Kevin

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I always admired Kevin when we were teens growing up on the same block. He was the most aggressive and best wrestler among our group of friends, and especially seemed to enjoy physically dominating me because I was taller than him, I think. Even when we turned eighteen we contined the "play" wrestling, and Kevin always won. Anyway, once he saw he could Kevin would look for any excuse to wrestle me down, and I always seemed to end up pinned down with my face under his ass! I remember one time in particular: we were in his bedroom having finished our college work. Once more I was underneath him, and we were laughing together.

"C'mon Kev, let me up. You win, I give, c'mon, mmph, umph,...gasp, ugh!" Kevin's ass settled heavily on my upturned face, covering my nose and mouth and cutting off my air supply completely! "Ha, you wimp, shaddup down there, you're just a cushion for my ass, ha ha ha!" Kevin remarked as he pressed his ass down with his full weight, using my face as his seat cushion. It seemed he was getting turned on by his dominating me, and just when I thought things couldn't get any worse they did!

"Hey wimp, need some air down there, eh?" I heard Kevin question me from above. Abandoning all sense of pride, I began to moan from under Kevin's ass: "Mmmph, ye..mph, plees, mmph, hel..helph!" I was starving for air, and then Kevin said "Well, I guess I better give you some air - some stinky air!" as he raised his ass up a fraction over my face. Not even paying attention to what Kevin had said, I was so grateful for the chance to get some air back into my lungs I started to take a deep breath through my nose just as Kevin cut loose with a powerful fart right in my face! "Brrraaapppp! ha, ha, yeah, that's it, breathe my fart in, loser. That's where your place is, smellin' my farts an' worshippin' my superior ass!"

I tried to get out from under Kevin, but his legs pinned my arms on either side of my body and as he settled his ass back down onto my face he announced with a confident voice that I was now a slave to his ass and feet, and I would kiss them whenever he commanded me to. I felt my face burning red with shame at being humiliated like this, but I really was pinned helplessly beneath Kevin and terrified of being smothered. So, when he mercififully lifted his ass up slightly off my face, brought his hand back over my face and snapped his fingers as his finger pointed to his ass crack, I puckered my lips and planted a kiss right on the seam running up the center of his ass in his tight faded blue jeans.

Then - without warning! - the game changed completely. Afterwards he told me that as I pressed my face there, he felt a sudden sexual shock. I guess that his ass-cheeks were open and that I had touched the star-shaped hole, the sensitive part. Whatever it was he began to wriggle against my face. I tried to hold him off and found that my hand was over his cock, and that it was erect ... and as he wriggled I was masturbating him. The jokiness had gone, and I could hear him breathing hard. He lifted himself off me, knelt up and unzipped himself.

"Let me ... " I whispered, and pulled down his pants, allowing his cock to escape, hard and purple-headed. "It's beautiful ... oh yes!" and I took it in my hand, pulling him towards me. I opened my mouth and took it in, tasting its tartness, hearing his gasps as I jerked him off. It was all over in minutes, as he emptied himself into me, and I collapsed back on the floor. I'd often tasted my own cum, and his wasn't too different - except that it was! Here was I, having tossed off another male into my mouth: was I gay? I'd never thought I was, and in fact was in the forefront among our friends whenever picking up girls was concerned, but I'd enjoyed this ...

"Wow!" Kevin gave a loud laugh. "I never thought ..."

"Me either ... but I liked it!"

"Me too ... never mind the slave bit ... this was much better. It was when you were touching me there ..."

"Yes I know ... like this do you mean?" I put my hand on his ass cheek near me.

"Yes ... yes, I guess that's it. Would you touch me ... my ass I mean?"

He turned round so that his back was to me and lifted himself up on all fours, presenting himself to me. I found my finger moving, almost of its own accord, to touch the tight opening.

Kevin moaned. "Have you ever played with yourself down there? really played, I mean? Gone inside?"

"Sometimes, yes - I've even tried to get my own dick in me ..."

"So have I! doesn't really work, though, does it?"

"No ... one minute ..." I leaned over to the bedside cabinet and found the KY Jelly I sometimes use for jerking off, and squirted some on my finger. "Will you let me ... " and without waiting for his answer I began to insert my finger into him. He was tight, but I put some more lube on my finger and got past the sphincter. He helped by pushing back against me, and soon I was knuckle-deep.

"Hold it like that for moment, Steve ... it feel so fucking good. Mmmmmmm..."