The next weekend at Travis’s place.
“The new Modern Warfare kicks ass. I am so glad they finally started that system to boot cheaters.”
“Same Bro!” Travis hooted back. “Notch up another kill!”
“High five for another win for our team!” I yelled loudly. “Alright, guys, see you on here another night.”
“Later, bros,” Travis said as he took his headset off. Time for something a little stronger than beer. What are we having tonight?” With a little digging around in the fridge, Travis came back with rum and cold cans of Coke. “Cheers!” he said as he handed me one.
“Thanks.”
“Season’s wrapping up. Only a couple of games were left till the playoffs. How’s it feel playing every game now?” Travis asked as we settled back for a movie.
“Good, it feels good, really good. Coach said I’ll probably finish the season and be a starter next year as the kicker. What about you? Any word on if you’ll be on the field more next year?”
Travis grinned and shook his head. “I’m here on a scholarship, but I’ll probably never be a starter. I just don’t have that huge lineman size. I may talk to the defensive coordinator and see if I can switch back to corner or safety. But even then, I just don’t have the speed. Besides, we both knew football was just a way to pay for college, right?”
“Yeah, I know. I’m not kidding myself either. I don’t have the leg for the NFL. I need at least another ten yards to be competitive. Is what it is, right? At least we’ve had a shit ton of fun playing on the field.”
Travis grinned again, “Hell yes… and off the field as well. When are you gonna tell me about hooking up with Kim? Are goth girls as big a freaks as we’ve always heard they were?”
I hid my face with a big drink of my rum and Coke. How much to tell? Shit, Travis is my best friend, and we’ve known each other almost our entire lives. That little voice pops into my head saying, ‘Hey, fuck it, right?’ Well, who am I to argue with what’s worked so far?
“Travis, Kim is a certified freak. And I mean freak with a capital ‘F’.”
“I knew it! What did she do? Did she want you to lick her asshole, or did she stick a finger up your butt? Come on, tell me!” I swear he was like a kid in a candy store with his excitement.
“Yes, all the above. Ever hear of pegging or being a dom?” I asked him.
“Huh? Dom, like dominating?”
“Yeah, exactly. She liked her hair pulled, my hand around her neck, smacking her ass in that little skirt. It was fucking amazing,” I told him with a grin as big as his.
“Damn, I never figured you for a goth kink, bro. So, who dominated whom?” Travis asked, laughing. When I didn’t answer right away, he turned and laughed even harder.
“Oh, wtf bro? What?”
“We’ve known each other too long for me to know you are embarrassed by something when you don’t answer right away. Look, you are kind of on the crazy side of being willing to try new things yourself. So, I shouldn’t be surprised at you getting into something new,” said Travis.
“Well, yeah, I guess I like experimenting,” I grinned back at him. “I’m not scared like you when that cheerleader tried putting her finger in your butt. Maybe you should have let her, you might have enjoyed it too.”
“Nah, I’m good. I like my sex life just the way it is. And wait a…” I could see Travis on his phone. “Bro! You said pegging! She did that to you?”
I imagined I looked like the proverbial Cheshire cat with my grin. I might as well own it, right? “Yep! Enjoyed every second of it, too.”
“Damn, you are getting your freak and kink on. Spill it, what happened?” Travis asked.
I related the details of last weekend, filling in gaps as Travis asked questions.
“Damn, bro, I’m glad I never tried hooking up with her. Not really my thing to let a girl take charge like that,” Travis opined after I finished. “So, did you like wearing the outfit?”
“I didn’t mind it. It was sexy and sensual as hell. I’d wear it again for her.”
Travis stood up to stretch and got another round of drinks. Even in his jeans, I could see his cock was getting hard. And I was already hard from recounting the previous weekend. Fuck. Was I starting to think about cock to satisfy myself right now, the way I’d think about some chick and playing with her tits? “Did you turn on the trail cams?” I asked.
“Uh huh. Let me look outside.” Travis moved to the window and looked toward his parents’ house. “Lights are out. Door is locked. Want some dick?” he asked with a stupid grin.
“You’re an asshole,” I laughed back at him.
“Yes, but you enjoy it,” Travis teased back.
After waiting for him to settle back on the couch, I moved down to the floor between his legs. He grabbed his drink for a quick sip and settled his head back on the couch with his eyes closed. Gripping his cock near the base, I started licking it up and down both sides. Within a few minutes, I was bobbing up and down on his dick, enjoying how it felt in my mouth. I started to realize that while I did enjoy sucking his dick, I also missed the other sensations. Fingers playing with my hair, my nipples, or even the way Kim would run her fingers down my back and grip my ass. I was definitely going to keep hooking up with her while I explored this new ‘kink,’ as Travis called it.
I loved feeling the head of his dick between my lips, caressing it with my tongue. I could feel his balls tensing up as I massaged them. I knew what was coming soon. Twitch… Here it comes, I thought as I moved my lips just past the head of his throbbing cock. His breath was fast and shallow, and I could feel the cum as it pulsed up his hard shaft until it exploded in my mouth. I let out a low moan of pleasure as I tasted it, which began to flow across my tongue and down my throat. After six or seven good spurts, his body and cock began to relax. I let his softening cock slip my lips as I moved back up onto the couch.
“You know, bro, Kim might be on to something.”
“What’s that?” I asked as I licked my lips, savoring the taste.
“You just might have a nice ass. I mean, in the right kind of leggings or panties or…” He didn’t finish as I hit him with a pillow. We both laughed as the moment passed.
“Well, you aren’t seeing me in anything Kim’s got. So, throw that shit out of your head.”
Travis just laughed and threw the pillow back at me. “I’m just saying if she ever starts holding out on you…”
His comment elicited another round of laughter from both of us.
That was pretty much my life for the next few months. Football, Kim and her kinks, and hanging out with Travis. After the season and semester ended, it was time for the inevitable time of change. Kim went off for an internship for her last semester. Football was over till the summer. And I was once again without a girlfriend.
Two things happened shortly before our second year of college ended. The first was meeting Ashley. She was in my biology class, and we were partnered up for some labs. This led to us dating on and off again for the remainder of the semester and into the summer. She was kind of a nerd in the sense of Velma from Scooby Doo, but I loved her legs. Especially when she’d wrap them around me during sex. She liked her hair pulled during doggystyle, which reminded me of Kim doing that to me.
The second thing that happened was that Mom nearly found my stash of clothes that Kim had given me. Not that I don’t think I could have explained it or something, unless she brought it up around my sister or Dad. So, I bagged up that stuff and took it to Travis’ place and left it there. Why did I keep it? Some would wonder that. Nostalgia? Nope, someone in their twenties probably hasn’t even been introduced to that word yet. I had briefly considered tossing it in the trash, but once again, if someone saw the shoebox and opened it, they would go straight to my sister with questions, and that could still lead back to me. The easiest thing on my mind was to take the box, put it in a bag, and leave it at the safest place I knew. At Travis’s place, I knew there were only two keys; he had one, and I had the other. Still needing my bag, I took the shoebox and stuck it in the bedroom closet on a shelf. For months, it sat there and was quite frankly forgotten.
Football camp was just a few weeks away. We were going to start our third season at the school, and it really felt great not being the freshmen or sophomores. The only ones we had to answer to were the seniors. While we weren’t looking forward to the two or three a day practices, we were definitely ready for the season to start. I knew I’d play most, if not all, the games, and Travis was switching back to safety, so he should see more time on the field as well. With that on our minds, we were taking every opportunity to relax and have drinks, especially now that we were of legal age to buy them ourselves.
Our evening started off at one of the local places called Eskimo Joe’s, and because it was still summer, the action was notoriously slow. Plus, buying drinks on a college guy’s budget got expensive quickly. We left there and walked back to Travis’s new apartment. I was lowkey jealous that he once again had his own place, but with his parents deciding to move, it had to happen for him to stay enrolled at our college. But hell, I got the second key, and this place was even nicer than the trailer, so I shouldn’t have bitched.
Nearly all the furniture was from his trailer place, and since they were both about the same size, it worked out nicely. Since it was early, I decided it was game time while he continued to unpack his stuff. “Hey, I’m getting online to see if anyone from the team is on and up for some team versus team,” I called out to Travis as he made some bourbons for us.
“Sounds good, here’s the bourbons plus a couple of shots,” he said as he set the drinks on the counter.
“Bottoms up,” I said as I grabbed a shot glass and tossed it back.
“Not since Kim left,” Travis quipped.
“Haha, funny motherfucker. And when classes begin again, Ashley will be back, and I’ll be getting more pussy than you!” I could instantly tell that it scored a direct hit. I knew he hadn’t gotten laid since shortly after the beginning of the year. If it wasn’t for the occasional blowjob he got from me, he’d been forced back to nothing but jerking off to DVDs again. He just grumbled and headed for the bedroom to finish putting away clothes.
I don’t know how long he’d been in the bedroom, but I had been crushing it on Call of Duty for a few games. For playing solo on an open map where it was every player for themselves, I was leading the kills by double to my closest competitor. I barely noticed Travis come in and sit down next to me.
“Hey, bro,” he said.
“Hold on, look at my stats. Game is almost over, about two mins left,” I replied.
Travis then walked in front of the tv blocking my view. “Then my standing here doesn’t help?”
“Come on, move your ass!” I yelled at him.
“I can’t have you beating my stats while I’m doing other shit,” Travis said.
“Move!”
“Fine, but you owe me.”
“Fine, I owe you fuck off and move!” As the game wrapped up, I felt pretty damn good. I ran the map on everyone with my scores. I had just started to take a deep celebratory drink of my bourbon when Travis asked, “By the way, have you seen my new shoes?” as he held up the shoebox.
I can now attest that when bourbon goes down the wrong pipe, gets coughed up through your nose and mouth, that it does indeed burn coming back up and out. That was probably the hardest I had seen him laugh in over a year. “What are you doing with that?” I tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible.
“Well, for starters, I already opened it and went through it a little bit. My my my aren’t you the kinky little biotch. Kim had you wearing some interesting choice outfits, I noticed.” I squirmed and turned at least ten different shades of red as Travis pulled things out of the shoebox. “Here is the top you told me about. This little number is some kind of lacy thong or,” with a smirk at me, “maybe a pirate’s eye patch?”
“Seriously? When you told me about the girl trying to put her finger in your butt I didn’t make fun of you, did I?”
“Ok, ok, ok, I’m just messing with you,” Travis finally relented.
“Keep messing with me, and I’ll delete your gaming profile!” I finally laughed.
Throwing the stuff back in the box and grabbing another game controller, Travis asked, “You ever miss it?”
“Miss what? Her?” I responded as I set up another game for us. “Grab the bottle and pour a couple more drinks while we wait for the game to start.”
“You know. The stuff you and Kim would do together? You obviously liked it since you kept hanging out with her for the last few months of the semester,” Travis said on the way to the kitchen for the bottle and some ice.
“Yeah. I think about it sometimes. I enjoyed it, letting her be in charge and all.”
“Give me your glass. You know, I kind of covered for you with a few of the guys who knew she was into some kinky ass shit.”
I turned toward him, “Really? What did they say?”
Taking his seat after refilling our glasses, he said, “Nothing specific, just that she’d tried a few things with some other guys. Playing with their asses while blowing them, stuff like that. Nothing like what you told me you guys did,” nodding to the box.
“Oh, thanks, man. I mean that. That would have been embarrassing to deal with.”
Nodding at the box again as he picked up the game controller, Travis said, “You ever put that stuff back on since she left?”
“Fuck no! Where would I have been able to do that and not get caught?” I asked. But while I said that, I had secretly put on a couple of the outfits a few times very late at night in my bedroom before I moved them to Travis’s place. Always super late when I knew no one would be up.
“All joking aside, if you ever want to, here, you can. If you do, just text me so I know in case someone is with me, you know.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. With that, Travis and I settled into game mode.
A couple of games later, we were comparing kills, and he decided to make it a little more competitive. “If I beat your count on the next game, you have to put on one of those outfits,” Travis laughed.
I had been thinking about them ever since he brought out the shoebox. Putting them on was like throwing a switch. Kim used to call it getting in the ‘proper mindset.’ Until I changed clothes, she let me be in charge. After changing, she said, in my case, it made me more submissive. When she put on her little leather harness and dildo, her mind went to more controlling. But for right then, at that moment, I wanted to enjoy the feel of the clothing and those fun memories it brought back. Besides, what’s my motto? ‘Fuck it, why not?’
“You’re on.”
Twenty minutes later, the score ended with me down one kill. Travis rolled over the edge of the couch and grabbed the box to toss over to me.
“If I’m changing into something, I’m going to the bedroom,” I said as I grabbed the box and started to walk off. “Make yourself useful and top off the drinks and get the game ready,” I said as I headed to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, Travis hollered at me. “We’re in the waiting room; game starts in thirty-seven seconds!”
I opened the door and went straight to the couch. With little time to even take a good look at me, our game started.
Another twenty minutes later, the game was over. The kill count favored me now by six. With that, I jumped up and said, “Time to change back, I won.” I smirked as I walked by.
“Damn, bro, Kim was right, you do look good in that,” he laughed.
“Yeah, well, it just looks good because you haven’t gotten laid in six months.
“That could be. But I mean with those black thigh highs going up to the skirt and that top, from the back, I wouldn’t know I was looking at a guy.” I turned to look at Travis, and he sat back and put his hands up defensively. “Look, bro, just calling it as I see it.”
“Oh, oh, ok. I thought you were back to making fun of me or something,” I eyed him suspiciously and gave him the middle finger as I sat back down and picked up my drink. I turned to look at the game timer; we still had four minutes till the next game.
“How’s it feel being back in one of those outfits?” Travis asked.
“Pretty good, it’s giving me a chubby feeling the panties around my ass,” I told him. What I didn’t say was that I was getting hard from thinking about Kim bending me over and pulling my hair. Maybe changing clothes really did flip some switch.
“You ever think about her with that dildo smacking your ass?”
“Ya, I mean it was fun at the time. But the odds of finding another goth girl like her again are pretty damn nonexistent. Know what I mean?”
Staring intently at his controller, Travis said, “Doesn’t have to be another goth girl. I mean, it’s not really any different than giving me blowjobs. I mean, I guess not really different because you enjoy it, right?”
“Dude, I don’t have any idea what you are fucking saying. Make some sense already?” I had a sneaking suspicion of what he was hinting at. Literally the only other time I seen him like this was right before he asked me to suck his dick the first time.
“I don’t know what the fuck I am saying. I haven’t been laid in months, and it’s driving me crazy. That’s all. Game starts in twenty seconds,” he finished.
“Bro, I’ve sucked your dick at least a couple of dozen times in the last few months,” I told him. “Besides, I’m a guy.”
“Blowjobs aren’t the same as fucking. It’s just not the same. Fuck, even you’ve said that!” Travis said. “And besides that, what’s the difference between fucking one ass or another? That doesn’t matter to me after six months of nothing.”
“Yeah, I know I’ve said that.”
“And you said you missed the stuff you and Kim did. And you can’t be gay because you’ve got a new girlfriend. Not that you haven’t rubbed that shit in my face,” Travis laughed.
“Let me think on it,” I said as the screen turned to the five-second countdown.
Another twenty minutes later, and we both knew I had been thinking about it a little too much. Not only did Travis destroy my kill count, but so did everybody else on the map.
I finally tossed the controller onto the cushion between us. “You got any lube here?” I asked.
“Lube? Huh? Oh yeah. I’ve got that coconut oil you told me about. That stuff is amazing for the skin,” Travis said as he got up and poured another drink. Coconut oil. I remember it quite well. Kim introduced me to it. Way better than some of those other lubes. It didn’t have any weird taste. Inwardly, I smiled. I missed getting pegged by a chick, and this was probably the closest thing I could get to it. How different could it be?
“Where’s it at? Bathroom?” Seeing him nod his head, I went off that way. Before I passed out of view, I turned my head and caught him looking right at my ass. Travis had always been an ‘ass’ guy. For me, it was boobs; for Travis, it was a hot ass that always turned him on. He quickly turned his own shade of red, which caused me to laugh. In the bathroom, I slid the panties off and threw them in the box on the bed. Grabbing the oil, I made my way back out to the door to the bedroom.
“So um, where are we doing this?” I asked. I flicked my hand toward the bedroom, and he stood and started in my direction.
“The bedroom has carpet, and I kind of want you to start blowing me first,” Travis said.
“Ok.” I dropped to my knees and placed the oil on the edge of the bed. Then I started to unbuckle his jeans and let them slide to the floor. His boxers would have too if not for the fact that he was already nice and hard. “I’m going to rub oil on you as I do this, ok? “I asked.
“Sure.”
With that, I took the coconut oil and squirted a little into my hand. I then used that hand to slowly start stroking his cock while I sucked the tip. I massaged the oil all over his balls and then slipped my hand down to give myself a little as well. With his dick in my mouth, I looked up at him to see him staring down. I arched my back a little so the pleated skirt would reveal a little of the curve of my ass. I would have known that caught his attention and did something for him even if I hadn’t seen his eyes go wide while looking at my ass. His dick hardened up even more than I thought possible.
“That ass does look really good right now,” he said.
I decided I needed a little payback for the teasing he did to me earlier. “Kim said my ass was amazing to fuck. Or maybe it was my ass that was made to fuck. I can’t remember. But you don’t get to unless you beg for it.”
“Fuck bro, turn around. I’ll fuck that ass so good. I want to fuck it so bad right now.”
With that, I gave him one more deep suck of his dick and stood up and turned around. I felt his hands go around my waist. One slid up my side and then halfway up my back, and then back down the middle of my back, while the other went down the back of my stocking-covered leg. When it came back up, it came up under the pleated skirt and massaged my ass cheek. The hand in the middle of my back went back up to my shoulders and pushed me forward, bending me over the bed. The hand that was massaging my ass slowly pulled the cheek apart from the other as his thumb sought out my hole.
When his thumb finally found it, I could feel it massaging my hole in small circles. “Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. That feels amazing.” This was a totally different experience from that with Kim. For some reason, I had expected that feminine, gentle caress I was used to enjoying. Kim had taken charge, yes, but still in a way that always felt like a girl would. This experience right then was exactly like what I had done when I fucked my girl before. The strong hands that told someone who was in charge without being rough or forceful, it was so totally different that I was woefully unprepared for how good this felt, being on the receiving end of it.
I felt the head of his cock replace his thumb. That hand went back to holding my hip while the other ran up and down my spine. Going back and forth from that silky crop top to my bare skin gave me goose bumps. The firmness of the pressure of his hand was as opposite from Kim’s fingernails as night and day, yet both made me rock fucking hard.
I felt the pressure increase as he started to push into me. Just like the dildo, I thought I knew what to expect. The only thing that was similar was the initial resistance my body put up until the head finally pushed through. Even when warmed up, that dildo just doesn’t feel real. Maybe that’s partly because I knew it wasn’t real, or maybe you just can’t replicate what real feels like. As Travis finally pushed into me, I felt that solid warmth of his cock as it slid slowly deeper and deeper. He continued sliding deeper until I could feel his tight stomach against my ass. I could feel its immense throbbing nature. Somehow, he must have been able to tell how good it felt.
“Oh yeah. Mmm, that ass feels amazing. That feels good, doesn’t it? Kim was right. Your ass feels so fucking good,” Travis said.
“Oh, fuck yeah, your cock feels so damn good,” was about all I could get out as he started sliding back out. I could feel the head of it as he pulled most of the way out and then started back in again. Bent over the bed, Travis began to slowly fuck my ass. Each time sliding out till the head of his cock reached the part of my ass that gripped his cock before thrusting back in. After a few minutes, he began to slowly pick up the pace. His left hand ran up my back until it reached the back of my head, and he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back.
“Oh, fuck yes, arch that back so I can fuck that ass nice and deep,” he said through panting breaths. I could feel his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. Holy shit, this was amazing. I was noticing so many things that were different from when Kim would do this. Travis had my eyes rolling up in my head. His thrusts were so natural, whereas Kim’s were more like something timed out or mechanical. I instantly knew why that was. Kim couldn’t feel the dildo. She couldn’t feel the reactions to it when it hit certain spots. Only someone with a real cock could. I could feel the way a woman’s body reacted with my thrusts. This is exactly what Travis was doing.
He eventually let go of my hair and grabbed my hips with both hands and started to fuck me with deep, faster thrusts. Feeling his hands grip my hips, hearing his grunts, holy shit, this made me incredibly hard. He was hitting a spot that Kim would hit every once in a while, but without the same consistency. The ridge on the head of Travis’s cock was hitting it coming and going.
“Fuck don’t stop,” I gasped.
“You like that? Huh? Does it feel good? Tell me how good that cock feels,” Travis commanded.
“Oh, fuck yeah, keep going, don’t fucking stop.” I had one hand gripping the edge of the bed where I was bent over, and the other stretched out in front of me, gripping the blanket in a fist. I was just far enough away from the bed that I could feel my hard cock swaying with his thrusts. His balls were slapping mine like they were in charge. With each thrust, I felt his body against mine. I could hear that familiar smacking ‘smack smack smack’ when I fucked someone like this, except now it was my turn. I was the one getting my cheeks clapped.
As Travis kept up his pace, I could feel that oh so wonderful sensation that told me I was about to cum. I used both hands to push myself up off the bed, arching my body as far as I could. That changed the angle of Travis’s dick to where it seemed to be punching that spot. (I’d later learn that was the prostate he was hitting.) That changed the feeling of me wanting to cum from a five to an uncontrollable urge of a ten to cum.
“Fuck I’m Cuming, don’t stop, I’m Cuming…” was all I could get out. The pressure where he was hitting started me shooting the most intense orgasm I had ever had. After my last rope of jizz shot out, I collapsed back down to the bed.
Sensing his accomplishment, Travis really started to hammer my ass. This is a sensation that most people recognize when it happens. The guy is ready to nut and really picks up the pace. I knew he wouldn’t be long before he nutted as well. How long that lasted, I couldn’t tell, but it felt like an eternity. This felt so good; my hands were back to balling up the blanket in fists.
I barely heard Travis gasp out that he was close. “Don’t stop, keep going,” I told him, hoping he’d get the clue to keep going until he started to cum. I wasn’t wrong. He kept hammering my ass until I felt him tense up with each thrust, heard him grunt, and felt his hands grip my hips like two vises. I swear I could literally feel his cock swelling. When he started to cum, his thrusts slowed, all while keeping his dick buried deep. I could feel each tense up of his cock as he shot each load. It. Was. Amazing.
I felt him slowly slide out of my ass and take a seat next to me on the bed. I turned my head over to look at him, and only then did I really realize just how sweaty and out of breath we had both gotten. “Holy shit…” I spoke.
“Damn, bro, that was better than any chick I have ever fucked in the ass before,” Travis said.
“That was better than anything Kim ever did. Hers were just different.”
“I’m never swearing off women, but if you ever want that again, just let me know. I don’t know exactly what Kim said about your ass,” Travis said as he lay back on the bed to continue to catch his breath, “but I’ll say it was definitely made to take some dick.”
“Thanks, I think,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m a boob man myself. They are the most amazing things in the world to play with, so don’t worry about me either. Back to gaming?”
“Absolutely!” he replied.
