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Nathan was used by now to a reaction like this, slight disbelief at just how shameless and blunt he was about his sexual urges. To be fair, it didn’t seem like Brad had any issue with it whatsoever, and neither had he expected him to. “Why would I regret that? I don’t mind making others jealous”, he shrugged, smirking as he undid his pants, dropping them to reveal his semi-erect dick and the firm curve of his ass. Underwear wasn’t exactly what Nathan saw as an obligatory part of his outfit most days. “I do hope that cock keeps the promise your bulge is giving”, he spoke with a wink.

As Nathan began to strip so too did Brad, shedding his shirt just in time to see the blonde’s pants fall around his ankles, leaving him completely naked in the middle of the room. “Well, fuck,” Brad laughed in awe of the other guy’s complete and utter shamelessness before he leaned in and grabbed a handful of one of his cheeks, just to give it a gentle bounce under his touch. “Well, I’m glad to see you’ve got an ass worthy of my cock, man,” Brad teased, winking up at Nathan before smacking at his ass and leaning back. His hands joined behind his head, letting his biceps flex as he spread his legs out to show off his thick and heavy bulge, only growing more prominent now that he as getting hard. He looked perfectly arrogant, and he was. Guys like Nathan just made Brad feel even cockier than he already was. “Why don’t you get my dick out and see for yourself what’s gonna be making you scream tonight, slut?”

“Good boy.” He didn’t hide the low murmur in to the other’s ear the moment he noticed the other flexing after he’d made his request. Sure, the guy was probably trying to rationalize it as trying to scare him off, or just showing off to make Mason jealous, but he wasn’t fooling him, that was for sure. His smirk widened as he heard that whimper breaking from the other’s lips, feeling the weight shifting back against his own body and easily keeping the other supported, even as his thumb continued circling the bud he could feel hardening beneath his attention. “Sensitive, huh?” It was a breathy comment, close to the others ear and feeling that barely contained ass now pressing against his crotch. “I’m good where I am, but thanks for the offer.” Cheek in Mason’s tone, combined with his free hand lifting to the fabric of Dustin’s sleeve as he flexed once more, shamelessly grasping at the bicep before drawing his arm up higher. If he had his shirt off his pits would be exposed, but he knew it was a position that’d put even more stain on the fabric. Wanting to hear it rip. Leave the other exposed for him.

Something about hearing his co-worker call him a good boy in that voice of his had Dustin shuddering with need while his cock twitched under his obscenely tight pants. He’d never gotten off on something like that; he always liked to be the one in control calling other people ‘good boy’, but he found himself ever so slightly pressing his ass back on Mason now. “You like my body, huh?” He asked, breathless with how turned on and excited he was by this new situation, but his voice still retained some of that cockiness that Dustin always had. Even though Mason was winning here, he was still trying to fight back as best he could. Licking his lips he watched as his bicep raised higher and he allowed it, even lifted it up himself while it was still flexed until suddenly his shirt couldn’t take anymore---and ripped, right from his elbow to his pit. “Shit, that’s not good,” He murmured, panicking at ruining his work clothes while still at work, but he didn’t move; he stayed against Mason’s body, with his arms flexed and his ass against his bulge, as if awaiting some kind of reaction from his co-worker.

Mason could almost tell what was running through the other’s mind in that moment, and he had absolutely zero plans of letting go of that trail of thought any time soon. Not when there was every chance this guy was going to be giving in to him pretty quick. “Sure you weren’t. You just tensed up your chest and the rest of you decided to join in. I mean, it’s fair enough, you’re built, and I bet you like showing it all off. it’s why you go for a size that barely fits. Frames the muscles, frames the junk, but surprise. It also frames your ass perfectly to. Which, hey, lots of people like even if they don’t want a it.” His words were easy, still moving in closer and letting out a soft chuckle as Dustin grabbed at his own ass, giving him a proper look at just how tight the fabric was. “Sure, sure, fit in to em easy. Yous cared to bend over in ‘em? You’d probably tear right through. Same with your shirt. Go on, flex for me again. Bet those sleeves are getting ready to rip as we speak.” It was all taunt, all tease, knowing guys could be quick to anger, but quick to work up as well. He was close enough now to reach out, an arm curling around Dustin to squeeze at one of his pecs, almost precisely finding his nipple with his thumb.

If Mason wanted to see him flex again then Dustin would gladly flex again. Maybe a second look at how built his upper body was would scare the blonde away and stop all this leering at his ass, but as soon as he was about to tense up his muscles he felt a hand toying at one of his pecs and brushing against one of his nipples, drawing a surprised whimper from between his lips. “Shit,” He breathed, his body coming to rest back against the one behind him, which also inadvertently brought his ass up against Mason’s bulge, but Dustin was quick to straighten up again with a blush staining his cheeks red. “Why don’t you, uh, come around here and play with my pecs instead of doing it from back there?” Dustin challenged, wanting to get this guy away from his behind especially now as it still remained against his bulge. “And you’re wrong, by the way,” He told him defiantly as he finally flexed his body again, his arms testing the fabric of his shirt once more, threatening to rip through, “I can flex and bend over all I want. It all fits just fine.”

Mason didn’t even try to hold back the easy laugh that escaped from his lips at the display th eother was putting on. He’d been watching him for a while, but it had taken the guy until now to really react. Not that he was surprised, they passed each other on a pretty frequent basis almost every day, but this was the first time that it was just the two of them in his memory. Which, well, spoke volumes. Even as he noticed the other flexing, puffing his chest up as if getting ready for a fight. “So you’re saying I’m not getting a shot at your ass, when your flexing it for me? I mean, really, how do you even put those on in the morning.” He shifts closer almost silently, head tilting a little. “I’m Mason, by the way.”

In an instant, Dustin’s flexed body deflated, the swell of his chest and biceps falling down but his ass still continuing to strain against the tight fit of his pants. Since he’d picked his pants out for how they framed his impressive bulge as opposed to how they clung to his ass, he wasn’t even aware of how obscene they looked from behind, though he was paranoid now and eyeing his co-worker suspiciously. “I wasn’t flexing my ass, dude,” He spat back defensively before folding his arms over his chest, even those looking like they were about ready to burst out of his shirt. Dustin looked good when his clothes were tight fitting, he knew that, but he was beginning to question if he was getting the right attention for it. “My ass is just...like that, and if I was going to flex it, it wouldn’t be for you.” Again, he looked over his shoulder at his thick, toned behind and grabbed a handful of one of his cheeks, his fingertips giving it a gentle wobble beneath the constricting fabric. “I fit into these real easy, alright?”

A grin spread across Blake’s lips as Ethan reacted exactly as he’d hoped. This hadn’t been his plan for the afternoon but he would never object to an attractive audience. “Make yourself comfortable,” he replied, parting his thighs further to give Ethan an even better view.  Blake’s eyes remained fixed on his guest as he palmed himself, prompting him to fake a heavy sigh. “Y’know, my wrist is kinda tired from writing all morning. If you don’t mind lending a hand then I’d be extremely grateful.”

“That didn’t take long.” Ethan was hopping onto the mattress on his knees in an instant, grinning down at Blake as he quickly moved between his legs and lay down on his stomach, leaving him level with his frat brother’s entrance. “You could be eased open a little more before you use that on yourself,” Ethan told him, nodding at the vibrator before he leaned in closer and licked at Blake’s hole without hesitation; once, twice and a third time before his middle finger came to circle over it. His gaze flicked up to meet Blake’s then as he eased not just that finger into him, but his index finger too, sinking them into his friend’s tight heat until his knuckles were nudging at the rim. “This okay?”

“Oh really? Because I’ve been told I look great in handcuffs.” Blake didn’t know what it was about uniforms that he found so appealing but he was dying to see what else Tyler could show him. “But if you haven’t got a squad car parked out there, I’m going to be very disappointed.”

“What, you want me to handcuff you, bend you over my squad car and read you your damn rights now?” Tyler laughed, though he wasn’t opposed to doing so. His car was parked outside (and he planned on leaving it there for the night, since he’d had a couple of drinks) meaning it would be no problem taking this kid’s ass right over the hood if that was what he wanted. “Lucky for you, I can do just that.”

“Nope. I’ve done my fair share of bending over lately,” Blake confirmed with a nonchalant shrug. It had been far too long since he’d been on top and Brandon was unfortunate enough to catch him in a stubborn mood. “What, are you scared to take a dick up there?“ he asked with a laugh, edging closer to rub Brandon’s bulge through this pants. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you,” Blake whispered in his ear.

“Aw, come on now, you know I’m not scared of anything. I just don’t know if I’ll like it is all.” Brandon wasn’t even completely out as bisexual, and everything he’d done with a guy had been him strictly on top, but he was far too horny to stick to his own rules tonight as he groaned impatiently and shifted on the two-seater, until he was on his hands and knees with his ass presented for Blake. “You better be as good on top as you are at taking it, slut,” Brandon teased him as he lowered his head down and arched his back, making his black boxer briefs ride down over his thick, toned ass just a little.

After living with a fraternity for over three years, there wasn’t much that Blake hadn’t seen in this house. As a result, he rarely bothered to lock his door even when he was lying naked on the bed with a vibrator in hand. “Nah, I’d use something smaller if I was thinking about you,” he quipped, casually continuing to pleasure himself while he spoke to Ethan. “Do you need something or are you just going to hover in the doorway?”

“Neither, actually.” Ethan stepped wholly into the room and kicked the door shut behind him, making it quite clear to his frat brother that he had no plans on leaving him alone anytime soon.  While Ethan had gotten his cock buried in most of the bottoms living under their shared roof, Blake had still evaded him, and seeing him about to fuck himself with a vibrator was far too exciting a show to pass up on. “Don’t mind me, I’m happy just to watch you do your thing,” He assured Blake as he stepped around the mattress and came to lean on his frat brother’s desk, giving him a perfect, direct view between the dark haired boy’s legs. Letting a hand fall down to palm his cock through his jeans, he nodded. “And if you need me for anything, I’m right here.”