I'd just been butt-fucked. There were no two-ways around it. I'd just had the real down-and-dirty sort done to me. Mike's hard dick was still buried deep in my ass – his chest against my back, his pubes tight against my butt cheeks, and his lips at my ear. My pole was half hard and its head was trying to reach my belly button again through a puddle of my own spunk on the floor under me. Yeah, I was butt-fucked all right. Like one of those dick-crazy homos Pop was always going on about.

"Ya gonna let me up?" I asked, breaking carefully into the silence between us, because I didn't know what this was going to do to our friendship.

"I like the way your ass feels on my meat, Gary."

"Mike, that's my butt you're talking about," I mumbled, feeling really unsure of myself.

He chuckled. "And my dick filling it up."

"So, take it out and let me get up."

"What's your hurry? They know each other now." He was right – his dick and my butt did know each other – intimately. Because, somehow, I'd screwed up royally and let myself get butt-fucked by him. I resigned myself to having him lie on top of me with his pole buried in me while I tried to remember how I got into this fuckin’ mess.

Mike and I were roommates at a small college in central Georgia this past year and we'd already taken an apartment together for next year.

We became best buddies from the get-go. We got along like brothers – better, because we managed to avoid the petty squabbling bull shit. He came from the coast and I was from a hole in the wall in the south-central part of the state, but it was like we'd known each other all of our lives.

I had gone back home with him for a week of soaking up sun and sand, and hanging out. College didn't start for another month. I had just turned nineteen and was still a virgin, hoping to change that status during my week at Mike's with one of the local honeys – away from my parents' ever watchful eyes.

After Mike showed me the town and we cruised the beach until dark, we picked up some fast food and headed back to his house. His mother was in Washington DC for the week, getting certified in something for the Navy base where she worked. And his Dad was out of the picture completely.

We had the house to ourselves. It sounded like I had a lot more possibilities than I'd ever had at my house, with Mom's nose always stuck in my business and Pop preaching hell fire twice on Sundays and once on Wednesdays at the church.

"Want a beer?"

I shrugged. I didn't particularly like the taste, but I decided to go with the flow.

He grinned. "We've got dibs on the liquor whenever you want something harder." I smiled at that. I'd come to like a drink or two the past year, and he knew it.

We headed for his room after pigging out and downing one beer apiece. He carried a bottle of rum and glasses; I brought a two liter bottle of Coke and a bag of chips.

Setting the things down on his dresser, he pulled off his shirt and began toeing off his loafers. "We're in for the rest of the night?" I asked, setting my things down and turning to watch him undress. He had the pecs and abs I wished I had. I was just skinny.

"Yeah." He grinned. "Never drink and drive – besides, I thought you might like to check out my stuff."

"Huh?" I glanced quickly at his crotch. He couldn't mean… Naw.

He reached under his mattress and pulled out a couple of magazines with scantly clad women on the covers. He handed them to me and wiggled his jeans over his ass to disrobe. I allowed myself a smile as I watched him bend over to push them off his ass and legs. Mike had a nice, round butt. It had real character.

Standing up, he went to the dresser in his briefs and poured drinks for us. Turning back toward me, his hand shoved an old Oktoberfest mug off the dresser and onto the floor. It didn't break and he grinned raunchily as he handed me mine. "Down the hatch, Gary."

I took it and turned to the centerfold where a girl was spreading her legs and showing her wet gash off. I blinked. Her sex didn't look a thing like I'd somehow expected it to look. I'd expected some character like I figured Mike had in his shorts. Like I had. Not like ours exactly — but something.

"Come on, Gary. Get stripped for action because I'm going to take you all the way to the mat just to show you who's boss around here."

"Yeah?" I growled in challenge. He might be bigger than me and have better definition, but he'd never been able to get me to my knees in all our months of wrestling in the dorm – much less all the way down.

I took a swallow of my drink as I toed my dock-siders off and felt the stuff burn all the way down to my stomach: "You trying to get me drunk?" I gasped.

He laughed. "I don't need you drunk to take you. Drink up and enjoy the glow you get." I took another swallow and pulled off my shirt.

"How'd you like to lick that?" he asked holding up the magazine's centerfold as I pulled my zipper down.

"Shit." I pushed my jeans to my knees and pulled them off my legs.

"Maybe you'd like to lick something else, instead?" He cupped his groin and grinned at me.

I stared at him in surprise but didn't say anything. We'd never carried on like this back in the dorm. I decided it was the magazines and put it out of my head. He flipped to another page and pointed to a girl bending over showing lots of butt. "How about porking those chops?" He groped himself through his underwear and I saw he was growing an erection.

I gulped the rest of the glass of liquor and wondered what kind of week I'd got myself into. This was definitely a new side of my college buddy I was seeing and I was uncomfortable with it. It put me far too close to all that curiosity I'd been hiding from since I learned what the thing between my legs could do for me. A curiosity I knew got me close to being queer. I checked his dick out quickly. It had already snaked across his groin and looked awfully thick beneath his underwear. I was having a hard time keeping mine down.

He dropped the magazine on his bed and, grinning, grabbed my arm. "Now, I'm going to show you just what you've been missing." His leg shot between mine and I just barely stepped away before he almost tripped me.

We wrestled, gripping each other's arms, trying to take each other down. It took a while, but I was beginning to figure Mike would win our match eventually. I resolutely told myself I wouldn't go down without making him work for it and I struggled to stay with him. Neither of us called a truce as we both sweated buckets in the hot, damp air of his room.

My hand slipped on his biceps as he flexed it; he was suddenly pulling me toward him and stepping aside so he'd be behind me when I got there. One arm went around my chest as he sent a leg between mine to trip me. His other arm circled my waist. He followed me down. My hands shot out to break the fall.

Mike lay on top of me, his chest pinning me, and I realized he had a full hard-on in his underwear. It was wedged between my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. I felt blood rush to my face as I accepted just how compromised I was.

I forced that knowledge away and waited for him to get tired of holding me down. I told myself he wouldn't think about things like his meat in my crack – because buddies didn't think about butt-fucking their buddies.

I was just starting to imagine lying out on the beach in the morning when I felt his hips move against my ass. The movement quickly became a steady one. His dick shaft trawled my ass crack through our underwear.

"Mike, you'd better get some glasses tomorrow, old buddy," I mumbled even as my face burned hot all over again. My dick started to swell. "You've got me mixed up with a girl." It was a lame joke, but I hoped it was enough.

"This feels good, Gary." His voice was huskier than I'd ever heard it.

I raised my head and tried to look over my shoulder at what he was doing. His nose rammed my cheek and I couldn't see anything except his eyes squeezed shut.

"Let me up."

He continued to hump my crack.

My dick found the waistband of my briefs and the head of it pushed free. I was surprised at what he was doing. And at my reaction to it. "Mike, get off me," I demanded.

I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His chest pressed against my back. As he pulled his arm from under me, his hand moved slowly across my stiff dick, helping my shaft past the waistband of my underwear. My face burnt with embarrassment that my buddy knew I had a hard-on while he was pushing his dick around in the crack of my ass even though we both still had on our briefs. A moment later I felt the back of his hand on my butt, and his pole lifted part of the way out of my crack.

I learned just how wide his dickhead was as it tried to dig me a new hole right under my tail bone. I was scared at how things were going here. This was too damned close to what I'd been fantasizing about all these years.

But this was reality. "What're ya doin’, man?" I demanded. He'd got me down, but that didn't mean he could play with my ass. It sure didn't mean I should like it. And I sure as hell didn't want him knowing I was liking what he was doing to me.

His thick pole came back down hard between my crack and his hips wiggled on my butt a little. The back of his hand moved halfway down our knees and I felt his briefs bunch there across the back of my thighs. His hand came back up my leg quickly, grabbed the elastic of my briefs, and pulled them down over my butt cheeks.

I was suddenly even more exposed, and I got harder. "Jesus, Mike!" I growled. "Let me get up."

He didn't say anything. His dick moved hot and throbbing through the valley of my now exposed ass, oozing his precum on my bare butt crack. I felt his elbow brush my flank and his hand went between his groin and my cheek. It felt like he was stroking his meat. His movements were making about as much sense as me having a hard dick while a guy dry humped my naked ass.

I was in shock. My best buddy was trawling my ass crack. Naked dick on bare ass. I was just as shocked that my meat had decided it liked being caught between the throw rug and my hard abs while he ground his dick into me. I couldn't believe it felt good. The whole thing was too gay.

I tried to decide if I should put up a fight or just lie there and let him get off on my backside so I could get up and decide what I was going to do about this shit. I sure didn't want to remind him I was hard too – he might get worse ideas than he already had. My pole decided it for me; it blew a load there on the rug under me and stayed hard. I'd told myself we'd both blame booze for this and pretend it never happened, but my dick had just shot a load of cum under me.

He raised his hips and it was his dick head trawling my crack again; only it reversed direction and was now heading toward my balls instead of drilling a new hole under my tail bone. His finger touched my pucker and I jerked. It started working into my hole while the rest of the fingers of that hand guided his dickhead to my asshole where his finger was now buried. I finally understood that Mike wasn't planning on just dry humping my butt. He was going to fuck my ass.

Hard-on or not, I'd better do something or I was a fucked duck. "Bastard," I growled and pulled my knees up under me. "We're going to stop this shit right now." My wildest fantasies were close to becoming real – but Mike would have me pegged as a queer and a faggot. I had to stop that from happening.

My hands were on the floor in preparation of pushing me up, my ass hiked in the air, my knees pulling up under me, and my head and shoulders were rising. My pole dug into my belly button. One of his hands moved to circle my meat. His other hand left my hole and grabbed my hip.

All I had to do was roll from under him and I was free but his fist working my finest feature caught me and I froze for a moment, trying to understand why he'd started jacking my cock. Boys didn't do that shit to other boys unless they were gay.

His dick rammed into my ass, pushing deep into me before I even thought about closing things down at my rear entrance.

"MIKE!" I cried and collapsed with him following me down to the floor. My tight abs hit the throw rug and he pushed the rest of his dick up into my virgin asshole, his knees pressing my thighs apart now. Pain flooded through me. "MIKE, IT HURTS, STOP," I groaned.

"I'll hold still ‘til you get used to me being there," he mumbled against my ear and let my shriveling meat go.

"Get your dick out of my ass."

"Sshh. Just relax, Gary."

"I don't want to get fucked!"

He started to move inside my ass and all I could do was ineffectively pound my fists on his back and sides.

My pole decided to come back to life – like I was some queer who got off on getting fucked up the ass. His dick thatch scratched the insides of my ass cheeks. His pole was still lodged inside me. He ground his hips slowly against my ass. His meat was full-sized hard all over again. And mine was too. He wasn't going to let me up. He was going to butt-fuck me until he cum in me.

"Mike!" I moaned, tears welling in my eyes. I had a hard dick up my ass, a hard-on myself, and I was about to have my ass pummeled. It was enough to bring tears to any man's eyes.

"Your ass feels good."

"Cut it out, Mike."

He pulled several inches of his pole out of my ass and pushed it back in experimentally. It went in easily and I was surprised the movement of it through my chute felt good. "Grind your butt around on me while I'm feeding you my meat."

"I don't want to get butt-fucked. Take your dick out of my butt." I groaned helplessly, liking how the throw rug under me made my seven inches feel when he pushed into me. I began to accept that I liked how his dick felt up my ass, but I worried just how queer this was making me look.

He ignored me, and his pole proceeded to establish a slow, steady rhythm fucking my chute. "Come on, Gary, grind that ass for us," he mumbled in my ear.

His balls slapped the back of my thighs each time his thick slab of meat pushed into my ass. His chest still pressed against my back and his arms held me close. His lips were on the nape of my neck.

I guessed there wasn't a whole hell of a lot I could do to give myself my cherry back. And there wasn't going to be any way I'd ever convince Mike I wasn't queer after this little fiasco. It probably didn't matter how queer having my ass fucked made me, because I actually liked it. I wiggled my butt against his pubes tentatively.

The additional movement added immeasurably to what his dick was doing for my insides and by brain. It felt as good as my hard pole dribbling cum on the rug under me.

My meat was alive. Mike moved in me slowly as I ground my ass under him, and my seven inches were getting as good a jerk-off as it'd ever got from my fist. Better – because of all the good feelings coming from my asshole just added to it all.

"It feels good," he mumbled against my neck.

I gave up trying to understand how I'd got into this jam and how I was going to deal with it when I didn't have his hard meat in my chute. I went with the flow and fucked back.

"Grind your ass against me harder," he commanded and nibbled at my ear.

I ground harder and felt my balls churn. I was close. I wanted to cum. Even if I did have his dick fucking me while I was shooting my load of cum.

His movement inside me stayed slow and steady. But it massaged something inside me and that was sending new sensations through my entire body. My chute knew how to handle his hard meat in it now. My ass and dick had somehow become connected after he had shoved his fuck pole into me the first time. They were also connected to my balls. I groaned and shot another load of cum onto the rug under me.

Mike continued to plow my ass and I stayed hard under him. I ground my butt against him and laid my cheek on my hand. I was into the good times rolling out of my ass and my dick.

Instinctively, my butt rose to meet his cock and ground itself on that slab of meat each time it pushed into me. My pecker rubbed the rug and my hard abs. My balls started to strangle my seven inches again. I moaned and wiggled my ass with abandon.

"You like my dick in your butt, don't you, Gary?" he breathed in my ear. His hand went to my hard meat. "You want me fucking your ass, don't you?"

"I… yeah." I might as well have owned up to it because Mike sure knew I liked him fucking my ass. Surely he could feel my asshole spasm as I had shot my second load. His fingers had found my hard cock and were now making a fist around it. They felt softer and warmer than the rug.

"You want me to cum in your ass, don't you?"

I nodded and ground my butt against him. "Let's get you up on your knees." His hand pulled my hips off the rug and I pulled my knees up under me with his direction. His meat stayed buried deep in my canal. I sighed. Fantasy had finally become reality for me; and it was as good as I'd ever dreamed it would be. It was actually even better because of what he was rubbing against inside of me never played into my fantasy. Him fucking my prostate was fucking wild!

"You're going to cum with me fucking you, aren't you, Gary?"

I was close again and the pending orgasm just added to the sensations flooding over me. "Yeah."

One hand held my hip loosely, the other returned to pump my hard cock in time with his movements in and out of my behind. I moaned and wiggled my ass on his porker, no longer caring what liking this so much made me.

An eternity later, Mike's tempo changed. He humped me with fast, short strokes for a minute before his hips lunged forward, pushing everything he had into my asshole. His meat widened deep in my ass. I could feel him swelling even larger in me. My ass cheeks were spread wide open as his pubes pressed hard against them, his thatch scratching my ass-lips. He held himself there, and I felt warmth blink into existence somewhere near my heart. Another rope of his spunk blazed inside, another arc across my gut.

Then I blew another load as he filled my hole with more of his jizz.

He pulled his dick out of me and pushed himself to his feet. "Want a drink?"

I lay on my stomach and gazed at him over my shoulder, wiped out from our sex – my ass feeling empty but good – kind of numb too. My eyes went to his dick. I'd never seen it out of his briefs before, though I'd for sure been feeling it up my ass.

It'd felt like it was a mile long and a mile wide, filling me all the way up. Looking at it now, still more hard than not, I was willing to bet I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. The thing definitely had character. The kind that demanded immediate and continuous attention. It had felt good in my ass when he plowed me with it and I was sure I'd never get enough of it.

I pulled myself back to reality with difficulty. Now Mike knew I was queer. I was going to have to find a new roommate. It'd be all over school. The folks would find out. I was going to be one fucked duck unless I could find a way to undo what had happened.

"How could you?" I mumbled, trying to sound as uptight as I figured I was supposed to. Only, I was a lot more confused than I was uptight. His dick had felt so good in my butt and I had got off with it there – four times I got off with it in my ass. It had taken possession of my ass and I accepted that it had dibs on it. I figured all he had to do was get hard and I'd be dropping my shorts and bending over. That confused the hell out of me.

He poured us drinks and squatted at my hip to hand me mine. I guessed it didn't matter he was going to see my dick – he'd already fucked my ass and jacked me off while he was doing it. I turned over, sat up to take the glass, and gazed admiringly at his softening cock.

I admitted to myself that his dick had newly taken on a lot of meaning in my life the last half hour. It had my undivided attention; I just couldn't think of anything to go with it – except my ass. I wanted it there again. "How big is that thing?"

He grinned. "Eight inches, hard."

I believed it.

"I'm glad you liked it, Gary. I figured you would the way you were always checking me out in the dorm this past year. But nothing I tried got you going."

I raised my eyes to his. "You raped me," I mumbled, still looking for a way to explain away what had happened – and suspicious at how much I now wanted to reach out and hold his soft meat, at how much I wanted it hard and back inside my ass, at how right he was about me.

He chuckled. "Not really. I just gave you what you wanted – what we both wanted. You sure got off on it."

I stared at him. "You're saying I'm queer," I groaned and shuddered because even more of me wanted his meat in me again. Even if that did make me queer.

He shook his head. "I'm just stating the obvious. Your ass likes dick." He smiled. "I hope it continues to be mine you want in there."

I stared at him and prayed he meant what it sounded like he was saying. If he wanted my ass even half as much as I wanted his cock, I was safe. No one was going to know. I shivered and reached out to touch his meat. He smiled and spread his legs wider. My fingers went around it and it started to grow. I couldn't take my eyes off its wide head getting wider.

"You ever have a blow job?"

I stared back at him an shock. My pole decided it liked what he seemed to be suggesting and got as hard as his was. He reached out and pulled my bunched underwear down my legs. He grinned as he pulled them over my feet. I was as naked as he was and wasn't scared anymore. I smiled back at him.

"Drink up, Gary. Now we know you like the basics, we've got all week for us to decide what else we like and don't like. College is going to be a lot more intense for us the next three years."

I tried to sort out what Mike was saying and got nowhere. "Are you saying you suck dick?" I asked cautiously, immediately accepting that a blow job from him would definitely keep Mike quiet about how queer I was.

"Now and then, if the guy's got a nice hot cock and I like him okay. It keeps things even while I fuck him."

"Do you get fucked?" I asked even more cautiously.

"No." He glanced down at my hard slab of meat. "Well … maybe I'd better say I haven't yet."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I like you a lot, Gary. You aren't just another beach bum with an itch up his ass letting me give it a quick scratch. It means if we continue with me fucking you this next year, sooner or later I'll probably decide to try out what you already like."

He pushed himself to his feet and downed his drink. Setting the glass on the dresser, he reached down to me. "Now, I want a taste of you."

He grasped my wrist and pulled me to my feet, my seven inches jutting out between us. "That looks good, Gary," he mumbled and knelt before me. I watched him take my hard dick in his hand and pull it to his face. "Tomorrow we find out how big you are."

I didn't tell him I'd already measured it.

His other hand went to my nearest ass cheek and pulled me closer, pulling me into his mouth…all seven inches of me.

It felt good – my favorite part of myself in his mouth. His tongue, a chute guiding my dick in. His throat muscles clamping down on it. His hand on my ass where it belonged.

I took a slug of my drink and relaxed in the feelings coming out of my dick. I finished off the glass and decided I could get into what Gary was doing with and to my meat. My balls were already tightening and he was kneading my cheeks with his free hand. Yeah, I could go with the flow.

I grinned as I realized I wasn't a virgin any more. My ass knew how to handle his hard cock. I grunted as my nuts churned. I was about to shoot a load down Mike's throat. And my dick was about to be tamed by a hot mouth. Maybe it was queer but it felt right.

Yeah, he could suck me off because it meant I was going to have his dick in my ass again – where it belonged. We were going to have us a hot night tonight – and a hot week… one the beach honeys couldn't come close to imagining.

I suspected I was going to know his dick as well as I did my own by the end of the week. I figured I could get into that – just as long as we kept it here and at college. It sure wasn't going to happen at my house, though. Mom would probably be listening at the door while he fucked me or sucked my cock.

He gave my nuts a lick, and I shot my load over his head. I gasped. I thought I was going to sink into the floor I was so weak. I shuddered and pulled my suddenly super-sensitive shaft and nuts away from his tongue.

He took a deep breath. and grinned as he stood up and took a step toward the bed. His dick was hard and grabbed all of my attention. "Come on, Gary. I'm ready for some more of your ass."

I immediately pulled myself out of the euphoria of my orgasm and, grinning back at him, started for the bed. I wanted him too – all eight inches of him.

"Lie on your back and put your feet on my shoulders," he told me as we faced each other in the center of his bed. "You'll like it this way." He grinned as I lay back and looked at him expectantly. "You get to watch me fucking you and work your meat at the same time."

I raised my legs and he crawled between them, taking my ankles and lifting them onto his shoulders. I stared at the thick red head of his meat pointing angrily at me from between my balls and dwarfing my own hard-on. "How thick is that thing?"

He grinned as he leaned into me, and I felt that head find my hole. "We'll measure that in the morning too. Jerk off while I fuck you."

His dick slipped through my stretched ass muscle easily and he drove it home. I grinned up at him and grabbed my hard meat as he again crushed his thatch against the inside of my crack.

"That feels good, Mike," I mumbled and watched as he pulled his cock almost out of my ass before plunging it right back into my tight hole.