Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

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-----The Blizzard-----

A Scruff conversation:

Patrick: Hey man, what's up? Don't think I've seen you on here before.

bigballs4u: Hey bud no I havent been on here before. Not doing much sick of being snowed in allready, u?

Patrick: Same. Horned up.

bigballs4u: Horney to.

Patrick: So you have big balls, huh? LOL

bigballs4u: *Sends pic of balls*

Patrick: Dayum, man! You sure do! *Sends boner pic*

bigballs4u: Nice big dick man! How big is it?

Patrick: 7, nice and fat. You?

bigballs4u: Mine's small.

Patrick: It's okay, I like 'em all!

bigballs4u: *Sends boner pic*

bigballs4u: See?

Patrick: Ain't nothing to be ashamed of, man. I'd suck it.

bigballs4u: Haha awesome. Thx.

Patrick: So what are you looking for? What do you get into?

bigballs4u: I don't know. Wife's takin a nap so i thought I'd get on here

Patrick: You're married?

bigballs4u: Yah but we play together

bigballs4u: With men

Patrick: NICE! I might be just the guy you're looking for then.

bigballs4u: Yah? She likes big dicks and I can't give her that so we bring men over allot

Patrick: Hot, buddy. What's your name, man?

bigballs4u: Cole, urs?

Patrick: Well, Patrick.

bigballs4u: Oh thought maybe u used a fake name nice to meat u.

Patrick: Nice to meet you too. So what do you do with the men you bring home?

bigballs4u: They fuck her

Patrick: But what do YOU do? Just watch?

bigballs4u: Depends. Sometimes I just watch. But I like to get in on it to

Patrick: So then, when you get in on it, what do you do?

bigballs4u: I dunno this an that. Touch there dicks and touch there bodys. Just some random stuff

Patrick: Hot, man. Show her my dick pic sometime, see if she wants to meet up.

bigballs4u: I will do that I'm sure she will like it, its big and fat and I like it so i know she will

Patrick: You ever get fucked by a man?

Patrick sent that and waited for a response. Cole didn't give him one. Amy was waking up from her nap, and Cole was now horny, so he went to see if he could get some snow day action. Patrick continued waiting, and finally tossed his phone on the couch beside him. "Scared him off." he said out loud.
 

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-----The Blizzard-----

"So, I don't fuckin' get it, Brighton, I really fuckin' don't." Parker said. The argument had continued raging in Brighton's room.

"What don't you get, man?" Brighton asked, long since feeling over the conversation.

"You're sitting here telling me that what we did didn't mean shit and I should just get over it. But you're fuckin' copping to getting your dick sucked by Jameson, and now you've added fuckin' Camden, whoever the fuck that guy is, AND you were watching gay porn. So I don't get how what we did didn't mean shit."

"So you're jealous or something?"

"No, I ain't fuckin' jealous!" Parker yelled, standing up, fists clenched.

"Jesus Christ, you gotta fucking yell about it?" Brighton asked.

Parker took a few deep breaths, then started over in only a moderately softer tone. "No, I'm not jealous. I'm saying you're acting like whatever we did was no big deal. Yet you're obviously into guys. It's obviously a big fuckin' deal to you." Parker said, beginning to pace around the room in his flag underwear.

"It's NOT a big deal! So what, we jacked o-we jacked each other off. Who fuckin' cares?"

"You do, clearly. You clearly fucking care."

"No, I'd say it's YOU who cares. I got over it."

"Bullfuckingshit you did. You're practically fucking gay all of a sudden."

"It wasn't all of a sudden, Parker. You'd know that if you hadn't fucking snubbed me for 2 months."

"You don't think you could of come to me in those 2 months and told me that you're gay?"

"I'm not fucking gay, asshole. Fuck! You're trying to get me to be all correct when saying we jacked each other off, but here you're fuckin' saying I'm gay, and I'm not."

"So, bi then? Fuck, I don't know. I ain't seen you have any interest in girls since summer, all I've seen is you traipsing around here fucking naked showing me your fucking boner. Watching gay porn, jacking off in fucking public spaces in this house. What kind of fucking conclusion should I of come to?" Parker yelled, pacing in violent circles around Brighton's small room. He felt like an angry, caged tiger.

"I had sex with a woman not that long ago."

"You did? Why would I know that?"

"Well if you fucking talked to me in 2 months, you might. I don't know shit about you anymore either. I ain't seen YOU with a woman, so maybe YOU'RE the gay one."

"Oh fuck off."

"No man, two can play that game. Only thing I know about you is how you walked in on me jacking it, but STILL decided to take a fucking shower. I know you caught me jacking off on the couch and only laughed about it. I know you stroked my cock just as much as I stroked yours. So shit, man, let's play fucking detective here." Brighton said, raising his voice.

"You really think all that is the same as what you've been doing?"

"Hey man, like I said, YOU'RE the one that walked in on me jacking it in the bathroom. YOU grabbed MY dick that night."

"IN THE FUCKING DARK, YOU GODDAMN PRICK! Jesus Christ, we joke that you're dumb, but you don't have to prove it."

"So now I'm fucking dumb? I get it, man. I know I ain't the quickest, I know I take a minute to learn shit. But you don't get to blame me for all this shit. You were part of it too, man."

"On accident! I didn't MEAN to walk in on you jacking off in the bathroom!"

"Yet, you walked in anyway."

"I was late!"

"Yeah, you couldn't wait 30 more seconds?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I actually NEEDED the bathroom. Far be it for me to think you could actually be, I dunno, polite and NOT jack off while I was in there. Sorry to think you could of brought it to your room."

"Whatever, man. You jacked me off too. I didn't force you to grab my dick again. You did that all on your own."

"Jesus Christ, Bri-"

"You did! You fucking jacked my hot cock until I fucking came. You made me cum, now fucking man up and deal with it."

"I oughtta fuckin' pop you right in the mouth. Fuck up your perfect, smarmy smile." Parker said, his chest heaving, his fist clenched.

"So fucking do it!" Brighton said, having had enough. He stood up and stomped the few steps towards Parker. His chest heaved as well, his face red with anger. He yelled at Parker, nearly face to face, feeling like a Drill Sergeant in a movie. "Fucking do it then! Do it! Break a tooth, split my lip open, fucking SOMETHING! Maybe at least you and I can get some motherfucking closure on this shit! GodDAMN, am I fucking sick to death of tiptoeing around this house, worried you might be mad at me. Seeing you fucking mope around being all fucking...pissed off at some shit that we can't fucking change. I'm sick to death of wondering if you hate me, wondering...fuck, just wondering how you are." Brighton said, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sick to death of it too!" Parker yelled.

"Then fucking punch me, man. I'm gonna fuckin' hit you back, but Jesus fuck at least maybe we can either get this fucking shit outta our system or I dunno, part ways hating each other. I don't fucking care at this point anymore. I'm just so fucking sick of seeing someone who was my best friend, my BEST fucking friend, not even wanna look at me. So fucking do it, man. Fucking hit me!" Brighton yelled, both of his eyes secreting a lone tear each that rolled down his cheeks.

"I don't wanna fucking hit you!" Parker yelled. He unclenched his fist as he too began to cry. "I don't want to hit you." he said, slightly softer.

"So are we gonna be friends, or is one of us gonna fuckin' move out? What's it gonna be, man?" Brighton demanded.

Parker looked through watery eyes at his friend, seeing his reddened, angry face. Seeing the tears also rolling down his cheeks. Parker's chest in that split second felt like it might explode. His mind whirred with a million different thoughts; flashes of what he had contemplated in the past 2 months. He suddenly became very aware of his hard, shallow breathing, and the fact that he felt warm, flushed. He stared at Brighton's face, knowing what he'd thought about. Knowing what he'd wanted to do, but was too afraid of.

"Well? What's it gonna be?" Brighton asked again, his voice quivering.

"This." Parker said. He reached out and grabbed his best friend by the head, one hand on each side. It startled Brighton at first, thinking Parker was about to clock him or bring his knee up to his face or something. Instead, Parker planted a deep, urgent kiss on Brighton's lips.
 

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The moment their lips touched, anger gave way to lust. Rage became urgency. The energy of their argument now directed to sexual things. There were suddenly no doubts between Brighton and Parker, as their tongues met, pushing and pulling inside each other's mouths. Parker let his arms rest on Brighton's shoulders as they pushed their mouths urgently together. The two boys began settling their differences, but not with words; with actions.

Brighton backed up slowly, still kissing his best friend. Parker moved with him, their chests pressed together, their bulges touching and beginning to grow. In one fluid motion, Brighton laid down and Parker laid on top of him. They continued to kiss aggressively, as if the universe would finally allow it, as Parker began to push his semi-hard bulge against Brighton's. Brighton's hands found Parker's ass and he groped it, one hand on red and white stripes, the other grabbing at blue material with white stars.

Somehow, both boys knew what to do and what they wanted to do. Parker sucked on Brighton's neck, accidentally giving him a bit of a hickey, before he moved down to Brighton's chest. He suckled and licked on one of Brighton's nipples while lightly teasing the other with his fingers. Parker had sucked on nipples before, just never a man's. He could feel Brighton's light blonde peach fuzz on his lips, and it wasn't only okay, it was erotic. It was perfect. It was just what he hoped it would be.

Parker worked his way further south, kissing and licking Brighton's abs. Brighton rested his hand gently on his best friend's head and let out a series of sighs. Parker could feel his cock straining from inside his boxerbriefs, and he could feel Brighton's cock straining from inside his, against his chest as he slid downward. Soon, Parker was kissing the Saxx logo on Brighton's waistband, as he cupped Brighton's balls through his underwear. A kiss to the head through his trunks caused his cock to swell even more. A slight wet spot formed, and Parker kissed it.

Brighton felt Parker's fingers working their way into his waistband, the fingertips grazing his 'V' muscles. Soon, the underwear was being pulled down, and Brighton raised his ass off the bed to help. His beautiful cock sprang out, glistening at the tip. Parker yanked the purple and white striped trunks down Brighton's football-boy thighs, and eventually off completely. Parker kissed those thighs as he returned to Brighton's cock, instinctively stopping to suckle on Brighton's balls first. He stroked Brighton's cock as he did so, and then soon raised himself up a bit, looking down on the gorgeous dick.

Without any hesitation, Parker put his mouth around his first cock. He took it nearly halfway down, and pulled back again. He drove Brighton wild by licking the underside of his head, and around the corona. Parker was working completely from instinct, from having watched girls suck his cock, from having watched porn. He plunged his mouth down around it again, and Brighton gasped, once again placing his hand on the back of Parker's head. Parker slurped on Brighton's cock, bobbing his head up and down, moving his face side to side, doing everything he could think of to orally please his longtime buddy. It turned him on to have Brighton's cock in his mouth. He could feel the growing wet spot in his own underwear against his dick.

"Fuuuuck." Brighton whined, noting that his buddy might not have yet had the best skills, but more than made up for it in enthusiasm. Brighton figured being enthusiastic about sucking cock was 90% of the battle anyway. It didn't really matter anyway; Brighton looked down to see his best friend's face making his cock disappear, and that's all he needed.

Parker slid back up, kissing Brighton's body on the way. They locked lips again as Brighton put his hands down the back of Parker's underwear to grasp his tight, dimpled ass. He felt the slight hairiness against his palms as he squeezed. Parker's damp underwear pushed against his cock, and he knew he had to suck his friend. The two rolled over at Brighton's urging, as they continued to kiss and grind against one another. Brighton began sucking Parker's nipple, a little bit of dark chest hair dancing against his tongue as well. He worked his way down, repaying the favor his buddy had just shown him. Parker moaned and writhed a bit as Brighton neared his bulge.

Brighton tasted his buddy's precum through his underwear, and soon did what he had done to him: Slid the underwear down and then completely off. Brighton kissed Parker's hairy thighs; he never noticed just how hairy Parker's legs were until his face was mashed up against them. He sucked and licked Parker's balls only momentarily, as he was ready to have that dick in his mouth. He too jumped in without hesitation, swallowing even more of Parker's cock than Parker had swallowed of his.

"Ohhh fuck!" Parker moaned, pushing on Brighton's blonde head. Brighton hadn't had a cock in his mouth yet either, and he was beyond pleased that his first could be Parker's. He was eager too, slurping and sucking on Parker's stiffness. Parker felt Brighton's drool running down the underside of his shaft, settling on his balls. Brighton found he enjoyed the scent, the taste, the feel...all his senses were on overload. He loved feeling Parker's head against his tongue; the way the rim of his head slipped past his lips.

Brighton didn't know what possessed him to do this, but he looked up at his friend while he sucked his cock. Immediately, they made eye contact, as Parker was looking down, watching him. His eyes fluttered a bit, but he didn't break eye contact. His mouth hung open, sighs and slight moans escaping from between his lips. In that moment, they stared at each other, and all was forgiven. All was understood. All was said, without a word.

Brighton slithered back up Parker's body, dragging his tongue and full lips along it. Once he got to Parker's face, he kissed him passionately. Parker clasped Brighton's ass; not the first time he had grabbed Brighton's butt, but the first time in a sexual way. The light blonde hairs on Brighton's ass felt sexy against Parker's fingertips. He caressed his friend's ass, having known for a long time that Brighton had an outstanding one. It had always been funny or platonic before, but now Parker fully realized just how hot Brighton's ass was.

Their hard cocks pushed together between their taut, athletic bodies. Their balls met and nudged together, as Brighton humped against Parker. Both dicks leaked precum as their tongues danced together again in each other's mouths.

Brighton slid to the side just a bit, as he pushed his cock against Parker's hip. He spat in his hand and reached downward to jack Parker's throbbing cock. Parker shuddered as his friend grabbed hold, and whined a bit when he started stroking. They continued to kiss, Brighton swallowing Parker's moans. Soon, Parker's body began to quiver. His breathing got even more shallow. Brighton kept working his cock, and Parker didn't announce he was going to cum. He was too swept up in it all, and he didn't see the need anyway. Soon, he moaned loudly into Brighton's mouth and his cock began to spurt. His body trembled, and he could feel that he was shooting harder and farther than he ever had before. He bit Brighton's lower lip lightly, sucked hard on Brighton's tongue. The shots coursed from his balls, up his shaft, and flew out, hitting Brighton in the arm and the side of his ass. Parker coated himself as well, feeling like he'd never shot that much cum in his life. Soon, he whined loudly and convulsed, grabbing Brighton's arm to stop the jacking. They never stopped kissing.

Brighton slid over a bit more, his left leg just on the inside of Parker's left leg; their thighs butted up together. He lifted himself up, just a tad, as Parker reached underneath him and grabbed his cock. Parker didn't jack Brighton's cock; Brighton fucked Parker's hand. They kissed aggressively as Brighton humped, picking up some speed. Parker got just a taste of how his best friend would fuck, and it turned him on. It turned him on to know that was pretty close to how Brighton fucked. It turned him on to think of Brighton as a sexual being, and it even turned him on to wonder if Brighton would ever fuck him, even though he might not be ready for that level yet. The idea was enough.

Brighton whined into Parker's mouth, lapping against Parker's tongue with his own. Parker held the back of Brighton's head firmly, feeling his hot cock thrusting in and out of his hand quickly, aggressively. Suddenly, after a series of intensifying moans from Brighton, Parker was being cummed on. His hip and side took the lion's share of the load, as did Brighton's sheets. Brighton continued to thrust, albeit at a slightly slower pace. He sucked Parker's tongue and lips as he whined and shuddered. It was done.

Brighton rested his face against Parker, between his neck and shoulder. Parker could feel the hot, sharp breaths exhaling onto his skin, and he could also feel Brighton's throbbing cock still in his sticky hand. The two stayed like that for some time, Parker hugging Brighton with his right arm. They just enjoyed the shared afterglow, and the knowledge that not only was all well between them, it was great. Parker didn't let go of Brighton's cock; partially because he didn't want to, partially because Brighton's body was on top of his arm. His heaving, sweaty chest pushed against his bicep. After some time, Parker felt Brighton's cock softening, slowly, until he was flaccid. Brighton raised himself up some, and looked his friend in the eyes. It was unspoken. Words would ruin it. Cheapen it. Neither of them needed to say anything. Gently, Brighton placed a kiss on Parker's lips.
 

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Ryan's eyes fluttered open from the accidental nap he'd just taken in his recliner. He looked around a bit to get his bearings. The TV was still on, and Krieg was asleep on the couch. He sat, kicked back in his chair for a moment, at first rubbing his eyes, then scratching his chest, then scratching his pubic hair. Ryan was about to get up; to wake Krieg, or perhaps just quietly go have a cigarette. But as his hand rested on his pubic hair, he got another idea.

He launched into it without thinking much about it. He fondled his soft cock while looking at Krieg's nude body. He couldn't see Krieg's face, as he was facing away from Ryan and the arm of the couch blocked out most of his head anyway. However, he could hear Krieg snoring. He worked his cock slowly, licking his lips a bit. He could see Krieg's smooth chest rising and deflating slowly with each breath, the one pierced nipple he could see undulated slightly. Ryan looked beyond that, down Krieg's body, towards his trimmed pubes and his large cock. Krieg's dick was flopped directly to the right, so that Ryan was seeing the top of the shaft. Its semi-hard state exposed roughly half of the large head as the foreskin slowly retracted.

Ryan worked himself hard, quietly spitting in his hand to grab it again. He held his moans, refrained from groaning. He stroked himself, thinking about Krieg's cock. Looking at it, imagining what it would feel like in his hand. Imagining what it would be like to jack it to orgasm. Ryan's mouth was hanging open, and he found his tongue was darting around ever so slightly. He rubbed it against the back of his teeth before licking his lower lip, segueing into a light bite. When he'd admit it to himself, he did wonder what it would be like to taste Krieg's cock. How it would feel to gently stick his tongue inside Krieg's foreskin.

All at once, Krieg snorted, ending a snore abruptly. Ryan stopped jacking and cupped his dick as best as he could. Krieg's hand slid down and vaguely wrapped around his own cock. In his sleep, he gave it a couple of squeezes, then his hand fell limp to his side. The snoring resumed.

Ryan spat in his hand again and grabbed his cock once more. The couple of squeezes Krieg gave his cock urged his erection along more. Ryan watched as it started to throb itself even harder. The foreskin slowly, slowly sliding back as the head peeked out more and more.

Ryan wanted a lot of things. He wanted to touch Krieg's cock. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to get up and stand over Krieg as he masturbated, ultimately cumming all over his cock. He knew that was insane, though. As Krieg's cock grew harder and harder, Ryan found himself teasing his asshole a little. Without even thinking about it, Ryan pumped some lotion from his end table into his left hand. He smeared it on his ass, returning to the bottle to coat his index finger. Krieg's cock was almost at full mast as Ryan easily slid his index finger up his ass. It was nothing compared to his dildo, but it would be enough.

Ryan fingered himself, hearing the squishy noises of the lotion. He spat in his right hand a third time, watching Krieg's cock throb itself to full arousal. The head was fully exposed, glistening already. The beast throbbed with every heartbeat as Ryan worked himself over. I'm looking at your hardon, he thought, before saying it out loud. "I'm looking at your hardon."

"I'm jacking off while I look at your hot cock, Krieg. I'm fingering my ass too." Ryan kept his voice at normal conversation levels; had Krieg been awake, he definitely would have heard him. "I wanna touch your cock, Krieg. I wanna taste it. I wanna make it cum." Ryan kept stroking, surprised at his own ballsy behavior. He was also surprised at what he said next. "Fuck, I wanna suck that cock." He said this with urgency, slightly whispered, in a different tone than his previous boastings to the sleeping boy. It felt real. It sounded real. That came from the heart, Ryan knew. While he didn't verbalize this next thought, he did remember that his dildo is about the same size as Krieg's cock.

Ryan slammed his finger into his ass as hard as he could, while he jerked his dick. He continued to gawk at Krieg's hardon as it throbbed and twitched, tantalizingly. It was just begging to be stroked. To be sucked. To be pleasured. Silently, Ryan came on himself. His legs grew stiff and his balls tightened as he shot onto his own torso, continuing to finger himself. He almost moaned, but kept it stifled, coating his chest with cum. When he was done, he pulled his finger out and silently got up to retreat to the bathroom. On the way, he wiped some of his own cum off his nipple and tasted it. He wondered how his stacked up in flavor against Krieg's.
 

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all i can say is "Wow!"
and i can add to that is 'wow' again, I bet Krieg was awake thru all that and dying to hear his side of things. Also loved how Brighton and Parker made up as well, thats what i call a damm good 'making good' :)
 
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Ben and Jackson had both fallen asleep as well, drifting off into an afternoon nap. As Ben slowly came to in his recliner, he naturally found his package, resting his hand on top of it. In the few moments of cloudiness before he fully awoke, he realized he was hard in his briefs. He vaguely pushed up with his hips and squeezed himself with his hand.

At the same time, Jackson was rousing from his sleep as well. His left leg was bent, drawn up, his knee in the air and his foot on the seat of the couch. The outside of his left leg rested against the back of the couch, and at the same time, his right leg was off the couch completely, with that foot flat on the floor. Jackson could tell his legs were wide open, but he could also tell he had a boner. He instinctively felt it, feeling his cock straining from the inside of his red Flash briefs.

Father and son came to at the same time, Jackson's eyes already aimed at Ben as they opened. He saw his father's hard bulge in his underwear, his hand sort of caressing it. Ben too looked over at his son, right up his open, milky white thighs, seeing that he was hard as well, the Flash symbol tented as his hand groped it. The strain of Jackson's erection, coupled with his wide open legs, caused his balls to be even more visible out the sides of the loose leg elastic.

For the briefest of moments, as both men pulled themselves out of a hazy, lazy slumber, they watched each other massage the hard bulges in their underwear.

"Oh." Ben said as he fully realized what was happening. He didn't know what else to say.

"Oh shit." Jackson replied, just short of laughing it off. He closed his legs a little as his father placed a throw pillow over his own bulge.

There was a brief, awkward exchange where neither of them really said anything about it, but yet acknowledged the awkwardness with each other. Already desperate to break the tension and move on, Jackson said "Oops!" and forced a laugh.

Ben began to chuckle as well, and said "Well, like father like son." He didn't know how to feel about saying that, the second the words escaped his mouth. He was attempting levity as well, but he couldn't help but feel it had an odd connotation to it in this circumstance. Jackson felt the same way, knowing what his father was going for, but also feeling it came off sounding a bit perverted.

"Yeah, shit happens." Jackson said, hoping to help alleviate the situation.

Both men retreated to their own rooms, not to masturbate, though the idea did cross their minds. Ben had a wet spot and figured he ought to change his underwear. Jackson also wanted to change, knowing that those superhero briefs from WalMart were cheap and got loose around the legs almost immediately after putting them on. He also knew his large balls didn't help matters any.

He began a thought process as he slid his Flash briefs off over his erection. It's not that big a deal. I don't actually care. It's not like he saw my actual boner, I had underwear on. Even then...who gives a shit? He's my dad and he's straight so it's not like he's gonna be ogling my erection anyway. I mean...I am a little surprised I'm feeling that way. But shit, lots of men have seen me naked, for various reasons...who gives a shit if my dad is one of them? He's seen it before...a long time ago obviously, but still. Seems weird to think, but...I dunno, maybe I'm just trying to justify why I don't feel THAT awkward about it. I feel more awkward for him, since he is straight...felt like I had to save face back there, but truly I don't give a shit either way.

Ben observed the slight wet spot on his briefs before sliding them down over his hard cock. I wish I would have told Jackson that I'm into men already. I feel like that ship might have just sailed for now. I can't exactly talk to him about it today, coming back after having erections at the same time. Which I had to act demure about. Couldn't let him think his dad just didn't really care about it...but I don't. I'm not saying we should have whipped them out and compared, but come on...we were asleep and erections are natural. They're perfectly healthy. No need to flaunt them, but...like he said himself, shit happens.

Jackson pulled on a pair of white Ck hip briefs, while Ben pulled on a pair of robin's egg blue Hanes briefs. Their erections now under control, the two returned to the living room where they briefly and awkwardly commented on each other's wardrobe change. Jackson silently, vaguely admired the fit and color of his dad's briefs, while Ben mentally noted the cut of his son's underwear and how they made his bulge protrude. At no point did either of them consider wearing more clothes.
 

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Dang it. I wish I woulda said something, did something before I let him go home. I know he's only next door, but it feels so definitive. Had him naked in my house yet again, and yet again didn't do shit about it. Other than jack off while he was asleep. Damn, that was hot if I do say so myself. No idea I was pulling my dick right there, in the same room, finger up my ass.

I still don't know what's wrong with me. Only now I ain't saying that over having thoughts about Krieg. Now I'm saying it cuz I don't know why I can't just say something. Well shit, it's obvious that I'm nervous. What do I say to the first guy I ever thought about sucking? Hey, I wanna suck you? But maybe not? Can I just give it a whirl, then decide? Jesus, I'm a mess. Even if I did say something, what if he says no? How would I handle that rejection? Living next door to him and all... Being naked with someone like me is different, it's like being a nudist. Ain't about sex. But then you bring sex into it and it's probably a whole other deal. That's probably too much for him, at least as far as doing it with me.

Man, life's weird. How does someone get to 30 years old only having sex with one woman, then just go all off the rails like I am? How does someone get such an interest in men all of a sudden? Being real honest with myself, I ain't even looking for a woman. Not even trying. I'm not done with women entirely...at least I don't think I am...but I also ain't in any hurry to get back on that saddle, so to speak. I guess I feel strange. I have an undeniable attraction to men, in some way...in some capacity. But I don't feel gay. I don't even feel bi. In some ways I wish I was just gay. It sure would be a helluva lot easier on me. And of course the one guy I got the biggest crush on is the one I've done the least with. The one that makes me most nervous. The one that confuses me more than any others. At least Patrick is upfront. I know what he wants from me. He settles for what I can give him. Alex liked jerking off, it was simple, it was easy. I thought he was straight, then thought he was gay, thought he was straight again, thought he was bi... I don't even know what he wants, and then I don't even know if he wants it from me! AND, I don't even know what I want anymore.

Like I said, if I was gay, at least I'd know myself. I don't even know myself anymore. And I'm not even saying that's a bad thing, it's just...real confusing is all. Wish I could stop these thoughts entirely, or be able to throw myself at Krieg. One or the other. This weird middle ground has me all upside down. Alex says there's nothing wrong with feeling anyway you want, Patrick says to go for whatever I want...again, no clue what I want. All I know is I want to "be" with Krieg. But what the fuck does that mean? Do I wanna just hang out naked with him? Maybe jerk off together? Or do I REALLY wanna play with his dick, make him cum, try sucking it...all those thoughts I've been having? Why does an almost-8 inch dildo feel so good up my ass, and how gay am I being every time I fuck myself with it?
 

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Once Asher got his huge cock up his hookup's ass, he started to thrust. They were in a hotel room in Nebraska. You see, Asher was there visiting his family, and he couldn't take actually staying with them. Hanging out in the daytime was one thing; nights were for him to have fun.

His hookup wanted to bottom, and even though Asher also generally preferred to bottom, he would top occasionally. He did have that 10 inch dick to exercise, after all. Asher always thought it was better to top and get laid than not get laid at all. He was adventurous anyway. He also didn't mind fucking older men. His hookup was pushing 40, he imagined, but he had a young face and a boyish body, making him seem younger. Asher had been impressed at how relatively easily he got his monstrous cock into his hookup's taut, smooth ass.

As Asher began to really fuck, the man whined and writhed. Asher figured that when he did top, he never had to do much. His enormous cock did all the heavy lifting; he didn't need to come up with tricks or be particularly adept at fucking. For most men who bottomed for him, just having his cock inside them was 90% of the fun. It's not that he didn't try though; in fact, Asher fucked hard. He fucked fast.

Over the years, he'd developed quite the ego. And look at him; he was 18, blonde with blue eyes, in great shape, with a 10 inch cock. Oh, and down for about anything. Men fucking fawned at his feet, and he knew it. He knew it maybe a little too well.

He lifted the man's legs even more, thrusting harder. His hips slapped against the man's tight ass. The bed began to rock as Asher fucked harder yet, unleashing the full power behind his gigantic cock. He knew he was a stud; he knew he was blowing this daddy's mind. He knew that no matter who this guy fucked, it would pale in comparison to the time he got fucked by Asher. He'd most likely recall it every time some other man entered his ass. He'd most likely be disappointed in many of them, as they'd be unable to live up to the memory of this experience. Egotistical as Asher was, he wasn't necessarily wrong.

He was blessed with great stamina as well. As sweat rolled down Asher's lean body, his hookup was actually starting to tire. It wasn't the first daddy Asher wore out, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He pushed harder, folding the man in half more. He whined, sweat rolling down his neck and chest.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" he yelped as Asher plowed into him. It was sweaty, animalistic. As Asher continued pushing his huge dick in and out of the man's tight ass, the man began to whine even louder. Louder still. The rhythm and the position were conspiring together, and- "UUUNNGGGHHHH!" Asher's hookup yelled as he came on himself. Wave after wave of cum spurts splattered on his own chest and neck - even his face. He wasn't even touching his cock; Asher had fucked the cum right out of him.

Finally, after his hookup came, Asher grew closer himself. He kept on fucking, hardcore, rough, almost angrily, and when he was close, he pulled out. He let the man's legs down and beat his huge cock a few more times until he shot like a motherfucker. He hit the man's face, neck, and chest. However, most of Asher's cum splattered on the man's small/average cock, his large balls, and red pubic hair.

As soon as he was done cumming, Asher got off the bed to light a cigarette. He dug up a towel to toss in his hookup's direction. Asher paced a bit, his still-hard cock wagging in front of him. The hookup wasn't sure how Asher remained upright when he had a boner. He was such a petite boy, with such a big cock, that it seemed he would just tip forward. Of course, he didn't. The hookup knew what to do; he cleaned himself up and started getting dressed. Asher was amicable, to an extent. He wasn't rude, but wasn't exactly chatty either. He was already lost in his own thoughts, wondering if he'd ever find his match. He didn't want a relationship; he just wanted to find a man who could fuck him the way he wanted to be fucked.
 

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Once Asher got his huge cock up his hookup's ass, he started to thrust. They were in a hotel room in Nebraska. You see, Asher was there visiting his family, and he couldn't take actually staying with them. Hanging out in the daytime was one thing; nights were for him to have fun.

His hookup wanted to bottom, and even though Asher also generally preferred to bottom, he would top occasionally. He did have that 10 inch dick to exercise, after all. Asher always thought it was better to top and get laid than not get laid at all. He was adventurous anyway. He also didn't mind fucking older men. His hookup was pushing 40, he imagined, but he had a young face and a boyish body, making him seem younger. Asher had been impressed at how relatively easily he got his monstrous cock into his hookup's taut, smooth ass.

As Asher began to really fuck, the man whined and writhed. Asher figured that when he did top, he never had to do much. His enormous cock did all the heavy lifting; he didn't need to come up with tricks or be particularly adept at fucking. For most men who bottomed for him, just having his cock inside them was 90% of the fun. It's not that he didn't try though; in fact, Asher fucked hard. He fucked fast.

Over the years, he'd developed quite the ego. And look at him; he was 18, blonde with blue eyes, in great shape, with a 10 inch cock. Oh, and down for about anything. Men fucking fawned at his feet, and he knew it. He knew it maybe a little too well.

He lifted the man's legs even more, thrusting harder. His hips slapped against the man's tight ass. The bed began to rock as Asher fucked harder yet, unleashing the full power behind his gigantic cock. He knew he was a stud; he knew he was blowing this daddy's mind. He knew that no matter who this guy fucked, it would pale in comparison to the time he got fucked by Asher. He'd most likely recall it every time some other man entered his ass. He'd most likely be disappointed in many of them, as they'd be unable to live up to the memory of this experience. Egotistical as Asher was, he wasn't necessarily wrong.

He was blessed with great stamina as well. As sweat rolled down Asher's lean body, his hookup was actually starting to tire. It wasn't the first daddy Asher wore out, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He pushed harder, folding the man in half more. He whined, sweat rolling down his neck and chest.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" he yelped as Asher plowed into him. It was sweaty, animalistic. As Asher continued pushing his huge dick in and out of the man's tight ass, the man began to whine even louder. Louder still. The rhythm and the position were conspiring together, and- "UUUNNGGGHHHH!" Asher's hookup yelled as he came on himself. Wave after wave of cum spurts splattered on his own chest and neck - even his face. He wasn't even touching his cock; Asher had fucked the cum right out of him.

Finally, after his hookup came, Asher grew closer himself. He kept on fucking, hardcore, rough, almost angrily, and when he was close, he pulled out. He let the man's legs down and beat his huge cock a few more times until he shot like a motherfucker. He hit the man's face, neck, and chest. However, most of Asher's cum splattered on the man's small/average cock, his large balls, and red pubic hair.

As soon as he was done cumming, Asher got off the bed to light a cigarette. He dug up a towel to toss in his hookup's direction. Asher paced a bit, his still-hard cock wagging in front of him. The hookup wasn't sure how Asher remained upright when he had a boner. He was such a petite boy, with such a big cock, that it seemed he would just tip forward. Of course, he didn't. The hookup knew what to do; he cleaned himself up and started getting dressed. Asher was amicable, to an extent. He wasn't rude, but wasn't exactly chatty either. He was already lost in his own thoughts, wondering if he'd ever find his match. He didn't want a relationship; he just wanted to find a man who could fuck him the way he wanted to be fucked.
Please don't ever stop jerking off and writing.
 
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Ben and Jackson had both fallen asleep as well, drifting off into an afternoon nap.

Hey uh, I don't know exactly what you have planned for the Ben/Jackson relationship, and I hate to bring the tone down, but I just want to mention this line from the site rules:

"No incestuous content - This includes sexual acts of any kind, including contact with a third person and no contact between the relatives (brother/step brother, sister/step sister, father/step father, mother/step mother and so on)."

I'd hate for the whole thread to be lost because of an accidental overstep on some boundary line that, it's going great so far.
 

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Brighton and Parker spent hours in bed together. For the longest time, their cuddling was silent, not from nerves but from serenity. All felt right. Parker's head was nudged into the crook of Brighton's arm, his face somewhat on Brighton's chest. After some quiet basking, Parker finally spoke.

"The reason I was standoffish is cuz I was going through it." Parker said, to get the conversation started. "I was confused and I took it out on you. And I'm sorry about that."

"Man, I'm the sorry one. I was too excited to do something and maybe I came on too strong." Brighton replied.

"You didn't. I didn't care any of the times I caught you beating off. I mean...I liked it. I mean, you're not wrong, I didn't have to jack you off that night."

"I know but...I was pretty bold about it."

"Can I tell you something?" Parker asked.

"Of course, dude."

"I was...uh...I was hoping to grab you that night...in the dark. I didn't know if you'd be naked or in your underwear, and didn't know you'd be hard already. I was just hoping for...I dunno...like...to grab something or bump into you or something like that. Like some contact that could be...accidental, because it was dark. I know I used that against you when it was my idea anyway, so I'm sorry for that."

"Dude...that's...pretty hot." Brighton laughed.

"Yeah?" Parker asked, also chuckling.

"Oh yeah. I mean, that's what I was hoping for too. I was trying to get you to notice me the several weeks before that night."

"I noticed you. I definitely noticed you." Parker went silent for a brief time, then added, "I've been noticing you for a while now."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't know the exact moment my thoughts started going...dirty. But it's been a while, man. I didn't really know how to make sense of any of it...and I figured it was just a phase maybe. And Jesus, it's not like your hard on the eyes, so I figured, you know...it was like a bro crush or something. And when I started to figure out it was maybe more than that, I buried it. We're best bros, you know? I didn't wanna ruin that, and shit, I didn't even think you would be into it anyway, so what was the point?"

"So, like, what changed? I mean, when did you start, like, maybe looking into it?"

"With you?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Well, not officially until that night in the dark. I mean...leading up to that, I started feeling maybe some, like, glimmers of hope. Like, you started being a little more showy or whatever? I started to wonder if you weren't trying to get my attention, but I was also scared I was just reading into it cuz I wanted it to be true. But, you know as well as I do...how goofy we can all get. We see each other naked in the locker room every day, so if I need to get a drink at 2 AM in my underwear, I go for it. If Ian needs to piss in the night and he's naked, he goes for it. All the flashing and streaking and mooning, and just...all the goofiness, you know? But you seemed to be...doing more."

"Well, I was trying to get your attention. A lot of those times you caught me jacking it, they were legit accidents. Some of them weren't. But it turned me on every time that you caught me."

"Wow. That's hot." Parker chuckled. He then asked, "So do you think you're, like, bi or something?"

"Probably, I guess." Brighton said, still unsure how to answer that. "You?"

"I dunno. I mean...I don't really, like...like I don't think about other guys. It's just been you." Parker admitted.

"Whoa. So...what happens now? Like...where do we go from here?"

"I dunno...I guess for me, I'd just like to, like...keep doing stuff...and...I dunno, see what happens?"

"I'm down." Brighton said.

Parker rolled over onto this best friend. "Me too." he said as he planted a kiss on Brighton's full lips. Their soft cocks mashed together between them, not about to stay soft for long. Instinctively, Parker began to undulate his hips, which Brighton had hold of. He slid his hands back to clasp Parker's ass cheeks, feeling his cock start to throb. Parker's was beginning to throb as well, as both dicks rubbed together, and Parker practically devoured Brighton's mouth with his own. He began to slide down his friend again, orally exploring Brighton's chest. Parker could feel Brighton's cock stiffening against his body.
 

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Ryan awoke at just after 5 AM, to the sounds of the city plows removing snow on his street. He knew it took a while and city resources were limited, but he still thought, About damn time. Naked, and semi-hard, Ryan walked down the hall to the spare bedroom. He peered furtively out the window at the large plow just in front of his house. Wonder what the chances are of it being that angry fella that caught me jerkin' it out back?

Sauntering to the bathroom, Ryan stood at the toilet, beginning to piss almost immediately. "Ahhhhhh" he let out, almost involuntarily. He scratched his ass with his left hand while holding his cock with the right, taking a long, satisfying piss. He decided then and there to be naked all day - not a far stretch from any other day, however he did usually put on some amount of clothes for various reasons. Not today, he decided. He shook his dick off and flushed the toilet, heading downstairs to brew coffee. As he stood at the counter waiting for it to brew, his cock nudged the edge. He pushed forward, gently, rubbing his cock against the lip of his kitchen counter. I'm so horny these days that I'm fucking my counter! he laughed. He was only half joking with himself, but the truth remained that he was finding himself hornier and hornier, with each passing day it seemed.

By the time he got to the bathroom to smoke, Ryan was hard as a rock. He did play with his cock some, but he also fondled his balls, felt his ass, and gently rubbed his hand across his chest. Basically, he felt himself up while standing there. Obviously, Ryan knew he was horny a lot lately, and he knew he had confusing thoughts about other men, Krieg in particular. However, Ryan was failing to realize something else about himself. He was failing to realize he was beginning to find himself attractive. That he was gaining confidence even if he had doubts. He assumed his horniness stemmed from not getting sex, particularly with a woman. What it really stemmed from was him finding himself to be a sexual being. He was experiencing a physical awakening, even if he hadn't caught up mentally and emotionally. Even if he didn't yet know how to channel that into results. Even if he wasn't sure what results he wanted to achieve.

Ryan began to tug off, his thoughts turning to Krieg, of course. He replayed the fresh memory of jacking in the living room while watching Krieg's cock work itself hard. He cupped his own balls as he recalled the ideas and feelings he'd had, not 12 hours earlier. He wanted to touch it, to caress it, to stroke it. He wanted to bring pleasure to Krieg, to be the reason he got off. He wanted to feel that large cock twitch and throb as Krieg's cum rumbled up through the shaft. He wanted to watch Krieg's face as he brought him to orgasm.

Ryan's left hand slid from his balls downward, between his hairy thighs, as his fingers began to touch and tease his hole. He could feel his balls starting to tighten against his wrist. He continued to tug, vaguely looking at himself in the mirror, but wholeheartedly thinking about Krieg. That's when his phone rang.

Ryan looked down at his cell on the bathroom counter. It was his boss.

"Fuuuuck." he moaned. Pulling his left hand from between his thighs, he answered the phone, dutifully. "Yello!" he said, trying to sound amicable.

"Ryan! Wasn't sure if I'd catch you up yet, hope I didn't wake ya."

"No, not all. I've been fully up for some time now." Ryan said, making the double entendre on purpose as he continued to stroke his cock.

"Good to hear, good to hear. Hey uh, I'm stuck out here in the fuckin' boonies. That's what ya get for country living, I guess."

"Yeah." Ryan said, stroking fast.

"Anyway, my sister tells me they're finally plowing your neighborhood. If you can get out, I'd appreciate someone being at the shop today."

Fuck off. Ryan thought as he jerked. "Uh, yeah, I can try." is what he said.

"That'd be great. I don't know if Patrick can get out, but I'm sure he's still sawing logs."

Stifling his noises, Ryan began to erupt, while on the phone with his boss. He tugged the cum out of his cock, as it splattered against the mirror, the faucet, and into the sink.

"Anyway, I don't expect you'll be busy, but the phones might ring. And, who knows, maybe people'll need something because of this blizzard."

Ryan was not amused, but didn't show that emotion to his boss. He found himself caught between wanting to lie about it and not go in, and being a dutiful employee. He brought his hand to his mouth and tasted his own cum off the webbing between his thumb and index finger. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do." Ryan said, experiencing the saltiness of his cum as he said it.

"Great. I knew I could depend on you."

Ryan sighed. He was nothing if not dependable. Hanging up the phone, he turned and started the shower. As he cleaned his body, he grumbled and mumbled about having to get out and about. He knew it was going to be pointless, that nothing would happen all day long.
 

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Jackson sent a pic of his hard cock to the daddy he'd been flirting with on grindr. He saw the daddy was on. It was around 6 AM, and Jackson had been wide awake for about 20 minutes. He figured it had to do with the laziness of the day before, of napping off and on.

The daddy responded: "Damn that's a hot cock to see first thing in the morning! I just cannot wait to get my mouth on those huge balls. What are you doing up this early?

Jackson replied: Ugh, I dunno. Snowed in all day yesterday, took a few naps...so now I'm wide awake.

Daddy said: I hear ya.

Jackson was mentally crafting a response, but knowing he had to piss badly. He sent "Let me see your dick" and then got up to take a piss. He sneaked out into the dark hallway, figuring his dad was asleep still. He didn't hear or see anything, so he tiptoed through the kitchen, and towards the bathroom. Shutting the door, he flipped the light on and stood at the toilet. His cock was still too hard to piss, and since his teeth felt like they were wearing tiny sweaters, Jackson turned to the sink to brush. Hopefully his cock would soften enough to take a piss by the time he was done.

It was. He turned to the toilet again, less than semi-hard, and began to piss. He reached back and gently caressed his own smooth, tight ass. Then he reached down and fondled his huge balls. His cock spurted out the last few drops of piss, and he shook it off, intent on returning to his room to jack off with his mysterious daddy on grindr. He decided it was time to show the man his face. He thought maybe, if the snow plows had been out, he could escape his confinement and go hook up with the guy.

As he stepped back out into the living room, before entering the kitchen, Jackson saw the kitchen light was on. Fuck. Dad's up. Jackson stood near the doorway but out of sight, pondering what to do. Well, I don't have any way to cover up. I could cup myself but that seems dumb and awkward. Just man up, stroll through. It's not like I'm...soliciting anything. And I did tell myself I didn't care if he saw it.

Jackson took a deep breath and psyched himself up before rounding the corner into the kitchen. He saw his dad straight away, putting coffee on. He was still in his robin's egg blue Hanes briefs, and the pouch looked fairly full. "Hey." he said, tentatively, feeling his cock and balls exposed.

"Morning, I-" Ben said as he turned to see Jackson naked.

"I didn't think you'd be awake." Jackson said, responding to his father's abrupt stop.

"Ah, I uh...I see." Ben said, feeling his hands starting to shake. Luckily for him, Jackson passed through on his way to the bedroom.

Oh Jesus Christ...oh fuck. Oh fuck...I'd recognize those balls anywhere...he's ginger...oh fuck. Why did I never... Feeling lightheaded and ill suddenly, Ben retreated to the bathroom where he placed a cold, wet cloth on the back of his neck. He panted, his mind whirring. How could I have done that? Why didn't I know? I mean, I haven't seen his...in years...but still...oh fuck. I mean, I sent pics back! I fucking jac-

Ben stopped himself from completing the thought, and took his wash cloth to the bedroom where he intended on deleting grindr. Of course the first thing he saw confirmed everything: It was a full length nude, face and all, from Jackson's full-length mirror in his bedroom. Ben's stomach grumbled and he dashed back to the bathroom with his phone, collapsing in front of the toilet, feeling like he was going to throw up. He didn't, but he was close. Sitting in his briefs on the bathroom floor, back against the bath tub, Ben didn't respond to gingertwink, and just deleted the app entirely.

Jackson became suddenly dejected in his room. Not only did the daddy not respond, but he didn't even see the profile any longer. Cool. I show the guy my face, and then he gets off grindr completely. Awesome. Jackson thought, the voice in his head entirely sarcastic.
 

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-----The Blizzard-----

"So, I don't fuckin' get it, Brighton, I really fuckin' don't." Parker said. The argument had continued raging in Brighton's room.

"What don't you get, man?" Brighton asked, long since feeling over the conversation.

"You're sitting here telling me that what we did didn't mean shit and I should just get over it. But you're fuckin' copping to getting your dick sucked by Jameson, and now you've added fuckin' Camden, whoever the fuck that guy is, AND you were watching gay porn. So I don't get how what we did didn't mean shit."

"So you're jealous or something?"

"No, I ain't fuckin' jealous!" Parker yelled, standing up, fists clenched.

"Jesus Christ, you gotta fucking yell about it?" Brighton asked.

Parker took a few deep breaths, then started over in only a moderately softer tone. "No, I'm not jealous. I'm saying you're acting like whatever we did was no big deal. Yet you're obviously into guys. It's obviously a big fuckin' deal to you." Parker said, beginning to pace around the room in his flag underwear.

"It's NOT a big deal! So what, we jacked o-we jacked each other off. Who fuckin' cares?"

"You do, clearly. You clearly fucking care."

"No, I'd say it's YOU who cares. I got over it."

"Bullfuckingshit you did. You're practically fucking gay all of a sudden."

"It wasn't all of a sudden, Parker. You'd know that if you hadn't fucking snubbed me for 2 months."

"You don't think you could of come to me in those 2 months and told me that you're gay?"

"I'm not fucking gay, asshole. Fuck! You're trying to get me to be all correct when saying we jacked each other off, but here you're fuckin' saying I'm gay, and I'm not."

"So, bi then? Fuck, I don't know. I ain't seen you have any interest in girls since summer, all I've seen is you traipsing around here fucking naked showing me your fucking boner. Watching gay porn, jacking off in fucking public spaces in this house. What kind of fucking conclusion should I of come to?" Parker yelled, pacing in violent circles around Brighton's small room. He felt like an angry, caged tiger.

"I had sex with a woman not that long ago."

"You did? Why would I know that?"

"Well if you fucking talked to me in 2 months, you might. I don't know shit about you anymore either. I ain't seen YOU with a woman, so maybe YOU'RE the gay one."

"Oh fuck off."

"No man, two can play that game. Only thing I know about you is how you walked in on me jacking it, but STILL decided to take a fucking shower. I know you caught me jacking off on the couch and only laughed about it. I know you stroked my cock just as much as I stroked yours. So shit, man, let's play fucking detective here." Brighton said, raising his voice.

"You really think all that is the same as what you've been doing?"

"Hey man, like I said, YOU'RE the one that walked in on me jacking it in the bathroom. YOU grabbed MY dick that night."

"IN THE FUCKING DARK, YOU GODDAMN PRICK! Jesus Christ, we joke that you're dumb, but you don't have to prove it."

"So now I'm fucking dumb? I get it, man. I know I ain't the quickest, I know I take a minute to learn shit. But you don't get to blame me for all this shit. You were part of it too, man."

"On accident! I didn't MEAN to walk in on you jacking off in the bathroom!"

"Yet, you walked in anyway."

"I was late!"

"Yeah, you couldn't wait 30 more seconds?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I actually NEEDED the bathroom. Far be it for me to think you could actually be, I dunno, polite and NOT jack off while I was in there. Sorry to think you could of brought it to your room."

"Whatever, man. You jacked me off too. I didn't force you to grab my dick again. You did that all on your own."

"Jesus Christ, Bri-"

"You did! You fucking jacked my hot cock until I fucking came. You made me cum, now fucking man up and deal with it."

"I oughtta fuckin' pop you right in the mouth. Fuck up your perfect, smarmy smile." Parker said, his chest heaving, his fist clenched.

"So fucking do it!" Brighton said, having had enough. He stood up and stomped the few steps towards Parker. His chest heaved as well, his face red with anger. He yelled at Parker, nearly face to face, feeling like a Drill Sergeant in a movie. "Fucking do it then! Do it! Break a tooth, split my lip open, fucking SOMETHING! Maybe at least you and I can get some motherfucking closure on this shit! GodDAMN, am I fucking sick to death of tiptoeing around this house, worried you might be mad at me. Seeing you fucking mope around being all fucking...pissed off at some shit that we can't fucking change. I'm sick to death of wondering if you hate me, wondering...fuck, just wondering how you are." Brighton said, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sick to death of it too!" Parker yelled.

"Then fucking punch me, man. I'm gonna fuckin' hit you back, but Jesus fuck at least maybe we can either get this fucking shit outta our system or I dunno, part ways hating each other. I don't fucking care at this point anymore. I'm just so fucking sick of seeing someone who was my best friend, my BEST fucking friend, not even wanna look at me. So fucking do it, man. Fucking hit me!" Brighton yelled, both of his eyes secreting a lone tear each that rolled down his cheeks.

"I don't wanna fucking hit you!" Parker yelled. He unclenched his fist as he too began to cry. "I don't want to hit you." he said, slightly softer.

"So are we gonna be friends, or is one of us gonna fuckin' move out? What's it gonna be, man?" Brighton demanded.

Parker looked through watery eyes at his friend, seeing his reddened, angry face. Seeing the tears also rolling down his cheeks. Parker's chest in that split second felt like it might explode. His mind whirred with a million different thoughts; flashes of what he had contemplated in the past 2 months. He suddenly became very aware of his hard, shallow breathing, and the fact that he felt warm, flushed. He stared at Brighton's face, knowing what he'd thought about. Knowing what he'd wanted to do, but was too afraid of.

"Well? What's it gonna be?" Brighton asked again, his voice quivering.

"This." Parker said. He reached out and grabbed his best friend by the head, one hand on each side. It startled Brighton at first, thinking Parker was about to clock him or bring his knee up to his face or something. Instead, Parker planted a deep, urgent kiss on Brighton's lips.

Sweet golly shit damn.
 

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Ryan sat alone in the shop for hours. There were no customers, no phone calls, nothing. Living near the edge of town, Patrick was still snowed in, and had told Ryan honestly that he didn't have plans on coming in anyway. He suggested that Ryan close the doors and go home. Ryan liked that option, but he was also just too good of an employee. As he sat there, he figured he'd give it until 3:00. If nothing happened by then, he would go home.

To pass the time, Ryan had walked around the shop naked. He stiffened up the second he pulled his briefs down, and then he proceeded to just take a little naked stroll. He dared himself to step out into the office area, where he sat behind the desk, and on the waiting area couches and chairs. He even ducked into the boss's office once. He stood in the back doorway, buck naked, having a cigarette. It was calm and serene, though cold.

Ryan thought about beating off, and even stroked his cock off and on several times. He ultimately didn't finish, liking the edging experience. Plus, he figured he could finish himself off before he left. He sat down in the desk chair in the shop, where they write up bills and order parts. Kicking back, he nodded off to sleep, eventually dreaming about Krieg.

DING DONG!!! The bell to the front door jerked Ryan awake. Fuck fuck fuck... It took a second for Ryan to get his bearings, to realize where he was and what the situation was. Once he realized he was in the shop, naked, and someone had just come in the front door, he panicked. He bolted up from the chair, scooping up all his clothes as he darted naked to the bathroom in the back corner. His hard cock wagged almost painfully in front of him as he dashed so quickly. He pulled on his clothes as quickly as he could, as he heard a man's voice asking "Hello?"

Ryan busted out of the bathroom a little too quickly, too abruptly, and saw the man slowly walking away, heading back to the office. Ryan knew who he was right away; the telltale hole in the back of his jeans was a dead giveaway.

"Hi, can I help you?" he asked, trying to sound professional. The man turned around, confirming to Ryan that it was the city worker who had chided him for jacking off on his deck. Even though Ryan recognized him, Cole didn't recognize Ryan.

Cole approached Ryan, reading the sewn-on name patch on his work shirt. He stuck his hand out to shake, "Ryan. Name's Cole. So, I work for the city and I was on my way home finally when my truck stalled out. Had to walk here in this blowing shit."

Ryan shook Cole's hand, but didn't quite grasp the "blowing shit" part. He leaned to look out the front window, and then approached it. "Oh shit, it's really blowing around out there!" Ryan exclaimed.

"Yeah. Got nasty real quick. Can't even tell if it's snowing more or just blowing around. You sound surprised or something." Cole said.

"Well, to be honest, I took a nap in that chair over there. Kinda accidentally. Got here around 7 this morning and haven't seen a soul since you."

"Well, count yourself lucky that you weren't out in it at least." Cole said, chuckling a bit. "Anyway, was hoping you guys might have a wrecker or something to tow me here."

"We do."

Ryan and Cole piled into the tow truck and drove cautiously to Cole's broken down city pickup. The wind was so intense that it rocked the tow truck; pellets of snow literally making clicking noises as they smashed against the windows. "Oof." Ryan moaned, out loud. The two pulled their gloves on and almost with a count of 3, they opened their doors to hop out.

The snow was hard, somewhere between a regular snowflake and hail. Like miniature hailstones, blowing against them. Though they were bundled up, it hurt when one would hit their cheeks. The wind howled like an angry ghost, and the two began to hook the city pickup to the tow truck. The drifts had built themselves up even more, and both men tromped through them, feeling their jeans get wet almost instantly. Though they tried to hurry through the process, they were outside the tow truck for some time, the wind and snow making it difficult to do efficiently and quickly. Both men fell down at different points, curses flying into the air as they did. The plows had been by once, of course, so the drifts they fell into were dense and dirty. It was a mess, to put it mildly.

They finally got the pickup hooked on, taking about twice as long as Ryan normally would. They hopped into the cab of the tow truck and Ryan drove slowly back to the shop, feeling the wind rocking them the whole way. Once inside, they hopped out and both men were cold and wet, yet panting and hot at the same time; that gross feeling you get when you do labor outside during a snowstorm. Both stripped their gloves, hats, and coats off immediately.

"I don't know what the fuck's wrong with my truck, but even if you can fix it, it don't look like I'll be going anywhere anytime soon." Cole said.

"Could be a number of reasons, given this wind and snow...but I agree." Ryan said. He worked on letting the pickup down, as Cole took a seat.

"Fuckin' socks are drenched!" he exclaimed. "Hope you don't mind." he said as he unlaced his work boots.

"Not at all, man." Ryan replied. Once he was done unhooking the pickup, he approached Cole, who was now barefoot.

"Ugh, I hate wet socks." Cole laughed.

"Ditto, man." Ryan said, as he sat to take his boots and socks off as well.

The two sat there, slightly shivering as their clothes were cold and damp. Their shirts had gotten somewhat wet through their clothy coats, and from falling down, but were also damp from their own sweat. From being bundled up so warm and working to get the pickup hooked to the tow truck. Their jeans were even worse, damp to their thighs, still caked with dirt and snow.

"Well this is gonna be uncomfortable." Cole complained as he rolled up the legs of his jeans to minimize the snow touching his skin.

"Well...this might seem kinda odd, but...we do have a washer and dryer here." Ryan suggested.

"Why do you have a washer and dryer in an auto shop?" Cole asked, legitimately perplexed.

"For shop rags and our work clothes, if they get soiled or...whatever, oil spills and the like."

"I guess I would imagine you'd guys have those laundered professionally." Cole replied.

"I'm sure some places do. And we do to an extent as well. Just...we're the little guys, you know? Funds ain't as fluid as some other shops so we do what we can to keep costs down." Ryan explained.

"Well, I'm not complaining at all. I'm all for it; I ain't about to sit here for God knows how long in wet, filthy clothes." Cole said, which wasn't a lie. However, he was also just simply eager to strip down with Ryan. Ryan was feeling the same way, though neither of them knew the other had the same thoughts.

The two men walked towards the back of the shop, through a door, into a small room. The room contained a washer and dryer, as well as an emergency eyewash station, and a shower stall.

"You got a shower?" Cole asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Hazardous chemicals and stuff." Ryan said, shorthanding the explanation.

"I see." Cole replied.

The two began to strip down, both eager to, yet trying not to let the other know it. Ryan in particular was being guarded, knowing how Cole had reacted that day, a couple of months prior. Before too long, they were both standing in the small room, wearing nothing but their tighty whities. Both had Hanes on, the same style, everything. They each internally noted that, but said nothing.

Ryan started the washer as Cole asked if he could shower. "Yeah. Gotta stop the washer, or you'll freeze to death in there." Ryan chuckled. The washer filled, and Ryan popped the knob to stop it from running. He pointed out the towels and such for Cole to use, and then left him alone.

As Cole showered, Ryan stood at the open back door in his briefs, smoking a cigarette. He decided this sounded almost like a porno, and couldn't believe Cole was so fine with taking his clothes off. He rubbed his package slightly, thinking about how much fun it was going to be to hang out for a couple hours in their underwear together.

In the shower, Cole was thinking the same thing. Of all the luck, finding a mechanic like that? One who just so casually suggested they strip down together? AND was wearing the exact same underwear? Nice.