Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 20:01:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Morning After"

The Morning After
By Bacteriaburger

	Sonny was sitting at the table, clutching a bottle of beer, when
Caleb walked into the room.  Their eyes met.
	"Good morning," Caleb said.  What else was there to say?  As soon
as he'd woken up, it had all come back to him.  As far as he was concerned,
there was no point in pretending it hadn't happened.  He rubbed the sleep
out of his eyes to avoid Sonny's intense glare.
	Sonny bounced his leg, taking another gulp of beer, never averting
his stare.  Caleb tensed up.  How were they going to deal with this? he
wondered.  It was too much to think about.  And he had a wicked hangover.
	"Is there any beer left?" he asked.  Sonny jerked his shaved head
sharply in the direction of the fridge.  Caleb ambled over, scratching
himself through his boxers.  He hadn't bothered to get dressed.  Sonny had
put on his sweatpants.
	He opened the beer and walked back to the living room.
	"All I'm saying is..." Sonny's voice was low -- the sound of a dog
that was cornered and snarling.  "...if you tell one fucking soul what
happened last night, I will fucking kill you.  And I fucking mean that."
	"What?" Caleb said, holding the beer out to his side.
	"You heard me."
	"Dude, why the fuck would I tell anybody?  You've got to be fucking
kidding me."
	"Just so you know.  You breathe a word about this shit to anyone,
and you're fucking dead.  And you know for a fact I'm not fucking around."
	"Dude, would you just chill the fuck out?  Seriously.  You think I
want my girlfriend to hear that shit?  You think I'd want it to get back to
anybody?"
	Sonny stood up.  Though shorter than Caleb's dark-haired,
six-foot-two frame, Sonny was a tough little fucker -- a fireplug of a dude
with a chest full of tight muscles under smooth, tattooed skin.
	He got in Caleb's face, his whole body loaded like a spring.
Caleb, startled by his friend's aggressiveness, stepped back.
	"We were drunk, dude.  We were drunk, and shit got out of hand,
*that's all*.  Now you're all up in my face, for whatever fuckin reason.
What's your beef, dude?  You wanna go?"
	Sonny pushed Caleb's shoulder, sending Caleb reeling backward until
he found his bearings and pushed back, hard.  Sonny crashed to the floor,
looking startled.  Then he sprang up like a tiger out of a cage.
	He pounced on Caleb, sending a hard fist into his side.  Caleb
grabbed him around the waist and threw him to the ground.  They rolled
around, struggling for control.  Sonny got his hands around Caleb's neck
and squeezed.  It took all of Caleb's strength to push and kick him away.
He twisted out, flipping Sonny onto his back and holding him down by
sitting on his thighs.  Grabbing hold of Sonny's wrists, he pinned his arms
to the floor above his head.  Sonny writhed and squirmed.  He was trapped.
	"What do you want?" Caleb growled in his face, as soft as a
whisper.  "What do you *want*?"  Sonny began to give in, catching his
breath in great gasps.  For a moment their bodies heaved together, pressed
up against one another, their eyes locked.  That's when Caleb realized:
Sonny was hard.  He felt it pressed like a diamond rod into his crotch.
      Sonny continued to struggle, futilely, but then it was more like
writhing, hunching his body up against Caleb.  Caleb felt his own cock
rise.  It engorged quickly, as though the blood and aggression was surging
from his head and body right into his cock.
	Sonny's eyes had become searching and confused.  Caleb felt the
urge to do what they hadn't done the night before, and he went with it.
Sonny met his mouth, hard, their teeth knocking together, drawing a bit of
blood from Caleb's mouth.  They kissed.  Caleb was totally hard now, and he
ground his erection into his friend, his tongue diving into Sonny's mouth.
	He sucked on Sonny's neck, still keeping him pinned to the floor.
Sonny thrust his hips, unabashedly humping against Caleb's body.  Their
tongues wrestled for position in each other's mouths.  Caleb let go of
Sonny's arms, yet he stayed as he was.  He reached under Sonny's tight
midsection, pulling their bodies close together.  Sonny grabbed his ass
firmly, hunching their hard cocks against each other.
	Their breathing was short, but things kept moving, kept
accelerating.  Caleb worked his mouth down Sonny's body, sucking his chest
and nipples, licking and biting his stomach.  He pulled off Sonny's pants --
his cock caught on the elastic and slapped right back against his stomach.
Caleb nibbled around the soft skin of Sonny's pelvis, and when he got to
his pert pink cock he didn't hesitate -- he took it in his mouth, and sucked
it deep and tight.  It fit perfectly.  Sonny whimpered.
	Had they been viewing themselves in a rational state of mind, it
would have been like viewing someone else, something from which they would
have averted their eyes.  Caleb slurped his buddy's cock like a popsicle,
and Sonny swept his hands through Caleb's hair, fighting back his orgasm.
	Caleb ran his fingers underneath Sonny's balls.  He was so smooth
down there, so sweaty from their struggle, and his fingers just seemed to
naturally slide toward Sonny's hard asshole.  When his fingers made contact
both knew that it was right.  Sonny's whimpers became moans, and Caleb's
cock got impossibly harder.
	Caleb went down further, licking Sonny's taint.  His flesh was all
so clean, so smooth -- Caleb was barely aware of what area he was licking
until his tongue made contact with the tight ring of muscle between Sonny's
cheeks.  It wasn't bad, so he dug in deep, working Sonny's hole with his
tongue.  It was as if his cock knew where it wanted to go, and his tongue
was doing the preparation -- getting everything ready.
	He knew he was going to have to get it slick, so he made sure he
got Sonny's asshole wet and slobbery.  He pressed a finger to it and Sonny
took it in, his butthole like the mouth of a hungry baby.  It was hot in
there, and tight.  Caleb pumped his finger in and out, moving his hand up
Sonny's body.  Each muscle undulated as it met Caleb's hand.  He wrapped
his arm around Sonny's shoulders and pulled him up.  They kissed.
	Sonny bent forward and took Caleb's massive slab into his mouth.
It was a blowjob almost out of duty, with Sonny using more spit and slobber
than was necessary.  Both knew where they really wanted Caleb's cock to be.
All of this -- and it maybe only lasted ten minutes -- was a precursor to the
main event.
	Caleb raised Sonny's legs up into the air, lining his wet cock up
to his entrance.  Sonny looked down, holding his breath.  Keeping his cock
steady with one hand, Caleb pressed forward.  It took a minute, but then he
was inside.  Sonny thought the pain would matter more than it did, but his
ass let it in like a welcome friend, and then Caleb was balls-deep and they
were both where they wanted to be.

	They were where they had been last night.
	For Caleb, the night had seemed like a long continuation of the
same dream.  One minute they'd been doing shots in Sonny's bedroom, the
cards long forgotten, the room beginning to spin.  The next minute he was
waking up in the dark, in Sonny's bed.  He was fucking Sonny's ass, and it
felt wonderful.  Though he wasn't sure how he'd arrived there, he knew it
was okay, because Sonny was panting under him.  And Caleb had reached down
and felt that Sonny was just as hard as he was.
	So they'd fucked until they came, he in Sonny's ass and Sonny all
over the sheets.  Then they'd passed out a little, and later on they were
fucking again.  The second time lasted longer -- but then maybe it had been
several times that all merged together.  At any rate, it seemed like they
had fucked all night.  Had Sonny rode his friend's dick like a teenage girl
on a prized pony?  Had Caleb really opened his mouth to catch some of
Sonny's jizz?  Yes, yes, it seemed that they had.
	The experience had been a bit murkier for Sonny.  He wasn't sure
what had set the events in motion, though he'd been vaguely aware of
feeling his friend's hard cock pressed against him, and reaching down to
feel it -- but then he'd been very, very drunk.  When Caleb had taken hold
of him he'd just let go of everything and allowed him to take the lead.
His head had gone elsewhere, and all he knew was the pleasure of the
moment.
	Then he'd woken up in the cold light of day and everything had come
crashing down.

	Caleb had Sonny's legs in the air and he was thrusting into him
with no mercy.  He slipped his fat digit between Sonny's lips and Sonny bit
down on it, sucking it into his mouth as Caleb's thrusts got deeper and
harder.  Caleb instinctively knew that this was how his friend wanted it --
rough and unforgiving.
	They fucked almost in silence punctuated by deep, animalistic
grunts each time Caleb drove it all the way home.  Sonny's hole was tight
as a rubber band -- it felt great to Caleb, it felt like where his cock
needed to be.
	He flipped Sonny over and fucked him doggy style.  Sonny looked
back over his wide shoulders, down to his two mounds of butt that were
stuffed with Caleb's cock.  Caleb started stroking him.  It wasn't going to
be long.
	Sonny arched up and Caleb held his torso close, sucking on his neck
as he fucked into him.
	"Gonna fuckin cum," he whispered in Sonny's ear.  At those words
Sonny's cock jerked in his hand and started spraying cum like a fountain,
showering his smooth chest and abs.  Caleb lost it too, driving his monster
prick deep inside and letting it loose, shooting cum all the way up his
buddy's butt, holding still as he unloaded the first jet, then giving a
sharp jab, then more cum, another jab, more cum, until his balls were
empty.
	He ran his hand up Sonny's torso, smoothing Sonny's cum into his
skin like a lotion.
	They fell onto the floor on their backs, beside each other, gasping
for breath.  After a while, Sonny's breathing seemed to slow.  He was
falling asleep.  Caleb turned to his friend and held him, wrapping his arm
around his chest.  Sonny took hold of his hand and held it close to his
heart, his ass cupped by Caleb's pelvis, their bodies pressed close for
warmth and comfort.
	The weariness of exertion began to overtake Caleb, too.  Sonny was
fully asleep now.  They were holding each other on the hard floor. The
refrigerator kicked on.  *It's just another day,* he told himself, *just a
day like any other.*

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