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It has been a few weeks since Jack and I had sex on the couch. Of course, after that event, we decided that it was better to just masturbate when we can to get our sexual needs and frustrations out of the way. I didn’t know about Jack, but recently, all I’ve been able to think about was the amazing sex we had, how his tight hole fit so perfectly around my cock and how his moans filled the room. It was so intense that I could no longer masturbate to anyone else but him. Even a large dildo up my ass could not match the girth of his cock. It has also been making me feel very… stimulated as of late, but for a different appetite. A Jackson appetite. However, there is a big problem.

I don’t think Jack liked it himself. Considering that he was originally straight before the event, I can’t say I blame him entirely. I’m openly bi with a preference for girls, so even back then we never really treated each other in a sexual way, just a bro hanging out with his bro. He has been acting as if nothing happened and has been avoiding my glances whenever I try to engage in light conversation with him. With him acting this way, I don’t think I’m going to be able to satiate my hunger anytime soon.

It was one Sunday afternoon when I decided to go for a jog. I told Jack this, and as usual, his eyes shifted away from mine. Feeling a bit disappointed, I closed the door and ran out into our neighborhood. During this time of day, the streets were practically empty, save for a few who were either also jogging or just taking in the beautiful scenic sky that seemed to be slowly fading from a dark blue to a vibrant orange. The natural cool air felt refreshing against my fair skin, trickling with salty sweat. I wasn’t always the type of guy who enjoyed jogging. My high school years were spent in a club full of scrawny kids who only had eyes for robots. It was only in college that I finally decided to start working out and had my “late” glow-up. My arms were no longer sticks but logs. My glutes were strong and firm, my calves full of vigor and strength. I had also grown taller, perhaps because I was suffering from malnutrition.

This was a good time to jog, except… It began to rain. It was very sudden, the grey clouds took over our neighborhood almost immediately and now I was soaking wet in thin black shorts and a white tank top that exposed my hardened nipples. I ran home almost immediately, ignoring all the onlookers who seemed to check me out.

When I opened the door, everything was silent. This would usually be the case, but something about this silence felt… weird. I saw a light coming from one of the rooms down the hallway. I thought that maybe Jack was there. I trudged down the hall, my sneakers making watery imprints across the burgundy floor. As I got closer, I heard the sound of… moaning? Jack? I crouched down and looked through the thin gap between the door to my own room… and saw Jack riding one of my dildos. “Steve…” He moaned my name. I covered my mouth, confused by what was happening. I watched closely as he straddled the large dildo that I had ordered to resemble my own. There was a big tube of lube on the side, and a white, gooey substance leaking and trickling down his balls and onto the floor. He pushed himself all the way down until his anus perfectly covered the whole length of the dildo. I couldn't even do that! I felt my balls begin to fill underneath my wet undergarments. I slipped my shorts down and slowly rubbed my cock through the fabric of my jockstrap that my erect member pulled up. Jack began rubbing and whirling his glutes against the dildo deep in his ass, his tight calves trembling as he moaned loudly. I massaged my cock outside, keeping my moans silent but breathy. He shifted his position and now he was facing my way, still not noticing I was there. I saw how the dildo had created a bulge in his belly, I’ve never felt so aroused in my life. Jack pounded away at it, more lube and his now-visible excessive pre-ejaculate slipping out and sliding down the dildo. I wanted to lap it all up. The last straw was seeing his huge cock flick up and down, slapping against the bulge on his stomach and down onto the cold floor, each hit erupting into mountainous moans of pleasure.

I couldn’t handle it any longer.

I accidentally leaned in too close at some point and tripped into the room, the door smacking against the wall loudly, echoing throughout the hallway. He looked at me and then at my member in a frenzy manner. “Steve?! Why are y-yoouuu… here?! I thought you weren’t gonna… ugh… be home until l-later…” Jack exclaimed while perched on the dildo, his hole seeming to not want to let go. He quickly realized his situation, attempting to block what was going on and failing miserably.

“Jack… be straight with me here. Do you want to have sex or not?” I asked with a stern face, attempting to hide the beast inside me that just wanted to pounce onto him then and there. We looked at each other eye to eye for the first time in a while.

“Ummm- ughh..” His nervousness must’ve made him slip further down the dildo, burrowing it deeper into his ass.

“C’mon man, do you wanna to fuck?” I asked again, licking my lips seductively. He flushed dramatically at the question and after what felt like an eternity…

“I… well… ngh.. yes. F-fuuuuck. Yes,” He finally answered, determined to let it all out. “I just… augh.. I-I couldn’t stop thinking– ugh!– about how good it w-waaas… I wanted to feel it ag– aINggh! … your cock. But, I was t-too ashamed to ask, y’know…? I didn’t know I… well, swung the other wa-ay too until we fucked... It’s not just… tha– agh...”

I quirked my eyebrow, still listening on. A smile barely escaped my lips as I watched him slowly slide down on the dildo despite currently speaking with me.

“Y-Y’see, t-thinki– nnggh– about my past relationship with gi-iirls… I never really felt it all that much,” Jack replied, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “Maybe that’s whyyy-y being in relationships with girls was never enough.. maybe I wanted cock all along.” He glanced at my erection, his pupils enlargening. “But not just any cock…” He pulled himself off the dildo, the dildo soaked in lube, precum, and spit. His hole was dripping with it and it looked like cum. I was so turned on, I almost couldn’t think straight.

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“Jack…” I lingered on his name for a bit longer, thinking things through. “I felt the same way. Every time I masturbate it’s all I can think about. My dick.” I stepped closer. “In your ass.” He began to walk closer to me. “My tongue in your mouth…” We were now at arm’s length, a moment of burning passion surging between our eyes. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Steve,” He started.

“What?”

“What’s your opinion on fuckbud-” Before he could finish, I leaped onto his lips, sticking my tongue inside his mouth, my hands immediately seizing his glutes and pulling them apart. He lightly moaned as more lube and precum leaked out of his asshole. He pulled me in closer and wrapped his arms around my body. We stood there just making out for several minutes straight. I traced my lips down to his neck, biting into it as he winced at the pain. I moved my lips up and kissed his nose, forehead, cheeks, jaw, and back down to his lips… He finally pulled away when he noticed the wet, cold feeling of my clothes against his hot, naked bodice. “Wow… you look hot in a wet tank top.”

Jack unconsciously pulled at my nipples through my clothes and I groaned. I squeezed his ass in retaliation and he moaned back. We stared at each other in annoyance before I shoved him onto the bed. He turned around, leaning his rump out for me to lick squeaky clean. “Like what you see?” Jack smirked, shaking it in the air. His hole looked loosened and hollowed out by the large dildo he had in him before. I could see his beautiful shade of pink inside. I charged at it like a bull smothering all five of my senses in his moist and rank crack. The smell was so intoxicating– sweat, spit, and cum filled my lungs as I deeply breathed it in. Fuck. It tasted so fucking good too. I went on an eating frenzy for more than ten minutes while Jack moaned with every stick of the tongue. “Ughh!” He arched his back out as I pushed my tongue deeper down and past his anal sphincters. I continued to tonguefuck him with the intent of traveling deeper. “H-hey… ngh.. bro…” He struggled to ask. “Can you just f-fuuuck… me now?”

“It’s just so juicy right now… have you been practicing with my dildo these past few weeks?”

“W-well… I couldn’t masturbate without somethin’ up my ass anymore, so I h-haaaad to use a substitute… agh..”

“Don’t use a substitute… when you have me.” I leaped up and immediately shoved my cock deep inside of him. He cried in pleasure as my cock immediately hit his prostate.

“Yes… yes! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Stevey’s dick! Aughh.. Aghh!” He bellowed loudly as I fucked his ass, leaving both of us no room to breathe. His cock trembled intensely, ejaculating infinite amounts of cum and staining my comforter. I couldn’t stop ejaculating inside his sweet ass myself. I could tell he was feeling it. “Fill me with that hot- agh! The real hot stuff is s-soooo much better!” He whined. I grabbed his swollen pectorals and squeezed like they were cow udders. He leaned his back against my chest and howled as I rammed my member deeper inside his ass, his glutes clapping almost rhythmically. “Fuck! I love this ass!” I roared.

“Love it more, fuck me til you cum… fill me up until I’m full!” He begged profusely. I complied silently and continued impaling him.

For several hours, we fucked endlessly. I would be on my back while he would mount my cock, squatting up and down on it, his thighs flexing firmly with each squat. His cock would smack against my stomach until it started to leave slightly red cock-shaped marks.

Next, I would pound him against the headboard of my bed, his cock grinding against it as I shove my cock deep into his ass. His animalistic cries rang out throughout the house, each thrust sending the headboard shaking and rumbling against the wall.

I then had him on his back with his legs sprawled wide open as I fucked the living cum out of him. I could see his feet twitching with delight, his mouth completely soaked in drool from all the constant orgasms. His muscular biceps were flexed and held up behind his head as we fucked. His cock was still dripping insanely with cum, each thrust causing him to eject massive loads. I myself had flooded his arsehole as I spied my cum leaking out in the masses even though my dick was still blocking its exit. His hole had loosened a lot.

I also noticed how his belly had since then inflated. I pulled my cock out and quickly brought back a red cup from the kitchen cabinet. I placed the cup on my chair, scooted it over near the bed, and told him to try shooting the cum in the cup from far away. He complied deliriously and I had the pleasure to watch as his sphincters flex, pushing out jets of cum, some missing and most landing perfectly in the plastic cup. His face would crinkle and his mouth would become wetter with drool with each contraction. His arms were pressing against his enlarged belly, trying to push it all out. I watched as he let out tiny rivulets of cum, the bubbles from the semen sliding down his perineum. I came up close to lick them up as he moaned in pleasure at the feeling of a tongue pressed against that area. It was fucking hot and I proceeded to eat his ass out afterward.

I also let him fuck me. After giving only to him for several hours, I was beginning to feel the need to get down myself. He would wildly lick and caress my thighs, biting down into them. He then ate out my asshole for longer than the time it took for me to eat his and I felt every sensation of his soft and wet tongue against my body. He would then shove his hard, long rod inside me, pumping me up like a factory. He had one of my legs on his shoulder and the other spread out, fucking me from the side. I groaned in pleasure as all the feelings overtook me and then orgasmed, my cock spewing out some strange translucent substance– I couldn’t tell if it was pee or not at this point. He found it immediately sexy how I was drenched in the liquid and I knew he would not be stopping anytime soon

We both found each other too hot, cute, or sexy to not fuck continuously. I mean– fuck, it was difficult NOT to feel immediately erect when we were in each other’s vicinity. I think I found myself discovering new kinks about myself that I hadn’t realized before. By the time we were done, the room was almost covered in cum. The air was humid and moist, smelling of ass, sex, sweat, and adrenaline. The cup on the chair was filled with both of our cums that we had squirted out of our asses, playing a game of who can land it in the most. Unfortunately, Jack had won that one since he had more ammo.

I woke up the next morning feeling oddly blissful and warm. Everything felt so warm. I could feel the warmth of Jack’s back pressed against my chest, the smell of his morning hair filling my nose. My legs were intertwined with his and I noticed that my dick was also kept very warm as it was still perched inside his butthole. I smirked and pressed it deep against his ass, tracing my hands all over his body. “Mmnnn, Steve? What time is it…?” He asked me groggily.

“I think it's morning,” I replied back. “Wanna keep fucking?”

“Yeah.”