Finally today's the day, Trey has been waiting to see his best friend for a while now. Trey has missed Skylar so much ever since he left for college but now Trey's standing right in front of the door to Skylar's dorm, anxiety rushing through him. Trey slowly raises his arm to knock on the door but the door swings opened before he can.
Skylar stands before him and quickly pulls Trey into an embrace, "My guy! I thought I heard you out here!", Skylar exclaims.
"Hey Skylar! It's been awhile, how've you been", Trey says in a nervous manner.
"It's been fucking dog shit but having you here is making it all better", Skylar responded bluntly.
The boys pull away from each other slowly, locking eyes. An awkward silence settles between them for a moment.
Trey spoke first his expression growing more serious. "I've been thinking a lot about us, you know?"
Skylar's smile faltered, a hint of uncertainty flashing across his face. "Us? Like, what do you mean?"
Trey took a deep breath, his heart racing. "I mean, I've had feelings for you, Skylar. More than just friendship."
Skylar's eyes widened, his smile frozen in place. "You... what?"
Trey felt his cheeks flush, but he pressed on, his voice low and earnest. "I know it's weird and probably the last thing you expected to hear from me, but I can't ignore it anymore."
Skylar remained still, his eyes searching Trey's face for a clue, a hint of a joke, but all he found was sincerity. "Trey, are you saying...?"
"I'm saying I think we should explore this," Trey said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I know it's out of the blue, but we've always been there for each other. I trust you."
Trey leaned in, their lips met, a tentative brush at first, a soft exploration of textures and tastes. Trey's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Skylar's hand cupped the back of his neck, drawing him closer.
The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, a dance of tongues and teeth. Trey's fingers tangled in Skylar's hair, pulling him closer. He tasted Skylar's warmth, the slight saltiness of his skin, the sweetness of his breath. Both boys walked in sync into the dorm room, closing the door behind them. Trey frantically pulls off his best friend's shirt. The kiss became more urgent, more passionate. Trey's hands roamed over Skylar's back, exploring Skylar's bare chest. Skylar's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Trey's waist, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of his hip.
Their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them growing with each passing moment. The world dissolved into the feel of Skylar's lips against his, the taste of him, the intoxicating scent of his skin.
The kiss grew heavier, more demanding, a desperate plea for connection. Trey's breath hitched in his throat, his body responding to the raw intensity of Skylar's touch. He felt a surge of desire, a primal need to be closer, to be one with Skylar.
They broke apart for a moment, both breathless, their eyes locked in a haze of passion. Their chests rose and fell in unison, a silent symphony of their shared longing. Their lips found each other again, this time with a fierceness that bordered on desperation. Trey pulls back from Skylar's mouth and started to kiss down his throat. Skylar tilted his head back giving Trey more access. Trey's fingers plucked at Skylar's nipples as he kissed the autistic boy. Trey bit gently along Skylar's chest, drawing groans out from his best friend's mouth.
Trey pulled back, leaving him wanting more and shivering from the sudden loss of warmth from his sweet kisses. Trey quickly took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. He bit gently, slowly increasing the pressure, while using his hand to twist the other nipple between his fingers. Skylar squirms from the overstimulating pleasure….
Skylar pushes Trey into the wall and kisses him hard taking control. His tongue now prodding at Trey's lips, willing them to open. Their tongues fighting passionately, tasting each other. Both start panting and whimpering between sloppy kisses. Trey starts grinding his hips into Skylar. (Oh friction! Glorious friction!)A problem begins to form in Skylar's jeans, his cock straining against the fabric of his briefs. Trey notices with a smirk on his face and he immediately slides his hands down Skylar's chest to undo his pants.
Unzipping Skylar's pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one sweep, Skylar's questionable black cock bounces freely in front of Trey, throbbing as the sudden cold air stings his skin. Trey kisses the side of the sensitive appendage up to the tip, a pearly bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit, Trey licks playfully over the head tasting Skylar's tism milk, Skylar moans loud, his back arching slightly at the attention.
Trey doesn't wait and takes all of Skylar's length into his mouth. Holding Skylar's hips down to keep him from bucking, Trey hollows out his cheeks and hums.
Skylar groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
"God, Trey. You're *huff* too good *pant* at *moan* this.", Skylar moaned, feeling the hot wetness of his best friend's mouth on his BBC.
"I missed *grunt* you my guy"
Grabbing a handful of Trey's hair forcing him to bob his head faster along his cock back and forth, drool dripping out of Trey's mouth. Trey took his best friend's length in as far as he could fit down his throat (Sweet Magnificent Gargling!). With his fingers, he gathered the copious amount of spit that leaked from his mouth and gently played with the large dark sac, squeezing and pulling in rhythm. Trey sucked hard on the head in quick successions. His tongue moved against the shaft fast, moving in and out of his mouth. He kept sucking, listening to the Tism boy grunt above him. Skylar patted Trey's head as a silent order to stop. Trey pulled off with a pop and looked up at him with slight confusion.
"Get on the bed and undress, I got a surprise for you my guy" ,Skylar says as he retreats toward his closet.
Trey obeys, walking toward the bed while sliding each article of clothing off his body and sits at the edge completely naked. Skylar returns holding a box in his arms.
"We're going to have some fun tonight" ,Skylar exclaims catching a glimpse of Trey's 8 1/2 inch weeping cock twitching with anticipation and excitement of what's about to happen.
"What's in the box Skylar?" Trey basically whispered, not sure if he wants to know.
With deft fingers, Skylar unlocked the box, revealing an assortment of shiny metal, velvety fabrics, and intricate knots of rope. Trey's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation, his breath hitching as Skylar carefully selected a set of nipple screws and a vibrating cock ring. The metal was cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat building in his chest as he watched Skylar's eyes light up with each item he pulled out.
Skylar's gaze never left Trey's as he approached the bed, his movements smooth and deliberate. He climbed onto the mattress, straddling Trey's thighs and placing the toys to the side. He reached for the rope, the fibers gliding through his hands.
"Trust me," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as he took Trey's wrists and began to tie them together.
Once secured, Skylar leaned in, his breath warm against Trey's ear.
"This is going to be a night you'll never forget my guy," he whispered, his excitement palpable.
Trey nodded, his pulse pounding in his ears. The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and desire that had him squirming beneath Skylar's weight.
Skylar picked up the nipple screws, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he held them up for Trey to see. They were small, with delicate, twisting mechanisms that promised a sharp, focused pleasure. He began to gently twist one into Trey's right nipple, the cold metal sending a jolt of sensation through his body. Trey gasped, his eyes closing as he felt the unfamiliar pressure build. Skylar mirrored the action on the left, the screws biting into the tender pink flesh, the pain a sudden and intense bloom that made him arch his back.
The vibrating cock ring was next, a sleek black band that Skylar rolled down Trey's shaft, settling it at the base with a snug fit. He flicked it on, the buzzing starting low and steady, and Trey's eyes shot open as the vibrations rippled through him. The sensation was maddening, a constant pulse of pleasure that made him strain against the ropes. Skylar chuckled, his hands moving to tease Trey's now-sensitive nipples. He twisted the screws, watching as the pink flesh around them grew taut, and Trey's breath hitched in response.
Their gazes locked, the air thick with desire as Skylar reached for the lube. He squeezed a generous amount onto his palm, warming it between his fingers before taking Trey's erection in hand. Skylar bends down and licks Trey's slit tasting the mountain boy's cream that's built up. The smooth slide of his palm over the vibrating ring was heavenly, and Trey couldn't help but moan as Skylar began to pump him slowly, up and down, exploring every inch of Trey's schlong. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo building within him with each stroke.
Skylar's hand worked in tandem with the vibrations, the dual sensations overwhelming as he varied his pace and pressure. Trey's hips bucked, trying to seek more, his bound wrists straining against the ropes as he withered in pleasure. The nipple screws tugged with every movement, the pain melding with the pleasure into a symphony of sensation that had him panting for more.
"You're so beautiful my guy," Skylar murmured, his own breathing ragged as he watched Trey's body respond to his ministrations.
"You're my fucking slave tonight, you got that my little peasant?", Skylar barked in a seductive manner.
"Ye-ye- yes master", Trey stuttered in response.
Skylar leaned down, capturing one of the beaded nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing the metal. Trey's moan was a desperate plea, and Skylar suckled harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he twisted the screw. The vibrations grew stronger, the ring pulsing in time with Skylar's strokes. Skylar's free hand trailed down Trey's body, his fingertips dancing over his torso before finally reaching the throbbing head of his cock. He circled the slit with a slick digit, teasing the sensitive skin as he continued to milk him with the ring. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure bordering on pain, and he didn't know if he could take much more.
But Skylar wasn't done.
Skylar's mouth left Trey's nipple with a wet pop, and he leaned back, admiring his handiwork. Trey's chest heaved with each breath, his eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and pain. Skylar knew he was close, so close to that sweet edge where pleasure and agony blurred into one exquisite sensation. He leaned in and whispered, "Ready for more?"
Trey's nod was almost imperceptible, but it was all the invitation Skylar needed (even if it wasn't an invitation, it didn't matter). He picked up the bottle of lube, coating his fingers once more before sliding them down to tease the tight, vulnerable, quivering entrance of Trey's body. Trey's muscles tensed as the tip of Skylar's finger brushed him, the coldness of the gel sending a shiver through his frame. Skylar took his time, pushing in and out gently, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come.
Trey's asshole felt tight and hot around Skylar's fingers.
"Relax you fucking peasant, let me into that lovely hole of yours my guy. There's no escaping my wrath", the black cock autistic boy demanded.
The vibrations grew more intense, the cock ring now a relentless drumbeat of pleasure against Trey's most sensitive spot. Skylar's fingers dug deeper into Trey's ass hole, aggressively finger fucking the other boy's entrance. The vibrations from the ring echoing through his prostate. Trey's eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his climax. The pressure was unrelenting, and with each twist of the nipple screws, the pleasure grew more intense. He wanted to beg for more, to scream out Skylar's name, but all he could do was pant and whimper, his body no longer his own.
Skylar begins to pump his own cock, preparing his abnormal black length to mercilessly destroy his best friend's hole. The mattress shifted as Skylar positioned himself between Trey's legs, his own erection pressing against Trey's thigh. Trey could feel the heat of Skylar's body, the weight of his cock, and the wetness of his arousal. Skylar's hand moved away from Trey's cock, leaving it throbbing and desperate for contact. Trey felt a moment of panic, but it was quickly replaced with a feeling of utter bliss as Skylar's lubricated cock slid against his entrance. The anticipation was unbearable, his muscles clenching around the head of Skylar's cock, begging for more, he craved more with every gasp and moan that escaped his lips
Skylar didn't disappoint. With a slow, deliberate push, he entered Trey, inch by agonizing inch. Trey's body stretched to accommodate him, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. The pain was brief, quickly replaced by a deep, all-encompassing pleasure that made his toes curl. Skylar paused, giving Trey a moment to adjust, before starting to move. The first thrust was a shock, a white-hot bolt of pain that made him cry out. But Skylar didn't relent, didn't slow down. Each thrust was a declaration of love and ownership, each gasp a testament to their passion. Skylar could feel Trey's muscles tighten around him, the grip of his ass a silent plea for more. Their rhythm grew more frantic, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of harsh breaths and whispered pleas. (Harmonious CLAPPING!) Skylar's grip on Trey tightened, his hips pounding into Trey. Trey's cock was rock-hard, slapping against his own stomach with each movement, begging for release. Trey could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable. Skylar's strokes grew more erratic, his breathing more ragged, as he approached his own climax. Skylar's hand found its way to Trey's hair, pulling him back so their eyes met.
"You like this, don't you?" he growled.
Trey's only response was a strangled nod, his eyes glazed with lust. Skylar's grip tightened, pulling his hair as he drove into him harder, deeper. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of sensation that seemed to last an eternity. Trey's moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with Skylar's thrusts. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, as if to better focus on the sensations overwhelming him. Skylar watched, entranced by the sight of Trey's mouth open in silent cries, his chest heaving with every sharp intake of breath. Skylar slipped his fingers into the peasant boy's mouth forcing him to suck his fingers while he moaned. Trey took them eagerly, sucking and licking as if they were the sweetest treat he'd ever tasted.
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The only thing that existed was the two of them, their love a tangible force that surrounded them. Trey's body tightened, his muscles quivering with the effort to hold on, but Skylar's hand moved on his weeping manhood, stroking him in time with their lovemaking, pushing him over the edge. With a roar, they came together, their bodies shaking with the force of their shared release. Skylar's warmth filled Trey, mixing with his own, marking him in a way that was more profound than any physical brand could ever be. The world outside ceased to matter as they clung to each other, their hearts pounding in unison.
Trey's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. The nipple screws sent jolts of electricity through him with every pulse of his heart, reminding him of the claim Skylar had made on him. He didn't mind, though. In fact, it only served to heighten his euphoria. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion.
Skylar's grip on Trey's hips tightened, his thrusts deepening as he emptied himself completely. His breath was hot and ragged against Trey's neck, their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together as they rode out the last waves of their shared ecstasy. Cum poured onto Trey's stomach as Skylar continued to milk every drop out of him The room was filled with the scent of sex and desire, a heady perfume that seemed to seal their bond even tighter. Finally, with a final shudder, Skylar stilled, his cock still buried deep inside Trey. He leaned down and licked Trey's cum off his stomach and kissed him softly, letting Trey taste the salt of his own cum.
"I love you my guy," he murmured against Trey's lips, the words a gentle contrast to the fierce possession of their earlier actions.
Trey's eyes fluttered open, his vision swimming with emotion. He searched Skylar's face, finding the truth in those dark, intense eyes. He didn't need to say the words back; his body had already confessed for him. The love they shared was written in every gasp, every tremble, every drop of cum that now painted their skin.
Slowly, Skylar withdrew, his cock glistening with a mix of their juices. The absence of his cock leaving Trey feeling oddly empty. He reached up, his bound hands clumsy, and cupped Skylar's face.
"I love you, too," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the cries of pleasure.
Skylar's cum leaked out of Trey's ass hole, the autistic boy noticed and decided to slurp up the white cream dripping and oozing out of his lover's used hole. Skylar's tongue began to lick at Trey's ass hole, cleaning him up. Skylar's tongue probed in and out of his best friend's hole causing Trey to flinch, his hole sensitive for being mercilessly stretched out and used. He felt Skylar's tongue delve into his ass, tasting his own cum, and the thought of it made him hard again. Skylar looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"You like that?" he asked, and Trey could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Skylar took his time, savoring every drop, until Trey was clean. Then, with a final swipe of his tongue, he sat back, his own cock still semi-hard. Skylar reached down and gripped his cock, which had begun to swell again, and Trey could see the determination in his eyes. He knew what was coming next, and his body responded eagerly.
Without a word, Skylar flipped Trey onto his stomach, his hand still gripping the base of his cock. Trey's ass was still slick with their combined juices, and Skylar took full advantage, sliding back in with ease. The new angle sent waves of pleasure through Trey, making him moan. Skylar's thrusts grew harder, more demanding, and Trey pushed back into them, taking every inch. He could feel Skylar's balls slapping against him. The second round was even more intense than the first. Skylar's rhythm was punishing, he didn't stop, didn't ease up, he just kept pushing until he was fully sheathed, the head of his cock hitting Trey's prostate with a force and Trey could do nothing but take it, his moans turning to whimpers of pleasure. His own cock was rock hard again, dripping with desire, bobbing with each thrust.
Skylar's hand found its way to Trey's ass, his palm coming down hard on the firm flesh, turning Trey's pale cheek red from the abrupt force. The sting made Trey's eyes water, but the pleasure that followed was indescribable. He moaned, his body arching back into the touch.
The tism was tisming as Skylar vigorously slapped Trey's ass over and over. The echo of each slap ringing in his ear like a beautiful melody.
"That's it," Skylar said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Take it like the slut you are."
Skylar reached around, taking Trey's cock in his hand. The combined sensation was too much, and Trey came with a shout, his body shaking with the force of his release. Cum spurted out making a creamy mess on the bed.
Skylar followed shortly after once again, his own climax ripping through him like a storm, overfilling Trey's ass with his autistic juice. He collapsed on top of Trey, pulling out, his softening cock slipping from Trey with a wet sound. (Pure Moist Perfection!) Skylar released Trey's bound wrists and freed his nipples and cock from the toys carefully. Skylar ran his fingers through the puddle of milk left on the bed, scooping it into his mouth, tasting his best friend's sweet intoxicating nectar. They then lay entwined in a sweaty, sticky mess of limbs. They remained that way for a few moments, Skylar's hand still cupping Trey's ass, his thumb idly stroking the abused flesh, until they both unintentionally fall asleep in each other's arms…
The End.