#murrgatto

It was a funny joke for the movie. They had found themselves at the strip club to celebrate for Murr’s birthday, women were strewn about in the dimly lit room as they walked through eyeing all four of them up and down with hungry eyes. The best part of the night was in the private room they had rented out and planted cameras, while Murr was getting his “birthday special” the curtains opened up and there was his family. He was red as a tomato and the three couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer shame that was on Murr’s face. After that, Murr was on edge, nothing that a couple of drinks and laughs couldn’t fix.

Q and Sal were off in the club enjoying the spectacle of talented women showing off their skills on the pole and exchanging incomprehensible conversations that they probably wouldn’t remember the next day because of how hammered they were. This left Murr and Joe in the private room together, Murr only slightly intoxicated and Joe fully sober as usual but still happy and enjoying the lovely women that came through. Joe had his eyes set on other things though. None of the other guys knew, but Murr was Joe’s, let’s say “handy” assistant, when his arm was encased in a cast. After a while of mentally sorting things out, Joe had come to the conclusion that he wanted just a little more than help from Murr. And with the other two jokers off and doing their own thing, Joe saw his opportunity and was determined to cease it. He sat next to Murr as another dancer had finished the song and made her way out of the room. It was quiet minus the booming music that came through the speakers.

“I still can’t believe what you guys did to me. That was my whole family!” Murr relived the moment in his head as he sat next to Joe on the black sagging couch, face going red.

“It’s all in good fun Murray and you know it. Besides you’ve had much worse than that.” Tattooed, skydiving, watched his blankie be burnt before his eyes, forced to wear a wig of his best friend’s hair anytime he was on set. It was true, but this was another fresh wound.

“I know.”

“And each time, no matter how embarrassing, you take it on like a champ. It’s something I've always admired about you. No matter how bad we poke fun at you, you never miss a beat and still hold yourself high.” Murr blushes at the influx of positive comments that Joe blasts out. “And y’know this place has me thinking, i’d love to see how you’d do on a pole.” Joe smiles at the idea, the thought of it all was so funny. At the same time though, it was a little filthy desire of his. Murr dressed in some risque attire working the pole, he felt himself twitch in his pants but urged the sensation away. ‘Not yet.’ he thought to himself. Murr drinks down the last drops of whatever was in his glass, his confidence usually grew whenever he drank so he merely smiled at the suggestion.

“Well, I have been getting active again. I don’t think i’d be too bad on the pole y’know Joey.” Joe raises his eyebrows at the burst of confidence and wants to see just how far he can take things.

“You can talk the talk buddy.” His fingers were drumming in beat against his thighs seeing if Murr would take the bait, and sure enough he was up on his feet and stumbling over to the pole that was in the room. Murr took a lap around the pole, hanging from one arm as he went around and seeing that Joe had his eyes carefully trained on him and each movement he made, he was going to give him a show tonight. He would be lying if he said something didn’t spark inside of him after helping to care for Joe, he felt as though he knew a little too much about him now, but it would only serve to be fuel for this evening.

“Foolproof plan.” He said to himself as he tried his best to replicate moves he’s seen some ladies pull off on the pole, spinning about with legs flying. He tried to stay up but his hands were covered in sweat and he slid down like a koala in a tree clinging on for dear life. Joe started laughing but Murr plundered on. He spun around once again and in the process flung off his shirt, smiling to himself as he once again had Joe’s full attention. After the song playing overhead was over, he strutted his way over to Joe, gyrating his hips and trying his best to be sexy. Joe couldn’t take his eyes off of him, there was something incredibly enticing about it all.

“Murr, buddy, you look like a noodle dancing in a pot of boiling water.” He giggled to himself and Murr let out a shaky sigh as he felt Joe pull him in closer and onto his lap. Murr was straddling Joe, still trying to pull his smoothest moves as he grinds against him, that’s when he lost it all. Joe pulled him in and attached their lips together. Passionately their lips moved in sync, eyes screwed shut as they savored the sensation they both were starved for. Joe smirks as they pull away, a small string of spit connecting them still. Slightly gross, but the two could care less. Joe took a palm to Murr’s jeans and felt his bulge pressing forward, Murr’s head fell between his shoulders as his forehead pressed against Joe’s shoulder at the sensation of friction against his aching hard on. “Is this the alcohol talking, or is this James Murray?” He’s undoing the buckle of his belt and unzipping his jeans.

“I’m very much sound of mind right now Joe, I didn’t drink that much.”

“Yeah you’re not acting like a sloppy bitch like you usually do yet which is surprising.” Joe’s hand sinks below the waistband of his boxers and grabs at Murr’s cock that twitches at his words, “I knew it.” Murr goes stiff hearing those words and didn’t quite know what he meant by that but he had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it could be.

“Joey keep going please.” His hips were bucking into the cold touch of Joe’s hand, grinding and getting himself off. Joe smiled at the desperation and knew just how to get him off.

“You’re a shame whore aren’t you, Murray? Admit it.” Murr doesn’t say anything but let’s out a small whimper knowing he had been caught. It was a response enough for Joe as he smirked and attached his lips to the bare flesh of his chest, leaving his mark on him. “Just love looking like an idiot, maybe that’s why you tell us so many of your secrets. Your intimacy with a stuffed animal, lasering your chest hair, all of it. Just so we can use it as fuel and you get off on it don’t you?” Murr didn’t say anything, just kept panting with his eyes screwed shut as he ground into Joe’s hand feeling himself getting closer and closer to climax with each degrading sentence from Joe. “Answer me you horny bastard.”

“Yes Joe, yes!” Murr musters up.

“Yes what? What are you? I want to hear you say it.” Joe knew this was getting the smaller man off and he wanted to milk it as much as he could.

“I-I’m… i’m…” Murr felt the hot shame he felt earlier all over again, “i’m a… a shame whore. I love the punishments more than I should. I shouldn’t but I do! Joey, I'm so close please, more.” Murr was gripping at Joe’s shoulder, rocking his hips in rapid motion wanting nothing more than to just cum already. Their lips were once more connected, tongues swirling about and it all became too much. With a strained moan, Murr came in his pants.

“Look at you, made a mess of yourself.” Joe takes his hand out and starts undoing his own belt. “Now, how’s about you help me a little here?” Murr didn’t have to be asked twice, he dropped between Joe’s thighs and watched as he fished his cock out of his pants. Without another word Murr took as much as he could into the heat of his mouth wanting nothing more than to make Joe see stars as he got him off. “Fuck James, how are this good you filthy son of a bitch.” It was everything and so much more than Joe could’ve imagined. The feeling of him bobbing up and down on his cock, he could feel him gag on occasion and fuck was that hot. Once in a while, their eyes met and it only brought Joe closer to the edge each time.

He had his hand on the back of Murr’s head, feeling as his head dipped down and came back up. Murr worked the best he could, the fear of the other guys or someone else barging in on their heated session, but the idea of that was something that would arouse him. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Joe’s cock every time he came up, with a pointed end he would trace along the slit which made Joe’s hips jolt, and a free hand fondling his balls.

“Gonna cum. Murr… Murray…” Joe was panting with half hooded eyes. Murr moaned, sucked, and worked his tongue in rapid fashion. The hand on the back of his head shoved him down on Joe’s cock “fuck!” Joe grunted as he released into the back of Murr’s throat leaving him with nothing to do but swallow it all as his eyes filled with tears from gagging. He finally pulls off, both men panting and Murr watches as Joe’s cock softens and he tucks it back away in his pants. “For god’s sake Murr get your shirt back on.” Joe jokes to him. Murr had actually forgotten briefly about his momentary stripper moment, he puts it back on and just then the other two jokers stumble in giggling like idiots.

“We… we should head back to the hotel guys. I’m about one drink away from making worse choices!” Q slurs out smiling with drunken pride. Sal does nothing but laugh.

“Th-that sounds like a great idea guys! Let’s go and do that.” Murr quickly responds with eyes flitting over to Joe who’s smiling like the cheshire cat. With that, they hail a cab, as drunk Q and Sal pile in, Joe discretely gropes Murr’s ass as he gets into the car making him jump and almost fall.