A Story About Four Straight Friends

[Xxkpetersxx]

It took a long time before Dylan felt clean again, having used at least thrice as much soap to rinse off all remnants of cum. He then turned the water valve hotter and continued showering to warm himself up. It was quite a decent shower for it being in a student house, with a glass pane separating the open shower with the rest of the room. He noticed the shower also included a rain head, which he turned on. His head was rather empty and dazed after the long session with Monica. Dylan closed his eyes and felt the soft, hot drops landing on his shoulders and back.

He opened them again when he heard the bathroom door open. Stewart entered the space wearing only a pair of white cotton shorts. He looked at Dylan who quickly covered his still lengthy dick with his hand. Stewart laughed charmingly: "Oh sorry, thought you were Monica. Do you mind me taking a wee?" Apparently it was regular business in this student house to not care about being naked with other people present. "Go ahead, mate." Through the fogged glass pane, he could see Stewart approaching the toilet and lifting up the seat. Stewart pulled down the front of his shorts and got out his dick. The shimmering contour revealed him to be quite well-endowed. Dylan could clearly imagine the source of the loud noises coming through the walls half an hour ago.

Dylan released his cover and continued showering. His dull head could not think about another topic, but luckily Stewart cut through the silence with his charismatic voice: "Did you use the mayonnaise tonight?". "What?", Dylan mumbled, but then recalled the embarrassing scene the day before. He grinned. "Oh, that.. No, mate. This time she got my own mayonnaise." Stewart's pleasant laugh sounded sincere. "I bet. Monica's crazy, innit? She's one hell of a girl". "Are you jealous?" "Hell no. I've tried her out for a while, but she ain't nothing for me." Hence Stewart had no problem with entering the bathroom when he thought Monica would be there. Apparently they had some history together. "What d'you mean? Are you her ex?" "No, no. We were just two horny housemates. We shagged on regular basis, that's all." "Right."

Dylan did not really want to hear about another guy fucking his new girl so he quickly changed topics. "Who's the girl you brought home? Sounded like you were having a good time?" Dylan saw him smiling through the fogged glass and Stewart pulled up his shorts again. He went to the sink and washed his hands while looking through the mirror to Dylan. "Sorry, mate. Could you actually hear us?", he asked, but it did not sound sincere. He was probably well aware of the fact the whole house could hear them. "Fucking hell, mate. We heard the whole bed banging for at least half an hour." Stewart turned around and leaned against the sink. Dylan did not care enough to cover up his crotch again and just continued showering in front of him. Stewart's abs revealed themselves neatly and his chest muscles looked bigger than Dylan expected. The bulge in his shorts was unmistakably present and Dylan tried to avoid looking at it. Instead, he looked at the charismatic expression of Stewart's face, with his blonde, curly hair falling down until his eyes. Stewart smiled proudly and his dimples appeared. "Sometimes you gotta unload a little, innit? Sorry for disturbing you." "No problem, mate. It was rather fun to listen to. Is she still alive though?" Stewart smiled satisfactorily. "She's still laying on bed. I think she's exhausted. To be frank with you, I was hoping for round two, but I doubt it'll happen." He locked eyes with him and Dylan suddenly felt a shiver in his body. He smiled back. "You can never trust girls with it." They laughed and held eye contact for a second, before Stewart looked away. "Anyway, I'm sorry to have bothered you", he said politely. "No problem, mate. I didn't mind." "I guess I'll see you around with Monica. Or was this a one time thing?" "Don't know yet." "Alright, no worries. See you." "See you, mate."

After Dylan finished cleaning up, he returned to Monica's room wearing a towel he found in the bathroom. Just like Stewart he was hoping for round two, but Monica was not in her room, so he just sat down on bed. Without thinking, he listened to a sound on the background, until he became aware it was the exact same sound as an hour ago. Dylan grinned with the thought of Stewart having arranged his desired second round. The bumping noise continued as Dylan took his phone and checked the missed messages. One was of Monica who apparently had forgotten a certain meeting and had left already. Dylan grinned again. Normally, he would be the one to leave early or ensure any rendezvous would be cut off in due time, but this time he was beaten to it. With the constant banging of Stewart in the background and without Dylan's own sexual needs fully satisfied he dressed up and left for home.

 

[Xxlp1996xx]

Dylan met up with Leo in the afternoon. They strolled aimlessly along the beach. The weather was by far not good enough to swim or tan, but the two got knee-high in the water anyway by rolling up their jeans. They joked around about university, businesses, friends and girls.

As usual, Leo smilingly disapproved of Dylan's behaviour regarding girls, especially when he told him Monica had set him up with another date for the evening. "This is fucking perfect, innit? Life can't absolutely be better than this. She fucking wants me to shag someone else, without any jealousy. Told you girls can go proper bonkers." Leo rolled his eyes and threw away a string of seaweed. "You're insane, Dylan. I hope you're not going through with it." "Of course I am. What's the matter with you?" "You're not even interested in her, innit?" Dylan grinned sheepishly and ran a hand through his hair. "I am. She's gorgeous." "Gorgeous enough for more than a night?" "Nah. Don't think so, mate. Doesn't mean it ain't worth the shot." "Are you only doing it because Monica wants you to?" Dylan grinned. He had actually not really thought about it like that. "Perhaps. It's fucking hot when a girl suggests it, innit?" "Dylan, you're just using her." "What?", Dylan exclaimed indignantly, "She obviously wants me as well. She's using me. Look!". He scrolled through his phone and read out loud some of the messages Chelsea had sent: "I wish you were here right now.. You look proper fit.. Here! Hear this: I want to be used by you.. See! She's desperate for some good dick. It is only ethically right to give it to her." Leo looked at him with suspicion. "I don't believe she really sent that last one. That doesn't sound very feminist." Dylan grinned happily at the fact he knew girls better than Leo. "Here, see for yourself!", he said as he handed Leo his phone.

Meanwhile, Dylan grabbed a large pebble from the sand and skipped it over the small waves. It jumped a few times across the smooth surface before disappearing out of sight. "She only said it 'cause you made her to, Dylan. You said right before her message you're very dominant in bed and you like to 'use someone'. That's not fair. And why would you say something that sketchy anyway? You sound like those superficial reality TV show guys." Dylan shrug his shoulders. "She still wants to be used by me though. And by the way, I didn't send any of those texts, so it ain't my fault she's buying it." "That's even worse, Dylan. You're not making it any better for yourself." Dylan groaned impatiently. "Leo... Come on, mate. Why are you making it always so difficult? You should just study philosophy or something with your annoying sensitivity." "So you're admitting I'm right?" "Yea, no. I don't know. I'm admitting I don't fucking care about it, alright? Saves me a lot of headache."

He skipped another rock but all it did was make a big splash. Leo grinned as well. "You're hopeless, Dylan. Why do I even keep trying. I don't think you'll ever learn how to respect.. Dylan, what the fuck. Here's your phone, mate." Dylan skipped a last pebble before he turned to Leo who stood with his hand out and his sight facing the other way. "What's the matter?", Dylan said as he got the phone. "I don't fucking need to see that." Dylan grinned and started turning red when he saw the picture which was enlarged on his phone. It was one of the graphic pictures Monica had made of his body. Here, his entire torso was visible and he was firmly holding his erect dick with one hand. The light shined upon his abs, which he had purposefully contracted. "Oh, sorry you had to see that, mate." "Why would you give me your phone? You knew these would be in that conversation." "To be honest, I had kinda forgotten about them. Monica had made those." They both could not stop laughing once they started and soon they giggled like girls.

"Fucking hell, Dylan. You're insane." "As if you've never sent a dickpic." "I've never proudly shown it to my mates before." "To be fair.. You'd be a lot less proud about it." Leo pressed his smiling lips together and tried to look angry but failed miserably. Instead, he reached out and splashed water against Dylan who immediately returned the favour. "You gotta admit, it's quite big, right?", Leo attempted proudly and continued: "I know I'm not as well-endowed as you or Tom, but it counts as something. Isabella is happy at least". "Sure, alright, mate. If that's the story you tell yourself." "Piss off." "Are you jealous?", Dylan asked teasingly. "Not really to be honest. Isabella is happy with my size which makes me feel good as well." "Should I pay Isabella a visit? Make sure she's satisfied at least once in her life by a big dick." "I'll fucking shoot your dick off if you ever do that, mate. Just go to Chelsea." "Oh, now I'm allowed to?" "Yes, sure. You do you, as long as you never lay a finger on Isabella. Or your dick." "Promise."

 

[qvor_21]

The story is very nice and fascinating. But it lacks a bit of dynamism in the gay relationships between the male characters. Lots of good looking men with nice bodies, faces and penises are described, but not enough real play in men's games. This overture to a real gay scene between the men is getting too long, and I think if this continues there's a chance that interest in such a good story will start to wane due to the lack of such a scene, whether it be between Dylan and Samuel or between two others or boys.

It's wonderful that the story is detailed descriptive, well delineating the images of the characters, it's nice that there is a plot, and not just a description of who where and how they got it or finished it, but it's high time there was real banter between the boys, And also to have more sex scenes. It would also be good to have more frequent posts with new parts of the story.

 

[dvsdz]

There’s clearly some gay tension in this story. I just want it realised

but why is the heterosexuality "too much"?

 

[dvsdz]

The story is very nice and fascinating. But it lacks a bit of dynamism in the gay relationships between the male characters. Lots of good looking men with nice bodies, faces and penises are described, but not enough real play in men's games. This overture to a real gay scene between the men is getting too long, and I think if this continues there's a chance that interest in such a good story will start to wane due to the lack of such a scene, whether it be between Dylan and Samuel or between two others or boys.

It's wonderful that the story is detailed descriptive, well delineating the images of the characters, it's nice that there is a plot, and not just a description of who where and how they got it or finished it, but it's high time there was real banter between the boys, And also to have more sex scenes. It would also be good to have more frequent posts with new parts of the story.

why do you think this is a gay story? you're reading too much into it. The things you feel are homoerotic are just how straight alphas act around each other. the checking out of other guys is not sexual but competitive. you want to see if you have a better body/bigger dick than them. not because you're attracted to them. ultimately it comes down to competition for women and having to prove yourself to protect your ego and reputation. Dylan has not shown any overtly homosexual feelings in the whole story
. this is a straight story and that's fine
.

 

[Raphael2000]

Just let Dylan figure out himself what he wants!! When the time comes he will find out. I think the author will have plenty in store for us. I can feel it.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Dylan went home on his own. He still had to prepare some food before meeting Chelsea that night. He had asked her to come to his place so he would not have to rush through diner and she was fine with it. He was not necessarily looking forward to tonight, but felt rather indifferent about it. He actually noticed he preferred to be with Monica who had a strange sense of allure over her, but Dylan nonetheless did not make any effort to change his plans.

Mindlessly he opened the front door and walked up the stairs. His mind ran off to Sofia, wondering where she would be at the moment, until he became aware of his thoughts and he tried in vain to get rid off them again. Luckily, he got a call from Michael at that very moment. "Mate, you gotta get to Caxton's right now. We're having a drink without you." Dylan tried to switch his thoughts to the conversation. "Eh.. Sure, mate. Why a drink?" "That's a daft question. There's girls here." Dylan heard some noises right before he wanted to enter his room, which distracted him even more. "Girls.. Eh.. What for?" He opened the door of his room but then realised the sounds were coming from Corey's room instead. Michael blared through the speaker: "What do you mean what for? What's wrong with you?" Dylan went to Corey's door where the noises indeed became louder. "I just remembered I can't come tonight. I'll call you back, alright?", he said with a surpressed voice.

Without awaiting a response Dylan hung up. Clearly Corey was not alone in his room. He listened to the noises to see if Corey had finally taken a girl home yet he could not hear any girl's voice. Instead, he heard Samuel saying something inaudible. Why would the two of them be together? Probably Corey had had another one of his breakdowns and Samuel, as annoyingly kind as he is, would have assisted him. Dylan turned around at first, but then decided to enter Corey's room anyway to see what was up with them. Without knocking he slammed open the door and stepped in. He smiled at first, but his smile soon disappeared when he saw Samuel.

Samuel immediately made eye contact with him and froze in time. He was laying on Corey's bed. His curly, playful hair hung over his face in a messy way. His beautifully tanned body laid down on the white sheets like a Greek God. The erotic elegance combined with his good natured spirit made Samuel radiate a captivating atmosphere. His chest was directed towards the ceiling and his abs were contracted. He was holding the shaft of his large dick but his hand was by far not big enough to cover even half of it. Even though Dylan had seen Samuel naked before, he was startled by this scenario.

On top of Samuel was Corey whose annoying face looked scared at Dylan. His slender body seemed more muscular than Dylan would have expected from him, although it was by far diminished in the presence of Samuel. His wide shoulders hovered over Samuel's body and he rested on his stretched out arms. Samuel's legs were wrapped around Corey's shoulders and Corey leaned against him. His dick was inside Samuel but he immediately pulled out when he saw Dylan. Without moving, Dylan watched how Corey panicky stood up and searched for something to hold in front of him. He ended up choosing his backpack and just stood there covering his junk while mumbling apologies.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Samuel stood up as well and put on his boxers in a vain attempt to hide his manhood. Dylan felt confused and tried to say something but he could not come up with any words. Samuel apologised with inaudible, rapid sentences, yet Dylan did not really listen. He felt blood rising through his body and his sight became slightly blurry. "What the fuck is wrong with you..", he mumbled as he blinked his eyes. It was silent for a moment, but Samuel quickly broke through it with another rapid sequence of words. Dylan did not even hear in what language he was speaking but he appeared to express some sort of remorse. From what Dylan understood it seemed Samuel regretted Dylan had to find out about it.
Dylan smirked derogatoryly. "Fucking faggots. I don't fucking care", he stated monotonously before turning around and leaving Corey's room.

He went to his room and mindlessly gathered some things laying around to put in his backpack which he flung on his shoulder. He heard the voices of Corey and Samuel discussing in the other room, but did not mind to actually listen to them. Instead, Dylan got up and went downstairs. He heard the footsteps of one of them approaching him, but he quickly walked further onto the pavement. A hand grabbed his arm and Samuel's voice made him halt and turn around. There Samuel stood in full sunlight wearing nothing but his boxers, a body as wonderful as ever, but a face full of regret. "Dyl, listen. It just happened, alright? It doesn't change anything between us. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you wouldn't understand." Samuel went on and Dylan tried to listen to him but could not follow the meaning of his sentences. "Since when are you a fucking poof?", Dylan asked in between Samuel's charade of words. Samuel looked at him with a tangible confusion in his eyes. "You knew that, right?" "How should I know. You were hooking up with Ashley." "I thought it'd be clear. I'm bi. I'm sorry, Dyl, I thought you knew." "Doesn't matter."
Dylan turned around and walked further in a steady pace but after a few steps he was again halted by Samuel. "Dyl, I'm so sorry for doing this behind your back. I did not want to exclude you, but since you get angry very.." "Exclude me? In no fucking way would I want to be included in that fucking gay shit." "I didn't mean.. I could have told you about it at least. But it just started last week and I.." "Last week?", Dylan interrupted immediately, "So it's not the first time?". "No, but it just happened. I didn't mean to, you know.." "Fuck him?" "No, I.." "Get fucked by that fucking wanker?"

Samuel's green eyes looked at him with a filling regret. He paused a few seconds before he attempted another explanation. "Listen, Dyl. I just didn't know what else to do. If I had told you, I don't think you would have understand it. Which doesn't mean I shouldn't have, but I think you're really undervaluing Corey. He really means well and he is always so attentive to.." "Well, that's fucking great for you, innit? I'm giving you a proper place to stay and as soon as I turn around, you're shagging my fucking housemate." Dylan's entire body was in tension. He pressed his fists together but it did not result in calming down. Instead of zoning out he could now see everything through a hyper attentive blur. Dylan could see how Samuel's position became quite uncomfortable, a sight he would have never guessed to see from him. Samuel clearly did not have any problem with standing in his boxers on the pavement but Dylan noticed he shifted his weight between his legs whenever he was thinking. He saw the many emotions embedded in his eyes, the regret, sadness, hopelessness. He noticed how Samuel's lips alternated from being pressed together to a small gasp for breath, as if he was about to say something yet held in. "I'm sorry, Dyl", Samuel finally mumbled. Dylan felt a cold shiver rising from his stomach, which soon enveloped his entire body. He wanted to push Samuel away, hit him on his beautiful body, and simultaneously apologise for his behaviour. Yet, he chose to look at Samuel a final time before turning around and leaving him behind.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

During the route towards the city centre Dylan was able to suppress most thoughts even though the image of Samuel laying on Corey's bed seemed to be permanently imprinted in his mind. He ignored any thought that came up and immediately silenced any feeling associated with it, until he became indifferent about his own mind and its surroundings.

He greeted his friends at the cafetaria and introduced himself to the new people present. He sat down for a drink and joked along with the usual banter although he was only superficially present. He quickly downed a couple of beers, mainly encouraged by Michael in order to get on the same level of drunkenness. Even though he was laughing along, it felt as if he was in a copy of the original situation in which he could merely partake in a predetermined manner. He said what he had to say, laughed when it was expected, but it did not feel original.

Eventually Leo joined the group with Isabella. When Leo greeted Dylan, he looked confused at him. Leo asked him something, but the meaning of the question did not really arrive. "Eh.. What?" "That girl. Sorry, I forgot her name. Or did you bail on her?" Dylan's fake smile toned down when he remembered he had forgotten Chelsea. He looked at his watch to see it was well over time. He took his phone and saw a flood of messages and a few missed calls. He quickly returned her call and walked away from his friends to a place more quiet. It took a while before Chelsea picked up.

"Hey." "Yo, it's Dylan. I've been stuck at a meeting and my phone was dead. Where are you at?" "What the fuck. I've waited for like thirty minutes at your house. Your roommate let me in. I thought something might have happened to you. Why didn't you fucking call?" Her voice sounded anything but pleased. She was almost shouting and Dylan held his phone a couple of centimeters from his ear. "Wow, calm down. My phone was dead." She did not calm down. "Don't tell me to fucking calm down. You could've fucking borrowed a phone. Is this how you treat your friends as well?" "It just happened, alright. Jesus. Can't do much about it, innit? Where are you at?" "I'm fucking walking home right now." "Where shall we meet up?" "Are you actually asking me to come and see you? As if I still want to meet up after you've been wasting my time." "Ah c'mon, babe. I wanted to call you immediately, but I just couldn't. Let me make it up to you. Allow me to get you a drink." "What the fuck, Dylan." "C'mon, babe. I obviously didn't mean to let you wait. It was very frustrating to be stuck in that meeting knowing you were waiting for me. I really want to see you. Just let me buy you one drink. I owe it to you." "You're literally the worst. I should've just left immediately when you weren't there." "Come on, that's not fair. I promise I couldn't help it. Let's just forget about it, alright, and start over with a drink. I really want to get to know you, Chelsea."

It was silent for a few seconds, so Dylan continued: "Let's just have a drink and forget about it. I promise you'll have a proper time". "Why would I", she asked rhetorically, obviously to buy some time to think which Dylan did not give her. "'Cause it's fucking worth it. You're giving up on it 'cause a fucking meeting was delayed? That's really low. If you really wanted to see me we can just meet up right now, innit? I'm at the centre already so let's just go to a pub. Where are you at?" "My house is in the centre as well, so I'm close." "That's great. Let's meet up at the Grand, shall we?" Again it was silent, but Chelsea eventually agreed: "I guess. You better not be late for that as well." Dylan grinned. "Of course not, babe. I'll be there in five. See you there." "See you."

Dylan hung up the phone and went back to the table where he chugged his beer. "What happened?", Leo asked. "Nothing. I'm going to see her right now", Dylan said without showing any sign of hesitation. "How long did you let her wait?" "It's fine. I used a proper excuse." "Dylan, please just be nice to her. She's also just a person, not an object." "Fucking hell, Leo. Why do you always assume the worst of me. Just let me do my thing, alright", he responded with a raised voice. He avoided the look of Leo and grabbed his backpack. He said goodbye to his friends and headed towards the Grand.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Dylan sat down and ordered two drinks already. His thoughts ran away and soon his mind was filled up with the image of Samuel. He quickly felt angry again but noticed it was mainly towards Corey, who had taken away his trust completely. He was obviously playing some sort of game as revenge for how Dylan had treated him. And Samuel was probably gullible enough to fall for it. He saw the regret in Samuel's green eyes, the vulnerable way in which he stood on the street wearing nothing but his boxers, asking Dylan to forgive him. Dylan understood nothing of it, especially why such a charismatic character would ever want to be with someone like Corey. He noticed he never felt really angry at Samuel. It was just impossible to feel any sign of hate towards such an honest and open person. The image of them fucking floated again around in his head and he was unable to get rid off it. He felt stupid for not knowing both of them were gay, and had no idea how he should have known that, even though in hindsight it started to make sense.

"Hey." He woke up from his thoughts and saw Chelsea had arrived. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and her blonde, curly hair looked much better than expected. She smiled hesitantly. Dylan quickly stood up and greeted her by giving two kisses on her cheeks. "You look absolutely stunning, babe. I'm glad you're here." "Thanks, I appreciate it." They sat down and she looked uncomfortably at Dylan. "Sorry about earlier. I thought you had forgotten about me so I kinda got angry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. I could've known something was up." "No worries, babe. Let's just forget about it, shall we? We had a good time last morning, so let's just continue on it." Chelsea blushed. "About that.. I was not really thinking straight. Hence.. You know, the weird messages." Dylan grinned. "I didn't mind at all. It was fucking horny." "Of course.. I mean, I'm normally not like that." "Sure, babe. That's what we all say, innit?", he said teasingly. "For real! Don't you find this quite awkward too?" "Why would I?" "I mean.. I've never seen you before, but it's kinda weird after last time, don't you think?" "It's not. We were just having fun. Let's now just get to know each other, shall we?" Chelsea smiled and looked already more comfortable. They clinked glasses and were soon chatting about anything.

Chelsea was a nice distraction. It felt good to get some attention again by someone who was interested in him. They ordered food and more drinks and soon any previously held barrier was gone, however, Dylan's mind was still occupied with Samuel. Even though Chelsea seemed like good company, he could not help to drift away or loose attention every now and then. Whenever that happened, Chelsea seemed to try even harder to get his attention. This built up further once the alcohol started to set in. Soon, Dylan could not hold up his outward facing positive attitude and got frustrated and bored. He was hardly listening to another story of hers and would occasionally cut her off rudely.

This time she was telling a boring story about her childhood when Dylan suddenly interrupted her. "Do you live close by?", he asked. Chelsea was confused for a second but then responded with a hesitant smile: "Yea, it's literally like a two minute walk from here. Why?". "Let's go to yours." "What do you mean? I haven't even finished my food yet." "I don't care. I mean, it's more fun at home, innit?" Chelsea looked at him with raised eyebrows. She smiled perplexed. "Is it okay if I finish my food first? Oh by the way.. I'm still living with my parents so maybe it's better to go to yours." "No, let's go to yours. Mine's too far away." "I don't think my parents will like it if I take a lad home." "Jesus, how old are you? Your parents should be happy you're having fun." "I guess.." "I'll make sure we don't make too much noise if you're afraid of that."

She smiled uneasily. "Who said we'll be having sex?" Dylan rolled with his eyes and sighed impatiently. "Oh c'mon, babe. Don't be so naive. We both know we want it so why don't we just cut to the chase and fuck, instead of pretending we don't want it. I can clearly recall your photos from last night." Chelsea giggled, clearly uncomfortable by this direct approach. "I don't know.. We were.. I was in a weird state last time when you invited me." "You were fucking horny, innit? You were eager to try out my dick." "I was feeling aroused because I had just woken up." "So what about now?", Dylan said, followed by a cheeky smile. She giggled again. "I'm feeling mainly drunk to be honest."

Dylan put his hand on her leg and squeezed. He got closer to her and locked eyes with her. He approached her and pressed his lips against hers. She responded hesitantly and Dylan released after a few seconds of making out. "Listen Chelsea. I don't want to brag, but I'm really good in bed. You'll have the best night of your life. You've seen my little guy and it's anything but little. I know you want to try it. Let's just go to your place and have some proper fun." Chelsea giggled another time, but finally gave in. He paid the check and ten minutes later Dylan was fucking her on her own bed. His dick barely fit in and Chelsea was moaning loudly. He grabbed her blonde hair and smacked her on her ass. He was certain her parents and brother, who he had quickly introduced himself to a couple of minutes earlier, could clearly hear her moans and the pounding of bed against wall. Dylan instructed her to get off the bed. He lifted her up in the air and positioned her on his dick. While holding her ass firmly, he thrusted in her rhythmically until she reached her first climax. He kissed her and put her down again. He sat down on her armchair and commanded her to suck him off. She obeyed eagerly. Even though she could not even reach halfway, it felt amazingly good. He titled his head against the back rest and closed his eyes to focus on the sensations.

Soon, however, the image of Samuel intruded his mind. He attempted to get rid off it, but was unable to. He shook his head, blinked his eyes and told her to stand up again. He grabbed her by her waist and directed her back to bed. He pushed her on the sheets and crawled on top of her. With his fingers he felt her wet pussy. He grabbed the shaft of his dick and pressed it against her until it entered her again. She moaned as she put her long nails in his back. He kissed her in her neck and started to fuck her hard, entering his dick slightly further in her with every thrust. Her body shivered underneath his strong muscles, but Dylan continued firmly. He turned her around again to fuck her in doggy position. She moaned loudly when he pulled her hair. "Dylan.." He grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed her body against his dick. "Wait.. Stop", Chelsea mumbled with a moaning voice.

Dylan made a few more thrusts before he released. She fell down on bed and was breathing heavily, her body shaking. "What?", Dylan asked brusquely. "It was too much.. You have to slow down." "Why?" She turned over and looked at him with red cheeks. "It hurts.. You're too big for me." Dylan rolled with his eyes. "C'mon. You just need some time to adjust." He gave her a kiss and massaged her upper legs. He got closer and rubbed the head of his dick up along her thighs. Chelsea pressed her legs further together. "I'm serious, Dylan. I'm not used to it." "Don't tell me you're a virgin." "No, no. It's just.. I have never had such a big one before." "It ain't that big, is it." "Too big for me I'm afraid. It hurts." Dylan looked at her impatiently and sighed. "So, what now? You don't want to have sex?" "Don't get me wrong. I want to, but I just can't." "So?" Chelsea sat up straight in bed. "Sorry, I don't know. Maybe next time it'll go better."

Dylan was almost certain there would not be a next time. He did not really know what to do so he just pulled off the condom and sat next to her on bed. He raised his eyebrows when Chelsea smiled cheekily at him. She put her hand on his chest and slowly moved it downwards to his abs. "C'mon, Dylan. Don't be sad. We can still have fun in other ways." He gave a faint smile and observed her naked body. Her hand went down along his abs until her fingers found his dick. "Soft already?", she said jokingly. "Just suck me off then, alright?", Dylan responded without being able to hide his frustrations. He laid down on her bed and watched how she folded her hand around his soft dick. She got closer and licked his balls while softly stroking his dick until it became hard again. Chelsea looked eagerly at the rising length of his dick. "Look at this! I can wrap both my hands around it", she said with an annoyingly childish voice. Dylan ignored the comment and guided her face to his dick.

She wrapped her lips around it and Dylan groaned. He closed his eyes but opened them immediately after to avoid the image of Samuel taking over. He held her curly hair in a hand-made knot above her head while she attempted to suck him off. In between her pauses for breath she stroked him off rapidly, but was clearly not as experienced as other girls he had been with. He instructed her to go deeper, but she quickly made gagging noises.

When he felt he had had enough, he pushed her head away and did the final strokes himself. "Swallow it", he commanded right before he felt himself climaxing. Chelsea wrapped her lips around his dick and Dylan groaned while his cum shot out of his body. He watched how she attempted to swallow it yet her mouth was soon overloaded by his semen and it dripped onto his dick and body. She swallowed only a small part of it and gagged. He waited for her to stop gagging and pushed her face again towards his dick. "Lick it." Chelsea did as he said and licked some of the semen off his body while giggling. She stopped after a few drops and sat up straight. "Jesus. That was a lot." "What about the rest?", Dylan asked discontented. "I'll get you a towel." Normally, he would ask for a shower right after sex, but since he had hardly had to exert himself, he was fine with it.

He stood up and cleaned himself up before he started putting on his clothes again. "Oh.. Are you leaving already? You can stay for tonight if you want to", Chelsea offered. "Nah, sorry. I gotta be up early in the morning. Thanks though." Chelsea seemed let down by the fact he wanted to leave immediately, but he did not really care about it. He grabbed his backpack and gave her a kiss. "I'll see you next time," he said. "When shall we meet again? I enjoyed it." Dylan just wanted to leave, so he responded vaguely: "We can meet in town. I'll see you around. Good night". Chelsea was unable to hide her disappointment, yet Dylan left anyway. He closed the door of her room and walked passed the living room where he nodded goodbye to her parents who seemed to be very confused at his sudden departure. He walked into the evening breeze and was happy to be alone again.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

He went to Caxton's to see whether his friends were still there, but the terrace was already empty. He thought about calling Leo or Michael to ask whether he could crash for tonight to avoid Samuel, but he did not want to explain anything to them either, so he just started walking home instead. He lit up a cigarette and thought about Samuel. He had no idea why he was feeling so angry about the situation. Why would he care the two of them were fooling around? Perhaps he just did not want them to interact, afraid they would form a group without him. Or he was simply still in shock after finding out both Corey and Samuel liked men. He could have expected it from Corey, but had not the faintest idea Samuel would like guys as well. He normally did not care at all about someone's sexuality and knew quite some people who were not straight, but for some reason this felt different. He recalled how Samuel had tried to explain the situation to him, but could not remember the words he had used. It was stupid to get angry at him for no reason. He decided he would just come home and pretend nothing had happened, perhaps make a small, rare apology for his behaviour to Samuel.

He smoked another cigarette before entering the house. He made sure to make quite some noise on the stairs to avoid entering in a similar situation, but there was no sound this time. He looked in the kitchen and then in his room, but no sign from Samuel. Perhaps he was still at Corey's room. He sat down on the bench to look on his phone, but then he saw a piece of paper on the side table. It was from Samuel. "Hey Dyl, I can't thank you enough for letting me live at your place and I had the greatest of time. You're truly an amazing person, but I don't want to bother you again with my shit. I shouldn't have misused your hospitality, sorry. I'm now staying at a friend of mine until I find my own room. I hope to see you sometime soon. Sam."

 

[burrlaburr]

Really great updates, @Xxkpetersxx !

 

[Hopeanutbutter]

Seems to me Dylan is a little jealous

 

[burrlaburr]

Any more on the way @Xxkpetersxx ? It’s getting so good!

 

[jamessoo]

i love dylan and michael hope they end up together somehow, really hope samuel and dylan don’t end up together can’t stand samuel

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Michael grabbed the barbell with two hands and positioned himself underneath the metal rod. He lifted the heavy weights up in the air, stepped back and went down for squats. With his upper body straight, chest towards the front and hips back, he repeated the movement for a few reps. Dylan could see his back muscles pressed together through his shirt underneath the metal. Michael's butt pointed backwards each time he lowered himself and the usual Calvin Klein boxers revealed themselves slightly. He groaned when he almost finished his third set. "C'mon, Michael, you can do it", Leo said encouragingly. "Don't be such a pussy", Dylan added even though he knew he would be unable to imitate Michael with these weights.

Slowly but surely Michael finished his last reps and lifted the barbell back on the rack. He smirked proudly and nodded to Dylan. "Your turn." "Nah, mate. I'm done. It's been more than an hour already and I still need to study if I'm ever gonna pass." "Since when do you care so much about grades?" "I don't. But I need to score somewhat high to get into a firm, innit? I don't have a minted dad like you who can get me in anywhere." As expected, Michael immediately looked offended. "I didn't get my job 'cause of my dad. I worked hard for it and deserved it." "Sure, but having a dad like yours surely brings up the chances, innit?" Michael looked at Leo for backup, but Leo nodded hesitantly. "Whatever", Michael said as he shrug his shoulders pretending to be indifferent, "To get promotion means you demonstrated your own qualities rather than being dependent on someone else, so it's bullshit". Dylan grinned. "Sure, whatever you believe. I'm off. Have fun with the weights, mate." "I think I'm coming with you," Leo said with a sheepish smirk, "I kinda forgot again about our test to be honest". It did not surprise Dylan. Leo would oftentimes forget about the simplest things due to being distracted about the smallest side tracks. They shook hands and went off to the changing rooms.

Dylan felt the gym shirt stick to his sweaty back and was happy to remove it together with his shorts. Since they were alone in the room, he observed himself in the mirror. It seemed like his body was not progressing at all or even getting worse. His abs were still not how he wanted them to be. His chest muscles were quite present although not as refined as Michael's or as subtle as Samuel's. He thought about going more often, but would not know where to find the time. He returned to his backpack and grabbed a towel. "Your body has been really improving", Leo said with a happy smile, but for some reason Dylan did not believe him. "Thanks, but I need to do better." "You're a lot stronger than me at least", Leo said jokingly. Dylan grinned. "I don't know, mate. You've been putting on some muscle. Look at your biceps, mate. You've even got that V-line starting to take shape." Leo looked down at his own body and touched some of his muscles carefully yet proudly. "I guess so", he said with a big grin on his face. "For real. In a month or two you'll be bigger than Tom", Dylan teased. Leo laughed and jokingly flexed his muscles shortly. It was always a funny sight to see Leo do anything in his colourful boxers. "That's never gonna happen", Leo concluded.

Dylan pulled down his own boxers and searched for the shower gel in his gym bag. He went to the open showers and opened the valve of one of them. "Fucking hell, it's cold", he exclaimed to which he heard Leo's laughter. He waited until the water was of moderate temperature and stepped underneath the stream of water. Leo joined the shower next to him, accidentally touching Dylan when passing him. "Mate, no touching in the shower." "Sorry." "You've got Isabella already for that." "You're right. She isn't as fit as you though", Leo said jokingly as he smiled cheekily to Dylan. Dylan joined along with Leo's friendly banter. "Oh? You like this better, don't you?", he said flirtatious while touching his abs. Leo grinned with a blush. It was quite easy to make him feel uncomfortable. "Of course. Mates before dates, innit?" Dylan jestingly grabbed his dick and whirled it around. Leo laughed hard and looked away. "You're crazy."

They continued showering and talked about arbitrary topics until Leo carefully switched subjects. "By the way, Dyl. I heard about Samuel.. From Sam actually.. That he is living somewhere else now, right?" Dylan had expected it but had preferred to avoid it. "Yea, he does", was his only response, so Leo attempted further: "I heard he didn't want to bother you any further and, you know.. Since he and your roommate were.." Leo hesitated, so Dylan finished his sentence. "They were fucking. I don't mind." "Are you still in contact with Sam?" "Not at the moment but we'll see each other soon I assume." "It would be a pity if you didn't. You're very good friends." "I know. It'll be fine."

It was silent for a minute until Dylan decided to ask Leo one more thing. "Did you know he was gay?" "Sam? Sam's bi. You knew that already, right?" "No, not really. You never told me." "You didn't? Sorry, I didn't know it was important to tell you. Everyone knows that already." "Everyone?" "Yea, you know. From university and his friends." "Well, I don't know them, do I? How should I have known he's gay." "Sorry, I thought it was obvious. Didn't the two of you have sex as well?" "No. Well, we did, but not with each other of course. You know I'm not gay." "Sorry, I know. I meant I thought he would have told you, because you were quite close after that." "No, he didn't." "Do you mind Sam's bi?" "I don't care. It's none of my business." "He's your friend, innit?" "So? He can do what he like. If he likes to get fucked by guys it's none of my business, is it?" "I was quite interested in knowing how it influenced him." "Influenced?" "Yea, it can have quite an impact on your life if you find out you're not straight." "It doesn't change a thing, does it. You're still the same you."

 

[irishdude55]

So invested in this

 

[Raphael2000]

i love dylan and michael hope they end up together somehow, really hope samuel and dylan don’t end up together can’t stand samuel

What do you mean?? Samuel seems very sweet. Michael seems to be just boring and arrogant.

 

[David200]

why do you think this is a gay story? you're reading too much into it. The things you feel are homoerotic are just how straight alphas act around each other. the checking out of other guys is not sexual but competitive. you want to see if you have a better body/bigger dick than them. not because you're attracted to them. ultimately it comes down to competition for women and having to prove yourself to protect your ego and reputation. Dylan has not shown any overtly homosexual feelings in the whole story
. this is a straight story and that's fine
.

I agree. It all seems to be about being jealous of the 'competition', aka his own friends. It's quite refreshing to finally have a story that doesn't jump out of the closet immediately. I actually like the new part where Samuel is bi, I'm curious how that will unfold or how Dylan will react to it in the long run.

 

[RubberDuck98]

So invested in this

Sameeeee....