Jeff zeroed in on Fred's tightly puckered pink hole with his tongue, probing for entry and finding some, again and again, then lapping that crack from stem to stern before returning to the pink hole to wedge his tongue in even further, rotating it, greedily licking the inside of Fred's anal canal in a great arc. All the while Fred was whimpering and moaning loudly and slapping the shower wall with one of his hands...By the time Jeff had gotten about three quarters of his tongue past Fred's puckered entrance, Fred was begging Jeff to fuck him. So, he did.
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As enamored as Jeff had become with Fred's scrumptious asshole, he had completely forgotten that he was supposed to BE an asshole himself (as Max had assured him, he must, for his own protection). Had he thought about resuming his ultra-dominant role, Jeff would have realized, of course, that that jig was up; whatever else expertly tonguing another dude's inner asshole might be (and it is quite a bit more), it is not the act of a dom to a sub, of a master to a slave.
But Jeff wasn't thinking about any of that. Instead, he approached Fred as any attentive lover would approach the object of his desire, ravenously kissing his neck and ears and tweaking his nipples as he entered Fred as gently as his throbbing watermelon dick could enter anyone, but it wasn't easy. "Fuck, bro, you're tighter than anybody I've fucked all weekend," Jeff said, in some awe, "including Finn, whose ass was still virgin 36 hours ago."
"Thanks, man," Fred replied," I take that as a compliment. I've been fucked in the ass plenty, including by Mitchell's giant ginger cock last night after the Train, but I haven't been fucked in the ass with much regularity for a good while. Way back when George and I were first discovering the wonders of butt fucking, we usually flipped every night, or nearly so, but since we've been away at school, I'm topping a helluva lot more than I'm bottoming. Besides, you know there are some exercises you can do to help keep that shit tight, right?" Jeff pushed hard and got the head and broad shoulders of his cock past Fred's portal. After that, the hardest part was over, and Jeff was balls deep soon enough, to Fred's delight.
"Hold up a second, would ya?" Fred asked. For what it's worth, Fred had similarly forgotten that he was supposed to be playing a sub role. He was into his partner, big time, and was enjoying the superlative feeling of having a great big watermelon dick filling him up, parked and throbbing the length of his rectum. Mitchell had gone deeper, of course, but he didn't have Jeff's girth...and girth trumped length in Fred's book. Meanwhile, Jeff had relaxed since he'd forgotten he was supposed to be an asshole to Fred, and he was enjoying the involuntary spasming of the smooth muscle walls of Fred's toned fuck tunnel, tightly gripping and releasing the full length of his thick cock.
"That feels so fucking good...YOU feel so fucking good," Fred said quietly. "Fuck yeah it does...you, we do," Jeff agreed, hugging Fred tightly to himself from behind. "Ready when you are, Captain," Fred green lighted Jeff after a minute or so of quiet enjoyment. They began again slowly, rocking against the wall, only gradually increasing their tempo, Fred matching Jeff's thrusts with his own, the two of them always moving together, fluidly, fucking almost as if they were one. Jeff recognized that Max bottomed like Fred, too, just as he'd discovered the previous night that Max topped like his big brother. They were both very, very good. Fred had obviously been a good teacher to Max.
At some point while they were still able to talk - and there did come a point when they could no longer both talk and fuck, so they quit talking - Jeff whispered, "I want to make this last...as long as we can." And he meant it in the best possible way. "Me too," Fred replied, "or something...like that...What I was just thinking...is that I don't...ever want this to end...but since it will have to end...yes, let's make this last...as long as we can." They did make it last a long time, their bodies rising and falling, heaving and thrusting and yielding and crashing together, although neither of them could have said how long a time that was. They probably would've said that it was 'enough', or else 'almost enough.' Maybe it's never quite enough.
