Walking in on him

My friend doesn’t know I know. He thinks his secret is his and no one else. I know. He doesn’t know how much I know. How much I thought and fantasized about the day. He thought it was an accident, a roll of the dice but I knew. I knew he knew too, when the flush and embarrassment changed. He knew I knew, that’s why he didn’t stop, and why I closed the door behind me. If he didn’t know I knew he definitely didn’t care in those moments.
The sweater I let him borrow was put to use, I wonder how many times he had returned it after this kind of use without my knowledge. But last night he showed me what he had been doing in it. I would say the friction and the lack there was, when his hand rubbed against his wet pussy is what broke the silence, but it’s not what had me fixated. His soft breaths echoed through my head and I knew he wanted me to see him like this. He showed me it all, the way his fingers danced through his lips, came up and swirled around the quarter of an inch he called a dick. His fingertips lapping it with each gentle thrust of his hips. I could see his eyes and how they fixated on mine, how they perceived me and how they lusted for me. His secret wasn’t his anymore and he revealed his intent on making it ours.
I don’t know if it was his eyes that drew me in or the gentle grin that grew across his face when I sat next to him. Nevertheless my fingers found their way inside him. A instinctual gasp almost escaped his palm, but he feared our friends outside might hear and come to check on us. After all he made quite a scene when he remised himself to escape to my room all by himself in a huff. In fact that was the initial excuse I had to enter myself, a checkup to see how he was feeling. A perfectly normal reason to excuse myself from the company of our friends and spend the next how ever long alone here with him.
His pussy spread to the pressure of my fingers and I felt his hips arching towards me as he rubbed more vigorously than before. The cuff of my sweater now locked between his teeth catching his moans between frantic breaths. I could feel him tightening around each digit and the force I used grew and grew with each thrust. I could tell it was building up and his eyes sunk and rolled as I palmed his wet pussy and felt it constrict my knuckles. His control over his excess noise grew weaker and weaker so my palm became his muzzle and my fingers continued their work as his toy. After prolonged play I could feel his breath steaming between my fingers and his pussy quivered against my knuckles, releasing the pent up lust that had been building up that day. It dripped down my palm and pulled around the gap between his thighs and ass. I slowly pulled my fingers out form him releasing more as I did so. I gently whiped them off on his thigh and noticed as he sunk into the hoodie. His face was red and the embarrassment rushed through his cheeks, I could tell from the faint whimper that a part of him regretted what had just transpired. In a panic to make him feel reciprocated I lunged up and quietly reaffirmed my participation to him.
I don’t know when my belt was undone in the frenzy, I must of done it out of subconscious desire when I lost myself inside. The thoughts and emotions whirled through my head and in act of pent up stupor I must of undid both my belt and button. The look of embarrassment ran through his face 10 fold to my confusion. That was until I had noticed my underwear pulled slightly down past my hips, barely still on as the rest was pitched up firmly around my cock. My face matched his as I tried to fumble for my pants before he gently grabbed it.
My body felt pale looking down at him avoiding eye contact. Words failed to leave my lips before his did and in a simple proposition he asked to return the favor. His eyes avoided mine like the plague and his face beat with red turned to my direction. I didn’t respond verbally but pulling the rest of my underwear down spoke for me. His little hand grasped around the base and his other hand came to join it. I could tell the embarrassment he had painted across his face was a different shade of red now. His eyes still averted mine but still he could tell the difference between us just by the feel. His hands stroke me back slowly and the heft of my balls swayed with it. Each stroke he built up the courage until not to far after, his eyes were firmly locked onto the mass of my dick. His hand stroking it while his free hand held back my balls. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan and hold his hair out of his red face. His mouth softly opened, saliva collected, and his lips came close. I could feel his wet breaths lube my cock. His tongue came out first and gently taste the head of my dick, he lapped the tip before letting it slide between his lips. He ran his tongue on the bottom of my shaft and his eyes closed intently as to focus. The wetness of his mouth felt like ecstasy, every stroke of my cock he pulled forward letting it go deeper. His warm spit coated me as he sucked, first the tip, he held it between his extended lips and whirled his tongue around the head. Stopping before lapping it like a puppy. I couldn’t control my lust at that point and gripped the back of his hair. His lapping stopped and his mouth opened wide, his tongue drunkly limp and his eyes opened to match the same. I could see his red blush cheeks tilted back and I took it as an invitation to his throat. I thrust gently at first forward but it quickly became clear that he wanted more. His hands fell to his thighs as his eyes rolled back, and I fucked his throat. There would be times where he kept sucking, the sounds it made as I broke the seal and air would fail to rush where my cock was. I could hear the joy and pleasure in his little gargles where his saliva would fill his mouth too much, the tip of my cock push through the field of spit and battering the back of his throat. He slid off the edge as to get a better angle on his knees. His hand grabbed the base and took initiative as the dominant player. My thrust stopped but his picked up to make the difference. His eyes locked on to mine and his mouth swallowed me whole. My cock ran down his throat and his blush felt more prideful than usual. I tried to cover my moans with my hand but he gripped my wrist and forced my fingers around his neck. He pulled my beating red cock out his mouth and let the spit and pre cum run down the tip to the base and placed it against his face. His subtle makeup at this point running down along side our fluids. He spoke in a demanding tone, “make me your whore and choke me like one” he spoke through frenzied breaths and tears. Before I could eke out a response I was back in him. His head bobbing, my cock disappearing further into his wet dripping mouth. His hand moved in conjunction with his head, his tongue worshiping my mass. His free hand locked firmly around his little dick, rubbing it deeply letting his juices fall onto my boot. He was falling deeper and deeper drunk with my cock. His intoxicating smile spelled it out for me and his inhibitions were gone. Even the fear we had of the others outside subsided, who cares who sees. There was only one thing on our minds. I don’t know when he positioned me but I remember falling back on the bed, my shirt unbuttoned and chest hair peaking out, my pants pooled around my ankles and felt his his hands rub across my chest. He looked down and saw my cock, sticking up in excitement. A smirk grew on his face and he lowered the opening of my sweater to it. My cock slid through the layers of fabric and found itself resting between his chest. I leaned my head back in embarrassment, all the times he had taken his binder off and walked around with them loose I always felt like a pig for staring. A part of me couldn’t help it and I’d hope that he’d never noticed, I suppose now I was wrong. He gently moved his chest up and down, slowly and methodically. His arms squished them together and I felt the soft roundness of them. Moans escaped my mouth as my hands danced their way to his back. I gripped my sweater as he motioned my cock between his chest, the irony being I have him this oversized sweater specifically for the reason of covering them. But he didn’t care to hide them, desire overtook us and any sense of insecurities fell to the wayside. I grappled his back and pulled him onto me, his legs scrambled to find themselves balance. He sat on my lap, knees firmly pressed against the bed, his chest on mine his face against mine. Our tongues met and his free hand pushed his hair behind his ears. I could feel his teeth catching my lip, pulling it ever so eagerly. His playfulness caused my cock to throb against his stomach. And he moved his hand down to rub it for me. I broke form the kiss after a moment and moved my attention to his neck. The first playful bite made his hairs stick up and the goosebumps tingle as my fingers ran through them. My hand made a journey down his back at first on the soft fabric of my sweater down to the goosebumps of his lower back. He let out a gentle laugh when my lips dotted his throat and moans of ecstasy and excitement escaped through those laughs as my bites found their mark. His hips moved, eager and spreading further apart. I could feel the warmth of his pussy against me. His cock rubbing against mine and unintentionally trembling as it rode against the veins. I tugged on the hem of the sweater it being raised up to his midriff. He reached down and pulled it up exposing his soft tender nipples. I hiked him up further on to me and planted my mouth on one. A licked gently but even so it was enough to cause a moan to escape him. I ran my tongue around it and felt them perk more and more each time. I ran the bottom of my front teeth against it and felt him flench in my arms. I held his back and began unconsciously thrusting my hips. It rubbed firmly against his cock and I could hear his battered whimpers pressed against my ears. My lips perched and latched onto his nipple each firm suck brought it deeper into my mouth. I could feel how sensitive he was, how each movement caused him to shutter, but nevertheless I was egged on by the intensity of his whimper and accidental moans. As I toyed with him I could feel him grinding more intensely, eventually something took over him and he grabbed my cock firmly. He stood it up and rose to his knees. He pressed the head against his pussy and let it spread him. Through a shocked moan I warned him to how close I was getting but out of pure horny ambivalence he slid it deeper. I let out hot moan as my cock was embraced by his warm soaking wet pussy. He got about half of it in before shaking in pleasure. His eyes rolled back and the sweater fell to cover the rest of us. I grabbed his hips and held him close, he fell forward his sensitive chest pressed firmly against mine and I thrust deeper inside. I felt him dig his nails into my chest but I recalled back to when he was sucking my cock. I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “don’t forget, you’re my whore tonight” his body shot back up and he forced the rest of my cock inside. I could feel his wet pussy dripping against my balls as his hips did fast micro movements, the tip of my precum filled cock slamming against his cervix. I gripped his hips tighter and lifted him up before slamming my cock back inside. He yelped and dug deeper into my chest. I moved him to the rhythm my hand was accustomed to, I recalled every time I was close my eyes and imagine his mouth or the way his ass looked in certain jeans. Embarrassing to admit it I wasn’t trying to please him anymore in that moment, I was using him like the whore he wanted to be. I was fucking his little pussy like it was an object for my pleasure and nothing else mattered. He enjoyed this feeling, his pussy rained, and his moans grew into undistinguished curses. My thrust grew each time and his pussy gripped harder and harder. I wrapped my hand around his throat and pushed him away from me till his head leaned back and his body sat at 90 degree angle on my cock. My free hand still guiding his hips to move to my command. I pulled out my cock intentionally on the last thrust and lifted him off me momentarily. He had always been of a smaller frame and me about 3 sizes larger, he felt weightless in the air but quickly fell to the bed. He let out of gasp of shock and his face turned deep red again. Before he could speak I was on him his legs instinctively raised into the air. My hand tighten around his throat and I felt his whimper struggle to escape. He looked back at me with his large doe eyes, tears running down his light mascara. Between fainted breaths I felt the words, “Fuck me” on my palm. I slapped him across the face and whispered into his ear, “you’ll refer to me as sir” he belted out, “yes sir.. fuck me sir!” I