My bedroom door clicked open quietly. I snuck my head out like I could be shot at any moment, but the coast was clear. My parents were still downstairs.

I ducked back inside and shut the door again. Okay. We were probably safe, sound wise at least. I took a shaky breath. Why was I so fucking nervous? Maybe it was the prospect of crawling into bed with the guy behind me.

“Seeing how loud you can get?” Lee questioned teasingly.

“Um, I’m actually quiet when watching a movie. You won’t hear a peep out of me.”

“Right, the movie. Almost forgot about that. Now are you going to get comfy or not?” My best friend was working his jeans down now, making his bulky package strain against his grey briefs as he moved. His briefs were so short it he might as well have been wearing nothing. They were clearly too small. Or his dick was too big.

I massaged my temples, feeling hot. Having my friend over with my parents home was bad enough, but now we were going to, like, cuddle up in bed. Rubbing against each other. After I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him a little while ago, I doubted I’d be able to muster any resistance if–when–he started groping me again.

“Pants,” Lee ordered like he was my drill sergeant.

“Why?” I managed weakly. “Any particular reason we need to be half-naked?”

“You get under the covers fully clothed? What are you, some weirdo? Besides, it’ll be three hundred degrees otherwise. Now hurry up.”

“Okay, fine,” I muttered, grateful there was some excuse as to why I was doing this. The nervous feeling in my stomach was mostly excitement, but I didn’t want to think about that. I worked my pants down, exposing the silky white briefs that I may or may not have worn knowing that this type of thing might happen.

“Oooh, look at you,” Lee marveled. “What were you thinking about when you put those on?”

“Nothing. Why? Do you like them?” Fuck. Why had I said that?

“They make you look pretty cute. Like you’re trying to get felt up.”

I blushed. “You could have just left it at the ‘cute’ part. But… thanks, or something.”

Lee was smirking as he clambered onto my bed in nothing but his briefs. “You’re getting better at being honest. Remember when I was calling you girly and you wanted to act all offended? Like it didn’t turn you on?”

“Yeah, I remember you constantly pushing me around! But I admitted everything you wanted me to, okay? Like… like calling you hot, and saying I wanted to s-suck you off and stuff…”

“Not everything,” Lee commented from the bed.

I met his dark eyes for a second before having to murmur, “Look, just m-make room, okay? It’s a queen size bed–not exactly massive.”

“It’s built for two. And you’re more of a princess than a queen anyway.”

“Whatever,” I shot back weakly, crawling onto my soft sheets. Lee had already made himself comfortable, sprawling his muscular legs out, and was dragging the covers over. Gingerly I slid onto my side next to him, and soon began to feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

Realizing it would be awkward facing him, I wriggled onto my other side for a view of the tv. Lee was just behind me, shifting the bed back and forth as he moved. I felt his hairy thigh brush against the back of mine.

“Stop wiggling,” I whispered. Lee’s muscular arm rubbed against my waist as he shifted me. My shirt was too short, damn it. I flinched when I felt my back rub against his chest. Oh god, he was inches behind me. And Lee didn’t move his arm, but instead let it rest on my waist like a heavy weight. I could feel his hot breath on my ear now.

“Aren’t you a little too comfy?” I asked shrilly.

“Spooning is natural if there isn’t a lot of space.”

“You want to spoon?”

Apparently he did, because all of the sudden I felt his body begin to press against me. His arm tightened around me and his hand found my stomach. His thighs began brushing against the backs of mine. It was so warm against his skin. My breaths came faster. He was holding me.

“What are friends for?” Lee murmured in my ear. His face was right there next to mine. His nose brushed my neck and I had to choke back a little girly squeak.

“Stop! I only got in front of you so I can see the tv,” I reasoned in hushed tones, even though my eyes had barely touched on the screen since I’d started whatever the movie was. “That doesn’t mean I’m a little spoon.”

“I think we both know you’re the little spoon.”

I flushed. “What, my…? It’s… it’s not that small.” My hand involuntarily pressed down against my throbbing penis. I was super hard from all this, my body coursing with arousal from this humiliation.

“It’s pretty small, but it’s cute. There. Are you happy? I can compliment you too.”

“Like I want you to call my cock cute! It’s not supposed to be!”

“Well, it suits you. You wouldn’t be as sexy if you looked like a guy.” Lee was pressing his nearly nude body against me, and I could feel his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. istanbul travesti His thighs were pinned to mine, but more than that I could feel his package right there, pressing against my butt cheek and suffusing it with warmth.

I had to close my eyes, trying to order my thoughts. He was calling me sexy now, even though he was saying I looked like a girl. That was really exciting, wasn’t it? Even if it was kind of backhanded? I didn’t know. It was no use trying to block out the sensation of my friend’s dick pressing into my butt.

“So I’m a girl to you? Or… what did you say?”

I had lost the thread of the conversation–all I could focus on was the contours of Lee’s penis rubbing my ass cheek through our briefs. He was really pressing it into me too. I thought I could feel him grinding his hips against my butt now, perceptibly shifting back and forth against me. My eyelids fluttered. Fuck!

“Like this butt,” my friend was saying, his lips brushing my ear. “I like this girly butt, okay? It’s just so soft.” His junk ground against me. It was starting to feel stiff now, and bigger than before. He must’ve been getting hard too.

“You like it?” I whimpered.

“Yeah, I like it. I could ignore it if you could go five minutes without rubbing it all over me.”

“I do not! It’s on accident!”

Suddenly Lee’s hand was moving as well, his rough fingers digging grooves in my exposed belly. I flinched and squirmed against him. One of my hands was pushed against my penis, trying to keep it from throbbing violently out of my fly, and the other hand feebly tried to fight his fingers off of my belly. I couldn’t–his digits snuck up under my shirt, making their way north.

“L-Lee, quit groping me.”

“You don’t like getting groped? You don’t like your tits getting felt up?”

“My what? Eep!” His hand found my chest, his fingers feeling up my sensitive nipples and sending insane shivers through my body. “Fuck.” He really was treating me like a girl, massaging my chest under my shirt and dragging at my nipples again and again, more insistently each time.

“Tell me you like it,” Lee muttered into my neck.

“I… I like getting groped. Mmn! I like it when you… you feel up my tits. Feel me up.” I was doing it again. I was giving in. My mind was a haze as Lee molested my breasts, all the while grinding his cock against my ass over and over. His other hand was gripping my thigh so tight I couldn’t wriggle it out of his grasp.

“Say that dirty stuff. Say it.”

“I don’t know what you’re–what–ngh!” I let out a squeak as Lee gave my butt a slap. It jiggled against him for several seconds after, barely letting me catch my breath. “S-sorry! I know! I know what you… what you mean.”

“Say that stuff again,” Lee implored me, his breath brusque and hot against my cheek as he squeezed my butt.

“Nnnn,” I moaned. “You’re my daddy, Lee. I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch.”

He drove his cock against me, thrusting my pelvis forward and forcing another whimper out of me. “Nngh. You’re so hot,” he insisted, practically kissing my face he was so close. I felt his hand struggling with his briefs, and I realized he was battling his enormous cock out of his fly. Oh fuck. He was going to stick it right on me.

“Give it to me, daddy. Take it out,” I whispered stupidly.

Lee’s bare girth suddenly pressed onto my butt cheek, the heat of it growing like fire against my briefs. He thrust it against my butt, rubbing up and down and quickly finding the groove of my butt crack to force his dick against.

“Ohh, god,” he moaned, pushing my butt cheeks together around his penis. He was using my butt to masturbate now.

I was squirming like crazy, flexing back and forth against him. It was all happening so fast. I knew it was going to go like this, but a horny fog had filled my head and the very next moment my fingers were toying with the waistband of my briefs.

I wanted to feel him. Fuck, I wanted his cock on my ass. I needed it. It was all I thought about these days. The image of it on my phone was slipping in and out of my flickering mind’s eye. Lee was helping me with my briefs now. I couldn’t fight it as they were dragged down off my ass, rapidly yanked down the length of my thighs to my knees.

“Oh god. Oh fuck,” I whimpered girlishly. My heart was pounding.

His penis touched me–slid up the length of my smooth butt cheek. I trembled, involuntarily arching my butt into him. He was enormous, of course–I could feel his swollen head chafing the top of my butt while his thick pubic hair tickled me all the way down on my thighs. The hot mass of his balls pushed into my taint as we flexed against one another. Dear god, I could feel every knotty vein on his cock as he stroked it against my butt, muttering curses into my ear.

“I want it,” I moaned in shrill, desperate tones. “I want it, daddy. I’m your slut. F-fuck me. Fuck me, daddy.” I couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of his bare cock on my butt, skin to skin contact, istanbul travestileri was too much for me. Sluttiness was coursing through my trembling, near-naked body.

“You’re already begging for that?” Lee growled, unable to stop thrusting his dick against me. “I thought you said–“

“I know! I l-lied! I want it. I want your cock. Fuck!”

“I can’t believe this. Nngh. No dignity the second you feel my dick. You’re such a slut.”

“I am. I’m your slut,” I whimpered. “Please, hurry it up.”

Lee’s thick penis was rubbing in my butt crack now, my sweat lubricating its progress as it ground against me again and again. I could feel my asshole being pushed by the underside of his huge shaft, merely brushed but practically penetrated already for all the squirming sensations it was sending through the pit of my stomach.

“Fine. Fine, you slut.” My best friend was never one for restraint. The thick head of his penis began to toy with my asshole now, pressing over and over like he was giving it little kisses. My butt hole was throbbing. With each little kiss I could feel my muscles weakening.

“Mmn. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” I was gasping. Oh god, I wanted it so bad.

And then Lee was pushing the head inside. It had gone inside before–just barely–but now his bare cock was penetrating me. I felt it slip into my butthole, quickly catching at the edges. His dick kept going, grinding further and further and forcing me open even as I tried desperately to relax and take him.

He was so huge. My friend’s penis felt like a rod spreading my asshole open, burning hot like a fire poker. My eyes rolled back in my head and I know I let out a pathetic moan. It hurt. It hurt but Lee kept going, gradually sliding his cock deeper and deeper into my butt. I kept tightening on him, unable to stop myself, clamping over and over.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. You’re so tight.” Lee was breathing raggedly through his teeth.

“Mmgh!” I moaned, burying my face in the sheets. My friend was actually penetrating me. I could barely handle it. But I could feel thrills of pleasure, too, amidst the pain–twinges of exhilarating endorphins lancing through me as he rubbed my insides.

He must have been almost all the way in me. He must have. He was so big I could feel his cock cramming against something inside me now, something that suddenly send waves of pleasure flashing up and down through my body.

“Agh!” I squeaked, convulsing and curling my toes. Lee was grinding against my prostrate. He’d pulled back slightly, and flexed his penis back deeper inside my butt. I felt him rub against my prostrate again, and bit my lip–hard. Oh fuck. Fuck. It felt so weird. It felt like nothing I’d experienced before.

Lee pulled back, giving my belly a freakish swooping sensation as he left me, and then thrust his dick back into my butthole. “Aagh!” I moaned, louder this time. He did it again, grinding his dick up into my butthole. He was actually fucking me. My best friend was fucking me.

His cock was so big it couldn’t help but crush against my prostrate each time he thrust it into me. Each time I shrieked into the sheets, twitched, squeezed his arms. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably, leaking precum all over my bed. It was like I’d lost control of my body. It felt so weird, so freakishly good.

Lee was huffing as he fucked me. His cheek was pressed against mine now. His hands tightened against my body as he moved his hips faster. He began cramming his hips against my buttocks and we made soft slapping noises as he pounded my ass. They grew louder as he forced my chest back against him, keeping me from moving with his thrusts so that he might drive deeper and deeper. My butt seemed to soften, allowing him in easier and easier with each push, like it was learning to accept his penis.

“Fuck! Fuck! L-Lee! Fuck!” I was moaning, my eyelids fluttering and my vision a blur. He was fucking me. I was getting fucked by a guy. The intensity of the situation was so strong I felt like I wanted to escape, or dart into unconsciousness. I didn’t know how to handle the feeling of his dick ramming my prostrate over and over and over again.

Pleasure was building up in my dick. I could feel it. My whole body was coursing with ecstasy as I writhed against my best friend’s cock. Oh god, I might cum. My dick wasn’t even touching anything–it was flopping and bouncing against the bed as Lee punished my butt from behind–but still I felt like I was rapidly reaching the edge. My heart was hammering in my chest.

“Tell me you like me,” Lee whispered, kissing my cheek. “Ngh.”

“I like you. I like you, Lee. Oh, f-fuck!” I gibbered breathlessly, squeaking as I started kissing him back. “Mmn! Mmm! Fuck me, daddy,” I pleaded into his lips. “Fuck!”

“Keep it down,” he murmured, giving my ass another slap. “Your parents–ng! Your parents are home, remember?” He slapped my bare thigh.

“Aggh! Ahn! Fuck! I… I know,” I wailed. “Shit! Stop spanking me! They’re gonna travesti istanbul know!” But even as I said it I thrust my butt back against him, letting it smack against his muscular pelvis. I kept grinding it onto his hips, begging him to abuse it.

Lee gave my butt a powerful squeeze. “So what if I do?” He gave me another spank, loud enough that I winced and squeaked. “Your moaning is louder anyway.”

“Mmnngh!” He had a point. Every time he pushed into me and the pleasure shot through me, I shrieked louder than the steady clapping of my butt cheeks. I couldn’t help it.

He just kept going, pounding me like I was his girlfriend of ten years now. I was kissing my best friend thoughtlessly, letting his tongue roll against the inside of my lips and letting out pathetic girlish cries as the sensations crashed through me.

“Do you hear that?” Lee murmured between kisses.

I didn’t want to stop. “N-no,” I whimpered, squeezing his fingers tight under my shirt. I wanted to hold hands as he fucked me.

“Someone’s coming,” he estimated. “Nngh. Mmn. You want to stop? We’re gonna get caught.”

“No,” I insisted, my mind a love drunk haze now. “The door–ahnn! Is locked. Mmn! Daddy!” I was so close. I didn’t want to listen to him. I just wanted to cum.

“It’s not. They could come in.” His fingers dug into my butt, forcing it back onto the length of his veiny cock.

“Noo,” I pleaded, like he could do anything about the door while he was violating my ass.

“Boys?” My mother’s voice trickled up from the stairs, muffled more through my shroud of pleasure than the door. “It’s getting kind of loud up here!”

Oh fuck.

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t think straight. “Wh-what?” I called, barely able to keep the whimper out of my voice.

“There’s, um… kind of lot of screaming up here.” My mom’s voice came from just outside the door. She was right there!

And Lee was right–even in my sloppy state I could see the door wasn’t locked. She could barge in and see him pounding my ass at any moment.

“Mmn. Told you,” Lee murmured between kisses. His lips were so wet and tasty I couldn’t resist kissing back. He wouldn’t stop moving, either. He just kept fucking me.

“Mmgh. Fuck. Stop.”

“Are you okay?” My mom demanded. “Should I come in?”

“No!” I shrieked. I was struggling with the covers, feebly attempting to conceal the naked bodies writhing beneath them. “No, it’s okay. Mnn!” His dick plowed into my prostrate, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

I was so fucking close. I was going to orgasm any second, and I was supposed to carry on a conversation with my mother. How was I supposed to think straight like this?!

“The movie,” Lee hissed, giving my butt a jostle. “Scream.” He was pulling the covers up around us as well, building a cocoon for our sex.

“We’re watching Scream!” I practically shrieked. “Y’know, the movie! S-sorry it’s so loud, okay? I’ll… I’ll turn it down!” I was edging now. Each push of Lee’s cock made a little bit of cum leak out of my penis. Each push might be the one that send me over.

The door clicked. It opened on my mom, just letting herself inside like it was her room too. I nearly died as her eyes lanced over us. “In bed together?” She exclaimed in surprise.

Lee thrust his penis and I came. The orgasm shot through me like a bullet and I convulsed. Jets of semen shot out of my penis, painting the inside of my bedsheets. My eyes rolled back as the ecstasy ripped through my head. My tongue stuck out in the air as I struggled to process the sheer amount of pleasure that rippled through my nerves. My butthole tightened down on Lee’s thick, warm cock. Oh fuck. I wanted to scream it felt so good.

I was cumming with my butt. Lee was making me cum with just his dick.

I orgasmed for longer than I ever had jerking off, with my prostrate contracting for what seemed like an eternity afterwards. Spurts of cum escaped my throbbing dick several moments after. I rubbed my sweaty butt up against Lee’s groin, unable to stop myself from eking out more waves of endorphins from the feeling of his dick inside me. I knew my mother was right there, but there was nothing I could do. It felt so good.

“Cozy, I guess,” my mother’s voice was wavering about as if from far away.

“No, it is,” Lee was panting. “It’s a scary movie, after all. You.. you haven’t seen it?”

Her eyes were on the screen, I realized, as my teary eyes began to focus again. She’d looked to see what was happening on the tv that was so loud and intense as to disturb her downstairs. Maybe she hadn’t seen me jerk violently and lose control of my senses. Maybe she hadn’t seen me cum in front of her.

“I haven’t seen it. Not sure I want to, now!”

I was trembling. My heart was still thudding in my chest. Lee was still inside me, too, grinding slightly–even now! His hand was clutching my thigh tight. Ohh fuck. He owned me, right in front of my mother.

“Mmnngh.” I let out a groan, unable to contain myself in the midst of the situation. The post-orgasm bliss was still coursing through my body, and I couldn’t regain control.

“Sorry!” My mom laughed nervously, thinking I was irate at the interruption. “Sorry to bother you! I’ll leave you to it, okay?”