Taylor woke to the morning sun falling through the window on his face. Josh's body nestled against his, his morning wood tucked neatly between his roommate's thighs. He dragged one foot up the runner's bare leg, stroking him. Josh giggled.
"Good morning, yourself," he mumbled, and rolled over to kiss his bedmate. Their swords crossed, making both of them shudder.
After dinner the previous night, they had gotten their cocks out of their shorts all over campus, in more and more daring places, even sixty-nining in a couple spots without getting caught. They had ended up frantically stroking each other to orgasm in the shadows, cumming across each other's legs and sneakers. The rest of the night they'd spent in bed, dawdling at homework for a while before getting as high as they possibly could and putting on some porn. Unable to move, still half-aroused, they fell asleep in each other's arms. And now they were picking up where they had left off.
Their kiss turned into a long, slow sixty-nine. Taylor took advantage of the runner's flexibility to fold up one of his legs, allowing him to suck Josh's toes and cock at the same time, as if the combination was an extra big dick. Again, Josh lost control of himself and came, spurting powerfully in Taylor's mouth. The swimmer made sure to spread Josh's seed up and down his own sole with his tongue after he'd swallowed part of the load. It was thick and tangy.
He lay back, expecting Josh to do something extra hot to his cock as soon as he recovered. Instead, Josh stood up.
"I'm going to make you cum a very special way this morning. Assume the position!"
"Ummm?" Taylor had to think about that one.
"On all fours," Josh elaborated. His playmate grinned and rolled off the bed onto hands and knees. "Now arch your back. Get that muscle ass in the air. Good. Hold it and get comfortable."
From his position, Taylor was perfectly well able to see Josh walk over to his desk and pull out a blue surgical glove. That, and the bottom of almond oil he had used on Taylor's dick at their very first encounter. The blonde's balls suddenly tightened as he realized what was going to happen to him.
Dropping his head, he continued to watch the proceedings, now framed by his thighs. Josh sat down behind him, slipping easily into the lotus position, his cum-streaked sole exposed. He oiled two of his gloved fingers, then reached out and began to stroke Taylor's hole, wetting it with the lubricant.
The swimmer tried to focus on his breathing. No one had ever violated his hole before, not until Josh had done so in the heat of passion the previous day. The salt water had stung and burned where the rawness of the invasion has scraped it. In contrast, the oil was cool and soothing. Each rotating stroke of Josh's fingers loosened the clenched muscles, touching off the nerve endings that surrounded Taylor's hole, making them clamour for more.
When Josh penetrated him, all Taylor felt was a firmness. A narrow hardness pressing inwards towards his core, the center of his athletic power and virility, what yogis call the sacral chakra. There was no roughness or pain, or even any sense of invasion, so slowly did Josh press into him. All he knew was that, at the beginning, there had been a tiny point of pressure at his rear, and now there was a long shaft of pressure inside him.
His dick, parallel to his abs, was leaking a string of precum to the floor. He realized he had truly abandoned all restraint, letting himself get off from the sheer intensity of being used by his friend.
Josh held his finger in place for a few minutes, letting Taylor adjust to its presence. Then he began fucking him slowly, with gentle probes of hardly more than an inch at a time. Taylor sighed. It felt good, like the deepest massage he'd ever had. Apart from the direct stimulation, it also made him feel exposed, far more so than standing on Haulover Beach with an erection had. In this position, being penetrated, he seemed to open himself to sex in a more intimate way than ever before.
"Good bottom boy," Josh said.
"Oh, fuck your bottom boy," Taylor sighed. His dick flexed hard, beating the air, trying to find stimulation. He wondered if a cock would feel this good up his ass.
There was more pressure on his hole. Josh was adding a second finger. With his ring loosened by the pressure, the extra digit slid in easily. Taylor had never known this kind of vulnerability, and his body begged for more of it, because it aroused him beyond what he had ever imagined.
Josh went deeper. He was four inches inside Taylor's ass now, his fingers practically caressing the boy's hole. Steadily, erotically, he stroked and twisted them for maximum effect. Then he began to focus on one particular spot, exploring for something. He touched the walls of the swimmer's guts, and pressed gently.
"Holy fucking fuck!" Taylor gasped.
"Keep your back arched," Josh instructed him, his voice low and urgent. "Breath through it. And don't you dare move your hands."
Taylor had read about the prostate. Now he was experiencing its sexual potential firsthand. Warmth spread out from his core through his body. He felt weak, as if he'd just finished an exhausting workout. His limbs trembled. It took all his focus to stay upright and in position. His cock bobbed like it had a steel rod down the middle.
"As someone more eloquent than I once said," Josh whispered, "this is the reason why men willingly get fucked in the ass. Except that fucking is often a clumsy way of achieving the same effect."
All Taylor could do was sob. His prostate, a throbbing, hot, hard nugget that had not existed for him minute earlier, was his world. He could barely think about his cock, though he knew it was unflinching. The oddness of his initial sensations dissolved into pure pleasure. Josh milked him, squeezing ecstasy from his body-and then seed.
Cum began to leak from Taylor's cock without warning. No jets, no pulses in spite of the contractions rippling through his body. It poured from him in a steady stream, milky and clotted. There was no end to it, it seemed. The swimmer screamed through clenched teeth. The pressure on his button eased, then built again. He didn't know how much time passed, but almost immediately he had the sensation that he was cumming again. Through blurred eyes, he could see that he was. There was no hard-and-fast recovery period for prostate orgasms, unlike genital orgasms.
"Is he going to make me come over and over again like a girl?" Taylor thought, and moaned aloud at the combined arousal and terror of exhaustion that prospect held.
But Josh spared him. Slowing his efforts, he cooled Taylor's core down, and slowly withdrew his fingers. Taylor collapsed into his own cum, unable to move.
There was a slapping sound as Josh pulled his glove off and threw it away. "Come on, let's get you to the shower." He helped Taylor up, grabbed their gear, and led him, still dazed and weak, out into the hall. Again they got lucky. No one was there to see Taylor's exposed, unflinching erection, or his eight-pack abs smeared with cum, or the look in his eyes.
The hot water beating on his body revived him. He raised his arms and let the spray flood his skin. Outside warmth, a complete contrast to the internal heat that had flooded him in response to Josh's manipulations. He examined his roommate's ass, which was turned to him at the moment, with new interest, and with sudden intention.
He'd noticed that there was a bottle of almond oil on the shower rack along with the soap and shampoo. Josh thought of everything. He squirted some onto his cock, getting it ready, and placed his lubed fingers against Josh's hole at the same moment that he grabbed Josh with his free arm. His lips brushed the boy's neck, and the hickey he'd planted on him the previous day, now dark and bruised.
"Taylor, what-" Josh began, straightening up, which only pressed his arse tighter against the swimmer's fingers. Taylor covered his mouth. "Shhh." He oiled the cleft between the runner's muscled cheeks, and when it was slippery, pressed on the boy's muscular ring.
