Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

Clad in just a pair of Navy Blue, Hanes boxerbriefs, Ian took a seat on the couch next to Zack. Zack himself was sporting a pair of green, soft cotton boxers. It was arbitrarily decided that the two should put at least something on for their conversation. Even though underwear wasn't much, they were downright inhibiting compared to the boys' recent attire - or lack thereof - around the house.

Zack cleared his throat as Ian sat, who then did the same. They both wanted to start first, yet didn't want to start first. Silence prevailed for a few, short, awkward moments before Ian spoke up.

"I'm not ashamed of what happened." He blurted out, in declaration.

"Me neither, bro." Zack agreed.

"So...what is this?" Ian asked.

Zack shrugged. "I have something to tell you that I shoulda told you a long time ago. But I was afraid what you'd think." Zack admitted.

"Ok, what is it?"

"Well...so remember the nudist camp?"

"Of course..."

"Remember that really buff black dude?"

"Trey?"

"Yeah. So...I dunno how to say this so...I guess I'll just say it. He sucked my dick. I let him suck my dick. I didn't plan on it, but we went for a walk and went out to where we beat off, and just...like...I dunno, man, I don't know why I let him do it, but I-"

"Can I just...jump in here a sec? Maybe calm your fears a little?"

"Sure." Zack said, welcoming the interruption.

"I uh...I let him suck my dick too."

"You did?" Zack asked, lighting up a bit.

"Yeah."

"Did you suck his?"

"No, did you?" Ian asked.

"No." The two fell silent again for a few moments.

Ian started, "Ok, as long as we're..." He trailed off a moment before resuming, "onlyhorny4u was me."

"Whoa. For reals?" Zack asked.

"Yeah. I hope you're not mad about it. I was...I was feeling a certain way about you, and...I guess I was curious to see what you were doing on the cam, and...I hope that's not weird."

"Uh...actually, it's the opposite of weird, man. I think...I think it's kinda hot. Way hot, actually."

"Really?" Ian asked, relieved.

"Fuck yeah. I was trynna figure out a way to get you involved in my shows, just for the simple fact that I wanted to...you know...fuck around."

"Wow. Hot." Ian smiled.

"So...how many shows did you watch?" Zack asked.

"All of them."

"The whole way through?"

"The whole way through." Ian confirmed.

"Wow." Zack exhaled sharply, his mind whirring. "That's...that's fucking hot, man. I was in here, and you were in there, watching me...in here?" Zack asked, gesturing towards the bedrooms.

"Uh-huh." Ian said, nodding.

"Fuuuck that's hot. Trippy. But hot." Zack laughed.

"Yeah." Ian agreed.

The two sat in awkward silence again, both trying to process and figure out what they wanted to say, what they were thinking. Words weren't coming easily to describe how they felt about one another. Finally, Zack took a deep breath.

"It's not like I'm gay. Not really, anyway." he said.

"Me either." Ian agreed.

"It's just like...it's...it's you." Zack added.

"Yeah. I feel the same way about you, bro." Ian agreed again.

"I've never been horny over another bro."

"Me neither."

"But it's like...you make me horny." Zack admitted.

"You turn me on so fuckin' much, man." Ian said, feeling the exact same emotions.

"So like...we're straight, but...then...like we're gay for each other?" Zack giggled.

"I guess so, yeah." Ian shrugged. "That's...that's the best way I've heard it put yet."

"Why? I mean, I don't care, just...why?" Zack wondered.

Ian shrugged again. "I dunno. We like each other...we're comfortable with each other..." Ian tried to reason.

"Yeah, but...don't it seem to go beyond that?"

"How so?"

"I've been comfy with bros before...but...not like this. Didn't wanna make out with 'em." Zack laughed.

"Same. I dunno...we...we clicked, somehow? In that way?" Ian asked.

"Like...you make me wanna do stuff that I've never wanted to do with another dude." Zack said. "And like...I'm open minded, but...the idea of doing those things with other dudes...like...makes me wanna gag a little. Or like, not even that. It's like...I've always been straight, so I've never even thought about...you know...jacking a bro off or kissing him or any of that. Like it's never even been on my radar."

"I know exactly how you feel, Zack. I feel the same way. Hell, I freaked out on my former roomies because I caught them fooling around. Feel like a douche about it now though. But like...yeah, I have no interest in any other dude. But I definitely wanna explore...with you. Wanna have sex...with you."

"You wanna have sex with me?" Zack asked.

"Well...you know what I mean."

"No for real, cuz...like...that thought's sorta...like...way on the back burner, but...still there, ya know?" Zack said.

"Having sex? Like...one of us fucking the other one?" Ian asked.

"Yeah...I mean...I guess it's sorta like...the end goal, right? No? Do you feel the same way?"

"I mean...yeah. Yeah I do. I wanna learn this whole thing, but...just with you." Ian shrugged. "I mean...like...eventually, right?"

"Yeah, eventually." Zack agreed. He then started to giggle. "Who's gonna fuck who?"

"Oh I'm definitely fucking you." Ian laughed.

"Fuck that, I'm fucking YOU!" Zack chuckled. The two laughed, close together, and as their laughter died off, they found themselves about to kiss. They did, softly, their lips parting for one another. Ian's hand found Zack's chest automatically, and he touched it gingerly.

"I really, really, really like this." Ian said, his breathing heavy.

"Me too, dude. Me too." Zack agreed.

 

[Brian S]

"So, why are you back here?" Ryan asked, lighting a cigarette in Patrick's living room, on Patrick's couch.

"Uh...long story, but...I had a falling out with the band." Lance said, lighting his own cig.

"In what way?" Ryan asked, probing deeper.

"Umm...partying too hard...too much coke...Krieg started getting a big head, and...and I started to resent our music videos. And our stage antics."

"What about your videos?" Ryan asked, taking a drag off his smoke.

"Eh, they just became too...too porn-y."

"Porn-y?" Ryan's interest was piqued.

"Yeah. I mean...we've always been a sexually-driven band, and we never really shied away from nudity. And that was all fine and well for a while, but...like literally every single video was some new sex act...and the way we were behaving on stage was getting out of hand. It's only gotten worse from what I hear."

"Where did you even post your videos, pornhub? Youtube certainly wouldn't take them." Ryan made sense, and he truly wanted to know, but of course he hoped to find them later.

"Just on our own website. Yeah, Youtube would have taken them down immediately. Anyway, I got fed up and left."

"And came back here...why?" Ryan asked.

"Dunno. Really the only place I ever knew anyone else. My whole life was in Chicago, ya know? I at least knew some people here, knew the scenery. Knew it was a total change of pace from...from all that."

"So you called up Patrick and asked to live with him?"

"Not exactly. I uh...I slept in the park for a few days, and...then met up with him at the gym one night, accidentally. I had just gone in to shower and clean up."

"I see. I'm surprised Patrick's letting you stay here, to be honest." Ryan said.

"To be honest, so am I." Lance laughed. "But...he does have a good heart, underneath that...you know, gruff exterior."

"I know he does." Ryan said softly.

"I mean, it's not like we're a couple or anything." Lance was quick to point out.

"Well thank God for that. He already hates me, I can't imagine how he'd feel if I'd fucked his boyfriend." Ryan chuckled.

"He doesn't hate you, why do you think that?" Lance was pretty sure he knew the story, but wanted to hear it from a new perspective.

"Because I let Krieg fuck me before I let him fuck me." Ryan shrugged.

"That's stupid. Was he really mad?"

"Oh yeah. Stopped talking to me...switched fucking jobs for crying out loud. Ain't said two words to me since." Ryan shrugged again, realizing the sadness he still held in his heart about it.

"So...Patrick would murder me if he knew I told you this, but...he doesn't hate you."

"Go on..."

"He's hung up on you. He wants you. He wants to be friends again."

"Bull." Ryan said in a tone that suggested not that Lance was lying, but that he didn't believe Patrick.

"It's true! He talks about you a lot. Like...a lot. He was gonna message you on Scruff, he was gonna send you a text...he's got it bad, man."

"I know how bad he's had it for me...for years."

"None of that changed, man. Yeah, like, he was mad at you...or THOUGHT he was mad at you. But he's not anymore. He wants to make up, but he doesn't know how to do it. Doesn't know what to say, and doesn't want it to be like...this big THING, or this big event. He wants to pick up where you left off."

"He wants to fuck the situation under the rug, is what he wants to do." Ryan pointed out.

"I mean...he's kinda mentioned that...how did you-"

"I know him well enough to know how he thinks." Ryan took the last drag of his smoke and stamped it out, sitting back on Patrick's couch, naked. "You're not shitting me?"

"No. Not at all. He wants you, man. He wants to have sex with you, AND he wants to be friends again. Swear." Lance said.

"Huh." Ryan muttered, his synapses now firing a mile a minute.

 

[Brian S]

Naked, Patrick flipped channels from his bed. There was never anything good on in a hotel room. He passively scanned the channels, nothing appealing to him, so he kept flipping. It was late, probably too late to find a hookup. Why hadn't he found a hookup, he wondered.

He could've gone to one of the gay bars, could've gotten on grindr or Scruff, but...he just didn't. He had ordered room service and let his robe fall open for the cute boy that delivered. Too bad that boy didn't seem interested in seeing his cock. That was about the extent of the effort Patrick made to hookup. Just being away was enough.

Being out of his house, out of town...away from Lance as much as Patrick had grown fond of the guy. Mostly, Patrick was happy to be away from Ryan and the temptation of pining for him. Not that Patrick could leave his thoughts behind, as he soon figured out. The location change did nothing to prevent him from thinking about Ryan. Patrick wanted him. He wanted him in his life, and in his ass. He reached down slowly, past his meaty, hairy thighs, to lightly tease his own ass. He allowed himself to think about what it might be like to have Ryan inside him...finally. But! He shelved those thoughts and removed his hand from between his legs.

So what? So he wasn't home? You gonna keep being a big baby about it? Fuck, the dude's got a life. He can come and go as he pleases. You act like it was a missed opportunity. But...was it? What if it was? I don't put my ego aside very often, and not for long. What if I go back and I'm just flippant ol' Patrick again? I mean...fuck, can't I control that? Can't I fuckin' swallow my pride for once? You're so fuckin' stupid sometimes, man. So what if Krieg got there first? Is that REALLY stopping you? Jesus...man up. Or...I should say, man up again. Did once, and just cuz Ryan wasn't home, you ran away to Omaha? Without a change of clothes or even a fuckin' toothbrush? Or, you know, you coulda stayed home and gone over in the afternoon. Or hell, send him a text. Give him a call. But no, you had to decide to put too much weight on it...that one supposed chance of reconciliation...it's not over. I still feel the same way. Just...gotta be man enough to keep admitting it to myself...then put my ego aside and tell Ryan how I feel.

Patrick swung his legs over the side of his bed, sitting there naked for some time. He dug his toes into the carpet, looking at them beyond his knees. The TV played some terrible infomercial, which he mostly tuned out. Standing up, Patrick sauntered slowly to the windows, throwing back the curtains. He stood there naked, not really giving a shit if someone could see him. He scratched his barely-trimmed pubic hair and pulled the curtains shut. A certain boredom had crept in. He wanted to have sex, but didn't really want to have to work at it. On top of it all, thoughts of Ryan kept circling his brain.

He cast a glance at the clock - 2:07 AM. He hadn't heard any noises in the hallway in a while. To that end, Patrick decided to have a drink. He'd bought some whiskey on his way to Omaha, and a couple drinks might soothe his mind a little. He grabbed his room card and the ice bucket, knowing that the vending area was just a few doors down. At his own door, he peeked out both ways, seeing absolutely no signs of life, and he stepped into the hallway naked.

Patrick's cock bounced off his thighs as he strutted quickly down the hall. He didn't give one fuck about being seen naked, but he did know it wasn't appropriate, unfortunately. As he rounded the corner into the vending room, he heard some ice drop into a container, indicating someone was in there. It was too late, and a split second later, Patrick could see someone at the ice machine. He did a double take as he realized it was a boy, and the boy was naked!

Patrick briefly ogled the naked ass, perfectly formed and smooth. His cock twitched immediately, as it always did when he saw a twinkish ass in person. The boy turned, also startled, and the sight of the boy's ass was replaced with a view of his cock. It was large, and it was uncut, and-

"Fuckin' Krieg?" Patrick uttered, his mind fully blown.

"P-Patrick?" Krieg asked, equally dumbstruck.

"You lost weight. Why are you naked? Why are you here?" Patrick asked, spitting the question out rapid-fire.

"Why are YOU naked?"

"I'm the naked guy, it's what I do. Why are you here?"

"My band played here tonight." Krieg offered. "Why are YOU here?"

"Long story." Patrick said.

The two silently stared at each other for a few moments, as their cocks began to betray their thoughts about each other.

 

[laptoper]

Really good stuff, thanks

 

[Brian S]

Patrick let go of his ice bucket as he stepped towards Krieg with a determined gait. The bucket clacked against the tile floor as Patrick closed the ten foot gap between them, his partially hard cock bouncing off his hairy thighs. With the weight of his own body, Patrick pushed Krieg against the wall, and at the same time, pressed their mouths together. The kissing started at an aggressive level, with Patrick pushing hard, exploring Krieg's mouth with his tongue. Krieg matched the intensity, welcoming Patrick's tongue into his mouth by sucking on it. Their cocks grew against one another, sandwiched between their naked bodies.

They began it right there in the vending area, Patrick mentally daring anyone to interrupt him. He pushed his hips forward, nearly involuntarily, as he groped Krieg's ass and pulled on Krieg's lips with his own. Krieg was practically enveloped by Patrick's broad, hairy body, especially now with his skinnier frame. His hand searched the man's back, his hips, even his ample ass. Patrick's grunts were frequent and animalistic. Krieg grunted too, but whinier, more passive. Patrick's kissing nearly hurt, and Krieg could swear if the man pushed any harder with his hips, he'd be impaled by his cock.

Neither of them really knew how long their vending area session lasted; it could have been a minute, it could have been five. They didn't expect anyone to walk in at that late hour, but even if they were caught, neither of them would have cared. Their breathing urgent, Patrick began to back away, slowly, Krieg's bottom lip caught between Patrick's teeth. As Patrick pulled further away, the lip slipped from the bite, to settle back into place. At the same time, Patrick grabbed Krieg's wrist and pulled. He led the way, led Krieg down the hall and back to his room, both their erections wagging in the air in front of them.

They were barely inside, the door barely shut, when Patrick pushed down on Krieg's head. He complied, kneeling before Patrick. His knees had barely reached the carpet before Patrick had guided his large cock into Krieg's mouth. Standing just inside the door, Patrick began to thrust, fucking Krieg's mouth while keeping a grip on either side of Krieg's head. His aggression showed as he pushed his fat dick down Krieg's throat. Krieg choked, yet welcomed it. He gave himself fully to Patrick, submitting to him.

Patrick began to fuck Krieg's mouth so hard that the back of Krieg's head began bumping off the wall behind him. Patrick's full, hairy balls slapped Krieg in the chin, as Krieg clenched his hands around Patrick's manly hips. Patrick's bubble butt tensed and released with each thrust, and he really could have gone on for some time like that. Instead, he pulled his cock out of Krieg's mouth, precum and saliva rushing out with it to drip off Krieg's lower lip. He thumped his weighty dick against the boy's face and lips, and for a moment, Krieg suckled on Patrick's hefty balls.

Patrick lifted the boy up easily, and led him to his bed which he practically threw him onto. He dove between Krieg's legs, immediately sucking that 8 inch, uncut cock - longer than his own, but not as fat, not as dense. Patrick drove Krieg wild by sticking his tongue inside his foreskin, which was not quite fully retracted. The sensation made Krieg moan as Patrick swirled his tongue in a circular motion, around and around Krieg's sensitive head. The feeling sent shockwaves through Krieg's body, and he writhed in pleasure as Patrick swallowed more of his cock.

Slurping and sucking on it as if he wanted to detach it from Krieg's body, Patrick swallowed Krieg's cock to the base. Krieg shivered with lust - not many people could take his whole cock in their mouths. Patrick reared up, his wet lips sliding up Krieg's shaft, and past his head. Copious amounts of saliva dripped from Patrick's mouth onto Krieg's cock, and then he plunged the dick back into his mouth again. After more sucking, Patrick slid up the boy's skinny frame, resting their cocks together as he pushed his tongue back into Krieg's mouth. Again, it was urgent, it was aggressive; saliva escaped from between their lips to roll down Krieg's cheek. Patrick humped himself against Krieg aggressively, as if shanking him with a knife, not dry humping him.

Patrick pulled back from the kiss, spit falling from his mouth onto Krieg's face. With a furrowed brow and a slightly spiteful look in his eyes, Patrick growled, "I don't really like you."

"I don't really like you either." Krieg said, nearly defiant.

Patrick's fingers slid up Krieg's torso until they found the barbell in Krieg's nipple. He squeezed. Harder. Krieg's eyes fluttered as he gasped, his breathing labored. Patrick twisted his fingers, feeling Krieg's cock swell against his own. Krieg let out a lustful series of whimpers, and soon Patrick slid his hand further up. His palm rested at the base of Krieg's neck, his thumb on one side, his fingers wrapped around the other side. "I wanna hurt you." Patrick admitted in a malevolent whisper.

"Then fuckin' hurt me. I want you to. I dare you to." Krieg responded, still defiant, still wanting to just give in and let Patrick have his way.

Patrick squeezed Krieg's neck lightly, and only briefly, before sitting back. He grabbed the boy's legs and twisted, indicating that Krieg should roll over. Krieg complied, knowing he would have gotten flipped over one way or the other. He soon felt Patrick's large, manly hands envelop his ass cheeks, lifting and separating. The next sensation was that of Patrick's wet, probing tongue on his asshole. Krieg's ass shuddered with delight and anticipation as Patrick began lapping. His grunts vibrated against his hole, against his taint, up his crack. Krieg whimpered as he pushed his ass back against Patrick's face, his stubble coarse yet erotic.

Patrick slid his tongue up Krieg's crack, to nearly the small of his back. He kissed the boy's ass cheeks, sucking the flesh in between his lips, biting lightly. Biting harder. Harder still, until Krieg yelped. It hurt, but it turned him on. Patrick backed off enough to look at his handiwork - saliva-covered teeth marks, reddish-purple, right on the boy's right ass cheek. He spanked Krieg on the left ass cheek before plunging his mouth into the boy's ass once again.

Krieg whimpered and writhed, feeling his lust was at a fever-pitch. Yet it only increased as Patrick's tongue penetrated his ass. Deep as his tongue would allow, Patrick licked, tongue-fucking Krieg's ass. He reveled in hearing the boy's whimpers, his moans; feeling the boy's ass twitch and shudder. By the time Patrick was done, Krieg's ass was covered in the man's spit and saliva.

Patrick slid up the boy's back, making sure his hard cock pushed against Krieg's ass. Laying his broad, hairy frame squarely on the boy, he began to dry fuck against him. Patrick grabbed a handful of Krieg's dark, moppy hair, and turned the boy's head sideways to nibble on his ear lobe, almost too hard. His other hand slid up and once again wrapped around Krieg's neck. He squeezed harder this time, Krieg feeling the pressure. More saliva fell from between Patrick's sneered lips, onto Krieg's ear and neck. With his lips pressed firmly to Krieg's ear, Patrick growled in a low, breathy voice, "I hate you. I'm gonna fuck you."

"Hate fuck me. Make it hurt." Krieg moaned, his voice weakened by Patrick's grip on his neck. Patrick squeezed even tighter, Krieg's airway nearly blocked. The veins in his skinny neck protruded as Patrick clenched it. Krieg could barely manage to say, "Fuck...me...hard."

At once, Patrick relinquished his grip and air returned to Krieg's lungs with a mighty gasp. His eyesight focused again, as the swelling in his veins dissipated. "Aaaahhhnnnnggh!" Krieg moaned, taking deep breaths once more. He barely recouped from that before he felt his body being flipped back around. Onto his back he crashed, and his legs were being lifted by Patrick's manly arms. Patrick slid his forearm into the backs of Kreig's knees, lifting his legs up into the air. With his left hand, Patrick smeared lube on the boy's exposed ass, then he worked some onto his cock.

He hooked Krieg's legs over his broad shoulders and guided his cock head to Krieg's ass. Once his head made contact with the hole, waves of pleasure shot through both of them. Krieg looked up at Patrick, feeling as though, if he could, Patrick was about to fuck him to death. The sneer was plasted across Patrick's face, a combination of lust and disgust. His manly arms practically held him down; Krieg couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

 

[Brian S]

The head pierced his ass, and while Patrick began a satisfied moan, Krieg whined. It hurt. To his credit, Patrick began to push slowly, taking visual cues from Krieg's contorted face. He wasn't going to rush it, as much as he wanted to.

"Thought you were gonna make it hurt?" Krieg asked, adding, "You piece of shit."

"It doesn't?" Patrick asked, knowing better.

"Nah." Krieg lied. "I thought you had a big, fat cock. I thought you fucked hard."

"Not even in yet, you fucking idiot."

"Then fucking put it in. NOW."

"You don't want that."

"Yes I do. Put your fuckin' cock in me right now. Or I'll write a song about how fucking lame you are in bed."

Patrick still didn't take the bait, not yet. He pushed slowly, but Krieg wasn't having it.

Surprising even himself, Krieg slapped Patrick square in the cheek and spat, "No wonder Ryan came to me first."

That was enough. Patrick shoved, hard. Really hard. As Krieg let out an unholy sound, that of gasping, of pain, of whining and pleasure, Patrick shoved his entire cock up Krieg's ass in one, forceful motion.

"Is that what you wanted?" Patrick asked, growling.

"Yesssss..." Krieg whined, panting as fast as he ever had, his ass throbbing in pain. His body writhed of its own accord, trying to escape the source that was hurting it. But it was too late, of course, Patrick was inside. Krieg's cock went soft faster than it ever had, recoiling from the pain. Patrick began to thrust. Hard.

He usually picked up steam, momentum, until he was fucking as hard as he could fuck. Now, with Krieg, Patrick started at nearly his full thrusting capability. He rammed his hips firmly against the boy's ass, slapping noises emanating into the room. Krieg looked as though he might be split in two at any moment.

"How does my big fat cock feel, you whiny little shit?" Patrick growled, his balls slamming against Krieg's ass with each thrust. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes..." Krieg whined.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes. Yes! Fuck me!" Krieg begged.

Patrick looked down at Krieg's face, which was not displaying a look of pleasure. It looked pained, submissive. Likewise, Patrick's face didn't seem as though he was enjoying himself either. To Krieg, he looked mean, angry, hateful. He doubled Krieg over, the boy's head knocking into the headboard, which in turn knocked against the wall. The bed squeaked with each thrust, drowned out only by Krieg's incessant whining.

As it began to feel good, Krieg's cock stiffened once more, sandwiched between his stomach and Patrick's undulating torso. He looked up at Patrick, at his sweaty, hairy chest. The man was taking him, claiming him, just as Krieg wanted. Suddenly, Patrick pulled back on Krieg's hair, cocking his head to the side, and then spat on Krieg's face.

"Finally found what you're good for." Patrick snarled. "Ass is tight...too bad it's attached to the rest of ya."

"That's...ungh...how I feel...ungh...about your cock. It's...ungh...no wonder you...ungh...use it as a substitute for...ungh...a personality."

"Your little boyfriend Lance? He lives with me. I fuck him on the daily. Twice a day. Three times a day. He begs for this cock."

"L-Lance? Lives with...ungh...you now?"

"Oh you bet your tight ass he does." Patrick said, as a knock at the door sounded through the room. "I dick his hot ass down all the fucking time."

Another knock, urgent.

"Y-you're lying." Krieg moaned.

"How would I know he's not with the band anymore, dipshit?" Patrick asked as yet another knock sounded at the door. Patrick kept thrusting, until there was a fourth knock followed by a "Hello?"

"Jesus fucking Christ." Patrick yanked his cock out of Krieg's ass and stomped to the door, his hard dick wagging to and fro in front of him. Flinging it wide open, he said, "Yes?"

The male front desk clerk jumped and winced slightly at the sight of Patrick's naked, heaving body and firm erection pointed right at him. "I uh...I uh..."

"Well spit it out." Patrick said, impatient.

"I got a noise complaint." the man said, quickly. He looked beyond Patrick to see Krieg lying on the bed, naked and also hard.

"We're fucking." Patrick sneered.

"Is...is...that..." the man stammered.

"He's fucking me!" Krieg yelped, his voice urgent and annoyed.

"I uh...ok...I uh...I'm sorry, I-"

"Unless you wanna join in, I'ma get back to it." Patrick said, nodding once backwards at Krieg.

"Just, ok...just...maybe try to keep it down." the man stammered.

"Unlikely." Patrick said, shutting the door in the man's face. "Now where was I?" he growled, walking with determination back towards the bed.

 

[Brian S]

"You were giving me the fuck of a lifetime." Krieg moaned.

"Oh yeah...that's right." Patrick played along. Instead of getting on the bed, Patrick yanked Krieg by the ankles. He dragged the small frame towards him, down the bed, twisting him at the last minute to flip him over. Krieg presented his ass to Patrick, bracing himself up on his knees and forearms. Patrick thumbed the reddened bite mark he'd left on Krieg's ass before he guided his cock into him again. He pushed with one motion, and began to fuck, not missing a beat.

"Unnnh!" Krieg moaned again. "Fuck me!"

"Shoulda been doing this all along so I didn't have to look at your stupid fucking face." Patrick growled, slamming his hips against Krieg's ass. Somehow, Patrick was even rougher than before. His hips smacked that ass with a force that made even Patrick proud. Krieg whined with pleasure.

"You like my fat cock?" Patrick asked.

"It's the only thing I like about you." Krieg muttered.

Patrick spat on Krieg's back and reached forward to yank on Krieg's hair, pulling his head back. "You're nothing but a hole to me." he growled.

The bed continued to rock, as Patrick stood, legs open, fucking Krieg in the ass. His legs were as tensed as his manly ass, and his large hands pulled Krieg by the waist, slamming the boy onto his cock. They lost themselves in their mutual distaste for one another.

Patrick began snarling, growling even more, as beads of sweat rolled down his back and over his ass. His chest was drenched, the hair matted in places. He looked down, catching glimpses of the base of his cock sliding in and out of Krieg, his dark pubic hair nestling against the smooth ass he was fucking. Patrick knew he was growing close, as much as he didn't want to cum yet. He'd been fucking for an incredible amount of time, though, even for him.

As Krieg wailed and whined, Patrick's grip on the boy's petite hips grew tighter, tighter. He fucked with pure abandon, losing himself slightly in the sounds of the rhythmic slap. His brow was furrowed, his lips snarled, and he let out a deep, growling moan through gritted teeth. When he felt it coming, Patrick exclaimed, "FUUUUUUCK!", saliva involuntarily spraying out onto Krieg's back. Patrick pushed forward, hard, so hard he knocked Krieg forward, off balance. Krieg's legs slipped out from under him, dangled over the edge of the bed as he came to a crash on his stomach and face. Patrick came with, one foot still on the floor, but his right knee on the bed, pushing against the back of Krieg's thigh. His cock remained in Krieg's ass as he came, growling, pushing some more, unloading into the boy.

Patrick continued to thrust and groan, letting his saliva fall where it may. He pushed down on Krieg's head, burying his face against the mattress as his cock fired shot after relieved shot. Krieg could feel it pulsing inside him, throbbing, Patrick's balls square against his taint.

"Unggghhhh!" Patrick shuddered, thrusting hard, just once. His cock had stopped firing, but Patrick wasn't ready to stop fucking. He thrust again, hard. And again. And again, slightly lengthy breaks between each push. Patrick kept it up, holding Krieg in place, until he felt a full body spasm. "Nnnngggffff!" he growled, his manly sound giving way to deep breaths. He left his aching, throbbing cock inside Krieg's ass for a few moments, catching his breath. He soon pulled three quarters of the way out, but then slammed it home one last time.

"Unh!" Krieg whined, feeling the cock reach its limits inside him yet again. His ass tingled, his ass hurt. It was filled to the brim with Patrick's girthy cock, as well as his thick load. At once, the sensation changed as Patrick pulled out of him entirely.

Patrick stood long enough to whip Krieg around. Krieg's aching ass was on the very edge of the bed, his knees bent with his feet flat on the floor. Patrick knelt beside him, his cock still hard, sticky, throbbing. It loomed over Krieg's skinny frame. Patrick took hold of Krieg's hard cock with his left hand, and Krieg's neck with his right hand. He squeezed both. Krieg gasped as Patrick began jacking his uncut cock.

"Better hope you cum fast." Patrick urged, squeezing Krieg's neck a bit tighter. He didn't specifically say it, but the threat was there. Krieg briefly wondered if Patrick would actually choke him out? Patrick stroked Krieg's cock quickly, feeling the precum rolling out of it. His face looked mean, determined, as if to say, "Cum or choke to death."

Krieg's breathing became shallow, and his whines quieter. As Patrick tightened his grip, Krieg could no longer make noise. His eyes lolled in his head and he entered a slight state of delirium, focused solely on the pleasure Patrick was giving his cock. The veins in his neck bulged as the pressure mounted in his head.

At once, Krieg came...he knew he was coming. He could feel his dick firing, could feel the cum splattering on his body, could see the face Patrick was making about it. Yet, no noise came out of his mouth. No sounds escaped his clenched teeth. Suddenly, the pressure changed as Patrick let go of his neck. Air and blood began flowing again, and Krieg's euphoria caused him to cum even harder.

"Guuhh-haaaahhhh!" Krieg yelled, able to breath again, as his own cum splattered his face. Patrick finished jerking him off, and then practically tossed his hard cock aside as he stood up off the bed. Krieg breathed deeply, catching his breath, feeling his cum rolling down his body, feeling his cock throb. Patrick sauntered naked across the room without a word, lighting a cigarette.

 

[Sailingbear]

Damn, that was intense.

 

[laptoper]

Holy fucking hell, that was awesome. Glad you partially took up my suggestion. Absolutely fucking sensational!

 

[godard]

Wow!
Favorite line: "We're fucking!" Patrick sneered.

"You were giving me the fuck of a lifetime." Krieg moaned.

"Oh yeah...that's right." Patrick played along. Instead of getting on the bed, Patrick yanked Krieg by the ankles. He dragged the small frame towards him, down the bed, twisting him at the last minute to flip him over. Krieg presented his ass to Patrick, bracing himself up on his knees and forearms. Patrick thumbed the reddened bite mark he'd left on Krieg's ass before he guided his cock into him again. He pushed with one motion, and began to fuck, not missing a beat.

"Unnnh!" Krieg moaned again. "Fuck me!"

"Shoulda been doing this all along so I didn't have to look at your stupid fucking face." Patrick growled, slamming his hips against Krieg's ass. Somehow, Patrick was even rougher than before. His hips smacked that ass with a force that made even Patrick proud. Krieg whined with pleasure.

"You like my fat cock?" Patrick asked.

"It's the only thing I like about you." Krieg muttered.

Patrick spat on Krieg's back and reached forward to yank on Krieg's hair, pulling his head back. "You're nothing but a hole to me." he growled.

The bed continued to rock, as Patrick stood, legs open, fucking Krieg in the ass. His legs were as tensed as his manly ass, and his large hands pulled Krieg by the waist, slamming the boy onto his cock. They lost themselves in their mutual distaste for one another.

Patrick began snarling, growling even more, as beads of sweat rolled down his back and over his ass. His chest was drenched, the hair matted in places. He looked down, catching glimpses of the base of his cock sliding in and out of Krieg, his dark pubic hair nestling against the smooth ass he was fucking. Patrick knew he was growing close, as much as he didn't want to cum yet. He'd been fucking for an incredible amount of time, though, even for him.

As Krieg wailed and whined, Patrick's grip on the boy's petite hips grew tighter, tighter. He fucked with pure abandon, losing himself slightly in the sounds of the rhythmic slap. His brow was furrowed, his lips snarled, and he let out a deep, growling moan through gritted teeth. When he felt it coming, Patrick exclaimed, "FUUUUUUCK!", saliva involuntarily spraying out onto Krieg's back. Patrick pushed forward, hard, so hard he knocked Krieg forward, off balance. Krieg's legs slipped out from under him, dangled over the edge of the bed as he came to a crash on his stomach and face. Patrick came with, one foot still on the floor, but his right knee on the bed, pushing against the back of Krieg's thigh. His cock remained in Krieg's ass as he came, growling, pushing some more, unloading into the boy.

Patrick continued to thrust and groan, letting his saliva fall where it may. He pushed down on Krieg's head, burying his face against the mattress as his cock fired shot after relieved shot. Krieg could feel it pulsing inside him, throbbing, Patrick's balls square against his taint.

"Unggghhhh!" Patrick shuddered, thrusting hard, just once. His cock had stopped firing, but Patrick wasn't ready to stop fucking. He thrust again, hard. And again. And again, slightly lengthy breaks between each push. Patrick kept it up, holding Krieg in place, until he felt a full body spasm. "Nnnngggffff!" he growled, his manly sound giving way to deep breaths. He left his aching, throbbing cock inside Krieg's ass for a few moments, catching his breath. He soon pulled three quarters of the way out, but then slammed it home one last time.

"Unh!" Krieg whined, feeling the cock reach its limits inside him yet again. His ass tingled, his ass hurt. It was filled to the brim with Patrick's girthy cock, as well as his thick load. At once, the sensation changed as Patrick pulled out of him entirely.

Patrick stood long enough to whip Krieg around. Krieg's aching ass was on the very edge of the bed, his knees bent with his feet flat on the floor. Patrick knelt beside him, his cock still hard, sticky, throbbing. It loomed over Krieg's skinny frame. Patrick took hold of Krieg's hard cock with his left hand, and Krieg's neck with his right hand. He squeezed both. Krieg gasped as Patrick began jacking his uncut cock.

"Better hope you cum fast." Patrick urged, squeezing Krieg's neck a bit tighter. He didn't specifically say it, but the threat was there. Krieg briefly wondered if Patrick would actually choke him out? Patrick stroked Krieg's cock quickly, feeling the precum rolling out of it. His face looked mean, determined, as if to say, "Cum or choke to death."

Krieg's breathing became shallow, and his whines quieter. As Patrick tightened his grip, Krieg could no longer make noise. His eyes lolled in his head and he entered a slight state of delirium, focused solely on the pleasure Patrick was giving his cock. The veins in his neck bulged as the pressure mounted in his head.

At once, Krieg came...he knew he was coming. He could feel his dick firing, could feel the cum splattering on his body, could see the face Patrick was making about it. Yet, no noise came out of his mouth. No sounds escaped his clenched teeth. Suddenly, the pressure changed as Patrick let go of his neck. Air and blood began flowing again, and Krieg's euphoria caused him to cum even harder.

"Guuhh-haaaahhhh!" Krieg yelled, able to breath again, as his own cum splattered his face. Patrick finished jerking him off, and then practically tossed his hard cock aside as he stood up off the bed. Krieg breathed deeply, catching his breath, feeling his cum rolling down his body, feeling his cock throb. Patrick sauntered naked across the room without a word, lighting a cigarette.

 

[laptoper]

The Patrick/Kreig chapters made me late for work . I couldn't stop reading them

 

[undrwrtop]

Wow!! That was an intense awesome fuck. Had me leaking like a faucet

 

[Brian S]

"What the fuck was that?" Patrick asked, inhaling.

Krieg, still panting, sat upright. Slightly dizzy from...everything...he placed his head in his hands until the loopy feeling subsided. "You fucked me." he said, casually. His legs wobbled as he tried to stand, his cock still raging hard in front of him.

"Where did you ever pick up that fucking kink?" Patrick wanted to know.

"Just now. With you." Krieg replied, casually, as he ambled for a towel.

"What do you mean, just now, with me?"

"What are you, dense? I said what I said." Krieg responded.

"You're a mouthy little shit."

"And you're a fucking egomaniac."

"Takes one to know one, kid." Patrick shrugged.

Krieg began wiping himself with a hotel towel, finally sauntering over to light his own smoke.

"You like getting choked out while you get fucked?" Patrick surmised.

"Never been choked like that." Krieg took a drag off his cig and then exhaled the smoke. "Never been fucked either."

"Wait, what?"

"Whatta ya got, mashed potatoes in there? I said I'd never been fucked before."

"Are you fuckin' shitting me?" Patrick asked, serious.

"No. That was my first time."

"Are you fucking...are you fucking out of your goddamn mind?" Patrick yelled.

"What?!?" Krieg asked, impatiently.

"That? What we just did? That was you losing your virginity?" Patrick demanded to know.

"Yeah, so what? Seems like we both had a good time." Krieg shrugged.

"I had a fucking GREAT time. That's not the issue."

"Then what is the issue? Because, honestly, this conversation's getting boring." Krieg said, mocking a yawn.

"I wouldn't have fucked you like that. That rough? That hard? I never would have shoved...oh Jesus, kid." Patrick began pacing in a circle.

"I wanted it." Krieg shrugged.

"Yeah, well, sometimes we don't always want what's best for us." Patrick warned. "That was...that was abusive. It was practically rape!"

"Again, I wanted it. I told you to do it. It wasn't rapey."

"You know what I mean. Goddamnit, I...I..."

"You hate me?" Krieg asked.

Patrick sighed, his chest heaving. "No. No, I don't hate you."

"So you wouldn't have choked me to death if I didn't cum first?" Krieg laughed.

"Jesus Christ, NO! I knew what I was doing." Patrick was nearly indignant.

"I was just trying to make a joke."

"Jokes are supposed to be funny, you skinny little runt." Patrick stopped to take in the sight of Krieg's body again, then added, "Why are you so skinny?" He knew the answer; Lance had filled him in completely on Krieg's behavior. Patrick wanted him to admit to it.

"I'm not THAT skinny." Krieg said, and although he shrugged casually, the defensiveness came through in his voice.

"You're pretty fuckin' skinny, kid."

"What did I ever do to you to make you not like me?" Krieg asked, lighting another cigarette.

Patrick sighed and slumped into an armchair, also lighting a second smoke. "I didn't like the way you reacted to catching Lance and I together. Not for my sake, but for his."

"In my defense, I didn't even know Lance liked guys..." Krieg responded.

"You didn't?" Patrick asked sarcastically. "Even with all the stuff going on between you two?"

"I mean...I knew there was something there, but...I walked in on him getting his ass rammed by a stranger, in my bed. I did react poorly, but I was shocked."

"Fair enough. Course...then the Ryan thing happened..." Patrick said, not finishing his statement. "Basically, I thought you were a narcissistic shit with too big an ego. Thought you used your looks and your big dick to get by in life." Patrick shrugged.

"Same, dude..." Krieg uttered.

"Yeah, I mean...ya ain't wrong." Patrick said. "Maybe we're...a lot more like each other than we realized."

 

[Brian S]

Patrick awoke slowly, several hours later, to having his cock stroked. Krieg had spent the night, almost by default, and now the boy was playing with him again. It was nearly 10 AM before either of them stirred, and when Krieg had woken up, he'd found himself nestled against Patrick's warm, hairy body. One of the first things he saw when he opened his eyes was Patrick's raging cock, so he decided to touch it.

"Mmph. Morning." Patrick muttered.

"Morning." Krieg returned, already grinning from ear to ear as he lightly caressed Patrick's cock.

"That's a great way to wake up." Patrick chuckled, yawning and stretching a bit.

"I'm horny." Krieg admitted, pushing his own hard cock against Patrick's hip.

"I can tell."

Krieg rolled onto Patrick, straddling him, pushing his ass against Patrick's hard dick. Leaning down, Krieg kissed him. Patrick's breath was all cigarettes and booze, but Krieg didn't care. He figured his probably wasn't much better. Their lips pressed together, much more softly than the night before. Krieg made his intentions clear by repeatedly undulating his ass against Patrick's cock.

"Will you fuck me again?" Krieg purred, leaning in for another kiss.

"I'll always fuck a guy who wants it. You sure you're ready for round 2?" Patrick asked.

"No, but yes. Maybe it doesn't have to be quite so...much." Krieg laughed.

"Agreed." Patrick said.

The two kissed some more while Patrick's hands slid down Krieg's back, reaching down to grope his ass.

"I don't have much time. We're supposed to go back to Chicago today."

"Then let's get this cock in your ass." Patrick urged, pushing himself against Krieg.

Krieg leaned over for the lube, spreading some on his own ass first, and then pouring a little on Patrick's dick.

"More." Patrick urged. "That's not enough."

Krieg poured more onto Patrick's cock and reached behind himself to work it in. Patrick nodded, satisfied.

"Just for the record, you shouldn't let someone fuck you like I fucked you last night."

"I liked it like that."

"Let me rephrase." Patrick said, feeling Krieg's hand guiding his cock around behind his ass. "Kinks and roughness are fine...I'm talking insertion."

"Yeah that was...that was wild. That was a mistake." Krieg laughed.

"Good to hear it. It hurts for a reason. And if it hurts, you need to listen to your body. Can't just be pushing stuff in there like that."

"Trust me, that hurt enough that I learned my lesson." Krieg said, still trying to find his hole with Patrick's head. Patrick reached down to help. "Part of the reason I wanna do it again." Krieg smiled.

"There. There's your hole." Patrick said, holding his own hard cock against Krieg's ass. "You're in control. Sit back on it, take it as slow as you need."

Krieg pushed back, too quickly at first. Patrick's head pushed its way inside the boy's ass, and he winced.

"Slower." Patrick urged.

Krieg stayed still, not backing off it, but not settling down onto it any further either. He was already panting, and he could feel his cock softening some. Once it felt ok, Krieg settled back a little more. Patrick let go of his cock and let his hands rest on either of Krieg's legs. "Just slowly slide back." he said again.

Krieg sat back, slowly, slowly, whimpering as he felt Patrick's fat cock pushing its way through him. Patrick too let out a few moans; it was tight, it felt great.

It took some time and effort, but at long last, Krieg settled fully down on Patrick's cock. "Unhh...it feels so weird. I feel so...full."

"It feels great." Patrick said, grinning.

Krieg began to undulate slowly, raising and lowering himself on Patrick's cock. It still felt uncomfortable, but it wasn't the searing pain from the night before. And soon enough, it started to feel good. Really good.

"Unhhhh...oh God, Patrick." Krieg moaned as he began to bounce harder. "Ohhh fuck."

"Yeah it feels great, man." Patrick groaned, holding Krieg's legs tightly at the thigh. Krieg's cock hadn't gone totally soft, but was now reversing direction altogether, growing again. Soon enough, his full 8 inches were thumping off of Patrick's hairy torso.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Krieg moaned. "I'm sorry I slapped you."

"It's ok. It was kinda hot. Not saying we should do it again, but..." Patrick responded. "Sorry I treated you like a piece of shit."

"It's ok. It's what I wanted...last night, anyway." Krieg whined, bouncing on Patrick's hard cock.

"It's what I wanted too. We had shit to work out."

Krieg simply nodded, fully agreeing with Patrick. They both indulged in their mutual dislike for one another the night before. Each of them knew that their first time together could only go one way.

Patrick groped Krieg's dick, stroking it. "You do have a pretty great cock." he said.

"So do...unh...you." Krieg smiled.

 

[Brian S]

Zack's cock was hard when he wandered into Ian's bedroom. Ian, having just woken up, smiled and giggled.

"Well THAT'S a sight first thing in the morning." he chuckled.

Zack smiled, but that's all the response he gave. He threw Ian's covers back and crawled onto the bed, between Ian's legs. He could see his buddy was partially hard himself, and Zack pushed his hard cock against Ian's semi as he laid on top of his buddy. The kissing began immediately, as the two swapped spit and rubbed their tongues together. Zack humped against Ian, and he soon felt Ian's hands gripping his ass cheeks.

Ian's cock grew stiff quickly, and the two rolled over so Ian could be on top. The urgency swelled within them, and Ian began kissing Zack's neck, nibbling on his ear lobe. "I like you so much." Ian whispered.

"I like you too, dude." Zack returned. "You make me feel so good."

"Fuck, it's so weird to say, but...you turn me on so much." Ian admitted. He began kissing Zack's neck some more, working his way down to Zack's chest. He felt Zack's cock swell against him as he began to lick and nibble on Zack's nipple. Zack clenched Ian's head momentarily, holding his buddy's face at his pec.

"Fuck...you really know how to do that..." Zack moaned.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, dude. Perfect amount...not too soft, not too hard. Unfff...it drives me crazy, bro."

"I love driving you crazy." Ian admitted, flicking his tongue against Zack's nipple again. Ian worked his way down Zack's body, slowly, kissing and licking his abs, his belly button. At first, he avoided Zack's erection by kissing Zack's hip, to the side, and down his leg. As he kissed Zack's thigh, his buddy's balls were squarely on his forehead. He worked upward, slowly, and soon enough, Ian's lips and tongue met Zack's balls.

"Oh fuck, dude!" Zack gasped. Ian lapped and suckled, afraid that that was going to be a moment of truth for him. What if he didn't like it? What if it turned him off? Turned out, he needn't have worried. Lust took over; the urge to please his best buddy grew stronger inside him. Sticking his tongue out, he slid it slowly up the underside of Zack's shaft. "Fuuuuuck." Zack moaned. It felt good, to be sure, but most of Zack's pleasure at the moment came from the sheer idea that Ian was down there, that he was doing that.

When Ian got to the top of Zack's cock, he moved his mouth momentarily. He held Zack's cock upright, looking at it as he stroked it slowly. "I've never done this before." he said.

"I know. It's all right, man. This is what this is all about, right?" Zack pointed out. "You don't have to if you don't wanna."

"No, I want to. It's just...I know I'm not gonna be very good."

"Trust me, dude. I don't wanna sound cheesy and gay, but...it's gonna feel good to me cuz you're the one doing it."

"Yeah?" Ian asked.

"Dude, it's driving me nuts just seeing your face by it." Zack chuckled, looking down his own torso at Ian.

Bolstered by Zack's admission, Ian leaned closer to his dick. "I'm afraid I won't like it."

"If you don't, then stop." Zack shrugged.

Ian smiled, bringing his face even closer to Zack's erection. Sticking his tongue out, he made contact with Zack's cock. He was right at the frenulum, just under the head. The sensation felt great to Zack, and he sighed while his cock swelled in Ian's hand. Ian began to lick there, flicking his tongue quickly against that sensitive spot.

"Unhhh...fuuuuck." Zack moaned, his body twitching some. He brought his hand gently down onto Ian's shoulder.

Ian kissed that spot, then dragged his tongue down Zack's shaft again, to where it met his balls, then back up. He kissed Zack's swollen head and began to swirl his tongue around it. Zack's moaning and the constant swelling of his cock urged Ian further. Parting his lips wider, he pushed his mouth down around Zack's head.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh..." Zack moaned. Ian sucked on just Zack's head for a moment, until he pushed further down the shaft. His fears of disliking it quickly dissipated, and he found himself wildly turned on that he had Zack's cock in his mouth. He tried to swallow it whole, gagging himself. The two shared a laugh over it, but soon Ian was suckling on Zack's cock once again.

"I take it you don't hate it." Zack smiled.

"Mm-mm." Ian moaned, Zack's cock in his mouth, indicating that he did not, in fact, hate it.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg came, hard. He was still riding Patrick's cock, and Patrick had been jerking his. With loud, whiny moans, Krieg spurted across Patrick's manly chest, his load catching in the hair on his pecs. He shot further, hitting Patrick in the face, spraying the pillow, the sheets.

"Me too!" Patrick growled, and he too began to shoot. His load was emptying out into Krieg's ass, his cock pulsing and throbbing. He was surprised at how hard he came, considering he wasn't used to being so passive about his own orgasms. He was used to fucking, to taking things at his speed. He found it to be a delightful departure from the norm.

As the two moaned and whined, their orgasms reached their peaks and they began to pant. Krieg stayed impaled on Patrick's cock for a few moments, looking at his own load on Patrick's heaving chest. "I came fuckin' everywhere." he laughed.

"Yeah you did." Patrick smiled.

Krieg slowly lifted himself off of Patrick, his legs weakened. They both moaned slightly as Patrick's cock slid out of Krieg's ass, and soon enough, Krieg was standing beside the bed. "Fuck, that was great." he purred, ambling over for a cigarette.

Patrick got up too, first using a towel to clean Krieg's cum off him, then lighting his own cigarette. His still-hard cock glistened and throbbed in front of his naked body, as did Krieg's. "I'm glad this happened." Patrick offered, continuing to show Krieg a side of him that few people knew.

"Me too." Krieg smiled, groping the base of his aching cock. "Are you going to tell Ryan?"

"Well we don't really talk anymore, but...if we do start talking again, then...yeah, probably."

Krieg brought his cigarette to his lips, and Patrick noticed the shakiness of Krieg's hand. In fact, the boy looked kind of ill, and suddenly he had the sniffles.

"You okay?" Patrick asked, knowing the score. He knew what was happening to Krieg.

"Yeah, I...I just haven't eaten in a while. Kinda shaky." he laughed, lying. Well, he wasn't actually lying about not having eaten in a while, just about the cause of his shakiness.

"I see." Patrick said, not fooled one bit.

"Hey, what time is it?" Krieg asked suddenly.

Bumping his phone awake, Patrick looked at the screen and said, "10:48."

"FUCK. We were supposed to leave at 10:30. I gotta go, I'm sorry." Krieg began rushing around looking for his things.

"You don't have any clothes." Patrick pointed out.

"Fuck fuck fuck. It's too...busy. I can't go to my room like this."

"You got your key card, yeah?"

"Yeah. That's ALL I had." Krieg laughed.

Patrick pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and said he'd go grab Krieg some clothes. Stepping out into the hallway, he saw that Krieg was right - people were leaving, housekeeping was around. Someone was picking up their ice buckets in the vending area. He passed an angry-looking, short, blonde boy who was on his phone complaining. The guy had given Patrick a once-over, no doubt because Patrick's cock was flopping wildly in his shorts.

Patrick got to the room Krieg said was his, and he inserted the key card. As he pushed into the room, he noticed that angry guy stop, mid-hallway, and he turned to watch Patrick. Patrick let himself in and the door didn't have time to shut before that guy followed him in.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man asked.

"Jesus Christ, who the fuck are you?" Patrick asked.

"Do you know Krieg?"

"You could say that." Patrick shrugged, rooting around for some clothes.

"Do you know where he is?"

"So...who are you again?" Patrick asked, trying to keep his cool.

"I'm Dog. I'm part of his band."

"Dog?!?"

"Doug, actually, but that name ain't exactly punk, ya know?" Dog couldn't help but check out Patrick; his broad, hairy chest, and what seemed to be a large cock banging around in those light blue shorts. "Anyway, where is he?"

"He's in my room. I'm getting him some clothes."

"Why doesn't he have any clothes?" Dog asked.

"We ran into each other in the vending area. He was getting ice."

"He was just roaming around naked?"

"I wouldn't say roaming, I would say he was getting ice." Patrick chuckled.

"And then he just hooked up with a complete stranger." Dog snipped, shaking his head.

"Not exactly. We knew each other. From back when he lived in Nebraska." Patrick found some shorts and a t-shirt, and began to leave the room. Dog followed, quickly on Patrick's heels.

They got to Patrick's room and Dog pushed his way inside to see Krieg, slumped in an armchair, naked, smoking a cigarette.

"I know, I know, I know." Krieg said immediately. "Patrick's bringing me clothes."

"Dude, we were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago! And that was already pushing it!" Dog chided.

"I know, okay? It's seven hours, we can make up 20 minutes." Krieg took his clothes from Patrick's outstretched hand, and stood to get dressed.

"It's just...the lack of any semblance of responsibility, dude. And you look like shit."

"Semblance." Krieg said, sarcastically pointing out Dog's word usage.

Once he'd lit a smoke, Patrick casually pulled his shorts off, getting naked.

"Jesus." Dog uttered, entirely impressed with Patrick.

"See? That's why I'm running late." Krieg laughed.

"Just...hurry up, ok?" Dog said, unable to peel his eyes off of Patrick's nudity. "Everyone's in the van, I'll go tell them you're coming. But hurry."

"Yeah, yeah." Krieg said, dismissing Dog.

Dog backed up, slowly heading towards the door. If he wasn't so mad at Krieg's irresponsible attitude, he could see why Krieg was late. He swore he could feel his ass shiver at the sight of Patrick's cock. "Uh...nice to meet you, man." he said, before dipping out of the room. Patrick merely chuckled; he often had that effect on men.

Once Krieg was dressed, he began rushing toward the door, but he didn't leave without saying a proper goodbye. "Thanks, man. I really did have a great time." he said to Patrick, who'd followed him.

"Me too."

The two kissed briefly and Patrick swatted Krieg's ass before saying, "You better get."

"Yeah." Krieg agreed, sounding almost like he didn't want to go. But he did turn to open the door.

"And hey. I ain't your dad...I ain't your keeper, but...take it easy on the nose candy, k?"

Krieg only responded with a half smile, knowing that he couldn't hold up that end of the bargain. The door shut behind him and he hurried down the hall to his room, letting himself in. The first thing he did, before even gathering up his clothes or toiletries, was to bend over for a couple bumps. He felt like shit, he felt shaky, he felt like he might throw up. But as the powder entered his nostril, he felt like he'd be rejuvenated soon enough.

 

[william1]

wow Brian you are back on full form with some just fabulous tales of the crowd, particularly Ian and Zack's build up slowly, then Ryans hard fuck with Krieg who normally fucks like a right tom boy !! I am so addicted to this story xxx

 

[Brian S]

Ian continued to suckle on Zack's cock. He could take about half of it easily before he started to choke. Ian swirled his tongue around it as the shaft glided between his wet lips. Saliva had begun to run down Zack's cock, nestling into his trimmed pubic hair. Ian wasn't that great at sucking cock - yet - but what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. It didn't matter much to Zack anyway; simply having his buddy's lips around his cock was more than enough to drive him wild.

His jaw growing weary, Ian stopped and began to kiss up Zack's body. Over his buddy's abs, he dragged his lips, up to his pecs, his nipple, until finally their lips met again in an urgent kiss.

"How was it?" Ian asked.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Zack panted, grinning from ear to ear. He planted a kiss on Ian's lips for emphasis.

"Really?" Ian asked, doubting himself.

"A little toothy at times...got a little work ahead of ya, but...it still felt fucking incredible, man." Zack said, kissing Ian again.

"I...I loved it." Ian admitted. "I loved having your dick in my mouth."

"I loved it too. It felt so good, knowing it was your lips..." Zack said softly, as he lightly traced Ian's lips with his thumb. They kissed briefly again, and Zack rolled Ian onto his back. Zack began to kiss Ian's body now, down his neck, to his chest. Zack's tongue flicked against Ian's nipple, only his were surrounded by dark chest hair. Zack kissed his buddy's pecs, the sensation of chest hair new to his lips, but not unfavorable. At least, not when it was Ian's.

He worked his way down to Ian's pubic hair; trimmed, but fuller than his own. Ian's hard cock pressed against Zack's face and Zack didn't want to waste any more time. He was also unsure as to whether he would like sucking Ian's cock. He knew what his gut told him, but would the fantasy be different in practice? Zack couldn't dwell on it for too long, out of fear he'd change his mind. And so, he grabbed Ian's cock and plunged his mouth around it in one quick maneuver.

"Unnhhh!" Ian moaned. His cock swelled in Zack's mouth. Zack had taken about half of Ian's dick, and he began to swirl his tongue around it, like Ian had done for him. He flicked against the sensitive frenulum, showing Ian just what that felt like. Ian gasped, writhed, and whimpered a bit. He looked down at his roommate, his best friend, his buddy, with his lips fully encircling his cock, and had never felt more turned on in his life.

Holding the base of Ian's cock, Zack began to bob on it. He'd never sucked a dick before either, but somehow, it came slightly more naturally to him than it had to Ian. Sure he gagged on it once in a while and occasionally bumped it against his teeth, but pound for pound, Zack was a better cocksucker than Ian was, at least for now.

"Ohhhhh it feels good, man!" Ian moaned.

Zack removed his mouth only temporarily, to exclaim, "I fuckin' love this." He plunged Ian's cock back in his mouth and began to suck it again. Ian trembled with delight as his cock expelled a sizable amount of precum. Zack tasted it; it didn't faze him. In fact, it spurred him to keep going.

After a few moments, Zack kissed down Ian's shaft to suckle on his buddy's balls. Ian gasped with pleasure as he felt Zack's warm, wet breath on his sack, followed by his tongue and lips. "Fuuuuck, man!" Ian whined. The ball suckling lasted a brief amount of time, as Zack was eager to get that cock back in his mouth. He plunged it back in, Ian moaning, and he began to suck it. Again, he tasted Ian's precum, and again it only made him want to do better. He slipped his mouth down Ian's cock, further, taking more of it, inch by inch. Finally, his top lip nudged Ian's pubic hair, and Ian gasped in pleasure, bringing his hand down onto the back of Zack's head.

Deepthroating Ian didn't come without error; Zack choked a little and had to back up a bit. His teeth had knocked into Ian's shaft once or twice. But overall, it came to him much more easily than Zack had anticipated. This was suddenly Zack's favorite thing. Sucking Ian's cock wasn't just "ok", it was a pleasure. Zack had never felt so horny, so turned on, in his life. Not with girls, anyway. The other experiences with Ian came close, but nothing compared to having Ian's cock in his mouth.

"Fuck, bro! I...I really fuckin' love this!" Zack exclaimed.

"I love it too, dude. God, you're great at it! Never...never thought I'd love a blowjob from my best bro." Ian panted.

"A uh...brojob?" Zack chuckled.

Ian laughed, but then moaned as Zack swallowed his cock again. "Fuuuck, dude!"

Zack kept sucking, eager to please his friend, feeling Ian's hand on the back of his head. The role reversal turned him on - he was used to pushing on girls' heads, not having his head pushed on; not having a cock in his mouth. He relished everything about it - the taste, the texture, the scent of his buddy's cock. He continued to suck it, enjoying himself to the fullest.

"Oh fuck, bro. You're gonna make me cum!" Ian moaned, writhing on the bed, out of breath.

Zack kept sucking, kept sucking, eager to make his buddy cum. He was fondling Ian's balls and could feel them tensing. He could feel Ian's cock begin to swell between his lips. Suddenly, Ian gasped and Zack felt the first shot on his tongue. It was a weird texture, and a weird flavor - salty, but not entirely terrible. Zack didn't have much time to ponder the sensation of Ian's cum in his mouth as Ian kept shooting, and Zack wasn't accomplished enough yet to know how to swallow properly. He tried, and he did manage to get some of it down his throat. However, he gagged a little and removed his lips from around the shaft, inadvertently expelling a mouthful of cum back onto Ian's cock.

Ian was done shooting, and his cock throbbed in Zack's hand. Unable to resist, Zack leaned forward again to lick some of Ian's cum off his cock, sending shockwaves through his buddy.

"Unh! Unh! Ok..." Ian panted, "Stop, stop." he chuckled.

Zack removed his mouth and his hand from Ian's dick, and licked his lips. "Your jizz ain't bad." he shrugged.

Ian busted out laughing, which caused Zack to chuckle, but not fully understand why they were laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Just...the way you said that. Your jizz ain't bad." Ian laughed.

"Well it ain't!" Zack said, laughing as well. He then worked his way up towards Ian, on his knees. He knelt by Ian's chest and wiped up some of Ian's cum to use as lube on his own dick. Zack began jerking himself, the head of his dick occasionally nudging Ian's left nipple. Ian reached between his buddy's thighs to fondle his balls. But soon, his fingers explored further back, gliding over the hairless spot between Zack's balls and his ass. Finally, Ian's forefinger pressed against Zack's hole, and he could feel it puckering.

"Unh! Yeah...tease it." Zack panted, jerking his cock feverishly. Ian complied, running his finger over his buddy's hole, pushing lightly against it. "Unhhh...fuck yeah..." Zack panted. He reached down to cup his own balls; three hands working on him at once. "I'm gonna!" was all he could say before his words turned into a moan and his cock began to spurt out onto Ian's hairy chest. As his legs shuddered and his knees weakened, Zack pushed himself against Ian's finger more, by proxy. He found he truly loved the teasing sensation.

Before it was all said and done, Ian's chest and nipples were coated with Zack's thick load. Zack was all but sitting on Ian's arm, his balls resting on it. He panted, catching his breath, and finally released his throbbing cock. Zack brought his sticky hand up to his mouth, sucking on the webbing between his thumb and forefinger; tasting his own load.

"How is it?" Ian asked, playfully.

"I've tasted my own before...yours is better." Zack grinned.

 

[Brian S]

Dustin stuck his hard cock through the glory hole, feeling it wrapped in a warm, manly mouth immediately. As the stranger sucked him, bathroom partition between them, Dustin couldn't help but think of Mike.

He's avoiding me...but why? Ain't heard from him in a week or better. Fucked me once, got what he wanted, I guess. But goddamn, that was a great night. The way he took me...from behind...rough...outside...naked...against my police cruiser...fuck that was the best. But I would have taken my time had I known it was going to be our only time. I would have sucked his cock more, explored him more...why won't he answer the door? Why won't he return my texts? Huh, expecting rational thought from a crackhead, Dustin? That's rich...

I should just go see that Ryan fella. Or Patrick. They both fuck me nice and hard. But fuck...I got myself all fucked up these days. More and more, I just want dirty sex...filthy sex...forbidden sex...sex that a cop's not supposed to have. Like sticking my dick through a glory hole in the middle of the day. Like getting naked in a parking lot to jack off, or...letting a crackhead fuck me in that parking lot. Worst cop ever? Maybe...nah. Not really. I just like to indulge once in a while.

Damn, this fucker can suck a cock. Feels great. Wish Mike would suck my cock, though. Mmmm...I'd love to fuck his pretty face. So hot for a crackhead...great body...hot cock...love seeing him in his tattered briefs...his balls peeking out...the white ones that are practically see-through...fuuuck, I want him again.

With thoughts of Mike dancing in his head, Dustin grunted once, the only warning he gave to his mysterious cocksucker. He began to shoot, and the man on the other side of the partition sucked it down, swallowing the load of a police officer, unbeknownst to him. Once he had finished cumming, Dustin pulled his dick back, snapped his red bikini briefs over it, and pulled up his pants to leave.

 

[Brian S]

Dog climbed out of bed, naked, leaving Spooge behind. He padded across the loft towards the toilet in the corner, scratching his ass as he took his morning piss. After shaking it off, he flushed, and then padded over to the kitchen area to light a cigarette. Coke was laid out on the counter, but Dog didn't feel like partaking. Instead, he brewed coffee for the first time in weeks.

Dakota came alive and so did Spooge. Each of them took a morning piss as well, and, at different times, joined Dog in the kitchen. None of them touched the coke, but they all did light cigarettes and take a cup of coffee.

"What are we gonna do about Krieg?" Dog finally asked, acknowledging the elephant in the room.

"I dunno. He's gone again." Spooge said quietly. "I'm newest here, so I don't feel like I should...take the lead...on discussions."

"You guys are both new, at least, since our last break." Dog said, inhaling his cigarette. He tapped it on the ashtray and took another drag quickly. Upon exhale, he continued, "It was less insane last time, but...it's kinda the reason we broke up to begin with. Krieg got himself into some trouble...we all liked to have fun. Acid, shrooms, weed...it was a great time. We did coke too, but...not like this. Not like what he's doing now. But he and his father agreed that he should move...get outta the city...they had a house in bumfuck Nebraska, where Krieg's grandma used to live. So he went there. He had to get away from it all, and..."

A knock came on the door to the loft, which Spooge got up to answer. Nobody bothered hiding themselves or cupping their dicks as they saw it was Steven.

"Figured Krieg was with you." Dog said as both Steven and Spooge approached the kitchen island.

"No...why...is he gone?"

"Yeah. Just...gone. Don't know where he is." Dog shrugged. "We were just talking about him, actually."

"Oh?" Steven asked, curious to be in the loop.

"Yeah. About what we're gonna do. He can't continue like this...we can't continue like this. He just disappears, misses practice, fucks up on stage...we're supposed to go to Hector's to shoot a video today, and he's just...just fuckin' gone, like usual."

"So what do you guys wanna do about it?" Steven asked.

"I don't know." Dakota finally chipped in, somber.

"Well we can't keep doing this. This is getting us nowhere. We're starting to resent him, and...he's not healthy. He's too skinny, and I don't know the last time I saw him eat anything." Dog said.

"So are you wanting to kick him out?" Steven pried.

"I don't know. No, we don't WANT to, but...the first thing that comes to mind is that he ain't gonna let us sing his songs. That's a given. I mean, they're attributed to all of us, we helped write the music. But he's gonna explode if we say we want to continue Frot without him."

"You're right about that." Steven agreed.

"Spooge is a good songwriter, even better singer...we could just...start a new band. Without him. Write new material."

"Just to play Devil's Advocate here," Steven began, "you've got a lot of interest in your band because of Krieg."

"I know, I know. But I look around and think...fuck, what are we doing? He's doing WAY too much blow. Walking the streets naked, hooking up with dudes in hotel rooms...and his fucking mood swings, man. I worry about him. I don't wanna continue the band if it means he's gonna burn out on some coke binge. I don't wanna be responsible for-"

Dog's words were cut short by Krieg walking in the front door. "Hey guys!" he said, cheerfully. "What uh...what's going on here?"