Let's Make a Deal: Chapter 1

by MattyTanner

My employee and roommate saw right throught me that I had hots for him and he took the lead from me

*It is based on a true story*

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"How about this? I'll make you a deal..."
 
Oh great, Tyler's "deals" were usually nonsensical scenarios where both sides of the deal completely benefited himself.
 
"If you let me have the good bedroom, I'll let you touch my dick."
 
What? Holy shit, where did that come from? He really was drunk. Okay, I had to play it cool. I choked on my drink mid-swig.
 
"WHAT?! ... How is that- why would I want- why would you-" I sputtered, attempted to clear my throat while I tried to pick one clear thought at a time. "Jesus, you are drunker than I thought. First of all, how is that at all a good deal for me? You get to sleep in the comfy room in MY cabin, and as a reward I get the privilege of touching your dick? Why would I even want to touch your dick?"
 
In my head: 'Yes! Deal! Take the comfy bed! Whip out your dick right now, please!' Of course, saying that was not an option. A best friendship, the only real friendship I had, hung in the balance. This was just one of Tyler's weird drunk jokes where the punchline was 'Wow, what are you, gay?'
 
I kept my tone light. "Someone really has to teach you how deals work. You offer something that benefits the other person, in order to get something that benefits you."
 
Tyler looked dumbfounded. It was a cute, innocent look that he had that secretly got to me every time. Truth be told, I had given in to many of his nonsense deals in the past. None of them, of course, had friendship altering consequences quite like this latest whooper.
 
"Uh huh, well this does benefit you!"
 
"How do you figure touching your dick benefits me?"
 
"Oh come on! You know you want to." He gave me an exaggerated knowing look that both excited and infuriated me in it's truthfulness. I tried my best to hide both of those reactions. "I know you want to touch my pee pee..." he teased.
 
"Okay first off, never call it your pee pee ever again."
 
A flashed a coy smirk at that. He was certainly acting pretty drunk. But we'd been going drink for drink and shot for shot all night. I was definitely feeling the effects, but I wouldn't say I was hammered or anything. We had both definitely drank a lot more than this in the past.
 
So then, what was with the super-drunk act? Was this all really just a ploy so that if I finally relented and said 'okay then whip it out!' he could laugh and call me a fag? Or... did he really want me touching his dick? Shit, did I even want him to want me to touch it? I mean, yes, of course I wanted to. But, what would it mean for our friendship? Was the feigning higher inebriation a way of denying accountability in the sober light of day tomorrow? Was saying "Wow we were way too drunk last night!" excuse enough for some kind of sexual shenanigans between two straight best friends? Granted, the excuse had been used before after nights of debauchery. Drunk prank calls to bosses and ex-girlfriends were one thing, even skinny dipping in the middle of the night hardly compared to what he was proposing.
 
Clearly I should ignore the proposal. Laugh it off, say 'nice try, homo.' Better yet, just change the subject completely. I really did value the friendship too much. I shouldn't jeopardize permanently making it weird. I had gone this long keeping my strange desires to myself.
 
"Second of all, I think you are cut off from the Tito's for the night. And what the fuck makes you think that you know I want to touch your dick?" Okay maybe I wasn't ready to drop it just yet.
 
"Oh come on! Matt, come on!... Really, Matthew... come on-" He made a show of chugging down the remains of his drink and setting the cup down on the couch next to him. "... Come on, like it isn't obvious."
 
I groaned and rolled my eyes. "No.. it isn't at all. You aren't making sense you fuckin' weirdo."
 
"Oh shh shh shhhh Matthew. It's okay. I know. I knooow you want it," he motioned to his own body with his hands, like a Price is Right model presenting a new car. "I know you want this..."
 
If I was taking another sip of my drink I would have choked again. Quick, I needed an appropriate reaction. My face, and what I said next, couldn't reveal what my mind was screaming- that he had hit the nail on the head, that he had read me spot on. Was it so obvious? I thought I had been playing the perfectly cool, totally hetero, not-sexually-attracted-to-him best bro ever part convincingly all these years.
 
"Haha dude what the fuck!? Like.. what the actual fuck are you talking about?" Okay, keep it cool. I didn't want to make myself sound too angry or too shocked. To try and deny it too fervently would be tantamount to admitting guilt. He who smelt it, dealt it, to put it in terms of farts. Which, why would anyone do that? Anyway, I went with amused confusion instead. At least that was the look I hoped I had on my face.
 
He gave me another one of those exaggerated knowing looks again. One that made me want to simultaneously punch him in the face and jump on him and tear his clothes off at the same time. "Seriously, bro. I see the way you look at me. The way you try to act like you aren't paying attention but at the same time stare too much any time I take my shirt off. I mean, I can't blame you, have you seen these muscles?" He said it jokingly, but with a cockiness that his dedication to the gym had afforded him.
 
"Wow, I knew you were full of yourself, but I didn't know you were actually delusional," I countered. "How many times do I have to tell you that everyone doesn't want you. Every dude that looks at you is not gay. Every guy that talks to you isn't hitting on you."
 
"Maybe, but I know you are."
 
This bizarro conversation still had an air of drunk jokiness to it, but not nearly as much as when it had first begun, and it was dissipating fast. It was being replaced fast by the feeling that I was being called out on years of bullshit that I was under the impression I had been expertly concealing.
 
"I mean, why else do you let me get away with all the shit I get away with? Why do you pay for most of the stuff we do? Why else would you want to hang out with me so much?" He continued.
 
"Dude, that is the strangest combination of cockiness and self-doubt I've ever heard. Uhhhm maybe because we are best friends? So you are saying you think you use your sex appeal to get me to do what you want? I pay for trips and stuff because of your gorgeous male body?"
 
"Hey your words not mine."
 
I rolled my eyes and continued, "Or maybe it's because you are always broke and I'm not, and sometimes if I didn't pay we'd never do anything and I'd never do anything fun at all cause I don't have any other real friends?"
 
"Woah, this conversation just got real," he mused. "Okay so that might be some of it but the other part is cause yoooou waaant meeee."
 
I rolled my eyes. Jesus, I needed to go to bed and hope we woke up tomorrow and at least pretended this conversation had never happened. Oh, and furiously masturbate, I'd also need to do that before I went to sleep.
 
I actually tended to do that rather frequently after nights spent hanging out with Tyler. It was all part of some strange infatuation that I'd developed at the start of our friendship that I thought I was cleverly hiding for the past 4 years. Maybe I should try and explain a bit.
 
I met Tyler 6 years ago when he was a fresh new baby-faced employee at the dead end retail job I'd been wasting away at. At the time he was just out of High School, and I had recently graduated college, and we were friendly with each other at work but not entirely on each others' radars. At the time, I was actually in what I thought was a healthy relationship with a girl I imagined I'd marry someday. When that relationship went south, due in large part to my inability to move on and make something of myself after college, we broke up and I moved back in with my parents and continued not making something of myself.
 
I was always a bit of a loner, and didn't maintain many friendships while I was in that relationship. Once it ended I started trying to hang out more with my co-workers, the closest thing I had left to any friends. I got roped in with the younger crowd to go out and celebrate Tyler's big 21st Birthday party. I say younger because by then I was 26 and still hanging around with the largely younger college age group of retail workers who had yet to presumably move on to bigger and better things.
 
Anyway, turns out everyone else bailed for various reason's on the night we were supposed to go out for Tyler's big Birthday blow out. So it was just me and Tyler. And we actually ended up having a really fun time. Out of this, a quick friendship formed. Despite the fact that he looked like a cliched meathead jock, he was actually kind of a nerd who just happened to work out at the gym a lot. And despite the age difference, and the fact that I avoided the gym like demons avoid churches, we actually shared a lot of interests, and also bonded over both going through recent break ups.
 
We went out for drinks a lot, or hung out in my parents' basement and watched movies or weird youtube videos. At the risk of sounding really lame, a best bromance formed. We'd go on what Tyler would call "adventures" together; road trips to see shows, or hunt ghosts in supposedly haunted places. At some point I finally got promoted to manager at our crappy retail job and even as manager and employee we were still inseparable. We'd schedule our vacation times together and go on camping trips to my family's cabin in the mountains. These trips were basically just days on end of goofing off and getting drunk in nature. Which actually brings us back to what we were doing now, fighting over who gets the comfiest bed in the cabin. Or more accurately the only bed that didn't feel like sleeping on a pile of rocks.
 
But somewhere along the way, I developed an oddly strong crush on Tyler. Okay, so I am not going to sit here and pretend that up until I'd met Tyler, I had never thought of a man sexually. It was always kind of a fantasy I'd kept somewhere deep in my mind. Some kind of attractiveness to hot dudes that was strictly physical, even though I considered myself straight and was physically and emotionally attracted to women. Whatever, it's the Twenty-First Century, I don't have to explain my orientation to anyone. Suffice it to say, this physical attraction to men had never been so strong or real for me until I met Tyler, and then I went and made a best bro out of him.
 
Alright, back to the story at hand. Tyler's nonsense deal to get the good bedroom and have me touch his dick. He appeared to be drunkenly stumbling all over the truth of the matter of me crushing on him, and my plan was to continue to straight up deny it.

I sighed, "well, I think it's time for bed. Tomorrow let's say we were too drunk to remember what the eff we talked about tonight, okay?"
 
Tyler shrugged. "Okay- but wait, we never decided who gets the good bed!"
 
"Oh, I obviously do, because it's my cabin."
 
As I came to this decision, Tyler slid off his couch and onto the spot directly next to me on the love seat.
 
"But what about my deal?"
 
Another groan from me, "Are we still on this bullshit deal? Let it go, shithead."
 
Ignoring me, Tyler began pulling his under armor t-shirt off over his head. As he did, my heart skipped a beat. I immediately fell into the pattern that Tyler had laid out a minute before, trying to side-eye stare at his bare upper body and also act like I could care less at the same time. As he lifted his arms to pull the shirt over his head, I watched his muscles stretch and flex, from his abdomen to his shoulders.
 
"What are you doing? Put your shirt back on, pal."
 
He tossed the shirt aside. I took in the sight as much as I could while pretending not to. When the clothes came off the age roles oddly reversed, although I was 29 and Tyler was only 24, he became the man and I felt more like a boy myself. His chest sported a respectable spread of short brown hair. Enough to come across as manly, but not so much that it completely hid the clearly worked on and well defined pectorals beneath it. The hair thinned out further and traveled down the middle of his upper body, over ripply abs, and then spread out to a bit wider area beneath his belly button and down into his gym shorts. The shorts rode down low enough for me to see the hypnotizing lines that formed a V disappearing beneath. A V that I knew would be even more defined if he had been standing instead of sitting inches away next to me.
 
Beneath my shirt, I would be sporting the figure of a near 30 year old who counts walking around at work all day as his main source of exercise. Rather than a short, even coat of hair on my chest, I sported a patchy sparse V of dark hair that went between my decidedly not worked on pecs. My mid-section then, for the most part, was not hairy save for a patchy path beneath my belly button that led down into my sweat pants. There was no rippled abs or enticing hip-V to speak of. My tall frame and some genetic luck meant that I wasn't fat. I just definitely was not in-shape; somehow overall boyish in spite of my age and attempt at a beard.
 
But that was me, and I was not the one who had just carelessly pulled off and tossed aside my shirt. Nor did I intend to.
 
"Come on, bro, take the deal." Tyler cooed, playfully running a circle around one of his nipples with a finger as he stared at me in what he must imagine was a mock seductive manner. This joke had gone beyond too far.
 
"Oh. My. God. Are you high AND drunk? I am not touching your junk, man."
 
"Why not?"
 
"Because I don't want to."
 
"Are you sure about that?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Really?" I noticed at that, that he'd shifted his gaze downward. I followed it. He was looking at my crotch. Damn it, there was a bit of a noticeable bulge there. Fuck. Mortified, I grabbed a pillow next to me and jammed it down on my lap over my uncooperative member. I wanted to tell it to cool down, we were almost out of here and I could tend to it in the privacy of my room.
 
"Don't look at my crotch! Eyes up here!" I countered.
 
"Come on dude it's getting late, we are both tired and need to get to bed. Just reach in and grab it. You know you want to."
 
My head was spinning, not from the booze, but from the surrealism. This was my fantasy come true, and my nightmare all at the same time. he wasn't giving this up. It was an awful lot for him to go through for some kind of "Caught you being gay" prank. But the fantasies usually ended after I'd blown my load on my belly. In real life, we had our camping trip to continue tomorrow morning, and a friendship to continue. Was that even possible if I gave in?
 
"I am not going to just reach in and grab it."
 
"Why not?"
 
"Because... I don't know maybe because I'm not gay?"
 
"Hey-" He put up his arms, his deliciously muscled arms, in surrender, "-I'm not gay either. But you still want to, don't you? And I want to help a brother out."
 
This shocked, appalled act on my part was starting to get exhausting. Especially since he was right. I just couldn't admit it, right?
 
"...No. I know you! I reach for it and you pull away and say 'woah, it's just a prank bro! what are you gay?' or something ridiculous like that. Hell, I tickled your foot once as a joke three years ago and you still haven't let me live it down."
 
"Yeah well that was pretty gay."
 
"Ugh! Goodnight." I went to get up from the couch. He reached out and grabbed my forearm, stopping me.
 
"Wait! What if I put your hand on it for you? That way I can't pull away and say it was a prank."
 
"Jesus this is getting ridiculous. You really want me to touch your cock?"
 
He winced. "Ooooo I don't know if I like you calling it my cock. Sounds pretty gay."
 
"That's what sounds gay about all of this?!" I asked, incredulous. He still had his hand on my forearm. I felt a stirring in my pants under the pillow from that simple touch. I imagined the pillow rising up off my lap as if by magic.
 
It was Tyler's turn to sigh, and to apparently finally get serious. "But seriously, we are up here alone, there's no one around. I'm horny, I think you want this. I think you always have. Sounds like a win-win to me."
 
I had to remember to swallow the saliva building in my mouth. He looked down at his own lap, I followed his gaze and noticed there was something of a noticeable bulge beginning in his shorts now.
 
I guess he took the fact that I didn't protest further, didn't pull my arm away from him, didn't get off the couch, as my consent for him to continue. I guess he was right, because he took my arm and guided my hand over to his lap and to that tantalizing beginnings of a bulge that had now stolen my attention.
 
He lowered my hand down into the fabric of his shorts and released his grip. I didn't try to pull away. Instead I felt the hardening shape of my best friend's cock beneath my hand and through the thin fabric. My mouth went dry. I could tell through the clothes that he was only semi-erect at this point but it felt like it was already growing to my touch. Okay, what was I supposed to do now?
 
"See? you like it don't you?"
 
I couldn't respond. I just stayed there, staring at my hand pressed down on his crotch. I didn't know where else to look, too afraid or embarrassed or I don't know what to look back to his face and make eye contact. Maybe I was afraid some spell would be broken.
 
Tyler rocked his hips ever so slightly.
 
"You can rub it if you want."
 
I did want. Very much so. I began rubbing my hand gently up and down over the bulge in his shorts. I rubbed in a circular motion as the bulge became more of a tent. I tried gently squeezing and moving my fingers over it, getting a feel for the size and shape of his hard cock straining against the fabric. I could hear him heavily breathing. He was ever so slightly grinding and swaying his hips into the couch. I had to remind myself to swallow the lump in my throat.
 
I traced my fingers up the shaft, and began rubbing my fingers around the outline of his cock head. He let out a deep sigh and I braved a glance up from his lap to his face. He looked back at me, an infuriatingly cute smirk on his face. I lost my nerve and looked back down at my work.
 
"Go in my shorts."
 
What? this was madness. I didn't want to take my fingers away from his dick-outline, but I did. Instead of going up to the waist of his shorts, I went down his muscled thigh, until my hand felt the tight hairy skin of his thigh instead of cotton fabric. And then I went back up into the leg hole of his shorts. The son of a bitch was free-balling. No underwear tonight? How long had he been planning this?
 
Up my hand went. It was downright steamy inside those shorts. Finally my fingers encountered his balls, I gently squeezed them and moved on, up the shaft pressed against his lower abdomen. I felt a stubbly patch of what seemed to be shortly trimmed pubic hair and then ran my finger tips around the head. My fingers felt the slickness of a bit of pre-cum.
 
Tyler let out a content sigh. I was now turned sideways on the couch next to him. My left arm up his shorts giving his cock a rub down, and before I knew it, my right hand was reaching out and I was running my fingers over the muscles of his chest, over hardened nipples and then down across the little ridges of his abs and then back up.
 
Tyler's sighs and breaths told me was enjoying all the attention, and I felt emboldened rather than hesitant. As one hand worked a circle around the cock in his shorts, and the other rubbed any muscle I could reach on his shoulders, arms, abs and chest, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue out over his nipple. Part of me expected some sort of freak-out on Tyler's part at this more intimate touch. Instead, Tyler exhaled another heavy content sigh at the tongue to nipple action.

I continued my work with both hands and mouth, mentally trying to catalog every sensation, the feeling of every bit of smooth skin and taught muscle. There was a feeling that this opportunity would probably never come again, and therefore remembering every vivid detail and storing it in my spank-bank was essential.

 

I was momentarily alarmed as Tyler shifted on the couch. He'd come to his senses, he wanted out. He was pulling my rubbing hand out from the leg of his shorts. My heart leaped to my throat, this was about to get awkward.

 

No, instead, Tyler scooted his ass off the couch for a moment while he pulled his shorts off his hips and down his legs. Down to his feet they went, where he kicked them aside and spread his legs out a bit further on the couch, exposing himself completely.

 

I watched in disbelief as his cock sprung free of his shorts, getting my first clear unobstructed view of what I'd secretly fantasized about for so long. This wasn't some gay porn fantasy, and his cock wasn't some 10 inch monster. More of an average cock, indeed, yet it was still one of the most glorious sights I had ever seen, because of the body and person it was attached to.

 

He cleared his throat. "Are you just going to stare at it?"

 

Broken from my trance I reached out and wrapped a hand around the rigid shaft. Tyler's reaction was immediate as I began slowly stroking as he let out a quiet deep groan from his throat. I started slowly at first, my eyes locked on Tyler's crotch and the work my hand was doing there. I brought my other hand down and cupped his balls, rolling them around in my fingers as I stroked up and down. I stroked up, rolled the head of his cock around in my palm, and then stroked down again.

 

Braving a look up from Tyler's lap, I feared an awkward moment of eye contact, but Tyler's head was tilted backwards on the back of the couch so that he was staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavily through his open mouth.

 

I trailed my eyes down the length of his body, which looked incredible with a slight sweaty sheen. Muscles writhed and flexed subtly as Tyler unconsciously grounded and ever so slightly bucked his hips to my

 

stroking.

 

As I continued stroking, my other hand had, on it's own accord, snaked down into my own lap, absentmindedly rubbing at my hard-on through my pants.

 

I had fallen back into a trance watching my hand stroking up and down the length of my friends stiff cock. My palm had gathered small droplets of pre-cum from it's tip and used it as lube to continue stroking. The trance was broken as I felt pressure on the back of my head, attempting to push my face downward towards Tyler's crotch. I fought the pressure for the briefest of moments before it's implications hit me. He wanted me to suck it, and frankly, I wanted to suck it. I allowed him to push my head down into his lap. Hell, he was stronger than me, and if I hadn't allowed him, he probably could have forced my face down there anyway.

 

Keeping him pointed up towards my lowering face with my grip around the base of his cock, I opened up and let his swollen head enter my mouth. It was the first and only cock I'd ever had in my mouth. I had little time to savor the new experience as Tyler continued pushing on the back of my head, forcing me down further and his cock in deeper, until for the briefest of moments he was buried to the hilt and his cock head was hitting the back of my throat.

 

Unprepared for it, I immediately began coughing and choking, tears sprang to my eyes unwittingly. Tyler's hand left the back of my head and I pulled up, his cock plopping from my mouth and bouncing off his abdomen.

 

"Jeez, don't gag me!" I coughed and sputtered, sitting up. As my eyes met Tyler's he looked apologetic.

 

"Sorry, man. I got carried away..."

 

He looked apologetic, yes, and maybe disappointed? Afraid he'd ruined it?

 

"Easy there tiger." I said, catching the look of relief on his face just before I lowered my head back down into his lap. Again I wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and guided his head between my lips.

 

From there, I don't know if I can explain exactly what came over me. It was my first time on this end of a cock-sucking. I'd gotten head on the regular from the couple serious girlfriends I'd had and I guess I used that knowledge of what worked and what didn't work in trying to give him the best blow job that I could.

 

I worked up plenty of saliva to make his entire shaft as slick as possible. I bobbed my head up and down, keeping my teeth out of the way and my lips tightly wrapped around his pole. As my head went down, the hand I had gripping his base rose up, until my lips met my fist. I fell into a rhythm, and began twisting my head slightly each time I lowered my lips down the shaft. Every so often I broke the pattern and brought my mouth up so that only the tip of his cock remained in my mouth while I swirled my tongue around the head and flicked it around the underside area just below the tip.

 

All the while I heard Tyler's breathing become deeper and heavier through his mouth. Every so often he would let out a breathless "yeeeah" or a louder "uuuuuuh" as I continued to channel everything I thought I'd ever known about a good dick suck into my blow job.

 

Tyler's hand had returned to the back of my head where he used the ever slightest pressure to guide me into a slightly quicker up and down pace. Feeling encouraged, I removed my fist from around his cock, giving more room for my mouth to travel down his slick length with the gentle pressure of his hand on the back of my head guiding me.

 

"Uhhhh yeah... suck my dick.. take it all the way in..." Tyler breathlessly demanded.

 

The words motivated me further. I suddenly needed his whole length in my mouth as far as it could go. I lowered my mouth down around his cock as far as I could, feeling it pressing the back of my throat. Something about the angle of my attack wasn't working from my seat next to Tyler on the couch. I couldn't bend forward far enough for my liking. One of his meaty thighs blocked my body as I leaned forward trying to inhale his dick.

 

Pulling up with another wet pop that sent his hard-on smacking off his abs, I grabbed a hold of it again as I slid my body off of the couch and scooted on my knees between Tyler's spread legs. My head now closer to my new favorite place on earth, Tyler's crotch, I opened wide and engulfed his manhood once again.

 

I released my grip again and rested both hands on either of Tyler's thighs, giving them a subconscious rub as I buried my face between his legs. I felt my gag reflex wanting to activate as he slid past my tonsils just as my nose pressed into the stubble of his trimmed up pubic hair and my chin mashed into his warm sack. I fought the urge to gag and held my position there with Tyler buried to the hilt in my mouth for a few seconds as I felt tears working in the corners of my eyes.

 

"Uhhhh yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. I retreated and pulled back until only the tip of his cock rested between my lips as I sucked a few precious breaths in through my nose. I felt both Tyler's hands tangle in my short hair and then he was forcing my head back into his lap and his cock to the back of my throat again.

 

"Yeah take my whole cock down your fucking throat!"

 

Each of Tyler's exclamations and taunts sent a thrill through me. He held me there, his whole length again in my mouth, until I felt ready to choke again and tried to force my head back off his lap. For a second he was too strong holding me there, but then he relented and I pulled back again keeping only the tip between my lips.

 

"You like my cock down your throat? You want to do it again? Do you want my cock to fuck your face?"

 

I couldn't in my wildest dreams have imagined Tyler talking to me this way. Both of my hands remained on his thighs, yet I felt my cock almost painfully straining against my pants it was so hard. With his dick in my mouth, too self conscious to look up at his face, I nodded yes and he guided my head back into his lap. This time I let his cock slide past my tonsils, felt my nose hit pubes, and immediately pulled back up, twisted my head ever so slightly as my lips glided up his shaft, and then twisted them back into position as they glided back down to his base.

 

I kept this up at an ever quickening pace, taking his complete length each time I bobbed my head down. There was an audible slurping sound. I thought I could even hear his balls smacking against my chin each time I buried my face completely in his lap.

 

"Yeeeah... yeeeah.. yeeeah.." Tyler moaned over and over again like a breathless mantra. His hands remained on the back of my head but he no longer needed to force me down onto his cock. I was doing it on my own, faster and faster. A slobbery snotty mess was building on my face and his crotch as I frantically deep-throated my bestie.

 

Tyler began lifting his hips up off the couch with each "yeah" and "uhh" that escaped his mouth, matching each of my downward slurps with an upward hump. I'd begun catching quick breaths in and out through my nose every time I un-swallowed his shaft, but it became more difficult as his hip humping became frenzied and I moved my head bobs to match.

 

"Yeah- suck my dick! Suck my fucking dick like a faggot! Fuuuck- yeah fucking suck my fucking dick like a fucking faggot!"

 

His exclamations had become a ramble of taunts and obscenities as he frantically humped my head. His taunts sent an odd thrill through me. I wasn't a faggot, I didn't want to be thought of as a faggot, but simultaneously I wanted to be Tyler's faggot. I needed to be Tyler's faggot.

 

"Yeah I'm fucking your face- I'm fucking your face- I'm fucking your fucking face- uhhh shit- fuck- shit I'm going to cum- oh shit fuck I'm cumming-"

 

Tyler's humps became erratic and spastic. He suddenly went rigid and I felt him release his grip on the back of my head as he seemed to be trying to pull himself out of my mouth in a hurry, one of his hands going towards his cock as he pulled out of my lips. But I had other plans. I wanted to swallow his load. Smacking his hand away from his cock I pushed him backwards and followed him down, pressing him into the couch and burying my head in his lap, and his pulsing cock in my mouth, and keeping it there.

 

His hands returned to my head and his fingers rubbed erratic lines in my hair. His hips jerked and spasmed and I felt his hot load hitting the back of my throat and coating it on its way down my gullet.

 

"Uhhhhhhh swallow my cum!" He groaned as I felt pulses of his jizz hitting my throat. Finally feeling ready to choke and sputter, I slowly pulled back a little, keeping a tight seal on his shaft with my lips, milking more of his seed into my mouth and onto my tongue. I swallowed that, grabbed a hold of his slick shaft and squeezed upward, pulling out another drop into my mouth. Finally I let his head wetly plop from my mouth and gave him one final slow upward yank, squeezing one more drop of milky cum out of his tip and breathlessly licking it up.

 

I remained there on my knees, his dick in my hand, looking up his chiseled panting body. His head was tipped back on the back of the couch looking up at the ceiling again. I gave his shaft a few more slow strokes as it began losing some of it's hardness in my hand. I noted that I was still painfully erect in my sweat pants.

 

Crazily, I wanted to stick his cock back in my mouth and make it hard again. I remembered how sensitive to the touch I'd been after being sucked off by former girlfriends. I recalled a particular girl who would like to try and keep sucking, causing me to squirm and pull away awkwardly. I decided against doing this to my best bud, and instead let go of his dick and scooted back on the floor a bit.

 

"Sooooooo... that happened..." Tyler said, awkwardly still staring up at the ceiling.

 

I tried to clear my throat, which felt phlegmy with saliva and my friend's cum. "I'm... gonna go clean up..." I said, pulling myself up off the floor, taking one last look at my gloriously naked friend and turning to the small bathroom just off the living room, closing the accordion style door behind me.

 

I looked like a hot mess when I checked myself out in the mirror above the sink. Dried tear streaks tracked from the corners of my eyes from when they had sprung involuntarily as I'd gagged on his cock. Saliva and clear snot plastered around my nose and mouth, and down my chin. My boner still tented out the front of my pants, pushing on the edge of the sink as I inspected myself in the mirror.

 

I thought for a minute about rubbing one out right there standing at the sink. But I worried about Tyler hearing me jerking myself off through the thin accordion door as he sat in the living room. An odd thought considering what we had just done, but I was embarrassed nevertheless to think that he'd hear me pleasuring myself and would therefore know how much what we'd just done had turned me on. As if he didn't already know.

 

Instead, I went to work washing my face in the sink with the bar of soap in the holder under the mirror that had probably been sitting there for who knows how many summers. I moved on to brushing my teeth, and by the time I had finished with that my erection had finally begun to diminish in my pants. I wondered how true of a thing blue-balls were, and if I would suffer from a case after being so worked up with no release. Ultimately I shrugged it off, as I assured myself that I would wank myself silly thinking about what had just happened the second I was alone enough not to have to worry about Tyler hearing, or worse, walking in on me.

 

By then I had pretty much sobered up and begun the lovely hangover stage of feeling like garbage that I'd started suffering through ever since nearing the 30 mark. I felt an uneasiness in my belly that for me, after drinking, usually meant a particularly rough and clearing-out bowel movement rather than throwing up.

 

Great, instead of hearing me jerking off, Tyler was going to hear my bowels exploding on the toilet. I did my business anyway, feeling like I'd completely emptied myself out. I warily washed my hands and, feeling drained and exhausted, stepped back out into the living room.

 

I don't know if I expected to find Tyler still naked on the couch, or relaxing there with his clothes back on or what, but he was actually gone. A small tinge of relief washed through my tired body, realizing he must have gone to sleep and spared us any awkward conversation that would have ensued. His shorts were also gone, but his t-shirt was still tossed over the arm of the couch across from the love seat where we'd just had our fun.

 

A jumble of thoughts about what kind of awkward morning lay ahead of us rolled around in my head. Jesus, we'd driven up together in my jeep, and whether we cut things short and rushed out of here to head home tomorrow, or finished out the remainder of our vacation week, we'd have a long tense car ride home together. I pushed all those thoughts aside and realized I needed some sleep. I stumbled through the living room and into the kitchen to the door to the middle bedroom. The accordion door was pulled most of the way shut, which I didn't remember doing earlier. Sliding it open I stepped into the tiny bedroom, shimmied out of my sweat pants so I was in my regular sleepwear of t-shirt and boxer-briefs, and prepared to throw myself onto the bed.

 

That's when I noticed Tyler sprawled out on the far side of the bed in nothing but his gym shorts, head on one of MY pillows. My mind went back to the "deal" that started it all. Tyler had made good on it, and was now sleeping in the good bed. At this point, exhaustion had finally taken over. I wasn't even thinking straight. I plopped down on the bed beside him with a loud creak from the old frame. Tyler murmured something seemingly still in his sleep and then was still again. Uncharacteristically for me and my brain that doesn't like to shut up ever, I almost immediately passed out.

 

I woke up some time later not knowing where I was or what year it was or who was the President. As I pried my eyes open, I was met with a confusing view I couldn't at first process. Wispy hair tickled my nose and face. Startled by the instant strangeness, I jerked my head back and my surroundings became more clear in the dim early predawn light coming through the blinds. It must have been very early, I couldn't have slept for more than a few hours. I was laying on my side, and my face was buried in an arm pit. Tyler's arm pit.

 

I suppressed the urge to freak out and jerk away from him. He appeared to still be sleeping, sprawled out on his back with one of his arms tossed above his head on the pillow above him. my face was nestled into the space his position created around his arm pit. As I took stock of the rest of the arrangement, I realized that I was on my side, spooned up against my friend. More alarming still, my arm was draped over Tyler, hand resting on his bare chest. I felt his breath rise and fall under my hand. Jesus, since when did I change positions so much in my sleep without waking up?

 

I needed to disengage from spooning my best bro before he woke up and a very awkward "what the fuck" moment ensued. Last night's bizarre activities seemed like a blurry alcohol induced dream at this point. One that was not going to carry over into the morning, and would be hard enough to get passed without Tyler waking up to find me cuddled against him. I should have just pulled away and rolled over as quickly and quietly as possible. Better still, slide right out of the bed and go one door down to an empty bed like a normal person.

 

Instead, feeling Tyler's tight bare skin under my hand, I decided it wouldn't hurt anything to slowly run my hand down from his chest and over his rippled midsection. My fingers met the fabric of his gym shorts low on his waist and should have stopped there. Instead, I let my hand trail lower, under a tangle of sheets that had fallen to his waist and above the gym shorts. Through the shorts I felt the outline of his bulge that sent a thrill through me, waking me up.

 

I stayed their for long moments, spooned up against Tyler's body, hand rested over his crotch. It felt wrong and right at the same time. Comforting and dangerous. Without realizing it, I had begun slowly rubbing my fingers over the outline of his dick through the shorts. I only fully realized what I was doing when I felt his cock begin to slowly shift and grow under my fingers. I wondered if I was causing some kind of crazy sex dream in Tyler's sleeping head. I contemplated if it were possible to make him cum in his shorts while he slept.

 

I was jolted out of these crazy thoughts when I noticed a change in Tyler's breathing and a slight shift of his body as he began moving the arm that he had tossed over his head on his pillow. Shifting in his sleep? Was he waking up or already awake? I panicked and quickly pulled my arm up out of the sheets, off his crotch, and rolled over, scooting away a few inches and coming to rest on my side facing away from him on my own pillow. I did it all in one quick panicked motion. Smooth. I heard Tyler slightly shifting around behind me. Was it possible that he was just finding a new comfortable position to drift back asleep? Maybe he wasn't even fully awake, wouldn't remember a thing, wouldn't even notice he had a hard-on.

 

I tried to focus on my breathing, make it sound like I was sleeping. I half expected to hear a "What the fuck were you just doing?" or even "What the fuck are you doing in bed with me?" A few seconds ticked by and nothing. Perhaps I had gotten away with it. I'd wait a little longer. I just had to wait until I was sure Tyler was still asleep and slink right off the bed and tiptoe to another bedroom. I didn't think it was possible Tyler was so drunk that he wouldn't remember last night's craziness at all. But maybe he'd at least question whether or not I'd actually crawled into bed with him in the middle of the night.

 

That plan went right out the window when I heard Tyler shifting his body behind me. He wasn't just re-positioning himself in his sleep. The bed creaked as he moved his entire body. Well, all I could do now was commit to my fake sleeping and hope he bought it. The old bed frame creaked and shifted beneath us as Tyler moved around behind me until I felt his body pressing up against my back.

 

What was he doing? Was it his turn to spoon up against me in his sleep? A muscled arm came around my body and wrapped under the shoulder that I had pressed into the mattress and then I was being pulled more tightly into Tyler's body at my back. Every inch of my back was now pressed into the front of Tyler. With a thrill, I could feel his shorts-covered hard-on pressed into my boxer brief covered butt. To my shock and amazement, Tyler began slowly rocking his hips, grinding his boner against my rear.

 

All pretense of sleep was gone, yet all I could do was lay there enthralled, wrapped in Tyler's arm as he dry humped me from behind. I heard his heavy breathing behind me; felt it on my neck. There was no chance that he was even remotely still drunk. What was he planning to grind one out against my body and nut in his own shorts? If so, that was fine by me.

 

A stab of sadness hit me as he pulled the arm that was wrapped around me away and disengaged his big spoon from my little spoon ever so slightly. I still didn't dare say or do anything as I heard and felt him fumbling around close behind me. Then I felt his hand at the small of my back, grabbing for the waistband of my underwear and tugging down on them forcefully. He wanted my boxer-briefs out of the way in a hurry and I agreed with his decision, lifting my hip up off the mattress for a second to make room for him to more easily yank them down. He tugged them down my thighs far enough in the back to expose my ass and left them there. they hung off of me in the front still mostly pulled up as they were hooked on the boner I had quickly sprung.

 

With a satisfied grunt Tyler was pressing himself against my back again and I could feel his hot hard erection pressing against my ass cheeks. He had also pulled his shorts down out of the way, apparently. He continued his hip grinding humping into my backside. I heard more breathing and grunting behind me and felt hands down at my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, I felt Tyler slide his cock between my spread cheeks length-wise and then let them go. My ass cheeks closed around his shaft like a bun around a hot dog.

 

He pressed his face into the back of my neck and breathed heavily onto my skin and began exaggeratedly pulling his lower body up and down against my back, sliding his dick between my cheeks.

 

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" He breathed into my neck.

 

Thrilled and shocked, I couldn't find a voice to respond. I feverishly nodded my head up and down. I wanted him inside me. I didn't know exactly what to expect, suspected it might hurt, but I needed it, nonetheless.

 

"I can't just stick it in dry, that's not gonna work. you gotta make my dick wet." He was talking behind me louder now, a little more demanding. It sent a nervous chill through me for some reason. Like I was scared the whole cabin would hear us, even though it was empty except for us.

 

Make his dick wet? I was so delirious I didn't at first get how I'd accomplish that. But Tyler was already pulling me by the shoulder to turn and face him. At the same time he was shifting himself up higher on the bed, pulling half of his body up onto the pillow and pressing himself into the head board. As he forced me to turn and face him, he was kicking his shorts the rest of the way off his muscled legs, propping himself up on an elbow and spreading his legs out wide to best present his crotch to me in all it's dimly lit glory.

 

I was busy staring at the sight for too long like an idiot, and Tyler grabbed me forcefully around the back of my head and pulled me towards him and to his lap. I got the idea in time to open up and try to catch his jutting cock in my mouth. It bobbed wide and smacked off my cheek. Feeling silly, I reached out and took hold of it and guided it into my mouth.

 

He instantly went to work pulling my head down onto his cock and I bobbed up and down dutifully.

 

"Come on, don't fuck around just get some spit on it." He commanded.

 

I worked as much saliva into my mouth as I could as I hastily sucked his cock. He released his hold on the back of my neck, grabbed a handful of my messy hair and pulled me off his slobbery knob.

 

"Spit on it!"

 

I worked up as much spit and phlegm from my throat as I could without making too disgusting of a hawking sound and, still having a one handed grip on his cock, spit it out onto his tip. Some clung there, and some plopped down to the mattress. Hands still tangled in my hair, he forced my face back down onto his cock and I opened wide and slid my lips down his slick shaft again. This time he kept pushing down further until I'd fully engulfed him and he'd slid past my tonsils, gagging me. He held me there and I felt myself producing more thick saliva as I gagged on his dick. Finally he released his grip and I retreated, his wet tool plopping from my mouth as I gasped for a breath.

 

"Spit on it again."

 

I did as instructed. This time stroking my hand up and catching all of my spit and phlegm on his head and dragging it back down the length of his shaft before it could drip off onto the bed.

 

"Okay, turn over on your stomach." Each blunt direction from him sent a thrill through me straight to my own cock, which was still tangled in the front of my half-pulled down briefs. I did as I was told, rolling over onto my stomach and resting my head in my arms face down on the pillow.

 

Tyler shifted some more beside me. "Pull your underwear off, dumbass."

 

Staying there on my stomach, I reached down, lifted my pelvis up slightly to unhook the front from my boner and then awkwardly slipped the boxer-briefs the rest of the way down my legs, kicking them off my ankle and onto the floor. I resumed my position laying flat on my stomach with my head turned to the side resting on my arms on the pillow. More movement from Tyler, and he was climbing between my legs. I spread them more to make room for him.

 

I could hear the old bed creaking and feel him moving, but couldn't see what he was doing. I felt his hand on my cheeks spreading them. I braced myself thinking this was going to be the painful part where he drove himself into me. Instead I heard him make a sound like he was hawking a loogey and spitting it out. Then I felt his other hand swipe between my cheeks and felt him rubbing warm saliva up and down my crack and over my asshole.

 

He repeated the process and his hand and fingers slid around my hole, lubed up with his spit. Apparently Satisfied, there was more shifting behind me and bed frame squeaking. I felt his knees pressing against the insides of my thighs, and one of his hands still held my ass cheeks apart. I felt more of his body and weight looming behind me and then something hard, wet and warm was pressing against my back entrance.

 

He was pushing his cock head into my anus, slowly but forcefully. I felt a searing pain and hissed through my teeth.

 

"Just relax, dude. Relax and take it in."

 

What kind of advice was that? Just relax? I didn't know how to relax as his tip pressed agonizingly harder at my hole. I wanted it to just satisfyingly slip inside of me, but I was beginning to think it wasn't going to fit. I desperately wanted my hot friend, who I had secretly lusted after for so long, to use my ass for his cock's pleasure, but the pain was not abating and he was not slipping in past the head. I wanted him in but needed him out and felt myself pushing my sphincter like I was going to the bathroom in an attempt to push the head out.

 

Shockingly, this had the opposite effect, and I took a deep gasping breath as I felt Tyler slip into me further past the head. He let out a satisfied moan as I let out a pained grunt. Thankfully, he remained mercifully still for a moment just inside of me as I tried to control my breathing.

 

"Shit it's tight." He observed. I didn't need him telling me that, as he began ever so slowly pushing himself down into me. It felt thrilling, and also burned like I was being torn at the seam down there at the same time. It honestly felt like he kept slowly sliding into me forever. Gradually the searing turned to a not entirely unpleasant sensation as he filled me; a sensation that I felt running faintly to my own crotch.

 

Finally, I felt more of Tyler's skin come into contact with my backside as he buried himself to the hilt up inside of me and his pelvis pressed into my ass cheeks. He remained there fully inside of me for a few tantalizing moments. Long enough for me to come to enjoy the feel of his hardness in me, before I felt him begin to just as slowly withdraw. I unwittingly whimpered as he pulled back. I hated him leaving but at the same time, it also felt good feeling him go.

 

He pulled himself almost completely back out, back up to just the tip of his cock inside of me, and then just slightly more forcefully and quickly plunged back down into me. It stung even less the second time taking him in. He repeated again, still going slowly but picking up momentum each time, until all hint of pain was gone and I felt only shivers of pleasure each time he glided back into me.

 

Each measured thrust from Tyler sent some kind of vague pulse of pleasure to my crotch. I felt like if he'd just pick up the pace a little, it would really start to feel great. I needed him to, and suddenly I found myself raising my hips up off the bed, trying to draw my ass up onto his cock even as he pulled back. Then I was lifting myself up onto my elbows and knees with Tyler still inside of me, instinctively positioning myself for him to better thrust into me from behind. He grabbed onto my waist with both hands.

 

"That's right, take it like a bitch!" he hissed through gritted teeth as he pulled back and thrust into me again. "You want me to fuck your fag ass like a little bitch?" Another forceful thrust into me, his lap smacking into my cheeks as he buried himself into me.

 

I could feel his cock head poking deep up inside of me with each thrust. Each time he thrust into me I let out an involuntary yippy grunt of breath.

 

"Do you like that? Do you like my dick up your fag ass?"

 

Each thrust came quicker and more forceful than the one before. My short panted moans came quicker and louder with them. Tyler pulled himself nearly out of me again. My breath caught in my throat as he did not shove himself back into me, leaving just the tip in again and stopping.

 

"Answer me, faggot!"

 

I couldn't find my voice for a moment. Had to clear my throat, desperate to get an answer out of my mouth that would make him continue fucking me.

 

"Yes-" I choked out.

 

His grip at my waist got painfully tight, yet still he remained frozen just inside of me.

 

"Yes what?"

 

My God, I needed him to ram himself back into me again. "Yes, I like your dick up my ass!"

 

"You want me to fuck your ass, faggot?"

 

"Yes!" I replied, desperately.

 

"Ask me nicely."

 

"Please fuck my ass, Tyler!" I begged.

 

He finally obliged and jammed his cock back in to the hilt and back out again. He left one hand gripping my hip and brought the other up my back to latch onto my shoulder before he began piston fucking in and out of me with speed and force. Each thrust forward brought the sound of his pelvis and balls smacking into my cheeks. My own erection flapped and bobbed around between my legs as I took his frenzied fucking. It hurt so good as I felt him poking into mysterious points of pleasure. Each quick thrust into me forced an involuntary whiny "uh!" of pleasure from my mouth.

 

Behind me I could hear Tyler grunt and groan with each thrust into me. Each time he rammed himself inside of me, it felt like he was hitting some nerve of excruciating pleasure and I let out a loud "uhhhn!" It was all I could do not to blurt out an uncontrollable scream. My whole body jerked and bucked with every hump and my own cock bounced around between my legs. I'd never felt such a curiously strong sense of pleasure radiating up my cock without myself or anyone else touching it. If Tyler could just fuck me a little harder, a little faster, and keep hitting me in the right spot, I felt like I could boil over. I needed him to.

 

"Ohhh God fuck me harder! Uuhh harder! uhh faster! Uhh please! Please! Please!" I begged.

 

"You want it harder, faggot? Shut the fuck up and take it harder!"

 

Tyler suddenly bore his weight down on top of me as he released his other hand's grip on my waist and pushed down on the small of my back, simultaneously pushing me down with his other hand on my shoulder. My entire body caved beneath him and I was pressed flat face down into the mattress. Tyler's hard body pressed into me from above and a forearm pressed against the back of my neck, burying my face in the pillow.

 

"Shut up and take it!" He repeated, and increased his intensity, pressing me down into the mattress with his body and humping in and out of me. Sweaty flesh smacking sounds filled my ears as my moans and whines muffled into the pillow and he pounded my ass with vigor.

 

The entire old bed shook in its frame as he pressed his body against mine and assaulted my ass. I could feel his body pressing against my back, each muscle flexing and writhing as he pumped his hips up and down. My own body beneath him squirmed as he pressed my front into the mattress. As he humped down into me, I felt myself grinding my own hips against the bed beneath me. My erection was now sandwiched between my body and the mattress, stimulated by the grinding and writhing. Coupled with the blissful sensation every time Tyler's cock poked deep inside me, I was in near ecstasy, constantly moaning into the pillow.

 

Tyler snaked a muscular arm around my shoulder and across my chest just below my neck, squeezing and pressing our bodies even closer together as he continued humping and grinding into my ass. I felt his hot, grunting breath right next to my ear as he brought his head down beside mine.

 

"Is that hard enough for you, faggot bitch? Uhhh fuck yeeah you like that?" He taunted, lips inches from my ear. I tried to nod and squeal out a reply through my haze of pleasure and the pillow my face was pressed into.

 

"You want it harder?" He panted, and without waiting for a reply he began absolutely ramming himself down into me, jamming his dick into my ass with a new level of force and frenzy.

 

"uh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Tyler grunted like a mantra with each thwomping sound of him pounding down into me.

 

Each thrust into me was now sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my own cock, which was just as forcefully being rubbed between my body and the mattress. I could feel the tingle of relief beginning to involuntarily build in my groin. I was going to cum from the combined anal stimulation and grinding of my crotch into the bed. I was powerless to stop it.

 

"Uhhh yeah! Uhhhh fuck I'm gonna cum! Fuck I'm going to nut in your butt! I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass! Uhhgh Uhhgh!" Tyler panted as his thrusts came for a moment with lightning speed and intensity, shaking my whole body.

 

All the movement was just too much, coupling with the constant assault on pleasure nerves I didn't even know I had up my ass, creating a wave that I couldn't stop from crashing down even if I wanted to prolong the euphoric agony. Hearing Tyler's grunts and proclamation that he was about to cum set me over the edge.

 

Suddenly my entire body was spasming beneath Tyler. All rational thought was gone as I felt my cock pulsing into the mattress and pumping out hot cum that had no where to go but make a slippery mess around my cock, pelvis, stomach and the mattress as I went rigid while Tyler continued to move my body around with his fucking from above. I grunted and moaned into the pillow under my face, needed air and turned, groaning out nonsense words and sounds. I wanted to announce the incredible orgasm that was assaulting me, but my brain was a euphoric jumble. And beneath that, I somehow felt a faint sense of embarrassment at what Tyler might think knowing I was cumming into the bed beneath me solely from his fucking.

 

I'm not sure he would have noticed what I was saying anyway as he impaled himself into me to the hilt, pressing his entire sweaty body down into my back and simultaneously pulling me up into him with the arm he had wrapped around my shoulder and chest. Lifting my head up from the pillow and smashing us together. "Fuck here I cum! I'm cumming! Uhhh take that cum up your ass! Uhhhhn... uhhhhn... Ugggggh!"

 

Tyler remained completely buried inside of me, sporadically rocking his hips forward and around as if he were impossibly trying to shove his cock deeper inside of me as he panted and grunted in my ear. I could actually feel his swollen cock pulsing inside of me, warm liquid spurting and filling me up.

 

For a blissful moment afterwards everything was still, as I felt Tyler's weight relax down on top of me, both of us panting heavily, but otherwise silent. Then he was pushing his weight up off of me and wetly sliding out of me. The old bed creaked and groaned as he got up off of it, spent a few moments moving around gathering articles of clothes, and then left the room, pulling the accordion door closed behind him. I remained laying there face down in the wet sticky mess I had made underneath me, contentedly exhausted and aching. After a few minutes I could hear the water of the shower turning on through the cabin's thin walls.

 

I lost track of time laying there with my mind reeling from all that had happened. Eventually I heard the shower turn off, and then Tyler moving around in the cabin, right outside the bedroom in the small kitchen. With a sigh I forced myself up out of the mess of soiled sheets. My midsection and crotch area was a slick sticky mess from my own cum, and I could feel a faint tickle running down the back of my leg as Tyler's ran out of my used hole. By the dim light of the morning coming through the window, I surveyed the cum stained sheets and mattress. Determining them a lost cause, I pulled one off the bed and used it to wipe myself off front and back as best I could. I fetched some clothes out of my duffel bag on the chair in the corner and got dressed. I hesitated at the door, not fully ready to step out and join Tyler in the kitchen. I already sensed an awkwardness in the air. With a deep breath, I pulled aside the door and stepped out.

 

Tyler was at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, the box of and jug of milk on the table in front of him. He looked freshly showered and in a new set of clothes. He didn't look up at me as I came in, studying the back of the cereal box. I went to the cabinet, got a bowl and a spoon for myself and sat down across from him at the table. I had my own bowl of cereal and milk poured and was taking my first bite when he spoke.

 

"Well not to disappoint you, but I'm not gay." He said matter-of-factly. I nearly choked on my mouthful of cereal at this, recomposed myself and gave myself a second to swallow before replying.

 

"What's that supposed to mean? Neither am I."

 

He finally looked up from his bowl of cereal. "Really? You seemed pretty gay in there."

 

My mouth hung open, a forgotten spoonful of cereal hovering over the bowl. "What? I- You- seemed like a two player game to me." I stammered.

 

"Well I'm just saying, you seemed to be particularly enjoying it." His tone wasn't entirely accusatory. If I didn't know any better, I'd have sworn he was messing with me again, trying to get a rise out of me. I felt myself falling for it anyway, bristling slightly.

 

 

 

"Are you fucking kidding me? I didn't hear you complaining any. You jumped on top of me!"

 

He let his spoon drop into his bowl and held his hands up defensively. "Woah! Calm down... All I'm trying to say is, we aren't some kind of couple now."

 

I couldn't tell exactly how that statement affected me. I didn't think we were, wasn't interested in some kind of gay relationship. I wouldn't even know where to start. I was flustered nonetheless. I tried to hide it with a joke.

 

"Psssh. As if. You're not my type, anyway. You know, cause you have a penis."

 

Tyler raised an eyebrow at that and half-smirked.

 

"Really? That's not what you were saying like a half hour ago."

 

I could feel my cheeks reddening as I recalled some of the things we'd both said in the heat of the moment.

 

When I didn't have a reply, Tyler continued, "Anyway, what I mean is... This isn't going to continue when we go home. It's fine while we are up here all alone, with no one around, but... I don't want anyone back home finding out about any of it."

 

I felt strange butterflies in my stomach. Not because I was disappointed or disagreed with any of what he'd said. On the contrary, I felt the same way. I didn't completely understand what I was feeling, couldn't really get my head around my own intense physical attraction to Tyler. I still wanted to consider myself straight, and couldn't fathom anyone back home hearing about this, and what they'd think about me. However, what had my stomach fluttering was how Tyler had phrased it, that we couldn't continue it when we went home. He hadn't said anything about the days we had left up here all alone with no one around.

 

I acted casual with my reply, "Yeah, no, totally. Definitely not taking this home with us."

 

"I mean, we've got a few more days up here to fuck around all we want... I mean, if you want," he continued.

 

Inside I was giggling with excitement, outside I tried playing it cool.

 

"No, I mean yeah sure. Whatever you want to do, man." I shrugged,

 

noncommittally.

 

A silent moment passed between us. Tyler took his last bite of cereal, and lifted the bowl to his mouth to drink the remaining milk. I went back to eating my own bowl. As he finished and stood to put his bowl in the sink, I stuck another spoonful in my mouth.

 

"So... did my dick in your ass really make you cum?" He asked as he turned back from the sink.

 

Again I nearly choked on my mouthful of cereal. Carefully, I forced myself to swallow it, and then met Tyler's eyes across the room. I could feel my cheeks heating up again as I struggled to come up with a response.

 

"I uhh... I mean I'm not gonna lie it felt good but... I don't think-" I couldn't bring myself to talk about it so casually like him. With no booze influencing me, and not being in the haze of the middle of it actually happening, I found myself too embarrassed to talk about the details.

 

"Oh my God! My dick in your ass made you cum!" Tyler exclaimed. His tone sounded half amazed, half teasing.

 

"Nuh uh! I mean... Not entirely... The way you had me pinned down against the bed- All the rubbing against the mattress with my-" I glanced down at my crotch, unable to say 'my dick' or 'cock' out loud "-I mean plus what you were doing to me it just-" God I sounded like a bumbling idiot.

 

"-It just made you bust your load!" Tyler finished for me. "So, more simply put, my dick in your ass made you cum." He concluded, triumphantly.

 

Exasperated, I sighed and looked back at my half empty bowl of cereal.

 

"Fine then, want to try it again?" I could hear the smirk in his voice even without looking at him. If I'd had another mouthful of cereal I would have choked again.

 

I don't remember verbally responding. I don't even know if I managed a nod, or what. But I certainly did want to try it again, and before I knew what was happening, we were. Suddenly, surreally, I was bent over the kitchen table with Tyler behind me. The back of my shorts and underwear were pulled down enough to expose my bare ass and Tyler was hawking spit into his palm and using it to lube between my spread cheeks. Then his own shorts were discarded around his ankles and he was entering me from behind for the second time that day.

 

"Ugh your still all fucking dirty from the first time." Tyler remarked. I might have felt embarrassed at that if I wasn't busy hissing in a breath and bracing myself as he forced himself inside of me. It definitely stung, but he slid in noticeably easier this time.

 

And then he took me, right there at the rickety old kitchen table. It creaked and shook as he pumped into me, but somehow managed to hold strong as I leaned forward into it, bracing my hands on the edge. I found myself arching my back as he slid his length in and out of me, trying to position my body just right to get the maximum pleasure from each of his thrusts. I felt my own boner straining in the tangle of the front of my shorts and underwear.

 

"God you're such a fucking faggot cock slut!" Tyler exclaimed, grunting as he thrust himself forcefully into me. I whimpered in a mixture of bliss and pain. "Shut up and take it!" He demanded.

 

One of his hands left it's grip around my waist and traveled up my back, where he forcefully pushed down between my shoulder blades, bending me over further, forcing me to release my grip on the edge of the table and bend forward until my top half was sprawled out flat across the table top. One of my arms knocked into my forgotten cereal bowl, sending it spilling as I now grabbed the far edge of the table with outstretched arms and tilted my head to the side pressed against its surface.

 

Behind me, Tyler began fucking me in earnest. Grunting and spitting out breathy curses and slurs all the while. I remained forcefully bent across the table, groaning, moaning and trying not to sound too pathetic in my whimpering. Harder and faster he continued to piston into me.

 

"How you fucking like that? You gonna cum from my fucking again? Does my dick make you wanna cum?"

 

My reply came out as a pathetic needy whine that started out as a "yeah" and devolved into a long "uuuUuuUuuUuuh" with a jump in my voice every time he rammed into me and shook the table. I barely had coherent thoughts anymore, focusing solely on the excruciating pleasure his cock plunging in and out of my ass brought me. It was a constant pleasure, but one that was leaving release in my groin just out of reach.

 

I could feel myself growing uncomfortable in my awkward position bent over the table as Tyler panted and kept up a frantic pace behind me.

 

"Shit, dude, I'm gonna bust if I keep going like this." Tyler confessed. Despite my less than ideal position I still felt disappointed as I felt him slow down his assault on my ass before stopping entirely. For a heartbreaking second I thought he was pulling out of me, but instead he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me backwards with him up off the table.

 

Pushing and pulling at my shorts to move them out of the way down my legs as we went, Tyler sat down backwards into one of the kitchen chairs and brought me down with him onto his lap, impaling me to his balls on his cock.

 

I kicked my shorts and underwear free at my feet and remained seated with Tyler balls-deep beneath me.

 

"Well, don't just sit there, dumb ass! Take my cock for a ride."

 

Not knowing what the hell I was doing, I proceeded cautiously at first, wriggling my hips around. I grew more bold as I discovered just how good it felt when I moved with his length buried up inside of me. With one arm wrapped around my waste, Tyler leaned back and let me wriggle and bounce around on his lap at will. I was like a dog with a bone trying to move my hips around in the way that brought the most pleasure shooting from my guts to my groin. First I tried planting my feet and leaning forward, holding onto the table in front of us for support as I bounced up and down on the front of my feet. Bringing my ass up and down on Tyler's lap with a satisfying slapping sound, I got into a rhythm.

 

I began letting out a breathy "Uhh- Uhh- Uhh-" With every bounce, that evolved unconsciously into "fuck-fuck-fuck!" as the pressure built inside of me.

 

"Yeah ride the dick, Matt! Ride that fucking dick like a faggot!" Tyler encouraged. His use of my name encouraged me to bounce faster and plop back down into his lap harder. I could feel a release building slowly, But fatigue was building faster. I was becoming a sweaty mess as my t-shirt clung to me and as I huffed for air. Muscles began protesting and causing me to slow. I could feel my nut fading away as I lowered the pace. I peeled my sweaty annoying t-shirt up over my head as I slowed to a halt, felt Tyler shifting behind me as his arm left my waist for a moment and he pulled off his shirt as well.

 

Nearly exhausted, I chided myself for how out of shape I was, and collapsed backward into Tyler, pressing my sweaty back into his sweaty front and widening my feet's stance to distribute my weight and better keep us both in the chair.

 

"Come on faggot. Get your fucking cock off! You know you want to cum." Tyler snaked an arm around my waist again and wrapped a hand around my still hard shaft. It was the first time he'd willingly touched my cock and it sent a thrill through me. His other beefy arm wrapped up under my armpit and across my chest, latching a hand on my shoulder. He began blissfully stroking my cock and trying to wriggle and shift his own hips beneath me.

 

I could feel his cock inside me moving around, trying to find that perfect spot within me. I felt the intense need to help him find it and began writhing around in his lap. Our bodies pressed together back to front, both of us squirming around in the chair, I found a circular movement with my hips that continually brought his cock brushing into an incredibly sensitive area inside my ass.

 

"Yeah-uhh-yeah-uhh-yeah!" I chanted as I repeated the motion over and over. Tyler continued stroking my cock and I felt the pressure in my crotch building towards release again.

 

"Come on cum for me, faggot! Cum for me, Matt! I'm gonna make you shoot that load."

 

Light headed, I could feel the electric orgasm rising up my shaft as Tyler continued to reach-around stroke my shaft, and I ground my hips one last time, pressing his cock into that spot that hit me with the most pleasure and keeping it there.

 

"UuuuuUUUuuuuHHhhhh!" I groaned as my cock started to spasm and pump in Tyler's grasp, shooting my jizz out onto his fist, the seat of the chair, and the floor in front of us.

 

We froze like that as my orgasm stretched out longer than it ever had before, my cock continuing to pump in his fist, until slowly the spasms and excruciating pleasure subsided, leaving me feeling weak and

 

jelly-limbed.

 

I could have stayed that way catching my breath for hours, but Tyler began pushing me off of his lap forcefully. My heart lept as he shoved me away and I at first tried to stand up off of him. Instead, however, his strong hands were at my shoulders, shoving me down to the floor on my knees and roughly turning me towards him. When I made it to my knees on the floor facing him sitting in the chair, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and the back of my neck and pulled my head into his lap.

 

His lap and crotch were a sweaty, saliva and other slick fluid covered mess. His sloppy coated hard-on still stood at attention. It smelled of sex and sweat and ass as he forced my face into it and I opened my mouth to take him in.

 

"I still gotta get off bro! ... yeah that's it, swallow that cock, faggot!" He harassed as he forced my head down as far as he could into his lap and slipped instantly to the back of my throat without preamble.

 

I choked and gagged and made an even bigger mess of his lap and cock with my snot and saliva as he kept a firm hold of my head and forced me up and down on his cock.

 

I tried to catch breaths around his shaft or through my nose as he face-fucked me by force. He quickly worked into a frenzied pace, grunting, groaning and cussing obscenities as I made gagging and gurgling sounds around his dick.

 

"Urrgh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!! EAT MY COCK! I'M FUCKING YOUR FACE! IM FUCKING FUCKING YOUR THROAT! UGH SHIT- FUCK- I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW IN YOUR THROAT DUDE! UHHHHGH I'M CUMMING!! UUUH GOD SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW MY FUCKING CUM! UUUGH!!"

 

He had latched onto the back of my head and forced me down into his lap until my forehead was jammed into his pelvis and his balls were mashed into my chin. I couldn't have pulled away even if I tried. I was was stuck there, his pulsing cock buried to the hilt in my mouth and down my throat. I tried to hiss out breaths as I felt globs of his cum hitting the back of my throat and sliding down my gullet.

 

Finally he released his grip on my head with a sigh and I pulled back from him, gasping, coughing, panting. I swiped a forearm across my mouth, trying to wipe away some of the snot, saliva and involuntary tears. I heard a chuckle and looked up from on my knees on the floor to see Tyler, glistening and naked in the chair looking down at himself and me,

 

smirking.

 

"What a fucking mess." He stood from the chair and gave me a view of his fit tight bubble butt as he walked out of the kitchen area towards the living room. "Looks like it's time for shower number two today." He mused.

 

He got to the far end of the cabin and went out of sight through the door to the bathroom before calling out behind him, "Are you coming or what?"

 

In the the cramped shower, Tyler let me soap up a wash cloth and give his body a sudsy rub down, which I relished and dragged out as long as I could. My thorough attention to his crotch during the rub down elicited a half chub from him, but I forced myself to move on to his other body parts and muscles.

 

When I finished and he'd rinsed himself off, he stepped away from under the showers spray, letting me step under the hot water. Handing me the bottle of body wash, he advised me to "Make sure I cleaned my filthy ass good." And stepped out of the shower to towel himself off.

 

Alone, I had the crazy urge to beat myself off thinking back over all that had just happened, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get it up again for another go so soon. Instead I took my time getting myself nice and clean. When I finally got out and headed for my bedroom wrapped in a towel, Tyler was cleaning up the mess we'd made in the kitchen in a fresh pair of gym shorts.

 

The day went on from there, awkward between us for probably less than an hour before we fell into our normal routine. Day drinking, lounging and goofing off around the riverbank, scrounging up something to make for dinner. We drank some more around the fire pit in the yard into the evening. Gradually the silly banter and conversation died and we sat mostly just taking turns playing music from our phones on a bluetooth speaker.

 

It became clear that tonight was going to be more of a chill night after the insanity of the night before, as we let the fire die down, stopped actively picking out new songs to listen to, and stopped refilling our drinks.

 

As we headed inside, Tyler did what Tyler does, and just blurted out what we were both surely thinking but felt too awkward to bring up.

 

"Well I definitely ain't drunk enough for any nonsense gay shit sleeping in bed together tonight... so which room you going in, dude?"

 

Remembering how last night's shenanigans all started and not really ready for any silly arguments, I conceded, "Fine you can have my room with the comfy bed."

 

Smuggly satisfied, Tyler retired to the bedroom we'd shared last night, and I went to the other end of the kitchen and into the bedroom that was supposed to have been his.

 

I thought I was exhausted. I fully expected to conk out the second my head hit the pillow. Instead, I found myself laying there, wide awake, replaying in my head the wild events of last night and this morning. I cursed myself as I felt myself getting aroused again at the thought. Jesus, I was like a teenager going through puberty again! Couldn't I think about anything else?

 

I was seriously thinking about rubbing one out real quick just so I could get some sleep. But, crazily, I worried that I'd be too loud and Tyler would hear me through the wall. The headboard to the bed I laid in rested against the wall that was shared with the bedroom Tyler was currently in, and the walls were thin.

 

It was this that I worried about even as I slowly snaked a hand under the covers and towards the waistband of my boxer-briefs, when my phone lit up and buzzed on the nightstand. I jerked my hand out from the covers like I'd just been caught and reached for my phone.

 

A text from Tyler.

 

Tyler

 

"I cant sleep"

 

Me

 

"Samezies"

 

I watched as the "..." popped up, went away for a moment and then popped up again as Tyler apparently figured out what he wanted to say.

 

Tyler

 

"Oh fuck it... come over here."

 

Me

 

"Huh?"

 

Tyler

 

"Get in here idiot... before I change my mind!"

 

My heart raced. I hesitated for a moment and then jumped out of bed. I hesitated for another moment looking around in the dark for a pair of pants to put on, then called myself an idiot and went in my t-shirt and boxers.

 

I hurried through the kitchen and pushed open the accordion door to Tyler's room next door. Through the light coming in from the night light in the kitchen, I could make out Tyler's form on the bed. He was gloriously nude but for his own boxer-briefs at his hips, but he even had the front of those pushed down and hooked under his balls. He had his cock in his hand, standing at attention.

 

"Don't say anything, just get your underwear off and climb on." He commanded.

 

I did as I was told and straddled Tyler's waist facing him as he lay on his back on the bed. He spit into his hand and lubed his cock and I spit into my hand and reached around my back and lubed up my own hole.

 

When we were both good and slick in the right places I lowered myself down and helped guide him into me. It was surprising how fast the stinging pain went away this time, how easy it was to have him sliding inside of me.

 

I went easy at first, and Tyler let me, his hands folded back behind his head. After a few shallow strokes I was sitting down completely on his lap and burying him inside my ass.

 

I fucked his cock that way, straddling him at the waist, my hands kneading at his sparsely haired pecs as I bounced and rocked and slid my hips back and forth. Eventually Tyler's hands moved from their relaxed position behind his head to roughly grab at my waist. As I fell into a rhythm sliding back and forth in his lap I could feel him pushing and pulling me by the hips, urging me to keep going as I began to pant and sweat and grow tired.

 

After a few minutes of me riding his cock like this, silent but for our pants and grunts and the steady creaking of the bed, I let my hands slide off of Tyler's chest and slouched forward a little further, propping myself up with my hands on the mattress on either side of Tyler, mostly in an attempt to stave off fatigue and get more comfortable.

 

What I found instead, was that it brought Tyler's dick sliding into me at an angle that felt even better each time I scooted backwards and he pushed into me. At the same time, leaning forward like this smashed my own cock and balls into Tyler's chiseled abs and rubbed them against his body each time I rocked forward. My cock began leaving a tiny pool of pre-cum on his mid-section. And I began rocking forward and back faster and faster, craving the spike of pleasure that came with every hump.

 

Tyler's hands on my hips kept up, helping pull me forward and push me back on his lap. I had begun muttering an involuntary " Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" with each scoot of my hips.

 

"Thats it dude. Keep fucking my dick. Come on. Keep fucking it. Uhhh yeah don't stop, faggot. Keep fucking my dick, faggot. Come on get that nut."

 

Tyler's part-encouragement, part-degradation only fueled me further. I was rocking back and forth on his lap at a frenzy, all the while grinding my own dick around on his mid-section, grunting and groaning and sighing like an idiot. I could feel a glorious release building simultaneously in my ass and through my cock. I felt like I was going to involuntarily let out a piss that I'd been forced to hold in for too long, and then I was seeing stars, shimmying, jerking and humping spastically on top of Tyler, his cock buried inside me as I pumped cum out onto his abs and chest.

 

When I had finished I could no longer hold myself up and collapsed on top of Tyler's sweat and jizz covered body, still impaled on him. I panted for breath as he wrapped his strong arms around me and physically rolled me over off of him. He remained inside of me, now on top of me, his arms latched around me.

 

He wasted no time thrusting in and out of me like a piston, using my hole while I lay exhausted.

 

"Fuck! Time to use that faggot hole! I'm gonna dump my cum in your fucking ass! Uhhhh fuck! Uhhh fuuuck!"

 

His balls slapped into my cheeks as he assaulted my ass quick and hard.

 

"Uhhh fuck I'm cumming! Fuuuuuck I'm cumming!"

 

He continued to pump in and out of me as I actually felt the warmness of his load filling and soothing my sore guts.

 

Finally he stopped moving above me, and lay crushing me for a few moments before releasing his vice grip of me, sliding out of my used hole, and rolling over onto his back beside me.

 

We both lay there panting for long minutes. I thought about slinking off to the other bedroom, but felt too lethargic to move. Eventually I felt Tyler slightly shifting on the pillow next to me, and I dared to turn my gaze from the ceiling to look in his direction.

 

He too had turned his face towards me. Before I could say anything, or look away from the intense eye contact we had happened into, faces inches apart, Tyler leaned forward and kissed me.

 

The kiss was one-sided for a moment as I found myself frozen in shock. Before he could decide that he'd made a huge tactical error and aborted the mission, I opened my lips and kissed him back. We made out for a minute, exploring each other's lips and tongues before Tyler pulled back to his own pillow again and looked me straight in the eye.

 

"Wow. that was pretty fucking gay... You tell anyone ever that I did that, and I'll have to kill you." I could just make out his smirk in the darkness. Still speechless, I managed to sigh out a chuckle.

 

Exhausted, we both fell asleep like that.

 

I woke up the next morning face inches away from Tyler. He was still asleep. A quick stock of my surroundings confirmed I was still naked from the waist down. Tyler lay on his back, arm thrown over his head on the pillow, shirtless with his underwear still pulled askew at his waist.

 

I couldn't resist, and despite my fear that the spell of the last few days had worn off, woke Tyler up with my mouth on his cock. He came around slowly as he grew hard in my mouth. I dutifully sucked him off as he moaned softly, and swallowed his cum.

 

Afterwards he roughly pulled my body closer to his and without saying a word, took my own semi-erect cock in his hand and stroked me off. I squirmed and panted out breathy moans and was cumming onto his fist in no-time. He wiped his hand on the already soiled sheets and got up to make us breakfast.

 

The remainder of our trip went by in a blur. We did all the canoeing, floating, lounging around and drinking that we always did. We also fucked mid-hike through the forest, me bent against a fallen tree with my pants at my ankles and Tyler pounding me from behind and reaching around and jacking me off at the same time. I got on my knees and gave him head while we sat drinking around the camp fire at night. We ended up together in the "comfy" bed every night, usually casually jerking each other off before going to sleep. He fucked me bent over awkwardly against the wall of the shower. We went skinny dipping in the river in the middle of the night, horsing around and fumbling with each others dicks in the cold water. When we climbed out we snuck off into the neighbors yard, who were not at their cabin at the time, and I rode his cock on top of their picnic table while Tyler looked up at the stars.

 

The morning it was time for us to go home started with another blow job from me in bed. Then we cleaned up, packed up, and burned the now thoroughly soiled sheets in the fire pit in the yard. It felt kind of like we were burning the evidence and erasing what had happened before we went back to reality.

 

The car ride home was pretty quiet. Our vacation time was over and we went back to work. I wouldn't say it was visibly awkward enough for anyone else to notice, but we kept conversations short and vague for a few weeks around work. It seemed like our schedules weren't matching up as much as they usually did and we were working a lot of opposite shifts with not a lot of time to hang out.

 

Finally a day came up where we both worked the early shift, and had off the next day. Running into each other at the time clock at the end of our shifts, we really had no excuse not to make plans to hang out later. The same old routine; I'd stop at the liquor store and Tyler would be over later in the evening. We'd watch stupid shit on Youtube, maybe start binge watching the latest trendy Netflix series.

 

As I waited in my parent's basement for him to arrive, of course I had to wonder just how awkward it was going to be. Of course, I also indulged in some fantasies of Tyler showing up and demanding I take off my pants so he could fuck me right there on the couch. We'd have to be quiet not to wake up my parents, but then again they were used to the late night hang outs where sometimes the TV got a little too loud. They never came down to yell about it, usually just passive-aggressively mention it the next day at dinner.

 

But there was one thing my thoughts lingered on most. I thought about that second night after the craziness had begun on our trip. After Tyler had texted me back into the room with him and we'd both spent ourselves fucking and collapsed next to each other, exhausted. The lust that takes over the mind during the crazy sex had been recently drained out of both of us. Neither of us could have went at it again that quickly even if we had tried. And yet, Tyler had leaned across the pillows and kissed me. And I had kissed him back. And then we'd both contentedly drifted off to sleep.

 

Above all else, and the unbelievabilty of that entire camping trip, I found myself often wondering about that kiss most of all. Something about it seemed different from the rest of the booze and testosterone fueled shenanigans of the rest of that week. So what was that kiss? A failed experiment? Something tried out of curiosity and then regretted as being somehow too intimate? Or was it a momentary expression of true feelings?

 

Above all, when Tyler showed up to hang out that night, I hoped to find out.

 

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