Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2019 19:00:23 -0500
From: Elliott Patterson <elliottpatterson02@gmail.com>
Subject: Thanks, Buddy chapter 2

This is a fictional story about the musical act The Chainsmokers and does
not intend to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities
mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.

Sexual activity, including kink, between consenting adults is depicted. If
you are underage or it is otherwise illegal to read this story where you
live, please stop reading now.

This story is the sole work of the author and should not be copied or
posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. Comments
are highly appreciated, and can be emailed to elliottpatterson02@gmail.com.


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CHAPTER 2: Miami

Drew had blacked out.

One moment, he'd been fucking Lexi's tight perfect pussy. Then Alex
absolutely painted her face and some of his cum fell into Drew's
mouth. Then Alex slipped his cum-covered cockhead past Drew's lips.

And he liked it so much he came as hard as he'd ever came.

Blacking out in the process.

But then he came to and found himself still with a mouth full of dick.

Alex's dick.

*Alex's* dick.

And not only was Alex's dick in his mouth, he was sucking on it lightly,
tasting the last drops of cum from that giant load.

'Why am I sucking Alex's dick?' Drew thought. 'And...why...why do I like
it?'

He glanced up and saw a look he couldn't quite place on his bandmate's
face. There was something behind that smile -- it was more than fucked out,
or drained, or even satisfied. Alex looked...

Triumphant.

"Thanks, buddy," he said as he slowly withdrew from Drew's mouth. He
dismounted the bed and padded to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Lexi had slumped over on top of Drew, panting. Drew's own dick, still
mostly hard, remained inside her. After a few moments of resting her head
on his chest, giving his left nipple an occasional kiss or suckle, she
looked up and smiled. She was still covered in Alex's load, but when she
went in for a kiss Drew didn't hesitate.

"Looks like you guys are ready for round 2!"

They both looked up to see Alex returning from the bathroom, a wicked grin
on his face, his huge boner leading the way.

Drew and Lexi looked from Alex to each other and shared a smile.

It was gonna be a long night.


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Now, in Hong Kong. Drew had been working Alex's feet with his mouth for a
good 20 minutes. When Alex had ordered him to take off his socks, the
pungent smell of sweaty feet filled the room. Now, that smell covered
Drew's face. At Alex's direction, his tongue explored every crevice of his
toes, sucking each of them like a little dick, sometimes taking all 5 toes
in his mouth, stretching it wide. He knew Alex loved the look of his foot
stretching Drew's face, drool dripping down his chin. Smile, buddy.

Sometimes Alex wouldn't let Drew so much as touch himself. Tonight,
however, he had ordered Drew to strip naked and keep himself hard until he
allowed the younger man to cum. Which likely wouldn't be for a long ass
time. Drew stroked his 7.5 inch tool very lightly, trying not to get too
far along. He knew the punishment for cumming without permission would be
much worse than keeping himself on edge.

Alex's pants had come off at some point, and he was playing with himself
under his boxer briefs. Even with his head covered in Alex's feet, Drew
could see the monster inside growing. He had to slow down his own stroking
to keep from popping off at the sight of it. But even not touching his
dick, he felt a surge in it when he heard Alex's deep voice.

"All right, buddy," he said. "I think you've had enough fun with my feet
for now. They're lubed as fuck in Drew spit, haha!"

Drew withdrew his mouth from Alex's toes and stared up at him, awaiting his
next order.

Alex chuckled, reaching down and ruffling Drew's hair. "Such an obedient
boy. Now work your way up to my nuts."

Drew began to kiss his way up Alex's hairy left leg. When he nearly reached
the top, he started back over at his right foot, repeating the process as
he knew Alex would want. When he reached the leg of his boxer briefs, he
started to push his face up inside, trying to get his tongue to Alex's
balls, but before he could he felt himself yanked up by his hair.

"Open up," Alex barked.

Drew opened his mouth. Alex leaned in and hocked up a big loogie. He spit
it straight into Drew's mouth, coating his tongue and the back of his
throat. Drew could taste beer in the spit and smell it on his breath. Alex
stared into Drew's eyes, waiting.

Drew swallowed.

"What do you say?" Alex asked.

"Thanks, buddy," Drew replied.

Alex smiled and ruffled his hair again. "You know, I think we should amp
this up a bit. You seem tame tonight. What do you think?"

"What do you have in mind?" Drew asked, as if he would say no to anything.

"Well, you're gonna be spending a good long time worshipping my cock, my
balls, my ass, and whatever else I want. So let's get you going a little
first."

Alex handed Drew the small brown bottle.

"10 second hit of poppers under each nostril. To start."


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Starting out, trying to make it, the Chainsmokers sometimes had to share a
hotel room. They were getting bigger, but they weren't yet at the point
where it was private jets and presidential suites for everyone. To save
money, so they could pour it into their music and their tour, they flew
coach. And ate McDonald's. And when they had to, they bunked together.

Miami Beach is pricey no matter how rich you are, so it was no surprise to
Drew when Alpert told him they be doubling up for Ultra. They had a couple
of days before the show to relax. Drew was a little disappointed he'd have
no privacy, but he'd try to make do.

Sometimes he would share with Rory and Alex with Olav, but the rest of the
entourage wasn't arriving until tomorrow, so tonight it was him and Alex in
a room together in the SLS South Beach, a small suite with separate living
and sleeping areas. Drew was glad for the space, as rooming with Alex, a
slob if ever there was one, could be trying on even the most patient
friend.

It had been a couple of months since the threesome with Lexi. Alex had
certainly mentioned it a few times in the course of his usual endless sex
talk, but he never brought up their special...interaction. Drew was glad
for that. It wasn't that he was ashamed or anything -- to each his own, he
always said -- but he was definitely still processing the feelings it had
stirred up in him. And to complicate matters further, when the image of
Alex's dick reared itself in his mind during Drew's own solo sessions , he
couldn't help but bring himself off to the thought of it.

The feeling of that spongy cockhead.

The salty taste of his cum.

Their first night in Miami, Alex went out with some old friends, but Drew
opted to lay low, fully beat from traveling. He didn't know when his
bandmate got in, but when he woke up around 9, he looked over and saw a
passed out Alex in the other bed, hair disheveled and a little drool
falling from his mouth onto the pillow.

Drew threw on some gym shorts went into the living room to work on some
effects for a track he was producing. He had some new mics and a software
package that could manipulate vocals kinda like Diplo and Skrillex did with
Bieber's voice on "Where Are Ü Now". He played around with it for an
hour or so, videoing himself so he didn't have to make notes on the
different versions until later. He was in the zone. Eventually, however, he
looked up and noticed movement behind him in the iPhone: a naked,
freshly-showered Alex doing a joking striptease with just a towel.

"Dude, what the fuck." Drew had been feeling a flow with the work, and this
interruption brought him completely out of it.

"You love it!" Alex laughed and smacked his own ass as he threw the towel
at Drew, padding naked to flop facedown, ass up on the couch. Drew rolled
his eyes and tossed the wet towel on the floor before going back to his
laptop.

"We got any weed?" Alex asked lazily. "I'm so fucking hungover."

"Yeah, there's a few joints in my dopp kit."

"Grab one."

"Fuck you. Get it yourself."

"C'mon Drew, I can barely move. Please???"

Drew looked up and saw Alex had rolled over, splayed out on the couch, one
leg over the back. His thick soft dick rested lustily across his
thigh. Drew tried not to look, he swore he did, but he couldn't help
it. Being naked around each other was no big thing -- close quarters on the
road, you got used to it -- but now, after what had happened with Lexi,
something was different.

"Fine," Drew sighed. "You lazy motherfucker."

Drew went into the bathroom, still steamy from Alex's shower, and found the
plastic pill bottle packed discreetly with joints. He grabbed the goods and
a lighter and returned to the living room. Settling into an armchair, he
lit up the joint and took a nice long hit. The life of a traveling DJ was
fun but tiresome -- both boys enjoyed a wake `n' bake as often as they
could to take the edge off the constant travel and partying. Drew handed it
to Alex, and laid back in the chair to enjoy the oncoming high.

For a while, they passed the joint back and forth. The doors to the small
balcony were open and a pleasant breeze came in off the beach. Drew checked
his texts and his Insta, noting with pleasure that his most recent pic is
already over 10,000 likes. After a while, he set down his phone and put his
feet up on the coffee table, staring at the ceiling, letting himself fall
into the high.

Alex giggled, breaking Drew from his reverie. Drew looked over to see him
watching some video on his phone. But that's not what caught his eye.

Alex was stroking his dick.

Sure, they talk about sex all the time. And yeah, they shared a girl
once. And everything that entailed. But horndog that he is, Alex had never
just openly jacked it in front of him.

And Drew can't take his eyes off it.

From where he was sitting, Drew could see down Alex's body but Alex
couldn't see him. He couldn't help himself: he took the opportunity to
examine Alex's body undisturbed. He'd never really *looked* at him like
this, so intimately. Maybe it's the weed. (It's gotta be the weed, right?)
He's transfixed. The light dusting of hair on his pecs around those big
nips, the lean abs -- defined, for sure, but not a 6-pack -- leading to a
trim bush of brown pubes surrounded that donkey dick.

'Fuck,' Drew thought. 'Am I perving on Alex's body?'

Alex stroked himself lightly, more playing than jerking off. He wasn't
fully hard, more like floppy and meaty in that semi-hard way that only guys
with really big dicks can get. Drew watched as his hand went up and down
his shaft, pausing sometimes to give a few extra tugs to the ridge of his
mushroom head, or swirl a little precum around the tip. Drew found himself
licking his lips.

"Enjoying the show?"

Drew looked up and saw, in the reflection of the balcony door, Alex's face
sporting a huge grin.

*Shit.*

"It's okay, lil buddy, I know it's interesting to watch a bigger man in
action." Alex chuckled. "And by the looks of it, you're enjoying watching
me beat my meat."

Drew looked down to see his own dick tenting his shorts obscenely. When had
that happened? Fuck, this weed was strong.

"Man, no it's not wh--"

"Yeah it is." Alex swiveled on the couch to face Drew. He grabbed his dick
in one hand and began smacking it heavily against his other palm. "You were
getting hard watching me jerk my big. Fat. Dick."

They stared at each other. Drew gulped, unsure what to do, but Alex smiled
brightly.

"Take yours out, Drew. It's only fair"

He wasn't sure why he followed his directions, but Drew found himself
pulling the waistband of his shorts under his balls, his own rock hard dick
slapping against his hard abs. Instinctively, he began to pull on it. Alex
smiled wider.

"You got a nice piece too, bro," Alex said, regarding Drew's dick. "It's
not as big as mine but I'm sure that thing's choked a few girls." He
winked.

"Yeah," Drew's voice cracked. "It gets the job done."

"Stand up," Alex said as he himself rose off the couch.

Drew stood and Alex reached a hand to his waist and pulled him in
close. Alex lined up their dicks next to each other, poking Drew in the
groin with his. Drew's tip was still a good two inches from Alex's hip.

From this angle, their difference in size couldn't be more apparent. Alex's
cock was bigger in every dimension: length, girth, everything. Yet for some
reason it didn't make Drew feel inferior. Maybe it was the weed talking,
but for some reason he was happy for his buddy to be so well-endowed.

"Our balls are about the same size," Drew said, giggling.

"That's true. Ball twins!" Alex agreed, and suddenly they were both
cracking up.

"I have an idea. Don't move." Alex ran off like a flash into the
bedroom. Drew heard some rustling and then Alex came running back into the
room, hard dick wagging, with a small tape measure in his hand.

"Why do you even have that?" Drew asked, still cracking up.

Alex shrugged. "Hold you dick out," he said.

Drew held his dick at a 90 degree angle, and Alex stepped up, holding his
the same way, until they were tip to tip. A small glistening of precum
rubbed off from Alex's head onto Drew's.

"Take this." Alex handed Drew the end of the tape measure. He knew
instinctively what to do, pulling it to the base of his cock. Alex pulled
the rest along their dicks, curling it at the end to get a measurement.

"17 and...a third, I'd say!" He chuckled, triumphantly. "So you're about 7
and half. I know I'm just under 10. We should put that on the
website. Almost a foot and a half of dick between us."

"Alpert would kill us!" Drew said.

"Exactly." Alex winked back at him.

Drew laughed, shaking his head. "I'm down if it's the combined length."

"Of course, bro," Alex giggles, wagging his dick, smacking Drew's with it.

A current of electricity passed through the air as both boys realized
they're jerking off in front of each other. Drew hasn't really taken his
eyes off Alex's cock the whole time. Their dicks were still touching. This
was new territory.

"You know what I was thinking about?" Alex asked as he stroked.

"Huh?" Drew was barely paying attention, eyes transfixed.

"How hot it felt when we were both inside Lexi."

Drew looked up. Alex was biting his lip and pinching a nipple as he jerked
his cock, which has become wet with precum. Drew couldn't be more turned on
-- the combination of weed and the heat of their bodies in the Miami midday
had him boned as fuck. He matched Alex stroke for stroke.

"Was that your fave part of that night bud?" Alex continued.

"Yeah," Drew said, his voice catching. "It felt so good. So tight."

"Yeah, you liked feeling my big cock against yours in that wet pussy?"

"Fuck yeah, bro."

"So hot," Alex whispered. "But that wasn't my favorite part."

Drew looked up again to see Alex staring deeply into his eyes. He felt a
hand on his shoulder, pushing down lightly but insistently, and found
himself crouching to his knees. Suddenly, he was face to face with Alex's
big, beefy dick. His hand on the back of Drew's head, pulling him lightly
forward. But the force isn't necessary.

As Drew looked up, he saw Alex grinning. Alex gave a little nod.

"Open up," he said as his dick pushed past Drew's lips into his mouth.

Now, at this point it should be noted that Drew *has* had a dick in his
mouth before, once. He was in a frat at Syracuse, after all. Hazing still
happens behind closed doors. But Pledgemaster Sully's dick wasn't hard, it
was really small and slimy, Drew hated it, and it only lasted a couple
seconds.

This was completely different. And despite himself, Drew realized that he
liked it.

A lot.

Alex's dick was rock hard, and somehow seemed even bigger than usual as he
pushed it toward the back of Drew's mouth.

"Cover your teeth," Alex said.

Drew looked up and saw his buddy towering over him, a look of pure lust in
his eyes. There was something so manly about Alex in that moment, the 5
days of stubble on his face, the light dusting of hair on his chest trimmed
to a social media-acceptable length. He smelled good, like some heady
combination of shower gel, sweat, and yesterday's tequila. Drew breathed it
in through his nose, wrapped his lips over his teeth, and began bobbing as
well as he could on the first few inches of Alex's massive meat.

A dick that big would be difficult for even the most experienced
cocksucker, and Alex must have known that, because he was patient in a way
that Drew found almost endearing. He wasn't pushing Drew at all, in fact he
was fully letting Drew take the lead. His hand rested in Drew's hair,
mussing it affectionately.

Drew had of course been blown many times in his life, and as a natural
go-getter his stoned mind thought, `what do I like when a girl is sucking
my dick?' Then he put that thought into action.

He bobbed up and down on Alex's cock, barely getting past the giant
head. He sucked like a vacuum on each upstroke, pulling at Alex's dick and
taking special care to lick the underside of his glans as his tongue slid
past it with each stroke. Every time he bobbed his head downward onto Alex,
Drew pushed a little further, a half an inch this time, another the next,
as he impaled himself further down on the object of his efforts. Still, it
seemed impossible how much of Alex's length was left to go.

Alex let out a low moan of pleasure. Drew glanced up and saw his friend
staring down at him, mouth agape. They made eye contact and Alex grinned.

"Feels so fuckin' good, Drew."

Drew felt his own dick stiffen a bit more in his hand. He hadn't even
realized he was stroking himself, but when he fingered the end of his
piece, it seems like a metric fuckton of precum was leaking down onto his
gym shorts, still pulled just under his balls.

Alex reached down for Drew's other hand and brought it to his nuts. Drew
instinctively pulled on those big orbs, fondling them and weighing them in
his hand. He felt how they were simultaneously strong and delicate -- the
source of Alex's manhood. He took a break from sucking to lick those
precious orbs, first one, then the other, then both, continuing to stroke
Alex's giant shaft, or at least the end of it, as he licked.

As Drew licked his nuts, Alex moaned in appreciation. He still had one hand
in Drew's hair, and encouraged his face right into his crotch so he could
get both balls in his mouth. Later, it would occur to Drew that he'd let
his best bud teabag him. His nose was pressed right into Alex's groin and
the smell was pure sex. It triggered something in Drew's brain and he
started sucking those big balls with abandon.

Suddenly, Alex pulled away. Drew found himself panting as he gazed up.

The grin was gone from Alex's face, replaced by a look of hunger and lust
he'd only seen when they were fucking Lexi together. Alex grabbed his dick
at the base and aimed it for Drew's mouth. Drew barely had time to react
before Alex plunged his dick as deep as he could into Drew's mouth. Or, to
be more accurate, into Drew's throat.

And at that moment, both boys learned something.

Drew doesn't have a gag reflex.

None at all.

Alex's dick had disappeared, and Drew's nose was in his pubes.

This is the moment everything *really* changed.

For his part, Alex had just been fucking with Drew for months. He'd wanted
his buddy to get on his knees and suck his dick, sure, but not because he
thought it would be a good blowjob. Really, he wanted a leg up on the
younger man. To most people, Drew was better looking than him, he could
admit that, and he had an easier way with girls. They practically threw
themselves at the floppy-haired prick. He was more personable and less
awkward in interviews. And he could sort of sing. As Drew increasingly
became the face of the Chainsmokers, Alex had felt a kernel of resentment
growing, and a small voice, a voice he certainly wasn't proud of but
couldn't ignore, began to demand some way to even the playing field.

Alex had always known he had at least one thing going for him that most
people, Drew included, didn't: the big ol' pipe in his pants. And when he
went to beat off in the studio bathroom that night so long ago, he'd only
meant to drop a load. He had no idea he'd be putting on a show for his
bandmate. Or that he'd learn the power his dick had over the younger man.

After he blasted the mirror with his spunk, Alex had zipped up and thought,
`well that's going to make things a little awkward.' But then he realized
he'd found a way in. He was always candid with his sexual exploits. Sure,
he embroidered and embellished for the boys, everyone does, but he started
to give Drew a special level of attention when it came to sex talk. They'd
always been open about practically everything -- they'd shared their
dreams, their fears, their pet peeves, their deepest insecurities over the
course of their collaboration-turned-best-friendship. They were bros;
that's why the Chainsmokers worked. All Alex did was take that opening and
draw it wider.

The thing with Lexi had really been a lark. Alex had known she'd be at the
party, and she had told him about her fantasy to get fucked by him and Drew
at the same time. That was all true. And sure, Alex may have subtly
encouraged Olav to get Drew to take a molly. But Alex was on it too, and as
he came up he felt a rush of love for his buddy. How fun would it be to tag
team a girl together! So he set a plan in motion.

And honestly, it was a super hot fuck. He'd had threesomes with other dudes
before -- hell, Alex went to NYU, he'd *been with* a few dudes before, not
a lot, they did tend to give better head -- but there was something special
about doing it with Drew. He had this puppy dog quality that Alex wanted to
both cherish and corrupt all at the same time. He felt like he was
directing his own porno. It was hot to watch this guy he thought of as his
little bro really give it to Lexi. *She* definitely liked it. And when she
told them she'd be up for DV -- fuuuuuck. Sticking his big dick in
alongside Drew's perfectly respectable piece was a real sexual high point
for Alex, and after he unloaded all over Lexi's face and saw that he'd
gotten Drew in the crossfire, his mouth just hanging open...well, Alex was
never one to turn down an opportunity when he saw it.

So today, when he caught Drew ogling his dick in the reflection of the
door, even though his head was pounding from the tequila, or maybe because
of it, Alex knew it was time to take things up a notch. He loved pushing
buttons and seeing what he could get away with. This would just be the next
step in their weirdly close friendship.

When Alex put his hand on Drew's shoulder and met basically no resistance,
he knew the game was up. What he didn't know was how much he'd like it. The
power he felt having his dick in Drew's mouth was next fucking level.

Seeing him on his knees like that -- fuck. Alex would never in his life
forget that view.

And the little dude wasn't a bad cocksucker! He wasn't taking much, but who
ever could? Given his size, Alex was used to half a blowjob at best. But
when Drew started really gaying out, taking both his nuts in his mouth and
shoving his face up in his junk, Alex couldn't help himself: he went on
autopilot and began treating Drew like the bitch that he was. He grabbed
his cock and aimed it squarely for the back of Drew's throat, with every
intention of making him gag hard.

And then: nothing.

Drew took it all.

The whole fucking thing.

Alex's dick was just...gone. And Drew's nose was pressed up against his
trimmed pubes.

No one, *no one*, had ever done that before. Alex was shocked. Every since
he was 13 and convinced Becca Shaw to blow him, Alex had known he'd never
get the deep-throat head he saw in porn and lusted after. Not the sluttiest
groupies, or the theater dudes at Tisch. Not Lexi and her magic mouth. Not
even that Russian hooker he'd met coming out of the bathroom at 1OAK who
surprised him with one in the stink. None of them had been able to take his
cock to the root.

But *Drew*, of all people, could?

Meanwhile, the newly christened deep-throater was just as surprised as
anybody. Until this very moment, it had never occurred to Drew to try to
deep-throat anything. Yet here he was, his nose mashed up against Alex's
groin, unable to see above the happy trail leading to his belly button.

The sensation of having Alex's dick halfway down his throat was
interesting, if not altogether pleasant. It was certainly stretching him
open, but it had also slid in with relative ease. The assault on his throat
was more surprising than anything else.

He began to withdraw Alex's cock from his throat. As it slithered out,
dripping with throat slime, Drew glanced up and caught Alex's eye. His jaw
was on the floor. The look on his face was one of awe.

For a moment, they stared at each other, panting.

"Dude," Alex said. "Holy shit. You took the whole thing."

The delight in his voice made Drew smile, although the whole situation was
so weird he wasn't exactly sure what to think.

Something you should know about Drew is that he's naturally a people
pleaser. He wants everyone to have fun and be happy. It's the reason he's
such a good presence on stage. And this tendency lent itself equally to
more intimate encounters. At Syracuse, he developed a reputation among
certain sororities for munching *excellent* box. Rarely a week of college
went by that Drew couldn't be found with his head between the legs of at
least one happily writhing co-ed. So when he saw how much Alex liked that
he could take his him whole, he felt a similar sense of pride and
accomplishment.

But there was more to it than that. Pleasing a girl was fun, but this was
hot in a different way. Something about how Alex had just gone for it,
stuck it in, fuck the consequences, really turned Drew's crank. It was a
huge turn-on being controlled, having his body used for someone else's
pleasure, being subordinate. Truly successful people, like Drew was quickly
becoming, often develop a desire for some sort of surrender, since the rest
of their lives require such a force of will. To give over to someone else's
will was a release, freedom.

"I wanna try it again," Alex said.

Without hesitation Drew's lips parted and once again Alex plunged into his
throat with the same ease. This time, he had both hands on the back of
Drew's head, pulling him into his crotch. He held him there for a few
seconds, and as Drew started to pull back, held further still. Drew's eyes
bugged out, panicking, and he put his hand on Alex's hips, trying to push
him away.

"Calm down. Breathe through your nose."

Alex took a stern tone and kept a firm grip on the back of the younger
man's head, his fingers entwined in Drew's hair. As he sucked oxygen
through his nose, Drew realized he had nothing to be afraid of. He could
breathe just fine, considering the position he was in.

Neither man moved for a long moment. Drew could feel Alex's cock somehow
harden even further in his throat. If he could have seen anything but
Alex's waistline, he would have found his buddy's eyes closed, mouth agape,
his head thrown back in pleasure.

Alex pulled out slightly, until only the tip of his big spongy mushroom
head remained in Drew's mouth, the rest of it stretching his lips. Then he
pushed back in and began a slow, earnest facefuck.

In all the way, out almost all the way. Over and over, at a deliberate
pace. Drew tried to keep up, but breathing and keeping his teeth from
scraping Alex's cock were about the only tasks he could handle during this
assault on his throat. All the while, a stream of appreciation issued from
Alex's mouth.

"Oh fuck, buddy, that feels amazing. You have no idea!"

In, out, in, out. A trail of spittle formed over the five o'clock shadow on
Drew's square chin.

"Ahhhh I'm deep dickin' your face. I can't believe this shit."

The rutting began to increase in speed as Alex's libido outpaced his
amazement.

"Fuck yeah bro, take that dick!"

Drew removed a hand from Alex's hip and began to fist his own rock hard
cock. The drool and throat slime dripping from his mouth made excellent
lube. Drew's hand stroked up and down his wet rod with no resistance.

"Yeah bitch, jerk your little dick while you take daddy's cock!"

Alex held Drew's head still as he fucked in and out of his throat. Drew
felt each thrust deep in his throat and tried to catch a little extra
breath on the way out each time. His dick felt like it was gonna explode,
he was so close to the edge.

"Fuck [thrust] fuck [thrust] fuck [thrust]. I'm gonna nut. I'm gonna
nut. Here it comes!"

Before Drew could react, Alex's grip on his head tightened and he slid as
far as he possibly could into Drew's throat.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then, with a deep guttural groan, Alex unloaded deep inside Drew.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

In his throat, Drew could feel pulse after pulse erupting from Alex's dick
as he deposited his load directly into his stomach.

Finally, Alex loosened his grip on Drew's skull, pulled his dick from
Drew's mouth, and fell back on the couch, panting.

Drew was also out of breath. For a moment, they regarded one another, each
taking in deep gulps of air but for very different reasons.

Then Alex glanced down, and started giggling.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Drew didn't know what he'd expected to happen, but
it sure wasn't to be laughed at.

"Look at you!" Alex said when he recovered. "You came buckets!"

Drew looked down at his own dick, which apparently hadn't been as neglected
as one might think. It was bright red, still almost fully hard, and his
entire crotch, from his happy trail on down to his balls, was covered in a
thick layer of his own jizz.

"Second time you've busted with my dick in your mouth!"


'Damn,' Drew thought. 'I dunno if I've ever cum that much.'


And while getting skull-fucked by Alex.


*Shit.*


TO BE CONTINUED


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Thanks again for reading. I'm planning at least a few more chapters, and
it's only gonna get dirtier from here. If you enjoyed the story, have
feedback, or have ideas for future chapters, I'd love to hear from you:
elliottpatterson02@gmail.com