Gay Erotic Stories

--BITCHES-- “Ladies and Gentlemen the Captain has turned off the seat-belt sign…”

”London here we come! Hopefully this is just the first of many international trips to come…especially on the companies buck.” Matt exclaimed while adjusting his seat back a couple of notches. “This must be a pretty important conference for the company to send the two of us First Class plus the comfort of a five star hotel and all expenses paid. “Hell!” Brad replied while closing his laptop. “This trip couldn’t have come at a better time for me. These last 18 months have been hell with the divorce. I’m glad it’s over! Now she can take what little she got out of it and go fuck the guy she has been fucking with a clear conscience…Bitch!” “Hmmm no bitterness with you is there?” replied Matt with a big grin. “Let’s just say that there’s no pussy out there worth what I went through while I was with her. Hell what else could I have given her? Damn, she had security, a nice home, the car of her dreams, spending money out the ass and damn good sex too or so I thought. Can you believe that little short bastard she’s been fucking? Hell if his dick was in proportion to his height he had to be no bigger than my pinky finger!” Brad gestured holding up his stiffened pinky in front of Matt’s face. Matt had to wonder too. He and Brad went back all the way back to Freshman High School days. He reflected back on their first day in the high school gym locker room when he and Brad were just casual acquaintances. Brad slipped the jeans and jockeys off only to reveal the total opposite of a pinky finger sized piece of meat. “Holy Fuck!” he thought to himself “if there’s an inch there’s seven and that’s fucking limp and look at that set of balls! Damn!” He too wondered what Brad’s home wrecking nemesis had that Brad didn’t to cause the wife to bail. “No way!” was his thinking as he was glancing over at Brad's crotch when the Flight attendants interruption shifted his eyes and thoughts to the current moment.

“Would you Gentlemen care for something to drink?” exclaimed the Buxom Blonde attendant. “Just a Bourbon and Coke for me.” Matt replied with a smile while catching a quick view of her tits. “And you Sir” she continued. “I’ll have what he’s having” Brad replied coldly, eyes buried in a magazine. “Yes Sir.” she said as she went on her way. Matt was going to have a little fun with him for being so short, almost rude, to the attendant but thought better of it. He took a long look at his best friend while he seemed absorbed in thought while pretending to pour over the magazine. Here was this stud that had every reason to be bitter at women. He stood 6’0”, with chiseled features, straight coal black hair offset with crystal blue eyes and an Athletic body that would have rivaled a Classic Grecian Olympian. “Hell this guy was born to live out his life bare assed.” Matt thought. If it would have been anyone in Brad’s marriage who would have had reason to cheat you would thought it to be him. The women loved him. Guys envied him.

“I’m done with em!” Brad said quietly while slowly flipping through the pages. “With who…What do you mean?” “I’m done with women and the fucking drama that they drag around with them.” Before another word could be said and in one swift move he closed the magazine…sat up straight…loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top shirt button. “Enough of bitches and broads. We’re not dragging this crap clear across the Atlantic. We’re going to have plenty of down time and we’re going to make the most of it! Forget that! We’re going to celebrate our asses off!”

Pumped about Brad’s proclamation and resolve, they both took the time to loosen their cloths, adjust their seats and clear the way for their coming drinks. When the drinks arrived, to Matt’s surprise Brad’s demeanor changed as he spoke this time and thanked the Flight Attendant with a polite and cordial but somewhat patronizing “Thank You Ms.” Turning to Matt he raised his glass: “A toast to London and Celebration” With a clink and a grin they downed the first round. “Oh Ms.! We seem to need another drink!”

The nine and a half hour flight from Dallas to London was uneventful. Both movies were Love Stories which neither Brad nor Matt took any interest in. Needless to say they landed at Heathrow rested and restless.

The Luggage Carousel seemed to have moved to slow for the two men: “Damn this thing is slow.” remarked Brad. “How ya feeling? Jet lag kicking your ass yet?” was Matt’s reply. “I’m feeling pretty good actually, especially for it just being nine o’clock in the morning.” “Same here” Matt agreed. “Matt what’s the name of the Hotel that we’re staying at?” “Let’s see” as he reached in a side pocket of his Laptop case for the info. “It’s called the ‘St. Pancras Renaissance London Hotel’. “Does it say anything about the room?” Brad queried. “No just the name of the hotel and the reservations. I’m glad you had me look though. We won’t have to worry about transportation to the Hotel. Included in the reservations is London Airport Private Arrival Transfer.” “Hmmm” Brad uttered. “Yeah we’re supposed to take these vouchers to the Arrival Hall.”

“You want to know what is the first thing I want to do when we get to the room Matt?” “What’s that?” “I’m going to strip down to nothing, make me a drink and let things hang and get some air! I’m so tired of being in this suit! We’ve been in the damn things for the past 12 hours!” Matt’s focus shifted from the luggage to Brad's intentions ‘…strip down to nothing…’ and ‘…let things hang and get some air’. Many times before had he experienced similar intentions, however, this time he was looking forward to Brad’s intentions with some anticipation. A reaction of his own that caught him a little by surprise.

“Finally, there they both are. Miracle that they are together.” Brad said as he and Matt made their move for the two large cases. With determination the two men swept up the luggage and went looking for the Arrival Hall. “Transportation to the St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel?” Brad asked of the Man that they were directed to. “It is.” said a very well dressed man with the name of their Hotel embroidered on his Blazer. “Your Vouchers Sir?” Brad and Matt handed them to him. “Mr. Bradford Scarbourgh and Mr. Matthew Bechtel?” “We are.” Brad affirmed. “If you gentlemen will follow me to the transport your luggage will be taken care of.” The two men followed the man to a Black Luxury version of a Mini Van and boarded.

Both sat silent as to take in the sites. Matt on the other hand had a different site in mind. Though he had seen Brad Bare Ass naked a hundred plus times before, for some reason he was anxious to see him strip down to nothing. Anxious to see that chiseled hard body supported by a rock hard ass. To see that 7 inch cock swing in unison with a massive set of hung balls. He reflected back on a time while he was in the middle of a fuck looking over at Brad as he fucked the girl he was with. Damn he knew how to fuck long…deep and hard. He knew how to fuck with his ass and not his whole body. Hinged at the ass, rocking and thrusting in perfect control. He’d ride her for a solid hour. Breed her and then go for another round. A two to three hour fuck wasn’t unheard of once he mounted. Stamina and control was all his. “What do you think about these round-a-bouts Matt?” “Huh?” Matt uttered. “What did you say?” “These round-a-bouts, interesting huh?” Matt retreated from his carnal thoughts. “Interesting is a good way of putting it.” The other thing Matt found interesting was the hard-on that was pressing hard against his suit pant zipper.

--A SHOWER, A DRINK-- “Impressive!” Matt exclaimed. “This is the Hotel?” “Welcome to the St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel Gentlemen.” Upon exiting the van, the two entered a world of refined luxury. A Victorian Architectural Masterpiece with a Clock Tower…Grand Staircase…Ceilings to the sky and Marbled floors. “Whoa” is all Matt could utter. Their Driver led them to the Hospitality Desk. Brad discretely handed the man a respectful tip. “Thank you Sir.” as he went on his way. “Welcome to the St. Pancras Renaissance, Your reservations Sir?” spoke the refined Clerk. “Yes a room for Matt Bechtecl and Brad Scarbourgh.” Matt replied very American. “Sir” spoke the Clerk very English, “We have the Chambers Grand One Bedroom Suite with Chambers Club Access reserved and confirmed for a Mr. Matthew L. Bechtel and a Mr. Bradford G. Scarbourgh. Am I correct in assuming that you are the gentlemen to whom I am addressing?” Matt checking himself on his English and Grammar responded with a little more dignity and forethought: “We are the two gentlemen to whom you are addressing.” Brad just remained quite but not without a slight grin.

The Porter escorted the two men to their room, opened the door and presented them to their Butler. “Welcome to the St. Pancras Renaissance Sirs. My name is Lewis. I will be your personal Butler during your stay. We hope that your stay is pleasant and enjoyable. I’m presenting to you information regarding my services.” Handing a Brochure to both men. “Some of those services are to unpack your luggage and personal belongings and to see to any of your particular needs as you settle yourselves. Do you have any questions?” Brad spoke up. “Does this suite have its own Bar?” “Yes Sir. If I may.“ The Butler directed Brad and Matt to a Bar which had the necessary utensils along with some beverages. “Please do not hesitate to request what you please in order to stock your Bar and it will be delivered to your room promptly.” Brad proceeded to inform the Butler of what they required for the Bar. “Yes Sir.” The Butler replied and made his way to a phone on a nearby Side Board. With a call he placed the request and hung up. “It will be delivered immediately Sir. Will there be anything else?” “We’ll take care of our own unpacking, thank you.” Brad replied. “Very well Sir. If you require my services, that Telephone with a call, will ensure a quick response. Please do not hesitate.” “Thank you. That will be all for now.” Brad responded and the Butler promptly departed.

“Damn look at this place Matt. What do you think $1500 a night?” “At least: only one drawback.” “What’s that?” “Take a look at this.” Matt remarked while pointing at a huge Canopied King Sized Bed. “Damn. Look at the size of that. Those four posts are the size of Telephone Poles!” “Not just that Brad. What else do you see?” “Not sure what you’re getting at?” “There’s just one of these huge beds!” Brad took a moment to assess the situation. “Hell, what’s the problem. Damn the thing’s so big you won’t even notice someone is in bed with you and besides, hell Matt we’ve probably slept in more beds together than me and that bitch ex of mine ever did.” “True.” Matt replied.

No sooner had Matt said “True” when there was a knock on the door. Brad answered the door to a server with a cart delivering Brad's request for the Bar. “Your Bar order Sir.” Brad stepped to the side as the server made his way to the Bar and placed the entire order, including the appropriate Bar Ware in its place. “Would you like to take inventory Sir?” Pleased with what he saw, he tipped the server and saw him on his way.

Brad remained true to his word about getting comfortable. He started with his suit coat and his tie while going into verbal detail about attacking the Bar. Matt took a step to the side of the bed as to follow Brad's lead but actually positioned himself for the show but out of direct sight. Slowly removing his own clothes Matt fixated on Brad while he ranted. Brad pulled his shirt out of his pants and started unbuttoning the shirt. Fully unbuttoned Brad slipped off the shirt and T-shirt and tossed them on the bed. Matt admired the strength of his chest, back and arms and reflected on how they supported Brad above his fuck as he fucked. As Brad unzipped his slacks Matt stopped his own disrobing as he waited for the reveal to come. Brad continued talking about the suite and his detailed move on the Bar. The slacks unzipped, Brad let them drop to the floor. The whiteness of his jockeys gave way to shadows that revealed the massive manhood that lay beneath them. Matt seem to not be able to unbutton another button. He found himself waiting, even pausing his breath while waiting for the unveiling. As if in slow motion he slid his thumbs into sides of the snug waist band and with what seemed forever for Matt began to push the jockeys down off his tight ass and onto his strong muscled thighs. Inch by inch the base of his thick cock was exposed. The band slid down the thick shaft as if to stroke its full length to finally reveal the round blunt cock head as thick and around as the shaft. Sliding further down revealed a massive set of balls that swayed back in place while still supporting his awesome power tool. Kicking the slacks and jockeys off to the side he became silent and while closing his eyes tilted back his head spread his legs apart about shoulder width and as if in bliss, took both hands and slowly massaged his massive balls with a firm yet gentle tug on the sack that supported the hanging cum factory. Then, with one hand still working on his sack, with a downward motion, he began to stroke and massage the heavy thick shaft with an open flat palm of his hand as if to fill the thick veins that lay along the side of his shaft with life giving energy. “Man that feels so good” Brad uttered to himself quietly and slowly. These were the things that he spoke of that would “hang and get some air”. Matt came to his senses and opted to set on the edge of the bed and to take his time while removing his own shoes, socks, and everything else before getting to his underwear. After all, how was he going to explain his own hard on and the wet pre-cum stain on his own jockeys? He had a more than obvious dilemma: “What the fuck am I going to do while Brad parades himself around this suite bare ass naked. Hell I’ve got wood myself that won’t go down and the sight of him for some unknown reason doesn’t help matters any”.

“That Butler did us good Matt. We now have a bar stocked with Jack Daniels and even a bottle of Gentlemen Jack. Speaking of which, how about a glass of it?” Brad was happier than a Virgin at his first strip bar. “Nah. I’m going to take a long hot shower first. Have one ready for me when I get out.” Matt’s only hope was to slide into the shower and get rid his wood. “We’ll do buddy” Brad replied while pouring the Gentleman Jack. “Enjoy.” Matt took one last glimpse at Brad before heading to the bathroom. There stood Brad at the floor to ceiling window with nothing between him and the window accept a white sheer curtain. The light poured over his nude physique while holding a drink in one hand and massaging his balls with the other. Matt’s own cock surged…aching and hard as a rock. A direct retreat to the bathroom was going to be his only relief.

Matt’s bathroom hideout was no less opulent that the rest of the suite. From floor to ceiling was a combination of Italian marble and mahogany with gold fixtures. The Shower caught his eyes immediately. Tucked in the corner it rivaled a small bedroom with room for four men easily; however it was equipped just for two. It had two walls of nothing but glass and two walls of marble with marbled seating on one of them. It was like showering out in the wide open. To the left of the shower in the opposite corner sat a Jacuzzi Tube for two. “Where the hell is the shitter” he said to himself aloud. As he turned around, opposite of the shower across the bathroom, he came face to face with a one piece mirror that covered the entire wall. He approached the massive glass and stood there with his feet shoulder width apart inspecting his own V shaped athletic physique. Matt was no slouch. He himself was a man to be admired. His 5’11” frame was in great shape. After all he and Brad worked out every day. Smooth tight skin that was lightly tanned with a faint outline of a bikini swimsuit. Like Brad he too had straight dark hair but his eyes were gray. Both had chiseled facial features but Matt had a look to him that was more approachable. His eyes dropped to his still hard cock. Where Brad had seven soft Matt packed a good seven rock hard. Nice shaped balls and as with Brad immaculately manscaped with a crown of well manicured pubes crowning the base of his cock. The effect enhanced their manhood. As he looked at the reflection of his cock in the mirror it surged as he wrapped his hand slowly and firmly around the throbbing shaft. Precum was flowing steady. His every impulse was to stroke and shoot as fast as he could and get the much needed relief. However while exercising great strength of will he chose to slowly stroke. The first stroke required the most will power. He slowly stroked down all the way to the base and stopped. His cock was so hard that it was aching. He admired the look of his red cock head that was so full and tight that is shined. As he flexed deep inside himself the precum almost shot out but instead poured out in a heavy steady stream. His insides were aching for relief and release. With a firm grip he slowly stroked upward and once again stopped to watch the flow go from a stream and turn to a river of clear glistening precum. It felt hot as it ran down the backside of his hand. He opened his hand to gain control. While cupping the shaft in his palm he flexed and bared down deep inside again so as to pump his shaft even fuller and harder. The veined shaft too was now red and tight beyond belief! Gripping once again he started slow stroking. Each stroke running the full length…to the base and back to the rim of his cock head. The precum continued to flow hot and steady. Once again he stopped at the base on a down stroke. Holding the skin tight he exposed the pulsing cock head and with the other hand he bathed the throbbing glans with his on body’s lube. He massaged the entire head in slow circular motions slick with precum taking extra effort to run the tip of his thumb and forefinger deep under the rim that was normally sheathed by his foreskin…back and forth ever so slowly. This act of edging felt like he was driving himself mad with desire for relief. He spread his stance wider and lowered himself as he resumed stroking his shaft. Having regained control, he resolved his will power to began stroking slightly faster. He found himself rocking his ass as if to thrust his cock into some invisible hole. Someone looking from behind would have sworn that he was fucking someone deep and hard. He picked up the pace. His stroking became harder and faster yet in perfect control as his ass rocked with thrusts. “Now!” he thought “The edging is over! Now!” The strokes now were long and hard and faster with fevered pitch but not frenzied. His mind exploded “Now! Yes! Yes!” The first shot landed a huge load on the mirror above Matt’s head. He continued to stroke and milk with long deliberate strokes, tilting his head back and sucking air through his clenched teeth. The mirror was being covered with his seed as his body convulsed deep inside as to rid itself of every drop of cum. Weak and spent he stretched out his left arm and leaned into the cum covered mirror to brace himself as he slowly and firmly stroked his softening shaft with his right hand as to empty it completely of every single drop which found its place on the marbled floor. He turned around, leaned his back against the mirror and slid down to the floor. “Fuck I needed that!” he whispered to himself. He sat there on the floor trying to regain enough strength to find the shitter and complete the task of a nice hot long shower. He looked down at his now semi flaccid tool only to see the occasional ooze of cum. “Damn that was a huge ass load. So much cum!” he said quietly to himself. Turning his head to the right Matt found the “shitter” as he called it. It was a room within the bathroom. He stood up and headed that way. “Nice” he thought. Not only was this elegant shitter its own room, it was equipped with a fancy urinal, a bidet and a side board with a library of reading materials. “Damn they’ve thought of everything haven’t they?” he mumbled. Matt took the time to find his favorite sports magazine and sat down for a long and much needed constitutional.

Now that nature had run her full course the next stop was the shower. Matt stopped at the massive two sink vanity on his way to explore some of the cabinets and drawers. It was obvious that one side was for men and the other for women. On the women’s side there were an assortment of complimentary hygiene and beauty aids. “You have got to be kidding me.” he said quietly to himself with a big grin as he picked up the bottle. “Pinke” “Silicone Lubricant for Women.” He wondered if the men had been given the same consideration. Sure enough! He opened the cabinet that was the exact opposite and there it was. “Wet Gold” “Premium Lubricant Silicone Based”. “This is to much!” he said with a chuckle while making sure both bottles were back in place.

Matt chose a known body wash and headed for the shower. “Bath sheets and not towels. No surprise there. Even hanging on a Towel Warmer.” he thought out loud. He inspected the shower to see how the water works operated. Two major shower heads and six smaller ones. He turned them all on and slowly turned around as the monsoon pelted ever part of his body with the hottest water that he could stand. After a while he shut down the smaller heads and let the larger two continue to rain over him. He grabbed the body wash and stepped out from underneath the running water. After filling his palm with a large amount of blue wash he started to lather up his red body. Working over his chest, back and legs he took extra time to give his tight ass attention. While propping one leg up on the marbled seat he washed and rubbed one ass cheek then switched leg positions and gave the other cheek equal treatment. He found great pleasure while washing his well shaped crack while letting his middle finger pleasure the sensitive orifice. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the stimulation that his own finger brought to what seemed to be the very center of every single nerve as it surrounded his tight flexing hole. All this teasing surprisingly was bringing life to what had been his hot, limp and well satisfied cock. Matt felt the stir from within and felt his tool starting to stiffen again. He filled his hands with another shot of body wash, lowered them to his now semi hard manhood. With one leg still propped up he widened his stance as to gain access to his cock. It ached from the previous hand job but was thick and getting ready for more. He took the time to slowly lather up his entire groin, especially his cock and low hanging balls. He tugged, pulled and stretched his scrotum leaving them to swing and sway. His balls had been drained and they were all the more sensitive for being so. All the attention he was directing their way caused his pulsing rod to quickly engorge and once again became hard. Having already knocked the edge off of needing immediate relief, he could now devote his full attention to rewarding his cock for the previous pleasure it brought him by enjoying some steady continued stroking and to enjoy the very feel of having a cock. As he stroked he thought on every aspect of his manhood that gave him pleasure. He felt every detail of his veined shaft in his hand. Where Brad had length Matt was a little thicker. Girth was his strong suit when it came to fucking. At this moment he felt thicker than ever and he enjoyed the heft he felt. At first he used the lather as lube to allow his firm grip to slide up and down his shaft, sliding his slick hand over the bare exposed cock head rewarding him with overbearing sensation. He dropped his leg on the floor and moved himself under the hot rain. The soapy lube washed away to expose a clean shaft and head that still demanded attention. New sensations came as he allowed his prefect foreskin to envelope the red bulging head with each stroke. He widened his stance, leaned himself against the wet glass and began to stroke fast and steady. Harder…longer the strokes began. Matt bucked into his hand as if to once again embed his seed deep inside that invisible hole he had fucked only moments before. His load shot into the hot rain as he pumped with a firmer grip and milked his cock. He rested against the glass as he watched his seed being washed away and down the drain. Weakened by his solo marathon, he relaxed under the hot shower as all his stress and cares of the day went down the drain as well. “Now maybe you’ll behave yourself while in front of Brad.” he said with a slight smirk while playfully chastising the very root of his pleasure.

The Bath Sheet felt good as he toweled off his hot flesh giving special attention to the one thing that had just brought him such pleasure. Tap…Tap…Tap! “You ready for that drink yet?” Brad said through the door. “Will be in about fifteen minutes Buddy!” replied Matt. “I’ll have it ready!”

Matt made his way to one of the two mirrors at the huge vanity. He stood there staring at himself for what seemed quite some time. He rubbed over the faint outline of his relaxed six pack. His skin felt warm and smooth. While placing the heels of his palms on the edge of the vanity top he leaned towards the mirror and stared into his own eyes. “What in the hell has got into you?” he quietly questioned himself. Now that the overwhelming need to drain his balls had been fulfilled, his mind now seemed to be clear enough to think. His thoughts turned towards Brad. Being an only child, he had never had anyone in his thirty years that he was ever as close to as he was with Brad. Their lives seemed to be intertwined together so closely that at times they seemed to be as one. Opposites in some ways but still close. Unlike Brad, Matt never married. The misery that most married men were in while married, especially Brad’s marriage, put a bad taste in his mouth about the very institution of marriage. Besides, you didn’t have to marry pussy to fuck it was how he felt. It just seemed that all through Brad's divorce Matt had drawn closer to him in some strange way. Now he found himself attracted to him…sexually attracted. He lowered his head and shook it slowly. “I want my best friend to fuck me. Go figure.” he said to himself in a somber low whisper. “Holy shit.” he continued. “Why?” was the question that was now in his mind. He thought long and hard: “To be the closet of friends is no longer close enough it seems. I want to feel him close…I want him to feel me close…I want an intimate closeness… I want to know him completely…I want to feel him.” Matt raised his head, looked himself in the mirror straight in the eyes and said to himself not in a whisper, not somber, but with truthful honesty: “A physical connection is the answer. I don’t fully understand it. It’s not so much that I want my best friend to fuck me…I DESIRE and NEED my best friend to fuck me. That’s why.”

--A TOAST-- Shit…Showered and Shaved and having cleaned up his cum mess he made his exit well groomed as if ready for a Board Meeting but just a swinging and a hanging. Brad was busy unpacking…still in the raw. “Damn Buddy, would you take a look at you…and him.” His eyes giving Matt's package attention. “I think there was more going on in there than just a shower! I know my Matt. He doesn’t just hang like that because of a bunch of hot water! Horn Dog! Shame on you!” Brad grinned. “Shut the hell up and get that shit eating grin off your face.” Matt replied with a returned grin. “Where the hell is my drink?” Brad nodded his head in the direction of the Bar. “Don’t forget to tip the Bar Tender.” he quipped.

The two of them stayed quiet while they sipped their drinks and unpacked, put things away and got settled. Both seemed relaxed and content. Even though they were on a business trip, it was nice to get far away from problems and issues. Brad had the right idea about shedding everything that seemed to weigh them down, including their clothes and just kickback and totally relax. Each one for their own specific reasons. Having completely unpacked, the two naked men retreated to the Luxurious and Grand sitting area of the Suite. “Refill” Brad offered. “Sure” as the two made their way to the Bar. “Change of menu for a moment.” Brad suggested as he reached for two Crystal Snifters. He opened the bottle of ‘Martell VSOP Medallion’ and filled each with a respectable amount of Cognac. “Special occasion?” Matt asked. Brad responded by handing Matt a snifter and then raising his to propose a toast. “Not a special occasion, but to a special man. Here is to my best and most intimate friend. To the one who has stood beside me and been with me through thick and thin. To one who has always believed in me and inspires me. To the one who in all honesty brings happiness and meaning to my life. Here’s to you Matt.” “You humble me Bud, Thank you.” Matt sincerely responded. They lifted their glasses and with a gentlemanly clink slowly and smoothly drank to the toast. Brad sat his glass down, looked Matt square in the eyes and gripped him on his upper arms. “I meant every word Bud.” He drew Matt to him and gave him a long firm hug. Matt, while struggling to keep his thoughts on the Toast shifted his thinking on the feel of Brad's embrace and the feel of his manhood pressing against his own arousing flesh. He felt the stir within his own cock slightly rising. As the two separated Brad made light of Matt’s physical response. “Like I said to you earlier bud…’Horn Dog! Shame on you!’ With a chuckle from both, Brad poured another not so respectable amount of Cognac and the two settled on the Sofa, propped up their feet on the coffee table, rested their heads against the Sofa back and closed their eyes in total relaxation.

Brad broke the silence. “Wanna Jack?” he asked turning towards Matt with a broad, mischievous grin. Caught off guard and a little shocked, Matt jerked while opening his eyes and raising his head almost spilling his drink. “You serious?” “Take a look and you tell me if I’m serious or not.” Brad replied in a low quite voice while now slowly stroking his already hard nine inches. “You have another load in there or did you wash it all down the shower drain?” Knowing he’d been caught. Matt shot back. “You bet your ass, let’s just see who shoots bigger and farther.” “You’re on!” Despite having unloaded two heavy loads less than an hour ago, the sight of Brad stroking his niner brought life back to his own well used tool.

Brad lowered his feet to the floor, slid down on the Sofa and spread his legs so as to gain access to his veined cut cock and to let his large low hanging balls hang down almost covering his own hole. Laying his head against the back of the sofa he closed his eyes and moaned low and deep as he slowly stroked the full length of his hard, thick, long cock while slowly rubbing his dark slightly haired chest.

Matt followed his lead with the exception of keeping one foot on the coffee table. He had no trouble getting a third hard-on brought on by watching Brad stroking and slightly rocking his ass as he worked on himself. “Damn he’s huge!” Matt thought to himself. He found himself captivated by Brad’s size and the amount of precum that was flowing from the slit of the hard shining head. He’d seen it all before, many times, but this time seemed to be hotter than any time before. Perhaps it was Brad’s initiative that the two play together that intensified the moment. Matt shifted his attention to his own hard cock. It felt so hard that he thought it was going to burst. He was amazed at the amount of his own precum. He thought that he would have been dry by now but it was on the contrary. Like Brad, they had ample amount to make their cock heads slick while their fingers delighted their sensitive glans, working over and deep under the rims of the pulsing heads. “Damn my cock feels so hard!” Brad uttered. “So hard that it aches!” he stopped on a down stroke. While spreading apart his middle finger and ring finger, he placed his massive tool between the two and pressed down firmly at the base of his cock revealing the full extent of his length as the veins along his shaft intensified and became defined. “Matt, doesn’t he look huge?” “Oh Yeah!” Matt quietly exclaimed. “Pushing ten I’d bet!”

Matt dropped his other leg to the floor and widened his stance for full access. They varied their stroke in speed but both took time to pleasure their full length with long steady strokes. Each making sure that they milked for precum. Brad occasionally would take an ample amount onto his thumb and then lick the warm fluid off. That only seemed to make the flow heavier. He took a moment to place a large amount of the glistening man stuff on his thumb and reached over to Matt. “Here Matt.” Without hesitation Matt took in Brad's entire thumb as to not miss one drop. He gave the thumb a gentle suck as Brad slowly pulled it out of his mouth. It seemed that this one little act was the hint to both that it was now time to get serious about working over their cocks. Their strokes became faster, their legs spread wider. The noise from both proved that they knew how to pleasure themselves. Deep guttural sounds with moans of pleasure. Several times in unison they both edged themselves to the breaking point and then backed off. The air around them began to smell of sex as their bodies became flushed and perspired as the precum flowed. As if pro’s in this marathon of solo pleasure they continued for a near half hour of rocking their ass into the strokes of their hands. “Now Buddy!” Brad commanded as to demand Matt’s timing follow his. “Let’s unload! The two mens bodies became rigid as the let out their calls of intense pleasure. They bucked their asses upon the explosion from their cocks. Brad clinched his teeth as the first shot of his load went over his head while Matt’s covered his chest and stomach with the hot cream. The remainder of Brad’s hot pearl white seed was covering his hairy chest in pearlescent pools as his large balls drained themselves. He relaxed a little and continued to stroke and squeeze his still hard shaft to ensure that he was empty. Matt too worked over his tool to make sure that he was completely empty as well…again...for a third time. The distinct scent of cum added to the smell of sex that surrounded them.

With the two men now totally spent, relaxed and pleased, Brad turned to Matt. “Lets see…hmmm shot over my head and a bigger puddle of cum. Winner?” “Hmmm” Matt responded. “Load number three…In less than two hours…and still a fair size puddle…I don’t think so!” “Three?…Damn Bud!” Brad reached over and grabbed his glass and raised it: “Here’s to the winner…Matt!” With one gulp he finished off his glass. Matt grabbed his glass and in a quick gesture raised his: “Here! Here!” and with a gulp his glass too was now finished.

Both men leaned back on the sofa and propped up their feet while holding their empty glasses. “Strange that no matter how much you fuck, a hand job still feels so damn good.” Brad remarked while playing with his limp dick. “Truth is my right hands been my best friend over this last few months. Felt good not jacking alone.” “It was fun.” Matt returned. “Brought back some fun memories. Remember the circle jerks back in the ninth grade. Six of us comparing dicks and then jacking to see who could shoot the farthest. No one could beat your record or your dick size or your loads come to think of it.” “There for a while it seemed like every time you and I were alone we were jerking.” Brad mentioned. “Two mangy horn dogs.” Matt said, making them both chuckle. They both got quiet as they played with themselves. “Sometimes I wished I was uncut.” Brad said while looking over at Matt’s dick. “What the hell for? I’ve always felt out of place at times for not being cut.” “I just like the look of an uncut cock. Anyhow…can’t undo what’s been done so I’ll just live with what I’ve got.” “As if that’s a bad thing.” Matt said while grinning and rolling his eyes. “Most guys would give their left nut to have what you’ve got.” Brad chuckled “And what…that would leave them with one to make sure they could use it? I guess I better stop bitchin and be glad for what I’ve got.” “You think!” Matt exclaimed, getting a laugh out of both.

It was now around four in the afternoon. Brad got up and grabbed two bar towels from the Bar and threw one to Matt. I’m hungry…how about you?” Brad piped up while wiping the cum off his cock, chest and hands.“ “You know, I hadn’t given it any thought until you just mentioned it, but yeah I’m definitely ready for something!” “Well let’s see. While I’m getting a shower why don’t you give it some thought as to where and what you’d like to eat and we’ll see what we can do about it.” Brad threw the towel over his shoulder, picked up the two glasses and offered to take Matt’s towel. “Sounds good to me.” Matt agreed while handing over the towel. That said Brad headed to the bathroom. Matt turned to admire Brad’s muscled ass as he departed. He thought about the power it delivered as the driving force of each thrust of his cut cock as he fucked. “Damn!” he whispered while giving his head a nod to the side.

Brad made his exit from the bathroom only to find Matt stretched out on the Sofa. “You asleep?” “Nah, just chillin. Three loads drains more than just your balls.” “I bet! Surprised you’re not out like a light.” Matt sat up and made room for Brad. “Well bud what did you come up with for us to eat?” Brad asked while propping up his feet on the table.

“We can order for room service…go out on the town or go down to the Chambers Club? I’m thinking out on the town to a Pub!” Matt exclaimed. “I had my mind sat on one from the time I found out that we were heading to London.” Brad agreed. “A Pub it is then.” They both agreed to not ask the Butler. He’d only recommend something associated with the Hotel. Brad called for the Porter. “Ahhh The Skinners Arms on Judd Street! Great fare and just a short walk from here!” He enthusiastically exclaimed. They got directions from the Porter, tipped him and thanked him for his info. With a “Thank you Sir.” he was on his way.

“Damn that was good food…different but good. You want another Guinness?” Agreeing with Brad about the food, Matt took him up on his offer for another beer. “This place looks just like what I pictured a Pub to look like.” Matt said while looking around the place. “You can tell that a lot of the people here are regulars” Yeah it’s pretty evident.” Brad had no longer responded when a Bombshell Brunette approached their table.

“Hi, I noticed you two in the Hotel Lobby earlier. You here for the Bechtel Conference?” Obviously directing here conversation towards Brad. “We are.” He responded shortly. “I’m Matt and this is Brad.” Matt chimed in quickly to ease the up and coming tension. “I’m Julie.” She responded giving Matt a quick glimpse while focusing on Brad and offering her hand. “Julie…It’s a pleasure. I don’t mean to come across rude but Matt and I are in a really deep private conversation here which we need to continue. Maybe we’ll see you again during the conference.” “Oh most definitely.” She flirted. “By the way, it was my pleasure too…See ya!” She turned and flittered away and blended into the crowd. “You ready to go Matt?” “Sure thing.” “Women” Brad scoffed. “Nothing more than a walking life support system for a cunt!” They and their drama is enough to almost make a guy turn gay!” “Now there’s a thought.” Matt thought to himself while they downed the last of the round.

Standing just outside the Pub entrance Brad spoke up. “What do you say that we forego the workout for the day and see if we can’t find us a place to shoot some pool over a few more Beers?” “Sounds good!” Matt agreed. “Let me step back inside and see if I can get any recommendations.” “I’ll wait here.” Brad said leaning himself against a street light pole.

“The Hurricane Club in Kings Cross would do you.” Replied the Bar Keep in a thick English brogue. “ A bit expensive but well worth it and it’s an easy walk from here.” Matt wrote the information and directions on a coaster, thanked and tip the Bar Keep for his help and headed out the door. Their conversation centered mostly around the sites that they saw while on their walk to the pool hall. “What made you think about playing pool Brad?” “Believe it or not it’s usually a hang out just for guys. I know it may seem over reacting and going overboard, but I’d just prefer to not have to deal with women at the moment…on a personal level that is.” “Gottcha.” was all Matt said in reply.

--MISSING THE HOLE-- The many Guinness had taken its toll on both men and their game and brought out their fun side. Brad leaned on Matt's back while remarking softly in his ear: “Matt, you’re not doing so good with that que stick! Maybe you need to pull out your own stick and see if you can get it in that hole.” Chuckling. “Better yet let me pull mine out and see what you can do with it. Hell it never misses the hole!” “Brad, it’s the ball in the hole not the damn stick!” He replied with a laugh while trying to shrug Brad off is back. “Ahhh…yeah…right. I must to have been thinking about something else.” “Obviously.” Matt quipped. “Lets see…what did you say to me earlier? ‘You Horn Dog…Shame on you!’ “Me?” Brad retorted with a snicker. “You’re the one that’s been crotch watching me while playing! Envious?” Brad continued in a whisper. “Don’t flatter yourself. Now shoot.” Was Matt's reply. He didn’t realize that his glances had been that obvious. Brad's jeans were tight enough and worn enough in the crotch that it was fairly evident what was behind that buttoned fly. Being commando only enhanced the presentation. “You’re so full of yourself!” Matt informed him while approaching the table.

“Damn Bud! Look at the time. We need to get back and hit the sheets. Orientation is going to come early.” Matt said while downing the last of his beer. Brad replied as he slammed down his remainder. “To bad. This was a great night. Hate to see it end.” “The funs just began!” Matt replied.

The two tipped the Cabbie, stopped to check for messages and headed for the room. “Night cap Matt?” “Nah, I’ve still got a good buzz. I’m thinking about just going to bed and sleeping it off.” “Maybe you’re right.” Brad replied while pulling his shirt out of his jeans. “Which side of the bed do you want?” as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I sleep on the right side.” Matt replied. “That’s the same side I sleep on too!” “What are you going to do, sleep on top me?” Matt questioned with a grin. “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Even though this was light hearted banter between the two, Brad had no clue how close he was to the truth. How far did he let this little game go? Matt thought. “I bet you can’t even remember the last time you were on top of someone?” Matt pushed. “Hmmm…let’s see?” Brad pondered while setting on a chair by the bed slipping off his shoes and socks. “I can’t tell you when that was. I can just say that it’s been a long damn time!” His light hearted reply was mingled with a touch of seriousness. “Then I better watch out and make sure I sleep on my back.” Matt replied trying to keep things light. “You just might better!” That said, Brad stood up, dropped his jeans only to reveal a slight stiff package. Matt’s eyes dropped and focused on Brad’s tool. He tried to recover from his uncontrolled reaction and quickly shifted his eyes up to Brad's. It was apparent by Brad's look that it was to late. He was well aware of Matt’s glance. He looked down at his now semi stiff rod. “Well well well. Would you look at that? I wonder what’s brought that on?” “I don’t know! But you better make him behave or I’ll have to sleep in there on that sofa!” Matt replied while trying his best to keep the situation light and humorous in order to not reveal the desire that was quickly growing inside of him. It was even causing a stir below his own waist. His imagination was quickly starting to piece together a scenario that could damage a lifelong friendship if he wasn’t careful as far as he was concerned. “Drop em Matt?” “Huh?” Matt replied caught off by surprise. “You heard me. Drop your jeans.” The whole situation along with Brad’s unexpected command gave Matt a stir in his own manhood that caused him some concern. He dropped his pants only to reveal that he too had some wood in the making. Brad dropped his gaze to Matt’s package. “Now, my question to you Matt…” Matt’s thoughts were scrambling. How was he going to justify what was becoming physically apparent? How was he going to explain the sexual innuendo’s earlier? The glances? The double entendre’? Matt’s thoughts returned to Brad’s question. “Now, my question to you Matt is when was the last time you can remember being on top of someone? Because from what I can see you’re just as horny as I am.” Matt’s mind sighed a big sigh of relief. “To damn long!” “I guess we both better sleep on our backs then!” Brad remarked with a smile. “You can have your right side of the bed bud. I just know that it’s time to get some shut eye.”

With that remark the two naked men crawled into bed. “On your back?” Brad spoke in a low voice. “Hell yes and with my legs close together.” Both of them let out a good hearted chuckle. The two laid there for a couple of minutes unwinding when Brad softly spoke out. “Things are going to take a change Matt?” “What do you mean?” “I’ve been doing some thinking over the day. This trip will mark a major turning point in our lives.” “Our’s as in us?” Matt questioned. “That’s right. You and I are and have been so close that I feel any major decisions I make affect each other. ”Hmmm.” Matt responded with a hint of concern in his voice. “Nothing to worry about buddy. All is good, matter a fact all is going to be even better.” “I know man. Just remember that I’m by your side no matter what you decide.” Matt replied. “I’m counting on that very thing more than you know. Enough pillow talk now. Sleep good.” “You too.”

Just as Matt was settling down and getting comfortable…on his back, Brad leaned over and above him while planting a big heavy kiss right on Matt's lips. “Good night Darlin!” he said with a laugh. ”Fucker. Now get back on your side and go to sleep!” Matt replied with a laugh and a shove pushing Brad over to his side. “Tomorrows going to be a good day.” Was Brad’s last comment before the two got quite and fell to asleep.

--WORK AND PLAY-- The day started with the Butler preparing the room and the two men for their day. Everything from their clothes to their breakfast had been taken care of. The only thing that was left up to the two was to do their personal exercises’ that was a part of their daily routine. Despite how normal and routine things seemed under the circumstances, to Matt there seemed to be a difference in Brad that took place overnight. It was as if all of the cares and gloom that had been hanging over him for the last eighteen months had finally vanished. He appeared dominate, assertive even somewhat aggressive. Matt thought that it was hot! “Matt, I’ve got plans for us after the conference. I want us to spend some time down in gym or whatever hell they call it here. I’m planning on whooping your ass in some handball; spend some time in the pool and then either in the steam room or sauna. You game?” “You bet!” agreed Matt enthusiastically. “Then I’d like for us to take advantage of that High Dollar Restaurant. We’ll dress ourselves to the max and dine in the finest. What you think?” “Fully agree.” Matt replied. “Good because I had the Butler make all of the arrangements already.” “Damn, you have planned things out!” exclaimed Matt. “Damn straight. I told you last night that today was going to be a good day.” “By the way…” Matt spoke “I hope you still consider it a good day when you lose again in handball. Remember in all the years we have been playing your percentage in winning is quite low.” “Like I said, your ass is mine. You watch and see.” Brad replied. “We’ll see…” Matt said smiling with an assured grin. “We’ll see.”

The Conference took place in a grand meeting room called “The Exchange Meeting Room”. A refreshment table the size of a Buffet was set up for Breaks. During the mid-morning break the two men were standing there with their juice discussing the morning meeting when a familiar face showed up. “Well good morning Brad.” The Brunette Julie interrupted. “…and good morning to you too Mac.” She continued obviously calling Matt by the wrong name. “Good morning Janie.” Brad replied with a deliberate name change. “Oh it’s Julie!” “…and his is Matt, Matt Bechtel to be more specific. Notice the name association?” Brad replied sternly. “Oh I’m sorry Mr. Bechtel. I apologize for not remembering your name correctly.” The enlightened woman replied professionally. “No harm done. Matt is fine.” Matt returned with a warm smile. “I need to find my seat and get ready for the other session.” The humiliated Julie spoke and then quickly departed. “Damn it Brad. You know how I hate to drop my name. I’m so far down on the Bechtel family name list that I’m just another employee to those Bechtel’s at the top.” “I apologize Matt but I’m not going to have her or anyone else disrespect you. Especially a damn woman.” “I appreciate the thought Brad. I’m just going to have you run interference for me if I start getting brown nosers and hob nobbers coming my way. Agreed?” Matt said with a smirk and a smile. “Bring em on!” Brad exclaimed returning the smile.

The day of meetings went quick and the two quickly headed down to the Fittness Center after changing into their warm up clothes in their room. In the locker room they stripped to get ready for the handball court. “Remind you of something?” Brad spoke out while he was holding his jock strap. “What?” Matt queried. “Locker room…first day of gym class…freshman days in high school?” Brad recounted. “Yeah.” Matt blushed. “You didn’t think I had noticed did you?” Brad continued. “What do you mean?” Matt still red faced. “You checking me out that day?” “Hell Brad you were kind of hard not to notice. Hell every guy in that locker room was trying to catch a glimpse without being caught. The envy of every one of us.” “Yeah I know.” Brad replied with a big smile while cupping his dick in his hand. “Just get dressed and hide the anaconda!” Matt shot back in order to end the distraction.

“I told you that you weren’t going to whoop me!” Matt strutted. “We’re only even. A third round and eleven points will decide and I say they are mine!” Brad said as he slammed the ball. The last round was played with a vengeance and was close to the end. “Lets see. My two rounds whoop’s your one I do believe!” Matt proclaimed while throwing the ball towards Brad. “Yeah but like I said earlier…your ass will be mine. You just see.” Brad said with resolve and a catch.

After few laps in the pool they stripped again, grabbed a towel, rinsed off and headed for the steam room. The room was empty at the moment and the two took advantage it by opening up their towels and resting against the wall. “Damn Brad it has always amazed me how hung you are.” “Well you’re no dinky dick yourself you know?” “Yeah but next to you other guys seem to fall short…no pun intended.” Both chuckled. “Remember those twin sisters we fucked together that time in college?” Matt reminisced. “At first I thought you were spanking her ass then I looked over and it was your huge ass balls slapping against her ass. It made me lose my rhythm.” “Poor excuse for forgetting how to fuck.” Brad remarked with a good chuckle. “That was our first and actual only foursome if I remember correctly?” Questioned Brad. “It was. Matt returned. “They said they were aching when they left.” “Hell they should have been. We fucked them off and on for near six hours while swapping them back and forth. They ached and we were hungry.” After a chuckle they reminisced about other fucks until more company showed up then they decided to leave. They passed up the showers in the fitness center and decided to take their shower in their room and get ready for dinner.

Each showered and got dressed with the appropriate attire that the Butler had set out for them. Dinner was to be in The Gilbert Scott and the required attire was near to Semi-Formal. “I want this to be a special night.” Brad said. “It’s not often that we get treated this way and I want us to take full advantage of it. You agree buddy?” “Absolutely!” Replied Matt while adjusting his Bow Tie.

They followed the Maître D to their Table. Much to Matt's surprise they were seated in a private room within the restaurant. “You like?” Brad said with a smile. “Damn.” Was all Matt said. “This isn’t on the Company’s Tab.” Brad remarked. “This ones on me.” “Damn Brad, what’s the occasion?” “To Crossroads and new beginnings.” The Elegance…the Food…the Drink and even the service was impeccable and quite out of the ordinary as far as Matt was concerned. He came from a name and money but even for him this was a near rarity. They dined on Oysters, Venison, Parsnips, Potatoes and Puddings accompanied by the fine Wine and Desserts. When the feasting had ended Brad asked for the Wine Steward. “A Bottle of 1986 Moet Chandon Dom Perignon Rose Champagne” he requested in a low quite voice. “The Steward presented and poured the Champagne. After Brad dismissed him he stood up with his glass in his hand and Matt followed. “To us Matt and the future that lays before us.” “Here Here” Matt followed as the glasses clinked. Moet Chandon was Matt’s preferred Vineyard for Champagne. Brad had something going on but Matt had no clue what it could be. When the bill arrived Matt asked to see it. Brad obliged. “1986 Moet Chandon Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Bend, 750ml: $649.00”. Matt had figured right, smiled and passed the bill back to Brad. “Whatever Brad had up his sleeve it must be good. “ Matt pondered.

“What do you say we head on up to the room?” Brad asked. “I’m game. I’ve enjoyed tonight but we’re going to be back in Suits tomorrow and I’m ready to shed these and relax.” Replied Matt. “Good. You head on up to the room and I’ll drop by the desk to check for messages and such and I’ll meet you up there.” “Deal.” Said Matt and they headed out. As Matt continued to the room, Brad headed to the Courtesy Desk. “What may we do for you Mr. Scarbourgh?” asked the Clerk. Brad informed him of what time he would like the Butler to arrive in the morning and that “under no circumstances” were he and Matt to be disturbed what-so-ever, even by phone until the Butler made his arrival in the morning. “We fully understand.” the Clerk reassured.

--THE JUNCTION-- By the time Brad got up to the room Matt didn’t seem to be around. As he took a look around the room he noticed the Toilet room door shut. He untied his tie and unbuttoned his collar button as he headed over to the bar. He’d just finished making his drink when Matt exited. “Feel better?” Brad asked between sips. “Oh yeah, you know me… regular as clockwork.” “Can I interest you in a drink?” “I’ll have some of that Cognac that you’re having but first I’m going to get out of these duds.” Matt responded while heading towards the bedroom. “I’m with you on that!” They changed into their Day/Sweat Pants. Matt put on a tank top while Brad remained bare chested. Brad obliged Matt and poured a small amount of Cognac into a snifter. With drinks in hand both sat on the Sofa. They recounted the day, discussed “That bitch Julie”, remarked about the Dinner and exchanged banter about the game.

Brad spoke as he got up to refresh their drinks. “All in all a good day wouldn’t you say Matt?” “Good is an understatement. Awesome is more like it! Damn Brad…$650 for a bottle of Champagne! One has to wonder what’s the special occasion is?” “Us Matt; you and I like I mentioned earlier.” Brad replied with a seriousness in his voice. “I’d say our friendship is worth a celebration like tonight.” Matt said while he pondered where Brad was going with this. “Not just our friendship Matt. Much more than that.” Brad slowly continued. “Bud over these last couple of months, during the final stages of my divorce, I noticed a change in you. At first I didn’t catch on but then it dawned on me; Matt’s in love with me and not just a friend any longer.” Matt dropped his head as he spoke. “That obvious huh?” “Matt…look at me.” He raised his head. “We celebrated tonight because that’s a good thing. We are both at major Crossroads and it’s time to face some facts. One fact is that we’re going to take our relationship to a new level.” Matt’s heart rate increased. He couldn’t believe this conversation and he really couldn’t believe what he thought that “new level” was to be until Brad spoke again. Brad sat down his drink, got up and stood between Matt’s parted legs as he sat there anxiously. Hovering over Matt, he leaned forward and placed his hands on the sofa back each hand right next to Matt’s shoulders his face coming within inches of Matt’s. He spoke in a low quite voice “The new level starts here Matt…tonight and this is what I mean by it.” With his last syllable Brad leaned into Matt and kissed him passionately. The kiss was long and intense. Matt closed his eyes in relief and disbelief that he could now un-bottle his own passion and desire for this man that he ached for. Brad pulled back and looked Matt deep in his eyes. The air was tense and dead quite. His gaze seemed to go on forever as if looking deep into Matt’s soul. He overtook Matt again and parted his lips with his tongue as he kissed him even deeper and more passionately. Matt’s heart began to race and was pumping his cock to solid hardness. As Brad continued the deep kiss he slid his hand down to Matt’s hard cock and massaged it through his pants. He spoke as he broke the kiss. “This tells me what I already knew and confirms what I wanted to know.” He then looked down as he continued to slowly rubbed Matt’s cock. While Brad was looking down at him, Matt seized the moment to glance at what was now Brad's own bulging crotch. Anticipation seized him.

Brad reached down and took the tails of Matt’s tank top and began to pull it over his head. Matt followed his lead and leaned forward to accommodate as Brad removed it and threw it off to the side. With his eyes now near Brad’s waist level, it was apparent to Brad where his gaze was locked and fixated. “Go ahead Bud.” No other words were needed. Matt knew what liberty had just been given to him. He reached up to Brad’s waistband and started to slowly pull down. The stiffened Manhood resisted the waistband and stopped the reveal. He felt the heat from Brad’s body as he moved to free his massive tool. As Matt slid the pants down to his ankles Brad stepped out of his them and widened his stance. There it was inches from Matt’s face. The pulsing veined shaft angled slightly upward. Brad's glands were red and tight. The rim was slightly flared as if to invite Matt’s tongue to encircle it deep under. Brad reached down and wrapped his shaft in his hand. With a slight grip and one upstroke the clear glistening precum made it’s debut. He placed his hands lightly on the back of Matt’s head and carefully guided him to drink. With the tip of his tongue Matt took all of the Brad's natural lube. Brad softly moaned as Matt’s tongue brushed against the engorged head. He carefully embraced Brad's hanging balls. They were heavy as he felt their weight while suspended by the relaxed sack. He’d thought many times recently how great it would be to massage and gently handle those that made Brad such a virile male. While carefully embracing the sack, he used the handhold to guide the hard cock and envelope him with his warm mouth. Although having his own cock orally pleasured many times this same way, this was his first experience at giving and pleasing another man, with oral satisfaction. As a man he knew where and what the tongue, lips and mouth needed to be and do in order to bring him the utmost satisfaction. With that knowledge Matt slowly pumped Brad's cock with thrusts of head movement, while at the same time running the tip of his tongue deep under the flared rim. Brad groaned with approval and pleasure. Matt felt the surge of precum flow and he drank. He pleasured every inch of Brad's cock and at times gently sucked on each ball while massaging and encircling each one separately with his tongue as it was encased carefully in his mouth. At times Brad couldn’t help but thrust into Matt's mouth as to carefully face fuck him. Matt would oblige him by placing his hands on his hips and would pace his thrusts for speed and depth. Brad was amazed as to how deep Matt could throat him. He was disciplined enough to control the edging but Matt’s oral artwork was making it more difficult to control. As he pulled away he reached down and brought Matt to his feet. They wrapped each other in their arms and continued the lovemaking kiss…passionate and fevered. While kissing near Matt's ear he whispered: “I told you earlier today that your ass would be mine. I meant it and soon you will know my meaning.” Before Matt could respond he captured his mouth and lips with more fervor and passion that Matt had yet felt from him with a deep hard kiss that spoke of determination and resolve.

Brad directed Matt to the bed and nudged him onto it. As he stretched out alongside him he resumed the oral embrace with just as much passion then broke it and raised himself over Matt. He looked him deep and square in the eyes and spoke low. “We’re going to go places tonight where neither of us have been before, but trust me; I know what needs to be done. Do you trust me?” Without a word Matt replied with a nod. “Good. I’m going to step into the bathroom and when I return I want those pants and anything else you may have on completely off. Understood?” Matt affirmed again with a silent nod. As Brad disappeared he slide off his pants and threw them on the floor and laid there thinking while he slowly massaged his cock and balls. He knew what was coming. He’d longed for this, but this was unchartered territory for him. The unknowns also brought on unknown thoughts and feelings. How was his ass ever to take something the size of Brad's cock? He recalled that the only thing that had ever been up his ass was a Doctors finger during a prostate exam. How was he to act and respond to Brad’s physical requests and demands? Giving head was easy, almost natural. All else beyond that was a question mark. It seemed that silence on his part was the only way of grasping these unknowns.

As Brad exited the bathroom he approached the bed with a couple of towels and the bottle of Gold Platinum lube and sat them on the night stand. He then turned off all of the lights except for a lamp on a table across from the foot of the bed and the two nightstand lamps on each side of the bed. He stood there for a moment looking at Matt. Matt’s eyes took in every aspect of Brad's Physique as Brad was doing the same to him. Matt’s eyes drifted to Brad’s manhood and then back to his eyes. “You will be able to take him…all of him. You’ll see.” Brad slid onto the bed and placed his face over Matt's pulsing cock. The large canopy of the bed diffused the light causing their naked bodies to become the spotlight of what was to come. Matt arched his back slightly as Brad came down on him. It was his turn to give him pleasure as only a man would know what to do for another man. Matt rocked his ass in sync with Brad's slow head movements. “I don’t want to cum yet Brad.” Matt whispered “You’re not going to.” Somehow Brad new how to edge Matt to the edge of insanity over and over and yet not blow. While working over his cock and balls he would intensify the pleasurable agony by gently rolling Matt's nipples between his thumb and forefinger while giving his utmost attention to his entire manhood balls and all. Finally Brad had driven Matt to the point to where he finally heard what he had been waiting to hear: “Brad…you need to fuck me!”

Brad had Matt position himself in the middle of the bed and away from the head board. He reached up and pulled one of the pillows down. “Matt raise your ass up.” He did what he was told and Brad slid the pillow under his ass letting his ass hang over the pillow slightly and then reached over and took the bottle of lube. The thick quite air was broken by the distinct sound of the lube bottle opening. His eyes met with Brad's and Brad's eyes were locked onto Matt's. “What you’ve been wanting to happen Bud is going to happen. I’ve seen it in your eyes in times past the same way I see it in your eyes now.” Matt’s eyes dropped down to watch Brad prepare his throbbing cock for what it was about to do. While supporting his thick long shaft with the one hand he poured the silicone stream back and forth over its pulsing length from tip to base. He then coated it completely with a couple of slow strokes. Each stroke seemed to fill the thick long member. “He’s the biggest he’s ever been Bud. He’s never ached like this either.” Matt laid there in wonderment as Brad lubed the fingers on his right hand and sat the lube bottle down. “Put your heels on my shoulders.” Matt spread his legs and did what he was told. He felt exposed as Brad admired the flexing wanton hole. With his lubed thumb Brad started the slow massage of Matt’s hole. Never had he ever felt a sensation like that before. Each stoke caused his hole to want more pleasure. He closed his eyes and moaned. “That’s it Bud. Keep them eyes closed and enjoy it.” After minutes of the pleasure Brad spoke. “I’m going to slid my thumb in.” Without any further warning Brad slid in his thumb all the way and stopped. Matt winced. The hole felt hot, clean and super tight to Brad. He was anxious to slide himself into his new lover but had to be patient. As the thumb stroked Matt relaxed. What Matt seemed to had forgotten was that Brad's ex liked being butt-fucked. What Brad had learned with her ass he was now using on Matt. Matt took the change from the thumb to the fore finger well. “Matt you’re gonna get two fingers at once now. Stay relaxed.” “Man Brad!...Fuck!” “Breathe bud and relax.” With both fingers in deep Matt looked for the pleasure in it and found it. Brad waited to hear the moans that would take it to the next level. “It’s time for the third.” Brad took the time to lube the fingers. “Matt I want you to reach down and spread you ass and keep them spread for me.” He wanted to keep his mind occupied as well as think about what he was doing. Matt did as told. Brad started the slow slide in. Matt tightened up. “Relax buddy. All’s good.” Matt took a deep breath. “Now Brad.” Once Brad started pushing he didn’t stop. “Damn!” Matt whispered through clenched teeth. “Matt relax. Thery’re in far enough.” Brad kept his fingers in until he felt the hole relax and then pulled them out slowly. “Fuck that’s intense.” Matt remarked with a slight smile. Brad leaned over him and kissed him deeply. “I love you Bud. Remember that.”

As Brad reached for the lube bottle again he glanced at his watch. He coated his thick hard cock again causing it to shine and return to its aching size. He held Matt by the calves and looked him deep in his eyes. Resting a leg on his shoulder while keeping eye contact he pressed his thick pulsing cock head against the tight hole and stopped. “You tell me when you’re ready Buddy.” Matt felt Brad’s fullness begging to enter. His own desire to feel him deep inside had now returned and was aching to be filled. “I’m ready. It’s your hole now.” Brad bent Matt’s knees and positioned his hole in aim to take him and started to slowly push. Matt tightened and winced. “It’s ok…you’re doing good.” Brad felt the hole began to part slightly. “Oh god!” Matt called out for Brad to back off a little but he ignored the request. The massive head began to slowly spread Matt’ws hole. “Oh Brad! Damn! The pain is so fucking intense! I feel like my holes tearing! Is it?” “No; you’re opening good.” Brad kept up the intense pressure pushing. He looked down. “You’re doing great Bud. Stay with me.” “Holy Fuck!” Matt called out through clenched teeth again. “I’m almost in!” “Push him in Brad! Hurry! Please! It’ll be quicker if you do!” Brad pushed until his throbbing his vanished and then stopped. Matt writhed and stiffened his legs. “God Brad! How far are you in? Holy fuck!…You have to be in by now!” “ You have all of the head bud. The rest is easy from here. My shaft is just a little bigger but that’s when it starts to feel good.” “For who?” Matt said with a grimaced smile as he finally relaxed his legs. It was at that point when Matt relaxed that Brad knew that he was ready for what needed to take place between the two of them.

“Spread your legs wider and bend your legs some more and draw your knees up closer to you.” “Time to go for it all the way I take it?” “It is.” Brad locked eyes with Matt and smiled as he began to push ever so slowly. “He is so fucking huge!” Matt reached back down and pulled his ass cheeks wide apart as Brad continued to slide in. Brad took that as a signal that Matt was almost ready to be rode. Once Brad saw that all nine inches was deep in he stopped. “Guess what Buddy. You have all of me in there…every inch.” Matt wasn’t surprised. “I know. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Talking about turning pain into pleasure! My endorphins are having a field day.” “Glad to hear. Your virgin ass feels good…tight and clean.” Brad now set in to slow rocking thrusts his balls gently patting Matt’s ass with each thrust. He slowly slid in deep each time and then took his time pulling back. He kept up this slow cadence up until he got a signal from Matt for more. That signal came when Matt widened his legs and pulled his knees up close to his shoulders. Brad's ass began to rock slightly faster with a steady rhythm. He leaned over Matt and supported himself with his arms as he continued to thrust. His eyes poured over the man that lay beneath him: his chest…his shoulders. He looked into Matt's eyes as he rode him: “Feel him?” Matt nodded with a smile. “What are you thinking?” Brad spoke softly. “I’m thinking how’s the best way to thank you for what you’re doing to me.” “You thanked me the moment you opened your legs and submitted to me.” Matt slid his arms down Brad’s side and placed his hands on his ass and pulled him in as he rocked rhythmically. “That’s it Matt…Let him in!” The full length of Brad's cock was now being taken by Matt’s hole. Brad looked down as he pulled to the rim and then back deep to the base. His thrusts were now steady motion and deep. As he returned his eyes to Matt’s he kissed him deeply while making sure his cock was deep as well. To his joy and surprise he smiled when he saw Matt close his eyes and tilt back his head. That was a sure sign that Matt was living in pleasure. Brad put his hands on the backside of Matt’s thighs pushing his spread legs closer to his chest. His strokes were faster and harder. He rocked his ass to ensure he was fucking with his cock and not his whole body. The familiar sound of his massive balls slapping against the ass caused Matt to open his eyes. “There’s that sound he said with a smile. This is so intense. I feel like I need to shoot.” “That’s that Prostate getting a workover.” Brad picked up the pace. “How can this feel so good?” Matt reeled. Brad kept thrusting deeper, harder and steady. “I’m going to shoot Brad” I know it!” “Then let it go. Just remember that I don’t stop when I cum.” I remember!” Matt said smiling. “I gonna cum Brad…I’m cumming! Here it comes!” Matt exploded with sounds of his pleasure. Cum shot over his head and hit the headboard and spurted all over his chest. The load invigorated Brad. He started thrusting faster which seemed harder. Matt’s ass had tightened around Brad's cock with the intense orgasm. “Brad I feel like I need you to pull.” His voice quavered. “It may feel like it but all is good down there, so I’m not.” Brad rocked his ass then paused to a deep single thrust as to feel Matt’s total depth and then would resume the hard fuck. Matt looked up to see that Brad's motions were moving the massive canopy of the bed. He pounded deep and then finally slowed to slow smooth strokes. He rested Matt’s legs a little lower but didn’t stop. Now it was just passionate love making. “Legs tired?” “A little.” Replied Matt. “Lay on your side Matt. Stretch out your lower leg and pull the other one up to you some. Matt agreed. This scissor position gave Matt’s legs rest yet afforded Brad access to his wet warm hole as he straddled his lower leg that was straight. This way they could still see each other. “I feel like an exposed never.” Remarked Matt. “Is that bad?” “No just super sensitive is all.” Brad re-lubed, slide back into Matt and set back into thrusting. Matt reached around and placed his hand on Brad's ass. “You feel so good.” “This is foreplay. We’re just getting started. They’re be little sleep tonight.” Brad said as he thrusted with even deep stokes. In this position he had a good view of his cock as it made its moves to own Matt’s ass. “Are you tired?” Matt asked as he felt the heat of Brad's cock sliding in and out. “What do you think?” “I think there is going to be little sleep tonight.” “That’s what I said.” Brad assured. “What if I give out?” “Then I’ll fuck you while you’re asleep.” Brad’s reply brought a smile along with faster and harder strokes. “That cock still feel good?” “It does but my leg needs a change. Brad pulled back and plunged his cock in deep as if in total disregard for Matt’s comfort. He held and pushed as if to grind his tool as deep in the ass as he could get it. Matt took the cue to let the cock have its way and drew his leg up even closer with a couple more plunges. Brad straightened his upper body while placing one hand on Matt’s thigh and the other near his waist. From this position he started rocking his ass with a heated fervor. His balls could be heard slapping as his cock rammed and slammed Matt’s hole. The force had pushed Matt towards the headboard to where Matt had to lower his head a little to keep it from hitting. Brad's face had an intense look of determination. “I lay claim to this hole!” Softly yet sternly he proclaimed.” Matt felt the head of Brad's cock deep inside as it penetrated over and over. Suddenly Brad slowed almost to a stop. While slowly yet deeply fucking he spoke. “That hole feel owned?” “Yes.” “Good now roll over on your belly.”

Matt did as commanded. He felt as if Brad’s demeanor was becoming more possessive and aggressive. He didn’t mind, matter-a-fact it was hot as hell. “I want you to spread eagle and I want those legs spread wide so that I can fuck that hole as deep as I can get. Brad positioned himself on his knees between Matt’s legs. Matt heard the familiar sound of the cap on the lube bottle open and close as Brad took the time to bath his cock and Matt’s hole with lube while admiring Matt’s perfect ass. “Now’s time to reward this tool of your pleasure with some pleasure of his own.” a stern voice came over Matt’s shoulder. Brad parted the ass cheeks and fondled the hole. Matt moaned and slightly raised his hips. “That’s what I want to see and hear: an ass that is aching to get fucked.” As he spread the ass wider he approached and pressed his stone hard cock against the hole and paused. The pause seemed to be forever. Just as Matt was getting ready to remark about it Brad slammed his entire cock into the unprepared hole and stopped to grind him in deep. “Holy Fuck Brad!” “I told you it was my time.” Brad started fucking and pounding harder and deeper than anything before. Matt felt like his insides were being were being rearranged. “Brad?” not a reply “Brad?” still not a word from Brad except the sounds of heavy breathing and deep guttural groans as he thrusted with all his might. Brad plunged deep and stopped. He finally spoke up while grinding his cock deep inside: “I hope you’re not going to ask me to slowdown, stop, or pullout?” “Oh hell no. I was going to ask you what you were drilling for, that if it was for oil you were in the wrong hole!” “Oh I see we have a comedian among us.” Brad replied as he resumed his hard fuck. His thrusting backed off slightly as he laid above Matt while supporting himself with his arms. He got as close to Matt's ear as he could without losing his momentum. “Feels Deep?” “Deeper than any other time tonight.” Matt replied softly. “What do you think about being on your belly?” “It’s all about cock in this position. I can’t feel anything else but your massive dick all inside of me. I feel your shaft…the rim of your cock head. It’s like it amplifies every aspect of your cock.” “That’s so hot! That’s the way I feel too! You don’t mind the rough fuck do you?” “It just make me feel like I’m coming apart.” “Like this?” Brad asked while turning back to pounding and grinding Matt's hole. “Yes.” Matt replied with a voice that you could hear the slam of Brad thrust in as it jarred Matt’s entire body.

Brad had worked himself into a light sweat that moistened his masculine frame. The room permeated with the smells of sex: the sweat…the lube…the moisture from cock and a clean ass. Not to say the pheromone’s that came off of the two men. All of this created an aphrodisiac that fueled to two of them to want more of each other. Brad finally slowed to almost a stop while standing up on his knees. He admired the ass that had just submitted to his dominance and while slowly thrusting began to rub Matt's ass cheeks. Matt raised his ass in response to the gentle touch. “I feel so used.” He whispered. “…and there’s still more to come.” “Oh fuck!” Matt responded.

As he slowly withdrew he parted Matt’s ass cheeks and admired the red wet hole. It was slick from being pumped with an abundant amount of his precum not to mention full of load. He leaned down a massaged the hole with the tip of his nose. The smell of sex was euphoric. He was compelled to lick the clean wet hole with his tongue. Matt moaned with pleasure. “Matt draw yourself up onto your knees.” He complied by raising his ass while keeping his head down on the pillow. Brad spread his ass wide and began to circle the tight hole with his moist tongue taking time to occasionally push the tip into the used hole as far as he could enter. Matt moaned loudly with pleasure and spoke softly while looking back over his shoulder: “I’m not sure where you learned that, but it is hot as hell.” “Call me creative.” Matt laid there with his eyes closed taking in the pleasure of Brad’s oral talents.

He was so absorbed in the pleasure that he wasn’t aware that Brad had coated his cock with an ample amount of lube until he felt the head of the massive tool pushing against his hole. “Brad, I’m not sure if I can handle him again.” “I think you can. I’ll take it easy for a little bit…deal?” Matt nodded and put his face in the pillow. He found himself biting into the pillow and his body shuddered as Brad made his entrance even though it was slow and smooth. Never had he felt such a combination of pain and pleasure. His hole ached from being stretched and his insides felt like an exposed nerve yet the feel of Brad made him feel complete from the desire for intimacy with him. Brad reading Matt’s body language pulled out and slathered his cock with lubed once again. In the process his cock engorged itself to the point again to where it ached. “This is for you.” He remarked as he bathed Matt’s hole with the lube as well. Parting his ass again he slid in slowly and stopped to give Matt a chance to get used to him again. He firmly placed his hands on Matt’s ass pulling him in to each pelvic thrust of his own rocking ass. The participation of both in motion caused Matt to rise up, supporting himself on all fours. He looked back over his shoulder to admire the man that had overtaken him once again. Brad honored his word and took it easy for a long time. Both men closed their eyes to enjoy the slow feeling of fucking and being fucked. The angle of Brad’s cock in this position slid against warm deep flesh that seemed to have not been touched before which was both a relief and pleasure for Matt. Brad halted and steadied Matt’s body as he began to thrust faster. Matt knew that the time of taking it easy had come to an end. Brad started to rock his ass again pulling his cock further to its full length and then back in deeper. He returned to the vigorous and hard fucking that Matt had felt sometime earlier. Each thrust inward had the determination of finding the deepest part of Matt’s insides. Brad was now pulling Matt’s ass into the hard thrusts “Fuck Brad...I feel him in my throat almost!” Brad slammed and grinded then pulled back and slammed again with a grind. “I want all the way in!” He said through clenched teeth. He fucked Matt senseless as if trying to find a forbidden treasure deep inside of him. He then unexpectedly pulled out with a command: “Get on your back!...Now!” As Matt was quickly rolling over Brad slid a pillow under his ass. “Spread wide!” As to know what was coming and what to do Matt not only spread his legs wide he pulled them up close to his shoulders. Without hesitation Brad plunged in and continued the hard thrusting fuck. He rode Matt with a heated fervor driving his cock in so hard at times that it was scooting Matt closer to the headboard. As to ensure that there would be nothing that would interfere with his ownership of Matt, he stopped for a moment just long enough to grab Matt by the waist and pull him down away from the headboard. Matt in quick response grabbed the pillow so as to follow his ass. Brad plunged back in as if not to miss a stroke. He placed his palms on the back of Matt's thighs to ensure full access to Matt's hole and to support himself while he poured all of his physical strength into every aspect of fucking. His balls slapped against the ass rhythmically as to keep perfect timing of each movement. Matt wondered in amazement how much stamina Brad had to keep up this momentum for what seemed forever.

Brad's eyes had a determined gaze of steel that pierced into Matt's and his body had a sheen of moisture as his speed and rhythm increased to hard pelvic thrusts. The bed rocked with a slight squeak. “I’m going to breed you.” He whispered. Without warning he plunged deep into Matt and stopped. He groaned deep through a closed mouth and then breathed back in through clenched teeth. Matt felt the massive load hit deep inside of him. Again…he plunged and stopped only this time with an opened mouth grunt followed by a groan, expelling air as if being having the wind knocked out of him and then only able to retrieve air through clenched teeth. Matt felt the hot seed make its mark again. As Brad plunged once again he stopped deep. Matt could feel him flex his cock so as to milk it for all its worth. Again he felt the cum bathe his insides. “I’m breeding you!” Were his only words he said as he resumed thrusting pausing and grinding often deep inside to make sure he was emptied. Spent, he leaned over and above Matt and kissed him deeply and passionately. His cock remained firm and stout as he resumed his slow love making while rocking his hips as the two men embraced and kissed. Much to Matt’s surprise Brad never lost his hard on even after empting himself deep inside. “Surely you don’t think we’re finished do you?” “I didn’t think so.” Matt said smiling and placing his hands on the gently rocking ass. “I just don’t know how you do it.” “Do what?” Brad asked curiously. “Fuck forever…shoot and then keep going?” “Gut determination I suppose and Balls that never empty.” “And a cock of steel.” Matt remarked while pulling Brad’s ass into him. The two entwined men continued to slowly and quietly make love until Brad recovered. “He’s got his second wind…feel it?” “He’s feeling so big again.” Matt responded. “He sure the hell is.” A big grin accompanied Brad's reply.

As Brad rolled off and onto his back he told Matt to roll onto his side. Matt started to lay on his side facing Brad: “Lay on your other side bud.” As he obliged he heard the lube bottle open up again. “You have got to be kidding me!” He exclaimed looking over his shoulder. “Oh shut the hell up!” Remarked Brad as he snapped the bottle shut. As he turned on his side too he reached down between Mat'ts knees and parted his legs. While spooning, it seemed his cock instinctively found Matt's hole. “Oh fuck?” Matt exclaimed. Brad started slowly thrusting the minute his cock slid in. He wrapped his arms around Matt, drew him closely and rested his chin on Matt’s neck near his ear. “Can you think of a better way to wind things down?” He questioned in a whisper. Matt responded over his shoulder: “It’s more than I ever fantasized about. Matter-a-fact I would have never thought that I would have ever had dick up my ass.” “You mean like this?” Brad got quiet and broke from a gentle rock to harder thrusts. Matt closed his eyes and laid his head against Brad's. “Hmmm…that feels so good.” “I love you Bud.” Was Brad’s soft reply. His breathing got heavier as his movements got deeper. “I’m going to breed you again.” Matt reached down and pulled his knees up close to let his cock in deeper. Brad plunged gently and held with a deep groan. Amazed, Matt felt the spurt of cum. Again he pulled back and gently plunged. He held as Matt flexed his hole as to embrace the shaft in order to milk the shaft and drain it. With a few more thrusts Matt lowered his leg and Brad lay motionless with his cock still in place. Matt felt the fullness began to diminish. He rolled over and faced Brad as his flaccid tool slide out of its claimed hole. “Thank you for giving yourself to me.” “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.” Brad reached over his back and got his watch off of the night stand. “Two hours and fifty minutes!” “What was two hours and fifty minutes?” Matt asked looking puzzled. “That’s how long I owned that hole. It’s a quirk of mine. I’ve always timed the sex. Started while we were in college.” “I remember. Replied Matt. I would have never thought that you kept it up though.” “Some habits are hard to break…especially fun ones.” He smiled. “That virgin hole took dick good. You ought to be proud. I’ve had cunt’s that started bitching for me to stop and pull out within twenty minutes. Even my ex rarely took more than an hour or so.” “Was I your first man ass?” “I tried a couple of times in my early teens with this one guy. Curiosity more than anything. He would always start bitching about my size and call the whole thing off so I never got it in. I found that pussy was easier to fuck.” “I can understand the size issue. It took all my will power to get past the pain at first. I felt like you were ripping me apart.” Matt replied as he reached down and wrapped his hand around Brad’s warm manhood. “I’ll have to say I was skeptical at first. Both at you taking it and second me getting it in. It won’t ever be a problem again in the future. You’ve learned how to take it and I’ve learned how to give it.” “You’re already aware that it wasn’t just a physical thing didn’t you.” Matt questioned pensively. “Very well aware. That’s what made this and the whole issue different and special. What took place here tonight Matt was our way of relating and communicating to each other at a whole different level. We’re not the same two men we were three hours ago. You’ll see.” Brad raised himself over Matt and kissed him slowly and deeply. “You’ll see as a new day begins tomorrow.” He rolled back on his back fluffed his pillow under his neck and head, stretched out his right arm. “Here bud, come lay next to me. As Matt slid near Brad he placed his neck in the crook of his arm. Brad drew him close and tight. Both dozed off…one with balls that were drained, one with an ass that was sore and both that were totally spent.

--THE APEX-- “Matt roll over.” Responding from a dead sleep he did as he was told to do to only find himself laying on his stomach. Although groggy he could still distinguish the sound of the cap being opened on the lube bottle. He looked over his shoulder. Sure enough, there was Brad on his knees lubing his stout nine inches. Man Brad, I’m so sore…inside and out.” “You just lay there and relax. You agreed that there was going to be little sleep tonight. Remember, I told you this afternoon that I was going to own that ass.” “True to your word.” Matt said with a slight grin. “This will be our special night cap. It’s only two thirty and I’ll make it feel good.” Matt spread his legs wide as Brad moved between them. To make sure it was a smooth entrance he poured lube into his hand and bathed his cock. To his own surprise Matt found himself raising his ass in invitation for Brad to enter him. Brad parted his ass cheeks and as before massaged the warm hole with his thumbs. He felt the hole tighten. “Relax. It’s ok.” As he pressed the massive head against the hole Matt raised up on his elbows and his ass cheeks tightened around the cock. “Oh my fucking hole! “ “Lie back down and relax.” I’ll be in full and deep before you know it. “But Brad…” Before he could finish what he was saying Brad pushed himself in all the way to the base of his long hard tool and stopped. Matt bit into his pillow as he embedded his face in it. The pain was almost overbearing. “Stay with me bud.” While deep inside he started to rub Matt's ass until he felt him start to relax.

As Matt began to relax Brad stretched out his body over his and supported himself while keeping his dick firmly entrenched. Matt raised his chest up and Brad wrapped his arms around his chest in a hug. The feel of Brad's fevered body against his made it easier for him to relax in his embrace and relax deep inside around the cock that filled him. Brad kissed him on the neck behind his ear while slightly rocking his ass with short slow strokes. After the kiss he started talking in a whisper as he slid in and out slowly: “Thank you Bud for letting me have my way with you. It’s felt good to be with you and in you. Tonight I’m giving all that I have to you in hopes that this will be a new beginning. For this moment let me just show you.” As he continued the gentle thrusts Matt spoke: “I made my decision the first day we were here. I came to terms with my feelings towards you. To be the closet of friends was no longer close enough. I wanted to feel you close. I wanted you to feel me close. I wanted to know you completely. The only way I felt that could happen was to give of myself completely to you. That meant physically too.” Matt spread his legs wider and raised his ass towards Brad’s action. “I’m all that I have left to give.” Brad understood. He released his embrace, raised himself up on his arms and quickly started rocking his pelvis sliding his cock’s full length. Matt learned how to move his ass in order to get Brad as deep inside him as possible. That movement turned into a rhythm that caused deep moans of contentment to come from both in unison. “Right there Matt…You feel that?” “Uh huh…don’t stop. I can feel the rim of you cock right there with each thrust.” “It feels so fucking good!” Brad said as he continued working on that one deep spot that brought both mutual pleasures.

As Brad pulled out and stood on his knees he took a moment to reapply an ample amount of lube again. “I want you on your back.” Anticipating what Brad needed and wanted, he rolled over, placed the pillow under his ass, opened his legs wide and drew his knees up towards himself. Brad found this response of willingness and compliance extremely hot which pumped up his already hard tool to the point that it ached again and was hard as granite. “Easy at first is all I ask.” “You have my word. Look at me Matt. I have a response to what you told me a while ago. It’s time for me to give of myself…all of who I am to you too. I’m going to breed you again in a little while. This load is going to be a commitment from me to you that from now on my seed will be only for you. Each time I breed you let it be a reminder that it is my ultimate way of giving all of me to you. Do you understand?” “I do.!” With Matt’s response Brad leaned over and embraced him accompanied with deep passionate kissing. To Matt's surprise Brad turned himself around and captured Matt's throbbing cock deep inside his wet mouth and taunted the shiny head with the tip of his tongue. Matt too found himself face to face with the very instrument of flesh that had driven him to the ecstasy that he had never experienced before. He was unable to resist licking Brad’s balls and then the full long shaft several times before consuming the hard man flesh. The two men seemed as if they were trying to redefine the classic 69 position as they worked on each other. While Matt had no chance of causing Brad to unload his load, Brad on the other hand was pushing and edging Matt to the brink with the artful use of his tongue, lips and mouth. He found Matt's “G” spot under the rim of his cockhead and was working it over relentlessly. Matt began to writhe uncontrollably. He had to break away from his own play to catch his breath. “Brad you’re going to make me cum!” He started rocking and bucking his ass towards Brad’s movements in order to seek relief. “Brad don’t stop!...Don’t stop man!” Brad was taunting and tormenting with the constant edging. He’d use the large amount of precum to massage deep under Matt's throbbing rim to the point that Matt felt incoherent. “Brad you have got to let me shoot…please!” He took in Matt's pulsing cock and started sucking and tonguing nonstop. Matt was now thrusting into Brad’s oral movement. He expelled the air in his lungs with an outburst. His hands clenched the sheets. He spread his legs as wide as possible. “Don’t Stop!” He begged while trying to catch his breath. Brad drank as Matt’s seed shot and spurted for his balls through his shaft. He bucked again and then shuddered. “Just a little more!” Brad continued his attention to Matt as he massaged his balls and as he drew down on the shaft once more to empty it completely. “Oh fuck Brad! I’m spent!” Brad slid around, placed himself between Matt’s legs and stood up on his knees. “Surprise you?” he said smiling while pouring lube on his rigid shaft. “Yeah you did. I wouldn’t have thought you to swallow, it was hot as hell and that was some awesome head!” “The swallow thing was for you…remember that! I’m not so sure that’s my thing.” He grinned with a big grin as he slid his hand over his shaft.

Keeping his word Brad slid into Matt’s hole smoothly and carefully. His hole tightened as he winced a little. “Damn you have me so sensitive. I don’t think it’ll ever be the same.” “I hope not.” Brad smiled. Despite the discomfort, Matt reached down, placed his hands on Brad’s ass and pulled him into himself. “You don’t need to start slow if you don’t want to. I’m ready. Even with the slight pain you feel good while deep inside.” “Like it do ya?” “More than you know.” Brad placed his hands on Matt’s chest and massaged his nipples as he started rocking his ass. He slid smoothly with long slick strokes. They kissed and talked for a long time as Brad slowly fucked while admiring each other and complimenting each other on their performance. Finally Brad rose up and leaned back while keeping his cock inside of Matt. “Can you look in my eyes and tell me what I want?” Matt spread his legs wide and pulled his knees as close to his shoulders as he could get. “Damn good guess!” “You have that look in your eyes that you want to tear this ass up.” “Damn right!” with that exclamation he placed his hands on the back of Matt’s thighs again to support himself and tore into his ass with all of his might. He slammed with a deep grind with each penetrating thrust. He embedded his cock so deep that it jarred Matt, inching him closer and closer to the headboard. With a sudden stop he looked down at his cock as it lay planted deep inside. Keeping his eyes locked on his cock and Matt’s hole he started fucking while moving his pelvis only. The look of fuck put a surge in his cock that made him look and feel as thick as before. As he pumped the ass he could see the shiny precum and load follow his shaft as he slid in and out. The sounds of the wet cock and wet hole spoke of the intense pleasures that were consuming both men and the sounds of his balls spanking Matt’s ass seemed to be amplified for both adding to the sensual feel for the two. Their sense of smell also seemed to have been heightened to the smell of sex that infiltrated the air and their senses. Brad's breathing was heavy and deep but not labored as if this was all a part of his daily workout. Matt took all this in and responded with deep moans of want and pleasure. The masterful work of the blunt cock head on his prostate seemed to keep him on the constant state of being edged with no relief of another massive orgasm. His own precum flowed in abundance again as if that was the only relief and response it had from such deep penetrating stimulation. He removed his hands from his legs and slid them down past the rocking hips and lightly placed them on Brad’s tight thrusting ass. He could feel the muscles as they flexed at the mans will to provide power to his cocks destination. His actions invigorated Brad’s motives to consume the man beneath him. “Breed me deep. Take ownership and breed me and fill me deep!” Matt’s request had a hint of a command behind it. Without a word Brad clenched his jaws as he fixed his eyes on Matt’s with a deep piercing stare. He spread the legs as wide a possible as if to split Matt into and with every bit of strength and movement that was within him overtook Matt. With rhythmic speed he made sure that the entire length of him made its travels from the entrance to the deepest parts he could physically go. The huge bed moved furiously and dared not to make sounds of creaking and squeaking as if to tell the entire suite of the heated passion that was about to erupt. Suddenly Brad tore in deep and halted. Matt felt the hot sting deep inside of nature’s lube of semen and sperm as it flooded inside him. Brad threw back his head as he bared and clenched his teeth and sucked air through them as to regain enough air to continue the delivering assault. Matt cupped and pulled on the plunging ass and guided it to make sure of its mark once again. Brad plunged…Matt pulled. The intensity of the sounds from both men had subtle undertones of a violent brawl as the sexual life was drained from one and absorbed by the other. Both bodies were tense and red. Brad wrenched deep inside his body to squeeze out every drop of his seed as possible while Matt, with all his strength, clamped his ass around the forceful cock like a vice so he too could squeeze out every drop of Brad's essence as possible. Brad ceased all motion while supporting himself over Matt. He stayed motionless except for the flexing of his cock in order to drain it completely. Finally, as if the life had been drained from him, he collapsed and rolled off to Matt’s side while Matt slowly slid his legs flat against the wet sheets.

The two lay there speechless for a long time until the pounding of their hearts and their intense breathing returned to some semblance of normal. Their body’s glistening with the sheen of moisture. “I’m so totally fucking spent! I have to honestly say that I have never unloaded that much in one night of fucking…ever!” Exclaimed Brad in a quiet voice. “I felt it every time you unloaded. You shot hard each time…amazing! It explains the size of your balls.” Matt replied. “How long this time? I remember somewhere around Two Thirty you were rambling on about some night cap.” He uttered with a hint of humor. “You really want to know?” “Uhmm Humm!” “It’s Four Forty!” “You have got to be kidding me?” Matt exclaimed. “Wanna fuck?” Brad Chuckled. “Only one thing I can say to that is…Go fuck yourself.” Both gave a soft worn out laugh to Matt’s response.

“Seriously, I wouldn’t take anything for tonight and I mean that. Thank you for giving your all to me.” Matt continued. “Liked I said, things are going to be different starting tomorrow.” Brad replied. “Others may not see it but things will be and seem different. My thoughts are that we just take each day at a time and see where things go from here. Like for you, tonight is priceless and I think the beginning of something very good for you and I. Now come scoot over this way and get close. I promise I’ll keep my dick to myself for the rest of the night.” Matt slide over towards him and turned his face to Brad's. “I’m holding you to your word. Remember the name ‘John Bobbitt’ if you get any ideas.” Brad leaned over Matt after they had a good chuckle. “No more tonight I promise. I want to keep mine, besides tomorrow is a new day!” He kissed Matt with a deep, long, hard kiss. “Night buddy.” Both reached over and turned out the lights and melded themselves together as the deeply slept.