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All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“You want me to do what?” 

Luke grimaces and then shakes his head. “Never mind, forget I said anything.” Before I can say anything else, he spins around and marches out of my room, leaving me alone with the rest of my unpacked boxes. 

The idea of sucking his dick should horrify me. Or disgust me. I’m straight after all. Right?

He’s definitely straight. 

So then why can’t I stop imagining getting on my knees and taking his enormous cock down my throat until I gag? Why am I hard as a rock right now? 

Before I know what I’m doing, my feet carry me out of my room and across the apartment. I stop just outside Luke’s door and knock gently. 

I don’t know what I’m going to say to him, but I know I don’t want him to feel awkward about this. He’s helped me so much. The least I can do is help clear things up. Maybe he had a moment… He did just break up with Katie. 

After waiting a minute and not hearing a response, I turn the knob and step inside to hear his shower running. The door to his bathroom is shut, but can hear him singing “Oops, I Did It Again” by Britney Spears. A laugh bubbles out of me despite everything, and I sit on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to come out. 

I should just leave, but I’m determined to work this out. I’m not spending the first night in my new home with things being awkward between us. 

Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long when I hear the shower turn off. I’m scrolling on my phone when the door opens and I see him standing there with just a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. 

Luke lets out a yelp, his hand flying to the knot of his towel almost like he’s afraid it’ll come loose. “Eric, what are you doing in here?” 

This is a bad idea. I should have waited until tomorrow to talk to him. But it’s too late now, so I get up from his bed and step closer to him. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to apologize and—”

“Bro, you’re not the one who should be apologizing. I am.” He takes another step closer to me, and the scent of his shampoo and something uniquely him washes over me, causing my cock to twitch in my sweatpants. 

My breath hitches as I try to figure out what to say next, but I can’t stop my eyes from staring at his body. His muscles are bulging, abs chiseled. He looks like a Greek god come to life. 

It isn’t until he clears his throat that I realize I’m even closer to him now than before. Close enough to kiss him. I look up to see his face filled with something I can only hope is the same desire that’s burning through me right now. 

Dear God, he’s fucking gorgeous.  

Luke leans in slowly and presses his lips to mine. It starts out chaste and sweet, but I feel his tongue tease the seam, and my lips part automatically to let him in. His tongue swipes against mine in gentle exploration, one hand cupping my cheek while the other pulls me in closer by the waist. 

I’m flush against his bare chest, foreheads pressed together when we pull apart, and it takes everything in me not to dive right back in. “Wow, that was—” 

“Fucking perfect,” he breathes, staring into my eyes. 

It feels like his deep blue eyes are staring into my soul, and I want nothing more than to give it to him. I’ve never felt this way before. 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I have a lot of experience with stuff like this, and I’m not exactly a ladies’ man. I’ve had exactly one girlfriend my entire life, and that only lasted a grand total of two months before she dumped me for some dude she said was ‘much hotter than me’. 

Luke curls his fingers in my hair and pulls me in for another kiss, this one much more primal than the one before. Whereas our first kiss was gentle and exploratory, this one is all teeth and tongue. Our lips clashing like they’re fighting for dominance. He bites my lower lip before smoothing away the sting with his tongue and then plunging it back into my mouth again. 

My arms wrap around his waist, the heat from his skin seeping into me. I slip my fingers under the top of his towel and work to pull it free. I finally manage to undo the knot while the assault on my mouth continues, the towel dropping to our feet. 

I pull away to look at his hard, leaking cock, the head flushed dark. My mouth waters, cock straining against the front of my sweats, creating an obscene tent that already feels wet from the copious amounts of precum oozing out of me. 

Luke’s eyes darken and he tugs at the bottom of my t-shirt. “I want to see you.” 

I nod mutely and lift my arms to let him pull the shirt off me, leaving my skinny torso bare. He hooks his thumbs into my sweats and underwear, pulling them down at the same time. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me, pausing at my cock that’s pointing straight at him like a homing beacon. 

With both of us completely naked now, I realize how ridiculous this entire situation is. But it’s too late now. More than anything, I want his cock in my mouth. I want to help him like he’s helped me. 

Gently, I push him back towards his bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge, forcing him to sit. I get down on my knees and take his length into my hand. His cock is steel wrapped in smooth velvet. This is the first time I’ve ever held a cock that’s not my own, but I immediately know I want to do it again. And again. For the rest of my life. 

“Eric,” he moans, “you don’t have to.” 

I give him a wicked smile—the same one I give him whenever he comes up with one of his crazy dares—and gently place a kiss on his thigh before moving my attention to the tip of his cock. Precum coats his helmet, making it shiny. I hesitate for a second before flicking my tongue out to lap at his slit, salty goodness bursting onto my tongue. 

Luke lets out a gasp, “Fuck me. Please do that again, that feels so—”

I cut him off by licking around his crown, the words dying in his throat, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I’ve never done this before, so I’m hoping that all the porn I’ve watched over the years is enough of a tutorial. 

Judging by his facial expressions, I figure I’m doing a good enough job and take him further into my mouth, stretching my lips around him, his shaft slowly working its way down my throat. His hands fly into my curls, pulling on them tight enough to distract me from my gag reflex as I pull back a little before breathing through my nose and then pushing down on his length some more. 

Bobbing up and down on his shaft is surprisingly not as difficult as I imagined it to be—not that I’ve imagined sucking a cock before… 

My own thighs feel slick as I reach down to fist my cock and find that it’s covered in precum. I stroke myself in time with each bob of my head. 

I flatten my tongue on the underside of his shaft and then tease his slit with the tip with each pass, steadily finding a rhythm. His fingers are still curled in my hair, not pushing me down on him, just holding me gently like he needs to touch me. 

With each passing minute, he thrusts his hips deeper into my throat, my nose pressing against his trimmed pubes. The anticipation is killing me now, my hand a blur on my cock. I want to make him come. I want to—no, I’m going to—taste his cum. 

My wish comes true, and a minute later he lets out a low groan, “Eric, I’m about to come, baby.” He tries to pull me off him, but I hollow my cheeks instead and he explodes in my mouth. His cum pours into me and I swallow every drop greedily. 

The taste of him pushes me over the edge as I keep stroking myself; my dick explodes onto the floor below, giving me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. 

When I finally pull off Luke’s cock, I see that he’s looking at me with blown eyes like I just wrecked his world, and I’m strangely proud of myself for doing that. I just gave him an amazing orgasm, me, nerdy little Eric Fletcher. 

He grins at me and with a laugh pulls me up on top of him, our sticky bodies sliding together as he kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. 

I pull back and breathlessly ask, “So, how was that?” 

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Alright, Will, your turn, truth or dare?” Nick shoots my way with a shit-eating grin on his face. The guy just shotgunned an entire Corona in under thirty seconds, so now I have to step it up, otherwise he’s going to be gloating the rest of the weekend. 

“Dare,” I shoot back. “Do your worst.” 

“Hmmm.” Nick taps his index finger on his lips dramatically, as if this is anything other than some stupid game he pulled us into. “I dare you to jump in the pool naked,” he says, blue eyes taunting me, daring me to back down. 

Danny and Justin chuckle while Matt yells out something about not jumping in on this side of the pool now that he’s got the grill going for our Fourth of July BBQ. I ignore them as my eyes flick to the shimmering pool and then to the harsh sun overhead. We’ve been in and out of the pool since we got here a few hours ago, so all of us are shirtless and in various stages of drying off. But it’s been a minute since I hopped in, and the sweat trickling down the side of my forehead makes it easier for me to nod and walk over to the other end of the pool. 

I shove my shorts down and immediately hear wolf-whistles the moment my cock flops out into view. After a quick middle finger in their direction, I jump into the pool with a small splash, the water nice and cool against my warm skin. I swim a lap from one end of the pool to the other, cutting through the water effortlessly now that my shorts aren’t creating a drag. No wonder swimmers wear speedos—this feels amazing. 

When I surface, Danny and Justin cheer while Nick yells out, “Woo hoo! Skinny dipping time!”

Not to be outdone, Nick strips off his shorts, and surprisingly so do Danny and Justin. All three of them jump in naked, causing Matt to yell again about the grill. “Oh, come on, Matt! Live a little. Join us! You know you want to,” Danny teases when he comes back up for air. 

Matt shakes his head and then mutters something under his breath before stepping away from the grill and joining us—sans clothing, of course.

Seeing each other naked isn’t new for any of us. That’s what happens when you live in the same fraternity house for three years straight. At some point or another, we’ve all walked in on each other—showering, changing, jacking off, even in the middle of hooking up with some random chick—there really isn’t anything we haven’t seen. But skinny dipping is new for us, though it helps that it’s just the five of us and not the entire Kappa fraternity here today. 

We swim around for a while, splashing and chasing each other around the pool, throwing an inflatable ball around for shits and giggles, completely at ease with each other’s nudity. That is until Matt gets out, rivulets of water running down his body as he looks around for his shorts. 

“Hey Matt,” Danny calls out. “I dare you to grill up the food naked. Just don’t get your spunk all over my burger.” 

That earns him a laugh from all of us, but Matt rolls his eyes. “That’s not how the game works, Danny boy. You have to ask me truth or dare.” 

“Fine, truth or dare?” Danny chirps.

Matt sighs heavily, the regret already clear in his eyes. “Dare, I guess…”

Danny gets out of the pool with a smirk. “Well, then you know what my dare is. In fact, I dare all of us to stay naked the rest of the day.”

Chaz and I weren’t supposed to be sharing a hotel room. There had been a mistake when our company booked us for a three-day financial conference in Chicago, and we were forced to share a room. Most straight guys like me would never agree to sleep in the same room as an openly gay dude, but I didn’t mind because Chaz was my friend and I trusted him to not exploit the situation. 

Chaz was the only gay guy on our all-male team of financial planners at work. It wasn’t easy for him, trying to fit in amongst the guys with his ear piercings and often over-the-top demeanor. But Chaz was stellar at his job, proving his merit in a boys’ club that possessed all the toxic masculinity of a frat house on a Saturday night.

Sadly, the other guys in the office often ostracized Chaz, never inviting him for lunch, golf, or beers after work. I felt bad for him, and so I made an effort to befriend Chaz despite the snickers from the other guys behind my back. 

“You’re not weirded out that we are the only two guys on the team being sent to the conference in Chicago?” Chaz asked with concern when we were given our orders. “A lot of the guys in the office already think we’re fucking just because you have the decency to talk to me.”

“Fuck those homophobic assholes,” I replied. “I’m a happily married man. I have no reason to fear their gossip and insinuations. Being work buds doesn’t make us fuck buds.”

“That could be arranged,” Chaz winked. 

“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “I know I’m not your type. You’ve shown me the photos of all those Grindr twinks you fuck.”

The fact that we could joke about our differing sexual orientations allowed me to have no concern when I was forced to share a hotel room with Chaz in Chicago. I trusted him completely to not make a move on me. But did I trust myself?

The first day of the conference had been exhausting. We had taken an early-morning flight and then suffered through a painful round of sessions. There was a cocktail party and then a dinner, followed by a keynote speaker who droned on endlessly. By the time Chaz and I got back upstairs to our hotel room, all I wanted was a hot shower. 

Chaz was sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over his phone, when I emerged from the bathroom freshly showered, a flimsy hotel towel wrapped around my waist. A series of pings emitted from his phone as he tapped at the screen. 

“You playing a game?” I asked. 

“No, but it often feels like a game of cat and mouse,” Chaz laughed. “I’m actually on Grindr looking for some ass to fuck.”

“Wait—you’re gonna invite some random guy here to our hotel room—to fuck?”

“Calm down,” Chaz raised his hand to subdue me. “I’m not going to fuck some dude in front of you. I’m looking for a guy who can host, which is proving to be almost impossible.”

“I’m sorry,” I offered feebly. 

“If you were truly sorry, you’d drop that towel and let me mount your ass on this bed,” Chaz laughed in jest. “But I know you’d never take a dick up your ass.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I admitted, the three martinis from the cocktail party still working their magic on my inhibitions. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”

“Wait—what?” Chaz gasped. 

“Jesus, I’ve never told anyone this,” I exhaled, taking a seat next to Chaz on the bed. “My wife likes to peg my ass with a strap-on,” I confessed. “She enjoys the power dynamic. We saw an intimacy coach when our sex life was in the toilet after our kids were born, and he suggested we try pegging to sort of flip the script. My wife loves it.”

“But do you love it?” Chaz asked. “Taking a fake dick up your ass?”

“Yeah—I do,” I admitted freely. “I had to warm up to it at first, but I quickly learned that it feels really good. I’ve had some of the best orgasms of my life with that fake dick up my ass.”

“Have you ever thought of taking a real dick up your ass—you know, one that wasn’t made of latex?” Chaz inquired. 

“Yeah—I have,” I acknowledged, reaching for his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. “I’ve thought a lot about taking your cock.”

“Oh yeah?” Chaz smiled deviously, undoing his pants. “I should warn you that I’m a lot bigger than some six-inch strap-on that your wife uses on you. I’m hung like fuck.” 

The dude wasn’t kidding. 

“Holy fucking Christ,” I gasped as Chaz pulled out his cock. It was easily north of nine-inches, thick and veiny, crowned with a huge mushroom head that was already leaking precum. 

“You still want this big dick up your ass,” Chaz taunted, slapping that big piece of meat against his open palm. “You don’t have to take it, if it’s too big for you.”

“No—I—I want it,” I stammered, still in awe of its magnitude. “I want you to fuck me with that big cock.”

“You ever sucked a man’s cock?” he asked, swiping up the precum running down his shaft and forcing his finger into my mouth. A luscious taste of salty and sweet coated my tongue, whetting my appetite for more. “You ever had a dick down your throat?”

“No,” I admitted, reaching for his cock with my hand, bringing it to my lips. Chaz allowed me to lick up and down his thick shaft and then suck on that massive head before he grabbed the back of my head and forced his big cock down my throat. I gagged on it, unable to take it all the way.

“Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, extracting his cock from my throat. “I’m not looking for some head tonight. I want to fuck your ass.”

I then watched as Chaz stood up from the bed and removed his clothes, his big dick maintaining a rock-hard erection the entire time. He then rifled through his toiletry kit in the bathroom, producing a small bottle of lube. 

“How does your wife peg you?” he asked, greasing up his cock with lube, pumping it with his fist. “I bet she prefers missionary.”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “She likes to look in my eyes when she’s pegging my ass.”

“Then roll over onto your stomach,” Chaz commanded. “We’re gonna play it a bit differently for you tonight. I want you to feel the weight of my body upon you as I wreck your hole from behind.”

Obediently, I opened my towel, discarding it on the floor before rolling onto my stomach. I was ass up on the bed, my hole presented to Chaz for his domination. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty cunt,” Chaz marveled, climbing on the bed behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. His face was suddenly in my butt crack, his stache tickling my hole, his tongue probing at my orifice. 

“Christ, that feels good,” I exhaled as Chaz licked and sucked at my puckered sphincter, getting it ready for his big dick.

“I take it your wife doesn’t eat your hole before she pegs you,” Chaz assumed correctly. “I could eat your ass all night, but I’m more in the mood to fuck.”

And then I felt it, Chaz’s muscular body upon mine, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head was soon pressed against my hole, my sphincter bracing against the intrusion. And then with a swift thrust, Chaz was inside me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my voice echoing against the walls of the room as Chaz went balls deep in my void. “You’re so fucking big.”

“You’re just realizing this now?” he laughed, playfully biting my ear as he routed my fuck canal. He was employing a series of deep strokes, already exploring far deeper than my wife’s strap-on had ever been. 

“Is this your first time?” I inquired, my novice hole still on fire. “You know—your first time fucking a straight guy like me?”

“Hardly,” Chaz laughed openly. “If it wasn’t for straight guys, I wouldn’t have gotten laid as often as I did in college. Those frat boys sure love bending over when you get a few shots of tequila in them.”

He was pounding me hard, his hairy body slamming into me over and over. It was nothing like being pegged by my wife. The brutality of having a man inside of me, dominating me with his big cock, forcing me to submit to his animalistic desire, was a huge turn on. 

“Raise your ass,” Chaz commanded me. “Open that cunt for me.”

And then it happened. As I tilted my pelvis, raising my ass slightly above the mattress beneath me, I felt it. Chaz’s big cock pushed impossibly deep within me. There was a sudden change in pressure that felt like the pop of a champagne cork, another portal opening within me. 

“I just busted your second hole,” Chaz breathed in my ear, his thick stache tickling my cheek as he ravaged my quivering hole. He had breached my inner-sphincter, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I bet your wife can’t do that with that latex strap-on she pegs you with,” he laughed mockingly, his meaty hand gripping my neck. 

He was right. I had never been routed so deep. The sensation was incredible, my toes curling, waves of pleasure consuming my body as Chaz proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me. 

“You like being fucked by a real man?” he asked, his muscular arms sliding under my body, pulling me into him. “And not some fake dick attached to your wife?”

“Yes,” I croaked, nearly unable to breathe under his weight upon me, his balls slapping my hole with each deliberate thrust. “Your big cock feels so good inside me.”

And then I felt it—his cock expanding inside my fuck canal, his balls beginning to throb against my hole. Chaz was about to bust his nut in me and, in that moment, I had never wanted something more in my life than to take his seed. 

“You ready for my load?” he demanded urgently, battering my bowels. “You ready for me to breed this quivering cunt?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fucking breed me.”

“FUCK,” he growled deeply, a cum bomb detonating inside me. I could feel every shot of his load as his big dick pulsed inside of my bowels, spewing his seed into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his body writhing atop me, consumed by the throes of an epic orgasm. 

Chaz stayed within me long after his orgasm had ceased, the last of his seed expelled from his balls. “Are you still hard?” I asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I can go multiple rounds before going soft. I hope you like this big cock inside you, because it’s going to be a long night.”

Chaz dumped three more loads in me that night. We skipped the morning session of the conference and fucked our brains out, finally emerging from our hotel room for lunch. I returned home to my family three days later a changed man, my ass sore but completely fulfilled. 

My wife and kids threw their arms around me at the front door, welcoming me home. “I’ve missed you,” my wife kissed me. “I’m really wanting to peg your ass tonight,” she whispered in my ear seductively once the kids were out of range. 

“Yeah—about that,” I replied. “I’ve decided we’re gonna need to get you a bigger strap-on. I want the largest size available.”

My kid and I have had a good thing going. Since my boy opened up about how big he’s been crushing on his old man junior year we’ve been fucking like two rabbits. Fooling around behind the wife’s back gives me a twinge of guilt every once in a while, but man getting to fuck jock tail all the time makes it worth it.

I’ll say it, I’m an ass man. It’s what initially drew me to my boy’s mom. But Brody’s ass is stacked. The perfect muscle boy ass that dimples when he’s flexing his glutes and showing off for me, but just the right amount of give so it jiggles when I pound him. I thank god every day my big guy went into baseball. When we first started fooling around the kid was practically hairless. A light dusting of teen fuzz here and there. Two years later puberty has done a number to the fucker. Strength training from his coaches is one thing. But the fur is what really gets my dick dripping.

I was gonna call it "All I want for Xmas", but now Christmas is over so... let's call it "A Very Happy Birthday" :)

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