See earlier chapters for the disclaimers.
As Jake had just finished shooting his load inside his hate sex partner Spike, he couldn't believe who walked in the front door.
"You!"
Russ Owen, a very shocked Russ Owen, was the new arrival. Russ had decided to stop by for a drink, even though this pub didn't have the best memories for him. He certainly was not expecting to see his friend and flatmate Jake fucking another man up the ass.
A panicky Jake covered up his crotch with his underwear and jeans. Spike wasn't so modest. He'd known guys like Russ and they only cared about one thing -- what was between their legs. As a shocked Russ tried to process what he was seeing, Spike grabbed the package bulging from Russ' tight jeans and gave it a rough squeeze.
"Russ, let me..."
Jake realized Russ wasn't even paying attention to him. He was making eyes at Spike. Spike was so dirty and so trashy, but knew how to please a man. The truth was Russ didn't really care who sucked him off, as long as they knew what they were doing.
Spike tugged Russ' shirt off.
"Fuck, you're fit," he breathed. Russ had a broad chest, accentuated by the hair he had started to grow back in.
Spike pulled Russ' jeans down. Russ never wore underwear, so his thick 7 inches popped out and smacked Spike in the stomach. Spike just licked his lips at the tasty uncut meat, then went in for a real taste.
Russ yanked at Spike's hair as Spike bobbed up and down at his crotch. Jake still couldn't believe what was happening, but Russ, flashing him a very dirty grin, waved a finger at him, beckoning him to join the party. Jake grunted as Russ grabbed him for a passionate kiss. Russ was all man, and Jake, in spite of all his macho bluster, was reluctantly entranced.
Russ pushed Spike away from his hardness, barking at Spike to get against the bar and spread his cheeks. Spike complied, showing his hairy hole, already lubricated from Jake's first load.
"Fuck yeah...I need a tight hole tonight."
Jake smirked.
"Good luck then, cause this poof's probably had more fists up his ass than a puppet."
Spike, true to form, wasn't fazed. He just let his rosebud wink at Russ.
"Taunt me all you want, but as soon as you get a cock up your arse - and based on the way you swoon over Russ here, it won't be long - you'll be aching for one every second of the day. Why'd I know you'd be into fisting? Only place you're more likely to get a fist up your bum is in your mouth. God you're sexy."
Jake absolutely hated Spike, hated him, but he was also horny as fuck and both men knew it. He stood up on the bar and forced his erection into Spike's eager mouth. Spike clawed at his meaty thighs as Jake roughly facefucked him. Russ wasn't all that interested in their banter, he just pounded away at Spike's backside, his nails digging into Spike's hips, his sweaty waist slapping against Spike's beefy rear end.
Russ hadn't had a fuck in so long that he came almost immediately in Spike's inviting anus. He began a slower, longer fuck, more patient, matched in time with Spike's determined teasing and torment of the prong Jake had shoved down his throat. Spike would go from barely teasing the tip to deep-throating, one second to the next, driving Jake mad.
Soon, Jake blew his second load, shoving Spike down so far that Spike practically inhaled his pubes. Jake wanted to hear the gagging. Russ, eyes shut, head thrown back, emitting a deep grunt, was next, deposting his second load into Spike.
Just as the men began to wipe themselves off, Spike shoved Jake to the floor and came all over his hairy chest. He wanted to lick it off, but he knew Jake probably wouldn't give him the opportunity...this time. Laughing at the fuming Dean brother on the floor, Spike slipped his fingers into his dripping asshole and licked at the cream inside.
"Tastes good. Straight boys have the best cum. You'll find that out soon, Jake."
Spike pulled his jeans up, slipped on his shirt, and headed home. Before he left, he kissed Jake, rough, long, deep, angry, leaving bruises.
"I love you, Jake. No, I mean it. Remember that."
He left Jake with a lewd wink. And Russ...well, Russ was too busy laughing to really say much of anything. Jake, of course, was spewing homophobic slurs and turning red in the face. Russ put his hands on Jake's shoulders, massaging them. Soon, Jake calmed down.
"Hey, Jake. At least now we'll have more fun bets when I beat you at the video games."
Jake rolled his eyes.
"You mean when I beat YOU."
Russ scoffed. But either way, he knew he was going to have a lot more fun from now on at Jake and Nancy's apartment.
Bad boy Justin had asked Max to come upstairs to see Justin and Warren, both of whom were currently naked and hard. Warren wanted no such thing. His sex life was already complicated enough as it was. He hit the intercom again, while poking an angry finger in the center of Justin's smooth chest.
"Hey, Max, I'm busy right now. Come back tomorrow, K?"
Max agreed. Crisis averted, Warren turned his hostility on Justin.
"You're no fun, Warren."
"Shut up. And you ain't gettin' any of this, not after the way you've behaved."
"This" was the horse cock Warren waved at Justin, to show him what he'd be missing. Justin tried not to show his disappointment, but the lip-licking gave him away.
"I'm going to take a shower. You can take care of yourself...then let yourself out."
Justin's sneer ignored as the hot daddy went to bathe off, he got a good, long look at Warren's meaty arse. What he wanted to do to that arse. Justin began playing with his length, now half-hard. As he tugged at the skin and pinched his nipples, the blood flowed back in no time. He was just moaning out a load on his stomach when he saw the CCTV again. Max was back again, only this time, his friend and business partner OB was with him. Justin pushed the intercom, hoping Warren wouldn't spoil the fun this time.
"Warren, we need to talk."
Max had come to ask about control of the nightclub he used to own, which Warren now owned. OB, his longtime friend, had joined him for moral support. Justin was thrilled. The more men the better, especially idiots like Max and OB who would do whatever he wanted.
"This is Justin. Warren told me to tell you he can talk this time, so you can both come on up. Come up to his office."
Justin chuckled to himself, anticipating what was to come. Literally.
When Max and OB arrived, they were shocked to see a naked Justin, his front coated in semen. Warren was nowhere to be found, but since they heard water running, they assumed he was going to join Justin soon, or had just finished with him.
OB began to stutter as Max was too shocked to do anything.
"We'll - We'll ggooo, let you 2 finish what you..."
Justin, smug as ever, ignored him and went to pull off their jackets. They were too nervous to stop him. Only when Justin ripped open Max's button down shirt, exposing his toned, hairy chest, did OB start to realize what was going to happen next.
"We're not like that."
This time, Justin didn't ignore him.
"Everyone knows you belong together."
He put one hand behind Max's head and the other behind OB's head, and pushed their faces together. Neither man had had any sex in a long time, and the sheer insanity of what was going on around them drove them to start kissing. They'd never kissed each other, or any other bloke, but they knew it felt good. Justin dropped his hands as they began to kiss more eagerly. OB sucked on Max's tongue and let his trembling hands roam Max's furry pecs and stomach.
Justin fell to his knees and mouthed their bulges through their slacks, then their underwear. They were both leaking and ready to go. He lowered their underpants, rubbing their cocks together, kissing to match their mouths kissing.
Justin heard the water had stopped. Warren could be back any second. He couldn't wait.