This story is fictional, I have never met or had any sexual intercourse with Brant Daugherty, this is a fictional sex story intended to make you jerk off and nothing more
Brant was different ever since he returned from his deployment. Usually he was a kind guy, who could hold interesting conversations. He seemed like one of those romantic poet type of guys. He always would discuss the book he was reading at the moment or would compliment you if he saw you feeling depressed.
He returned a week ago, and he is so changed. He has facial hair now and an angry primal look on him. Plus his entire body is ripped. I can see veins in his hands that pop as if they are ready to burst through his skin. Somehow this new Brant that doesn’t feel like my best friend, turns me on. He doesn’t talk a lot but he would say some stories from where he was and about his unit. He reminds me of a lion, a male proud lion. He isn’t depressed, he seems mature for his age. (He is 31).
His blue eyes are the only light thing in contrast with his tan skin.
I decided to make the most out of our friendship one night we were sitting at his balcony. He was shirtless and sweaty due to the warm summer weather. He was wearing jeans and he was drinking beer. We were laughing remembering stupid things we done and then I reached, me his male friend, and squeezed his knee. Nobody talked but the cincadas into the night for a moment that seemed like an eternity. All I needed for me to stop, was to hear a protest, or him to push my hand away from his knee. But he didn’t do anything. I didn’t dare to look at his eyes, I was transfixed at his knee, because I didn’t want to see rejection. I head the can of his beer being placed on the glass surface of the table next to him.
I moved my hand closer to his crotch area. Always slowly to give him time to push me away or stop me, he didn’t. I still wasn’t looking. I touched his manhood over the denim fabric. He was getting aroused. I could touch his fleshy cylinder under the denim. I could see his glistening, from the sweat, treasure trail.
I wasn’t looking at his face, I got on my knees in front of him. Transfixed at his crotch as I was unbuttoning his pants. The manly smell of his, touched my nostrils. I lowered his tight underwear and gasped at the size of his pride. Big, veiny, thick and ready. Ready to bring down any wall of resistance, to ruin any obstacle of virginity in any hole. His pubic hair were trimmed and framed his beautiful manhood adding to its magnificence. I almost felt lucky to suck his cock. I used my tongue to stimulate his glans. I felt it expand with my touch and I tasted the salty sweaty taste off of it. His soft gasp send ripples of pleasure on me, as if we were one.
I shaped my lips in a “o” shape and engulfed his glans, eyes closed, I sucked in his manhood and and heard his even louder “ahhhh”. His cock was hard as a missile. You couldn’t bend it even if you tried. What gave me the most pleasure though was that I could feel all of those veins with my lips. I sucked harder while I already had his manhood in my mouth, that made him jump with a “fuck!” escaping his lips and his hand grabbing my head. I was his now, he gave me rhythm with his hand. His waist shot upwards and his hand pushing me on his dick. I almost choked but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted to be used by this man. My eyes were watering, because he was challenging my gag reflexes. His glans almost hit my throat before he realized I was trying to cough. He removed his hand off of me and I let his dick slip out of my mouth slowly. It glistened by my saliva. His balls bounced softly, a sign of arousal.
I was sucking my best friend, but he didn’t feel that way anymore. He felt like he was a superior man, something I would never be. Wise, domineering, manly. I had to be his subject in order to be around him.
“You know what I want to do now?” He asked me in a deep mysterious voice
“What?” I asked still looking at his dick rather than his eyes.
“I want to fuck you so hard, that my dick will be forever imprinted inside your ass, I want you to be mine Kevin, do you understand me?” he said it like he needed to do that. He had the need to own me like that.
“I understand” I replied
“What is your answer?” he asked me impatiently
“I want it too Brant, own me please” I said almost sobbing, not from sadness. I sobbed because of how much I needed him. I wanted it so badly.
He stood up and he took me by my hand and lead me to his bedroom.
I sat on his bed, still not looking at his eyes. I watched him remove his clothes. Completely naked he stood there, with the lights by the lamp of the street giving him a soft glow. It made his body look even more primitive and beautiful.
He leaned close to me and he almost drank my lips in a manly kiss. I never had gay sex before, and I never kissed a guy before but I was surprised at how much I needed that. It almost as if we merged just by the touch of our lips. His facial hair grazed my clean shaven face. But even that added to the pleasure. As he was kissing me he was pushing me to lean on my back as he was taking position between my legs. When I was laying on my back he lead my arms by my head and held them there. His breath hot on my skin. I couldn’t help but look at his eyes. His blue eyes were pinned on mine. I managed to see a glimpse of lust in his eyes before he buried his face on my neck, kissing me there while I felt his manhood poking my butthole.
“Say you want me!” he pleaded in a muffled voice as he was still kissing my neck.
“I want you, I want you!” I responded. I meant it.
“Tell me something Kevin” he said and stopped kissing me. His eyes now back on mine.
“What?” I asked smiling like an idiot.
“Tell me, am I your first? I need to be your first” he said as if that was important.
“I have never been intimate with another guy Brant” I replied. His doubt softened and he went back to business. With my legs around his waist, and our bodies touching, I felt like I could cum at any minute. Feeling a hot soldier guy throbbing against you, wasn’t something it happened everyday. Especially when that soldier was your hot handsome best friend.
He lifted my legs and he buried his dick inside my ass. I gasped. My first cock was a big one too. I tried to remain confident and I hid my panic and pain as he was sliding it in. My ass was filled with Brant. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. I cried out as he did a small thrust. He smiled at me, more like, he smirked. I didn’t want to hide my face, I wanted him to see my expressions. I wanted him to see what he was doing to me. He grabbed my legs and started fucking me in a butterfly position
My gasps became cries as I felt my ass protesting against his new ruler, Brant.
My own dick bounced hard back and forth on my belly as Brant was fucking me. He was smirking all the way. He had a primal look on his eyes. I realized I felt the need to spread my legs, instead of closing them my own body was owned by Brant Daugherty, my best friend.
“Do you like it?” he was asking me in a rough voice, panting but never stopping
“Yes sir, yes! I like it!” I sobbed trying to fit his entire manhood in my ass.
“That’s what I like to hear from you! Who am I?” He asked me. I was confused. What he wanted to hear?
“Who am I Kevin?” he asked me again. His waist relentlessly fucking me.
“You’re my daddy” I said crying, not from pain or sadness. I felt emotional.
“That’s right, I’m your daddy Kevin!” he growled and he slammed against me. Burying deep his dick. I felt his balls move against my ass, as they launched his sperm inside me. I groaned with him too. We were one. When he finished shooting his load. He leaned on me and stayed there on my neck. I realized he slept on me. I felt bliss, pure bliss as I hugged his muscular torso and kissed his neck.