Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[laptoper]

Hey, so great to see the other side of the coin with Patrick and Kreig, although the first half was sooo hot as hell lol. Nice to see they have some great humanity beneath their seething raging libidos. god, love to watch it live lol.

 

[Brian S]

Not expecting anyone, Ryan approached the door in his white, Hanes briefs. Flinging it open casually, Ryan froze.

"Patrick." he uttered, happy to see his former friend again, but trying to play it cool.

"Can...I come in?" Patrick asked.

Ryan simply gestured, and Patrick stepped up into Ryan's foyer. Silently, he removed his shoes, and then finally took in the view of Ryan's body, clad only in those briefs. "You look good." he said.

"So do you." Ryan said, plainly.

Patrick had a question to ask, and it didn't come in verbal form. Standing before Ryan, his breath already heavy, Patrick posed the question in the only way he knew how. As he looked at Ryan imploringly, Patrick simply popped open the button to his jeans. The tension hung in the air between them. Patrick almost regretted his move immediately, as Ryan's response didn't come automatically.

Silently, Ryan nodded once, indicating that Patrick should follow him. Up the stairs they went, Patrick unable to keep his eyes off of Ryan's ass in his white briefs. Without a word, Ryan led Patrick to his bedroom. Once there, Ryan unzipped his former friend's jeans and yanked them down, forcefully. Patrick stepped out of them, taking his socks off in the process. Patrick's cock twitched from inside of his green boxerbriefs. He'd barely lifted his shirt off when Ryan grabbed him, spun them both around, and fell on top of him onto the bed.

Ryan began grinding automatically as he bit Patrick's lower lip. It hurt a little, but Patrick figured he deserved it. Ryan's tongue plunged into his mouth with incredible force; nobody had kissed Patrick like that. Ryan grunted, his sounds buried in Patrick's mouth as he sucked on Patrick's tongue. Their stubble rubbed each other raw as Ryan kissed Patrick so aggressively that Patrick felt Ryan might pull his tongue out.

Their cocks grew stiff quickly, pressed against each other in their underwear. Ryan pushed against Patrick hard, straining the cotton between them. He kissed Patrick like he hated him. Like he hated what they were doing. He didn't.

Patrick struggled to regain control, the only way he remembered how to have sex, but Ryan didn't relinquish. As Patrick tried to roll over, Ryan pushed him back down to the bed, holding his arms in place as he began to kiss Patrick's broad, hairy chest. His lips and tongue found Patrick's right, perked up nipple. Soon to follow were Ryan's teeth, as he clenched them down around to bite it.

"Ow!" Patrick gasped, which only made Ryan bite harder. "Fuck!" Patrick expelled, his breathing labored. It hurt, but it hurt so good. Patrick tried to rear up again, but Ryan held him down, clamping his teeth around Patrick's left nipple now. "Nnnnngggh! Fuck!" Patrick yelped, his chest heaving.

Ryan dove into Patrick's neck, sucking on it, biting it. Patrick grabbed Ryan's head, trying to pry him from his neck, to no avail. Ryan's lips sucked on Patrick's neck, harder, and harder, and harder, until Ryan had given the man a reddish-purple hickey. He then pressed his mouth against Patrick's again, biting and sucking on Patrick's lips. Ryan's urgent, animalistic grunts echoed into Patrick's mouth once again. To Patrick, it was as intense as it could be before becoming unpleasurable. He wasn't used to being out of control, and he still couldn't relinquish it without a struggle.

 

[Brian S]

Ryan slid his briefs down in the front, so that the waistband was just under his balls. Sliding up Patrick's body, he straddled his chest, his knees pinning Patrick's arms to the bed, and he shoved his hard cock into Patrick's mouth. Patrick gagged a bit, but Ryan didn't care. He kept pushing his cock between Patrick's lips until the whole shaft was inside. His balls nudged Patrick's chin as he began to thrust, face fucking his former friend by pinning his head to the mattress.

"Suck that cock!" came Ryan's first words to Patrick. They sounded angry; urgent. And Ryan gave Patrick little choice by shoving his cock down his throat repeatedly.

At once, Ryan pulled out, saliva and precum dripping off his swollen head and onto Patrick's lips. Ryan slid back down, dragging his erection down Patrick's torso. He kissed Patrick aggressively again, and worked further south. He palmed Patrick's face, pushing down on it as he once again bit Patrick's nipple.

"NNNNNGGGHHH!" Patrick whined, his voice bouncing off Ryan's sweaty palm. Ryan was kind of scaring Patrick, yet it turned him on. Nobody treated him this way, this is how he treated others...if they wanted. This was new and terrifying to Patrick, aside from his previous encounters with that asshole who used to fuck him. But that was ages ago, and Patrick had long since become dominant. Not anymore.

Ryan slid further down Patrick's body, reaching inside the fly to Patrick's boxerbriefs. He gripped one fold of the fly in his right hand, the other fold in his left, and he yanked, hard. Very hard. Patrick gasped as Ryan literally tore open the front of his boxerbriefs, and he gasped again as Ryan swallowed his exposed cock. "Fuck, Ry!" he moaned.

Ryan's sucking was aggressive, animalistic. Patrick likened it to what he did to Krieg. It alllllmost hurt to be sucked that hard. And Ryan didn't suck him long. He lunged back upwards, holding Patrick's arms down as he plunged his tongue back into his mouth. The two wrestled, Ryan's underwear partway off, Patrick's torn open. Patrick again tried to take the lead, but Ryan wouldn't let him. It was a power struggle between them; the two, aggressive tops jockeying for dominant position. Broad, hairy chest against broad, hairy chest. Biceps working in overtime.

Ryan got up a bit, between Patrick's legs. He gripped them both, and twisted, Patrick's lower half beginning to flip over. Patrick gave in, rolling onto his stomach. Ryan thumbed Patrick's hole, through his underwear, but only briefly. Grunting, determined, Ryan pushed his thumb against the back of Patrick's underwear, tugging with his other hand. His thumb began to tear through, and soon enough, he'd created a small hole. The sounds of his underwear tearing both terrified Patrick and turned him on. Ryan gripped either side of the small hole he'd created, and yanked, ripping the green underwear further.

There was hardly time to digest what was happening, as Patrick soon felt lube on his asshole. That feeling soon gave way to the sensation of Ryan's cock against it. "I'm gonna fuck you." Ryan declared, his voice low and guttural.

"No..." came Patrick's weak, breathy reply.

"Yeah. Yeah I am." Ryan said. He pushed his cock head against Patrick's hole.

"I haven't been fucked in ages." Patrick gasped.

"But you want me to." Ryan said, confidently.

"I...I want only you to." Patrick said, making the slight distinction known.

Ryan pushed, his head penetrating Patrick's ass. "Unhhh!" Patrick whined, crying out a bit. Ryan took it somewhat slow, but not as slow as he probably needed to.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck...unh...oh fuck..." Patrick whimpered, surprised at how whiny and shaky his own voice had become. He clenched his ass, a nearly involuntary effort to push Ryan out.

"Yeah, you should do that. You should struggle about it. Just gonna make it that much hotter for me." Ryan growled.

This was not the Ryan that Patrick knew; the inexperienced one, the shy one. This was a whole other beast; one that Patrick hadn't seen, but had sensed before, deep down inside of Ryan.

With a forceful push and a grunt that sounded nearly unholy, Ryan shoved into Patrick's ass. As Patrick whined, his ass trembled and worked overtime to accommodate Ryan's cock. Ryan let out a tremendous, satisfied moan as he relished the feeling of being buried in Patrick's bubble butt. He began to thrust, and hard.

Ryan found himself fucking harder than he ever had, and Patrick found himself being fucked harder than he ever had. Patrick was merely a hole to Ryan; a means to an end. Ryan's balls, still pushed up and forward by the waistband to his briefs, slammed against Patrick. Aside from allowing his cock and balls to be free, Ryan's briefs were very nearly on fully. Only an inch or two of his ass was exposed in the back, his cheeks clenching underneath white cotton as he fucked Patrick. His cock forced itself into Patrick's ass, repeatedly, rhythmically, as it glided past the tattered green material that used to make up Patrick's boxerbriefs.

Patrick's hard cock dangled free from the torn-open pouch, and he reached down to stroke himself. Ryan was just fucking wailing on his ass, the headboard banging against the wall. Patrick lost himself in the rhythm, the aggressive rhythm, the sounds; Ryan's grunting and his own whining. Ryan's cock felt incredible to him, as it pushed its way into his ass, deep as it would go. Soon, Patrick heard - and felt - the back of his underwear tearing further. Ryan was ripping it open to expose more of Patrick's bubble butt. Ryan gripped Patrick by the waist, pulling him back nearly as much as he was pushing forward, yanking his ass back onto his probing cock.

Patrick whined again, giving in fully to being taken that way, used so aggressively. "Fuck me! Ohhhh God, Ryan...fuck me!"

Ryan clenched his mouth shut, biting his own lower lip as he continued to rail Patrick's ample ass, thrust after thrust after aggressive thrust, until -

"NNNGGGHHHH!!!" Ryan growled, shoving his cock far into Patrick as he began to unload. He continued to thrust, at an only slightly diminished rate, as his cock spurted and swelled inside Patrick. His body weight pushed Patrick forward some, and Patrick whined at the sensation of Ryan cumming in his ass.

Ryan was barely done cumming when he pulled out of Patrick's ass and stood up, peeling his briefs off completely. Patrick collapsed onto his stomach, panting, recuperating. He didn't know that Ryan had lubed his own ass and had a handful for his cock.

"Turn over." Ryan simply said. Patrick did so, and Ryan's hand gripped his hard cock, coating it with lube.

"What the..." Patrick muttered.

Still hard, Ryan climbed on top of Patrick, immediately pushing his lubed ass against Patrick's cock.

"Ryan, what the-unff!" Patrick moaned, his words turning to pleasure as his head pierced Ryan's asshole. Ryan winced, taking it too fast, but he pressed on, still riding high on his aggression. Just a bit too quickly, Ryan pushed himself down onto Patrick's erection, inch by inch, until his ass settled on Patrick's balls and the tattered green underwear tickled his thighs. He began to gyrate his hips as Patrick gripped them, and it wasn't long before Ryan was bouncing on Patrick's hard, fat cock.

"Fuck, Ryan, fuck! Jesus..." Patrick gasped, Ryan bouncing on his cock nearly as hard as he'd fucked him minutes ago. Somehow, Ryan's cock stayed hard, and bounced off Patrick's stomach. "God, your ass, Ryan...fuck!" Patrick exclaimed. Holding Ryan's hips tight, Patrick started to thrust upward, matching Ryan's undulation.

Ryan began to moan, the feeling of Patrick's cock FINALLY in his ass overwhelming him. He grabbed his own dick, sore as it was, and began to jerk it feverishly. He continued to bounce, feeling Patrick's hefty balls against him. With a free hand, he pinched Patrick's nipple, once again causing the man to cry out in painful ecstasy.

"I'm gonna...fuck, Ryan, I'm gonna..." Patrick moaned, his face contorting even more than it already had been. Soon enough, Patrick roared and pushed upward with his hips, unloading into Ryan's ass even as he lifted Ryan off the bed a bit. "Fuuuuuuck", he moaned, his cock pulsing in Ryan's ass. Shot after shot filled Ryan up, and Ryan could feel the pulsing, the throbbing of Patrick's fat dick.

Still jerking furiously, Ryan somehow spurted again. It wasn't much, and it was watery, but it was there. It spurted out onto Patrick's hairy chest, just one or two shots. Ryan's moans matched Patrick's as they both came. Before either of them knew it, it was all over. Patrick lowered his hips, Ryan still impaled on his cock. Ryan let go of his, and it thumped onto Patrick's stomach, leaking a bit onto his skin.

They stayed like that for some time; wordlessly catching their breath. Both their hairy chests were heaving and sweaty. Buried in Ryan's ass, Patrick's cock throbbed with each of Patrick's heartbeats, and eventually began to soften. Ryan could feel it. Finally, Ryan got up and walked across the room, naked. Despite not liking to smoke in the house, Ryan lit up. He figured if there was ever a time...

Patrick got up as well, his mostly soft cock and balls hanging out of the gaping green hole that used to be his underwear. He reached back, feeling his bare ass where Ryan had torn open the back. They looked nearly like short, green, cotton chaps. Patrick, chuckling a bit, simply looped his fingers into the intact Hanes waistband, and pulled them off. Holding them up for both to see, he muttered, "Jesus Christ, Ryan."

 

[laptoper]

Wow, a double shot expresso. There certainly all working out their issues lol. In both senses of the word. Fantastic stuff Brian. Thanks a million.

 

[william1]

Blimey Brian you have excelled yourself, where does all this come from in your head, how many times do you wank while you are writing it ? x

 

[Brian S]

Blimey Brian you have excelled yourself, where does all this come from in your head, how many times do you wank while you are writing it ? x

Thanks! It's one long edge, typically, so I don't lose any momentum!

 

[jack108]

Fantastic job Brian!

 

[godard]

anxiously waiting the next chapter....

Ryan slid his briefs down in the front, so that the waistband was just under his balls. Sliding up Patrick's body, he straddled his chest, his knees pinning Patrick's arms to the bed, and he shoved his hard cock into Patrick's mouth. Patrick gagged a bit, but Ryan didn't care. He kept pushing his cock between Patrick's lips until the whole shaft was inside. His balls nudged Patrick's chin as he began to thrust, face fucking his former friend by pinning his head to the mattress.

"Suck that cock!" came Ryan's first words to Patrick. They sounded angry; urgent. And Ryan gave Patrick little choice by shoving his cock down his throat repeatedly.

At once, Ryan pulled out, saliva and precum dripping off his swollen head and onto Patrick's lips. Ryan slid back down, dragging his erection down Patrick's torso. He kissed Patrick aggressively again, and worked further south. He palmed Patrick's face, pushing down on it as he once again bit Patrick's nipple.

"NNNNNGGGHHH!" Patrick whined, his voice bouncing off Ryan's sweaty palm. Ryan was kind of scaring Patrick, yet it turned him on. Nobody treated him this way, this is how he treated others...if they wanted. This was new and terrifying to Patrick, aside from his previous encounters with that asshole who used to fuck him. But that was ages ago, and Patrick had long since become dominant. Not anymore.

Ryan slid further down Patrick's body, reaching inside the fly to Patrick's boxerbriefs. He gripped one fold of the fly in his right hand, the other fold in his left, and he yanked, hard. Very hard. Patrick gasped as Ryan literally tore open the front of his boxerbriefs, and he gasped again as Ryan swallowed his exposed cock. "Fuck, Ry!" he moaned.

Ryan's sucking was aggressive, animalistic. Patrick likened it to what he did to Krieg. It alllllmost hurt to be sucked that hard. And Ryan didn't suck him long. He lunged back upwards, holding Patrick's arms down as he plunged his tongue back into his mouth. The two wrestled, Ryan's underwear partway off, Patrick's torn open. Patrick again tried to take the lead, but Ryan wouldn't let him. It was a power struggle between them; the two, aggressive tops jockeying for dominant position. Broad, hairy chest against broad, hairy chest. Biceps working in overtime.

Ryan got up a bit, between Patrick's legs. He gripped them both, and twisted, Patrick's lower half beginning to flip over. Patrick gave in, rolling onto his stomach. Ryan thumbed Patrick's hole, through his underwear, but only briefly. Grunting, determined, Ryan pushed his thumb against the back of Patrick's underwear, tugging with his other hand. His thumb began to tear through, and soon enough, he'd created a small hole. The sounds of his underwear tearing both terrified Patrick and turned him on. Ryan gripped either side of the small hole he'd created, and yanked, ripping the green underwear further.

There was hardly time to digest what was happening, as Patrick soon felt lube on his asshole. That feeling soon gave way to the sensation of Ryan's cock against it. "I'm gonna fuck you." Ryan declared, his voice low and guttural.

"No..." came Patrick's weak, breathy reply.

"Yeah. Yeah I am." Ryan said. He pushed his cock head against Patrick's hole.

"I haven't been fucked in ages." Patrick gasped.

"But you want me to." Ryan said, confidently.

"I...I want only you to." Patrick said, making the slight distinction known.

Ryan pushed, his head penetrating Patrick's ass. "Unhhh!" Patrick whined, crying out a bit. Ryan took it somewhat slow, but not as slow as he probably needed to.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck...unh...oh fuck..." Patrick whimpered, surprised at how whiny and shaky his own voice had become. He clenched his ass, a nearly involuntary effort to push Ryan out.

"Yeah, you should do that. You should struggle about it. Just gonna make it that much hotter for me." Ryan growled.

This was not the Ryan that Patrick knew; the inexperienced one, the shy one. This was a whole other beast; one that Patrick hadn't seen, but had sensed before, deep down inside of Ryan.

With a forceful push and a grunt that sounded nearly unholy, Ryan shoved into Patrick's ass. As Patrick whined, his ass trembled and worked overtime to accommodate Ryan's cock. Ryan let out a tremendous, satisfied moan as he relished the feeling of being buried in Patrick's bubble butt. He began to thrust, and hard.

Ryan found himself fucking harder than he ever had, and Patrick found himself being fucked harder than he ever had. Patrick was merely a hole to Ryan; a means to an end. Ryan's balls, still pushed up and forward by the waistband to his briefs, slammed against Patrick. Aside from allowing his cock and balls to be free, Ryan's briefs were very nearly on fully. Only an inch or two of his ass was exposed in the back, his cheeks clenching underneath white cotton as he fucked Patrick. His cock forced itself into Patrick's ass, repeatedly, rhythmically, as it glided past the tattered green material that used to make up Patrick's boxerbriefs.

Patrick's hard cock dangled free from the torn-open pouch, and he reached down to stroke himself. Ryan was just fucking wailing on his ass, the headboard banging against the wall. Patrick lost himself in the rhythm, the aggressive rhythm, the sounds; Ryan's grunting and his own whining. Ryan's cock felt incredible to him, as it pushed its way into his ass, deep as it would go. Soon, Patrick heard - and felt - the back of his underwear tearing further. Ryan was ripping it open to expose more of Patrick's bubble butt. Ryan gripped Patrick by the waist, pulling him back nearly as much as he was pushing forward, yanking his ass back onto his probing cock.

Patrick whined again, giving in fully to being taken that way, used so aggressively. "Fuck me! Ohhhh God, Ryan...fuck me!"

Ryan clenched his mouth shut, biting his own lower lip as he continued to rail Patrick's ample ass, thrust after thrust after aggressive thrust, until -

"NNNGGGHHHH!!!" Ryan growled, shoving his cock far into Patrick as he began to unload. He continued to thrust, at an only slightly diminished rate, as his cock spurted and swelled inside Patrick. His body weight pushed Patrick forward some, and Patrick whined at the sensation of Ryan cumming in his ass.

Ryan was barely done cumming when he pulled out of Patrick's ass and stood up, peeling his briefs off completely. Patrick collapsed onto his stomach, panting, recuperating. He didn't know that Ryan had lubed his own ass and had a handful for his cock.

"Turn over." Ryan simply said. Patrick did so, and Ryan's hand gripped his hard cock, coating it with lube.

"What the..." Patrick muttered.

Still hard, Ryan climbed on top of Patrick, immediately pushing his lubed ass against Patrick's cock.

"Ryan, what the-unff!" Patrick moaned, his words turning to pleasure as his head pierced Ryan's asshole. Ryan winced, taking it too fast, but he pressed on, still riding high on his aggression. Just a bit too quickly, Ryan pushed himself down onto Patrick's erection, inch by inch, until his ass settled on Patrick's balls and the tattered green underwear tickled his thighs. He began to gyrate his hips as Patrick gripped them, and it wasn't long before Ryan was bouncing on Patrick's hard, fat cock.

"Fuck, Ryan, fuck! Jesus..." Patrick gasped, Ryan bouncing on his cock nearly as hard as he'd fucked him minutes ago. Somehow, Ryan's cock stayed hard, and bounced off Patrick's stomach. "God, your ass, Ryan...fuck!" Patrick exclaimed. Holding Ryan's hips tight, Patrick started to thrust upward, matching Ryan's undulation.

Ryan began to moan, the feeling of Patrick's cock FINALLY in his ass overwhelming him. He grabbed his own dick, sore as it was, and began to jerk it feverishly. He continued to bounce, feeling Patrick's hefty balls against him. With a free hand, he pinched Patrick's nipple, once again causing the man to cry out in painful ecstasy.

"I'm gonna...fuck, Ryan, I'm gonna..." Patrick moaned, his face contorting even more than it already had been. Soon enough, Patrick roared and pushed upward with his hips, unloading into Ryan's ass even as he lifted Ryan off the bed a bit. "Fuuuuuuck", he moaned, his cock pulsing in Ryan's ass. Shot after shot filled Ryan up, and Ryan could feel the pulsing, the throbbing of Patrick's fat dick.

Still jerking furiously, Ryan somehow spurted again. It wasn't much, and it was watery, but it was there. It spurted out onto Patrick's hairy chest, just one or two shots. Ryan's moans matched Patrick's as they both came. Before either of them knew it, it was all over. Patrick lowered his hips, Ryan still impaled on his cock. Ryan let go of his, and it thumped onto Patrick's stomach, leaking a bit onto his skin.

They stayed like that for some time; wordlessly catching their breath. Both their hairy chests were heaving and sweaty. Buried in Ryan's ass, Patrick's cock throbbed with each of Patrick's heartbeats, and eventually began to soften. Ryan could feel it. Finally, Ryan got up and walked across the room, naked. Despite not liking to smoke in the house, Ryan lit up. He figured if there was ever a time...

Patrick got up as well, his mostly soft cock and balls hanging out of the gaping green hole that used to be his underwear. He reached back, feeling his bare ass where Ryan had torn open the back. They looked nearly like short, green, cotton chaps. Patrick, chuckling a bit, simply looped his fingers into the intact Hanes waistband, and pulled them off. Holding them up for both to see, he muttered, "Jesus Christ, Ryan."

 

[Brian S]

It hadn't yet been 24 hours since Krieg walked in on the band and Steven talking about him. It hadn't yet been 24 hours since they were forced to address the elephant in the room. It hadn't yet been 24 hours since it happened...

Seriously can't believe those fuckers! What the fuck's wrong with them? Act like they don't need me now. Fucking holier-than-thou pieces of shit...

Krieg stomped along the sidewalk, angry and determined, on his way to Steven's office. He paid little attention to the people around him; fellow pedestrians who parted for him, avoided him. His anger preceded him, the fiery look in his eyes told others to steer clear.

What the fuck are they gonna do without ME of all people? Jesus Christ, talk about shooting yourself in the fuckin' foot. Hey, yeah, the band is doing the best it's ever done, but let's dissolve it?!? What in the fuck are they even thinking? Take me and my cock and my songs out of the equation and what are they fuckin' left with? Dog pissing on people? That's fuckin' rich too...I'M acting erratically they say, but yet Dog's pissing on the audience, pissing on his drum kit...I mean Dakota fuckin' fucked him on stage for fuck's sake! We've all jerked off on stage...all had sex at some point on stage...yet again, I'm the one catching shit for it? I need a fuckin' bump. This is ridiculous! At least they fuckin' know better than to continue as Frot. At least they know they ain't ever fuckin' using my songs again...they NEED me. I don't need them. I'm the fuckin' front man! Bassists can be replaced. Drummers can be replaced.

I should just go solo, like Steven suggested. Or find a new band that isn't a bunch of pussies all of a sudden. I can't get over the fuckin' audacity...yeah we all do the same shit, but we're calling YOU out for it specifically? Fuckin' Lance is the one that brought the coke in the first place...Dog's the one that encouraged me to show off my cock more. Dakota was all too eager to show off too...just like the fuckin' rest of us! All so fuckin' complicit in the music videos, yet now they're bitching that all we ever do is show off our dicks and fuck around in them...I thought that was the fucking point?!? Yeah, dumbass, it's called Circle Jerk, so we're gonna, uh...circle jerk. Here I thought we were pushing boundaries, breaking barriers...doing things other bands would never do...being vulnerable, being exposed, being like...here's how I jerk off! Here's my dick, take it in! Guess I was sorely fucking wrong, somehow.

Maybe I should just do porn. Steven's got those connections. The one I've shot was easy. Fucking boys for money? I mean...sign me up, right? And now that I let Patrick utterly fucking destroy my ass, I could even bottom. I'm hot, I got a fuckin' 8 inch uncut dick, and I'll do anything...I'd be a fucking porn star in no time! And I could continue to release music on the side...lots of porn stars do that. Then I'd show those fuckers just how little I needed them...

Now inside Steven's building, Krieg ascended the stairs urgently, his stomps echoing through the hallways. He threw the door open to Steven's reception area, seeing Macie's familiar face - Steven's receptionist, sitting alone at her desk.

"Mace." Krieg nodded, as he walked past her desk.

"Hi, Krieg! Uh, so...Steven's with someone right now." she offered with a smile.

"He'll take my meeting." Krieg replied, confidently.

"Um, actually, I've been instructed to-" Macie started, but it was too late.

Krieg threw the door to Steven's office open, taking a few steps inside before scanning the room. The sounds fell on his ears before the sight fell on his eyes. They were the sounds of sex, and as Krieg craned his head around from looking back at Macie, he realized just what was going on.

Steven was bent over his desk, his pants and underwear at his ankles, his dress shirt hoisted up. Behind him was a naked Spooge, just fucking away, his dick firmly up Steven's ass. Krieg froze momentarily to process the sight. He could hear Steven's whines, he could see Spooge's ass undulating with each thrust.

"What in THE FUCK?!?" Krieg yelped, getting the attention of both men. Spooge stayed inside Steven as both men craned their necks to look back at Krieg.

"Krieg!" Steven chirped, trying to sound like he was eager to see him, attempting to immediately de-escalate the situation.

"What in the fuck, Steven?!?" Krieg asked again, the betrayal burning in his lungs.

 

[Sailingbear]

This part of the story relates to the fear so many of us are having while we watch friends and family sink lower and lower. Makes you want to grab him and shake some reality back into his head. How far below the bottom before they see what they are doing. Sad too many end in a grave. Nice chapter even if it is too real.

 

[Brian S]

*****One Month Later*****

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...I'm gonna cum!" Zack stated, his voice somewhere between a moan and a whisper. He looked down his own sweaty abs at Ian's face, bobbing eagerly and expertly on his cock, his lips sliding up and down his hard, wet shaft. A split second later, his body lurched while his cock pulsed, and he began to shoot his load down Ian's willing throat.

Ian swallowed Zack's cum, the familiar taste washing over his tongue; the warmth of it sliding down his throat. He'd gotten pretty good at sucking Zack's cock, he knew, and Zack had gotten good at sucking his. Ian had come to relish the sensation of Zack's swollen head in his mouth, firing off round after round. There was no greater feeling than making his best buddy cum like that, with his mouth. They felt bonded to one another when sucking each other's cocks; a level of intimacy and trust that they didn't have with anyone else, let alone another man. Ian had no desire to even get another man off, much less swallow his cum, much less enjoy swallowing his cum. The same was true of Zack.

The two had long since accepted each other as the exception to the rule when it came to their sexuality. They stopped searching for answers, stopped looking for a reason as to why they were so overwhelmingly attracted to each other. They went with the flow, knowing they were creating some sort of bond with one another which could not be matched with other people. They showed this growing bond to the internet, where horny men paid good money to watch them suck each other off.

Once Zack had finished cumming, Ian laid on the couch and Zack wasted no time in wrapping his lips around his buddy's cock. He loved it; he loved feeling Ian's dick in his mouth. He loved bringing Ian to orgasm; he loved the intimate bond they trusted each other with. It didn't take Zack long to get Ian off; they had been edging for the camera for some time now. Zack felt the familiar pulses of Ian's cock in his mouth; heard the familiar sounds Ian made when he was close. Before long, Zack's mouth filled up with the slightly salty liquid, and he sucked it down, happy to have gotten his best friend off again.

When the show was over, Zack shut off the camera and the two slouched naked on the couch. Sweat rolled off their temples, down their chests. Their cocks were soft, yet throbbing; reddened from the lengthy cam show.

"Fuuuuuck." Zack moaned. "It just keeps getting better and better."

"Yeah it does." Ian smiled. "You really know how to suck my dick."

"Back atcha, man. Jesus, I've never had blowjobs like that." Zack concurred. He reached down to touch his tender, flaccid cock. "I'm sore, dude."

"Same." Ian chuckled.

"What do you think about my idea?" Zack asked.

"About creating a porn empire?" Ian chuckled.

"Well when you put it that way, it sounds insane." Zack laughed. "But...yeah."

"So...roughly, what's your plan?" Ian asked.

"I dunno. Buy a couple more cameras. Go on grindr and shit and see if anyone wants to wank off for our porn empire." Zack laughed.

"Where would we...even do this?" Ian asked.

"I dunno. Here. One camera here in the living room, one each in our bedrooms."

"And have random strange men jerk off in our bedrooms?" Ian asked, laughing.

"I mean it does sound kinda crazy." Zack admitted.

"But...not altogether undoable. We'd take, what, 20%?"

"I dunno, maybe?" Zack shrugged. "I mean, it doesn't have to be just dudes wanking off either. We could let them...you know...go all the way. Could let straight couples fuck too."

"We could just make a website and, like, do actual porn." Ian suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"Like...you'd have to subscribe to the website and there'd be all these videos on there. Like any ol' porn website."

"Shit yeah. We could have a straight section, a gay section, hell...a lesbian section."

"Exactly. And keep it amateur and real...raw...like, unedited and shit. I mean, a little editing but not some over-produced thing."

"Jesus, I like that idea!" Zack said, beaming. "Can you imagine if we had like...an angle of, like...real Nebraska boys beating off?"

"Fuck, that shit would sell itself."

"Yeah it would. And like REAL straight boys, not pretend straight boys like all the other websites."

"Are we just taking inspiration from our own situation?" Ian asked, chuckling.

"Fuck yeah we are!" Zack said.

"Well, it WOULD give our dicks a break." Ian replied, lightly touching his.

"Aw...is it sore? You need me to kiss it and make it all better?" Zack teased.

"That's literally the LAST thing it needs right now." Ian laughed.

Zack playfully swung his leg over Ian's lap until he was seated fully on his friend. Their soft cocks and their balls rubbed together between them as Zack straddled Ian. "I really like the way you think, man."

"About this porn thing?" Ian asked, his hands on Zack's hips.

"Yeah, about that, but...in general too."

"Well...I like the way you think too, man." Ian smiled.

Zack leaned in to kiss Ian, the two sharing another intimate moment between them. Their lips pressed together gently as Zack ran his hands over Ian's chest hair. Zack pulled back slowly, a string of saliva joining their two bottom lips before detaching. He put his hand gently on the side of Ian's face, caressing it as he looked knowingly into Ian's warm eyes. "Can I just..." he started.

"Can you just what?" Ian asked, softly.

"Nothing." Zack said, blushing.

"No, tell me. What were you going to say?" Ian asked, tracing one of Zack's nipples with his finger.

"It's stupid." Zack said, trying to beg off.

"No it's not." Ian replied, his lips curling into a warm smile.

Zack took a deep breath, unable to look Ian in the face for the moment. He stared down at Ian's chest, at the curly dark hair situated between his buddy's pecs. He lightly twisted it between his fingertips, and finally looked up at Ian. "I...I love you."

Ian's smile grew into an even wider grin just before he said, "I love you too, Zack." Zack's smile grew as well, and the two pressed their lips together once more.

 

[Brian S]

"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Ryan growled, his grip on Patrick's hips tightening. His own hips slapped off Patrick's full ass as he fucked him from behind.

"Cum! Cum in my ass!" Patrick urged, and he soon got his wish. Ryan grunted loudly, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock as far as it would go into Patrick, and he began to unload. Patrick could feel Ryan's cock throbbing inside him as the cum filled his ass again. Patrick had long lost track of just how many times Ryan had fucked him, and Ryan never disappointed. Surprising even himself about it, Patrick had yet to grow bored and he didn't see it happening anytime soon.

Letting Ryan fuck him was the ultimate release for Patrick. He gave into his bottoming desires only for Ryan. He gave up control only for Ryan. He let only Ryan treat him the way he'd treated so many other men.

Both men growled and grunted as Ryan finished cumming in Patrick's ass. Patrick had already cum onto Ryan's bed, by way of a reach around. Once Ryan was spent, he pulled out and the two collapsed side by side on Ryan's bed. Their broad chests undulated with each pant, their chest hair utterly damp with sweat.

"Fuuuck!" Patrick moaned, wiping his brow with his forearm. "You really know how to fuck me."

"It's a fucking pleasure." Ryan retorted, smiling.

The two laid there catching their respective breaths, both men's lips feeling dry and sore from the aggressive kissing that had happened only minutes prior. After some time, Patrick broke the silence.

"Does it...does it bother you that we never talked?" he asked.

"About what happened between us?" Ryan asked in return.

"Yeah."

"Nah." Ryan responded. "We know what happened...why rehash it? Does it bother you?"

"No. I just...sometimes think about it. Didn't know if...making up via sex was really your thing." Patrick chuckled.

"It wasn't. I mean...before...it wouldn't have been enough. But I understand it now." Ryan said.

"Well, to be fair, you did fuck the fuck right outta me." Patrick chuckled.

"Yeah I did." Ryan laughed.

"I mean you tore my fucking underwear to shreds. That was hot." Patrick said, recalling that fateful day.

"That was...seriously hot. And totally unexpected."

"Yeah...tell me about it." Patrick agreed.

"Well you got your years-long wish." Ryan shrugged.

"FINALLY got you in my ass." Patrick laughed.

"I wish I would have seen those signs...before, I mean. A long time ago." Ryan admitted.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know. You were married...to a woman. And to be fair...it was kinda shitty of me to try to get you into bed knowing you were married."

"Well it's not like my ex made it easy on you either." Ryan said.

"True. She tried so hard, but...I only wanted you." Patrick grinned.

The two men got up and went downstairs in order to step out onto Ryan's deck. It was late evening; the sun was still up but waning quickly. Naked, they both stepped outside to light cigarettes.

"Can't tell if this is even better now that the neighbor boys are gone, or worse." Ryan said.

"What do you mean?" Patrick asked.

"Well...I can get away with being out here naked or in my underwear now that literally nobody can see me. But...nobody can see me." Ryan laughed.

Patrick took a deep breath and said, "Hey. So...there's something that happened that I need to tell you about."

"Okay..." Ryan responded, taking a deep drag off his Marlboro Light.

"Well...I'll just say it. I went to Omaha the weekend before we...made up. And uh...weirdly enough, I ran into Krieg in the hotel hallway."

"And you fucked him." Ryan guessed.

"Yeah...how is that the first thing you guessed?"

Ryan gave Patrick a look as if to say 'come on, now' but actually said, "I think I know you well enough."

Patrick chuckled. "Right. Well...there it is. I fucked Krieg."

"What was he doing in Omaha?"

"Touring with his band."

"How was it?"

"Uh...rough. Like our first time. Really uh...worked out some aggressions we had with each other."

"Well, good for you. Or should I say...good for him?" Ryan chuckled.

"You're not mad?"

"Nah. Why would I be? You're both free to fuck whomever you want." Ryan shrugged.

"Huh. Well, you're a better man than I, I guess." Patrick chuckled.

"Stop. I'm not THAT much better."

"What do you mean?" Patrick asked.

"Well, while you were in Omaha, I fucked Lance. In your house. In your bed." Ryan grinned.

"You dirty perv!" Patrick laughed.

"It was hot." Ryan moaned.

"That IS hot." Patrick agreed. "Right there in my bed, huh?" he laughed.

"Yup!" Ryan shrugged.

"Well you know what that means, right?" Patrick asked.

"What does that mean?" Ryan asked back.

"We're just gonna have to fuck him together now."

Ryan's only response was a knowing, agreeable grin.

 

[Brian S]

Dustin was surprised that Mike answered the door. He hadn't been by in some time, relegating himself to the fact that what they had shared was a one-time thing. Dustin couldn't bring himself to just cut off all contact though, so after several weeks of not seeing Mike, he stopped by.

Mike looked much the same - utterly, weirdly sexy in his destroyed briefs. The underwear was light grey and completely useless. Immediately, Dustin wondered why Mike had even bothered wearing them. A run in the back had torn further, exposing a good deal of Mike's right ass cheek. The leg holes were all but shot, the white elastic showing in several spots through the torn grey material. Mike's balls threatened to hang out, peeking out from the underwear. The waistband was weirdly gathered, causing them to sag, and several holes dotted the briefs. Somehow, the fly was so loose, so worn, that it puckered open like boxers, exposing a hint of Mike's cock.

"Why am I not surprised to see you?" Mike asked, letting Dustin into his house.

Dustin sniffed the air, knowing exactly what he was smelling. "Is that..."

"Meth? Yeah. You want some?" Mike asked, scratching his pubes which only caused his briefs to pucker open more.

"Of course not." Dustin retorted.

"Suit yourself." Mike responded. He sauntered over to the kitchen island, picking up his small, glass meth pipe to take a hit.

Dustin gulped, watching this unfold. Watching Mike in his destroyed briefs, his dick peeking out. Dustin undid his belt.

"What, that turn you on?" Mike asked, nearly sneering.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Dustin said, undoing his uniform pants.

"Then don't talk." Mike said, leaning forward on the counter to jut his ass into the air.

Dustin approached Mike, yanking down on the man's grey Hanes, which only tore them further. He finished undoing his pants, feeling his cock through his bikini briefs, already hard. Down his underwear went too, and he reached for a bottle of nearby lotion. Pumping some into his hand, he smeared it on Mike's ass; a second healthy dollop he worked over his cock.

"Fuck me you pig." Mike urged. That's all Dustin needed to hear. He pushed his cock forward, immediately penetrating Mike's meth head ass. Mike groaned, already in a state of delirium. Dustin pushed his cock into Mike's ass fairly hard, beginning to fuck right away. He lifted his uniform shirt to prevent it from being caught between his body and Mike's butt.

"You're a dirty fuckin' cop, ain't ya?" Mike moaned.

"Yes!" Dustin gasped, thrusting hard.

"Yeah you are. Fuck me, you dirty fuckin' pig."

Dustin rammed his hips against Mike's ass, fucking him in aggressive rhythm. "Fuck your ass is tight...you...dirty fucking meth head." Dustin blurted out.

"Yeah? Fuck it! Fuck it! You always wanna fuck the perps, don't ya?"

"Yes!" Dustin admitted. "I wanna fuck them all. Cum in their asses."

"For being bad boys..." Mike suggested.

"Yes. To punish them. To take what I want from them."

"Fuck yeah, you dirty fuck. Take what you want from me." Mike moaned.

Dustin continued to fuck, harder than before. His manly hips slapped against Mike's ass with force, causing Mike's knees to bang against the kitchen island.

"Let fuckin' loose, man!" Mike urged.

"Shut the fuck up. You're so...you're so fucking..."

"Say it!" Mike growled.

"Fucking dirty meth head!" Dustin yelped, yanking back on Mike's hair. "Fucking worthless piece of shit. I could have helped you."

"You didn't wanna help me. Then I'd be clean." Mike said. "You don't wanna fuck a former meth head."

"You're...unh...you're right. Fucking you in this dirty, smelly, fucking trailer house..." Dustin grunted.

Mike whined, reaching down to stroke his own hard cock. His body lurched with each of Dustin's aggressive thrusts. After several minutes, Dustin blurted out something that surprised them both.

"Smoke...more..."

As Dustin wailed on his ass from behind, Mike grabbed his pipe and lighter. "Smoke it!" came the urgent instruction from over his shoulder. Mike did as he was asked. While Mike inhaled, Dustin began to groan. "Nnnggghhh! You...fuuuuuck!" And with that, Dustin began to shoot his load inside Mike's ass. He continued to thrust at his aggressive pace, unloading everything he had. "Nngggh! Fuck...fuck...fuck yeah..."

"Ohhhh yeah, man." Mike moaned, feeling the cum inside his ass. He began to jerk his own cock again, even as Dustin pulled out.

Panting, ashamed, Dustin immediately pulled his bikini briefs over his throbbing erection. His pants came up after that, and he watched Mike pleasure himself. Without a word, Dustin zipped up his pants and just left. Mike didn't call after; he knew Dustin was embarrassed. He simply stood in his kitchen masturbating until he came out onto the floor.

As Mike came, Dustin was already pulling away in his cruiser. He chided himself; he felt stupid. This was too far, even for him, and he knew he let his kink and his dick do all the talking.

 

[Brian S]

The stranger's cum filled Krieg's mouth. It didn't taste good, but Krieg dutifully swallowed it down. Roughly 50, Krieg figured, the man fucked his face with his relatively small but raging hard cock. The man's full, round, hairy balls slapped against his chin as they unloaded their contents down his throat. The man grunted, pulling his cock out of Krieg's mouth to rub his surprisingly fat head across Krieg's lips. Another lone spurt oozed out onto Krieg's face, and soon the man was pulling up his boxers. Krieg wiped the cum off his chin with his forearm as the man righted his clothing. Soon enough, the stranger produced a $20 bill and gave it to Krieg.

"Bless you, man." Krieg said to the guy who was already leaving the bathroom.

Immediately, Krieg approached another man who had been watching. The bathroom was known for cruising, and Krieg had learned he could make some good cash sucking cocks. This man was a mountain of a man; a black guy with an equally large cock. He'd been stroking it, waiting his turn. Krieg dutifully stroked it. "8 and a half?" Krieg asked, ogling the large cock in his hands.

"9 and a quarter. By 7 and a quarter." the man said, matter-of-factly.

"Fifty if you wanna fuck me?" Krieg asked.

"Just the blowjob."

"Forty?" Krieg bargained.

"Just suck my cock, kid." the man replied.

"All right, all right." Krieg said, kneeling down in front of the stranger. He put his lips around the large cock and began to suck it, taking as much as he could into his mouth. The stranger gripped Krieg's hair and began to thrust, pushing his cock further down Krieg's throat than he could handle.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Finally!" came the familiar voice from behind Krieg. "Get off him." the voice added, directed at the stranger.

"You have to wait your turn." Krieg said, removing his mouth from around the large cock but still gripping it with his hand. He froze when he saw who it was - Dog and Dakota. "Oh fuck me." he muttered. Hoping to just ignore them, Krieg plunged the cock back into his mouth.

"Stop!" Dog begged, pulling on Krieg's shoulders.

"These friends of yours?" the man asked.

"Yes!" Dog exclaimed at the same time Krieg said "Nope."

"Well which is it? I ain't trying to get busted here."

"It's fine. Just let me suck it." Krieg begged.

"Dude! Stop it." Dog chided, yanking on Krieg's shoulders again.

"Well this got weird." the man said. He pulled away and put his cock back into his underwear. "Sorry, man" he said to Krieg as he zipped his pants up and left.

"You fucks! You just ruined a sure thing! What the fuck are you even doing here?" Krieg asked, standing up.

"We've been looking for you for weeks, dude." Dakota said.

"Why? So you can rub it in my face? So you can see how fucking homeless I am?!?"

"Of course not, bro. Fuck." Dog retorted, trying to keep his voice down.

"Wanna see how I survive sucking cocks for cash? Maybe you want a good laugh watching me eat a fucking sandwich out of the garbage?"

"No! Fuck's sake, dude. Why did you run away?"

"Well you assholes kicked me out...Steven was hooking up with that piece of shit Spooge on the side. Where the fuck else would I go?" Krieg tried to push his way past Dog and Dakota, but in his weakened state he was no match for them. They held him there.

"We need to talk to you." Dakota urged.

"Well I don't need to talk to you." Krieg snipped.

"Well, you're going to listen." Dog said.

"Oh my fucking God, you two. It's over, okay? You made sure of it. And if you're going to read me the riot act about drugs, just stow it. I haven't even done coke in like three weeks."

"Because you can't afford it?" Dog asked.

"Well, duh." Krieg retorted. "Seriously, I don't wanna fucking see you guys, okay?"

"I just don't understand why you didn't come to anyone. Why did you choose this?" Dog asked.

"I didn't fucking choose it. Like I just said, you guys kicked me out."

"We didn't want to continue Frot; we certainly wouldn't have let you be homeless for a month." Dakota reasoned. "Plus you have a family."

"Yeah, and what, go to my asshole of a father and beg for his forgiveness? Fuck that noise." Krieg sneered.

"And your mother? Have you even met your brother...Ashton?" Dog hazarded, not really knowing himself.

"Aaron?" Dakota added, also unsure.

"No I haven't seen either of them since my mom fucking hightailed it outta here. But thanks for reminding me." Krieg said, his tone utterly dripping with sarcasm.

"Look, man, this is all beside the point. There's something we have to tell you."

"And like I said, there's nothing I have to listen to. This is all because of you. I eat trash because of you. I sleep in the fucking park, because of you. I suck stranger's cocks for quick cash because of YOU. So no, I don't wanna fucking listen to any goddamn fucking thing you have-"

"Your dad's dead." Dog blurted out.

"W-what?" Krieg asked, the sentence absolutely not registering.

"He was murdered." Dog shrugged.

"W-what?" Krieg asked again. "What do you mean? How? Where? Why?"

"We don't know all the details, but...I mean...it boils down to...Armani suit in the wrong neighborhood at the wrong time of night." Dakota said, softly.

"Wait, wait, wait. What?" Krieg asked yet again. He couldn't process the information. His mind couldn't decide how to feel. He had despised his father, but he certainly didn't wish that on him. "W...when?" he asked, his voice quivering a bit.

"A couple of weeks ago." Dog said, his tone much softer than it had been.

"It's why we've been trying to find you." Dakota said, adding, "Well, we've been trying to find you anyway, but..."

"Wow. Holy shit..." Krieg said, slumping against the wall and sliding down it until his ass hit the bathroom floor. "You guys aren't...you're not fucking with me?"

"No. No, we're not. Sadly." Dakota responded, squatting beside Krieg to comfort him.

"I...I don't know how to feel." Krieg murmured.

"I know. It's ok." Dog responded. "And uh...I know this is a lot to process right now, but...you should know...he uh...he left you everything."

"What do you mean?"

"The Benz, the house, the...inheritance. Everything."

"What? Why?"

"Well, he apparently had his will changed...after your mom moved out. I mean, she got a little nest egg too, I think mostly because of your brother, but...yeah, man. You're rich." Dog explained.

"W-what?" Krieg repeated, shaking his head. It was so much to process all at once. Without warning, Krieg jumped up and bolted for an open bathroom stall. Collapsing onto his knees in front of it, he began puking.

"We'll give you a minute." Dakota said, pulling on Dog's arm. The two stepped out of the bathroom, staying near the door to make sure Krieg didn't try to run off again.

"I feel bad for him." Dakota muttered, his voice low.

"I know. Me too. I'm also nervous that we just told an addict that he's a millionaire." Dog replied.

"You think? I mean, millionaire?"

"Six figures at least, right? Then with the house and cars...yeah that's what I'd guess."

"Jesus." Dakota muttered.

"I feel like we have to convince him to go back to Nebraska. He can't stay in Chicago with that kind of money."

"They have coke in Nebraska too, though." Dakota pointed out.

"I know, I know. But...you know what I mean...old stomping grounds and all that. And it's SO readily available here." Dog reasoned.

"You might be right. Fuck, sounds like he could buy that whole town he was living in." Dakota chuckled.

"He's not gonna wanna stay in the mansion, right? He's never given a fuck about that stuff...about cars and shit." Dog asked, hoping to convince himself that Krieg wouldn't spend his inheritance on cocaine and partying.

"I don't think he will either. I mean...you saw him just now. He's at his absolute lowest point. Surely he can't wanna blow it all on partying. He seems like...like maybe he's had a wake up call."

"Let's fucking hope so." Dog sighed. He nodded once for Dakota to follow him as he headed back into the bathroom.

 

[Brian S]

*****2037*****

Asher pulled up in front of his childhood home. It felt familiar yet foreign at the same time; it had been so long since he'd returned there. His mother had never exactly been overly supportive of his sexuality, and Asher had felt it was just easier to disappear, to keep his distance.

She was watching TV as usual, her spot on the couch practically form-fitting around her. Days of Our Lives, somehow still airing after all these years, played on the TV as he walked in. She looked tired; haggard. Her breast implants were no longer perky; the botox in her face was beginning to lose its uphill battle.

"Mom..." Asher said, not having seen her in over a year.

"Well...look who it is." she said, craning her neck which was beginning to wrinkle. "Asher." she said, nearly sarcastically. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"I just...I just wanted to come home." he shrugged.

"Run outta money?" she retorted.

"No..."

"Still letting strange men have their way with you?"

"Yeah, still gay, mom." he said, rolling his eyes. Maybe this was a mistake? Maybe he shouldn't have come home at all? It was the same every time, and Asher was instantly reminded of why he rarely made contact with his family in the first place.

Asher looked around, taking in his surroundings. The house was still nice, no doubt due exclusively to the housekeeper. It was such a jarring juxtaposition - everything so neat and tidy, yet his mom was an utter mess.

"I'm glad you're home." she said.

"Are you?" Asher asked, skeptical.

At that moment, his father came in from the kitchen. He was surprised to see him home in the middle of the day. "Dad..." he said, the word rolling out of his mouth nearly involuntarily.

"Hello, son." The hug was brief, cold, but at least there was a hug. It was more than his mom had given him. "How are your teeth?"

"Fine, dad." Asher said, knowing that question was coming. It always did, first thing. Hazards of being a dentist's son, he figured.

"We need to talk." his mom said, fairly abruptly. "Why don't you sit down." she added, more of an order than a question.

"Okay..." Asher sighed, taking a seat on the couch opposite his mother.

"Stacia, is this really what you want?" Asher's dad asked.

"We've been talking about it for a year." came her emotionless reply.

"Well, true. We have something to talk to you about, Asher."

 

[BiBren]

Desperately tries to remember what happened last time Stacia was mentioned. Too much going on haha!

 

[laptoper]

I was beginning to wonder whether you had gone into hibernation again. So great to get further chapters. Horn injuicing as always. many thanks.

 

[upstatebiguy]

Could you give us a reminder of Asher? Been a long time since he's been in the story

 

[Brian S]

Hey all - I got a couple of DM's about the Asher storyline as well. I can't say much about it yet, other than a cryptic "all will be revealed" type of message. Ha ha!

 

[BlackCock85]

Hey all - I got a couple of DM's about the Asher storyline as well. I can't say much about it yet, other than a cryptic "all will be revealed" type of message. Ha ha!

I think I know where this is going and I’m so here for it! Can’t wait