I was seven beers in and seven inches deep. I could feel Liam’s thighs pumping into me as he lay on the couch, me straddling him with a knee on either side of his waist, and his cock pushing further into me until he was stretching the third ring deep inside my ass.
We both had a few beers and just finished smoking a bowl. We smelled like weed and campfire smoke, but Liam always smelled like heaven. Our usual nights consisted of hanging out, getting fucked up, and just being the best friends we’ve been for the past ten years. But for the last few years, that has also included fucking every chance we get. And I’m talking about the most raw, passionate, mind-blowing sex you can imagine.
Once the night begins to wind down, we’ll end up together on the couch watching a movie. You see, gradually throughout the night, Liam and I get closer and closer to each other on the couch until we were finally touching arms. I still get goosebumps thinking about his arm hair tickling mine and the anticipation of more to come.