The Final Night

"So...." Bob gets your attention as he leaves the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. It's the same towel you've been using as a cum rag this whole month.

He doesn't seem sure about what's going to happen next, but you had plenty of time to decide while you were waiting.

"Let's go upstairs," You get up, pointing at his bedroom.

"What? In there? But we just cleaned...."

"Right, I hadn't thought of that. Let's do it in the attic."

"You know, I wish you woudn't be such a sarcastic bitch all the time."

"Yeah? You know I wish you would think before you speak all the time."

With a huff of mock annoyance, he leads you into his spotless room, where you can admire yourselves from his shining mirror. Too fatigued to really get into it, you strip naked without much hullabaloo. You've had plenty of time to cool your libido, what with all the exercise and the sun bath and the shower, but the sight of naked Bob has your heart racing again.

Too tired to kneel, he sits down on the bed and begins to lube you up with his mouth. The pleasure can't compare with what you felt the other day, but you know that it is necessary for tonight. You're hard in no time, and you begin to piston your hips, fucking your friend's throat. He gives off a soft moan whenever you hit a particularly pleasurable spot, and the vibrations have you pumping so much blood to your dick that you've forgotten all about how tired you are. You pull yourself out of his mouth from time to time to check on his progress, and when you see enough spit to drown that pesky spider running down your cock, you push him onto his back. His erect dick is swinging from the movement, but you swat away his relieving hand. You climb onto him missionary style, and stop once you've line up your tool.

"Tell me how much you want me," You command.

"I don't want you - I need you! Please, I'm so fucking horny! Fuck me like last time!" His eyes, not just his voice, burn with lust as he pleads for your attention. My cock is like magic. Of course he wants more.

You push in much faster this time, but make sure to still give him some time to adjust. It's fucking wonderful! Everything is so much more clear - you can feel every muscle, every contour of his ass as it adapts to the intruder. You had no idea condoms take so much pleasure away, and make a promise to yourself to never use one again. A few seconds later, you're all the way in, but it hasn't been easy. Poor Bob is so tight you feel like a screwdriver drilling him open. He's so tense that all his muscles are flexing, trying their best to keep you out. Ironically, they only make you more determined to get in.

"So, feeling better the second time?"

"Mhm," he reaches for his aching cock again, and again you deny him. "Please? Please may I touch my cock?"

"No. You need to get your priorities straight. I cum first."

"But I'm just so horny!" He whimpers, and you only wish there was something of his you could slap. Why'd I choose missionary?

Instead, you begin pumping his tight ass. There's less resistance this time around, which you can't help but feel suits you both just fine. Faster and faster you go, lost in your primal rut as you bang the hole before you. Bob, for his part, seems to be lost in a primal heat, his moans coming faster and louder with each thrust. Pre starts leaking from his eight inch cock, more and more with every hump you give his prostate. The thought of all the pleasure he must feel from your manhood gets you up to an orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, Bob! I'm gonna cum in your slutty ass!"

"Oh fuck! Cum in my ass, bro! Your cum is the best!"

You groan as you shoot your entire load up his ass, blessing him with your seed of life. With heavy breathing, you turn your attention to him and swat away his naughty hand for the third time. You weakly slap his thighs in frustration of not being able to reach his back.

"Didn't I say no touching?"

"But you came already!" His voice is so high pitched with lust, his body thrashing on its own trying to get some pleasure from any source possible.

"But I said no touching." Part of you wants to leave him denied as punishment, but since this is the last night you two will share, you figure that it's finally time for him to orgasm from sex. Knowing he's close, you grab his throbbing boner and start jerking as your own softens in his bottom. His humps only serve to make things worse due to the deliberate pace you've chosen, so he's **** to try and stay still for maximum pleasure. Soon, you can feel him starting to pulse as his orgasm arrives, but at the very moment it should, you let go.

"No!" Bob whimpers, but this time he knows better than to lift a hand.

"Yes, yes," You soothe him mockingly, running a hand along his cheek. It turns you on so much to see him suffer like this. Every muscle in his body is moving, trying anything that might bring release, but the only parts that can - the hands - lie still.

"I'll do anything! Please!?" He acts like he doesn't want it, but you know deep down that he does. Every touch of yours sends him wild, and he's in just as much pleasure as pain. You pinch a nipple and laugh as his body thrashes in reaction - but its not enough.

A minute later you resume stroking, drawing a groan of approval from your sub. And again you stop when he's on the edge. Tears flow from his eyes, but when you look into them all you see is lust.

You don't know whether it's because you've grown bored of this playful **** or because you've decided to take pity on him, but the third time you decide to jerk him as fast as you can. You keep jerking a second later, when he's cumming his brains out - everything that he had saved up yesterday has now been **** out by your ****, completely coating his drained body in sticky goo.

Finally, you pull out of Bob's anus, enjoying how the creampie slowly trickles out onto his hairy crack to complement the scene. You save a mental snapshot for yourself and lie down on your stomach next to him, immediately falling asleep.