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Chapter 3: Daybreak
After Greg finished, Aaron pulled him up to his feet and kissed him passionately, his tongue tasting the sweetness of his own cum and Greg's. They were both sweaty and spent. Greg stumbled a bit as they walked toward the king bed. Aaron sat on the edge and pulled Greg down to him.
He wrapped his arms around his friend holding him tightly against his body. He positioned his deflating cock in between Greg's ass cheeks.
"That's for later," his whispered into Greg's ear before he started nibbling on the lobe. Aaron's mind started racing with thoughts of all the fun they were going to have, and they drifted off into sleep.
Aaron awoke first with a slight headache. They had overdone it a little with the drinks. And everything else. Sex between them had always been a little aggressive, but Aaron was worried he might have gone too far. They were still spooning when Greg started to stir.
"Umm, dude. I'm sorry if that was a bit much," Aaron said softly.
"Don't be an idiot," Greg replied. Then he reached back and grabbed Aaron's dick. It was flaccid but hardened quickly as he worked it with his hand, pressing it into his ass crack and rubbing it against his hole. "Now stop being a pussy and fuck me. There's lube on the nightstand."
Aaron's erection was at full mast. He reached for the bottle, squirted some on his hand, and started to work it on the length of his thick, veiny cock. Then he turned his attention to Greg's hole. He worked his fingers inside one at a time, opening him up. Greg moaned with pleasure. Aaron pulled his fingers back and positioned his cock head. In one thrust he pushed his way in, up to the hilt.
Greg screamed a little into a pillow.
"That feels just like I remember," he sad into Greg's ear as Greg let out a guttural moan. He sorted working his cock in and out. Fucking slowly and deeply. Always pulling nearly all the way out, before thrusting all 8 inches back in.
"You got anything going on this weekend?" Aaron asked coyly.
"For you, I'm wide open," Greg responded with a grin.
They continued fucking, occasionally switching positions, for nearly an hour.
"Oh fuck that ass feels good," Aaron said. "I'm not gonna last much longer."
"Breed my ass dude. I want to feel you cum inside me!" Greg shouted. Aaron thrust a few more times and began unloading his cum. His balls tightened as wave after orgasmic wave ripped through his body. He kept his softening cock in Greg's ass as Greg moved his hand to his own cock. It was ready to burst but Aaron swatted his hand away.
"Nope. I wanna keep you horned up and ready for more," he said. Greg nodded his head in agreement.
Aaron got off his bud and went into the bathroom. He called back to Greg, "you gonna get you bitch ass in here and clean me up or not?"
Greg quickly leapt off the bed and to his feet.
"No dude. Crawl."
Greg did as he was told and dropped to his hands and knees. He quickly made his way into the bathroom to taste his second load from Aaron. He greedily worked his tongue up and down his cock and balls. Sucking up every last drop. Aaron reached behind to Greg's ass and worked his fingers into his loose hole, scooping out a little more of his still hot load. He smeared it across his friend's face before sticking his fingers down his throat. "That's a good fag."
When he was done licking Aaron's fingers clean, Aaron lifted Greg to his feet. On the bathroom counter he saw a large black butt plug. He grabbed it and told Greg to assume the position. Greg turn and put his hands on the wall, thrusting is ass out. Aaron spread his cheeks and worked the plug into his cum filled ass. Greg moaned as the head locked in place.
"Nice," Aaron said, sneering. He slapped Greg's ass cheek hard, and then wrapped his arm around Greg's waist and pulled him into the walk-in shower. It was huge, with jets of water shooting from the walls and ceiling. Greg grabbed the soap and instinctively started working up a lather on Aaron's toned back and shoulders.
"Good fag," Aaron let out with a moan as Greg started rubbing and massaging the lather into his tense muscles. "My fag."
Greg leaned in and kissed the back of his neck before hugging him from behind. His still hard cock pressed against Aaron's ass and lower back.
After the shower they got dressed. Greg told Aaron they should go to his place to grab a bag of clothes for the next few days and Aaron agreed. They went down to through the lobby and found Aaron's car parked around the corner.
They drove out to LoHi, where Aaron's loft was. The building was pretty new. Aaron bought the apartment a few years back after he got a good-sized bonus from a productive quarter. The building was relatively small--only 20 units. He was on the 4th floor of 6. As the road the elevator up, Aaron grabbed at Greg's crotch.
"You still hard?"
"Yup," Greg responded. "You made sure of that asshole." Greg grinned widely and Aaron did the same. The plug was still in place, keeping Aaron's load locked up in Greg's ass. He felt it as he shifted his weight.
"What can I say? I want my bitches coming back for more," Aaron said with a wink.
The apartment was filled with late morning light. It was your standard ultra-modern new build condo. Wood-tiled floors. Floor-to-ceiling-black-aluminum-clad windows. Gloss white cabinets and dark grey quartz countertops. Aaron didn't choose any of it. Every place in the building was exactly the same. But it looked good.
Aaron pointed to the sofa. "Sit. Stay," he commanded. Greg walked over and dropped into the leather.
Aaron turned, went into the bedroom and started to pack a bag. In addition to some clothes, he threw in a few extras for fun. Cuffs. Cock rings. Hood. Jockstraps. No point in being unprepared, he thought. He grabbed his toiletries from the bathroom and threw those in the bag as well.
When Aaron walked back into the living room, Greg was grinding his ass into the sofa, working the plug in his hole. A huge precum spot formed in the front of his pants.
"You like having my load in you, don't you?" Aaron asked as he walked in front of Greg, getting close to the couch so his crotch was right in front of Greg's face.
"Yes," Greg responded.
"Yes what, fag?" Aaron fired back.
"Yes Sir. This fag loves having your big load inside me. Your fag loves being filled with your seed."
"That's better bitch," Aaron said as he grabbed Greg's hair and pulled his face into his crotch. "I've got another big load cooking up in here for you later. I hope you're hungry."
"Always sir," Greg said, his voice muffled with his mouth buried in Aaron's crotch.
Aaron pulled Greg's head back, and then leaned down and kissed him passionately. Then Aaron pulled Greg up to his feet and they walked toward the front door, grabbing the bag on the way out.
It was just after lunch, so they left the bag in Aaron's car before heading out into the neighborhood on foot. It was an active area, with shops, bars, restaurants, parks, gyms, breweries. That's what had originally drawn Aaron to the area. Once he got home from work, he never had to leave much. Everything he needed was in the radius of a few blocks.
They hit a couple of breweries and got some lunch along the way. The lust faded and they settled into great conversations about life. Their friendship was an easy one. In private they would fuck like animals, but in public they were nothing more than good friends. Although occasionally Greg would shift in his chair and he would feel the butt plug. A reminder of how much he wanted Aaron's thick, meaty cock back in his ass. He shot a glance over to Aaron, who know exactly what was happening. Aaron winked and smiled.
He was straight, but no one satisfied him like Greg. He thought about the years they spent apart and the women he slept with along the way. He loved being with them at the time, but thinking about them now was like thinking about a movie he loved as a child. It was fun and rewarding at the time, but now it just seemed ... boring. Being with Greg on the other hand--that was electric. Exciting. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to fire him up.
As if Greg sensed his thoughts, he said "I need to get on my knees and worship your cock again."
Aaron got instantly hard as a rock. His dick straining against his slacks. He motioned to the waiter to bring the check.