See part 1 for disclaimers.
In the last chapter I referred to James as having a hairy chest. A reader pointed out that he does not. I'm sorry for the error. I've always seen him as hairy for some reason (or that he shaves or waxes), and in some photos there does seem to be a hint of hair. Hairy guys are a turn-on for me, and I got carried away.
E-mail me if you have any thoughts on this chapter or future chapters. Thanks for reading. I also have a story in gay/incest called Me and My Deadbeat Dad, if you're interested in that type of thing.
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After a few months of friendship, Brian had finally learned how to look at Dan without ogling him like a starving man teased with a five-course meal. Dan always had a way of sitting, standing, walking, which accentuated his best assets. Even now, as they watched TV in Brian's small apartment, Dan sat with beer pressed against his blue tank top, the slick, cool bottle occasionally rubbing through the flimsy material to carress and harden his prominent nipples. His blue jeans were molded so tightly to his muscled thighs that the tanned flesh threatened to burst out at any moment. His bulge was prominent and mouthwatering, all the more so when Dan would quasi-knowingly cup and adjust his large package.
"I just love this show." Brian stuttered a bit as he tried to maintain his composure.
"You just like the hot guys." Dan smirked as he ran his fingers up and down his inner overflowing zipper. Dan was a tease, and loved being a tease. Brian knew that Dan was straight, or claimed to be straight, but the blonde Adonis enjoyed nothing more than horny gay men salivating over what they couldn't have.
Brian had fallen for Dan while believing he was gay. Indeed, many straight men would balk at pressing their bubble butt against a shower door for the pleasure of fawning queers. When Dan was "outed" as heterosexual, Brian was very upset. He'd really connected with Dan on multiple levels. To his surprise, they had remained friends (both of them living in LA had helped), and had been, on several occasions, much more. You see, there were certain times when Dan, his flawless body encased in the flimsiest of barriers - like tonight - would get drunk enough - like tonight - to let another man worship his body.
Like tonight.
Brian saw the fire flickering in Dan's eyes. He knew what Dan wanted. What he himself wanted. He crawled over to the floor near Dan's side of the couch.
The jeans opened quickly. The sound of that zipper lowering echoed in Brian's ears as Dan's soft hands firmly pushed him against the mighty pink tower which was bobbing and weaving, unencumbered by underwear. Brian felt like that cock had been fitted especially for his mouth. Even the slight curve near the bell end of the penis was perfect for his talented throat.
"Oh yeah baby...love that dick...show me what a queer can do..."
Dan's hips rose off the couch while Brian slowly slithered Dan out of his skintight jeans. Those balls, egg-sized and baby-smooth, fit into his mouth two at a time. Dan purred, honest to God purred, at how talented Brian's mouth was. Brian had sucked a lot of cocks in his day, especially since he'd started bartending, and Dan's sweet sauce was more potent and delicious than any alcohol could ever be. More addicting too.
Brian pulled off his own snug jeans, vibrating moans of appreciation as Dan lightly rubbed his turgid shaft with a foot. Brian slipped the meat out of his mouth long enough to inspect the beautiful, plump, 8 hard inches capped off by a pink mushroom head. His own cock was shorter, but even thicker than Dan's.
Sliding a few fingers in Dan's dripping pre-cum, Brian connected to Dan's love chute as his mouth returned to Dan's prize prick.
"FFUCK YEAH, BABY!!! SUCK THAT LOAD DOWN!!! UUUU KNOW YOU WANT IT...EAT THAT COCKSUCKER CUM!!!!"
Dan's hips were totally off the couch by now, his well-honed muscles writhing and gyrating as he began to empty his seed inside Brian's expectant throat. Brian greedily drank every drop.
The two men stared at each other, longingly, desperately. Dan glanced down at Brian's cock. From what they'd discussed in casual talk, Brian was usually a bottom, but most of the time Dan wasn't willing to go there. But Brian was a friend, so Dan sometimes compromised.
As he did right then, pulling Brian up on his lap, surprising the panting, gasping man by gobbling his impressive tool. Brian's hard ass fit so well in his soft hands. He squeezed, stroked, tickled Brian's hairy pucker as Brian gently craned his hips in and out of Dan's face.
"Ohhhh Dan...suck me, suck my cock, I love you so much, I love your mouth and your dick and UGGGGHGGOOODDD...I'm coming Dan IIIIIIIII......"
Dan pulled away just before Brian's ejaculation, but a few drops still spilled into his mouth and dribbled down his cheeks. Not taking time to think of any ramifications to his sexuality, he swallowed the cock nectar. Brian's hot mouth and tongue licked up the rest. They shared a quick, but passionate kiss. Brian sucked on Dan's tongue as if this would be the last chance he had. He knew very well it could be.
With that, Dan stood up, buckled his pants.
"I'm gonna turn in now."
Brian nodded. He stood to leave. He hadn't drank anything (aside from semen), so he was safe to drive himself home. He did pause at the door.
"Dan, I..."
Dan couldn't keep the eye contact. He couldn't look at the hurt in Brian's crestfallen face.
"I know, Brian. I know. Night."
Brian sighed.
"Goodnight."
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