Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

I ran into Patrick today. Guess it was only a matter of time. If I'm being honest, I'm surprised it took this long. Thing is, we were at the gym. In the showers. I rounded the corner and there he was, alone and naked. I'd recognize that full ass anywhere. I thought about backing away slowly, silently. But he turned. He saw me. I said hi, he said hey. That was the only conversation, but shit...at least there was some amount of conversation.

He looks good. Good as he always has. That hefty slab of cock was partially hard from the shower, and...let's just say I wanted to touch it. Wanted to suck it. Wanted to fuck him. God, I wanted to fuck him. Even more now that he hates me. I had that feeling long ago, but seeing him again just brought it back up.

I wish I hadn't been so blind all those years. Blind to...well, everything. My own sexuality. The fact that he'd been pining for me from the moment he met me. The fact that my bitch of an ex wife was trying to get into his pants all along. I don't regret letting Krieg fuck me, but...I guess I do wish Patrick had done it first. Patrick wouldn't have turned tail and run away. We'd still be having sex now. Fuck, maybe I'd be more of a bottom, who knows. I'd certainly let him fuck me, rough as he might be.

I get his anger, but...yet I don't. I know I've tumbled this around in my head for months now, but...so I let someone else fuck me first, is that such a crime? Now that I'm secure in my sexuality and know that I'm...whatever I am...I just can't help but think about what a great time me and Patrick and Krieg could have had all together. Who would've fucked who? Would we all have taken turns?

Patrick didn't fully ignore me today, but he certainly wasn't chatty. I guess that's something. Maybe I should hit him up on grindr or something...just try to have a conversation with him. Seems foolish that we're still at odds after all this time. Course, he probably doesn't want to have anything to do with me now. I'm sure the wounds have healed and he's just not interested.

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Of course I had to fucking run into Ryan today. Not only that, but we had to be naked. Goddamnit, seeing him has just...fucking reopened everything. He looks so fucking good now. Not that he didn't before, but fuck he's dropped a couple pounds, trims his pubes nicely, just...in general fucking put himself together. Guess I found out that I still want him to fuck me. Damn, that feeling's never gonna go away is it? Course, I've been after him for years...a handful of months ain't gonna change shit. Only man I've ever seriously, seriously wanted to bottom for...

I should just fucking end this stand off. This is stupid. Boo hoo, poor Patrick, got your fuckin' pride hurt, your ego bruised. Could I be a bigger fuckin' hypocrite? Fuck whoever I want whenever I want, but he does the same thing and I get my underwear in a twist about it? Shit, I was the one that showed him some shit. I was the one that helped him start to realize things...there IS that. And goddamn, I miss sucking that dick of his. I loved making him cum. Loved feeling that cock slip between my lips, the taste of his head, the taste of his cum. Loved hearing him moan, knowing I was the reason for it. That I was finally, finally pleasing him.

I wonder if I could ever get back to pleasing him again, or if he's long forgotten about me? Dustin tells me Ryan fucks him pretty aggressively...God, how I want that. How I want Ryan to push into me from behind...just taking my ass as his. I wanna feel his balls nudge my ass, wanna feel his cock inside me. Ryan, fuck me like you fuck Dustin...then maybe I could fuck you like I fuck Dustin... Shit, looks like Dustin's the lucky one here. He gets that fucking ginger bubble butt fucked hard by the both of us? Lucky fuck. Still kinda can't believe I fuck the cop that arrested me for indecent exposure, but...life's fucking wild sometimes. And he's a perv through and through.

I wonder if Ryan fucks Dustin outside like I do sometimes? On his back deck maybe? Fuck I miss that. Seeing Ryan in his tighty whities, out back...naked sometimes. I want him to fuck me on that deck. I can just picture it...he's sitting out there in his whities...I kneel between his hairy legs to munch on his bulge, get his dick hard...take it out and suck it...then turn around so he can fuck my ass aggressively...

With those thoughts, Patrick's masturbation came to an end with an explosive orgasm. Thinking of Ryan, Patrick came all over his own hairy torso, which was heaving with deep breaths. At once, he felt both like maybe he should make amends with Ryan, and also that maybe he should keep his distance. Maybe he'd been under Ryan's spell for long enough?

 

[Brian S]

(Yes, when Ian was thinking about his shitty reaction to gay sex, I said Brighton and Jackson, when it should have been Brighton and Parker. Hazards of picking up a dormant story! LOL)

"Krieg, great to see you. Come on in."

"Thanks, Mr. Pike." Krieg responded.

"Seriously, call me Steve or Steven. Make yourself at home. Would you like a drink?"

"Uh, yeah, whatever works." Krieg said, sitting on a small, black leather love seat. He looked around at Steve's office, a sort of artificial opulence emitting from the room. Upon initial glance, it would seem like the room was decorated well, that Steve had some money. In reality, it was a bit dingy and none of the furniture or decor was as nice as it pretended to be. Knock offs and cheap versions of designer pieces.

Steve poured them both some scotch on the rocks, and Krieg hadn't planned on drinking anything, let alone pure scotch. However, he also knew he had enough coke flowing through his system that a little bit of booze wasn't going to make any difference. Once he took the glass from Steve, Steve sat next to him on the love seat.

"I'm really excited you guys are taking this plunge. I can knock open some doors for you." Steve said. "Let's start out with a toast. To new beginnings."

Krieg raised his rocks glass and tinked it with Steve's. They each took a small sip.

"Now. I know plenty of places across the country where your schtick will be fine. Seedy clubs, to be sure, but that's kind of your speed anyway, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Krieg said, forcing a smile. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for this chance, but he couldn't help thinking about Lance and his abrupt departure; the argument they had. He still hadn't seen Lance, and even though not a full day had passed, it was concerning because they all lived together. Where had Lance stayed overnight?

"You seem...distracted." Steve said.

"Oh just...a lot things happening right now." Krieg said, smiling. He didn't dare tell Steve that things had gotten a bit rocky; what if he no longer wanted to work with them?

"Fair enough. So I envision a small tour at first. Get your feet wet. Get to Des Moines, get to Omaha, to Kansas City. Denver. Get that under your belt, and then dream bigger, you know? Get you further out there, further out there, until you're in Canada, Mexico, overseas..."

"You...you can make that all happen?" Krieg asked.

"I sure can." Steve said, placing his hand gently on Krieg's thigh. "Just picture it. Amsterdam. Rome. Paris. You can travel the world, and make money at the same time. Get your music out to the masses."

"That would be...really fucking incredible." Krieg replied, smiling.

Steve offered Krieg some coke, which Krieg more than happily accepted. As he leaned forward to do the line, Steve's hand didn't move from his inner thigh. What did he care?

"I gotta say, I really, really love your schtick." Steve praised.

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's more than music. It's...well, not to put too fine a point on it, but I look at it like performance art."

"Wow. That's...that's flattering." Krieg responded.

"And I mean it. It's ballsy, and in your face. It's...well, it's nothing like I've ever seen before. This world is too fucking prudish as it is...you guys are breaking those doors down. Breaking those stereotypes, and you're just not afraid to say, 'This is who we are, this is what we do'."

"That's...wow, that's exactly how I feel too. I want it to be MORE than just music. Like, a...like a..."

"Like a movement, almost."

"Yeah, exactly!" Krieg replied, getting spoonfed exactly what he wanted to hear.

"And why not? You've got a fantastic cock, you shouldn't be afraid to show it off."

 

[Brian S]

Dog and Dakota got back to the loft from Hector's place. They'd been working on editing the "Circle Jerk" video, and of course it had made them horny.

"This is gonna be the hottest video yet!" Dog exclaimed.

"Damn right it is." Dakota agreed, shoving his tongue down Dog's throat arbitrarily.

As they shed their clothes and moved through the apartment, something seemed off. They couldn't put their fingers on it right away, but something seemed to be missing. They both did a couple lines off the kitchen island and when Dog reared his head up, he noticed Lance's guitar was gone. He nudged Dakota.

"Lance's guitar is missing."

"Did we get robbed?" Dakota asked, sniffling and rubbing his nose.

"Nah, everything else is here...just not his guitar. In fact...don't it look like all his shit is gone?"

Dakota and Dog moved through the space, naked, each of them getting hard in the process. Watching themselves and each other jerk off while editing had really turned them on. They ignored their boners as they came to the realization that yes, in fact, all of Lance's things were just gone.

"Look at this!" Dakota said, standing near Dog's bed, holding up an envelope. He tore into it as Dog approached from across the apartment. He pulled out a piece of notebook paper with Lance's writing on it, and he began to read it aloud:

Guys, I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. I wanted to have a little fun being a local punk band. I never wanted to make porn. I never wanted to fuck on stage or piss on our audience. I never wanted to jack off in a video. This is just too much. I know I do coke too but you guys are off the deep end. You do too much. I do too much. I don't want to anymore. I don't want this life. And if you do, that's fine, but I just can't be part of it.

I know you're all probably reading this pissed at me right now. And I get that. Honestly I would be too. And maybe I should be doing this in person, but it's hard. It's hard to just throw this away and move on.

"Oh, it's SO hard for him." Dog commented sarcastically.

But this is for the best. You don't need a member whose heart isn't in it. You don't want someone trying to be the voice of reason. So...I'm out. I have to be. I don't care if you keep the videos on the website, and I don't care if you use my photos in the liner notes and all that. I just can't do more. I do really wish you guys all the best, even though it probably doesn't seem like it at this point. Please just be safe and keep your heads on straight. Cheers, Lance

"Man, fuck that guy." Dog sneered.

"What the fuck..." Dakota moaned.

"He started the fucking coke in the first place. Never had a problem showing his dick on stage or fucking around for a music video, now he's all moral majority about it? Fuck him, we got a hundred guys who'll take his place." Dog reasoned.

"Just...what a douche. We're finally getting somewhere and he's all 'oh no, I can't do this'? What a fucking cocksucker." Dakota said.

"I'M a cocksucker." Dog teased.

"Yeah you are."

With that, Dog sat on the edge of his bed to take Dakota's dick into his mouth. Dakota tossed the letter and opened envelope aside, both pieces of paper falling to the ground as he gripped the sides of Dog's head and began to thrust. And just like that, the two brushed off the entire situation.

 

[upstatebiguy]

Very pleased that you are back.

 

[Brian S]

It was shortly after 1 AM and Ian was in bed, scrolling on his phone and getting lost down various internet rabbit holes. The sounds of Zack's snoring emanated from the other bedroom, but sleep wasn't coming for Ian. Ever since Zack mentioned the possibility of jacking off online a few days prior, Ian had wondered if his buddy was actually going to go through with it. Something about the thought was keeping Ian awake, so he'd started messing around on his phone, hoping to doze off.

One topic led to another topic which led to another topic. Ian was reading, watching videos, just letting the internet take him on an offbeat journey of sorts. Before he knew it, he was reading an article from some super indie, underground music site out of Chicago. The topic? Frot's new single, "Circle Jerk".

Chicago-based punk quartet Frot are back at it again with their new single, "Circle Jerk". The three minute, fourteen second jam comes at you with break-neck speed; a slice of power punk that strives to be the Ramones but falls more into early Bloodhound Gang territory. The song chronicles the band's desire for, well, a circle jerk. As is expected, the lyrics are sexually blunt and in your face, sometimes to their own detriment. With passages such as 'get your dick out and jerk with me' and 'let me know when you're about to blow so I can watch', nothing is left to the imagination. It's not rocket science here, people, but at the same time it doesn't necessarily have to be. The listener is not left to wonder if the boys actually practice what they preach - you just know they do. The lyrics are so sexually descriptive that you intrinsically know there's experience behind them.

The slight genius of Frot comes in the form of their stage presence and music videos. It would be easy to write off a song like "Circle Jerk" - or to be fair, many of their other singles - if it weren't for their balls-out approach to performing, and I mean that literally. For my review of their concert, see the link below. In the meantime, let's just say if you're squeamish at all about male genitalia, a Frot concert is not for you. The same goes for their music videos, which are deliriously base and upfront in their ballsiness. They are porn, make no mistake about it, and you know exactly what you're getting into dependent on the title of any given song. The "Circle Jerk" music video (link below) is, you guessed it, completely about the boys in the band masturbating together. It's a bold, take-no-prisoners piece of film, oozing with homoeroticism. There are wide shots, to be sure, but when the camera lingers in close ups of the boys' members, the video either becomes arousing or uncomfortable, dependent on your view. So can be said for "Circle Jerk" as a song, and the band's career in general. It's innovative, it's ballsy, but one does have to wonder just how many songs a band can churn out about their own genitals? In short, if you're a fan of Frot, "Circle Jerk" will be up your alley, fitting right in with their host of other sexually explicit singles. The casual listener may not be so forgiving, and this reviewer hopes for the band to mature, if even just a little.

Ian was about to click on the music video, but first decided to click on the writer's review of the Frot concert, from roughly six months prior...

 

[Brian S]

I recently took in a Frot show. I wasn't expecting much; bands like these are a dime a dozen. They make a big splash locally, and then fall into oblivion. Frot has had some amount of longevity, however, so I knew I needed to get to one of their concerts. This review is NSFW, so turn back now if you're squeamish.

I got to the venue early to stand up front near the stage - what good is a punk concert if you're not in the midst of it all? The first thing I noticed were the band's fans; a hodge-podge of societal misfits. The LGBTQ community had turned out in droves, as well as the punk community, with a fratboy sprinkling on top of this mismatched casserole. I was impressed with the variety: clean cut gay boys mixed with green-haired, sneering punks, mixed with the college crowd who simply found Frot's lyrics hilarious. This culmination, this melting pot of various lifestyles and orientations and gender-fluidity was something to behold. The band obviously had found a dedicated following, a group of people unwilling to conform to society's standards.

These fans erupted in delirium at the sight of the band, who opened their set with a high-speed, zipping track called "I Saw Your Boyfriend's Cock On Grindr". The song was blunt, and kind of hilarious in its own right, a warning to an unspecified female that her beau was frequenting the gay hook-up app.

As the band progressed through their set, they remained tight and masterful. Lead singer and primary lyricist Krieg is everything you would want in a frontman - sexy, mysterious, and captivating with a surprisingly adept voice. Sometimes soulful, sometimes raspy, but always oozing sexuality, Krieg's vocals remind one of Gavin Rossdale, if Gavin Rossdale sang songs about his penis. Make no mistake about it - you're supposed to want to fuck Krieg, and it was plainly obvious many in the crowd did want to. I nearly wanted to, and I'm boringly straight! He trades on his looks and charisma, and to excellent results. The rest of the band is attractive in their own right, but the viewer's eyes can hardly be peeled from Krieg as he commands the stage. Saying he's magnetic doesn't do his presence justice.

The other three band members - bassist Lance, drummer Dog, and guitarist Dakota - each bring their own sort of gravitas to the stage as well. Lance - seemingly the straight-man of the group - produces some surprisingly intricate bass lines, given the relatively simple nature of their music. Dakota, the newest member of the band, is ridiculously handsome and openly gay. A petite gay boy next to me in the crowd seemed to be exhilarated in the most lustful of ways at the mere sight of the guitarist. I can only imagine how good it feels to be represented in such a way, in such a band, and I was starting to see that that was the group's MO - serve the underserved, represent the unrepresented. Dog the drummer is an absolute joy to behold. He took the stage clad in nothing but a jockstrap, and once he began wailing on his kit, he never once failed to smile. It's clear that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, pounding out the rhythms to Frot's break-neck set.

Roughly three-quarters of the way through, the band slowed things down a bit. They began playing at a pace that can only be described as sexual. I'd heard the song before, and I'd also heard what was about to come. The song was, of course, "My Cock", Krieg's paean to his own member. Starting off nearly dulcet in tone, Krieg's voice slowly but surely became utterly and unmistakably sexual - I immediately assumed that that's what the man sounds like when he's having sex. He absolutely held the room's attention with his lustful moaning, but the big draw was not in his singing but in his actions. You see, starting at the top of the song, Krieg slowly undressed, becoming more and more naked as the track progressed. The crowd whistled, catcalled, and yelled sexual obscenities at the singer. Just as he wanted them to do. By the middle-eight, Krieg was left with nothing but his boxers on. He teased us, thumbs in waistband, as he crooned and moaned his way through the bridge. Before the repeating chorus that would close out the song, Krieg ditched even his underwear. The crowd nearly exploded. Before us was the charismatic singer, completely nude, baring his soul and his body. Krieg doesn't, shall we say, disappoint in that department either. It would be easy for many men to become jealous of what the guy's packing.

Krieg stayed naked for the remainder of the set - three more songs. He seemed utterly un-selfconscious with his pendulous member on constant display. One worried he may put an eye out as he bounced his way through faster songs. At the end, we were treated to another penis - that of Dog the drummer. As he whipped off the aforementioned jockstrap and threw it into the crowd, we finally got a look at the subject matter for their song "My Drummer's Balls". Even as a straight man, I can concede they're pretty magnificent. Dog too seemed at ease, confident almost, in being naked on stage for their adoring fans.(It should also be noted that while Dakota and Lance did not get naked, they did strip to their underwear. One assumes it's only a matter of time.)

In a strange way, the nudity was perhaps the best part of the show. The decision to have Krieg strip nude during his sexual ode to his own penis might be predictable, but it's also slightly genius in its execution. These boys know what they're doing; giving their audience exactly what they want to see. With lyrics as upfront and clearly autobiographical as they are, it only makes a certain sense that Krieg would further bare himself in other ways. They're not the first band to expose themselves on stage, and they won't be the last. However, there's something in the way they do it that piques the interest - it's calculating and intentional; a build up that intends to make us want him. It would now be nearly impossible for the band to divorce Krieg's nudity from the song "My Cock", and that's just how they want it. One only needs to watch the music video for that song, in which Krieg does not strip down slowly, but instead begins it completely nude. Many bands have put nudity in their videos before, but I can think of none that are one long, continuous shot of the lead singer, utterly naked. It's as defiant as it is sexual. Krieg at once begs and dares you to ogle his penis. The man's destined for greatness, as far as I'm concerned.

All in all, the Frot show was great fun; a tight, fast set in which they leave nearly no sexual topic untouched. It's decidedly blunt, by design, and while there may have been some slight weak spots in the set, they did not disappoint. Going into it, I imagined I was about to witness yet another D-List area punk band, but Frot surprised me. They're passionate, and possess enough talent to make the songs listenable. You can't help but think ahead, wondering how they're going to top themselves with each progressive song, but they somehow manage to do it. They've already won us over by the time Krieg gets nude, and after that, we're his forever. Oddly brilliant. With perhaps a smidge more polish, these boys could definitely make it to the big leagues.

 

[Brian S]

Ian's interest was piqued, along with a healthy dose of skepticism - was the band REALLY that naked? He clicked through to Frot's website, easily finding their cache of videos. "My Cock" was right at the top, and Ian wasted no time in tapping the thumbnail.

Sure enough, there was this Krieg, buck-ass naked. Ian had to admit the guy looked good, and he felt like if his own dick was that big, he'd show it off too. But maybe it had nothing to do with dick size, he thought. Maybe it had everything to do with confidence. At the nudist camp, Ian had felt awkward at first but then was actually surprised at how comfortable he got with being naked around other people. Zack was doing it around the house; maybe, just maybe, Ian figured he could loosen up around the house too. The "My Cock" video had little to do with their situation, but Ian picked up the confidence Krieg was emitting, and - in a way - sort of reconciled that idea with being more confident himself. Zack obviously didn't care, right?

Once that video was over and Ian saw that yes, in fact, Krieg WAS naked for the duration, he scrolled down to find the "Circle Jerk" video. He was still a little skeptical about it; being naked is one thing. Having a circle jerk and calling it a music video was something else entirely. Ian's skepticism was shot down promptly, as the first frame of the video showed the band members sitting in a semi-circle, naked. Their cocks were all but hard, and as the opening strains of the guitar sounded, the boys began touching themselves.

One thing Ian noticed was that the reviewer was correct about the lingering close-ups. The rest of the video was quickly edited, but those close-ups lingered...almost for too long. This was pornographic after all, Ian realized. He felt absolutely shocked that the four boys would not only do that in general, but would intentionally film it and release it as a music video. One thing the reviewer did not cover was the ending. With the song over, there was nothing left to listen to but the sounds of the boys jacking off. You could hear their moans, their sighs, the sounds of lube on their dicks. One by one, each boy shot their load - Dakota first, then Lance. Dog came third, and the finale was Krieg's enormous cumshot. You could hear each nuanced sound; it was almost like being there with them. And, Jesus, a drop of Krieg's cum hit the camera lens, creating a blurry, white spot. Holy shit, Ian thought as he started the video over.

At very first, Ian convinced himself he was just surprised; blown away by this band's sexual antics. But he also soon realized that he himself was hard, under the covers. He paused the video long enough to listen for Zack, resuming only after he could hear Zack's guttural snoring. He pushed the covers down, revealing his rock-hard dick. Ian spat in his hand and grabbed himself, beginning to stroke immediately. He couldn't really figure out why he wanted to watch this music video while jacking off, but he also decided he wasn't going to worry about it. Nobody needed to know if he didn't want them to know.

Ian had to restart the video multiple times, as he hadn't finished jacking off before the song ended. Moments of awkward clarity popped into his mind, where he became very aware that he was watching boys jack off while jacking off himself. Still, he pushed forward with it, and after several viewings, Ian came on himself. He stifled his moans as much as possible, so as not to rouse Zack. Not that his moans could possibly be louder than Zack's own snoring. Lying in his bed, Ian squeezed his cock dry, feeling his load on his own torso as he finished watching the "Circle Jerk" video for the fifth time.

Before he got up to wipe clean with a towel, Ian let out a nearly involuntary noise. It was like a "Huh", a sort of confused sound mixed with a bit of lust and a touch of surprise. Had he really just jerked off to a homoerotic jerk off video? It seemed he had. As he wiped his nude torso clean, Ian found himself surprised not that he'd done it, but that he didn't much care. Mentally, he walked the fine line between "Who gives a shit? One gay-ish jerk session doesn't mean anything" and "That was...really kind of hot". He knew his feelings were all over the map as of late, and he was less afraid of indulging in them than he was letting Zack know about them. He figured Zack was just being goofy, being ballsy. Ian didn't think he could let Zack know just how much he actually wanted to jerk off with him again.

 

[Brian S]

Naked and hungover, Krieg shuffled to the front door. He was less than thrilled about being woken up by the incessant pounding coming from the other side. As he flung the door open, he was prepared to be snide, until he saw it was Steven Pike.

"Looks like I woke you up.", Steven apologized.

"Yeah." Krieg replied, sauntering away towards the kitchen island to light a smoke, effectively letting Steven in.

"Well it's 2:00 in the afternoon." Steven pointed out.

"I'm a rock star. We work late." Krieg shrugged, only partially sarcastic. He sparked up a cigarette and proceeded to saunter to the toilet to take a piss. With no door or any sort of privacy screen, Krieg's back and ass was on fully display to Steven.

"I secured the Des Moines venue." Steven said.

"Nice!" Krieg replied, over the sounds of his forceful stream splashing into the toilet. "When?"

"Next weekend. Saturday."

"Cool." Krieg shook off his dick, flushed, and approached Steven at the island again. "Thing is, we're kinda broke right now."

"How can you guys be broke?" Steven asked.

Bending over to do a line of coke, Krieg eventually reared back up pinching his nose. "That, for one." He chuckled as he sniffled a bit. "But we also had to pay for our merch, our album...Hector doesn't edit for free."

"How much do you guys need?" Steven asked.

"I dunno. How much does it take to get us to Des Moines? Not that we're a complete band anyway."

"What's that mean?"

"Lance. Fucker up and left a few days ago. Ain't heard from him since."

"So you don't have a bassist?"

"Nope!" Krieg said, laughing a bit as he flicked his cigarette against the ashtray.

"Well...are you guys looking for one? How can I book you guys some gigs if you don't even have a bass player?"

"We'll find one, we'll find one. Maybe that's where Dog and Dakota are."

"Maybe?" Steven's patience was already wearing thin, but he knew he could use this to his advantage. "Back to cash. I could front you guys some money, but...I mean, what's my return?"

"I dunno. What do you want?" Krieg asked. He noticed Steven's eyes dart down towards his cock, almost as a response to that question. Krieg sauntered around the island to stand directly in front of Steven. Steven didn't make a move, so Krieg reached out, grabbing the man gently by the wrist. He guided Steven's hand toward his cock, and Steven grabbed it. "I could tell that's what you wanted." Krieg said, stamping out his cigarette.

Steven slowly stroked Krieg's dick, feeling it swell in his hand. By the time Krieg was half hard, Steven dropped to the floor to suck it. Krieg held Steven's head as the man flicked his tongue around and against his foreskin, and he moaned as Steven plunged his mouth around the shaft.

It was all so straightforward, relatively speaking. Krieg simply stood there in the kitchen area while Steven sucked his cock, and well. He felt Steven's probing hands squeezing his taut ass, and he gave in to the sensations from the silver fox's adept mouth. It was fairly silent, aside from Steven's occasional grunts and Krieg's occasional moans. Several minutes later, Krieg announced he was going to cum, and Steven kept sucking until his mouth filled with the lead singer's thick load. He swallowed it down happily, eagerly, rubbing his own hardon a bit through his pants. Once Krieg had fully unloaded, Steven stood up.

"Was it all you hoped for?" Krieg asked, only slightly sarcastically. That seemed to be his tone as of late; serious, yet a bit flippant or sarcastic.

"It's a great cock." Steven said.

"I know. All the reviews mention it." Krieg muttered, lighting another cigarette. Steven couldn't tell if Krieg was being egotistical or ironically egotistical, but he didn't really care either way. He knew deep down this wouldn't be the last time he had Krieg's cock in his mouth.

"So. Can you guys find a bassist by next weekend? We're filling in for someone who canceled, so we can't really fuck this opportunity up." Steven said, adjusting his hardon through his dress pants.

"Yeah, yeah. We can. I got a couple guys in mind."

"I'll cut a check when you guys find a bassist." Steven said, somewhat skeptical. He knew he couldn't just write a check so easily; he had to Lord something over Krieg's head; dangle that carrot. He licked his finger and tapped it down onto a small amount of coke, rubbing it along his teeth. "So you better get crackin'." He added as he headed for the door, which he opened. Steven turned, and before leaving said, "And eat a sandwich." He could practically hear Krieg's eyes roll.

 

[Brian S]

Dustin pulled off his blue and white striped bikini briefs and tossed them into the front seat of his cruiser. In the darkened parking lot of his favorite abandoned factory, he wandered naked away from his car, beginning to stroke his cock. He recalled what he'd seen just minutes prior, as he'd gotten a noise disturbance call to Mike and Terri Baker's house, yet again. This time was different.

He'd knocked on the door, prepared to see some part of Terri, though he didn't care about her. It was Mike he wanted to see, and surely the man would be wearing some dilapidated briefs as per usual. Surprisingly, Terri answered the door relatively dressed. She was being downright modest in a bra and panties. Dustin spoke to her, annoyed that he couldn't see Mike. There had been a couple times where he didn't see Mike, and a couple times where he didn't see Terri. It all just depended on their crackhead ways, and of course Dustin knew crackheads were famously undependable.

As Dustin once again went over the noise complaint, Mike did show himself. He came wandering down the hall, nearly aimlessly, into Dustin's view...naked. Dustin felt his cock twitch at the sight, and tried not to show that he was ogling the man. Though he also figured neither of them would probably realize if he was ogling Mike, fucked up as they were.

Dustin had long fantasized about seeing Mike's cock, and Mike didn't disappoint. He seemed to be slightly larger than average, with a gorgeous, perfect head and lopsided balls. His pubic hair had obviously been somewhat trimmed at some point. Dustin watched Mike's cock flop and bounce as the man wandered closer, his mind clearly drug-addled. It didn't seem like Mike even registered that he was naked, as there was no embarrassment, no attempt at modesty. He simply stood in the conversation as if he wasn't completely nude.

Dustin knew his cock was stiffening, and he didn't care. God, how he wanted to reach out and caress Mike's dick. He wanted it in his mouth. He wanted to bend Mike over and fuck him, or bend over for him - it didn't matter to Dustin, he just wanted something, anything. He launched into a slight conversation with the two, simply to buy time so he could see Mike's dick more. Neither of the crackheads were any the wiser, they were both practically vacant. In fact, they both seemed so utterly unaware of their surroundings that Dustin figured he could probably just get his dick out and jerk off. Obviously, he didn't.

Now, standing buck naked in the dark parking lot jacking his dick, Dustin wondered what it was about Mike that turned him on so damn much. The guy was hot, he knew, despite being a crackhead. He was a bit skinny, but his body hadn't yet started to show the ravaged, negative signs. Did he want to save the guy? Was there some sort of hero complex going on? Dustin figured that might be part of it, as he'd long since surmised that Terri was the one that got Mike hooked on the junk. Or was there something dirtier at play? The cop wanting to fuck a crackhead? Or was it simply because Mike had rarely worn more than beat-up briefs?

Dustin's hand was shuffling quickly now, as he recalled the way Mike's dick bounced as he walked; the way his lopsided balls shifted. As Dustin shot his load out onto the concrete in front of him, he realized he didn't really care WHY he wanted to fuck Mike so badly, he just did.

Without any rush at all, the naked cop wandered slowly back to his car, his beefy, muscular body illuminated by only the moon. Jutting out from trimmed, red pubic hair, his still-hard cock wagged back and forth, releasing tiny droplets of his cum onto his thighs. Casually, he reached into his police cruiser for his underwear.

 

[Brian S]

This is just what I needed, Ryan thought as he pushed his dick into some random man's ass in a hotel room in Kansas City. Needed some new ass. A new experience. He began to fuck, holding the man by the hips as he looked down at the guy's back from behind.

Ryan couldn't help but marvel at how much he'd changed in a relatively short amount of time. At least, compared to the years he was with his ex, thinking he was straight. Stuck in a loveless marriage, not having any sex, to fucking some man whose name he couldn't recall in a hotel room.

I really have turned into Patrick. Do I want to be Patrick, or do I just want to fuck Patrick? Ryan thrust hard, his hips slapping against the random guy's ample ass. Jesus, stop thinking about Patrick. I need to either kill those feelings off for good, or just fuck the man already. Easier said than done, considering he's the one that flipped out on me. This guy's built similarly, but...he's not Patrick. Nobody ever will be. Heh, if this was Patrick, I'd be fucking him on his back so I could see his face. Strange thing to admit, but true. This guy means nothing to me, and I'm sure the feeling's mutual. Still...who the fuck am I anymore? I just drove to fucking Kansas City so I could fuck some new men...Jesus. As if Camden, Jackson, Dustin, and the occasional Brighton/Parker situation aren't good enough?

Let's be real though, you know what you're doing, Ryan. You're trying to have some other experience, away from home, away from all that...hoping that will kill off your thoughts about Patrick. And Krieg, too, to a lesser degree. That one's a lost cause, he's gone. But Patrick? Patrick's in my hometown. We fucking see each other on grindr. And so you're just trying to get rid of those thoughts by any means necessary. And...so be it. Who cares? This guy's got a really great ass, it feels great to have my cock inside him...knowing that when we cum, he'll leave. It'll be simple, no strings attached, no hurt feelings involved. A simple, sexual transaction, whetting our appetites. No more, no less. Jesus, I wonder who I learned that line of thinking from?

"Easy, easy..." The man said, snapping Ryan out of his daydream. The two had slid forward during Ryan's extremely hard pounding, and the man's face was pushed against the headboard. Ryan backed off a little, fucking aggressively yet not over the top like he just had been. He didn't even realize it...

Was I really just fucking him TOO hard? Wow...I...I can't help but feel weirdly proud about that. Never thought I'd fuck anyone TOO hard...guess that sorta puts my cock size to rest...officially, anyway. Haven't been worried about that in some time.

Ryan looked over across the room and realized he could see himself in a full-length mirror. He'd seen American Psycho once, and knew he was walking a fine line between being appreciative of himself and too egotistical, but he still watched himself fuck.

Fuck, I'm hot. Look at me. Trimmed down, nice arms, great chest. Hairy, manly...I'd fuck me. Look at my hips crashing against this dude's fat ass...the way my balls show themselves as I pull outward...Jesus, I wish I could know what it was like to get fucked by me...wish I had a clone. You are one hot fuck, Ryan. Look at what you're doing...how successful you've been when it comes to men...you don't need Patrick. You don't need Krieg. They're the ones missing out.

Ryan continued fucking, lost in his own world. He soon came loudly, pushing hard against his hook-up's ass, unloading his cum into the rubber he was wearing. Soon enough, the guy flipped over and Ryan sucked his cock, average in size. It didn't take long for the man to cum, and Ryan didn't swallow, but instead used his hand to finish the guy off.

The handsome 30 year old laid on the bed, panting. His cum-covered abs undulated with deep breaths, and a coy smile fell over his full lips. "That was incredible. Man, you fuck hard." he said, smiling more fully now.

"Thanks. It was pretty fucking great." Ryan said, tossing a towel onto the man's midsection. The man wiped up and sat on the edge of the bed, getting his bearings. Before he knew it, Ryan was near the door. "I just have a big day tomorrow." Ryan said, with no preamble. It was enough for the trick to know he had to leave. He was planning on it; he knew the score. However, he figured he could have a minute or two before getting kicked out. Of course he didn't know that Ryan did NOT have a big day tomorrow; he had literally nothing planned.

The trick dressed hurriedly, and scampered for the door, which Ryan was holding open, naked.

"Good fucking you." Ryan said, swatting the man's ass.

"Yeah, you too. Thanks."

Ryan shut the door behind the man without a thought, and wandered back into his hotel room to plop down on the bed. Simple, decisive, devoid of all feelings and emotion. Perfect.

 

[Brian S]

"We got a bassist." Krieg said as he entered Steven's office.

"Great! Glad to hear it! What's he like?"

"Think Taye Diggs with the attitude of Lenny Kravitz."

"Damn." Steven muttered, painting himself a pretty picture.

"Not afraid of nudity either. Dude's fuckin' packing."

"Oh yeah?" Steven asked, his interest piqued.

"HUGE fucking cock, man. Bigger'n mine." Krieg shrugged, plopping down in one of Steven's chairs casually.

Steven pressed a button on his phone to page his secretary. "Yes, Mr. Pike?" came her voice.

"Go ahead and initiate that bank transfer, would you please?"

"I'll do it right now, Mr. Pike."

"Thank you." Steven let go of the page button and turned his focus to Krieg. "I have to admit, I'm surprised you guys managed to pull it together so quickly."

"I told you I had a couple guys in mind." Krieg shrugged. "Got any coke?"

"Back there. On the coffee table." Steven nodded towards the back of the room. Krieg got up to help himself. "So what's his name?"

"Spooge. Well, Sean, but...he's going by Spooge."

"Jesus." Steven muttered. Krieg did a line and then just randomly dropped his pants and underwear to sit on Steven's couch.

"Wanna suck my cock again?"

Steven chuckled. He did indeed want to suck Krieg's cock again. However, he had further plans in mind. He undid his belt and opened his dress pants as he sauntered to the back couch. "Yes, and I thought maybe..."

"Say no more, man." Krieg said. He reached up and unzipped Steven's dress pants, letting them slide to the floor. He groped Steven's package through the light blue Andrew Christian briefs he was wearing, but soon Krieg pulled those down. He didn't hesitate to lean forward and place Steven's cut, smallish dick in his mouth. He fondled Steven's full but tight ballsack, and his nose pressed against the man's expertly trimmed pubic hair. It didn't take Krieg long to get the man hard, Steven reaching his full potential of nearly six inches. Krieg slurped and sucked on it, groping his own growing cock.

Steven looked down at Krieg, at the handsome singer bobbing on his dick. It felt good. It felt really good. Steven placed his hand on the back of Krieg's head, grabbing a handful of the dark, slightly curly, moppy hair. He pulled slightly, but not too hard. He watched Krieg's pretty lips slide up and down his now-wet shaft, and he began to thrust. He began to push into Krieg's mouth, holding the singer's head firmly in his hands. Before long, he was outright fucking the boy's face, Krieg's hand firmly on his hips as he did so. He didn't fuck that mouth too hard, though he wanted to. Baby steps, he figured.

Krieg was all too eager to please Steven. It was no skin off his back, and if he could trade some head for tour dates and spending cash, all the better. Krieg did consider himself a little lucky that Steven didn't have a big dick. He also was happy he'd been sucking on the other boys in the band so much that he'd gotten really great at giving head. He didn't mind trading a little sex to get ahead in the industry - fuck, that was their whole schtick to begin with. Krieg knew the primary reason their videos were being watched as much as they were was due to them showing their cocks off in them. He knew people were tuning in to watch them jack off, or go streaking, or in the case of "Friendly Fire", to see them cum on each other. He'd long since resigned himself to being objectified, and hell he put himself in that position to begin with.

As Steven fucked his face, Krieg slipped away, mentally. He thought back on career as a bisexual man, thinking about how easily it all had come to him. Of course thoughts of Ryan crept in, though they rarely did anymore. He had to admit that, deep down, he wondered how the guy was doing. Whether he ever admitted to himself that he liked guys. Whether he was sucking dicks and getting fucked. Krieg had a hard time deciding whether he looked back on his experience with Ryan fondly because he truly enjoyed Ryan, or because it was the first time he fucked a man. If only Krieg knew then what he knew now...

I did like fucking him. Taking that broken but hot man's ass virginity with my big cock...shit, I could have been fucking him all along. I bet I wanted him because he was broken...unsure...such a nice guy, really. Just so fucking unaware how hot he was...nice daddy type next door, rocking those plain tighty whities. No wonder I wanted him...so fucking unattainable, something I wasn't used to...everyone wants me, how could he not? Yeah, I'd fuck him again, if he were here. Probably for the best he's not though...I don't think our...lifestyles...would mesh these days. Here I am blowing my tour manager to get ahead, and Ryan's probably shacked up with a boyfriend he's madly in love with. That was always his thing, right? Stability, routine, and love. Fuck, I'm sure that's why I turned tails as fast as I could...I fucked him, I got him, but...stability? No thanks. Course, I'd never fucked a guy until then either, so... Truth be told, I'd kinda like to bottom for him...that's weird to think to myself...I mean fucking around with Dog or whoever is one thing, but...but yeah, I'd let Ryan take a crack at my ass. If he was here. Which he's not, so...guess it don't matter.

"I'm gonna cum!" Steven said, interrupting Krieg's train of thought as he thrust firmly against Krieg's face.

"Mmhmm!" Krieg moaned, with Steven's cock in his mouth.

Within a few seconds, Steven moaned loudly and began to shoot his load down Krieg's warm, willing throat. Krieg suckled, even though Steven was still thrusting, and he eagerly took Steven's cum down. Steven pushed his cock as far into Krieg's mouth as it would go, feeling Krieg's exploratory tongue on the underside of it. He held Krieg's head firmly into place as he finished his orgasm, and at once he backed up, pulling out of the singer's face.

"GodDAMN, you're a great cocksucker!" Steven moaned, holding his stiff, shiny dick at the base.

"Well you did most of the work." Krieg chuckled.

With that, Steven dove between Krieg's bare legs, kissing the boy's thighs, then his balls before ultimately swallowing his large, uncut dick. As Steven bobbed up and down, he slid his hands up Krieg's torso to find his nipples. After lightly tracing them with his fingertips, Steven began to pinch them. He brought his right hand down to assist with his sucking, while his left hand pinched Krieg's right nipple.

It kind of hurt, but Krieg kind of liked it. He certainly felt his own cock swell each time Steven pinched tighter. After several minutes of intense sucking on Steven's part, Krieg moaned, "I'm unna nut!" And with that, Krieg came, his load being eagerly sucked down by Steven. Krieg thrust upward a bit, plugging Steven's mouth with his big dick. It felt incredible; Steven could really suck a cock.

Before long, it was all over. Steven stood nearby, pulling up his underwear while Krieg simply leaned forward for another bump. "I like this arrangement." Steven said, snapping his waistband into place.

Krieg reared his head up, nodding.

 

[Brian S]

Zack sat on the couch, rubbing himself through his boxers. He was well into his first cam show, and he found that even though he was nervous, he was also excited. He could see the viewer count rising, and it seemed to turn him on each time someone new started watching him. He knew it was probably 100% men, but he didn't care. Letting them see him through a computer was easy, he found. It was just like masturbating alone, only hundreds of horny men were watching him. And tipping him. The tokens were coming in at a rate that surprised even Zack. He knew he was attractive, and he knew being straight was a big selling point, but he was still surprised at just how many men were paying to see him touch himself. It was immediately intoxicating.

The entire week prior, Zack had researched it, and that meant watching other guys beat off. He didn't watch it for sexual gratitude as much as he was studying them. He figured out how to tease the audience, to not just whip it out and jack off. The shows weren't ten minutes long, they often lasted hours. He knew he couldn't touch his dick for that long, so he learned how to...meander. How to buy time. How to keep people watching, and more importantly, tipping.

Zack stopped rubbing his cock and let it just be hard in his white, soft cotton boxers. The audience could see up his muscular thighs, his legs wide open. The leg of his boxers opened enough to expose part of his ballsack; the first true nudity he'd shown in this first cam show of his. He teased the horny men by hooking his fingers into the leg of his boxers and pulling them aside slightly. His balls became more exposed, and he finally pulled them out altogether, fondling them for the audience. More tips came in.

He rubbed his athletic chest, his hand gliding slowly over his pecs, his nipples, his abs. He was taking it slow, essentially making love to himself and letting dozens upon dozens of men watch him from afar. Men from all over the globe were looking at his balls, and probably jacking themselves to him as he lightly fingered his own nipple. He flexed for them, he posed for them, he slid his own boxers down as far as they would go without actually exposing his dick. He stood in front of the camera, thrusting, letting them all see how his cock wagged and bounced in his soft underwear. He was having the time of his life.

This carried on for some time, with Zack flashing his ass several times, and edging and stopping, edging and stopping. It wasn't until much later, and after he'd accrued more tokens, that he took his boxers off. He did it meticulously, letting the waistband slowly slide down his shaft, exposing more and more of his dick. Once the waistband slipped past his head, Zack's hard cock sprang out. He pivoted his hips back and forth to wag it for them. He got tips.

Sitting back on the couch, he let them all drink in his fully nude body. He kept his cock hard with intermittent strokes, and he fondled his balls while touching his own chest.

hornedperv69: show us ur hole

Zack smiled and laughed a little, leaning forward to type: $$$ With that he sat back and stroked himself a little. Soon enough, hornedperv69 sent some tokens. Zack smiled again and stood up, turning his ass to the camera. He shook it a little, twerked just a bit, before groping his own ass cheeks. He then bent over, spreading his cheeks with his hands, to show them all his asshole. His balls dangled from between his legs as he bared his ass to them. Feeling both a little giving and completely horny, Zack reached further back and lightly touched his own hole with his fingertips. He did that for several minutes, actually relishing how it felt. He then stood back upright, shook his ass again, and sat down to see that he got more tokens.

hornedperv69: do u suck dick?
str8boyNE: never have
hornedperv69: would u?
str8boyNE: maybe if price was right...

Zack didn't figure there was any chance he'd ever get to that point, and he certainly hadn't planned on including any sort of partner in his cam shows, so he didn't see the harm in at least playing like he might suck a dick. It was all fantasy for them anyway, right?

Much, much later, Zack was in the homestretch. Slouching on the couch with his legs wide open, he jerked his cock feverishly for his audience, who were telling him to cum. When he wasn't fondling his balls, they were bouncing from his hand motions, and the men watching on the other end were enraptured. They wanted to see this straight Nebraska boy cum. No, they NEEDED to see him cum. Finally, after several hours, Zack gave them what they wanted. He began to cum, and hard. He'd been edging himself for so long that he shot like he'd never shot before. Of course his orgasm was heightened due to knowing how many people were watching him. He spurted on his own sexy face, and across his taut, athletic torso. Wave after wave shot out of his pulsing cock, surprising even Zack himself. He slowed his rhythm down as he neared the end of his orgasm, and he could feel his cum dripping down his knuckles, onto his balls and the floor below. He slid his palm slowly on his abs, spreading his cum around on his own torso.

 

[Brian S]

Ian came hard too, in the privacy of his own room. He let out a series of soft, accidental moans as his aching cock got some sweet relief. His laptop open on the bed next to him, Ian watched as Zack spread his own load around on his abs and pecs. Ian's own load coated his own torso as well now, but Ian didn't fingerpaint with it. He simply reached over and grabbed his cum towel, which he draped over his naked body.

Ian had left Zack to it roughly three hours prior. He didn't KNOW he was going to watch Zack, but...yes, he did know that. He pretended like he wasn't going to; a show of resistance for nobody but himself. Of course, within moments of getting to his room, Ian stripped naked and cracked open his laptop. He'd watched the whole show. At first he convinced himself he was just curious and that he'd only watch a little. Of course again he was only fooling himself, and he found himself with an erection before Zack even took his shirt off. It was kind of an odd mindfuck to watch Zack through his computer, knowing that everything was unfolding in his own living room, not far beyond his closed bedroom door.

When Zack was done spreading his cum around onscreen, he could see Zack get up from the couch. He disappeared from the cam, and in actuality could hear Zack in the bathroom. It was so incredibly weird for Ian, yet also so incredibly hot. As he heard Zack moving away from the bathroom, Ian looked down at his laptop, soon seeing Zack again. His roomie cleaned up for the audience, should there be anyone left to watch now that he'd gotten off. His cock was still raging hard, but Ian's was faltering some. He too stood and cleaned up, while his buddy was cleaning up in the other room.

Soon, the cam went offline and it wasn't long before Zack was tapping on Ian's door. "Dude, you awake?"

"Uh, yeah...just a second." Ian called out, reaching over to shut his laptop quickly. "Come in!" he added, standing there naked.

Zack came into Ian's bedroom, also naked still, and absolutely elated. "Dude! That was fuckin' crazy!"

"Yeah? Did you have a good time?"

"The BEST fucking time, dude. Like...I was totally nervous at first, but then people started watching and tipping me, and...shit, I got into it!"

"Of course you did." Ian chuckled, sitting on his bed.

Zack took a seat too and said, "It was so weird, man. It was like...you know, here I am just, you know, jerking off or whatever, but...then I'd get this like realization that other people were watching me. But it didn't like, weird me out because I couldn't see them. But dude, I got, like, surprisingly into it."

"You know that was pretty much all gay men watching you, right?" Ian asked.

"Of course. Who cares?"

"Just wanted to make sure you knew that." Ian chuckled.

"Hell, who else would pay a straight boy to jerk off?" Zack laughed.

"How much money did you make?"

"I dunno for sure. Maybe like eighty bucks."

"Eighty bucks? That's it?" Ian chuckled.

"Well eighty bucks for jerking off which I was gonna do anyway. Plus that's like, what, 26, 27 bucks per hour?"

"Fair enough. You gonna keep doing it?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm fucking hooked, man! Like it's SO easy. All I gotta do is play with myself and make money doing it? Come on, that's fucking brilliant!"

Ian laughed. "Well glad you had a great time, man."

"I really fuckin' did, man." Zack said, suddenly realizing that Ian was being casually naked around him.

 

[laptoper]

Zack sat on the couch, rubbing himself through his boxers. He was well into his first cam show, and he found that even though he was nervous, he was also excited. He could see the viewer count rising, and it seemed to turn him on each time someone new started watching him. He knew it was probably 100% men, but he didn't care. Letting them see him through a computer was easy, he found. It was just like masturbating alone, only hundreds of horny men were watching him. And tipping him. The tokens were coming in at a rate that surprised even Zack. He knew he was attractive, and he knew being straight was a big selling point, but he was still surprised at just how many men were paying to see him touch himself. It was immediately intoxicating.

The entire week prior, Zack had researched it, and that meant watching other guys beat off. He didn't watch it for sexual gratitude as much as he was studying them. He figured out how to tease the audience, to not just whip it out and jack off. The shows weren't ten minutes long, they often lasted hours. He knew he couldn't touch his dick for that long, so he learned how to...meander. How to buy time. How to keep people watching, and more importantly, tipping.

Zack stopped rubbing his cock and let it just be hard in his white, soft cotton boxers. The audience could see up his muscular thighs, his legs wide open. The leg of his boxers opened enough to expose part of his ballsack; the first true nudity he'd shown in this first cam show of his. He teased the horny men by hooking his fingers into the leg of his boxers and pulling them aside slightly. His balls became more exposed, and he finally pulled them out altogether, fondling them for the audience. More tips came in.

He rubbed his athletic chest, his hand gliding slowly over his pecs, his nipples, his abs. He was taking it slow, essentially making love to himself and letting dozens upon dozens of men watch him from afar. Men from all over the globe were looking at his balls, and probably jacking themselves to him as he lightly fingered his own nipple. He flexed for them, he posed for them, he slid his own boxers down as far as they would go without actually exposing his dick. He stood in front of the camera, thrusting, letting them all see how his cock wagged and bounced in his soft underwear. He was having the time of his life.

This carried on for some time, with Zack flashing his ass several times, and edging and stopping, edging and stopping. It wasn't until much later, and after he'd accrued more tokens, that he took his boxers off. He did it meticulously, letting the waistband slowly slide down his shaft, exposing more and more of his dick. Once the waistband slipped past his head, Zack's hard cock sprang out. He pivoted his hips back and forth to wag it for them. He got tips.

Sitting back on the couch, he let them all drink in his fully nude body. He kept his cock hard with intermittent strokes, and he fondled his balls while touching his own chest.

hornedperv69: show us ur hole

Zack smiled and laughed a little, leaning forward to type: $$$ With that he sat back and stroked himself a little. Soon enough, hornedperv69 sent some tokens. Zack smiled again and stood up, turning his ass to the camera. He shook it a little, twerked just a bit, before groping his own ass cheeks. He then bent over, spreading his cheeks with his hands, to show them all his asshole. His balls dangled from between his legs as he bared his ass to them. Feeling both a little giving and completely horny, Zack reached further back and lightly touched his own hole with his fingertips. He did that for several minutes, actually relishing how it felt. He then stood back upright, shook his ass again, and sat down to see that he got more tokens.

hornedperv69: do u suck dick?
str8boyNE: never have
hornedperv69: would u?
str8boyNE: maybe if price was right...

Zack didn't figure there was any chance he'd ever get to that point, and he certainly hadn't planned on including any sort of partner in his cam shows, so he didn't see the harm in at least playing like he might suck a dick. It was all fantasy for them anyway, right?

Much, much later, Zack was in the homestretch. Slouching on the couch with his legs wide open, he jerked his cock feverishly for his audience, who were telling him to cum. When he wasn't fondling his balls, they were bouncing from his hand motions, and the men watching on the other end were enraptured. They wanted to see this straight Nebraska boy cum. No, they NEEDED to see him cum. Finally, after several hours, Zack gave them what they wanted. He began to cum, and hard. He'd been edging himself for so long that he shot like he'd never shot before. Of course his orgasm was heightened due to knowing how many people were watching him. He spurted on his own sexy face, and across his taut, athletic torso. Wave after wave shot out of his pulsing cock, surprising even Zack himself. He slowed his rhythm down as he neared the end of his orgasm, and he could feel his cum dripping down his knuckles, onto his balls and the floor below. He slid his palm slowly on his abs, spreading his cum around on his own torso.

Wow, that was seriously hot!

 

[Brian S]

From PunkGay's personal blogspot:

Hey guys, what's up? Got another review for you today and it's from a band whose videos I've been watching - read, jerking to - for a while now. Yeah I've talked about Frot before, but they finally came to the Des Moines area and I got to see them live!

As you all know I've been fucking fascinated with these guys for a while now. I've literally shot so many loads to their videos, and I have their album and ordered their merch online. I've been dying to see them live since the moment I heard of their antics on stage.

In short? I guess it's a case of "don't meet your heroes". I was so let down, you guys.

They took the stage completely naked, which was a bonus for a homo like myself. They're all seriously so fucking hot, and they had a new bass player that I hadn't seen before. He went by Spooge and seriously that BBC was hot as fuck. Krieg was hot as fuck, with his own big, uncut cock flopping around. Dog was hot as fuck, not hung at all, except for his massive balls, but you just kind of don't care what he's packing because his energy is insanely attractive. And of course there's Dakota, who could seriously model for CK or Gucci or Versace...so hot. And a great cock too.

But that was about it. They were hot, they were naked. They all got erections at some point. And I can't stress enough just how fucking big Spooge's cock is. Dog pissed on some of the crowd and then jacked off during "My Drummer's Balls". Which was all ironic because there were no actual drums during the performance because the drummer was busy jacking off. Spooge let a boy suck his cock. Krieg let a girl suck his cock, apparently trying to hold onto some flimsy amount of "straightness" as if any of us are fooled anymore.

Almost as an afterthought, Dakota outright fucked the boy who had sucked Spooge. On stage, after the last song. Just for no reason, he fucked a guy for all of us to see.

So...here's the thing. As a gay boy, I was certainly enthralled with the sexual aspect of the show. But...that's all it was. A sexual spectacle, and nothing more. The playing was sloppy, Krieg forgot lyrics multiple times, and in the case of "My Drummer's Balls", there was one song completely devoid of drums. Which only made the rest of it sloppier. It was a fucking shitshow, you guys. I really wanted a great show with some of that sexual, homoerotic overtones, but this was like them trying to one-up each other.

You can't really separate the dirty stuff from their music, but that's what used to be fun about it. At least from what I hear and how I know their music videos to be. But this was just sloppy sex. It was just exhibitionism run rampant, and as hot as they all are, it wore thin fast.

I used to lust after Krieg, you all know that. And I guess I still do because old habits die hard. But what I thought I would get and what I actually got were so different from each other. I got a sloppy man, hot as he may be, forgetting lyrics and looking just...off. Not as hot as he once did. Certainly not as hot as he does in the "My Cock" music video. He's obviously lost weight and didn't have any weight to lose to begin with. He seemed almost distracted, or going through the motions. He missed several notes, and glaringly so. Which is different than what I've heard from people who've seen them in Chicago. Yes, everyone can have an off night. But it was obvious Krieg was having a VERY OFF night.

I am not the kind of guy to just throw out accusations. But Krieg's weight loss startles me a little. Like I said, he was already skinny, but now he's starting to approach a slightly gross territory. His eyes looked vacant, and he had dark circles under them. And maybe most telling, he lost his erection WHILE he was getting that aforementioned blowjob. I at first chalked it up to the fact that it was from a girl, and we all know by now those boys are primarily gay whether they admit it or not. His dick did rally back though, but he wasn't rock hard when he finally came. It was all just sort of sloppy. Well, not sort of. It WAS entirely sloppy.

The songs sucked, the sex wasn't even that titillating. And seriously, what's up with Dog just pissing on the audience? It was all just a gross spectacle, but worse, it was boring.

 

[laptoper]

From PunkGay's personal blogspot:

Hey guys, what's up? Got another review for you today and it's from a band whose videos I've been watching - read, jerking to - for a while now. Yeah I've talked about Frot before, but they finally came to the Des Moines area and I got to see them live!

As you all know I've been fucking fascinated with these guys for a while now. I've literally shot so many loads to their videos, and I have their album and ordered their merch online. I've been dying to see them live since the moment I heard of their antics on stage.

In short? I guess it's a case of "don't meet your heroes". I was so let down, you guys.

They took the stage completely naked, which was a bonus for a homo like myself. They're all seriously so fucking hot, and they had a new bass player that I hadn't seen before. He went by Spooge and seriously that BBC was hot as fuck. Krieg was hot as fuck, with his own big, uncut cock flopping around. Dog was hot as fuck, not hung at all, except for his massive balls, but you just kind of don't care what he's packing because his energy is insanely attractive. And of course there's Dakota, who could seriously model for CK or Gucci or Versace...so hot. And a great cock too.

But that was about it. They were hot, they were naked. They all got erections at some point. And I can't stress enough just how fucking big Spooge's cock is. Dog pissed on some of the crowd and then jacked off during "My Drummer's Balls". Which was all ironic because there were no actual drums during the performance because the drummer was busy jacking off. Spooge let a boy suck his cock. Krieg let a girl suck his cock, apparently trying to hold onto some flimsy amount of "straightness" as if any of us are fooled anymore.

Almost as an afterthought, Dakota outright fucked the boy who had sucked Spooge. On stage, after the last song. Just for no reason, he fucked a guy for all of us to see.

So...here's the thing. As a gay boy, I was certainly enthralled with the sexual aspect of the show. But...that's all it was. A sexual spectacle, and nothing more. The playing was sloppy, Krieg forgot lyrics multiple times, and in the case of "My Drummer's Balls", there was one song completely devoid of drums. Which only made the rest of it sloppier. It was a fucking shitshow, you guys. I really wanted a great show with some of that sexual, homoerotic overtones, but this was like them trying to one-up each other.

You can't really separate the dirty stuff from their music, but that's what used to be fun about it. At least from what I hear and how I know their music videos to be. But this was just sloppy sex. It was just exhibitionism run rampant, and as hot as they all are, it wore thin fast.

I used to lust after Krieg, you all know that. And I guess I still do because old habits die hard. But what I thought I would get and what I actually got were so different from each other. I got a sloppy man, hot as he may be, forgetting lyrics and looking just...off. Not as hot as he once did. Certainly not as hot as he does in the "My Cock" music video. He's obviously lost weight and didn't have any weight to lose to begin with. He seemed almost distracted, or going through the motions. He missed several notes, and glaringly so. Which is different than what I've heard from people who've seen them in Chicago. Yes, everyone can have an off night. But it was obvious Krieg was having a VERY OFF night.

I am not the kind of guy to just throw out accusations. But Krieg's weight loss startles me a little. Like I said, he was already skinny, but now he's starting to approach a slightly gross territory. His eyes looked vacant, and he had dark circles under them. And maybe most telling, he lost his erection WHILE he was getting that aforementioned blowjob. I at first chalked it up to the fact that it was from a girl, and we all know by now those boys are primarily gay whether they admit it or not. His dick did rally back though, but he wasn't rock hard when he finally came. It was all just sort of sloppy. Well, not sort of. It WAS entirely sloppy.

The songs sucked, the sex wasn't even that titillating. And seriously, what's up with Dog just pissing on the audience? It was all just a gross spectacle, but worse, it was boring.

Always intrigued by the twists and turns. Good old Lance was right on the button. What`s he up to I wonder?

 

[godard]

This is excellent!

From PunkGay's personal blogspot:

Hey guys, what's up? Got another review for you today and it's from a band whose videos I've been watching - read, jerking to - for a while now. Yeah I've talked about Frot before, but they finally came to the Des Moines area and I got to see them live!

As you all know I've been fucking fascinated with these guys for a while now. I've literally shot so many loads to their videos, and I have their album and ordered their merch online. I've been dying to see them live since the moment I heard of their antics on stage.

In short? I guess it's a case of "don't meet your heroes". I was so let down, you guys.

They took the stage completely naked, which was a bonus for a homo like myself. They're all seriously so fucking hot, and they had a new bass player that I hadn't seen before. He went by Spooge and seriously that BBC was hot as fuck. Krieg was hot as fuck, with his own big, uncut cock flopping around. Dog was hot as fuck, not hung at all, except for his massive balls, but you just kind of don't care what he's packing because his energy is insanely attractive. And of course there's Dakota, who could seriously model for CK or Gucci or Versace...so hot. And a great cock too.

But that was about it. They were hot, they were naked. They all got erections at some point. And I can't stress enough just how fucking big Spooge's cock is. Dog pissed on some of the crowd and then jacked off during "My Drummer's Balls". Which was all ironic because there were no actual drums during the performance because the drummer was busy jacking off. Spooge let a boy suck his cock. Krieg let a girl suck his cock, apparently trying to hold onto some flimsy amount of "straightness" as if any of us are fooled anymore.

Almost as an afterthought, Dakota outright fucked the boy who had sucked Spooge. On stage, after the last song. Just for no reason, he fucked a guy for all of us to see.

So...here's the thing. As a gay boy, I was certainly enthralled with the sexual aspect of the show. But...that's all it was. A sexual spectacle, and nothing more. The playing was sloppy, Krieg forgot lyrics multiple times, and in the case of "My Drummer's Balls", there was one song completely devoid of drums. Which only made the rest of it sloppier. It was a fucking shitshow, you guys. I really wanted a great show with some of that sexual, homoerotic overtones, but this was like them trying to one-up each other.

You can't really separate the dirty stuff from their music, but that's what used to be fun about it. At least from what I hear and how I know their music videos to be. But this was just sloppy sex. It was just exhibitionism run rampant, and as hot as they all are, it wore thin fast.

I used to lust after Krieg, you all know that. And I guess I still do because old habits die hard. But what I thought I would get and what I actually got were so different from each other. I got a sloppy man, hot as he may be, forgetting lyrics and looking just...off. Not as hot as he once did. Certainly not as hot as he does in the "My Cock" music video. He's obviously lost weight and didn't have any weight to lose to begin with. He seemed almost distracted, or going through the motions. He missed several notes, and glaringly so. Which is different than what I've heard from people who've seen them in Chicago. Yes, everyone can have an off night. But it was obvious Krieg was having a VERY OFF night.

I am not the kind of guy to just throw out accusations. But Krieg's weight loss startles me a little. Like I said, he was already skinny, but now he's starting to approach a slightly gross territory. His eyes looked vacant, and he had dark circles under them. And maybe most telling, he lost his erection WHILE he was getting that aforementioned blowjob. I at first chalked it up to the fact that it was from a girl, and we all know by now those boys are primarily gay whether they admit it or not. His dick did rally back though, but he wasn't rock hard when he finally came. It was all just sort of sloppy. Well, not sort of. It WAS entirely sloppy.

The songs sucked, the sex wasn't even that titillating. And seriously, what's up with Dog just pissing on the audience? It was all just a gross spectacle, but worse, it was boring.

E

 

[Brian S]

Camden leaned forward to kiss Brighton's pouty, full lips as he bounced up and down on Brighton's cock. The two moaned with a sense of urgency, as their saliva commingled in each other's mouths as much as their tongues did. Brighton's hands grasped Camden at the waist as the eager bottom rode him on the couch. Camden's cock, hard as it could ever be, thumped off Brighton's muscular torso, leaving behind drops of sticky precum.

Beside them, Jackson gyrated his tiny, tight, ginger ass on Parker's cock. He too leaked precum onto his sexual partner, and Parker gently held the boy's head as they kissed; copious amounts of red, slightly curly hair jutting from between Parker's fingers.

It seemed inevitable that this would happen. By this time, Parker and Brighton had had threesomes with both of those boys. Meanwhile, Camden and Jackson were no strangers to one another either, often fucking around together if neither of them had other plans. It only made sense that all four would get together in some capacity.

Camden looked over at Jackson, who'd become his best friend in recent months. His best friend with benefits, they'd say and laugh. He felt a sort of love for Jackson, though they weren't entirely sexually compatible. From coworkers at the pizza place, to fucking around with the same men and ultimately each other, the two had developed a bond. They could tell each other anything, and they straddled the blurry line between being best friends and being boyfriends. Without the monogamy of course.

Ultimately, Ryan was the one that brought them together, whether it was intentional or not. In fucking both of them, he created a sort of "kindred spirits" vibe between them. And if no sexual partners were available, the two boys would often make out and jack each other off, or suck each other's cocks. They'd both tried fucking each other, and while the incidents were a technical success, it just wasn't really in either of them to be a top. So they settled with blowjobs and sharing fantasies and experiences.

It turned Camden on to see Jackson riding Parker's cock, and not just from a gay male standpoint. He was happy for Jackson, horny that his best friend was getting some. He liked seeing Jackson bottom because he knew that was what truly made Jackson happy. The same was true in reverse; Jackson relished witnessing Camden on top of Brighton.

The four boys were all nearly the same age, yet Parker and Brighton just seemed much more manly than the other two. Jackson and Camden were both boyish, skinny, while Parker and Brighton were former college football players; all muscle with "frathlete" bodies - a portmanteau the two bottoms had come up with to describe Parker and Brighton.

Camden leaned back, allowing his hard cock to really bounce off Brighton's abs. Brighton, in turn, spat in his hand and grabbed that cock, allowing Camden's own motion to jack it. Brighton then let his head flop to the side some in order to look at Jackson riding Parker's cock. Brighton knew what that was like, how Parker's cock felt up his ass. As much of a couple as they'd turned out to be, they each knew they couldn't be 100% satisfied with just each other.

It wasn't a decision they'd come to lightly, or even one that they planned on making. They'd read the horror stories of couples whose relationships disintegrated once extraneous sex came into play. They didn't want to play into the stereotype that gay men can't be monogamous. However, they knew what they wanted and they also knew that they weren't your stereotypical gay couple to begin with. The two had discovered their mutual attraction together, for both each other and for men in general. They'd had no other real experiences with men until they started hooking up, and so they were both eager to explore.

The unwavering caveat is that they both had to agree on the guy or guys, and the time and place. If they went out and Brighton wanted to bring a guy home but Parker wasn't feeling it, Brighton accepted that, and vice versa. So far, their pact was completely unchallenging as they'd both found an intense desire for both Jackson and Camden. As versatile as Parker and Brighton were, particularly Brighton, they'd both realized they prefer to top. And so, having Jackson and/or Camden around was a win-win for all four of them.

Parker didn't know what it was about Jackson's ass that made it so incredible to fuck; nobody knew. Brighton, Ryan, Patrick...they all had experienced that magical, tight ass, and all concluded that it was downright terrific to be inside. Even Camden came to the same conclusion, despite not being a great top.

"I'm gonna cum." Camden whined, delirious from the sensation of Brighton's cock inside him. He barely got the words out before his cock began to spurt, being jerked by Brighton. His load splattered against Brighton's abs and chest, and his body shook from that and the stimulation in his ass. His clenching around Brighton's cock ushered in Brighton's own orgasm, and soon the athlete was shooting inside Camden. He moaned loudly as he unloaded, and at nearly the same time, Parker began to cum inside Jackson.

Jackson too lost his load, dampening Parker's dark chest hair in places. The orgasms had come one right after the other; all four boys in some stage of it at the same time. Camden leaned in to kiss Brighton again, feeling the post-orgasmic throb of Brighton's cock in his ass. His own cum now smeared on his chest too, from Brighton's, as they pressed together.

Jackson leaned back, his cock visibly twitching and throbbing with each heartbeat, against Parker's cum-covered abs. The two panted, as Parker released his tight grip on Jackson's petite hips. Camden too reared up, his forearms resting on Brighton's shoulders and the back of the couch.

Brighton and Parker shared a silent look, one of pleasure, of being spent and content, of happiness. After basking in afterglow for some time, the two bottoms dismounted. Both Parker and Brighton's cocks slid out of their respective partners, each of them only about half hard by then.

"We'll grab you some towels." Jackson said, his legs slightly wobbly. Once the two disappeared into the bathroom, Brighton and Parker leaned closer together. Their lips met as they had a thousand times, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss. They began to pull away slightly, and Brighton's pouty lower lip got ever-so-briefly caught between Parker's lips. Parker reached up and played with Brighton's sweaty, blonde hair before saying, "I love you."

"I love you too." Brighton smiled, and the two shared another kiss.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg awoke to the sounds of some intense, gay sex. Rubbing his eyes, he forced himself out of bed and began padding naked over to the kitchen island. From there, he could see Spooge fucking Dog, well, doggystyle. He'd never heard Dog be so "bottom-y" before.

Krieg leaned over for a line, bringing his head up quickly afterward, rubbing his nose. He lit a cigarette as he looked across the apartment at Spooge, really fucking giving it to Dog. "Unh...fuck me with that big black cock!!!" Dog yelped. Krieg lifted his eyebrows in surprise; Dog was always vocal during sex, but not usually in that way. Krieg sauntered over to take a morning piss while the sounds of Dog's bed rocking echoed through the loft.

Now, Krieg sauntered over to Dog's bed, cigarette in one hand, his own cock in the other. He stroked himself hard, and stopped to watch the scene momentarily.

"Mornin!" Dog said between Spooge's thrusts, his voice a bit shaky but also playful.

"Morning." Krieg responded, now hard and horny. He reached down and placed an open hand on Spooge's thick, undulating ass. Dog, meanwhile, had given himself completely over to Spooge's cock, all nearly 10 inches of it.

"I'm about to cum!" Spooge growled, fucking Dog's ass at an incredible, aggressive rate.

"Cum in my ass! Cum in my ass!" Dog pleaded, and it wasn't long before Spooge, well, spooged up Dog's ass. The man pushed forward hard, lurching Dog's body forward as well. He practically roared through his orgasm, filling Dog with his thick, full load. He continued to thrust all the way through it, until he was spent and the two were panting.

Spooge pulled out, Krieg observing that impossibly big dick as it slid out of his drummer's ass. He gave Krieg a half-smile, contented, hungry, needing a cigarette. Dog remained on his knees and face, panting, trying to get his bearings. Krieg knelt on the bed behind Dog, placing one hand on Dog's hip, the other on his cock to guide it into Dog. He got his head against Dog's hole when Dog nearly recoiled.

"What are you doin, man?"

"I was...gonna take a turn?" Krieg asked, knowing how the band often passed each other around.

"No, sorry, man. I'm done for right now." Dog panted, laughing a bit. He rolled onto his back, his legs on either side of Krieg's kneeling knees.

"Well, I could get you off." Krieg offered, grabbing at Dog's erection.

Dog gently pushed Krieg's hand away. "I already came once...I'm just hard again." He laughed. "I'm just really fuckin' spent, man, that was intense."

"Fair enough, man." Krieg said, getting up. He walked across the apartment, naked and hard, and joined Spooge at the island. After doing another line, he said, "I guess you can really fuck, huh? Nobody wears Dog out like that."

Spooge smiled and chuckled a little. "It's a gift." he shrugged.

Krieg leaned down for a third line. Spooge placed his hand on Krieg's arm. "Dude, you just did one. And you had one five minutes ago."

"What are you, the coke monitor now?" Krieg asked, barely hiding his serious tone behind a joking facade.

"Just saying, man."

"I'm hungover." Krieg shrugged. "Drank a fifth of Jack last night, remember?"

"Well, you drank more than that." Spooge said.

"Did I?" Krieg honestly didn't remember. Alcohol went down so easily when he was coked out of his mind.

"Yeah. You finished off the Jack, then finished off the vodka, what little there was left. Then you started on a bottle of Cab just because we didn't have anything else."

"Huh." Krieg said, not registering at all that he had fallen into a vicious cycle. Shrugging, he bent over again for that third line.

At the same time, Dakota got home, disheveled but still somehow hot. He nodded and said "Hey" to the boys, as he wandered to his bedroom area; a partitioned part of the room, separated by only curtains. Dog had hopped in the shower, and Spooge was being a downer as far as Krieg was concerned, so Krieg took his erection over to Dakota.

Having gotten mostly undressed already, Dakota pulled off his underwear and laid on his bed naked. Krieg laid down beside him and leaned in for a kiss, which Dakota obliged him with. Krieg kissed him harder and harder, the kiss building in intensity as Krieg slid his hand up Dakota's thigh to wrap it around Dakota's soft cock. He pulled on it a couple of times before Dakota stopped him.

"I...literally just had sex." Dakota laughed.

"With who?"

"The groupie I went home with, remember?"

"Uh, no."

"You were the one who urged me to go, man. He kinda looked like Heath Ledger?" Dakota asked, trying to jar Krieg's memory.

Krieg shook his head, indicating he didn't recall. "Well hopefully he wasn't entirely like Heath Ledger."

"What do you mean?" Dakota asked.

"Dead. I mean, you didn't fuck a corpse, did you? We're not there yet, right?" Krieg chuckled and looked at Dakota who only returned a disgusted face. "Whaaaat?" Krieg asked. "I was just joking."

"But see, jokes have to be funny. That's the very nature of jokes, dude."

"God, okay, geez." Krieg said, his sarcasm on full display.

"Anyway. He lives like 3 blocks away, so I literally just fucked him 15 minutes ago. So..."

"It's fine, man."

"And I'm tired because we were up all damn night." Dakota said, smiling.

"I said it was fine!" Krieg snipped, getting off Dakota's bed. The way Krieg walked away indicated that it was not, in fact, fine. Dakota didn't bother. He simply rolled over and shut his eyes.

 

[Brian S]

It was roughly two hours into Zack's fourth cam show. As always, Ian watched naked from the privacy of his own bedroom, observing his roomie stroking himself, while doing the same. He had found himself as automatically intoxicated with watching it as Zack had said he'd gotten doing it.

Ian could openly look at Zack's cock that way. He could study Zack's naked body, observe the way he stroked and touched himself. He was surprised at how much his buddy touched his own nipples, and wondered if that was an actual thing for Zack or whether it was for show. It turned Ian on to watch for several reasons. One being that he could so freely watch Zack touch himself. The second being that the whole thing was unfolding in the living room he shared with Zack. The third was that Zack wasn't any the wiser.

Ian had signed up for an account during the previous show, wanting to see the full conversations and to maybe tip Zack when necessary. He stayed mostly silent, not joining in on the conversation usually. He might throw out a "hot" or something similar to keep Zack doing a particular thing. He realized hornedperv69 seemed to be Zack's biggest fan, and whoever that guy was, he was really into seeing Zack's asshole. Ian too found himself surprised that he would keep stroking his dick while Zack presented his hole for the internet to see. He'd seen Zack's ass a million times, but not so specifically THAT. It shocked Ian how much it turned him on to see something so specific, so intimate on his best friend's body. He didn't know he'd get horny over the sight of Zack's complete, unobstructed undercarriage.

During the four shows Zack had done so far, Ian had occasionally convinced himself that Zack secretly knew he was watching. There was a moment during the third cam show where Zack had gotten up, disappeared from the camera. Moments later, he tapped on Ian's door. Ian pulled up Firefox to cover up Chrome, where he was watching Zack. He also threw the covers over his raging erection before telling Zack he could come in. Zack did so, naked, only vaguely covering his erection with his hand.

"I'm outta lube, dude. Can I borrow yours?"

"Yeah, sure." Ian said, gesturing to the bottle that was out and open on his nightstand.

Zack darted for it, trying to respect Ian's privacy but also wanting to hurry back to the cam. He realized the bottle was open and of course out on the nightstand. "Oh, shit, were you using it?" Zack laughed.

"Nah. I was, but...I'm done." Ian lied.

"Thanks bro!" Zack chuckled, and he darted back out to his cam. He'd left Ian's door ajar, so once Ian saw Zack on cam again, he got up to shut it. From his doorway, Ian could see down the short, darkened hallway, past the kitchen and into the living room. The living room and kitchen were separated by an island of sorts, and Ian could see the camera that was capturing Zack's intimate moments. If he stood on his tiptoes, he could also see the top of Zack's head as he sat on the couch. He stroked his cock daringly for a few moments, before shutting the door and returning to his laptop.

There were other small moments that made Ian feel like Zack was addressing him. Zack had asked if there were any Nebraska guys watching him, and Ian did not respond. Zack also asked if there were any straight boys watching him, and again Ian didn't respond. Nobody did. He also at one point typed something about his roomie being up and about, even though he wasn't. At first Ian couldn't figure out why Zack would say that, unless he just simply thought Ian was up and about. But then Ian realized that set off a series of questions and comments; horny men wondering if Zack's roomie was straight, if he was hot, if he knew Zack was beating off for the internet. Interestingly enough, Zack answered yes to all those things, including the "is he hot" question.

Ian knew it was his own paranoia talking, and that Zack did not in any way realize he had been watching. How upset could he even be, anyway? We shared Kassie, we jacked together at that camp, he finished himself off in front of me that one time, he walks around here naked, and he's incredibly fucking open about doing cam shows. Ian's internal mantra about the things that he and Zack had shared or done together kept getting longer and longer; his own personal excuse to explain the feelings he was having and the thoughts he was entertaining.

As Ian stroked himself to Zack stroking himself, he wondered what it would be like to touch Zack's cock; to hold it, to feel it pulse in his hand as it shot a thick load. Would he play with Zack's nipple? Would he fondle Zack's balls? Would Zack jack him return, or...perhaps could they swap head? Could straight guys do that and still consider themselves straight? What if they did it with each other and nobody else?

Suddenly overwhelmed with his thoughts, Ian stopped jacking and shut his laptop. He convinced himself that maybe if he stopped watching Zack's shows that he wouldn't be thinking those things. He turned over to go to sleep, shutting his eyes tight as he tried to rid the images that danced through his mind. His cock was unyielding; persistent in its stiffness. He'd been edging too long, he needed to get off. Ian tried to ignore it for about ten minutes as he laid in still silence in his bed. Finally, he got up and tiptoed into the bathroom, flipping on the light to splash his face with cold water. He looked at himself in the mirror, naked, hard, horny. He knew his sleep would be sporadic unless he got off. He'd probably wind up having a wet dream all over his sheets anyway. Ian knew he needed to get off.

He spat in his hand, grabbing his hard cock with it. Ian began to stroke feverishly, on a mission. He could see himself in the mirror, and he gave in to narcissistic thoughts simply to keep thoughts of Zack at bay. You do look pretty hot jerking off, he thought to himself. He noted his bicep working overtime as he jacked his cock quickly. He observed his own abs, the treasure trail, the pure sight of his attractive erection and his jiggling balls.

It didn't take Ian long to get himself close, and he stood in front of the sink, ready to cum into it. His balls tightened and he could practically trace the trajectory of his cum as it welled up inside him, ready to shoot. At that exact moment, Zack casually walked into the bathroom.

"Ha, shit." Zack laughed, having come in for a towel.

In automatic response to being walked in on, Ian looked over at his roomie and best friend. He was naked, still hard, and absolutely coated in his own cum. It was too late for Ian to stop, and everything happened in a split second. But Ian came into the sink as he looked at Zack's naked body, at his stiff, sticky cock, wagging in front of him. Zack just chuckled, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Ian had been putting himself through that night. He reached past Ian for a towel, very nearly banging his erect, spent cock on Ian's bare ass.

Ian, meanwhile, just simply panted as he stood there holding his own cock. He wanted to slap himself, to make himself snap out of it, but at the same time he wanted to grope Zack's dick, which Zack had apparently no issue with showing him. Ian felt horny, he felt ashamed, he felt deceptive. After all, he'd been watching Zack's shows, secretly. He knew he either had to fess up or stop altogether. He didn't know which it would be.