Straight Vegas Nights Ch. 02

My wife Mariah opened the front door to greet another guest. We were having our annual holiday mixer. Everyone was having a good time, and my energy was high and positive. Then she said his name, and it all changed.

“Carson, you made it,’ Mariah squealed.

It had been six months since my best bro had taken my cherry in a Las Vegas villa. Carson had been the best thing in my life since college, and the night he fucked me, it changed everything about us. I had done my best to avoid him since then.

Despite how good his dick was and how much I dreamed about his beefy ass, I couldn’t hurt my wife. After we got back from Vegas, he ended his engagement with Sara, and I vowed to stay away from him.

Mariah entered the living area with a bright smile on her face and a drink in her hand. She was happy that Carson had made it. She loved him, but no one loved him more than me. We were the dynamic duo of Dusk he was so deep inside of me. I pulled away from him some kind of way. He giggled once again, and then he picked me up like I was a bitch or something.

He put my back against the wall. My legs went around his waist. With our eyes locked on one another, he slid his thick cock back inside of me. My ass was wet and open, and I took him with ease and comfort. He began to plow my tender rosebud.

His cock drove in and out of me as I whimpered and moaned. He grunted each time his dick bottomed out in me. My hands found his ass, and I spread his cheeks. I moved my hips back and forth on his cock. The feeling of it all was beyond words.

His heavy nuts pounded against my ass cheeks. He fucked me so hard that my dick bounced and slapped my stomach repeatedly. My moans grew a little louder, and he forced his tongue into my mouth to keep me quiet. Carson was tapping my spot, and it made my legs shake. Sweat poured off his beautiful body. My ass swallowed his cock deep into its darkest depths.

“I’m gonna cum,” he announced. He looked like he was straining.

He slammed into me once more and flooded my insides with his cum. My cock was fully hard. He looked at it and smiled at me. He gently put me down. I picked up our clothing and ran up the stairs with them. He quickly chased after me. We ran into the guest bedroom, and bursa merkez escort we stood face to face. We both were hungry for more.

“Carson, why?” It was important that I knew the why.

“Because I love you, Justin.” He was sincere and heartfelt. My best friend was truly in love with me and I fuckin’ loved him too.

That was all I needed to hear. I kissed him, and then I did what I had been having dreams about since the night he fucked me. I pushed him to his knees. Carson knew what I wanted. He didn’t resist it because he had been secretly wanting all of this for years. He took my cock into his mouth.

His lips felt good, sliding up and down my dark pole. He worked it good and he made it sloppy. He knew from all the chicks we had fucked together that sloppy head was my favorite.

I fucked his mouth, and he made the hottest sounds. It turned me on hearing him choke on my cock. I pushed it deep into his mouth and down his throat. He gagged, but he never stopped sucking me. With his mouth, he showed me how much I meant to him.

My balls kept hitting his chin. The sight of him on his knees with his ass poked out burned in my brain like a scene from a porno. My boy looked good with my hard dick in his mouth.

I pulled out his mouth and got behind him. I slapped his fat globes and watched them bounce. He was so damn thick. It should have been a crime. I spread his cheeks, and his little pink hole came into view. It was smooth, tight, and pretty. It looked like it tasted good. I licked his hole, and he moaned. I slapped his ass cheeks, and then I went to town eating him out.

“Oh fuck. Eat me, Justin,” he moaned. “Your tongue feels so fuckin good. Eat that ass, bud.”

I listened to him. He was my best friend, and he deserved to be taken care of. I ate him for what felt like forever. My tongue breached his walls and glided along the muscles of his tavern. He was a delicious meal that I never wanted to end. I gripped those white globes and massaged his cheeks with my strong hands. He looked back at me with this kinky smile. He was in paradise.

“I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” he said in this nasty voice. It made my dick leak precum all over bursa yabancı escort the floor.

I pulled him into another steamy kiss and then put him on his back. My cock was aching, and I wanted to devour his boy pussy. He looked at me with wanting eyes. Another moment in time he had been waiting for was finally about to happen. All his desires were being checked off, and apparently so were mine.

“I been practicing with a few toys. I’m ready for you,” he said. He was so eager and ready.

I smiled, “Freaky hoe. I love it.”

“Just for you,” he said. “Now fuck me. Give me that dick, bro.”

Carson lifted his strong legs into the air, and I pushed my cock inside his virgin hole. His anus slowly opened and let me sink in. The walls of his ass gripped me and sucked my dick right in. His insides were warm and moist. It was the greatest feeling next to his cock in my ass. He rolled his eyes in pleasure and let out a loud moan.

“Fuck,” we both moaned.

I was finally inside of him, and my dick did a happy dance. It wanted more of Carson. I tingled all over with a special feeling. It felt like raw and passionate sex on a cloud high above the earth. I slid more of my thick cock into him. He grabbed his feet, and that caused his hole to open more and his walls to tighten more around my shaft.

I pushed until he had every inch of me inside of him, and then I began to pound him. I moved in and out at a perfect pace. His hole milked my cock the entire way. His pink walls wrapped around my cock and throbbed. His moans told me he loved it. His ass cheeks bounced repeatedly.

As I drove my cock into him, he begged for me to fuck him harder. His cock grew hard again, and he jacked himself as I fucked him deep in his sweet ass. He sounded so sweet and manly all at the same time. His pecs bounced, and his thick thighs wrapped around my waist. He locked me in as I drove my dick in and out of him.

“Pound me, Justin,” he begged.

“This ass mine,” I asked.

“Yes. It’s yours. Keep fuckin’ me,” He cried.

With each stroke, I said, “No. Body. Better. Fuck. This. Ass. But. Me.”

“Nobody but you, Daddy. I fuckin’ promise. Your cock is so good. Shit,” bursa sınırsız escort he yelled.

He gave my ego so much fuel. Knowing I was giving him something no one else had or could was like a drug. I worked my hips and drove my cock deeper into his anus. The sound of our skin clapping filled the room.

“Oh, Justin,” he moaned.

I drove deeper into his beefy ass. My baby loved every bit of it. I fucked him with so much passion. I didn’t know I had it in me. Carson always seemed to bring out another part of me. I pushed his legs to the back of his head and drove into him deep and hard.

He stroked his fat cock the entire time. I pulled out until just the head was in, and then I rammed the shaft deep into him. That felt good. It sent a surge through my cock, and his ass leaked some juice.

“Fuck,” he screamed.

I did it again and again. Each time, I went deeper. The deeper I went, the more his ass creamed for me. His insides worked my cock and called for my dick to only belong to him. I couldn’t wrap my mind around ever being inside someone else after him. It was like his hole was made for me, and mine was made for him.

“Oh my God. Carson, your ass feels so good,” I groaned.

“Your dick feels so good,” he said as he pinched his nipples.

I wanted to fuck him all night. The pleasure of his ass was too great for me. My dick began to twitch inside of him. I slammed into him hard and fast. I went faster and faster. My balls pounded his fat ass. The impact began to turn his ass cheeks red.

Then it happened. I screamed, and my dick felt like a bomb had gone off. I flooded his insides with my cum. As I flooded his insides, he came for a second time all over his chest. We shared another kiss.

Exhausted, he said, “I guess Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.”

I smiled, “I guess not. No more fighting it. I fuckin love you and this thing we’re doing.”

He looked sheepish, “Did I really call you daddy?”

“And don’t you ever forget,” I said with a cocky grin.

He smiled, “Guess I have to fuck you harder next time.”

I replied, “I guess so.”

We got dressed, and before we walked out of the room, I kissed him again. He really had me wrapped around his damn finger, but I guess I also had him wrapped around mine. I opened the bedroom door, and my wife was standing right there. I didn’t have to wonder if she knew.

Her face told me everything, and if that wasn’t enough, the slap to my face, followed by the slap to Carson’s face, sealed the deal. Damn! So much for leaving Vegas in Vegas.

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