Jaq
by Mecca
“Ah, you fuckin’ cheese,” Jaq sighed, annoyed.
“I’m just playing the game,” I laughed, shrugging defensively.
“Ugh. You’re the worst.” I continued laughing at my win. “Wanna bang?”
When I invited Jaq Lee over for Smash, I had meant just that: video games. But, yeah, I had also secretly hoped for the other meaning as well. And now finding out my friend was again willing to be a topper to my win was almost too exciting.
So I ruined it.
“Ehh,” I shrugged, “I don’t fuck losers.” Whenever my brain gives me a chance to make a mean joke I take it. And as my eyes crept to look at their face it was already worth it.
Jaq’s mouth opened in smiling shock, before Jaq stood with what appeared to be actual disgust. “You know what, I’m outta here. I just…”
“I’m joking, I’m joking, I’m joking,” I pleaded, reaching out to Jaq. “Please, I want you. I need you.”
“You ass.”
“I know, I’m such an asshole. And you are a queen. My gorgeous queen.”
“I’m your king.”
The gender bending was abrasive to hear, but after all, she, er, they are non-binary. When they’re at work, they’re a woman, but outside of that sphere their pronouns are they/them. “Yes, you are.”
They stopped moving away, but rolled their eyes as if they were still considering leaving. I stood and looked them directly in the eyes. They had such a tomboyish look with their cap on backwards, and only a tiny bit of makeup from earlier in the work day. But still a long mane of brown to blonde ombre hair down to their breasts. They bit their lip, smiling. Then they grabbed my head and kissed me.
Kissing Jaq is the best thing in the world. They generally take the lead and make the first move, which I like, but then it is just like kissing any other girl, which I also like. Jaq is like a boy in all the best ways: they like video games, dirty jokes, and fuckin’. And they dress like a tomboy, which is super hot. But they are like a girl in all the important ways, even if they never let me eat their pussy.
They pressed me down against my couch, our two tongues wrapping around each other like snakes in coitus. I slid my hands down to their ass and they moaned as I spread it open, even though their jeans were still on. I have fucked a lot of girls that liked anal, but Jaq puts them all to shame. Even just touching Jaq’s buttcheeks turned them on.
Touching their bottom of course turns me on, so I was hard as we made out. Jaq may be homoromantic, but they are truly bisexual, and I knew the feeling of my hard cock against their stomach made them ready.
“Unnh, fuck. Put that thing up my ass already,” they moaned. “I needed it in my cunt.” Their cunt, of course, being their anus. They’re anal-only, so there’s no need to clarify terms. Their wet pussy is mere window dressing.
“Let me see it.”
They removed their shoes, jeans, and boy shorts, and got on all fours on the couch, 69-style so I could stare directly into their asshole. I love how ass-centric they are. They still had on their T-shirt and cap, emphasizing their tomboy look. The socks were still on, too. Jaq winked their purple asshole; not quite pink, but not quite brown. They heaved and sighed almost like they were seeing their own ass show, and poked at their own rim in sexual frustration. “C’mon,” they begged. “Fuck my cunt. Fuck my boi cunt.”
Instead, I went ahead and gave it a long lick. They moaned with pleasure as I ate them out. Jaq was a little sweaty from video games, but honestly that just made it hotter. Their asshole tasted earthy with hints of salt. This oral attention pacified them for a while and they rode my face. I made sure to spread, slap, and scratch their ass cheeks with my fingernails, making them howl with delight. Meanwhile, their pussy drooled onto my shirt. Jaq can get their ass eaten for hours, and I could eat it for just as long. But at this point I was finally ready to fuck. I opened the coffee table drawer to get a condom.
“I haven’t fucked anyone else,” they said softly, standing with their shirt still on, their taut, muscular bottom on full display. They timidly bit their lip. When they stood I could clearly see their jacked thighs and calves. Jaq was stoopid-muscular from living at the gym, but their diminutive size, long hair, and eyeliner peppered a light dose of femininity. They removed their shirt and undershirt, uselessly. I mean, their small tits were definitely hot. And standing naked was better than standing half-naked, generally. Sometimes. Well, see, for Jaq, sometimes their back is so muscular that I prefer to keep their shirt on when taking them from behind. But I’m getting used to it.
Since my muscle-bound goddess admitted that, recently, they had been only with me, it seemed safe to go without a condom. Jaq grabbed some lube and put a few drops in their hands. They then fingered it into their asshole as they stood, a dreamy look in their eyes. It was quite a site to watch, as not only does anal prep turn me on, but the fact that Jaq so thoroughly enjoyed just the few seconds of fingering their asshole displayed the depths of their anal depravity. I wonder why they just aren’t plugged 24/7. Not only that, but the fact that they used a minimal amount of lube was crazy! I knew that they had a goal to stop using lube entirely, but historically they were too tight and I was too soft to fuck with zero lube at all, at least in the first thrust. But this refusal to use more lube just proved their anal dedication.
They found a space in the wall to lean their nude, muscled body against, and spread their legs with two palms flat on the wall. Muscular thighs framed tight ass cheeks that had just a dash of bounce. Their hard body was quite arousing. I couldn’t believe that I got to break it again.
As I removed my pants, they suddenly turned around to suck me off first. Usually, I lose a little wood in the time it takes to disrobe, but after seeing their completely nude body up against the wall like some vulnerable prisoner, I was at full attention at the moment. Jaq looked pleased. No fellatio would be necessary to fill their butt-cunt. They turned back around and waited for the raw dick.
“Ungh,” they grunted, feeling cock pierce their sphincter. I slid in quite easily this time. As for them, there was no struggle nor further grunting. They took the dick up their ass like a handshake. As I began to move, hardening further in their bowels and drilling further with each thrust, they moaned, “Yeah, fuck my cunt, boy. Smash it. Oh fuck.” They slid down the wall a few inches so they could stick their butt out.
“Yeah, bro, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, bro.” They were unique and weird. I loved that. I suppose it isn’t politically correct to consider their identity “unique” but they were neither a girl nor a trans man. They were firmly genderqueer or non-binary (they never stuck to one label), and had boyish tendencies despite being AFAB, presenting female at work, and always using the women’s restroom. I wasn’t sure what my responsibilities were in terms of what to call our relationship. But it was bliss. I thought I’d toss them a metaphorical bone.
“Yeah, dude, you gotta tight ass,” I said to them. They looked back for a moment as they continued body rolling onto my dick. Their ass hit all the good spots on my head.
“Mmh, tight ass,” I started. “Dude.” It was awkward, and I know my friends would diss me for it. But Jaq is also my friend, as well as being my lover and I thought Jaq would love it. “Bro, you’re really taking my dick.”
But then they stopped fucking. I kept going in their ass until they reached up a hand to stop me.
“No good?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do all that,” they said, still facing the wall. “It’s just me.”
I was doing too much. I was treating them like a trans man. They weren’t there yet. Maybe they never would be. It wasn’t for me to decide and I hated that I had an opinion on it. I shut up and began fucking their butt once more.
Jaq moaned hard. They reached back, grabbing my leg. It disrupted my rhythm a bit, but I maintained as they slid their hand up and grabbed my ass. Jaq cried out, standing still for a second, and then really smashing their ass against my pelvis. I knew they were about to cum. I saw a puddle below the two of us. Maybe they had cum already. A shot of squirt landed on my marble mantle floor.
“Shoot it in me,” they whined, barely audible. “Shoot it up my guts.”
They kept up the dirty come talk and after a few minutes I was ready. Pressed all the way to the hilt against their buttocks, I shot a large quantity of come into their lower colon with several intense squirts that felt glorious. I wanted to feel that way forever.
“Oh my god, thank you,” they whispered. They received it like their favorite Christmas gift, thankful and triumphant that they finally had been filled up! Damn, that was hot. I spent a few moments completing the icing in Jaq’s ass-cake, then fell to the floor, exhausted. Jaq quickly bent over and dutifully licked me clean, carefully keeping a tight seal over my hot donation.
Jaq sucked dick like a natural, gliding their throat over my softening cock almost like they had no gag reflex. They did, though, so it took three thrusts to finally slide their throat over the whole thing and kiss my pelvis. With the base of my dick in their wet mouth, they hummed my dick back to life. Meanwhile, Jaq let out a grungy wet come-fart. I couldn’t see if their wet asshole dropped anything; I was too entranced and cum-drunk to look. Also, I was entranced watching Jaq’s devilish, pretty eyes as their mouth worked its best head game. I noticed that my dick was getting hard again. They continued performed CPR (cock-pumping resuscitation) on my slimy tool.
They spoke. “I love the way my cunt tastes...” they said while licking, “mmmm... on your cock. My ass-cunt tastes so heavenly.” They got into 69 position again, dipping their head again and sucked me deeply, while scratching their nails down the backsides of my legs. I spread my legs in pleasure, and they stopped for a moment. They lifted my legs up and suddenly I felt a tongue on my asshole.
Jaq hadn’t eaten my ass much in the past, but I’ve told them I liked it. Obviously, I pleased them well if they were now going all out on my ass. Or perhaps, they were getting more into the joy of giving and not just receiving rimjobs.
“Mmm,” they hummed. “Yours isn’t bad either.”
I could barely contain myself. They were licking so good and I was fully hard against their small breasts. Their tits are way too small to give a titjob, but their soft tits felt good against my meaty cock. They opened wide, then gagged and choked on my dick. Up and down, up and down they went, giving my cock a good greasing. Then back to my sensitive asshole. I stared at Jaq’s glistening front-cunt, wishing I could taste it, but I just relaxed and enjoyed the rimming.
“Enough!” I cried. I was close to exploding and that would’ve been a waste of a good load. After all, a load in the butt is worth two in the throat.
“Yummy,” they said, wiping their lips. They looked at me expectantly. I think they were trying to surmise if I was done for the night or was ready for more.
Jaq was sitting up on the floor and I pushed them back down into doggy position. They instinctively lifted their ass in the air, keeping their face low to the floor. Face down, ass up. They spread their legs and their butthole came into view like the sun rising over the mountains. It flexed and winked for a second before opening wide as if I had literally just uncorked from their hole seconds ago instead of minutes ago. A natural gape!
I easily slid into their asshole once more and they gurgled contentedly, legs shaking in anticipation. “Fuck my cunt, baby,” they almost drooled.
I was so stimulated that I had to saw slowly, carefully in and out of their asshole. Despite the gape, it gripped and pulsated on my cock. This was nasty. My filthy spooge coated their flabby asshole. I had never fucked anyone twice with no condom before. I was getting my own sloppy seconds.
Their asshole started to prolapse a bit, with pink parts revealing themselves when I withdrew. With juices running and internals exposed, usually-hidden parts of the fucking were plain to see. It was like watching surgery, but as grotesque as the scene was, it also somehow turned me on.
“I’m in your yummy ass,” I said, delirious. “I’m in your yummy ass.”
“You love my yummy asshole,” they said. I didn’t know if they were teasing me and my stupid words, but I was too far gone, lost riding that boi bottom to nirvana. I was clapping it hard now and they seemed as just as lost as I, panting and moaning on my wooden floors. The room smelled like sex, ass, and dick. I grabbed a handful of their ass, then awkwardly gripped one of Jaq’s tits. I wanted to make sure every part of them felt as good as I did right then. I was probably fucking up. I ramped up my fucking waiting to explode in their ass again.
But I didn’t cum. I was lasting longer than usual. Oh, right, this was round two.
I flipped them over for missionary-style, and they were wearing a shit-eating grin. I pinned them down, grabbed the back of their head by the hair, and licked their face.
“Oh ho ho!” they crooned. It sounded better than it reads.
I ground my dick into Jaq’s dirthole, slowly. I was actually getting a bit tired. Still, I had to try to perform. One time might be fine for Drake, but I’m always trying to get invited back to bed. I fucked Jaq for a couple more minutes before sheepishly withdrawing from their guts and jerking myself over their body. They didn’t seem to be disappointed. They looked on with interest for a couple minutes, making faces and sticking out their tongue until I busted, spilling seed all on their flat stomach and spectacular tits. I fell over onto them, caking myself in my own sticky come.
Jaq was relaxed for a little bit, but then tapped my shoulder. “I need some tissue.” I got a couple of towels and joined them back on the floor as we wiped ourselves down.
“Smash?” I asked.
They huffed on the floor, eyes searching the ceiling. “I thought we just did?” I stared blankly at them, unmoved by their joke. “Yeah, sure, turn it on,” they giggled. Still butt-naked on the floor, they grabbed a controller. I took a sip of my water and joined them.