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

[JackPhilip]

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."

I don't have enough free time to sit and read all of this.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 8

Just as I leaned in to wrap my lips around Mateo's throbbing cock, a sudden knock at the door startled us both. We sprang apart, scrambling to throw on some clothes as quickly as possible.

By the time I opened the door, Mateo had already put on his pants and shoes, leaving his chest bare. I wore only a pair of boxers, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

Standing on the other side of the threshold was none other than Mateo's girlfriend, Elena. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her chubby face. Her dark eyes narrowed as she took in the scene before her, her full lips pursed in a disapproving line.

"Well, well, well... looks like I caught you two in the middle of something," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Mateo and I exchanged nervous glances, unsure how to respond to Elena's accusatory tone. She seemed to be scanning the living room, expecting to find hidden evidence of infidelity.

"So, where are y'all hiding the bitches?" she pressed, her voice rising in agitation. Mateo and I looked at each other again, equally perplexed by her question.

"Oh, y'all trying to play dumb?" Elena sneered, her gaze boring into us. "I know you're not innocent, Mateo. And I sure as hell don't believe this wannabe pretty boy hasn't gotten his fair share of pussy either."

She stepped closer, her hips swaying with each stride. "Let's cut the crap, shall we? I want answers, and I want them now. Who did y'all bring home last night?"

Mateo and I burst out laughing at Elena's accusations, our earlier tension dissipating into mirth. "Girl, please," I choked out between giggles. "We didn't bring any bitches back here last night."

Elena's face reddened with anger, but I could see the confusion in her eyes. "Then why aren't you answering my calls, Mateo?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her ample chest.

Mateo held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Sorry, babe. I was totally knocked out when you called. I didn't even hear my phone ringing."

He wrapped his arms around Elena, pulling her close as he kissed her neck. His softening morning wood nestled against her hip, clearly attempting to win her over with physical affection.

"You're so sexy when you're mad," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Let's go home so I can show you how much you turn me on, mi amor."

Elena's expression softened, her anger melting away under Mateo's charms. She looped her arms around his neck, leaning into his embrace.

"I suppose I can forgive you this time," she purred, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "But don't think you're off the hook that easily, cabrón."

As they started to head towards the door, exchanging heated whispers, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Uhh, okay then, you two lovebirds."

I watched as Mateo and Elena made their way to the door, their bodies pressed intimately together. They exchanged heated whispers, no doubt plotting their next move.

Once they were gone, I sighed deeply, shaking my head in amusement. "Well, that was entertaining," I remarked to myself, heading back to the couch to grab my abandoned orange juice.

Just as I sat down, my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Asher. 'Hey man, can you take us to work? Ethan and I need a ride to work because we’re having car trouble?' it read. I grinned, realizing it was the perfect opportunity to clear my head and start my day.

"Sure, bro, I’ll be there in a second," I replied while downing the last of my orange juice. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my keys, and stepped out the door.

As I approached my car, I spotted Connor leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. He eyed me suspiciously as I drew near.

"Well, damn, you waiting for me now?" I quipped, unable to resist a jab at his expense.

Connor scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Bitch, don't flatter yourself. Stop being weird, faggot," he retorted, his tone laced with derision.

Unfazed by his homophobic remark, I continued my approach, weaving between the parked cars. "I'm going to have to teach you my name," I said with a smirk, my voice low and confident. Connor raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my bold statement.

"And how the fuck are you going to do that?" he asked skeptically, his tone laced with disdain as he looked around to ensure nobody was watching us.

I took a step closer, invading his personal space without apology. Leaning in, I reached out and boldly grasped the front of his jeans, my fingers brushing against the hard bulge beneath.

"There are many ways," I whispered huskily, my breath hot against his ear.

With that, I pulled back and opened the driver's side door of my car, sliding into the seat. As I settled in, I shot Connor a sly grin over my shoulder before starting the engine and driving off, leaving him standing alone.

Upon arriving at Asher and Ethan's condo, I knocked on the door, and Ethan answered. "Oh hey, are you here to take us to work?" he asked, his tone friendly and casual. "I just need to put on my shoes and do my hair."

"No problem, bro. Take your time," I replied, smiling at him. Since I didn't see Asher anywhere, I decided to head upstairs to find him and let him know I'd arrived.

Stepping into Asher's room, I was taken by surprise to find him completely butt-booty-naked, with not a stitch of clothing on his body. Yet, he seemed utterly unfazed by my sudden presence. He glanced over at me with a playful grin, then proceeded to grab and flap his flaccid penis around teasingly. "What's up, bro?"

"You like what you see?" Asher chuckled, clearly amused by his own antics. "I'm just playing; I'll be dressed in a second," he assured me, still sporting a mischievous glint in his eye.

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Um, okay, I'll be waiting," I replied, shaking my head in amusement as I backed out of the room.

As I waited downstairs, I couldn't stop grinning to myself. Asher was always full of surprises, but I couldn't help but wonder if he remembered what we did a month ago. A few minutes later, Asher emerged from his room fully clothed, ready to head out.

"You okay, dude?" he asked, noticing my still-smiling face. "Just enjoying the morning view," I teased, raising my eyebrow and looking down at his crotch.

Asher laughed, slapping me on the back. "Alright, alright, enough. Let's get moving so we're not late for our shifts."

After Asher and I finished bantering, we headed out of the condo. The short drive to the workplace passed quickly, filled with easy chatter and laughter. Once we arrived, I pulled over, and the two of them got out, waving goodbye before hurrying inside.

Sitting back in my seat, I checked my phone and saw I had a missed call from my cousin Tyler. Curious, I dialed him back, and he picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, cuz, what's up?" I asked, leaning back in the driver's seat.

"What's up, cuz? Got a favor to ask. Could you swing by my place real quick? I need you to grab my work ID 'cause my boss is breathing down my neck about sending me home early," Tyler explained, sounding stressed.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll head there now," I promised, already putting the car in gear. "Grayson must be working today?" I wondered, curious about why he wouldn’t be able to help.

"He doesn't work today; I think he's home. I've been trying to get in touch with him, but he's probably just sleeping," Tyler said with a soft chuckle.

After ending the call, I made my way to Tyler's apartment complex, parking in the front of the building. Grabbing the spare key from my keychain, I let myself in and headed straight for Tyler's bedroom.

The ID was exactly where he said it would be—sitting atop his nightstand. I picked it up, quickly glancing to ensure I had the right one, and then tucked it safely into my pocket. As I turned to leave, my gaze fell upon a familiar figure huddled under the covers.

Grayson is fast asleep and looking even more adorable than usual. His slender form is curled up in a peaceful slumber.

I approached Grayson's bedside gently, kneeling down beside him. Reaching out, I tenderly brushed some stray locks of his soft brown hair away from his face, letting my fingers linger against his smooth skin. With a gentle nudge, I pressed my palm against his shoulder, applying soft pressure to rouse him from sleep.

"Hey, Grayson... Wake up," I whispered, my voice barely audible above a murmur. I gave his head a slight tug, hoping the gentle motion would coax him awake without startling him too much.

As I waited for him to stir, I took in the sight of him - his delicate features softened by slumber, his chest rising and falling with each quiet breath. Grayson looked undeniably alluring while he slept, allowing me to appreciate the innocent beauty beneath his charming exterior.

Grayson's eyelids fluttered open, his warm brown eyes blinking slowly as he registered my presence. A sleepy smile curved his lips as he recognized me. "Oh hey, Noah, what are you doing here?" he whispered, his voice husky from sleep.

I stroked his hair soothingly, my hand resting gently on his head. "Tyler's been trying to reach you. He left his work ID here and needs it urgently. I'm just picking it up and bringing it to him."

Grayson nodded, his expression shifting from drowsiness to understanding. "Sorry, I didn't hear the phone; I was really out of it."

"It's no problem, don't worry about it," I reassured him, my thumb tracing small circles on his scalp. "I'll just drop it off to him now."

Rising to my feet, I offered Grayson a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'll definitely come back later to hang out," I assured him, my smirk hinting at the possibilities that might await us once I returned.

Grayson's grip on my hand tightened at my words, his fingers intertwining with mine. His sleepy gaze, now tinged with a seductive intensity, met mine directly. "I'm ready for you now," he murmured, his tone low and inviting.

A thrill ran through me at his bold declaration, but I played it cool, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "We'll see when I come back," I replied with a wink, already turning towards the door.

With the ID safely delivered, I made my way back to Tyler and Grayson's apartment, eager to follow up on the tantalizing promise in his eyes earlier. The drive felt longer than usual, each mile stretching out the anticipation of what lay ahead.

Pulling up outside, I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for whatever intimate encounters awaited. Despite our sporadic communication lately, it was evident that Grayson still harbored a strong attraction towards me, and I found myself equally drawn at the moment.

Entering the apartment, I used my spare key to let myself in, the silence enveloping me as I crept through the living space. Making my way to Grayson's room, I pushed open the door, expecting to find him waiting for me.

Instead, I discovered him fast asleep. I cleared my throat, attempting to rouse him. "Grayson, I'm back," I whispered, my voice carrying a note of playfulness. However, he remained lost in slumber, completely oblivious to my presence.

He lay sprawled across the mattress on his stomach; I pulled the blanket aside to reveal his twink body only in a pair of boxer briefs. One leg was slightly raised, the fabric riding up to expose more of his smooth skin.

Unable to resist the enticing view before me, I leaned over Grayson's sleeping form, my gaze drinking in every detail. The twilight streaming through the window cast an ethereal glow on his relaxed features, highlighting the subtle curves of his plumped cheeks and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

Slowly, I reached out, my fingertips grazing the exposed skin of his thigh where it met the waistband of his underwear. The softness of his flesh sent a shiver through me, stoking the flames of desire that were building up.

Admiring his unconscious state, I allowed my hand to wander higher, trailing along the inside of his thigh until I reached the edge of his boxers. Pausing for a moment, I savored the anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated the next move.

With a deliberate, almost reverent motion, I hooked my fingers into the elastic of Grayson's boxers and slowly tugged them down, exposing his bare buttocks to my hungry gaze. The sight of his flawless skin, vulnerable, filled me with a primal urge to claim and possess.

As he slept on, blissfully unaware of my perusal, I indulged in the luxury of admiring his assets without restraint. My hands roamed over the firm globes, feeling the heat emanating from them, marveling at the perfect balance of softness and definition.

Leaning closer, I breathed in the scent of his skin, a mix of fresh laundry and something uniquely Grayson that made my head spin. My tongue darted out, moistening my lips as I fought the temptation to taste him right then and there.

I pressed my mouth against Grayson's right cheek, kissing and nuzzling the supple flesh. My hands continued their exploration, kneading and squeezing the other cheek, relishing in the way it yielded to my touch.

As I lavished attention on his rear, I couldn't help but imagine the sounds of pleasure he would make if he were awake to experience this intimate worship. The thought alone sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core, making my cock twitch in anticipation.

Gradually, I worked my way around to his left cheek, peppering it with kisses and gentle bites. My fingers trailed lower, brushing against the crack of his ass before dipping between his thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there. The sensation of his warm, smooth flesh under my fingertips was intoxicating, urging me to delve deeper, to explore every inch of him.

I continued my oral assault on Grayson's perfect ass. I marveled at how deeply he seemed to be sleeping, completely oblivious to the lewd act unfolding above him. His lack of response only fueled my desire, driving me to push further, to claim him in ways he'd never experienced before.

With a final, lingering kiss on his puckered entrance, I withdrew, my mouth slick with saliva. My rigid cock throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat as I hastily shed my clothing, revealing my chiseled physique and the impressive erection straining upwards.

Reaching into Grayson's nightstand, I grabbed the lube, my fingers deftly unscrewing the cap. A dollop of the cool gel landed on my engorged member, coating it just enough to ease the impending friction.

With my cock now slick and ready, I positioned myself between Grayson's spread legs, my eyes locked onto the inviting pink pucker of his anus. Slowly, deliberately, I aligned my throbbing length with his entrance, savoring the anticipation that hung heavy in the air.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed forward, the head of my dick breaching Grayson's tight ring of muscle. He let out a soft gasp, his body tensing reflexively, but he didn't stir from his slumber. I paused, giving him a moment to adjust, before beginning to thrust in earnest.

Each slow, measured stroke sank deeper into his welcoming heat, the velvety walls of his ass gripping me so tightly.

As I settled into a steady rhythm, my hips rolling in a sensual dance, I reveled in the exquisite sensations coursing through me. Grayson's body accepted me eagerly, his inner muscles clenching and releasing with each glide of my cock.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of our coupling - the slap of skin, the wet squelch of lube and precum, and my own grunts of pleasure. I couldn't get enough of him, of the way his asshole felt wrapped around my throbbing cock.

Lost in the haze of lust, I picked up speed, my thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. I wanted to give him the fastest load, even if he was too deep in slumber to comprehend what was happening.

I plunged deeper, my thick cock hitting new depths within Grayson's tight passage; his eyes suddenly flew open, and his head popped up, looking back at me in shock. "Oh fuck, Noah!" he exclaimed, his voice hoarse with surprise and discomfort. "That's too deep... I can feel it in my stomach!"

I refused to pull out, instead choosing to let my engorged length simmer deep inside him. The sensation of his sphincter fluttering and clenching around me, trying to accommodate my intrusion, was pure ecstasy. "Shhh, relax, bro... Just let your muscles relax." I cooed, my voice a soothing murmur. "Take that dick."

Grayson's body trembled beneath me, his breathing ragged as he struggled to adjust to the intense penetration. But I could feel his resistance waning, his ass gradually loosening its grip. "You're doing great," I praised, my words dripping with approval and encouragement. "Just breathe through it. Take it all."

I held still a little longer, allowing Grayson to adjust to the foreign sensation of being so thoroughly penetrated. His ass continued to spasm and squeeze around my cock, the heat and tightness almost overwhelming. But I savored every second, knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted him.

Slowly, deliberately, I began to move again, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside him before plunging back in. The rhythmic slide of my dick in and out of his ass created a symphony of wet sounds, anal flatulence punctuated by Grayson's occasional gasps and moans.

"Fuck yeah, take it all," I growled, picking up the pace. "This is what you needed, isn't it?"

Grayson's moans grew louder, more desperate, as I pounded into him with increasing fervor. His body writhed beneath mine, trying to escape the relentless invasion, but I held him firm, pinning him down with my weight.

"That's it, bro," I panted, sweat dripping down my chest as I fucked him harder, faster. "Show me how much you need it. How much you crave this big dick in your ass."

My words seemed to spur him on, his hips bucking wildly to meet my thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Grayson's increasingly loud cries of pleasure and pain.

"You love this, don't you?" I snarled, reaching around to caress his half-hard cock. "Love feeling me split you open, claiming this tight ass."

With a primal grunt, I surged forward, driving my cock as deep as humanly possible into Grayson's willing hole. His eyes widened as I bottomed out, my heavy balls slapping against his ass cheeks.

"Buckle up… Don't run," I sneered, my voice dripping with dominance. "You're not going anywhere."

But Grayson tried to flee, scrambling away from me despite the brutal stretch of my dick buried inside him. I quickly caught up, yanking him back by his hips with a cruel laugh.

"Oh no, you don't," I spat, my grip tightening. "You're staying put and taking every inch of this dick."

Grayson whimpered, clearly torn between the urge to escape and the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly used. I knew just how to exploit that conflict.

"Come back here… Ahh, fuck you're so tight," I shouted, feeling a rush of euphoria.

Grayson's scream of pleasure-pain echoed through the room as I pulled him back, my thick cock stretching him to his limits. "Yes, oh God, YES!" he cried out, pushing himself back onto me, eager for more.

"Like that dick?" I asked my voice husky with desire.

"Oh God, yes!" Grayson gasped, his body shuddering as I drove into him again and again. "Harder, Noah! Please, harder!"

With a wicked grin, I obliged, giving him everything he asked for - and more. We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, lost in the moment, both of us chasing the exquisite high that only comes from complete surrender.

I can feel his ass clenching rhythmically around my throbbing cock as if trying to milk me for all I was worth. I could feel his inner walls rippling along my length, drawing me deeper.

"Fuck, Grayson... You feel amazing," I groaned, my fingers digging into his hips as I slammed into him.

 

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After several minutes of wild fucking, I finally managed to slow down, catching my breath as I wrapped my arms around Grayson's torso and pulled him close. We shifted into a spooning position, my hard cock still buried deep within him.

"Mmm, you feel incredible like this," I murmured, nuzzling his neck as I started to move again, this time at a leisurely pace. Each gentle thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through us both.

I focused on prolonging our intimate encounter, determined not to climax too quickly. The slower tempo allowed me to savor the sensation of Grayson's warm, welcoming body enveloping mine.

His own breathing had evened out, and he let out soft whimpers of delight each time I pushed deeper.

As we continued in the slow, sensual cadence, Grayson's voice was barely above a whisper, filled with awe and submission. "I can't believe getting fucked feels so good," he breathed, his voice tinged with wonder. "This ass is yours, Noah."

The words sent a thrill through me. I tightened my hold on him, my cock twitching inside his clenching depths. "It always has been," I purred, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "And it always will be."

I picked up the pace slightly, savoring how Grayson's body responded eagerly to my movements. His moans grew louder, more frequent, as he pushed back against me, seeking more friction.

"I’ll fill you up every day," I growled, my hips snapping forward with renewed intensity. "Make you remember who owns this sweet ass."

My hand slid down to wrap around Grayson's veiny shaft, stroking him in time with my deep, grinding thrusts. He cried out at the dual stimulation, his body tensing as pleasure mounted.

"Yes, Noah, just like that!" Grayson gasped, his head tossing from side to side. "Don't stop, please!"

I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at his desperation, my own arousal spiking in response. I pumped his shaft faster, my thumb rubbing over the sensitive head as I dug my cock even deeper into his grasping asshole.

"Going to make you cum so hard," I promised, my voice low and husky with lust. "Gonna flood this ass with my seed."

Grayson whimpered, his legs shaking as the pressure built to a crescendo. "Please, Noah... Fill me up!"

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself in the grip of Grayson's quivering warmth. "Here it comes," I grunted, my hips jerking erratically as I reached my peak.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, painting Grayson's insides with my release. I could feel it filling him up, coating his walls with my essence as I emptied myself completely.

At the same time, Grayson's orgasm hit, his body convulsing in my arms as he came undone—spurt after spurt of hot semen shot from his dick, splattering across the sheets.

We rode out the intense waves of pleasure together, our cries mingling in the air as we basked in the aftermath of our passionate coupling. Finally, spent and satisfied, I held on tightly in my embrace.

Grayson turned over to face me, and a lazy smile spread across his flushed features. "Noah, you really do know how to fuck," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. I chuckled, meeting his gaze with a wink. "Thank you, bro."

Before I could respond further, Grayson closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. Our mouths moved together hungrily, tongues tangling in a passionate dance as we explored each other's taste.

I could feel the heat of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart as we devoured one another. Grayson's hands roamed over my back, nails dragging lightly across my skin.

Breaking the kiss, we both panted heavily, chests heaving. Grayson's eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine. "You make me cum so fucking hard," he expressed, giving me one more peck on the lips.

Grayson's confession hung in the air, heavy with emotion and raw need. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "And you do the same to me."

I sealed my words with another deep, claiming kiss, pouring all my feelings into the press of our bodies. My hands slid down to cup Grayson's ass, giving the plump cheeks a firm squeeze.

We remained entwined, simply gazing into each other's eyes, lost in the intimacy of the moment. The silence stretched between us, comfortable and weighted with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Grayson spoke up, his tone thoughtful. "I guess I'm bisexual, huh?" A small, self-deprecating laugh escaped him.

I chuckled softly in response, running my fingers through his messy hair. "I guess so."

Then, his expression turned serious, and he looked at me with a hint of vulnerability. "I've never been curious until I met you, honestly," Grayson admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart swelled at his confession, and I brought his hand to my lips, placing a tender kiss on his knuckles. "I love you, bro," I said, my voice filled with warmth and understanding.

I felt a sudden awkwardness wash over me, my chest tightening as I realized I'd never uttered those three words to anyone before. Grayson's declaration had caught me off guard, leaving me struggling to find the correct response.

But then Grayson's soft and sincere voice cut through my inner turmoil. "I love you too, Noah."

His words resonated deeply within me. With a shaky breath, I pulled Grayson closer, resting my forehead against his. "I've never said it to anyone before," I confessed, my voice barely audible.

Grayson's eyes widened in surprise, yet he remained close. He smiled, his face beaming with affection. "I'm glad to see this side of you. Because I didn't know if you were really into me." Grayson leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

I quickly tried to steer the conversation away from the emotional territory we'd ventured into, feeling uncomfortably exposed. "Hey, I thought you were still seeing that girl, bro?" I asked, attempting nonchalance despite the slight tremor in my voice.

Grayson's expression softened, and he gave me a reassuring smile. "We're just friends with benefits. Nothing serious," he clarified, his tone sounding matter-of-fact.

All of a sudden the bedroom door burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat as I registered the shocked expression on my cousin Tyler's face.

"What...the...fuck!!!" Tyler sputtered, his eyes wide with disbelief as they scanned the room, landing on Grayson and me tangled together in the bed. His jaws hung open, no sound emerging from his gaping mouth.

 

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Is Noah catching feelings?
What the hell is Cousin Tyler going to do?

Chapter 9 is almost done…

 

[anntchryst]

I don't have enough free time to sit and read all of this.

then why are you in the Erotic Stories forum??

 

[angelyo]

Is Noah catching feelings?
What the hell is Cousin Tyler going to do?

Chapter 9 is almost done…

Awesome. Hopefully, he will join them….please…lol

 

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Chapter 9

Grayson and I exchanged panicked glances, our faces flushing crimson as we scrambled to cover ourselves. I yanked the sheet up to my waist while Grayson hastily grabbed the blanket, trying to conceal his nudity.

My cousin Tyler stood there, frozen in shock, his eyes darting between Grayson and me as we frantically attempted to cover our bare bodies. The silence stretched thick with tension and embarrassment.

"Tyler, dude, I can explain—" Grayson started, but his best friend cut him off, his voice rising in outrage.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?!" Tyler exclaimed, his face contorting in anger and disgust. "Seriously, you two be fucking?"

Tyler took a step forward, his expression morphing from shock to disbelief. "Hold up, y'all are gay?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

Still clutching the blanket to his chest, Grayson offered a sheepish grin. "Well, we like girls too," he added as if that somehow mitigated the situation.

The words hung in the air, and Tyler's gaze narrowed, his eyes flashing with annoyance. He held up a hand, palm facing Grayson, effectively silencing him mid-sentence. The unspoken message was clear: Shut the fuck up.

I watched, transfixed, as my usually laid-back cousin transformed before my eyes, his features hardening into an icy mask of disapproval.

"I don't even know where to begin with this," Tyler muttered, shaking his head in dismay. He let out a humorless chuckle, the sound dripping with disdain. "Fucking hell, Noah. I always sensed something different about you, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it."

"Do my aunt know you're gay?" Tyler asked bluntly, his eyes boring into mine. My stomach twisted into knots at the prospect of revealing my secret to my mom.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm bisexual, and no, no one knows."

Tyler nodded slowly, a calculating gleam entering his eye. "Okay then, let's call her and see what she thinks about this."

Panic surged through me at the suggestion; I needed to stop him immediately. I jumped out of bed and quickly slipped on my boxers while Tyler was taking out his phone.

"What the fuck, Tyler! Why would you want to do that?" I shouted in anger, scrambling to my feet and confronting Tyler.

"It's none of anybody's business who I fuck!" I yelled, my face reddening with indignation. How dare Tyler assume he had the right to expose my most intimate secrets?

He met my rage with an equally intense glare. "Fuck you! My auntie deserves to fucking know," he retorted, his voice firm and unwavering.

"No, the fuck she doesn't!" I snapped back, my fists clenching at my sides. "And I'll tell her when I'm ready because this is my motherfucking life!"

Our argument escalated, the room filling with the echoes of our raised voices. Grayson wisely kept quiet, watching the confrontation unfold with wide, apprehensive eyes.

"You think you can just out me without a second thought?" I seethed, my anger boiling over. "This isn't some game or joke, Tyler. My sexuality is a part of who I am, and I get to control how and when I share that with others."

Tyler's jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he took a step closer to me. "I caught you fucking in my house! You made this shit my business. Sorry you didn't already have this talk with my auntie, but damn it, Noah, you can't keep this from her forever.

"I appreciate your concern, really," I said, my tone heavy with sarcasm, "but I don't need you playing therapist or protector. Just respect my God damn privacy, okay?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he breathed, sounding furious and disappointed. "If you don't tell her, I will," Tyler threatened, but his words were lost in the tidal wave of emotion crashing over me.

Through gritted teeth, I managed to choke out, "I will tell her... but on my own fucking time." I felt a sob building in my throat, a tear streaming down my face.

"Because when I decide to tell her, I need to start from the beginning..."The admission spilled out, raw and painful, as another tear traced down my cheek.

"...like when her brother started abusing me when I was only ten years old," I cried out, the memories having a toll on me after all these years. Pain engraved itself across my features, tears rolling down uncontrollably. “Now, I might be a sex addict.”

Tyler's eyes widened, his expression pained. "Damn, Noah," he breathed, stepping closer to wrap his arms around me comfortingly. "That's crazy. I’m so fucking sorry."

I leaned into his embrace, feeling the weight of my past pressing down upon me. "I've never told anyone before," I admitted softly.

Tyler rubbed my back gently, trying to offer some solace as I sobbed into his chest. But the pain was too much to bear, the memories flooding back with overwhelming force.

Abruptly, I pushed him away, unable to bear the pity in his eyes. With a trembling hand, I grabbed my keys from the nightstand and stormed out of the apartment, wearing only my boxers.

Grayson remained frozen in bed, stunned by the situation. He stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes as I left. I hopped into my car and drove home.

As I pulled up to my apartment complex, I spotted Connor lounging on someone else's car again. Rolling my eyes, I stepped out of my vehicle, clad only in my boxers. I marched toward my door, ignoring Connor's presence initially.

But then he called out, "What the hell, faggot?" I looked back at him, my irritation evident. "Bring your ass here," I demanded, my tone snappish. "Right now!"

Connor raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Who the hell are you talking to?" he asked, following me inside, wondering what might unfold.

"Lock my door and get undressed," I demanded, my voice steady and assertive. He locked the door and turned around, a smirk playing on his lips. “Bitch, you don't tell me what to do,” he retorted.

He looked at me with a clear hint of amusement. “Do you really think you can just order me around?” He replied, taking a step closer to me.

I looked at him dead in his eyes. "I said get undressed," I commanded firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument, yanking Connor’s gym shorts down, uncovering his free-balling body with his hard 6.5-inch dick springing out.

"It looks like you want something," I stated, eyeing his revealed form and the thick cock that accompanied it. "Yeah, whatever faggot," he scoffed, rolling his eyes dismissively.

With quickness, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his neck, squeezing tightly. "Let's talk about this word you like to call me," I said sternly as I forced him into my room and threw him on the bed.

He kicked off his shoes and tossed his shirt onto the floor, and his gaze fixed on me with a challenging glint. "I see I'm gonna have to show you who's boss," he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Ignoring his bravado, I grabbed the bottle of lube and generously coated my hole, preparing myself. Connor watched me intently, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

I positioned myself between his legs, making my intentions clear. I started gently kissing and caressing his inner thighs. His muscles tensed beneath my lips, and I could feel him growing harder.

As I continued to explore his body, I glanced up at Connor, whose eyes were filled with desire. "I'm going to teach a lesson," I said softly, giving him a seductive smile.

His breath hitched as I moved my attention to his straining erection. Instead of diving straight in, I teased him by lightly tracing my fingers along its length, feeling every vein pulse with need.

"Faggot, please suck my dick," he begged, his voice husky with longing.

"Patience," I whispered before finally wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, savoring the taste and texture as I slowly took him in.

I began by teasing him further, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. He groaned deeply as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head before sinking down onto his length.

Connor let out a guttural moan as I engulfed him fully, taking every inch into my eager mouth. His hands fisted in my hair, guiding my movements as I bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock.

"That's it...fuck yeah," he grunted, clearly enjoying the sensation. I took him deep into my throat, letting him feel my mouth completely. His hips bucked involuntarily as I worked him over.

Taking him even deeper into my throat, suppressing my gag reflex as I swallowed around his thickness. Connor's grip tightened on my hair, urging me on. "Fuck, yes! Take it all," he growled, his voice strained with pleasure.

I pulled back slightly, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. "Mmmm, you love my mouth, don't you? Love how good I make you feel," I purred before diving back down, sucking him with renewed vigor.

He cursed under his breath, “Damn, you got my dick wet as fuck,” he said, lost in the sensations I was creating. I continued my assault on his cock, alternating between deep-throating and flicking my tongue across his sensitive spots.

I lifted one of his legs, exposing his tight hole to my hungry gaze. I leaned in, dragging my tongue along his crack before circling his entrance. He gasped at the unexpected sensation, his body tensing.

"Relax," I murmured against his skin, continuing to tease him with feather-light touches. Slowly, I pressed my tongue inside him, savoring the taste and heat of his most intimate area.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as I explored him thoroughly. I alternated between shallow thrusts and broad strokes, coaxing him open until he was writhing beneath me.

I lifted both of his legs, spreading them wide apart as I buried my face between his cheeks. I lapped at his hole with hunger, my tongue delving deep inside him as I stroked his rigid cock in tandem.

Connor cried out, his body trembling with overwhelming pleasure. "Holy fuck! Don't stop! You slobbering on that shit." he blurted out, his voice raw with desperation.

I doubled my efforts, determined to push him over the edge. I sucked on his balls while pumping his shaft faster, my own arousal growing with each passing second.

I instructed him to flip onto his stomach, and he complied eagerly. Reaching between his legs, I grasped his throbbing cock, giving it a few firm strokes. Leaning down, I licked along his taint before returning to his twitching hole.

Connor pushed his hips back against my face, silently begging for more. I obliged, spearing my tongue deep inside him as I continued to stroke his shaft. His moans grew louder, filling the room with erotic sounds.

"Please..." he whimpered, unsure what exactly he was pleading for but desperate for release.

I released his cock and focused solely on his rear entrance, sealing my lips around it and sucking hard. My finger replaced my tongue, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and curling to find that special spot within him.

He jumped slightly as my finger went deeper, hitting his prostate. "Wait a minute, faggot!" he shouted, trying to pull away.

I held him firmly in place, commanding, "Shut up." I continued my relentless assault on his most sensitive areas, licking and fingering him skillfully.

Connor's protests turned into incoherent moans as I found his G-spot again, rubbing it insistently. His cock twitched against the bedsheets, leaking a large amount of precum steadily.

"That's it, take it like a bitch," I growled, spurred on by his reactions. I added another finger alongside the first, stretching him wider as I prepared him for what would come.

As I continued my relentless assault on his hole, Connor became increasingly vocal. "Oh fuck! Oh god!" he cried out, his voice strained with pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

I pumped my fingers faster, curling them just right to hit his sweet spot with precision. His cock throbbed against the bed, aching for attention.

"You better not try to fuck me, faggot," Connor warned, his voice muffled by the pillow.

I smirked mischievously, eyeing his quivering form with hunger. "Yeah… Okay…," I replied cryptically, continuing my ministrations.

His back arched slightly as I increased the intensity, his face buried deeper into the pillow to stifle his cries of ecstasy. I could tell he was getting close, his hole clenching around my fingers desperately.

"That's it, give in to me," I urged, my own arousal reaching new heights as I watched him succumb to the pleasure I was inflicting upon him.

Suddenly, Connor reached his climax, and he let out a loud moan, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. "Fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" he yelled, his voice hoarse from the exertion.

As he rode out the waves of his orgasm, I quickly withdrew my fingers and repositioned myself above him. Gripping his hips tightly, I lined up my thick shaft with his slick entrance and surprised him by pushing forward without hesitation, burying myself to the deep inside him.

"Oh shit, motherfucker!" he yelped, feeling every inch of my girth stretching him wide open. I paused for a moment, allowing him to adjust before starting up a steady rhythm, pounding into him with increasing force.

"Mmhmm, I know you want it," I taunted, picking up the pace as I drove into him harder and faster. Each thrust elicited a gasp or moan from Connor. His body rocked with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

"Fuck yeah, damn, that ass is tight," I grunted, angling my hips to hit his prostate dead-on. Sweat dripped down my brow as I worked him over, determined to give us both satisfaction.

I shoved Connor's head down back into the pillow, pinning him in place as I pounded into his tight hole. "Fuck your dick's too big!" he cried out, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

I gripped his shoulders, forcing his upper body down into the mattress as I pounded into him relentlessly. The bed creaked under our combined weight, threatening to give way at any moment.

"Shut up, and try to take that dick," I snarled, lost in the primal urge to dominate and conquer. Sweat poured down my chest, dripping onto his back as I rode him hard and fast, chasing my own impending climax.

"Please, go slow, go slow!" Connor pleaded, his voice cracking with pain and pleasure.

I slowed my pace marginally, letting him adjust to my girth. He started to move his hips in time with mine, meeting each thrust with an upward push of his own. The rhythmic motion felt incredible as he backed that ass up.

"You like that tight white ass?" he panted, his breath heavy and quick as he threw it back intently. His body responded eagerly, urging me on. "Come on, don’t hold back. Hit it hard, faggot.”

The tension in the air was palpable, charged with a mix of challenge and desire. He looked back at me, eyes filled with wild intensity, inviting me to push the limits even further.

I landed a resounding slap on his pale ass, leaving a clear handprint in its wake. "I'm going balls deep, bitch," I growled, sinking even deeper into his tight heat.

"Oh damn, you hit my guts," Connor groaned, wincing at the sensation. But despite the discomfort, there was a note of eager surrender in his voice. "Oh shit, tear that ass up."

With renewed vigor, I began to piston in and out of him, each stroke driving closer to my peak. Connor's body shook beneath me, his hands scrabbling at the sheets as he struggled to keep up with my relentless pace.

"Oh fuck! Give me that big black dick!" Connor shouted, his words punctuated by desperate moans as I ravaged his hole.

Unexpectedly, I flipped him over onto his back, slamming into him missionary-style. He looked up at me with a mixture of shock and exhilaration in his eyes. "Oh my god, I'm getting fucked by a faggot," he breathed, the realization only heightening his arousal.

Grabbing his throat with one hand, I used my other to grip his hip, pounding into him with aggressive, punishing strokes. The grip on his neck added a thrill, making each thrust feel more raw. His eyes widened as he struggled to breathe, but he didn't try to pull away.

I continued to ram my thick cock into Connor's tiny, tight hole, his gasps for air music to my ears as I dominated him completely. With my free hand, I reached down to wrap my fingers around his stiffening member, giving rough strokes.

Connor bucked wildly beneath me, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being bred and jerked off simultaneously. His hole clenched around my invading length, milking me as I approached my climax.

With a growling roar, “Oh fuck, Connor, I’m cumming, so fucking hard.” Unleashing an overflow of hot semen deep into his quivering insides. I pumped load after load into his spasming asshole. Connor's body went limp, but his rigid fat cock was ready to be milked again.

I surprised him by climbing atop his prone form. Despite assuming we were finished, my hole was still slick and ready from the lube I used earlier. Without hesitation, I grasped his thick erection and guided it towards my entrance.

"I'm not done with you yet, faggot," I hissed before sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Connor let out a startled yelp as I enveloped him inside me, his girth stretching my walls deliciously.

Gripping his hips, I began to ride him fiercely, impaling myself on his rod over and over. I felt a rush of excitement when I thought about punishing him for shouting that word in public. I rode him so fucking hard, my movements erratic and driven by pure lust.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm about to nut in your butt," Connor stammered, his voice weakened with approaching release.

"And I'm about to teach that lesson," I retorted, my tone dripping with malice. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head as I continued to ride him with aggressive, punishing strokes.

Connor's body tensed, then suddenly convulsed as he spilled his seed deep within my clenching depths. "Ah, ah, fuuuuck!" he cried out, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.

But instead of slowing down, I redoubled my efforts, determined to make him pay for his transgression. I rode him mercilessly, using his own cum as a lubricant as I ground my ass against his groin.

Connor's body writhed beneath me, his muscles locking up in a series of violent spasms as he rode out his intense climax. I remained seated on his cock, refusing to give him any respite.

Looking down at him with a wicked glint in my eye, I growled, "No more calling me a faggot, okay?" My demand was firm, brooking no argument.

Connor's eyes widened, realizing the gravity of his mistakes. He nodded frantically, his voice barely above a whisper as he conceded, "Okay, okay, no more."

"What's my name?" I inquired, my voice low and commanding as I loomed over him. Connor struggled to respond, his breathing ragged and his mind fogged with overwhelming sensation.

I drove two fingers knuckle-deep into his sensitive hole, causing him to buck and convulse beneath me. He tried desperately to dislodge me, but his efforts were futile; I had him pinned and helpless. “What’s my fucking name?”

"N-n-noah!" he finally managed to choke out, his voice cracking with exertion and submission. "Noah! Oh fuck, Noah!"

I smirked triumphantly at his capitulation, easing the brutal pace of my hips as I savored the sound of my name spilling from his lips. "That's right, bitch," I purred. "And don't you fucking forget it!"

"I-I think I'm gonna pass out," Connor gasped, his words slurred and his eyelids fluttering. He was clearly nearing the limits of what his body could endure.

I slapped him sharply across the face with the hand that was used to finger him, jolting him back to semi-consciousness. "You better not," I warned sternly.

Leaning down, I captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, plundering the warm cavern with my tongue. Connor responded weakly, his arms wrapping limply around my neck as our lips moved together.

 

[MastiffNutz]

As I ravaged his mouth, suddenly, Connor's softening cock slipped free, allowing a river of semen to gush forth and coat his thighs.

Breaking the kiss, I relaxed on top of Connor, both of us panting heavily as we recovered from our intense encounter. A heavy silence settled between us, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.

After several long moments, Connor stirred beneath me, his voice hoarse as he muttered, "Damn Noah, what the fuck was that?"

In response, I found myself welling up with unexpected tears. Burying my face against the crook of his neck and shoulder, I let them flow freely, my slender frame shaking with the force of my emotions. I clung to him tightly, seeking solace in his embrace.

Connor immediately wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close as I sobbed against his chest. "Hey, hey, it's okay, bro," he murmured softly, stroking my hair in a soothing gesture. "I'm sorry if I did anything. Please forgive me."

I shook my head vehemently, my voice muffled against his skin as I choked out, "No, it's not that. It's...it's something else entirely."

Connor tightened his embrace, rocking me gently as I cried. "Shh, it's alright," he whispered. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Just let it all out, bro. I got you, Noah." His large hands rubbed slow circles along my back, offering comfort and support without judgment.

- This chapter is brief but packed with intensity.

 

[perrito78]

Hot hot hot !! Wow !!

 

[Condiment]

I'm loving every paragraph of the story.

 

[DBrady]

As I ravaged his mouth, suddenly, Connor's softening cock slipped free, allowing a river of semen to gush forth and coat his thighs.

Breaking the kiss, I relaxed on top of Connor, both of us panting heavily as we recovered from our intense encounter. A heavy silence settled between us, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.

After several long moments, Connor stirred beneath me, his voice hoarse as he muttered, "Damn Noah, what the fuck was that?"

In response, I found myself welling up with unexpected tears. Burying my face against the crook of his neck and shoulder, I let them flow freely, my slender frame shaking with the force of my emotions. I clung to him tightly, seeking solace in his embrace.

Connor immediately wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close as I sobbed against his chest. "Hey, hey, it's okay, bro," he murmured softly, stroking my hair in a soothing gesture. "I'm sorry if I did anything. Please forgive me."

I shook my head vehemently, my voice muffled against his skin as I choked out, "No, it's not that. It's...it's something else entirely."

Connor tightened his embrace, rocking me gently as I cried. "Shh, it's alright," he whispered. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Just let it all out, bro. I got you, Noah." His large hands rubbed slow circles along my back, offering comfort and support without judgment.

- This chapter is brief but packed with intensity.

I can’t wait for more!

 

[orm96]

Love it

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 10 coming soon…

 

[NOTYKTY]

As I ravaged his mouth, suddenly, Connor's softening cock slipped free, allowing a river of semen to gush forth and coat his thighs.

Breaking the kiss, I relaxed on top of Connor, both of us panting heavily as we recovered from our intense encounter. A heavy silence settled between us, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.

After several long moments, Connor stirred beneath me, his voice hoarse as he muttered, "Damn Noah, what the fuck was that?"

In response, I found myself welling up with unexpected tears. Burying my face against the crook of his neck and shoulder, I let them flow freely, my slender frame shaking with the force of my emotions. I clung to him tightly, seeking solace in his embrace.

Connor immediately wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close as I sobbed against his chest. "Hey, hey, it's okay, bro," he murmured softly, stroking my hair in a soothing gesture. "I'm sorry if I did anything. Please forgive me."

I shook my head vehemently, my voice muffled against his skin as I choked out, "No, it's not that. It's...it's something else entirely."

Connor tightened his embrace, rocking me gently as I cried. "Shh, it's alright," he whispered. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Just let it all out, bro. I got you, Noah." His large hands rubbed slow circles along my back, offering comfort and support without judgment.

- This chapter is brief but packed with intensity.

Congratulations, you’re the first writer who’s managed to make me cum and cry at nearly the same time.

 

[angelyo]

Chapter 10 coming soon…

You are the best. Thanks man.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Congratulations, you’re the first writer who’s managed to make me cum and cry at nearly the same time.

Thank you very much! I’m delighted to make that happen for you.

 

[S.lewis2029]

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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[angelyo]

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You’re going to cum so much….lol

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 10

The rain started hammering against the window, a relentless percussion that matched the turmoil in my heart. As I lay on my bed, bearing my face into Connor’s neck, the confrontation with my Cousin Tyler replayed in my mind like a broken record.

The greatest fear for a guy on the down low is being exposed. The weight of it all felt overwhelming, pressing down on my chest with a heaviness that made it hard to catch my breath.

Connor's gently flipped me onto my back, his warm body hovering above me as he cradled my face. "Noah, stop crying," he urged softly, his intense gray eyes filled with genuine concern.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a tender, comforting kiss. The soft press of his mouth grounded me, helping to center me amidst the swirling chaos in my mind. When we broke apart, he gazed at me with empathy and determination.

"Let's go take a shower," he suggested, his voice laced with care as if trying to wash away my troubles alongside the grime of our earlier activities. The offer was simple yet profound, carrying a depth of meaning that invited a sense of renewal and healing.

I nodded, accepting Connor's suggestion with a small smile of gratitude. He helped me sit up, stood, and extended a hand to pull me to my feet. As I rose, I noticed how his gaze lingered on my body, taking in the lingering evidence of our passionate encounter - the flush on my skin and the slight tremble in my legs.

Without a word, Connor led me to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature until the water was just right. He stepped inside, beckoning me to join him under the steamy spray. As I entered the tiled enclosure, he wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me close against his solid frame.

The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the sweat, cum, and tears left from our intense exchange. Each drop felt rejuvenating, cleansing both body and spirit as we stood beneath the soothing flow, allowing it to take away the weight of the moment.

Connor's hands began to move over my skin, his soapy fingers tracing gentle paths across my torso, shoulders, and arms. "Let me do it for you," he murmured, taking the soap bar from my grasp.

As he continued, his touch grew more intimate, sliding lower to wash my abs and hips. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, leaving trails of suds behind before moving further down to caress the sensitive skin of my groin. I couldn't help but shiver at the sensation, my cock twitching in response even though it was already spent.

Connor's exploration reached my thighs, and he worked the soap into a rich lather, rubbing it in circular motions along the length of my legs. His hands eventually met at my ankles, and he slowly massaged his way back up, paying special attention to the arches of my feet.

Moving his hands to my hips, Connor guided me to turn around and present my backside to him. I felt a flutter of surprise mixed with anticipation as he began to work his fingers between my cheeks, parting them to allow the warm water to stream down.

His touch was deliberate and teasing, sending sparks of pleasure through my nerves. Then, without warning, his tongue replaced his fingers, licking a slow, sensual path along the crease of my ass. A gasp escaped my lips at the unexpected intimacy, my hole clenching involuntarily around nothing.

"Mmm, allow me to make you feel good one more time," Connor purred, his hot breath fanning over my skin as he continued to lap at my entrance. His words dripped with seduction, promising ecstasy if only I surrendered to his ministrations.

Connor's tongue delved deeper, probing and teasing my entrance with skilled precision. He alternated between long, languid laps and quick flicks, driving me wild with each pass. The water continued to cascade over us, mingling with the slickness of his saliva and the soap still clinging to my skin.

My hands found purchase on the cool tile wall, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Connor's mouth was pure magic, working wonders on my most sensitive spot. I could feel my arousal building once more despite having come just moments ago.

A moan slipped past my lips, echoing off the bathroom tiles as Connor's tongue pushed inside, thrusting in and out in a rhythm that had me trembling. He curled the tip, stroking that sweet spot within, and I thought I might lose my mind from the intensity of it all.

"Fuck, Connor... your mouth feels incredible," I breathed out, my voice husky with desire. "Don't stop, please."

I rocked my hips back against him, seeking more of that divine tongue action. The water sloshed around our bodies as I moved, creating a sensual melody that harmonized with Connor's oral attentions.

"My ass is yours, bro," I panted, "Yes, eat my little tight ass. You gonna make me cum again, right here in this shower."

Each word fell from my lips like a whispered promise, fueling Connor's enthusiasm. He responded by increasing the pace, sucking and licking with abandon, determined to bring me to the brink once more.

As Connor spun me around, my stiffening cock slapped against his chin, leaving a trail of precum on his skin. I stared down at him, my hazel eyes wide with surprise and a hint of nervous excitement. His request hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

"You want to...?" I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper. The idea of Connor, usually so dominant and assertive, submitting to pleasuring me in such an intimate way sent a thrill through my veins.

"I never sucked dick before," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and eagerness. "Can I try it on you?"

I reached down, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock and angling it towards Connor's eager face. "Just be gentle, okay?"

Slowly, he leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh. The first touch of his lips sent a jolt straight to my core.

Connor's inexperienced lips wrapped around the head of my cock, and he started to suck, his technique a bit rough but endearing in its earnestness. I groaned, my fingers gripping his wet head as I guided him, showing him how to take me deeper.

"That's it, bro, nice and slow," I cooed, my hips rocking gently to meet his mouth. "Relax your throat, let it sink in."

He complied, and soon, his nose was buried in my pubic hair as he took more of my length. I could feel every ridge and vein pulsing with need. "Mmm, fuck yeah, just like that," I praised, my voice strained with pleasure.

Connor looked up at me, his captivating gray eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of determination and adoration. "Easy, be careful. Relax your jaw, Connor," I warned, my voice tight with pleasure as he worked my cock with growing skill. "No teeth, just let your lips hang loose and use your tongue."

I could feel every stroke of his tongue, every pull of his lips, sending electrifying sensations coursing through my body. He seemed to understand, focusing on the silky smooth glide of his mouth along my shaft.

As he settled into a rhythm, I threw my head back, savoring the blissful feeling of being thoroughly pleasured by my friend. "Oh god, Connor, you're doing so good," I moaned, my hips moving with more purpose. "Keep going, don't stop."

With each passing second, Connor's technique improved, his suction becoming more intense, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my cock. I was rapidly approaching the edge, teetering on the precipice of climax.

A loud, guttural moan ripped from my throat as the first wave of orgasm hit, my vision blurring at the edges. But instead of warning Connor, I simply surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, letting it consume me.

When the initial surge subsided, I felt myself spurting, thick ropes of cum erupting from my cock and flooding his mouth. "Fuck!" Connor exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock as he quickly pulled away; while he spat out my cum I erupted again, this time shooting streams of semen directly onto his face, coating his cheeks, nose, and lips with my release.

"What the fuck, dude!" Connor cries, looking up at me in amazement. "No warning, bro? You came in my mouth and all over my face!" I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation, my chest heaving with mirth.

As my laughter died down, I reached out, grasping Connor's face between my hands. With a playful smirk, I leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue danced with his, tasting the lingering saltiness of my own cum mixed with his saliva.

Breaking the kiss, I murmured, "Well, you look pretty damn delicious covered in my load." Connor rolled his eyes, chuckling as he wiped some of the excess cum from his cheek with the back of his hand.

"Could've just rinsed it off, bro," he quipped, shaking his head in amusement. We both dissolved into laughter again, the emotional stress from earlier replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared hilarity.

We finished rinsing each other off under the warm mist, the water washing away the remnants of our sexual encounter. I reached for two towels, handing one to Connor as we stepped out of the shower.

As we dried off, Connor turned to me with a hopeful expression. "Can I stay tonight?" he asked, his tone sincere and vulnerable. I smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Of course you can, bro," I replied, meaning every word. I’ve been through a lot today, and having him sleep over would provide comfort and solace.

Naked, we made our way to my bedroom, the cool air causing our erections to wilt momentarily before we slipped beneath the covers. Connor settled into a spooning position behind me, his softening cock resting against my cheek.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stirred awake, blinking groggily as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, revealing an avalanche of missed calls and messages - 100 notifications, mostly from Tyler and Grayson.

They were no doubt calling about yesterday's heated argument. I sighed, debating whether to address it now or later. I decided to let it slide for the moment, setting my phone aside. I wanted to enjoy my morning without any drama clouding my thoughts.

Carefully removing myself from the bed without disturbing Connor, who was still sleeping peacefully beside me, I made my way to the kitchen. The sizzle of steak filled the air as I cooked up a hearty breakfast: tender cuts of beef seared to perfection, golden scrambled eggs, and decadent banana foster French toast drizzled with caramel sauce.

The tantalizing aroma of breakfast cooking soon roused Connor from slumber. He emerged from the bedroom, completely nude, his morning wood bobbing gently with each step. "Mmm, something smells amazing," he purred appreciatively, sidling up behind me at the stove.

Without warning, he delivered a firm smack to my bare ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise followed by a chuckle. "Damn, you cook too?" he remarked, clearly impressed by my culinary skills. I grinned over my shoulder at him, playfully wagging a spatula in admonishment.

"Hey now, keep your hands to yourself unless you want to get burned," I teased, though there was no real bite to my words. Connor chuckled mischievously as he teasingly eased the tip of his dick into my snug, unlubricated back entrance.

"Oh shit, that ass real tight in the mornings," he growled, his voice dripping with desire. "I'm ready to fuck and eat!" Connor's lust-filled gaze locked onto mine, his intentions clear as day.

I yelped in surprise when he suddenly plunged his hard cock into my unprepared hole, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves through my body. Laughter bubbled up from my chest at the absurdity of the situation. "Why don’t you eat first, bro?" I suggested, trying to catch my breath.

But Connor had other plans. He reached past me, turning off the stove with a decisive click. "I want to fuck then eat...in that order," he declared huskily, spinning me around and bending me over the kitchen sink. He lifted my leg onto the counter, exposing my most intimate area to his hungry gaze.

Connor spit generously into his palm, coating his hand with saliva. He reached between my cheeks, rubbing the slickness around my tight pucker in a futile attempt to ease the way. "Gonna loosen this hole up real quick," he muttered, pressing a finger inside.

I tensed at the initial penetration; it was too soon for such rough treatment. But as he worked his digit in and out, I gradually relaxed, allowing him deeper access. A second finger joined the first, scissoring and stretching me open.

"There we go, nice and wet," Connor approved, withdrawing his fingers with a lewd squelch. Without further preamble, he notched the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside my clenching heat, not stopping until his pelvis met my ass.

I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as Connor's thick cock stretched me wide, filling me to the brim. The initial discomfort made my walls spasm reflexively to accommodate his size.

"You okay, Noah?" Connor asked, his voice strained with effort as he held himself deep within me. I nodded, still adjusting to the sensation of being so completely immersed in the moment early in the morning.

He pulled back slowly, only to plunge in again, establishing a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, my moans echoing off the kitchen tiles. Connor's pace quickened, his balls slapping against my skin with increasing intensity.

"You like that, baby? Taking my big cock raw?" he grunted, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words.

Connor continued his relentless assault on my ass, each powerful stroke driving him deeper. "Fuck yeah, Noah, take it! Your tight little hole feels incredible wrapped around my cock."

I couldn't help but moan loudly, the sensation overwhelming my senses. "Yes, Connor! Fuck me harder!" He obliged, slamming into me with renewed passion. "Like that, huh? You love getting fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"Yes! Oh god, just like that!" I gasped, my voice rising in pitch as he hit a susceptible spot inside me. Connor leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "I'm gonna fill this sweet ass up with cum. You want that, baby?"

"Please, yes! Give it to me!" I begged shamelessly, lost in the haze of pleasure consuming me.

Connor's pace remained merciless, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my ass with ruthless efficiency. Sweat beaded on our skin, the air heavy with the scent of sex and exertion. Despite his best efforts, however, he hadn't yet reached his climax.

"I'm so close, Noah," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Just a little more." I could feel his muscles straining, his grip on my hips tightening as he chased his release. I urged him on, desperate for him to finish.

"Bitch, you want this quick nut to go with your breakfast?" Connor snarled, his voice rough with lust. His hands came down hard on either cheek of my ass, the stinging slaps mixing with the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh as he pounded into me.

Then, without warning, he wrapped his strong arms around my neck, pulling me back against his chest as he drove his cock even deeper into my spasming hole. I let out a choked cry, overwhelmed by the new angle and the intense pressure.

"You like my big white dick, don't you?" he demanded, his breath hot against my ear. I could only whimper in response, struggling to breathe as he used my throat to fuck me harder. The dual sensations of his cock and hands were almost too much to bear.

Connor suddenly pulled his throbbing cock out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty and bereft. Before I could react, he slammed back inside me with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt.

"Where you want me nut?" he shouted, his voice strained with impending orgasm. When I didn't immediately respond, he repeated the question, his tone taking on an aggressive edge. "Where you want me, nut, faggot?!"

His gaze locked onto mine, challenging and provocative. For a brief moment, I returned his stare, my smirk daring him to say it again. "You better watch it," I warned, my voice barely audible over the pounding.

Connor merely chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Sorry, tiger," he teased before redoubling his efforts, fucking me with reckless ease.

"Oh fuck, Connor, please come inside of me!" I screamed, my voice hoarse from screaming and crying out in ecstasy. With one final, mighty thrust, Connor buried his cock deep inside me and exploded, releasing an overflow of hot semen that filled my ass to the brim.

He roared with satisfaction, his grip on my hips tightening as he emptied every last drop into me. I felt his pulsating cock throbbing against my inner walls as he rode out the aftershocks of his climax.

Connor collapsed against my back, panting heavily as he emptied every last drop of seed into me. As the pulsating slowed to a trickle, he slid out of me, feeling drained and thoroughly satisfied.

We stood there for a moment, catching our breath, before he turned me around to face him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned lazily. "Well, looks like someone enjoyed breakfast." Connor winked playfully, reaching out to caress my cheek tenderly.

I smiled back at him, relishing the warm afterglow of our passionate encounter. "Mmm, you could say that," I murmured, leaning into his touch. Connor's fingers trailed down to my lips, and I parted them to capture his thumb with my mouth, sucking gently.

Connor's seductive gaze cut off abruptly when I bit down on his thumb, a pained yelp escaping his lips. "Ouch, motherfucker!" he shouted, jerking his hand away.

I smirked up at him, recalling his earlier slip-up. "You called me that word again, huh?" I teased, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed with discomfort.

He shook his head, chuckling. "I said sorry, damn. It's not my fault that tight ass makes me say shit."

As we bantered, I couldn't help but notice the trail of cum staining the hardwood floor beneath us. "Looks like you're making a mess on my kitchen floor," I observed dryly.

Before Connor could respond, I dropped to my knees, pulling his hips closer. Without hesitation, I began to lick and suck his still-hardening cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip to lap up the sticky remnants.

"Noah, fuck, it's too sensitive right now," Connor protested, his voice strained as he tried to push my head away. But I held firm, my lips sealing around his length once more. "Cleaning it off," I reminded him with a naughty grin, my words muffled by the thick flesh filling my mouth.

Finally, Connor managed to break free, stumbling backward as his knees buckled. "Jesus Christ, you're something else, you know that?" he muttered, his chest heaving with exertion.

I rose to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Just go sit down on the couch and wait for your plate," I instructed, gesturing toward the living room.

"Yes, sir," Connor replied with a mock salute and a wink before sauntering off towards the couch. He plopped down, spreading his legs wide in a casual sprawl that put his flaccid cock on full display.

While I rushed around in the kitchen, preparing our plates, I could feel Connor's eyes on me, heavy with lingering lust and affection. “Come on, snuggle bunny, hurry up! I’m starving,” he said playfully, teasing and laughing.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the overly cheesy nickname. "Really? Don’t call me that," I replied, my voice filled with exasperation and playfulness.

 

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“What nicknames do you gay boys give yourselves?” Connor asked with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to be funny. “First of all, I'm bisexual; I like pussy too,” I say with enthusiasm. Connor bursts into laughter, and I can clearly see the astonishment written all over his face.

Connor's laughter subsided, replaced by a thoughtful expression as he considered my revelation about bisexuality. "Wow, really? That's new information," he said, his tone tinged with genuine surprise. Before I could respond further, "Well, call some bitches over, so we can fuck them together!"

I chuckled at his crude proposal, shaking my head. "Next time, bro. I have to work today," I reminded him. Connor pouted playfully, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated manner. “Aww, come on… you can miss work. I’m just messing around; you’ve drained me anyway,” he teased, a hint of mock sorrow in his voice.

Once everything was ready, I carried our food to the coffee table and settled beside him, our thighs brushing as I set the plates down. "Eat up," I encouraged, picking up my fork and digging in.

As we ate, the comfortable silence between us was punctuated only by the occasional clink of silverware against plates and contented hums of satisfaction. After finishing our meal, I leaned back against the cushions, stretching my arms above my head with a languid sigh.

Connor mirrored my movements, our bodies instinctively seeking contact as we curled up close together. “Noah, that was fucking delicious.” His arm slid around my waist, drawing me flush against his side. "Whoever you end up settling down with is going to be lucky, bro," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I stood up from the couch, grabbed our empty plates, and carried them back to the kitchen. "Alright, I better get ready for work," I announced, my voice tinged with reluctance at having to part ways.

Connor waved dismissively, patting the spot beside him invitingly. "I’ll be waiting right here for you," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I shot him a skeptical look, one eyebrow arched. "Oh hell no, all shit will be gone when I get back. Motherfucker, I know you." I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly.

He let out a hearty laugh at my accusation, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “Noah, I wouldn't do that to you," he reassured me with a cheeky grin.

"Mmhmm, we'll have to build that trust up then," I retorted sarcastically before bursting into laughter, unable to keep a straight face. Connor starts laughing at my jab, the sound rich and infectious.

After wrapping up our lighthearted conversation, I made my way to my bedroom to slip into my uniform. Connor did the same, picking up his clothes from the floor beside my bed.

We stepped out of the apartment, the bright morning sunlight casting long shadows across the pavement. With a final clap on each other's backs, we headed our separate ways.

As I unlocked my car, I called out, "Alright, bro, I'll catch you later."

Connor turned, flashing me a wave. "Take it easy, Noah. See you around."

With a nod, I slipped behind the wheel and fired up the engine. As I pulled away from the curb, I caught a glimpse of Connor strolling down the sidewalk, his confident stride eating up the distance. A smile played on my lips, already looking forward to seeing him again.

The days blurred together, the weeks slipping by in the steady rhythm of work and routine. Connor and I hadn’t crossed paths since that morning, but we’d exchanged a few texts here and there—quick updates, nothing too deep. Life had a way of keeping us occupied.

I was halfway through my weekend to-do list when my phone buzzed on the counter. Wiping my hands on a dish towel, I picked it up and saw Asher’s name flashing on the screen.

“Yo, Ash. What’s up?” I answered, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder as I leaned against the counter.

“Not much, man. Just thinking it’s been a minute since we all hung out,” Asher said, his voice carrying that easy energy he always had. “Anyway, me and Ethan wanted to go ball downtown. You in?”

I glanced at the clock, then out the window at the clear blue sky. It had been a while since I hit the court, and the idea of shooting hoops sounded better than doing chores the rest of the day.

“Yeah, I’m in,” I said, already heading to grab my sneakers. “What time?”

“Let’s say four. The outside court by the rec center. Bring your A-game, Noah. We play to win.”

I laughed. “I know, bro. See you there in a minute.”

The court was alive with energy as I walked up, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the pavement and the rhythmic thud of the basketball echoing in the air. Asher spotted me first, his face lighting up as he jogged over, tossing the ball to Ethan.

“Yo, Noah’s here!” Asher called out, hyped. He turned to the other team, gesturing with a confident grin. “We’re ready now.”

From across the court, someone shouted, “Let’s go then!” The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place it right away. When I turned to look, my heart skipped a beat.

It was my cousin Tyler.

He stood with two other guys—twins, by the look of it—and I felt a jolt of surprise as our eyes locked. For a moment, everything else faded away. The noise of the court and the chatter of the players disappeared as we just stared at each other. I hadn’t seen him since that night, since everything had blown up between us.

Before I could say anything, Tyler broke into a grin and jogged over. “Noah,” he said, his voice softer than I expected. Without hesitation, he pulled me into a hug.

“I miss you, man,” he said, his voice low but full of emotion.

I swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in my throat. We were in public, and I wasn’t about to let myself get emotional here. Instead, I patted his back and pulled away, forcing a small smile. “Come on, Cuzzo,” I said, my voice steady. “Let’s play some ball.”

Tyler nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment before the familiar competitive glint returned to his eyes. He turned back to his team and motioned for them to come over. “These are my homeboys, Tristan and Nathan.” Tyler said, gesturing toward them.

The twins stepped forward, almost identical down to the way they carried themselves. Tristan gave a quick nod, his expression cool and confident. Nathan, on the other hand, flashed a grin, his energy almost as hyped as Asher’s.

“Sup,” Tristan said simply.

“Y’all ready to lose?” Nathan added, spinning the ball on his finger with a cocky smirk.

Asher let out a hearty laugh and clapped his hands together. “Oh, we’re more than ready. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Ethan, ever the quiet one, just rolled his shoulders and gave a small smirk. “Let’s run it.”

We lined up, the tension and excitement crackling in the air. Tyler and I exchanged one last glance, and I could see the mix of emotions in his eyes—apology, understanding, and maybe even a little pride. But for now, we didn’t need to talk. The court was our space, and the game was about to start.

“Ball in,” Tyler said, tossing it to me with a grin. “Show me what you got, Noah.”

And just like that, the game began.

The game was intense from start to finish. Every shot, every pass, every defensive play felt like it mattered. Tyler and his team didn’t make it easy for us—they were quick, coordinated, and relentless. But Asher, Ethan, and I had chemistry, the kind that doesn’t need words. We played off each other’s energy, and when the final shot left Ethan’s hands and swished through the net, the court erupted in cheers.

“Game!” Asher shouted, throwing his arms in the air. Ethan smirked, nodding silently as usual, while I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. We played our asses off.

Tyler walked over, a grin tugging at his lips despite the loss. He held out his hand, and when I took it, he pulled me into another hug, his voice low but full of emotion. “Family is everything, Noah,” he said, holding on for just a moment longer than usual.

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I fought back tears. I couldn’t let them fall here, not in front of everyone. Instead, I leaned back, and with our foreheads touching, I said, “Family is everything. I love you, bro.”

Tyler smiled, his eyes glistening just a little, and we stepped back. The moment was ours, brief but powerful, and it felt like a weight had been lifted between us.

Before I could say more, I heard someone shout my name from the other side of the court. “Noah!” The voice was unmistakable—it was Jason.

I turned to see him jogging over, his face lit up with excitement. “Yo, what’s good, man? I didn’t know you’d be here!” he said, nearly out of breath but grinning ear to ear.

“Jason,” I said, laughing as he clapped me on the back. “What are you doing here?”

“Man, I’ve been running games all day over there,” he said, jerking his thumb toward the far side of the court. “And then I see you, and I’m like, nah, I gotta come over and say what’s up.”

Jason’s energy was contagious, and soon we were all laughing as he talked a mile a minute, telling us about some crazy game he’d just played. Tyler and the twins were listening too, chuckling at his over-the-top story.

But the mood shifted when someone from Jason’s game shouted, “Aye, bro! Come finish the fucking game!” Their tone was sharp, clearly annoyed that Jason had left mid-game to come talk to us.

Jason glanced over his shoulder, waving them off with a casual, “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming motherfucker!” before turning back to us. “Man, some people take this shit way too seriously,” he said, shaking his head.

“Jason,” I said, laughing, “go finish your game before they come over here.”

He grinned, finally jogging back toward his court. “Alright, alright. But we gotta catch up later, Noah!”

As he ran off, Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “Your boy still got a lot of energy like back in high school, huh?”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” I replied, smiling.

The court started to quiet as the games wound down, and I looked over at Tyler, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in weeks. Things weren’t perfect, but they didn’t need to be. We were family, and that was enough.

BANG… BANG… BANG!!!

The sound of the gunshots tore through the air, freezing me in place for a brief moment as panic set in. The once-lively court erupted into chaos. People screamed, scattering in every direction like a swarm of bees disturbed from their hive. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

When I turned around, my stomach dropped. A guy was lying on the ground, his body twisted unnaturally, blood pooling beneath him. The sight made my legs weak, and for a second, I couldn’t move. Everything around me felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Then I saw him—Jason. He was running from the scene, his face pale, his gun clutched tightly in his hand. My heart sank. “Jason?” I whispered, barely able to believe what I was seeing.

It didn’t make sense. Jason was happy and energetic when we saw him just moments ago. I knew he had a quick temper... But him doing something like this over a basketball game. My mind raced as I watched him disappear into the chaos, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he was gone.