Tempting the Straight: A Game of Seduction with My Attractive Friends

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 1

I'm Noah, a 22-year-old certified nursing assistant at Hopeful Horizon, a bustling nursing home in the heart of vibrant Miami, Florida. With my firm, 5'11" athletic build and hazel eyes that shift between shades of green and brown, I'm always ready to do whatever, especially among my friends. While I embrace my identity as a bisexual man, I keep it under wraps, sharing this part of myself with no one—yet. I guess you could say I'm on the down low.

My coworkers and good friends, Asher and Ethan, are an inseparable duo. Asher, also 22, has a striking figure with his sandy blonde faux hawk and chiseled body that speaks of his active lifestyle. His captivating amber eyes are full of warmth and mischief, and an undeniable charm about him draws people in. Ethan, 21, moved to Miami from Seattle to stay with Asher after facing tough times. He’s lean and athletic, with deep chestnut hair and captivating blue eyes that radiate warmth. Their connection is really strong; they call each other brothers, showing how deep their friendship is and how much they support each other.

Okay, Let's get straight to the exciting parts. Naturally, we've caught glimpses of each other naked while at the gym, so I was aware of what they were working with.

It was just another day at the gym. The three of us—Asher, Ethan, and me—laughed and joked around as we wrapped up our workout. The atmosphere was light, filled with playful banter and the occasional friendly competition. We were all comfortable with each other.

After an intense workout, we figured we’d cool off in the locker room instead of heading home like usual. I suggested we shower since we planned to hit the mall right after. Asher and Ethan were totally down for it, saying, “Okay, bet!” They jumped in first, and we couldn’t help but crack up when Ethan and I saw Asher doing the helicopter move with his beautiful circumcised cock.

Asher's dick is a thick and juicy masterpiece that commands attention wherever he goes. The shaft is long and girthy, with a subtle upward curve. Measuring an impressive seven and a half inches, it's the perfect size for a man who knows how to satisfy. The head is broad and meaty, crowned with a delicate ridge that begs to be stroked and teased.

Ethan couldn’t resist joining in on the fun, dropping his towel. He hopped in right after Asher, laughing and trying to outdo him with his own silly, seductive moves. The two of them were splashing water everywhere and making a whole scene. I stood by the entrance, shaking my head with a grin, enjoying both cocks flopping around.

Looking at Ethan's circumcised penis was an amusement, a work of art - sleek and elegant yet undeniably powerful. His shaft is long and slender, and he may have hair over seven inches. Ethan's cockhead is perfectly formed, a plump and succulent mushroom cap, and is the epitome of sensuality, resting delicately atop a canvas of silky smooth skin.

“Come on, Noah! Don’t just stand there!” Asher blurted out while water was slanging off the tip of his dick. “Get in here so we can hurry up and go!”

I hesitated for a second, but the fun vibe was contagious, and you know, I wanted to join in. I dropped my towel and stepped in; as soon as I did, Ethan turned the showerhead toward me, totally soaking me. “Hey!” I shouted, laughing as I tried to dodge the water.

"Now you're in!" Ethan said with a grin, looking completely unfazed. Asher laughed, and now all three of us were in the showers, with our laughter bouncing off the tiled walls. It felt like something out of a movie—just three friends enjoying life and each other's company, forgetting about everything else. I really couldn't help but admire their big cocks without them noticing.

As we continued to splash around in the shower, I noticed Asher staring intently at my uncircumcised cock. "Damn, Noah, I didn't know you were uncut," he said, his voice tinged with surprise and curiosity.

My black uncut cock is a sight to behold, an irresistible treat. It is thick and meaty, with a substantial girth that promises a satisfying and fulfilling experience. The shaft is quite lengthy, extending to a generous seven inches, and it possesses a tantalizing curve to the right, adding excitement and enhancing pleasure.

I shot him a playful glare, trying to cover up the slight embarrassment creeping onto my face. "Bro, stop looking at my dick," I teased, trying to deflect attention from my anatomy.

Ethan chimed in, chuckling. "We've seen each other booty ass naked plenty of times, bro." The comment sparked laughter among us, and we quickly moved past the awkward moment, so nothing happened after that.

Oh, we've had our share of playful moments! I remember that time we were all commando in our basketball shorts while on vacation. I was lying on my phone at the foot of one of our hotel room beds. Asher was telling us about a girl he banged the other night, with Ethan standing next to him.

Listening to Asher's vivid story, my mind wanders as he describes the intimate details of his encounter. As he speaks, I can't help but let my gaze drift down to the bulge in their basketball shorts.

"So, Noah," Ethan says, facing me directly, "I bet you're wishing you were in Asher's place right now, huh? Getting your dick wet with that one bitch?"

He waggles his eyebrows suggestively before groping himself through the fabric of his shorts. "I know I'd fuck her senseless," Ethan claims. He squeezes his bulge, letting out a soft grunt of pleasure. "She'd be screaming my name, begging for more."

Asher chuckles, high-fiving Ethan's suggestion. "Damn right, bro. We’ll make that slut forget her name" He smirks, clearly enjoying the banter.

Asher and Ethan saunter over to me, grinning mischievously. "Alright, Noah, let's show you exactly how we'd wreck that bitch," Asher says, his playful low and husky voice.

Asher lifts my left leg without warning, pressing his muscular frame against my side. "Watch closely," he purrs into my ear, "this is how you make a woman forget her own name."

At the exact moment, Ethan positions himself on the other side of me, caging me in. The two of them begin to grind against me, dry humping me in a sensual, teasing rhythm.

Their cocks, straining against the confines of their shorts, throb against my thighs as they rock back and forth. The friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body, with them playfully groaning softly.

Asher and Ethan continue their lewd display, tracing fingers lightly down my chest as they rut against me shamelessly. Their hot breaths fan across my ear as they pant and moan softly.

"You like this, don't you, bitch?" Ethan whispers huskily, his finger trailing lower, brushing over my nipple. "Feeling our hard dicks deep inside of you."

Asher leans in, nipping at my earlobe before growling, "We'd pound her so fucking hard, she wouldn't be able to walk straight for days." His hips buck harder against mine, the pressure making my dick semi-hard.

I burst out laughing, trying to sound indignant even as a thrill runs through me at their boldness. "Get the hell off me, you horn dogs!" I joke, attempting to hide the excitement building within me.

Despite my protests, I can feel my cock stiffening further, straining against my shorts. My breathing quickens, and I'm acutely aware of every inch of their bulges pressed against my thighs.

Asher and Ethan pull away, grinning wickedly as they watch me try to regain my composure. "Aw, come on, Noah, admit it bitch – you know we’ll have you leaking," Ethan teases, still playing around. "You're just too proud to admit you want our big, thick cocks pounding your tight ass pussy."

We all laugh heartily as the playful moment fades, snapping out of their little roleplay. For me, the sexual tension still lingered in the air, but we're back to our usual selves.

"Alright, enough fooling around," Asher says, stretching languidly. "Let's get dressed and head out for some grub. I'm starving!"

We then broke apart and quickly changed into our more formal attire. You couldn't deny that we looked great. Our vacation was absolutely fantastic, and we had the time of our lives.

Now that you know a little about our friendship, let me tell you about the time I seduced my attractive straight friends. Asher and Ethan decided to throw a party at their condo, inviting a few friends and coworkers to unwind after a long week.

I walk into the condo, holding a bottle of tequila. I am wearing casual shorts and a fitted tank top that showcases my toned physique. The atmosphere is lively, with coworkers and friends mingling and chatting over drinks and music.

Asher and Ethan greet me with smiles and fist bumps. "Yo, Noah! I'm glad you could make it," Asher says, clinking glasses with me before taking a shot. We're just getting this party started."

"Yeah, we're about to turn up!" Ethan agrees, playfully slapping and lightly gripping my butt as I pass him. "Tighten that fat ass up, Noah!"

As the night wore on and the liquor flowed freely, the energy in the condo grew more raucous. Laughter echoed through the rooms, punctuated by the thumping bass of the music. Asher challenged us to a friendly competition where we removed our shirts to show off our muscles and did push-ups to see who could do the most.

Ethan teases me about my fat ass again; Asher joins in the fun, jokingly shouting, "Yeah, Noah has a fat ass!" while pouring us more shots in the kitchen.

As the night spiraled into a frenzy of laughter, music, and drinks, I couldn't help but be drawn to Asher and Ethan’s captivating presence. They effortlessly commanded attention with their toned physiques, showcased so enticingly in those tight shorts.

Throughout the evening, we constantly teased and bantered with each other, our words laced with flirtation and playful innuendo. Every time I passed by, either Asher or Ethan reached out to give my firm rear a light slap, eliciting a mix of laughter and protests from my friends.

Hours ticked by, and everyone's energy began to wane. The initial excitement of the party slowly faded into exhaustion. One by one, the guests bid farewell, leaving only the three of us remaining.

Asher, clearly intoxicated, stumbled into his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, collapsing onto the bed with a loud groan. "Later, dudes," he mumbled, already half-asleep.

Ethan closed Asher's door and plopped on the couch beside me. Left alone, tipsy, Ethan stretches out on the couch, leaning over to me. “So, you remember the girl I was talking to at the last party, right?” Ethan asks, a sly grin spreading across his face. I shake my head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “Not really... I mean, you talked to a few of them.”Ethan chuckles, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“Well, let me show you her then.” He puts his arm around me and scrolls through his messages before stopping on an exceptionally provocative text thread.

The anticipation builds within me, a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

I can feel the heat radiating off Ethan, the closeness of our bodies making my skin tingle. When Ethan stops on a message from a girl, I can see his dick throbbing through his shorts.

The woman is completely nude in the video, her hand between her legs as she pleasured herself. “Oh, shit!” I gasp, my eyes wide with surprise and arousal. My cock twitches against my shorts at the sight, already starting to harden in response.

Without warning, Ethan pulls up another video on his phone—a Snap showing him smashing a girl. The sound of his masculine grunts fills the room, mingling with the hum of the TV in the background. My mouth goes dry as he watches, transfixed by the lewd display. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for Ethan's phone, wanting to look closer. “Wow... You're going at it,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. Ethan nods, his erection straining against his shorts now, “I fucked that bitch so hard.”

As I continued to watch the video, my breathing quickened, and my heart started to race. The sight of Ethan pleasuring fucking the hell out of this girl sent waves of desire coursing through my body. Unable to resist, I reached down to palm my hard cock through my shorts, letting out a soft moan.

As I place my other hand on Ethan's thigh, I can see the effect it has on him. His eyes flutter closed, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he arches into my touch. The bulge in his shorts grows more pronounced, and I can't help but wonder if he wants this to go further.

"Fuck, that's hot," I murmur, my voice low and husky with desire. I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over his ear as I trace patterns on his thigh with my fingertips.

Ethan's chest rises and falls rapidly, his pulse pounding beneath my palm. When he opens his eyes, they're dark with lust, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"I... I need..." he manages to say, his voice strained with want. I swallow hard, and my own need is to mirror his. "What do you need?" I ask softly, my thumb continuing its maddening circles on his thigh.

Ethan's gaze drops to my lips and then back up to meet my hazel eyes. "Touch me," he pleads as his arm around me brings our bodies closer. "Please..."

Without breaking eye contact, I slide my hand higher, my fingers brushing against the outline of his cock through his shorts. Ethan's breath hitches, his body tensing beneath my touch.

I give him a moment to adjust, savoring the feel of his hardness pressing against my palm. Then, with deliberate slowness, I untie his shorts and slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his smooth, thick, silky flesh.

"Oh fuck," Ethan groans, his head falling back against the couch as I start stroking him. I pull down Ethan's basketball shorts, revealing his thick, hard cock. It twitches in anticipation as I lean in, my tongue darting out to lick the salty pre-cum from the tip. "Damn, bro," he moans, his hips bucking slightly as I take him into my mouth.

I smirk around his shaft, enjoying the way he fills my mouth and throat. I bob my head up and down, my hand stroking what I can't fit in my mouth. Ethan grips my hair tightly, his breathing becoming more ragged with each passing second.

"You gonna make me cum?" he asks, his voice strained with need. "Sometimes it takes too long for me to get there."

I glance up at him, my hazel eyes watering slightly as I push myself further, taking him as deep as possible. Then, I release his cock with a wet pop and move down, lavishing attention on his heavy, swollen balls.

I wrap my lips around one of Ethan's balls, sucking gently as my tongue swirls around the sensitive sac. He lets out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking as I massage and tease the delicate flesh.

"Mmm, your balls are so juicy," I murmur against his skin, switching to the other ball and giving it equal attention. Ethan's fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I worship his package.

After thoroughly licking and sucking his balls, I sit back on my heels, my mouth still wet with his essence. Ethan looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of desperation.

"Please, Noah," he begs, reaching down to guide my head back to his cock. "I need you to finish me off."

I position myself between Ethan's spread legs, looking up at him with a mix of nervous excitement and determination. I suddenly lifted both of his legs and leaned in slowly, my warm breath ghosting over his tight virgin hole. Ethan's muscles tense, his fingers digging into my shoulders as if bracing for the unfamiliar sensation.

"It's okay, bro," I reassure him softly. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

With those words, I press my lips gently against his entrance, letting them linger for a moment before applying gentle suction. My tongue darts out, tracing the rim of his hole and probing delicately at the tight muscle.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Ethan lets out a soft moan, his hips flexing instinctively as I begin to work him open with my mouth. As I continued to lap at Ethan's hole, I could feel him gradually relaxing under my touch. His grip on my shoulders loosens, replaced by a gentle caress along my back.

"That feels amazing," Ethan whispers, his voice thick with longing. "Don't stop."

Emboldened by his encouragement, I increased the intensity of my efforts. I slide my hands under his thighs, lifting his legs higher to grant me better access. My tongue delves more profoundly, exploring his inner walls' silky heat.

Ethan's moans grow louder, his body trembling with pleasure as I work him over. The sounds of slurping and sucking fill the room, mingling with our shared breaths and sighs.

As I continue to eat him out, Ethan's confession sends a jolt through me, my mind reeling at the realization that this is his first time engaging in anal play, let alone full-on sex. But instead of pulling away, I double down on my efforts, determined to bring him to new heights of pleasure.

"I've never been fucked before," Ethan admits, his voice barely above a whisper. I pause for a moment, processing this revelation, before resuming my oral assault on his hole.

My tongue plunges deeper, fucking into him with abandon as I lap at his inner walls. Ethan's cries of ecstasy echo through the room, spurring me on as I devour him like a starving man.

When I finally break away, panting and slick with saliva, I help Ethan shift onto his knees, presenting himself in a doggy-style pose. "Get on all fours, bro,"

Ethan eagerly assumes the position, his ass raised invitingly as he braces himself on all fours. I kneel behind him, admiring the view of his toned backside presented so perfectly for my pleasure.

Without hesitation, I dive back in, burying my face between his cheeks as I resume eating him out. My tongue traces the cleft of his ass, teasing his hole with feather-light touches before diving back in for another deep plunge.

Ethan rocks back against my face, his moans turning into desperate whimpers as I work him over. I reach around with one hand, grasping his leaking cock and stroking it in time with the thrusts of my tongue.

The taste of his musk mixed with the tangy flavor of his precum is intoxicating, fueling my hunger for him. “What the fuuuck,” he shouts in pleasure; I continue to lap at Ethan's hole, coating it liberally with my saliva as I work him open. His tight ring of muscle yields to my probing tongue, allowing me to delve deeper with each pass.

As I feast on his most intimate area, my free hand roams over his body, caressing his thighs and his stomach and eventually finding its way to his throbbing erection. I gather the pearly drops of precum that bead at the tip, using them as a lubricant as I stroke him in long, languid strokes.

Ethan's hips buck into my touch, torn between the dual sensations of my tongue buried in his ass and my hand pumping his shaft. His balls draw up tight, signaling his impending climax.

I redouble my efforts, alternating between lapping at his taint and flicking my tongue rapidly over his frenulum.

After thoroughly preparing Ethan's hole with my saliva, I line up my uncut cock, the swollen head pressing insistently against his tight entrance. With a gentle push, I ease myself into him, inch by excruciating inch.

"Oh, fuck!" Ethan cries out, his back arching as he tries to accommodate my girth. "Dude, It's so fucking big!"

I pause, giving him a moment to adjust, my heart racing with a mixture of concern and anticipation. "Breathe, bro," I remind him, running my hands soothingly over his back and sides. "Relax and let your body accept me."

 

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Slowly, painstakingly, I continue to sink into his tight warmness, marveling at the exquisite pressure surrounding my sensitive, uncut flesh. By the time I'm fully sheathed, we're both panting with exertion and overwhelming sensation.

I pause again, savoring the incredible feeling of being inside him for the first time. His cry of surprise and discomfort makes me wince, and I immediately start to move, easing myself in and out of his ass with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Shh, it's okay," I soothe, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my orgasm. "You're doing great. Just breathe through it."

I continue to rock into him, gradually picking up speed as Ethan's body begins to adjust to the intrusion. His inner walls flutter and squeeze around my cock, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groan, my hips snapping forward in a series of quick, shallow thrusts.

My hips slammed into him with renewed vigor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our escalating moans and grunts of pleasure. “I have a dick in my ass,” Ethan utter in disbelief.

"You want me to stop," I asked, Ethan's fingers scrabbling at the sheets as he braced himself against the relentless pounding of my cock. "Don't stop, please don't stop!”

I can feel my own release building, the indicative tightening in my loins, warning me of the impending explosion. Determined to bring Ethan to the same pinnacle of ecstasy, I reach around, my fingers seeking out his weeping erection.

Wrapping my fingers around Ethan's thick shaft, I pump him in time with the powerful thrusts of my hips, my palm twisting and squeezing as I stroke him from base to tip. His cock pulses in my grip, leaking copious amounts of precum that I use to slick my path.

"That's it," I pant, my own breathing growing ragged as I near the brink of no return. "Damn, bro, I’m about to cum inside of you."

My words seem to spur Ethan onward, his entire body tensing as he nears his peak. His inner muscles clamp down around my pistoning cock, the added friction threatening to send me hurtling over the edge prematurely.

I help Ethan arch his back, pushing his ass up higher as I pound into him relentlessly. The force of each thrust sends shockwaves through his body. "Ah, fuck yes!" I exclaim, my hips stuttering as Ethan's words hit home. "Give it to me, bro!"

Ethan moans loudly as my cock throbs and pulses inside him, and I unleash a torrent of hot cum deep inside his clenching virgin hole. "FUCK YES! Oh god, bro!" I cry out, my fingers digging into his hips, holding him in place as I ride out the waves of my intense orgasm.

Once I've finished spilling my load, I carefully withdraw my softening cock from Ethan's well-fucked hole, taking a moment to admire the sight of my cum oozing out of him. Knowing I've left my mark on him, a possessive thrill runs through me.

Without hesitation, I flip Ethan onto his back, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I position myself between his spread legs. Leaning in, I capture one of his balls in my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while my other hand grips his shaft.

Ethan lets out a strangled groan as my warm mouth engulfs his sensitive cockhead. The combination of the gentle suction and my skilled tongue sends jolts of pleasure shooting through his body.

"Holy shit, Noah...suck that dick," Ethan pants, his hands instinctively tangling in my hair. He rocks his hips slightly, pushing his dick deeper into the wet heat of my throat.

I take him further, relaxing my throat to accommodate Ethan's girth. His eyes roll back in his head as he feels my nose brush against his pubic bone, signaling I'm taking him all the way down. The sensation is incredible, and Ethan knows he won't last long under my expert ministrations.

"Your dick is amazing, Ethan," I murmur against his shaft, my voice muffled by the flesh in my mouth. ”So big and hard, just perfect bro.”

"Are so close, Ethan," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. ”Fuck, yes,” he responds, feeling his cock throbbing in my mouth, giving confirmation he's about to explode. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the intense sensation that's about to follow.

Ethan's control snaps as my talented mouth works its magic on his throbbing cock. With a guttural growl, he grips my hair tighter and starts to thrust in earnest, fucking my face with desperate urgency.

"That's it, bro...take it all...fuck yeah!" Ethan chants, his voice raw with need. The sight of my lips stretched taut around his girth, my throat constricting with each bob of my head, is almost too much for Ethan to handle.

Suddenly, Ethan's orgasm hits like a freight train, his balls drawing up tight as he unleashes a cascade of cum directly down my eager throat. He roars my name, his hips bucking wildly as he paints the back of my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky semen.

"Bro...oh fuck, Noah!”

Ethan's mind reels as I show no signs of stopping, even as his spent cock continues to leak precum. He tries to tug his arms free, but my grip is unyielding, leaving him helpless and at my mercy.

"Please, Noah...stop...I can't..." Ethan pleads, his voice cracking with exhaustion and desperation. But I just smirked against his shaft, clearly enjoying the power dynamic.

Despite himself, Ethan finds his arousal reigniting, his cock twitching and hardening once more under Noah's persistent oral attentions. He gasps and writhes beneath Noah, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the humiliation of being so thoroughly dominated.

"Noah, you're going to make me...fuck, I don't know if I can..." Ethan warns, his hips involuntarily lifting to meet Noah's mouth.

Ethan's words dissolve into a string of incoherent moans as I redouble my efforts, sucking and licking with an intensity that borders on vicious. Ethan's cock pulses in time with his racing heartbeat, the dual sensations of pleasure and pain driving him closer to the brink.

"Bro, wait...I'm gonna...oh god, I'm gonna fucking cum again!" Ethan cries out, his body tensing like a coiled spring. But I don't relent, instead increasing the pressure of his lips and tongue until Ethan is teetering on the very edge of climax.

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Ethan surrenders to the inevitable, his cock erupting in a series of powerful spurts that paint my face and mouth with thick ropes of cum.

As the aftershocks of his orgasm fade, Ethan collapses back onto the couch, utterly spent and drained. His chest heaves with ragged breaths as he stares up at the ceiling, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that just overtook him.

After a moment, Ethan turns his gaze to me, who is still seated between his thighs, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. A flush of embarrassment colors Ethan's cheeks as he realizes the state he's in – cum smeared across his abdomen, his cock softening but still sticky with residue, and my mouth and chin glistening with the evidence of his orgasm.

"Wow," Ethan manages to choke out, his voice hoarse from exertion. "That was...intense." I chuckle, running a hand through my messy hair. "Did that feel alright?" Ethan manages a weak laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Bro, you suck dick better than anybody I know."

I blush a little, and then Ethan burst into laughter as he takes in the sight of my cum-splattered face, unable to resist the absurdity of the moment. "Oh man, look at you! You look like you just dove into a pie fight!"

Giggling uncontrollably, Ethan pats the empty space beside him on the couch. "You look good like this, ya know," he teases, affectionately reaching out to ruffle my damp hair. “Whatever, bro,” I say with a smirk as I rummage through the coffee table drawers until I find a pack of wet wipes to wipe the remaining streaks of cum on my face.

Once I settle in beside him, a sheepish grin spreads across Ethan's face as he glances down at his sticky abdomen. "Damn, guess I should clean up too before Asher wakes up,” Ethan chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs the wet wipes and begins to wipe himself off.

The sound of Asher’s bedroom door creaking open startles us. Ethan and I exchange a frightened glance, both of us scrambling to cover ourselves with pillows as Asher stumbles into the living room with only his boxers on, clearly still half-drunk from earlier.

Ethan's heart pounds in his chest as he watches Asher weave towards us, praying that his friend doesn't notice anything amiss. He holds his breath, frozen in place, as Asher fumbles with the light switch, finally managing to flip it on and illuminate the space.

To Ethan's immense relief, Asher seems oblivious to the compromising situation, instead focusing on making his way to the bathroom. "Ugh, gotta pee so bad..." he mumbles, stumbling past the couch without sparing a second glance in our direction.

As soon as Asher disappears behind the closed bathroom door, Ethan lets out a shaky exhale, his body relaxing marginally. He shoots me a relieved smile, his lips twitching with barely contained laughter. "Close call, huh?"

Ethan decides it's best to make himself scarce before Asher emerges from the bathroom, not wanting to risk another close encounter. He rises from the couch, stretching languidly as he makes his way toward the hallway.

"Think I'm gonna hit the hay, man. You good here?" Ethan asks me over his shoulder, pausing just long enough to catch a glimpse of my expression.

Receiving a nod of understanding, Ethan continues on his way, pausing briefly outside Asher's bedroom door to listen for any signs of movement within. Satisfied that Asher is still occupied, he slips into his room, softly closing the door behind him.

Asher stumbles out of the bathroom, flicking off the light as he makes his way back to his bedroom. In the dim hallway glow, he notices me sitting on the couch, still clad in nothing but a pillow. A drunken giggle escapes Asher's lips as he takes in the sight before him.

"Hey, Ash!"

To be continued…

 

[fbneros]

Fuck! This was hot!

 

[fbneros]

I loved it! More please!

 

[MastiffNutz]

I loved it! More please!

Coming soon

 

[Condiment]

What a scene! Good writer, fantastic story, great characters. Looking forward for more of this hot play.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 2

"Oh, hey, bro!" Asher slurs, swaying slightly as he approaches the couch. "Party's over; time for sleepytime, yeah?" He plops down heavily beside me, not seeming to notice or care about my state of undress.

Asher reaches over to pat my knee affectionately, his hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "You good, man? You crashing here tonight?" he asks, his words slurring together as the alcohol continues to cloud his judgment.

I hesitantly pull away the pillow, revealing my bare form to Asher's now vigilant gaze. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a wide grin spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of my naked body.

"Whoa, Noah! Why are you naked, bro?" Asher exclaims, his laughter echoing through the quiet condo. "You trying to give me a little peep show?"

I blush deeply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability under Asher's amused scrutiny. "Uh, no... I just kinda ended up like this," I stammer, instinctively crossing my arms over my chest in a futile attempt to hide my exposed skin.

Asher leans back against the cushions, eyeing me with an almost predatory glint. "Well, you need to put on some clothes, dude," he says with a playful tone.

"Sorry, bro, I'll grab my shorts," I say sheepishly, attempting to stand up from the couch. However, in my haste, my bare rear end loses balance and lands squarely on top of Asher, who's still wearing only his boxers.

"Ahhh, woah bro, you okay?" Asher asks in surprise, his hands reflexively gripping my hips to steady me.

The sudden contact sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I can't help but let out a soft gasp. As I look back over my shoulder, I feel a growing awareness of Asher's hardness pressing firmly against the crevice of my ass.

"Yeah, I'm good," I reply, my voice catching slightly as I slowly rise from Asher's lap. As I lift off, I inadvertently grind my naked butt back against him, savoring the sensation of his thick, upward-curved cock sliding against my asshole.

Asher lets out a low groan, his grip on my hips tightening as he rocks his hips upward, seeking more friction against my heated skin. "Fuck, Noah..." he breathes out, his eyelids growing heavy with lust.

Asher's hands slide down to grasp my thighs, gently pushing me off him as he tries to regain control over his raging desires. "Noah, please... Put some clothes on, bro," he pleads, his voice strained with the effort of resisting temptation.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, noticing the way his boxers strain against his erection, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what that might feel like inside me.

Despite Asher's words, I make no move to cover myself, instead leaning back against him and bracing a hand on the couch for support. The position presses my ass more firmly against his groin, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan as I feel him throb against my skin.

Asher's plea turns into a husky whisper in my ear, his hot breath sending me chills. "Please, Noah... Don't tease me like this," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seduction.

As he speaks, I feel a dampness seeping through the thin fabric of his boxers, evidence of the precum leaking from his straining cock. The sensation of it rubbing against my asshole makes my arousal spike, and I have to suppress a whimper.

"I don't want to hurt you, bro," Asher continues, his fingers digging lightly into my thighs as if to remind himself to hold back. "But fuck, your ass is fat."

Asher's confession hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of his internal struggle. "I know I'm straight, Noah... And I shouldn't even be thinking about this, let alone touching you," he says, his voice laced with self-loathing.

Yet, despite his words, Asher's hands continue to roam over my skin, tracing the curves of my ass and thighs with a hunger that belies his claims of heterosexuality. His cock twitches against me, leaving a trail of slick precum in its wake.

"This shit feels so good, bro... I can't resist," Asher admits, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "And God help me, but I want to bury my cock in that perfect ass of yours."

Asher's eyes widen in shock as I spread my ass cheeks, exposing the tight pucker of my anus. Without warning, I press down, guiding the tip of his cockhead past the initial resistance and into my welcoming, warm hole.

A guttural groan escapes Asher's lips as the head of his dick pops inside, his body tensing up at the incredible sensation of my tight asshole gripping his sensitive tip through the fabric of his boxers. His eyes roll back, a look of pure ecstasy washing over his features.

"Oh fuck, Noah... Your ass is squeezing my dick so damn tight," Asher gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tries to thrust deeper. Despite the barrier of his clothing, the pressure and heat of my anal passage send waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Asher's body goes limp, his back arching as I carefully withdraw his cockhead from my clenching hole. He looks up at me with glazed, lust-filled amber eyes, panting heavily as I kneel between his spread legs.

Without hesitation, I reach for the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down his muscular thighs to free his throbbing erection. Asher's cock springs forth, thick and veiny, the engorged head glistening with precum.

"Fuck, look at that beast," I murmur, wrapping my hand around his impressive length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Asher shudders beneath my touch, his abs contracting as he watches me with rapt attention.

Asher's chest rises and falls rapidly as I lavish attention on his torso, my tongue dancing across the defined ridges of his abdomen, then upward to explore the sculpted planes of his chest. I circle each nipple with the flat of my tongue before drawing the sensitive buds into my mouth, suckling gently until they pebble and stiffen under my ministrations.

"Mmm, yeah... Just like that," Asher groans, his head falling back as he surrenders to the sensations. His large hands come up to tangle in my hair, holding me close as I continue my oral exploration of his skin.

I trail kisses along the substantial column of his throat, nipping lightly at the pulse point before soothing the sting with my tongue. Asher's breathing grows heavier, his cock twitching in my grip as he loses himself in the pleasure I'm providing.

Our eyes lock, a silent battle of wills playing out between us. Asher's gaze flickers between my lips and my eyes, his perseverance wavering as the sexual tension builds to a fever pitch.

He pulls away, battling with his thoughts. Surprisingly, Asher suddenly closes the distance, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It's messy and desperate, our tongues tangling as we pour months of pent-up desire into the heated embrace.

Asher's hands slide down my back, gripping my ass possessively as he pulls me closer. I moan into his mouth, grinding my hips against his in a slow, sensual rhythm. His cock throbs between us, trapped against my stomach, the evidence of his arousal evident. We break apart, both panting heavily as we stare at each other with hooded eyes.

Asher's thick, juicy cock springs free from my grasp, the impressive length and girth commanding my full attention. I lean in, my tongue darting out to lap at the broad, meaty head, savoring the salty taste of his arousal.

His cock twitches in response, the delicate ridge at the crown begging to be stroked and teased. I wrap my lips around the tip, sucking gently as I explore the contours of his circumcision with my tongue. Asher's hands fist in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper into my mouth.

I bob my head slowly, relishing the weight and warmth of his cock on my tongue. My lips glide along the substantial length, leaving trails of saliva to lubricate his journey down my throat.

Asher's grip on my hair tightens as I take him deeper, his breath hitching with each bob of my head. "Oh fuck, just like that," he groans, his hips rocking slightly to meet my movements.

I double my efforts, my slurping and gagging filling the room as I worship his impressive cock. Saliva drips down my chin, coating his balls and inner thighs as I lose myself in the act of pleasing him.

"Shit, your mouth feels so good," Asher pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "Don't stop; keep going just like that."

I glance up at him through my lashes, relishing the sight of him lost in ecstasy, his head thrown back and his abs clenched tight. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as I swirl my tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

As I climb back onto Asher, straddling his hips, the anticipation is palpable. I position his thick cock at my entrance, rubbing the swollen head against my slick folds, teasing him with the promise of what's to come.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I sink down onto his shaft, taking him inch by delicious inch. Asher's eyes roll back in bliss as he's enveloped by my tight heat, his hands coming up to grip my hips firmly.

"Oh, shit, that feels incredible," he gasps, his fingers digging into my flesh as he adjusts to my snug fit. "So fucking tight."

I begin to rock my hips, setting a steady rhythm as I ride him cowgirl style. Each downward stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, Asher's girth stretching me in all the right ways.

Asher's hands roam my body, finding my pert nipples and pulling them into his mouth. He suckles and nips at the sensitive buds, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I continue to ride him with increasing passion, my inner walls clenching around his thick cock as I chase my climax. Asher's skilled mouth on my nipples only heightens my arousal, making me grind harder on his lap.

"Mmm, yeah, just like that," I moan, my breasts spilling from his lips as he releases them. "Your mouth feels amazing."

I lean back, bracing my hands on his chest as I pick up the pace, my hips moving in swift, shallow circles. The friction builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter within me.

"Alright, I'm going to edge you, so let me know when you're almost about to cum" I whispered seductively while riding him in the cowgirl position. His eyes closed, and his head tilted back, shouting, "Okay, damn, you're so tight!"

He groans deeply, “Oh fuck, Noah... ride that dick.” Now, gripping my hips tightly, guiding me to bounce on his juicy cock. “Keep going just like that, bro...” his voice is strained with pleasure, struggling to maintain control as I ride him skillfully.

Asher whimpers in frustration as I abruptly stop, leaving him on the brink of orgasm. “Fuck, bro! That's not fair,” he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. “Please, let me cum, “ Asher begs, then grips my thighs harder, urging me to continue. “Please, ride this dick... I want to cum inside you.”

He grunts loudly as I resume bouncing on his lap, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. “Yes, Noah! Just like that... ride me harder!” he cries out, skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Damn, bro, I think I'm gonna- Ahh, f-fuck!” Asher throws his head back with a guttural cry as he reaches climax, spilling his hot seed deep inside me.

“You weren't supposed to cum yet,” I say with a mischievous grin. Asher gasps sharply as I continue riding him through his intense orgasm, overstimulated and sensitive. “Oh god, oh fuck” he squirms beneath me, his hard cock twitching inside me with each relentless thrust.

“Oh bro, please.” Asher’s face contorts between pleasure and pain, his hands flying to my hips to try and slow me down. “I can't take anymore; I'm too sensitive,” he whines weakly, wholly spent and overwhelmed by the intensity of his release.

Desperate and helpless, Asher tries to pry me off him, so I pin his hands down behind his head. “Oh shit, fuck Noah! Please, I can't take it, bro!” he pleads.

He laughs breathlessly between moans, his voice cracking with a mix of pain and perverse pleasure. “F-fuck, Noah... What are you doing to me” he gasps, his hips involuntarily bucking to meet each punishing thrust “Goddamn, it feels so good” Asher’s words are laced with a dark enjoyment, his body betraying him even as his mind screams for mercy.

Tightening my internal muscles around Asher’s cock, milking it with deliberate intent. “Mmm, yeah... keep going, bro.” he urges, his tone a husky purr of twisted delight. “Show me what that big dick can do,” I moan, and my eyes glaze over with lust, lost in the unbearable ecstasy of being fucked by my straight friend.

My moans turned to sharp gasps as I came close to orgasm once more. "Fuck, Asher... I'm close," I warned, with my voice ragged with need. "Gonna make you cum with me this time."

Asher, still recovering from his previous orgasm, let out a desperate whimper. "N-no, wait... I'm right there too, bro..." His hips jerked erratically, trying to prolong the inevitable as his balls drew up tight.

But it was too late. With a hoarse cry, Asher's perfect cock pulsed violently inside me, painting my insides with another torrent of hot cum.

As Asher's second powerful orgasm overtook him, my climax swiftly followed suit. "Oh god, oh fuck, yes!" I screamed, my head thrown back in pure bliss. "Noah! Fuck, yes!" Asher roared, ducking just in time to avoid the deluge of thick semen erupting from my uncut cock, coating Asher's torso in a sticky layer of white.

Each pulse sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins, making me tremble and shake beneath Asher's grip. "Fuuuck, I can feel you throbbing inside me," I gasped, my voice raw and breathless. "Stretching me, filling me up so deep... Ahh, thank you, bro!"

My body spasmed wildly against Asher's, and his back arched sharply as aftershocks of pleasure rocked through him. My cock gave a few final twitches, squeezing out the last drops of cum onto Asher's abs before finally going limp.

"Ungh... holy shit," I panted, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. Asher’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the lingering echoes of his intense climax. When he opened them again, they were glazed with post-orgasmic haze, his expression dazed and thoroughly satisfied.

Asher stared down at me, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief etched on his face. For a long moment, neither of us moved; our bodies were intimately connected.

Finally, Asher's gaze softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Damn, Noah," he said, his voice low and husky. "That was... amazing."

My cheeks flushed a deep red, a sheepish grin spreading across my face. "Sorry if I got a little rough there, Ash," I apologized, my hands moving tentatively to steady myself against Asher's chest. "I guess I just lost control for a second."

Asher chuckled; the sound was rich and full of amusement. "Lost control? Bro, you nearly fucked me senseless." Asher's laughter filled the room, a warm, infectious sound that drew a matching chuckle from me. The tension between us dissipated, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie born of shared pleasure and trust.

"You're such a mess, Asher," I teased, while my fingers lightly tracing the trail of cum streaking down his beautiful abs. "Get off me and clean this up before it dries," Asher commanded in a playful tone.

I rolled my eyes, but with a smirk, I slowly disengaged from Asher's still-hard cock. "Fine, fine," I agreed, swaying slightly on unsteady legs to look for something to clean him off.

I returned to the living room with a damp washcloth in hand. “Damn, did you take a Blue Chew or something” with a sly grin on my face. "Looks like someone's still feeling frisky," I tease him after noticing his upward-curved cock, still rigid and straining against his belly.

Asher's eyebrows shot up, a flush creeping onto his cheeks at the suggestive tone in my voice. "Hey, what can I say?" he defended with a shrug, trying to play it cool. "You just worked me over pretty good, bro."

I laughed, the sound warm and inviting. "Is that so?" I gently dabbed at the cum staining Asher's abs, wiping away the remnants of our intimate encounter. "Fair point, fair point," I conceded, settling back onto the couch beside Asher.

Asher reached for the remote, flipping through channels until he found a late-night comedy special that seemed to please me. As the familiar laugh track filled the room, Asher draped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close in a gesture of affection and companionship.

"You know, you're welcome to crash here tonight if you want to," Asher offered, his voice gentle and sincere. "We've got plenty of space, and I'm sure Ethan won't mind."

I smiled gratefully, leaning into Asher's embrace. "Thanks, man. That's really kind of you." A sly smirk played across my lips as memories of fucking Ethan and making him cum while Asher was asleep earlier.

"Goodnight, Noah," Asher's words trailed off as he wobbled on unsteady legs, the force of his multiple orgasms leaving him temporarily weak-kneed. He managed a final, tired smile for me before making his way back to his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

I crashed on the couch that night since I was the last to go to sleep. Asher and Ethan were already awake before I woke up. Breakfast had already been delivered to us, the aroma of pancakes and bacon wafting through the air.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, feeling the soft fabric of the couch beneath me. “Good morning, Noah,” Ethan said with a smile, his voice warm and inviting. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden hue across the room, and I couldn't help but return his grin.

“Did you sleep well?” Asher asked, handing me a steaming mug of coffee, its rich aroma filling the air. I took a sip, savoring the warmth, and glanced around, realizing that today felt different, as if it held the promise of something new.

A few weeks passed, and I felt that everything had returned to normal. However, I could tell that they remembered what happened because they didn't engage in the playful butt slapping and teasing as they used to. Perhaps they were feeling a bit ashamed deep down.

We were still hanging out a lot because we were indeed tight. One night, after hitting up a club, Ethan and Asher came over to my place. They were really keen to smoke some weed. I wasn't into smoking, and they only did it once in a while. But since they really wanted to get high, I had to hit up an old buddy, Jason, who I hadn't talked to in a while.

Jason is unpredictable and impulsive, often acting without considering the consequences. He is optimistic, easily provoked, yet always eager for entertainment and new ventures. While he can be a risk, he is also courageous and unwaveringly devoted, constantly prepared to protect and stand by his friends without hesitation.

Back in high school, Jason was a star wide receiver on the football team. We used to be super tight, but our different paths in life have led us to grow apart a little. These days, Jason is into dealing drugs and has a four-year-old little boy.

“What’s up, Jason?” I exclaim on the phone with enthusiasm, genuinely excited to catch up with my old friend. I was wondering if you have any weed on you. I have some friends with me that have been craving some good weed, and I know you always have the best stuff around."

"Yo, Noah! Long time no see, bro!" I envision Jason's face lighting up with a bright, toothy grin at the sound of my voice. I got plenty of that good green, trust me," Jason said excitedly. Just tell me how much you need, and I'll hook you up. And who are these friends of yours? I hope they're cool people."

"Oh yeah, don't worry about that. My boys Asher and Ethan are chill as fuck. We've been kickin' it for a minute now. Just swing by my crib whenever you get a chance, and bring that fire with you. We'll make sure to show you a good time."

 

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I could hear Jason's infectious laughter through the phone. "Aight, bet. I'll be there in an hour. Oh, and tell those homies of yours that J-Money will take real good care of 'em tonight!"

As I hung up, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Jason always knew how to turn up, and with him bringing the goods, tonight was bound to be crazy. I quickly relayed the message to Asher and Ethan, letting them know the plan.

An hour later, I heard the familiar rumble of Jason's Trackhawk pulling up outside my apartment. I opened the door to find him leaning against the passenger side, a sly grin spreading across his face as he held up a pound of weed.

"Look at that, Noah, I brought the whole damn store!" Jason boasted, waving the stash in the air. "Your boys ready to party?"

I ushered him inside, where Asher and Ethan were lounging on the couch, eyeing the potent pot hungrily. "Y'all, this is Jason, an old friend. He's hooking us up tonight.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 3

Asher and Ethan's faces lit up at the introduction, their eyes immediately drawn to the massive bag of weed Jason carried. "Damn, that's a lot of bud!" Asher shouted, practically salivating. Ethan nodded eagerly, already bouncing with anticipation.

I gestured for everyone to follow me into the kitchen, where I grabbed a few bottles of liquor and some glasses. "Alright, let's get this night started, right," I said with a chuckle, pouring shots for each of us.

Meanwhile, Jason made himself comfortable on the living room couch, pulling out a rolling tray and starting to break down the massive bud into smaller, manageable pieces. The aromatic scent of freshly ground marijuana filled the air, making everyone's mouth water.

"Whoa, you weren't kidding about having the good stuff, J-Money," Ethan commented, taking a seat beside Jason and watching intently as he worked his magic with the weed. Asher plopped down on the other side, already knocking back his shot and slamming the glass on the coffee table.

I joined them, savoring the burn of the alcohol as it hit my throat. "Alright, where are the bitches at," Jason asked, grabbing a lighter from the end table.

"We left them all back at the club," I replied with a shrug while Jason took a long drag from the blunt before passing it to Asher. The sweet smoke filled the room, causing me to relax.

Jason pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts with a mischievous grin. "Nah, I got this. I'll call up a couple of my girls and have them come through. Trust me, they're fine as hell and always down to party."

He dialed a number and put the phone on speaker, waiting for someone to pick up. After a few rings, a sultry female voice answered. "Hey baby, what's up?" she purred.

"I need you and your girl to come through Noah's spot ASAP. We got a bunch of weed and liquor ready to turn up. Bring y'all fine asses over here."

Asher and Ethan's eyes widened with excitement at the mention of Jason bringing over girls. "Hell yeah, J-Money, you the man!" Asher cheered, passing the blunt back to Jason. Ethan just nodded vigorously, clearly stoked at the prospect of meeting these mysterious hoes.

Jason ended the call and tossed his phone aside, already puffing on the blunt again. "They're on their way. Shouldn't be too long now." He took another hit, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling slowly. "Man, it's gonna be a great night. You guys ready?"

About thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I jumped up to answer it, revealing two gorgeous women dressed kind of slutty. One had fiery red hair cascading down her back, while the other sported curly blonde hair. Both wore revealing dresses that hugged their curves perfectly.

"Come on in, ladies," I greeted them with a charming smile, stepping aside so they could enter. Asher and Ethan's jaws dropped open in awe as soon as they stepped into the living room. Jason just grinned, clearly proud of himself for delivering such stunning company.

The redhead sauntered over to Jason, draping herself across his lap. "Why haven't you called me lately, baby," she purred, running a finger down his chest.

Meanwhile, the blonde bitch made her way over to Asher and Ethan, who was still staring at her in disbelief. She flashed them a dazzling smile, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, looks like we've got some hungry wolves here," she teased, settling onto the couch between them.

Asher found his voice first, stuttering out an introduction. "I'm Asher, and this is Ethan. Nice to meet you..." He trailed off, unable to remember her name.

She giggled, playfully batting his arm. "I'm Tiffany, and that's my friend Raven." She nodded towards the redhead and snuggled up to Jason.

I headed back to the kitchen, pouring round after round of shots as the party continued to heat up. The music thumped louder, and laughter echoed throughout the apartment.

Just when things were getting heated, a loud knock at the door interrupted the festivities. Everyone paused, looking towards me curiously as I rose from my seat to answer it.

As I opened the door, however, my heart sank. Standing there was Raven's ex-boyfriend - a towering figure of pure menace. He pushed past me without a word, barging into the living room and straight for Raven.

"Raven! Get the fuck up!" he roared, grabbing her roughly by the arm and attempting to pull her off Jason's lap.

Without missing a beat, Jason sprang into action. From seemingly nowhere, he whipped out a Glock 19 pistol and pressed it against Raven's ex's temple. His free hand clamped around the man's throat, cutting off his air supply.

"You think you can just barge in here and disrespect us?" Jason growled, his voice low and deadly. "I don't give a fuck what you and Raven got going on. But you will show some damn respect, or you won't leave this motherfucker breathing."

The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the tense standoff. Even the music seemed to fade away as the reality of the situation sunk in. Jason's grip only tightened, his knuckles white with the force of his hold. The Glock remained firmly pressed against the man's skull, a chilling reminder of the consequences should he resist.

I rushed over to Jason, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. "Jase, man, let's not do anything crazy here," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "This ain't the way to handle this."

Jason's eyes never left Raven's ex's face, his jaw clenched tight. For a moment, I thought he might actually pull the trigger. But then, ever so slightly, he relaxed his grip.

"You better get the fuck out of here," Jason warned, his tone icy. "And if you ever step foot in here again, I won't hesitate to end you. We clear?"

The man nodded frantically, his face turning a mottled shade of purple. As soon as Jason released him, he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to escape.

After the tense confrontation, Asher and Ethan quickly gathered their belongings, exchanging uneasy glances as they hurried towards the exit. "We'll catch y'all later," Asher muttered, not making eye contact with anyone. Ethan simply nodded, following closely behind.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, I turned to the remaining guests, my expression stern. "Look, I appreciate you coming over and everything, but I think it's best if you two leave as well."

Raven pouted, clinging to Jason's arm. "But baby, I don't wanna leave you," she whined, her words slurring slightly from the alcohol.

Tiffany, however, seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. She grabbed Raven's hand, tugging her towards the exit. "C'mon, Raven. Let's go."

Jason watched the women depart, his posture rigid with tension. I could tell he was still fuming, but I knew he needed time to cool off.

"Hey, Jase," I said softly, approaching him cautiously. "Why don't you take a seat, and I'll pour you another shot, bro? Maybe that'll help calm your nerves."

He hesitated for a moment before nodding curtly. I guided him to the couch, handing him the glass of amber liquid. "Here you go. Drink up."

Jason downed the shot in one swift motion, slamming the glass onto the coffee table. "What the fuck was he thinking, Noah?" he snapped, fixing me with a glare.

I placed a reassuring hand on Jason's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Listen, Jase, I know you're upset, but you gotta work on controlling that temper of yours, man. It's not worth risking everything over some nobody."

Jason took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling heavily. Slowly, the tension began to seep out of his body, replaced by a sense of gratitude. "Thanks, Noah. I don't know what I'd do without you, bro."

I smiled, patting his shoulder once more. "You know I have your back, bro. Now, can we forget about that asshole?" Jason managed a weak chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "You're right. I'm good."

I grinned, remembering those carefree days. "Man, remember when we were in high school? You'd come over to my place almost every day after practice. We'd chill, watch movies, play video games...those were good times."

Jason's expression softened, a fond smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, I do. Your mom always cooked a hot meal for me. Damn, I miss that."

I laughed, shaking my head. "She spoiled you rotten, didn't she? Always fussing over you like you were her own son." I smirked, recalling our teenage antics.

"Speaking of those days, remember how we used to jerk off all the time when no one was home? Man, we did that shit like three times a week together!"

Jason barked out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Damn, you remember that! What were we, like fifteen? Fuck, those days were crazy."

I chuckled, feeling a familiar heat rise within me at the memory. "God, we were insatiable back then. Always horny as hell and ready to go at the drop of a hat."

Last I remember, Jason's dick is a generous 8 inches in length. His foreskin glides effortlessly over the glans, revealing and concealing his sensitive head. The color is a rich, deep mahogany shade, reflecting his exotic heritage.

He has veins that run along the shaft are prominent, adding an irresistible texture. The head is a plump, inviting dome crowned with a ridge that promises an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. When fully erect, it stands proudly, a testament to Jason's manliness and prowess.

Let me quickly share a throwback moment from when Jason and I were growing up. There was this one time when he went a little too far, but I didn't mind, even though I pretended to. I may have provoked him, but he definitely caught me off guard.

During a friendly jerk-off session, I’m laying on my bed, side by side with Jason, both engaged in our usual mutual masturbation without ever touching each other. Our eyes were glued to one of my older brother's straight porn DVDs, providing us with the necessary visual stimulation.
In a playful mood, I decided to slap Jason's dickhead lightly, causing him to flinch and glare at me.

I laughed it off, thinking nothing of it, but Jason's reaction was surprisingly impish. Suddenly, he grabbed me, flipping me onto my stomach with my head hanging over the bed. I tried to escape, but he was too strong for me.

His roughness was unrelenting as he slapped my ass aggressively. "I'm about to nut!" he groaned. I was confused and shocked, not expecting him to react to my harmless tease like this. "Hold up, wait... what?" I shouted in confusion.

Jason continued to stroke his hefty, plump, light-skinned cock, and soon enough, he came all over my tight little ass. "Fuck... there your punk ass go," he grunted. I felt his warm cum seeping between my cheeks as he hovered over me.

"Really, clean that shit up," I uttered, feeling ambivalent. He chuckled mischievously and used a wet wipe to clean me off. "You asshole," I blurted out playfully, getting up off the bed. "Whatever, bro," Jason laughed, clearly enjoying the power dynamic he had exemplified.

I turned off the DVD player, casting a glance at Jason's still semi-hard cock, glistening and seeping out leftover cum. The sight stirred something within me, a mix of fascination and curiosity.

Seemingly oblivious to the tension, Jason began putting on his boxers and jeans, leaving a trail of damp fabric in his wake.

As he zipped up his fly, I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. "So, uh, that was... interesting." My tone was casual, but my heart raced slightly, unsure how to process the unexpected turn of events.

Jason shot me a knowing smirk over his shoulder before heading out of the room. "I’ll see you tomorrow at school, bro," he says, and we never really talked over what occurred. The jerk-off sessions eventually stopped because he started hanging out with the wrong crowd after school.

"Man, we did some wild shit. I can't believe you actually flipped me over, and nutted on my ass back then!" I chuckled, bringing the moment, feeling a familiar heat rise within me at the memory.

Jason burst out laughing, his eyes widening in surprise. "Shit, you really remember that? I can't believe you brought that up!"

I grinned, leaning back against the couch cushions. "How could I forget? You surprised the hell out of me when you manhandled me like that."

Jason shook his head, still chuckling. "Man, we were young and dumb back then. But damn, that was a wild."

I nodded, my mind drifting back to the sensation of Jason's warm cum seeping between my cheeks. A sudden rush of arousal coursed through me, and I shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

"Yeah, we were wild alright," I agreed, my voice tinged with nostalgia. "But hey, I was a lot smaller back then, so it was easy for you to manhandle me like that."

Jason raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh yeah? And what's changed now?"

I chuckled, flexing my arms playfully. "Well, I've grown a bit since high school. I might be able to give you a run for your money if you try that shit again."

The air between us grew thick with tension, and I found myself staring into Jason's deep brown eyes, lost in the memories of our past encounters.

Jason let out a loud chuckle. "Oh, I don't know about that, bro. Just because you're a little bigger doesn't mean you can take me on."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Trust me, you can't handle me, bro. I will fold you."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, Jason's hands gripping my shoulder, pinning me down as he asserted his dominance once more. I couldn't help but imagine what he’d do to me.

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. "We'll see about that," I said, my voice coming out huskier than intended.

Without thinking, a surge of boldness washed over me. I lunged forward, grabbing Jason's muscular arms and attempting to wrestle him down onto the couch. "Let’s go motherfucker!" I shouted, fueled by a reckless desire to prove myself.

Of course, my efforts were futile. Even though I had put on some muscle since high school, Jason was still far stronger than me. With a playful grunt, he effortlessly flipped me onto my back, straddling my waist and pinning my arms above my head.

Jason loomed over me, a triumphant grin spreading across his chiseled features. "Told ya, bro," he said, easily shrugging off my grip, pinned beneath him on the couch. "You can't handle this."

Caught up in the moment, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips against Jason's in a bold, surprising kiss. My tongue darted out, teasing the seam of his mouth before I delved inside and explored the warm cavern.

Jason froze for a split second before reacting with a fierce intensity, his hands flying to my throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult. "Don't you ever fucking kiss me!" he snarled, his voice low and menacing.

Despite the threat, I managed to gasp out, "I can feel your big dick getting hard, Jason..." The admission hung in the air, heavy with implication. Underneath him, I squirmed, my own body responding to the proximity and aggression.

Jason's smirk widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he ground his hips down against mine. "Oh yeah? That's what you want?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.

In one swift motion, he yanked down his sweatpants, allowing his massive cock to spring free. It slapped against my cheek, the weight and size sending a jolt of excitement through me. Before I could react, Jason gripped the base of his shaft and slapped it across my face again, leaving a trail of precum on my skin.

"Open up, bitch," he commanded, forcing the thick head past my lips and into my mouth. He shoved himself deeper, stretching my jaw wide as he repeated, "That's what you want, isn't it?"

With a hand firmly planted on the back of my head, Jason began to thrust in and out of my mouth, forcing me to deep-throat him. Each push of his hips drove him further into my throat, making me gag and splutter around his girth.

"You like this big dick, huh?" he teased, his voice rough with arousal. He gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head back to expose my throat. "Suck it, bitch."

With a final shove, Jason pulled out of my mouth, his cock slick with saliva. He stood up, towering over me, and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. I watched, transfixed, as his chiseled physique was revealed inch by inch.

"Get on your knees, motherfucker," he barked, his voice commanding and dominant. Without hesitation, I scrambled to obey, dropping to my knees in front of him.

Jason loomed over me, his erection bobbing menacingly in front of my face. "Look at that pretty pink mouth," he sneered, running a finger along my lower lip. "It's made for sucking this dick, isn't it?"

Jason grabbed the back of my head and plunged his cock into my mouth, roughly face-fucking me. I felt the heat of his body, the musky scent of his arousal filling my nostrils as he pounded into me relentlessly.

Each brutal thrust forced his heavy balls to smack against my chin, the impact stinging and leaving a tingling sensation. I struggled to breathe around his girth, saliva dripping down my chin as he used me for his pleasure.

"Fuck, yeah, take it," Jason grunted, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. "This is what you wanted, ain't it? Choke on this dick"

Jason continued to ruthlessly piston his cock in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin with each savage thrust. I gagged and sputtered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intense face-fucking.

Through gritted teeth, he demanded, "You wanna get fucked, Noah? Tell me you need my dick inside you."

He pulled out suddenly, his thick ass cock bobbing in front of my face, coated in so much spit and precum. Jason grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, bending me over the armrest of the couch.

"Ass up, bitch," he growled, ripping off my shorts and giving my exposed cheeks a hard slap. "I'm gonna give you what you really crave."

I quickly spoke up, “Wait Jase, let me grab some lube.” I hurried to my bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation and a little fear. I rummaged through my dresser drawer until I found the bottle of lube, clutching it tightly in my hand.

As I turned around, I nearly collided with Jason's muscular chest. He had followed me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he backed me up against the wall.

"No running away," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "We're gonna finish what we started."

Jason snatched the lube from my hand and popped open the cap. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and reached around to press them against my entrance.

"Beg for it," he demanded, rubbing the slick digits teasingly over my hole. "Beg me to fuck you raw."

"Please, Jason, give it to me," I begged, my voice trembling with desire. "Fuck me, make me yours."

Jason's eyes flashed with triumph at my pleading tone. He spun me around and tossed me onto the bed, the mattress creaking under my sudden weight.

"I told you once before," he growled, looming over me, "Ass up, bitch."

Without waiting for a response, he grasped my hips and yanked me into position, my ass lifted high in the air. The cool air hit my exposed hole, making it clench involuntarily.

Jason rubbed the head of his cock against my tight asshole, applying pressure but not pushing inside just yet. "I’m gonna make you always remember this dick," he teased, his breath hot against my ear. "You're gonna feel every inch."

Jason pressed forward, slowly sinking his thick cock into my tight hole. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he stretched me open. “Bro, just take it easy on me,” my body instinctively resisting the intrusion. But Jason didn't stop, pushing deeper and deeper until his hips were flush against my ass.

 

[MastiffNutz]

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, giving my cheek a harsh spank. "Throw that ass back."

Withdrawing almost completely, Jason slammed back into me, setting a brutal pace. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with our labored breaths and moans of pleasure.

"Take it, bitch," Jason grunted, one hand gripping my hip bruisingly tight while the other reached around to stroke my aching cock in time with his thrusts. "That’s what talking about, take this dick."

"Jase, please...go slower," I panted, my body still adjusting to the relentless pounding. Despite my plea, Jason only increased his tempo, the force of his thrusts jarring my entire frame.

"Nah, you wanted this dick," he retorted, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious slam. "Now you're getting it."

Jason leaned over me, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against my back as he gripped my hips harder, his fingers digging into my flesh. One hand slid lower to tease my prostate, adding another layer of intense stimulation.

"You like that, huh?" he sneered, mercilessly grinding against my sweet spot. "Like feeling this fat cock splitting you open?"

His filthy talk and the ruthless way he was using my body sent shivers of pleasure-pain coursing through me.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried out, my voice cracking from the overwhelming sensations. Jason's relentless assault on my prostate had me seeing stars, my mind hazy with lust.

"That's it, scream for me," he taunted, pistoning in and out of my ass with animalistic ferocity. "Let everyone know you’re being fucked."

The thought of being caught, of being publicly claimed by Jason, only heightened my arousal. I felt my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight as a coiled spring.

"Don't you dare cum until I say so," Jason growled, sensing my impending release. "You’re mine now."

He reached around to squeeze my cock, stroking it firmly as he continued to ravage my hole. The dual stimulation pushed me closer to the edge, my vision blurring at the edges.

"Hold up, hold up!" I pleaded desperately, trying to squirm free from Jason's grasp. My legs kicked futilely, seeking to grab onto something as I attempted to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

But Jason held fast, his grip unyielding as he pinned me in place. "No, no, don't run. You ain't going nowhere," he sneered, his voice dripping with dominance.

Panting heavily, I stilled, realizing there was no escaping the intense climax rapidly approaching. Jason's relentless fucking and firm grip on my cock had me teetering on the brink.

"Please, Jase..." I whimpered, my resistance crumbling. "I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, bitch," he commanded, drilling his dick in me repeatedly. "I’m about to go balls deep.”

As the waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body convulsed uncontrollably, my cock spurting thick ropes of cum across the sheets. But even as I rode out the aftershocks of my intense orgasm, Jason showed no signs of slowing down.

"Keep that back arched, bitch," he demanded, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "We're not done yet."

I could only moan weakly in response, my body limp and spent. Yet Jason seemed determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from me, his cock still rock hard and buried deep inside my fluttering hole.

"Gonna fill this tight ass up," he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. "Make sure you remember who owns you now."

Jason's pace became frenzied, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each powerful thrust. "Who has the best fucking dick?" he roared, his voice raw with exertion and lust.

"Y-y-y-you, Jase!" I babbled, my mind hazy and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "Your dick is the best!"

"And are you my bitch?" he snarled, his fingers digging cruelly into my hips.

"Yes! Yes, I'm your bitch!" I confessed shamelessly, the words spilling from my lips before I could think better of it.

"Say it louder, bitch," Jason growled, his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. "Tell me how much you love this big dick stretching your ass."

"I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR BIG DICK!"

"Please, Jase," I begged breathlessly, my voice hoarse from screaming. "Hurry up and cum. I need to feel your hot load filling me up."

My insides clenched around his throbbing shaft, desperate to milk him dry. The obscene sounds of our coupling filled the room—the wet slap of skin on skin, Jason's grunts of pleasure, and my own wanton moans.

"Bust that nut inside me," I pleaded, looking back at him with hooded eyes. "Paint my fucking insides."

Jason's eyes flashed with primal hunger at my words. "You want this dick to bust?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Jason's words sent a jolt of excitement through me. "Yes, please!" I gasped, feeling his cock twitch within me. "Fill me up!"

Without warning, he suddenly flipped us over, pinning me beneath his muscular frame. I found myself straddling his waist and his rigid shaft still buried deep inside my stretched-out hole.

"You want my cum so bad, huh?" Jason growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "Then make it happen, bitch."

His command spurred me into action. Bracing my hands on his chest, I began to ride him with reckless abandon, my ass bouncing wildly as I impaled myself on his thick cock again and again.

"Fucking take it!" Jason snarled, his eyes blazing with possessive desire. "I’m gonna fucking cum in you so hard!"

I continued riding Jason's massive cock, my movements growing increasingly frantic as I chased our impending release. My softening dick flopped limply against his sweat-slicked torso, leaving trails of cooling cum in its wake.

The sensation of being so thoroughly used and claimed ignited a fire deep within me. I wanted nothing more than to be Jason's perfect little fuck toy, forever marked by his essence.

"Please, Jase," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Give me your cum. Fill me up until I'm dripping with it."

Jason's grip tightened on my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Yeah, you want that, don't you?" he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Want me to pump you full of my nut?"

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jason groaned, his entire body tensing beneath me. His toes curled, and his fingers dug into the meat of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

"Damn, this tight ass feels too good," he muttered, his eyes squeezing shut as he neared the edge. "Oh shit, Noah... I'm n-n-n-nutting!"

With a guttural roar, Jason slammed me down onto his cock one final time. His shaft pulsed and twitched violently as he erupted deep inside me, flooding my passage with what felt like gallons of molten cum.

Wave after wave of searing heat washed over my inner walls as Jason emptied himself into my willing body. I could feel his seed leaking out around his pistoning shaft, trickling down my thighs in pearlescent rivulets.

Despite Jason's warnings, I couldn't bring myself to stop. The feeling of his hot cum painting my insides was too delicious to resist. I continued riding him, my hips moving in small, circular motions as I tried to coax out every last drop of his essence.

"F-fuck, Noah..." Jason stammered, his eyes rolling back in his head as the intense sensations threatened to overwhelm him. "That's enough, bro. I can't..."

But I ignored his pleas, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from our coupling. Jason's legs kicked involuntarily, his body convulsing beneath me as I relentlessly worked his sensitive cock.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cried out, his hands scrabbling uselessly at my sweat-slicked back. "I said that's enough, you crazy bastard!"

Jason finally managed to buck me off him with a burst of strength, sending me tumbling onto the mattress beside him. He let out a hearty laugh, his chest still heaving with exertion as he rode out the lingering waves of pleasure.

As I lay there, catching my breath, I reached out to fondle his semi-hard cock, still slick with our combined fluids. But as I wrap my fingers around it, Jason grabs my wrist firmly.

"Bro, it's too sensitive right now," he chuckled, shaking his head at my eagerness. "Give it a minute, yeah?"

Even though he playfully shrugged it off, I could tell he was really pleased. He may have been a rough, uncouth drug dealer, but when it came to sex, Jason knew how to make me feel good. And I had no complaints about that.

To my surprise, Jason released my wrist and gently guided my head to rest on his chest. I froze, my mind reeling from the sudden tender gesture. This wasn't the aggressive, dominant Jason I was used to.

For a moment, we simply lay there, his heartbeat thumping steadily beneath my ear. The warmth of his skin seeped into mine, and I felt a sense of comfort wash over me.

"What's wrong, Noah?" Jason asked softly, his fingers stroking through my hair. "You're quiet all of a sudden."

"I'm just exhausted," I mumbled, not meeting Jason's gaze. The intensity of our encounter had left me emotionally spent, and I found myself craving the solace of his touch.

Jason chuckled a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Yeah, you drained me, bro," he teased, his fingers continuing their soothing caress through my hair.

I smiled weakly, appreciating the gentle affection. "You can stay tonight if you want,” I suggested in a tone soft and vulnerable.

Jason nodded, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back as he pulled me closer against him. "Yeah, sure thing. I'll crash here."

We lay in comfortable silence for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Eventually, Jason's breathing evened out, signaling that sleep was claiming him. I watched as his eyelids fluttered closed, a look of contentment etched on his features.

Feeling safe and protected in his embrace, I allowed myself to drift off as well, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Jason's chest beneath me. As I slipped into dreams, I couldn't help but wonder if this newfound tenderness between us might be the start of something deeper.

I woke up the next morning to find Jason's side of the bed empty and cold. A pang of disappointment hit me as I realized he had likely snuck out during the night, leaving without so much as a goodbye.

To be continued…

- Thanks to my readers! I’ll continue with more chapters if you comment and like my posts.

 

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"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, giving my cheek a harsh spank. "Throw that ass back."

Withdrawing almost completely, Jason slammed back into me, setting a brutal pace. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with our labored breaths and moans of pleasure.

"Take it, bitch," Jason grunted, one hand gripping my hip bruisingly tight while the other reached around to stroke my aching cock in time with his thrusts. "That’s what talking about, take this dick."

"Jase, please...go slower," I panted, my body still adjusting to the relentless pounding. Despite my plea, Jason only increased his tempo, the force of his thrusts jarring my entire frame.

"Nah, you wanted this dick," he retorted, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious slam. "Now you're getting it."

Jason leaned over me, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against my back as he gripped my hips harder, his fingers digging into my flesh. One hand slid lower to tease my prostate, adding another layer of intense stimulation.

"You like that, huh?" he sneered, mercilessly grinding against my sweet spot. "Like feeling this fat cock splitting you open?"

His filthy talk and the ruthless way he was using my body sent shivers of pleasure-pain coursing through me.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried out, my voice cracking from the overwhelming sensations. Jason's relentless assault on my prostate had me seeing stars, my mind hazy with lust.

"That's it, scream for me," he taunted, pistoning in and out of my ass with animalistic ferocity. "Let everyone know you’re being fucked."

The thought of being caught, of being publicly claimed by Jason, only heightened my arousal. I felt my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight as a coiled spring.

"Don't you dare cum until I say so," Jason growled, sensing my impending release. "You’re mine now."

He reached around to squeeze my cock, stroking it firmly as he continued to ravage my hole. The dual stimulation pushed me closer to the edge, my vision blurring at the edges.

"Hold up, hold up!" I pleaded desperately, trying to squirm free from Jason's grasp. My legs kicked futilely, seeking to grab onto something as I attempted to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

But Jason held fast, his grip unyielding as he pinned me in place. "No, no, don't run. You ain't going nowhere," he sneered, his voice dripping with dominance.

Panting heavily, I stilled, realizing there was no escaping the intense climax rapidly approaching. Jason's relentless fucking and firm grip on my cock had me teetering on the brink.

"Please, Jase..." I whimpered, my resistance crumbling. "I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, bitch," he commanded, drilling his dick in me repeatedly. "I’m about to go balls deep.”

As the waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body convulsed uncontrollably, my cock spurting thick ropes of cum across the sheets. But even as I rode out the aftershocks of my intense orgasm, Jason showed no signs of slowing down.

"Keep that back arched, bitch," he demanded, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "We're not done yet."

I could only moan weakly in response, my body limp and spent. Yet Jason seemed determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from me, his cock still rock hard and buried deep inside my fluttering hole.

"Gonna fill this tight ass up," he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. "Make sure you remember who owns you now."

Jason's pace became frenzied, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each powerful thrust. "Who has the best fucking dick?" he roared, his voice raw with exertion and lust.

"Y-y-y-you, Jase!" I babbled, my mind hazy and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "Your dick is the best!"

"And are you my bitch?" he snarled, his fingers digging cruelly into my hips.

"Yes! Yes, I'm your bitch!" I confessed shamelessly, the words spilling from my lips before I could think better of it.

"Say it louder, bitch," Jason growled, his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. "Tell me how much you love this big dick stretching your ass."

"I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR BIG DICK!"

"Please, Jase," I begged breathlessly, my voice hoarse from screaming. "Hurry up and cum. I need to feel your hot load filling me up."

My insides clenched around his throbbing shaft, desperate to milk him dry. The obscene sounds of our coupling filled the room—the wet slap of skin on skin, Jason's grunts of pleasure, and my own wanton moans.

"Bust that nut inside me," I pleaded, looking back at him with hooded eyes. "Paint my fucking insides."

Jason's eyes flashed with primal hunger at my words. "You want this dick to bust?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Jason's words sent a jolt of excitement through me. "Yes, please!" I gasped, feeling his cock twitch within me. "Fill me up!"

Without warning, he suddenly flipped us over, pinning me beneath his muscular frame. I found myself straddling his waist and his rigid shaft still buried deep inside my stretched-out hole.

"You want my cum so bad, huh?" Jason growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "Then make it happen, bitch."

His command spurred me into action. Bracing my hands on his chest, I began to ride him with reckless abandon, my ass bouncing wildly as I impaled myself on his thick cock again and again.

"Fucking take it!" Jason snarled, his eyes blazing with possessive desire. "I’m gonna fucking cum in you so hard!"

I continued riding Jason's massive cock, my movements growing increasingly frantic as I chased our impending release. My softening dick flopped limply against his sweat-slicked torso, leaving trails of cooling cum in its wake.

The sensation of being so thoroughly used and claimed ignited a fire deep within me. I wanted nothing more than to be Jason's perfect little fuck toy, forever marked by his essence.

"Please, Jase," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Give me your cum. Fill me up until I'm dripping with it."

Jason's grip tightened on my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Yeah, you want that, don't you?" he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Want me to pump you full of my nut?"

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jason groaned, his entire body tensing beneath me. His toes curled, and his fingers dug into the meat of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

"Damn, this tight ass feels too good," he muttered, his eyes squeezing shut as he neared the edge. "Oh shit, Noah... I'm n-n-n-nutting!"

With a guttural roar, Jason slammed me down onto his cock one final time. His shaft pulsed and twitched violently as he erupted deep inside me, flooding my passage with what felt like gallons of molten cum.

Wave after wave of searing heat washed over my inner walls as Jason emptied himself into my willing body. I could feel his seed leaking out around his pistoning shaft, trickling down my thighs in pearlescent rivulets.

Despite Jason's warnings, I couldn't bring myself to stop. The feeling of his hot cum painting my insides was too delicious to resist. I continued riding him, my hips moving in small, circular motions as I tried to coax out every last drop of his essence.

"F-fuck, Noah..." Jason stammered, his eyes rolling back in his head as the intense sensations threatened to overwhelm him. "That's enough, bro. I can't..."

But I ignored his pleas, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from our coupling. Jason's legs kicked involuntarily, his body convulsing beneath me as I relentlessly worked his sensitive cock.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cried out, his hands scrabbling uselessly at my sweat-slicked back. "I said that's enough, you crazy bastard!"

Jason finally managed to buck me off him with a burst of strength, sending me tumbling onto the mattress beside him. He let out a hearty laugh, his chest still heaving with exertion as he rode out the lingering waves of pleasure.

As I lay there, catching my breath, I reached out to fondle his semi-hard cock, still slick with our combined fluids. But as I wrap my fingers around it, Jason grabs my wrist firmly.

"Bro, it's too sensitive right now," he chuckled, shaking his head at my eagerness. "Give it a minute, yeah?"

Even though he playfully shrugged it off, I could tell he was really pleased. He may have been a rough, uncouth drug dealer, but when it came to sex, Jason knew how to make me feel good. And I had no complaints about that.

To my surprise, Jason released my wrist and gently guided my head to rest on his chest. I froze, my mind reeling from the sudden tender gesture. This wasn't the aggressive, dominant Jason I was used to.

For a moment, we simply lay there, his heartbeat thumping steadily beneath my ear. The warmth of his skin seeped into mine, and I felt a sense of comfort wash over me.

"What's wrong, Noah?" Jason asked softly, his fingers stroking through my hair. "You're quiet all of a sudden."

"I'm just exhausted," I mumbled, not meeting Jason's gaze. The intensity of our encounter had left me emotionally spent, and I found myself craving the solace of his touch.

Jason chuckled a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Yeah, you drained me, bro," he teased, his fingers continuing their soothing caress through my hair.

I smiled weakly, appreciating the gentle affection. "You can stay tonight if you want,” I suggested in a tone soft and vulnerable.

Jason nodded, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back as he pulled me closer against him. "Yeah, sure thing. I'll crash here."

We lay in comfortable silence for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Eventually, Jason's breathing evened out, signaling that sleep was claiming him. I watched as his eyelids fluttered closed, a look of contentment etched on his features.

Feeling safe and protected in his embrace, I allowed myself to drift off as well, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Jason's chest beneath me. As I slipped into dreams, I couldn't help but wonder if this newfound tenderness between us might be the start of something deeper.

I woke up the next morning to find Jason's side of the bed empty and cold. A pang of disappointment hit me as I realized he had likely snuck out during the night, leaving without so much as a goodbye.

To be continued…

- Thanks to my readers! I’ll continue with more chapters if you comment and like my posts.

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Chapter 4

It had been almost a week since I heard from Jason, so I texted him. I didn't really know what to say, so I just texted, "Hey, Jase," but I didn't get a response. I hope we're still friends because I don't want to lose an old friend like Jason.

I shouldn't have seduced him since I care way more about our friendship. It's annoying that he's not talking to me now, but I'm not going to overstress about it. I plan to attend the University of Miami football game tonight with my cousin and his roommate. I asked Asher and Ethan if they wanted to join, but they already had plans.

While driving to the game, my cousin Tyler called, "Where are you, cuz? I have your ticket!" I glanced at the clock and realized I was running late, caught in the usual pre-game traffic. "I'm just a few minutes away," I replied, hoping I wouldn't miss the kickoff.

My cousin's roommate, Grayson, laughed in the background, "You better hurry, or you'll owe me a hot dog!" I could hear the excitement in their voice, which made me push the accelerator a little harder.

Grayson is my Cousin Tyler’s roommate. He runs a popular retail clothing store in Miami, FL. He's 24 years old with a slender, hairless physique that embodies the quintessential twink aesthetic.

Standing at 5'7" and weighing 125 lbs, he possesses delicate, pretty boy features that accentuate his charm. His soft brown hair complements his warm brown eyes, creating an inviting and approachable presence with a style that often leans towards casual yet trendy, embodying a blend of innocence and appeal.

When I arrived at the game, Tyler and Grayson were waiting for me at the front entrance. When my cousin Tyler first spotted me, I could see the excitement on his face. “What’s up, Noah!” he shouted. Grayson ran towards me and playfully jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around me for a tight embrace. “Noah, I miss you!” he shouted mischievously, chuckling.

Everyone around us stared and pointed as Grayson clung to me, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Feeling embarrassed, I pushed him off me, causing him to stumble back.

"Get the fuck off me, Grayson!" I exclaimed, trying to maintain a playful tone. Tyler burst out laughing at our antics. "Y’all have everyone looking at us. You two are such weirdos," I teased, shaking my head.

"Fuck them. Come on, let's grab some drinks before the game starts," my cousin urged. We went to the bar and ordered some beers. I could feel the excitement building around us, with fans dressed in team colors. With our drinks in hand, we made our way to our seats, ready to cheer for our Hurricanes.

As the Miami Hurricanes dominated the field, scoring touchdown after touchdown, the stadium erupted in cheers each time. Grayson and I joined in the celebration, high-fiving and hugging our fellow fans. But every time I caught Grayson's eye, I noticed a flicker of something more than friendly enthusiasm there - a subtle glance, a lingering touch on my arm. It made me wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was a little bi-curious.

As the game neared its end, the Hurricanes secured a decisive victory. In the midst of the post-game revelry, Grayson turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey guys, let’s head home before traffic gets too heavy," Grayson recommended.

Tyler nodded in agreement, "Sounds good, man. Why don't you just crash at our place tonight instead of heading back to yours? It's closer to the stadium anyway." I considered the offer for a moment. It would save me the hassle of navigating through post-game traffic.

"Sure, thanks. That'd be great," I replied, smiling at my cousin's thoughtfulness. As we walked out of the stadium together, Grayson chatted excitedly about the win, occasionally throwing sidelong glances my way.

Back at Tyler and Grayson's apartment, we hung out in the living room, swapping stories and reminiscing about the past games. After a while, Tyler yawned and announced, "I'm beat, guys. I'm gonna hit the sack." He gave us a quick nod before heading off to his bedroom.

"I think I'm getting tired, too," I said, feeling the exhaustion from the day catching up with me. "Thanks again for letting me crash here."

"No problem, bro," Grayson replied with a warm smile. "Why don't you take my bed? I'll just sleep on the couch after I shower real quick."

"Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to put him out.

"Of course. I insist," Grayson said, already making his way to the bathroom with a towel on his shoulder. I watched him go, admiring the way his jeans hugged his little twink ass. Shaking my head, I gathered my things and headed to Grayson's room.

After Grayson shut the bathroom door, I quickly stripped down to my boxers and slipped under the covers of his bed. My mind started racing with crazy ideas, fueled by the suspicion that Grayson might be bi-curious. I couldn't help but imagine how he'd react if I played up to that curiosity.

As I lay there, waiting for Grayson to emerge from the shower, I decided to bait my cousin’s roommate by pretending to be asleep, with only the cover draped over my torso and one leg. I positioned myself just right so that my dickhead slightly peeked out from my boxers.

The sound of the shower turning off sent a shiver down my spine. I knew Grayson would be walking into his darkened room anytime now, unaware of the provocative sight of my dick awaiting him. My heart pounded in anticipation as I waited for him.

A few moments later, Grayson emerged from the bathroom, still clad in nothing but a towel cinched around his waist. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on me, sprawled out in his bed. Though partially closed, my eyes remained open just enough to observe his reaction.

Grayson's gaze zeroed in on the tantalizing glimpse of my dickhead poking out from my boxers. His breath hitched, and his pupils dilated as he took in the sight. I could practically see the gears turning in his head, his mind consumed by the urge to touch what lay before him.

With a tentative step, Grayson approached the bed, his towel slipping slightly to reveal a hint of his own hardening cock. He reached out a trembling hand, hovering just above my exposed flesh.

Grayson's fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my cock, slowly pulling back my foreskin to expose the head. A soft gasp escaped him as he marveled at the sight of my dick growing harder by the second, straining against the fabric of my boxers.

I maintained the illusion of slumber, but inside, I was electrified, my body responding eagerly to Grayson's touch. My cock throbbed, yearning for more contact, as I fought to keep my breathing steady and even.

Grayson's nervousness was noticeable, his hand shaking slightly as he continued to explore my erection. He traced the vein running along the underside, his fingertips dancing over the ridges and contours. Each delicate caress sent jolts of pleasure through me, making it increasingly difficult to feign sleep.

His fingers continue to dance along my length, teasing and exploring every inch of my throbbing cock. Grayson’s touch was feather-light, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me despite my best efforts to remain still and silent.

Then, with a bold move, Grayson leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over my dick. The tip of his tongue darted out, licking away the bead of precum that had begun to form at my slit. A low moan built in my chest, but I managed to stifle it, holding my breath as I felt Grayson's tongue swirl around my glans.

The sensation was intense, and I could tell Grayson was savoring the taste of my arousal. His eyes fluttered closed as he savored the flavor, his own cock twitching against the towel.

As Grayson carefully tugged my boxers down, exposing my full, rigid length, I found myself wondering if this was indeed his first time intimately exploring another man's anatomy. There was a tender, almost reverent quality to his movements that suggested a certain innocence.

My cock sprang free, standing proud and pulsing with need. Grayson's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his gaze lingering on the thick veins and heavy balls that hung low. He seemed transfixed, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Without breaking eye contact, Grayson wrapped a hand around my base, his fingers curling around the shaft. He gave a gentle squeeze, testing the weight and heat of my cock in his palm. A shudder ran through me at the contact, and I bit back a whimper, determined to let Grayson set the pace.

"Damn," Grayson whispered, his voice quivering with a mixture of awe and nerves as he gazed upon my impressive length. "You've got a big dick."

His words were barely audible, as if he had spoken more to himself than to me. It was clear that he was both intimidated and excited by what lay before him. His hand trembled slightly as he continued to stroke my shaft, admiring its size and hardness.

Suddenly, I shifted my leg ever so slightly, causing Grayson to startle. In his surprise, he jerked his hand away, inadvertently letting go of my cock. The sudden movement caused his towel to slip, falling to the floor with a soft thud. Now completely bare, Grayson stood frozen, his eyes darting between my face and his own exposed body.

I couldn't help but take in the sight of his own impressive cock. Standing at attention, it measured a respectable six inches, perfectly proportionate to his slender, twink-like physique.

The shaft was sleek and smooth, with subtle veins running along its length. The head was slim and tapered, already glistening with precum that clung to the surface. Grayson's penis represented his youthful spirit, radiating a raw, pure beauty.

Grayson hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between my exposed cock and my sleeping face. Then, as if making a decision, he climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb my apparent slumber.

He positioned himself beside me, his naked body radiating heat. I could feel the slight tremor in his limbs, betraying his nervousness. Slowly, tentatively, Grayson reached out, his hand hovering over my thigh. After a brief pause, he made contact, his fingers tracing small circles on my skin.

As his touch grew bolder, his hand sliding higher up my leg, I struggled to maintain my composure. Every brush of his fingers against my heated flesh sent electric sparks racing through my veins. I could sense his excitement building, his breath quickening as he inched closer to my aching cock.

Grayson's hand gripped my shaft firmly, his fingers wrapping around the girth as he began pumping up and down. Each stroke was calculated, designed to bring me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

At the same time, his tongue flicked out, lapping at my nipple like a kitten lapping milk. The sensation was indescribable - the rough drag of his tongue against the sensitive bud, combined with the slick slide of his hand along my cock, had me seeing stars.

Grayson varied his technique, alternating between long, languid strokes and rapid, teasing flicks. He squeezed the base of my shaft before gliding up to the tip, his thumb swiping across the weeping slit. All the while, his mouth never left my nipple, sucking and nibbling until I was squirming beneath him.

As I try so hard to pretended to be lost in slumber, Grayson grew bolder in his explorations. His hand wrapped around my stiffening cock, stroking it with increasing urgency. At the same time, he pressed his own erection against my thigh, grinding slowly.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Grayson leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over the head of my dick. Tentatively, he extended his tongue, giving the tip a hesitant lick. Encouraged by my lack of response, he took me into his mouth, his lips stretching around my girth.

Grayson bobbed his head, taking me deeper each time. His tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, tracing the thick vein that ran along its length. As he sucked, he continued to grind against my leg, his own need growing with each passing second.

Unable to maintain the charade any longer, I finally stirred, my voice low and husky as I spoke. "Damn, Grayson..."

His startled reaction only heightened my arousal as he scrambled off the bed, his naked form a blur of movement. "I'm sorry, bro," he stammered, "I shouldn't have done that."

I reassured him with a gentle tone, "It's okay, really. Come back here."

Grayson hesitated for a moment, uncertainty etched on his features. Then, with a deep breath, he returned to the bedside, approaching me cautiously. His eyes darted between mine and the still-hard cock that jutted from my groin, a mixture of fear and desire warring within him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I've never...done anything like this before," he said, his words trailing off uncertainly.

"Shut up and kiss me," I commanded, pulling him close. Our lips met in a searing kiss, all hesitance forgotten as our tongues tangled together. I wrapped my arms around Grayson, pulling him closer. His smaller frame fit perfectly against mine.

As the kiss deepened, Grayson's cock pressed insistently against my thigh, a reminder of his own desperate need. I reached down, grasping his shaft and giving it a firm squeeze. He gasped into my mouth, his hips bucking instinctively into my touch.

Without breaking the heated kiss, I shifted my weight, rolling us over so that I now straddled Grayson's waist. My hard cock nestled against his stomach, the heat and friction driving me wild.

Breaking the kiss, I looked down at him, my brown eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you want, Grayson," I demanded, my voice low and gravelly.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I want...I want you inside me," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire.

A triumphant grin spread across my face, my eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Okay, I'll give it to you," I growled, my voice low and menacing.

Without further preamble, I grabbed Grayson's legs, lifting them high and bending them back towards his head. He let out a sharp gasp, his body tensing in surprise as I positioned myself between his thighs.

Slowly, deliberately, I lowered my face to his exposed hole, inhaling deeply the musky scent of his arousal. Grayson's hands clenched in the sheets as I circled my tongue around the puckered entrance, savoring the salty taste of his skin.

Then, with a deliberate thrust of my tongue, I pushed inside, breaching his virgin ass for the very first time. Feeling Grayson's body quiver beneath my relentless ministrations, I pulled back just enough to taunt him with a question. "A girl never ate your ass before?"

He could only manage a stuttered reply, "N-no, never..." His voice was strained, torn between mortification and ecstasy.

Emboldened by his admission, I redoubled my efforts, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks of my tongue. Each pass drew a fresh moan from Grayson's lips, his hips writhing in a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation.

My saliva dripped steadily onto Grayson's stretched opening as I continued to tongue-fuck him relentlessly. The slick coating helped ease the way, allowing me to penetrate deeper with each thrust.

Feeling his hole begin to relax, I increased the pace, my tongue plunging in and out with ease. Grayson's cries grew louder, more urgent, his fingers digging into my scalp as he struggled to process the intense pleasure-pain.

Suddenly, I withdrew, leaving him empty and whimpering. I raised my head, a bead of precum glistening on the tip of my cock. "Are you ready to take this dick?" I purred, my voice dripping with seductive intent.

Unsure, but driven by a primal need, Grayson whispered, "Yes." His brow furrowed with concern. "But...it's going to hurt, isn't it?"

I offered a reassuring smile, stroking his cheek tenderly. "I'll try to be gentle," I promised, my heart swelling with affection despite the fleshly hunger raging through my veins.

Grayson nodded, his decisiveness hardening. He scooted closer, parting his thighs in silent invitation. "Okay, bro," he breathed, his voice trembling slightly. "Put it in."

With a steady hand, I grasped my throbbing cock, lining it up with his slick, twitching hole. Slowly, carefully, I began to push forward, feeling the initial resistance give way as the blunt head popped past the tight ring of muscle.

As I slowly go deeper, Grayson's breath hitched in his throat. "Oh shit," he gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Please...go slow..."

His plea pierced my lust-addled brain, reminding me to proceed with care. I paused when only the tip of my cock had breached him, allowing him a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

Seeking to distract him from the discomfort, I reached between our bodies, finding his rigid shaft. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking gently as I held still within him.

Continuing my tender touch on Grayson's cock, I attempted to inch deeper, but he cried out, his body tensing. "Wait! It hurts!"

My heart ached at the distress in his voice, but I knew pushing forward too quickly would only exacerbate the pain. Gently, I stilled, letting him catch his breath.

Leaning in close, I murmured reassurances into his ear. "Shh, it won't hurt anymore if you relax for me, baby. Just breathe." I punctuated my words with soft, soothing strokes along his shaft, hoping to calm his nerves.

Determined to continue our intimate journey, I tried once more to sink deeper into Grayson's tight hole. However, he flinched away, his breath escaping in a hiss. "Damn, your dick is too big!"

Despite the sting of rejection, I couldn't help but chuckle at his exasperated tone. "Sorry, bro," I teased, my own desire still burning hotly within me. "Guess we'll have to work on stretching you out, huh?"

Before I could ponder how to accomplish such a feat, Grayson suddenly snatched the back of my neck, pulling me into a fierce, hungry kiss. His lips moved against mine with desperate urgency, his tongue delving deep to tangle with my own. The sudden passion startled me, but I eagerly responded, losing myself in the heat of the moment.

As our kiss intensified, Grayson's hands roamed over my body, seeking friction and connection. Breaking away, he whispered hotly in my ear, "Can you suck my dick? Please?"

The request sent a thrill straight to my groin. "Of course, bro," I replied, my voice husky with desire. Without hesitation, I was positioning myself between Grayson's spread thighs.

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, giving it a few long, slow strokes to coat my palm with his pre-cum. Then, leaning forward, I took the swollen head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. Gradually, I worked my way down, taking more of him into my warm, wet cavern until my nose nestled against the wiry patch of hair at the base of his cock.

As I continued to lavish attention on Grayson's cock, his moans grew louder, echoing throughout the room. "Fuck, bro," he panted, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You suck better than my ex-girlfriend."

His compliment sent a surge of pride through me, spurring me on. I increased the pace of my ministrations, bobbing my head up and down his shaft while flicking my tongue over the spongy ridge under the head. My free hand snaked its way up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm as I sucked him off with fervor.

After thoroughly pleasuring Grayson with my mouth, I rose to meet him once more, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues rubbed together as I aligned my throbbing cock with his tight, clenched hole.

Breaking the kiss, I looked into his eyes, ensuring he was prepared for the next step. "Ready?" I asked softly, my voice tinged with anticipation and concern.