Keaton - Yellow Pill (Patreon)

I slowly pulled my dick out of his ass and rolled onto my back.

“Fuck Keaton, I thought you were trying to rip my ass in half,” Cash groaned, still lying on his stomach, his glistening, muscled ass on full display, completely fucked out.

I hooked my thumb in the ring, slipped it off, tied a knot at the end, and then wadded it up in some tissues before tossing it into the trash. “Well, if you gave me some ass more often, I might be able to control myself,” I slapped his ass, and he groaned again.

I slipped on my boxers, tucking away my spent 8.5” cut masterpiece. I’m just thick enough that I make guys jealous, but not so thick bottoms bitch out on me when I push into their second ring.

Cash didn’t say anything as I finished getting dressed.

“I’ll hit you up later,” I said, leaning in to give him a little kiss, making sure he continues to feel for me the way he has since the first time we fucked back in freshmen year at Penn State. Now here we are five years later, and he still acts like he’s not in love with me even though he lets me dick him down whenever I need some ass. I purposely beat dat ass up when he’s had a few drinks; he’ll make me pull out when he’s sober if I try to be aggressive. So, I take advantage when I can. He never lets me fuck him raw, though. I tried when we both took Molly at a party our senior year, but even then, he was a condom nazi.

As I was walking back to my apartment, I got a text from my boy Stephon about a party my ex was throwing, suggesting we crash. I don’t usually partake in childish shit like that, but this bitch tried to blow up my spot. She knows I’m bi; she said she was cool with it, but then when I catch her cheating on me, she tried to tell people she had to do it to get some dick because my ass is too gay to take care of her needs. Most people laughed it off. They don’t know I’m bi, and I did a good job keeping my hookups far enough out of my circle to make sure they didn’t accidentally overlap. But fucking Monica, I thought we were in love and that she might be the one.

One night, after a few drinks and a few prerolls, we got to talking, and she confessed she had a full-on relationship with another woman back in college that lasted almost a full year. In my moment of haze and feeling a bit vulnerable, I confessed that I had been with other men. It ignited a fire in her; she was so turned on by it we fucked so hard that night. It was by far the best sex I had ever had. While she was riding me, she leaned back in the sexiest way, her tits bouncing as she bounced on my cock, and she slipped a finger down between my legs and played with my ass, and I let her in. It didn’t take long, and I nutted almost instantly for that.

I was dumb as fuck for telling her. She pumped me for all the details in the coming weeks. Telling me she was going to buy a strap-on and peg me, all kinds of shit. But she was really just collecting information to blow up my spot. When I found her riding some dude who she works with in our bed, I fucking lost it. I kicked his naked ass out and flipped out on her. She broke up with me for that, and then without me saying anything, she couldn’t keep her lips shut any more than her legs, and the shit she was talking started getting around. I laughed it off, asking my homies, “Really? Damn, how big was this dick, not bigger than mine, I hope?” and other jokes to make her seem like a fool, but fuck, she really pissed me off.

“Where’s the party?” I text him back.

I thought about rounding up the homies and making a scene. I thought about just showing up, fucking the daylights out of her because I know she loves my dick, and then ghosting her. I thought about a lot of ways to pay her back. What I hadn’t thought about was what I would do if she wasn’t there.

By the time I walked across the city to the party, I guess she left. I made my way in, charming everyone I met. I didn’t know any of the people there, but they all seemed nice. It was a really nice place, too. Whoever lives there definitely has money. They had the good drinks, a plate of pills, and prerolls available for anyone; it was like the kind of shit you see in movies.

I had already had a few drinks and smoked more than my fair share before I finally found someone who knew Monica. He told me she left early on. “She only popped in to grab up Marcus to go out,” this dude grinned at me with his Taye Diggs-looking smile.

“Wait, Monica is dating a Marcus?” I couldn’t help but chuckle; I don’t even know why it was funny.

“Bruh, she’s one of the bitches Marcus is fucking. I wouldn’t call it dating, though.” He said, leaning in so I could be heard over the music.

Fuck, this dude was sexy. As he leaned in, his skin-tight deep-V t-shirt flexed with his muscles. His shaved head made me wonder what his dick looked like, and I’m not gonna lie, his waist is small, but his arms let you know he could fuck you up if you step outta line. His scent cut through the smoke, and I felt myself drawn to him, like a switch was flipped, and I completely forgot why I had come to this party. I had a new mission. I can’t even blame the horniness because I only just finished fucking Cash about three hours ago, and this dude had my dick chubbing up already. “I’m Keaton.”

“I’m Julius; my boys call me Jules, though,” he said, giving me a fist bump and a smile.

We smoked a bit more, and then he went to the bathroom, came back, handed me a little yellow pill, and then put a blue one on his wide pink tongue and swallowed it. I didn’t even ask; I just swallowed it and hoped for the best. The vibes he was giving me were definitely like he wanted to hook up, and I didn’t want to waste it.

We drank a bit more, and he was telling me a story about him and his homies in a pickup game recently when I felt the pill kick in. It hit hard. Suddenly, I could feel the music, the colors tasted better, and Jules’ scent was intoxicating. I don’t even know how long I was staring at him after he stopped talking, but when his hand started to massage my shoulder, it brought me back into it.

“You ok?” He asked, his big brown eyes stealing my soul. Damn, this dude is fine, and he knows it too.

I grinned and closed my eyes for much longer than a blink before opening them again, “Bro, I’m fucking…good,” I chuckled.

“Maybe you should go lay down in my room?” He said, sounding concerned.

I hadn’t realized he lived here, and if I were sober, I would’ve run, but the idea of going into the spot where he sleeps, jerks off, fucks, took over all my thoughts, and I found myself walking up the stairs with him, checking out his ass the entire way. Fuck he had a nice ass. His pants were skinny-fit, and I could see the outline of his boxer briefs through the thin fabric as he took each step to the next floor. I really wanted to get my tongue between his ass cheeks and, if God loves me, my dick in that worked-out ass.

As we reached the top of the stairs, he pushed open the first door to a huge, perfectly organized bedroom that was much more adult than mine. His walls had paintings instead of posters, no clothes on the floor, the bed was made like a hotel, and the lamps had a warm glow on each end table. The other walls had some hidden light glowing in a rich purple, making the entire room feel like a Vegas hotel room. The smell, though, that was all him. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath as soon as I crossed the threshold into his personal space, letting his scent fill my lungs like a good toke on a blunt.

I dove onto his bed, face first, drinking in his smell from the comforter and then rolling onto my back with my legs dangling off the side of the bed. I heard his deep voice chuckle before I felt him grab my right foot and pull off my Air Force Ones. I felt myself drifting a little, but I pushed myself to stay awake.

“You don’t want to sleep in those,” I heard him say, sounding a bit far away, even though he was undoing my belt.

I chuckled, “You just want to get me naked,” I laughed, instinctively raising my ass so he could pull my jeans down.

“Is that something you want?” I heard him ask, feeling his big hands rubbing my upper thighs gently upwards until he was massaging the outline of my big cock.

“Mmm, yeah,” I moaned. My cock was quickly springing to life, and I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down quickly but with force so I didn’t have to lift my ass for him. I felt the cool air hit my dick and put my hands behind my head. This mutha fucker gonna suck my dick with them sexy lips and swallow my second nut for today. I wonder if he will smell the condom I haven’t washed off from earlier? Fuck if I care. I spread my legs for him as I lay there.

When he didn’t immediately start sucking my dick, I forced my eyes open; in a haze, I could see him standing at his tall dresser, digging through the top drawer, buck naked. His ass looks so good in this light, like something an artist would carve into marble so they could remember it for days…wait centuries after fucking him. I reached down to my cock and started to slowly stroke the beast until I felt the heat of his body between my spread legs.

He rubbed my legs with his hands, and I heard him mumble something.

“What?” I lifted my head and squinted to try and see him clearly. His body was sick; his dick looked to be about as big as mine too, but with more of a downward curve and a thicker head with a fireman helmet shape.

“Scoot up on the bed,” he said a little louder.

“Oh,” I chuckled, flopping around on the bed until I was facing the right way, with my head up by the pillows and in the center, spreading my legs for him to climb in and start sucking.

He got between my legs, and instead of sucking, he pulled a move on me, some sort of ninja type shit, and managed to flip me onto my stomach without any help from me, and the next thing I know, his hands are spreading my cheeks and his tongue is licking at my hole like it’s a pussy.

“Mmm…fuck bro, that feels good,” I mumbled. I’ve eaten ass before, but picturing Jules’ pretty pink tongue, the one I watched swallow that blue pill earlier…fuck, it made my ass open for him. Now that I think about it, why was the pill he gave me yellow if his was blue?

Jules kept working my ass, and instead of waiting for him to get to my dick, I arched up to let him get deeper and wrapped my hand around my cock to slowly squeeze and rub myself. I haven’t let a dude play with my ass in a long time, and he seemed to be getting off on eating me out. Darting his tongue in, gently chewing on the lips of my outer ring, massaging my ass, fuck, he was making a meal outta me, and I was trying not to moan like a bitch so the people downstairs didn’t hear me.

He slapped my ass pretty hard before scooting up and straddling my legs, letting his long hard dick slide between the mounds. Squeezing my chocolate mountains together around his cock, I heard him moan, a trick I picked up from fucking Cash all these years.

“Fuck bro, you really want this dick, don’t you?” Jules said in a pleased tone.

I had to think about this for a second. Was he…was he trying to fuck me?

He uncapped a tube of lube, drizzling it on my ass crack and his cock, stroking himself to coat all of his inches, making that familiar fapping sound.

I popped up on my elbows and turned my head, the room spinning, “Bruh, what are you doing?”

I could barely make out his silhouette with the lamp to his right and a purple light splashing on the wall behind him. He leaned over me, holding himself up with one arm, stroking his dick with the other he started sliding his meat up and down my crack. The fat head worked right over my hole, and with the lube, I felt it catch and try to push into me. The sting was intense, though, and I bucked him off quick as I scooted another foot up the bed until my head hit the headboard.

“Ahh, shit man, damn, what the fuck are you doing?” I groaned.

He scooted back up on me, pulling my hand away from rubbing my ass, and his cock went right back to that spot and pushed in. The pain shot through me, right up my hole and into my guts, “Shhh…nu…ungh,” I grunted and squealed, trying to pull away, but my head was already up against the leather headboard of his bed, and the full weight of his body was on me, I had nowhere to go, and the air was pushed out of my lungs by the shock of his cock.

“Shhh, just relax, give me this ass,” he whispered as he continued to slowly push all of his inches into me, popping his head into my second hole, which made me squeal out another moan as he rearranged my guts.

I was shocked; I don’t know how I got into this position, but this fucking dude was balls-deep in me. I felt my hand curled back, trying to push his tight waist back, but I was at the way wrong angle to do anything but caress his smooth skin as his abs flexed in my hand.

“Ahh, fuck, bruh, ungh…it’s too big,” I grunted.

He chuckled, “Nah, I’m all the way in, just relax and let me fuck you,” he held himself deep for another minute before he slowly started to pull out, giving me temporary relief, and then pushed back in quicker than before. Repeating this move until he was rock hard and slammed into my hole.

“Ungh, fuck,” I groaned.

“Yeah, that’s it, take that fucking cock,” he groaned, slamming into me again. Setting a rhythm of deep dicking, slamming his hips into my ass, and grinding into me.

His thick head started massaging my prostate as the sting finally subsided, and it started quickly going from painful to amazing. “Shit, man,” I groaned, wrapping my legs back to pull his ass into me with the next thrust.

“That’s it, fuck you’re tight,” he grunted on the next stroke.

He pulled my ass up into doggy and started really fucking me. He skillfully pulled at least six of his 8 or 9 inches out of me and then slammed back into me in such a fast and forceful way you could hear his hips slamming into me, echoing through the room. If anyone walked by, they would hear me moaning into the pillow and our bodies slapping into each other, and I didn’t care; it felt so fucking good I wanted him to fuck the life out of me.

He flipped me over again, this time onto my back, putting my legs on his muscular shoulders, and pushed his cock right back into the hilt.

“Mmm, fuck me,” I moaned.

He flashed me that sexy smile, and his hips started snaking into me, slow but deep strokes. He was enjoying my ass just as much as I was his cock. He leaned on my legs, folding me in half until he could kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my hands moving up to feel his shaved head as his tongue wrestled with mine. Our moans synced up, our breathing synced up; I rocked my hips up to meet his thrusts, letting him get the root of his cock in me with ease. I was in a state of bliss I’ve only ever heard existed.

He broke our kiss, “Fuck, I’m about to bust, you want me to nut in you?”

This triggered that little part of my brain that was still functioning. I reached down his back and behind his ass to feel his shaved balls, then the root of his cock, and confirmed what I suspected: he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Oh fuck,” I started to say, then he kissed me, grinding into me and making my toes curl.

Then with a moan into my mouth, he started thrusting hard up into me; three more short thrusts, then I felt his cock expand inside me and twitch. On the next thrust, I felt the heat of his load blast deep in my guts like a fire hose coating my burning inner ring as he moaned into my mouth, shoving his tongue down my throat. His cock twitched again, and he pulled halfway out, smearing the next few ropes of cum all up and down my anal walls as he continued to unload inside me and shoved back in with a groan. Finally, curling his body up into me as the last of his load drizzled out into me, I felt his cock stop twitching, and he just held me tight. His body curled and tangled up in mine so tight you’d need the jaws of life to separate us.

He finally broke our kiss and took a deep breath. “Fuck,” he huffed, slowly rocking his hips away from my ass so his deflating cock slipped out of me, leaving me feeling empty but warm inside. He plopped onto his back next to me, his chest rising and falling in the dim light. “Bruh, that was some good ass,” he beamed with pride.

I didn’t know what to think. The room was spinning hard so I just rolled onto my back, closed my eyes and drifted off to the sound of Jule’s heavy breathing.

I woke up around 4:30 am. It was dark as fuck; the only light was coming from under the door from the hallway. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I still felt off but was coming down enough to know I needed to get the fuck out of there. I quietly slipped off the bed and rummaged around for my clothes. Thankfully, they were right there on the floor on his side of the bed. I pulled my pants on, then my shirt, and found my boxer briefs by my shoes. I slipped the shoes on, thankfully I still had my socks on, then snuck out of the room as gracefully as possible, underwear in my hand.

I tip-toed down the stairs, there were a bunch of people passed out on the couches, the TV playing “Are We There Yet” with the sound off. The girl curled up with one of the guys on the sofa popped her head up, her makeup all kinds of fucked; she squinted at me, and I froze. Then she put her head back down, and I snuck out the front door.

Once I got a few blocks away, I called an Uber and got my ass home. I passed out on the car ride, then went to bed in my clothes as soon as I got home.

When I woke up around noon, with a wicked hangover, I stripped down and climbed in the shower. My ass still slick from the lube. I put a hand on the cool tile wall, letting the hot water run down my body and started stroking my cock. Picturing Jules fucking me, how good his raw dick felt, and that he just nut in me. That his nut was still in me. I flexed my ass and stretched my leg muscles, pumping my fist, feeling my balls tighten, and I bust my nut all over the shower walls and floor.

I haven’t fucked raw in so long, I forgot how good it feels. Better believe the next time I’m with Cash he’s taking it raw.