Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2022 21:57:24 +0000
From: Bro 24 <bro-24@hotmail.com>
Subject: Where There's a Will There's a Way, Chapter 4

Author's Note: This story is fiction (unfortunately), although the
characters and some of the events are real. It is the sole property of the
author and may not be reused or excerpted without his permission. If you
enjoy this story (particularly if you jerk off to it!), I would love to
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Where There's a Will There's a Way

Chapter 4

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I slowly edged my cock, practicing as much restraint as I could muster
while I waited for Will. A jock and a twink were hungrily sucking each
other's dicks on the TV screen in front of me and my eyes were wandering up
and down their sexy bodies as I pleasured myself. I thought of Will and I,
just two days ago, in that same 69 position on my bed, his hard beautiful
dick dangling above my face as he licked on mine, both of us lost in our
new favorite pastime. I had to pause -- the image too much as I felt the
sudden rise to orgasm. Taking my hand from my dick, I sank further into the
couch cushion and splayed my legs on the coffee table. I was horny and
eager for more hot gay sex with Will. It had only been 30 minutes since he
had texted that he was on his way, but it felt like eons.

When he had left Saturday night, I had assumed it would be a while until we
met up again. Our work schedules couldn't be more different, and with the
distance from my apartment to his parents' house where he lived, popping
over just wasn't practical. It was driving me wild, knowing this sexy man
that I had lusted over since my teenage years wanted to fuck around as much
as I did, but we just had to find the time.

Will had made it happen, texting me that he had traded shifts at the
restaurant and would be free that evening. My workday was torture, a
constant boner distracting me from doing anything productive. When I
finally finished work, I rushed home to shower and prepare for Will. He had
let me know he was on the way, but the irony was that after being tied up
at work all day, now I was waiting on him.

I had been thinking a lot about these new sexual adventures with Will and
where it all was leading. Things had moved so fast, and in just a few short
weeks we had explored so many things that I had never tried
before...especially with a man. There was lust and raw horniness, but there
was a strange passion at times too. I could feel it between us -- sometimes
when we kissed, or the way his looks at me would linger and I would feel
some connection that was seemed just a bit more than carnal pleasure. There
was some clarity when he had filled my ass for the first time with his
cock, feeling him inside me while our eyes were locked. I didn't think I
wanted a relationship with Will -- or any man for that matter. But I felt
something for him than was stronger than friends or, as it seemed we were
now, fuckbuddies. In all honestly, I was thinking about him all the time.

I think maybe it just felt good to share my sexuality with someone. For so
long I had kept secret my growing desire for men, not knowing if I would
ever openly divulge my lust to another soul. With Will the floodgates had
opened. Our situations had been so similar, and apparently, we both longed
to confide our gay cravings to someone. Where there had once been risk and
fear, there was now excitement and openness. That felt special, and sharing
these experiences with Will, the guy I had lusted over since my teenage
years, was both thrilling and rewarding. And it was hot.

So as I waited for him to arrive, pleasuring myself to guy on guy action, I
had determined not to hide my horniness from him. In fact, it turned me on
anticipating him walking in on what had always been a hidden solitary
activity. I had left the apartment door unlocked and stripped down, eager
to have my sexy friend see me masturbating to gay porn.

The knock on the door made me jump anyway.

"It's open!" I yelled across the room.

Will came into the apartment, down the short hallway, and stood there,
taking in the site of me naked and beating off. Despite my plan, I suddenly
did feel a bit embarrassed.

"Starting without me I see," he said with a smile. He looked so cute, his
short hair styled perfectly and his brown eyes twinkling. He had on a
tight-fitting athletic tee and too-short shorts. He almost looked...gay.

I watched as he moved his hand down to his crotch, feeling himself through
the fabric. My eyes widened when I saw the tenting bulge that was
there. Will was already hard.

"Looks like you're ready to go too," I said, nodding towards his crotch.

He looked over to the TV, his eyes moving across the bodies of the sexy
guys there. He massaged himself for a second, then looked back at me.

In a flash, Will was nude, his clothes dropped to the floor and his hard
cock standing straight out from his body. He walked right up to me,
positioning himself between my legs, then sunk down on his knees and
without a word began to lick on my waiting cock.

"You don't waste any time," I said under my breath, the pleasure of his wet
tongue enrapturing me.

He looked up from his tongue work and mumbled something I didn't
understand.

"Suck it, dude," I moaned.

---

We didn't last long, and within 20 minutes we were sprawled on the carpet,
out of breath and wet with cum. So horny for each other, it had been a
whirlwind of licking and sucking that turned into the inevitable 69. We
didn't even bother going to the bedroom, pushing the small coffee table out
of the way so we could feast on each other's dicks while my playlist of gay
porn played on the TV. Sucking with a now familiar aggression, I had shot
my first load of the day on his face just before he unloaded on mine.

I turned my body around and lay next to him, watching as he caught his
breath from the explosion of energy we had both shared.

"How long can you hang out tonight?" I asked.

"All night, bro. Why, you got plans?"

I reached down and grabbed my softening dick, waving it at him. "Yeah, I'm
going to rest this thing for a bit, then I'm going to slide it in your
ass."  Will chuckled and shook his head, both of us aware how vulgar our
interactions had become.

"Sounds good to me," he said with a sultry smile. "You better be up for a
turn on my cock too."

I thought about taking Will's dick for the first time during our last
encounter. It had hurt, but then the feeling was indescribably intense. I
remembered the sensation of his cock on my prostate, the full feeling of
him deep inside me, and the explosive ejaculation -- an orgasm multiplied
by the pleasure of his cock in my ass.

"I'm counting on it, dude," I said.

---

Half an hour later I found myself behind Will, my face buried in his smooth
round buns. The recovery time hadn't lasted long and when small talk turned
back to dick talk, we had moved to the bed. Will was on all fours, his back
arched and his ass spread.

"Fuck that feels good," he moaned.

I grunted, my tongue lashing at his pink anus.

"Lick it, bro," he said. "Lick my fucking asshole."

A few minutes later we had switched positions and Will was now behind me
lapping at my ass.

"Don't stop," I beckoned. "Don't stop."

"Open that pussy for me bro," he said between probes with his pointed
tongue.

Soon we were back in a 69, our bodies rolled up to expose our holes, both
of us licking deep into each other with the sexual sounds of grunts and
moans and wet tongues on slick holes filling the air.

When we had licked each other's holes to the point that our tongues were
tired, I bent him over and we were fucking again. I pound my cock into him
doggystyle while he begged for me to thrust harder and deeper. Despite our
orgasms not an hour before, we didn't last long. My cum flooded his insides
while he shot all over the bedsheets.

A sweaty, exhausted mess, we collapse side by side on the bed, our energy
zapped. I lay there recounting all the hot sex we had had and couldn't help
but thinking again about where this was going. It seemed we were both
insatiable. But the feeling of something more nagged at me. I wondered what
Will thought about all of this -- if he thought about it all. We hadn't
talked about anything about us other than the sex, so distracted by our
carnal pleasures. But as we lay there close and momentarily satisfied from
this last round, it felt like something was just hanging in the air. It was
Will that broke the silence first.

"I can't believe how good gay sex is," he mused.

I chuckled a little at the obviousness of his thought. But he was right.

"We've been missing out on so much, dude," I said. "Girls don't even
compare."

"Right?" Will said with strong agreement. "It's so much more intense with
you. It's like we know what feels good and can just go at it. There's no
judgement, no shame."

I though it over for a minute. Sex with Will was so much more enjoyable
than I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just because I was so physically
attracted to him -- he was incredibly hot, so that helped -- but because
every part of sex was truly better. He sucked my dick better than any girl
had because he knew his way around a penis. For me, sucking on his was like
gratifying some instinctual craving that no part of the female anatomy
could fulfill. His asshole was tighter than any vagina, and as I had now
experienced, the singular sensation of having his cock fill me up and
thrust against my prostate was something no girl could ever compete
with. What's more was that it was just so much more comfortable and honest
-- cum was fun to lick and spread and shoot on each other and no girl I had
known was cool with that. There weren't the kind of hesitations I had
remembered having with girls -- we were both men, feeling no hesitation in
constantly touching and playing with ourselves. Everything about gay sex
felt more natural.

"When did you start thinking about it?" I asked him on a whim.

"What? Sex with guys?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I guess when I started jerking off. I mean, I knew what sex
was -- like with girls. But I would think about my friends from school."  I
smiled, knowing just what he meant. "The locker room?"

"Yeah, man," he nodded. "Catching glimpses and using those memories later."

"Sounds like we had a similar spank bank," I said with a laugh.

"Justin Lyde," he said dreamily, his hand moving to his crotch. He closed
his eyes and massaged his soft penis. "Mmmm," he moaned.

"Who?"

"A guy in my grade," he said, still rubbing. "Hot as fuck."

I thought back to all the guys I drooled over in school and the many hours
of masturbation to friends and classmates I would eye and then recall later
in my teenage fantasies.

"Chris Quinn," I said, moving my hand to my own dick and giving it a
rub. "I couldn't keep my eyes off his ass."

Will laughed, turning on his side towards me and propping his head up on
his arm. His mostly soft dick flopped down towards the bed.

"If only we'd known this about each other back then," he said.

I looked in his eyes, feeling that strange connection with him again. I'd
never told anyone about the guys I jerked off to, and I guessed he hadn't
either. Each little admission seemed to make me feel a bit closer to him. I
could tell he felt it too.

I turned on my side, looking at him, naked bodies close and sharing
warmth. Our dicks were soft but nearly touching. Suddenly from deep within
me rose a drive in me that caught me unaware. It wasn't sexual, it was
purely intimate. As I lost myself in the depth of those brown eyes I was
suddenly overwhelmed in my desire for him. We were both silent, staring
into each other, no words breaking the moment's spell. My anxiety and
concern of where things between Will and I was forgotten. I only felt the
satisfaction of being close to him. His deep, brown eyes seemed to reflect
the same. Time slowed and the space between us closed. His warm breath
brushed my face. My lips touched his and there was a rush of connection
stronger than I had ever felt before. We kissed gently, passionately; eyes
closed as we lost ourselves in the experience. His tongue slipped in
against mine. I felt his hand touch the back of my head, caressing my hair
and neck as our lips slowly glided in an intimate dance. I reached down and
wrapped my arm over his torso, pulling his smooth, lithe body against
mine. Our penises touch.

It may have been mere seconds or it could have been several minutes, but
finally we broke the kiss. Our bodies were still held together and I rested
my forehead against his.

"Wow," he whispered.

I stroked my hand down his cheek as he continued to pet down my neck.

"I really like being with you, Mark," he said, his voice low and soft.

"Me too," I said.

I wasn't sure what else to say. It was a moment completely foreign to me --
I'd never felt anything like this about a guy before. Neither of us had
expressed any feelings beyond our lust. There had been the dirty talk and
the sharing of sexual fantasies we both had secreted away, but nothing
about how we would handle this very dramatic change in our lives. Now I was
sure I was feeling something more.

Looking in his eyes I could see he was feeling this too. My emotions were
beginning to boil over. He looked away, breaking our eye contact, but I
couldn't let this moment go.

"Where is this going, Will?"

He looked back at me, appearing a bit startled by the question.

"What do you mean?" He said sheepishly.

I looked at him for a long moment, gathering my courage.

"You and me," I said. "Where is this going with us?"

"I don't know," he said with a sigh.

We lay in silence for a while. The truth was that I had never wanted or
imagined being in a relationship with a man. Not even Will. I had only
thought about men sexually. But feeling what I was now, I still wasn't sure
I wanted something else. I knew if Will and I were in a relationship, we
couldn't hide it. We had too many shared friends and even as it was, it was
only a matter of time before they started asking questions about the time
we spent together and where we both were when everyone else was hanging
out. My vision of my future never included coming out as a gay man.

Now I couldn't deny that I wanted something more with him. That kiss was no
ordinary kiss, but that wasn't how I really knew it. I saw now it had been
before -- when he had filled my ass with his cock for the first
time. Holding it there deep inside me, his throbbing hard penis penetrating
my body and becoming a part of me, I had felt a closeness and completeness
like I had never felt with anyone. It was fun, and it felt good, but I
believe it was then that I truly understood why it was called "making
love." That was why I couldn't stop thinking about him and looked forward
to every moment we were together.

Reality tore at me still. I was not ready to be a gay man in a gay
relationship. I guessed the same was true for him. Perhaps that would come
in time, or maybe not. But for the moment, I felt the need to understand
where things stood.

"Will," I said determinedly. "I don't think I can be in a relationship."

I could see the weight lifted off him and I could tell he had been
struggling with the same thing.

"Me either," he said and paused, saying "But..." before trailing off.

I put my hand back up to his cheek again, looking deep in his yes with a
comforting smile. "But?"

He huffed, looking away. "Mark, I'll be honest. I like you. A lot. The
first time you fucked me I felt something for you I've never felt before. I
didn't even know what we were doing, but your dick felt so good and I felt
so close to you. I feel it every time you're inside me. And now I think
about you a lot, like even when we're not together."

"Are you sure you just don't want dick all the time?" I said with a grin.

"Well, I do," he chuckled. "But what I'm saying is..." he thought for a
moment. "I don't know what I'm saying."

"I do," I said.

"You do?"

"Yes," I said as I stroked down the fair skin of his cheek. "I feel it too,
Will."

He looked at me, his eyes showing such vulnerability. He had shared his
feelings for me, muddled and confused as they were.

"I've had a hard crush on you since high school," I said. He rolled his
eyes. "It's true. I look back on it now and I think that it was more than
just how horny I was for you." I took a breath. "I don't know exactly what
I'm feeling, but I know that I've never felt this close to someone."

"What about your girlfriends?" He asked quietly.

"No," I said. "Not like this."

He reached his hand up, returning it to behind my head and pulling me to
him so our foreheads touched again. His breath mixed with mine between
us. I could feel both our hearts beating, nearly in unison.

"When you fucked me," I whispered.

"Yes?"

"It was like we were one."

I felt the muscles of his face turn to a gentle smile.

"That's how I feel with you too," he said softly.

He moved in, pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes, losing myself to
the passion for him again. Our mouths opened as our tongues wrestled more
aggressively than before. His hand held my head tight against his as my
hands moved in to caress his chest.

Then he was on top of me again, his naked body covering mine. Our arms
wrapped around each other, holding tight as we made out with a renewed
vigor. He started a slow grind of his hips as our bodies twisted and moved
and I felt the now familiar engorging of his cock as it slowly humped
against mine. I slid my hands down his v-shaped back, over the mounds of
his ass and filled each of my hands with his plump cheeks.

Will arched his back, raising his head up, his eyes closed, and let out a
low moan of ecstasy. My cock was hard now too, and as he humped slowly into
me, they frotted together.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you, Mark," he sighed.

As sexual desire and the confluence of emotions overtook me, I felt an urge
like I had never felt before. It was like a tingle, but not a physical one,
that manifested deep in my ass. A feeling of emptiness begging to be
filled. I needed his dick inside me again.

"Make love to me, Will," I said, not realizing the heaviness of my words.

He said nothing, just looked at me and smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed
me hard, our cocks now throbbing against each other.

Will broke our kiss then sat up. He maneuvered so he could lift my legs in
the air. I let him move me however he wanted, giving myself to him. My legs
spread around him, my hole was presented, winking and twitching with
anticipation. With his hand he grasped his stiff rod and aimed it right
between my asslips. The feeling of his head on my sensitive anus made me
shudder with pleasure.

"Let me warm you up," he said delicately. I knew I was too tight to take
him as I was, no matter how much I wanted it.

I reached up, grabbing one of my ankles in each hand, and watched as he
lowered down to my waist. His head sunk down, the lower half of his face
hidden by my balls. I saw his eyes crinkle with a smile as I felt the first
touch of his tongue, a gentle lick over my hole.

We kept eye contact, staring into each other as he licked my asshole. I had
felt the intimacy from rimming when he had done to me before, but it was
more intense now. It was sexual and private, true, but after knowing that
there were feelings between us, I could feel the caring and loving
expressions of his tongue on my anus.

It was an intrusive thought, but a revealing one, as I ruminated on what it
would take for a man to makeout with another man's asshole. Women and
straight men couldn't understand. Even before I had tried it with him, I
had assumed there was some disgust to licking the source of our most vile
of functions. But the opposite was true -- I could see it in Will's
eyes. He knew the pleasure he was giving me and was satisfying his own lust
to lick me there.

"You taste so good," he said softly between licks.

"Oh Will," I moaned, my eyes still locked on his.

He swirled and danced on my hole, tiny wet pets across the wrinkles of my
lips and around the outer ring of sensitive flesh. As we stared into each
other, he made quick darts into the center, his mouth sealed around my
lips. There was no entry yet, but he was priming me, and I felt my asshole
loosen.

"Lick inside me," I quietly begged.

His tongue pointed sharply and pressed into my hole. I consciously relaxed
myself more and I felt his wet muscle inch beyond the exterior.

"Mmmm," he moaned. I knew he had gotten a taste of what he craved. It was a
reward I now knew well, having tongued deep into him until the tang of
man-ass had tickled my tongue. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes.

"Yes, Will," I whimpered. "More,"

His face showed an obvious smile again as he placed a hand on both of my
cheeks, then with a finger on each side, he pulled apart my lips as far as
they would stretch. His tongue poked into me, wriggling into my rectum.

"Oh god, oh fuck," I moaned.

He sucked on one of his fingers, then lightly swirled it around my hole. I
was looser now and when he probed it into me it slid in with little
resistance. Slowly he moved it in and out, all the while smiling at me and
watching my pleasure.

When his finger hit my spot I cried out. It wasn't a cry of pain, more of
surprise as I had forgotten the overwhelming power of pleasure on my
prostate.

"Do you like that, baby?" He said.

I mustered a quiet "yes," as the intensity flooded through me.

"Are you ready for it?"

"Yes," I answered, just a touch louder. My response was understated,
however, as I had wanted nothing more in my life than to feel his cock in
me in that moment.

He rose up, positioning himself between my legs again, then leaned down and
kissed me. We shared the taste of my ass on his mouth. In a quick motion he
reached for the lube on the nightstand beside us and slathered up his cock
with a few slow strokes. Then leaning back, he aimed his cock at my hole
once again and pushed slowly into me.

The discomfort I had felt the first time was still there, but it was
different now. I almost liked it, welcomed it. Feeling his hardness slowly
open me up and fill my rectum, I wanted to experience every part of it,
pain and all. It slid in smoothly, with no barriers in the way as it had
before. Steadily he pushed all six inches until I was full of his cock. He
held it there, his eyes staring into mine.

I could feel the light throbbing of his cock inside me, his heartbeat
pulsing in that blood-engorged muscle. That feeling consumed me again, an
intense connectedness to him, and I was lost in his big, brown eyes as I
saw he felt it too. We said nothing, just stared into each other as he
began to slowly pull his cock in and out of my ass.

It was then that I had the most emotionally fulfilling sex of my
life. There was no dirty talk, no frantic lustful grabbing, just Will
slowly fucking my ass as we held each other's bodies close and kissed with
passion and desire. Heavy breathing turned to panting. His cock massaged my
prostate harder than it had before and I was in ecstasy -- I didn't even
stroke myself.

With his mouth at my ear, I could feel him approaching climax.

"I'm going to cum in you," he whispered.

I answered him by reaching down and grabbing the globes of his ass, pulling
him into me. He thrusted harder a few times, then his ass cheeks clenched
and he grunted loudly. I felt his warm seed shoot into me and his cock
pulsing. Focusing on that feeling, I suddenly felt my cock reach orgasm
too. As he flooded my ass with cum, I shot mine on our bodies between us.

Despite the orgasm, I didn't want this to end. I held tightly onto his ass
and whispered, "keep it in me."

He said nothing, just smiled and leaned down to kiss me. My cum smeared
between our bodies. I felt his cock soften inside me. But we lay there,
silently sharing the moment of being connected by the gay penetration of
his penis in my ass.

---

I woke up and Will was still on top of me. His flacid dick had slid out of
my ass but I could still feel the wetness of his cum. We had fallen asleep,
but it didn't feel like long. I looked over to the clock on my nightstand
and saw it was only about 9:00pm. I guess we were both exhausted after the
intensity of the last couple of hours. But I wasn't feeling tired and I
shifted a little underneath him to see if he would wake up.

Will rolled off of me and stretched his arms. "How long was I asleep?"

"I think about 20 minutes. Guess we needed a nap."

I remembered what we had shared before this last sexual session. He smiled
at me, and I could see he was thinking about it too. I wanted to resolve
this open question, at least for the time being.

"Look," I said. "We don't have to take this anywhere right now."

He nodded.

"I think there's some feelings between us," I continued. "But that doesn't
mean we have to be boyfriends or be in a relationship or anything else."

"Ok," he said. It was hard to read him.

"Will, I don't know if I want to come out. Or if I'll ever want to come
out."

"Me either," he said quietly.

"Maybe we can just keep fucking around. You know, keep doing what we're
doing."

"I'm cool with that," he said. We lay there in silence for a moment.

"There's so much more we can do," Will said, finally.

"Oh?" I said, curious what was on his mind. "Like what?"

"I don't know," he said. "I like how open we are about fucking around."

"Yeah," I said knowingly. "Me too."

He reached down and cupped my package.

"I want to suck your dick while you play video games. I want to go hiking
and stop to fuck on a picnic table. I want to share a guy's dick with you
and just live out all our fantasies."

I laughed, overwhelmed by his directness. "You've got quite the
imagination, don't you?"

"And you don't?" He said accusatorially.

"Fair enough," I said. "But I think eventually people will see all the time
we spend together."

"Yeah." He thought about it for a minute. "Fuck `em. If someone finds out,
I guess we'll deal with it then."

"Ok," I said.

With a sly grin he said, "For now we'll just be secret gay lovers."

"Lovers?" I said with a bit of surprise.

He squeezed my dick. "Lovers," he repeated.

"Works for me." I kissed him.

---

We were starving. I scrounged together what I had in the apartment to make
up some spaghetti. Will suggested we cook it naked, but I insisted we
shower off first. Together we had soaped each other up, playfully touching
and grabbing each other under the stream of water. We took turns scrubbing
in each other's asses, another first for both of us, but a necessary step
since we knew we weren't done with those pleasure centers just yet.

Fresh, clean, and nude, we started the spaghetti. Will got a pot of water
boiling for the noodles and I worked on browning the meat in a pan. As I
stood before the stove, Will embraced me from behind. His smooth chest
pressed against my back and I felt his soft penis rest in the crack of my
ass.

"You handle that meat well, lover," he teased.

"I've been practicing handling meat," I said, leaning my head back. He
kissed down my neck.

After the two rounds of sexual release, I wasn't horny again yet, but I
enjoyed his tender touch nonetheless. Will, however, apparently was not as
in need of recharge time. I felt his two hands cup and knead my bare ass
cheeks. His breath was warm on my neck and he licked up to my ear.

"I need an appetizer," he whispered.

I continued stirring the ground meat, trying to focus but distracted by his
sensuality. When he moved his face down to my ass and pressed into my
cheeks, I knew that his horniness had never left. His wet tongue licked at
my hole.

"Fuck Will," I said, laughing. "I'm trying to cook."

He pulled out of my ass cheeks for a second. "I'm not stopping you."

His face returned to its place inside my cheeks and he dutifully licked at
my asshole. My dick began to harden and pressed up against the cool metal
of the oven door.

That was the first of what became more adventurous sex between us. We were
in our early twenties, horny all the time, newly exploring our
homosexuality, and obsessed with each other's bodies. Without any judgement
or even really a second thought, whenever we were alone together from there
on out, we were nude and either casually masturbating, playfully molesting
each other, or having sex. It was so different from any girl I'd been
where, when even jerking off wasn't discussed. With Will, I could have my
hand rubbing my dick even if it was soft, no matter what we were doing, and
it wasn't even a thing. We openly pleasured ourselves and each other and
neither of us thought anything of it.

I moved around the kitchen, draining the noodles and prepping our plates
while Will followed me around continuing to grab at me and fondle my
genitals when he could get a reach in. He laughed and teased, thinking it
was funny that he had gotten me so erect as I poured boiling hot water down
the drain. His cock was at full mast again as well.

"Stop it, perv!" I chastised him.

"You don't want me to stop," he said.

"You're right," I admitted.

We scarfed down spaghetti at the counter, our need for sustenance
momentarily outweighing our lustful desires. Even our dicks took a break,
resting soft in our groins. I watched him eat, thinking differently about
him now. He looked so cute slurping down noodles, those brown eyes
twinkling and his emerald earrings highlighting his soft complexion. I
couldn't help stop thinking about what he had called us -- lovers. Will was
my gay lover. It sounded childish and silly in my mind, but it meant than
we were more than just friends who fucked. I wasn't sure how much more, but
it fulfilled something in me that I didn't know was empty. Watching him
next to me, his eyes occasionally meeting mine with a smile between bites,
I thought about the things he wanted to explore. It felt like homosexuality
was new and shiny and I was hungry to plunge deeper into sexual
fantasies. It seemed he was too.

I put my fork down, stuffed from the rapid shoveling of pasta into my
stomach. He broke our brief silence and I could tell he was thinking some
of the same thoughts as me.

"So what else do you want to try?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Before, I was saying things I wanted to do. You know, fucking around. What
do you want to do?"

I thought for a minute, knowing just wanted I wanted but considering how I
told him.

"Remember when we were talking last week about finding another friend?" I
asked a bit tentatively.

"Oh," he said with a knowing smile. "You want more dick!"

"Do you?"

"What do you think?" He said, licking his lips suggestively.

I laughed, acknowledging his corniness. But I felt my dick twitch at the
thought. I looked at Will, naked on the chair next to me, his hand again on
his dick.

"It would be hot to suck on a cock together," I said.

"Fuck yeah it would," Will said enthusiastically, his dick obviously
hardening as he began to massage it. I couldn't help but start to play with
mine too.

"Maybe a threesome? What do you think?"

He started jerking off again and I knew his answer before he said it. "I
think I want a cock in my ass and in my mouth."

Now I was jerking off too. We talked it through, all the things we wanted
to do with another guy. Masturbating and fantasizing, we proposed positions
and actions that we couldn't try with just the two of us. It was clear we
both wanted to fuck around with other guys, even as we had just really
discovered gay sex and described ourselves as lovers. Will's sexual lustful
for dudes was as strong as my own.

"How would we even go about finding another guy?" I wondered. "It took us
like ten years to find this out about each other."

"Don't you know any gay guys?"

"Yeah, of course," I said. "But I don't know about just starting to fuck
around with my friends." He stared at me. I realized what I had said and
laughed.

"Fuck, you know what I mean. I just think I'd rather find a guy like
anonymously. Or like a guy like us."

"You mean in the closet?"

"I guess. Yeah."

"Hmmm," he sighed, thinking for a minute.

It was incredible that we could hold a conversation while we were jerking
off. It was a testament how open and casual pleasuring our dicks had become
between us.

"We'll have to work on it," I said.

"Yeah. But in the meantime, thinking about a threesome has got me horny."

I watched him pounding harder on his dick. "Me too."

"Want to get off to some porn?"

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Three hot jocks were going at each other hard on the screen. Their baseball
uniforms were tossed to the floor of the locker room and after some
horseplay and grab-assing, they had started to fuck around. A sexy young
blond was laying on his stomach, his round smooth ass being pounded by his
dark-haired teammate on one end, while he sucked down the massive cock of
his latino friend at the other.

Will and I had laid down a towel in front of the TV. We were sitting close,
his legs over mine, with our hard cocks pressed together and being jerked
rapidly by his hand. The lube slathered over our dicks made the slick
sensation even more intense and the wet fapping sound of frotting nearly
drowned out the moans from the porn. My hand was under us, cupping and
mashing our ball sacks together, occasionally teasing each of our holes as
Will pleasured our dicks together.

"That's nice dick," Will said, beating us faster when there was a closeup
of the dark-haired jock's cock as it slid in and out of the blonde's smooth
asshole.

"It's fucking big," I panted. "You want to take that?"

"I'd want to try," he said, turning briefly from the screen to give me a
devilish smile.

I pointed my finger underneath us and probed at Will's hole. "You're such a
fag," I joked.

"Said the fag that's frotting and watching gay porn."

We checked out the guys, ogled their dicks, and lusted over the hot
threesome. It was clear we both liked cock and ass, but I noted the
tendency for me to get more excited and comment on the guys butt cheeks and
holes, while Will showed more interest in the dicks. I could tell by how
much either of our dicks throbbed or leaked some precum when our respective
interests came on the screen.

"I want to be the one on the bench," Will said.

"I'd fuck you like that and lean down to help you lick on that big cock."

We were insatiable. It was no wonder we needed another dick.

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