**This is a direct sequel to "When the Ball Drops." I'd recommend reading that 1st, but the choice is ultimately yours in the end. Either way....enjoy!**
It had been a year since I was last in New York. I had left the East Coast behind promises of a better future out West. California did not disappoint. My success was great, and my sex life was even drier than before. All of that was tolerable, though. The thing I wished for most was my best friend, Morris Elijah.
It’s no secret at this point that we hooked up. It was supposed to be a bittersweet goodbye party that led to an all-out sweet fucking. He wrecked my hole with his massive schlong. In return, I gave him the best piece of ass on this side of heaven. It was so good it put him to sleep.
That’s how he missed being in Donna’s arms when the clock struck twelve, and the ball dropped in Times Square. I’m not privy to what happened after that. Morris and I didn’t speak. I didn’t go looking for him. I figured he’d eventually seek me out. He never did, and so our friendship sizzled and dried out, but if you have to end a friendship, you should end it the way we did-with one mind-blowing orgasm after another.
Lightning flashed across the dark sky. The rain sounded heavy as it fell freely from the dark clouds. My driver was stuck in traffic. We were still several blocks away from the event hall. My level of frustration was rising by the minute. My phone rang. It was my home girl, Stacey, calling.
“Hey,” I answered, trying to sound calm.
“Don’t try and sound calm. I know you’re frustrated, Jamie,” she said in her high-pitched voice.
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes, followed by a sigh.
She giggled, “I was calling to tell you what I just found out.”
“What?”
“Morris is going to be at the New Year’s Eve party tonight,” she told me. I could tell she was hoping I wouldn’t respond negatively or overly dramatic.
“FUCK,” I shouted. No such luck for her. I’m dramatic by nature. “I wanted a quick visit to ring in the new year with friends and be gone without seeing him.”
“There’s going to be so many people there you might not see him.” Bless her heart. She was trying her hardest to smooth things over.
We chatted for a few more minutes. She was quite good at talking me out of my dramatic episodes. I hung up the phone. I looked up, and my driver was staring at me through the rearview mirror.
“Sorry,” I half-assed apologized.
I tossed my head back, closed my eyes, and sighed. My mind instantly went back to last New Year’s Eve. I could see myself standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I took in that unobstructed panoramic view of the NYC skyline. Then he touched me. His hands ran down my shoulder and across the lower part of my back.
I sat there in the car feeling like I felt in that moment. I was turned on. My sexual attraction and arousal for Morris felt electric. My legs slowly opened and closed as a tingling sensation ran through my balls. I could feel the cum developing in my sack.
My legs opened and closed faster. My dick started to rise. I wanted so badly to stick my hands in my pants and stroke myself off. It was like I could feel Morris kissing and touching me again. It set me on fire.
I licked my lips as I remember seeing his pretty dick for the first time. It dangled between his meaty thighs. His dark bush was trimmed perfectly. It was everything I thought it would be, plus so much more. It left me thirsty for him. He needed to fill my mouth with his flavorful cum. I wanted to drink him whole.
***
I finally made it to there. I quickly checked in and headed for the elevators. I pressed the button for the top floor, and the doors began to close. His arm slid through the opening, and doors opened. I don’t think he was expecting to see me, and I definitely wasn’t expecting to see him. His aroma was still intoxicating and deadly to my senses.
Morris’s eyes lit up like a tree on Christmas morning. I could tell he wanted to smile, but he held his poker face. Maybe he didn’t smile because my eyes showed such annoyance for him. I quickly stepped over and allowed him extra space. He stepped on, and the doors closed. It was just the two of us. It was so reminiscent of how things transpired between us last year.
As I stood there not far from him, I could feel his body heat. It flowed like a river from him and into my ocean of love for him. I cursed myself for feeling things for the man. How did I fall for a “straight guy?” Was he even straight? He had fucked me like a certified homo.
Those images from the night played in my head again. Me on my back on the floor, him in between my legs. His dick fucking into me, and how his body was twisting like a corkscrew. I could remember the way his balls were slapping against my cheeks and taint. I could even still remember the smell of our sweat mixed with our sex. It was all coming back to me, and it was overpowering.
A loud explosion occurred, and the elevator stopped. The sound jolted both of us. Morris quickly began to press the buttons for every floor along with the call button. Nothing happened, and that was not a good sign.
“Fuck,” he shouted as he slapped the buttons frantically.
“That’s not gonna help, Morris.” My voice was full of irritation.
He turned around and stared me down. I stared back at him. We were like two giants facing off.
He sucked his teeth, “Now you know who I am? Fuck outta here.”
“I been knowing who you are. A confused man who fucks people and pretends it never happened.” My attitude and aggression came out.
His voice raised, “Pretends it never happened?” He shook his head. “I woke up to find you gone. You left without a word, and I assumed you didn’t want to talk about it. You could have reached out. I’m supposed to be your best friend.”
He invaded my personal space. His nose and lips were nearly touching mine. There was hurt and anger in his eyes. It seemed we had both misread the other person’s intentions.
The words spewed out of my mouth, “You go around fucking all your best friends, or just the ones you know are desperately in love with your supposedly straight ass?”
He fired back at me, “I just fuck the ones who give it up like a bitch!”
My eyes widened in shock. He smiled as if he were some big shot. It pissed me off greatly. I pushed him against the wall. Our bodies were suddenly closer than ever.
“Fuck you, Morris.”
He replied, “Of course, that’s what you want after all this time. You left, and I had to hear people shouting, “Justice for Donna.”
I smirked in disbelief, “And what about justice for all the years you teased me, knowing I wanted more than your friendship.”
He laughed, “Take what you want then.”
I boldly said, “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. You idiot.”
Silence. It lasted for all of two or three minutes. Suddenly, he pushed me across the elevator, slamming my back against the wall. He leaned in closer.
“I said take what you want, Jamie. TAKE IT!”
I narrowed my gaze, untucked his shirt, and undid his pants. My trousers dropped, and I was met with his beautiful dick. It looked exactly like I remembered. His dick was long, uncut, and intimidating. Behind it were his large, smooth balls. I instantly wanted to milk them.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his swollen member. He hissed like a good boy. My tongue lapped around his member, taking in his taste and savoring the experience. I planted my hands on his hefty thick ass.
“Fuck. I’ve missed your mouth,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.
He felt thick and meaty. His ass was smooth and damn near magical in my hands. Morris started to fuck my mouth. I slurped all over his pole. My mouth felt stretched as his cock expanded in width.
His balls tapped my chin. Precum flooded the inside of my mouth. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked it for a moment. I turned him around and pushed him against the wall. He pushed his ass out.
“That’s what you want? Taste my fat ass again,” he panted. “Yea, I felt your tongue in my ass when I was drifting off to sleep last time.”
The idea that he knew and liked it excited me. I lifted his shirt and slapped his chocolate cakes. His booty shook like some jelly. I buried my face in his dark crack. I swiped my tongue across his puckered hole. He threw his head back as I buried my face deeper inside of him.
“Eat my fuckin’ ass. Slob all over my hole, Jamie,” he encouraged.
My tongue pushed against his entrance. His rose opened, and my tongue slid inside of him. I planted my hands on his fat cheeks and pulled them further apart. I spat directly on his twitching ring. I licked him from the top to the bottom. Each time my tongue passed over his tightness, he would moan louder.
I reached between his legs and pulled his dick back. I rolled my tongue across the head, down the shaft, over his balls, and then up his split. His body shivered, and he cried out for more.
He groaned out, “Damn! You sucking my dick from the back.”
I could feel his cock pulse. I was an expert with my mouth, and I knew he was going to bust. I released his cock. He turned around. I had my mouth open for him to feed me his creamy load. Before he could put it in my mouth, his cock exploded and covered my face with his nut. Rope after rope shot off. Some got in my hair and all over my shirt and tie.
“Holy shit,” he said through deep breaths.
I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He looked refreshed, and I felt conflicted. I had gotten him again, but he was still straight at the end of the day, and I was chasing a fairytale.
I took my jacket off, and my keycard to the hotel dropped out. He glanced down at it, seeing the hotel name and room number. He laughed as he picked it up.
As he handed it to me, he said, “I should have known you’d have a room at the Plaza.”
I politely smiled and took the keycard. The elevator doors suddenly opened. I had never in my life been so happy to see the ground floor. I quickly exited the lift. I stopped and turned around to look at him one more time.
“Happy New Year, Morris.”
I quickly dashed into the crowd. My mind was quickly made up. I wouldn’t be coming back to New York for New Year’s Eve ever again. I walked in the rain back to my hotel.
***
I stepped out of the shower. My body felt cleansed of every drop of Morris’s cum. I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts. Just as I was about to crash across the bed, there was a knock on the door.
“Who could that be,” I wondered aloud.
I walked to the door and opened it. Morris smiled at me. My heart nearly dropped into my stomach. He was the last person I had expected to see.
“Can I come in,” he asked.
“Sure,” I answered.
I went back into the room and hopped on the bed, forgoing my shirt. He came into the room. He looked so sexy in his suit and tie. He licked his wet pink lips.
“I tried to go back to my life after you left for California last year. It didn’t feel right. I confessed everything to Donna, and she left. I tried to move on, but nothing felt right. Then, tonight, you were back, and everything felt right. Even when we were fighting.”
“What are you saying,” I asked him. I was hopeful but not about to risk jumping to any conclusions.
“I think you know, Jamie.”
“I need you to say the words. I have to hear you say it,” I told him.
He breathed, “I want you. It scares the fuck out of me, but I want you. Do you want me?”
I shouldn’t have even been entertaining him, yet for some reason, I couldn’t deny him. Morris was still simply irresistible to me. He stood over me, towering like a dark figure of power as I lay across the king-size bed. The chilly room suddenly felt warm as his eyes lingered on mine. I ran my hand across my bare chest. My nipples were completely erect. I couldn’t help but pull on them.
“I missed you,” Morris confessed. “All year, I’d been thinking about what we did and how it felt. I wanted to fly out and see you so many times.”
I smirked, “Yet you never once came. I must not of been that good.”
“You were perfect,” he said as he ran his hand across the front of his pants.
I could see his dick print. It was snaked down the front of his pants. I watched it throb and extend in its length. It had been so long since I had last touched, sucked, and rode it. The memories of that fateful New Year’s Eve night played over in my mind.
Morris licked his gorgeous pink lips, “I want you right now, Jamie.”
I smiled at him. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. It seemed fucking on New Year’s Eve was becoming a tradition for us. He pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it across the room. His dark, muscled body looked just as good as last time. He was more muscled and thicker than I could remember. It looked good on him.
I got on my knees and ached my back. He groaned behind me as I gave my ass a playful shake. I lowered my gym shorts just below my cakes. My tight and perfect rosebud was exposed to him and the air in the room. I reached back, spread my cheeks, and made the bounce.
“It’s so pretty,” he told me.
He ran his middle finger across my puckered hole. His touch sent a shiver racing up and down my spine. He quickly gripped my cheeks and began to massage them with his strong hands. I moaned, and my body began to relax. It felt like he was manipulating my body to bend at his will.
“Your hands feel so good,” I mumbled to him.
“I bet your mouth feels even better.” He ended his sentence with a kiss in the middle of my back.
Morris came and stood on my side at the foot of the bed. He had pulled his long uncut dick over the top of his pants. It looked plump and juicy. The skin was slightly rolled back over the head, exposing its pink color.
I quickly took it in my mouth. My lips closed around the head and glided down the rest of his shaft. He let out a hearty moan. I began to work my head, moving it round and round. My mouth made this slurping sound as I swallowed more of his cock. Inch after inch disappeared down my throat. I could feel his pubes brushing against my nose.
I took in his scent. He smelled like sex in the afternoon. I loved it more than I thought I would have. My tongue slid across his slit. Precum flowed into my mouth and down my throat. Just as I reached for his massive balls, he knocked my hand away.
Morris pulled his cock out of my mouth. He got directly behind me and rested his hands on my cakes. He kneeled and then spread my cheeks wide. His long tongue ran across my hole. I sighed, and he ran his tongue across my hole once again. He buried his face in between my cakes.
Morris sucked on my ring as his tongue darted in and out of me. He slapped my cakes and then rolled his tongue across my balls and taint. His hand came to a rest on my cakes, and he pulled them so much further apart than I thought. It felt like I was being split in half, but it felt so good. I wanted his cock buried deep inside of me, just like last year.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please fuck me!”
Morris stood up and pushed the head of his dick against my wet hole. He pushed, and my barrier gave way. His dick slid inside of me. Every inch stretched my poor walls. My insides rejoiced to have his dick back inside of me. Morris began to rock his hips back and forth. We both let out a moan.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“Look back at me,” he said.
I looked back at him as my body started to rock back and forth on his cock. His dick began to tap against my hidden spot. Morris started to pound me. His pace picked up, and our bodies rocked like two people dancing. Each stroke spread me more. My body was wrecked from pleasure. I wiggled my ass with his dick buried deep inside of me.
“Nasty fucker,” Morris said as he clapped my ass.
I could feel the sweat dripping off both our bodies. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pounded me. It felt like his dick was in my stomach. My cheeks began to clap. Morris fucked me faster and harder. It was like he was on a mission.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned.
In and out over and over. He fucked me deep into the bed. My pussy was dripping. He let out these grunts and growls that were both sexy and mysterious. His dick moved easily in and out of me. I knew his dick was coated with my thick-ass cream.
“Fuck,” he shouted. “Pussy so wet. You got your cream all over me.”
“Fuck me,” I cried. I wanted it harder. I wanted him to make up for the last year.
Morris pulled on my shorts and completely ripped them. His dick never once came out of me. He started to fuck me harder and faster. He went deeper into my guts. The sound of my cheeks smacking into his pelvis filled my ears. Juices rolled down my balls and in between my thighs.
He pulled out of me. The air in the room rushed up inside me. My used and abused hole twitched violently. It wanted more of what he had to offer. I made my ass shake for him. He slid his massive dick back inside of me. I began to twerk on his dick.
His balls slapped into mine over and over. Sweat poured off his body. Morris’s dick was deep inside of me. I bounced back on his cock and worked my ass muscles. I made my ass twerk on his dick. Morris slowed his strokes and began to move his hips in a circular motion. My ass made these fart sounds, but we didn’t care.
“Your pussy is mine,” Morris uttered. “It’s so fuckin’ fat and juicy.”
“It’s yours. Take it,” I cried out. “Fuck me, daddy!”
Morris pulled his dick out of me and then slammed it back inside of me. I tried to run, but he held me still and did it again and again. He started fuck me like a jackrabbit. His long dick plowed through my guts. He rolled me onto my back. His eyes were black with dark passion. He pushed all of his uncut meat back into my chute.
Over and over, he slammed inside of me. The walls of my anus clapped down on his dick. It was like my ass had created a vacuum seal around his member. He couldn’t pull out of me. I spread my legs, and his cock moved back and forth. It sounded like someone was swimming in my ass.
His strokes became slow. He moved with certain smoothness as he long dicked me down. My body rocked back and forth. My dick grew hard as it flopped around. Morris’s dick was like magic. His bushy pubes kept rubbing against my ass cheeks.
Morris slapped my ass, and my walls tightened around his cock. I started to stroke my cock. He picked up his pace, fucking me harder and faster. I could feel my insides being pulled out. The sensation sent me into overdrive. Cum spewed from my dick as I let out a loud cry.
“Bout to cum deep in your pussy,” he announced.
He drove his dick deep inside of me. Morris’s body began to twitch as he pumped me full of cum. In the distance, the fireworks went off. 2024 was gone, and 2025 had arrived. Just like last year, I brought in the new year with Morris’s dick buried deep inside of me.
“My new year's resolution is going to be to get you pregnant,” he said with a cocky grin.
“Fuck you,” I giggled.
“No worries,” he said as he wiggled his cock inside of me. “I plan to do it again and again.”
Our foreheads came to rest together. His lips grazed mine, and then we kissed. I took his fat pink lips into my mouth. May 2025 be a year with an abundance of cum!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
