Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2009 12:24:26 -0600
From: Denver Guy <sedenverguy@gmail.com>
Subject: One Sunny Afternoon (M/M)

This 90% FICTIONAL story contains consensual sex between two adult men who
met in College in Colorado. It also contains references to Marijuana and
poppers.  If you are under 18 or it is illegal to view this type of story
where you live, turn back now!!!

"Man, I always forget how much I love smoking a J." Craig took a long hit
off the joint in his fingers and handed it to Rob.

"Yeah man, I never forget" his strained words leaked smoke until both he
and Craig laughed.

"I can't believe I have been clean for a year and you break me with the
offer of one joint dude" Craig laid back on the old comfy couch sinking in
slightly, causing his legs to roll slightly towards the middle, meeting
Rob's.

"Just shows how much you needed it man." Rob too leaned back and looked up
at the tv.  It had been playing some god awful tv rerun for at least ten
minutes, silent in the background. "We need better entertainment man, lets
put in a movie or something."

	Craig nodded the affirmative and slid off the couch to go get his
dvds.  As he ascended the stairs to his bedroom to find his dvd book, Rob
remember the disk in his pocket and smiled.  A friend had let him borrow a
few dvds to burn and had included a few less "family appropriate" films.
One in particular was so hot that Rob had watched it at least five times in
the 3 days since he burned it, but never made it more than 10-15 minutes
before he was sweating and covered in his own cum.  Craig knew Rob was gay,
but Rob was not the type of guy who made it an issue or did things like
produce gay porn to watch on the spur of the moment.

	"fuck!" Craig's voice echoed from the upstairs.

	"what?"

	"I forgot I loaned all my dvds to your loser roommate to watch and
he was supposed to pick one or two and return them, but he took them all,
asshole." Both laughed a little as Craig descended the stairs and plopped
down next to Rob on the couch, the added sag causing them to be almost
totally in contact along their sides. "Did you bring any dvds man?"

	"well, technically yes" Rob smiled as his dick stiffened a little
in his jockstrap, another borrowed item from a "friend" who had taken
pictures of him in it just the night before.

	"well come on man, I am bored, stick it in" Rob laughed aloud as
Craig finished asking him to put in the porn film, filled with 15 and 20
men orgies, water sports, bare fucking and dungeon play.  He was tempted to
hand it over, but he knew that part of why he always had so many diverse
friends was by being himself, and himself was not okay watching the
favorite jerk material when he couldn't whip it out to play.

	"what? What is so funny? What is it porn or something?" Rob laughed
louder. "It IS porn! Man you gotta put it in! I have been sans sex for waay
too long and porn is always good for a little... reminder." Craig laughed
with Rob after saying that.

"Dude, you do remember who you are talking to right?" Craig seemed stoned
and confused, looking at Rob like the question was in Turkish. "Speaking of
reminders: I am your GAY friend, remember?" Rob laughed but felt his dick
twitch.  Why did it do that?

"So? I have never seen a gay porn man, I bet it is funny, stick it in!" Rob
laughed again, but this time his laugh was a little forced.  He had heard
right, Craig did want to watch the gay porn. Craig the skinny but sinewy 20
year old with the curly brown hair hanging over his perfect blue eyes, only
to be swept away by that same hand from earlier, this time looking long and
lean like any piano player's hands are.  Craig who made Rob laugh
uncomfortably to jokes about "making out" or "doing it in the pooper"
during parties in front of their friends. Craig who always made a point to
suggest skinny dipping, streaking, peeing in the middle of the street, or
just made it a point to walk around his house in as little as possible,
usually right when Rob was going to leave, then would mysteriously find a
reason to stay.  Craig who was now looking at Rob, Rob who'd been sitting
laughing quietly, more out of fear of Craig seeing this part of his life,
than of any true humor in the idea of watching porn that could get him off
faster than most real live men.

"what? Not going to give it up then? I guess that's cool" Craig began to
slide back into the couch as Rob finally released the small catch breath
waiting for the hidden cameras from "This is your life...perv" to jump out
from the closet or kitchen or basement or from behind the piano. But just
as all was well again, Craig bounced sideways landing firmly on Rob, facing
him, hands scraping wildly at his pockets, retrieving the dvd in the cheap
plastic jewel case from Rob's Jacket, before the Jacket's wearer had time
to defend himself.

"Ha! Got it, time to check this out!"

"Not funny dude, you won't like it I promise you. It is really raunchy,
like more than even I like" Rob lied, rather unconvincingly.

"Oh please man, then why was it in your pocket?" Craig had the dvd player
on and was placing the porn as Rob watched. He knew that jumping up to grab
the DVD would be awkward, and make them both uncomfortable, but leaving it
could mean Craig would see the video that Rob hated almost as much as he
loved, and he knew no good could come from that.  Only one thing to
do...keep lying and pray Craig isn't paying that much attention.

"Nah seriously, I haven't even watched the whole thing.  A buddy let me
borrow it, and I turned it off after two minutes when I realized how dirty
it was." Rob's dick was less hard now, fear overpowering hormones.

"So maybe you just watch the wrong part!" Then, as if Craig was reading
Rob's thoughts (or was just good at seeing the beads of sweat from across
the room), he said "I promise not to freak man, after all, you haven't seen
some of the porn on my computer." Craig returned to his spot on the couch,
scooping up the dvd remote and pressing play.

Immediately the screened filled with men, mostly from bad 70's pornos, with
background voices advertising sex lines that had probably been defunct for
years now.

"Awesome man!" Craig laughed and elbowed his buddy, who was now much less
relaxed on the couch, and sitting further and further away. ""This shit is
always so funny.  They always have this bullshit on straight porn too man,
ugly chicks with huge bushes taking three dicks at once and pretending they
LOOOVE it."

"I know man" Rob said, relaxing a little, realizing the hardcore anal sex
clips were not making his friend run for a bible and a gun.

"You do? You mean you've seen straight porn? Isn't that like watching your
worst nightmare? Hehe" Rob relaxed a little more as the focus shifted from
the screen to his past porn viewings.

"Nah man, after all, hot sex is hot whether you are gay or straight man, I
just hate bad shit like this where it is some big titted 40 year old taking
it in each hole, high on so many different substances that she ends up
forgetting the whole thing half way through and periodically raises her
head to ask when the dinner cart will be passing." Craig really enjoyed
that last joke, laughing hard as he reached into his pocket, retrieved the
remainder of the joint, and began searching for a lighter.

"Well you gotta have bad porn with gay guys too, I bet you get a lot of
those gay for pay guys who end up silent the whole time, obviously thinking
of some girl or turtle or some shit, only opening their eyes for the money
shot" Rob had to laugh now.  As Craig handed him the lit joint, he leaned
back into the couch fully, and was now retaining contact with the entire
left side of his bud.

"My, my Craig, how well you know the terminology!" Both giggled "Sounds
like you have seen a lot of porn."

"What? Everyone knows gay for pay and money shot man." Craig took a deep
drag as he finished his sentence, making a funny face to keep the smoke in
longer.

"Yeah everyone who gets paid to take it in the ass man!"Rob joined him in a
long hit.

"Whatever dude, they did a whole episode of `Tyra' on it." Craig said.

"So you watch `Tyra' and I am the homo? I think that show makes you gayer
than watching this" Craig lightly socked Rob in the arm, as Rob finished
the joint and put it out on a plate in front of them, left no doubt by one
of Craig's many roommates.  Who, by the way, Rob began to notice, were
mysteriously absent. "hey man, we aren't gonna get caught watching this
shit by Brian or Mike are we?"

"Nah dude, Brian is staying with his new chica tonight and Mike is visiting
his family in Wyoming." Craig once again remembered the viewing material,
just as the last preview for another bad porn film ended, and the menu
opened. Rob immediately recognized how easily Craig would be able to tell
that the "only watched two minutes" story was bull, as anyone could easily
tell what the film was like by the menu.  `Fuck, the menu!' Rob thought, `I
always skip through it so fast I forgot about the orgy.' And quite an orgy
it was.  The dvd menu consisted of a chain of 7 guys, all entangled with
each other, nude and hard as steel, each performing a different sexual act
with another, making a crude but effective ring of smut.

"Damn dude, this is" Rob held his breath again for a second. "this is
crazy! Regular porn never gets this nasty right away! I mean, not regular
porn, like, straight porn." Craig caught himself, silently chastising
himself for referring to the porn as `regular.' Craig had known that Rob
was gay since the first day he had known him, and for some reason, he
always felt like he had to make everything he said, and every reference to
anything gay, seem totally unbiased sexually. `Why do I always do that?'
Craig thought, as he went to press play, `He is cool with me being straight
and he knows I am cool with the gay thing, why do I always feel the need to
be middle of the ro-`

All thoughts in his head were shoved aside by the action in front of
him. "Damn, they really do start right off the bat" The screen featured one
man, mid to late twenties, tall, bulky, but with a tight stomach and
massive pecs and biceps, with three other men all suckling and nibbling on
his chest.  One on each nipple and one heading south to "Wow man, in
straight porn, it takes 10 minutes of bad plot before some bitch is sucking
a dick!"

Rob watched the screen nervously.  His dick had returned to full rigidity,
and was no fighting to be let loose, and one of his best friends was
sitting two feet away in only a t-shirt and some basketball shorts, with
his eyes practically glued to the screen. "The advantage of this type of
vid, I guess.  No plot, just plowing!" Rob laughed a little as he said
this, remembering that the line he'd just used was the same one that could
be found on the box of the dvd he had copied this from.

"Wow, they do seem to be...getting into it" Craig was like a voyeur at a
car accident, his eyes couldn't leave the screen if he tried.  His
telescopic focus was so well maintained, he did not even notice the bulge
growing from nothing to something in his own shorts. "It's like...It's
almost like they are really into it man."

"Yeah, this company is known for hiring only `real' guys, like guys who are
much less in it for the dough, and waaay more into it just for the chance
to get filmed getting fucked or pissed on or-" Craig broke out of his
trance for the first time since the movie began.

"Whoa, you mean guys get pissed on in this?" Rob was hesitant to respond,
but surprised to find that the tone of voice and look in his couch-mates
eyes did not scream gross as he expected, but more seemed to carry an edge
of excitement, like a child hearing about the rides at an amusement park he
is on his way to.

"Yeah" Rob surprised himself with his own level of comfort, slowly growing
with each positive or neutral reaction from Craig, "this one guys has three
guys pee on him, then takes each guy up the ass with no condom, before they
all blow all over him, and that's not even the wildest part." Rob realized
as he turned back to the screen that he had betrayed the fact he'd seen the
film (even if only in 10 minutes clips), but more than that, he was
surprised to find that his voice now shared that youthful enthusiasm of
what was to come.  Or cum...

For the next few minutes, the two friends sat entranced by the images in
front of them.  Perhaps it was the weed, or the hot afternoon, or the shots
of vodka the boys had taken while Rob rolled the joint, but it kept the
boys mostly still.  The only movement came when Craig would gasp or exclaim
"dude" or the similar, as a dick head would slip inside a previously tiny
ass hole, or as they watched a grown man receive a spanking from a guy
easily 6'6" tall, towering over his averaged sized, red-cheeked, moaning
friend.  Finally, as the scene climax approached, and all the men gathered
around a hairy, slightly balding man, already coated in jizz on his chin
and cheeks(the facial ones this time), Rob realized he was not the only one
rubbing himself obscenely.

"Enjoying the show?" Rob asked, emblazoned with liquor in his veins, smoke
in his lungs and a hard on stretching his shorts."

"Huh?" Craig didn't stop watching for a second as one hard long cock after
another deposited loads all over the cum hungry man in the center.  Craig
was astounded by the different varieties of orgasms he was witnessing.  The
quiet, shooter, drenching the cumslut from crotch to forehead, and even
getting the other men standing around him.  The loud man with the faucet of
sperm, who squeezed his balls and seemed to force the large, thick white
load from his dick.  The hairy moaner, who seemed to love the fingers
plying his asshole and nipples as he oozed all over the bitch's face.  The
semi-hard sprinkler, that never seemed to reach full erection, yet had the
added advantage of dispersing cum in every direction as his hand flailed
away.  Once each mind-boggling orgasm subsided, Craig hit pause, and fell
silent. `Uh-oh' passed through Rob's mind.

"Dude...that was...seriously...intense man.  It was just so
extremely...intense! I have never seen a guy have an orgasm like that in
any porno ever man! That was just...intense." Rob laughed at Craig's lack
of ability to think of any other word.  Intense was definitely a good one
though.  He could tell by the precum spot growing steadily in Craig's
basketball shorts, turning the hunter green nylon darker every second.

"Yeah man, that's the best thing about videos like this one, when the sex
is real, it is way more affecting." He quickly readjusted his own leaking
dickhead, trying not to stimulate it, as it seemed primed to blow, without
a single nudge or poke in at least 5 minutes.

"Do all guys cum so...differently? I know there's, like, secretors and
shooters, but that one guy shot buckets, everywhere!" Rob's crotch tingled
remembering his load from the night before, shooting well over the head of
his friend, and getting the wall behind him.

"Some guys shoot that far." Rob smiled.

"Dude, I think we should keep watching man, see what comes up next!" Craig
was bouncy again, and this time Rob could see the humor and wondered just
how far this would end up going before Craig realized his...predicament.

"Yeah man, just hit play"

"No man, I think we'd better watch this shit upstairs, I don't want one of
our neighbors glancing past a window and seeing 24 guys tied head to toe
forced to trade 69s on some shit like that.  We'd better move this up to my
room where there are actual curtains!" His voice spoke of action, but Craig
continued to sit, eyes on the paused screen.

"Yeah man, probably a good idea, plus that way we won't get cum on the
couch." Rob knew his statement was bold, but a long-held unrealized crush
and the weed continued to give him bravery he'd never known before.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, man, good point." Craig was obviously not paying attention,
so Rob raised himself on the couch, walked to the dvd player, hit eject and
only once the image of the cum covered and extremely happy man left the
screen, did the spell over Craig lift.

" Thanks man, lemme go up and set up the dvd player on my computer
upstairs, you wanna grab a couple beers for us?" Craig made no attempt to
hide his hard penis swinging off to the right slightly, with the head now
extremely obvious, as the wet nylon hung on it like it was the world's best
drying rack. Well, at least in Rob's mind.

"I will do you one better, you go set it up, and I will grab the beers AND
roll another joint" Rob pulled his sack from his pocket, shuddering
silently for a nanosecond at the sensation of the pants tightening and
loosening on his hard-on as his hand slipped in and out so near it.

"Sweet man, but if you'd rather, I know Mike has pipe on his bookshelf, he
might have even left his bong out somewhere in the basement if you look."
Craig gave his dick an unconscious squeeze as Rob handed him the dvd and
said "Deal!"

Rob's mind was wandering into fantasy lands of nude Craig's as he made his
way into the dark basement, used for little more than laundry and beer
pong, before the table got broken during a heated game between Mike and
Craig. Nothing too serious occurred, but a pretend slap fight meant to
receive claps and giggles ended up with Mike off balance, and the table
split in two.  Now the basement served the purpose of laundry and bong
storage.  Rob had known Mike just as long as he'd known craig, and in all
that time, had only smoked the bong once or twice as Mike felt it should
only be used in the case of "emergency or party." Rob quickly picked up the
glass pipe, and went to head upstairs, only stopping for one second to
notice the laundry basket marked C.C. Hmmm, Craig's initials...Rob set the
bong on the third step and walked quickly to the basket, only picking for
one second before he found what he sought: a jockstrap. Craig's jockstrap.
His dick gave a nice combination squirt and throb when he saw that the jock
was so near the top, meaning it was probably the same one Craig had worn
the day before when they went running and he bent to tie his show, lifting
his shirt, and revealing the tip top of his ass crack. But no time for
sniffing and jerking to memories now, Rob had the real thing waiting
upstairs...in a bedroom...setting up the gay porn...in the house by
themselves.  By the time this thought was completed, he had shoved the jock
in his pocket, retrieved the bong from the steps and was already half way
to the second story.

Craig had not noticed the few extra minutes that had passed, as his mind
was still in awe of the things he'd seen. Did men really enjoy getting
fucked that much? Was head from a guy that much better than from a woman?
Did it make that much of a difference sticking your dick in an ass over a
vagina? The last girl he fucked was so...bland. Only wanting to kiss (no
tongue), and get felt up, making sure to keep his hands far from her hair,
before slobbering half-heartedly on his dick for one minute before whipping
out a rubber, slapping it on, and laying down, presumably to be fucked like
a blow-up doll, but with less squeaking.  Craig had spent so many nights
envisioning good sex, hot sex, dirty sex, but his mind had never been
nearly as graphic or real as the video he'd just seen, and he'd only
watched the first scene! His hands shook as he inserted the dvd into his
reader, and his brain clicked.  He quickly opened a background program that
began to copy the dvd as they watched it, watching over his shoulder to
make sure Rob hadn't seen.  But why did he care what Rob had seen? Rob
brought the dvd, it wasn't like it was dirty to him.  But he had said it
was too dirty, what if Craig's excitement was making Rob think he was a
pervert! This thought was the first that reminded him to look down, at
which point his large wet spot made his jaw drop. Craig panicked, ripping
the shorts down his legs, and frantically turning in strange patterns
looking for his jockstrap to hold his dick down, he couldn't let Rob see
his dick like this! He would be mortified! But he couldn't stop watching,
not now when it was just beginning! He was never the type of guy who came
in the first ten minutes of any porn, but this one threatened him and he
wasn't even naked when it was happening! He kept searching pointlessly,
until he heard the creak of the steps coming upstairs, as Rob took them two
at a time. Without thinking, Rob jumped behind the door and planted himself
there.

"Hey man, I have the bong, lemme in!" Rob was practically giddy with
excitement to continue their "viewing" and see what it would lead to.

"Uh...yeah okay man, I...uh...did you get the beers too?" Craig wondered if
Rob could hear that he was naked from the waist down, and leaving a small
puddle of precum on the floor in front of the door.

"shit! No man, I forgot, be right back." Rob set the bong on the floor and
bounded back down the stairs, making a b-line for the kitchen. When he
began to mount the stairs once more, one hand holding four longneck beers,
the other digging into his pocket for his bottle opener keychain, he
realized that the jock in his pocket was about to make a very plain bulge,
next to his already growing one.  Without thinking, he quickly dropped it
to his feet as he picked up the bong, and hooked the toe of his shoe into
an elastic butt loop. He hoped he could kick it under a bed or something as
soon as he came in, but as he pushed open the door, his foot lost the loop,
as Craig pushed past him, shorts haphazardly reapplied to his waist, not
stopping as he rushed into the bathroom.

"Gotta pee!" he yelled, knowing full well he could never pee with his dick
this hard. The word pee in his brain shot the description of what was going
to happen to the men back into his mind. Wow, did he really say that one
guy was going to get peed on? That was gross...so wrong...so sick and
nasty.  Each word for "bad" only made his dick throb more. He tore apart
the bathroom, where was that damn jock?!?!?! Fuck it! Was finally the
decision, as he grabbed a drink of water, ran his fingers through his hair,
readjusted his askew shorts, regained his composure and stepped back into
the hallway.  From the door of the bathroom, he could just make out the
side of Rob's back as he sat on the end of the bed, loading a bong bowl,
and down at the floor, just outside his doorway...sat the jock.  Craig
smacked himself internally for being so stupid, and dashed to the door,
silently retrieving the undergarment off the floor. He sidestepped into the
door of his roommate's bedroom, and slid the shorts off, quickly put on the
jock, forcing his hard dick to lay flat against his slight, but still
present abs, and recovered them with the shorts, which now had a dark spot
drying slowing on the right side. One more slow breath, and he stepped back
in the room.

"Hey sorry man, too many beers earli-" As quickly as his brain came up with
an excuse as to why they should watch something else, the image of the menu
screen, which had now loaded and played on his computer, made Craig fall
right back to thinking with his cock.

"I feel ya man, I think we both need this bong bowl to help us relax." Rob
sat with his hands on the bed, propping himself upright, so he could see
the screen, as well as Craig's reflection in it.  Craig mindlessly walked
back to the computer, clicked chapter selection and hovered over two, only
glancing away momentarily to make sure he was right, before double
clicking, and moving to the bed next to Rob.  Rob did not fail to notice
the lack of outlined penis in his friend's shorts, causing a quick drop in
his spirits that was quickly replaced as Craig bent closer to the screen to
start the scene, causing his shirt to lift and reveal the waist band of a
jock strap.  Rob's mind went ablaze with alarms, all ringing in his dick
and balls. Was that the very same jock he had just pulled from the hamper?
The very same jock he had secretly sniffed once more as his buddy ran into
the bathroom? It had to be, no straight guy owns more than one jockstrap if
he is not playing sports. Right? Rob himself had a collection of
jockstraps, including the one he was wearing now, he had 6.  One had a mesh
pouch, one was bright red, one was designed to make you look bigger, a few
"normal" ones, and then the one he was wearing now, which had the rip away
pouch for easy access. Throb.  Throb.  He decided it was nothing to get
excited over, Craig was just trying to be modest, not sexy. He'd need to
say that a couple more times at least before it would stop making him leak
though.  The thought of eating out Craig's ass, just below his tan line, so
white and pale in comparison to his peachy skin. Throb. He took a big hit
of the bong and began to cough.

"You okay man? That was a monster hit." Craig patted Rob's back, slowly
turning it into a circular rub.

"Yeah man, that feels good though, don't stop" Rob let his head drop
forward as he could hear the beginnings of scene two not far in front of
him, a man about Craig's age being tied to a sex cross by an older man with
a beard, leather chaps, and a cock ring on, and nothing else. Rob moaned at
the same time the boy being tied down did, and Craig's dick made its best
attempt to escape his jock.  He began to moan himself, but stifled it
quickly, instead turning it into a half cough and reaching for the bong.

Craig's eyes closed as he took the long hit from the water pipe, and when
they reopened, a new wave of high swept over him, right as the bearded man
ripped the last shred of pants off of the boy Craig's age.

"Damn that jock looks just like the one I am wearing!" Craig mused, not
stopping to think what Rob might think.  He immediately chided himself for
being so foolish, until it was squelched by the thought that he could be
the boy being tied down.  His dick again strained against the elastic waist
band on his jock.

"Does it really?" The question was out of Rob's mouth quicker than he
thought possible.  He knew the jock looked like the one on the video, after
all he had seen it up close only five minutes ago, but he had to see if
Craig was really getting into it like he had so many times.

"Yeah." A frog caught in Craig's throat, as the next statement poured out
of him. "You wanna see?"

"Yeah man, lemme see if you are right." Craig slowly stood, forcing his
mind to think of nothing but what he was watching, and lowered his shorts,
only stopping on the way up to readjust his hard-on so it poked out at a
much more comfortable angle. Rob watched that smooth ass sit back next to
him, and he wondered if this is how he would die.  He quickly unbuttoned
his polo and threw it off, leaving him in a white undershirt, with slight
rings of dampness near this lower back and pits, his shorts, the tear away
jock (throb) and his sandals.  He was about to take off the sandals, when
he thought better.

"Hey Craig, why don't we scoot up to the head of the bed so we can lean
back/" Craig didn't respond, he simply did as he was told, his eyes not
leaving the screen.

"why don't you take another hit off the bong man?" Rob handed him the bong,
and Craig sucked another huge milky white load of smoke into his lungs. He
was about to release it when-\

"Hold it in as long as you can Craig." Craig sucked his breath back in,
holding the smoke inside until his vision began to blur.  The panic he felt
over not being able to see the screen caused him to cough as he exhaled.

"Oh here man, take a swig of this." Rob handed an open beer to Craig, who
downed half the bottle in two gulps. Rob downed half of his bottle as well,
trying to keep from creaming right then and there. He sat close enough to
Craig to feel the body heat rising off of him, and knew it would only take
a slightly bend of the elbow for him to be feeling up his friend. He peered
out of the corner of his eye at Craig, still transfixed, and saw him tweak
a nipple right as the man on screen tweaked the younger man's nipple. Rob
watched a thick finger from the man slide inside the boy's mouth, seeing
Craig slide a finger in his own mouth. He wasn't just interested in it, he
wanted to be in it! THROB!  THROB! Rob was about to pull down his own
shorts when he heard a slight gasp from his headboard neighbor, he looked
up and saw the older man pulling a string of anal beads from a trunk on the
floor, prelubed, and begin inserting them into the boy's ass.

"What are tho-" Craig once again caught himself asking questions he wasn't
sure he was ready to know the answers to, and returned his focus to the
screen.  Now that he'd lost concentration for a second, however, he
realized that he was sitting on his bed, extremely high, hard as he'd ever
been, in only a jock, watching not only gay porn, but kinky gay porn, and
it was all he could do not to run to the computer and think "How do I find
out what the mysterious blue plastic balls disappearing in my ass...I mean
that guy's ass are?" But there was no way he could, he was already so
humiliated sitting here like this.  Another squirt of precum shot out at
that thought. He was suddenly very aware of how exposed he was and how
clothed the "actually" gay guy was!

Rob could tell that whatever question had broken Craig's concentration was
threatening to end Rob's fun, so he quickly jumped in.

"Those are anal beads, have you heard of them?" The mere mention of the
name made Craig's eyes jump back to the screen, his hands (which had been
moving to cover his crotch) now dropped to his legs and began slowly
rubbing from hip to knee. He nodded yes.

"Apparently, they stimulate the prostate.  You know what that is right?
Another nod. "That's why guys like to be fucked so much, all the nerves in
the prostate." This time it was Craig's dick that throbbed. Rob smiled to
himself, and while moving as little as possible (so as not to spook the
poor boy) he removed his own shorts, leaving him in his tear away jock,
which had another advantage of looking normal until you pulled the snap at
the top and all of a sudden had a hard on in your face. The man on screen
pulled the anal beads from the boy's ass slowly as Craig continued rubbing
his legs, sliding more and more to the inside every time they neared his
crotch. Once the balls were removed, the man pulled out a butt plug,
slathered some extra lube onto it, and began pushing it into the boy's
formerly taut anus.

" That's a butt plug. You heard of that" Craig began to nod automatically,
when his brain and body caught up, and he realized he had not.

"Nuh-uh" Craig said.  His eyes wanted to watch the tight ass swallow the
large rubber cone, but strayed when he heard his friend's low, masculine
voice begin to describe it.

"Butt plugs are usually used to help loosen your ass, so it is easier to
get a huge dick inside you." Rob watched as Craig glanced slightly at Rob
on the words "loosen your ass" and "huge dick." Craig was finally starting
to bridge the gap between the video and real life, and Rob knew his time
was getting closer. He quickly looked for the things in the video that he
wouldn't know if it weren't for his own education at the hands of many
experienced lovers.

"That thing he is tied to? That's a sex cross." A glance from Craig. "And
that thing in his mouth? That's a bit, like a horse wears." Craig leaned
closer to the screen, but also closer to Rob. "It keeps him quiet, or,
well, quieter." Rob said the last words with a tint of innuendo that caused
Craig to smile and glance at him eye to eye for a half-second.  "There's
lots of stuff in this video you use to ride you know?" Rob expected the
usual glance and grunt, but was much happier with the new response.

"Yeah...like...like what?" This got a whole 3 or 4 seconds of eye contact
before Craig zoomed back to watching the video, his leg rubbing getting
faster again.

"Well like that older guy, the hot hairy one," was that a slightly moan
from Craig? No must have been the movie. "Those leather pants he's wearing
that are missing the ass and crotch" that one was a definite moan from
Craig, and a longer glance. "they are chaps, like a cowboy wears to ride
his pony." Craig sucked in a huge breath of air, and seemed to change his
rubbing so it was moving closer and closer...

"And the leather criss-crossing the boy's chest? That's called a
harness. It will give the Master" Rob put some extra emphasis on that word,
causing Craig's breathing to heighten and his rubbing to move to just the
edge of the jock. "something to hold on to when he Fucks his BOY in the
ASS..." Rob built that last sentence as he said it, letting each word hit
like bomb, finally whispering the word ass at the end.  He watched as
goosebumps spread up and down Craig's body.  Right as Rob began to think he
was finished, too close himself to cumming to keep going without seriously
embarrassing himself or getting it all over Craig, he heard the first real
complete sentence out of Craig's mouth in a solid half hour of watching the
boy being prepared to be fucked.

"So, the guy...the...Master." THROB "he is gonna...you mean, he is
gonna..." Craig finally held eye contact with Rob, pleading with him to
finish what they'd started.

"Fuck. His. Boy." Rob lingered on each word as if it was the most important
thing he'd ever said.  Craig's eyes went from astonishment to fear to
questioning to excited (or at least what Rob hoped was excited) before he
turned back to the video, just as the Master released the boy, and moved
him into a sling.

"What's that? What is he doing in there?' Craig's hand slid into his
crotch, and he slowly leaned into Rob until his head practically rested on
Rob's.

"That's a sling. He is gonna tie that boy in that sling and use it to fuck
the shit out of him" Rob's eye never went to the screen, his mouth stayed
dangerously close to Craig's ear.  Luckily, he had watched this scene so
many times, he knew exactly what was cumming.

"What is he doing now?"

"He is restraining his arms and legs, after all this is the Boy's first
time being made a man, and it will hurt a little at first."

"But then...then it feels ...good, right?" Craig turned back to Rob, their
faces so close that each could taste each other's breath.

"Oh yes. It feels better than anything else in the world" Craig broke the
stare and turned forward, not flinching or retreating as Rob put his arm
over Craig's shoulders and began to stroke his back and over the shoulder
down to his nipple.  Rob decided by the time he was done, he would know
every goose bump on this boy's body.

"What is that thing around his..."

"Cock?" Rob felt the word vibrate through Craig's chest. "That's a cock
ring? It will keep him extra hard so it is really easy to fuck his boy's
ass." Rob watch as Craig's hands encircled his own package through his
jockstrap, providing a crude and ineffective cock ring of his own.  Rob was
sure Craig was ready.

"How about pulling your dick out of the side of your jock, and I will show
you how that really feels." Rob watched as Craig's eyes went in and out of
focus before he turned back to Rob's gaze, not submissive, but drunk on
lust, and very willing, and nodded his head. Rob kept his eyes on Craig's
as they tipped their heads down and Craig's hand slowly pulled his hard
dick out of the left side of his jock.

"The balls too." Craig kept his one hand on his dickhead, for modesty? He
wasn't even sure what he was doing at that point.  No thought other than
"YES! NOW!" streamed through his mind. And with his other hand, he
retrieved his testicles, usually low hanging and uneven, now both pulled up
tighter, if still not pressed against the crotch.

"Good boy." As soon as the words were said, Rob began to regret them, and
Craig lost all control. Rob was sure Craig would freak out and begin to
yell things about "not being Your boy, faggot!" He was just as sure as
Craig was that from that point forward, he was not going to second guess a
single thing Rob asked of him all night.  He went from observing his sexual
experimentation to living it, and now that he was involved, he wanted to do
it all and know it all.

"What next...Sir?" THROB THROB THROB.

"Don't call me sir Craig, it is still me." Rob pulled Craig closer to him
and lowered his other hand to Craig's dick, and slowly stroked it. "We have
plenty of time, and lots of things to try, but in the end, we are still
friends, right?" Nope this was it, this would be what scarred off Craig for
good. Once he realized Rob was not a sex god, just his buddy, he would
freak, run, laugh it off as a joke, but never-

"I know that Rob, we are still friends, best friends man." Rob smiled and
turned Craig's face back to the screen, as the Master worked a huge dildo
in and out of his boy's ass.

"I know that one, that's a dildo.  He is getting...fucked with a
dildo. That's so hot." Rob agreed silently, by squeezing Craig's dick just
a little, evoking a mix between a squeak and a moan.

"Watch this." Craig lifted his eyes from his dick, albeit reluctantly, and
watched as the master tore the dildo from the boys hole, and replaced it
just as fast with his hard dick, burying it in one move.  Right as he did
that, Rob slid his hand from the hard thick meat he found so hard to let go
off, down into the smooth crack of Craig's ass, which was impossible to
resist.  The gasp that came from Craig was awesome, and Rob could tell that
Craig would have cum if anything had touched his dick just then.  Craig
watched the boy's ass swallowing the big dick, and could see the rapture on
the boy's face, and mumbled something Rob could barely hear.

"What did you say?"

"I said...dothattome"

"What?"

"I said, please, do that to me." THROB THROB THROB THROB

"Of course I will...soon enough, we should start slow and-"

"No, I want to do that first" Rob could not believe his ears, but he
started to as he felt Craig wriggle and squirm until the finger that had
been petting his hole went two knuckles deep in one sharp move.  Craig held
perfectly still for a moment, and then relaxed again, taking his own dick
in one hand and laying the other one Rob's leg.

"Ok, that first" Rob wiggled his finger and Craig groaned. Rob picked up
the hand from his leg, put it on his jock, and pressed it in. Craig soon
had the idea and began to squeeze and rub the thick, still covered penis.

"Can I take it out?" His eyes sought Rob's, and knew the answer before Rob
did.  He began to fish it out the side, like he had with his own hard-on,
but Rob stopped him, and pulled the snap, and one by one, a dozen hidden
snaps clicked and his hard throbbing penis bounded into the room.  Craig's
eyes got large, and a slight smile crept across his face, as he rubbed and
stroked the now bare flesh of Rob's dick. The dick that was about to fuck
him.

Craig continued to stroke and ride Rob's finger, occasionally watching
Rob's chest or face, or watching the precum slip out of his dick head, and
once in awhile returning to the screen. Rob pulled slowly out of Craig's
ass with his finger, and reached for his pants that lay next to them on the
bed, quickly pulling out a small container of lube, half empty from the fun
with Jockstraps the night before, and a small brown bottle of poppers.  He
had only used them a handful of times himself, but feeling that tight ass
twitch as he sunk his digits inside it, he knew Craig would need all the
help he could get.

"I want you to lay down on the bed, on your stomach, facing the screen."
Craig's breathing quickened, and he released Rob's penis, with some delay
to stop and enjoy one last stroke, before doing as he was told.  He felt
the warm breath of Rob sliding down his body, until he could feel it on his
butt cheeks.  He tensed as he felt them being pried apart, having to tell
his brain over and over "I want this so badly, I want this so badly, just
relax, I want this so badly..." He assumed that like the boy on the screen,
his ass would be loosened by toys.  Where they would come from, he had no
clue, and didn't seem to care about, but when he felt Rob begin to kiss
down his ass crack, it was all he could do not to break his promise to
himself and yell "what are you doing!?!?!" Once he felt that warm tongue
touch his asshole though, he knew exactly what was being done.  He dropped
his head and bit the bedspread beneath him, the same bedspread he honestly
believed would never see two men naked, ever.  He could feel as the tongue
went from warming him up to full on tongue fucking, at which point he felt
no shame in thrusting back to meet.  His hands ached to hold his cock and
beat off, or to hold Rob's again.  For a nanosecond, he wondered if it was
wrong to want to hold another man's dick, but it passed as soon as he felt
the tongue pass over his willing hole again.  He looked back up as the
master in the video moved on from a slow gentle love making, to really
pounding his boy's hole, and began to wonder more things.  Questions seemed
not only okay now, but accepted, and he had plenty.

"What is that guy sniffing out of that bottle? Are they using a condom? Are
you gonna use a condom? Next time, can we try one of those swing things? Do
you have hand and leg restraints? Wha- OH! A firm but not harmful smack on
his right ass cheek silenced him and the tongue pulled out of his relaxed
hole with a slop sound.

"Don't worry about next time, and don't worry about this time.  I know what
I am doing.  As for the little brown bottle, it is called poppers, it will
help you relax if you take a whiff. And as for a sex SLING, let's wait and
see how you like it when we take it easy before I put you in something
meant for pounding." As quickly as the tongue was out of him, a finger had
taken its place, covered in some sort of cooler slimy substance. Craig had
to only think for a second before he realized it was lube, like the kind he
used to fuck his girlfriends...If he decided to fuck his girlfriends after
this, who knows if he'd waaaa- a second finger popped in.  It was slightly
uncomfortable, like being constipated , but not bad.  Craig still wondered
what the big deal was, until the two fingers readjusted and WHAM stroked
across his prostate.  All of a sudden, there was a new world of joy in
Craig's life, it was like he was going to cum, but from the inside out.  He
spread his legs and dropped his head to the bed again, as his hole began to
twitch and tighten with each pulse of his prostate.

" It's okay man, just breathe, I know it can hurt a little at first but-"

"Hurt? Are you kidding, that's awesome man, keep going, please...Please!"
Craig raised his hips from the bed and spread his legs at the same time,
bringing the pressure on his Prostate to full.

"FUCK! I know what you see in it now! God it's like...it's like...sex with
Jesus!" Rob tried not to laugh as he watched his fingers riding in and out
of his friends previously untouched ass, but the holy reference was too
much and he and Craig both began to laugh at the same time.  Rob noticed
that as Craig laughed, his hole fluttered in and out, open and closed, and
he proceeded to use it to his advantage and slide a third finger in.  The
laughter quickly turned into a moan.  Craig felt some of the discomfort
now.  It was still more pleasure than pain, but he knew that Rob's dick was
gonna be bigger, so he had only six words left to say.

"Do it now, and go slow." Rob took a second for a silent thank you to the
heavens, reached into his coat, and felt his heart drop...no
condoms...fuck.  His heart beat increased, he could feel the sweat begin to
break out.  Here was his sexy, half naked crush, begging him to fuck him
slow, and he had no condoms. Only one hope left.

"Craig, do you have a rubber?" Craig lifted his head off the bed and
regained

focus on the screen just long enough to see that the Master, who was now
making his boy ride him like a pony (a thought Craig kept in mind), had no
condom on.

	"Probably somewhere, can't you fuck me without it? I have never
been fucked before...scouts honor." He turned over his left shoulder with a
wicked grin and three fingers held in scouting position.  Rob raised an
eyebrow, and gave him another smack on the ass.

	"Fucked or not, you have had sex before, and so have I, we need to
play it safe here!" Craig looked away, almost as if he was hurt.

	"it's just...I haven't done anything with anyone in a long time,
and I have been tested a few times in the past few months, and I know you
get tested because you always make such a big deal about it with us guys,
can't we...just once...?"  Rob wanted to so badly.  He had never fucked
anyone bare, not even his first guy back in high school, even though they
were both virgins and it only lasted about one and a half minutes.  Even
then he was safety boy, always the first one in line when a teacher handed
out the condoms in gym, always bringing six extras with him on every date,
always buying in bulk so he could never run out! But here was his dream
come true, asking for it, and his armor cracked.  Rob leaned in to Craig,
and for the first time, he kissed him, long, firm, but gentle and
passionate.  Craig almost pulled back, as every thing any kid in middle
school had ever said about kissing boys came flooding into his
head. Almost. Instead he realized that this kiss was from someone who not
only wanted him desperately, but also from someone who knew exactly what to
do to make them both extremely happy and finally free, so he kissed back.
And he used tongue! Almost immediately Craig was flipped to his back as Rob
continued the barrage of kissing.  Craig began to hyperventilate (or so he
thought) as Rob moved to his ear, his jaw line, his nipples, his shoulder
blades, the nape of his neck, anywhere and everywhere he could while still
staying near his face. Craig used his own hands to scratch and rub Rob's
back and ass, pulling him closer.  He ran his hands though Rob's hair, and
said "please." Rob looked up at him, raised Craig's legs off the bed and
into the curve of his elbows and slowly, very, VERY slowly applied the head
of his dick to the tight, pulsating hole. Craig continued to claw at Rob,
wanting him closer again, only stopping as the thick head slipped just
inside his anus.

	"Whoa!" Both froze as Craig heard the word slip from his mouth, not
realizing he'd said it.

	"You okay man?" Craig pried open his eyelids and stared up into
Rob's face, awash in concern.  The look they shared told them both what
they needed to know, and Rob slowly began to slide in again.  Over the next
five minutes, Rob's thick cock continued it's voyage into virgin territory,
stopping every 30 seconds for Craig to moan, and breath, and share another
look to restart the journey.  When Rob finally felt his balls rest snuggly
in the curve of Craig's ass, he knew they were almost there.

	"It's all the way in Craig" Craig looked at him with disbelief,
until Rob slowly withdrew an inch and sunk it back to balls deep.

	"It IS in.  Wow man, I feel so full. I didn't think I would feel so
completely full." His raspy words gave away the slight discomfort he was
still experiencing, yet also betrayed his pleasure when he would move just
enough, and have it rub across his prostate, sending waves of pleasure out
through his limbs ending by making his eyes open wider and wider.  Rob felt
the cold plastic bottle in his hand, shook it and quickly unscrewed the
cap.  Sure that Craig was watching, he brought it to one nostril and
sniffed and then the other, holding it in after each.  He knew it would be
hard not to slam this perfect hole once the poppers hit him full force, but
he also knew it would be easier than explaining, as well as giving them one
more moment to connect.  Craig, obviously getting the idea, reached to
Rob's hand and retrieved the bottle.  Inside was liquid with a tiny white
ball floating in it.

	"Cover the top with your finger and shake it up, then wipe the top
off, hold it just below your nostril, close the other one and take a
whiff." Craig did as he was told, wondering what would be so magical about
some bottle.  He held in the first nostril hit for only a second, before
exhaling and doing the other.

	"Hold this one in longer this time, okay?" Craig nodded lightly,
feeling his hole squeeze Rob dick. As he began to breathe in the second
hit, the first hit washed over him, and it was only through Rob keeping eye
contact that he remembered to hold it in.  About ten seconds later, they
both hit, and the slight discomfort in his ass turned into the best fucking
feeling he had ever had.

	"Now, Fuck me now!" Rob began to slowly move in and out of Craig,
first centimeter by centimeter, then inch by inch, and finally a few long
deep strokes all the way in and almost the whole way out.  Craig couldn't
believe the feelings as Rob thrust against his prostate again and again.
It was indescribable, but the closest words he could find were: perfectly
where he was supposed to be.

	"Now, really fuck me man!" Craig got louder, going from pleading to
commanding.  Rob heard his cue and began to speed up his thrusts.  Each one
began to rocket them closer together, as Craig's legs moved from Rob's
knees to over his shoulders.  The exquisite pain of his legs stretching
back towards his head only made the fucking feel that much better.  Rob
watched as the pain began to come back onto Craig's face, and quickly
squirted a dollop of lube onto his dick before driving it back in, and
watching the pain disappear.  As the thrusts got more intense, both began
to lose control.  At 20 years old, Craig had usually experienced better
orgasm with his hand than with his sexual partners, and even with all the
girls who got him off with a hand job in the high school locker room, or a
sloppy, toothy blow job in the back seat of a car, or a quick fuck before
returning to a party and hitting on one of his roommates, not one of them
was able to get even close to what he was feeling now.  His hands were now
alternating between pulling his legs closer and pulling Rob in for hot
kisses, his toes curling more than his hair. At 24, Rob had always known
the joys of sex with men, but so few wanted it this badly, needed it like
Craig did.  Even the guys who would pull him in to fuck them harder were
usually only doing it because they were so loose that they only felt the
deep thrusts.  He had been fucked a handful of times as well, and while the
anal orgasm added a whole level of goodness, it was still no where close to
this.  This was the boy who had teased him with stories of making out with
a guy in high school on a dare, or always told him how he felt that Rob's
wide chest, thick arms and thighs, and bubble butt made him the perfect
body type.  How many times had he caught himself envisioning exactly this
moment, but then forced it to stop, because it could never happen. He'd
never let himself get to the end, but he was about to end, whether he
wanted to or not.

	Craig started feeling it first.  Without any hands, he knew he
couldn't cum. It was usually a two handed job anyway, one for his balls,
and one for his thick meat.  Now his balls were resting in the short soft
patch of pubes above Rob's dick, and the only thing to touch his dick were
the downy dark hairs leading from Rob's wide pecs down to his belly button.
But apparently, Craig was wrong.  About ten minutes in to his cherry
popping, Craig had a sudden urge to pee...but the urge got stronger, and he
slowly realized it was not coming from his bladder, but someplace deeper.
Then, as if an earthquake hit only his body, every limb and joint
tightened, his short fingernails did as much damage as they could do to
Rob's arms, and he came...oh boy did he cum.

	"Rob...I...I think I gotta pee...I ...oh...goh...no, I'm
gonna...gu...I need to cuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUM" His head thrashed from side to
side as spurt after spurt shot up, hitting Rob's chin and goatee, his pecs,
neck and belly.  The first few spurts were so strong, much of it reflected
off of Rob's chin and chest and proceeded to cover Craig's thighs, smooth
chest, chin, nose, cheeks, he even got a little on his fore head.  Seeing
this was too much for Rob, and combined with the tightening of the already
vice-gripped ass on his cock, he too lost all control.

	"Oh fuck that's hot, I'm cumming to Craig, I'm cumming too!" Grunts
and groans began the load, as Rob pulled out, and though he tried to aim
entirely for the hot hole and dick in front of him, he was unsuccessful,
and his load shot almost straight up into the air, even with his dick
pointed down. From the end of his dick, all the way to the end of the bed
and a little way beyond, Rob's first few shots got out of his cock like
they were being chased by a monster.  And technically they were being
chased by a monster load.  13 shots later, Craig was covered from the waist
up.  He had it in his hair, on his eyelids (which he was smart enough to
close), his cheeks, chin, lips, neck, pecs, shoulders, arms, and even
little pools of cum in his bellybutton and the nape of his neck. Rob's
first thought after a load like that is usually "Better get the guy a
towel." Had his brain been active, perhaps he could have. Instead, he
almost collapsed on top of Craig's still-moaning form, kissing him, rubbing
the cum in, slurping it off of his body and feeding it back to him.  After
each drop was either soaked into his skin or shared on their tongues, Rob
rolled off of Craig, and smiled to himself.  It was everything he'd never
let himself dream and more. And Craig? Rob's heart sank.  Part of the
reason Rob never really been with someone he'd liked this much, hell, LOVED
this much was the ramifications of what might happen after.  Rob quickly
steeled himself against the coming storm, ready for tears, screams,
punches, whatever would come.

	Craig lay on the bed, sticky, with hard patches forming where the
cum had already dried, and wondering what this meant.  Once his breathing
became less labored and his mind was done with the aftershocks of that
AMAZING orgasm, what would it mean for him.  He slowly rolled to a sitting
position, and Rob cringed.  Could Craig not even face him?

	"I think...I need a shower." He stood and slowly, and very
unsteadily walked to his door, reaching for a towel off of his desk chair
as he passed.  Rob felt the part of him inside that was about to break, and
told it not to do that, at least not while Craig was in the room.  He
slowly rolled to sitting, facing the door, ready to get dressed and leave
once Craig was in the bathroom.

	"You wanna join me?" Rob looked up to see Craig, his usual silly
smile where it always was. "If you're good, I let you drop the soap first."

	"I think I know how to drop the soap sir, after all, I am the
experienced one at this."

	"Not anymore, after watching that video and that fuckfest, I am
pretty sure I can take on any porn star in the business." Rob moved into
Craig and began sliding his hands up and down his sides, as he kissed his
neck, only stopping for one quick note.

	"Ah, but you still haven't been taught oral Grasshopper."

	"Well bring the bong and the beers and those popper thingies, oh,
and the lube, and maybe I'll teach you something." They kissed again, Rob's
heart pounded extra hard.  He knew the likely hood of this lasting beyond a
few nights of fun was slim, but if they were even half as fun as this
afternoon, it'd be worth it.

Four hours later, two showers and 5 orgasms between them, Rob and Craig
finally passed out together on the couch downstairs, surrounded by an empty
bottle of lube, 6 or 7 bottles with drops of beer inside, and two more
joint stubs, ground into nothing. Rob dreamt of cows, seaweed, paper plate
monsters, all sorts of random things.  But no dreams about Craig.  Craig
dreamt the whole night about making love to Rob and woke two or three times
during the night to be sure this wasn't some bizarre, but awesome sex
dream.

	The next morning...

Brian struggled to balance his overnight bag, his laptop bag and his keys
as he tried to unlock the door to his house.  Finally, after dropping the
keys too many times to count, he began pounding on the door.  By the fifth
pound, a smiling Craig opened the door, dressed only in a pair of
basketball shorts with some weird stain on them.

"Dude, you are such a freak show, don't you have clean clothing, that has a
huge stain on it! You should wash it before it sets or whatever."

"Nah, this stain has sentimental value, how is Erica?"

"Fine, I guess, this is the third weekend in a row that she doesn't want to
fuck, and I am getting blue balls man.  I might need to borrow a porno or
something." Craig laughed.

"what?" Brian's look at Craig reminded him of all the times they'd seen
each other naked or jerking accidentally, and although he saw those images
differently now, he wasn't turned on by Brian.  But still no reason for
Brian to know what happened...

"Hey man, what's up?" Rob bounded down the stairs, two at a time, buttoning
the top button on his polo as he came up and gave Brian the brotherly
hug/pound.

"Hey man, what are you doing here so early."

"Oh Craig and I went to a bar last night and got trashed, so we walked back
here and I crashed on the couch." Craig smiled behind Brian, feeling his
dick getting hard again at mere mention of the couch.

"Cool, well I need a shower desperately and then I am gonna try to get some
homework done before I head back to the land of sexless girlfriend's
tonight, what are you guys planning on for the day?"

"I am gonna go grab a shower at my place, and then who knows?" Rob said,
sliding on his shoes as he walked to the door.

"Don't you remember? You promised we would go to the same place as last
night, I still need to show you my moves, after you showed me yours." Craig
said, wiggling his hips, causing Rob and Brian to laugh.

"Watch out Rob, Craig can dance man, he always get laid that way." Brian
finished his thought as he climbed the stairs to take a shower.

"I sure as hell hope that's not the only way I can get laid." Craig
whispered to Rob, sliding his hand down Rob's shorts, and grabbing the
well-used, and yet still ready to play parts.

"We'll see"



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