Two weeks had flown by with Patrick and me fucking and sucking each other everywhere we found ourselves: a mall changing room, a restaurant bathroom, a basement in a church—don’t ask about that one. It was like a challenge for us. I was addicted to his cock, and his touch sent me over the edge. He was so strong and loving; every day felt like a dream. We decided it was time to tell our parents, and we chose to start with...

A couple of months had passed, and Patrick and I were lying in bed, edging each other. I was on my back, legs lifted, with him between my thighs, licking and fingering my ass. As I reached down to stroke myself, he slapped my hand away. “No touching,” he snapped. I giggled and replied, “Yes, sir,” in a playful, stern tone. “Tell me about a fantasy you have,” he said, burying his face between my cheeks. “Mmm, fuck, it’s so...

I wake up wrapped in Patrick’s strong arms, his rock-hard cock pressing against my thick ass. I smile, wiggling my hips against him, teasing his length. He moans softly, kisses my neck, and whispers, “Good morning.” “Mmm, Patrick, ready for another round?” I purr. He climbs on top of me, our lips crashing together, tongues wrestling in a heated dance. We moan into each other’s mouths, our cocks rubbing together, sending s...

When I was 22, I lived with my best friend, Patrick. He was tall, skinny, very attractive, and fit--a long-time swimmer. Me? I was short, a little chubby, and I've always had a really great ass--thick and juicy. We were going through a dry spell, and after another night where we both failed to hook up with any girls, we were sitting on the couch having a couple of beers. "Dude, I'm so horny," Patrick said. "Yeah, me too,"...