Carson Brady was, without a doubt, my best friend. We met during our first year of college at LSU. We were both recruited to play football for the Tigers. I was a second-string quarterback, and Carson was a wide receiver. We both shared a deep love for the game, but it wasn’t our passion. Hence, neither one of us went pro. Off the field, we were a dynamic duo.
Over the years, people started to call me the “Whisperer.” I was the only one who could talk Carson off a ledge. My boy was a hot head, and when you looked like Carson, you could be a hot head and get away with it. Carson was a mid-western boy. He was from Iowa, and the boy was a true stereotypical midwestern jock, all cornbread fed and stocky.
He was tall, with a sturdy build and broad shoulders. His muscles were swollen from years of playing sports. Carson had that friendly, open face with a warm smile. He was also arrogant, ill-tempered, and, at times, very egotistical. There was also this other side to him that no one else saw. He was funny, protective of his friends and family, and giving.
Neither one of us had a problem with the ladies. Together we were charismatic as fuck. We got the duo nickname Dusk & Dawn. Women couldn’t resist Carson, the dirty blonde jock with blue eyes, or his best bud with the perfect chocolate skin and hazel eyes. Those years of college were legendary. Things slowed down after I married Mariah. Carson swore he’d never get married. Yet, here we are, in Vegas, throwing him his bachelor party.
We partied all weekend long. I went all out for my boy. I got the Claudius Vegas Villa at Caesars Palace, and we let the good times roll. Carson was having the time of his life. He deserved it. I was proud of him. His parents had been pressuring him for years to settle down, and when Sara came along, he chose to make her the one.
When Carson and I got back to the villa, it was 3 a.m. We were wasted. The other guys had left us at the casino earlier. The villa was dark and quiet. We were stumbling around in the dark, trying not to make any noises, but for some reason, we were giggling like some high school girls.
Everyone was sharing a room except for Carson. It was his bachelor party weekend, so he had the primary room to himself. I was about to head to my room, but he pulled my hand and led me down the hall to his room. This was typical of Carson. Whenever he got wasted, he would never want to sleep alone.
The lights were out in the room, but the moonlight from outside illuminated the inside. Carson immediately stripped down to his tight boxer briefs. I was amazed that he still managed to keep his stocky, beefy, thick-as-ham body after so many years. He had a dragon tattoo on his chest over his right pec. His quads were still thick as fuck. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s ass. He quickly climbed into bed. His round, thick glutes bounced as he moved.
With a wink, he said, “Justin, come snuggle with me.”
“Don’t you think we’re too old to be in bed together,” I said, laughing.
“I’m never too old to have my best friend in bed,” he said.
We were thick as thieves, and our motto was “Dusk & Dawn Against the World.” So, I shook my head at him and started to climb into the bed.
“Clothes off. I don’t want them scratching me,” he said.
I stopped in my tracks. I wasn’t sure why I listened to him. In the same way, I could talk Carson off a ledge; he could talk me onto one. If there were ever a guy who could make me get in bed with another guy, it would be Carson. I trusted him more than anyone in the world.
I slowly took my clothes off. I could feel Carson’s eyes on me the entire time. It felt like he was burning a hole in my body. Over the years I had lost most of my muscle. I had become a slim-toned version of my former self. For context, you could say I appeared to be more of a twink when compared to Carson’s stocky build.
Once I was down to my boxer briefs, I climbed into the bed. I lay next to the stocky stud. We had a decent amount of space between us.
“I miss how we used to do this back in college. Just lying in bed after a night of drinking and shooting the shit,” Carson said as he reflected on our past deeds.
I chuckled, “Fun times. If anyone had walked in on us, they would have sworn we were gay.”
“Who the fuck cares,” he asked.
“I do. I love you, dude, but I wasn’t going to be labeled a homo for you,” I said, trying my damnedest to sound macho.
He looked at me and said, “I would for you. You’re the most important person in my life.”
The conversation was becoming a little strange for me. It was starting to affect my high.
“No more drinking for you, Carson.”
“What’s wrong with me sharing my feelings?" The way he asked made me feel bad.
“Nothing wrong with it. Just don’t do it while we’re in a dark room in our underwear, man.”
He rolled his eyes, “Fine. Whatever bro. Thought you were my boy.”
I could hear the hurt in his voice. Something deeper was going on with him. I wanted to make sure he was okay. I sat up in the bed and looked at him. He turned his head from me.
“Look at me, Carson.”
He didn’t look at me.
“Carson, look at me,” I said softer.
He slowly turned and looked at me. His blue eyes cut right through me. He pulled me deep into his world. He saw in my eyes that I was ready for whatever he needed.
“I don’t think I want to marry Sara,” he said.
“Why not? I thought you loved her?” I asked him, completely confused by his confession.
“Not like-” he stopped himself.
I threw my hands in the air, “Not like what? You can’t just leave me hanging.”
“Not like I love you, Justin,” he said.
I laughed, “Duh. I’m your best friend. I know where the bodies are buried. It’s not gonna be the same, Carson.”
“You don’t get it,” he said defeatedly.
“Then make me get it, bro,” I said, feeling frustrated.
He sat up, and before I could blink my eyes, he kissed me. I was frozen. My body wouldn’t allow me to move, and my mind couldn’t process it. His lips were actually pressed against mine, and his hands touched me. He moved his hand down my back and onto my ass. Reality came crashing back. I quickly pushed him off me.
“What the fuck are you doing? We’re straight, Carson,” I shouted quietly. I didn’t want to wake the others, but I wanted to convey my point.
He fired back, “Are we?”
The fucking audacity of him.
“I am,” I said with a firm tone.
He smirked, “Prove it.”
I gasped, “You know how many bitches I fucked? I’m married, son. That’s how straight I am.”
“But you love me more than you love your wife,” he said matter of fact.
His truth stung. I did love Carson way more than I loved my wife or anyone, for that matter. That pained me. I didn’t want what he was saying to be true.
I waved my finger, “Don’t do this, Carson. You’re gonna lose your best friend, man.”
I climbed out of bed. I quickly began to gather my things. Then he called my name. I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to run out of the room and never look at him again. He was fucking my head up.
“Justin? Justin, please look at me. Please,” he pleaded.
I slowly turned and looked at him. He was on his knees in the center of the bed. How could I leave him? He was the only person who truly understood me. We were an unstoppable duo.
“Be my dusk, and I’ll be your dawn,” he said with loving eyes.
Damn him! He could talk me into anything. I knew the second I turned around I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.
“This stays between us,” I said.
“What happens in Vegas. Stays in Vegas,” he said.
I climbed back into the bed. My heartbeat raced the entire time. We moved closer to one another. He pulled me into another kiss. This time, I didn’t fight it. I kissed him. Carson’s lips were fat and soft. They felt like velvet against my wet lips. His hands ran over my ass, and I touched his beefy cakes.
He pulled me closer, and I could feel his growing bulge become firmer and firmer in his underwear. Our tongues wrestled each other for dominance.
We finally broke the kiss. We both were panting and out of breath. Our eyes locked, and he smiled at me. His face was pure joy, and it made me happy.
“What happens next, I asked.
“I have some thoughts. You trust me?” He sounded like the Carson I’d always known.
I hesitantly replied, “More than anyone else in the world.”
He stood up in the bed and pulled his underwear off. His dick was huge. It was nearly 9 inches long. It was cut and absolutely thick. I didn’t think my best friend was packing serious cock like that. His balls didn’t hang low, but they were round and full. He had a dark bush of pubes. I was stunned.
“You don’t like it,” he asked. He was suddenly feeling insecure.
I stuttered, “I-I thought that it would be-be- blonde pubes and maybe not so th-thick.”
He laughed, “Sorry to disappoint you. I guess.”
I laughed, “I’m not disappointed. I’m impressed. It’s a nice dick.”
“It tastes even better than it looks,” he said with a cocky shit-eating grin.
I took a deep breath and took his cock in my hand. It was the first time I had ever touched another man’s cock. It felt like mine but different. It looked almost like mine, except it was thicker and white, but we both had those angry pink heads.
I opened my mouth and slowly swallowed Carson’s cock. It was a beast of a cock, but it had this sweet and tangy taste that made me want more. I put a hand on his meaty cheeks and began to move my mouth up back and forth on his cock.
He stood above me, panting and groaning. He enjoyed my services. I had no idea what I was doing, but I figured if I did what I liked, it would be good. He pushed his dick deep into my mouth, and I gagged, nearly choking on his cock.
“Oh fuck, that feels amazing, Justin,” he exclaimed.
He began to fuck my throat. I struggled briefly to keep up, but my throat relaxed once I accepted my fate. Once my throat was relaxed, I took his cock with ease. I sucked him with a special kind of force. Before I knew it, I was drooling and spitting all over his member. Hearing him moan and knowing I was the reason for it filled me with something I couldn’t explain.
He had me get on my hands and knees. I was nervous about what he was going to do next. He pulled my underwear off. When my dick slapped the bed, I realized I was aroused by what was happening. He grabbed a handful of my ass and then slapped my cheeks.
“Fuck. It’s so fat, smooth, and perfect,” he said.
I gasped when I felt his tongue slide across my puckered virgin hole. He giggled, and then he started to feast on my anus. His tongue pushed into me, and he sucked my rosebud like a Tootsie Pop. He was trying his hardest to get to my center.
I had never had my ass played with before. It felt amazing. His tongue was twisting and turning inside of me. It kept pushing in and out. My body felt like it was on cloud nine. He pushed a finger inside my hole. I gasped at the intrusion. It initially felt uncomfortable, and I was about to protest until he twisted his finger and tapped something in me. I nearly screamed, and my cock leaked a river of precum.
“What the fuck,” I mumbled.
“Found your sweet spot,” he said.
“How the fuck do you know this? Have you been with guys before?” I needed to know.
“No, just porn and a lot of research. Been building my confidence for a few years now,” he said.
Years? He had been planning to do this for years. I was astonished for sure. He ran his cock up and down my crack, and I forgot all about his admission. His dick felt good, brushing along my taint and little hole.
He rolled me onto my back. I placed my legs on his shoulder. I knew what was coming. He asked me with his eyes, and I answered back with mine. Then the first cock to ever breach me indeed breached me. The fat head broke through the back door. I groaned in both a mix of pain and pleasure.
His cock head stretched me wide as the rest of the shaft followed. He rocked my body back and forth on his cock. Each time, more of his shaft sunk into my hot tunnel. My insides felt full. My body responded in ways I didn’t think were possible. These soft sounds came from me. I sounded like a straight-up bitch.
His pubes came to rest against my cheeks. I had taken all of his cock. My hole twitched around his cock. He smiled and then kissed me. I kissed him back. Then he started to move his hips and fuck me. I grabbed a pillow and bit down on it. My moans grew higher as he worked his fat cock in and out of my hole.
He drove it deep and slow in and out of me. His dick was so fat I wasn’t sure I could take him. He started to groan as he moved in and out of me. He picked up his pace, and the feelings in my anus grew. I slapped his chest, and he smiled.
“You’re a fighter. That turns me on, Justin,” he said as he flipped me on my stomach.
He drove his dick in and out of me. The muscles in my ass clenched. He moved past them on a mission to make me his. He put me on my knees and slowly stroked me. Each time his cock entered me, my walls spread a little more. He moved deeper inside of me. He positioned himself with his hands on my lower back and moved faster. My warm oven treated his cock like baked goods, not willing to let them go until they were done.
“You moan like a bitch. I love it,” he said proudly.
I couldn’t argue with him. I did indeed sound like a bitch. My hole became open and wet. He pushed me face-first into the bed and fucked me harder than before. My hole began to make a gushy sound. You may as well have called Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion and asked them to sing WAP! Carson had turned my hole into some wet ass pussy, and for some reason, that turned me on. He should have brought a mop and bucket if he knew he planned to fuck me.
We moved to the edge of the bed. He had my ass cheeks hanging off the bed. He fed my hole his giant member once again. He clapped my cheeks like lightning striking the earth. What had started as strange had slowly become pleasurable.
Something clicked in me. I had the thought to work the muscles in my anus. Carson’s groans grew louder.
“Fuck yeah. Work my cock, baby,” he groaned.
I started to work my hole. I bounced my ass back on him. He met me with every stroke. We had gone from me being fucked to us fucking each other. This was the way sex was supposed to be. Two people exchanged in a heated battle of power. I understood why men couldn’t get enough of fucking other men. I felt high off our exchange, and I felt more aroused than I had ever been.
My dick was as hard as steel. Carson pounded into my hole. He moved faster and harder. His balls smashed my taint repeatedly. My juices escaped my anus and ran down my legs and balls. I coated his fantastic cock with my cream.
“Fuck me. Just like that. Don’t stop. Pound me, Carson,” I moaned in a high-pitched voice.
“You gonna give me this ass whenever I want,” he asked as he fucked me.
“Yes, whenever. Oh, my fucking God,” I moaned.
Deeper and harder he went. His dick touched new depths inside of me. I worked my ass around his cock. Every thrust of his hips was met with a grip so warm and tight. He molded my insides to his cock. My ass sucked him in deeper. It refused to let him go. The sound of his meaty cheeks clapping together from the fucking blended in with my moans and his groans.
We sounded like a porn video was being produced in the room. I had no idea Carson could fuck the way he did. It was so good. I thanked God I wasn’t a woman because I knew I’d be a whore if every guy would fuck me that good.
He applied all his strength on my lower back and beat my ass out of the frame. My juicy ass made all types of strange sounds as he drove his dick in and out. He went faster and harder than before. I knew he was close to cumming. He was moving recklessly in and out of my open tunnel. My dick ached and begged for a release.
“I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna cum in you, Justin,” he said in my ear.
He pounded harder. I could feel his balls draw up. His dick started to rub across something in my ass. It made my toes tingle, and this weird sensation took over me. I cried out, and my dick spasmed and let over a river of hot cum across the bed.
I had no fight left in me. Carson took the advantage, and power fucked me like a beast. My hole was open and was making a sloppy noise. His ass jiggled as he continued to clap my cheeks. I was like pudding in his hands. He drove his fuck stick deeper and deeper into me.
“Fuck! Here it comes!” He roared.
His cock twitched and throbbed in my ass. Then he released a fountain of hot cum deep in my bowels.
We snuggled in bed together and drifted off to sleep. I woke up that morning to a beautiful sight. Carson was standing at the foot of the bed naked. He bent over, and those gorgeous pale cheeks slightly parted, and I caught a glimpse of his pretty pink hole.
My mouth watered. He slowly pulled up his jeans. They got stuck under his cheeks, and he had to wiggle to get them the rest of the way up. His ass slowly disappeared under the fabric of his garments. The damage was done. My dick was hard. He turned around and smiled at me.
“Morning, bud. Listen, we made a lot of noise last night. I told the guys we brought some chick back and fucked her. So, play along,” he said with a grin.
I called out to him as he was about to walk out the door. He turned and looked at me.
“Next time, I fuck you,” I said lustfully.
He smiled, “I was scared there wasn’t gonna be a next time.”
I blew air, “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t bring you back to Vegas for your birthday?”
He chuckled, “What happens in Vegas-”
“Stays in Vegas,” we both said together.
He exited the room. I laid my head back on the pillow. Damn, he really turned me out. Son of a bitch!
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