Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[william1]

Brighton pushed his ass against Parker's cock once again. They were nude, on Parker's bed, tongues firmly in one another's mouths. It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other, couldn't NOT fuck around. They had finally discovered each other in that way, and had no intentions of slowing down. Die Antwoord's "Baby's On Fire" blared on Parker's bluetooth speaker - not the music they would have picked to fuck around to, but it was oddly doing the trick. It didn't really matter what was playing; it was as if each time they messed around, it got more and more intense.

Both boys let out sexual grunts as they kissed, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, leaving spit behind. Brighton soon kissed Parker's neck, working his way down to Parker's chest and hard nipples. Brighton sucked and licked Parker's nipples longer than he ever had - on any man. He traced the reddened circles with his tongue before suckling them. He kissed Parker's chest so urgently that he left a trail of saliva in his wake. He thoroughly enjoyed feeling Parker's hard cock against his abs and then his chest as he kissed further down.

Brighton spent some time kissing Parker's hips and pubic area, letting Parker's hardon drag across his face as he switched sides. As he kissed closer and closer to Parker's cock, it began to brush his cheek, leaving a deposit of precum on his pretty face. He then moved down to Parker's balls, lovingly suckling them. He was teasing his friend; not getting his mouth to his cock right away. Suddenly, in one fell swoop, Brighton swallowed Parker's cock.

"UNH!" Parker moaned, looking down at Brighton's face. He held Brighton's head on either side as he fucked upwards into his mouth. Parker felt Brighton's full lips rolling up and down his shaft, passing his head over and over. After some more intense sucking from Brighton, Parker got an idea.

He suggested Brighton lay the other way, and as his friend moved, Parker rolled to his side. Before too long, both boys were cock to face with each other. Each one reached out to stroke the other, before putting their cocks in each other's mouths. It wasn't just their first gay 69, it was their first 69 at all. Both football players moaned as the other wrapped their lips around their cock. Parker couldn't get enough of the taste of Brighton's cock; the feeling was mutual with Brighton.

They bobbed their heads, sucking each other, each one having a firm grip on the other's ass for leverage. Each boy began to moan, which were just muffled vibrations on each other's cocks. Brighton soon tasted some precum from Parker, which only made him suck harder. Both were on the edge of orgasm, nearing closer and closer, when-

"WHAT. THE. FUCK!" Came Ian's disapproving, loud voice.

"Shit!" Parker said, hopping off the bed.

"It's not what it looks like." Brighton said, unable to think of anything else.

"Well what the fuck is it? It LOOKS like two of my roomies are fuckin' doing the 69!" And then, almost as an aside, Ian complained, "How many fuckin' naked guys do I have to see today?"

Both Brighton and Parker disregarded that rhetorical question, and both felt like there was no point in hiding it.

"It's just...whatever." Brighton said.

"Whatever? Whatever? You were fuckin' suckin' each other's cocks! I don't mind gay people, but this is a fuckin' rude-ass awakening!"

"We can explain." Parker said.

Ian took a look at Parker's naked body, his erection wagging in front of him. "I'm...I gotta go." Ian said, his tone now not sheepish, but quiet. "I had a plow, I dug us out...end of story." Ian said, stomping back out the front door.

"Fuuuuck." Parker said, groping his hardon a bit.

"Yeah. We're in trouble." Brighton said.

"Yeah. Wait. No. You know what? We can't be in trouble for having sex. Fuck that. It's our lives." Parker said, not wanting to feel ashamed of this. He'd already spent too long feeling ashamed of his thoughts. To that end, he walked over and kissed his friend, and they sat side by side kissing while jacking each other off. No sense in wasting a good hardon.

So is 'hot ass' Ian going to get involved now !! Some more great writing, given me a nice hard on sat at my desk !

 

[Brian S]

Patrick stood in his navy blue boxerbriefs, pressing his body against Amy's as he kissed her. He'd been so pent up that, after fucking Rhett, he got in touch with Cole via grindr to make that threeway happen. Though Patrick always touted himself as bisexual, he had limited experience with women. Very limited experience. He had fooled around with a few women in his day, but only successfully had sex with one other. It was a slight technicality that he banked on, because he did find women attractive, but overwhelmingly preferred men. Cole's presence would be a bonus, he figured, that would help see him through.

Naked and hard, Cole flitted around the two, groping and touching and undressing them. He cupped Amy's ample breast and also groped Patrick's hairy chest. He pulled Amy's thong down from behind her, and then Patrick's underwear from behind him, giving his ass cheek a light kiss while he was down there. It was mostly Patrick and Amy's show, just as Cole liked it, but he was also going to enjoy himself. As the two kissed, Cole lightly fingered his wife, while simultaneously stroking Patrick's cock.

Amy eventually dropped down to suck Patrick, giving him what he thought was a "serviceable blowjob" - not bad by any means, but certainly not the best. She was good, just not as good as most of the men he slept with regularly. Cole also took a turn sucking his dick, a shorter turn, but Patrick liked that better.

In the bedroom, Patrick skipped eating Amy out, and was moving straight to the fuck phase. Cole unrolled a rubber onto Patrick's thick cock as Patrick groped his in return. He fondled Cole's low-hangers, and hoped he'd be joining them. Once suited up, Patrick urged Amy to roll over, so he could fuck her doggystyle. Once she had, Patrick slipped into her from behind. Grasping her hips, Patrick began to thrust, opting to look at Cole's naked body over being in the moment with Amy. She gasped and moaned as Patrick picked up speed.

Cole got in front of Amy so she could suck his cock, and Patrick did enjoy watching him get blown. However, he nodded for him to come over. Cole stood on the bed next to Patrick, so Patrick could blow him. He found himself far less interested in Amy than he originally thought he would be. Patrick devoured Cole's cock as he fucked his wife from behind. He fucked hard, but not as hard as he typically did with men. Part of the reason was him not being sure Amy could take it, but mostly it was a slight disinterest.

Before too long, Cole was close. His pendulous balls cinched ever so slightly, as Patrick moved his mouth from Cole's cock. Cole began fervently jacking himself, as Patrick presented his undulating chest slightly. Within a few seconds, Cole moaned as his load splashed across Patrick's broad, hairy chest. That was enough to spur Patrick to keep at it, and as Cole stood there recuperating and catching his breath, his hard cock wagging near Patrick's face, Patrick came himself. He pushed slightly aggressively against a whining, pouty Amy, and unloaded into his rubber.

Patrick felt like he was going through the motions, that Amy's hole was a means to an end. He was definitely in it more for Cole, hoping to get his foot in the door, so to speak. He wanted Cole one on one, without Amy. He didn't really yet know if they did that - played separately - but he intended to find out.

Cole's still-hard cock wagged in irregular circles as he hopped down from the bed. Patrick pulled out of Amy and got off the bed as well. He was going to take off the rubber himself, not knowing that Cole wanted to help. Patrick looked down, Cole looked down, and they both saw the same thing at the same time: Patrick's cum dribbling out a small tear in the condom!

Both men froze momentarily, and then simultaneously looked at one another with panic on their faces. Cole shook his head softly, pursing his lips as if to tell Patrick not to say anything to Amy. Cole then quickly pulled the condom off Patrick's throbbing cock, more cum spilling out onto the carpet as he did.

Once Amy excused herself to the bathroom, the two men got to have a brief chat.

"This is one of the many reasons I prefer to fuck men." Patrick said, turning his boxerbriefs right side out.

"Well, there's nothing saying anything happened. You know?" Cole said, a slight panic in his voice.

"Well I sure hope not." Patrick replied, sticking his right leg through his underwear. "I'm not into being a dad." he then added, sticking his left leg through his underwear to pull them up. Once he settled his semi-hard cock and balls into them, he reached for his jeans.

"I'll keep an eye on things." Cole said. "Maybe all your cum was still in the condom."

"I have WAY more cum than that." Patrick said, buttoning his jeans.

"Well...still...it doesn't mean anything is going to happen."

Patrick said little else as he finished getting dressed. He did tell Cole to keep in touch, still hoping to get some alone time with him, despite being disgruntled with the situation at hand. Once he left, Cole stood in his living room, nude, wondering how to tell Amy what happened. He knew he needed to; he wanted to. He just didn't want to do it then and there, with Patrick present. Okay...there's a lotta shit that needs to line up for her to be pregnant. Maybe she ain't at that point in her cycle...maybe his cum didn't get in there...who knows. Could be that nothing happened, nothing's gonna happen. No need to fuckin' freak out just yet.

Meanwhile, Amy was in the bathroom discovering for herself what had happened. Some of Patrick's cum was most definitely coming out of her. In a panic, she dug the sticky rubber out of the trash can and saw that it was indeed torn near the tip.

 

[Brian S]

In the next few days, the city got a handle on the effects of the blizzard. All roads were passable, most main roads being nearly completely devoid of snow or ice. Life returned to normal...or a close approximation of normal.

Ryan's desire for Krieg continued to escalate, even as he resumed getting off with Patrick. Krieg featured in many of Ryan's dreams, where the two would kiss and stroke and suck each other. Ryan was still in the throes of both of his awakenings: the first being that he was realizing men did indeed turn him on. The second was him coming into his own as a sexual, desired man. He was realizing his increased horniness wasn't just one-dimensional; that it stemmed more from unfed desires. Desires of Krieg.

Krieg's dreams of Ryan continued as well. He didn't think his dreams could become more vivid and frequent, but they had. On a couple of occasions, Krieg had woken up, having shot his load on his comforter underneath him, thinking for a split second that he had actually fucked Ryan. By being disappointed to find that he hadn't, Krieg inadvertently gave himself some answers to a few lingering doubts and questions.

Patrick had all but written off what happened with Amy and Cole. He wanted to see Cole again, but not at the price tag of having to fuck Amy. He didn't figure she'd be down to hook up with him again anyway, and he was right. By all accounts, Patrick returned to his normal ways of fucking men with little emotional attachment.

Ben hadn't forgotten what occurred accidentally between himself and Jackson. He was back on grindr, of course, but avoiding his son's profile, despite repeated nude photos being sent to him from said profile. He was more determined than ever to keep his gay side a secret.

Jackson, none the wiser, was just trying to get laid. He was annoyed his father had sort of slid back into being closed off, acting happy but not seemingly BEING happy. He knew his father was the type of man to swallow his feelings, afraid of making waves. He rarely stood up for himself and always adopted a "Keep Calm and Carry On" mentality. Ben was never withholding or an absentee father, he just so often glazed over his own needs to make others happy.

Cole and Amy had stopped, momentarily, sleeping with other men. Both were concerned with what might happen; very real issues crashing their hedonistic lifestyle. Neither of them blamed each other, in fact they were closer than they'd ever been. They knew they had gotten into this potential mess together, and were determined to see it through together. Cole wanted to talk to Amy about their options, but not until he knew for sure that she was pregnant, still holding out hope, and the very real possibility that she wasn't. Meanwhile, Amy was withholding a bit of information from Cole: she had begun feeling it...sensing it. She felt like her body was telling her something, and she kept quiet for the time being because she didn't want to cause alarm if her mind was just playing tricks on her, assuming the worst.

Brighton and Parker moved out of their shared house, post-haste. Ian couldn't keep his mouth shut, and all their roomies and close buddies suddenly knew of their sexual escapades. Both boys felt so strongly about each other that they tried not to let it wear on them. They decided they were in this for the long haul; they were in this together. Parker wanted to use the "L" word with Brighton, but wasn't sure if he was jumping the gun. Brighton felt the same way, vacillating between feeling it was too soon and feeling as though it was fine because they'd known each other for years. Their new house wasn't fancy; it wasn't even as nice as the relative dive of their old place. But it was theirs. Alone.

Camden continued to mess around with both Jackson and Ben, not one of the three any wiser to the situation at hand. However, he did find himself continuing to lust after Ryan. He prayed Ryan would finally order pizza again, that he would answer the door naked, get hard... He vowed to say something. To initiate something.

Krieg's dad continued to feed his fuck-all attitude by sticking his cock in any woman that would look at him twice - Jessie, the maid, an intern, literally any woman that would throw her legs up for him. He felt more than a little trapped, having divorce papers in his desk in his office. He'd planned on serving them to his wife, that is until he found out she was pregnant. Even he wasn't that big of a douchebag, but it did annoy him to no end. He barely spoke with Krieg's mother anymore; mostly pleasantries in passing. They already hardly fucked, and that stopped altogether once she discovered she was with child.

 

[Brian S]

Ryan and Patrick had their hands around each other's hard cocks. Seated on Ryan's living room couch, the two had decided on that as a change to their usual surroundings of the shop. It was also a Friday night, so there was no urge to stay any longer at work than they had to. They worked each other over, naked, yanking one another's cocks as if it was second nature by now. Ryan was horny, but also had a lot on his mind. As he pleasured Patrick's fat cock, he decided to ask a few questions of his trusted friend.

"Can...can I ask you something?" Ryan asked.

"Of course, man." Patrick responded.

"How did...uh...how did you know? When you figured out you liked guys, I mean. Like...how did you figure it out?" Ryan asked. The conversation was heavier than Patrick expected, but he was eager to help. For one, he was happy to help his friend figure himself out, and plus maybe it would benefit him in the end.

"Well...it was pretty easy for me." Patrick shrugged, wiping some precum from Ryan's head with his thumb.

"You weren't, like...doubtful? Confused?"

"I wouldn't say confused so much, but doubtful, sure. I dunno. I had a moment in time where nothing made sense, but it didn't last that long with me."

"What changed?"

"Well...I started hooking up with my roomie. Then my best friend at the time, and a couple other guys. Once I broke that seal so to speak, it all clicked."

"Lucky." Ryan said, sighing.

Patrick stopped jacking Ryan for a moment, and Ryan followed suit. "Are you...questioning yourself?" Patrick asked.

"Well you know better than anyone that I've had...mild interest. It always felt like the things I was doing weren't specifically...you know, gay. Like, jerking off is jerking off. Even if we help each other out, I don't see that as being...I dunno...necessarily over the line. Like yeah, I get that most straight men ain't exactly hankering to jack off another man, but...it's just been...fun, you know? Like two buddies just bonding...helping each other out...just dicking around, no pun intended."

Patrick chuckled. "But...?"

"But...lately I've been...I dunno...thinking about more? Dreaming about more?"

"Are those things you're thinking about things you might actually wanna do?" Patrick asked.

"I dunno...maybe? Yeah...kinda. I guess at my own pace, ya know? And I don't know if I'll even like those things. Feel like I've been blind to what's going on." Ryan said.

"How so, man?" Patrick asked.

"I guess like...the things I've been doing have been just things I'm doing. Like yeah, I've thought about it and like...wondered about myself...but I've never really put it together that like...for instance...I enjoy getting head from you, ya know? And yeah I've wrestled with it but I never thought about...I guess...what that meant for me. Like I never fully...I dunno...activated it or something."

"I think I see what you mean?" Patrick said, not fully understanding yet.

"I dunno. I guess I...so, you sucking me has been fun. But I never put thought into it. Well that ain't true really, cuz I have thought about it. But I guess I came to the conclusion that it's a fun thing to do, and it gets me off. I never really, deeply, thought about the fact that I might...you know...like men. Or, maybe that I like men more than...more than I realized?"

"That's perfectly normal, man. And I want you to know I'm here for ya, man. If you want emotional support or mental support, or even physical interaction. If you need to learn, or whatever. If you want, I mean." Patrick said, meaning it.

"Thanks, man. I just don't know how I didn't know any of this about myself until I was 30."

"Well, weird shit happens, man. And you know, you were loyal as fuck to Stacia. And that ain't a bad thing. You're also pretty damn selfless. I think you just...you know, got caught up in trying to make it work with Stacia, and trying to make her happy. You didn't think about yourself."

"Wow. You are...pretty fucking right. And...just so amazing, man." Ryan leaned over to give Patrick a hug, and it lingered for some time before Ryan's left hand found Patrick's hairy chest. He pulled his head back and looked Patrick in the face. Ryan then leaned in very deliberately to push his lips against Patrick's.

 

[Brian S]

*****2011*****

A slight ice storm kept Patrick from seeing his parents for Thanksgiving. Seeing he had nowhere else to go, Ryan invited him over to their house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was Patrick's first time meeting Stacia, and while he tried not to think poorly of her just because he had a crush on her husband, something about her rubbed Patrick the wrong way. Attempting to clear his mind, thinking he was jealous of her, he made it a point to engage in conversation with her, and he found the dinner overall...normal. They seemed like a normal, happy couple. The food itself was great, and Patrick felt thankful he had somewhere to go at all.

The three stayed up late, talking and getting to know one another. Even though Patrick wasn't old enough to drink yet, they let him have some wine. It seemed so picture-perfect and cozy. Patrick's slight jealousy switched gears, away from Stacia to just wishing he could find that special someone to settle down with. He knew he was young, but he still had that drive to be with someone. To know them better than he knew himself. Someone to share everything with.

They pulled out the hide a bed in the living room for Patrick, got him some pillows and blankets. Ryan and Stacia were very parental, even if they were only five or so years older than he was. They retreated upstairs to bed, leaving Patrick alone on the main floor. He stripped to his maroon Hanes briefs, not wanting to sleep in his clothes. He figured he'd be under the covers anyway, and he usually slept naked. The fair amount of wine he drank ensured a quick sleep.

Patrick wasn't sure how long he'd been out when he woke up needing to take a leak. There was a bathroom on the main floor, and one upstairs as well, so he thought nothing of shuffling to the one near him. He sleepily sauntered into the bathroom, and there stood Ryan. He was in his white briefs, thumbing the front down past his balls with his left thumb, holding his cock with his right. He was taking a piss, wearing nothing but his underwear!

"Shit, sorry man." Patrick muttered.

"It's fine, buddy. Stacia's in the upstairs bathroom and I had to go!" Ryan chuckled. It was obvious Ryan had been asleep as well. Patrick relished not only seeing Ryan mostly in his underwear with his cock and balls out, but also the fact that he got to be in his briefs in front of Ryan as well. It was an honest mistake on both their parts. Ryan headed back upstairs, Patrick took a leak, then went to back to the hide a bed.

Sometime later, around 5 AM, Patrick woke to some noises. His line of sight led directly to the kitchen, where Stacia was doing something or other, he never figured out what exactly. She was wearing a white, transparent nightie that barely covered her ass. She also had on a matching red bra and thong. Patrick was aroused, and thought her choice of attire was a bit odd. He ultimately thought nothing of it, because he so willingly accepted that Ryan was in his underwear too, earlier.

At around 8 AM, he woke up again, first to the scents of breakfast, and then realized Stacia was over him, nudging his arm.

"Time to get up." she said, weirdly matronly. "I made breakfast."

The first thing that Patrick noticed was that Stacia had removed her bra. Her perky tits were showing through her nightie, plain as day. Her hand lightly grazed his chest, "accidentally". Still very much attracted to women, and having had no experience with one, Patrick's cock stiffened up in his briefs. He wasn't fully hard, but well past semi.

"Come on. Breakfast is ready." she said, tousling his hair.

"Ok...let me just...I um...I don't have pants on." Patrick explained, meekly.

"Pfft. It's fine, Patrick."

"Is it?"

"We're casual in this house. Plus you don't want your breakfast to get cold after I slaved away at it." she said, acting as if putting pants on would make or break bacon temp. She grabbed his arm with one hand, and threw the blankets back with the other, immediately spotting his chubbed bulge. She urged him to sit upright, his face directly across from her red thong. Before long, the two were headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Stacia had the plates sitting on the table right beside each other, so once Patrick took a seat, she sat directly to his left.

She ate little while he wolfed his food down. As she talked to him, she kept touching his forearm or bicep. A couple of times, her hand found his thigh. At one point, her pinkie nudged his ball bulge and he jumped a bit. "Uh...so...so where's Ryan?" Patrick asked, trying to sound conversational.

"Oh he's out helping a friend. No telling when he might be back." she said, practically purring. As she ran her hand through his hair, she said, "You're real cute, you know that?"

"Uh...thank, uh thank you." he said, stammering.

"I bet all the girls go wild over you."

"I wish!" he laughed, blurting it out.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"N-no."

"That's a shame. A strapping college boy like you?" she said, feeling his back muscles across his shoulders. Patrick's cock was rock hard in his briefs, and he knew she could tell. There was no hiding it.

"I uh...I need a drink." Patrick said, excusing himself from the table quickly. He found a glass on his way to the sink and filled it up with water, taking a big chug. When he turned back around, Stacia was up.

"You okay, big boy?" she asked, noticeably looking at his package.

"I uh...I'm fine." he stammered. He retreated to the living room to get dressed, but as he fumbled with his jeans, Stacia approached him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, innocently. "What's the matter?"

"I uh...I'm fine. It's nothing. It's just...your...your breasts, they're-"

"They're what? Fantastic? Sexy?"

"Y-yes, and...and well, I can see them. And...Ryan's my-"

"Shhh." she said, putting a finger to his lips. "Let's make a deal."

"Okay?" he asked, nervous as all get out.

"You show me that cock of yours, and I'll let you grab my tits." she said.

"You...you just wanna see it?" he asked.

"Yeah. Whip it out."

Patrick was 19 and still gullible. He had virtually no experience with women, and he was horny. Let's just say his judgement wasn't the best at that point. "O-okay." he said, practically trembling. He dropped his jeans to the bed and quickly pulled his briefs down. His erect cock sprang out, wobbling and wagging itself into place. Even then, it still throbbed.

"Mmmm..." Stacia purred. "You are thick." she said, with an emphasis on the "ck" so pronounced that Patrick still remembered it. "Well, a deal's a deal." She grabbed Patrick's trembling hand and slid it up the bottom of her nightie, past her stomach. She cupped her own tit with Patrick's hand, her own wrapped on top of his. "Aren't they nice?" she asked.

"Y-yeah. Yeah they are." he stammered. On his own, he reached up her nightie with his other hand, grabbing the other breast. She groped his hard cock. At that point, Patrick was saved by Stacia's phone ringing. It was Ryan. He was about to head home and asked if they needed anything at the store while he was out.

Once off the phone, Stacia made Patrick swear to secrecy. And if he swore to secrecy, they might be able to pick up where they left off.

 

[Brian S]

Now, in that same living room, almost in the same spot, Ryan was kissing Patrick. Hard. Their tongues lashed together aggressively as they stroked each other's cocks.

"Fuck, I want you so bad." Patrick growled, kissing Ryan's neck. He straddled Ryan's lap, pushing their hard cocks together while kissing. Ryan loved it, feeling like a small door had just opened. He began to understand his feelings for Patrick and for men in general. He pushed back, with his hips, their cocks hard as hell and leaking precum already.

Patrick began to kiss Ryan's hairy chest, licking his nipples, lightly biting them. He worked his way down to Ryan's cock, sliding off the couch and his lap in the process. Ryan gasped when Patrick swallowed it whole, and moaned as Patrick slid his mouth back slowly, his lips gliding over his head. Patrick then kissed Ryan's thighs and suckled his ballsack. Ryan's nuts were wet when Patrick finally backed his head up a little, stroking Ryan's hard cock.

"Gaaaaawd you turn me on." Patrick growled before swallowing Ryan's cock again. His chin nudged Ryan's balls as he sucked his dick, tasting Ryan's precum. He beat his own cock feverishly, turned on just so much by sucking Ryan's cock. Ryan put his hands on Patrick's head, and Patrick groaned "Uh-huh!" with his mouth around Ryan's dick. Ryan began to thrust slightly, but that wasn't enough for Patrick. They moved to an open spot in the living room, Ryan standing over Patrick, who was on his knees. He swallowed Ryan's cock again, pulling on his hips to let him know he should thrust. And thrust he did.

Before long, Ryan was fucking Patrick's mouth aggressively, as he held Patrick's head in place. More than a few times, Patrick sensed this urgency in him, in the past. Every once in a while, Ryan got aggressive, urgent, forceful. Patrick loved it of course. With Patrick's hands firmly grasping his plump ass cheeks, Ryan fucked his mouth as hard as he'd fucked anything before. Harder, even. His balls were slamming against Patrick's saliva-covered chin. He loved bringing out that side of Ryan. He relished being the one that Ryan turned to. He liked it as a friend, but also as a hopeful sexual partner. Patrick knew Ryan had some pent up energy to use, and he was tapping into it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Ryan yelled, still fucking Patrick's mouth. He continued to thrust aggressively just a few more times, before he moaned loudly again and began to unload down Patrick's throat. Patrick swallowed the load as he'd done numerous times before, but feeling this was different...hotter. He could tell Ryan's legs were weakening as he began to twitch and shudder a bit. Wave after wave of Ryan's cum spurted into Patrick's mouth, and finally, he was done.

There was no break, no calming down or panting. Ryan helped Patrick up, and spat in his hand to stroke his cock. He shoved his tongue down Patrick's throat, tasting the traces of his own cum left in Patrick's mouth. He beat Patrick's dick in a way he hadn't beat it before; hard and fast to a much more intense degree. It didn't take Patrick much longer, before he growled, his noises lost in Ryan's open mouth. He didn't announce he was cumming; he didn't need to. It was completely obvious in his body language and moaning. Soon, Patrick growled loudly again, and again the muffled noise absorbed into Ryan's tongue and lips. Patrick began shooting, hitting Ryan but also hitting the carpet. It was one of those times where you just don't give a fuck where your cum goes. Patrick drenched the carpet, his body trembling a bit as Ryan milked his cock dry. Patrick normally would have stopped kissing at this point, too gooned out to continue, but Ryan gave him no choice in the matter. Once Patrick was spent, the two stood there in Ryan's living room, naked and hard.

They panted, smiling at one another, feeling each other's body heat on their own skin. Their hairy chests heaved as they caught their breath. "Fuck, man!" Patrick said. He grabbed a handful of Ryan's ass and continued, "You might be a little bit gay."

Ryan laughed hard and said, "Maybe so, maybe so."

 

[godard]

You think????

 

[Brian S]

Brighton hadn't changed his clothes unnecessarily at work for a couple shifts, and that somewhat surprised and saddened Krieg. However, Krieg also knew the changing was completely superfluous, and probably even more so now that they'd fooled around a few times. But something else shook Krieg more than he knew or could admit. After closing time one night, the place was empty and the doors were locked. He and Brighton were finishing up, about to be done, when Krieg decided to pull his cock out to flash and solicit Brighton.

Brighton came around the corner, back behind the bar, seeing Krieg's cock. He chuckled.

"You should come over for some beers and...stuff...tonight." Krieg suggested.

"Uh...that sounds fun, but...I gotta pass tonight." Brighton said, not fully telling Krieg the reason why.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got a lot to do." Brighton replied.

"Okay, your loss." he teased, and put his cock away, feeling slightly embarrassed and confused. He wrote it off, thinking it was just a fluke.

However, Krieg did call Camden when he got home. He was waiting naked for him, and helped him undress as soon as he got there. Camden sensed an urgency in Krieg he'd not felt before, as Krieg stroked his cock and began to kiss him aggressively. Camden loved it, as it was a step up from just sucking Krieg's cock and getting help with a handjob afterwards. Krieg shoved his tongue into Camden's mouth, pressing their naked bodies together as they stood in his living room. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other, and Krieg's hands were all over Camden's body. Something's changed with him...for the better, Camden thought as he returned Krieg's firm kisses.

Krieg backed up to the couch, still kissing Camden, and pulling him along. Once there, he sat, and Camden straddled his lap, immediately humping his cock against Krieg's. Camden soon began to kiss down Krieg's body, stopping to flick his tongue against both of Krieg's nipple piercings. Further down he went, both boys moaning and grunting. Once between Krieg's legs, Camden kissed both his inner thighs and suckled his balls before plunging Krieg's hot cock in his mouth. Krieg moaned and Camden felt that cock swell in his mouth.

"Fuck yeah...suck that dick." Krieg moaned, as he pushed on Camden's head. "Fuck, you're so good at that!"

The compliment spurred Camden to suck harder, even as Krieg began to thrust a bit. After sucking his cock for a short time, Camden returned to Krieg's lap to kiss him. This time, instead of their cocks being together, Camden was rubbing his ass against Krieg's very hard dick.

You should man up and fuck him. Just do it, Krieg. Tell him you wanna fuck his ass. He has a hot little ass...he's a cute boy...he's eager and willing...right? Just fuck him. Put your big, hot cock up his ass!

Meanwhile, Camden was having similar thoughts: Oh my God, his cock feels so good up against my ass. Please tell me you wanna fuck me. I need that cock in me...I bet he fucks so good...

In reality, neither of them said anything about it. Krieg held back, both unsure of what he was doing, and from mostly reserving those thoughts for Ryan. Camden held back as well, unsure of Krieg's sexuality and what he'd be comfortable with. He assumed that just because Krieg seemed to be a little more into it this time, he wasn't ready for actual sex.

Camden eventually slid off Krieg once more, eager to end the teasing on his ass if nothing was going to come of it. He swallowed Krieg's cock, sucking it hard for him. Krieg moaned and held Camden's head as he expertly worked on his cock. Several pleasurable minutes later, Krieg said he was going to cum.

"I'm fuckin-" was how he put it, and Camden knew what he meant. Seconds later, Krieg exploded into Camden's mouth, as Camden sucked and swallowed. Krieg moaned as he unloaded, and Camden moaned as he swallowed. Soon, Camden half stood, half knelt over Krieg and Krieg grabbed his cock. He jerked it, knowing that Camden was about to blast all over him. Camden whined a bit, thrust his hips to fuck Krieg's hand a bit, and moaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum!" He barely got the words out before he started to shoot on Krieg's torso, covering it with his load. Krieg's nipples with their piercings both had his cum slathered on them. It ran down Krieg's chest, pooled in his belly button. Soon, his body shuddered, and Krieg stopped jacking him.

"Whoo!" Camden exhaled, shaking his head a bit. Even though he didn't get what he fully wanted, it was still intense. Krieg was still fundamentally different, he figured, because this was hotter, more aggressive. Krieg seemed more present and involved.

 

[Manclandlad]

Brighton hadn't changed his clothes unnecessarily at work for a couple shifts, and that somewhat surprised and saddened Krieg. However, Krieg also knew the changing was completely superfluous, and probably even more so now that they'd fooled around a few times. But something else shook Krieg more than he knew or could admit. After closing time one night, the place was empty and the doors were locked. He and Brighton were finishing up, about to be done, when Krieg decided to pull his cock out to flash and solicit Brighton.

Brighton came around the corner, back behind the bar, seeing Krieg's cock. He chuckled.

"You should come over for some beers and...stuff...tonight." Krieg suggested.

"Uh...that sounds fun, but...I gotta pass tonight." Brighton said, not fully telling Krieg the reason why.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got a lot to do." Brighton replied.

"Okay, your loss." he teased, and put his cock away, feeling slightly embarrassed and confused. He wrote it off, thinking it was just a fluke.

However, Krieg did call Camden when he got home. He was waiting naked for him, and helped him undress as soon as he got there. Camden sensed an urgency in Krieg he'd not felt before, as Krieg stroked his cock and began to kiss him aggressively. Camden loved it, as it was a step up from just sucking Krieg's cock and getting help with a handjob afterwards. Krieg shoved his tongue into Camden's mouth, pressing their naked bodies together as they stood in his living room. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other, and Krieg's hands were all over Camden's body. Something's changed with him...for the better, Camden thought as he returned Krieg's firm kisses.

Krieg backed up to the couch, still kissing Camden, and pulling him along. Once there, he sat, and Camden straddled his lap, immediately humping his cock against Krieg's. Camden soon began to kiss down Krieg's body, stopping to flick his tongue against both of Krieg's nipple piercings. Further down he went, both boys moaning and grunting. Once between Krieg's legs, Camden kissed both his inner thighs and suckled his balls before plunging Krieg's hot cock in his mouth. Krieg moaned and Camden felt that cock swell in his mouth.

"Fuck yeah...suck that dick." Krieg moaned, as he pushed on Camden's head. "Fuck, you're so good at that!"

The compliment spurred Camden to suck harder, even as Krieg began to thrust a bit. After sucking his cock for a short time, Camden returned to Krieg's lap to kiss him. This time, instead of their cocks being together, Camden was rubbing his ass against Krieg's very hard dick.

You should man up and fuck him. Just do it, Krieg. Tell him you wanna fuck his ass. He has a hot little ass...he's a cute boy...he's eager and willing...right? Just fuck him. Put your big, hot cock up his ass!

Meanwhile, Camden was having similar thoughts: Oh my God, his cock feels so good up against my ass. Please tell me you wanna fuck me. I need that cock in me...I bet he fucks so good...

In reality, neither of them said anything about it. Krieg held back, both unsure of what he was doing, and from mostly reserving those thoughts for Ryan. Camden held back as well, unsure of Krieg's sexuality and what he'd be comfortable with. He assumed that just because Krieg seemed to be a little more into it this time, he wasn't ready for actual sex.

Camden eventually slid off Krieg once more, eager to end the teasing on his ass if nothing was going to come of it. He swallowed Krieg's cock, sucking it hard for him. Krieg moaned and held Camden's head as he expertly worked on his cock. Several pleasurable minutes later, Krieg said he was going to cum.

"I'm fuckin-" was how he put it, and Camden knew what he meant. Seconds later, Krieg exploded into Camden's mouth, as Camden sucked and swallowed. Krieg moaned as he unloaded, and Camden moaned as he swallowed. Soon, Camden half stood, half knelt over Krieg and Krieg grabbed his cock. He jerked it, knowing that Camden was about to blast all over him. Camden whined a bit, thrust his hips to fuck Krieg's hand a bit, and moaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum!" He barely got the words out before he started to shoot on Krieg's torso, covering it with his load. Krieg's nipples with their piercings both had his cum slathered on them. It ran down Krieg's chest, pooled in his belly button. Soon, his body shuddered, and Krieg stopped jacking him.

"Whoo!" Camden exhaled, shaking his head a bit. Even though he didn't get what he fully wanted, it was still intense. Krieg was still fundamentally different, he figured, because this was hotter, more aggressive. Krieg seemed more present and involved.

Hawt!

 

[william1]

Brighton hadn't changed his clothes unnecessarily at work for a couple shifts, and that somewhat surprised and saddened Krieg. However, Krieg also knew the changing was completely superfluous, and probably even more so now that they'd fooled around a few times. But something else shook Krieg more than he knew or could admit. After closing time one night, the place was empty and the doors were locked. He and Brighton were finishing up, about to be done, when Krieg decided to pull his cock out to flash and solicit Brighton.

Brighton came around the corner, back behind the bar, seeing Krieg's cock. He chuckled.

"You should come over for some beers and...stuff...tonight." Krieg suggested.

"Uh...that sounds fun, but...I gotta pass tonight." Brighton said, not fully telling Krieg the reason why.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got a lot to do." Brighton replied.

"Okay, your loss." he teased, and put his cock away, feeling slightly embarrassed and confused. He wrote it off, thinking it was just a fluke.

However, Krieg did call Camden when he got home. He was waiting naked for him, and helped him undress as soon as he got there. Camden sensed an urgency in Krieg he'd not felt before, as Krieg stroked his cock and began to kiss him aggressively. Camden loved it, as it was a step up from just sucking Krieg's cock and getting help with a handjob afterwards. Krieg shoved his tongue into Camden's mouth, pressing their naked bodies together as they stood in his living room. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other, and Krieg's hands were all over Camden's body. Something's changed with him...for the better, Camden thought as he returned Krieg's firm kisses.

Krieg backed up to the couch, still kissing Camden, and pulling him along. Once there, he sat, and Camden straddled his lap, immediately humping his cock against Krieg's. Camden soon began to kiss down Krieg's body, stopping to flick his tongue against both of Krieg's nipple piercings. Further down he went, both boys moaning and grunting. Once between Krieg's legs, Camden kissed both his inner thighs and suckled his balls before plunging Krieg's hot cock in his mouth. Krieg moaned and Camden felt that cock swell in his mouth.

"Fuck yeah...suck that dick." Krieg moaned, as he pushed on Camden's head. "Fuck, you're so good at that!"

The compliment spurred Camden to suck harder, even as Krieg began to thrust a bit. After sucking his cock for a short time, Camden returned to Krieg's lap to kiss him. This time, instead of their cocks being together, Camden was rubbing his ass against Krieg's very hard dick.

You should man up and fuck him. Just do it, Krieg. Tell him you wanna fuck his ass. He has a hot little ass...he's a cute boy...he's eager and willing...right? Just fuck him. Put your big, hot cock up his ass!

Meanwhile, Camden was having similar thoughts: Oh my God, his cock feels so good up against my ass. Please tell me you wanna fuck me. I need that cock in me...I bet he fucks so good...

In reality, neither of them said anything about it. Krieg held back, both unsure of what he was doing, and from mostly reserving those thoughts for Ryan. Camden held back as well, unsure of Krieg's sexuality and what he'd be comfortable with. He assumed that just because Krieg seemed to be a little more into it this time, he wasn't ready for actual sex.

Camden eventually slid off Krieg once more, eager to end the teasing on his ass if nothing was going to come of it. He swallowed Krieg's cock, sucking it hard for him. Krieg moaned and held Camden's head as he expertly worked on his cock. Several pleasurable minutes later, Krieg said he was going to cum.

"I'm fuckin-" was how he put it, and Camden knew what he meant. Seconds later, Krieg exploded into Camden's mouth, as Camden sucked and swallowed. Krieg moaned as he unloaded, and Camden moaned as he swallowed. Soon, Camden half stood, half knelt over Krieg and Krieg grabbed his cock. He jerked it, knowing that Camden was about to blast all over him. Camden whined a bit, thrust his hips to fuck Krieg's hand a bit, and moaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum!" He barely got the words out before he started to shoot on Krieg's torso, covering it with his load. Krieg's nipples with their piercings both had his cum slathered on them. It ran down Krieg's chest, pooled in his belly button. Soon, his body shuddered, and Krieg stopped jacking him.

"Whoo!" Camden exhaled, shaking his head a bit. Even though he didn't get what he fully wanted, it was still intense. Krieg was still fundamentally different, he figured, because this was hotter, more aggressive. Krieg seemed more present and involved.

wow, you build us up to where we think Krieg is finally going to use his big cock to fuck a guy and you tease us and then its still damm hot with the way you write it !!

 

[Brian S]

*****What would have happened had Camden spoken up*****

Oh my God, his cock feels so good up against my ass. Please tell me you wanna fuck me. I need that cock in me...I bet he fucks so good...

"Do you wanna fuck me?" Camden asked, whispered into Krieg's ear. He felt surprised at his own boldness.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." Krieg responded, equally breathy.

The two kissed aggressively some more as Camden pushed back against Krieg's cock with his ass.

"There's rubbers and lube in the end table." Krieg suggested.

"You keep it in the living room?" Camden teased.

"Never know when you might need them." Krieg responded, in a coy, sexy way.

Camden got up momentarily to fetch a condom and the lube from the end table beside the couch. He handed the condom to Krieg while opening the lube to spread it on his own ass.

"I've never...you know...fucked a guy before. You're gonna have'ta..." Krieg said as he unrolled the rubber onto his hard cock.

"I got you." Camden said. "I'll straddle you so I can take the lead."

Once Camden got his ass lubed and Krieg got the condom on, Camden then put some lube on Krieg's cock. Tossing the bottle aside onto the couch, Camden straddled Krieg once more. He was raised up, reaching back to guide Krieg's cock to his hole. Once he found the spot and Krieg's head was at his hole, Krieg noticed Camden's cock swelled from the teasing. He soon began to sit back on Krieg's 8 inch cock.

"Unnnhh!" Camden moaned, breathy, as the head pierced his ass. He held still for a moment, letting his ass adjust. Krieg had his hands on Camden's legs, wondering what else he could do to help. He watched Camden's face, which didn't seem to project a good time being had. Soon, Camden slid down a little further. Krieg began to feel the tightness of Camden's ass, and he began to grunt almost involuntarily. Camden was a pro, and overall it didn't take him long to settle all the way down on Krieg's cock. Soon enough, his ass nestled against Krieg's balls.

"Unh...unh...unhhhh!" Camden moaned, exhaling a noise with each breath. "It's big." he panted, smiling as much as he could.

"It feels good." Krieg admitted.

"Yeah it does." Camden panted. He soon began to rock slowly on Krieg's cock, pleasing both of them in the process. Before long, he was bouncing harder, harder, until he was full-on riding Krieg.

"Fuck, man!" Krieg announced as Camden bounced up and down on his cock. Camden's own hard cock swung and bounced off Krieg's stomach, leaving small trails of precum on it.

"Oh, fuck, Krieg!" Camden whined, leaning forward to kiss him. Krieg let Camden do the lion's share of the work as he gripped Camden's thighs. He slid his hands back to grope Camden's ass cheeks, as far as he could reach anyway. He'd never seen Camden so turned on, so...wild.

Camden bounced hard, whining and gooning out a little. His cock dribbled more precum than he was used to. This was so fucking hot to him. "I'm your first!" he announced, out of breath.

"Yeah you are." Krieg said, in a low, sexy voice. After a few seconds, Krieg added, "Your ass is so tight, man!", sounding completely surprised and amazed.

Camden kept on bucking, bucking, bucking, kissing Krieg aggressively until Krieg whined a bit and said, "I'm so close, man." Camden kept at it, feeling Krieg's cock throbbing as he made it slide in and out of his ass. With a loud, almost exasperated, whiny groan, Krieg began to shoot. Involuntarily, he raised his hips up, pushing Camden upward in the process. His cock buried deep in Camden's ass, he filled that condom up with his jizz. Camden's face was a mixture of lust and surprise, as well as a hint of knowing, having taught Krieg something. The second Krieg was done cumming, he spat in his hand and grabbed Camden's cock. With his own cock still twitching and throbbing in Camden's ass, he jacked the boy off, which didn't take long. Moments later, Camden whined, shooting all over Krieg's chest. His nipple rings were coated, and Camden's load ran down his chest to gather in his belly button. He let go of Camden's cock and it rested against his stomach. He couldn't tell what was his own labored breathing or Camden's dick throbbing against him. Camden stayed impaled on Krieg's cock as they kissed, sweaty and delirious. Krieg was amazed at how good Camden's ass felt, and chided himself for not doing it sooner. Or, he would have, had Camden spoken up.

 

[Brian S]

*****What would have happened had Krieg spoken up*****

You should man up and fuck him. Just do it, Krieg. Tell him you wanna fuck his ass. He has a hot little ass...he's a cute boy...he's eager and willing...right? Just fuck him. Put your big, hot cock up his ass!

Krieg pushed upwards in one long, strong motion, his cock firmly against Camden's ass. "Can I fuck you?" he said, his tone half whispered, half growled.

"Please." Camden breathed, barely making a sound.

Bolstered by his sudden decision and unearned confidence on the subject of gay sex, Krieg took the reins. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard." Krieg moaned, against Camden's lips just before he kissed him.

Krieg had Camden stand up, and got off the couch himself, approaching the end table. Opening it, Camden saw the contents in the drawer.

"You keep lube and rubbers in the living room?" he asked, feeling a mix of whimsy but also 'goddamn that's hot' about it.

"Never know when you might need to fuck some cute boy in your living room." Krieg said, oozing cockiness. He figured if he was making the decision to fuck Camden, then he was going to FUCK him. He was going all out. Besides, acting confident made him feel confident. He figured between the DVD he bought and scoping out videos online, he'd seen enough gay porn to figure it out. It can't be THAT different, he reasoned with himself.

Handing an unopened rubber to Camden, Krieg said, as sexy as he could, "You wanna put this on me?"

Camden's eyes flared involuntarily as he nabbed the condom from Krieg. Opening the package, Camden was torn between hurrying to get the rubber on and wanting to savor the moment. He gripped Krieg's cock, unrolling the condom down it. Camden couldn't recall ever having done that FOR someone. He'd put condoms on himself, of course, but this? This was like Krieg asking him to dig his own grave. Only...not at all, and much sexier. Put this on me so I can fuck you.

The two boys moved to behind the couch. Krieg had Camden bend over to rest his forearms on top of the back of the couch. He worked lube onto his cock, then confidently smeared Camden's hole with more. He used about twice what he needed, but better too much than too little. Camden panted in anticipation, feeling his ass twitch as Krieg's lubed fingers passed over it. Within a few brief seconds, Krieg's head was at Camden's hole.

Krieg was amazed at how easily he found the spot, and was also amazed at his own confidence still. He pushed his head into Camden, making him gasp and whine.

"Unh!!"

Krieg's only reference being gay porn, he didn't realize he had to take it much slower than he did with girls. He pushed some more, causing Camden to yelp.

"Slow, slow." Camden panted. Krieg abated, holding his cock still. He took direction from Camden, only in the matter of how fast to enter him. Before too long, Krieg's cock was buried to the hilt in Camden's tight ass.

"Unh! You're so big!" Camden whined.

"Fuck this feels fucking great!" Krieg admitted.

Soon, Krieg began to thrust. He moved slowly at first, feeling Camden's ass clamping on his cock, feeling it twitch and hearing Camden's sexy whines. It wasn't long before instinct and hormones and urges and a primal feeling took Krieg over, and he was fucking Camden's ass hard. He hadn't fucked so hard before. Camden hadn't been fucked so hard before. Thrusting from behind, Krieg held Camden's hips tightly, as his own hips slapped against Camden's ass cheeks. The skin-to-skin slaps practically echoed through Krieg's living room, mixing with his loud, manly grunts and Camden's high-pitched whining.

"Fuck, man!" Krieg announced as he pounded Camden in a way he'd never pounded anyone.

"Oh, fuck, Krieg!" Camden whined, head down as he stared at the floor and felt his own hard cock wagging violently between his legs. "Fuck me!" he commanded, summoning a deeper voice.

Krieg somehow found a more intense rhythm, and the two lurched the couch forward a couple inches with their sex.

"I've never fucked a boy before!" Krieg said, wanting to remind Camden.

"So hot...being your first..." Camden whined between thrusts.

"Your ass is so fucking goddamn fucking tight!" Krieg yelled, feeling his own ass tighten and release with each thrust.

It was as if Krieg couldn't fuck hard enough. Camden was living it up, in pure ecstasy. In a few minutes, Krieg's voice boomed, "I'm gonna cum in your ass!" He thrust harder and soon growled loudly and pushed hard, burying his cock as far into Camden's ass as it would go. The sudden, hard thrust inched the couch forward again, and Krieg unloaded his intense orgasm into the condom in Camden's ass. He thrust weakly now, still wanting to, but feeling his legs grow wobbly. His hand clamped around Camden's hips like a vice as he came.

"UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!" Krieg growled, never cumming so hard in his life. Camden released a series of horny whines. The moment Krieg was done, he pulled out and turned Camden around to kiss him aggressively. Then, riding high on his own confidence and giving in to his lust, Krieg dropped down to swallow Camden's hard, sticky cock.

"It's not gonna take long..." Camden whispered, feeling Krieg's mouth roll up and down his cock with surprising skill. "Have you sucked dick before?" he asked.

"Uh-unh." Krieg responded in the negative, Camden's cock still in his mouth. He slurped on that cock, doing what they did in the pornos.

"I'm gonna cum!" Camden whined.

Krieg moved his mouth from Camden's cock to jack it, jutting his chest out some as if to present it to Camden's dick. With a few more whines and several strokes, Krieg made Camden cum. "Unnnnnhhh!" Camden groaned as he shot onto Krieg's chest. He watched his own load splatter on Krieg's nipple rings, and against his chest. He grew a bit light headed as he finished up, and soon he shuddered and was done. Krieg let go of his cock, and Camden rested his aching ass against the back of the couch. He could see his cum rolling down Krieg's torso, getting caught in his belly button. He looked great covered in cum, Camden figured.

Camden was blown away by how hard Krieg fucked him, and realized that he enjoyed the rough pounding. Krieg was amazed, both at how great Camden's ass felt, and at his own turn, embracing the gay inside him. Or, they would have, had Krieg spoken up...

 

[laptoper]

I`m loving this, sooo, sooo hot!

 

[Brian S]

Parker pushed his face into the back of Brighton's underwear - bright yellow American Eagle trunks with black trim. The two had been unpacking their things in their underwear when lust took over. A sex break was never a bad thing.

Parker lapped at the yellow material that stretched across Brighton's hole, dampening the underwear. He'd already been kissing and slightly gnawing on the ass cheeks, leaving wet spots and temporary gathers across Brighton's ass. Slowly, Parker reached up and began to slide the underwear down, revealing Brighton's bare, peach-fuzzed ass. As soon as a little was available to him, Parker kissed his skin, wedging his tongue into Brighton's crack. As he exposed more of it, his tongue moved further down as well, until he got to Brighton's hole. Parker lapped and kissed it, urgently nudging his face against Brighton.

Brighton whined and felt his ass tremble, seemingly from within. He was on his knees, resting on his forearms, his trunks just barely past his ass and balls. All he could feel was Parker's tongue teasing his hole, licking his taint. Parker was all-in, pleasantly surprised at just how much he craved doing this for Brighton. They both got pleasure from it.

Parker slid Brighton's underwear down just a bit more, sticking his arm between Brighton's thighs. His hand led the way, palm up, dragging across the bottom of Brighton's balls, past them, to Brighton's hard cock. From behind, through Brighton's thighs, as he ate Brighton's ass, Parker stroked Brighton's cock.

"Jesus, fuck." Brighton whined. He didn't know where that move came from, and to be honest, neither did Parker. It just came to him, and he did it. He could feel Brighton's cock throbbing, swelling with each flick of the tongue against his hole. It obviously turned him on to no end to be eaten like that. Parker was just happy that Brighton was pleased with his skills. Pleasing his long time best friend this way was the hottest thing Parker could think of. Parker's brow was growing sweaty, and his face was wet from rubbing it around Brighton's ass, in his own saliva.

Parker couldn't keep up the through-the-leg jack for too terribly long, so Brighton reached down to stroke himself. His knees and right forearm kept him upright while he reached down to jack with his left hand. Parker stuck his tongue inside Brighton's ass as far as he could get it, licking, lapping, kissing. Brighton felt almost ready to be fucked, which surprised him. He thought it would take longer for him to get used to the idea, but every time Parker even remotely touched his ass, it was all the could think about. It wasn't going to be this time, he knew, but soon.

Parker too was ready to fuck his best friend. The idea consumed him. He knew how Brighton reacted from just a tongue; how much he geeked out and went wild...he could only imagine what his cock could do for him. He gave Brighton all his best moves...having learned what drove Brighton crazy. Before too long, Brighton whined, "I'm close!"

"Cum, man." Parker said, his warm breath bouncing off Brighton's ass crack. Within seconds, Brighton was shooting his load on their bed. His ass twitched and pushed back against Parker's face, Parker's own moans muffled in Brighton's damp undercarriage.

"Unh! Ungggh!" Brighton whined, with each shot. Parker continued to tongue his friend, until his friend had stopped cumming. "Fuuuuuuck." Brighton panted. He got almost no reprieve, as Parker had him lay down flat on his stomach, right into his own cum. Once again, Parker slid his cock between Brighton's perfect ass cheeks, humping away at them, pretending he was really inside it.

Parker's sweaty chest heaved and undulated against Brighton's damp, smooth back as Parker dry humped Brighton's saliva-covered ass. Between cum and sweat and spit, there was just so much...dampness. The boys had never experienced that before, and both loved it. They loved feeling each other's warm, damp bodies, looking at one another's sweaty chests. Parker lunged and lunged against Brighton's ass, and soon moaned loudly before shooting his load. As he came hard against Brighton's ass, Parker realized they were once again holding hands, their fingers intertwined. It happened so naturally. Parker thrust some more, his balls pushing against Brighton's ass, cum spurting between their bodies.

"Fuuuck!" Parker said, exhausted. He all but collapsed on top of Brighton, his sticky, throbbing cock between Brighton's ass cheeks, his heaving chest flush against Brighton's back. "I love you." he whispered, out of breath, almost immediately regretting it.

"I love you too." Brighton replied, much to Parker's shock.

"You...you do?" Parker asked, sliding off his friend.

"Yeah. I mean...I've been tryna figure out if I should say it cuz it seems so soon...but..."

"But we've known each other for so long." Parker finished.

"Yeah. Exactly. I mean...I kinda thought of it like...this is gonna be cheesy as fuck..."

"It's fine, man." Parker said.

"So, like, even though I didn't realize it at the time, I know now that...like, I've been falling in love with you for years." Brighton blushed, both at his admission and feeling it was too cheesy.

"Jesus Christ, that's hot. That's how I feel, man. Now, anyway. I realize I've loved you for a while, and liked you even longer."

Smiling, Brighton looked up at his buddy's face. The two grinned and locked lips, passionately showing each other just how they felt about one another. After a minute or so, they backed up.

"But..." Parker started, grabbing a handful of Brighton's ass cheek before continuing, "You're gonna have to let me fuck you soon." He smiled coyly.

Brighton chuckled, nearly giggled. "Deal, man." he replied, kissing Parker again.

 

[laptoper]

Can this get any hotter!

 

[Brian S]

Krieg knocked on Ryan's back door, package in hand. He waited for a few moments until Ryan answered, naked.

"Oh, hey man!" Ryan said, genuinely surprised to see Krieg.

"Hey." Krieg said as Ryan invited him in. "So, this is kinda cheesy, and I know Christmas isn't for another couple days, but...I got ya something." Krieg said, thrusting the small, poorly-wrapped package towards Ryan. "Ignore my wrapping, I can't wrap presents for shit." Krieg laughed.

Ryan chuckled, smiling, and said "First of all, neither can I. Second, just the idea that you got me anything, man..." Ryan said, almost choking up.

"Well, open it." Krieg urged, excited to see Ryan open his gift. Ryan tore into it, easily penetrating Krieg's loose wrap job, and saw that it was Season 1 of Westworld.

"Aww...shit man, thanks!" Ryan said, hugging Krieg, his dick lightly brushing Krieg's jeans.

"You're welcome, man. I figured we were talking about how you saw and liked a couple episodes while it was on, but never got to finish it, so...there ya go. Now you can look at all those dicks over and over." Krieg said, laughing, floating it only partially as a joke. Ryan laughed, but didn't say anything that would give Krieg the idea that he actually might enjoy doing just that.

"Well...I got you something too." Ryan said. He left Krieg in the kitchen and ran upstairs. On the way down, he hollered for Krieg to close his eyes, and he complied. "I didn't wrap it because...well, I suck. And I wasn't expecting to do this today." Ryan placed the gift in Krieg's outstretched hands. "Okay...open 'em."

Krieg opened his eyes and was face to face with an unopened, original pressing vinyl of Nirvana's Nevermind album, signed by Kurt Cobain, and the rest of the band. Krieg bawled. Immediately. He gave Ryan a huge hug, quickly, so he could look at the record again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Krieg asked, flabbergasted. "I know you're not supposed to ask this, but how much did this fucking cost?"

"Okay, so...I found it on ebay. I was just gonna get you a bunch of records, and found a batch of like, 30 records. They weren't all listed, and the lady selling them obviously had no idea what she had on hand. When I got them in, I about shit myself. Buried in the middle of all these bad to mediocre records...was this. I knew it had to be yours right away." Ryan said. "It was expensive, but it wasn't THAT expensive." he laughed.

"Still man, Jesus Christ...oh my God..." Krieg, shaking, gave Ryan another big hug, kissing his neck once, lightly. "This is the best thing anyone's ever given me. Hands down. Oh fuck...Jesus...I can't tell if I'm gonna vomit or piss my pants."

"I hope you don't do either." Ryan said, smiling.

Krieg adopted a goofy, derpy voice and said, "Hurr, here's fuckin Westworld." Then in his regular voice said, "Meanwhile you're giving me a fucking national fucking treasure that you just stumbled on." Then Krieg realized, "Ryan...you could sell this for a lot of money. You have to sell this."

"I'm not fucking selling it." Ryan chuckled, his tone wondering what the hell was wrong with Krieg. "It's yours. I want YOU to have it."

"No, are you kidding me? Ryan. Listen to me. You could easily make five figures off this. Easily. Probably six."

"I don't care. It's YOURS. And also, I'm not comparing what we got each other. I've been dying to see all of Westworld, and it just means so much to me that you...that you...paid attention to me...enough to remember that detail." Now Ryan was fighting back tears. He truly meant it. Stacia never got him anything worth a shit. Nothing personal. Golf balls when he'd never been golfing. Joke boxers with little dicks printed all over them. A CD of a band he'd never heard of, and who weren't even in a genre he typically listened to.

The men embraced each other tightly, both sobbing into each other's shoulders. Neither could believe the big heart of the other; this quick, little gift exchange suddenly becoming something more. Something deeper. Krieg couldn't believe that Ryan was just giving him that amazing, rare-as-fuck find, and Ryan was overwhelmed that Krieg had just simply listened to him.

Krieg was still dressed, though Ryan was naked. His dick pressed against Krieg's package, and both men knew it. When the hug finally broke, Ryan was nearly hard. He knew Krieg noticed, though there was nothing he could do about it, nor anything he wanted to do about it. Other than let him look at it, that is.

"Do you have any wine?" Krieg asked, breaking the slight tension.

"No, who do you think I am?" Ryan asked, laughing. "I have beer. Or Jack. Vodka."

Krieg said he'd take a vodka-cranberry, and as Ryan made them drinks, Krieg took his clothes off.

 

[godard]

"On a chilly winter night . . . love is in the air!"

 

[Alexe223]

I’m starting to love the Patrick and Ryan storyline but I’m excited to find out what happens with Krieg!

 

[Brian S]

*****2011*****

Patrick managed to go home for Thanksgiving after all. The sun came out and warmed the roads enough to melt the ice, making travel possible. On the drive there, he thought about what had happened at Ryan and Stacia's...

I can't believe she was doing that to me! Like...showing me her tits and shit...groping my cock, having me touch her...fuck what if Ryan wouldn't have called? Would I fuck her? Shit, probably...her tits are fucking great! And I KNOW she would have fucked me. Damn, wish it was HIM hitting on me like that. Wish he was into me. Damn he has a nice ass, and in those briefs? Shiiit. Fuck, I want him. And...he's my friend. I couldn't fucking do him dirty like that and fuck his wife. Much as I might want to...hot as her tits are...I can't do that to him. Funny, I have no problems doing that to her if he wanted to fuck. Talk about hypocritical. Oh well, it is what it is. He's so hot, and I want it.

Patrick pushed down on his lap, trying to tame the boner that had sprang up, a result of thinking about Ryan naked, in his briefs, and about his wife's tits. It didn't take him long to get home, and his family was happy to see him. They had Thanksgiving leftovers, got caught up. Patrick told them about his internship at the garage, and how much happier he was at his new school. That wasn't entirely true, since he missed Trey and Jason, but he knew in the long run it would be for the better.

In a moment of weakness, he called Adam. Adam didn't answer, and Patrick had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, he shouldn't open up those wounds again anyway. On the other, he wanted to hear his voice, to hopefully be with him again. Now there'd just be a missed call on Adam's phone.

Patrick's parents went to bed, Patrick retreating to his own room as well. He laid in bed watching TV for about an hour when he got a text. It was from Heath.

It said: Seen your home meat meoutside Heath was never good with words, in person or via text. Patrick sighed, but got up anyway. He had a gut feeling about this furtive meeting, so he stashed a small bottle of lube in his pocket before heading outside. Heath was standing there, in the cold.

"Hey." Patrick said.

Heath just walked up and pulled Patrick to the dark side of the house. "I'm gunna fuck ya, k?" he said, snidely.

"Ok." Patrick agreed. Heath was dumb but he wasn't THAT dumb. He knew to get verbal confirmation from Patrick, lest anything come back to bite him on the ass.

Heath pushed Patrick up against the side of the garage, as Patrick pulled the lube from his jeans pocket. Heath yanked Patrick's jeans down, without undoing them, to his ankles. He then yanked Patrick's tighty whities to his ankles and began opening his own pants.

"Here." Patrick said, showing Heath the lube.

"What the fuck's that shit?"

"Lube. For my ass."

"Well put that shit on yerself. I ain't touchin' it." Heath said, his pants and boxerbriefs at his ankles now. He batted his soft cock around to get it hard while Patrick lubed his own ass.

Within a few seconds, Heath shoved his cock up Patrick's ass, all of it in one fell swoop. Again, Patrick was relieved that Heath only had a four inch cock by his estimation. In reality, it didn't quite reach 4 inches even.

Heath fucked in an irregular rhythm, like before, pushing his body roughly against Patrick's back. Patrick's face was against the cold, dirty siding. Heath pumped and pumped from behind, just wanting to get off, no concern for Patrick at all. His thrusts were shallow and quick. He grunted and swore, calling Patrick a few choice names. Almost as quickly as it started, it ended. Heath grunted loudly and began to cum up Patrick's ass. He didn't even wait until he was done cumming to pull out. Patrick felt a squirt hit the outside of his ass, and one on his left thigh.

Patrick turned around, and quickly found himself being pinned against the side of the house by Heath's arm across his chest.

"You're gonna keep this quiet, ain't ya?"

"Y-yeah. Of course." Patrick said.

"Good." Heath took a rough grip of Patrick's hardon with his hand. "Cuz I will break your fucking dick off if you tell a soul about this."

"I-I won't, man. Shit." Patrick said, trying to act casual.

"Atta boy." Heath said. Then, as if out of some weird, sexual defiance, Heath stroked Patrick's cock three times, staring into his eyes. Patrick couldn't tell if Heath did that because he wanted to, or because he was trying to show Patrick he wasn't afraid of him. Patrick sensed it was the latter.

Heath pulled up his tattered grey boxerbriefs, and his pants, and left Patrick standing outside with a boner, his pants and underwear at his ankles. Patrick didn't exactly know how to feel about what he was about to do, but he did it anyway: he grabbed his cock and jacked off.

Patrick's parents both had to work the next day, and Heath invited himself over to do it all again. He got his verbal confirmation first, of course. Patrick was naked, ass up on his own bed. Heath merely pulled his dirty jeans and off-white boxerbriefs down, barely past his own ass and balls. Again, he fucked Patrick roughly, quickly, and came up his ass as he called him names. Again, he left immediately. Again, Patrick jacked off.

Over the course of the next two days, before Patrick went back to college, Heath would fuck him three more times.

 

[Dean1931]

*****2011*****

Patrick managed to go home for Thanksgiving after all. The sun came out and warmed the roads enough to melt the ice, making travel possible. On the drive there, he thought about what had happened at Ryan and Stacia's...

I can't believe she was doing that to me! Like...showing me her tits and shit...groping my cock, having me touch her...fuck what if Ryan wouldn't have called? Would I fuck her? Shit, probably...her tits are fucking great! And I KNOW she would have fucked me. Damn, wish it was HIM hitting on me like that. Wish he was into me. Damn he has a nice ass, and in those briefs? Shiiit. Fuck, I want him. And...he's my friend. I couldn't fucking do him dirty like that and fuck his wife. Much as I might want to...hot as her tits are...I can't do that to him. Funny, I have no problems doing that to her if he wanted to fuck. Talk about hypocritical. Oh well, it is what it is. He's so hot, and I want it.

Patrick pushed down on his lap, trying to tame the boner that had sprang up, a result of thinking about Ryan naked, in his briefs, and about his wife's tits. It didn't take him long to get home, and his family was happy to see him. They had Thanksgiving leftovers, got caught up. Patrick told them about his internship at the garage, and how much happier he was at his new school. That wasn't entirely true, since he missed Trey and Jason, but he knew in the long run it would be for the better.

In a moment of weakness, he called Adam. Adam didn't answer, and Patrick had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, he shouldn't open up those wounds again anyway. On the other, he wanted to hear his voice, to hopefully be with him again. Now there'd just be a missed call on Adam's phone.

Patrick's parents went to bed, Patrick retreating to his own room as well. He laid in bed watching TV for about an hour when he got a text. It was from Heath.

It said: Seen your home meat meoutside Heath was never good with words, in person or via text. Patrick sighed, but got up anyway. He had a gut feeling about this furtive meeting, so he stashed a small bottle of lube in his pocket before heading outside. Heath was standing there, in the cold.

"Hey." Patrick said.

Heath just walked up and pulled Patrick to the dark side of the house. "I'm gunna fuck ya, k?" he said, snidely.

"Ok." Patrick agreed. Heath was dumb but he wasn't THAT dumb. He knew to get verbal confirmation from Patrick, lest anything come back to bite him on the ass.

Heath pushed Patrick up against the side of the garage, as Patrick pulled the lube from his jeans pocket. Heath yanked Patrick's jeans down, without undoing them, to his ankles. He then yanked Patrick's tighty whities to his ankles and began opening his own pants.

"Here." Patrick said, showing Heath the lube.

"What the fuck's that shit?"

"Lube. For my ass."

"Well put that shit on yerself. I ain't touchin' it." Heath said, his pants and boxerbriefs at his ankles now. He batted his soft cock around to get it hard while Patrick lubed his own ass.

Within a few seconds, Heath shoved his cock up Patrick's ass, all of it in one fell swoop. Again, Patrick was relieved that Heath only had a four inch cock by his estimation. In reality, it didn't quite reach 4 inches even.

Heath fucked in an irregular rhythm, like before, pushing his body roughly against Patrick's back. Patrick's face was against the cold, dirty siding. Heath pumped and pumped from behind, just wanting to get off, no concern for Patrick at all. His thrusts were shallow and quick. He grunted and swore, calling Patrick a few choice names. Almost as quickly as it started, it ended. Heath grunted loudly and began to cum up Patrick's ass. He didn't even wait until he was done cumming to pull out. Patrick felt a squirt hit the outside of his ass, and one on his left thigh.

Patrick turned around, and quickly found himself being pinned against the side of the house by Heath's arm across his chest.

"You're gonna keep this quiet, ain't ya?"

"Y-yeah. Of course." Patrick said.

"Good." Heath took a rough grip of Patrick's hardon with his hand. "Cuz I will break your fucking dick off if you tell a soul about this."

"I-I won't, man. Shit." Patrick said, trying to act casual.

"Atta boy." Heath said. Then, as if out of some weird, sexual defiance, Heath stroked Patrick's cock three times, staring into his eyes. Patrick couldn't tell if Heath did that because he wanted to, or because he was trying to show Patrick he wasn't afraid of him. Patrick sensed it was the latter.

Heath pulled up his tattered grey boxerbriefs, and his pants, and left Patrick standing outside with a boner, his pants and underwear at his ankles. Patrick didn't exactly know how to feel about what he was about to do, but he did it anyway: he grabbed his cock and jacked off.

Patrick's parents both had to work the next day, and Heath invited himself over to do it all again. He got his verbal confirmation first, of course. Patrick was naked, ass up on his own bed. Heath merely pulled his dirty jeans and off-white boxerbriefs down, barely past his own ass and balls. Again, he fucked Patrick roughly, quickly, and came up his ass as he called him names. Again, he left immediately. Again, Patrick jacked off.

Over the course of the next two days, before Patrick went back to college, Heath would fuck him three more times.

I'm jerking off right now reading your new entries. But of course, you already know I would be.