like a little bitch?" Another forceful thrust into me, his lap smacking into my cheeks as he buried himself into me.

I could feel his cock head poking deep up inside of me with each thrust. Each time he thrust into me I let out an involuntary yippy grunt of breath.

"Do you like that? Do you like my dick up your fag ass?"

Each thrust came quicker and more forceful than the one before. My short panted moans came quicker and louder with them. Tyler pulled himself nearly out of me again. My breath caught in my throat as he did not shove himself back into me, leaving just the tip in again and stopping.

"Answer me, faggot!"

I couldn't find my voice for a moment. Had to clear my throat, desperate to get an answer out of my mouth that would make him continue fucking me.

"Yes-" I choked out.

His grip at my waist got painfully tight, yet still he remained frozen just inside of me.

"Yes what?"

My God, I needed him to ram himself back into me again. "Yes, I like your dick up my ass!"

"You want me to fuck your ass, faggot?"

"Yes!" I replied, desperately.

"Ask me nicely."

"Please fuck my ass, Tyler!" I begged.

He finally obliged and jammed his cock back in to the hilt and back out again. He left one hand gripping my hip and brought the other up my back to latch onto my shoulder before he began piston fucking in and out of me with speed and force. Each thrust forward brought the sound of his pelvis and balls smacking into my cheeks. My own erection flapped and bobbed around between my legs as I took his frenzied fucking. It hurt so good as I felt him poking into mysterious points of pleasure. Each quick thrust into me forced an involuntary whiny "uh!" of pleasure from my mouth.

Behind me I could hear Tyler grunt and groan with each thrust into me. Each time he rammed himself inside of me, it felt like he was hitting some nerve of excruciating pleasure and I let out a loud "uhhhn!" It was all I could do not to blurt out an uncontrollable scream. My whole body jerked and bucked with every hump and my own cock bounced around between my legs. I'd never felt such a curiously strong sense of pleasure radiating up my cock without myself or anyone else touching it. If Tyler could just fuck me a little harder, a little faster, and keep hitting me in the right spot, I felt like I could boil over. I needed him to.

"Ohhh God fuck me harder! Uuhh harder! uhh faster! Uhh please! Please! Please!" I begged.

"You want it harder, faggot? Shut the fuck up and take it harder!"

Tyler suddenly bore his weight down on top of me as he released his other hand's grip on my waist and pushed down on the small of my back, simultaneously pushing me down with his other hand on my shoulder. My entire body caved beneath him and I was pressed flat face down into the mattress. Tyler's hard body pressed into me from above and a forearm pressed against the back of my neck, burying my face in the pillow.

"Shut up and take it!" He repeated, and increased his intensity, pressing me down into the mattress with his body and humping in and out of me. Sweaty flesh smacking sounds filled my ears as my moans and whines muffled into the pillow and he pounded my ass with vigor.

The entire old bed shook in its frame as he pressed his body against mine and assaulted my ass. I could feel his body pressing against my back, each muscle flexing and writhing as he pumped his hips up and down. My own body beneath him squirmed as he pressed my front into the mattress. As he humped down into me, I felt myself grinding my own hips against the bed beneath me. My erection was now sandwiched between my body and the mattress, stimulated by the grinding and writhing. Coupled with the blissful sensation every time Tyler's cock poked deep inside me, I was in near ecstasy, constantly moaning into the pillow.

Tyler snaked a muscular arm around my shoulder and across my chest just below my neck, squeezing and pressing our bodies even closer together as he continued humping and grinding into my ass. I felt his hot, grunting breath right next to my ear as he brought his head down beside mine.

"Is that hard enough for you, faggot bitch? Uhhh fuck yeeah you like that?" He taunted, lips inches from my ear. I tried to nod and squeal out a reply through my haze of pleasure and the pillow my face was pressed into.

"You want it harder?" He panted, and without waiting for a reply he began absolutely ramming himself down into me, jamming his dick into my ass with a new level of force and frenzy.

"uh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Tyler grunted like a mantra with each thwomping sound of him pounding down into me.

Each thrust into me was now sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my own cock, which was just as forcefully being rubbed between my body and the mattress. I could feel the tingle of relief beginning to involuntarily build in my groin. I was going to cum from the combined anal stimulation and grinding of my crotch into the bed. I was powerless to stop it.

"Uhhh yeah! Uhhhh fuck I'm gonna cum! Fuck I'm going to nut in your butt! I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass! Uhhgh Uhhgh!" Tyler panted as his thrusts came for a moment with lightning speed and intensity, shaking my whole body.

All the movement was just too much, coupling with the constant assault on pleasure nerves I didn't even know I had up my ass, creating a wave that I couldn't stop from crashing down even if I wanted to prolong the euphoric agony. Hearing Tyler's grunts and proclamation that he was about to cum set me over the edge.

Suddenly my entire body was spasming beneath Tyler. All rational thought was gone as I felt my cock pulsing into the mattress and pumping out hot cum that had no where to go but make a slippery mess around my cock, pelvis, stomach and the mattress as I went rigid while Tyler continued to move my body around with his fucking from above. I grunted and moaned into the pillow under my face, needed air and turned, groaning out nonsense words and sounds. I wanted to announce the incredible orgasm that was assaulting me, but my brain was a euphoric jumble. And beneath that, I somehow felt a faint sense of embarrassment at what Tyler might think knowing I was cumming into the bed beneath me solely from his fucking.

I'm not sure he would have noticed what I was saying anyway as he impaled himself into me to the hilt, pressing his entire sweaty body down into my back and simultaneously pulling me up into him with the arm he had wrapped around my shoulder and chest. Lifting my head up from the pillow and smashing us together. "Fuck here I cum! I'm cumming! Uhhh take that cum up your ass! Uhhhhn... uhhhhn... Ugggggh!"

Tyler remained completely buried inside of me, sporadically rocking his hips forward and around as if he were impossibly trying to shove his cock deeper inside of me as he panted and grunted in my ear. I could actually feel his swollen cock pulsing inside of me, warm liquid spurting and filling me up.

For a blissful moment afterwards everything was still, as I felt Tyler's weight relax down on top of me, both of us panting heavily, but otherwise silent. Then he was pushing his weight up off of me and wetly sliding out of me. The old bed creaked and groaned as he got up off of it, spent a few moments moving around gathering articles of clothes, and then left the room, pulling the accordion door closed behind him. I remained laying there face down in the wet sticky mess I had made underneath me, contentedly exhausted and aching. After a few minutes I could hear the water of the shower turning on through the cabin's thin walls.

I lost track of time laying there with my mind reeling from all that had happened. Eventually I heard the shower turn off, and then Tyler moving around in the cabin, right outside the bedroom in the small kitchen. With a sigh I forced myself up out of the mess of soiled sheets. My midsection and crotch area was a slick sticky mess from my own cum, and I could feel a faint tickle running down the back of my leg as Tyler's ran out of my used hole. By the dim light of the morning coming through the window, I surveyed the cum stained sheets and mattress. Determining them a lost cause, I pulled one off the bed and used it to wipe myself off front and back as best I could. I fetched some clothes out of my duffel bag on the chair in the corner and got dressed. I hesitated at the door, not fully ready to step out and join Tyler in the kitchen. I already sensed an awkwardness in the air. With a deep breath, I pulled aside the door and stepped out.

Tyler was at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, the box of and jug of milk on the table in front of him. He looked freshly showered and in a new set of clothes. He didn't look up at me as I came in, studying the back of the cereal box. I went to the cabinet, got a bowl and a spoon for myself and sat down across from him at the table. I had my own bowl of cereal and milk poured and was taking my first bite when he spoke.

"Well not to disappoint you, but I'm not gay." He said matter-of-factly. I nearly choked on my mouthful of cereal at this, recomposed myself and gave myself a second to swallow before replying.

"What's that supposed to mean? Neither am I."

He finally looked up from his bowl of cereal. "Really? You seemed pretty gay in there."

My mouth hung open, a forgotten spoonful of cereal hovering over the bowl. "What? I- You- seemed like a two player game to me." I stammered.

"Well I'm just saying, you seemed to be particularly enjoying it." His tone wasn't entirely accusatory. If I didn't know any better, I'd have sworn he was messing with me again, trying to get a rise out of me. I felt myself falling for it anyway, bristling slightly.