Hard, Horny Boys

“Fuck, why is this so good,” he finally said something once we broke apart for a moment.

“I don’t know. You’re fucking good at it though,” I told him and leaned up and kissed him again, I didn’t want to stop.

I could feel my boner pressing on his ass as he sat on my lap, I’m sure he could feel it too. I grabbed on to him and he didn’t seem to care as I slowly humped up against him.

“You hard too?” I asked him, looking down between his legs.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “What are we doing?” He asked.

“Just fucking around, I guess,” I told him and gave him a peck. “I’m so fucking horny now.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“I could probably cum in my shorts if we keep making out and you let me hump into your ass,” I was more asking him to let me then telling him I could.

“Jesus,” my friend chuckled and then pushed his weight down on my lap.

I moved my hand and grabbed the front of his shorts and gave his dick a squeeze. I hadn’t touched a dick since my exploring years back in middle school but I’d do anything to get off, even if that meant helping him out as long as I could rub my dick on his ass.

“Well that will make me cum,” my buddy said.

“Perfect,” I told him and thrust upward and kissed him again.

I gripped his dick and our tongues went in and out of each other’s mouths. His ass was working up and down the length of my cock and god it felt good. Why did my buddy’s mouth taste so good and why was kissing him making me do things I didn’t think I wanted to do.

I jacked him off the best I could through his shorts. Making sure he stayed as horny as I was so I could get off, I really needed it. He got really tender with his kissing, thoughtful and almost caring. It was driving me wild, I was on the edge as he broke his lips from mine and looked down at me for a second. His hot breath on my face, I took a deep breath, breathing him in. We looked intently into each other’s eyes. My hand was still moving up and down his cock. He was still rubbing his ass on my dick.

“You’re gonna make me nut,” he almost whispered.

“Me too,” I told him as I watched his face.

I saw his expression change, our eyes were locked. My best friend was cumming and my hand felt his dick expand in his shorts. I was doing it for him, I was making him cum. It was a fucking trip and I thrust up against him a few times and felt my own load building to the end.

I wanted to kiss him again, taste his lips and tongue as I blew. I leaned up and pushed my mouth on his and I let it go. The passion was crazy between us and I felt it from my head to my toes. I felt the warm cum jet out of me, making a mess in my shorts as I gave him deep kisses that I had only showed past girlfriends. He moaned in my mouth. I could still feel his cock jumping in my hand, still unloading in his underwear just like I was doing in mine.

I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want to face what we had just done without the horniness to cloud our brains. We kissed some more, slowly coming out of our fog. Enjoying the afterglows of our orgasms.

“That was intense,” he said as I moved my hand.

“To say the least,” I laughed nervously.

He looked down at me, like he could tell exactly what I was thinking. I blushed, I felt like he saw a part of me I didn’t know I had in me or that he’d judge me for doing it, even though he did it too. But instead of making it strange or saying something childish he leaned down and gave me one last kiss.

“You’re an amazing friend,” he told me.

My heart warmed, his words gave me comfort and I felt the same way about him.