Back to the Stuy

By Ish Grayson

Published on Dec 17, 2022

Gay

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The majority of these events have happened in real life, but the names of the characters and locations have been changed. Some aspects are fictional, but not very much.

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Back to the Stuy Ish Gray

Chapter 3:

When I woke up to my alarm on Monday, it took me a few seconds for my brain to register where I was. As I sat up in my bed, I looked around my room. With the exception of my work clothes that were in the closet, my TV that sat atop of the dresser, and my work backpack that also had my travel lube and laptop, everything else that I owned was packed away in boxes. And as much as I loved setting up a good vibe, my least favorite thing to do was unpack. Thankfully, my boss had given me a few days to work from home so that I could get myself situated.

I spent the morning drinking coffee while working on spreadsheets for the office. I figured it'd be best to knock that out, before tackling my bedroom. Sitting naked at the kitchen table, I felt relief in the quiet of my new home. The boys were both out running errands or at their day jobs, while I was home alone. It was a big shift from having a roommate that was ALWAYS home, and would constantly complain about my slim body when I was in my underwear or gym shorts. I made a note to myself to thank the boys (again) for this later.

Around 1pm, I sent one final email to my boss for the day, then closed my laptop. Knowing how Vlad and I both thought, I reached into the couch cushion to pull out one of the various hidden bottles of lube that were placed throughout the apartment. "I need to get off", I thought to myself as I applied a decent amount of the lube onto my hard dick, before spreading my legs and laying my head on the back of the couch.

As I slowly started to give myself a much needed handjob, I kept thinking of the best bottom I've ever had... Tristan. While he definitely has my ideal dick (9 inches, thick, and two shades darker than his caramel colored body), as is a good top; his ass is a perfected work of art. Perfectly round, noticeable but not big, and perfectly loose with a little bit of hair around his hole. Every time I've eaten his ass, time would stay still as I was mesmerized by my favorite snack. Every time I fuck him, his pussy grips my cock, as though it doesn't want me to leave.

I thought back to two weeks before moving in. Tristan and I had gone out to a club in Alphabet City. We both dressed the same; black pants, red sneakers, loose tank tops, and blue jocks that matched our socks. We weren't on the prowl for dick/ass, but were always prepared just in case. At some point I started making out with an Armenian ex-pat with huge hands and a furry chest, letting him feel and finger me in a dark corner of the dance floor. About two minutes into it, I noticed Tristan was on his knees in between us, giving the anonymous man a blowjob while playing with my dick. After a bit of time, the guy took his finger out of my ass, and pushed Tristan off of his dick; he then asked us to come back to his hotel room. We instantly agreed.

After saying "good-bye" to the bouncer (an ex of Vlad who's day job was being a beat cop), we walked two blocks to the hotel on Avenue A. The room was standard, but there were poppers and lube on the nightstand. That was a sign to let me know that we'd be having a fun time.

The Armenian, who I later learned was called Davit, started to get undressed the second he locked the door; Tristan and I followed suit. Once Davit saw that we were wearing match jockstraps and socks, he licked his lips then guided us to the queen sized bed. Tristan and I had him sit at the end of the bed, while we got on our knees in front of him and started to roughly make-out with each other; putting on a show. We could hear him moaning while playing with his dick.

Tristan broke the kiss to take Davit's 8 inches into his mouth. You could hear him slurping, getting it very wet. While he was doing that, I made my way onto the bed, and started to lick Davit's right nipple. Once I had his tit in my mouth I heard him groan "yeah!" while pushing both of our heads deeper into him. I opted to alternate between sucking his sweaty tits, and licking his hairy pits. Working him into a frenzy, while he had three fingers in my hole, and my best friend deep throating him.

After about ten minutes of this treatment, Davit pushed us off of him and told us to get on the bed on all fours. He threw the poppers between us, then started fingering lube into both our holes. Tristan and I started making out again after a few generous huffs.

Feeling the bed shift, I opened my eyes to see Davit lining up his cock head to Tristan's hole. I broke the kiss to hold my friend's hand as I watched his ass welcome its third dick of the day. As soon as Davit entered him, Tristan pushed all the way back; letting the top know that he could handle it. That was all Davit needed. For roughly ten to fifteen minutes, he roughly fucked my best friend, slapping his ass, repeating the phrase "good pussy," and grunting. It was hot as fuck to watch, as I kept switching between handing Tristan the poppers, and kissing him. You could tell that he was at peace whenever he had a cock inside of him.

When Davit abruptly pulled out of Tristan's hole, I heard my friend whine; he needed more. However, Davit had other plans, as he shifted over to position himself behind me with his hard dick still wet from my friend's pussy; my cunt was begging for him. I took a hit of the poppers, held onto Tristan's hand, and steadied myself for the invasion. Just as Tristan had done, I pushed back onto the dick once he got past the first ring. But unlike what he had done to Tristan, Davit pulled me up so that I was on my knees as he positioned his arms to put me in a headlock.

Without warning, Davit started to fuck me. There was no tenderness, just pure animalistic domination. With every thrust of his cock, I felt my hole quiver. My body felt shocks. This was a brutal fuck. This was the kind of fuck that let me know Davit understood the assignment of wrecking my cunt.

I was so deeply into Davit's brutalization of my body that I didn't notice when Tristan started to suck my dick. When I looked down and saw him there, my view of him was with love and adoration. This guy truly was my best friend; my brother. He was a superior sub that wanted nothing more than to please those that he deemed worthy of using him. Here I was, arms locked behind my head, submitting to this brute of a man, and Tristan saw me as worthy of receiving pleasure. I wanted nothing more than to caress his head, signifying that I appreciated him deep throating my cock. I wanted to tell him that our brotherhood was now stronger than before. But, of course, my best friend had an idea of his own.

He pulled off of my appendage, and quickly turned around, presenting his beautiful ass to my dick. Knowing that I couldn't do much with my hands, he pushed his previously fucked, and very wet hole, onto me. Causing me to moan in even more pleasure. Soon I was fucking him using the abrupt rhythm of Davit's attack.

Seeing how much Tristan and I were into it must've set Davit off; because soon he announced that he was going to breed me. I said nothing as he moved his hands to my hips, and started to fuck me harder than before. Surprising me with how much strength he had; and how much he was holding back. I held onto my best mate's hips for balance.

Soon I heard "TAKE IT BITCH!" as Davit's strokes became erratic, before he slowed down. Signifying that he was dropping his load deep into my cunt. It was so much that I felt it start to dribble down my legs, before he was even finished.

Keeping his spent dick inside of me, Davit wiped some of the cum that was dripping from my ass, and fed it to me by sticking his thick fingers into my mouth. This awoke me, and I started to fuck Tristan hard. Grabbing his cornrows with my left hand, and his hips with my right. My beautiful friend moaned in pleasure, while demanding that I fuck his pussy hard! With each stroke, I felt his pussy lips attempting to suck me back in, as if his body didn't want me to exit. The harder I fucked, the more he moaned; until I heard him groaning as his ass started to cream on me.

This sent me over the edge, to the point that I announced that I was about to nut. I felt Davit twist/play with both of my nipples, while his still hard dick was plugged my hole. Tristan begged for me to cum as he pushed his body back onto mine, matching my strokes. Soon, I let out one strong grunt, then started to spray the inside of my best friend's magical cunt. Complete fucking euphoria.

It wasn't until we were sharing a post orgasm blunt that I realized Tristan had cum handsfree while I was deep inside of him. We made out for a few minutes after he told us this information.

We both exchanged numbers with Davit, and have been texting him since then. No matter how it happens, I always make really cool friends with most of the guys that I've fucked.


I was pulled out of my nostalgic trance when I heard the apartment door open. I was still on the couch, legs spread, dick in hand, as Tristan walked in holding two shopping bags. He looked at me as he closed the door.

"Busy afternoon?" He asked, walking towards the living room. "Nah, just remembering when we met Davit," I responded. "That was a good night," he placed the bags next to the recliner before sitting down. "He'll be at the party Friday." "What party?!" No one told me about a party! "Your housewarming, be ready."


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