Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[laptoper]

Such an enjoyable sight to see all the new chapters awaiting my bated reading. Cheers dude. Appreciation always!

 

[Dean1931]

"Fuck, bro, your briefs are wet." Zack said, rubbing Ian's bulge.

"I know. I get a lot of precum." Ian chuckled, massaging Zack's hard cock through his white briefs. "You get some too." He added, rubbing his finger delicately over the wet spot at the end of Zack's head.

"Not as much as you, dude. I wish I got that much."

"You do?"

"Yeah, it's...like...kinda hot? In a way? Not that I'm..."

"It's ok, dude. It IS kinda hot." Ian chuckled.

As the tips came in, Zack slid his hand inside of Ian's waistband. He gripped Ian's hard cock and tugged on it, feeling the dampened cotton against his skin.

"Fuck yeahhhh..." Ian moaned. "Can I be honest?"

"Got your cock in my hand, man, I think you can tell me anything." Zack chuckled.

"Literally the best handjobs I've ever had."

"Get outta here." Zack chuckled.

"Serious. I've had a lotta girls play with my dick..." Ian moaned.

"Well, girls don't have a dick, so...I know how to play with my own." Zack reasoned.

"You really know how to turn me on..." Ian panted, his cock releasing more precum. Ian slid his hand into Zack's underwear, taking hold of his buddy's rock hard cock.

"Same, man..." Zack panted, his dick swelling in Ian's hand. "I don't...you know...MEAN anything by this, but...fuck, you play with my dick so well."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just the way you do it, man..."

"Guess we've had a lot of practice with jerking it." Ian chuckled.

"Yeah...not to be weird or nothing, but...doesn't it seem like more than that?"

"What do you mean, bro?" Ian asked.

"Well, it's like...I mean...anybody can jack a dick. But it's like...I dunno...you're comin' at it from a different angle or something?"

"Yeah...I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Oh yeah. I think it's cuz we're, like, such good friends, ya know? It's kinda like...like, it's ok to touch you like this, ya know? Cool that we can...I guess...like...in a weird way it's cool to like...make you happy, or whatever."

"Nah, yeah I know what you mean." Zack agreed.

Several minutes later, Ian and Zack were naked, standing in front of the camera, wagging their boners for their horny viewers. As if they had the same idea at the same time, the two turned to sword fight a bit. They pivoted their hips, lightly bapping the shafts of their cocks together, completely unprompted. Soon enough, they pushed their hips together and began to dry hump one another. Their hard cocks slid against each other, against one another's bodies. Ian reached behind Zack to grope his ass, once again partially for stability and partially because he wanted to.

The tips came rolling in as these two straight boys pressed their cocks together. "Weird doing this without a pussy around them." Ian chuckled.

"Yeah...fun though." Zack chuckled.

"Yeah, fun." Ian agreed.

"You DO have a nice dick." Zack said.

"Yours is better." Ian replied.

The two kept humping against each other for a bit longer. Zack could feel Ian's precum oozing out onto his skin, into his expertly trimmed pubes. And as they were about to break and sit down, the two parted slowly, their cocks sliding against one another. Ian's dripped a little onto Zack's; something they both noticed.

I'm liking where this is going!!

 

[Brian S]

By Zack's hand, Ian came as hard as he ever had. It felt like his cock and balls were shuddering, vibrating as his dick spurted his load everywhere. His moans filled the living room as he lost himself completely to his orgasm, given to him by his best friend. His hips bucked upward, almost involuntarily, his eyes shut but his mouth open.

Zack felt the not-insignificant amount of Ian's cum splashing against him. Ian had hit Zack's thigh, Zack's balls, and Zack's cock. He kept pumping his best buddy's hard cock, deeply thrilled to have pleased him so. He could feel the dick pulsing in his hand, which was now covered in Ian's load. He watched Ian, enraptured at the sights and sounds of the obviously fantastic orgasm.

Ian felt tingles, ripples, emanating from his groin outward. Zack's hand kept shuffling even beyond Ian's spurts, and suddenly Ian shook hard and let out a loud moan, bringing his hand down on Zack's forearm to stop the jacking motion. He smiled as he opened his eyes, first seeing Zack's beaming face.

"Fuuuuuuck." Ian panted. His slightly hairy chest heaved with each breath, cum rolling down it.

"That was fuckin' nuts." Zack smiled.

"That felt so good." Ian said, nearly in a whisper, between deep breaths.

"That was hot, dude. You shot me in the dick." Zack chuckled.

"Did I? Sorry bro." Ian chuckled.

"Nah, don't be sorry. It's cool. I mean...the Kassie thing..." Zack reasoned.

"Yeah." Ian panted. He looked down at his throbbing cock, still encased in Zack's fist. The head peaked out of his buddy's hand, reddened and sticky with cum.

Finally, Ian turned slightly so that he could use his right hand on Zack's cock. He grabbed it and began to stroke.

"Oof, I really DID cum on your dick. A lot." Ian laughed.

"Yeah you did." Zack said, moaning from the pleasure he was receiving.

Ian faced Zack on the couch, sitting on his drawn-up left leg; his right foot on the floor. Zack placed his hand on Ian's right thigh, and he couldn't tell if there was cum there already or if he'd put it there via his hand. He gripped the hairy thigh tightly as he felt Ian's hand sliding up and down his cock, quickly.

"You have a great dick, dude." Ian said, casually.

"Thanks. So do...ungh...so do you." Zack moaned.

Ian kept stroking his buddy, stopping only momentarily to fondle Zack's balls. It wasn't long before Zack's cock was producing some precum, which rolled off his head and over Ian's hand.

"I'm gettin' close, dude." Zack panted.

"Yeah? I wanna make you cum." Ian said. He squeezed and manipulated Zack's throbbing cock, allowing himself to feel completely and utterly turned on by playing with it. He could tell when Zack was close. His balls tightened a bit, and the throbbing in Zack's cock gave it away. So did Zack's face, scrunched in pleasure.

All at once, Ian touched Zack's pert nipple. He placed his forefinger and thumb on either side of it and gave it a slight squeeze. It wasn't too hard, but it was unprompted. Ian had recalled Zack saying he liked his nipples played with, and he automatically ran with it despite surprising himself with the idea.

"Oh, fuck!" Zack yelped, as his cock began to erupt. The very first spurt went hardly anywhere, splattering down into Zack's pubic hair. But the subsequent shots took flight, hitting Zack in the face and neck, on his chest, onto the hand Ian was using to play with his nipple.

Zack too had a tremendous orgasm, shooting against Ian's chest and stomach, as well as his own. He too reared his hips up in ecstasy and moaned so loudly that Ian was almost sure the neighbors heard. Ian kept shuffling his hand, working out every last drop of Zack's cum. It began to roll down his hand as his orgasm died down, and he felt Zack's cock twitching and pulsing before Zack's whole body did the same.

"Fuuuuuuuck." Zack moaned, echoing Ian's previous, post-orgasm statement. Ian stopped jerking but left his hand around Zack's cock. Truth be told, he didn't really want to let it go.

"We're a mess." Ian chuckled.

"Understatement." Zack laughed, panting. Ian watched Zack's heaving chest, his buddy's load slowly streaming down it. "Dude, the nipple thing."

"Too much?" Ian asked.

"Nah, man. It was...perfect."

The two vaguely wiped up, but were so covered in cum that they decided to take showers. Ian went first, with Zack waiting in the bathroom. Ian left the water on, and Zack climbed in while Ian began to dry off. They were each talking a mile a minute, something they weren't so used to post-orgasm. Truth be told, they found it exciting, exhilarating. This was so new. This feeling they had but couldn't define. They verbally replayed their orgasms, eagerly talking about how good they felt; amazed at how hard they both shot.

Later, before bed, Zack came into Ian's room. The two were still naked, of course, and Zack watched as his buddy arranged his pillows and blankets. There was something oddly serene and domestic about the sight.

"Hey man...I don't wanna sound too cheesy or...you know, whatever, but...I had a great time tonight." Zack said.

"No worries, man. I did too." Ian said, smiling as he stood upright from arranging his bed.

"Seems kinda weird to say, but there's no way I'd be doing any of this with anyone but you." Zack added.

"Oh, for sure, man. I totally agree. Like, we're man enough to be comfy with it." Ian shrugged.

"Exactly. Like it doesn't have to be all..." Zack said, trailing off.

Ian understood the sentiment. "For sure." he said.

"Hug?" Zack asked, arms outstretched. Ian smiled and nodded, and the two took a few steps to close the gap between them. Zack wrapped his arms around his buddy, as they embraced cheek to cheek. Their chests pressed against one another, and their dicks touched as well. It was an awkwardly erotic embrace for the both of them, and neither of them really wanted it to end. They felt each other's bodies, each other's warmth. There was something weirdly intoxicating about it, and both of them knew it.

The skin to skin hug lasted slightly too long. As they slowly pulled apart from one another, each of them could tell that the other was ever-so-slightly chubbed. Their cocks were far from hard, but they knew what each other looked like completely flaccid, and knew that they definitely weren't.

"Right...well, good night, man." Zack said, smiling as he slowly inched backwards towards Ian's door.

"Good night." Ian replied, doing the same only towards his bed. As Zack turned to leave, Ian threw out another statement. "Let's do another show tomorrow?"

Zack paused, his already big smile widening and he said, "Fuck yeah."

 

[Brian S]

Ryan awoke with a sleeping Kade on his arm. He'd let the boy spend the night. He slid his bicep out from under Kade's head, slowly, so as not to disturb him. Naked, Ryan left his bedroom and began his descent downstairs. His already partially-hard cock jiggled and flopped with each step, eventually bouncing itself into a slightly fuller erection.

Once coffee was made, Ryan stepped out back to light a smoke. The sun greeted his erection, and Ryan stretched, yawning a bit. With a cigarette, he stood, leaning against his own railing. As he enjoyed the morning sun, he contemplated Kade's ass and how he'd been inside it some hours prior. There was no doubt that the boy had a fantastic, tight, virtually unused ass. In fact, Kade had made a somewhat startling revelation the night before; that Ryan was still the only man to have fucked him. Kade hadn't even tried to hook up with anyone else. He hadn't sought out anyone, let alone someone more...age appropriate.

Ryan didn't know what to do with that information. At once, he was proud of himself for showing the boy the ropes, but at the same time, Kade seemed too dependent on him. It was only the third time they'd fucked, but Ryan could see the signs of infatuation in Kade. And the simple fact that Kade hadn't even tried to find anyone else even for blowjobs told Ryan that maybe Kade was too into him.

The boy had said he liked older men, and Ryan was forced to consider himself "an older man" now. To Kade, he was, even though Ryan was merely in his 30's.

Ryan's cock waned enough to allow Ryan to take a piss off his deck. He did so non-chalantly, casually, as he had done hundreds of times before. He barely even held himself; he simply jutted his cock between the balusters and let loose. He moaned with the type of pleasure that a really good piss could bring, amplified by the fact that he was outside. Once done, Ryan returned to his table where he stamped out his first cigarette and immediately lit another.

As Ryan stood there naked, lost in thought, it wasn't long before Kade sleepily joined him on the deck. The boy's hair was mussed, eyes half shut. He'd pulled on his impossibly small briefs before stepping outside. Ryan found him to be a perfect contradiction - at once boyish and cute, yet also seemingly engineered for sex.

"Morning." Ryan said politely as the boy stepped out into the sun, wincing a bit.

"Morning." Kade murmured in response. He shuffled towards Ryan to give the man a large hug. Kade nestled his cheek against Ryan's chest hair, and the embrace was both loving and erotic at the same time. This only fueled Ryan's fears that Kade was becoming too reliant on him. He liked the boy, and he certainly wanted to continue fucking him. However, Ryan also wanted Kade to have his own experiences with other men; he didn't want to be the sole outlet for Kade's sexual release. Moreover, he hoped the boy wasn't becoming too attached.

Still, Ryan's cock began to stiffen against Kade's body. It wasn't long before Kade sunk to his knees and began to blow Ryan, right there on the deck in broad daylight.

I could get used to this, though. I'm at an all-time sexual high, and this boy's 18 year old cock gets hard at the drop of a hat. He's a horny little fucker, and so am I. Maybe this ain't so bad...

 

[Brian S]

Ian wandered out of his bedroom, buck naked and hard as hell. As he ambled toward the kitchen on slightly unsure legs, he scratched his pubes and rubbed his eyes. Opening them fully, he saw Zack was already up and making coffee. Also nude, of course.

"Well good morning, sailor!" Zack teased. As if on autopilot, Zack reached down and ever so lightly batted Ian's cock, just once, from the side. It was a small, short, but important gesture. Zack touched Ian's dick outside of a cam show. Neither of them said anything about it, they simply began to silently, mentally process it.

"Morning." Ian said, giggling a bit at Zack's touch. As if to drive some sort of point home, Ian swatted Zack on the ass once, causing Zack to chuckle.

The two stood in their kitchen, naked, both leaned against the counter as they waited for the coffee to brew. Zack immediately started talking about a cam show.

"Know what I think we should do? Bust out that torso toy thing." Zack suggested.

Ian nodded and said "Aight."

"We could take turns fuckin' it." Zack added, stating the obvious.

"Think we shoulda got a boy one?" Ian asked.

"What? Why?" Zack quickly responded.

"I dunno. It's rubber either way so it's not like...you know...it's a REAL boy. Just thought maybe it could be like, hotter for the guys watching us." Ian shrugged.

"Maybe, yeah. Except, the illusion is that we're straight, so of course we'd have a female one." Zack reasoned.

"Illusion? I don't know what YOU'RE talking about, anything you need to tell me, man?" Ian teased.

"You know what I mean, dude." Zack chuckled.

"Nah, nah, you said illusion. You need to come out to me or something?" Ian asked.

"Says the guy standing here with a fuckin' boner." Zack laughed.

Ian pivoted his hips to make his cock wag to and fro, and said, "I thought you liked it? You grabbed it just now."

"I didn't GRAB it." Zack laughed, adding, "I batted it. Plus it ain't like I ain't grabbed it in the last few days."

"Oh, so you DO like it." Ian teased.

Zack rolled his eyes, laughing a bit as he turned around to get some coffee. Ian approached Zack and nudged his hard cock against Zack's hip, in an overblown, "funny" way.

"What are you doing, dude?" Zack asked, laughing about it.

"Just thought you might wanna grab it again." Ian shrugged.

"Well it ain't like I'm afraid to." Zack laughed, reaching down to wrap his hand around Ian's cock. "See? No big deal, bro."

Ian pushed forward and then pulled back with his hips, effectively fucking Zack's fist a couple of times.

"Dude!" Zack laughed, letting go of Ian's cock. "Fuckin' perv." he teased, lightly backhanding Ian's chest.

The two laughed hard, and it was all fun and games. Except deep down Ian wanted Zack to continue. He wanted a handjob from his buddy. Zack too wanted to keep going, but at the same time, the cameras weren't rolling. There was no reason to give Ian a handjob, aside from wanting to.

As they got their coffee, Ian couldn't help but notice that Zack's cock had swelled to about half hard. "What's this?" Ian teased, lurching forward to grab Zack's semi for a bit.

"I dunno. Shit happens?" Zack reasoned.

"Only after you groped mine..." Ian teased.

"Oh you wish." Zack laughed.

The two retreated to the living room where Ian sat in the chair and Zack plopped down on the couch. Both their cocks were now hard, jutting up from their respective laps. They sat silently, having some coffee to wake up, yet their minds were both whirring. Both of them thought, in their own ways, about how fun it could be if their...playtime...spilled over into real life, outside of the construct of a cam show.

...I mean, we're already jerkin' each other off, Zack thought, so what difference would it make if we did it when the camera wasn't rolling? Sure beats jerkin' myself off. Ain't nothing wrong with it if we admit it and accept it for what it is, right? Just fuckin' helping each other out, right? Something about it's just...I dunno...more fun? I trust him, he trusts me...ain't no shame in making my best bro happy...

Ian was having his own, similar thoughts. I just like it, and who cares? We give each other great fucking orgasms, much better than jacking off alone. I've never cum like that...not by myself, not with a girl...I mean fuck, it's not hurting anyone. And if it feels good, why not go for it?

"I think we should have a cam show, like, soon." Zack said.

"Agreed. Like shower quick, put some clothes on, and get to it?" Ian suggested, to which Zack nodded.

 

[undrwrtop]

I’ve said this before, a few times now actually lol, but keep it going bud. Each story line gets me going every time

 

[Brian S]

Ryan had sent Kade inside to quickly grab lube and a rubber. Upon the boy's return, Ryan peeled his underwear down, the fresh 18 year old cock springing out before him. He caught it with his mouth before it had a chance to settle, and Ryan began sucking Kade's dick as he continued to remove those briefs.

It didn't last long, however, before Ryan stood and leaned Kade against the railing to his deck. "Rubber?" Ryan asked.

"I...I didn't grab one." Kade responded, looking slightly over his shoulder.

"Why not?"

"I...I don't want you to use one."

"Kade." Ryan chided, sounding like a dad.

"You already didn't once, and...you haven't been with anyone else."

"That's not really how that works." Ryan pointed out.

"I know. But I trust you."

Ryan knew he could be trusted in that regard, but he was afraid of sending the wrong message to the boy. Still, he was thinking with his cock too much, and so he lubed them both; his dick and Kade's ass.

Holding one of Kade's small hips and his cock with the other hand, Ryan guided himself to Kade. Against him. Inside him. Kade gasped with pleasure as Ryan's head pushed its way inside his ass. Ryan moaned as he slid himself fully into Kade.

I know I don't have a huge cock or anything, but goddamn this boy can take it. What a hot fucking bottom he is. Perfect little ass...so tight, so perky, so eager...the kid needs hardly any warm-up...and that's how you know he's a good bottom. Ryan chuckled internally as he gripped Kade's hips and began to thrust. Kade whimpered with pleasure as Ryan grunted.

They weren't discreet whatsoever; buck naked, fucking on the deck in broad daylight. Ryan knew the only people who could possibly see would be the gay couple next door, and he knew they wouldn't mind. Though Ryan did also take a thrill from the idea of being caught. He thought back to Krieg's dad, and even that city worker whose name he couldn't recall anymore. He oddly hoped to be caught, fucking this hot, young boy. In a weird way, he wanted to show off that he could catch such a cute bottom. It'd be great if one of the neighbors saw, though in a slightly twisted thought, he hoped a burly, hot straight man would come walking up the driveway. Of course, nobody did.

"Fuck...your ass is...fucking amazing." Ryan grunted between hard thrusts.

All Kade could offer as a response was his lustful whining. He looked out over Ryan's back yard, horny over the fact that he was getting fucked outside. Ryan was certainly horny about it too. The sun beat down on Kade's smooth, unmarred back. His skin practically glistened as his back shifted and undulated with each aggressive thrust.

"Unnnhhh...fuck me, fuck me!" Kade whined, something that turned Ryan on to no end. Whenever a bottom started to beg for it like that, Ryan could swear his cock got harder. He pulled the boy's hips to him with each thrust, and Ryan began to look around, taking in his outdoor surroundings.

"Unnh, fuck! I'm fucking you outside." Ryan growled in a low voice. Then, as if taken over by a lustful spirit, Ryan hollered loudly, "I'm fucking this boy outside!" It surprised both himself and Kade, but turned them both on in equal measure as Ryan's voice echoed off houses and drifted off into the neighborhood. "God, you're so fucking hot. And young. And you have such a great fucking ass." Ryan growled, somehow fucking even harder.

It wasn't much longer before Ryan was close. He reached around to stroke Kade's cock, hard and dripping with precum. He kept thrusting, hoping to get Kade off first, but that wasn't in the cards. "I'm gonna nut!" Ryan exclaimed, and a millisecond passed before he actually did. He let go of Kade's cock in order to hold the boy at both hips. Pushing forward hard, he jutted the boy forward some, unloading into the tight ass. Ryan growled and grunted, pushing as hard as he could against the downy ass. He found himself on his tip toes practically, and his legs shuddered as his cock spent itself inside the boy.

"Fuuuuck." Ryan groaned. Immediately he reached around again to jerk Kade, leaving his own throbbing cock inside his ass. Kade whined, whimpered, and began to shoot soon. His cum sprayed out into the grass, and Ryan could feel his ass clamping down around his cock with each of the boy's shots. Ryan knew that sensation would have made him cum if he hadn't just. Somehow, the boy was impossibly tight, yet so easy to get into. And when he came, his tiny little ass clenched even tighter.

Soon enough, Kade was spent as well. The two stayed in that position, with Ryan's cock up his ass, for a short time. They panted, basking in their outdoor afterglow. Ryan eventually pulled out, his cock now roughly half hard. He stood upright, stretching a bit, getting his legs about him, and then he took the few steps to his table to light a cigarette.

Meanwhile, Kade turned around, pure delirium written across his face; his throbbing cock still raging hard.

"You are one hot little fucker." Ryan said, smiling.

"You're the hot one." Kade replied, grinning from ear to ear. "You fuck me so good. And it's so hot when you cum in me."

"Yeah...about that..." Ryan started, inhaling on his cigarette.

"What?" Kade asked.

Ryan sat in a chair and said, "This is fun, and this is great. But I need you to know that...when you have sex with other boys, other men, you need to wear a condom."

Kade smiled and took a few steps toward Ryan. He stood with Ryan's right leg between his own, feeling the hair of Ryan's thigh on his thighs. He bent down, placing a hand gingerly on Ryan's still-heaving, sweaty, hairy chest and he gave Ryan a kiss. "I like that you're concerned about me." he said softly before kissing Ryan again. For a few moments, the two simply kissed, and Ryan reached back to grope Kade's ass cheek. The kissing was urgent, yet sensual. Ryan felt the boy's soft lips against his own, their tongues meeting slightly in the middle. Kade enjoyed the feeling of Ryan's chest hair on his fingertips. Ryan was everything Kade wanted; a hot, older daddy type who could fuck hard yet was sensitive.

Kade pulled back slightly, vaguely sitting on Ryan's leg. He traced one of Ryan's nipples with his fingertip and continued what he had started to say, Ryan unaware that there was going to be more to Kade's statement.

"But...I don't really plan on having sex with anyone else." Kade leaned in for another kiss, his still fairly hard cock and his balls sliding up Ryan's thigh. Ryan allowed the kiss, but knew he had to set the record straight with Kade. Hopefully the boy wouldn't react poorly.

"Listen...Kade...I feel like we need to talk about something." Ryan said, removing his hand from Kade's ass.

 

[Brian S]

Ian couldn't wait to get his hands on Zack again, so he didn't. The two were seated side by side on the couch, broadcasting their burgeoning sexuality across the internet. Ian simply reached over and popped open the button to Zack's jeans. Zack smirked, feeling the same sense of urgency. Ian lifted Zack's t-shirt a bit, exposing part of his roomie's abs as he pulled downward on the tab of his zipper. Zack's jeans now standing open, Ian reached inside, caressing Zack's bulge with his left hand. He wasn't incredibly hard yet, but Ian continued to grope, feeling Zack's dick hiding behind the yellow Batman symbol on the front of his briefs. The texture was slightly plastic-y, like vinyl, but beneath it, Zack's cock began to swell.

"Fuck, bro." Zack muttered, pleased beyond belief at Ian's urgency. It was, by a good measure, the quickest either of them had groped the other during a cam show. Once Zack was firm inside his black Batman briefs, he reared his ass up off the couch, and together they took his jeans off. Pulling his shirt off as well, Zack settled back down onto the couch, straining against his black and yellow underwear. It was now his turn to reach for Ian.

With a similar urgency that Ian had displayed, Zack tugged at Ian's jeans, getting them opened as quickly as he could. Ian peeled his shirt off as Zack reached into his pants, grabbing hold of his already-hard cock through his Nightwing briefs. They caressed each other's packages longingly, the sexual tension hanging thick in the air. This went on for some time; long enough that Ian's cock released a few droplets of precum.

For the audience, Zack slid off the couch to kneel between Ian's legs. He reached forward, grabbing Ian's wide-open jeans at the waist, and he began to tug. Ian assisted by standing up, wanting to give their audience a better look anyway. Zack pulled downward, his knuckles sliding down Ian's hairy legs. Once the pants were at Ian's ankles, he lifted one leg at a time as Zack removed them from his body entirely.

From his kneeling position, Zack reached up to grope Ian's hard package, reveling in how fucking hot Ian was in those Nightwing briefs. Truly as a joke, Ian placed his hand on the back of his buddy's head and jutted his hips forward at the same time. He had recalled how Zack had bapped him in the face with his hard cock, and wanted a bit of revenge. He mashed his hard bulge against Zack's face, naturally assuming his buddy would laugh and wriggle to break free. Ian was surprised at Zack's actual reaction. Pleasantly surprised.

Instead of laughing or calling Ian a fucker, or any of it, Zack simply began to kiss. With Ian's hand on the back of his head, Zack reached up with his own hands, placing them on either of Ian's hips, and just kissed Ian's dick and balls through his underwear. Ian was surprised, but certainly didn't break the position - he let Zack do it for as long as Zack was going to do it. He could feel Zack's damp lips against his dick, the thin cotton the only thing preventing mouth-to-cock contact. Zack's probing tongue lapped at Ian's ball bulge, and then dragged upward, up the underside of Ian's shaft. Zack made the briefs a little wetter than they already were. Ian gasped a little as Zack's lips lightly closed around the head of his cock, still through the briefs.

Zack didn't know what he was doing, but he kind of didn't give a shit anymore. He knew Ian was seeking revenge, trying to push his boundaries and his buttons. As such, he had decided to embrace it, to not show Ian that he was afraid of his bulge...because he wasn't. He also figured it would make for good viewing. However, the more he kissed Ian's hard package, the more he found himself enjoying it. He slid his hands into the bottom of Ian's briefs, at the hips. His wrists stuck out from the leg holes, his fingertips out the waistband, his thumbs firmly against Ian's pubic hair. He tasted Ian's wetness, the precum that had leaked into his briefs. Not only did it not bother him, it turned him on.

Zack couldn't recall ever tasting another man's cum before, or precum even. At that point, there was hardly anything to taste, and mostly what he could sense tasted like cotton. Like underwear. Zack didn't stop for some time, letting himself just...go. Ian moaned a bit, only spurring Zack on. Only for Ian, he thought, finally, FINALLY opening the door to the compartment in his mind that held some realizations about himself. He found himself tracing Ian's briefs line with his tongue. He'd started at the hip, sticking his tongue slightly into the leg hole of Ian's Nightwing briefs. He dragged it downward, licking. One side of Zack's tongue tasted Ian's leg, his body hair. The other side glided along the cotton-wrapped elastic as his tongue probed slightly inside of Ian's briefs.

"Fuuuuck." Ian moaned, running his hands through Zack's hair.

At once, Zack sat back. He appeared to Ian to be confused, yet horny. As if he'd done a shameful thing, but didn't care. He couldn't tell by Zack's face how he felt about what he'd just done. However, Zack's cock raged from within his Batman briefs, a sizeable wet spot dousing the front.

 

[Brian S]

Well, I certainly fucked THAT up, Ryan thought as he stepped back out onto his deck. Clad now in a pair of white Hanes briefs, Ryan reached into his underwear to adjust himself just before taking a seat. He lit a smoke as he replayed the scene in his head.

Poor kid. Did NOT take that well...just as I thought, he was TOO infatuated with me. Too reliant on me. I hate that he cried...well, sobbed uncontrollably. I never wanted that to happen, never wanted to break his heart. Maybe I shouldn't have taken his virginity. At least, not so quickly. But...how was I to know that would make him bonkers over me? Guess I should've known...I was bonkers over Stacia at one point too, just because we finally had sex. But, I only thought I was. Guess the same applies here...Kade only thinks he's in love with me. God, that image will never leave my mind. The sight of that poor kid bawling his eyes out, telling me he loves me...only he doesn't. I know he doesn't. You can't fall in love after four fucks and a crazy couple of weeks. He just...just doesn't know it yet. Still doesn't make me feel any better.

He's going to college soon though. For one, long distance would never work, even if I wanted it to. Plus, he's going to meet other boys, boys more his age, boys he's going to want. It's rough as hell on him right now, but he'll learn. He'll realize - at least, eventually - that I wasn't the love of his life. As much as he thinks I am right now. Again, doesn't make me feel any better though. Was hoping we could still fuck until he leaves for college this fall. Hoping we could reconnect on breaks and in the summer, maybe. I'd love to continue fucking him, but...that was probably it. I don't think he can quite handle that yet, emotionally.

Funny how you never know when you're having sex for the last time with someone. I felt that with Stacia. With Krieg. Even with Patrick, never saw us NOT fucking around. Now Kade. Never thought that tremendous, lustful, outdoor fuck would be our last. Well, maybe it wasn't our last time, who knows? Shit, I'm almost suspecting the same thing about Camden. Jackson. Even Dustin. No wonder I sought out Kade so hard; ain't seen any of those guys in weeks. Boys next door are keeping it quiet too. Options seem to be dwindling...wish I could keep fucking Kade. Not just because my options are dwindling, but because he truly, truly is a great fuck. Great kid. But yeah...he's got a whole world opening up before him soon. Once he gets outta this town and hits Omaha, he's going to have a ton of new opportunity. He'll forget about me. And that's fine.

 

[Brian S]

Steven reared up, his lips smacking slightly as they slipped off the end of Krieg's cock. Sliding his body upward, Steven pressed his own hard dick against Krieg's as he laid on top of the singer. Their lips met, urgently, and the two kissed as they humped against each other on Krieg's bed. Their moans echoed through the empty loft. Krieg groped Steven's ass cheeks - surprisingly perky and firm for a man of Steven's age, he thought.

"I wanna show you something new." Steven moaned, to which Krieg responded with a nod. Steven grinned, and sat up, indicating to Krieg that he wanted him to roll over. Krieg complied, soon feeling Steven's hands on the backs of his thighs. They slid slowly upward, clutching each of Krieg's ass cheeks. Soon enough, Krieg felt Steven's warm, damp breath on his ass, followed by Steven's tongue. It made contact with his hole straightaway, and Krieg's ass shuddered a bit as he moaned, nearly involuntarily.

It wasn't the first time Krieg had his ass eaten. But it was the first time he'd had it eaten with the specter of bottoming hanging over the situation. Steven's tongue licked, lapped, and expertly probed Krieg's backside. His hole was doused with spit, his ass crack damp from the licking. Steven had covered every square inch of Krieg's ass with his tongue and lips. The longer Steven did this, the more Krieg wanted it. He began to give himself over to the sensation, enjoying Steven's darting tongue. His ass trembled as he pushed back against his tour manager's face. "Unnhhh..." Krieg moaned.

"I think you know I want to fuck you." Steven declared, boldly.

Krieg simply nodded, eager to please Steven, knowing the opportunities Steven had brought to him and the band, unappreciative as they might be. This wasn't how he imagined it would happen. This wasn't who he thought he'd give his ass virginity to. Krieg shrugged it off, figuring that it was time for him to stop beating around the bush. If men wanted to fuck him, why deprive them of the chance? If he waited until he thought it was right, with the right person, he figured he might never get around to bottoming. At least, that was the coke-addled thought process.

Having gotten the go-ahead, Steven didn't want to waste any time. He haphazardly smeared some lube on Krieg's ass, then squirted some onto his condom-less cock. "Fuck, I've been waiting for this." Steven moaned, stroking the lube onto his hard cock. He pulled on Krieg's hips to reposition him a little, leaving one hand on Krieg as he grabbed his cock with the other. He quickly began to guide it to the virgin hole. When his head touched Krieg's ass, they both shuddered. "I'll go slow, ok?" Steven asked. Krieg just nodded, his face slightly buried in the pillow. Steven had gotten slightly off mark, and he grabbed his cock again to line back up. His head slid around on Krieg's hole, building the anticipation for both of them.

Before Steven had a chance to push, the door to the loft slid open, and in walked the rest of the band. They stopped short, the first thing they saw being Steven behind Krieg.

"What. In. The. Fuck." Dog uttered.

"Hey guys." Krieg said, trying to sound casual about it. Deep down he knew he'd have to try to downplay what was about to happen.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dog asked, louder now.

"We were about to have sex." Steven shrugged, also trying to downplay it.

"And just how long has this been going on?" Dog asked.

Steven knelt back, sitting on his legs, more at ease. His sticky, hard cock rose from between his legs. Krieg rolled around, sitting upright on the bed. "I don't know, a few weeks." Krieg answered.

"A few weeks?!? You've been fucking for a few weeks?!?" Dog asked, incensed.

"Well no, we've just been fucking around. Well, Krieg's been fucking me as of late." Steven said.

"And how long have you been fucking him?" Dog asked.

"I haven't been."

"This would have been the first time?" Dakota asked, now interjecting.

"Well...yes." Steven replied. He tried to remain casual about it, knowing that they didn't have to answer to anyone about their sex life. Krieg, on the other hand, let his cocaine-fueled temper flare.

"What the fuck does it matter?" he asked his bandmates.

"What do you mean, what the fuck does it matter?" Dog retorted.

"I can fuck who I want to fuck."

"Yes, you can. But the whole fucking crux of your sex life has been that you haven't bottomed. You like to practically fuckin' brag about it. Like to say your ass is unused or untouchable or whatever the fuck."

"Ok..." Krieg shrugged.

"Ok? Ok!?"

"Yeah, what? Are you really gonna fuckin' stand there and be moral majority about MY sex life? Gonna stand there and tell me when I can and can't bottom?"

"Nobody's being moral majority about your sex life, for fuck's sake." Dog griped.

Dakota placed his hand on Dog's shoulder to hopefully calm him down a bit, and added, "It's just shocking, Krieg. We know you to be someone who has never done that, and then we walked in on...this...with him."

"With him, what? Why put that emphasis on it? I can't fuck Steven? Is that it? I can bottom all I want but not for him?"

"Fuck's sake, Krieg, are you really this thick or are you intentionally being pigheaded?" Dog asked.

"I don't know what the fuck you want from me? What answer are you fucking hoping for? I figured you of all people would be happy that I finally bottomed."

"Bottomed out is more like it." Dog retorted.

"What the fuck does that mean? What, are you going all "Lance" on me now?"

"What does that even-"

"No, no, it's fine that you guys can snort coke and have indiscriminate sex, but when I do it, it's suddenly a big fucking deal?"

"You really don't get it?" Dakota asked.

"Clearly I don't." Krieg said, standing up off the bed. Steven, meanwhile, began pulling his underwear on.

"You're a fucking cokehead!" Dog yelped. "You're unreliable, you skip rehearsals, forget fucking lyrics, you're just fucking missing more often than not, and let's not forget your naked fucking stroll through Chicago."

"We literally fucking streaked that street for a music video. In broad daylight, no less. But I walk home, and now it's a big deal? See, this is exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. We do this, we do that, we do this, we do that, and then I do it again and suddenly everyone's on my fucking case."

"I think we all need to calm down a little." Spooge offered.

"Oh, do you? Do YOU think we need to calm down a little? Thanks for your fuckin' input. I've been here since the beginning, this is my band, but sure, go ahead and you tell me how it's gonna be."

"I'm just saying, man, it's-"

"God, you're such a self-righteous douchebag. Could you be any more full of yourself? Fuck off. Can we just fire this guy?" Krieg asked of Dog and Dakota.

Each of them responded with a "No."

Now fully dressed, Steven tried to interject some reason into the conversation. Well, that's how he framed it. Obviously, he was manipulating things to serve himself. "You guys have a gig this weekend. Let's get through that, and then maybe we should all sit down and talk. Calmly. Air some grievances, work on the relationship here."

"You gonna call off your pitbull?" Dog asked.

"What does THAT mean?" Krieg asked. "He ain't my owner, and you're the dog, Dog." Krieg had never said a word more sarcastically in his life.

Something died that day, and everyone knew it.

 

[Brian S]

Zack began pushing his cock into the silicone torso's pussy. It was laid on the couch, headless, armless, legless, two giant, rubber tits protruding off the top of it. He grunted a bit as he slid inside, his cock fully buried in the sex toy.

"How is it?" Ian asked, standing naked with an erection that he was keeping alive.

"Not bad. Not bad. It's not really like a pussy, but...close, kinda." Zack observed. He soon began to fuck the lifeless toy, and viewers were eating it up. They were keen to see this stud fuck. So was Ian. He stood nearby, slowly stroking himself as he watched Zack's ample yet muscular ass rise and fall, rise and fall. It clenched on the downward thrust. Ian observed his buddy's thighs and calves as they pushed him in and out of the sex toy. He hadn't really seen Zack fuck either, and he found himself wildly turned on by watching. Sure, they'd had threesomes together, but Ian never got the full picture of Zack's body, undulating. In fact, Ian had to stop jacking himself, lest he get too close to cumming.

"Your ass looks good." Ian said, in a slightly bro-ish, "funny" tone.

Zack, playing along, wiggled his ass for Ian's viewing pleasure. Again, under the guise of being funny, Ian swatted Zack's bare ass. Zack let out a fake yelp, along with a slight laugh. Ian's swat turned into touching, though. His hand was just resting on Zack's undulating ass cheek, and he soon found himself squeezing it slightly. "I...I figured they'd like to see this." Ian said, trying to save face once he realized he was outright groping Zack's butt.

"Oh for sure, dude. For sure." Zack said. He did agree with the sentiment that their viewers would love to see them groping each other's asses, however, Zack also enjoyed it, and it was a great excuse to have Ian keep it up.

Emboldened a bit by Zack's agreeing with him, Ian reached down with his other hand as well. He cupped both of Zack's ass cheeks, squeezing them, feeling them as Zack fucked the toy. He steered clear of Zack's crack and his hole, though from his position, Ian could see them.

Zack continued to fuck the toy until he figured he better lay off for a while. He didn't want to get too close, not yet. "Your turn, man!" he said, as he slid out of the silicone torso and stood up. His cock wagged, hard and shiny in front of him. "Give 'er hell." he added, yanking on Ian's hard cock a couple of times for effect.

Ian got on the couch, lining up his shot with the toy's pussy. It wasn't hard to find, nor was it hard to penetrate. He slid right in, moaning in the process. "Yeah. Not bad." he agreed as he began to thrust.

It was Zack's turn now to watch Ian's undulating ass, leaner and hairier than his own. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep his hands off it, and the cam show provided all the cover he needed to do so. He reached down and groped Ian as Ian had done to him, feeling the glutes tense and release repeatedly. "Yeah fuck that pussy." he uttered, surprising even himself. Zack had his palm firmly on Ian's ass cheek. Cupping it, his thumb was pointing towards Ian's crack, his fingers down around the curve of the butt. His forefinger was dangerously close to Ian's hole, and he knew it. His hand slid a bit with each thrust, and Zack used that to his advantage. Closer and closer until finally, his index finger was lightly rubbing against Ian's asshole.

Ian of course felt it. The sensation surprised him. The slight tease as he undulated his ass up and down felt...good. It tickled, but in a good way. He wondered if Zack knew his finger was on his asshole? Of course he did. How could he not know? It turned him on to have his friend's hand there, and for a brief moment in time, Ian wondered what Zack's cock would feel like there. He continued to fuck the doll until he too had to stop for a break.

Neither of them mentioned that Zack had touched Ian's hole continuously and repeatedly. Zack wanted it to just "have happened" and Ian didn't want to admit it felt great.

 

[Brian S]

*****2037*****

Asher felt the man's 4'4" frame pushing against his ass from behind. The guy had a surprising amount of force to his fucking. Of course, the man's 8 inch dick didn't hurt anything. "Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me!" he urged.

The dwarf fucked harder, even slapping Asher's ass; something that he loved. "You have a hot ass!" he yelped, thrusting hard into Asher.

"You have a hot cock!" Asher returned.

They were well into their fuck session, having met at the gay bar. That's where Asher met most of his hookups. His life had become routine, but not boring, getting fucked by someone nearly every night. He was surprised at just how hard this guy could fuck, and he relished every minute of it.

Soon enough, though, the man announced he was close.

"Cum in my ass!" Asher urged. The dwarf fucked and fucked,and soon grunted, filling Asher's ass with his load. Asher moaned, feeling the copious amounts of cum shooting into his ass. The guy did have big balls to go along with that big cock. Asher had already gotten off, his load strewn across the bed underneath his nearly 10 inch cock, so once the man was done cumming, they collapsed onto the bed, spent.

"Damn, you have a great ass!" the man panted. "Aiden, by the way."

"Asher. Nice to meet you. Thanks for fucking me." Asher replied, saying it that way on purpose to note the hilarity of it all. They both laughed a bit and soon, Aiden got up from bed to get dressed.

"Really, though. Thanks. I had a great time." Asher said, a bit more sincerely. He watched Aiden, whose age he wasn't quite sure about - 40? - put his clothes on, and recalled the great sex they'd just had.

Once Aiden was dressed, Asher walked him to the door and soon enough, he was alone again. He sauntered his thin, boyish frame across the apartment as his large cock thumped off each thigh. For the first time in a long time, he missed home. He spent so many nights with so many men, and while he didn't regret that, he still wasn't connected to anyone. His existence seemed entirely based around having sex. He still had fun doing that, but a certain stability was lacking in his life, and he knew it. As he slumped into an over-stuffed armchair, he thought it might be time to go home, see his parents.

 

[Brian S]

"Unh...fuck, Zack, make me cum!" Ian urged in a breathless tone. It was now Sunday night, and the two boys were wrapping up their second cam show of the day. They'd never done two in one day before. After they took turns fucking that silicone torso before, they had made each other cum, by hand. They'd cleaned up, spent the day hanging out naked together, and then on a whim decided to do a second show that night. In reality, each successive show was just an excuse to fuck around together. They both knew it, deep down. Well, not so deep down anymore, as both their feelings were beginning to surface.

Zack stroked Ian's cock at an intense speed, feeling the wet dick twitch and swell in his hand. Hearing his best friend, his buddy, his roomie, moan was intoxicating. Looking at his face, his bodily reactions, turned Zack on knowing he was the cause of the response.

"Ohhhh I'm so close." Ian panted.

"Cum for me, dude." Zack urged, using his free hand to fondle Ian's balls. "Wait, you should nut on me."

"What? Ok." Ian agreed quickly, no time to process it as his orgasm was very fucking impending. Ian reared up, kneeling on the couch beside Zack. Precum oozed from his cock as Zack grabbed it again. It didn't take long.

As Zack jerked Ian's cock furiously, it began to twitch even more, and Ian moaned loudly. His body became unstable, twitchy, and his breathing labored. At once he groaned loudly and began to spurt. The first shot splattered across Zack's chest, as did the second and the third. Zack lost all pretenses and began to openly rub Ian's cum around on his pec, lightly dragging it across his perky nipple. As Ian continued to cum, he watched his buddy do this, and it turned him on. Zack's hand slid sensually down his own chest, over his abs, taking Ian's cum with it.

Soon, Ian was spent and his legs felt wobbly. Another amazing orgasm, brought on by his best bro. Having been sitting on his knees, Ian unfolded his legs and sat back on the couch. He panted, but had no time to recuperate before Zack was ready for his turn. Zack leaned one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor, and aimed his dick at Ian.

"What, you think you're gonna cum on me too?" Ian laughed, teasing.

Zack only nodded.

Ian reached up, wiping his own cum from Zack's torso before grabbing hold of Zack's erection. "Oh fuck yeah." Zack moaned. Ian began to stroke his friend, already able to tell that Zack was going to cum any second. His cock throbbed and Zack made the kind of noises that indicated his oncoming orgasm - Ian knew them well by this point.

"Fuuuuck, make me cum, bro. Make me cum." Zack urged, his voice low and sexual.

"Yeah...cum on me, man." Ian said, noting that that was the first time he'd ever said that sentence.

Within a few seconds, Zack's face contorted even more, and his abs began to undulate as his body twitched as well. A spurt shot out from Zack's cock, shooting across Ian's hairy chest. Ian was prepared to be grossed out, turned off...but he wasn't. In fact, he felt just the opposite. Zack's thick cum splashed down onto his best friend's chest, and Ian kept jerking the cock producing that cum.

Soon enough, Zack was spent. He stayed hovered next to Ian for a few moments, taking back control of his dick. He held it, lightly, feeling the throb of it. For no reason other than he wanted to, and due to the close proximity, Zack rubbed his glistening head around on Ian's nipple. Ian didn't balk; he was surprised, but didn't balk. As Zack traced the circle of Ian's nipple with his cock, it spread its own cum around in the process. The cock/nipple event was short, yet too long to just be simple "goofing around".

Later, post-showers, Ian was lying on top of his covers. He'd been thinking through the events of the past couple of weeks, his thought process ended by Zack entering his room. Zack was clean now, with messy, damp hair, and he plopped down onto Ian's bed beside him with a sharp exhale. The two laid there naked, silent, for some time before beginning to talk.

"That was nuts." Zack muttered.

"Dude, my cock hurts." Ian laughed.

"Same. Two fucking, extended-ass, edging for hours cam shows in one day?" Zack chuckled.

"Not that it wasn't fun."

"For sure, bro. It was a lot of fun!" Zack agreed.

"I can't believe we're doing half the shit we're doing." Ian chuckled.

"Yeah, right? Damn."

"Not that I've been uncomfortable." Ian added.

"Yeah me neither. We're just a couple boys trynna make a quick buck, and those dudes out there will pay for that shit." Zack said, laughing a bit, knowing it was more than that for him.

"For sure." Ian said, knowing the same. "Although...I do feel, like...like, weirdly close to you now."

"Same, bro! It's like, I know I wouldn't be doing this with nobody else. Just you." Zack agreed.

"Definitely. It's like...I never thought I'd be jerking anyone else off. And to be totally honest the idea kinda turns me off. But, like, not with you?" Ian hazarded.

"Yeah, no I feel the same way, man. I ain't all about touching dicks and shit, but...with you? I uh...it's fine. It's more than fine, actually." Zack admitted.

"Ok well, just to be blunt and say it, I actually really like jacking you off." Ian admitted.

"Yeah? Same, bro. Like I said, I don't wanna jack anyone off. Anyone else I mean. But fuck, it's so much fun to tug you off. Make you nut."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, man. It's such a weird feeling, man. Like...I'm so excited and like...ok, yeah, horny about touching you and jacking you off, but at the same time, I'm nearly repulsed about the thought of doing that to a different dude. Like such...I dunno how to say it, such a difference between those feelings, ya know?"

"Definitely, dude. You ain't gotta tell me twice!" Zack laughed.

The two then fell into another silence, continuing to lay there side by side, naked.

 

[Brian S]

Dustin pulled into the darkened parking lot of the abandoned factory, as he'd done dozens of times before. What he hadn't done before was have someone in tow - namely, Mike.

"Feels like one of them scenes where the cop murders someone and gets away with it." Mike muttered.

Dustin laughed. "Well, I'm definitely not going to murder you."

"So why did you bring me here?" Mike asked.

"I dunno. Something new. Figured I'd show you something else about me." Dustin shrugged.

"So what do you do out here?"

Dustin chuckled. "Well, to be totally honest, I often come out here to jerk off."

"Oh Jesus." Mike laughed.

"But, I also come out here to think and just enjoy silence. It's calming."

"A big empty, crumbling factory is calming?" Mike asked.

"Well not the factory itself. Just being outside the town, the night, the stars."

"I see."

Dustin popped his door open and proceeded to get out. Mike did the same thing, stepping out of the passenger door to Dustin's police cruiser. He walked around the edge of the car to join Dustin on the driver's side, who was looking up at the night sky.

"I guess it's kinda peaceful. I suppose you probably get stressed out way more than I do." Mike admitted, chuckling. Mike was barefoot, but had thrown on some basketball shorts and a ratty tank-style undershirt; the most Dustin had ever seen him wear.

"I do get stressed out, yeah. I mean, this town doesn't give me a lot of stressful situations usually, but still."

"That why you come out here to jerk off?" Mike laughed.

"I mean, you're not wrong. Not entirely." Dustin shrugged.

"You wanna jerk off right now, don't ya." Mike surmised.

"I mean...I would, that's not a problem. But I don't want to offend you or anything like that."

"Shiiiiit. I've seen way worse in my day." Mike said, lighting a cigarette.

"Oh yeah?" Dustin asked.

"Shit, might make me trust you more too." Mike shrugged.

"You still don't trust me?" Dustin laughed.

"Years of conditioning, man." Mike explained. Then added, "If you wanna fuckin' beat off, go for it. I don't give a shit."

"Really?"

"Nah. Might be kinda nuts to see a cop tug off anyway." Mike laughed, inhaling deeply on his smoke.

"Well...ok." Dustin shrugged. He began taking his cop uniform off, tossing the pieces of clothing onto the seat in his car. Mike stood idly by, smoking as he watched Dustin undress. Once Dustin had gotten to his own tank-style undershirt and bright red bikini briefs, Mike figured that was all the further he was going. Mike was wrong. As Dustin shucked his underwear, Mike exhaled a plume of smoke.

"You're gettin' all the way nekkid?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. That's...that's kinda my thing."

"What's your thing?" Mike urged Dustin to tell.

Dustin lifted his undershirt off, getting completely naked, and Mike could see the cop's cock beginning to stiffen already. "I just...it's a public thing."

"Well tell me about it. Don't be shy now, man." Mike laughed.

Dustin tossed his clothes in the car and shut the door. "I like stripping naked and jacking off out here because it turns me on. And it turns me on because I'm a cop and I'm not supposed to do that shit." Dustin shrugged.

"So you're a kinky little copper, eh?" Mike laughed.

"You have no idea." Dustin began playing with himself, feeling his cock stiffen quickly as he watched Mike watching him. Mike flicked his cigarette aside and casually dropped his shorts and tattered briefs in one motion, then pulled off his own undershirt. He grabbed at his own soft dick and took a few steps closer to Dustin. He reached down and grabbed Dustin's hard cock, taking it in his hand to stroke it.

"So...how kinky are you?" Mike asked.

"How kinky are you?" Dustin responded, moaning a bit at Mike's stroking. He reached down to grab Mike's cock, feeling his own swell in the process. Finally. Finally.

"You first." Mike suggested.

"Ok. Since we're being honest...I got lube and rubbers in my car, and I LOVE getting fucked."

 

[Brian S]

Naked and hard in his recliner, Ryan played with himself a bit as he sent Dustin a text that would go unheeded:

So fuckin horny, would love to fuck u

Dustin's phone vibrated in his pants, in his car. At the same time, Dustin was bent over the trunk of his police cruiser, lube on his ass. Behind him, Mike had put a condom on his 7 inch erection, and was beginning to lube it.

They had skipped all foreplay and all pretenses, and gone right to the main event. Mike slid his cock around, trying to find the right spot. It took him some effort, but once he had his mark, Dustin moaned, "Right there."

Mike pushed forward aggressively, burying half his cock in Dustin's ass in one fell swoop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, dude!" Dustin yelped, in pain. "Ya gotta go slower than that."

"Sorry. You want me to back out?"

"No, just...just don't go any further in yet." Dustin winced, horny as fuck over having Mike's cock in his ass finally. He hadn't expected full-on sex that night. He figured MAYBE he could get away with jerking off in front of Mike, but this? This had escalated, and quickly.

Once Dustin felt more comfortable, he told Mike to push in. The bulk of the pain had already come, so the remainder of Mike's cock didn't really hurt. It wasn't long before Mike was balls deep in the cop's ass.

"Ohhhhh fuck yeah...fuck me." Dustin urged, breathlessly.

Mike began to thrust, hard. He held Dustin by the hips and fucked like he'd never fucked before. Dustin compared him to Ryan or even Patrick, but somehow harder? It might have been the location, the partner, but Dustin wasn't sure he'd been fucked that hard before. Mike's hips slapped against his ass, the sound echoing off into the night air. Mike could see semis using the access road in the distance; close enough to know about their presence, far enough away that the drivers couldn't actually see what was going on. Still, Mike did find it entirely erotic to be fucking Dustin, a cop, against his car outside.

"Fuck yes, fuck me, Mike!" Dustin growled.

"Never fucked a dude before." Mike admitted between thrusts.

"You haven't?" Dustin asked, slightly surprised.

"Nah. Done some other shit, but not this. Been wanting to fuck you though." Mike said.

"You...unh...you have?"

"Fuck yeah. Look at ya. Plus...the thought of me, a fucked up crack head, fucking a cop? Get outta here."

"That's how I've felt...only in reverse."

"Yeah it's fuckin' hot." Mike groaned. "That's what I told Terri the night she wigged out."

"You told her...unh!...you told her you wanted to fuck me?"

"Yeah. She knew I was kinda bi, but she also...unfff...also knew I never fucked a dude before."

Mike kept thrusting, hard, aggressively. Dustin whined and moaned and just relished the entire scene - finally getting fucked by Mike...outdoors...against his car.

After several aggressive minutes, Mike didn't announce his orgasm. He simply pulled out, ripped the rubber off his dick and jacked off onto Dustin's ample bubble butt. He moaned as his cum splattered against Dustin's skin, and Dustin moaned too. He could feel Mike's cock rubbing against his bare ass, and he could feel the wetness Mike had deposited on that same ass, running downward.

All at once, Mike turned Dustin around and he squatted before the cop, taking his cock in his mouth. He sucked Dustin, swallowing his entire cock, chin to Dustin's balls. Dustin whimpered at Mike's expert cock sucking; that was obviously some of the "other shit" Mike had done before. It didn't take long for Mike to bring Dustin to orgasm, and Dustin let out a tremendous moan as he began to shoot down Mike's throat.

Mike swallowed, eagerly, expertly, tasting the cop's cum. It was good, it was thick. Mike drank it down for the cop, until there was nothing left and Dustin's body shuddered.

Mike stood, wiping his mouth with his forearm. He smiled, and casually strolled naked over to his pile of clothes to produce a cigarette. Lighting it, he stood there with his semi-hard cock in front of him, and Dustin joined him for a smoke.

"You smoke too?" Mike asked, surprised.

"Only once in a while. I think this was worthy of a cig." He smiled, groping his still-hard and sensitive cock slightly. "You were a great fuck."

"You were a great fuck." Mike shrugged, inhaling.

"Can't believe you never fucked a guy before."

"And a cop. Two things off the ol' bucket list." Mike laughed, only semi-joking.

The two stood there naked, smoking. Dustin's mind was whirring fast, happy that his long-awaited fantasy had finally come true. And in more spectacular fashion than he ever dreamed it would. He wished it wasn't over yet, but he had many more plans for Mike.

 

[Brian S]

The following Saturday morning, Patrick sat in his pickup, feeling stupid. He had no real cause to, but he did. He had debated how to do it - wait for a chance encounter? Through Scruff or maybe just regular texting? A phone call? None of those seemed right to him. And so it was, that Saturday morning, Patrick sucked it up and knocked on Ryan's door. He didn't know what he was going to say; he figured he could judge Ryan's mood and take it from there. What he wanted to do was just to grab Ryan, kiss him hard, suck his cock and then beg Ryan to fuck him. What he figured would happen was copious amounts of awkward talking. Patrick had worked out various contingency plans, but he hadn't planned on what became the reality, which was the fact that Ryan wasn't home.

It seemed so simple yet so stupid; they couldn't resolve this simply because Ryan wasn't home. It took a lot of mustering for Patrick to swallow his pride and admit he'd been kind of a douche about Krieg. With Ryan not being there, Patrick didn't know if his clarity would stick around, or if he'd clam up again. He knew himself all too well. He knew it was tough to get him to feel a real emotion. He knew his charitable thoughts came and went.

So Patrick sat in his pickup in front of Ryan's house for 20 minutes. He debated leaving, he debated staying longer. He didn't want to come off as creepy, he wanted it to be casual. Or at least as casual as it could be. Sitting in front of his house for 20 minutes didn't seem so casual to Patrick. But would Ryan be home in 5 minutes or was he gone for the weekend? Patrick had no way of knowing. He didn't want to miss him, but he certainly didn't want to waste time sitting in his truck, pining.

Patrick felt the sudden urge to leave. Not just Ryan's street, but town. He put his truck into drive and pulled away from Ryan's house, setting an impromptu course for Omaha.

 

[Brian S]

Bleary-eyed and naked, Ian wandered to the kitchen, his morning hardon leading the way. As usual, Zack had just gotten up as well, and was putting on the coffee.

"Morning." Ian mumbled, his voice low and rough.

"Well, good morning!" Zack responded, a coy smile on his face as he looked at Ian's hard dick wagging towards him. Once Ian was close enough, Zack reached down and wrapped his hand around Ian's cock. He gave it a couple of "funny" tugs, and got no response. "What, nothing?" Zack teased.

"Dude. At this point, if you wanna grab my dick, you can grab my dick." Ian chuckled. To put a point on it, he grabbed Zack's ass cheek and groped it. For a few lingering moments, the two boys just groped each other without pretense. At once, they both chuckled and let go of one another.

"You wanna try to get in two shows today?" Zack asked.

"Oh, man. My dick was sore after last week's, but...yeah, kinda." Ian responded.

"Mine too. But we did get a whole new audience that way."

"Yeah. For sure." Ian nodded. "Plus..." Ian gestured at his own raging hard cock.

Zack laughed, but ogled his best friend's cock.

"What are you looking at?" Ian asked, knowing full well what Zack was looking at. He just wanted to get Zack to admit it more, talk about it more.

"Your dick." Zack shrugged. "It's, like, raging this morning." he laughed.

"Well someone yanking on it didn't help it any." Ian chuckled.

"Whatever, you loved it." Zack teased.

Since their conversation about a week prior, the boys had done a few nighttime shows. During those shows, they'd both felt more open and relaxed with touching each other. The pretense of "for the show" was dropped quite a bit, and neither of them had to worry about seeming to like it too much. However, their sexual antics still hadn't yet spilled out into their lives beyond the show. The tension was high, though, and only increased with each day since their bedroom admissions the week before.

After having coffee in the nude, Ian first took a shower while Zack got the cam set up in the living room. Once Ian was done, Zack took a shower as well, eager to get the show going, eager to touch his friend again. After Zack dried off, he wandered naked into Ian's bedroom to confer on what to wear for the show. He found Ian lying down on top of his covers, not asleep, but resting a bit.

"Dude, you're in bed?" Zack teased.

"Just resting. Didn't sleep for shit last night." Ian responded.

Zack crawled onto Ian's bed from the bottom, finally plopping down next to his buddy. "Came to see what we should wear."

"Can we just start out naked?" Ian chuckled.

"Well that's giving away the merch for free, ain't it?" Zack laughed.

"I know, but...getting all dressed and then slowly undressing and jerking for three hours is such a thing." Ian laughed.

"So you wanna jump right to the jacking off, huh?" Zack laughed.

"I mean, kinda."

"We could probably do that once. We wouldn't make as much, but it could be a cool change of pace."

"Nah, we better do it slow." Ian said, adding, "Keep the mystery alive for a little while at least."

Zack chuckled. "For sure, dude." He rolled onto his left side, facing Ian, head propped up by his left hand. "So what should we wear then? Tighty whities? Jocks? Superhero briefs?"

"I dunno, what do you think?" Ian asked.

"Well, actually, you look pretty good in a pair of whities."

"I do?"

"Yeah, dude." Zack said.

"You do too, actually. It's your butt, mostly." Ian chuckled.

"I do have a great ass!" Zack announced, a wide grin on his face.

Ian laughed. "Jesus. Well, you're not wrong."

"You got a cute butt too though. So maybe jocks? So they can see them?"

"Maybe yeah. Whenever we wear jocks, they always want us to play with each other's asses." Ian pointed out.

"So?"

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing, I'm just...saying it's a thing." Ian chuckled, feeling his dick begin to stiffen.

"So you DO wanna wear jocks, then?" Zack teased, noticing the chub Ian was getting.

"You just want me to touch your ass." Ian laughed.

"Well, someone's gotta appreciate this thing." Zack said, laughing as well.

After some awkward chuckling, the boys fell silent. Ian laid on his back, looking at the ceiling, knowing his dick was getting hard again. Zack, propped up on his left arm, took in Ian's nude body and growing cock. He knew his own was beginning to plump up as well. The tension hung in the silent air, heavy like a thick fog. In the silence, Ian's cock worked itself fully hard. It stretched upward, hovering inches above Ian's body.

Zack threw caution to the wind and steadily reached out for Ian's erection. His fingertips grazed past the shaft as he took hold of it. He felt it swell in his palm, and heard Ian let out an involuntary sigh. Zack began to stroke it, ever so slowly, as if it was the first time he'd touched Ian in that way. Ian sighed again, closing his eyes momentarily. He could feel his cock responding positively to Zack's touch; the twitching, the throbbing.

Ian opened his eyes and looked over at his best friend. Zack was looking at Ian's cock, at his hand slowly caressing it. But soon, his eyes traced upward, over Ian's torso, until finally they were looking at each other. Really looking at each other. They gazed into each other's eyes, searching for answers they already had; looking for agreement. Zack licked his lower lip slightly, seguing into a light nibble. Ian's eyes fluttered a little with lust, and he reached up to touch Zack's chest.

At once, with the same thing on their minds, Zack began to lean closer as Ian slid his hand from Zack's chest to the back of Zack's head. Ian leaned up a bit as well, the gap between their faces slowly closing. Zack leaned closer and closer and closer still.

Their lips met; gingerly, unsure. But it felt right. Zack felt his cock swell between his legs, and at the same time, Ian's swelled in his hand. He let go of Ian's cock, only to focus on the kissing. Zack leaned closer, pushing his body against Ian's, his hard cock against Ian's hip. Both let out slight moans as Zack pulled away, only retreating mere centimeters. The hand that had been on Ian's cock now found the side of Ian's head. Feeling their warm, damp breath on each other's lips, Zack closed the tiny gap once more, pressing his face against his buddy's face. Both their mouths opened slightly as they began to pass saliva back and forth to each other. Urgency and lust took over as Zack began kissing harder, and Ian returned the sentiment. Zack's tongue slipped past his own lips, past Ian's lips, and met Ian's tongue inside his mouth. Ian pushed back, swirling and sliding his tongue against Zack's, their lips firmly pressed together.

 

[Brian S]

Zack slid further onto Ian as they continued to kiss aggressively, fully giving into their mutual attraction for one another. Urgent grunts escaped their mouths, muffled by each other's lips. Zack pushed his cock against Ian's, their shafts sliding past each other, pressed against both boys' bodies. Ian's hands slid from Zack's muscular back, downward, until he was fully cupping Zack's ass. He groped his buddy's butt, openly, like he'd wanted to do all along. Zack enjoyed the sensation, the feeling of having his ass grabbed, groped, squeezed by Ian's hands.

"Youmakemesohorny," Zack whispered, in one conjoined statement, as he began kissing Ian's neck.

"You make me horny." Ian returned. "I've wanted this."

"Me too." Zack agreed, kissing and suckling on Ian's neck some more. Ian brought his left hand down onto the back of Zack's neck, keeping his buddy's face buried against his own neck, reveling in the pleasure. His right hand continued to grope Zack's ass. Zack kept undulating his hips, humping his cock against Ian's, feeling the wetness that it was releasing.

As they began to kiss again, the two boys rolled partway over, then back again. Zack had begun groping Ian's ass as well, their hands sliding all over each other's bodies in ecstatic exploration. They all but wrestled together, in the most erotic of ways. Finally, Zack rolled to his back while Ian followed his motion, ending up on top now. Ian continued the humping, his cock leaking profusely onto Zack's cock, onto his balls, into his pubic hair. Ian felt Zack's groping hands on his ass, relishing it as much as Zack had.

"Fuck, I like you." Ian gasped, plunging his mouth against Zack's neck. He thrust harder against his friend, feeling Zack's hands all over his body. Ian could have sworn Zack had developed a third hand, as Zack couldn't settle on what to touch, where to rest his grasp.

Ian kissed lower, moving to Zack's chest. He wasted no time in finding Zack's nipple with his tongue. It was already perked up when he began to lick at it gently, and he felt Zack's cock twitch against him. Zack grasped the back of Ian's head and held him over his nipple, just as Ian began to suckle and kiss it more.

"Fuuuuck, dude, I love that." Zack gasped.

Ian bit lightly, testing the waters. At once, Zack moaned loudly and his cock throbbed as he began to push upward against Ian.

"Yeah?" Ian asked, barely moving his mouth from around Zack's nipple to do so, his warm breath expelling out onto Zack's pec.

"Fuck yeah..." Zack moaned, half noise, half breath. Ian nibbled again and Zack moaned even louder, pushed even harder upward. By then, Ian's cock had created a large wet spot on Zack's body. A wet spot that his own cock rubbed against.

Ian reared up, kneeling between Zack's opened legs. He stroked his buddy momentarily, and slid even closer. Closer. Closer. Zack drew his legs up. Ian wasn't trying to fuck him, but he was trying to get their cocks lined up. He slid his hard dick fully against Zack's, and spat in his hand to grab them both.

"Unhhh!" Zack moaned, as Ian began to jack them in the same hand together. "Fuuuuck, where'd you learn this?" Zack asked.

Ian shrugged, knowing he'd seen it in Frot's music video for...well, "Frot".

Ian began thrusting a bit, sliding his cock against Zack's, within his hand. Inching slightly closer, Zack drew his legs up even further, and as that happened, their balls nudged. "Fuuuuuck." Ian moaned.

"Fuck that's hot." Zack agreed.

Ian humped more, their cocks touching, their balls touching.

Zack grabbed desperately for the lube bottle on Ian's nightstand. Once he had it, he squirted both their cocks with it, and Ian gripped them together once more. Both moaned in pleasure as their cocks throbbed and the lubricated noises filled the room.

"Oh, fuck, dude..." Zack moaned as he tensed his hips and clenched his ass.

"Fuckin' hot..." Ian agreed, moaning just as much as his buddy was.

"I ain't gonna last long..." Zack said.

"Good, cuz...me either." Ian smiled.

Moaning prevailed, bringing slightly furrowed brows and slack jaws with it. Ian studied Zack's undulating, slightly sweaty chest. Zack reached up, his fingertips lightly teasing Ian's nipple and sliding through Ian's dark chest hair.

"I'm so close..." Zack whispered, urgently yet barely audible.

"Me too." Ian agreed. As if on cue, a large spurt of precum oozed out of Ian's cock and onto Zack's cock, rolling off his head and into Zack's trimmed pubic hair.

"I'm gonna-" Zack declared, louder yet slightly whiny.

"Same!" Ian gasped, jerking their dicks together furiously.

They fucking managed it. Zack didn't know whose cum was splashing where, as they came at the exact same time. Shot after shot flew from the boys' hard cocks, coating Zack's abs and chest. They lost themselves in their orgasms, their cocks pulsing together, against each other. Their balls tensing and releasing only slightly as they rubbed together. For a brief few seconds, it was all moans and cum.

Zack finished just ahead of Ian, who by then was leaking the end of his orgasm onto Zack's cock. Once he was done as well, he let go of their dicks but stayed put. Lustful smiles crept over their faces as they panted, feeling their pulsing cocks against each other, spent but still raging hard.

"Fuuuuuuuck." Zack moaned.

"Yeah..." Ian agreed. He looked down at his buddy's naked body and said, "You need a towel, bad."

Zack laughed, which caused his balls and cock to push even more against Ian's, and he said, "Also need to put my legs down."

Ian chuckled now, and stood up to dig out a cum towel for his buddy. Zack relaxed his legs, stretching them downward once he had laid them flat again. "Sooo much cum." Zack laughed.

Ian laid a towel over his buddy's abs and laid down next to him, his face immediately landing in a spurt of cum on his pillow. "Ugh." Ian laughed, flipping his pillow over.

"We fuckin' nutted EVERYWHERE, dude." Zack chuckled, as he began to clean himself up.

"That was a lot of fun, though." Ian said softly, smiling.

"It was a lot of fun." Zack agreed. He turned his head to the side and shared a kiss with his friend. Finally, Zack stood to finish cleaning off. "I'm gonna just shower, but...do we need to talk about this?"

"Probably." Ian shrugged.

 

[Brian S]

Ryan sauntered cockily into the gym's sauna. Towel over his shoulder, he was otherwise naked and letting it all hang out. If he was being honest with himself, he hoped Patrick would be there. The sauna was empty, however, and Ryan laid his towel out to sit on it. He took up his space, wide legged, letting his cock and balls show from between his meaty thighs. He cocked his head back, closing his eyes, slightly spent after his work out session.

Ryan wasn't sure how much time passed before the door opened again. Once more, he momentarily found himself hoping for Patrick to swagger in, but it wasn't Patrick. Ryan briefly took in the view of the younger boy who had wandered in, towel around his waist. After closing his eyes again slightly, Ryan did a double take. He realized he'd seen this boy before. As he looked again, he found himself being looked at as well; a mutual recognition passing between them.

"Lance?" Ryan asked, surprised to see the boy again.

"Hey, Ryan." Lance said, smiling awkwardly as he took a seat opposite Ryan.

"What are you doing back here?" Ryan asked, definitely curious but mostly wondering deep down about Krieg.

"Uh...long story." Lance said, flashing another awkward smile. "You look good." he added, unable to stop his eyes from taking in Ryan's body; cock and all.

"So do you." Ryan said with a sexy confidence that Lance hadn't seen in Ryan before.

**********

Kissing urgently, the two pushed through Patrick's front door, into Patrick's living room.

"He's gone?" Ryan confirmed.

"Went to Omaha." Lance assured as he whipped off his shirt.

Ryan undid his jeans, sliding them off his legs quickly. He grabbed Lance by the waist, the boy's bare chest against his shirt, his white brief bulge against Lance's pants. He kissed Lance aggressively again, opening his pants in the process. Plunging his hand down inside, he groped Lance's stiff bulge through his boxerbriefs.

Lance lifted Ryan's shirt, exposing the hairy, taut torso beneath it. "You're...new." Lance said, unable to think of a better way to put it.

"I've changed a lot." Ryan explained, yanking Lance's pants and underwear down in one swoop. He shoved his tongue in Lance's mouth as the two worked to remove each other's clothes. Once naked, they pushed their boners together and Ryan groped Lance's ass as he walked him backwards towards Patrick's room.

**********

Lance's phone rang in his pants in the living room, missing a call from Patrick. In the meantime, Lance's legs were on Ryan's shoulders, and Ryan was pushing his cock into the boy.

"Unhh!!" Lance whined, as Ryan began to aggressively take his ass. Ryan didn't hold back, he fucked hard, almost as if Lance was a stand-in for Krieg. His appearance had certainly dredged up lots of memories, most of them tied to his hung, former neighbor. Patrick's bed rocked as Ryan crashed his hips against Lance's ass, making the boy writhe and moan with pleasure.

Lance's stiff cock bounced and his balls lurched up and down with each of Ryan's thrusts. Ryan felt almost bad for fucking Lance when his mind was in two other places at once. For him, fucking Lance was like fucking a stand-in for Krieg. Fucking Krieg's friend, at the least. Ryan was also nearly more involved with the idea of fucking in Patrick's bed, in Patrick's house. Sure, fucking Lance was a triumph on its own, but at the same time, Ryan was preoccupied with the Krieg and Patrick connections.

"Uhnnn...fuck me!" Lance urged, his face contorted into a look of pleasure and surprise at Ryan's rough fuck style. He wouldn't have guessed Ryan would fuck like he was, with completely aggressive, animalistic abandon.

Ryan picked up the scent of Patrick, the familiar musk of his former friend. It only made him fuck Lance harder. He could see the stains on Patrick's sheets, the evidence of his recent sessions with Lance. Ryan doubled Lance's legs over, his knees nearly hitting the sides of his head.

"Fuuuuuck me!" Lance yelped, as Ryan plowed into him. He looked up at Ryan's face, scrunched, brow furrowed. He looked nearly angry, he looked determined, he looked horny as hell. Ryan growled, shoving his hips forward as hard as he could, burying his cock as deep into Lance's ass as it would go. At that exact moment, Ryan began to cum, filling up Lance's ass with his load. He let his cock stay there, twitching and throbbing as he shot, and then began to thrust again. He moaned loudly, not having warned Lance of his impending orgasm. He kept thrusting even after his balls were spent, at least until his cock shuddered, sending ripples through his balls and into his body. All at once, Ryan pulled out, panting, and he dropped Lance's legs.

"Holy shit." Lance moaned, rubbing his cock slightly. Ryan flashed him a coy, knowing grin, before swallowing Lance's cock whole. "Unh!" Lance moaned again, at the feel of Ryan's warm, aggressive mouth around his cock. "Unh!" Ryan sucked that cock, eagerly, wanting to make the boy cum. And make the boy cum he did. After a brief session, Lance whined and said, "I'm gonna-", and he began to spurt. Ryan swallowed the load, sucking it from Lance's cock, tasting the boy's orgasm. Lance's body shivered and trembled, finally shuddering hard at the moment he was spent. Ryan reared up, content in his performance. Grinning from ear to ear, Ryan collapsed onto Patrick's bed beside Lance, and the two panted from their aggressive, impromptu fuck session.

 

[laptoper]

OMG, that was one of the hottest chapters ever. Keep up the great work shakespear.