Home After the Tournament

Home After the Tournament: Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: Change of Plans

Part 1: Brunch

I woke up with my arm draped over the dragon's head on Patrick's left shoulder and my face plastered against its ass on his right shoulder. I felt my morning wood against his hip and I immediately wanted to fuck. I gently squeezed his muscles and ground myself against him. He was sound asleep. It was such a hot feeling waking up naked in bed with a man and feeling his hot, hard, hairy body next to me. Such a different feeling from the soft, sweet-smell of a woman's body like another pillow next to me.

I slowly rolled onto my back and tried to think of something other than the long black hairs sticking out of his ass crack. Somehow the covers slid down to our thighs while we were sleeping. I looked down and followed my happy trail as it lead to my dick. It really wanted my attention - that single little eye staring back at me as it bounced with every heartbeat just an inch above my dense dark bush. Maybe Patrick would wake up and roll over and straddle me and slowly lower that fuzzy crack onto my cock. I reached down and grabbed my nuts. It felt so good. They were big, and hard, and full. My forearm rested on my boner. I just left it there for a minute, pressing it against my skin.

I needed think of something else. I wondered what Eric was up to at home. I hated not seeing him on the weekends he was at his mother's. We were becoming more like bros now and he was my favorite bro.

That made me think of my other new bro, Will, which made me think about the fact that he was much more than a bro. At least he had been. His lack of communication was bumming me out. I missed him - both as a friend and a confidant as well as missing his hotness. Of all of the guys I'd been with in the last couple of weeks, he was most perfect to me: muscular and fit but not too jacked, hairy but not a furry ape like me, lighter but not a blonde surfer dude, confident but not cocky, a little reserved and dorky and a lot less cool - and so handsome. That strong jaw line, his straight, narrow nose, his bushy eyebrows that were one shade darker than his thick, golden brown hair, and those perfect, beautiful white teeth when he laid down that charming, movie star smile. It was no wonder he was able to land Michelle Pfeiffer.

Fuck. This was not helping. He's my bud - maybe just my bud now. Maybe our brief encounter in Target was the last gasp of our horny weekend experiment. That thought made me sad and a little panicked. I didn't want to lose Will as a friend but if that's all I got, I would be grateful. We had a bond they made him already a better friend than I'd had since college but it would be a challenge to not lust after him.

I'm not sure why, since I was thinking about how hot Will was, but that hint of sadness took care of my boner and I was finally free to take the long morning piss that my bladder was now begging for. I slowly slipped out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom. When I returned Patrick was still sound asleep. I needed Patrick to distract me from Will. He was a quality distraction. He was nearly equally hot; most would probably say more so. He was more jacked and had the more compact, wrestler's body like mine with thick thighs, a beefy round ass, big biceps, pecs and shoulders. And Patrick had abs. He was clearly going through some sort of post chubby high school geek remaking of himself, but I was happy to be on the receiving end of that.

Speaking of the receiving end. I liked having this geeky muscle boy get at my ass for some reason but this was not going to be my role. I needed to fuck his round, jock ass pretty soon or this was going to be over before it really got started. There it was. His fine ass. I stood at the end of the bed and just watched Patrick sleep. The crisp white sheet and comforter had conveniently been kicked down so that it stopped just where his ass meets the back of his thighs. It was as if a movie director had placed it just so, in a manner that usually makes me think, "no one's sheets actually do that." I wanted to climb on top of him and just slowly and easily slide my boner into his slippery hole just like it was a warm, wet pussy - not waiting to let him get used to it or to struggle to enter him. I just wanted to hop on and start fucking.

My cock was now hard again. Ugh. It was still early: 7:30. Way too early to get up, even for sex. I got back in bed and pulled the covers up over us and laid down. I felt my boner leak onto his sheets and thrust into the mattress a few times. His pillows were so soft though. I wrapped my arms around one of them and slid over so our bare asses were touching and eventually fell back to sleep.

"Mmmm." I heard Patrick moan happily into my ear, waking me up from an annoying dream about work. I was still on my stomach and still had a boner. He'd apparently finally woken up a little and realized I was next to him and liked it. I liked that - but I was too groggy to respond. He reached his arm over my back and scooted his pelvis up against my hip this time and now it was my turn to feel his stiff morning wood against me. "Mmmmm." He moaned again a little louder and a little more aggressively.

"Mmmmm." I managed to respond this time but still couldn't form words. He continued to grind against me. It was hot, not annoying. I was in a weird, groggy, trancelike state almost like it was dream. I moved my hips gently back against his thrusts. He squeezed me tighter.

"I had a dirty dream." He said. "Now I wanna fuck you." He added and nuzzled his face against my neck. If I hadn't had morning breath, I would have turned to kiss him but I stayed face-down and half asleep enjoying the feeling of his stubble. I groaned unintelligibly again which he apparently took as a green light to continue. He climbed up further on my side as if he were testing my interest and my actual state of sleepiness. I moaned again in that way that made it clear that it felt good. I hadn't exactly meant it to be encouragement but it did feel good to have his warm, hard body slowly working its way on top of me.

Then he climbed entirely on top of me and laid his face on my back between my shoulder blades and slid his arms under my furry pits as my arms were lodged up under my pillow. I felt his boner line up with my ass crack and slowly slide up and down.

"MMMMmmmm." He moaned again even louder than before. He was apparently really going to fuck me. I was really feeling like it was my turn to be shoving my cock into a nice warm crack, but in my groggy state, I decided to just let him do what he wanted and just enjoy the sensations. I arched my ass back just enough that he knew I wasn't opposed to his plan. He moaned again as the fur on my ass tickled the sensitive underside of his boner and his balls. I felt wetness drip onto me at the top of my crack and knew he was turned on enough to be leaking.

Then he released my arms and slid down, kissing my spine as he moved down. I instinctively spread my legs apart more and popped my ass up further. It is such a hot, vulnerable position to be in to expose you ball sack from behind and your soft hole. It is instantly understood as trust and Patrick moaned again, grabbed my ass cheeks to spread them apart and dove down to eat my hole.

He licked and kissed and flicked his tongue around until I was so relaxed. If my cock hadn't been so hard, I may have been able to just fall asleep to this pleasure. Then he backed up and spit at my hole and I felt his finger pushing against me. I let him in. He slowly fucked me with his index finger and then his thumb. Then both thumbs. Then he spit again and again and again until I was so wet and slippery, I could barely feel them moving in and out. 'Just do it', I thought to myself. I'm ready. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me.

"You ready for my cock?" He said as if reading my mind.

"Mmm Hmmm." I moaned in the affirmative. He kissed my hole and released my ass cheeks. They fell back together and I could really feel the amount of lube his mouth had left there. Then he climbed up on top of me and I grunted as he laid on top of me. He moved his knees apart to spread my legs even further and then I felt it. His soft cock head begging to be let in. My eyes were closed and I was very relaxed. I arched my ass up and pushed out and he slid right in with ease. He owed me for that, I laughed to myself although it was partly his skill at getting me so ready to take him. He groaned loudly as he entered my tight hole and kept pushing until his pubes were at my ass.

"Fuck yeah!" He moaned into my ear as he started to thrust. He was horny. He started going hard right out of the gate. He stretched his legs out and held himself up above me and did some pushups into me. I could feel the short hairs on his chest brushing against my back. Then he lowered back down on his knees, grabbed my waist and starting pumping me. I arched my back even more to meet his thrusts and spread my arms out to the sides and just let him pump in and out. Every thrust sent my cock rubbing against the soft cotton sheet that was slowly getting damp from my precum oozing out.

"Ooooooohhh!" I finally groaned as he pulled out completely and then slammed his stiff cock back into me again. I squeezed his cock inside my chute as if to say, 'don't leave me again.'

"Oh, yeah." He moaned. "Fuck, yeah. Your ass is so tight...so fucking hot!" He laid back down on my back and started thrusting faster and faster. His breathing was ragged now and his pelvis was making a soft slapping sound from the sweat forming on his body. His grunting got louder and faster and then he just stopped as he held himself against me. He was cumming. I could feel the tiny thrusts continue as he dumped his load in me.

Wait. What??!! He just fucking dumped his load in me. My eyes popped open. "Did you just nut in my ass?"

"Oh...shit." He said as though he hadn't been aware of it. "Fuck. I'm so sorry. Seriously, I'm so sorry. It's fine though. Really. Don't worry." He said with a huge degree of contrition in his voice. I could tell he was genuinely sorry but that didn't really matter.

"What does that mean?" I said.

"What does what mean? He said. "I'm really sorry. That was rude. It won't happen again. I was still sort of asleep and not thinking."

"I mean, what does, 'don't worry' mean?" I asked with degree of anxiety that was clearly apparent.

"Oh. Fuck. I'm so sorry. It means you have nothing to worry about. I'm good. I was in a relationship for three years. We didn't use protection anymore so it just doesn't occur to me. I'm so, so sorry." He said. That did not alleviate my anxiety at all.

"How do you know I have nothing worry about?" I said, freaking out a little. Patrick's ex had dumped him. He was probably cheating. Who knows who's been with? Only Will had cum in my ass. I'd been safe with everyone. I barely knew Patrick. What the fuck was I thinking?

"Seriously. Everything is fine. I'm tested. Several times, actually. In fact, just this week. I wanted to be sure for you. I should have said that but it's not a very romantic thing to bring up and is sort out of presumptuous even though you did make it clear I was getting lucky. And I do feel lucky. Really lucky. I'm very conscious about being safe. I haven't been with anyone since Justin for literally years." Patrick said and I saw the look on his face. He knew he'd fucked up and I could tell in that moment how much he liked me and didn't want to risk anything. He was not a risk taker. He was probably safer than anyone I'd been with. I needed to calm down.

"Ok." I said calmly but I wasn't going to just let him off the hook. Now he owed me.

"Ok, what?" Patrick said, unsure if I was still angry. I could tell he wanted to make it better.

"Ok, you owe me." I said and gave him a tiny smiled. I could literally hear his sigh of relief.

"Anything. What do I owe you?" He said.

"You can start by sucking my cock back to hard." I said. "That was kind of a boner killer." I could suddenly feel his load dripping out of my ass. It's a weird feeling but not a bad one.

"I was gonna do that anyway." He said and laid down on top of me again and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and slid my middle finger down to his ass cleavage. I love that spot and on him it was extra hot - his smooth, round cheeks. I continued until my finger hit that dense fur between them. He straddled me while we made out and I played with his hole by circling my fingertip around it and lightly tapping on it. He moaned into my mouth.

"Payback will be complete when I get to dump my load inside you." I said finally ensuring I would get him to let me fuck him.

"You can dump it inside me now." He said and slid down my chest and abs until he took me into his mouth. He grabbed my balls and sucked hard. I felt myself grow back to fat and stiff in his mouth. Cumming in his mouth would be the relief I needed right now, but not the release I was hoping for. Did he really just offer to do anything to make up for it and then balk at getting fucked?

"Stop." I said, tapping him on the shoulder. I couldn't believe I was putting a halt to a blow job after I'd just gone at least a couple of years without one. I'd had more blow jobs in the last two weeks than in the last five years for sure. I wanted to stay horny. I wanted to make the most of fucking Patrick. It was going to happen today.

"Huh? Did you say, 'stop'?" Patrick said, understandably surprised.

"Yeah." I said and laughed. "I know. It's crazy but I want to stay horny for a while. If you owe me, I want to decide when and where."

"You don't seem like you have any trouble staying horny." Patrick said, laughing. "This one's on me. You can still pick any other time and place." He said and went back down on my dick. It was hard to argue with that and his mouth felt amazing. It was an easy decision to just give in and let him do his work. I clasped my hands behind my head and leaned back against the pillows and watched as he went to town. I had to admit he had skills. He was the best cock sucker I'd ever had. One more point in the Patrick column.

Patrick looked up at my furry black pits. I flexed my biceps. He pulled off my boner. "Woof!" He said and smiled and went back to his work. I closed my eyes and concentrated on just the amazing sensations. He alternated between sucking my nuts and my slathering on my bone. Then he stuck his hand up under my ass and moaned as he played with the fuzz. He massaged my taint and then slid his hand back up and grabbed my balls and tugged my tight sack away from my body. That always does the trick. I grunted and felt each rope of jizz shoot through my piss slit and into Patrick's warm, soft mouth.

He moaned and swallowed as though he read my body and knew exactly when it was cumming. He gently cleaned me off after I'd come down from the high. Then he climbed back up on my chest and kissed me with a mouthful of my cum. We made out making a mess of the semen all over our faces.

"Fuck, that was amazing!" I said and thrust my arms out to the sides. "Holy shit, you're good at that. Damn." Patrick just smiled. He was genuinely very happy just to have pleased me. I was lucky. Another point in the Patrick column.

He rolled onto his side and I could see his dripping boner. It made my cock twitch again to know blowing me had made him hard again. I tickled the tip of his cock with my toes. "You ready again?" I asked.

"Now it's my turn to stay horny." He said smiling at me and kissed me again. This was so comfortable and easy. It was going to be a good day; I could tell.

"So what's on the docket counselor?" I asked as I played with the stray longer hairs around his right nipple.

"Brunch." He said. "Is that too much of a stereotype? He added and laughed.

"Brunch? Like with other people?" I asked not aware that I was going to have to be social.

"Well if you count Caleb." He said. "And he might bring his date from last night but I highly doubt it. That looked like the kind of Grindr hook up that wasn't even involving first names." That sounded like a joke but Patrick wasn't laughing. I could tell he disapproved.

"Is that his typical modus operandi? I asked actually curious since he'd made Will and I breakfast.

"Yup." Patrick said and didn't offer anything more. "I'm gonna take a shower. I'd like it better with you in it, but we're going to be late if one of us cums again so I propose solo missions."

"Hand solo?" I asked making fun of his nerdy Star Wars fandom. He responded with some gibberish that I can only assume is distant star world language that I was proud not to know. I stared at him blankly.

"Never mind...heathen." He said and jumped up, plump dick flopping, and headed into the shower. I watched his firm round ass walk away. Point number three for Patrick. I squeezed my cock and then reached for my phone to make sure Eric hadn't messaged me.

There were three text messages from Will. My heart raced for a second. That was one point in the Will column.

"Hey Bud. How's the weekend?" Will wrote. Then another ten minutes later: "you must be asleep. Sorry. I know how you like to sleep in." Then twenty minutes. From the time stamp it was right in the middle of Patrick's fuck. "You doing ok? Must be a busy time there." What the fuck? I don't hear from him almost the entire week and now this?

"Hey Bud. You got me. Sleeping in. Good to hear from you. Working on the kitchen all weekend?" I sent back.

"Change of plans. 'Chelle took off to her sister's for the weekend. Took Em. It's a boy's weekend at home." He texted back almost immediately. He obviously wasn't working on the kitchen.

"Wow. I wondered what was up." I texted back. That sounded a little passive-aggressive. I needed a good follow up.

Before I could think of something he texted back. "?" Damn.

"Just hadn't heard from you. Had me worried when I woke up to see more than one text. Glad everything's ok."

"Yeah. All good here. How about you? Fun night out?" He texted. It's hard to read tone in a text.

"Yeah. Played pool at a dive bar. Went to an old Italian place. Amazing homemade pasta."

"Cool."

I waited. The shower was still running and steam was starting to billow out into the bedroom.

"Big plans for today?" He texted.

"Having lunch with Caleb." I replied. "Not sure after that. Being a tourist probably."

"Tell Caleb I say hey."

"Will do." I replied. "Don't work too hard." Then I couldn't help myself. "I don't remember you mentioning Michelle's trip."

"Very last minute. She decided last night after talking to Aimee. The chaos here is making her cranky." He sent. Then the three dots appeared immediately. "Crankier than usual." More dots. "Aimee is her sister. They have a daughter Em's age. It's a girl's weekend."

"Nice for them." I texted. "Nicer for you." I added with a laughing face emoji.

"LOL." He replied. "No shit." I was glad he hadn't known about it in advance. I was prepared to be hurt. I wanted him to want to take advantage of a free weekend. They had to be rare for him. I wasn't sure how to respond though. Fortunately, I didn't have to. "I wish I'd known sooner. I would have tried to talk you into postponing your trip to the city." I got a huge smile on my face and was glad Patrick wasn't here to see it. Another point for Will. I think they were even now. Then he shocked me. "I was sort of hoping things weren't going that well and you'd want to come home early." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!

Now what?

I was having a really good time. I really didn't want to leave and was excited for the day and the night. And Patrick owed me. I might get that ass tonight. I deserved his ass tonight. Deserved his ass? I was pretty sure that was a moral error in thinking. I clearly didn't deserve Patrick. He was a good guy - like a legitimately good person. Damn. Another point for Patrick.

A free weekend for Will was a rare occurrence though - very rare. Who knew when that would happen again? It could be weeks or even months. This seemed like extenuating circumstances. I know Patrick would have me any weekend - or more likely every weekend - until he figured out that I didn't deserve him.

I started to type, 'I can come back' and then backspaced completely. "Do you want me to come back?" I typed. I stared at it for about fifteen seconds and then hit send. I waited for the dots. They appeared immediately, then disappeared, then reappeared. It was cute that he wanted to get it right too. At least that's how I chose to interpret it.

"I can't ask you to do that." His text read. Smooth, I thought. He gets more cool points than Patrick for sure.

"You can." I sent back. Three dots again.

"Please come back." It appeared on my tiny phone screen. I'm not sure why but my eyes filled with tears. He hadn't even tried to stay cool. I'm not sure how many points that was worth but it was a lot. Through no fault of his own, Patrick now had a lot to do to catch up.

"I'm not gonna miss your free weekend. I'll be back by late afternoon. I'll text when I'm close." I hesitated for a second wondering how I was going to make this work. Then I realized it didn't matter. I would think of something. I hit send, then added, "gotta go."

Will just sent a smiley face emoji. I turned off my phone and got up and joined Patrick in the shower.

"Good timing. I just finished up." He said and grabbed my dick for a quick squeeze before stepping out to dry off.

--

"Hey Caleb!" I said as we saw him making his way through the crowded restaurant. He was alone. Then we noticed he was limping.

"See, I told you." Patrick whispered under his breath to me.

"Why is he limping?" I asked.

"No idea. Sex accident?" He said to me.

"Hey Buddy! How's it hangin'?" Patrick said, completely ignoring his apparent injury as Caleb hobbled over and grabbed onto the back of a chair.

"Twice as far down as yours, my friend." Caleb responded. How in the world did Patrick not see that one coming? Then again, I'm guessing Caleb has a clever but effectively ball-busting retort to nearly every greeting variation.

"Well, we'll be even when the tip rots off." Patrick said in an effort to shame Caleb's promiscuity. It was a little harsh in my opinion, but who am I to judge their seemingly unfriendly banter? I was glad Will and I don't behave like ninth-graders - or frat bros. It surprised me coming from Patrick who was, with everyone else, very respectful.

Caleb was predictably above being shamed. "I'd still have a good four inches on you." He said and ruffled Patrick's hair like he was seven. Patrick needed to quit while he was behind. Maybe he was trying for my benefit. He was failing. I think I should deduct a point for this sad exchange.

"You can't possible match the man's skills as a flutist." I said attempting to defend Patrick's prowess while being discrete in the crowded dining room.

"Flutist?" Caleb said as though I were speaking another language.

"He's referring to the skin flute." Patrick whispered but with an amusing amount of pride. I'm giving him his point back.

Caleb just shook his head. I decided to take that as him conceding the point. I also decided to assume he knew that from eyewitness testimony like mine and not from personal experience even though I suspected otherwise.

"What happened to your...date?" Patrick asked assuming he knew the answer and still ignoring the injury.

"And what happened to your leg?" I asked assuming someone should acknowledge his limp.

"He's parking the car." Caleb said, also still ignoring his injury and knowing it would surprise his buddy. It worked. Patrick sat with his mouth open - like actually hanging open. I decided to step in.

"What was his name again?" I asked suspecting he didn't remember.

"I was hoping you'd remember. That's the whole reason I FaceTimed you two last night. What time did you two get to bed after the early bird special?" He said smiling. I remember thinking his banter was funny the morning he made breakfast for us. He was either off his game or I was still drunk that morning. I decided to let Patrick respond. He'd decided to ignore Caleb now.

"How's your friend...Wilma?" Caleb said. Now I was just plain annoyed.

"He's good." I responded politely and just went back to the menu. Fortunately, we were interrupted by his Grindr date/Lyft driver.

"You remember my pretty date?" Caleb said as he approached the table. I wasn't sure if he actually didn't know his name or if he was just intentionally not using it. Either way it was a dick move. I looked at Patrick who gave me a strange look that said sad, and scared, and embarrassed, and irritated all at once. How could he be friends with this asshole? And how could I have thought he was fun?

Then it occurred to me that there might be way more to this dynamic than I'd previously suspected. I wondered if Caleb couldn't help his assholery right now. He either had romantic feelings himself for Patrick or was just threatened by my presence. Will and I were fine when we were just last night's fuck boys but now that I had potential to be more, he was opposed. I could tell he hadn't liked Patrick's ex but had assumed he was just being protective. I decided to grab a racket and walk onto his court.

"So...what was your name again?" I said to Caleb's date.

"Sam." He said flatly and extended his hand. Sam was even hotter in person. He spent way too much time at the gym. The dude has an upper body like a beast and shoulder-length blonde hair that made him look like cartoon version of a surfer dude. I guessed that he was completely smooth and shaved everywhere. I tried to picture him naked and got a little lost in my daydream for a few seconds.

"That's right. Caleb's...condition leaves him cognitively impaired sometimes. He can't help it. We try to cut him some slack though." I said.

"Condition?" Sam said and sounded even more nervous.

"Acute summer's eve cranial penile syndrome." I said. Patrick busted out laughing which is all I cared about. I gave him another point for catching my douche-y dickhead reference. He still had a long way to go though now that Will was so far ahead. "The massive swelling of an organ that size causes significant loss of blood flow to the brain." Patrick choked on his water and started coughing. "Oh, yeah. Coughing. It can cause coughing and gagging in those who get too close. Choking even."

"Stop." Patrick begged me, trying not to laugh out loud. Caleb looked confused and Sam just looked worried.

"Is it hard to sit down today?" I added smiling to Sam.

Caleb finally caught on. "Ignore these fuckers." He said to Sam. "He took it like a champ." He added, directing that comment back to us.

"I didn't know what the fuck was going on last night and I know even less today. I'm only here because ginger man here turned his ankle and said he couldn't drive. And I'm hungry."

"I bet." Patrick said smiling at Caleb.

"I swear to god, if you didn't have such a..." Sam started saying.

Patrick and I looked at each other and said, "big dick?" In unison and busted out laughing again. Several people at the adjacent tables stopped to glare which only made us laugh harder.

Caleb just shook his head.

"Oh, so you know?" Sam said.

"We know." We both said nearly together again.

"I don't wanna know how." Sam said.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I would have ignored it but I worried it was from Eric. I pulled it out and opened it. He wanted money for something his mother didn't approve of. Venmo. Done.

"Um, I just got a text from my son. I need to call him. Excuse me." I said and got up and stepped outside and called Will. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey. I'm outside the restaurant on the phone with Eric right now. He has an emergency and I'm gonna have to cut the day short and head home." I said. Silence. It took Will a few seconds to understand.

"Ah. Well...that's terrible. Tragic really. Don't laugh at that. Can they see you?" Will said. That was actually wise advice. They could see me through the large front window. I turned my back to it.

"Good point. Thanks. They can see me."

"They're gonna ask you what the emergency is. You need to have an answer." Good point again. He's so far ahead right now.

"Again, good point...ahhh, car wreck?" I said.

"That actually is potentially tragic. Too much." Will said.

"Um...fender bender?"

"Not tragic enough." It's your ex's weekend and so likely her car. Not your problem."

"Damn, you're good." I said. "Broken bone?" I added.

"Maybe." What bone? Is he gonna be in a cast? Are you gonna have to help him bath? or take a piss? What if he gets horny and really needs some relief? What if it's both wrists?" He said.

I started laughing and quickly caught myself. "You saw that in a porn movie, didn't you?"

"Maybe." Will said and I could tell he was smiling. "How would you know?"

"I've seen it. More than once. Christian Wilde. He was the guy in the casts. I don't remember the other guy."

"Because he didn't matter." Will said. This was making me happy. I wanted to be back home.

"Ok, so...his mother thinks he broke his wrist. I have to get to the hospital." I'm going with that. Thanks, buddy. Tonight's gonna be fun."

"Like old times." Will said, laughing. I turned away from the window and smiled.

"Like horny times." I said. "Do we have the house to ourselves? Is Jake home tonight or at a sleepover? Do we need to go to my place? We can." I said like I was a kid excited to play with a new toy - a seven inch long toy.

"Not sure yet. We'll figure it out. We have options." He said.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked playfully.

"You can fuck me." Will said. "Can I fuck you?"

"Until the sun comes up." I said.

"They're not coming home 'til Monday." Will said.

"We're gonna be tired." I said.

"And sore." He added. "Now go. Get your ass on the road.

I went back into the restaurant and gave an award winning performance. Even Caleb was sympathetic. Patrick looked so sad. I was very conflicted. I was definitely a shitty person who didn't deserve him but there would be other weekends with him and I couldn't say that about Will.

"I'm so sorry. I was really looking forward to tonight. Should I give you a ride back?"

"Did you drive?" Caleb asked.

"I did." I said. "I wanted to learn my way around. Why?"

"We can bring Patrick back." Caleb said. "That way you can just get on the road." That was actually very nice of him.

"But his stuff is back at my place." Patrick said.

"It's actually just a change of clothes. It will work fine for the next trip - assuming I'm invited back. A couple of weeks? I have Eric next weekend." I said. Patrick smiled so brightly. It was like at the end of the movie, the Goodbye Girl when Richard Dreyfus leaves his guitar with Marsha Mason. Well, sort of. My parents loved that movie.

"Ok, go. Please text me and let me know he's ok." Patrick said. The guilt was starting to weigh on me.

"I will." I said and leaned in to kiss him goodbye. "Later Cay. Sam."

"Later, Rock Star. Hope everything turns out ok. Give Willy Wonka a hug from me." Caleb said. Then he turned to Patrick. "I can't believe my date lasted longer than yours."

Part 2: Please Come Home

"I'm about 20 minutes away." I texted Will from my car as I got close to home coming back from my weekend at Patrick's that I'd cut short to take advantage of Will's weekend home alone with just Jake.

"Here are your instructions:" Will texted back, followed by the three little dots. I was trying to watch the road but was anxious to find out what that cryptic message meant.

"Door will be open."

"I'll be bent over the back of the sofa."

"Your favorite porn will be on."

"I'll be naked."

"My hole will be slippery with lube."

"Pull down your pants."

"Fuck me."

Then a pause and the three dots appeared again like he was adding an afterthought.

"Burn after reading."

I didn't really need that last direction; I didn't want anyone finding that text any more than he did. I rear it again and deleted it. I felt my stiff cock head flare. I'd already spent most of the drive time with at least a partial boner thinking about last night and this morning - and what was about to happen - but my perpetual half hardon had become stiff as a steel rod. It was like he'd read my mind and knew exactly what I'd been missing. This was a fantasy: just walk in, drop trou, and start fucking.

"Where's Jake?" I texted.

"At Aaron's." He responded. "Drive fast." He added which was really not like him. He followed the rules. The three dots returned. "But don't get pulled over." I gave his comment the thumbs up emoji and grabbed my bulge as I stepped on the gas just a little more.

Will had also done some googling. He'd prepped himself to get fucked and was enjoying the smooth, relaxed feeling of a clean, empty, slippery hole. He couldn't risk keeping a dildo in the house so had lubed up his favorite substitute - kielbasa sausage - and had worked it up into his hole to make it nice and easy for Matt to slide in. He debated whether to leave it in so Matt would find it wet and just hanging out his ass. The thought made him laugh and he decided, 'why not?'. He texted Matt one more message.

"Pull it out first."

He pulled up a video of Tommy Defendi fucking Andrew Blue who Will knew looked vaguely like himself with his curly golden hair, short beard, and round, smooth muscular ass. Then he waited with the video on pause until he heard Matt drive up.

I parked in Will's driveway and sat in the car waiting for my boner to go down enough that I could make the short walk to the front door. I noticed the shades were drawn tight. It was still daylight but it looked like no one was home. Jake's bike was almost always left leaning against the side of the garage when he was home. It was absent so I felt more comfortable being sure he wasn't there but for some weird reason I was also a little disappointed. What the fuck? And speaking of what the fuck: what the fuck did 'pull it out first' mean?

Fuck it, I thought. My boner is only getting harder. I decided the neighbors were too far away to really see a tent in my jeans. I got out, adjusted myself in my jeans, and walked to the door. I was about to knock but noticed the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and peered into their entry foyer.

"Hello?" I said still feeling like just walking in was somehow wrong even though those were Will's instructions. I shut the door and wandered through the house wondering where a sofa might reside. I'd never been in Will's house. I was taking in the decor and personal items making a mental note of how his home matched what I'd pictured. It was very neat and orderly and stylish but in a way that looked like it had been staged in a Pottery Barn catalog. There weren't many clues to his family's personality other than photos on the wall of Will's kids at different ages. Jake was so cute. I hadn't known him until last year when he started hanging out with Eric. He'd always been cute. I wondered how involved Will had been in any of the decisions. It just didn't look like him.

Then I heard the sound of the TV and moved in that direction. As I got closer, I heard moaning and grunts and the distinct absence of the high-pitched screams of female porn stars pretending to cum. It was just guttural, animalistic groans. Then I saw him.

Will was buck naked, standing against the back of a brown leather sofa. He was bent at the waist with his legs spread and his hard cock pointing straight down and his balls hanging just under his firm, round ass. As I stepped closer, I could see that there was something already in his ass.

Oh my god. I busted out laughing. There was a pink sausage poking out of his hole about six inches. It was slick with lube. I saw Will's back sort of spasm and knew he was trying to silently stifle a laugh.

I walked up behind him, grabbed the slippery end of the meat and slowly pulled it from his hole. His ass crack was wet and slippery and that clear lube went running down his left inner thigh. I was tempted to bend down and eat his hole to see if I could taste it but it was so slathered with lube, I decided not to. I smacked his ass with the foot-long sausage and tossed it aside.

I tore my eyes away from that beautiful sight to see Tommy Defendi on the deck of a boat with a bunch of other guys. He was fucking a dude that looked remarkably like Will if I squinted. The other guys were standing naked around them jacking off.

"Holy Fuck!" I said to the TV. Will was still silent. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my jeans and pulled them and my tighty whities down and off. My boner slapped up against my stomach. I saw a bottle of lube sitting on the edge of the back of the sofa. It had a yellow post-it note on it with the words, "FUCK ME" written in black sharpie and stuck to the bottle. I grabbed my cock and started lubing up. I pulled off my tee shirt so I was naked as well; then I stepped up behind him and pushed my boner against his hole.

Will moaned as I slid all the way in with ease. "Oh my fucking god!" I yelled. "Fuck yeah! I needed this soooo bad! You have no idea!!"

Will just moaned some more and reached back to spread his ass cheeks apart. "Thaaaat's it. Fucking do it! Do it. Do me! Do my ass! Fuck yeah!! Let loose. Fuck my tight, wet pussy hole. Fuck yeah!! My fucking pussy hole is so wet for you. I want you. I want that fat fucking bone in me so bad! I've been waiting for your cock for so long. I can feel how fucking hard that thing is; holy shit you're hard. Fuck me! Fuck me. C'mon Matt. Just keep fucking me!!"

Jesus. Not a single word and then this.

It felt like sloppy seconds, he was so loose and wet. I put my hands on the small of his back and just started slamming my pelvis against his ass. His hole was so slippery. The squishing sound was so hot. I sped up and pounded hard and then I slowed down and pulled all the way out and then shoved my boner back in all the way to the base. Then I just held myself inside him and thrust hard pushing his stiff cock against the back of the sofa.

I alternated looking down at my hard dick going in and out and watching Tommy fuck the Will look-a-like on screen, matching the rhythm of their fuck.

"Patrick didn't let you fuck him, did he?" Will said as his face was buried in the seat cushions.

"No. How did you know?" I said and I thrust into his hole harder.

"Just a feeling." Will said. I kept thrusting in and out. "All you want to do is fuck right now. Am I right?" He said.

"Yes." I said. "How did you know?" I asked again.

"I know you." He replied and I felt him arch slightly and it was even easier to slide in and out.

"Fuck yeah! I love that you know!" I said and slapped his ass - harder than I'd intended.

"Ouch! Fucker." Will said playfully. "You're getting your ass spanked for that."

"Oh, yeah?" I said. "When is that gonna be?"

"When I fuck you back." He said and grunted as I thrust hard against him again.

"This feels so good." I said as if to myself.

"It does." Will said. "Cum up my hole. I wanna feel you nut."

"Soon, Baby!" I said. "I mean buddy." What the fuck?

"Fuck me, Baby." Will said. "I mean buddy." He said laughing at me. I wasn't sure what that meant but was glad he was at least amused by my slip. "C'mon, Baby. Nut up my ass. Do it. I wanna feel you unload. I've been waiting for it. All week. I want your nut. Nut in me. Nut in me. Nut in me." He kept saying in time with my thrusts.

I was so glad I'd let Patrick blow me this morning. It was allowing me to last so much longer. I'd have busted for sure by now otherwise but I was riding on the edge of an orgasm for a couple of minutes now. One long, deep thrust would push me over the edge.

I watched the action on TV. The other guys jacking off around Tommy were getting close too. They were starting to get into position to cover the Will dude with jizz. I recognized one of the guys as Jimmy from the Broke Straight Boys porn site. He was cocky and so hot. As soon as he stepped up to nut on the guy's face, I thrust hard and sent myself over the edge. "AAAAaaarggghhh!!!" I grunted so loudly as I felt fat streams of cum ropes pour out of my manhood. I looked away from the screen and down at Will's ass and tried to picture my cum emptying into him. I bucked and thrust and felt his hole grip me like he was trying to hold me inside of him. "Ho - Lee - Fuuuck!" I yelled and collapsed over his back breathing heavily. I kissed Will's back and looked back up at the screen just in time to watch Tommy pull out and shoot his load all over. The other boys cheered. It made me wish we'd had an audience again like in the Men's room at the club. "I wanna make you cum now." I whispered to Will and licked his ear lobe.

"Too late, Buddy." Will said as if he too were spent. I was confused. I stood up and pulled out and as I backed up a couple of steps, I saw his thick, white cum plastered all over the back of the sofa. It was slowly dripping down toward the hard wood floor. He must have been cumming when I felt his hole grip my cock. We'd cum together. Cool.

Will stood up and turned around and gave me a big bear hug. His beard rubbed against my face and then our mouths met and we kissed, which turned in a little making out. His mouth felt so good - familiar and right - like his was the mouth all of the others were being compared to. Our cocks remained plump and stuck out away from bodies and we felt them rub against each other. They were still dripping.

We walked around to the front of the sofa and sat naked on the leather.

"Don't you need a towel to sit on? You gotta be leaking jizz...and lube." I said, more worried about Michelle's rules than he seemed to be.

"Fuck it. It'll wipe right off the leather." He said.

"Dude." I said smirking at him.

"Ok, fine." He said and he bent down to grab his tee shirt from the floor. He wiped the liquid off the seat cushion and sat back down on his shirt.

"You're still leaking a little. Let me get that for you." I said, smiling and leaned over and slid the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked the last stream of semen from his piss slit. "Yum. What did you eat?"

"A strawberry smoothie." He said. "I don't think you got it all. You better make sure." He added spreading his legs. I laughed at his ploy to keep me blowing him. I grabbed his loose balls and held them in my hand as if I were weighing them.

"I think they're empty now." Then his cock leaked another long string of white spooge onto the inside of my wrist and we both laughed. I brought it to my mouth and licked it off. Will leaned over to kiss me and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I felt my cock expand a little. I needed to take a break though. "So, now what should we do?" The idea of just hanging out sounded nice. I reached over and played with his pubes as we sat naked next to each other. "Is Jake gone all night?"

"Not sure." Will said. "Probably. They went over to Nick's place to play video games. I don't know why they don't do something outside. It's beautiful out. Plus, I don't like them over there with Scott home. I don't trust that fucking perv."

"Is he there?" I asked suddenly sharing his concern although I knew Eric wasn't there. He was booked with his mother's family today.

"I don't know. It seemed weird to ask. I almost wanted to drive by to see if his car was there." Will said.

"You think he'd try something with the boys?" I asked.

"I wouldn't put it past him. I wouldn't put it past Jacob though either. He's oversexed lately. He just wants to get off all the time - anywhere. He's like the Ever Ready Bunny of horniness lately." Will said. I looked surprised.

"What do you mean? Did something happen?" I asked.

"Holy shit. Yes. I've been waiting to tell you this story all day. It was way too long to text. He then proceeded to tell me the story about the gym encounter from last night. I no longer felt guilty about being with Patrick. "Nice chubby!" He added when he noticed I'd gotten semi-hard listening to him tell the story about he and Jake and Arjun in the shower stall. I wished I'd been there. I was picturing it. I started to leak precum.

"You're nothing if not predictable." Will said laughing at my leaky cock. He reached over and grabbed my dick and milked the precum out of it and licked it off his fingers. "Damn. You make some tasty juice, Bud." I blushed.

"Thanks, I guess." I said smiling. "You need help with anything with the cabinets?"

"Thanks, but not right now. I'm waiting for two units that weren't ready yet. Maybe later when they get here, though." He said.

"Do you have a tool belt?" I asked.

"You're funny." He said, smiling. "Actually, I do."

"Will you wear it later?" I asked, making it sound like a joke, but I was picturing it and really did want to see him in it.

"With a jock strap. Just for you." He replied. "Hey, speaking of jock straps, Jacob wanted to know why you hadn't returned his."

"Oh, fuck!" I said having completely forgotten about it. "What did you tell him? I can go buy him one today. Wanna go jock shopping with me?" I added smiling.

"He asked about it last night when we went to the gym. I blurted out that he wasn't getting it back and then didn't know what to say when he asked why. I just told him you ripped it." I started to laugh.

"How do you even do that?" I asked laughing. "I think I still have jocks from high school. They're practically indestructible. I don't think I could rip one if I tried."

"I know. Fortunately, Jake had less blood to the head at the time so, he didn't think about it too thoroughly. Like I said, his hormones are going crazy right now. He's like a dog that will just hump anything." Will said and it wasn't clear if he was amused or distressed by that assessment. I pictured Jake shooting his load on my face and my chubby got chubbier. I tried to change the subject.

"So: Arjun. I'm a little speechless. I sorta wish we'd seen him at Cell Block instead of Scott. He's kinda hot." I said picturing his beautiful brown skin and his small, full little mouth. I could tell he had a nice ass too. Will reached over the swiped another finger full of juice oozing from my piss slit.

"Oh - fuck! I forgot the best part." Will said excitedly. "The dude's uncut."

"No shit?" I said. "Oh - that makes sense. He's British, right? They're all uncut."

"Yeah. Anyway...you weren't kidding about how good that feels." Will said. Now I was jealous for no good reason. I'd gone on and on about how cool Patrick's uncut dick was to suck on. I'm an asshole in retrospect.

"So Jake squirted on his face?" I said circling back to his story about the gym shower encounter. I couldn't believe Jake had been involved and Will was ok with that. They had definitely changed their dynamic at the tournament. Actually, now that I thought about it, it was completely believable that Jake was involved. It was believable that Jake could have instigated it - but it sounds like that's not how it went down.

"Yeah - apparently just like how he squirted his load on yours." Will said and I was hit with a wave of panic. What the fuck had Jake said? I needed to be the one that told him this. What did he think happened? What did Jake say? That little shit! I knew he couldn't be trusted.

"What did he-" I started but the sentence I was forming made me sound very guilty. "How did you find-" I stopped again. That sentence was going to be even worse. "That just happened. I had no idea. He just came in. I was already...already..." I was rambling fast and incoherently - and digging myself into a hole - a deep one. One I felt like I was not going to climb out of. Why was Will so calm?

"Already jacking off?" He said. Fuck! He knew. He knew the whole story like he'd been there watching.

"Um...yeah." I said and didn't know how to continue. "I was in my room. The boys were all circle...circle jerking. You know, like in their room at the tournament. I left them alone. I-" Will cut me off.

"Dude. Relax. Jacob told me the whole story. Like I said, he's out of control. It's like he can't go five minutes without knocking one out." Will said. I just sat silently. I wasn't sure what to say. Anything I added could only make it worse.

"So...how did that even come up?" I asked. "I actually figured he'd say something...because..." I stopped. No matter how I finished that sentence it was going to sound insulting to Jake. Will finished it for me.

"Because Jacob can't keep a secret to save his fucking life." Will said.

"Well...yeah. Sort of. I was planning to tell you. It seemed better coming from me. But I couldn't text it...and then...you..."

"Distracted you with my asshole?" Will said smiling.

I laughed out loud. "Um. Yes, actually. You're getting very good at finishing my sentences."

"Now it's you who says the sweetest things." Will said.

"But really - how did it even come up? Did Jake just go, 'hey dad! I just blew my load on Eric's dad's face. What's for dinner?' " Now Will laughed out loud.

"While he was busting his nut on Arjun's forehead, I saw the lightning bolt." Will said.

"Ah." I said. Of course.

"Nice work, by the way." Will said. "BTW." He added smiling. I smiled back. Why was he so cool with this?

"Thanks?" I said. Will laughed.

"Now I want to see the "J" monogram too." Will said. Damn. Jake hadn't left out any details.

"It was a crazy afternoon." I said. "It's not like I wanted to do that...but they were seriously about to hurt themselves." I said in my defense.

"Yeah, Jake told me they practically begged you to help." He said. Thank god it seemed like Jake had told the story pretty accurately.

"I'm so glad you're not pissed off." I said. "On paper, it seemed like a pervy thing to do."

"Oh, it definitely was a pervy thing to do." Will said laughing. Then he paused. "But I would have done the same thing. Maybe. If I'd had the guts. I'm sorry I missed it. I can't imagine how hard your cock had to be on your knees in front of them. I know those teen circle jerks brought you right back to the high school locker room. You told me all about it in the hotel room."

I was so relieved. I thought he'd understand - but only if I'd been the one to but it in the right context. I can't believe Jake didn't throw me under the bus. I suddenly pictured him shooting his load at me again. My cock got fully hard.

"Which teen cock are you thinking about?" Will asked nodding down to my boner.

"Aaron's." I lied. "I touched his. I had to move it out of way to trim his bush. He had a boner. That kid likes the dick, I'm pretty sure. And he's packin' - like nearly as big as Scott's hog. And it looks gigantic on his little, scrawny body."

"Damn. Jacob didn't tell me that part." Will said.

"He had to rub one out while I was doing Josh...who's also packin'." I added.

"Of course." Will said rolling his eyes. "Jacob didn't mention that either."

It was interesting what details he'd omitted and which he'd included. He was protecting Aaron. I wondered what that meant.

"Anyway. The whole time it was happening, I was wishing you'd been there." I said, very sincerely.

"I'm sorry I wasn't." Will said. We focused on the TV screen. The video was over and xhamster was displaying the screen of similar videos to choose from. It reminded me of how iTunes offers up music - 'if you liked this, you might like this one too.' Xhamster was often right. I can go down that porn rabbit hole for hours and end up in some pervy places that are far from where I started.

"So how'd you leave things with Arjun?" I asked.

"I told him about your poker night plan. He's excited. I think he's definitely in. He just needs to get his kid out on a sleepover."

"We can probably arrange that." I said.

"That's exactly what I told him." Will said. "He's...eager. I'll put it that way. He messed around in D.C. before they moved here and I think he's been a little...deprived since then."

"You mean like you?" I said hoping he would take that with affection.

"Good point. I can make a regular poker night work, though, I think." He said which made my pulse race. "So how was Patrick?"

"He was also...eager." I said. "I feel like he's ready to get married or something. I mean he's a really good guy; you know? But he barely knows me and he's way into me." I said trying to minimize our connection although it wasn't like what I was saying wasn't true. I was just omitting my feelings for him. He was behind in the point system though.

"Eager to fuck." Will said. "Not so eager to get fucked."

"Yeah. There's that too." I said. "So, I don't know. Plus, I think maybe Caleb is actually into him. He got kind of weird."

"Weird?" Will asked.

"Yeah, I don't know. Protective. Threatened by me a little. I could be completely misinterpreting but it wasn't the same. He was still funny as fuck though. He FaceTimed Patrick and I with his Grindr date. The guy was freaked out."

"What's a grinder date?" Will asked.

"Are you fucking serious?" I said. "I swear to god you live under a rock."

"So what is it?" He pushed.

"It's a hook up app - like Tinder but just for guys. Are you seriously that unaware? You're not fucking with me?"

"Fuck you." He said.

Well, it is your turn." I said smiling at him.

"I need to wait. I am over 40, you know."

"Was that your first load today?" I asked. "I'll be going on my third."

"Braggart." Will said.

"I am younger though." I said

"Again, Fuck. You!" He said. "It's not even a full year."

"I'm your boy toy." I said laughing.

"My hot Little Rock star action figure." He said. "And that was my second load today too. I came this morning in bed. Jacob watched me." He looked up into my eyes and saw the dumbfounded look on my face. "Don't ask." My jaw dropped open. "Ok, I know you're gonna ask. It's a long story. I'll tell you later. It's like you and Eric. We decided to have a more open atmosphere when the girls are gone. That's all."

"Did you watch him too?" I asked picturing Jake shooting his load again for about the tenth time today.

"Kinda." He said.

"Kinda??" I said unintentionally raising the pitch of my voice. "You can't 'kinda' watch someone cum." Will was silent. "Oh my god. He shot his load on your face too, didn't he? That's why you're so understanding. You know he just walks up and does it."

"Kinda." He said and started laughing. I started laughing too.

"Ok, I'm gonna need more details at some point. We can at least compare notes." I paused and pulled on my briefs to which Will made his sad puppy face which made me laugh again. "Seriously - what do you want to do now?" I asked. "We could just watch a movie."

"Aww. Cuddle on the couch with a Rom Com?" Will said smirking.

"Definitely not. I wanna shit blow up and shoot 'em up action! Something we never get to watch with wives." I said.

"How about something that they'd have liked that they didn't know we'd also like?" Will asked.

"You mean like Magic Mike?" I asked. "I haven't seen it. Not sure why I haven't rented it now that I'm single. I forgot about it."

"Seen it." Will said. I laughed.

"Seriously? When?" I asked.

"Last time 'Chelle went to her sister's actually." He said. "I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty good and not because of the hot guys - although they are hot as fuck - but I can see that online. The sequel's good too - maybe even better. It's basically a guy's road trip movie."

"Wow." I said.

"I'd watch them again." He said.

"Ok. What if Jake comes home?" I asked. "That would be hard to explain. And he'd definitely tell his mother and maybe everyone else's."

"Good point." He said. "How about Top Gun. I wanna watch it again before I see the new one. I got a boner in high school watching that volleyball scene at a friend's sleep over."

"That one seems Jake-proof. Fire it up. Should we put clothes on?" I asked.

"I don't want to - underwear is good enough." Will said. "I like you in your tighty whities."

"And you can explain that away to Jake?" I asked.

"Honestly, I don't think he'd notice. He wanted to be in underwear all weekend because Chelle won't allow it but I guess we shouldn't risk it. Put your tee shirt back on. I'll loan a pair of gym shorts. I gotta get a new shirt." He said.

"No, you don't. I like you in the spoogy one." I said.

"Well, it's all about your needs." Will said laughing.

"I'm pretty sure it's about to be all about your needs. My ass is yours now." I said.

"Oh, it's definitely about the need." Will said winking at me and then we both said in unison, "the need for speed!"