Miles - Once You Bareback - Morgan Part II

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Part I

The next morning, I woke up to Morgan’s hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks. I was a little hungover, but the feeling of his raw cock wedged between my ass cheeks quickly resurrected me…and my cock. The memory of last night's amazing bareback sex came flooding back. How good it felt, how hot he was, how intense my orgasm was; it was making me rock hard. 

“Unghmmm,” I groaned, letting him know I’m awake. His hand slid down my stomach to my pubes, pressing me tighter into his throbbing cock as he rocked his hips. It felt good, too good, but sober now, I knew better than to let this continue like last night. “Mmm, we don’t have any condoms, remember?”

He kissed my neck and then nibbled my ear, rocking his hips and pulling me even tighter to his fit body. “I know. Last night just felt so good…my guy wants some more,” he breathed into my ear and nudged his cock across my hole again to emphasize his point. Then his hand came down and started rubbing what I can only assume was saliva onto my slightly sore hole.

“Mmmm, I don’t know…” I tried to protest.

“Miles,” he groaned playfully. He was gripping his dick, using his saliva-covered tip to circle my hole. “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it raw.”  It felt so good, I tried not to moan, but I grunted an undeniably pleasurable sound. He nudged the wet tip a little harder at my pucker, and my body betrayed me, opening just enough to let the head pop in, and we both sighed with a harmonious satisfaction. He slid his arm under me, pulling my naked back tight to his chest as he grumbled in my ear, “Want me to pull out?”

I grunted, “No, mmm, but, don’t cum in me, ok?”

He instantly rocked his hips, slipping two of his six and a half inches into me. My hole was tight and sore, forcing me to grab the tube of lube on the nightstand and hand it to him to lube up properly. He quickly worked the rest of his dick into me, fucking me on my side. Gently at first, but as he got closer to blowing his load, he rolled me onto my stomach and started digging deep into me. Like he was trying to split me open with his cock. It felt amazing, and I wanted it just as badly as he wanted it, arching my ass up to meet his thrusts as he panted on my back. 

After his fourth time pulling out to stop him self from shooting his load, then starting right back up already on the edge, I was getting a little nervous that he wouldn’t pull out, and in this position, there was nothing I could do to stop it. A few minutes of ragged breathing later, stopping and starting one last time, he pulled out at the last second and blew his load all over my ass. The velocity of his cum shooting at my ass was like a squirt gun, and it only turned me on more to know how turned on he was.

He scooped his cum off my ass and used it as lube on my cock to stroke me off. I was already on the edge, so I erupted pretty quickly, feeling more satisfied than I’ve ever felt. This morning's bareback session didn’t weigh on me like it did last night, a lot less guilt, even more pleasure.

Morgan did buy condoms by the next time we went back to his place for sex, and even though I had told myself we would be safe, he easily talked me into going raw. His pull-out game is strong, though. We fucked raw for the next six weeks at least once per week, if not more, and every time he would pull out at the very last second and pop off on my ass. It was incredible.

We hadn’t had a conversation about sleeping with other people, or having safe sex with other guys, but I’m pretty sure that’s the unspoken case. I had sex with only one other guy about three weeks after that first time going raw with Morgan. It was a drunken hookup with one of my roommates' friends after a birthday party. We used a condom, and it was…ok. Not nearly as hot as going raw with Morgan, though. The next time I took Morgan's raw cock, I almost blew my load in anticipation of it sliding in bare.

It was all fun and games until I noticed Morgan had opened his new box of condoms, and one of the twelve condoms was missing. That part didn’t bother me too much, since I knew he was playing safe. What bothered me was when I showed up at his place with coffee one morning and saw a mutual friend of ours leaving his apartment moments before. The guy looked like he had partied and fucked all night long. I thought maybe Morgan’s roommate, Andy, had him over, but when I asked where Andy was, Morgan let me know that Andy had been out of town for work for the last three days. Again, I can’t be mad at him for having other guys over; we’re not in a relationship. However, when Morgan took a shower, my spider-sense went crazy, and I had to know if Morgan was still being safe. As soon as I heard the shower running, I went and counted the condoms in the box and saw there were still eleven unused condoms. I even checked the trash can, hoping maybe they used a condom that guy brought, but the only thing in the trash was a snack wrapper and some ball-up pieces of notepad paper.

I’m not stupid, and instead of getting angry, I decided, for my safety, I was done with taking the risk and would only use condoms with Morgan…or anyone from now on. After all, he made no secret of the fact that we are not in a relationship, and that sex between us is just for fun.

I can’t say I wasn’t frustrated, though, and while I know he expected me to go home with him after our day out, I made up an excuse and went home alone to clear my head.

He called me a few days later, charming and sexy, almost making me forget about the bareback betrayal. “Why don’t you come over tonight? Let me feel your ass wrap around my dick.”

Horny as all hell, but also knowing how weak I can be when he wants sex from me, I decided not to cave. “Sorry, I can’t tonight. I have a big day tomorrow. Maybe Friday, after work, we can go out? I think we should start using condoms again, though.”

“What? Why?”

I took a pause, debating how to answer that question. “I just…I’ve been thinking, we’re not in a committed relationship, and it’s just risky. I would just feel better if we did.”

There was a noticeable tone change from him. “Oh, ok, that’s cool, I understand.” Then a long pause before he added, “Andy has that art show Friday night. Want to go with me to that and then…come back with me after?”

I nodded even though he couldn’t see me through the phone. “Yeah, that sounds great. I forgot Andy slipped me a flyer for that a few weeks ago. I did tell him I would go.”

“Great, I’ll see you Friday then.”

I ended up leaving work early on Friday. So I went home, took a shower, and took care of business. I wasn’t sure what the dress code was for the art show, so I put on black slacks, black briefs, and a black button-up with tuxedo pleats, along with a deep purple bow tie to match my purple dinner jacket. Then, I headed towards Tribeca and ended up getting in the area way too early to be cool. So I snuck a few blocks over and got a drink at a fancy pub, which turned into two strong drinks before I headed back towards the gallery.

Morgan was late, so I walked around sipping wine and looking at the art by myself until someone I knew showed up. Andy was, of course, there, but he was playing host, so I couldn’t latch onto him. A woman I met through Morgan was already there and all alone, so we started chatting about one of the sculptures and then another until I noticed Morgan show up. He looked sexy as hell. His colgate smile, his light brown hair falling effortlessly and parted down the middle, shimmering in the pin lights of the gallery as he walked through and greeted everyone he knew. He wore all black, but his button-up shirt was only buttoned to his naval, with no undershirt, his toned torso peeking out as he moved and hugged everyone. He eventually noticed me and came over to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, like we were coworkers and not two guys who fucked raw almost a dozen times in the last two months.

We toured the gallery together. A bunch of the pieces were repeats for me, so I was able to speak intelligently about each one. After a few more glasses of wine, I was feeling pretty tipsy, and every time I caught Morgan’s eye, he would grin at me the same way he did after we fucked. It only turned me on even more. I needed to take him back and have my way with him.

I snuck up behind him, putting my arm on his shoulder as everyone in the circle listened to Andy explain the process of deciding which pieces to display and which didn’t feel ready. I leaned in, putting my lips to Morgan's ear, and my free hand slipped into his open shirt to touch his bare skin as I whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

He hailed a cab, and we were back at his place in no time. We were pulling our own clothes off as we headed to the bedroom. I sat on his bed in just my black briefs as he climbed on top of me in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs, his hard dick stretching the cotton fabric as he positioned himself between my legs and started kissing me passionately, but slowing everything down a notch at the same time.

“You looked so sexy tonight,” he whispered between kisses, reaching down and pulling my underwear off, exposing my cock and balls to him. He he planked with one arm as he reached down, pushing his briefs off and nestled his cock below my balls, teasing my hole like he always does, and started stroking my hard dick as his lips returned to mine. I was so horny, I rocked my ass on his dick, squeezing my cheeks together to massage his shaft as we continued sucking on each other's tongues.

He flipped me over onto my stomach and dove tongue-first into my ass. Spreading my ass apart, lapping at my pucker, and forcing me to moan for more as I flexed my dick into his mattress to add to the pleasure.

He was driving my ass crazy for too long, so I reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out his lube, poppers, and a condom. Handing him the lube and condom. He didn’t stop eating my ass, though. I took a hit of his poppers and enjoyed the feeling of his wet tongue penetrating my tight pucker, and let him keep loosening my outer ring as I spread my legs wider for him and let the rush wash over me.

I hadn’t been fucked since the last time we hooked up three weeks ago, now, and I felt like I was in heat. Arching my ass up to get more tongue inside, reaching back to pull his face deeper into me, I was in another world of pleasure. Taking another hit of poppers and grinding my dick into his mattress, my head was swirling when he finally stopped sucking on my hole and climbed on top of me, straddling my upper thighs, rubbing his dick across my hole as he lubed both of us up. The teasing was too much for my sex filled brain to handle. He sat there for a while, lubing my hole, alternating between his fingers opening me up and teasing my hole with the head of his dick. I was going insane, desperate to get fucked. I arched my ass the next time he ran the tip of his cock across my hole and mumbled, “Mmm, fuck me.”

He lay on top of me, his cock slick with lube, frotting against my ass, his entire body on mine as he humped between my cheeks, the ridges of his cock pleasuring my hole. He wrapped his arms under my chest and held me tight as he kissed my neck and mumbled, “Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

“MmmmHmmm,” I muttered and tried my best to rock my ass on his cock under his weight.

“Can I fuck you raw?” He grinds his cock into me.

“Mmmm…fuck, we shouldn’t,” I groaned, feeling the unopened concom packet brushing against my bare hip.

“But it feels so good,” he said, arching his hips so his cock lined up with my pucker, the tip holding at my back door waiting for me to unclench. He licked my ear and mumbled, “I want to feel your silky hole on my cock.” He shifted his hips, putting more pressure on my hole with his tip, “Let me push in, baby.” I groaned, and unclenched my hole, his cock instantly popping an inch into me before hitting any resistance. We both moaned. “That’s it, baby, let me in,” he mumbled, pushing his hips harder, sinking more of his slick, raw cock into my ass.

“Ungh…fuuuuuck,” I groaned, bear hugging his arms with my own as I tried to relax, instinctively pushing my ass up into his cock, trying my best to let him inside me. His slick cock felt so good inside me, I couldn’t pretend this wasn’t exactly what I wanted. That voice inside my head telling me to use the condom, now sliding under me, had silenced. The pleasure radiating in my hole was thumping through my body like the base of a Tag Team song. “Fuck, that feels good,” I mumbled.

“So good, Miles,” Morgan huffed. “I never want to pull out,” he mumbled as he inhaled and pushed the rest of his cock into me. Holding himself balls deep, he adjusted his grip to hold onto my shoulders like a pull-up bar before relaxing his hips, his cock retreating ever so slightly before rocking back into me. That feeling of a hot cock filling my ass, the desperate need of my partner to use my ass to get himself off as he started thrusting in, using his legs for leverage, was so intense I felt my cock leaking precum into the mattress. I flexed my ass in time with his thrusts, getting my prostate pegged with each new pump of his hips. He was moaning in my ear, and I responded with a groan on each full thrust.

Morgan fucked me for a few minutes on my stomach before turning me over and fucking me missionary. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he plowed into me, kissing me, breathing life into my body as he fucked the life back out of me with each raw stroke. I was in heaven.

I felt his cock sliding over my prostate, reminding me to stroke my dick as I watched him snake his torso with each slide in and out. I started pounding my hard dick, my ass gripping his relentless cock tighter and tighter. It felt so good, I went from enjoying the sex to needing to cum lightning fast. “Fuck that feels good, don’t stop,” I mumbled through slitted eyes and stretching my legs wider to let him get deeper into me. “Don’t stop,” I mumbled, jerking myself faster, feeling him hitting my insides harder.

“You feel so good, baby. I want to cum so bad. Let me know when you’re ready to cum,” he mumbled between thrusts. He hovered over me, dropping his head down to kiss me every five or so pumps of his cock. I rocked my hips with his, maximizing my pleasure while milking his cock with my ass.

“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot,” I warned him.

He started thrusting faster and deeper, “do it, shoot your load, baby,” he grunted, watching me intensely. I stroked faster. He hooked my legs on his arms to get a better angle into my hole, which only felt better for me, and I felt my balls tighten as I flexed all of my muscles and grunted. The intensity rushed through my body, and the first spurt flew out, arching up and hitting his chest as he continued fucking me. “I’m gonna cum,” he said, thrusting harder, breathing heavier, and watching me shoot my load between us. He kept pumping into my clenching hole, getting every ounce of pleasure out of my gripping ass, forcing my orgasm to continue with each thrust. “Oh fuck,” he grumbled, changing the angle of his thrusting again, as my orgasm subsided and my hole tightened even more around his invading cock. I groaned, squeezing the last of my cum out of my cock as his cock pummeled my guts. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, “I’m gonna cum, oh baby…ungh, I’m cumming,” he moaned, and I felt him thrust into me instead of pulling out.

My eyes shot open wide to see his eyes roll into the back of his head as his muscles tightened and he groaned, pumping his cock into me again. This time, his cock slid in so smoothly, I felt it throbbing over and over as he held his hips against my ass. The warmth and the wetness of his cum shooting into my guts like a fire hose was so good I moaned with him as he gyrated his hips, unloading the last of his balls into me.

“Shit,” he whispered, barely audible as he took a deep breath, and his muscles relaxed.

The post-nut clarity sank in fast and heavy. “Fuck, did  you cum inside me?”

“Ungh,” he pulled his wet cock from my ass. “Fuck, sorry, yeah, I didn’t mean to,” he grumbled, flopping down onto his back next to me.

I jumped up out of bed and ran to the bathroom down the hall. I used toilet paper to wipe my ass. It was coated with cum. I saw myself in the mirror, cum all over my chest, dripping down my abs, and matting my pubes. My hair was sweaty and messy. I looked wrecked. I shook my head and washed my face, then used more toilet paper to wipe as much cum off my body as I could. I didn’t really know what to do or what I could do. I had never let someone cum inside me before. It felt great, but fuck, how could I do something so stupid?

I flicked off the light and stumbled back down the hall towards Morgan's bedroom, only to find Andy walking in and locking the door behind him. I froze like a deer in headlights. He grinned, looking just as drunk as I felt as he looked up and down my naked body. “Well, damn, Miles, I didn’t know you had such a sexy body under those clothes,” he chuckled.

I covered my soft dick, shaking my head. “Sorry,” I hustled into Morgan’s bedroom and closed the door. 

I picked up my briefs from the floor by the bed, pulling them on and tucking myself into the pouch.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Morgan sat up, my cum and his sweat glistening on his chest.

I shook my head, looking around for the rest of my clothes. “I just…I need to go, I have, stuff…to do tomorrow,” I mumbled, remembering the rest of my clothes were on the floor between here and the entrance to the apartment.

“Are you mad?” Morgan asked, leaning back on his hands.

I looked at his naked body and shook my head. “No, I just, I’m gonna go, and I’ll call you,” I said, walking out and closing the door behind me.

I grabbed my pants from the floor in the living room and started pulling them on, almost tripping over as Andy watched. He grabbed my shirt off the back of the couch and walked over to me. “Are you ok?”

I nodded, suppressing all of my emotions as Andy handed me my shirt. I slipped on my shoes, not knowing where my socks were. “I’m fine, I just…”

Andy held up a hand to stop me from lying. “You don’t have to explain it to me. I’ve been where you are.” He looked at the closed bedroom door, “I know that look.”

I pulled on my jacket without buttoning my shirt. “I’ll see ya.” I ran out and went home. I decided to walk despite the time of night and feeling the need to clench my ass the entire way. I needed to clear my head before possibly running into my roommates. I was feeling a lot better by the time I got home. Good enough, I was able to pass out as soon as I hit my bed.