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Chris - Second Cumming of Andrew (Just the Tip part II)
🕑 Added 2024-08-06 22:00:03 +0000 UTCI didn’t see Andrew again for the rest of the summer. I avoided his texts, and the few times I saw him around town, neither of us said anything because of the other people around us. It didn’t stop him from looking at me like a piece of meat, though, and then later sending texts looking to “hang out.” I was too new to guy-on-guy sex, and until Andrew fucked me, I had no one even close to my inner circle that knew I even thought about sex with another guy.
I went back to college for the fall semester and had a few vanilla hookups with women over the few months between summer break and Thanksgiving break, but I mainly focused on my studies.
I went back home for Thanksgiving and didn’t see anyone but family. It was a quick in-and-out trip, and my mom always insists on occupying all of my free time when I’m home only for a couple of days.
Andrew had stopped texting me while I was away at school. I hadn’t completely ignored him, but I was very short in my responses to all of his messages. I couldn’t help it; it was like a defense mechanism or something.
I didn't see Andrew again until winter break, and then I was forced to talk to him. Every year, the week between Christmas and New Year, a mutual friend of ours throws a “barn party.” Though it’s probably not what you would think, yes, it’s a massive barn on his family's property, but they don’t have a farm of any kind. They only used it to store large equipment for his dad's construction company on the ground level, and they turned the loft into a chill spot years before I started hanging out there.
I showed up late, probably around 11 pm or so. I jumped into a group of friends and started drinking with them, each of us sharing war stories about the fall semester. We did some shots and passed a bowl around. Me and an ex-girlfriend dominated at beer pong for a while. I was certain she and I were going to hook up before the night was out; the vibe was just right, and it felt like all our sorted history had been locked away.
I needed to take a piss, so I told my friend Jordan to take my spot at the table. The barn didn’t have a toilet; if anyone needed a toilet, they had to go into the main house where my buddy's parents were sleeping. Otherwise, it was a common practice to go to the dark side of the barn and piss into the woods.
Stepping out, I smelled some weed and heard a very distinct laugh. It was Andrew and some of his buddies. His eyes met mine, “Well, well, well,” he smiled at me. “Oh, hey,” I gave him a nod, my nerves kicking into overdrive, but the drinks and weed I already smoked kept those signals from reaching my brain. He held out a fat joint he was smoking as his group continued their conversation. I hesitated but figured, “fuck it, he’s not going to do or say anything with all these people around.” I took a long drag, holy shit; this was way better than what they had inside.
I passed it around the circle, and Andrew passed it back to me and put his arm around my shoulder as I took another big hit. The conversation was a blur around me; my heart started pounding the second he put his arm around me; I caught a familiar whiff of his scent, something I had inhaled like a drug while he was pumping into me and sweating in my bed a few months ago, the thought made my dick shift in my underwear. One last hit and I passed it back, pulling away from the circle and Andrew; I told them I had to take a piss and disappeared into the darkness.
Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, I walked a few steps into the woods and quickly had my dick out to relieve myself. With alcohol and weed in my system, I didn't feel the cold air, even though I could see steam rising from where my stream landed. Shaking out the last drops, a voice came up behind me, “If you shake it more than twice, you’re playing with it,” Andrew laughed.
I jumped a little, the waistband of my underwear snapping onto my flaccid cock, which stung like a bitch, and I tucked myself into the briefs, zipping up quickly. Turning to see Andrew’s silhouette leaning against a tree at the edge of the woods, I didn’t know what to say, so I just stared at him, then glanced down at my underwear to make sure I didn’t accidentally get any on me. Thankfully, I didn’t.
“You never answered my texts,” he started.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I just…wasn’t into it,” I said.
Andrew looked around, then back at me, “huh,” he paused. “Didn’t seem like you weren’t into it when you shot your load all over both of us,” he said quietly and took a step closer to me, putting a hand on my hip.
My blood started to rush to my cheeks. I tried to pull away, but his other hand grabbed my other hip, and I stopped, leaning against the big tree behind me. “I mean, after,” I told him, feeling my blood flowing to places I didn’t want it to.
“What about my needs?” He asked, leaning in and kissing my neck. His crotch is grinding against mine, his scent wafting directly into my brain. I could feel him getting hard in his pants, my body instantly betrayed me, and my dick sprung to life.
“Wha…” I cleared my throat, “what do you mean?”
He kissed my neck on the other side, still holding my hips and me against the tree. His hands scooped around and palmed my ass, giving my cheeks a light squeeze. “I need some ass, man, and yours was…fuck, so good,” he mumbled.
I heard a car pulling up the gravel driveway and pushed him off me, turning to look and see who it was. He got behind me and started grinding against my ass, his hands on my hips again. “They can’t see us,” he whispered, then chuckled his nasal laugh.
“I told you I’m not into it, man,” I made a pathetic attempt to pull away.
He pulled me back, one arm wrapping around my chest, his other hand slipped down into my partially exposed underwear, grabbing tight on my hard dick; I gasped. “It feels like you’re into it,” he held me tight, his warm breath on my neck.
“I mean, I’m not gay,” I started to say.
“Me neither,” he jumped in. “I’m just…” he grind his hips into my ass, “I’m so horny,” he laughed.
“There’s plenty of pussy in that party,” I told him, breaking his grip and taking a step closer to the barn.
He threw his head back and followed me out of the woods; his friend came around the corner of the barn just as we got close. I turned to Andrew and gave him the “I told you so” look, zipping up my pants and buttoning them quickly.
As the party started to wind down and people started leaving or picking couches to crash on, I was outside with my buddy Jordan, who was about to leave. We had a good laugh about how hot my ex got and how it was unfortunate that she went home early. He offered to give me a ride home if I wanted. I wasn’t going to leave my car and have to deal with that in the morning, so I declined his offer.
Just as we said our goodbyes, like a vampire, Andrew popped up and told Jordan to “hit him up” if he needed anything for his upcoming New Year’s Eve party. Jordan got in his car and drove off, leaving just the two of us outside the now-quiet party.
“What now?” Andrew asked.
“Now I go find a couch to crash on,” I laughed.
“Come on, man,” he laughed, scooping an arm around my waist to stop me from walking away.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Bro, you’re desperate.”
He laughed, “I know man, and I’ll be honest…I jerked off a few times thinking about nutting in your ass that last time,” he grind his hips into my ass.
His words made my dick twitch; even though I’m not into him, the thought of someone fantasizing about me struck a chord with my ego, and my dick liked it.
“Oh good, so you know how to relieve yourself without me,” I pushed my ass into him to push him back, but he held on tight, grinding into me.
“Yeah, but you know your ass feels so much better,” he said as his right hand held me tight around the waist, and his left started exploring my tight chest.
“Of course it does,” I joked.
“Let me in then,” he kissed my neck.
I laughed, “Right here in the driveway?”
His head popped up, and he looked around dramatically, “No one is here.”
“Nah, no way, dude,” I pulled away.
He grabbed my arm and led me into the barn. We passed the stairs leading back to the party, a bunch of large construction equipment, and around a few stacked pallets of red bricks to a very quiet and secluded part of the barn. He backed me up against the inside wall of the barn and started to kiss me. I couldn’t help but kiss back. I’m not into him, but I’m still human, and the guy knows how to kiss me and touch me in the right spots.
His hands went for my pants, undoing them and easily slipping them down to my knees. He rubbed my hard dick through my white Tommy briefs, then dropped to his knees. He hauled my dick out and immediately had it in his throat, not gagging at all. Damn, he’s good at sucking dick. I let out a small moan as his chin stubble tickled my balls with my dick deep in his throat. I couldn’t help myself; I grabbed his head and thrust as deep as I could go.
“Fuck that feels good,” I mumbled as I started to grind into his warm wet mouth.
He just moaned on my dick, pulled my briefs down to my knees, and started massaging my ass cheeks as he pulled me deeper into his mouth. It was his fingers gently grazing my hole as he pulled on my ass cheeks; that set me off. I tried to warn him.
“Oh shit… I’m cumming,” I whispered as I already unleashed the first torrent of cum into his throat.
He swallowed and started choking as I thrust and shot the rest of my load into his mouth, the wall barely holding me up. I heard him gulp down what he could of my cum before pulling off to cough out what was gagging him. He tried his best to quietly cough up what caught in his airway as he slowly jerked the last drops out of my dick, and I caught my breath. I didn’t realize how horny I was, that load had been pent up for days, and it had been weeks since I had any sexual experiences with another person.
“Fuck man, a little warning,” he laughed, catching his breath.
“My bad,” I leaned down and pulled up my underwear with a distinct snap of the waistband.
“Wait, what are you doing?” he asked, getting off his knees.
“Going back upstairs?” I questioned, reaching for my jeans.
He grabbed my hand, stopping me from pulling them up. " No way, dude. It’s my turn,” he grinned.
“You want me to blow you?” I asked.
He pulled me close to him, slipping his hands back into my briefs and cupping my ass, “No, I want to fuck you again.” He leaned in to kiss me. Having cum I was no longer horny and not feeling into any of this.
“I don’t know, man,” I tried to think of an excuse, my head foggy from the partying and the amazing blow job, so I came up short.
He turned me around to face a single stack of bricks, pulled my briefs down to meet my pants around my ankles, and immediately dove his tongue into my hole. At first, having just cum, I tried to not enjoy it. Even when not in the mood, a good rim job feels amazing, and it puts me in the mood. I leaned over the bricks and let him get his tongue into me, unable to spread my legs because my pants and underwear were like leg shackles, not that it mattered; he was pulling my cheeks apart and really getting in me. I just enjoyed it for a few minutes, relaxing and wondering why I don’t do this more often. Then he pulled his tongue out, and I heard him spit and the obvious sound of him stroking the spit onto his dick.
I looked back at him, “what are you doing?”
He stood and started rubbing his slick cock up and down my crack, across my hole, adding spit, “Come on man, I swallowed your cum, let me fuck you.”
“It’s not the same,” I told him, making no effort to pull away.
“You’re not going to blue-ball me, are you?” He asked, still stroking himself, teasing my hole.
I huffed, relenting, “Do you have a condom?”
He tried to push the head in without success. " No, you know I don’t. Do you?”
“No,” I started to stand up straight.
“Come on, man,” he held me tight, sliding his hot hard cock between my ass cheeks, “you didn’t make me wear one the last time,” he pleaded.
“You were supposed to wear one,” I fired back.
He spits on his dick head and rubs it on my hole directly, adding pressure and pleasure, “Just let me fuck you for like five minutes; that’s all I need,” he pressed harder and popped the head in.
I felt a sharp pain and took a sharp inhale, “ow, fuck man,” I slammed a hand on the stack of bricks.
He didn’t push any further, “Come on, man, I need to fuck you; just a couple minutes and I’ll pull out.”
I grunted, resigning again, as he gently pushed another inch into me, and I felt my hole stretching around him, with a little more ease this time around, “Ungh…five minutes, and don’t cum in me."
He quickly pulled his phone out and set it in front of me, giggling, “Five minutes, fuck yeah.”
I looked at the time; it was 2:58 am, “five minutes,” he grunted as he started to push into me, making me gasp and slam my hand down again, “Ungh…and you better pull out,” I warned as I felt him push slowly all seven thick inches into my hole. His wide, flared head rubbed every amazing inch of my insides.
2:59, and he was deep in me. I clenched my teeth, and he added spit as he slowly pulled out and then pushed balls deep with a quick and hard shove. “Ungh,” I groaned as he moaned.
“Fuck yeah, you’re so tight, man,” he started to pull out, adding more spit and slowly pushing all the way in, even deeper this time.
3:01, and he was developing a slight rhythm while never pulling out more than a few inches, then thrusting as deep as possible with every re-entry. I tried to relax and let him use my hole, it was lubed enough between his spit and precum that it was starting to feel good, but I was still tight and not nearly the level of horny to relax enough to enjoy it. I was getting closer with every thrust, though.
3:02 “Fuck yeah, mmm, your ass is so good; I’m getting close, man,” he started humping my ass with short deep thrusts, flexing his cock against my prostate, which felt really good.
3:03 “Ungh, your five minutes are up, man,” I made no effort to stop him.
“I'm so close,” he started really fucking my ass, the audible sound of his hips smacking my ass with every thrust making me nervous people would hear us.
3:04 My teeth clenched, needing more lube, “Alright, man, it’s time,” I said again.
“Don’t make me pull out, man; I’m so close; just another minute and I'm gonna nut,” he pulled me tighter, rocking his dick into me and moaning quietly as he pushed the base of his cock into my outer ring, stretching me even further.
“Fuck man,” I groaned, “just hurry, I can’t handle your dick."
He kissed my back, leaning over me, grinding his hips into me, “I’m so close,” he said, circling his dick in my hole, thrusting up deep into me.
3:05 “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned, thrusting hard and flexing his body, standing on his toes, forcing himself deeper into me, pushing me harder against the stack of bricks.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned from all the pressure inside my anal walls.
One, two more thrusts, and I felt his dick expand, “I’m cumming, ungh, ungh,” he groaned and thrust and blew his load deep inside me. “Oh fuck, ungh,” he kept a tight grip on my hips, pushing deep into my hole, every last shot of his nut blasting into my guts, his cock flexing as it painted my insides. It felt so good as it lubed my raw shaft for him to thrust and fuck the last drops of his balls into me. He collapsed onto me, out of breath, panting on my neck.
“Fuck man,” I panted, “did you cum in me…again?”
“Mmm…yeah, sorry, man,” he slowly pulled out of my ass, his softening dick plopping out. “Felt so good, fuck man,” he panted and leaned his back against the bricks, giving my ass a soft pat, and then laughed as he slowly pulled up his boxers and jeans.
I slowly straightened up, pulling up my briefs and then my pants. “Dick, move, man,” I said and started walking away as I zipped my pants and buttoned them up the second time tonight.
“Don’t be mad,” I heard him say as I went upstairs.
I found a couch in the far corner and lay face down on it. At the other end, people were still drinking and chatting, low enough that I could slowly drift off to sleep.
