Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

Patrick peeled his tank top off after his workout, feeling his own sweaty, hairy chest. The gym was pretty empty that late at night, but Patrick also knew that's when any fun that could be had, would be had. He dropped his shorts, letting them fall to the locker room floor, and at the same time he took a grope of his own package through his white jockstrap. Soon enough, that came off too, and Patrick was naked. His hefty cock was aroused just enough to look massively impressive, yet still hanging and not raised yet.

Like the alpha he was and so wanted to be, he sauntered naked to the sauna. His towel draped over his shoulder as his meaty dick swung from side to side, thumping lightly off his own hairy thighs. The sauna was empty and Patrick laid his towel flat, adjusting his weighty balls before sitting on it, legs wide open. He sat as he always did, in such a way as to practically dare other men not to look at it.

As he sat there, his cock began to stiffen and he simply slid his hand down his own hairy stomach, over his pubic hair, and he caressed his dick. He began to stroke it, openly, long past the point of giving a shit if anyone walked in on him. Fully hard, Patrick held his cock at the base, wagging it to and fro in the steamy air for his own amusement. Look at that fucking cock. Anyone would be happy to have it. He knew that by "anyone" he meant Ryan, deep down. But he didn't dwell on it. After nobody came in, Patrick got up to shower. As he stepped back into the locker room, his stiff cock wagged in front of him and his balls hung low from the heat. The man couldn't possibly walk more cockily if he tried, strutting his way toward the showers. Was one running?

He rounded the corner and saw that, indeed, someone was taking a shower. He was turned away from Patrick, facing the wall, and Patrick recognized the ass. He forgot names all the time, but he never forgot an ass. He stepped into the showers just as the other guy turned, alerted to Patrick's presence.

"Well, well. If it isn't Lawrence." Patrick said, cocky as all get out.

"It's...it's Lance, but...but hi, Patrick."

"I knew that. I was just givin' ya shit." Patrick lied, as he bluntly swatted Lance on the ass. "What brings you back here?" he asked as he turned on a shower head directly next to Lance's.

"Long story." Lance said, looking at Patrick's hard cock, fairly unable to hide his suddenly-returned interest in the man.

"I miss fucking you." Patrick said, bold as can be.

3 minutes and 14 seconds later:

Patrick grunted as he pushed the remaining few inches of his cock into Lance's ass. They'd retreated to the lockers, where Patrick had lube, because of course he did. Lance whined and gasped as he felt Patrick's full cock inside him. Bent over, with his hands on a changing bench, Lance began to feel Patrick thrust.

Patrick fucked as hard as he could, given the position. He gripped Lance's waist tightly as he rammed his thick cock into the boy's ass again and again. The setting was intoxicating: the concrete, the metal lockers. The trace of man musk that any men's locker room gets no matter how clean it might be. Patrick's own, sweaty jock lying on the floor in front of Lance. He rammed repeatedly into the boy, hoping that someone DID come in and catch them. How hot would it be, he wondered, if some 40 year old married dad walked in on me fucking this ass?

Patrick reached around to stroke Lance's hard cock, relishing in the specific sounds Lance made. It all came rushing back to him, like deja vu, his memories of fucking Lance before. Of course those thoughts came part and parcel with memories of Krieg, which came part and parcel with memories of Ryan getting fucked by Krieg. Sudden jealousy washed over Patrick yet again, and he increased his aggressiveness, fucking Lance even harder.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" came Lance's whines, one for each of Patrick's thrusts. His noises echoed through the empty locker room as much as the slaps from Patrick's hips against his ass did. Lance wailed like a gay porn star; he hadn't been fucked like that since the last time Patrick fucked him. Sure, Dog fucked aggressively, but his dick was nowhere near the size of Patrick's. He came, by Patrick's hand, nearly sporadically. He wasn't aware he was so close, but before he could even react or tell Patrick he was close, he was spurting out onto the locker room floor as well as the changing bench.

Once Lance had cum, Patrick's manly hand returned to Lance's right hip. He gripped tightly, practically pulling the boy's body backwards to impale his ass with his cock. He grunted loudly, like something nearly inhuman as sweat began to roll down his hairy, broad chest. He looked straight down, past his undulating stomach, to his hips crashing wildly against Lance's soft ass cheeks. He looked at how part of his own fat cock came into view only to be repeatedly shoved back into Lance.

Patrick didn't warn him. Instead he pushed forward, burying his hard cock as far as it would go inside Lance's tight ass. The motion lurched Lance forward, nearly knocking his hands off the bench as Patrick began to cum inside him. The man released a loud, guttural growl, as he acted as though he couldn't get his cock far enough into Lance. His own ass was tensed, tightened, as he came. Finally, he released the tension in his ass, as well as his legs, and began panting with burst of grunts mingling in. He left his cock inside Lance briefly, but soon pulled it out and thumped it against Lance's ass.

"Well. Apparently I missed this tight little ass." Patrick said, groping it.

Lance chuckled, out of breath. "I...I think I missed you too?"

 

[Brian S]

Ryan pushed his hard cock against Kade's, kissing the boy's tender lips. He humped his manly, hairy body against Kade's boyish frame. He'd turned 18 literally the day before and promptly signed up for Scruff. He had a thing for hairier, older men, and Kade found Ryan to be a perfect fit; a prime example of what he thought of as a daddy.

"And you've never done any of this before?" Ryan asked between kisses.

"No. I jacked off a boy in my class, but that's it." Kade responded.

Ryan kissed him and worked his way down Kade's naturally hairless chest. He lapped and licked and sucked on Kade's tiny, pink, boyish nipples. Further down he worked, drinking in the inexperienced, unmarred, youthful body. Kade's cock laid upward, hard as a rock, jutting up from pubic hair so trimmed it was nearly gone. Ryan took the six and a half inch cock into his mouth, plunging down it. His chin nudged Kade's balls, his nose nudged Kade's body. The boy moaned like he'd never moaned before. Even though his cock was hard, it was soft to the touch; silky, completely unsucked before then.

Kade's body started to tremble, his sighs and sharp inhales firing out of his lips one right after the other. He was completely gooning out over being sucked, and Ryan wasn't ready for the boy to cum.

He flipped the boy over, caressing Kade's skinny thighs as he drank in the view of Kade's smooth, surprisingly round ass. At once, Ryan leaned forward and buried his face in that unused ass. Kade gasped and trembled, pushing back against Ryan's face as the man tongued his hole.

"Unnnhhhh!" Kade whined, a sound that awakened the primal urges deep inside Ryan. Ryan grasped the boy's soft cheeks, pulling them open further to gain better access to his hole and his crack. He ate him out like a pro, sending shockwaves of pleasure through the boy's body.

"You like that? Like having your ass eaten?" Ryan asked, nearly sneering.

"Uh-huh!" Kade whined.

After some time, Ryan flipped Kade over again and drew the boy's legs up. "I need to fuck you." he said.

"I...I didn't plan on...going that far." Kade stammered, though he also relished the sensation of Ryan's head against his hole.

"You don't have to." Ryan said, holding the base of his cock and teasing the boy with it.

"If you really want to..." Kade said, trailing off.

"I really want to."

"O-okay then. Yes."

Within no time at all, Ryan had both his cock and Kade's ass lubed. He pulled the boy's legs closer, as he knelt in just the right position. He guided his cock slowly to the boy's virgin hole and pierced it lightly with his head.

"Unnnnnggghhh!" Kade whined. Ryan took it slow, but the boy's whining only made him want to fuck him more. He slowly, slowly, slowly, worked his cock into the boy's impossibly tight ass. Watching Kade's face as he took Ryan's cock turned Ryan on. It was innocent, sweet, distressed, yet aroused. The boy continued to bite his own lower lip as his brow furrowed and whines escaped his mouth.

"That's it. That's my whole cock." Ryan groaned, getting himself fully into the unexplored territory of Kade's ass.

"It feels huge." he whined, breathlessly. That felt good for Ryan to hear.

Kade's hands instinctively had been resting on Ryan's thighs, pushing back when it hurt too much. But now they fell to Kade's sides, and the boy's whining changed tone. Ryan pulled slightly out as the virgin whined, and then Ryan pushed slowly in again.

As it began to feel better and better, Kade's cock began to stiffen again. Ryan hoisted the skinny calves onto his manly shoulders and began to thrust harder and harder; faster and faster. Kade was all for it by then, moaning and whining, and touching his own body as he writhed on Ryan's bed. "Oh, oh fuck!" Kade whimpered, his body not only twitching but lurching up and down with each thrust.

Ryan fucked harder, ramming himself into the boy. Kade surprised Ryan and even himself at how well he wound up being able to take a pounding. "This is the tightest fucking ass I've ever fucked!" Ryan growled, pushing harder as the bed began to rock and knock against the wall.

Kade's cock was leaking precum like a broken faucet, all over his flat, smooth stomach. It bounced wildly with every thrust, and Kade was in heaven, completely lost in the moment.

Ryan lurched forward even more, doubling the boy in half practically. His knees were near his temples, and Ryan continued fucking him aggressively. Kade began to whine even louder at this new position, at being pushed in half. The sounds escaped his lips at increasing frequency and volume, and his ass tingled. Everything tingled. All at once, without further warning, Kade's cock erupted, spewing cum out of it and onto his own stomach and chest.

"What the-" Kade moaned, having no idea what just happened. "I came?"

Ryan snickered, proud of himself for fucking the cum right out of the boy. "Your prostate." is all he said as he continued to fuck the tightest, smallest ass he'd ever fucked. Kade surprised himself by not losing his erection after getting off, and he laid there letting himself be used by Ryan for several more minutes.

Finally: "I'm gonna cum, boy!" Ryan growled, somehow picking up more speed. He moaned loudly moments later, pushing his cock deep into the tight ass, unloading into it. He stopped thrusting momentarily, only to pick it up again, but slower. He spurted and spurted, feeling Kade's ass clamping down around his cock. Once he'd filled the boy up with his cum, he left his cock there to throb inside him. They panted, looking at one another, and Ryan noticed Kade was still rock hard.

He pulled out to lean down and suck the boy. He plunged the cock into his mouth and began working it over.

"I-I don't think I can-OH FUCK!" Kade said, changing his tune quickly as he began to erupt in Ryan's mouth. Ryan sucked the boy's youthful load down his throat, relishing in the surprisingly tasty flavor of it. He was incredibly proud of himself for taking Kade's virginity, showing the barely legal boy a great time.

__________

About 45 minutes later, Ryan got horny again. He was standing out back, alone in the dark, naked. He began to stroke himself, thinking about Kade and his sexy, impossibly tight ass. Yet, something bothered him about the experience. It was something he couldn't quite put his finger on. That feeling grew after Ryan came again, spewing his load out onto his deck. As he lit a cigarette, Ryan tapped out a message to Kade:

I had a great time, and I hope you did too. I should have used a condom. I'm clean, but make sure you use a condom from now on, ok?

Ryan placed his phone on the patio table and sat back in his chair, taking a deep drag off his smoke. Even after Kade responded that he had a good time too and agreed about condoms, something about it all still didn't sit right with Ryan.

 

[laptoper]

Patrick peeled his tank top off after his workout, feeling his own sweaty, hairy chest. The gym was pretty empty that late at night, but Patrick also knew that's when any fun that could be had, would be had. He dropped his shorts, letting them fall to the locker room floor, and at the same time he took a grope of his own package through his white jockstrap. Soon enough, that came off too, and Patrick was naked. His hefty cock was aroused just enough to look massively impressive, yet still hanging and not raised yet.

Like the alpha he was and so wanted to be, he sauntered naked to the sauna. His towel draped over his shoulder as his meaty dick swung from side to side, thumping lightly off his own hairy thighs. The sauna was empty and Patrick laid his towel flat, adjusting his weighty balls before sitting on it, legs wide open. He sat as he always did, in such a way as to practically dare other men not to look at it.

As he sat there, his cock began to stiffen and he simply slid his hand down his own hairy stomach, over his pubic hair, and he caressed his dick. He began to stroke it, openly, long past the point of giving a shit if anyone walked in on him. Fully hard, Patrick held his cock at the base, wagging it to and fro in the steamy air for his own amusement. Look at that fucking cock. Anyone would be happy to have it. He knew that by "anyone" he meant Ryan, deep down. But he didn't dwell on it. After nobody came in, Patrick got up to shower. As he stepped back into the locker room, his stiff cock wagged in front of him and his balls hung low from the heat. The man couldn't possibly walk more cockily if he tried, strutting his way toward the showers. Was one running?

He rounded the corner and saw that, indeed, someone was taking a shower. He was turned away from Patrick, facing the wall, and Patrick recognized the ass. He forgot names all the time, but he never forgot an ass. He stepped into the showers just as the other guy turned, alerted to Patrick's presence.

"Well, well. If it isn't Lawrence." Patrick said, cocky as all get out.

"It's...it's Lance, but...but hi, Patrick."

"I knew that. I was just givin' ya shit." Patrick lied, as he bluntly swatted Lance on the ass. "What brings you back here?" he asked as he turned on a shower head directly next to Lance's.

"Long story." Lance said, looking at Patrick's hard cock, fairly unable to hide his suddenly-returned interest in the man.

"I miss fucking you." Patrick said, bold as can be.

3 minutes and 14 seconds later:

Patrick grunted as he pushed the remaining few inches of his cock into Lance's ass. They'd retreated to the lockers, where Patrick had lube, because of course he did. Lance whined and gasped as he felt Patrick's full cock inside him. Bent over, with his hands on a changing bench, Lance began to feel Patrick thrust.

Patrick fucked as hard as he could, given the position. He gripped Lance's waist tightly as he rammed his thick cock into the boy's ass again and again. The setting was intoxicating: the concrete, the metal lockers. The trace of man musk that any men's locker room gets no matter how clean it might be. Patrick's own, sweaty jock lying on the floor in front of Lance. He rammed repeatedly into the boy, hoping that someone DID come in and catch them. How hot would it be, he wondered, if some 40 year old married dad walked in on me fucking this ass?

Patrick reached around to stroke Lance's hard cock, relishing in the specific sounds Lance made. It all came rushing back to him, like deja vu, his memories of fucking Lance before. Of course those thoughts came part and parcel with memories of Krieg, which came part and parcel with memories of Ryan getting fucked by Krieg. Sudden jealousy washed over Patrick yet again, and he increased his aggressiveness, fucking Lance even harder.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" came Lance's whines, one for each of Patrick's thrusts. His noises echoed through the empty locker room as much as the slaps from Patrick's hips against his ass did. Lance wailed like a gay porn star; he hadn't been fucked like that since the last time Patrick fucked him. Sure, Dog fucked aggressively, but his dick was nowhere near the size of Patrick's. He came, by Patrick's hand, nearly sporadically. He wasn't aware he was so close, but before he could even react or tell Patrick he was close, he was spurting out onto the locker room floor as well as the changing bench.

Once Lance had cum, Patrick's manly hand returned to Lance's right hip. He gripped tightly, practically pulling the boy's body backwards to impale his ass with his cock. He grunted loudly, like something nearly inhuman as sweat began to roll down his hairy, broad chest. He looked straight down, past his undulating stomach, to his hips crashing wildly against Lance's soft ass cheeks. He looked at how part of his own fat cock came into view only to be repeatedly shoved back into Lance.

Patrick didn't warn him. Instead he pushed forward, burying his hard cock as far as it would go inside Lance's tight ass. The motion lurched Lance forward, nearly knocking his hands off the bench as Patrick began to cum inside him. The man released a loud, guttural growl, as he acted as though he couldn't get his cock far enough into Lance. His own ass was tensed, tightened, as he came. Finally, he released the tension in his ass, as well as his legs, and began panting with burst of grunts mingling in. He left his cock inside Lance briefly, but soon pulled it out and thumped it against Lance's ass.

"Well. Apparently I missed this tight little ass." Patrick said, groping it.

Lance chuckled, out of breath. "I...I think I missed you too?"

Soooooo hot. Love it

 

[Brian S]

"You can stay here til you get on your feet." Patrick said, tossing his keys onto his coffee table.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it." Lance replied, setting his bag down on the floor. "I don't really have any money, but I'll get a job ASAP."

"In the meantime, I'm sure we can come up with some way for you to...earn your keep." Patrick smirked, pulling his shirt off over his head. As he kicked off his shoes, Patrick asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

"Well, this is really the only place I knew anybody outside of Chicago. I actually got here a couple days ago, been sleeping at the park. Actually was only at the gym to clean up, take a shower..." Lance explained.

"How DID you get into the gym? After hours requires a key card." Patrick said, pulling his jeans off.

"A lady was leaving, and I had my bag, and I pretended to be digging in my wallet. She just held the door for me." Lance shrugged.

"Resourceful." Patrick nodded, as he pulled off his maroon boxerbriefs. "Make yourself at home, kid. You want a beer?"

"Uh, yeah. That'd be great."

Patrick got a couple beers and returned to the living room where Lance was in the middle of stripping down. Once naked, Lance sat on the couch beside Patrick and cracked open his Bud Light.

"So, that's how you got here, but not why you came here." Patrick said, urging Lance to tell his story.

Lance began, tentatively, but as he got into it, he got more and more forthcoming with details. He explained everything to Patrick, what had happened with the band, and why he'd quit. It took some time.

"...and they're all just so fucking coked out of their minds most of the time. And just focused on the wrong things. Like, we didn't have any fucking money, somehow, which we should. We've been playing gigs left and fucking right, and not even traveling so it's not like we were paying for hotels and shit. People have been buying our album, streaming it, buying merch. Like, yeah we had to pay for that initially, but we should have been seeing some returns on all that."

"Sounds like all your profits are going up Krieg's nose." Patrick said, happy to place the blame on Krieg. He wasn't entirely wrong though.

"That's...that's pretty much it. And our last music video just did me in."

"Yeah, you mentioned they were basically porn?" Patrick asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I mean, not even basically, they were porn. It was fun in the beginning when it was...like, cheeky or whatever. But literally every single music video became just...more and more pornographic. And that's what was going on onstage too. It wasn't clever or ironic anymore...it was just porn. Something switched in there along the way; we weren't a band showing our dicks anymore, we were amateur porn stars who occasionally picked up an instrument."

Patrick and Lance talked for a while longer, until Lance mentioned he was exhausted. Patrick took him to his bedroom and got him squared away; tucked in. "I'll be in in a little while. Get some sleep."

"I will, and...thanks again." Lance said.

Back in the living room, Patrick opened his laptop on his coffee table. Sitting on the edge of the couch and leaning forward, Patrick visited the website Lance had mentioned. Soon enough, he was looking at all the thumbnails for their music videos. He scrolled down to the latest one, the one that Lance said had broken the camel's back, and clicked it after plugging in his headphones. Immediately, Patrick was treated to a wide-angle shot of the four boys masturbating.

Jesus, that's hot. Can see where he's coming from, though. Patrick watched the entire video, not necessarily into the music at all, but definitely into watching a circle jerk. The end was pretty fantastic, once the actual song ended and all he could hear were the sounds of four men jacking off and cumming together. Jesus Christ...Patrick thought, as he watched them cum one by one. Absent-mindedly, Patrick reached down and felt his own erection.

He watched every music video that night, from the long, lingering shots of Krieg's naked body in "My Cock" to the boys just outright jerking off onto each other in "Friendly Fire". He saw them streak downtown Chicago, he saw multiple cocks in "I Saw Your Boyfriend's Cock On Grindr", and the focus on Dog's balls in "My Drummer's Balls". There were just over a dozen videos, and each and every one of them featured full-on nudity. "Helping Hand" was certainly intriguing, as it was just the boys tugging on each other's cocks. Even Patrick could see the difference between the earlier videos and the later ones. At first it was just nudity, or streaking. It looked like they were just daring boys, having fun. The later vids were, in fact, porn. Light porn, but porn just the same.

Patrick had been stroking his dick for some time, and after he watched all the videos, he scrolled around trying to figure out which one he should cum to. The idea that he hated the music but wanted to bust a nut to one of their videos wasn't lost on Patrick, and certainly supported Lance's concerns. It wasn't going to prevent Patrick from jerking off but he understood. One video in particular kept creeping into Patrick's mind, and he wasn't sure if that's what he wanted to cum to. However, the thought kept popping up, so he clicked the particular video and started watching it, dick firmly in hand. He even turned the sound back up for that one. Eventually, Patrick came on himself while watching "My Cock". The camera practically made love to Krieg's body, and Krieg himself sounded like he was having an orgasm.

It's not like Patrick cared that he got off to Krieg - the guy was hot, after all. He didn't even need to like a guy in order to fuck him, let alone just masturbate to him.

 

[Brian S]

hornedperv69: ur cock is hawt!
str8boyNE: Thank u

Zack pivoted his hips to make his hard cock wag for the camera. As he grinned ear to ear, he slowly stroked himself. It was completely evident that he enjoyed what he was doing, and that accounted for at least some of his relative popularity. The fact that he looked like he did and was straight also helped. Guys claimed to be straight on that site all the time, but with Zack, it was kind of obvious that he actually was.

onlyhorny4u: show us ur hole
onlyhorny4u: *tipped*

Zack grinned and turned around, showing off his athletic ass. It was a fairly perfect ass; toned and firm yet jiggly enough in just the right way. He spread his cheeks as he bent over, showing the internet his undercarriage once again. He touched it without provocation, happy to throw that in for the price of the tip. He was also enjoying it. In fact, when Zack eventually sat back down, he drew a leg up onto the couch so he could continue teasing himself while he jacked for a while.

hornedperv69: ur roomie home?
st8boyNE: YES
hornedperv69: can he see u, does he watch u?
str8boyNE: No he's in his bedroom
str8boyNE: but he does know I do this...
hornedperv69: wish u and him would do this together...
str8boyNE:
onlyhorny4u: u should go get him
str8boyNE: He's not into it
onlyhorny4u: have u asked?
str8boyNE: No but he knows I do this, so...
hornedperv69: u should convince him
hornedperv69: would love to see u 2 jerkin together
hornedperv69: 2 straight boys jerkin together
onlyhorny4u: AGREE!!!
onlyhorny4u: have u 2 ever jerked together before?
str8boyNE: Yah a couple times
onlyhorny4u: Then no problem right? He's hot????
str8boyNE: Yah he's hot.
str8boyNE: Dark hair
str8boyNE: Cute butt
str8boyNE: Nice dick
onlyhorny4u: We wanna see that dick!
hornedperv69: YES
onlyhorny4u: U ever touch eachother?
str8boyNE: Nope
onlyhorny4u: Would u?
str8boyNE: Sure, if $$$
hornedperv69: I got $$$$$$$$$
onlyhorny4u: Not without $$$?
str8boyNE: I dunno maybe.
str8boyNE: I might jack him
str8boyNE: But if on here, then $$$
hornedperv69: i'd fuckin pay whatever
onlyhorny4u: same. would pay $$$$ to watch u 2 jack eachother
str8boyNE: ok won't be tonight but maybe i'll talk to him
hornedperv69: PLEASE DO
onlyhorny4u: AGREE we wanna see 2 straight boys jack off together
str8boyNE: ok ok I'll talk to him before next show how's that?
onlyhorny4u: PERFECT
hornedperv69: HOT

Zack continued with his show, jerking his dick and fielding questions, thanking men for their tips. Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Ian loaded some more money onto his account. He'd wondered if "onlyhorny4u" was too on the nose for his screen name, but figured Zack wouldn't be any the wiser anyway. He had no idea who hornedperv69 was, but he was certainly thankful for the inadvertent support.

 

[Brian S]

"Fuck me hard! God you're hot, fuck me!"

Ryan was back in Kansas City, again eager to get his rocks off with some stranger, especially after the situation with Kade that still left a bad taste in his mouth for some reason. He rammed his cock into this guy, this absolute stranger. Funny enough, they'd met in the hallway and Ryan didn't even have to get on grindr. Before long, he was fucking the guy whose room was right next door; something that made Ryan proud of himself. Grindr's obvious, and it's easy to flirt on there. That's what it's for. But to be able to pick up a guy in a hotel hallway? To be able to flirt and read the signs and seal the deal? Hot.

Ryan kept fucking, holding the stranger by the hips, ramming him as hard as he could. This guy couldn't get enough. He LOVED the hard, aggressive way that Ryan was fucking him. The guy was old enough to know what he was doing, unlike Kade. Maybe that's what it was...the age difference? Ryan didn't dwell on it, he simply enjoyed this man's fit ass. He fucked and fucked and fucked to his heart's content. His manly hips slapped off the guy's ass, and the bed rocked violently as he moaned and the guy whined. Hot that he could make an older man whine, Ryan figured. The guy even liked to be spanked a little, which was kind of new to Ryan, but something he found incredibly hot.

Ryan was totally getting off on pleasing this man, older than he was. He wondered if that's what Camden and Jackson saw in him. The chance to please an older man? Not that he considered himself "old" by any means, of course, but compared to those two he was...older.

"I'm gonna cum!" Ryan yelled, as he pulled out. He practically ripped his condom off to jack his cock, right up against the stranger's ass. His balls ached as they bounced against the guy's butt, and it wasn't long before Ryan moaned loudly and began to cum. He shot on his hook-up's ass, and up his back, moaning as his body twitched and convulsed slightly. With that, he rolled the guy over and began sucking his cock.

Ryan had gotten really damn good at sucking cock, and it didn't take him long to get the man off. He didn't swallow; he switched to just his hand and the man moaned and writhed on the hotel bed as he shot wave after wave onto his own, slightly hairy torso. And just like that, it was all over.

Ryan got up and fetched the guy a towel, lighting a cigarette in his hotel room even if he wasn't supposed to smoke in there. He figured one couldn't hurt anything. The trick smiled at Ryan as he cleaned himself up. He knew the score; he knew he needed to leave. Hell, he wanted to leave. The two definitely were on the same page about the hook-up, and the guy pulled on his white, 2xist hip briefs as Ryan moved for the door. Ryan opened the door, standing sort of behind it, naked. Waiting for the guy to leave.

The stranger picked up the rest of his clothes - he was only going right next door after all, and headed for the door in his underwear. Ryan smacked his ass and said "Hot time."

"Real hot time." the man said, groping Ryan's soft dick and balls ever so briefly.

Hearing a knock in the hallway, Ryan said, "You're gonna get caught in your underwear."

"Eh fuck it." the guy smiled, and he let go of Ryan's cock to step out into the hallway. "Oh! Hey...what's up?" the man said as Ryan closed the door and headed for his bathroom.

**********

"Oh! Hey...what's up?" Steven asked, seeing Krieg standing at his door clad in just his boxers.

"Why are you in your underwear?" Krieg asked.

"Why are YOU in your underwear?" Steven laughed. Looking around furtively, Steven hurried to his door to let the two in.

"I uh...just uh..." Steven stammered.

"You hooked up?" Krieg asked, dropping his boxers.

"Yeah. Yeah I did."

"You got a round 2 left in ya?" Krieg asked, groping Steven's bulge through his white, 2xist hip briefs.

"For you? Always." Steven smirked, pulling down his underwear.

"I wanna fuck you." Krieg said, groping his own cock.

"For...for real? Well then fuck yeah." Steven said. He dropped down to suck Krieg's cock hard, and the two moved to Steven's bed. From behind, Krieg lubed his cock and began to line up his shot.

"Jesus, you still have his cum on your ass and back." Krieg said.

"It's hot."

"It's real fuckin' hot." Krieg agreed, pushing forward.

Steven gasped a bit, thankful in a way that he'd just gotten fucked. Krieg had a much bigger cock, and it didn't seem like he was going to take it easy on him. Not that he wanted him to anyway.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg stepped out onto Steven's hotel room balcony to light a smoke. He was buck naked, but he didn't care. They were also five floors up, and it was the middle of the night, so it's not as if anyone could see him, he figured. He leaned his forearms onto the railing, taking quick, deep inhales of his cigarette. He finished it in no time and lit a second one right away - he always smoked a lot, and quickly, when he'd had a bit of nose candy.

It was nearly 4 in the morning when Krieg stepped out; Steven was sawing logs in bed. Krieg kind of couldn't believe that he fucked Steven earlier, but he wasn't entirely surprised with himself either. I knew it was coming sooner or later. Why not just make it sooner? Krieg took a long drag off his smoke and scratched his trimmed pubic hair. He's been dying for this cock anyway...why not give it to him?

I know the others are gettin' kinda pissy that I'm spending so much time with Steven, but shit...we're on tour, ain't we? Got a little money in our account again. Getting ready to film another video...shit's looking up. Hope Lance is choking on his fucking words right about now. Wonder where he fucked off to? He was just holding us back all this time anyway. Never could say what he wanted to say, then BAM all of a sudden he's all fuckin' pissy with us.

Hurts more than anything. Finally, finally making some progress and he bails. Has a shit fit and bails. Didn't even say goodbye. Guess he left a note, or so I'm told. Wish Dog hadn't of thrown it away, I woulda liked to see what that whiny bitch had to say for himself. Man, fuck him. HE'S the one who had the coke hookup in the first place. He's showing his dick just like the rest of us, then all of a sudden the coke and the nudity were a fuckin' problem? What a hypocrite. Not to mention giving me shit about my lyrics...never saw you write nothing, Lance. For someone who supposedly had such a crush on me all that time, he sure has a funny fuckin' way of showing it.

That's all it is, man. He's jealous. Jealous that I'm not paying all my attention to him. Probably jealous that he'll never be a front man, jealous about being the weakest personality in the band. He was always jealous of something or other, it was always something new. Jesus, Krieg, just stop fuckin' thinking about him - he's gone. He's gone and you got a new bass player, a better bass player. Sexier, much bigger dick, not afraid to show it off. A little cocky, but...better than the alternative.

Krieg flicked his cigarette, watching it tumble five stories until the cherry exploded on the concrete, sending little bits of orange, glowing cinders into the parking lot. I should probably get some sleep. Kinda early yet, but what the fuck else am I gonna do? Plus, it couldn't hurt to turn in early for once.

Krieg turned and headed back inside, seeing a sleeping Steven in bed. He climbed in with him and closed his eyes, but his brain wouldn't turn off. Thoughts and ideas whizzed and whirred through his head, aided of course by all the coke.

 

[Brian S]

The faint scent of cigarette smoke hanging in the air gave Ryan pause. He was about to step onto his balcony to do the same thing, but he was naked. He didn't want to end up flashing someone. Well, he did, but it would depend on who that someone was. Leaning forward to peer out his patio door, he looked both ways, seeing that nobody was outside. He stepped out, naked, and lit a cig.

Right away, he noticed the room next door had left their patio door open. He knew it to be the room of the guy he fucked earlier, and if the balconies were connected, Ryan may have found himself peeping in on him. As it was, Ryan could barely see inside the room, and only the area right near the door. He too leaned on the railing to continue the thoughts that had woken him up in the first place.

He said yes, he gave me permission...but still... Ryan took a deep drag off his Marlboro Light, thinking about Kade. It just felt...sleazy. Did I try too hard to convince him? I hardly had to try at all. It's just...fuck, he's 18, I'm in my mid-30's...I mean that's not WRONG or illegal, but...I guess if he was an 18 year old that already came with experience...that...that might have been one thing. But we hook up once and I convince him to go all the way with me? The first time out? It just...

Ryan knew, deep down, what it was that bothered him about the Kade situation; he was just too afraid to admit it to himself. Finally, he knew he had to get real about his feelings.

It wasn't wrong, he agreed...BUT...who the fuck am I anymore? He caved easily, but I wouldn't have taken no for an answer...I mean, yes, I would have. I wouldn't have forced myself on him, I'm not THAT guy. But I was prepared to twist his arm about it some more. And ultimately, I didn't give a shit about his comfort or his emotional state. I wanted to fuck him, and fuck him I did. I wanted that virginity, I wanted to be able to say "first" and for what? Bragging rights? Who the fuck am I bragging to? Myself? I wanted to fuck him for me, for my pleasure, not because I wanted to show him a good time. Not because I was genuinely into teaching him something. There was no...no care in it whatsoever. That's not...that's not me. I shouldn't have cum in his ass. I shouldn't have fucked him at all. I should have let him show me that interest first. I was just so fucking afraid someone else would get there first, and...who cares?

Jesus Christ, it's the Patrick situation only reversed...or flipped...or...whatever. I guess I understand his desire to be my first now...and I didn't even have a history with Kade like Patrick had with me. I mean, I'm not saying it's right that he freaked out on me, but still...I get it. Maybe I should have let Patrick fuck me first, rather than Krieg. Well, clearly. Clearly that was an entire mistake...Patrick wouldn't have ignored me. He would still be fucking me, at least theoretically. Krieg fucked me and ran, which then pissed off Patrick. Huh. Funny how one decision can change every-fucking-thing. If I had just gotten with Patrick first, I probably wouldn't be missing either of them.

 

[Brian S]

Ryan's thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sounds of a bed rocking, accompanied by two male voices moaning. Jesus...the guy next door's getting it on again? Wonder who he picked up now?

Ryan leaned closer to the balcony next to him, unable to see in, but certainly able to hear some of the activities. Clearly, the guy was getting fucked. The longer the sex went on, the more Ryan was able to hear. It got louder, louder...Ryan found himself with an erection. Looking around to make sure he was in the clear, Ryan spat in his hand and grabbed himself. He stroked to the sounds of the gay sex next door, trying to imagine the scene.

Krieg had woken Steven up by pushing his erection against Steven's bare ass. That was minutes ago; now, Krieg had his cock buried deep in his tour manager's ass.

"Fuck, you have a big cock! Fuck me!" Steven yelped, a plea that Ryan could hear from his spot on the balcony. Krieg picked up speed, ramming himself into Steven from behind. His cock kind of ached, but Krieg didn't care. He was horny. He wanted to fuck. No, he needed to fuck.

Ryan worked his cock on the balcony, listening to the aggressive sex next door. It lasted quite a while; long enough that Ryan had to slow down lest he cum too soon. He could clearly hear the rhythmic slapping of the top's hips against the guy's ass, as well as the headboard banging against the wall. Plenty of noises - grunts, groans, moans - permeated the air, and finally, at long last, Ryan could hear that the top was cumming. Maybe they both were? Ryan began jerking quickly again, managing to fire off his load as the unseen couple next door were firing off theirs as well. He shot hard, turned on by this weird form of peeping, turned on by being outside - even if it was five stories up. He shot mostly on his own balcony, though a good portion of his cum fell the five stories to the bushes immediately below him. Some had hit the lip of the balcony across from him; something that gave Ryan a bit of a thrill. Knowing that he came a little on their balcony.

Ryan shook his cock off, the remaining droplets either hitting the floor of his own balcony or Ryan's own bare legs. A lamp came on in the room next door, and Ryan was ready to make a hasty retreat. Regardless of knowing that what he just heard was gay sex, he didn't want to be caught. After all, he barely even knew the guy he fucked in the first place, let alone whoever had just fucked him.

"You having a smoke?" Steven asked, which Ryan heard.

"Yup." came the reply.

Attempting some amount of discretion, Ryan darted inside, closing the patio door behind him.

Krieg could have sworn he saw some guy's naked ass; a blurry, peripheral sight. His feeling was confirmed at hearing the patio door shut. "Hey. Pretty sure the guy next door's naked. Just saw his ass I think." Krieg told Steven.

"Well he fucked me earlier, so..." Steven said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Probably heard us fucking." Krieg chuckled.

"That's hot."

Krieg lit up and as he inhaled sharply on his post-orgasm cigarette, Ryan's cum was dripping off the balcony, two feet from where Krieg was standing.

"We should invite him over." Krieg suggested.

"Well, we head out first thing in the morning. Gotta get back to Chicago, you have a gig tomorrow night."

"Aww you're no fun." Krieg teased.

"Have you slept?" Steven asked, changing the subject.

"Nah. Not yet."

"Krieg..."

"I know, I know. I'll sleep a little here in a minute. Then I'll sleep in the van on the way home."

"Promise?"

"Promise, dad."

"I'm not trying to bust your balls about this, but if I'm going to help you out, invest in you, I can't have you being sleep deprived all the time."

"Don't worry, I got this." Krieg smiled.

 

[Brian S]

"Pulling into 241 Circle Road, Mike and Terri Baker residence." Dustin sighed into his radio.

"Let me guess, domestic disturbance?" Dispatch asked.

"You got it." Dustin replied. "At what point do we-" Dustin's words were cut short by Terri Baker throwing a metal trash can at his cruiser. It smacked his windshield, cracking it a bit. "Jesus!" Dustin yelped, startled.

"Officer, are you hurt? What was that?"

"Requesting immediate back up. Terri Baker just threw a trash can at my car."

Dustin stepped out of his car, hand on his gun. "Terri! What are you doing to me?" he asked, trying to use the weird rapport he'd built up with the woman over the months.

"Fuck you, pig!" she yelled, dashing off across the yard in a dirty nightie that didn't cover the lower half of her body at all.

"Terri, come on!" Dustin hollered, trying to talk some sense into her.

Terri grabbed a shotgun off her deck.

"Terri is armed. Repeat, Terri is armed." Dustin uttered quickly into his radio.

"Don't do that! Don't you do that!" Terri yelled, aiming the shotgun at Dustin.

"Terri. Calm down. What's the matter?" Dustin asked, hands in front of him hoping to calm her down.

"Take your belt off! Get rid of that gun! Do it!" she yelled, gesturing with the shotgun.

"Ok, ok. I will. But then you gotta tell me what the problem is, ok?" Dustin unhooked his belt, letting it slide down some before he held it aside, away from his body. "See? Here it goes, Terri." Dustin dropped his belt. "Now calm down, and tell me what's wrong, Terri."

"I ain't gotta tell you shit! Don't you walk towards me, you stay put!"

"Ok, ok. You don't wanna do this. Where's Mike?"

"Yeahhh you're REAL concerned about Mike, ain't ya? Always REAL concerned about Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike, that's all you're worried about."

"Terri, I-"

"Take your clothes off!"

"What?"

"You heard me! Take your clothes off! Do it! Now! Now, goddamnit!" Terri yelled.

"Ok, ok. I heard you. I heard you." Dustin undid his shoes and kicked them off.

"Pants! Shirt!" she yelled, a firm grip on her shotgun.

"I'm doing it, Terri. Just calm down." Dustin dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He then undid his shirt and tossed it aside. "See, Terri? I did what you asked. Now do what I-"

"All the way! Take your clothes off or I'll see how good my aim is!"

"Ok, Terri. Ok." Dustin sighed and pulled off his socks, followed by his tank-style undershirt.

"Underpants too, fucker!"

"It's coming, hold on." Dustin replied, trying not to raise his voice. His heart was pounding in his chest. No way he was going to go out like this, shot by some crackhead. He hooked his thumbs into his bikini briefs and shucked them down, getting completely naked in the front yard. "See? I did what you said. Can you talk to me, Terri? Can you tell me what's going on?"

With that, three other police cars came screeching up to the house, lights on. Three cops in total got out, arms drawn.

"Mrs. Baker, put the shotgun down!" one of them yelled.

"No, I will not! This fuck-pig has some answering to do!"

Dustin threw a look to one of the other officers as if to say he had no fucking clue what she was talking about.

The standoff lasted for a few more tense minutes, but what Terri didn't know is the K9 unit had circled around behind her. As she stood there yelling nonsensical threats at naked Dustin and the other officers, the dutiful German Shepherd had begun doing its job. She never knew what hit her, jumped from behind by the dog. She fell to the ground, cursing, as the other officers rushed in and cuffed her. All in all, it was a short standoff, but one that put the fear of God into Dustin.

"Nice unit." Officer Smullins said, joking.

Dustin rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Fuck, that was...unexpected." he said as he slipped back into his underwear.

"She make you get naked?"

"Yeah. No idea why. She was just yelling and pointing that shotgun at me, and all of a sudden told me to take my clothes off."

"Well, she's a crackhead, so..."

Dustin chuckled. "Yeah. Yeah she is."

"Glad you're all right." Officer Smullins said, patting Dustin on his shoulder as he went to join the fray.

Dustin finished getting dressed, the idea that he just showed his cock to four of his male coworkers not lost on him. Obviously it wasn't anything he was dwelling on too much at that point, but it was something for the back burner.

They found Mike inside, sawing logs in bed. He'd slept through the entire thing, and was just as confused about Terri's actions as the police were. Mike even recognized Dustin and gave him what seemed to be a heartfelt apology on her behalf. Surprisingly enough, no drugs were found, so Mike got to stay right where he was. Terri, however, was going to jail for a long, long time. Certainly not the routine visit Dustin was expecting.

 

[Brian S]

Ian was lounging on his bed flipping channels in a pair of grey boxerbriefs when Zack came in, wearing red, soft cotton boxers.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Zack asked.

"Notta. Just watching some TV."

"Cool, cool. Hey, uh...so...I got something to float by you...you might think it's kinda weird, and you might think it's not. I really, really don't know." Zack let out a nervous chuckle.

"Ummm...ok." Ian said, switching the TV off. "Shoot."

"Well uh...so...you know my cam shows?"

"I'm aware, yeah." Ian chuckled.

"So like...some of the guys have been talking, like..."

"Some of the guys?" Ian asked.

"Yeah, like, the guys that uh, that frequent my channel or whatever."

"I see. Go on..." Ian said, knowing where this was going.

"So...yeah. Anyway, so they were all like, you know, oh it'd be hot if like, you know, your roomie came in or whatever. Like...of course they want, like...I dunno, you know, two for the price of one is even better, or whatever. And so they keep like, bringing it up or whatever, and I told them, you know...like, I'm sure he's not interested and like really downplayed it and whatever. But you know...like...there I am doing that, and so they're like, I mean...of course they're like, interested or whatever, knowing that like, I have a straight roomie and shit like that. Like, know what I mean? But...yeah, I said you weren't probably interested but they kept asking...and like...I don't wanna make this weird or nothing, so if it's like no chance in hell, I totally get that. But I guess I was like, well, I can ask...and I figured, you know...there was the camp and all that...and so...yeah...I dunno...total pipe dream on their behalf but like...I just figured I'd throw it out there...and like, if it's a, you know, a hard no, I get that. I get that. But it's just like-"

"Dude. You are rambling." Ian laughed.

"Wull! This is...weird to bring up."

"I don't even know what you're bringing up for sure." Ian said, fudging the truth a bit.

"Like, I didn't know if you were like, ok with maybe...like maybe coming onto the cam show, like once really quick or something."

"With you?" Ian asked.

"Wull...yeah. Like...that's kinda the thing. We'd be like, you know..." Zack made the jackoff motion in the air near his lap, "...like at the same time. Together."

"You want me to jack off with you during a cam show?" Ian asked.

Zack exhaled sharply and chuckled nervously. "Man...like, nevermind. That was dumb. When you put it that way, it sorta...like I shouldn't have asked. Forget I asked." Zack said, standing up.

"It's not THAT weird of an idea, man." Ian said.

"It's...it's not?"

"I mean...not really. First of all, I could always use some extra cash too. And like...there was that nudist camp thing, and...not like we haven't seen each other naked. And the whole Kassie thing..."

"Yeah, that's another thing I was thinking of. Like, I mean, we fucked Kassie together. Like REALLY together." Zack laughed.

Ian laughed too and said, "Yeah, I'll do it. Why not?"

"You will? Sweet!" Zack's face lit up, unmistakably.

"I mean, I can try it out at least. If I hate it..."

"Yeah, totally. Like, no big deal, ya know?" Zack said. "Well I've got one tonight, like in a few hours. Is...is that too soon? Or..."

"Nah, not too soon. I'll do it." Ian said.

"Sweet. Well, cool. So...yeah...I guess I'm..." Zack got back up and sort of meandered the short distance to the door, lingering a bit. "I guess I'll...we'll uh, talk later."

"For sure."

 

[Brian S]

There's no two ways to say this: Local punk band Frot continue to disappoint. Just over six months ago, they'd won me over. Now, their downward spiral is sadly, glaringly evident. This review is very NSFW.

Taking the stage naked from the first number "seems" like a punk thing to do...but where does a band go from there? Seeming to understand that catch-22, Frot have devised numerous ways to attempt to hold onto relevancy, and none of them are fun or particularly interesting. So, I'll tell you what there is to do when you start your set naked: you get even dirtier.

Krieg disrobing during "My Cock" was an odd bit of brilliance in the past - the concert built to that moment, that glorious moment when he would finally, finally give us what we wanted. (Royal "we", of course.) Exposing his abundant penis during that particular song gave us reason to understand it; he took us along for a ride through his egotism, marked by just a hint of irony. It was coy, it was crass, but it was fun. Having him - and the rest of the band - simply saunter out in their birthday suits completely undercuts that moment, that song, and most of the others as well. Krieg removes any mystery, the tension, the crescendo, the subtlety, by casually wandering out with his member flopping between his too-skinny legs. Welp, you've seen him naked, now what?

Drummer Dog decided to urinate on the audience BEFORE they'd even played one song. Krieg followed suit after the first song, which was new for him. Dog, we expect it from. Guitarist Dakota mashed his erection against the strings of his guitar, creating an unholy screech for way too long. Krieg began masturbating, apropos of nothing, at which point Dog rushed up to suck the singer's dick for a while. Krieg brought a lucky(?) boy on stage, pulled his pants down, blew him and rimmed him, only for the boy to ask new bassist Spooge to fuck him on stage. You read that right, Spooge. You also read 'fuck him on stage' correctly. Right there, in front of God and everyone, Spooge had anal intercourse with a fan.

Was that enough antics for one night? Oh no. Dog pissed on his drum set, and then proceeded to kneel on his stool so that Dakota could eat his ass during a drum solo. And I think this was a surprise, but for good measure, Dakota went ahead and fucked Dog. The only one who didn't orgasm was Krieg, but not for lack of trying. His skinny frame is becoming less and less appealing, and the whole scene was just sad.

Gone are the days of anything coy or tongue-in-cheek. Frot is giving you porn now, whether you like it or not. It's clear most of the crowd did still enjoy it, but for how long? It's not even at least sexy like their videos, it's just shambling and rambling and...eesh. Cringy.

You'll notice I didn't really talk about their music in this review. There's a reason. I'm not here to revel in schadenfreude, and I truly hope these boys can get it together. It just seems like they're not going to.

 

[william1]

I am so enjoying these regular instalments again, this is still the best story on here, now got used to the characters again, please keep them coming.

Brian you are such a tease with Ryan and Krieg being within a few feet of each other but not letting them meet on that occasion !!

 

[Brian S]

"Hey." Ian muttered as he walked, fully clothed, into the living room where Zack was setting up.

"Hey." Zack returned, offering a half smile. "Just about all set up here."

"Cool."

"You don't seem...into it. You don't have to do this if you-"

"No, no. I am. I'll do it...I want to do it."

"You just look whiter'n a ghost, man." Zack said, chuckling.

"It's just so...weird. Like so planned rather than just...you know...spontaneous, I guess."

"Yeah." Zack replied, the one word carrying more weight than usual.

"And just...like...not to the point." Ian added.

"What do you mean?" Zack asked.

"Well just like...at camp it was like...let's do this and move on. Get it over with. This is gonna be...extended." Ian said, chuckling a bit from nerves.

"You can still bail, man." Zack offered.

"No, I'm good. I'll be good. Let's just...if you're ready..."

"I'm ready, bro." Zack replied.

The two boys sat side by side on the couch, camera on, beginning their online broadcast. "You gotta just, like, dick around a while until you get an audience." Zack said, to which Ian nodded.

Ian wasn't nervous about jacking off with Zack again - he WANTED to do that. His nerves stemmed more from hoping that he wouldn't play all his cards; wouldn't go too far or seem TOO eager. He was trying to strike the right balance between letting Zack know he was into it, yet not wanting to seem way too into it. What Ian didn't know was that Zack was beyond that:

Ok, so, you're gonna jerk it with Ian...wow, weird. Don't really know why this feels so different than the times at camp, except for what Ian just said. Like we're putting too much on it, not going with the flow. Just gotta relax, we're just tugging off, we've done it before.

Just don't know what the hell I'm gonna do if those guys want us to touch, and they WILL want us to touch. Maybe I shoulda discussed that with Ian, but...it's kinda late for that now. Shit...I'm still putting too much on it, just relax. I just don't know how he feels about touching each other. Like, would he do it for good money? How much would he do for good money? I just don't want him to get the wrong idea about me, cuz...I mean, I'd do some shit. It's not a big deal. Kinda weird thinking that but really, with Ian, I just kinda don't care. Like, I'm down. Man, that's a real mindfuck but it's kinda like, ONLY because it's Ian. Sure ain't feelin' that way about any other dudes.

hornedperv69: oof you're right he is HAWT
str8boyNE: told u

Zack looked at Ian, who looked as nervous as he'd ever seen him. "You ready to do this?"

Ian nodded.

 

[Brian S]

"Hey, man. I just wanted to come by and talk about what happened." Dustin said, taking in the view of Mike's blue briefs - dangling threads, small holes, and loose elastic.

"Come on in. I'm real sorry about what Terri done, I don't know why she snapped like that." Mike explained.

"You don't? She didn't give you any indication?"

"Wull..." Mike started, scratching at his package a bit.

"You can tell me, man. I'm just trying to piece it together."

"Wull it's just like...I don't wanna get no one in trouble, least of all myself."

"I'm here as a friend, Mike. I'm off duty." Dustin reasoned.

"Yeah, but...how do I know that? You're still in your cop's uniform, you could be wearing a wire for all I know. Then I say some shit, and get my ass arrested too." Mike wasn't being combative, but instead was oddly smart, considering. Of course most of that stemmed out of paranoia and a career of being a drug addict.

"If I prove to you that I'm not wearing a wire, can we talk?"

Mike shrugged. "Sure, I guess?"

Dustin unbuttoned his shirt and let it stand open. With that, he lifted his white tank-style undershirt to expose his torso to Mike. He did a turn, showing that he had no wire.

"Satisfied?"

"I dunno, man. I'm sure you get where I'm coming from. Just ain't ever been on the cops' good side, ya know?"

"Well you're on my good side. You don't have any reason to be afraid of me."

"I know you've been real good, for a cop. No offense."

"None taken." Dustin though for a moment, then came up with an idea. "Weird question, but would it help if I took my uniform off entirely?"

Mike laughed, from simply not expecting that question. "And we just gonna talk with you in your undies?"

"To be fair, I don't think I've ever seen you in more than your undies." Dustin pointed out.

Mike chuckled. "Heh. Yeah, good point. I just never know when you might be coming by." Dustin felt that was a weak excuse; Mike certainly could've hopped into some shorts or sweats before answering the door. And the last time, Mike was completely naked and seemed utterly unaware of it.

"What do you say, man? Just a talk, man to man." Dustin asked.

Mike nodded slowly, then said, "Yeah...yeah, that sounds ok to me."

Dustin slipped off his uniform shirt, and kicked off his shoes. After he peeled off his socks, he dropped his pants. Before too long, Dustin was in his white undershirt and teal bikini briefs.

"You uh...you want a beer?" Mike asked, casting a side-eye glance at Dustin.

"Sure. Why not." Dustin replied.

 

[Brian S]

Ian and Zack were both shirtless now, jeans open but still on. Zack was reaching into his pants to massage himself, while Ian gave himself occasional grabs and gropes through his jeans.

Zack finally stood, slowly lowering his pants for the camera. The erection in his red, soft cotton boxers was evident as it tented and wagged behind the thin material. Before too long, Zack was in just his boxers, and he sat back down beside Ian. Zack's balls were on partial display for the horny audience, and Ian kept casting sideways glances at Zack's tent. His roomie would grab himself, wagging his erection from behind his boxers, and Ian couldn't help but notice the slight wet spot that had formed on the cotton at the end of Zack's head. He watched Zack handle himself, not quite stroking it through the underwear, but nearly. Ian let his eyes trace upward, taking in the sight of Zack's abs, then his pecs. At once, they made an accidental eye contact, Zack smirking but Ian blushing as he looked away quickly.

Nervous as all fuck, Ian stood to remove his pants as well. Zack watched a little more openly than Ian had, seeing Ian's stiff bulge as it came into view. The package of his grey Hanes boxerbriefs was full as Ian's cock strained against it from the inside. The lightly-colored material showed Ian's own wet spot, larger than Zack's. Ian caught Zack looking, but Zack didn't avert his eyes as Ian had done. Instead, they shared an awkward but friendly smile, and Ian sat back down.

Tips were coming in and conversation was flowing. There were several men communicating with the two boys, and so far, nobody had yet suggested that they should touch each other. Ian and Zack both felt that was probably coming, though. Both boys were trying to figure out how to seem open to it yet not too eager to do it, lest the other think that they were "too gay".

Zack had to piss, so he got up, leaving Ian to fend for himself. Those few minutes where Ian was alone were daunting to him. He wasn't ready to carry the show, no matter how short a time it might be.

hornedperv69: ur roomie's hot, huh?
str8boyNE: yah he's hot
hornedperv69: u both got hot bulges
str8boyNE: thank u!

Zack returned quickly, not wanting to be away for too long. He was no longer hard but partially stiff, and he sat on the couch again to massage his dick through his boxers.

"Aw you think I'm hot?" Zack asked Ian, nudging him a bit.

"Whatever. You say that about me too."

The two chuckled a little and it became apparent that Zack had sat closer than before. Once he opened his legs wider, the boys' knees touched. Neither of them wanted to do anything about it, partially because they were fine with it, and partially because they didn't want the other to think they were being uptight. And so, they sat there rubbing themselves as their legs touched. Ian continued to cast quick glances to Ian's crotch, while Zack stole longer, more brazen looks at Ian's. He couldn't help but notice Ian's wet spot was growing.

 

[Brian S]

"So you don't really want to do meth anymore?" Dustin asked, the two underwear-clad men in mid-conversation.

"Nah, not really. I mean...who WANTS to be an addict?" Mike answered, chuckling.

"Fair enough. I've long had a theory, but I don't know if it's true."

"What's that?"

"That maybe Terri introduced it to you." Dustin hazarded.

"Wull, promote this guy to detective!" Mike laughed. "Seriously though, yah she did. We met and started dating. I didn't know for a long time, guess I was just stupid or blind. But when I found out she let me try it."

"Why didn't you leave her?" Dustin asked.

"Wull, I already wasn't what you'd call an outstanding citizen, I just never fucked with meth before. Plus I loved her. But I never got to where she is. Never got in that deep. I know dependin' on who you talk to, once is too deep. But...I dunno..." Mike trailed off.

"I understand, man." Dustin said, looking across the room at Mike's ball bulge. His legs were open, the elastic loose. Occasionally, a ball would make a slight appearance. "I could always tell you weren't...as far along...as she was."

"Yeah, well you were right." Mike admitted.

"So...about why she did what she did..."

Mike shrugged. "I dunno, man. Like...meth, ya know?" Mike laughed.

"Yeah. I know it's unpredictable, but...you guys always seemed relatively calm. Chill. Cooperative and friendly, even. The noise complaints weren't even that big of a deal. It just seemed so sudden." Dustin explained. To be honest, Dustin didn't much care WHY Terri had flipped out; he just used that as an excuse to get closer to Mike now that she was out of the picture. Dustin adjusted his cock and balls through his underwear in only a slightly exaggerated way - enough to get Mike's visual attention, but not so much as to be suspicious.

"She didn't give you no reason as to why she was aiming a shotgun at ya? Or why she made you get nekkid?" Mike asked.

"No, not really. She said I had some answering to do, but that didn't make much sense. None of it really did."

"Huh. Wull, wish I could be of more help to ya." Mike shrugged. His paranoia was creeping back in. He didn't give two shits about hanging out in his underwear with another guy; it was all on the fact that that guy was a cop. No matter how friendly Dustin was, and how much he tried to assuage Mike's fears, Mike had a long history of not trusting the police. "Wull, I better get to bed." Mike said, standing up.

"Oh. Uh, sure. Same here." Dustin lied. Internally, he was cursing. He wanted to stay longer. Wanted to fuck around with Mike, though he didn't even know if that was a possibility. It's just that something about Mike made Dustin doubt the man was completely straight. He certainly couldn't put his finger on it exactly, but his willingness to hang out in underwear and the fact that he was naked the last time Dustin checked on them seemed to speak volumes to Dustin. He just couldn't be sure if it was only the meth talking. He knew that doing meth lent itself to unpredictability and instability, but at the same time, Dustin just had a slight gut feeling about Mike.

Dustin stood to, begrudgingly, pull on his pants. He thanked Mike for the conversation as he got dressed, and said he didn't want to let any negative actions by Terri affect how they interacted. Before he left, Dustin said, "Let's hang out again sometime."

"Uh...yeah, maybe. Sure." Mike said, in a completely non-committal way. It wasn't that Mike was opposed to the idea in general, but again, it was because Dustin was a cop. He felt they were like oil and water; no way would they ever have anything in common. In fact, it would be Dustin's job to arrest him if he found out too much.

 

[Adam-reborn]

I can't believe I got to watch Krieg fuck a woman! He must be bisexual. It was pretty intense, looked like he was real into it. He was fucking her pretty hard and obviously pleasing her. If I'm honest, pleasing her in a way I've probably never pleased a woman. I'll admit, I jerked off watching it. Course, that ain't nothing new at this point! It was like watching a porno, just real life. I wonder what it's like to wield a cock like that. Something that big. I bet she had the time of her life!

I didn't aim to, but I came about the same time he did. I started to cum in my lap and I saw his intense face as he started to cum too. Kinda fun cumming at the same time if I'm being honest. Part of me's thinkin' how cool it would have been to spit roast her. But then I think about how much Krieg would have outdone me. Still, wouldn't have minded being in her mouth while he was getting at her from behind. Maybe even take a turn after him. About the only way I could ever score a girl like that is if he was involved. He'd be the main attraction, I'd be the other dick in the room. So be it. I could live with that. As long as I got some pussy out of the deal!

Damn, I need to get laid. About any woman's looking good to me these days, and I'm watching a fucking guy jack off just to have something to look at. Something real, and not just porn. Had my fill of porn anymore. Guess I'd rather have a real experience than sit in my chair watching a porno again, even if it's just seeing a dude jerk it. I mean, there's worse things to look at. Worse things I could be doing any given night. Honestly, watching him jack off has been weirdly...beneficial? Can't really think of the word I'm trying to say. Just feel like my mind's opened a little, and I'm having fun with it. Ain't really much of an issue for me to watch him at all; that's different than, you know, wanting to have sex with him or something.

Anyway after I came I wiped up with a towel in my room. I needed a cigarette bad, and decided I'd just go stand on my deck naked. Shit, it was 2 AM and can't nobody see me other than Krieg anyway, and he was busy entertaining. I grabbed my open beer and my smokes, and went out back. Man, feeling that warm summer air on my body is sure nice! Never thought I'd be so comfortable doing something like this, but I'm glad I've figured it out!

But while I was standing out there on my deck, I heard Krieg's back door. It makes a distinct sound that I've gotten used to. I peeked around the corner, and there he was, standing out behind his door, buck-ass nekkid too. Lighting up a cig. Only then did I hear a car start up out front. Must have been the girl leaving. Damn, he must have really shooed her out the door! Here I thought I was being careful in peeking around the corner, but Krieg saw me! He came sauntering over, in his birthday suit!

"Hey man." he said to me.

"Hi." I replied. I was nervous for some reason.

"Looks like we had the same idea!"

"W-what's that?" I asked, lamely.

"Standing out back naked for a smoke." He laughed when he said that, and a light bulb went off in my head.

"Ohhh! Yeah. Yeah, that." I said. "Well I figured you were probably in bed or something." I added.

"Same, man. Oh well. Not like I ain't seen a dick before!" he said, laughing a little. Every time he laughed, his dick wobbled.

"Yeah. Yeah..." I said.

"You okay, man?" he asked me.

"Oh! Yeah, just tired." I said. In truth I was thinking about how I had been watching him jack off for God knows how long now. Watching him play with his own butt. Course also having just watched him fuck that girl. Seeing him naked wasn't the surprise it should have been since I'd been seeing him naked for weeks now. Maybe I should have reacted a little more to seeing him naked just now.

"Yeah I'm pretty exhausted myself." Krieg said, laughing. He had no idea that I knew why he was so exhausted. "Whatcha been up to tonight?" he asked.

"Oh, just...watchin' some stuff."

"Anything good?"

"Yeah. Yeah, real good." I said, feeling so naughty that I knew what I was talking about, but he didn't.

"Cool." he said, taking a drag off his smoke. God, he's just so effortlessly cool. He steered the conversation back to our nudity. "Can't believe you're standing out here naked, man."

"Oh...why? Is it bothering you?" I asked.

"Obviously not." he said, laughing again. "I just meant it's funny that we had the same thought, and I'm a little surprised you're doing it. Didn't peg you as that kind of guy."

"Oh, I'm normally not. But I guess I'm loosening up some. Plus, like I said, nobody can see me but you and I figured you were in bed."

"I see. Well I don't know if you've been able to tell, but I like being naked a lot." Krieg said.

I chuckled. "Well, honestly, I've caught a couple glimpses here and there. I mean, you don't have any curtains or anything so it's hard not to notice occasionally. But it's okay. I like being naked too I guess you could say."

"Cool. I'm glad I have a casual neighbor. Some guys would freak out, but you sure don't."

"Eh. It's totally fine. I don't mind one way or the other."

"Awesome. Well, have a good night, man. And get some sleep!" Krieg said, just before he walked back across the driveway to his door.

"I will, you too." I said. Admittedly, I kinda looked at his butt a little bit. Just cuz, I guess.

Loving it

 

[Brian S]

hornedperv69: u guys should touch eachother's bulges
hornedperv69: *tipped*

Ian chuckled nervously, while Zack outright laughed. "Whatcha think?" Zack asked. Ian didn't have time to respond before a second guy tossed out a tip. Then a third.

"Jesus, they really wanna see that." Ian muttered.

"I mean, I guess I'm down." Zack said, shrugging. "We could set a goal."

"What's that?"

"We could say, like, 100 tokens and we'll do it."

"Oh, I see. I mean...yeah, ok. At least we'll know we're getting paid first."

str8boyNE: 100 tokens, we'll grope each other

Zack and Ian sat back, side by side, their legs touching. Each of them were rubbing their own aching cocks through their underwear. Ian's wet spot had grown considerably. They thought they'd have some time to work up to the idea, but between their paying viewers, they reached 100 tokens in no time.

"Wow. Shit." Ian chuckled.

"That was fast." Zack laughed. "I mean...we said we would..."

"Yeah." Ian replied, softly.

The two sat there momentarily, until Zack finally said, "Well...I can go first. I'm the one that roped you into this." Zack slowly reached over, first placing his hand on Ian's thigh. His palm felt cotton; his fingers felt Ian's bare leg as they stuck past the end of his boxerbriefs. Zack scrunched his fingers some, the sensation of Ian's leg hair on his fingertips. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, but so was Ian's. Soon enough, Zack slid his hand further, the side of his palm nudging Ian's solid tent. At that point, it became only slightly easier, and Zack slid his hand fully onto Ian's bulge. Zack's palm was rubbing the underside of Ian's cock, through his underwear, and his fingers were aimed downward, touching Ian's ball bulge. He again scrunched his fingers a little, feeling the distinct line between Ian's two balls.

"Jesus, it's fuckin' wet." Zack laughed.

"Sorry." Ian chuckled.

Zack finally moved his hand up, his index finger lightly gliding against the underside of Ian's erection. He repositioned his palm around the mound of wet cotton with Ian's cock inside it, and began tugging and massaging.

hornedperv69: HOOTTTT does that feel good?
str8boyNE: it feels REALLY goooood

Ian sat back from typing that and looked over at Zack, who was looking at him. "What? I mean...like, it does."

Ian rested his hand on Zack's bare thigh, knowing it was his turn now. Zack's skin was surprisingly soft to the touch, and he found that the leg hair didn't really bother him. Without looking much, Ian slid his hand slowly upward. Zack's thigh felt warm and inviting. As he inched his fingers closer, he inadvertently went up Zack's boxer leg. Before he knew it, his fingertips were touching Zack's balls lightly. It took him a second to notice, at which point he moved his hand quickly. "Sorry, bro." Ian chuckled.

"It's really fine, dude." Zack said, taking mental note of how Ian's cock had swelled from inside his dampened underwear when Ian had touched his balls.

Ian came in from the side with his hand wide open. He felt the strained red cotton first, then the solid mass of Zack's cock inside that cotton next. He scooped it up between his thumb and forefinger, and then closed his other fingers around it. He felt it swell. He began to slowly massage it, stroke it, his thumb gliding slowly past Zack's head and down again. Zack's cock swelled again, before letting out some precum. His underwear hadn't been nearly as damp as Ian's, and this addition of precum was noticeable.

The two sat there, giving each other nervous handjobs through each other's underwear. "It's not so bad." Zack said.

"No, not bad. Not bad at all." Ian shrugged, still trying to play it cool.

 

[Brian S]

The scene was slightly tense, but that's what the audience was feeding off of. It's easy for so many men to pretend to be straight on the cam site, or just list their sexuality as straight. But with Zack and Ian, the lustful audience could tell they had struck gold - two actual straight boys, willing to make a quick buck.

"You always have this much?" Zack asked, rubbing his fingertip over Ian's wet underwear, at the end of Ian's head.

"Well I've been jerking a while." Ian pointed out.

"That's fair. Just looking at it, it looks like maybe you went already." Zack laughed.

"No, not yet. But...we might have to take a break on this." Ian said.

"Yeah, same." Zack agreed.

The two retracted their hands and proceeded to hang out and chat with guys and do whatever, in their tented underwear. Ian got up to refill their waters, and on his return, the copious amounts of precum became even more evident to Zack. "Show 'em your precum." he said.

Ian set the waters down and aimed his hard bulge at the camera. He vaguely handled his dick, not too much for fear of shooting off right then and there. He turned sideways, he humped the air. Gave the guys a little show. They let their dicks rest for a while, during which time Zack teased the camera with his ass. He'd lower his boxers a bit in the back, showing off a few inches of his crack and cheeks, only to raise it again. He did that a few times until he got his ass fully out.

Zack went ahead and bent over for the camera, and in a move that surprised them both, Ian lurched forward to slap Zack's ass. Zack laughed and Ian repeated that move a few times, the slapping noise not only permeating their living room but also the ears of horny gay men all over the world.

Zack stood back upright and pulled his boxers up as well. Ian stood and the two sort of humped the air for the camera; letting their partially-hard dicks flop and bounce.

hornedperv69: put ur bulges together
hornedperv69: *tipped*

Zack looked at Ian and Ian shrugged, so the two faced one another, hips jutted forward. They inched closer and closer together, their slight tents closing the gap between them. Ian's wet, grey bulge maneuvered closer to Zack's red tent and soon enough - contact. Zack began to gyrate, humping his bulge against Ian's. The camera couldn't see much above their stomachs, so the audience didn't know the two boys were nearly about to giggle.

The thing was, each of them could feel their cocks growing again, slowly returning to their hard states after the slight break they gave them. Soon enough, they were hard. Zack's cock raged against the sole button on his boxers, and Ian could even see a hint of Zack's head peeking through. They got into it, pushing their hard cocks together, only a couple of thin layers of cotton separating them.

Ian reached down to cup both of Zack's ass cheeks, partially for stability and partially because he just wanted to. He was starting to see just how intoxicating it all was, and he was seriously horny to boot. Zack did the same, only he slid his hand DOWN the back of Ian's boxerbriefs, cupping bare ass. The two undulated their bulges together, two wet dicks straining against their underwear prison. A man in Kentucky came.

The two giggled, and saw some tips rolling in. Someone suggested the two take each other's underwear off, and then tipped. That was followed by even more tips.

"Well, can't disappoint them, right?" Ian asked a smiling Zack.