Home After the Tournament

Home After the Tournament: Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: The Story

"So are you gonna tell me the story about how Jake busted his load on your face? Or am going to have to devise some elaborate method to torture that out of you?" I asked Will when we'd gotten back in my car after seeing the movie, Maverick. Will remained silent and kept his eyes on the road even though I was the one driving. "Did he catch you or did you catch him?" I added assuming it went down in a somewhat similar way to when Jake had launched his load at me in my bedroom when he walked in on me jerking off on my bed after the boy-scaping session. Still nothing. "C'mon, man. I caught Eric blowing himself. No judgement here. You know you're gonna tell me eventually. You don't want me to picture something more dramatic than what actually went down do you? Were you sucking his cock and he pulled out at the last second because you'd begged him for a facial?" I asked, trying to goad him into speaking, knowing no part of that would ever be true.

"What the...?" He finally turned to me, looking actually pissed off.

"So you CAN speak!" I said laughing which only intensified his irritation.

"Dude, that's fucked up!" Will said. "Seriously - that's making me cringe. Never say that again."

"So?" I said. "C'mon. I told you what happened. You gotta tell me."

"Fuck. Fine." Will said giving in to the inevitable. "It wasn't that big of a deal."

"I've seen it. It's as big as yours." I said laughing. Will shot me a look and then finally smiled. "In fact, it pretty much looks exactly like yours. It's a little spooky honestly. His might be curved a little more. He has a little more banana than you."

"C'mon, Man. Seriously - stop." He said, sounding more defeated now than annoyed. I just looked at him and raised my right eyebrow at him. "Ok, fine. It does kinda look like mine. He's gotten to be a big boy." He paused and I raised my eyebrow even further. "I don't mean his dick. I mean he's grown again - or more. He's at least six feet now and his arms are fucking big - and his ass-" I cut him off.

"His ass?" I interjected.

"Yeah - his ass - and his thighs. He's getting downright beefy now and he's not even sixteen for two more months. I didn't get that big 'til college. My arms aren't even that big now."

I was going to continue to give him shit but I knew what he meant. I'd noticed how much more of man Eric looked now too. I switched to being more sympathetic. "I know what you mean. Eric too. He's so hairy. He could pass for 25 in the locker room."

"Yeah...he's a hot little fucker." Will said.

"What the fuck?" I said shocked. Not so much shocked that he found Eric hot. Eric was, in fact, hot. No denying that. All of those wrestlers were hot - Nick, Josh - even Aaron was a super cute kid even though he had some filling out to do. I was more shocked that he'd said it.

"You know what I mean." Will said. "These jock boys are in their prime. They remind me of when I was first coming of age. The locker room. The showers. It was when we first felt like men - you know?"

"Of course." I said. "You know I've gotten a little flustered around all of them. That manscaping being the worst example. Which brings us back to the load busting. C'mon. What the fuck happened?"

"I have a feeling this is getting you off." Will said.

"What was your first clue?" I joked. "My boner?"

"You have a boner?" Will asked.

"Maybe you should check." I said. Will looked shocked. He needed help sometimes.

"Right now?" He asked.

"Well only if you want to find out." I said. We pulled up to a stop light which apparently felt safer to Will. He reached over and slid his hand over my thigh on my jeans and then felt my balls down by the leather seat. He reached over further and finally got his hand on my stiff cock as it was snaked down my left pant leg.

"Holy fuck." Will said surprised. "You're not kidding. You're hard as a post."

"I've been daydreaming about sucking your cock through that whole movie." I said.

"Oh, yeah?" Will replied.

"You should feel my briefs. They're kinda soaked. Whip it out."

"What?! Right here?! In the car?" Will asked in a whisper as if anyone could hear us.

"Yeah. Show me. Make me drool some more." I said glancing away from the road as we were stopped and looking him in the eyes with my most charming, flirtatious grin."

"Damn, you're cute; ok." He said. "I wish I'd known you in high school." He looked both ways to make sure there wasn't an SUV that could see down into my Acura that was low to the ground and pulled his jeans down to his thighs. His cock was at about 80%.

"Fuck yeah." I said and leaned over and sucked his head into my mouth. "Mmmmmm."

"Oh, fuck." Will said sitting straight up and closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations. "Oh - Fuck! Green light, Buddy! Go!" I pulled off and sat back up behind the wheel and stepped on the gas a little too hard. I peeled out, squealing the tires for a second and we both laughed. As I drove, I unbuckled my pants and scooted them down to my ankles and spread my knees. I slowed down enough to time our arrival at the next light with the end of the yellow yield. "This is a long light. Do me now."

Will hesitated but only for a second. He leaned into my lap and took my stiff dick down his throat. "Mmmmm." He said and pulled off for a second. "You're fucking leaking. You weren't kidding. It tastes so good." He sucked me until the light turned green and he saw my foot shift from the brake to the gas. He tried to pull off but I put my hand on the back of his head and gently held him down. He got the message and continued to blow me as we went through four more stop lights. I'd never actually gotten head while driving before. This was definitely a fantasy come true. It was getting me really worked up. I could feel my balls tingling.

"It's dark out now and my windows are tinted. No one can see you. Chill. Just keep sucking me."

"Mmmmmm." Will moaned as I felt myself ooze more juice into his mouth. I was a long way from cumming and I wanted his dick again. Another couple of minutes went by and I pulled into Will's driveway.

"We're home." I said. Will immediately pulled off and sat up. "Relax. No one can see you." I managed to wrestle my boner back into my pants and we went inside assuming none of the neighbors could see our tented pants in the dark.

"Jacob!?" Will yelled. There was no response but that meant nothing. We assumed he and Aaron were probably upstairs. "Jacob!!" He yelled again. Still nothing. "I'm gonna make us a whiskey. You wanna go upstairs and see if we're alone or not." He added and groped my junk and planted his mouth on mine for a brief but sloppy kiss.

"Sure." I said and headed upstairs. I wasn't sure which room was Jake's. I'd never been upstairs in Will's house. My cock throbbed a little knowing I was close to where they both routinely shot their loads. I walked into the first room which was covered in white shelves lined with books and dolls and stuffed animals - clearly Emily's room. The room on the other side was obviously the primary bedroom. I stopped to check out the king-sized bed covered with an array of throw pillows that seemed like enough for three beds. I pictured Will fucking Michelle there, his smooth, bare ass pumping up and down. My cock surged. My bulge was almost too prominent to go barging into Jake's room. The last door on the right must be his. It was closed.

I adjusted myself and knocked. Nothing. I knocked again. "Jake?" Still nothing. I heard muffled laughter. I turned the knob slowly and opened the door. The room was dark except for the light from Jake's TV. It smelled like a locker room which made me picture Jake showering with Will and Arjun. My cock surged again.

"Oh, hey, Matt!" Jake said and he pulled his headset down around his neck and paused the action. Aaron said nothing but gave me a salute which seemed like an odd greeting for his age. They were both sitting on the floor at the foot of Jake's bed and were completely naked. Their knees were pulled up so their loose ball sacs hung down over their cracks almost to the floor. Aaron's lengthy dick was folded over the top and the tip was resting in the carpet. The room smelled like more than just a locker room. It smelled like sex. They'd obviously circle jerked. Or I guess Jake would have corrected me; they'd have required a third for that definition to apply. My cock surged once more picturing them doing it and wanting to have joined them. It reminded me of when I was their age - the thrill of a sexually charged room with your buddies when everyone was horny for no particular reason, just because you were a teenage boy and it was simply always true. I felt myself leak so much that it almost felt like I was pissing my shorts. It's a good thing it was dark.

"Hey guys." I said. "Just checking in. Weren't sure where you'd be. We're gonna watch-"

"Some porn?" Jake interjected. Both boys giggled.

"The new Beatles documentary." I finished.

"How old are you again?" Jake asked, giving me shit.

"Fuck you." I said laughing and enjoying the new language freedom ushered in by Will. "Everyone loves the Beatles." Jake rolled his eyes. Aaron looked at me like he agreed but didn't want to also suffer Jake's condescension. He smiled at me and our eyes met. He was cute - and impish. He seemed smarter than most of the other boys.

"The Beatles suck!" Jake said. I couldn't tell if that was his actual opinion or if he was just trying to get a rise out of me - the other kind.

"Fuck you!" I said again smiling.

"I know you want to." Jake said and Aaron shot him a look that I could not identify other than it shocked him. It almost looked like anger. Jake's comment flustered me and I was verbally paralyzed and unable to return a suitably snarky comeback. Then too much time went by for one at all.

I caught Aaron's gaze again. He was staring at me. He looks like that kid who plays Spider-Man. The new one - not Toby McGuire or Andrew Garfield. Toby was cute; don't get me wrong. So was Andrew. But that new kid - what is his name? "Who's the actor that plays Spiderman?" I blurted out before realizing how random that would sound if they hadn't been following down my mental rabbit hole.

"Tom Holland." Jake said and got a big grin on his face. "I told you, Dude!" He said but it was directed at Aaron. Aaron looked back at me and had an even bigger grin on his face. It took me a minute. Apparently, I was not the first one to make this connection. I blushed. Again, it was good thing it was dark.

"You guys need anything? Soda? Snacks?" I said trying to seem more parental again.

"I bet you're having a whiskey." Jake said.

"You guessed it. Your dad's pouring them as we speak." I said knowing he was going to angle for one as well. "And the answer to your next question is, 'No'." He looked up at me from the TV screen and I smiled at him.

"You sure?" He asked with a grin that seemed to say he thought he was so charming that he could talk anyone into anything.

"I'm sure. Someday, we'll all sit around a campfire and share two fingers - but it'll be a while." I said picturing hanging out with our sons when they got older and we could hangout like peers. That was a long way away though. That made me think of a recent, vintage porn scene I'd jacked off to where two pairs of fathers and sons go camping - or maybe it was in a cabin - and swap sons. Then I thought of a scoutmaster scene and pictured Aaron in a scout uniform with that crazy neckerchief and dorky shorts and socks and merit badges. I needed to mentally purge that image so just stared at his naked body. That cock. Holy fuck. What does one that big feel like?

"Two fingers?" Jake asked, snapping me out of my mental fantasy again. I saw the dirty-minded wheels spinning in his head as he casually slid his hand down over his junk and fondled his cock head before scratching under his sac.

Aaron grabbed his empty glass that was sitting on the floor next to his naked hip and finally joined the conversation. "You pour whiskey into a glass up to your second finger. Like this." He said holding his index and middle fingers together against the base of the glass. That's how a bartender knows how much the right amount is to pour." He sounded both mildly condescending and excited to impart this worldly and manly intel to his buddy as if he were passing on the secret word used to get into a speakeasy.

"Huh. Really?" He asked me for confirmation.

"Yup. He's absolutely right." I said making Aaron very happy. I glanced down and noticed his fire hose of a dick was now pointing up slightly but not yet parallel with his bent legs.

"Cool." Jake said. "How'd you know that?" He directed to Aaron.

"I know stuff." He replied. Jake just kept looking at him. "My uncle. At our cabin." He added. Fuck. My mind went back to the cabin scene and I was picturing Aaron blowing his uncle whom I didn't know what he looked like so just pictured his father, Tom. That was nearly a boner killer. Tom had a personality that screamed, 'no fun.' I wondered how Aaron came out so clever and mischievous. Tom's wife must be cool. Tom must have a big dick too.

"Cool." Jake said. "I'll take three fingers." I laughed out loud.

"Two cokes coming right up." I said and left them to their video game. That exchange reminded me of when Dix had responded with a similar quip at breakfast during the tournament weekend when Jake had ordered bloody Mary's. That made me smile to myself and remember the great sex with Dix which made my cock surge yet again. Everything was making me so horny - even picturing Tom naked now.

Just as I closed the door, I heard Jake turn to Aaron. He was intentionally loud enough that I could still hear. "Did you see Matt had a fat boner?" I didn't hear Aaron's response. I guess I wasn't in the dark as much as I thought. I groped my crotch and headed downstairs.

--

Will and I sat next to each other on the same brown leather sofa that he'd bent over while I fucked him - and watched the documentary. Will put his hand on my thigh at some point. It felt nice. The documentary was good but I was falling asleep. It had been a long weekend so far and it had caught up to me. I couldn't believe I'd been at Patrick's in the city last night. It felt like so long ago. He'd texted before the movie and I felt guilty lying about Eric's make-believe injury. I was still happy I was here though. I'd wondered if Will and I would ever get to just hang out again and now we had the rest of the weekend.

"You should just stay here." Will said. "You're gonna be over here for breakfast anyway."

"If breakfast is your sausage." I said making a sex joke that came out more like a dad joke instead. "We should have gone to my place. What were we thinking?" I said.

"We can go over there for a while tomorrow if Jake sticks around. I didn't want to leave him tonight."

"He doesn't really need supervision." I said.

"I know, but he's excited about this whole guy's weekend thing. I didn't want to just not be here then. He's got Aaron over so you should stay too and really make it a man cave weekend. The game's on tomorrow."

"Ok. This couch looks pretty comfy, I guess." I said unsure what his plan was. "I think I'll sleep better here than in Emily's twin canopy bed."

Will started to laugh. "Oh, fuck no. You're sleeping with me. It's a king size. It's awesome. It'll be just like the hotel. We'll...have fun."

"Really?" I asked. "That won't be weird for you? Jake won't care? Michelle won't care?"

"She won't know. I'll wash the sheets. It won't seem weird. They get washed every Sunday anyway." Will said casually. I wanted to make a comment about their rigid laundry schedule but decided not to push my luck. "Plus...I should get to fuck someone in that bed." I was shocked. Will really seemed like he was not as pussy-whipped as I thought.

"I like that plan better. We need to finish what we started." I said and reached over to grope his groin. He was hard already.

"Agreed." He said and he turned off the TV. We stood, glancing at each other's tented pants, and brought our empty glasses to the kitchen. I followed his round ass up the stairs behind him like a puppy.

--

"So when are you going to finish the story?" I asked when we'd finally climbed under the covers, naked, after brushing our teeth together in front of the mirror just like we had in the hotel.

Will looked at me confused but then tracked my train of thought. He rolled his eyes. "You're a perv."

"This is not news." I said. "In the last week, I've monogrammed pubes, fucked around with my barista in front of his roommate, FaceTimed during sex, and gotten road head." I paused. Will looked frozen. "Oh, and pulled a fucking kielbasa out of your ass to make room for my cock." I added. "Although that one makes you the perv...in fact what the fuck are you saying? You blew me in a target store, had a three- way with your son at the gym, tasted your boy's spooge...oh and used your breakfast as a dildo! You definitely win the perv award. And that's just since we've been home after the tournament."

"I didn't taste it." Will said as if that put him in second place again.

"You didn't?" I asked.

"No! Fuck No!" Will said with a mixture of shock and annoyance. "Did you?"

"Um...a little." I said and he raised his eyebrow. "It hit my lips. I couldn't help it." He squinted at me like a disapproving teacher. "Ok, so I fucking tasted it. I cleaned his whole load off my face and slurped it up. I was curious. It tasted good. They're all so young. I didn't get to do that when I was their age. I'm not sorry. Are you happy now?"

"Happy that you tasted my son's semen?" Will said sternly. "Not really; No."

"It's not like I blew him." I said as though that were somehow admirable evidence of moral discipline.

"Wait a second." Will said and started looking around the room as if he'd lost something. "I think I have it around here somewhere."

"Have what?" I asked, very confused.

"Your medal." Will said as he pretended to keep searching. He looked up and caught my eyes and slowly started smiling.

"Holy fuck!" I said. "I thought you were seriously pissed." I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"We'll I'm not, not serious." He said and my anxiety briefly returned. "But I get it. I've beat my meat picturing Eric blowing himself ever since you told me. I guess we're both a little pervy."

"So...how many times do I have to bring us back around to the story? I wanna hear it. Consider it foreplay." I said.

"You're a sick puppy." He said.

"Man's best friend." I said smiling.

"Hopefully just mine." Will said and I felt my eyes well up instantly.

"You know how dogs are. They like it when everyone pets them and scratches their belly, but they're only loyal to one." I said but wasn't sure I wanted this doggie/master metaphor to continue.

"You had me at doggie." He said smiling and leaned over to kiss me. "I'll scratch your belly." He added as he rubbed his hand over the fur on my abs and then moved his fingers down to play with my bushy black pubes. Then he grabbed my nuts. His hand was cold and it made me jump.

"Woof." I said and slid my hand down his lightly furry chest, past his trimmed pubes, to grab his growing manhood. Then I climbed under the covers and guided his cock into my mouth. I love feeling a dick that is plump and firm but not quite fully hard yet. I love feeling it expand that last inch in my mouth until it's rock hard. I held Will's balls and tugged on them as I sucked. He spread his legs and slid his right hand down under the covers to feel my head bobbing up and down. Then I reconsidered, released his boner, and stuck my head out from under the comforter. "So, back to the story."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Will said.

"I'll finish when you finish." I said.

Will playfully lifted the comforter up with his left hand and pushed my head back down underneath with his right. I resisted and shook my head. I scooted up and kissed him. Then I climbed up on top of him, grabbed his wrists and held them up by the sides of his head. "Finish the story." I could feel his stiff dick between my ass cheeks and was tempted to just let him push into me. I didn't really care that much about the story anymore. But I did. I needed to know what happened so that I didn't feel so creepy for letting it happen to me - and for still feeling horny about it. But it was different for me. It wasn't like Eric had blasted on my face. I wouldn't stop that from happening but it wouldn't make me horny like Jake's load does. I should just let it go. He admitted to getting off thinking about Eric's self-sucking skill. That should make us even.

"Ok fine. Can you let go of my wrists first?" Will said. I released his hands and rolled off onto my back.

"You don't have to tell me. Picturing it just makes me horny. You're so hot and he's like a clone of you." I said.

"A fucking cocky little clone. Holy shit!" Will said and started laughing.

"Seems like he got your playful horny side and Michelle's type A assertiveness." I said and instantly regretted bringing up Will's wife. Fortunately, he seemed more annoyed by the comparison than mentally dragged into picturing his idyllic nuclear family.

"Assertiveness." Will said. "That's one word for it. You're very diplomatic." He added. I was silent; the less I said now the better. "So, we left our bedroom doors open since it was just the two of us. I woke up...the usual way...you know?"

"Boned up?" I offered.

"Very. I don't remember my dream but I'm pretty sure it was dirty. I was horny. The night before had taken the edge off but it also made me really horny. Arjun was...just so different...you know? His body was so beautiful...such a deep, rich brown. He was nervous but also obviously really horny. Like it had been a long time and our conversation had sort of stirred things up for him. You know what mean?"

I nodded even though being pent up for a long time hadn't exactly been my issue lately - but all guys can relate to that feeling when you just can't make your mind go anywhere but sex. I'm sure Will felt the same all the time now having just had this door opened and then shut back in his repressed situation.

"So I started reliving the night before in the gym showers and got really worked up, and-" Will said.

"Did you rub one out again last night thinking about it?" I interrupted. I certainly would have.

"I didn't. That's probably why I was extra horny. Jacob and I stayed up and watched a movie and hung out. We didn't talk about it at all. We just hung out like buddies. It was really great!

"That's awesome!" I said knowing what a good feeling that is.

"So I pull my boxers down and starting feeling myself up a little. You know how that groggy, horny morning feeling is, right?" Will said.

"Of course." I replied.

"So I'm scratching my balls and my bush - and then I grab ahold and start reliving the gym. I start stroking. I think, 'damn, I wish the door wasn't open' but I'm under the covers and I don't really wanna get out of bed with a raging hard on - you know?" He said.

"Yeah, yeah. Totally. That's pretty much every morning for me." I said.

"So I'm starting to really go at it and I'm getting a little sweaty under the comforter so I kick it down so my chest is exposed. The comforter's still hiding my dick so I figure it's all good. I would have started some porn if the door had been closed. I'm glad I didn't. I would have picked some locker room shower scene and gotten totally busted. So lucky! Anyway - I really want some lube and you know I don't leak a ton like you, so I reach over for some lube in the nightstand and-"

"You keep lube in your nightstand?" I ask. "Like for sex?" I was suddenly and irrationally jealous of Michelle again.

"Buddy, you know how much sex I'm not having." Will said. "In here anyway."

"So you just openly have lube for beating off by your bed? Does Michelle know it's there?" I ask, assuming she would not be happy with that. She seems just too prudish or something. My ex would have been offended if I'd ever just jerked off in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. She knows it's there. She knows I masturbate. I used to do it next to her in bed, figuring she'd get the hint. She just rolled her eyes and rolled over and let me finish. Makes me feel like shit for being horny - which sucks. So now I wait until she's gone. She gets up and leaves before me in the morning." He continued. "See why I was so excited to have the wank time in the hotel?"

"Wow." I said. "I gotta say, the thought of jacking off next to her is making me hot."

"Let me know when I get to a part that doesn't make you hot." He said smiling.

"Will do." I said, feeling myself blush.

"So, anyway - I pull down the covers just under my nuts and lube up. I don't want to get lube on the sheets so I just leave myself exposed, but the covers are sorta bunched up there so I figure if Jacob woke up and walked by, he'd never notice."

"Never notice the squishing sound and rapid arm movements?" I said.

"Just go with me here. I have less blood in my brain at this point." He said smiling. "I also figure I'll be done soon, so what the hell - right?"

"Ok. So, then what?" I ask.

"I'm just doing my thing. Minding my own business." He said and looked at me and smirked.

"And from out the blue..." I said as though we're now narrating a B Movie trailer.

"I see Jacob out of the corner of my eye, just standing in the doorway. He's buck naked and obviously stroking his dick." Will said. He started playing with his hard on as he spoke. I was starting to doubt that he hadn't found this hot at all but maybe it's hotter in retrospect then when it actually happened. "So I pretend not to notice and I'm just lying there looking up at the ceiling, stroking." He paused and did exactly that - looked up at the ceiling and stroked.

"So...so far so good." I said.

"Yeah. It was hot. Not because Jacob was hot but because it was hot to be caught...to be seen...to be jacking off and not be embarrassed. You know what I mean?" He asked me.

"I do. That's exactly how I feel when it's happened at my place. It just feels good to not hide it - to feel like...almost proud of it. I-"

"Exactly!" Will said. "It's just so...so...male."

"Yeah. That's it. It's like we're just celebrating being guys...being men. Like we're animals a little bit...like it's instinct...or just what comes naturally. We're not being judged by anyone else for needing to do it."

"Yes." I said. "I feel the same. Like we're celebrating our balls...and our cocks." I added.

"I'm feeling the need to celebrate along with you right now." I said and smiled at him.

"How about you celebrate on top of me. I want to feel our cocks together. I miss that." He said. He didn't have to ask me twice. I climbed on and felt the sensitive underside of my boner rub against his stiff cock. I straddled him and felt our chests together and we started making out. It was both comfortable and erotic at the same time. I just kept grinding into him.

"So are we done with the story now? Are we just going straight to boning?" Will said breaking our kiss.

"Oh, now you suddenly want to finish the story?" I laughed and rolled off of him.

"We'll there's not that much more to it." He said.

"We'll then let's put it to bed so to speak." I said.

"So I was really getting into it - like showing off. It was like I wanted to show him what I was like when I was his age - like to prove I'm not old or something maybe. I'm not sure it was complicated...but hot. There was a bit of an exhibitionist thing going on too. Maybe that's where Jacob gets it." He said and paused but continued to stroke like he was very horny. It was so hot watching him. It was like I was watching him jack off in high school. He was far more aggressive than I would have guessed. His loose balls were bouncing several inches up and down with each stroke. His was making me crazy. I love balls as much as I love dick.

"Can you control your balls?" I asked him.

"What do you mean, control?" He asked.

"You know - like being able to pull your balls up and down in your sac."

"Hmmm. Let's see." He said and nodded down at his groin. I looked at his junk and watched as his balls moved up to just under the base of his boner and then sank down to sit on his smooth ass cheeks on either side of his dark ass crevasse.

"That's hot." I said and went down on his cock for a minute - then came up to finally hear the end of the story.

"So he says, 'you thinking about last night?' and I said that was one of things I was thinking about. Then he asked, 'do you think about Mom?' I told him sometimes. Then he asked if I think about other girls I've fucked before. I told him that I do - sometimes. Then he asked, 'who was the best at fucking?' and I said, 'your mom of course - that's why I married her' which he just rolled his eyes at." Will said and then paused as though he were thinking about his fuck list in his head.

"Who WAS the best at fucking?" I asked playfully. "It wasn't Michelle?" I added assuming I knew the answer.

"Fuck no. She was the hottest though for sure - but the best? That was Sherry Stinson in college. Damn. That girl could screw. She was a gymnast. So bendy. Bent her in half practically." Will said. "For the record, I did want to tell him it was you."

"Flattery. It's going to get you laid tonight." I said as though his comment were more casual than I knew it was. "For the record, I feel the same."

"You don't have to say that just because I did. You did just run off to see Patrick." Will said and for the first time I got the impression he was jealous.

"William Sampson is by far my best fuck." I said and grabbed his cock and gave it a playful squeeze. "I mean it." I paused to see if I could tell from his eyes whether he believed me. I couldn't. "You know I don't need anyone's dick but yours." His expression didn't change. "But this weekend aside, your dick's not very available." Will's face became suddenly sad because he knew I was right.

"It won't be like this all the time." He said. I cocked my head like a dog indicating I didn't understand. "You know how busy I've been with all this remodeling shit." He said. "And..." he paused.

"And what? You have a wife and a five year old. It's not like you're gonna leave them and move in with me." I said and hated the way that came out - like the jealous other woman hoping her man will leave his wife. I cringed at how pathetic that sounded.

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" Will said, finally smiling. I wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't like I was in love. Was I? I'd never felt like this. I wasn't jealous of Will when we fucked around with other guys at the tournament - or even of Arjun. That seemed like it meant we were just buds. But I felt a lot of jealousy about Michelle. That meant something too. She was the one that got him for the rest of every-day life - I only got him for sex now and only on his schedule. I loved hanging out with Will. But I've had friends that I loved spending time with before. It was starting to feel like I was taking too long to respond.

"That's a hypothetical that isn't even possible. Why are you asking that?" I said a little more sternly than I'd intended. Maybe it was because I wished it didn't have to be hypothetical.

"What if it wasn't?" Will said.

"Ok, fine. If you were recently divorced like me and had to be separated from your family, then yes." I said.

"Yes, what?" Will pushed. "Yes, we'd make good, divorced dad roommates and swinging single guys partying it up in our mid-life crisis?"

"Is there a downside to this question?" I laughed.

"That was the downside, you fuck." Will said and actually sounded a little put off.

"Or...?" I asked.

"Or, would we be together?" Will asked.

What the actual fuck??

Was Will asking me to be his boyfriend? Even though he was fucking married?

"Dude, what the fuck? I'm not a home wrecker. Like anything I say even matters. Why are you asking this?" I said.

"Can you just answer first?" He said.

I decided he was opening up far more than I ever expected and he deserved the version of me that wasn't an asshole. "Yes. Yes, in a perfect world, I think I would want us to just be together. Does that make you happy? Why are you making me admit to being miserable?"

"Because I'm miserable too." Will blurted out and the words hung in the air. "I've been miserable for what feels like forever. I can't even remember the last time I felt as happy and alive as I did at the tournament. And then to come back to the misery... You are just so..." Will hesitated.

"The next word out of your mouth better be hot." I said and smiled at him.

"Fucker." Will said shaking his head and looking down.

"I'm sorry. Seriously. I was kidding. You know how I am when a punchline is begging to be told." I said.

"I was going to say perfect. But then you went and proved how inaccurate that was." He said and laughed. "This is just so easy and so fun all the time and then it's also so fucking hot and sexy. This is what I want all the time."

"Me too." I said finally giving in to the fact that we were actually going to have this conversation now. "It's like visiting Patrick."

"Huh?!" Will said with a confusion that bordered on annoyance.

"Just let me get this out. I promise you'll like where I'm going." I said and then kissed him.

"Ok, I withdraw my objection - temporarily." He said and it was weird because that seemed like something Patrick would say.

"On paper, Patrick is great. He's smart and funny and cute and really hot and he has a great career and he wants a relationship and he's really a good person. You know? Like a genuinely nice guy and sensitive and altruistic and-"

"Jesus - stop!! What the fuck? He's a nice guy. Whatever." Will said now visibly irritated. I kissed him again and stuck my tongue on his mouth because he was so adorable at that moment.

"Just listen to me. This is what I'm saying. He's all of those things, but he's not you. He's a fucking catch and I don't want him. I want you. Every box he checks is the silver medal, not the gold." I said.

"I think you need to rework that metaphor." Will said smiling again. Thank god. He'd finally gotten it.

"In a perfect world, I'd have you." I said. Will reached over and wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

"I feel the same." He said. "Let's try to figure out how to make it a perfect world."

"Wait, really?" I said and felt the enormity of the elation that came with it. I hadn't realized how much I'd been denying that possibility and how much I apparently wanted it. "What does that mean?"

"Give me some time to figure it out. Is it fair to ask that you don't get more involved with Patrick? Or is that a psycho-asshole thing to ask?" Will said.

"It's not. It makes me happy." I said. "But what about the barista?" I added smiling, "and what about Arjun?"

"Oh I don't mean no more dick." Will said and busted out laughing. "We just figured out we like dicks. I need a few more and you obviously do too. I just don't want you to be in a relationship and have that mean we're not together anymore. I know that doesn't make sense. I'll come up with a better way to articulate that."

"No need, my friend. As usual, we are completely on the same wavelength. I like your dick best. Your beautiful cock is the main dish...but I'm not done sampling from the appetizer menu yet. How was that metaphor? Better?"

Will smiled. "Better. I want it to be like it was at the hotel - like with Dix. We were together and with him and it was fun and hot and made me feel even closer to you for some reason."

"Ok - glad we got that all settled. Now go down on my dick." I said wanting to celebrate.

"Be quiet about it. The boys can't hear us messing around." Will said and took my cock into his mouth.

"I'm not sure they'll care. Their room smelled like a giant cum rag."

"Really?" Will said. "Like they were jerking it together."

"Most definitely, Man. And they were just sitting around on the floor buck naked playing video games. Trust me. They don't care." I said. "So..." I said and paused.

"Oh, Fuck. The story." Will said and laughed again. I joined him. "You really want me to stop blowing you?"

"How 'bout I blow you while you finish the story." I said and scooted down to suck his stiff long boner into my mouth. His precum tasted so good. I just casually worked my tongue around his head and gently sucked him and played with his piss slit. Then I took him all the way down until his bush scratched against my nose.

"Oh, fuck!" Will said putting his hands on my head. He enjoyed the pleasure for a minute until I stopped and looked up at him. "Ok, sorry. So, I asked him what HE thinks about when does it and he gives me a vague answer about 'people at school' and porn. I keep asking and he keeps being vague. I was just trying to make him more comfortable and then I realized that he's already completely comfortable. He doesn't seem to think the fact that he's standing in his father's room stark naked and stroking his lubed up boner and talking to me while I'm doing the same is weird at all. Then I realized that they do this shit all the time. I mean I've caught them doing it - he and Eric. You've caught them doing it in the hotel room - a whole fucking team of guys doing it together. Anyway, I realized I'm the one that's not comfortable."

"So what'd you do?" I asked while licking his balls.

"I scooted over and kicked the bedding down past my feet and patted the spot next to me. I asked him if he wanted to sit down and join me. He looked excited and sat down next to me so close our shoulders were touching which was weird because he's right handed and so I could feel the pace of his strokes as his arm moved."

I knew how fun it was for him and as hot as the visual was, I didn't really need him to continue. I could see it playing out in my head.

"Then he comments on how much our cocks look alike and I said, 'that's genetics for you', and he reaches over and grabs my dick and gives it a squeeze and pumps me up and down a couple of time."

I pulled off and looked at him. "Fuck. What did you do?" I felt myself leaking on his sheets as I pictured it.

"Well, nothing really. I just stared down and watched him stroke me. Then he wrapped his left hand around his ball sac and pulled 'em down so his boner was sticking straight up. He held mine up the same way to compare. He looks me in the eyes and then looks down at his cock and looks me in the eye again and then he nods. I knew what he meant. He wanted me to do the same. I didn't want to of course. But I was kind of curious if it felt the same. So, I reached over and wrapped my hand around his...you know...dick." He stopped and I swear I felt a long stream of precum drool out of his cock onto my tongue.

"He moans like he likes it so I stroke him a few times and he spreads his legs like he wants me to keep going. So we do. We just sit there against these pillows against the headboard and have a mutual wank." He said and I ground my boner into the bed as it occurred to me that this is the exact spot where it happened.

"Fuck, that's hot." Will said. I looked up at him. "I love watching your hairy bubble ass when it's in fucking mode. That's one of the great things about having some other dick - I can't watch you fuck me. I wanna watch you fuck." Hearing that was hot and made me hump the bed even more.

"So there we were lying side by side stroking each other's stiff dicks. And he says, 'that was fucking hot last night at the gym' and I agree. I don't even say the rest of what I'm thinking - that that was super fucking risky and we can't do that again. I just left it at being hot - because it was. I fucking spilled two loads. That was so crazy. I still can't believe it happened. That was way crazier than Jacob and me stroking. But, anyway, Jacob let's go and climbs on me - like sitting on my legs. His ass was on my thighs. He says he wants to compare our cocks. He uses the word 'cock' which was so...cocky." Will said and laughed and leaked more into my mouth. I wanted to make him cum but he was concentrating on the story.

"So he's holding our dicks together and he cups his palm over both of our heads together and just starts rubbing them together and there so much slippery precum and it feels sooo good. He says, 'you like that, Dad?' And I just nod at him and close my eyes and smile. Then I feel him start stroking our dicks together - like really stroking. He scoots up so his balls are right against mine. It feels so hot - like literally hot - like I can feel the physical heat from his balls against mine."

"Holy shit, I'm getting close." I said.

"Fuck, I'm getting close now too. Your mouth feels so good. Anyway, he grabs 'em with both hands - our cocks, not our balls - and starts pumping them together like his hands are a big slippery Fleshlight. Then he spits down into his hands and it gets even slipperier. I'm going crazy and he's bucking against me and we're moaning and then he goes, 'I'm gonna cum, Dad' and he sits up on his knees and aims his dick right at my face and starts blasting me with his load. That boy can fucking squirt, Man. I closed my eyes - because I've learned that lesson - but I can feel these long ropes splattering across my face and my neck. Of course, that makes me cum and I have to reach down and grab my dick again because he let go of it and I pump out my own load up onto his chest. My eyes are still closed and I feel him sitting down on my legs again. I open my eyes and see him licking his jizz off his hand which makes me laugh because you gave me shit about the fact that I do it. So I decide, what the fuck? I'm gonna do it too because - well, I always do it. So there we were both breathing heavy and eating our loads. It was so hot. Oh, Fuck. I'm cumming. For real. Right now. Fuuuuuuuccckkkk!!" Will moans and I feel those same long ropes of cum shoot hard into my mouth. I was ready for it and started swallowing and sucked it all down until he couldn't take any more. As I still had his dripping cock head in my mouth, I was so close, I decided to just keep humping the bed hard and I grunted and came against the mattress. "Are you cumming?"

"Yes, fuck! So hard. That was so hot." I managed to blurt out as I was still shooting. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Come up here." Will said and he pulled me up onto his chest where our slick cocks rustled together. It felt so hot; my cock surged again. He moaned and kissed me and then kept pulling me up. I figured out what he wanted and grabbed the headboard and pulled my crotch right up to his mouth. I was still hard and had a string of jizz hanging from my piss slit. "Yum!" He added and took me in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!" I said. "Your mouth feels amazing!" I fucked his face and thought hard about trying to cum again in his mouth but I knew another orgasm was a long way off. I pulled off when my cock got too sensitive and slid down onto his chest again and we made out, sharing my cum between our mouths. "This is the best."

"This IS the best." Will said and we held each other with our arms wrapped around our bodies. I loved every inch of Will. I felt his shoulders and his biceps and the soft valley in the center of his back as I moved my hands down to his smooth, round ass. I squeezed it.

"That was a good story." I said and then we heard laughter from outside the bedroom door.