Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2022 17:24:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: After Game Night -- Part 5 (Gay -- Adult Friends)

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe
"inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and
I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details
have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send
feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com***


After Game Night  --  Part 5


It may go without saying that that Saturday sex-a-thon with Nick put me
in a good mood. A *mighty* good mood.

Despite some residual soreness, I had a spring in my step and a swagger
in my smile. Hell, I was ridiculously flirty with my wife--despite her
having no idea about the cause--enough that I ended up getting lucky
several times that week.

It wasn't just my wife who noticed the difference. The guys at work
caught my mood, correctly guessing I was getting some particularly good
action... although since I adamantly told them there was no side chick in
my life, they assumed the Mrs. was just feeling frisky. We got into some
rowdy banter, and I noted several were showing signs of jealousy, wishing
for a little extra spice in their lives, too. I wondered what they would
think if they knew I had been getting it on with a guy... or if they could
even fathom just how amazing it was to get it on with a guy. I egged them
on as we talked, secretly trying to probe what my work buddies'
fantasies involved, just in case Nick and I wanted to try something new.

For all that, the only ones who *didn't* notice a change in my demeanor
were the other Game Night guys. Nick and I were *ridiculously* scrupulous
in tamping down any hint of anything going on between us. And, in truth,
it helped that the crew had a long-standing, competitive history with
each other. Barely were we in the door when we started busting each
other's' chops. Gameplay was always harsh and unforgiving, and there
was no chance for Nick and me to make puppy dog eyes at each other.

Married guys' schedules being what they are, Nick and I couldn't really
find time for fun. It sucked, and was starting to build up a bit of
pressure. Jerking off, watching porn, and rogering my wife helped relieve
some of the pressure, but I was horned up for more. It didn't help that
Nick and I saw each other weekly at Game Night--teased by having each
other in reach, but not being able to act.

One stormy night we ended up in a particular ferocious battle at the game
table, with me playing kingmaker and essentially giving the victory to
another guy instead of Nick. Generally this wasn't a problem; we've all
been on both sides of that unhappy equation. But just to be sure we were
cool with things, I slid next to Nick as we both were walking to our cars
and gently probed his mood. "Sorry about that last bonus tile. You set
yourself up."

"Fucker," Nick replied, narrowing his eyes. "You know I'm gonna make
you pay."

"Huh. Well, I know *one* way I could make it up to you," I said with a
smirk. I grabbed his package, and started massaging. The air was heavy,
and not just due to the impending downpour.

Nick looked over his shoulder and gave a nervous laugh. "Buck, we
can't...."

"Don't drive off yet," I hissed hurriedly. He stood watching me for a
second as I got into my car and started the engine. I then rather
obviously pulled out my phone and started playing with it. Nick seemed to
catch my drift; he moved to his own car, and started theatrically
"looking for something" in his front seat. The other guys piled into
their cars, and ultimately drove off. After a few minutes I could see
Greg turn off his porch light, and soon the other house lights winked out
one by one. The rain was juuuust starting falling thickly.

I gave it a few more minutes and killed the engine. I waited a few more
minutes, and quietly slid out of my car, trying not to in any way alert
Greg or his neighbors to my movements. Gently as I could, I got into the
passenger side of Nick's SUV.

Nick's eyes were intense, and darted around, scanning the dark street.
Fortunately, the nearest street light was some distance away, and we were
well into the shadows. "What the hell are you doing?" he whispered
nervously.

"I'm evening the score," I said impishly as my hand went again for his
crotch. He may have been nervous, but oh yeah was he rock hard.

"Dude! We... can't! I mean, we're in front of Greg's!"

"He's gone to bed. Besides, his house is on the other side of the
street. It's his neighbors you should be worrying about."

"No, seriously..." here he gasped, as I started massaging him in
earnest. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Oh man, don't do this. I fucking want it so
bad. But we... fuuuuuuuck!"

"I'll be quick," I responded. And as I expected, the rain started
falling heavily against the windshield. With the street darkened and the
rain falling, there was no way anyone would see what was going on. Still,
I'm no fool... best be fast.

I popped open his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Nick went from
half-heartedly trying to block me with his hand to stroking my wrist as I
went. He was panting, shallowly. I pulled his fly open, reached into his
underwear and pulled his shaft out.

"Holy shit, man!" I laughed, looking at my hand... which was now wet and
sticky with a massive load of precum. "My hand's covered with cock
snot! Don't try to tell me you're not ready for this!"

"Fucking DO IT!" Nick hissed, as he threw back his head.

Fuck yeah, I was gonna do it.

God-fucking-damn I loved his cock. I started jacking him slowly, the
slime of his precum making his dick slick and shiny. I leaned in, and got
a snout full of his masculine musk. Fuck yeah, he was horny and fucking
ready. I breathed him in hard as I went for his hairy balls, but was
frustrated by the lack of access. I hooked my fingers around the
waistband of his boxer briefs and jeans, and started to pull down. He
knew what was up and lifted up his ass so I was able to pull everything
down to his thighs. That tall, perfectly shaped cock was all mine.

I worked fast, part from the nervous excitement of blowing him right
there in Greg's neighborhood, partly because I fucking needed his cock.
I engulfed his cockhead and sucked hard, running my tongue all around in
hard, hungry circles.  The angle was awkward, but I positioned myself and
began mouth fucking him as hard as I could, short, hard dives up and down
his shaft as far as I could go. Fast and hard.

Nick breathed out sharply, lost to the feelings of his cock. He grabbed
my head with one hand, and his face with the other... biting the heel of
his palm. He was making grumbling, strangled sounds as I worked him, up
and down, fast as I could, not even stopping for breath.

Finally, I snapped off of him, my lungs exploding in a desperate gasp for
air. No time to waste. My head sideways, I licked his shaft with rapid
tongue movements, and buried my face among his hairy balls, working them
over with my lips. "OH GOD! Yeah, work my balls, man!"

Nick didn't need to ask twice. Again, the confined space wasn't ideal,
but I was able to work wonders, doing my best to take each of his nuts
into my mouth and suckle them hard. God, I loved his scent, unlike
anything else. The smell of masculine arousal. As a fellow male, my body
instinctively recognized the smell. Hormones flooded through me.

Nervous excitement was also flooding through me; the thrill of being
caught was driving me on, even if I knew the rain masked our movements.
In my excitement, the heavy splats of the raindrops sounded like cum was
hitting the windshield, like the Storm God himself was jerking off while
watching us.

Well, if he was, we should give him a show.

I went back to Nick's cock, sealed my mouth around the head, and started
fucking him furiously. I couldn't go deep, but wrapped my fingers around
the lower part of his shaft and jerked him in time to my mouth-thrusts.
Nick let out an undulating cry, gripping the armrest until his fingers
were white. I worked fast and hard, diving down on him again and again,
making an obscene slurping sound as I went. Nick grit his teeth and
grunted in time, UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH. He was trying
to be quiet, but not really caring if he wasn't.

I could feel his load building. His balls pulled up, and every muscle in
his body tightened. His rhythmic cries became wilder, wilder... and then
all in a flash he fucking *erupted* into my mouth, spewing a couple
weeks' worth of pent-up jizz into my gullet. I could barely keep up,
swallowing until I started choking, and then letting the overflow run
down his shaft towards his balls. I kept swallowing, desperate to
breathe. Nick's body fell into a series of spasms, and I realized the
strange strangled sound I was hearing was his desperate attempt not to
scream his lungs out.

After I could safely breathe again, I quickly dove into his crotch to
suck down the remainder of his load. No longer in imminent fear of death
from drowning, I was able to savor that distinct warm, salty taste of his
cum.

Nick was kinda a wreck, sprawled across the driver's seat and very much
in a daze. I looked up, and gave a shit-eating grin, saying "We're
even." Then, quick as a fox, I leapt up and slipped from the SUV...
laughing at the shocked, helpless look on Nick's face as I left him
behind.

***

Fun and exhilarating as the car blow job was, it wasn't a substitute for
another full-on fuck session. And another one of those was clearly going
to be a long time in coming.

Part of the problem is that while Nick and I were good friends, who had
known each other for years, we weren't known for being best buddies and
were in somewhat different social circles. So if we announced to our
wives we were hanging out together, it would feel out of the ordinary.
Not anything *really* difficult to manage, but not... easy. The bigger
problem was the issue of location. Of course, I found myself home alone
at times, and so did he... but they often tended to be with limited
warning, and of short duration. While we could each in theory make up any
of a bewildering number of reasons for slipping away, it was a moot point
without a place to play.

And I have to say that our weekly Game Night was both a source of
enjoyment and frustration. We regularly got to hang out, but we had to be
supernaturally circumspect to keep things under wraps. None of the fellas
were exactly homophobic pricks, but they were all *guys* and firmly in
the hetero camp. There was no way Nick or I were going to test the extent
of their open-mindedness.

So Nick and I saw each other all the time, but were never actually able
to do so much as touch each other.  It sucked. And not in a good way.

But strangely enough, Game Night surprised us by providing--just maybe--a
chance to have more time together.

One night as the guys started taking their seats, several lamented the
approach Labor Day--that bittersweet holiday that marked the end of
summer fun. None of us had any firm plans, other than an expectation of
some sort of cook out on one of the days. But then Nick brought up a plan
that we had kicked around somewhat in the past, but never really followed
through with: this year, maybe could get away for a guy's weekend... Game
Night at a cabin?

Scheduling and cost had always been our nemesis in the past, particularly
for the new fathers in the crew. But this year, for whatever reason, it
seemed that the guys were more receptive. Nick pointedly, and somewhat
forcefully, offered us a spot--a place he had through family connections.
He very studiously did *not* look at me as he spoke, which gave me the
idea that maybe he had something special in mind....

Nick went on to say that the place could host five guys. He talked it up
as a fantastic place, kinda remote and on a lake. There was a master
bedroom with a queen-sized bed, a second bedroom with two twin beds, and
a loft with a futon.

Nick said that as the guy procuring the cabin, he would be claiming the
master bedroom, and he left it to us to work out the other arrangements.

Ah.

I was, ahem, "too slow" in grabbing one of the twin beds or the futon.
Nick noted, dryly, that that left me to sleep on the couch... unless I
swore "to behave," in which case the two of us could bunk together in
the big bed.

I went on to make a big, whinny show about life was unfair for putting me
into this position, but "grudgingly" said that given my "back troubles"
I'd join him in the bed. The fellas mocked me for drawing the short
stick, and laughingly warned me that Nick was enough of a perv that I'd
better watch out. Nick winked at me, sparking howls of laughter. I
smirked inwardly, letting them have their fun...  and shifted in my seat
to hide a growing hard on, just thinking about the possibilities.

That evening, walking to our cars, I quietly confronted Nick about our
quick-forming plans. "That was, um, pretty convenient about how that
worked out, wasn't it?"

Nick just let out a low laugh.

"I'm impressed. My man, you are devious *and* a deviant."

Nick responded, "I am a man of many talents. You're a quick study, and
I knew you'd catch on fast. Greg's been talking about doing a gaming
weekend forever... I thought I'd test the waters, and I'm glad the guys
went for it. The way the cabin is set up, we could probably have come up
with other sleeping arrangements, but this way we're free and clear to
spend some quality time alone. And they think it's *their* idea. We just
gotta be quiet."

I sneered, "'Quiet' isn't one of your virtues."

The days before we took off are pretty much a total blur--I was in a
hormonal daze. And when the big day finally arrived, I was totally
stoked. Greg and Dave, the other guy part of our usual Game Night
foursome, had to work as normal and planned to carpool with the hope of
being at the cabin by like 7-8:00. The other guy joining us was Rick, who
was one of our semi-regular players. He lived on the other side of town
and was going to come separately, hoping to be there around dinner time.
Nick and I told the others we would carpool, heading out sometime early
afternoon on Friday to get settled.

Naturally, what Nick and I *actually* did was to head out first thing in
the morning, to make the most of our alone time.

The 90-minute drive up to the lake was almost comically surreal. I was
*painfully* hard pretty much the entire drive, and it was only a bout of
superhuman control that kept me from sucking Nick off as we drove. Well,
superhuman control and memories of what happened in Stephen King's
"Thinner" when the protagonists tried it....

And I tell, you, Nick and I driving next together like that, blue sky,
singing along to crappy songs on the radio, knowing we were going to have
plenty of time to ourselves... we were kings.

At one point, Nick turned to me and flashed a 500-watt smile. "You hard
as I am, Buck?"

"You know it. Man, I've been dreaming of this so long... don't think I
got a wink of sleep the past 3 days."

Nick laughed. "I needed extra time in the gym to burn off some steam."

My turn to laugh. "See, I was afraid to go. Or I'd have to have been a
'never-nude' so no one would see my boner!"

Nick shook his head and laughed. "Who would've thought."

"Who indeed." Man, *I* certainly would have never guessed my life was
going like this. I would certainly have never believed a guy could set me
on fire like that... let alone that I would have ever found a like-minded
guy as into me as I was to him.

Fuck--we were the luckiest pair of degenerates in the world.

When we finally pulled off the highway and hit the dirt road that took us
to the cabin, my heart started going a mile a minute. I had been amped
the whole ride up, but now that we were finally getting near, my hormonal
levels were spiking wildly. I think my hands even were getting sweaty,
and I slowly was rubbing my palms up and down on my thighs.

We finally got to our cabin, and Nick swung his SUV in a big circle,
landing us right outside the door. "OK, the sooner we get everything in,
sooner we can play. You get the food in the fridge, I'll bring in the
bags. Let's go!"

I had *slightly* different plans. The food would be perfectly fine for a
few minutes more.

Nick had grabbed a load from the back and got to the front door. He set
things down and started fumbling around for the key.

Well, a guy letting his guard down like that... it's his own fault if he
gets attacked from the rear.

I came up strong behind him, and locked my arms around his torso. Nowhere
for him to go. I then leaned in, and landed my tongue on his neck, right
above the collar of his T-shirt. And then I set up a long, dirty lick up
his spine, right to his hair line. Nick growled and bent his head. I
continued, mouthing the side of his neck, and running forward with my
tongue, up and back down again, then breathed cool air across the wet
spot.

I could feel every hair on his neck stand on end, and he let out a
reverberating moan. "C'mon," he breathed heavily, "we gotta get that
meat inside."

"Yeah," I growled back, "I'm most *definitely* gonna get my meat
inside you."

Nick groaned wordlessly in response; any argument was dead on the vine.

I moved my mouth forward, so that my cheek dragged across his skin as my
tongue lazily made its way to his ear. I slurred my tongue across and
around his earlobe, then lightly dragged my teeth across it. I swear the
man actually purred. While he was occupied with that, I reached around
and undid his shorts, violently jerking them and his underwear down.

That hairy, perfect man-ass was wide open for me... and as the breath of
cool air touched his bare skin, I could see his hair standing on edge.

I dropped to my knees and slid my nose between his beefy cheeks, getting
myself high on the scent of his butt-funk. I don't know who was more
excited, me or Nick. I slid out my tongue and gave him an obscene lick,
probing as far as I could. Bracing himself against the door with one
hand, Nick reached the other around to his backside, trying desperately
to open himself up and give me access. "Fuck yeah, man," he encouraged,
"fucking eat me. Fucking EAT ME!"

I fucking ate him.

As Nick howled out his approval, I dove my face into his ass as hard as I
could. My stubble likely was shredding his tender skin; I eased the
burning with long wet laps of my tongue. I found his pucker, guarded by a
small forest of curly hair, and fucking let him have it. I chomped down
on his hole like I was a lion tearing into a wildebeest. As his hole
opened, I drove my tongue in as far as I could, then violently shook my
face from side to side. I lapped him, I mashed him, and I sucked on his
hole as hard as I could. Saliva ran down his crack, and down his hairy
leg as face-fucked his ass. I was relentless, living for his ass.

Finally, I pulled back, panting for breath. We both knew what I wanted. I
pulled out a bottle of lube from my pocket, and slid out of my shorts. My
cock stood fat and tall, leaking so much precum it looked like I had
already shot my load. I roughly lubed up my cock, and then jammed the
slick fingers into Nick's hole in a desperate attempt to loosen him up.
He yelped, but held his ground.

This was not my most elegant fuck, my most careful preparation. I fucking
didn't care. Desperate sexual need took over--I needed to explode my
load into that ass in front of me *now*.

I got behind Nick, rubbing my slick cock up and down his crack until I
found his hole. I pushed, and little happened. I pushed harder... nothing.
Nick squirmed, circling his butt around my cock, clearly in as much need
of this as I was. I fisted my cock, lined it up again, and *pushed.*

That did it.

Nick threw back his head with a shout. I held steady for a second,
grabbed him roughly to lock us in place. I reached around and massaged
his dick with my lubed-up hand. I had no words of seduction or
encouragement. I just needed release... at that moment, more than
anything.

I could feel him start to relax, and then I drove in... slow but
determined. I could feel his velvet hole open to accept me, wrapping my
dick in the hottest, the wettest, the most glorious embrace.
God-fucking-damn I loved the feel of that first penetration. Nick's body
shuddered, and I could feel his muscles shiver like small earthquakes. He
let out a sustained, shuddering howl. I hit rock bottom; my hairy balls
nestled flush against his hairy hole.

I rolled in rough circles. I could feel him surrender to the fuck, as his
body came alive in my arms. He started rolling against me, pushing back
hard... not just to drive my dick in deeper, but to feel me against him.
To share that primal sensation, of the ultimate connection between males.
With one hand locked on his hips, I slid the other under his T-shirt,
running along the hairy skin of his torso up to his nipples, which I
began fingering roughly.  My head leaned forward and I desperately kissed
the back of his neck... well, less a kiss and more of an oral assault. He
continued a steady stream of loud vocalizations like he was a feral dog.

My balls were fucking boiling over; I had never needed to blow my load
more in my life. I hoped he was loose enough, because we were gonna
*fuck.*

I pulled back strongly, feeling Nick's butt suck onto my cock like it
was trapped in quicksand. Then I drove it hard all the way to the hilt.
His head shot back again, and he barked a sound out. I repeated the move,
hard and fast. No long-dicking, no slow ride... I just fucked the shit out
of him. Somehow I think I could hear the slapping of my balls against his
ass with each hammer-stroke.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

I have no idea how he braced himself against the door, but he took
everything I had and pushed back harder for more. I fucking smashed into
him, again and again and again, relentless. There was nothing but my
need.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

I'm sure I only lasted a minute. I was far too gone, far too desperate
to cum. I could feel myself barreling past the point of no return, as a
two-week load shot up from my balls. With a wild scream that probably
echoed across the lake, I fucking *erupted* into his hole, making my
whole body shake from the force of it.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, carried mostly by momentum, I slowed
down and realized I was in desperate need of catching my breath. My cock,
still pretty hard considering the workout I had just given it, plopped
out of Nick's butt with a juicy sound. I only vaguely remember
staggering over to an Adirondack chair on the cabin's front porch, and
collapsing into it.

Nick slowly straightened, and turned his head towards me, giving me a
leopard-glare of dangerous hunger. Distantly in my mind, I realized he
hadn't shot yet... oh fuck.

He stepped out of his battle-weary shorts, and strode purposefully to
where I was sitting. To my breathless astonishment, he kneeled down and
fucking swallowed my still-throbbing cock down in one quick move.

Holy shit.

I couldn't fucking believe it. I let out an animal sound that mixed
pleasure and extreme post-cum sensitivity. He didn't care, his mouth
started working my cock over, sucking down the spent cum and ass juices.
Holy shit, this was another level. Even if I wanted to, I could barely
respond... my mind was a blur of random colors and fucking sexual rapture
as he worked. He worked lower, taking in my sweaty balls and rolling them
around. I was still in a daze.

Finally, he pulled my hips forward and up, giving him access to my ass.
Oh God. I was like a boned fish, unable to do anything but slur out cries
of joy. He scented himself with my butt-funk, dragging his face again and
again in my crack, teasing me and setting me on fire with his stubble.
Somehow, I had the presence of mind to moan out, "Oh God, eat me!
Please, fucking *please*! Fucking eat me man, FUCKING EAT ME!"

Nick let my beg for way too long, but finally, he opened his mouth and
fucking started raping me with his tongue.

Exhausted and folded over in half, there was little I could do but howl
to the tree tops like this was the best day of my fucking life. Which,
right at that moment, it kinda was. Nick's mouth was everywhere,
violently attacking my butt, giving special attention to my twitching
asshole. His tongue drove in as far as it could go, made rough sweeping
circles around my puckered lips, and lapped up and down around my hole so
hard it like he was filing down metal.

I could do nothing but enjoy the ride.

I don't know how long he feasted on me, but we both knew this was only
an appetizer. The main dish was about to be served.

Nick grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured out healthy glob onto my
asshole. The cold goo gave me a shiver, but not as much as the shiver of
excitement I got watching him slather up his own cock. He started working
my hole with his fingers, giving me a quick chance to prepare myself as
he jacked his battle saber of a cock. Then, with a look that veered
somewhere between hunger and naked aggression, lined his cock against my
hole. As rough as I had been, I knew Nick was going to be rougher.

I braced myself but nothing prepared me for that first entry.  Of muscles
suddenly forced to work the *other* way and accept something coming in.
Sheer, icy pain that made me gasp out loud. But it was that strange,
unnatural feeling that ultimately got me so hot--of taboos being broken.
Of fundamentally *giving* yourself to another man.

Nick was in no mood for games. He slowly *drove* himself forward, his
mushroom head ripping me open. My eyes bulged out of my head as I could
feel him... feel him filling me up, opening me. "Push out," he barked.
"It will stop the pain."

"I'mmm... nnnngh... pushing... UUUNGH!" God, there was pain, but there
was that fucking glorious feeling like nothing else. My back arched
against the chair as my body started roaring to life. My ears rang like I
was in a hurricane and my skin started dancing with electricity. My legs,
splayed kinda around his waist, began to twitch with feeling, and my toes
curled sharply. Finally, Nick bottomed out, and I gasped out a few
desperate moans.

God, his dick was hitting places I never knew I had. He fucking *filled*
me... not just my hungry ass, but filled all my fucking senses at once.
The physical *presence* of him, powerful, masculine, fucking heroic... and
a shared primal experience that was blowing my fucking mind....

Nick started thrusting *hard*, taking no prisoners. I pushed back, my
body rolling and undulating in response as pleasure centers deep inside
me burst to life. We collided again and again, but I could see in his
face a mounting frustration, as this was hardly a good angle for either
of us to really let loose. And we needed to let loose.

And then oh my fucking GOD... I couldn't believe what he did. He was
balls deep inside me, and then quick shifted his weight so he was
squatting rather than kneeling. Then he grabbed my waist *hard* and to my
jaw-dropped astonishment, stood up. He fucking lifted me right out of
that chair, his dick still buried in my ass.

The shifting position brought an explosion of joy deep in my guts, and
the fucking thrill of having Nick hoist me like a pussyweight fucking
blew my mind. I quick wrapped my legs around his torso to brace myself,
and grabbed onto his neck and shoulders for dear life...then Nick started
pounding up my ass like a reverse jackhammer. He fucking *bounced* with
the power of his thrusts.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. I never felt anything like it! My mind was shattered
from the onslaught of raw sexual power. I threw my head back and screamed
like I was being torn apart by wild horses, because I kinda was... in the
fucking BEST WAY POSSIBLE. I could barely keep it together, barely keep
from falling into a pile of goo like beached jellyfish.

But I NEVER WANTED HIM TO STOP.

Nick fucking slammed into me again and again, his face red from exertion
and sexual rage, and every vein nearly popping out of his neck. It was
the most fucking amazing display of raw masculinity I had ever seen.

And his cock was doing things to me that I couldn't believe. Even though
I had shot out a gallon of cum only minutes ago, my cock was hard enough
to drill through titanium. My body was *rippling* with waves of sexual
electricity... and in desperate need of release. I could... feel him fuck
me over the edge.

Then, I knew Nick was ready to explode. His controlled motions became
wild spasms, and his grunts blew up into a terrifying bellow. He gripped
me tight as he launched a wave after wave of white-hot cum into my ass.
Feeling this blasted me into the stratosphere. My ears were roaring like
a jet, and it felt like my head would explode. And then I fucking came so
hard my dick fucking hurt. I screamed and gave over to the biggest wave
of sexual joy I had ever experienced.

I swear I have no idea what happened next.  The sexual rage that had kept
us standing died away, and two *very* spent guys sloppily collapsed onto
the front porch.

I couldn't get over it. My buddy Nick had completely, thoroughly,
joyously rocked my world like no one else on the planet. I had grown up
thinking gay sex was something... yucky. Something that was lesser. To my
ever-loving shame, I had thought it was something that made you less of a
man.

But Nick had blown all of that bullshit away. That was the most
masculine--and I mean punishingly, violently masculine--thing I had ever
done. And damn it, it wasn't amazing sex *despite* it being with another
guy... it was the all the masculine shit going on that *made* it so
amazing. The hair, the sweat, the smell, the spit, the howls, the
strength, the aggression.

I was on top of the fucking world, feeling like a fucking GOD.

And it would be *hours* before the rest of the crew showed up....


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