More Than the Ball (18 page)

Before I had a chance to consider it, Andre pushed forward, the bulbous head of his cock bumping against my lips. I let them part and he slid in, just as he did that last time, stretching my jaw around his hot, musky warmth. All I could do was run my tongue along his length, stimulating my friend as he pushed himself deeper. After all, I took gambling seriously and always paid my debts.

It was a different experience this time, with the lights on. Andre undid his pants and pushed them down past his ass as he was shoving himself into my mouth, and so now all I could do was watch as his pubic hair moved back and forth, coming closer and farther from my face as I took as much of him in as I could. Like last time I was surprised that he could press himself so firmly against the back of my throat without causing me to choke, but I was happy that he could. I didn’t imagine it would be as enjoyable for either of us if I had to continually stop to cough and gag.

I suddenly felt a hand on my head, and Andre pulled his length completely free of my lips. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I want to give something else a try," he suggested, his thick cock standing straight up, and the length of it wet with saliva and sticky anticipation.

"Uh, okay," I said, unsure what he had in mind and wondering if I was going to regret this bet after all.

He reached down and pulled me up by my underarms, bringing me to my feet. I looked at him questioningly, but he ignored me and reached to my pants. Since I had expected to be alone for the night, I was only wearing sweats and no underwear, especially given what I had planned. Grabbing a handful of the fabric, my roommate yanked them down, stripping them from my legs until they pooled at the bottom of my feet.

My own cock bounced free and hit him in the back of his blond head as he bent to lower my pants. Andre knelt down in front of me, grabbing onto my cock right at the base, the edge of his palm pressing against my balls and he opened his mouth, pulling me into him without a word. He was forceful about it, almost yanking me off balance, but something about it was extremely arousing as well. I had started to get hard as I was blowing him, but I hardened the rest of the way before my head even touched the tip of his tongue.

I could see Andre’s own cock raging underneath him, as if it was angry from having been pulled from the jaws of pleasure. Frankly I was surprised that he stopped me before he was done to start returning the favor. Actually, I was surprised he was returning the favor at all given that he had been the one to win the bet. But I was in no position to argue, and my cock would have likely pulled a gun on the rest of my body if I tried to anyway.

With the ferocity and urgency with which Andre was sucking my dick, I was starting to wonder if his goal was to make me come as fast as he could. His hand was a blur as it rubbed along my length, synchronized with the movement of his mouth up and down my shaft. His other hand came up and grabbed my balls, pulling on them gently. I rolled my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure but at the same time trying to hold back my orgasm a little bit longer in order to make it feel even better.

As he sucked, Andre’s hand stopped cupping my balls and slid lower, pressing warmly against my upper thigh and then sliding back. It was actually a relaxing feeling, and I again wondered if the intention was to make me come quickly. Still, if he was anxious for me to come so that I would get back to blowing him, then why did he stop me in the first place? I had been planning to finish the job, just like last time.

Suddenly his fingers made a surprising move upward, slipping between my ass cheeks and pressing firmly against my butthole. I gasped in shock. That was completely unexpected.

"Holy shit Andre, what are you doing," I panted, his mouth having not stopped its frantic assault on my cock. Before he answered his finger pressed against my tight asshole and I felt the tip of it slip in, drawing another gasp from my lungs.

“Just go with it, I won the bet,” he growled, only pulling his mouth off of me long enough to say that. As his lips slipped around my cock again, his finger pressed deeper, at least up to the first knuckle. I grabbed onto his hair for support as I arched my toes, lifting myself from the ground in an involuntary response, high enough to free myself from his finger.

His hand grabbed onto one of my ass cheeks, pulling me back down and then he brought his finger up, smearing it with the copious amounts of saliva that was dripping from my cock. He then swung it back down between my legs and up, pressing into me harder this time, but sliding in easier because of the added lubrication. I groaned, surprising myself when I realized it was out of pleasure instead of discomfort. It actually felt really good.

"Fuck Andre, right there! Wow!"

He didn’t stop. First the one finger pushed deeper, then I felt another ease inside of me, stretching my tightness and causing a heady combination of pleasure and pain to spike through me. The fingers sawed in and out of my ass, curling up enough that a shudder of pleasure made me scream almost like a girl when he found my prostate.

I couldn’t hold back any more, nor did I want to. A loud and guttural groan escaped my lips as my cock flooded Andre’s mouth with a massive load of hot cream. I heard him choking on it a bit, but he did his best to swallow it all down while his fingers continued to stimulate my ass. I wiggled my hips around them, making sure that they continued to tickle my prostate as another jet of come burst into his mouth.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy-fucking-shit," I panted as his fingers continued to work inside of me even as my spent cock slid from his mouth. Finally, he pulled his hand away and I collapsed back down onto the couch.

“Get up,” he said almost immediately. “We’re not done.”

Well, he wasn’t anyway. But as spent as I was, I knew I had to finish him off. Fair was fair, and he was the one that won the bet anyway. “Right,” I said, sliding off the couch and down onto my knees.

“No, stand up,” he said, putting an arm under me again and jerking me up. I looked at him confused but then he pushed my shoulder, spinning me around. "I want to see what it feels like to fuck your ass."

“What?” I exclaimed, my heart immediately pounding in my chest at the thought of what he had just suggested.

“You heard me. I won the bet. Bend over.”

“Dude, this isn’t a brojob. There’s a line…”

“It’s just an experiment. I want to see if it’s different to fuck a guy than a girl. I’ve fucked Veronica in the ass, so I know what that feels like. I want to see if it feels different to fuck a guy now.” I felt his hand on my shoulder blade, pushing me forward and I bent slightly, putting my hands on the arm of the couch and turning my head back to look at him.

“Wait a second,” I said, “I don’t know about this. I didn’t agree-“

“You agreed to the bet. Are you welching?” I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass now. He was guiding it with his hand in between my cheeks. “Anyway, you seemed to like the way my fingers felt a few minutes ago.”

That was true. That had felt surprisingly good. Way better than I ever would have imagined. Still, though, this seemed extreme, even if he was calling it an experiment. There was a line…

With no more hesitation, my as cheeks parted as my best friend pushed his cock between them, the tip of it hitting my tightly puckered ring and stopping. There was no way he was getting that in there. At least not like that.

“At least use lube,” I said, surprising myself. That statement made it seem like I was agreeing.
Was I?

I watched as Andre spit into his hand and then rubbed it on his cock before pressing it back between my cheeks. This time when it touched my ring and he pushed, I felt myself spreading around him and I let out another groan. "I think it’s still going to hurt," I said.

"You’re probably right," he agreed. Without another word, he pushed forward, slamming his cock deeply into my ass. I screamed for the second time that night, although this time it was lower than before, less like a girl and more like a man. A man getting fucked in the ass for the first time, anyway.

“Fuck this feels good. So fucking tight,” Andre groaned from behind me as he paused, giving me a moment to get used to his girth. It was burning now, but I could feel my ass expanding around him. When he finally began to push forward again, it was almost welcome as the pain was already beginning to subside. “Wow. I'm so glad my dad showed me how to cheat at poker when I was a kid."

Cheat?
That explained it! I knew he couldn't have gotten that lucky! The prick had fixed the deck. It was my own fault, as I thought back to the game. I had completely trusted him and didn't think twice about the fact that he had shuffled and dealt for all three hands, never once asking me to cut the deck or letting me touch the cards. He'd tricked me!

"You little bitch," I said, although I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Actually, in this instance I think you’re the bitch,” he said, sliding another inch into my rectum. "Anyway, I'd wager honestly right now that you aren't overly upset about the outcome."

His cock was nestled deep inside of me, exploring untouched depths with his pubic hair close enough to tickle my ass. He was as deep as he was going to go, and my own cock was like a steel bar despite the fact that I had come only minutes ago. He was right. I really did want this. And I was going to take it. As much of it as I could, and as hard as I could.

I reached behind me in answer, pulling my ass apart as an offer for him to continue, and he took the invitation immediately. With a roar, he pulled his cock out almost to the tip and then speared it back through me. For a moment I felt like he was tearing my ass apart, but then the pain dropped down an octave as pleasure started to dominate.

My breathing was rapid, and if I could see them I’m sure his hips were a blur. As it was, I had to lean my head forward and put my weight on my arms in front of me as he continued pound into my ass as deeply as he could, his hips bumping against my cheeks with each push forward.

Sweat was starting to form on my back as I tensed with exertion, and my hand moved down below my body to grab my cock. I ran my fingers back and forth along it quickly, trying to match or even exceed the pace that Andre was setting behind me in an effort to catch up. Second orgasm or not, I could tell it was not far from exploding out of me as the head of his dick pounded against my sensitive prostate with each thrust. As tight as my ass was, I was surprised that Andre was able to get as much speed going as he was, but I was definitely going faster.

Just as I felt my cock begin to throb, I squeezed my ass, flexing my muscles in an attempt to tighten the grip I had on my roommate. It seemed to work, the added stimulation pushing him over the edge. With a mighty roar, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close as he sunk his hips in for one last powerful and climactic thrust. Cum exploded out of my cock as if it had been pent up there for years, and it felt like his did the same inside of me at the exact same time. Jet after jet of cum shot from his balls, filling me with a hotness that felt strange and exciting all at once. My own over-stimulated shaft sprayed its load as well, but only the couch was there to catch it. Andre held tight as his cock continued to twitch into my bowels, but he said nothing, just held me close while he continued to unload.

When he was done, he slipped out and I collapsed down onto the couch, trying my best to avoid the wet spot that I had created, but I knew another was forming behind me as Andre’s load began to leak out of my well stretched behind. I still couldn’t believe he had tricked me into agreeing to get fucked by cheating at our game. I was definitely going to have to think of a way to get back at him.

Andre pulled off his sweaty shirt and used it to wipe his cock, stepping out of his pants and picking those up as well. He looked at me for a moment, and I wasn’t sure what the expression was on his face. Guilt? Regret? I had no idea, but he just said good night as he had done the last time and walked to his room. I watched as his own tight ass turned the corner and disappeared.

Already a plan was forming in my head about how I was going to get my revenge for being tricked. Besides, he wasn’t the only one that wanted to experiment…