Just like that, I stopped moving. I was suspended midair for a split second, and the next I crashed to the ground, landing flat on my back. The rope of the swing had finally broken. The wind was knocked out of me. I felt like there was a rock on my chest. A solid mass. No air. I was frozen for several long seconds, eyes wide open, until at last, I gasped, and with a long, squeaky wheeze, air rushed to my lungs.
“Sully!” Jules yelled. “Are you okay?” He rushed over to me and rolled me over onto my side. He pulled my T-shirt up and checked my back. His hands were all over me. Flat palms on my skin. Hot hands. Man hands. “Are you okay? Can you talk?”
“Fuck! Itoldyou I’d see my ass on that swing,” I said when I could.
“Are you all right? You’re not bleeding or anything. Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. Just winded.” I sat up. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I leaned against him until I caught my breath.
On the way home, my back felt bruised and stiff. “Told you I’d see my ass on that swing,” I said again.
He gave me a look and an evil little smile and said, “Technically,technically, you saidI’dseemyass on that swing.”
“Jesus, Jules! What’s wrong with you?”
He didn’t answer; he just gave me a playful slap on the ass. He didn’t mean anything by it. Of course, he didn’t. He was a recovering footballer; that was all.
When I got home, it didn’t take long for me to get my hand in my pants. I didn’t even have time to look for some porn. I closed my eyes as I started stroking and I thought about the same thing I’d been thinking of for weeks, maybe more.
I thought of the second to last night Storm was in town. Jules had her first that night, then I did. When we were done, I lay on my back on her bed, and she lay on her belly beside me. We were more or less head to toe. She was propped up on her elbows and Jules was kneeling between her legs. I was looking at the way his hamstrings curved out and then dipped in just under his ass. His ass was round and firm. Pure muscle. I was wondering what it would be like to run my hand up the backs of his legs. His legs were hairy, but his ass was smooth. He was kissing the back of her knees and working his way up her thighs. When he got to her ass, he kissed it and squeezed it, then dragged his dick over the soft mounds of her cheeks. He was hard again. I didn’t even need to look at his dick to know it. I could see it in his eyes. When Jules was horny, his usual expression left his eyes and was replaced by something serious, almost hard. Every time it happened, I got this strange sense that he was someone I didn’t know.
“Stormy,” he said, tapping his dick along her ass crease, “can I put this up your butt?”
I looked over at Storm. I must have looked as surprised as I felt, because she laughed at me. Then she rolled her eyes at Jules and said, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“No,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve never done it before.” As usual, I loved him for his honesty. He never pretended to be more than he was. He didn’t have to. He was more than enough just as he was.
Storm laughed, too. I didn’t blame her. Jules could be very charming when he wanted to be. “Okay, fine. I’ll teach you. You can consider it my little contribution to the Cleary pack. There’s lube in my top drawer. Get it anduseit. Take notes, ’cause that’s the first thing you need to remember.”
“Got it,” he said. “Lube and lots of it.”
“You can’t just shove it in my ass. It’s not that kind of hole. You’ve got to touch it and tease it a little, so it knows to get ready for what’s coming.”
“Uh-huh, got it. Romance the butthole,” he murmured.
Storm laughed again, but the sound was chopped in half by Jules’s efforts to romance said hole. He dove in with his mouth. She started moaning the second his tongue made contact.
“Use your fingers,” she groaned after a few minutes. “Open me up.”
He did as she said. He coated his fingers with lube and slid his middle finger inside her. She moaned softly at first, and a lot louder when he gave her another finger. He took his time. His brow was creased in concentration, his jaw was slightly slack, and he didn’t take his eyes off his target. I watched him intently. His dick was hard. It was as hard as I’d ever seen it. It was swollen and glossy at the tip, leaking with lust. Mine was quickly following suit.
At last, she pushed herself up to her knees. She swung one leg over me, straddling my head. “Don’t you get any ideas,” she said, smiling down at me. “No way that alpha dong is going anywhere near my ass.”
“It’s not an alpha dong,” I said defensively. “I’m going to be a beta. My parents are both betas. Jules’s are, too.”
“That’s not exactly how it w…You know what, never mind. Either way, that cock up my ass is a no from me, dawg.”
“It’s not that big,” I said.
She laughed like bells chiming on a clear Sunday morning. “Literallythe only time you’ll ever hear a guy trying to convince you his dick’s not that big.” She gave my head a little nudge with her knee. Open your mouth, okay? Make me feel good.”
I did as she asked. I licked her as she fired off more instructions for Jules. “Go slow and wait for me to relax before you push in. You’ll feel when I do. Don’t give it all to me at once. Just give me an inch at a time.”
“Got it.” He didn’t sound like Jules then. His voice was raspy and thick. It sounded like his windpipe was swollen or something.
I licked her as he entered her. I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn’t go insane from the sight of his dick so close to my mouth. I kept licking her as she cried out and then moaned as he started to thrust.
As I licked, I tasted her. I tasted myself too. The load I left in her was streaming out of her. I lapped it up. I was hungry for it. Ravenous, even. I was starving. Starving. Especially when I licked her and tasted the thing I was craving. I tasted her, sure. I tasted myself too, absolutely. Like I said, I’d just left a big load inside her. The thing I really wanted, the thing I couldn’t stop thinking about, the thing that made me come hard every single time I let myself think about it, was the fact that when I tasted myself, I knew it wasn’t just me. It was me, mixed with Jules. It was both of us, together.
