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Darbey caught his roommate peeking over his shoulder at a photo on his phone.
"That's a sick tattoo," Spencer murmured nervously, knowing he had been caught gazing.
It's Dylan, and you met at the NYE soho home party.
Spencer was a member of Darbey's friend group, but he was the quiet one, somewhat of a mystery. He kept to himself and only talked when spoken to. Unfortunately for him, he’s a smokeshow, which usually got him a lot of attention.
“I suppose I remember him,” Spencer mumbled in a desperate attempt to seem nonchalant.
“He was the only guy dressed in a metallic crop top. I doubt that's an image that anyone could forget lol.”
This exchange was Spencer's idea of hell. He wanted to know more, but he didn’t want to out himself. He played tennis, loved cars, basically lived at the gym. Think of any stereotypically str8 activity and one would find him doing it. Little did anyone know he used to spend his weekends jerking off to the thought of a pretty guy’s lips wrapped around his dick.
Darbey baited Spencer, saying, "You can dm him on Instagram if you want to ask him about the tattoo."
“Hmmm,” Spencer smirked as he knew Darbey was toying with him.
Darbey and Dylan's chat screenshot
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Darbey invited several closest bros over for a movie night. The plan was to binge all the Marvel movies over the weekend before seeing the newest. Of course, Dylan arrived in a skimpy tank top and joggers that left very little to the imagination. His perky nipples presented themselves right through the flimsy, soft fabric.
Darbey had spilled his guts to him about Spencer’s curious behavior. Now he was in Dylan’s crosshairs. Dylan is best described by the phrase "bottomless pit of horniness." It was common knowledge amongst the friend circle that he’s a big slut. Darbey met Dylan on the court, and their unlikely friendship began because Darbey wanted to hang out with all of Dylan’s girl-friends.
Halfway through the movie marathon, way past midnight, most guys had passed out drunk with the exception of Dylan, Darbey, and Spencer.
Dylan didn’t give two shits about the movie. He was wedged between his str8 best friend and a potential joyride. It was time to make the move.
Bud, mind not hogging the throw blanket? Dylan snapped at Spencer. I’m super cold, he murmured as he covered his nipples, drawing attention to them.
Spencer's gaze dropped downward, and his face went as red as a tomato. He was the epitome of “golden retriever energy.”
Dylan slid closer to him beneath the throw, his bare arms brushing against his, and he tilted his head to rest on Spencer's shoulder.
Things didnt need to be said. Dylan noticed how Spencer was manspreading, hoping it was because of something big between his legs. He had high expectations. There was not even the slightest hint of hesitancy or awkwardness amongst them. The copious amounts of gin they’d been drinking helped.
At that moment, Spencer was painfully aware of his throbbing dick, ever so hard and ready to unleash itself out the thigh boxer briefs. Although he didn’t instigate the physical touch, he just let it happening that moment.
“TF is happening?” he was perplexed and overwhelmed.
At the first sign of awkwardness emanating from Spencer as his leg started shaking Dylan asked, “Did you want to know more about my tattoo?”
“Yes, it’s very cool. I want to get one too.”
“I can send you the deets if you like, and of course you can see mine in person,” Dylan added flirtatiously.
He was not going to settle for fucking shoulder rubbing. He wanted a ride. Spencer’s bulge had made an appearance several times every time Dylan visited Darbey.
I am going to make myself a drink. You’d have some too right?
And what about you, loser? He asked Darbey as he walked past him towards the kitchen.
Darbey shrugged and seemed to be preoccupied with the movie.
Dylan perked up his nipples with a pinch, pulled his joggers all the way down to the dimples on his lower back, and walked his cute little ass back to the couch with two strong gin tonics.
“Here you go,” he nudged back under the couch throw right next to Spencer, but this time he let his hand land on his thigh.
"Cheers," he said, gulping half of it and encouraging Spencer to drink.
Spencer felt powerless in the face of his charms and riles, and chugged the potent drink he had just been handed.
Dylan's twinky sweetness masked the insatiable power btm within him really well.
Dylan couldn't help but notice Darbey's side-eye as he made his move.
As the three of them watched the action unfold in the movie. A different kind of action was unfolding under the throw. Dylan was tracing the figure 8 on the inside of Spencer’s thigh. Each time, a little closer to his crotch.
Spencer's dick twitched every time he experienced it. Dylan, being the no-fucks-given slut that he is, didn't mind if Darbey knew what was happening. But Spencer's obliviousness in the inebriated, horny condition was uncharacteristically sexy.
That’s what riled Dylan up. He loved milking a timid boy. He believed the shy ones were the most freaky in bed, and he wanted to find out where Spencer stood.
His fingers soon reached the leaky uncut tip of Spencer's dick, which was pressed against the right thigh and protruding out of his boxer briefs.
“Ouch, that must be uncomfortable,” he thought to himself.
Spencer couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Dylan’s fingertips twirling around on his mushroom head, drenched in his precum. In that moment, he wanted to lay his head back and let Dylan do more.
Dylan took his hand out of the throw, and Spencer's entire world fell apart for a split second.
“Fuckkk, is he going to get up now? What the actual fuck. Did I do something wrong. What now?” A thousand thoughts flooded his mind.
Dylan wrapped Spencer’s long, muscular arm around his shoulder just so his hand would end up right over his right nipple. He took a deep breath and nonchalantly pressed spencer’s fingertips down to his nipple before returning back to the throbbing dick under the throw.
This time, instead of playing with the tip, he went right for the base. He was eager to make that discovery, and it did not disappoint, to say the least.
That thing was about 8 inches and girthy af. Something that one would expect from a strong Italian boy. Dylan wanted to throw his petite little ass onto it and drain that hung boy for all that he’s got. But he knew it wasn’t the right moment yet.
He whispered in Spencer's ear, "You're as big as I expected you to be," as he gently released the giant pulsating cock from his grip.
“I’m going to crash now, guys”, he said as he got up while adjusting his joggers to hide his adorable little boner.
“Night”
Darbey caught his roommate peeking over his shoulder at a photo on his phone.
"That's a sick tattoo," Spencer murmured nervously, knowing he had been caught gazing.
It's Dylan, and you met at the NYE soho home party.
Spencer was a member of Darbey's friend group, but he was the quiet one, somewhat of a mystery. He kept to himself and only talked when spoken to. Unfortunately for him, he’s a smokeshow, which usually got him a lot of attention.
“I suppose I remember him,” Spencer mumbled in a desperate attempt to seem nonchalant.
“He was the only guy dressed in a metallic crop top. I doubt that's an image that anyone could forget lol.”
This exchange was Spencer's idea of hell. He wanted to know more, but he didn’t want to out himself. He played tennis, loved cars, basically lived at the gym. Think of any stereotypically str8 activity and one would find him doing it. Little did anyone know he used to spend his weekends jerking off to the thought of a pretty guy’s lips wrapped around his dick.
Darbey baited Spencer, saying, "You can dm him on Instagram if you want to ask him about the tattoo."
“Hmmm,” Spencer smirked as he knew Darbey was toying with him.
Darbey and Dylan's chat screenshot
Darbey invited several closest bros over for a movie night. The plan was to binge all the Marvel movies over the weekend before seeing the newest. Of course, Dylan arrived in a skimpy tank top and joggers that left very little to the imagination. His perky nipples presented themselves right through the flimsy, soft fabric.
Darbey had spilled his guts to him about Spencer’s curious behavior. Now he was in Dylan’s crosshairs. Dylan is best described by the phrase "bottomless pit of horniness." It was common knowledge amongst the friend circle that he’s a big slut. Darbey met Dylan on the court, and their unlikely friendship began because Darbey wanted to hang out with all of Dylan’s girl-friends.
Halfway through the movie marathon, way past midnight, most guys had passed out drunk with the exception of Dylan, Darbey, and Spencer.
Dylan didn’t give two shits about the movie. He was wedged between his str8 best friend and a potential joyride. It was time to make the move.
Bud, mind not hogging the throw blanket? Dylan snapped at Spencer. I’m super cold, he murmured as he covered his nipples, drawing attention to them.
Spencer's gaze dropped downward, and his face went as red as a tomato. He was the epitome of “golden retriever energy.”
Dylan slid closer to him beneath the throw, his bare arms brushing against his, and he tilted his head to rest on Spencer's shoulder.
Things didnt need to be said. Dylan noticed how Spencer was manspreading, hoping it was because of something big between his legs. He had high expectations. There was not even the slightest hint of hesitancy or awkwardness amongst them. The copious amounts of gin they’d been drinking helped.
At that moment, Spencer was painfully aware of his throbbing dick, ever so hard and ready to unleash itself out the thigh boxer briefs. Although he didn’t instigate the physical touch, he just let it happening that moment.
“TF is happening?” he was perplexed and overwhelmed.
At the first sign of awkwardness emanating from Spencer as his leg started shaking Dylan asked, “Did you want to know more about my tattoo?”
“Yes, it’s very cool. I want to get one too.”
“I can send you the deets if you like, and of course you can see mine in person,” Dylan added flirtatiously.
He was not going to settle for fucking shoulder rubbing. He wanted a ride. Spencer’s bulge had made an appearance several times every time Dylan visited Darbey.
I am going to make myself a drink. You’d have some too right?
And what about you, loser? He asked Darbey as he walked past him towards the kitchen.
Darbey shrugged and seemed to be preoccupied with the movie.
Dylan perked up his nipples with a pinch, pulled his joggers all the way down to the dimples on his lower back, and walked his cute little ass back to the couch with two strong gin tonics.
“Here you go,” he nudged back under the couch throw right next to Spencer, but this time he let his hand land on his thigh.
"Cheers," he said, gulping half of it and encouraging Spencer to drink.
Spencer felt powerless in the face of his charms and riles, and chugged the potent drink he had just been handed.
Dylan's twinky sweetness masked the insatiable power btm within him really well.
Dylan couldn't help but notice Darbey's side-eye as he made his move.
As the three of them watched the action unfold in the movie. A different kind of action was unfolding under the throw. Dylan was tracing the figure 8 on the inside of Spencer’s thigh. Each time, a little closer to his crotch.
Spencer's dick twitched every time he experienced it. Dylan, being the no-fucks-given slut that he is, didn't mind if Darbey knew what was happening. But Spencer's obliviousness in the inebriated, horny condition was uncharacteristically sexy.
That’s what riled Dylan up. He loved milking a timid boy. He believed the shy ones were the most freaky in bed, and he wanted to find out where Spencer stood.
His fingers soon reached the leaky uncut tip of Spencer's dick, which was pressed against the right thigh and protruding out of his boxer briefs.
“Ouch, that must be uncomfortable,” he thought to himself.
Spencer couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Dylan’s fingertips twirling around on his mushroom head, drenched in his precum. In that moment, he wanted to lay his head back and let Dylan do more.
Dylan took his hand out of the throw, and Spencer's entire world fell apart for a split second.
“Fuckkk, is he going to get up now? What the actual fuck. Did I do something wrong. What now?” A thousand thoughts flooded his mind.
Dylan wrapped Spencer’s long, muscular arm around his shoulder just so his hand would end up right over his right nipple. He took a deep breath and nonchalantly pressed spencer’s fingertips down to his nipple before returning back to the throbbing dick under the throw.
This time, instead of playing with the tip, he went right for the base. He was eager to make that discovery, and it did not disappoint, to say the least.
That thing was about 8 inches and girthy af. Something that one would expect from a strong Italian boy. Dylan wanted to throw his petite little ass onto it and drain that hung boy for all that he’s got. But he knew it wasn’t the right moment yet.
He whispered in Spencer's ear, "You're as big as I expected you to be," as he gently released the giant pulsating cock from his grip.
“I’m going to crash now, guys”, he said as he got up while adjusting his joggers to hide his adorable little boner.
“Night”
