Hard And Straight 3

After we got that out of the way, she started to relax. We moved together in a slow easy rhythm, just enjoying the feeling of my cock buried inside her. It was only a couple minutes before she started building to another climax. She pulled me closer, and my cock was buried all the way up to my balls. She grabbed my ass and dug in with her fingernails, holding me in place.

"Don't move," she rasped as she started the uncontrollable undulation once more. Hey, I'm just enjoying the ride, I thought to myself, as she peaked once again. Her breasts were pressed against my chest as her whole body writhed in ecstasy.

After she recovered, I kissed her passionately, still holding my engorged cock all the way inside her. As I tongued her beautiful mouth, we were as close physically as a man and woman could possibly be. She broke off the long wandering kiss and remarked,

"Hey, this can't go on all night! When are you going to get off.?"

"I'm just enjoying you, baby," I replied.

"Well, I've had enough for two women, and I've got to get up in the morning!"

I was surprised by my staying power. My daily jack-off sessions had held me in good stead. I was a career masturbater, and this bitch's pussy wasn't rough enough to get me off.

I continued my grinding motion as I said, "I'm sorry baby, if you wanted quick and dirty, you should have mounted Pete in the car. Of course, he's passed out and couldn't raise his eyebrows, much less his manhood."

I insulted her man. She looked pissed and was freezing up fast. I finished up just as well as I could, withdrew, and pulled up my pants stuffing my rock hard sausage inside. I couldn't button them so I just draped my shirt outside.

"You're an awesome ride, Grace. Let's do it again, anytime." I walked away as she hurriedly pulled herself together to go inside. She looked hurt, like she just wanted someone to love her, and the orgasms just weren't satisfying her. Her relationship with Pete was obviously painful. He wouldn't control his drinking and be the kind of man that would treat her like a lady. Instead he had to depend on me, some punk kid he knew from grade school to chauffeur him and his beautiful girlfriend home. Grace's night came to a disappointing end like many others, I could imagine.

She looked back and replied brokenly, "thanks for bringing me home."

"My pleasure," I said, as I quickly stepped toward her and gave her a peck on the cheek. She seemed really sweet as she fumbled for her house key, and let herself in. I waited until she was safely inside, and then made my way down the drive to my car. My nuts were killing me. I was going to blow a load at the earliest possible moment.

Pete was on all fours on the front lawn. He was heaving, and looked like he had puked up the lining in his stomach. I offered him a hand up, but he stumbled back to the ground. He sat upright, and I stood behind him, straddling him and reaching under his arms. My cock was poking out of my shorts, and leaning over was uncomfortable. I tried to pull Pete to his feet, and with his little help, he managed to stand up and lean against me. Not sure how to proceed, we stood there, Pete leaning practically the full force of his weight against me, his head flopped over my shoulder.

I moved my hands from underneath his arms to hold him steady, one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other cradling his chest. My throbbing cock was now pressing into his hard ass. I was surprised that he was in such good shape, given his binge drinking. I always admired him, even as early as 7th and 8th grade. Pete was a natural athlete, and his rock hard abs and pumped chest felt great to the touch. He was barely conscious, his head was spinning, and I had to get him to the car quickly.

I leaned back and shuffled to the car holding him up and helping him take it one step at a time. When we reached the car, I lowered him to the hood allowing his upper body to rest on the car, while I opened the door. I opened the back door, and turned to retrieve Pete. His shirt was pulled up around his chest, revealing his powerful lats and trim waist. The light from the car accentuated his round hard ass muscles packed into faded jeans. I was overcome with lust for this beautiful hunk of man. I wanted to do things to him in the worst possible way.

My cock, which had softened a bit was now rising to the occasion once again. I patted Pete on the back. "Hey bud, how ya doin?" I asked.

"Unnnh, I can't move", he replied.

"Let's hang out here and get ourselves together before we head home, how's that?" I asked.

Pete was agreeable. He didn't want to be in the moving car, and his adrenaline was still rushing from all the heaving he did. Grace's house was on a dead end street, and we were parked in a secluded place.

I patted his back, and rubbed his shoulders. Leaning across the hood to reach his broad shoulders, my cock came in contact with his hard ass once again. I was overcome by my lust and started caressing his powerful lats and waist. I started to hump his ass through our pants. He wasn't disagreeing, so as I pressed my cock between his hard glutes, I moved my hands around to unbutton his pants. I had to slide the tight jeans down over his ass muscles and thighs. I unsheathed my cock from the shorts that had been restraining it and used his ass as a fuck chute. I rimmed his ass, pressing my sensitive glans against his hot ass as hard as I could. In only a few minutes I was spewing gobs of cum all over him.

Pete hadn't moved a muscle the whole time.

"Pete, how ya doin, bud?"

"Unnnh, that felt good, came the reply.

Good thing he didn't seem to mind, because I was counting on the drunkenness to cloud his memory. My hands roamed up and down his muscular thighs and happened upon his loins. I massaged his balls and groin. His cock was actually coming to life. I lightly stroked it.

"Oh yeahhh," he moaned.

"Pete, I want to suck your cock."

"Not yet," he replied, "I want you to spank me."

"You know, you were really shitty to Grace tonight, bud. You deserve to have your ass kicked."

"Let's see what you've got little boy," came Pete's reply.

I handled his firm ass, and wondered how I could make a lasting impression on this studly jerk. The car antenna was within my reach. I unscrewed it, and flicked his ass with it.

"Harder, asshole!" cried Pete.

"O.K. shithead."

I choked up on the antenna with two hands and landed it squarely in the center of his ass. Pete shrieked. I knew I hit home. I continued whipping his ass and the back of his thighs as the anger of my past spilled out of me. I hated Pete for the way he ridiculed me. I hated the way he looked down on me. "Hey, ya didn't turn out too bad," he said earlier in a half-assed compliment. I beat him until he was covered with red welts and he crumbled to the ground.

"I had that coming," he whimpered.

"I'm not through with you, hardass," I said as I looked at his half-erect cock.

It was a nice piece of meat. Long and thick veined, with a head that protruded prominently from the shaft. "That cock is mine, bud," I said as I dropped to my knees. I swallowed him whole, sucking and moving up and down the shaft, bringing him to a full erection. He grabbed the back of my head and started to push his cock down my throat. I gagged a bit, but recovered, and continued by lapping the tender underside of his cock with my tongue. His big balls started to tighten up, I could sense his load coming, as he grabbed me and pulled me down on his shaft. I broke loose, and squeezed his cock limp.

"Is that how you treat Grace, shithead? Do you fuck her face too? I'm not going to be your douchebag, you hardass shithead." I punched him in the nuts as an exclamation. He recoiled in pain and curled up in a fetal position. I grabbed him by the waist and moved him to a kneeling positon. I pushed him down so his ass faced me. He was still holding his balls when I mounted his ass and shoved the head of my cock in his hole. He shrieked in pain as my head forced its way past the sphincter muscle. He was pleading as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper. The ring of fire around his asshole intensified as my I edged my cock in, thicker and thicker. "It'll be over soon Petey boy, just relax."

His asshole loosened as I gently moved back and forth. I moved in further, and wrapped my arms around him to support him. He was wasted. His powerful biceps couldn't hold him up. I grabbed his left pec with my right hand, and supported each of us with the left. His asshole was much snugger than Grace's pussy. I got all the way in and really started rocking him. I could no longer hold us up, so I let him rest his head and shoulders on the ground. That left my hands free to explore his buff bod. His erection was coming back stronger than before. As I dug his ass, I stroked his cock in rhythm. His pre-cum was oozing out, and I used it to lube his cock. The pressure of my cock in his ass was too intense for him as he shuddered and released gobs of cum. I caught them with my hand, and smeared them all over his abs and pecs.

A few more strokes, and I was ready to explode as well. I filled his asshole with a load of the white gold. We laid exhausted on the ground. My cock lodged in his ass, lazily stroking his softening tool.

"You're a pretty tough stud, Pete."

"Hey," he responded, "you know how to do it to me. You're really a wild ride, Jay."

"I heard that another time tonight, Pete - after I fucked Grace I paid her the same compliment."

Pete was nonplused.

"I'm not taking care of her," he confessed, "she needs a man who will treat her right and love her."

We drove home quietly. We didn't need to say anything. We both knew something between us had changed. I dropped Pete off, and he quietly thanked me and patted me on the shoulder. I said good night, and drove away.

A few months later, I got an invitation to Pete and Grace's wedding. She was so happy and beautiful, that day she walked down the aisle. Pete was standing taller and prouder, clean and sober. When I greeted them in the reception line, they both gave me warm hugs, and thanked me for being such a good friend at a time when they really needed one. Pete thanked me for the way I set him straight.

I guess being a friend meant giving it to them hard and straight.

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written by jay_stud