Tiddy Boy
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Why?
🕑 Added 2024-01-31 04:34:55 +0000 UTCDalton, a heavy set mid 30's chocolate man, was heading to see his old friend, Mark. They were old buddies from college, and hadn't seen each other since graduation, two years ago.
Although anxious to see his old buddy, Dalton was also a bit reluctant. Yea, Mark was a cool guy, but he was also too touchy feely; mainly when it came to Dalton's chest. He would often run up to him and slap his hands under Daltons breasts, making them flap around. Although he would laugh it off, Dalton's body always reacted the same way. He would feel a tingle throughout his himself that made him secretly question his sexuality.
In the past Dalton had some thoughts here and there, but for the most part nipple play was something he only partook in during masturbation. No woman was ever going to suck on his tits, and even if one would, he was too embarrassed to ask them.
He'd always think, "Nah, women run their mouths waaaay too much. If we break up, I'd become 'the guy who likes to get his tits sucked on like a bitch' to all the other women in the area.
When Dalton finally stepped foot in front of Mark's apartment door he was immediately greeted by two hands reaching up to squeeze his nipples.
"Gotcha!", Mark said win a huge grin on his face, "I'm glad you came to see me! I know we don't live close by each other anymore, but I hope the drive wasn't too crazy."
With a deep sigh, Dalton replied, "Nah it wasn't too bad" then swatted Mark's hands away.
You know you don't have to do that every time you see me, by the way. A hand shake, a hug, or a fist bump works just fine, dude"
"Yea, but any nigga can give you a fist bump. Only you're old homie can grab the tits thoooo", Mark said through laughter.
"Bro you're wild as hell for even saying that. Mad sus, my guy", Dalton replied.
"Yea, yea, yea. No homo or whatever. Anyway come in so we can sit back and shoot the shit like the old days. Oh yea!! It's this lit ass new show on Hulu called 'Rise of Infinity'. Bro you GOTTA watch a couple episodes with me. I PROMISE you wont regret it, bro!"
"Oh yea! I heard about that! It's been all over social media. I'm definitely down, bro. I hope you got some snacks though cuz you know yah boy likes to eat. I didn't get these tiddies by mistake"
"Truuuuuue. Those are home grown! Hahaha!
After their short reintroduction, the two men sat on Mark's beanie bags and watched the new show while guzzling down some Melted Yellow, their favorite pizza from a local pizza joint from their college days.
They laughed together and reminisced about many fun times they had on campus. From cheating in class, to all the times Mark would pull the front of Dalton's shirt over his head, slap one of his breasts, and run away before Dalton could remove the shirt from his head and catch him.
"Yea and you'd always yell 'BRO STOP PLAYING! THAT SHIT AINT FUNNY!', with yo mad ass, Mark shouted while rolling on the ground laughing with tears in his eyes.
"Bro I used to hate that shit. I wanted to punch you in the face so bad", pouted Dalton.
"Whatever nigga, that shit was HILARIOUS", Mark replied, still crying laughing. "But anyway I got some edibles. You tryna partake? That'll calm yo ass down and make us feel like we in our early 20's again for real, for real"
With a wide grin, Dalton responded, "Hell yea, bro! I'm definitely down for that!
After that the two of them had one too many edible gummies, and lay slump on the floor.
"Bro...I'm high as fuuuuuuuck right now", Mark murmured
(D) - "Me tooooo. I feel like I can feel everything, and nothing at all at the same time."
(M)- "Hahaha. Nigga you stupid ass hell. But I bet you can feel this tho"
Mark lazily slumped his arm over Dalton's shirt. After searching around for it, he found Daltons nipple and slowly rubbed his fingers in a circular motion.
Dalton began breathing heavily while muttering the words "bro you're so fucking gaaaaay"
"Whatever nigga. You didn't tell me to stop though. Did you? That shit must be making you feel good"
"Hell nah. That shit dont feel-"
Before Dalton could finish his sentence he felt a jolt of lighting move through his body. He didn't know what Mark was doing, but he had touched a part of his nipple that only he himself had ever touched before. It was right in the center at the very tip of the nipple; a spot that normally would make him cum on command.
"Ayoooooooo. Nigga did you just moan?" Mark slurred. And you stay calling me gay. You like that shit dont you? Admit it.
"I'm not admitting shit. Now get off me"
Dalton, high off the edibles, lazily pushed Marks hand away and crossed his legs to hide his rapidly erecting penis.
"Nigga dont-", Mark began as he stumbled up and on top or Daltons body. "Don't swat away my mutha fuckin hand. I'll pinch both of these bitches. Say I wont"
With an utter, Dalton responded, "Bro you aint gone do SHEIIIIIT"
"Aight, BET", said Mark in retaliation.
As to accept the challenge, Mark lifted Daltons shirt above his chest, and grabbed both nipples. He slowly stroked them while periodically rubbing his fingers in a circular motion.
After about a minute Dalton couldn't hold himself together anymore and began letting out fast shallow breaths. His toes curled up and his dick print quickly began to grow taller and taller.
"Ooooooooo. Oh fuuuuuuuck. Bro get...get off me. This shit is so fucking gay. Why are you doin this bro?", Dalton question as his body convulsed every time his spot was touched.
"The why doesn't matter, my nigga. Just chill and enjoy it. I know this shit must feel good as fuck. The way you're body is convulsing is enough to tell me that. You can feel free to keep lying tho. Stupid", responded Mark. "Imma suck 'em next"
"Chiiiilllll bro You really gotta sto-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Mark had already moved his head down and began licking and sucking on Dalton's nipples.
The moment he felt the warm wet feeling of Marks tongue, Dalton quickly wrapped his arms around Marks head.
At this point he knew he was at the point of no return.
His legs wrapped tightly around Marks ass cheeks, and he let his buddy have his way with him. At one point he thought "N-no. This isn't right. I'm not fucking gay", but the thought quickly slipped his mind as his moans grew louder and louder; resonating throughout the apartment.
After about 10 minutes of continuous, relentless pleasure, Mark got on the floor and instructed Dalton to take off his clothes and hop on top of him. Dalton, with a sigh, did as instructed. His dick was as hard as it's ever been; veins looking like they were going to burst at any moment from the pressure.
"Aight. I ain't never done this before, but I'm turned on from your moaning and shit, so imma suck your dick", Mark firmly demanded
"Come on bro. This shit already mad gay, but we still at a point where we can turn back and just pretend this shit never happened", Dalton replied as precum shot from his dick.
In a seductive voice, Mark responded "Nigga we grown. Plus if you ain't gone tell, I ain't gone tell. Now just relax and let me handle yo big ass"
Done talking, Mark wrapped his hands around Dalton's tits and with a sloppy mouth began slowly moving his head back and forth on his friends dick with a circular motion to enhance the sensation.
Dalton's body was in heaven, his eye rolled back, and he felt like he was as light as a feather. Deep down though, he was in turmoil.
Still high out of his mind, he reached his hand up and grabbed onto Marks wrists, struggling to push him away. He felt as if he had to protect his "man hood", but his body stopped him in his tracks each time he attempted to get his friend to release him. It was as if his body had decided what it wanted regardless of what childish "I have to be a man" thoughts ran through his head.
Eventually his arms gave out and he could do nothing but breath heavier and heavier as his friend kept sucking the soul from his body.
Soon after he felt something slowly pressing again his anus. Because of how wet he had become from all the foreplay, the pressure increased and object slowly slid further and further inside of him. He realized it was Mark's dick, but refused to admit it to himself. Regardless when he felt it rub against his prostate he got even wetter and precum oozed out of his dick into Mark's mouth like a broken dam.
The two of them began to sweat and moan louder and louder. They couldn't contain their passion for much longer. After roughly 10 minutes they both felt their bodies getting warmer and warmer, knowing what was to come next.
"Bro i'm not gonna last much longer with you sucking and fucking me. I'm about to-", Dalton began
"Nigga me tooooo. Fuuuuuuck!", Mark responded before Dalton could even finish his sentence".
Seconds later they both nutted in each other. Mark in Dalton's ass, and and Dalton in Marks wet, slimy throat. Afterwards they both passed out on the floor with nutt leaking from their respective holes.
After hours went by they heard birds chirping and opened their eyes. They quickly realized what went down, and awkwardly put their clothes back on.
Mark silently walked Dalton to his front door and let him out.
Before walking away, Dalton turned around and looked his buddy in the eyes. He then opened his mouth and nervously whispered, "So uh...you mind if I come back in a week or two, bro?"
Without a second thought, Mark, with a side grin replied, "You can come back any time, my nigga", and the two fisted bumped.
While driving back to his home, Dalton didn't turn on any music or make any stops. The question in his mind too overwhelming. All he could think was "What the fuck just happened and....why?"
