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

[MastiffNutz]

Grayson nodded, his gaze locked with mine, and I slowly began to push forward, sinking into his welcoming hole inch by torturous inch. The sensation of his walls gripping my shaft was pure bliss, and I fought the urge to thrust deeply, determined to give him time to adjust to my size.

As I sank further into Grayson's tight heat, I couldn't resist the temptation to talk dirty. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," I groaned, pausing momentarily to let him adapt to the fullness. "Your ass feels incredible squeezing my dick."

Grayson moaned in response, arching his back slightly to take me even deeper. Encouraged by his reaction, I continued to praise him as I gradually picked up the pace. "That's it, bro. Take every inch of my big dick. You love having me inside you, don't you?"

My filthy words seemed to spur Grayson on, and he started meeting my thrusts with enthusiasm, gasping and panting with each delicious slide of our bodies. The erotic sounds filling the air only heightened my arousal, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Despite my best efforts, Grayson struggled to accommodate my girth, his face contorting in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "Wait, wait!" he panted, his voice strained. "It hurts too much."

I immediately stilled, not wanting to cause him unnecessary pain. "Okay, bro, no more," I reassured him, gentling my grip on his hips. "We'll do something else."

Instead, I reached down and grasped both our cocks in one hand, stroking us in unison. The dual sensations of our hard, pulsing flesh sliding against each other sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. I focused on bringing us both to climax, my thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive heads as I pumped our shafts faster.

"Come on, bro," I urged, my own orgasm building rapidly. "Let's cum together."

"Fuck yeah, get ready to explode," I growled, my strokes becoming erratic as I felt my climax approaching. "Cum all over your chest, drench yourself in it."

Grayson's breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering before rolling back completely, lost in the intensity of the moment. "Ah, ah, fuck!" he cried out, his voice raw with impending release.

I could feel his cock twitching in my grasp, the velvety heat of his precum mingling with my own as we neared the peak together. "Do it, now!" I commanded, squeezing our shafts tightly. "Paint yourself, bro!"

With a hoarse shout, Grayson came undone, his body convulsing as jets of hot semen erupted from his tip, splattering across his chest in thick, creamy ropes.

The sight of Grayson's release triggered my own, and I followed suit, groaning deeply as I spilled my seed onto his stomach and chest, some splattering his chain. Our combined essence painted his torso in a lewd display of our shared passion.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed beside him, both of us panting heavily from the exertion. I pulled Grayson close, our sweat-slicked bodies pressing together as we basked in the afterglow.

"That was... incredible," Grayson murmured, his voice still husky from his cries of ecstasy. He turned to face me, a satisfied grin spreading across his features.

I chuckled, running my fingers through his damp hair affectionately. "Damn, straight it was," I agreed, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his forehead. " Next time that ass is mine, bro."

Grayson burst into laughter at my declaration, his eyes sparkling with glee. "Oh, trust me, I'll make sure to have plenty of lube next time," he teased, his tone playful.

As our laughter died down, Grayson's expression turned curious. "Hey, I thought you were straight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I smirked, playing along with sarcasm. "Oh, I thought you were straight too," I replied, with a mischievous smirk.

Grayson snorted, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, I guess I'm bisexual, huh?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's the deal? Always been bi, or did someone recently dick you down?"

I chuckled at Grayson's question, shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah, man, I've known I was bi for a while now," I admitted, my gaze drifting off into the distance. "I just keep it on the down low, bro."

"So, what about you?" I asked, turning the tables on him. "Always knew you swung both ways?"

Grayson shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. "Honestly, I've always considered myself straight," he began, his voice sincere. "But there's just something about being around you that makes me... different."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "You're actually really attractive, dude," he blurted out, a blush creeping up his neck. "Like, in a way that makes me want to explore this whole 'bi' thing."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through me. "Oh, really?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Grayson nodded, a sheepish grin on his face. "Yeah, I do," he confirmed. "You just make me feel different."

"So, does anyone else know besides me?" he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. "Like, what about your cousin Tyler?"

I hesitated, my mind racing with the implications of sharing such personal information. "Tyler? Nah, he doesn't know," I admitted, my tone guarded. "It's not exactly something I go around broadcasting."

Grayson nodded understandingly, though a hint of curiosity crossed his features. "Okay, no worries," he reassured me. "Your secrets are safe with me, Noah."

"Enough with all the questions," I declared, shifting our positions so that I was spooning Grayson from behind. My soft, spent cock nestled comfortably against his little twink ass cheeks. The sensation made me groan softly, my arms wrapping around him in a possessive embrace.

Grayson, seemingly content with the change in positions, settled back against me with a sigh. "Alright, alright, let's just sleep," he agreed, his voice muffled against the pillow.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. As I drifted off to sleep, the warmth of my body pressed against his provided a profound sense of comfort. I listened to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, which lulled me deeper into slumber.

A loud banging on the bedroom door jolted me awake, accompanied by Tyler's frantic shouts. "Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!"

Grayson and I stirred simultaneously, still entwined in our intimate spooning position. As consciousness returned, I felt a stirring in my groin - my previously soft cock now twitching with morning wood.

Without wasting a second, we hastily disentangled ourselves and scrambled to throw on clothes, trying to appear as natural as possible. I put on my boxers and shorts, while Grayson opted for sweatpants and a graphic tee. Our urgency was palpable, fueled by the desire to avoid arousing any suspicion from Tyler.

Grayson shot me a sly smirk, his eyes lingering on the prominent bulge straining against my boxers. "Damn, Noah, your dick is beautiful," he whispered, shaking his head in amusement. I flushed, averting my gaze as I laced up my shorts, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising in my cheeks.

With a final adjustment to ensure my erection wasn't too obvious, I flopped back onto the bed, feigning exhaustion. Grayson opened the door, and Tyler's gruff voice cut through the air. "Damn, it took y'all a while to wake up."

Tyler's brows shot up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What'd y'all do, sleep together?" he teased, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea, leaning against the doorframe.

I snorted, rolling my eyes, trying to deflect any further questioning. "Whatever, man. Grayson said I can sleep in his bed."

Grayson stepped in with a plausible explanation. "Bro, Noah crashed on my bed last night, and I ended up sleeping on the floor," he said, nodding toward the rumpled blanket that had fallen to the floor when we jumped up quickly.

Tyler waved off our explanations with a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you guys say," he muttered, clearly not caring.

He pointed at the clock on the wall, "Hey, Grayson, you better get moving. It's already 9 am, and you're supposed to be at work at 10."

Grayson cursed under his breath, realizing he was running late. "Shit, thanks for reminding me, Ty. I'll take a quick shower and head out."

As Grayson hurried off to prepare for his shift, Tyler turned to me with a knowing look. "Later, cuz. Don't do anything I wouldn't do... again," he joked, giving me a playful wink before exiting the room, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and the persistent ache of my morning wood.

Tyler paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder. "Oh, and Noah? Whenever you leave the house, make sure to lock the bottom lock, got it?"

"Gotcha," I replied, nodding in understanding. Tyler flashed one last grin before disappearing down the hallway, his footsteps fading away.

The moment the front door clicked shut behind him, I released a shuddering breath. I glanced down at the tent pitched in my shorts, my morning wood still throbbing with need. Unable to resist its insistent pull, I palmed my erection through the fabric, biting back a moan. In a flash, I shoved my shorts and boxers down, freeing my aching cock. Wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft, I began to stroke myself with long, slow pulls, savoring the exquisite friction.

I gripped my rigid shaft tighter, pumping faster as the urge to climax consumed me. My hips bucked instinctively, driving my cock through my fist with increasing desperation. The obscene squelching sounds filled the room, mingling with my ragged breaths and bitten-off curses.

"Fuck... oh god..." I groaned, my abs clenching as the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo. My balls drew up tight, signaling my approaching release. With a strangled cry, I exploded, painting my chest and chin with thick ropes of pearly cum. My body shuddered violently, riding out each intense wave of this quickie, spent and panting.

Grayson emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, water droplets glistening on his skin. His eyes widened slightly when he spotted me sprawled on the bed, my softening cock still visibly hard, streaked with the remnants of my release.

"Really, Noah?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face as he approached the bed. Without warning, he leaned in and captured the tip of my dick between his lips, his warm mouth enveloping my sensitive dickhead. I gasped, my spent cock twitching involuntarily at the sudden contact.

"Mmm, your cum tastes so sweet," Grayson murmured against my flesh, his tongue flicking out to lap at the sweet drops clinging to my slit.

"Easy there, bro," I managed to stammer out, my voice strained from the unexpected pleasure. "Don't get too carried away, you've gotta rush if you don't want to be late for work."

Grayson pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gazed up at me. "Aww, come on, just a little longer," he coaxed, his breath hot against my dampened skin. "It feels so good..."

I chuckled weakly, reaching out to gently tug Grayson's damp hair. "Grayson, seriously. You better get ready for work, bro," I urged, trying to sound stern despite the residual tingles coursing through my spent cock.

But Grayson paid no heed to my words, instead continuing his ministrations with renewed vigor. His tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, lapping up every drop of my essence as if it were the most delectable treat. I couldn't help but gasp and twitch beneath his touch, my nerves still raw from my current orgasm.

"You're gonna be late," I warned halfheartedly, my resolve crumbling with each passing second. Grayson simply hummed in response, the vibrations sending delicious shocks straight to my groin. I knew I should put a stop to this, but the sensation was too divine to resist.

Grayson reluctantly pulled away, releasing my cock from his warm embrace. He gazed up at me, his eyes smoldering with barely contained desire. "Alright, alright," he relented, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I suppose I should get ready for work."

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. I could taste myself on his tongue, a tantalizing reminder of our intimate encounter. As he pulled back, I watched him rise from the bed, the towel slipped down to the floor uncovering his naked body once again. He shot me a wink before sauntering towards the closet, leaving me lying there, my mind reeling with thoughts of what that tight ass felt like.

I sat up, watching Grayson rummage through his closet, selecting a crisp white shirt and dark trousers. He moved with a quiet confidence, his slender physique on full display as he got dressed. Once he had everything in place, he turned to face me, a sly grin playing on his lips.

"You should probably clean yourself up," he said, gesturing towards the cum-streaked mess on my chest. "I'll see you later tonight, okay?"

With that, he headed towards the door, pausing briefly to glance back at me over his shoulder. Our eyes locked for a moment, the unspoken promise of more to come hanging heavy in the air. Then, he disappeared out the door, leaving me alone with the lingering evidence of our tryst.

 

[MastiffNutz]

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.

 

[Mxexpert]

Love the connection with Jason.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Love the connection with Jason.

You might really enjoy Chapter 5! Stay tuned!

 

[danimal32]

Hi Noah, you are an excellent writer!

 

[fbneros]

Fucking hot story!!!

 

[Smallrelics]

Grayson nodded, his gaze locked with mine, and I slowly began to push forward, sinking into his welcoming hole inch by torturous inch. The sensation of his walls gripping my shaft was pure bliss, and I fought the urge to thrust deeply, determined to give him time to adjust to my size.

As I sank further into Grayson's tight heat, I couldn't resist the temptation to talk dirty. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," I groaned, pausing momentarily to let him adapt to the fullness. "Your ass feels incredible squeezing my dick."

Grayson moaned in response, arching his back slightly to take me even deeper. Encouraged by his reaction, I continued to praise him as I gradually picked up the pace. "That's it, bro. Take every inch of my big dick. You love having me inside you, don't you?"

My filthy words seemed to spur Grayson on, and he started meeting my thrusts with enthusiasm, gasping and panting with each delicious slide of our bodies. The erotic sounds filling the air only heightened my arousal, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Despite my best efforts, Grayson struggled to accommodate my girth, his face contorting in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "Wait, wait!" he panted, his voice strained. "It hurts too much."

I immediately stilled, not wanting to cause him unnecessary pain. "Okay, bro, no more," I reassured him, gentling my grip on his hips. "We'll do something else."

Instead, I reached down and grasped both our cocks in one hand, stroking us in unison. The dual sensations of our hard, pulsing flesh sliding against each other sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. I focused on bringing us both to climax, my thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive heads as I pumped our shafts faster.

"Come on, bro," I urged, my own orgasm building rapidly. "Let's cum together."

"Fuck yeah, get ready to explode," I growled, my strokes becoming erratic as I felt my climax approaching. "Cum all over your chest, drench yourself in it."

Grayson's breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering before rolling back completely, lost in the intensity of the moment. "Ah, ah, fuck!" he cried out, his voice raw with impending release.

I could feel his cock twitching in my grasp, the velvety heat of his precum mingling with my own as we neared the peak together. "Do it, now!" I commanded, squeezing our shafts tightly. "Paint yourself, bro!"

With a hoarse shout, Grayson came undone, his body convulsing as jets of hot semen erupted from his tip, splattering across his chest in thick, creamy ropes.

The sight of Grayson's release triggered my own, and I followed suit, groaning deeply as I spilled my seed onto his stomach and chest, some splattering his chain. Our combined essence painted his torso in a lewd display of our shared passion.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed beside him, both of us panting heavily from the exertion. I pulled Grayson close, our sweat-slicked bodies pressing together as we basked in the afterglow.

"That was... incredible," Grayson murmured, his voice still husky from his cries of ecstasy. He turned to face me, a satisfied grin spreading across his features.

I chuckled, running my fingers through his damp hair affectionately. "Damn, straight it was," I agreed, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his forehead. " Next time that ass is mine, bro."

Grayson burst into laughter at my declaration, his eyes sparkling with glee. "Oh, trust me, I'll make sure to have plenty of lube next time," he teased, his tone playful.

As our laughter died down, Grayson's expression turned curious. "Hey, I thought you were straight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I smirked, playing along with sarcasm. "Oh, I thought you were straight too," I replied, with a mischievous smirk.

Grayson snorted, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, I guess I'm bisexual, huh?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's the deal? Always been bi, or did someone recently dick you down?"

I chuckled at Grayson's question, shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah, man, I've known I was bi for a while now," I admitted, my gaze drifting off into the distance. "I just keep it on the down low, bro."

"So, what about you?" I asked, turning the tables on him. "Always knew you swung both ways?"

Grayson shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. "Honestly, I've always considered myself straight," he began, his voice sincere. "But there's just something about being around you that makes me... different."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "You're actually really attractive, dude," he blurted out, a blush creeping up his neck. "Like, in a way that makes me want to explore this whole 'bi' thing."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through me. "Oh, really?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Grayson nodded, a sheepish grin on his face. "Yeah, I do," he confirmed. "You just make me feel different."

"So, does anyone else know besides me?" he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. "Like, what about your cousin Tyler?"

I hesitated, my mind racing with the implications of sharing such personal information. "Tyler? Nah, he doesn't know," I admitted, my tone guarded. "It's not exactly something I go around broadcasting."

Grayson nodded understandingly, though a hint of curiosity crossed his features. "Okay, no worries," he reassured me. "Your secrets are safe with me, Noah."

"Enough with all the questions," I declared, shifting our positions so that I was spooning Grayson from behind. My soft, spent cock nestled comfortably against his little twink ass cheeks. The sensation made me groan softly, my arms wrapping around him in a possessive embrace.

Grayson, seemingly content with the change in positions, settled back against me with a sigh. "Alright, alright, let's just sleep," he agreed, his voice muffled against the pillow.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. As I drifted off to sleep, the warmth of my body pressed against his provided a profound sense of comfort. I listened to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, which lulled me deeper into slumber.

A loud banging on the bedroom door jolted me awake, accompanied by Tyler's frantic shouts. "Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!"

Grayson and I stirred simultaneously, still entwined in our intimate spooning position. As consciousness returned, I felt a stirring in my groin - my previously soft cock now twitching with morning wood.

Without wasting a second, we hastily disentangled ourselves and scrambled to throw on clothes, trying to appear as natural as possible. I put on my boxers and shorts, while Grayson opted for sweatpants and a graphic tee. Our urgency was palpable, fueled by the desire to avoid arousing any suspicion from Tyler.

Grayson shot me a sly smirk, his eyes lingering on the prominent bulge straining against my boxers. "Damn, Noah, your dick is beautiful," he whispered, shaking his head in amusement. I flushed, averting my gaze as I laced up my shorts, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising in my cheeks.

With a final adjustment to ensure my erection wasn't too obvious, I flopped back onto the bed, feigning exhaustion. Grayson opened the door, and Tyler's gruff voice cut through the air. "Damn, it took y'all a while to wake up."

Tyler's brows shot up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What'd y'all do, sleep together?" he teased, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea, leaning against the doorframe.

I snorted, rolling my eyes, trying to deflect any further questioning. "Whatever, man. Grayson said I can sleep in his bed."

Grayson stepped in with a plausible explanation. "Bro, Noah crashed on my bed last night, and I ended up sleeping on the floor," he said, nodding toward the rumpled blanket that had fallen to the floor when we jumped up quickly.

Tyler waved off our explanations with a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you guys say," he muttered, clearly not caring.

He pointed at the clock on the wall, "Hey, Grayson, you better get moving. It's already 9 am, and you're supposed to be at work at 10."

Grayson cursed under his breath, realizing he was running late. "Shit, thanks for reminding me, Ty. I'll take a quick shower and head out."

As Grayson hurried off to prepare for his shift, Tyler turned to me with a knowing look. "Later, cuz. Don't do anything I wouldn't do... again," he joked, giving me a playful wink before exiting the room, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and the persistent ache of my morning wood.

Tyler paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder. "Oh, and Noah? Whenever you leave the house, make sure to lock the bottom lock, got it?"

"Gotcha," I replied, nodding in understanding. Tyler flashed one last grin before disappearing down the hallway, his footsteps fading away.

The moment the front door clicked shut behind him, I released a shuddering breath. I glanced down at the tent pitched in my shorts, my morning wood still throbbing with need. Unable to resist its insistent pull, I palmed my erection through the fabric, biting back a moan. In a flash, I shoved my shorts and boxers down, freeing my aching cock. Wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft, I began to stroke myself with long, slow pulls, savoring the exquisite friction.

I gripped my rigid shaft tighter, pumping faster as the urge to climax consumed me. My hips bucked instinctively, driving my cock through my fist with increasing desperation. The obscene squelching sounds filled the room, mingling with my ragged breaths and bitten-off curses.

"Fuck... oh god..." I groaned, my abs clenching as the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo. My balls drew up tight, signaling my approaching release. With a strangled cry, I exploded, painting my chest and chin with thick ropes of pearly cum. My body shuddered violently, riding out each intense wave of this quickie, spent and panting.

Grayson emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, water droplets glistening on his skin. His eyes widened slightly when he spotted me sprawled on the bed, my softening cock still visibly hard, streaked with the remnants of my release.

"Really, Noah?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face as he approached the bed. Without warning, he leaned in and captured the tip of my dick between his lips, his warm mouth enveloping my sensitive dickhead. I gasped, my spent cock twitching involuntarily at the sudden contact.

"Mmm, your cum tastes so sweet," Grayson murmured against my flesh, his tongue flicking out to lap at the sweet drops clinging to my slit.

"Easy there, bro," I managed to stammer out, my voice strained from the unexpected pleasure. "Don't get too carried away, you've gotta rush if you don't want to be late for work."

Grayson pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he gazed up at me. "Aww, come on, just a little longer," he coaxed, his breath hot against my dampened skin. "It feels so good..."

I chuckled weakly, reaching out to gently tug Grayson's damp hair. "Grayson, seriously. You better get ready for work, bro," I urged, trying to sound stern despite the residual tingles coursing through my spent cock.

But Grayson paid no heed to my words, instead continuing his ministrations with renewed vigor. His tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, lapping up every drop of my essence as if it were the most delectable treat. I couldn't help but gasp and twitch beneath his touch, my nerves still raw from my current orgasm.

"You're gonna be late," I warned halfheartedly, my resolve crumbling with each passing second. Grayson simply hummed in response, the vibrations sending delicious shocks straight to my groin. I knew I should put a stop to this, but the sensation was too divine to resist.

Grayson reluctantly pulled away, releasing my cock from his warm embrace. He gazed up at me, his eyes smoldering with barely contained desire. "Alright, alright," he relented, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I suppose I should get ready for work."

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. I could taste myself on his tongue, a tantalizing reminder of our intimate encounter. As he pulled back, I watched him rise from the bed, the towel slipped down to the floor uncovering his naked body once again. He shot me a wink before sauntering towards the closet, leaving me lying there, my mind reeling with thoughts of what that tight ass felt like.

I sat up, watching Grayson rummage through his closet, selecting a crisp white shirt and dark trousers. He moved with a quiet confidence, his slender physique on full display as he got dressed. Once he had everything in place, he turned to face me, a sly grin playing on his lips.

"You should probably clean yourself up," he said, gesturing towards the cum-streaked mess on my chest. "I'll see you later tonight, okay?"

With that, he headed towards the door, pausing briefly to glance back at me over his shoulder. Our eyes locked for a moment, the unspoken promise of more to come hanging heavy in the air. Then, he disappeared out the door, leaving me alone with the lingering evidence of our tryst.

Fuck Grayson, where is Jase? We need to get pregnant....stat

 

[Condiment]

I'm enjoying again one of your great stories.
Thank you for giving us, your dear readers, handsome characters and delicious narrative.

 

[MastiffNutz]

I'm enjoying again one of your great stories.
Thank you for giving us, your dear readers, handsome characters and delicious narrative.

I will be posting some realistic AI images of the characters soon.

 

[Peinfeind]

I have a friend(Sean) that I always hang out with and we didn’t talk for years because of Covid but we recently have been hagging out a lot and he’s much different now mainly because he’s went through a few relation ships. But I say he’s different in the sense that he’s not shy at all when it comes to showing his penis lmaoo. We once got drunk with another friend and we were all talking about getting head from girls and one of my friends (Rob a 22 year old who’s straight) mentioned that it hurts when his girl pulls his foreskin all the way back.(we’re all uncut) so me and my other friend Sean were surprised to hear this because we can both pull are skin back with ease. I don’t know how or what encouraged Sean to begin pulling his shorts down a bit. I was able to his his pubes and so did my friend rob (part of me suspects that rob could possibly be bisexual like myself but he is in a relationship with a girl so IDK) but then rob encouraged sean to pull his penis out and pull it back. AND sean obliged. I was shocked because he actually pulled it out and pulled his skin back as much as he could. I thought it was so hot and he did it twice that night. Like an hour later he just stared playing with it mid conversation. I wasn’t sure how to respond or what to say. Keep in mind sean is also straight I just guess he’s not shy of it showing off. That same day he told me to take my dick out and at first I said no but I was also a bit tipsy so I ended up whipping it out a few minutes later when it was just me and him in the room. Lol I was a little excited so my dick was semi hard though it looked mostly soft. He was on his phone and was oblivious to me taking my cock out so when I said his name and he looked up he just saw me swinging my meat around lol. He just said my name and stared laughing, it was funny because he sempt both shocked and embarrassed at the same time. He just “why’d u do that”? And I said “well u asked, and now u know what it feels like” he just said “true” I think he was really surprised that I actually showed him and he even commented on why it was so big soft lmaoo but he didn’t realize that I was already turned on from seeing his dick earlier. I still don’t know if it was just the alcohol that day or the conversation that started it but I’m happy it happened because when ever I go to his house after we workout (because were gym buddies) and he needs to take a shower or somthing he always changes in front of me the first time he did it he literally told me to look at his while he swung his dick around. (He doesn’t know I’m bi) so I just tried not to look out of respect and continued watching TV. We also always kid about starting an only fans and collaborating but it’s always just as a joke but I really want to jerk him off ngl his dick is pretty nice to look at and I’m tempted to just ask if he wants head one day but idk it seems like to much for him. I don’t want to ruin the friendship that we have especially since he’s already comfortable with showing me his body. What’s funny is that our dicks actually look very similar both looks wise and size.

 

[Skd]

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…

This turn me on

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 5

After Grayson left, I slowly rose from the bed, my muscles still humming from the intensity of our encounter. I made my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower to wash away the remnants of hot sex. The warm water cascaded over my skin, soothing my senses as I rinsed off the sticky fluids coating my torso.

Once finished, I tidied up the bedroom, even making Grayson's bed, wanting everything to be perfect for when he returned later. Satisfied with the apartment's state, I locked up and headed out, deciding to take advantage of my day off from work.

My first stop was the grocery store. I wandered the aisles, picking out ingredients for a simple yet satisfying meal - perhaps some Fried Chicken, Mac N Cheese, Yellow Rice, and Black Eyed Peas. I'm from the South, and it's my cheat day, so you already know I'm about to eat good.

I was focusing on finding the perfect bottle of wine to pair with my Southern meal when a familiar voice called out from behind me. "Well, well, well...if it isn't Noah himself!"

I turned around and saw Mateo with his girlfriend, Elena, on his arm. “Yo, what’s up, man!” I said, surprised since it’d been a minute since I last saw him.

Mateo’s a chill 24-year-old Puerto Rican dude with long black hair in braids. He usually rocks a plain T-shirt. I think he’s from Boston but moved to Miami when he was pretty young. I don’t know him well, but we worked together at a fast-food restaurant when I was 17. He was laid-back, but we never really hung out outside of work. He’s been with Elena since I’ve known him, and honestly, he seems way out of her league.

"What are you two lovebirds doing on this side of town?" I asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Planning a romantic dinner?" Mateo laughed, pulling Elena closer to his side. "Nah, we're just stocking up on essentials. You know how it is."

"We did move a bit closer to the city recently," Mateo explained, his pride evident in his tone. "We've got a sweet spot now, real cozy. Elena's loving it so far."

"Congrats, man!" I exclaimed, genuinely happy for him. "That's awesome news. Well, it was great running into y'all. We should catch up properly sometime soon, huh?"

"I'd like that," Mateo agreed readily. "Give me your number, and let's plan something." I rattled off my digits, and he quickly entered them into his phone. "Cool, I'll hit you up soon. Take care, Noah."

As they walked away, Elena gave me a friendly wave. I couldn't help but notice how fine his short ass has become. It was nice catching up with him. I hadn't seen him since we quit that soul-sucking fast food job a few years ago. I made a mental note to reach out and actually follow through on that offer to hang out sometime soon.

After finishing up at the grocery store, I made sure to grab myself a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon I had in mind. With all my groceries and booze in hand, I headed back to my apartment, eager to start cooking up a storm and enjoying my much-needed day off.

As I approached my building, I suddenly jerked the grocery bags in my arms, trying to regain balance after a sudden collision. "Damn, bro! You almost knocked me over," I grumbled, peering up at Connor with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

Connor stood before me with a sheepish expression, clearly distracted by whatever was occupying his mind. He looked at me and said, “Move the fuck out of the way!” giving me a slightly chaotic glance. I knew that look all too well; it meant he was plotting something, likely illegal judging by his shameful reputation.

He is a 23-year-old with tattoos on his arms and chest. He is around 6 feet tall and has a solid, beefy build. He naturally has dirty blonde hair, but most of the time, his head is shaved, which really brings out his rare, intense gray eyes. He exudes a unique blend of toughness and genuine charm, making him both intimidating and approachable.

Connor grew up in a rugged trailer park where struggling was the norm. His childhood was pretty chaotic; his dad was often violent and took out his anger on both him and his mom. As a teenager, he got mixed up with a local gang, and I’m unsure if he’s still involved. Even though he doesn’t live in my apartment complex, I keep running into him around the area.

"Yeah, fuck you, Connor," I shot back, my patience wearing thin." His gray eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped closer, invading my personal space. "How 'bout I beat your ass right now and take these groceries?" he snarled, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, come on, Connor. Get out of my face and go do whatever the hell you were doing before you decided to crash into me," I retorted, trying to maintain control of the situation despite his threatening demeanor.

Connor's grin only widened, and he leaned in even closer, his hot breath fanning against my ear as he whispered, "Or maybe I'll tell everyone what I know." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to step back, but his grip on my arm tightened, holding me in place.

"Bro, chill out," I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios as I tried to process what Connor might know. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I wrestled free from his grasp, backing away until I stumbled inside my apartment, slamming the door shut behind me.

I rushed to the peephole, pressing my eye against it just in time to see Connor stroll away with an infuriating smirk. My stomach churned with anxiety, wondering exactly what he planned to do. Does he know I’m bisexual?

I took a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. For now, I needed to focus on unpacking my groceries, forcing myself to concentrate on mundane tasks to distract from his looming threat. But even as I went through the motions, my mind drifted back to those unsettling gray eyes and the ominous promise of his words.

As I busied myself in the kitchen, I couldn't shake the feeling that our encounter was far from over. "Next time I see him," I muttered to myself, "I'm going to confront him straight up and find out what the hell he thinks he knows."

With that decision made, I turned my attention back to preparing dinner, chopping vegetables, and seasoning meat with a newfound sense of purpose. The sizzle of onions hitting the pan and the aroma of garlic filling the air helped ground me in the present moment, temporarily pushing aside the unease lingering in the back of my mind.

Just as I was breading the last piece of chicken, my phone buzzed on the counter. Glancing at the screen, I saw it was Asher calling. I wasn't in the mood for company, especially not tonight.

"Hey, man," I answered, trying to sound casual. "Just whipping up some fried chicken. Thought I'd treat myself after a long day."

Asher chuckled on the other end. "Well, you know I'm always down for some of your famous cooking. Maybe I'll swing by later, grab a plate?"

"Nah, man, I'm actually pretty beat tonight," I said, rubbing my temples. "Why don't I bring you some leftovers tomorrow instead?"

There was a pause, and for a second, I worried I had offended him. But then Asher laughed. "Alright, alright. You rest up, Noah. I totally understand, bro."

We chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. I felt a twinge of guilt for not being more welcoming, but I just wasn't in the mood. After finishing my plate, I carried it to the sink, washing the dishes with a sigh.

Once the kitchen was spotless, I shed my clothes erratically, letting them fall wherever they landed. Naked, I padded over to my bedroom, slipping between the cool sheets of my bed. Flipping through the channels on the TV, I found a mindless sitcom that would help me unwind.

A text notification lit up my phone screen, drawing my attention. It was from Jason, a surprise given how long it had been since we last spoke. "You home?" his message read, simple and direct.

I hesitated momentarily, wondering what could have encouraged him to reach out after he ghosted me. I kind of thought he was upset with me or something. Still, seeing his name on my screen stirred up a mix of nostalgia and curiosity.

I typed out a quick reply, "Yeah, I'm here. What's up?" and hit send, my thumb hovering over the button as I considered the possibilities. Whatever Jason wanted, it must be important enough for him to break his silence.

Startled by the sudden knock at my door, causing me to jump up from the bed. I hastily put on my boxers, the fabric clinging to my skin as I hurried to answer it. After taking a deep breath, I swung open the door.

Standing there with a cocky grin was none other than Jason, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's up, my boy?" he asked, his tone casual despite the unannounced visit.

My initial shock gave way to a mix of emotions - relief that it was only Jason, apprehension about why he was here, and a flicker of excitement at the prospect of reconnecting with my old friend. "Uh, hey," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Come on in."

Jason stepped inside, inhaling deeply. "Damn, it smells good in here! What did you cook?" He looked around my apartment appreciatively.

I closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment. "Just some fried chicken and sides. Figured I deserved a cheat meal after the week I've had."

I raised an eyebrow, studying Jason's expression. "So, what brings you here after ignoring my text for a week? I figured you were mad at me or something."

Jason chuckled, "Busy, bro. You know how it is." My voice tinged with annoyance. "Busy? Stop the bullshi…” Before I could finish, his hand came swinging around, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp. "Ow!" I protested, glaring at him. "Don't do that!"

Jason just grinned wider, seemingly amused by my reaction. "Oh, so you're mad at me now?" He asked, his tone playful and a bit seductive.

Without waiting for a response, he grasped my chin firmly, tilting my face up to meet his intense gaze. "Get on your knees," he commanded, his brown eyes boring into mine with an undeniable demand.

I obeyed silently, dropping to my knees before him. His commanding presence left no room for argument. "Take my clothes off," Jason instructed, his voice low and authoritative.

Eager to please him, I began stripping away his layers, my fingers fumbling slightly in my haste. But then he stopped me, placing a firm hand on my wrist. "Slowly," he corrected, his eyes never leaving mine.

Taking a deep breath, I slowed my movements, savoring each inch of skin revealed as I peeled away his shirt. My hands traced the contours of his chest, feeling the heat emanating from his body. As I reached for his belt, Jason let out a soft groan of approval, encouraging me to continue.

Slowly, I unbuckled his belt, letting it slide free with a soft clink. Next, I worked on the buttons of his jeans, popping them open one by one until the zipper could descend. With a gentle tug, I pulled the denim down his muscular thighs, exposing his boxer briefs.

Jason's erection strained against the fabric, already visibly impressive. I licked my lips, my gaze drawn to the growing bulge. Reaching out, I hooked my fingers under the waistband and slowly dragged it down, freeing his thick cock from its confines.

It sprang forth and hit me on the chin, standing proud and hard, the tip glistening with precum. I wrapped my hand around the base and admired its size and heat. Leaning in closer, I breathed in the musky marijuana scent of him, my tongue darting out to taste the salty drop at the tip.

As I savored the taste of his cockhead, Jason's hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me to look up at him. His eyes locked onto mine, dark with lust and control.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice husky. "Open your mouth."

I parted my lips obediently, preparing for the invasion. Jason didn't hesitate, slowly pushing his massive length past my lips. Eight inches of hot, hard flesh slid into my mouth, stretching my jaw wide. The foreskin glided back effortlessly, allowing me to take every thick inch.

As he bottomed out, I felt the ridges of his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat. A gag reflex kicked in, but I fought it, determined not to disappoint him. I relaxed my throat, swallowing around his thickness, hoping to prove I could handle him.

Jason held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of him. Then, with a low grunt, he began to move, thrusting in and out of my mouth with deliberate slowness. Each withdrawal left only the tip teasing my lips before plunging back in, filling me completely once again.

The velvety glide of his foreskin was intoxicating, providing a perfect balance of friction and smoothness. I could feel the pulsing heat of his cock throbbing against my tongue, the musky aroma of his arousal growing stronger with each pass.

Jason set a steady rhythm, his hips rolling in a sensual dance as he fucked my face. I surrendered to his pace, letting him use me for his pleasure. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with the precum coating his shaft.

Jason's filthy words spurred me on, igniting a fire within me. I wanted to please him, to make him lose control. Gathering my resolve, I doubled my efforts, sucking harder and bobbing faster.

My tongue swirled around his length, tracing the prominent veins and teasing the sensitive underside. I hollowed my cheeks, creating a tight suction that had Jason groaning above me. His grip tightened in my hair, guiding my movements with increasing urgency.

"That's it, bro," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Take it deeper; let me feel those lips wrapped around my dick."

I complied eagerly, relaxing my throat and pushing forward until my nose nestled in his pubic hair. The head of his cock lodged in my esophagus, making me choke and sputter.

“Look up at me," Jason demanded, his voice rough with desire. I tilted my head back, meeting his intense gaze as his cock was deep down my throat. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, determined to maintain eye contact.

As I looked up at Jason, he asked, "You mad at me?" I shook my head vigorously, conveying my answer through frantic nods. Aggressively, he smacks me across the face, the force of the blow rocking me a little.

"Are you mad at me?" Jason repeated, his tone harsher this time. Again, I shook my head no, trying to convey my obedience.

But instead of believing me, he slapped me again across the face, the sting sending shockwaves through my body. Dazed, I blinked up at him, my vision blurry with tears.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched my reaction. "Good boy," he praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. With a cruel smirk, Jason ordered, "Suck on these nuts," I complied, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft as he withdrew slightly.

Jason's balls were heavy and swollen with arousal, drawing my attention to their weight and heat. I wrapped my lips around one, suckling gently as my tongue danced across the sensitive skin.

"Mmmph...good boy," he praised, his hands gripping my hair tighter. I released his testicle with a pop, giving the other a similar treatment before looking up at him again.

His expression was a mask of lust, eyes blazing with a hunger that made my heart race. Jason thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock back into my mouth. I gagged around him, the sudden intrusion making stars burst behind my eyelids.

"Don't stop," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Slap that big dick on your tongue."

Obediently, I extended my tongue, flattening it against the underside of his shaft as he rocked into my face.

Jason gripped my head firmly, using me like a toy for his pleasure. He began to piston in and out of my mouth with ruthless abandon, fucking my face with a ferocity that bordered on violence.

Each brutal thrust sent vibrations through my skull, and my nose pressed against his pelvis. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mingling with the drool leaking from the corners of my stretched lips. But I didn't dare pull away, too mesmerized by the primal display of dominance.

"Take it, bitch," Jason snarled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Show me how much you love this dick."

He picked up speed, slamming into me with unbridled intensity. My jaw ached, my lips raw and bruised, but still, I sucked and slurped, desperate to please him.

“Go to your room,” he says with an urging tone. I rushed to my bedroom, my mind racing with anticipation. Grabbing the lube from my nightstand, I frantically slicked up my fingers, preparing my hole for what was to come.

Jason stormed in before I could even catch my breath, his muscular frame filling the doorway. "Face down, ass up, motherfucker!" he barked, his voice commanding and demanding.

Without hesitation, I flipped onto my stomach and presented my exposed rear to him. The cool air hit my slicken crack, making me shiver with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Jason loomed over me, his shadow falling across my body. I felt his hot breath on my skin as he leaned in close, his cock hard and throbbing against my ass.

"You're gonna take every inch of this fat dick, understand?" Jason says as he positioned himself between my spread thighs, the tip of his cock nudging insistently at my entrance.

I answered him, shuddering and whimpering, “Yes, sir.” I could feel the heat emanating from him, the promise of pleasure and pain intertwined.

With a swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt. A sharp cry escaped my lips as he stretched me open, the sensation overwhelming. Jason paused for a moment, savoring the tightness of my hole around his girth.

Then, he began to move, withdrawing until just the head remained inside before slamming back in. Each brutal stroke sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through my veins, my body instinctively clenching around him.

"Fucking take that dick!" Jason growled, punctuating his words with particularly vicious thrusts. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked like punk ass bitch!"

Each degrading term sent a thrill straight to my core. As he pounded into me relentlessly, he pressed down on the small of my back, forcing me to arch it and present my ass further.

"Yessss, that's it, you nasty bitch! Take this dick like faggot!" he snarled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I'm going to ruin this tight ass, make you mine forever!" He drills more profoundly into my ass.

His hands roamed my body, pinching and squeezing, leaving fire trails in their wake. The combination of the intense anal penetration and his rough handling pushed me closer to the edge, my orgasm building rapidly.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Jason grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Gonna fill this pussy up, you fucking slut."

"Hold off, don't you dare cum yet," Jason commanded, his voice a low growl. Before I could respond, he suddenly flipped me over onto my back, the abrupt change in position leaving me momentarily dazed.

But there was no time to recover as he swiftly repositioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance once more. With a fierce grunt, he plunged back inside, stretching me wide open.

As he began to pound into me with renewed energy, Jason's large hands closed around my neck, applying pressure that made it difficult to breathe. Panic flared for a split second, but it was swiftly overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through my body.

Despite the lack of oxygen, the sensation of being choked while simultaneously impaled on his massive cock was indescribably erotic.

"Bust that nut, Noah," Jason rasped, his grip tightening around my throat as he continued to slam into me ruthlessly. "Bust that fucking nut all over yourself." The words were barely intelligible, but the urgency behind them sent a surge of electricity through my entire being.

 

[MastiffNutz]

As if triggered by his command, my own climax ripped through me with unbridled force. Ropes of cum spattered onto his arm, but he barely noticed. My vision blurred, and my body convulsed wildly beneath him, waves of ecstasy crashing over me in relentless succession.

Through it all, Jason continued to pump into me, and each thrust drove him deeper as he chased his own release. The hand around my neck remained firmly in place, restricting my airflow to mere gasps.

Even as I came undone, Jason showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, he seemed spurred on by my climax, his hips pistoning faster, driving his cock impossibly deep.

Jason's pace became increasingly frantic as he neared his peak, his thick cock driving into me with ruthless precision. "I'm gonna fucking cum deep inside you, Noah," he growled, his voice strained with exertion. "Say you love this big dick!"

The demand was intense, but I managed to stammer out a response, my words barely audible between ragged breaths. "I... I love it so much..."

At my admission, Jason relaxed his grip slightly around my neck, allowing me to draw in a few precious breaths. But the reprieve was fleeting as he quickly regained his rhythm, relentless in his pursuit of satisfaction.

"Fuck! I'm so close, Noah," he warned, his voice strained with impending release. "Gonna fill your tight ass up." He continued to ravage me missionary-style, his massive cock plunging into my spent hole with relentless intensity. My body felt like a limp ragdoll, helpless and yielding to the relentless force of his pounding.

With a final guttural roar, Jason finally hit his peak, his cock throbbing violently as he emptied himself deep inside my stretched hole. "Fuuuck, yes! Take it all, you filthy slut!" he growled, his voice echoing off the walls as loads of his hot seed flooded my insides.

As the last spurts subsided, Jason collapsed beside me on the bed, his chest heaving with exertion. Though his grip on my throat had unwound, his fingers lingered, occasionally brushing against my skin with a possessive touch.

"Damn, p-pretty amazing, huh?" he panted, still catching his breath. Despite the exhaustion etched on his features, a triumphant grin spread across his face. "I mean, who knew you'd take my fat dick so well this time? You're a natural cumdump, bro."

I lay there panting heavily, feeling utterly wrecked and satisfied in equal measure. Jason's words, though crude, brought a small smile to my lips. It was true; our encounter had exceeded my expectations in every way.

As we caught our breath, Jason rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand while the other lazily trailed along my sweat-drenched torso. "So, are you still mad at me?" he murmured, his brown eyes glistening with mischief.

I shook my head, a weak smile playing on my lips. "Nah, I ain't mad no more," I replied, my voice hoarse from the intense session.

With a smirk, Jason reached down and scooped some of the leftover semen from my chin. Before I could react, he pushed his finger past my lips, letting me taste the salty essence of our shared pleasure. "Look at you, such a nasty bitch," he teased, his eyes locked onto mine as laughter rumbled in his chest.

A mischievous glint entered my eye as I leaned in, pretending to scoop up another load of cum from my chest. I held it up, taunting Jason with the offer. "Are you a little thirsty?"

His expression darkened, a warning flicker in his gaze. "Noah, don't even think about it. Please don't make me beat your ass right now," he growled, his tone firm but playful.

I couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, finding the threat endearing despite its rough edge. Shaking my head, I wiped the imaginary offering back onto my skin. "Nah, I'm just playing. Gotta go scrub all this mess off me."

On unsteady legs, I stood up, my body still tingling from the intense fuck. Bending over, I wrapped my fingers around Jason's semi-hard dick, slowly pulling back his foreskin to reveal the sensitive crown once more.

I leaned in, pressing my lips against the velvety head in a tender kiss. Jason let out a soft twitch, his cock responding to the delicate contact. "Mmm, you taste so good, too," I whispered before straightening up.

"I'm going to hop in the shower real quick," I announced, already heading towards the bathroom. Over my shoulder, I said, "Be right back, bro." Jason simply nodded, a contented smile on his face as he watched me leave.

The warm spray of water cascaded over my skin as I stepped under the showerhead, washing away the remnants of our passionate encounter. Just as I was about to reach for the shampoo, Jason's voice echoed through the bathroom.

"I'm crashing here tonight, bro," he declared, his words carrying a sense of permanence.

A small thrill ran through me at the prospect of having him stay over. I continued to bathe, finishing up in about 15 minutes. Turning off the water, I stepped out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist as I made my way back to the bedroom. Jason was already lying on his back, hands behind his head, fast asleep.

My gaze drifted over Jason's peaceful form as I dried off, taking in the sight of his naked body sprawled across the sheets. His cock, now soft and flaccid, rested on his right thigh, the gentle rise and fall of his chest the only indication of his slumbering state.

Once I finished drying off, I tossed the towel aside and padded quietly out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, I pulled open the fridge door and retrieved a carton of orange juice, pouring myself a glass. As I drank directly from the container, I couldn't help but reflect on how far our friendship had come.

The thought sent a pleasant shiver down my spine, and I found myself grinning as I slipped back into the bedroom. My eyes landed on Jason once more, and his relaxed features and vulnerable pose ignited a spark of mischief within me. The idea of restraining him, of claiming power over his sleepy form, took root in my mind.

Without disturbing him, I crept over to my closet and began rummaging through the contents, searching for anything that might serve as makeshift restraints. My fingers brushed against a silk scarf, and I grinned, envisioning the possibilities. I added it to my growing collection, tossing in a pair of leather cuffs and closing the door softly.

Retreating to Jason's side, I carefully slid in beside him, my heart racing with anticipation. I trailed a finger down his arm, watching as his eyelids fluttered open and closed. "Hey, bro," I murmured, my voice low and husky.

With deliberate movements, I secured Jason's wrists to the headboard using the leather cuffs and silk scarf, making sure they were snug but not painful. His breathing remained steady, oblivious to the subtle bondage.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his in a soft, exploratory kiss. The sensation sent a jolt through me, and I lingered for a moment before trailing my mouth down his chest. I circled one nipple with my tongue, feeling it pucker in response. Encouraged, I lavished attention on both, teasing the sensitive nubs until they hardened into peaks.

My hand continued its descent, skimming over his stomach and coming to rest on the base of his cock. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it stir against my palm.

As I knelt between Jason's spread thighs, I admired the sight of his slackened body, his breaths shallow and even. My focus shifted to his feet, those perfect, dainty toes that had always captivated me. I reached out, tracing the curves of each digit with my fingertips, relishing the softness.

Gently, I parted his toes, exposing the delicate webbing between them. A bead of precum glistened at the tip of his cock, and I felt a surge of desire. But for now, I was content to worship his feet, to show him just how much I adored every inch of him, even in slumber.

Unable to resist, I brought his foot to my mouth, running my tongue along each toe before suckling gently. The taste of his skin, slightly salty from sweat, filled my senses. As I lavished attention on his toes, I watched in fascination as his cock twitched and began to harden, rising steadily towards full mast despite his sleeping state.

Emboldened, I released his foot and moved further up his leg, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh. My fingers wrapped around the base of his erection, giving it a firm stroke as I licked a slow, wet stripe from root to tip. The musky scent of his arousal mingled with the lingering aroma of sex from earlier, creating an intoxicating perfume that made my head spin with desire.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the sensitive crown. I savored the weight of him on my tongue, the heat of his flesh against my lips. Slowly, I sank lower, taking him deeper into my mouth until the tip nudged the back of my throat.

I set a steady rhythm, bobbing my head up and down his length, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. Each pass of my tongue elicited a twitch from his cock, a sign of his growing arousal despite his unconscious state. Saliva dripped down my chin as I lost myself in the act of pleasuring him, driven by a primal need to claim and possess.

Jason’s head was already slick with pre-cum. I positioned myself, aligning his thick shaft with my hole, and slowly lowered myself onto him.

The initial stretch was intense, his size forcing my muscles to accommodate him inch by inch once again. I paused, letting my body adjust to the intrusion, savoring the fullness he provided. Once I'd acclimated, I began to rock my hips, setting a leisurely pace as I rode him.

Each downward thrust buried him deeper inside me, the drag of his veiny cock against my inner walls sending sparks of pleasure through my nerves. I braced my hands on his chest, using the leverage to bounce with increasing enthusiasm, my moans muffled by the sweat-dampened air between us.

As I picked up speed, riding Jason with abandon, I felt his body tense beneath mine. His eyes fluttered open wide with shock and disbelief. "Wha...what the fuck?" he stammered, his voice hoarse.

I froze for a second, then continued riding him slowly. His gaze locked onto mine, a mix of confusion, arousal, and something deeper—something that hinted at a long-buried connection rekindling.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. "I couldn't help myself. You want me to stop?" I trailed off, unsure how to proceed, waiting for him to process the situation and react.

Jason's brow furrowed as he processed the situation, his mind still hazy from sleep. "Hold up, you got me tied up here," he said, his tone a mix of confusion and mild alarm. Despite the restraints, there was no real fear in his eyes, only curiosity and a hint of intrigue.

I maintained my slow, sensual pace, savoring the feel of him deep inside me. "Yes, let's try something new," I purred, my voice dripping with desire. I leaned down, brushing my lips against his ear. "Do you want me to stop?" I breathed, my words hot against his skin.

Jason swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Nah, don't stop," he murmured, his resistance melting away under the intensity of our connection. "Fuck, this is crazy..."

Embracing the madness, I increased my tempo, riding Jason with reckless abandon. His hands, bound above his head, could only grip the restraints as he surrendered to the sensations I evoked within him.

"Shit, you're so deep," he groaned, his hips bucking upward instinctively to meet my downward thrusts. "Feels like you're milking my shit."

I bit my lip, stifling a moan at the filthy words spilling from his mouth. "Mmm, maybe I am," I replied, my own arousal building with each passing moment. "You like that, don't you? Being taken like this?"

Jason's eyes flashed with a feral gleam. "Fuck yeah, I love it. Don't ever stop."

Encouraged by his response, I reached behind me to fondle my own ass, squeezing the cheeks and pulling them apart to expose my puckered hole to Jason's view. "Look at me," I commanded, my voice husky with lust. "See your big dick running through me."

Jason's gaze dropped to where we were joined, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his thick cock disappearing into my tight rear passage. "Damn, you're so fucking tight," he rasped, his breath coming in short gasps. "It feels like your ass is gripping me, trying to keep me inside."

I grinned wickedly, reveling in the power I held over him. "That's because it wants to milk every last drop of cum from you," I teased, my hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind. "And I intend to do just that."

My movements became more frenzied, my ass clenching around Jason's throbbing shaft as I chased my impending climax. Sweat glistened on our entwined bodies, the air heavy with the scent of sex and desperation.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jason panted, his abs flexing as he strained against the ropes binding him. "Don't stop, Noah, make me cum!"

I doubled my efforts, slamming myself down onto him with reckless abandon, my orgasm building like a tidal wave threatening to crash over me. "Give it to me," I demanded, my voice raw with need. "Fill me up with your hot load!"

"You like it when I ride this dick?" I taunted, grinding my hips in a circular motion, taking him even deeper than before.

Jason let out a rough moan, his head falling back against the pillow. "Goddamn right I do!" he exclaimed, his voice strained with pleasure. "Ride it harder, Noah! Show me what that tight little ass can do!"

Encouraged by his motivation, I bounced on his lap with renewed passion, my nails raking down his chest as I sought my release. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity coursing through my veins, my balls tightening as I neared the brink.

"You gonna cum for me, Jason?" I panted, my rhythm faltering slightly as my climax approached. "Gonna fill me up like the slutty little bitch I am?"

Jason's eyes blazed with a primal hunger at my words, his hips surging upward to meet my descending thrusts. "Yeah, you're such a dirty whore," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "Take it all, you needy little cumslut!"

The degrading insults pushed me closer to the edge, my prostate tingling as Jason's cockhead rubbed against it with each powerful thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, ready to erupt like a volcano.

"Fucking take me!" I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my impending release. "Make me cum on your big fat dick!"

Our cries of euphoria mingled in the air as we both reached our peak simultaneously. Jason's cock twitched inside me, pumping me full of his hot seed as I spilled my own load between us, painting our sweat-slicked bodies with my essence.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Jason chanted, his voice ragged with exertion. "Milking me dry... Fucking hell!"

I collapsed against his chest, my own moans tapering off into satisfied sighs. "So good," I mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Love feeling you cum inside me..."

We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our intense coupling. Jason's heart raced beneath me, gradually slowing as the adrenaline ebbed from our systems.

"That was some wild shit," he finally said, breaking the silence. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I began to rock my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"What are you doing, bro?" Jason asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and apprehension. I smirked, enjoying the way his body responded to my touch.

"Oh, nothing. I’m just making sure I got it all," I purred, picking up speed as I rode him. Jason's back arched, his toes curling as I targeted his sensitive cock.

"Noah, don't start this shit!" he pleaded, but his pleas only served to fuel my desire. “Did you get my text?” I asked, playfully teasing him, referring to him ghosting me.

Jason's brow furrowed in confusion as I continued to ride him, moving my hips in a circular motion. "Huh?"

I paused, hovering above him with a sly grin. "Did you get my text?"

He blinked, clearly not following the train of thought. "What text, bro?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about."

Jason looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and growing unease. "Then why are you asking me that now?"

I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. "Because I'm going to keep riding this dick until you remember, that's why." With that, I resumed my pace, determined to wear him down with post-orgasmic pleasure until he recalled.

Jason's breathing grew ragged as I continued to ride him, his body tensing with each thrust. Despite his verbal protests, I could see the pleasure etched on his face, his eyelids fluttering shut in bliss.

"Fuck, Noah, stop! If you don't quit, I swear..." he trailed off, his threat losing steam as he bucked his hips up to meet mine.

I smiled to myself, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. "Oh, come on, Jason. You know you love this," I teased, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. "Admit it, you've been craving my tight hole ever since I left town."

His response was a strangled groan, his fingers digging into my thighs as he tried to control his rising arousal. "Shut up, you fucking asshole!"

I kept riding him relentlessly, ignoring his halfhearted threats and pleas. "Come on, Jason. Think hard," I coaxed, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "Did you get my text?"

He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure even as his body betrayed him. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"

I leaned in close again, my lips brushing against his ear. "Think really carefully now. I'll untie you once you remember." My hips rolled in a slow, deliberate circle, eliciting a shuddering gasp from his lips.

"Goddamn it, Noah!" Jason snarled, his fingers tightening their grip on my waist. "If you don't stop, I swear I'll—"

—but before he could finish, a sudden flash of recognition crossed his features. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped open in realization.

"Yes… Yes… I got the fucking text! I just forgot to text you back, bro," he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush.

I grinned triumphantly, continuing to ride him with reanimate vitality. "That's right, Jase. You totally ghosted me, and I only wanted to make sure you were alright."

Jason let out a defeated groan, his body relaxing under mine as he surrendered to the inevitable. "Fine, okay? I remember now. Can you please just...fuck, can you stop already?"

“Say sorry,” I slowed my pace slightly, giving Jason a moment to catch his breath. But instead of apologizing, he simply glared up at me, his expression defiant.

"I said, 'Say sorry'!" I demanded, my voice firm but playful. "You know you owe me one after ghosting me like that."

Jason's mouth twisted into a scowl. "Fuck you, Noah. I ain't apologizing for nothin'. When I break out of these restraints, I’m gonna beat your ass!"

I raised an eyebrow, amused by his stubbornness. "Oh really? Did I hear you correctly? You want some more ass?"

Picking up speed again, my ass bouncing in a relentless rhythm. Jason's eyes flew wide, a pained grunt escaping his lips as he struggled to adjust to the sudden intensity.

Jason's face squirmed in a mask of strained pleasure while laughing, his hips bucking wildly to meet my increasingly brutal pace. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, leaking precum in anticipation of his impending release.

"If you don't stop right now, I swear to God—!" he choked out between gasps, but his threats lacked conviction, replaced by desperate moans of ecstasy.

I ignored his empty threats, focusing solely on the task at hand – breaking through his stubborn resistance. "Say sorry, Jason. Say you're sorry for leaving me hanging."

"No way in hell!" he spat, but the emphasis in his voice wavered, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure.

 

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I smirked, picking up speed even further. "Then I guess you deserve everything you get." As I continued to ride him mercilessly, Jason's verbal struggles intensified, his voice hoarse from shouting futile demands for mercy.

"Let me go, damn it! Untie me, you son of a bitch!" he roared, straining against the restraints with all his might. But despite his efforts, he remained securely bound, unable to escape the unrelenting assault on his fat, sensitive cock.

As Jason neared the brink of climax, his body began to convulse uncontrollably, his limbs flailing and twisting in ways he couldn't control. His head whipped from side to side, his hair flying wildly as he let out a string of incoherent screams and curses.

"Ah, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" he chanted, his voice rising to a frenzied pitch as the first waves of orgasm crashed over him.

Jason's entire body seized up in a violent spasm as the force of his climax hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed and throbbed within me, unleashing a torrent of hot, sticky cum that filled me to the brim.

"Ahhhh, shit! Oh Noah, oh fuck!" he howled, his voice cracking as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure. His hips jerked erratically, grinding against mine as he emptied himself completely inside me.

Despite his earlier protests, as the aftershocks subsided, Jason's voice emerged, weak and trembling. "Sorry... Sorry, Noah... So sorry..."

Each apology tumbled from his lips rapidly, punctuated by shallow gasps for air. His chest heaved, sweat dripping down his face as he rode out the final tremors of his climax.

I smiled smugly, relishing the power I held over him. "That's better," I purred, slowing my movements to a gentle, teasing glide.

Finally, spent and exhausted, Jason’s restraints still intact. His eyes fluttered closed, a look of profound satisfaction washing over his features.

I slowed my pace a little further to a passive role, savoring the warm, slick sensation of Jason's softening cock inside me; I reached for the restraints binding his wrists. I quickly untied them, releasing his arms to fall limp at his sides.

Jason let out a contented sigh, his eyelids heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. However, as the last vestiges of pleasure faded, his body began to twitch with residual spasms, each one sending a shiver through his frame.

"Please, Noah..." he whispered, his voice a husky plea. "Give me a minute, okay? Just need to...catch my breath."

I paused, hovering above him, my gaze locked onto his flushed face. A small, indulgent smile played on my lips.

I slid off Jason, our bodies separating with a soft, wet sound. I lay down beside him, propping my head on my elbow to observe him in the dim light. Jason's chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm as he struggled to regain his composure.

His skin felt impossibly sensitive under my fingertips as I trailed them lightly across his torso, tracing the contours of his muscles. Even his toes, curled tightly into the sheets, seemed to quiver at my touch.

"You're so responsive," I mumbled, admiring how his body reacted to the slightest stimulation. "It's almost as if you're still coming down from a high."

Jason let out a shaky laugh, his brown eyes meeting mine with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. "I never felt like this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Like every fucking nerve ending is on fire," Jason continued, his words trailing off into a soft groan as I gently massaged his inner thigh. "Every touch feels electric."

A low, amused chuckle escaped my lips as I rose from the bed, my naked form gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. I padded over to the bathroom, grabbing a plush towel on the way back.

Returning to the bedroom, I knelt between Jason's legs, carefully wiping away the remnants of our passion. My fingers brushed against his sensitive, softening cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

"Easy there," I teased, giving the tip a playful flick with my thumb. "Damn, Jase, you’re dick still sensitive?"

Jason's response was a low, guttural moan as my touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him. "Mmm, fuck yeah, bro," he breathed, his voice thick with desire even in his weakened state.

As I finished cleaning him up, I tossed the towel aside and slipped back into bed, pulling Jason's limp arm around me to snuggle close. His embrace was uncharacteristically tender, his fingers curling possessively around my waist.

In the aftermath of our passionate encounter, we lay there in comfortable silence. Jason's ragged breathing gradually evened out, and soon, his eyes drifted shut, a contented smile playing on his lips. Despite the late hour, sleep claimed him swiftly; his body relaxed and at ease in my arms.

I gazed down at Jason's peaceful slumber; my attention was drawn to his feet resting on mine. His toes remained tightly curled, a lingering testament to the intense sensations he'd experienced.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I reflected on how thoroughly I'd pushed him to the edge and beyond. Satisfied with the knowledge that I'd left my mark on him, both physically and emotionally, I let my own eyelids drift shut.

Our bodies entwined in the quiet darkness of the room, a sense of contentment washed over me. For tonight, at least, the world outside these walls receded, and all that mattered was the warmth of Jason's embrace and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept.

 

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You wanted Jason back, so I brought him to you. He makes me cum every time!

 

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Noah (Main Character)

Asher

Ethan

Jason

Grayson

Mateo

Connor

- THESE ARE THE CHARACTERS SO FAR

 

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Chapter 6 is on the way

 

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Connor

- THESE ARE THE CHARACTERS SO FAR

These images are so accurate to the characters. Great job!

 

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These images are so accurate to the characters. Great job!

Thank you!

 

[angelyo]

Thank you!

Man, you are an amazing writer. I edged and had precum reading it. Came like crazy too. Love this.