There are moments of dubious consent or non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.
Note: Chapter 4c takes place immediately after the events of Chapter 4b
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Where we left off...
I was stunned by what I saw, what Jon had been reduced to, and wasn't expecting it when Austin hauled me to my feet. I stumbled as he pushed me toward the bed, hand fisted in my hair, and pushed me down to my knees, my face level with Jon's naked ass.
"Get him prepped," Jason ordered.
I looked up at him, confused, and Austin rolled his eyes and shook his head like I was an idiot. He grabbed my head and pushed it between Jon's butt cheeks.
"Oh fuck," I moaned. I couldn't believe what was happening to me.
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My head was spinning. There was something about seeing Jon naked with his taut ass spread wide in front of me that both excited and unnerved me. This was Jon, my partner and one of my closest friends, who'd without judgment or ridicule stepped in to ride to my rescue, only to fall victim to his own hubris. This was Jon, who's fall had been so fucking spectacular - who'd sucked my dick like a world-class cocksucker and had taken my load down his gullet. Jon, who was now splayed out before me, ripe for the picking...
As my hand ghosted over the contour of his smooth pale cheeks, still pink from the blistering spanking Jason had dished out earlier (I could make out the faint palm prints), a memory flickered into my strung-out mind.
About a month ago Jon and I'd had lunch at the library with Kristen, Liz, and my brother, and as we were leaving, walking across the lawn to the lot where we'd parked, Liz wolf-whistled at Jon and called out, "Nice butt, Eckert!" Without missing a beat, Jon had turned and bowed low in a sweeping, courtly gesture, and ran his hand over his ass in an exaggerated move. He'd then turned to me, flashed that cocky grin of his, and said with a wink, "Go on, Kev... touch it. It's like the curvature of the earth." I'd rolled my eyes and playfully punched his shoulder.
Now, smiling at the memory, I gripped the globes of his ass and, mindful of their tender condition, parted them, gently kneading the firm, muscled flesh as I buried my nose in his damp, aromatic crack. Tangled tufts of sweat-matted hair tickled my nose and the fragrant scent of cum mingled with body odor overwhelmed and assaulted my nostrils as I foraged my way up and down the length of his fur-lined trench.
My dick lurched and I hummed with pleasure as I burrowed in deeper, lapping at his puckered hole with my tongue. He tasted tangy and ripe. Rich and manly. But there was something else. I furrowed my brows and licked again... lubricant. Ugh.
I sat back on my haunches, nearly overbalancing, and realized both Jason and Austin were laughing at me.
"Oh come on, Pussy," Jason chided as he pushed my face back into the dank crevice. "Eat his hole out like the slut you are. Get your fingers in there, too."
I nodded and tentatively ran the tip of my tongue over his hole, delicately probing and tasting him. My body felt electric as I touched this most intimate part of him. I was coming down from whatever Jason had slipped me earlier - my head was less muddled and I was better able to focus my thoughts - but I was feeling a completely different high now. It was on a whole nother plane. I felt amped up by this sudden, deep-seated need to touch Jon. It was like I'd tapped into some previously undiscovered lust. I wasn't sure what that was about and I definitely didn't want to examine it too closely, especially not right now with my face just inches from his winking, pulsing hole!
I backed up half a step and stroked my index finger over his spit-shiny anal knot before softly tapping at it, marveling how the delicate folds of skin seemed to flutter beneath my touch. The quick expansion and contraction made me think of the 'live' screensavers on my iPhone. I probed a bit more before letting the pad of my finger come to rest against the quivering flesh, and then gasped when the crinkled rosette seemed to grab at my finger tip.
"Fuck," I breathed out softly as I quickly pulled my finger back. I stared at the bud and then touched it again. This time, though, I didn't move it.
Holy shit!
"Run the tip of your finger around the outside of his hole," Austin instructed softly, as if trying not to spook me. "That's where the nerves are."
I did as he said, hearing a heavy sigh as I felt Jon's body quake and shudder. I glanced up and saw he'd turned his head toward me and was peering at me through heavy-lidded, glassy eyes. I returned my attention to the task at hand and once more circled his entrance with my finger. My eyes darted back up when he sighed again and his face seemed to go slack with pleasure. He licked his lips and I rubbed around the quivering hole again - a bit quicker this time and pressing a bit harder - and was rewarded by the increased pace of his breathing. Encouraged by the contented noises he was making, I kept it up.
"Ooooohhh," he rumbled lowly as I saw the muscles in his ass clench and unclench. I reached out and stroked his hole again, my finger pressing slightly harder and lingering just a tiny bit longer. There was a slight stutter and hitch in his breath before he exhaled. Then he began to practically purr.
"You like that, Johnny Boy?" Jason asked, his face suddenly just inches from Jon's. Jon's only response was a gurgle that made Jason smile. I remembered how it felt when Jason had eaten my ass that first night, and I knew if Jon was experiencing anything even close... I blew out my breath. Fuck! The thought was almost too much to fathom.
I slid the blunt tip of my index finger into his hole and my eyes went wide, amazed again at how the walls of his channel seemed to grip it, almost clutching it. I took a deep breath and slid my entire finger inside him. It took only minimal effort to push past the ring of muscle.
"Unngghh..." he groaned in a low, breathy exhale as his body granted me passage.
Holy fuck!
"Kev," Jon moaned huskily as I pulled out to the first knuckle and then pushed back in. "What're you doing to me?"
I met his questioning gaze but didn't answer. I just continued to saw my finger in and out of his tight hole, watching him as he gasped, feeling him flex the muscles in his ass, tightening them. It felt like a hot velvet glove was wrapped around my finger.
I chewed on my lower lip and glanced back at his ass. Watching my finger disappear inside him while he writhed, panted, and whimpered, was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. My cock throbbed with need.
I don't know why I did what I did next, but I leaned in close, flattened my tongue, and licked from his ripe, musky center, on up his spine. I stopped halfway up his back and made my way back down, planting gentle kisses along the way. My mouth moved slowly and deliberately, my lips caressing each vertebrae as if they were beads on a rosary.
With my body, I thee worship...
I blinked back to alertness. I realized I hadn't stopped fingering his hole the whole the entire time, and as my mouth continued its slow, languorous journey back down to his ass, I experimented moving my fingers fast, then slow, and then fast and slow, my own dick throbbing and rising with every moan of pleasure that slipped from his lips. I looked up and saw his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was opening and closing as if in silent supplication. I continued my treacherous assault.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...
I found his prostate - yeah, I'd been reading up on it the past couple of weeks while gathering the nerve to start playing with my own ass - and he gasped, his eyes flying open to stare at me.
Jason leaned in again, his head once more just inches from Jon's. "You like Kev's fingers stroking inside you, Johnny Boy? Is that it?"
Jon moaned and, emboldened, I began to massage his pulsing nut. He sighed and closed his eyes again.
