Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

Krieg paced naked around his living room for some time, mentally berating himself for being so stupid. How did I think that was going to end? Did I just think Brighton would hop at the chance to jack off with me? How fucking dumb.

Doing what he always did when he was feeling down, he dialed Lance up. He knew that it could be a long shot, but he called. He wanted to make amends with Lance anyhow. He was surprised Lance picked up.

"Hello?" Lance asked, uncharacteristically.

"Hey, buddy...long time no talk."

"Uh-huh." Lance uttered.

"Look, I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the way I reacted that night."

"I-"

Krieg cut him off. "Please just let me get this out. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have expected you to tell me something that you weren't ready to tell me. I'm sorry I wigged out when I caught you. But in my defense, it was kind of a shock."

"I know, man. I know. I...I've been thinking about it too. I realized that you weren't mad that I like guys. I shouldn't have brought a stranger to your house to fuck in your bed. I uh...I get that now."

"Thank you."

"Thank YOU."

A pregnant pause permeated the conversation before Lance cleared his throat. "Sooo what are you up to?"

"I have so much to tell you." Krieg said. He told Lance everything. EVERYTHING. Sneaking into Ryan's house, the dildo, Camden, this fuck up with Brighton.

"Jesus, man. You've been busy since I left." Lance said.

"Yeah. I guess...I guess all this is what made me think about you. What made me realize you couldn't have told me about yourself until you knew some things."

"Are you...telling me something?"

"No. I don't know. No. I just...I miss jacking off with you. I want to do it again. I want to...I guess...jack off with other guys too. But that's it. I realized how much fun it was when you were here, and I never put a sexual connotation to it, I guess."

"It was all sexual for me."

"I know that now. I feel like I led you on."

"You did, but it wasn't your fault. I didn't tell you how much I wanted you. Still want you."

"R-really?"

"Yeah, man. I've been...you know...with men. Casually. But nothing's been as nice as what I imagine you to feel like."

"Jesus..."

"It's true. The whole time I was there, I was hoping against hope that you would fuck me."

"Really?"

"God, yes. I came to realize just how much I want you. How much I like you, how much I lust after you."

"Fuck, man, I...I didn't know."

"I know. I know you didn't. But...saying that...it's why I can't do it anymore."

"Do what, talk to me?"

"No, we can talk. But...I can't jack off with you in person or over the phone anymore."

"What? Why? I WANT to."

"I know you do, and so do I. That's the problem. Hearing you cum...or, while I was there, watching you cum...it's too much for me, man. I'm not ever gonna move on if that continues. I wanna be your friend, or your lover, and I can't...I can't deal with something in between. I just can't."

"I understand."

"Do you?"

"Not really, but...but I will. Eventually."

Krieg and Lance got off the phone and Krieg sat on his couch, even more dejected than before. Camden had sent him a text to give him his number. He quickly sent a text to him: What ya doing?

Camden sent back: In bed.

Krieg replied: Wanna get together? Jack off?

Camden sent: Aww I wish I could. I just got off and I have a big day tomorrow. Sorry.

It's ok, Krieg sent. But it wasn't okay. Ryan wasn't home yet. Nobody he knew wanted to beat off. Why was this so complicated? Why did he care so much? Why not just jack off alone like he was used to? He thought about going to Ryan's, to at least make his jack session interesting, but he didn't know when Ryan would be home so he didn't want to risk it. Krieg waited up, hoping to see Ryan pull up soon. He'd grab the bull by the horns, he thought. He'd walk on over buck naked and ask Ryan to jack off with him. Surely he would.

Krieg fell asleep on the couch a mere four minutes before Ryan pulled up. He completely missed Ryan jumping out of his truck in just his white briefs. He missed Ryan unloading his truck and eventually having a naked smoke on the back deck while he thought about his rest stop fiasco.

Incidentally, across town, Patrick was shooting his load up Rhett's ass.

 

[Brian S]

Been a few days since I got back from that auto show. Been thinking awful hard about what all happened. I like what I did with Alex; that much was a blast! Don't really know how I feel about the rest stop thing though. I like what I did up to a point, but I don't love that I went farther than I wanted to with that truck driver. I can't put the blame on him; I was a willing participant. I just can't put my finger on what about it makes me now regret it. Is it the setting? Is it cuz the guy was a total stranger? Or is it cuz I rubbed dicks with him and let him grope me? I don't know...maybe a small combination of all three things? Maybe it was just cuz I let myself get so carried away. I mean, that was...something. Driving and jacking down the interstate with no clothes on, walking around a rest stop buck-ass naked...then doing that with that guy. That was just a hell of a lot bigger than anything I've ever done, and it kinda feels like I didn't have control. That I was too horned up and not thinking straight.

I don't wanna dwell on it though. I guess I'd like to just get back to basics. Everything's been so...different lately. You know, Patrick tried to suck my dick, Lance showed up, then I went off to this auto show. Guess I just sorta miss peeping on Krieg, and hoping he's peeping on me. Feel like it went off the rails a little. Sitting on my deck in my birthday suit, I'm realizing that the nights are getting shorter, the air is getting crisper. Right now, it's kind of a perfect time to do this. It's still warm enough to be naked outside, and it's also getting darker sooner so I have more time to sit outside naked. But it won't be like this for long. I won't be able to stand in the driveway nekkid and peep in on Krieg for much longer. Course, I can always go back to doing it from inside my house. But that would also mean he'd have to open his damn blinds. The bedroom blind is still open, but none of the others are. If he jacks off on the couch or anywhere other than his bed, I don't get to see it.

But I ain't all feeling sorry for myself here. I do have some good news going on. Patrick's suddenly talking to me again. Like he used to, and not just short replies. Don't really know what that's about, he did a 180 on me. Not that I'm complaining, I'm happy for it. He even invited me out for a drink this weekend! So we'll see what happens there. I had gotten to a point where I thought I wanted to jack off with him, but now I'm not so sure. That still might be somewhere in my agenda, but I wanna pump the brakes on that a little. Maybe just too much happened all at once and I need to process? I also think just because I had a good time with Alex, don't mean it's gonna be like that for just anyone. That Raoul guy at the hotel and then that truck driver were both actually into guys and that didn't turn out well in either situation. Patrick's into guys too, so I guess I'm afraid of ruining our friendship again. What if he wants to do more when we're jacking it? He already sucked my dick a little, so I'm afraid opening that up again might be something we can't walk back. Like poking a sleeping bear. But still, I'd like to be his friend again so I'm pretty happy he wants to go have a drink!

Second bit of good news I have is that I ordered a pizza tonight! Guess that part of me is still alive and kicking! Camden came to my door and I answered it nekkid! He did say it was good to see me and asked how my trip was. I gave him a short version of it, didn't tell him about Alex or that whole interstate thing at the end, of course. But just like usual, my cock got hard before his very eyes. I was glad that happened, of course. I was afraid that interstate thing soured me on the whole deal. Guess I just need it to be a more controlled situation, less...haphazard. I tipped him well again, and he smiled and said thanks. I guess he'll put up with seeing my hardon as long as I pay him nicely for it. I can live with that arrangement if he can! Course his pants were sagging like usual, maybe even more than usual. Seems like I could see an awful lot of his underwear in the back. They were white Hanes and looked pretty new. Still assuming they're boxerbriefs, but I wish they were briefs. Just don't see a boy of his age and type wearing briefs. But yeah, usually I see maybe 4, 5 inches of his underwear. Tonight was more like 7 or something. A whole lot of his ass was hanging out his pants. I'm so torn between being an old fuddy-duddy, wanting to tell him to pull his darn pants up, and being weirdly excited to see so much of his underwear.

I'm trying to take what Alex told me, what he taught me, to heart. It's okay for me to look. It's okay for me to enjoy seeing his underwear and to imagine what he looks like naked. It's okay for me to think Krieg has a nice dick. That line he said about appreciating art or a sunset really has stuck with me. Ain't nothing wrong with accepting and acknowledging that Krieg has a really fantastic cock.

 

[Brian S]

Of course that night when Camden got home, he jacked off thinking about Ryan showing him his hard cock for the fourth time. Knowingly, anyway. For a short time, he massaged himself in the white briefs he nabbed from Ryan's dresser. What neither he nor Ryan knew was that those were the white briefs Ryan originally nabbed from Krieg. It hadn't dawned on Camden that he and Ryan wouldn't wear the same size. Nevertheless, they helped spark Camden's imagination and fantasies of Ryan.

At least I told him it was good to see him, he thought. Fuck, I can hit on guys my age all damn day. But I clam up when it comes to...to MEN. Men like him. God, he's so fucking hot! I need to figure out how to talk to him!

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Brighton was blowing off steam at a local gym. For the past few days, he couldn't get Krieg's offer out of his mind. Not only that, but he had since accidentally walked in on his roommate Parker beating off. He saw everything - Parker's cock, his balls; he was completely nude. Brighton had seen Parker's dick before, in a funny, non-sexual way. Or in the locker room after football. But not like that. Not hard. Not masturbating. The thing is, he felt Parker didn't react the way he thought he should.

Brighton attacked the punching bag as if he could beat the thoughts out of his head. His blonde hair was soaking wet; it dripped off his head and face. His grey cut-out shirt was damp, clinging to him as he aggressively punched the bag. He didn't hate Krieg. He didn't even dislike him. In fact, Brighton found himself considering the offer.

What fuckin' harm would it of done? he wondered. It's just beatin' off. I do it every day at least once. Who cares if it would of been with another guy? We were already hard...what's another few minutes? I got a nice dick, he's got a nice dick. Who gives a shit? I mean...I guess I do. Is it too gay? Maybe I should ask a gay dude what he thinks. Course then that gay dude's gonna wanna do it too if he knows I'm thinking about it. But am I even really thinking about it? And fuckin' Parker, man...didn't even cover his shit up. Didn't even stop holding it when I walked in on him! Yeah I mean he did stop jacking it. But didn't hide it. Figured he'd put his boxers over it or cover it with his hands...something. How the fuck do you go 21 years without seeing anything like that, then BOOM, 2 guys in the same week? I ain't even that mad about it and that's the trippy part.

After his workout, Brighton guzzled some water from the fountain and peeled his shirt off on the way to the locker room. He stripped down to his damp, white jockstrap quickly, then dicked around a little. Soon, he peeled his jock off as well, and strutted cockily to the showers as he always did. He knew he was hot as sin, and wanted everyone to know it. There were a few guys in the showers - mostly old men, according to him. He didn't mind communal showers; in fact, he kind of enjoyed them. He would never consider himself an exhibitionist, much less know how to spell the word, but that's exactly what he was. On his own level, anyway. He relished being attractive with a hot body, amazing ass, and pretty as hell cock.

As he showered, he felt his cock twitch. He thought nothing of it, because his cock, like most guy's cocks, always got a little chubbed in the shower. He continued with shampooing his hair and working a lather on his tight football-player body. A somewhat beefy, fairly hairy man stepped under the shower head beside him, but he paid him no attention. He was lost in his own thoughts, which ping-ponged through his head as per usual. Brighton was just...well, kind of an airhead. No one thought stayed with him for long, except these persistent thoughts of beating off with someone. Just the "what if" of it all.

Before he could even react, Brighton's cock got fully hard. He was embarrassed, of course, but there was little he could do to hide it. He faced the wall, trying to minimize its exposure, but he knew guys on either side of him could see it if they just looked down. Brighton was now trying to speed through his shower, when the beefy guy beside him spoke to him.

"Hey man, how's it going? Name's Patrick."

 

[Brian S]

*****2010*****

It was just a matter of hours before Christmas Break. Inhibitions in Patrick and Trey's room had really started to slip away. At the beginning of the semester, Trey only made his cock visible for brief bursts of time, and only at certain points in the day. Trey started showing it more and more, at a slowly increasing frequency. By this point, Trey always got naked the second he got to the room. Well, not always. Sometimes he wore his boxers for a couple of minutes first.

Patrick found he didn't care, and was actually starting to match Trey's nudity. More or less. He hadn't yet simply hung out nude all night while they studied, like Trey did. But he was sleeping naked every night, and would generally stay that way post-shower. He would hang out in his briefs, though. Typically in the last hour or so before bed, Patrick would take them off. He was slowly getting more and more comfortable with the idea.

On more than one occasion, he and Trey had caught each other masturbating. On the last occasion, Patrick found himself desperately wanting to finish, but he didn't. He typically tried to rub one out before Trey got back from class, or he did it in a toilet stall in the bathroom, which wasn't exactly the most appealing location.

He still hadn't gotten laid; hadn't lost his virginity. He thought he was close at a Halloween mixer, but the girl got so wasted she threw up all down the front of her Lady Gaga costume. He'd gone as a Roman gladiator, and earlier in the night, the girl had reached up his tunic to grope the front of his briefs. He felt he should have known right then and there that she was too drunk to fuck. Another girl was leading him on, sexting with him, sending him pics of her tits. It seemed like a sure thing until he found out she had a boyfriend, and she was expressly trying to cheat on him with Patrick.

So, this night, just hours before he could go home for Christmas, Patrick was hanging out with Trey in their room. The two were naked and stoned as hell. Their whole floor was eerily quiet, as most of the boys had gotten to leave already. Both Trey and Patrick had reasons to stay until the morning - Trey had to take a test and Patrick had to turn in some assignments. The two boys carried on late into the night. At about 3 in the morning, Trey passed out on his bed, leaving Patrick bored. He decided to take a shower.

Typically, Patrick would just shower in the mornings before class. But since all he had to do was turn in a few papers, he wanted to be ready to bolt for home as soon as he could. He was already as packed as he could be, so showering at that point might shave some time off his morning routine so he could leave campus more quickly.

With the dorm already being so quiet, and with it being 3 in the morning, Patrick just strolled down the hallway naked. Being so daring and feeling so free aroused his cock a bit. He sauntered into the empty showers and turned on a shower head. Once the water was to temp, he got under it and felt his cock stiffening some more. Before too long, he was completely hard. He figured since he hadn't gotten to jerk off for a while, and since he was longing to lose his virginity, he must be on edge. He turned around to face the cinderblock wall, and he slowly slid his hand down his stomach until he got to his hard cock. He did debate whether he should jack off, but the debate was short. Once he wrapped his hand around his cock, he knew he had to. Patrick began to slowly stroke himself, feeling the hot water cascading down his chest. He'd gotten about a minute into it when he heard a noise behind him. He immediately stopped stroking himself, moved his hand completely. He didn't dare turn around, because then he'd be exposing his erection to someone.

This someone, a sandy-blonde boy from his floor, sidled up to the shower head next to him, even though literally all the others were open. He hoped the guy wouldn't see his erection, even though he knew that was next to impossible. The guy looked over at him and said, "Hey, what's up? I'm Jason."

 

[Brian S]

Welp, today was sure an interesting day! After work, Patrick was talking to me. Kept talking to me. He said he had to change his clothes; asked if I cared. I told him I didn't care at all, thinking he would hit the bathroom or something. But nope. He started getting nekkid right there in the shop! He got down to his Navy Blue boxerbriefs, and I thought he was going to stop there. But he didn't. He got full-on naked! Didn't seem in a hurry to put any clothes back on either. He kinda stalled if you ask me. Kept talking to me. Decided that was a good time to take his watch off, as if he couldn't have done it with clothes on. Anyway, when he finally got his bag and opened it, he pulled out a pair of Hanes white briefs to put on.

I didn't know he ever wore briefs...course, I've only seen him in his underwear a few times. Plus, I figure, doesn't every guy have some different underwear? I do. Course, one pair I stole from Krieg's dad and the other pair I bought on a whim. Guess I got the Jockeys too now. But I sure don't have boxerbriefs or even boxers. Anyhow, I guess I never realized how much I enjoy seeing a guy in his underwear. Didn't know I had a preference, which is obviously briefs. Seeing Patrick naked again was great! But seeing him pull on some white briefs? That was...even greater somehow. Guess I'm at the point in my life now where I can freely admit that he looks damn good in 'em, and not feel bad about myself. Not feel ashamed of those thoughts. So what? It's like art, remember?

He did look good though. His package looked...formidable. Much more formidable than it does in his boxerbriefs. Certainly much more formidable than my package in my briefs! And his ass looked great! It looked like it was framed better, defined more. Course, his thick, hairy thighs sticking out the leg holes were pretty dang great too, I'll admit. I'll also admit the whole experience sorta re-sparked my interest in jacking off with him. I would like to see him shoot his load, and not just through his window. I kinda figured I oughtta go peep on him again some night.

Course I was all sorts of wound up when I got home! I took a shower and stayed naked as usual. Hard as hell. I took my hardon outside in broad daylight for a smoke. Kinda just praying Krieg would come out his back door. He didn't. Goddamn, I was horny!

Cut to me on my bed, fucking myself with that dildo! Fuck it feels so good. So damn good. To be perfectly honest, I was really going to town on myself! I had jacked off an on earlier, but wasn't at this point. Just using the dildo on myself. It started to feel real damn good. Better than usual! Shit, what was this feeling? It was...incredible! It was different, and in a great way! My body was tingling, and my cock was so fucking hard. Just as I was thinking how I wanted to ride this wave forever, I jizzed! I fucking jizzed! From the dildo; I wasn't touching my cock at all. When I started to cum, I said "What the-" but grabbed it to jack it. Pumped out a huge load onto myself! I was a different man there for a hot minute. All whines and body shudders.

When I was done, I laid flat, panting and covered in cum. I wiped some off my nipple and tasted it. I...I don't know why. I wasn't touching the dildo anymore, but it was still in me. After a short while though I felt it starting to slide so I pulled it out. Then just laid there some more. How goddamn amazing. I didn't know that was possible! To just...just cum like that? Once I got past the initial shock of it all, I started to wonder if Krieg ever came like that. Wondering that was one thing. The actual words I used in my thoughts surprised the shit outta me: I wonder if Krieg ever cums like that. Just...fucking spontaneously out his hot cock while he fucks himself in that tight little ass?

Wow.

Just when I think I have a handle on myself, I find out that I don't at all. Course, I haven't gotten to fuck a woman in...what...damn near a year now? I'm fucking pent up. No wonder I'm having these thoughts. The only sexual outlet I've had is jacking it with Alex or spying on guys.

 

[Brian S]

Friday Night:

Krieg hadn't been feeling well all day, but tried to soldier on. He went to work anyway, hoping it would pass, but he only felt worse and worse. He was hot, feverish, sweaty. He finally caved and called in Brighton, who said he'd be glad to work, but it'd be a minute before he could get in. He told Krieg he'd hurry.

As Krieg got off the phone and tried to find some reserve energy to face the bar crowd, Brighton darted out of his bedroom in his underwear, and barged into the bathroom. Parker was in there, right in the middle of trimming his pubes.

"Jesus, dude. Ever hear of knocking? I coulda been whacking off!"

"Wouldn't be the first time I've seen it." Brighton retorted, as he dropped his underwear.

Parker laughed, and then asked, "Sooo whatcha doing?"

"Just got called into work." Brighton said, turning on the shower. He couldn't help but notice that Parker's cock was about half hard from him handling it while trimming. He hopped in the shower to rinse off quickly.

"Can you just leave it running? I gotta get in when you're done." Parker said.

"Sure man." Brighton replied, speeding through his shower. By the time he was done, he was also around half hard; well beyond the typical shower chub he usually got. He left the water on and got out to dry off. Parker was brushing his teeth, and Brighton became distracted by the way Parker's cock wiggled with every brush stroke. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to be titillating. Soon, Parker hopped in the shower and Brighton went to his room to get ready. Something made him pack his work clothes in a bag, and before too long, he was off.

Krieg watched Brighton change in the office, barely able to muster the energy to be intrigued by it.

"No offense, man, but you look like shit." Brighton said, dropping his shorts to reveal his Saxx trunks, mostly black with brightly colored confetti squares all over them.

"I'm...yeah, I don't feel good." Krieg replied, feebly. "Hey, weird timing I know, but I wanted to say sorry for what happened that night."

"Hey man, no worries. I asked to see yours and shit, I got mine out too. I over-reacted. Just wasn't expecting it is all. But I ain't mad about it.", Brighton said, dropping his underwear to now be fully nude.

"Cool." Krieg said. "Thanks."

"Yeah man!" Brighton took a few steps over - naked - to bump fists with Krieg. "Like I said, no worries, dude." Brighton then pulled on the same Saxx he had been wearing that night, and Krieg wondered if it was intentional or not. And why had he changed at all? He told Krieg he had to hop in the shower at home...why not just put his work clothes on? Krieg felt too nauseated to put much thought to it, and once Brighton was ready, Krieg clocked out and went home.

The first thing he did was get naked. That's typical of Krieg, but that night it had a lot to do with feeling so hot and feverish. He got himself a big glass of ice water and took it upstairs to bed.

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Across town, Patrick was pulling on Ryan's briefs that he'd snagged. He'd already shown them to him, but he was hoping Ryan might get to see them again that night. He had a personal mission; to try to get to the bottom of Ryan's behavior a little. He decided that he would do whatever it is Ryan would do - if it got that far. Of course Patrick was hoping to get his cock up Ryan's bubble butt, but he would settle for handjobs or just plain hanging out naked. Anything.

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Camden had gone on a delivery where the man answered in cheap pajama pants and no shirt. The guy reminded Camden of Ryan a bit - a fairly hairy dad type - except maybe a little older. The thing is, the man's fly to his pajama pants was puckering open, allowing Camden brief shots of the man's untrimmed pubic hair and the base of his cock. He was certain the man was oblivious to it, but it got Camden worked up. However, he was trying not to show it for two reasons. The most obvious was that he didn't want the guy to know he was checking out the partial, accidental cock flash. The other reason is that he had a trainee with him. A new boy that just started. His name was Jackson, and Camden found him to be a pretty cute ginger. Maybe gay?

 

[nathan8z]

Man oh man. This ongoing thread has me totally wrapped. This is no longer LPSG for me... it’s the Ryan and Krieg website for me. The only thing I look for on this site anymore is an update on this thread. Just like edging... I love the an-ti-ci-pa.....tion. Thank you.

 

[Brian S]

Well, tonight was another weird fuckin' night in a long list of weird fuckin' nights. Met Patrick at the bar. We sat at a table near a big flatscreen TV that was playing some football game. I wasn't really paying attention to be honest. I was too involved with talking to Patrick. He seemed pretty interested in talking to me too, with little bursts of distraction here and there. But that's Patrick; he always seems like he's got a lot going on in his mind. Like he's got a lot of irons in the fire or something. So I knew it was nothing personal. I was really happy to be hanging out with him again!

Dare I say he looked great? Well, he did. His clothes looked good, they fit him well. He smelled good. Overall, he just was an intriguing man tonight. I admit I had little flashes of...not fantasies per se, at least I don't think so. Just thoughts, I guess? As he was speaking, I looked at his mouth and little flashes of memory popped in and out of my head. Memories of looking down at him as he sucked my cock that night. I've admitted this before, but now I feel like I can and not be ashamed to...it was good. It was better than good. I didn't think I wanted him to suck my cock in earnest, but I also didn't think there was any harm in admitting that he was pretty damn great at it. The short time I experienced it anyway. My mind wandered...

Would he have kept sucking me? Would he have swallowed my cum? Would he have wanted me to suck him off too? Or would he want to do more? Does he still think about that time he had my cock in his mouth?

"Hey man, hello!" Patrick said, snapping me out of my daydream. I blinked a few times and shook my head a little.

"Sorry, I spaced out there for a minute." I said, chuckling, as I pulled the pint of beer to my lips.

Here's the thing. Patrick went to the pisser while I went to the bar to get more beers for us. A lady was sitting there and out of the blue she said, "Sure, I'd love a drink."

I smiled at her and nodded at the bartender. "Get her whatever she's having." He brought back some top shelf whiskey, neat. About three times the price of my beer. She knocked it back like it was water.

"Violet." she said, extending her hand.

"Ryan." I said, lightly shaking her hand.

Smoothly, she put her hand on my ass and said, "You're cute, Ryan."

I was flabbergasted. "Uh...thanks! I mean...thank you. I mean...you're very attractive as well." Jesus, was a woman hitting on me?

"We should have a drink together." she said.

"Oh, that's a nice offer, but I'm here with a buddy."

"I meant...somewhere more private? Say...your place?"

How could I pass this up? This lady was literally ready to go home with me, and I didn't even have to try. I was there with Patrick, though. But...seriously, how could I pass this up? He had to understand, right? He knew I'd been having a rough time with my wife cheating on me and moving out...he knew how long it had been since I felt the touch of a woman.

"I'll uh...I'll be right back." I told her. She smiled at me. I went back to the table and put the two pints down. "Hey uh..."

"That chick was hitting on you so hard." Patrick said. I was glad he noticed. It made it easier for me to bail on him. At least somewhat. I still felt like shit for doing that, but...I had to.

"She wants me to...take her home." I said.

"Do it, man. Go for it."

"Really? You're sure about that?"

"Completely. You deserve it. You need it."

"Wow. I mean...thanks. I felt shitty about leaving you here...I mean, I FEEL shitty about leaving you here."

"Dude. This is an opportunity you can't pass up. You know I'm the type of guy who believes that if you have a chance to get laid, you should take that chance. Go, fuck her."

I laughed. "Thanks, man. Thanks."

"But I expect details on Monday!" he hollered after me.

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Patrick truly did believe in what he said to Ryan. That if you can get laid, you should get laid. He was a little curious that Ryan was so eager to fuck a woman, but he figured Lance must have been full of shit. Maybe Ryan hadn't been peeping on them. Maybe Lance embellished it a little. Maybe it was a misunderstanding; Ryan was taking the trash out or something. If Ryan was really gay, why would he turn down both Lance and I? Especially since I already had his cock down my throat.

There was another reason Patrick wasn't too upset with Ryan bailing. He picked up both pints and moved to the bar.

"Hey man, how's it going? Name's Patrick." he said to the bartender.

"Yeah...um...Brighton. We uh...we met."

"Did we?" Patrick asked. It was a game to Patrick; he knew he'd met Brighton. How could he forget that hot blonde football player with the delicious ass, hard as fuck in the gym shower? He just liked playing hard to get. "Oh! That's right! Boner Boy!" Patrick said.

Brighton blushed and grinned awkwardly as he looked down at the floor. "Yeah...that uh...that doesn't...like that's not...you know, normal for me."

"Hey man, no worries. Shit happens. Dicks are literally designed to get hard; it's what they do. And...between you and me...you got not a damn thing to be ashamed of."

Brighton chuckled, blushed, and smiled at Patrick. It was just the right amount of ego stroking that Brighton enjoyed.

 

[Brian S]

Violet was on me the second we got back to my house. I thought we'd talk. I thought we'd get to know each other better. Instead, her top was off and my jeans were open before we got out of the entryway. I wasn't going to complain. In fact, I felt a certain relief from having to "play the game" and flirt just right. To be honest, I didn't want to know her as a person. At least...not before I fucked her. I figured time would tell if anything developed out of it...of course I'm smart enough to know that was unlikely.

I hopped around with my pants half down, trying to yank my shoes and socks off while she ditched her heels. To the couch we went, simply because it was the nearest soft spot available. Violet was immediately on top of me, straddling me, grinding her thong against my briefs as she undid my shirt. We kissed aggressively, almost violently as I reached around to her back to undo her bra. Her tits settled to their natural state as broke the tension of her red, lacy support. She helped me take it off her, throwing it across the room. I buried my face between them. I kissed them. I suckled lightly on her perfect, perky, pink nipples. I could feel my erection pushing against the inside of my briefs, against her thong as she continued to grind on me. Both of us were starting to get wet in our own ways.

"Unh!" I grunted, as she bit my nipple just a bit too hard. She was rough, aggressive. I tried to match her intensity, but this was new to me. I'd only had sex with one woman, and the last few years were so lackluster. Stick it in, hump, get off, roll over and go to sleep. I wasn't used to...this.

Violet kissed my lips, working her way down my neck, to my chest where she again bit my nipple just a bit too aggressively. From there, she kissed down my body, trailing her tongue along my stomach and at the same time pulling my briefs down. My cock sprang out, hard as hell. She smiled at it. She had slid off me for the most part, was now on the floor between my legs. She took my underwear off me and started sucking my cock without delay. She paid no attention to my balls or anything else - my wife was the same way. I'm sure a lot of women aren't exactly excited about sucking on a nut, but...man they could really please us that way if they tried it.

Her blowjob was enthusiastic, if a little rough. She slurped on my cock like she was trying to detach it from my body. Suddenly I found myself ranking all the blowjobs I had. Violet was better than my wife, who barely ever did it and only completely without enthusiasm. But...she wasn't anywhere near Patrick's level. Violet was too rough with it, no teeth but just...aggressive. I felt myself start to soften, so I pulled her up close to me, so she would straddle me again. She pushed her wet black thong against my cock and kissed me again.

We got up to retreat to my bedroom upstairs. She peeled off her thong, and I dropped my open shirt. Both naked, we dashed upstairs, slightly giggling as we did. I pulled my blinds shut as she laid on the bed. I hadn't seen Krieg at the bar, working, and while I'm perfectly fine with him watching me, I didn't want to violate Violet's privacy. The fact that I thought about Krieg at all when I was about to fuck a beautiful woman...

I buried my face in her wet pussy immediately, tonguing the folds and tasting her wetness. I licked and kissed and lapped while she pushed down on the back of my head, hard. As I spread her labia open wider with one hand, I reached down with the other to touch myself. Totally limp. What? I dove into her pussy with more enthusiasm, humping my cock against my bed until I got hard again. I kissed up her body, to her tits, where I spent some time. Then her lips again as I pressed myself against - but not into - her pussy.

"Get a rubber!" she instructed. Slightly dazed, I couldn't even remember if I had rubbers. Yeah. Yeah I did. I had some in my nightstand. I felt weird seeing my sex toys in there, especially that dildo, as I searched for a rubber. Luckily it was only a month expired. As I fumbled with the wrapper, Violet leaned over, sprawled across my bed, to suck my dick hard again. I just kept losing my erection. But I was nervous. This was the first time in a long time for me. And it all happened so quickly; I barely knew this woman. Rough as she was with my cock, she managed to get me hard again. I unrolled the condom onto it, and gave it a couple tugs. Ready to go.

I laid on my back so Violet could straddle me - her suggestion. She practically pinned me down, sitting herself on my cock. Her warm, inviting pussy swallowed my dick whole. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she began to ride me. I grabbed them, played with her nipples. I was distracted and didn't realize what was happening, until...my cock slipped out. Not fully soft, but definitely not hard enough to fuck someone.

"It's okay." she said, preemptively. Assuming I was going to be upset about losing my boner. I was, but I wasn't. I just started feeling like...I didn't want this. She was sexy, and...theoretically at least...I wanted to fuck her so hard. Rock her world. But realistically...I didn't know her. I didn't really care for her style of aggression either, if I'm being honest. She reached back and beat my cock like she was making cake batter. It only made me softer.

"You do it." she said. I reached around her thigh to grab my limp, condom-wrapped dick. I stroked it with my left hand, played with her tits with my right hand. I got hard again. Back in business. She rolled off me onto her back, spreading her legs willingly and invitingly. I lapped at her pussy a couple more times before I slid up her to fuck her. I held my cock to guide it, and to stroke it as I felt myself softening up yet again. I had a brief solid erection once more, and I jammed it up her, hoping to just get this over with. Before I humped twice, I knew that this wasn't going to work. By the fourth hump, I was too soft to continue.

"Ever try to shoot pool with a rope?" she asked, which I found just...crude. Maybe it's your fault, Violet. Maybe you should get to know someone better before taking their cock into your twat. Maybe you shouldn't handle a cock like it's a goddamn stick shift, Violet. I found myself unnecessarily enraged at her. Well, unnecessarily, save for the snide comment.

"Yeah, it's just not gonna work." I said, not even feeling embarrassed about it at that point. I wanted to get this over with. I wanted to tell her I wasn't going to be able to fuck her. Get her dressed, send her on her way. I was now feeling actually turned off by her, ashamed I bailed on my friend to do...this. I pulled the condom off my limp dick and threw it away. "Sorry. I just like to get to know someone better." I said, not sounding sorry at all.

Violet sat up and could see into my open nightstand drawer. "Mm-hmm." she muttered sarcastically.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's fine. I ain't mad or nothin." she said. "Just...that's an awful big dildo you got there."

"That's not really your business. Lots of guys like that."

"Gay ones." she said. I was glad she got up to find her clothes because I was about to yell at her. And that's not me. That's not who I am. I would have regretted it immediately. I don't care what this trash thinks of me anyway.

After she left, I cracked open a beer and took it to my deck where I also lit a cigarette and stood there naked. Most men would have felt bad...been embarrassed about not being able to get it up. Or...to keep it up, in my case. But I just didn't. I didn't feel bad. I didn't care. I started feeling a relief of sorts that I couldn't keep it hard. I realized that even though I thought she was fuckable, I didn't really want to fuck her. I just...it was too fast. Too sudden. I couldn't stick my dick in a lady half an hour after I met her. And, again...it wasn't good. Well, I didn't think so. Maybe some men like her aggression but I didn't. So no, I didn't feel bad about myself at all. If anything, it was a bullet dodged.

 

[Brian S]

Well shit, now I'm even more confused, Krieg thought. Of course the fucker has to pull the blinds down or move away from the window every time he get laid. I know he said he was married before, but...I guess I just assumed his wife left because he liked dudes. Shit, I thought it was a fever dream at first, as I woke up to see some tits and a shaved pussy in the window next door. Then I saw him with his boner. Just before he shut the blinds. I wanna jerk off, but...I just don't think I feel good enough for that. Fuckin' weird-ass fever hitting me outta nowhere. Jesus Christ, my sheets are drenched. My body's so damn hot...sweaty.

Krieg reached down just to feel himself as he laid on top of his covers with the ceiling fan on full blast. Damn, my balls feel nice though. Nice and low, trying to escape my body heat. Krieg got up to strip his sheets, as shitty as he felt. He knew he'd feel better not laying in a pool of his own salty sweat. Weakly, he put new sheets on his bed, balling the old ones up in the corner of his room.

A cold shower...he thought as he wobbled his way to the bathroom. His balls stuck to his thighs, and his ass crack felt like a river. He turned his shower on and got in, bumping the knob to the right more and more to make it colder. He finally settled on a temp and just stood there, letting the water hit him and wash away his sweat. He'd only been asleep for a couple of hours, but stunk already. As he stood there, he couldn't get the images of what he saw across the way out of his mind.

So...Ryan's bi? Just trying it out again maybe? Why do I feel like I need to care about this? Why do I feel...a touch of jealousy? Clearly I don't want him to fuck me, but...I just...I thought I knew him. Maybe I'm fucking deluding myself. Maybe I was wrong about him. I was certainly fucking wrong about Brighton. About Lance. But...I could have sworn he was watching me beat off. Maybe he did once, out of some morbid fuckin' curiosity or something. Maybe he's just...kind of a nudist, and this doesn't have anything to do with sex? That's a possibility I never fully considered. Why am I jealous? It's either because I wanted him to pay attention to me and only me, or I wish I could be fucking that woman instead. That's really the only two options. Maybe that's why he turned Lance down. Shit...now I understand Lance hitting on him. Never put that together til now. Him being a straight nudist actually explains a fucking lot. He doesn't care, isn't bothered by being nude or seeing me nude. But yet, hasn't tried to have sex with me. Turned Lance down. And is, right now, balls deep in a woman. But...what about that gay blowjob thing? Before they got up and left the room? Wait a minute...

Krieg opened his eyes and stared at the wall of his shower. He just had a realization. The guy that was sucking Ryan's dick is the same guy that was fucking Lance. Patrick, I think his name was? Huh. Okay, so if Ryan was letting Patrick suck his cock, then that must mean he's bi. But...shit...is getting head from a guy really gay? I mean...sure, there's...questions...but it doesn't mean anything. I jacked off with Lance a bunch of times and I don't think that makes me bi or gay. Maybe they just got drunk and...I could see that. Ryan hadn't had sex in a long time...he got drunk...worked up the courage to ask Patrick for a blowjob. Doesn't mean anything. Getting your cock sucked by a guy doesn't automatically mean you're into men, right? I mean, I've fucked my couch cushions before, it doesn't mean I'm sexually attracted to couches. Maybe it was just a one-off thing, to relieve Ryan's pent up energy. It makes sense. I don't think being naked around other men, being comfortable and secure that way makes you gay. Shit, I'd be Elton John and Lady Gaga's love child by now. But I suppose if you're a nudist comfortable with male nudity...it at least gives you a leg up on that?

Krieg figured he'd beat off if his cock got hard in the shower. Between the fever and the cold water, it didn't. He just dried off and went back to bed.

 

[Brian S]

Camden peeled off his green Hanes briefs and flopped onto his bed, dejected. His face was somewhat buried in his pillow, and his own hot breath warmed it as he exhaled sharply.

Well I guess I'm just stupid, then. Here I thought Ryan showing his dick to me meant something. I thought he was...giving me a sign...flirting in a blunt way. I thought he wanted me to suck it. Maybe he wanted to fuck me. But...nope.

Camden thought back roughly 20 minutes, when he was standing outside Ryan's living room window, pants and briefs down, about to jack. He didn't jack, though...not after what he saw.

I just can't believe I'm so dense. He obviously likes showing me his hot body...he knows he's hot. He knows I want him. But I can never get what that woman was getting. The way she eagerly sucked his dick...made me jealous. I wanted to be the one doing that. He obviously enjoyed himself. They couldn't even wait to get past the entryway to strip half naked, they were so horny for each other. Guess I just convinced myself he wanted me. I spied on him too much, built up my own storyline in my head about him. He knows I've seen him naked 4 times...he doesn't know I've actually seen him naked 8 or 9 times. He doesn't know I've seen him jack off. That's on me...that's me making up what I want to think...my wishes taking over my mind. He obviously just likes teasing me...knowing he'll never ever give it to me, but wants me to want him. It's like he knows I have a thing for hot dad types...hot dads who wear tighty whities are even better. I've wasted so much time working on this. Hoping for it. I could have been hitting up grindr or scruff more. I could have tried to see if the new ginger boy is actually gay. But no, I darted outta work to go spy on Ryan.

I hope she had fun with him at least. I hope it wasn't for nothing. But I think he's too good for her. She looked trashy...easy. She looked like she'd give it up right away. Course...who the fuck am I to talk? I'd give it up right away to Ryan too. He's just so fucking hot to me. I really wish I could have known what it was like to suck his cock...to feel it in my ass. To feel his warm, manly body push against me from behind...but no. Guess that'll never happen. I guess I'm glad I found that out. In a weird way. It saves me from having to pine for him some more. It frees me up to focus on other things. Is it...is it weirdly hotter now that I know he's straight yet shows me his cock still? Kinda. I'd trade that for actually getting to fuck around with him though.

 

[Brian S]

As Krieg showered and Camden moped, Lance was in Chicago, about to suck Dog's dick. He was as surprised as anyone it got that far. Dog was far from homophobic, and actually engaged in a LOT of homoerotic activity through the years. Lance never thought he'd actually cross that line though.

Dog had partied. Hard. Lance wanted Dog to fuck him, but Dog said he was in no shape to fuck. But a blowjob would be nice. HE suggested the blowjob. He hadn't balked at the concept of fucking Lance, but just knew he couldn't perform that way. He could lay there and get sucked though.

Lance easily swallowed Dog's hard cock, small as it was. There was something about Dog that Lance was really taking to lately. He was just so ballsy, upfront, unapologetic. A fun hellion, a force to be reckoned with. Something about the fact that he had a little dick actually endeared Lance to him more. He figured if Dog was as hung as Krieg, his antics would be annoying. He'd just be showing off a big cock, rather than proudly displaying what God gave him. A big fuck you to anyone who would make fun of him. A ballsy, confident, secure-in-himself attitude. Plus, his balls were just so goddamn big. There was a slight juxtaposition, his balls seeming big because of his cock size, but...they were legitimately huge. Lance's chin nudged those big balls as he sucked Dog's cock.

I can't believe this is really happening. Ever since I...discovered some shit about myself, I've been lusting after Dog. Never in a million years would I think he'd let me suck his dick. Fuck...is it actually really hot that it's small? He's so fucking daring...ballsy...rough looking with tats and piercings, and a fuck-all attitude. Then he's got a little dick. Unh, that IS hot. It doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter to anyone. Not all the girls he fucks. It's HIM they want. It's his body, his attitude, his larger than life personality. He fucks good from what I hear anyway. And his balls are just...wow. Who the fuck has balls this big? Dog, that's who.

I wish he wasn't so fucked up he couldn't fuck me, but...baby steps I guess? This is a start. I've never...never done something like this yet. I always just get to the part where they fuck me. I never spend a lot of time on foreplay...certainly never just suck a guy off without getting something in return. I sure don't care, though...I get his cock somehow. I get to show him just what I can do. Though I don't think I'm very good at sucking dick yet. Course...that's another thing about his size. I can swallow the whole fucking thing. It's easier for me, who has kind of no clue what he's doing.

Goddamn it, his balls on my chin? UNF. He tastes better than I would have guessed. Smells better too. There's definitely a must on those nuts, but...it's not bad. It's good. It's manly. Just enough to be sexy as fuck. Shit...I should have offered to ride him. I could have done all the work and he could still lay there. Still...this is a start. I'll suck his cock and get the idea out there...get his mind thinking about it.

I already wish I could tell Krieg that I got to suck Dog's cock. But...I can't. He doesn't want to hear that. And I can't open up sexually to him without lusting after him. I wish I didn't have to create that distance...but I do. Like I told him, we either need to fuck around or be just friends. I can't watch him jack off. I can't watch him cum. Then pretend like everything's fine and I didn't wish he would have cum in my mouth or...up my ass.

Stop thinking about Krieg, for fuck's sake. You're sucking Dog's hot cock off and thinking about another guy? One who actually won't do anything with you? Jesus, Lance, get a hold of yourself. Dog's cock is hot. His balls are hot. He's hot. I can't wait for him to fuck me. Just pound me so hard from behind, like I've seen him do to lucky slutty girls. I'll be slutty for you too, Dog. You can just get right behind me and-oh shit, he's cumming! Sucking his load down now...he made no noise. I figured he'd...groan, or...announce it. I've heard him be vocal as fuck with girls...he's nervous. He doesn't want to be TOO into it with his buddy. I get that. Fuck, he makes a lot of cum in those balls. Of course he does, they're huge. His cum tastes...well, like cum. I've had worse. Thick as fuck though...and just so, so much of it. Thought I was hungry before this started...probably won't be now! More cum...kind of a lackluster orgasm, but...again, I'm sure he doesn't want to goon out over one of his best friends sucking his dick. I think that...that might be all his cum. Finally. So thick. Almost need a steak knife. Sticky as fuck too. I'm gonna slurp on his dick just a little longer...make sure I got it all...swallowing his cock whole...it's uh...it's softening. It's...it's done for, I guess. Didn't think he got limp so quick after jizzing. But again, gay blowjob from a best friend. Okay, I suppose it's time to stop sucking on it, I look like a bird yanking on an earthworm.

Lance knelt upright and started to say, "Shit man, that was a lot of-" He stopped when he saw Dog was out like a light. Completely and utterly passed out. "Dog! Dog!!" No response. Lance got off the bed, naked and hard, and paced around the room.

When the fuck did he pass out? He was holding my head down earlier...right when I started. When the fuck did he pass out?!? Well now I just feel...dirty. Wrong. Like a fucking predator. I didn't mean for that. I thought he was awful quiet, but...I thought he was nervous. This was...new for him...outside his wheelhouse...oh God. Fuck. Okay, Lance. Calm down. Calm the fuck down. You said he could fuck you. He said he couldn't, but that I could suck his dick. I got confirmation. It's not my fault he slipped under while I was blowing him. You're fine. You're fine. Oh God, is he going to remember this? What if he doesn't? What if he DOES?

Lance grabbed his clothes and darted to his own bedroom to pretend like nothing ever happened. He'd play it by ear, he figured. Wait and see what Dog's reaction was. If he said anything about it. What a disaster.

 

[Brian S]

"Unnnggghhh! Fuuuuuck!" Patrick growled as he took a slight break by pulling his face out of Brighton's ass crack. "Now THAT'S a goddamn ass! You sure I can't fuck it?" Patrick wiped his wet mouth with his forearm. Practically his whole face was wet from his own saliva.

Brighton chuckled, nervously. "Yeah no, sorry."

"No matter. I could eat this fucker for days." With that, Patrick buried his face in Brighton's ass again, feeling the light blonde peach fuzz on the round cheeks as he spread them. Across the room, you wouldn't even know Brighton had hair on his ass. But with your face buried in it... Patrick was making Brighton squeal and whine, he was blowing Brighton's mind.

How the...unh...fuck did it get to this? Unh...it feels good though. I can't believe it does. But it does. Unh! How did he fuckin' charm his way into this? I act like I don't know. Stroked my ego just right is what he did. Told me I was hot, showed his interest...without ever being too blunt...too pervy. UNH! Fuck, I can't believe I got a man's face in my butt. Can't believe it actually feels good. His tongue is...fuckin' amazing. Jesus. Fuck my cock is hard. Wasn't at first, but...once he got going...fuck I got hard. Got so hard. Unhhhh...I'm such a whiny little bitch right now. What the fuck is that about? And why the fuck am I not freaking the fuck out? I trust he's not gonna fuck me. Or try to kiss me on the lips. I made sure to tell him I wouldn't do those two things. No sex-sex, and no kisses on the mouth. He said "deal" and shook my hand. Guess I didn't think to include him sticking his tongue in my butt. Ain't something that crossed my mind...but...am I glad I didn't think of that? Yeah. Yeah I am. After we shook on it, that's the first thing he did. Rolled me over and grabbed my cheeks...started licking me there. Up my crack...nibbled on my cheeks too. Been doin' it awhile now. Fuck, I feel like I could cum from it? Nah. I don't know nothing about gay sex but I'm pretty sure that ain't possible. UNGHHHH...fuuuuuck. I ain't even mad at this. I put myself up to it. Did a couple shots of Jack when I got here. Jesus, how fuckin' quick I just...gave myself up to this guy. Well not totally but enough...enough that I wonder what the fuck's going on with me? Do I just like dudes now or somethin'? I mean, gay people are cool in my book...hell, my brother's gay. Well, we all think he is anyway. Now I got no room to talk, no room to wonder about him since I got a man's tongue up my butt. And loving it.

Patrick was actually taking pleasure from eating Brighton's ass. Sure he wanted to fuck him, but he didn't mind doing just this. No other man got to do this to him before. It was a start, he figured. Fucking shit, this ass is so fucking amazing. Literally the best ass I ever ate. Easy. Hands down. The poor dunce probably wonders how the fuck he got himself into this situation. It's easy when you know juuuust what buttons to push. And he's not half as clever as he thinks he is. His fucking buttons are bright red and huge. Practically waltz right up and push them. Heh. I've talked myself into bed with a lot smarter, more guarded men than him. Just the right words at the right time, and BAM I got my tongue up his hot, hot, hot ass. Fuck, this peach fuzz...the tightness of it all. The roundness. Nature got this one just exactly fucking right. It's so goddamn fuckable. I know he says I can't fuck him...and maybe it won't happen tonight. But right out the gate I got my tongue in his ass, so...come on...it won't be too long before he's begging me to pound him. God, I'd love nothing more than to pound him in front of his football buddies. Show them all what a whiny bottom he is. While he wears a jockstrap, of course. Oooof. I'm so fucking hard. He'll be worth the wait. I'll blow his fucking mind tonight and he won't be able to stop thinking about me. I bet I fuck him within a couple weeks, if that.

Patrick rolled Brighton over, and swallowed his beautiful cock whole. Brighton moaned and whined, pushing down on Patrick's head almost involuntarily. Patrick spent some time suckling Brighton's hot balls, kissing his football thighs. Back to his cock, he swallowed it whole again, which sent shivers through Brighton. He'd had a lot of blowjobs before, but nothing like that. Nothing even close to that. Patrick kept at it, giving Brighton the best blowjob he's ever had, thinking he could almost cum just from sucking such a perfectly glorious cock.

"Unh!" Brighton whined. "Oh fuuuu...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." He moaned, at a whinier and higher pitch than he's ever said anything before. Seconds later, he erupted in Patrick's mouth. Patrick swallowed the football boy load.

God, it's fucking delicious! Gimme that cum, you hot, dumb jock. Fuck yeahhhhh...

Brighton whined, writhed, and utterly gooned out over Patrick's blowjob. The tone of his whines made it sound like cumming hurt. He looked down briefly to see Patrick's head, his face fully taking his hot cock inside it. All at once, he shuddered hard and found himself slightly sweaty and panting. With a slurp and a slight popping sound, Patrick pulled his lips from around Brighton's cock. He nestled himself closer, between the boy's thighs, and started to jack his own cock. Looking down at post-ass-eating, post-orgasmic Brighton was more than enough to get Patrick close. He bapped the head of his cock against Brighton's balls, oozing some precum onto them. He continued to jack, pushing himself forward more, which in turn brought Brighton's legs up more. So close to the fucking position that Patrick could easily fantasize. Brighton looked so dazed, so confused. So content. His hot football chest heaved as he breathed deeply, the ribcage changing the topography of the tattoo slightly.

"I'm gonna nut!" Patrick exclaimed.

"Yeah..." Brighton whispered, surprising himself.

Seconds later, Patrick's brow furrowed and a deep groan...moan, or growl, or whatever you would call it, escaped his mouth and he began shooting on Brighton. The first shot hit his abs; the second hit the boy's chest. Patrick unloaded all over the athlete, and saw his cum rolling down onto the boy's tattoo. That was oddly hot, Patrick decided. By the time Patrick was done shooting his big load, Brighton was covered from his balls to his neck. Just the fact that he got to cum on Brighton's cock and balls was enough for Patrick. For now.

That was the first time in a long time that Patrick let a boy shower in his bathroom. But...a little kindness...little gestures like that were exactly what he knew he needed to do for Brighton. The poor, dense, curious boy needed to think Patrick was a good man. A noble man. Kind, thoughtful. It's not that he wasn't...deep down. He just knew tossing the boy out on his perfect ass right afterwards wasn't going to advance his plans for him. He needed a little coddling yet.

 

[BiBren]

Not a fan of Patrick. He seems like such a sleaze preying on the curious guys and how can Brighton be so stand offish to Krieg compared to Patrick when Krieg's offered to do less with him than Patrick did. That's going to need clarity I think. It escalated too much, too soon by there imo.

 

[Crosstry]

Not a fan of Patrick. He seems like such a sleaze preying on the curious guys and how can Brighton be so stand offish to Krieg compared to Patrick when Krieg's offered to do less with him than Patrick did. That's going to need clarity I think. It escalated too much, too soon by there imo.

Yeah. I agree with everything you said.

 

[Brian S]

Not a fan of Patrick. He seems like such a sleaze preying on the curious guys and how can Brighton be so stand offish to Krieg compared to Patrick when Krieg's offered to do less with him than Patrick did. That's going to need clarity I think. It escalated too much, too soon by there imo.

Hi! Thanks for the feedback!

Rest assured, Patrick's attitude towards the men he has sex with, as well as Brighton's sudden turnabout, are both intentional plot points that I intend to unpack and explore.

To explain myself and the concept of this further: I love the idea of deeply flawed characters; people who are shades of grey instead of black or white, good or bad. Characters who aren't sure of themselves, or are discovering themselves. I love reading (and watching) porn, but at the same time I feel like the market is saturated with perfect characters who are sure of themselves, or quickly become so. Too much of the "There I was, showering after football practice. Coach walked in on me and said, "Nice cock, Smith" and dropped to his knees to suck my 10 incher." - If that makes sense. That can all be very good; I'm not knocking it at all. It has its purpose and I've enjoyed that type of writing myself. I've produced that type of writing myself. I'm just very interested in flaws, characters making mistakes, or improving themselves. I'm also very interested in the idea that not everyone is going to get what they want; not everyone gets a happy ending.

I really hope my response hasn't come off as defensive; merely wanted to let you know that I do fully intend on addressing both these things. In all actuality, I'm kind of glad to hear that Patrick is rubbing guys the wrong way - it means I'm on the right track! And thank you for reading this yarn! It's gotten way bigger than I intended when I started out, but I'm having a blast and have absolutely no intentions of slowing down. Truly, I appreciate you and everyone who is reading this.

 

[BiBren]

Hasn't come off as defensive at all. You are the author after all haha! Just felt the need to say as of where the story's progressed to. I felt like it would be explained but it just seemed a bit unusually placed at the minute but I'm glad to see that it'll be explored! I do my best not to comment as I wish there was a way to read the stories on here minus the comments. I find they kills the flow. Keep going

 

[laptoper]

This story should come with a warning, 'Highly Addictive'

 

[Brian S]

This story should come with a warning, 'Highly Addictive'

I'm blushing, man! Thank you!

 

[Brian S]

I really needed today. I woke up fairly early, thinking about all that went wrong with Violet. Thinking also about...all the other things in my life lately. I called Alex and we eventually figured out that he had no responsibilities, I had no responsibilities...why don't we just meet up?

We picked a (kinda seedy) motel about halfway between us. I pulled into the parking lot of the place, and by the time I got a room rented, Alex was there. We went in, and almost immediately stripped down to our briefs. Kinda funny, this time I was in Jockeys and he was in Hanes. He already had some Hanes, but I bought my Jockeys after we met. I told him as much too. We both brought beer, so we settled in for a nice, long chat.

I didn't want it to end up me complaining the whole time, talking his ear off, but he knew some things were bugging me. After all, that was the point of me calling him this morning in the first place. I told him everything, including all about my night with Violet...every tiny detail.

"So, you're embarrassed that you couldn't keep it hard, or..."

"No. That's the kicker of it all; I don't really care. I don't care at all. I ended up glad I didn't fuck her. I just don't know what to make of it. I went damn near a year without sex...why couldn't I keep myself hard, and why don't I care that I couldn't?"

"Well, just in my limited knowledge of the situation, I think you're spot on. I think it was too fast for you. It also sounds like you two weren't very sexually compatible."

"Yeah, that's true. Exactly what I've been figuring."

"But. Can I play Devil's Advocate here?"

"Sure." I said, taking a big swig of Bud Light.

"What if there's more to it? What if...now hear me out...what if your attraction to men is bigger than you realize? Do you think that's a possibility?"

I thought long and hard on that one. I mean sure, it's possible. Anything's possible. I might develop a sexual proclivity to raccoons next month, but it's highly unlikely. "I...I don't know." I said.

"Now, obviously, I don't think hanging out naked with men speaks to your sexuality. I don't think, again, obviously, that jacking off with men speaks to your sexuality. I don't think any of the things you do necessarily speaks to your sexuality. The flashing, the imagining, even the dildo. But...taken all together? Do you think there might be a part of you that's...waking up?" Alex asked.

"Damn, what are you a shrink?" I asked, chuckling.

"I took some classes in college, thought I wanted to be a psychiatrist."

"Oh. Shit. So...kinda, then."

"Well I'm far from it. But I've also done a lot of digging into myself, Ryan. I had once had to figure out myself too, wondering why I liked jacking off with men, liked checking men out. I've been there. So...off the top of your head, how do you feel about having a stronger attraction to men than you might know about?"

"I mean..." I started to say, and trailed off into thought. "I guess, like, the bare bones concept? The frame work of it all? Doesn't bother me. Six months ago, yeah. Hell, two months ago it would have bothered me. The vague, I guess...basic concept of me being gay isn't something I'm worried about in the sense that...I think I'd lose friends or nothing like that. I just don't think I'm gay. Why would I wait until I was damn near 31 to realize this? Why would I stop a good friend from sucking me off but then go ram my dick against a stranger's dick at a rest stop? I just don't...feel gay, whatever that means."

"Well, let me just start by saying that I appreciate the idea that you're keeping an open mind to possibilities, but you're sort of - accidentally, I imagine - jumping to an end conclusion of being gay when there are so many more possibilities. Virtually unlimited possibilities."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea, but I wanted to hear him flesh it out.

"Well, bisexuality is a thing, for instance. You can be sexually attracted to men and not be full-on gay. Look at me, for example. I know that I have some amount of sexual attraction to men, in my own way. I can tell when I find a man attractive; I wonder what he looks like naked, I think about him. I wonder how he cums, even. But my actual sexual interest only involves masturbating together. Does that make sense?"

"I guess so, yeah. So why say no to Patrick but do what I did at the rest stop?"

"Oh gosh. Horniness. Riding high on your adrenaline rush from feeling naughty. Maybe feeling like you were in control of that situation more than you were with Patrick. And...maybe...the feeling that it didn't matter with that guy. You didn't have to see him again, you didn't have to try to be his friend or work with him. And maybe just your burgeoning sexuality. A lot of time passed between those two events, yeah?"

"Yeah. So you think I might be bi?"

"Maybe. Not necessarily. I think first and foremost you should stop worrying about labels. They only serve to box you in, to subconsciously make you feel like this one way is your only path. I think you should do what you wanna do and...not worry about it." Alex said, shrugging.

"Damn. So...why now? Why at, more or less, 31?"

"Well, who knows, ultimately. But you and Stacia were longtime sweethearts, yeah? You're a faithful, upstanding guy. I imagine that, for you, thinking sexually about any another person was off the radar, let alone thinking about another man like that. It could be loneliness...it could have been sparked by your neighbor...lots of options, and probably a mixture of all of them."

Damn, Alex is wise. Wiser than I originally realized. Course, hanging out at a hotel during an auto show didn't really get us a lot of conversation time. Enough though that I knew he could listen and help. He did say a couple wise things those few days, and like I said, I've been trying to take them to heart.