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.
