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Chapter 39: "Decisions"
Cal studied the message from Matt, thinking. His friend had been hiding from everyone for over a week, and now suddenly a "come by" text with no explanation--Matt wasn't usually close-mouthed like that. Now that his dick had gotten what it needed (well his ass really, he had to admit) he was thinking more clearly, and starting to get a little worried. What was going on? Even though he was slowly mending fences with the brothers Matt was still basically his only real friend, which was pretty pathetic but also the truth. Even if there weren't the sex thing between them--and his brain helpfully conjured up the feel of Matt's big hands roaming over his body--he'd still go over, no question.
Be right there. Gimme 30
He and Matt definitely weren't an item or anything--no way, the sex stuff was just something they did--but it still felt like it'd be kinda rude to show up smelling like sex. Especially since Matt didn't have a hot delivery guy to relieve himself with: Cal had only glimpsed Matt's courier once, and he was a 50-something guy with a neck beard and a wedding ring. So Cal hopped in the shower for the third time that morning, rinsing off Bryan's scent and the spatters of cum on his belly.
Fifteen minutes later he was ready to go. He debated for a minute, then grabbed some things in an overnight bag. He had no idea if Matt would be up for anything, but if he was Cal didn't want to miss out: Bryan had left his hole pretty sore, but not *that sore.
He was locking his door when his neighbor's opened up--it was her boyfriend heading out. Trey? Terry? Something like that; Cal had barely exchanged five words with them in the two years he'd lived there. The guy shot him a knowing wink that instantly got Cal's guard up.
"You have a good visit with your dad?" he asked.
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...Cal's heart gave a THUMP that felt like he'd been kicked in the chest, and he could feel his face turning bright red. "Uhhh...." Good comeback Cal, he thought, panic rising. He suddenly realized he actually had said more than five words to the guy: they'd gotten into a pretty heated argument about the use of the guest parking space at the start of the school year. Trey-or-whoever had stopped monopolizing it every time he stayed over, but they hadn't exactly parted on friendly terms. Shit shit shit shit: this is what he got for being a dick. It was only a matter of time before the guy spilled it, and from there word would get back to Sigma Nu, and then right to his dear old dad. The fucker would disown him on the spot.
"Look," he said, licking his lips nervously, "could you maybe, not say anything? Like, to anyone?" He swallowed. "Please?"
The brief sneer of contempt that appeared on the boyfriend's face showed he hadn't forgotten the parking incident either but then it softened, and he rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, whatever. You wanna stay in the closet I won't fuck with you. We won't. But maybe if you came out you'd be less of a tool, huh?" Cal outweighed the guy by a good 50 pounds, but he held Cal's gaze until the bigger man dropped his eyes.
"Yeah," he took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm working on that. I'm sorry man--I shouldn't've gotten so hot about the parking thing. I was pretty drunk and...yeah, I was a dick." Cal's flush was still there, but now it was embarrassment.
"Yeah well, I was kinda hogging it I guess; Kayla kinda gave me shit about it too," he admitted. They both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.
"Welp, I gotta jet," Cal said, "study group thing." He started towards the parking lot stairs.
"Okay, later. We'll be cool," the boyfriend said seriously. Cal was starting down the steps when he added "Kayla was bummed she doesn't have a chance with him though." Cal's head jerked around to see the guy grinning. He locked down his first instinctive scowl and forced himself to chuckle--getting a sense of humor about this whole situation was going to take a while though. Shaking his head he headed to his truck to see what was up with Matt.
When he knocked on his friend's door there was no response; Cal waited a few seconds then pounded again, louder. "Matt, it's Cal. Open up bro!" There was a mumbled response and a few seconds later the door opened.
Cal tried to hide his shock: Matt looked like hammered shit. He had the pasty face and bags under his eyes of someone who hadn't slept in a while, and his whole posture was wrong: like he'd been beat down. Matt usually wore workout gear when he was hanging out, same as Cal and most other guys, but his sweats looked as rumpled as his thick black hair, and had a couple food stains on them. His eyes were red; a whiff of the air coming out the door said he'd smoked a bowl or two. At least he was clean-shaven--but Cal wondered if that had more to do with Sir's discipline than any motivation on Matt's part. "Hey...thanks for comin'." Cal could smell the booze on Matt's breath and the look on his frat brother's face was a weird mix of gratitude and nervousness. This was way off--Matt had always been chill, even when Sir was putting them through the wringer--and Cal felt unfamiliar twist of worry in his guts as the tall jock let him in.
The afternoon sun shone on a pile of empties--cans and bottles--that meant either Matt had just had a party, or he was on one hell of a bender. From the stale smell of beer and bong water it seemed like it'd been a solo effort. "What the fuck Matt?" he asked. "I mean..." he gestured at the debris, not sure how to go on.
"Yeah..." Matt sighed heavily and sat down on the couch. "Looks like the house on Sunday morning." His mouth twisted into a faint smile.
"Yeah it does," Cal agreed. A little uncertainly, he sat down next to Matt. He could smell damp hair and shampoo, but aside from the shower Matt looked like hammered shit. "So...you had a party and didn't invite me?" His tone said it was just a joke.
"Yeah, no," Matt snorted. He tangled his hands in his hair. "Shit, this is so fucked up." He took a deep breath. "You're the only one I can tell though, so...shit. Okay, so this thing, you know, our thing. With Sir." He took another deep breath. "I didn't get blackmailed into it like you."
Cal sucked in his breath as his stomach flipped over; all his suspicions of Matt came rushing back times ten. He had sworn--sworn!--he was trapped like Cal!! And Cal had believed him! He'd said stuff...stuff he'd never told anyone. Please, he thought, let this be something else. "What's that mean?" he asked, his voice low. I will not yell, he thought grimly.
Matt must've sensed something because he lifted his head and looked right at him. Why did he have to be so good-looking? Cal thought dimly.
"No, no, not like that! Shit Cal, I'm not a spy or anything, I swear. But--" he took a deep breath, "I did...something else. That's how they got me."
The wave of relief that washed over him left Cal lightheaded; who gave a shit what Matt did? They had each other's back. "It's cool man, don't worry about it. You can tell me. I mean, it's not like you killed someone."
Matt blanched, and the look on his face made Cal's stomach do another flop. Oh shit, what?...
"No," the dark-haired athlete said, "but it was pretty fuckin' close." He took a deep breath and rubbed his palms on his knees. "I was coming back from that Christmas party at TKE--remember?"
"Yeah, sure." It'd been snowing and blowing, but everyone was so happy to have the semester over it'd been a pretty big party anyway, and everyone had gotten good and hammered. Of course that'd also been the party where he'd gotten his ass kicked, so definitely not one of his top 10.
"I thought I was okay to drive," Matt continued, "I mean, good enough. And I drove slow. I'm sure I did." He pounded his fist on his knee. "But...I really don't remember how I got home." He paused, gathering himself. "And the next day on the news there was this thing about some lady from the homeless shelter getting clipped in a hit and run. She'd been walking in the road coz the sidewalks weren't plowed, and gotten knocked into a snow drift. Someone drove by a few minutes later and saw her, got her to the ER. She had a broken leg, pretty bad, but nothing else. She wasn't even there long enough to get frostbite. But she could've been. Or worse. She could've been." Matt's jaw was clenched as tight as his fists. "She was walking with her back to traffic; all she saw was that it was some dark pickup truck." The stricken look on his face told Cal everything; they both knew what Matt drove. "Two days later I got an anonymous email with a clip of security footage from across the street. You could see the whole thing happen. Even read most of the license plate." His eyes welled up, and Cal realized the pot wasn't the entire reason they were red. "I didn't even swerve Cal, or slow down, or anything. She was wearing a dark coat...I don't think I even knew I hit her." His voice cracked and then he was bawling. Cal put one awkward arm around him--he'd never been in a position like this, and he was trying to process everything--then tightened it when Matt leaned into him.
For a second Cal was 13 again and it was Mother's Day: he was sobbing over a card that he didn't have anyone to give to, and his father was telling him that real men don't cry, they suck it up. Fuck you Dad, he thought, and wrapped Matt in the best hug he could manage. "Okay, it's okay," he murmured. He wasn't sure honestly--this was some pretty serious shit--but saying it wasn't going to help, and anyway Matt had probably figured that part out on his own. "Shhh...."
They stayed like that for some time, until Matt's sobs slowed to sniffles and his body began to unclench. "I'm sorry man," he said into Cal's shoulder, "I didn't wanna suck you into my shit. I really didn't. I thought I was okay with it, y'know, just a shitty mistake that I got lucky on. I went down to the shelter the next day, started volunteering, y'know, make amends. But then last week she fell again, and ended up in the hospital, and it's all my fucking fault!" He began to weep again. "She's so nice Cal, she's like my grandma...and...fuck!" He wiped his nose on his sleeve.
The other shoe dropped. "Helen," Cal said.
Confusion replaced sadness on Matt's face. "You know her?" he asked. "But...I never see you at the shelter or anything. How?..."
"You know a guy named Bryan? Buff redhead?"
"From the shelter? Yeah, he runs the volunteer program. He did my orientation. Why?"
"He's got a side hustle as a delivery guy. *My delivery guy." Cal paused to let that sink in.
"Holy shit," Matt breathed, his problems temporarily forgotten. "That's the guy you blew? No wonder you were so hot and horny over him." Matt sat back, eyeing Cal with admiration and maybe a hint of jealousy. "He's a fuckin' daddy." Matt made a wry snort. "I might've even been tempted before...you know, our thing. But now? Yeah, I'd pay to get him naked. Fuuuck..." he shook his head. "Is he as big as he looks? 'Coz it looks like he's packing."
Cal nodded. "Beer can, dude." He hadn't really wanted to go there with Matt, but if it distracted him from his misery Cal would do it.
"Holy shit!" Matt punched Cal in the shoulder. "Did you smash?!" Cal's face answered before he could say anything. "You fucker--you didn't even tell me!" He was smiling, but it was still a bit forced, and now Cal could see a flicker of disappointment underneath too.
Cal shrugged. "It was just this morning dude. And it just...kinda happened."
"Daaayumn..." Matt shook his head, bemused. "I never woulda thought I'd be jealous of you banging a dude, but..."
Cal's face twisted in wry grin. "Yeah, weird year, huh?" He paused. "Wait, 'jealous?'"
Matt blushed slightly and looked away, shrugged. "I dunno. I mean you know, we have our thing, I just thought you and me would...you know...first," he mumbled.
"Huh..." It made sense, Cal figured. How else was Matt gonna get off? A kaleidoscope of images and sensations bloomed in his vision: Matt on top of him, kissing him, Matt naked, taking Cal's dick in his mouth, stroking his cock while Cal played with his nipple, the last few weeks replaying in a jumble that left Cal hard and breathing heavily.
"I mean, as long as we were stuck like this," Matt continued in a low voice, gaze locked on his knees. He didn't seem to have noticed the flush creeping up Cal's face, or the swelling in his crotch.
"What if we weren't?" Cal asked. Where the fuck had this relationship talk bullshit come from? But he was getting hard just sitting here next to Matt, and the butt plug wasn't doing a thing. If it wasn't there, but Matt was, what would he do? The memory of Matt's big hands sliding under his jeans, fingertips teasing Cal's hole, sent a shiver down his spine and made his breathing come quicker. That was his answer, right there.
Matt looked up and his mouth twisted in a half grin, like he knew what Cal was thinking. He didn't say anything, but he leaned in and cupped Cal's face while his lips met Cal's. His tongue pushed in and Cal opened wide for him. Matt might be halfway to looking like a hobo, but Cal didn't care; he grunted hungrily as they wrapped their arms around each other and made out like it was their first time.
"Jesus," Matt breathed when they came up for air a few minutes later, "I don't know what they did to us with those butt plugs and everything, but fuck if you don't get me boned up." He grabbed Cal's arm and dragged his hand down. Cal didn't need any encouragement to give Matt a squeeze, and he was as hard as advertised.
"Me too," he said thickly, and pulled Matt's hand down to mirror his own. When the tall jock groped him he bit his lip and whimpered. "Ah fuck," he sighed. Matt's hand slid lower, fingers grazing his balls before pressing into his taint. His eyelids fluttered shut and he spread his thighs, and his sigh became a low moan as the sensations closed in on his pucker. "Don't stop," he whispered, "finger my pussy..." He was sinking into the same haze he'd felt that morning when Bryan had taken his cherry, his hole aching again with the need to be filled.
"You like that...baby?" The slight hesitation said Matt was trying the phrase out, a little unsure if it was something Cal wanted to hear. But his finger kept pressing on the center of Cal's butt plug; under other circumstances it would've slid right in.
Cal had none of Matt's reservations. Between the videos, the sessions with the training toy, and the things Bryan had done to him, he was more than into it. Bryan had been right: he was a muscle bottom, and a hungry one at that. "Yes Daddy," he moaned, "you make me so fucking hot." Maybe it was because there was something forbidden about being a slutty bitch for one of his frat brothers, but Cal found himself even more horned up than he'd been that morning. "I can't wait for you to breed my pussy...."
"Oh my God this is so fucking hot," Matt gasped, and then his mouth was on Cal's neck as he pushed the bigger man onto his back and started grinding on top of him. When Cal wrapped his ankles around his hips and pushed back Matt groaned himself. "I wanna fuck you so bad," he panted. "Fuck."
"Me too," Cal said. He could feel himself leaking as their hard ons slid against each other.
Matt's breath was warm as he growled into Cal's ear. "Sir said I could come again if my dick was inside you." Cal whimpered at the tone.
"Yessss...I wanna feel you come...." He pulled Matt's body tight against him. "Fill my hole Daddy...."
Matt pressed up and sat back on his heels. "Fuck yeah," he said, his voice muffled as he peeled off his sweatshirt and tee; Cal admired the way his smooth pecs flexed as he did. Cal mirrored him, squirming to get his own shirt off. He was halfway done when he felt Matt's hands popping the buttons on his jeans; the room air felt cool on his damp dick. He lifted his hips to give Matt access, finally extracting himself from his henley as Matt yanked his pants and underwear off. The tall jock eyed Cal's naked body with a look that made his cock throb, and a fresh bead of precum oozed from his already-sticky piss slit. He didn't say another word, but gripped Cal behind the knees and pushed up and back so he could wrap his lips around his friend's shaved nuts.
"Uuhh!" Cal couldn't help bucking when Matt started his tongue bath: the feel of warm roughness against his tender skin set his entire groin on fire. And more than that: his asshole was aching with its own need for stimulation. Go lower, he thought, lower. As if Matt had read his mind his attention shifted to the base of Cal's balls, before the wet caress moved on to his taint. Cal whined wordlessly and tangled his right hand in Matt's thick hair.
The tip of Matt's tongue had almost reached Cal's hole when the tall frat boy stopped. Cal opened his eyes to see Matt's face flushed but strangely hesitant. "What's going on?" he asked. "Don't stop Matt, c'mon!"
"Yeah, but what about...." Matt's thumb pressed against the base of Cal's butt plug. "Do you have permission?"
Cal gritted his teeth: even that small movement of the butt plug had sent a ripple of pleasure through his asshole. "I don't care," he grunted, "I just want you to fuck me." For a second Cal thought he was going to get what he wanted--no, *needed--but then the hungry look on Matt's face was replaced by one of frustrated determination.
"No," his friend said, "you'll be boned if you do." Matt's look turned grim. "Me too, I guess."
It didn't escape Cal's notice that Matt had worried about Cal first, and suddenly he felt embarrassed at what a selfish dick he was being. "Shit, I'm sorry man...I wasn't thinking." He sat up, wrapping his legs loosely around Matt's warm torso as the dark-haired jock settled back on his heels. "I'm just so fuckin' horny I wasn't thinking about your deal...sorry." He kissed the base of Matt's neck, then shivered as their hard ons bumped wetly against each other. "You just get me going," he murmured. It was a bad idea, but he couldn't help kissing the side of Matt's neck, then again when Matt leaned into it. "Shit," Cal said, pulling back and shaking his head, "okay, okay, gotta stop, sorry." He forced himself to pull away before the smell and feel of Matt's body got him going again. He flopped back onto the sofa, rubbing his face briefly and taking a deep breath as he struggled for control. "Hoooooh shit..." It didn't help that Matt hadn't backed away and their dicks were still sliding against each other, Matt's balls warm and heavy against his own.
"Maybe..." Matt tugged subconsciously at one of his "Fit Bit" wrist units, "we could ask? Can't hurt, right?"
"Yeah," Cal nodded enthusiastically, "yeah. I mean, Sir hasn't exactly been discouraging us from fooling around."
"Exactly. Shit, he'd probably love it if we put on a show for him."
"Whatever it takes, I'm down. He's got so much footage of us anyway... If I don't do something I'm gonna end up with epic blue balls."
"You?" Matt snorted, "At least you got plowed this morning. I haven't gotten my nut in over a week, no, almost two!"
"That's a big fuckin' load," Cal said. He didn't dare touch either of their dicks, but he did roll his hips enough for them to slide against each other; they both dripped at the contact.
Matt's hands gripped his thighs and he rocked his own hips slightly. "Gonna fill your pussy up," he said hoarsely, his gaze locked on Cal's.
"Fire up your laptop," Cal grunted. "I can't take this."
Matt nodded and hopped off the couch; Cal spreading his legs a little wider than strictly necessary to let him out. Matt held out a hand to pull him up, his other hand rescuing the laptop from the cheap coffee table's sea of beer cans as he walked by. He led Cal into the bedroom, their hard ons bobbing as they went. Cal stood next to him as Matt set the computer on the shelf he used for their morning inspections and fired up the iSlut app; Cal realized they hadn't let go of their grip. Fighting his first impulse to pull away he stood their awkwardly waiting for the load screen to finish up, feeling a weird-ass mix of excitement and nervousness, with a big helping of horniness on top.
"Welp, here goes," Matt said, and hit the microphone icon. "Hello? Sir?" His own hand felt a bit sweaty--Cal wasn't the only one with a lot of adrenaline at the moment--and some instinct made Cal give it a brief squeeze. Matt shot him a quick smile that Cal returned, and then the camera's "on" light turned white.
"Slut. Pig. This is a surprise. Why are you calling?" The voice didn't actually sound surprised at all. Just how much are they watching us? Cal wondered. His boner wilted a little at the thought of the resources it would take to keep tabs on the two of them that much, and who might have those resources. No time to think about that now though--spooky conspiracy or not, he needed to get laid bad.
"Sir." Matt cleared his throat. "We were, uh, wondering if we could, you know, mess around. Together."
"Looks like you already have been, boy. Lotta precum there. Especially you Piggy. Tall boy got you worked up huh?"
Cal blushed, but not point denying the obvious. "Yes Sir, he did." What the hell, he might as well own it. "He's got me horny as hell Sir." Matt shot him a grin that was equal parts cocky and pleased, and give his hand a quick squeeze. "Really horny," Cal added, "Sir."
"So what do you want boy? What's so special you can't wait until tomorrow like a good boy?" "I need to get fucked Sir." It came out a little more breathlessly than he'd intended but goddamn his dick was aching, and his hole--his pussy--was dying to get filled.
"Go on," the voice commanded.
"I need his cock Sir, my pussy needs to get bred by a real man's dick. Please Sir, I need him to fuck the cum out of me." Cal began to tremble. The memories of his morning romp with Bryan were fresh in his mind, and the thought of Matt's body pressed on top of his while his dick slid in and out of his hole made him almost lightheaded.
"This morning wasn't enough for you, little pig?"
"No Sir, I want more--need more." Cal was suddenly glad he'd told Matt about Bryan already. Not that he owed Matt any sort of explanation of who he fucked or anything, but still: better to hear it from him instead of their puppet master.
The voice chuckled. "You've turned into a damn thirsty bottom bitch, haven't you? Okay Piggy, you want your slut buddy to breed you? Get you off with that cock of his?" Cal nodded vigorously. "Prove it. Show me how much you've learned to love dick. You can get off as much as you want, but neither one of you gets to touch your cock. Not with your hands, your mouth, the bedspread, nothing. Show me you love getting your pussy stuffed so much it's enough to make you come hands-free." The butt plug pulsed and Cal went weak at the knees from the stimulation.
"Aahhh...yes Sir," he croaked weakly. He'd never imagined getting off without touching his dick, but the last few weeks had taught him differently about that. Matt didn't have the beer can Bryan did, but Cal was pretty sure his uncut shaft would be more than enough to meet his needs.
"We'll see," the voice said. "Do you remember your training session Thursday, Slut?"
Matt licked his lips and nodded. "Yes Sir."
"Good, then you know what to do."
"Yes Sir. Um, now Sir?"
"Don't wait for me," was the impatient answer, "your girfriend's pussy isn't going to fuck itself."
"Yes Sir," Matt said breathlessly. He sounded as eager as Cal felt--his dick was definitely just as hard. Letting go of Cal's hand he stood behind the bigger jock. "Close your eyes," he instructed softly, "and don't say anything." His breath was warm on Cal's neck, and so was the tip of his cock where it touched the base of Cal's spine. As Cal closed his eyes the dildo resumed its tortuous low-grade throbbing, and Cal whimpered quietly. The whimper turned into a sigh as Matt began to lightly trace his fingertips along Cal's neck, following the traps to his shoulders and rear delts. The pressure was heavy enough to not quite tickle, but light enough that it made Cal hungry for more, and he found himself leaning into the touch. Matt's lips joined his hands, moving slowly along his right shoulder while his hands kept traveling, now tracing back in to the middle of his back between his shoulder blades before continuing their serpentine pattern down and to the outside, brushing his lats along the way. "Your back is so cut," he whispered between kisses, "so hot..." His hands reached the base of Cal's spine, then moved out to touch his hip joint. This time when they came back together it was low enough to cup Cal's ass. Cal didn't have to think: he widened his stance instinctively so Matt's pinkies could slide into his crack and down it to his shaved hole. The sensation sent goosebumps rippling up Cal's torso, and he had to bite his lip as the fingertips danced over the sensitive flesh around the base of the butt plug. He did let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan as Matt's mouth moved lower and once again tracked tenderly across the pale scars above the right kidney. He wanted Matt more than anything just then, the sensation so powerful he felt dizzy.
He sensed Matt kneeling behind him, and then the tall jock's tongue was lightly following the crease of his ass from a couple inches below his tailbone up to the first couple of vertebrae. Matt's palms slid down the outside of his legs as he did, barely moving the hairs that had finally grown back. When he reached the middle of Cal's calves he began moving them back up, brushing the inner thighs' more sensitive skin. The butt plug's pulsing became more intense and Cal spread his legs wide, trembling at as Matt's fingers and tongue began converging on his pussy.
But he wasn't going to get what he wanted just yet: Matt's touch had barely grazed the base of Cal's nut sack when he pulled back. "Turn around," he instructed hoarsely.
Cal obeyed instantly, fighting the urge to tangle his hands in Matt's thick hair and pull his friend onto his quivering dick. Not that it would've mattered: Matt was already getting to his feet. His hands returned to the sides of Cal's neck, and began repeating their journey along the tops of his shoulders. The tips of their hard ons touched wetly, bouncing against each other as the sensation cause them both to involuntarily flex, and Cal shivered again. His lips parted, hungry to feel Matt's tongue pushing into his mouth again. Instead he felt the rough pad of a thumb sliding in, which was close enough. He closed down on it and swirled his tongue eagerly, and was rewarded with a jolt from the dildo that caused a glob of precum to bubble out of his piss slit. When Matt's free hand closed on his nipple and began twisting it lightly Cal began leaking like a faucet. "Unnhhnn..." he mumbled.
"Yeah baby," Matt whispered, "yeah..." His voice didn't sound too steady either. When his teeth replaced his fingers on Cal's nipple they both moaned, but no question Cal was the louder of the two. More goosebumps followed Matt's hands as they traced his ribs and then lower, the left hand sliding out from his mouth, down, and then around his waist to brush his ass. Matt's tongue slid across Cal's sternum until it found the nipple on that side. He began to flick it lightly just as his right hand made it below Cal's waist to start tickling his balls. Cal felt his scrotum pull up and a familiar tingle beginning at the root of his cock--a tingle that got stronger when Matt's teeth began tugging on his sensitive pink nub. Cal felt a drop of sweat run down his left side, and he couldn't stop trembling. Their cocks were rubbing lightly, one sticky shaft against the other, and Cal hunched his body instinctively to increase the contact. His whole body felt on fire, even more than it had that morning when Bryan had shown him what sex could really be like, and he could no longer contain the hungry whining noises coming from his throat.
The final straw was when Matt's middle finger made it to the edge of his butt plug, but instead of a teasing brush against his skin he began rubbing in earnest. Forgetting Matt's instructions completely he pushed his ass back into the touch and moaned. His head tilted back, releasing Matt's thumb to slide wetly down his chin and throat. "Please Daddy, please...I need you to fuck me. I can't take this...I need your cock..." His skin felt two sizes too small, and his legs trembled as waves of goosebumps radiated from his asshole--his pussy--across his body.
Matt released his nipple and straightened to breath in Cal's ear. "You wanna ride Daddy's cock baby?"
Cal bit his lip. "Mmhmm..." he whined. Right then he felt like Bryan could've rammed his donkey dick into him unlubed and Cal would've taken it, no problem.
"Fuck," Matt breathed shakily, "let's get you pregnant." He gripped the base of Cal's butt plug and slid it out, tossing it on the floor. Cal pushed him back onto the bed, impatient to fill his hole back up, and Matt barely had time to scoot up so his head was on a pillow before Cal was straddling him.
"Fuuuck yeaaaaahhh..." he groaned as Matt's uncut head connected with his hole and began sliding in. "Oh fuuuck yeeeessss...." He didn't know why he'd fought so hard against this, or why he'd ever looked down on gay guys. And it wasn't a one-off with Bryan's monster either: the feel of Matt's warm cock filling him up was nothing short of heaven. When his balls rested in Matt's trimmed bush he sighed happily. "So goood..." He felt almost drunk, the sensations were that strong. It didn't matter that he'd already gotten off three times that morning, or that Matt wasn't as big as Bryan: he was learning to crave these new sensations.
"So fuckin' hot baby," Matt whispered hoarsely. He planted his hands on Cal's quads. "Show me what your pussy can do." His hips rocked slightly, the motion smashing his shaft against Cal's prostate.
"Yes Daddy," Cal groaned. He didn't need any guidance to start grinding on Matt's lap: he was in fucking heat and couldn't've stopped if his actual father had walked in on them. Each time he did Matt slid against his g spot and a jolt went from there up his shaft, a fresh trickle of precum announcing its arrival. Matt started thrusting to meet him, and soon they had their rhythm worked out.
Cal increased his bouncing, lengthening the duration of the delicious sliding sensation lighting up his guts. "Harder Daddy, harder!" he begged as a light sweat broke out on his body.
"You gonna come for me baby girl?" Matt panted, "Come for your Daddy?"
"Uh huh..." Cal's eyelids fluttered. He was, he could feel it. Each time Matt's pubes ground into his ass the jolt of pleasure got a little stronger in a way that said an orgasm was on its way. Another minute or two...he clenched his asshole to intensify the sensations and it was Matt's turn to groan.
"Oh Jeezus! You're so t--aaaah SHIT!" Matt's eyes rolled back and he bucked upwards, ruthlessly slamming into Cal's hole. His fingers dug into Cal's thighs as warmth erupted from him, filling Cal's guts. "Aahgggh!!" The sound of their fucking took on a wet note as his cum filled Cal to overflowing.
"Yes," Cal panted, "yes, yes, yes!" The knowledge that Matt was breeding him, the smell of fresh cum filling the room, sent Cal into overdrive. He clenched his ass even tighter as he increased his movement, his own balls starting to boil. Pure instinct made him reach for his throbbing shaft before he remembered the conditions Sir had imposed. He was so close! "Harder Daddy," he panted, "make me come!"
"Do it!" Matt commanded through gritted teeth, and doubled his efforts. They both groaned from the added stimulation and then Cal hit the tipping point.
"Coming!" was all he was able to gasp before his cock erupted and his words became wails. White fluid jetted everywhere as his cock erupted, but Cal didn't care--he lost awareness of everything but the overwhelming pleasure every square inch of his body was feeling. Not just his pussy--although the feel of Matt's cock pounding his sloppy hole was heaven--but his glutes and balls, where Matt's wiry crotch fur brushed against them; his inner thighs, where they slid against Matt's sweaty hips; his hands, where they gripped Matt's firm pecs; his shins rubbing against the sheets; even his bare back, cooled by the faint breeze in the room--all of it was completely alive. "OH GOD!" he shouted, "YES!!" He was barely aware of himself smearing his semen over Matt's chest and abs, or the stripes he'd already left on his friend's face. He leaned down and kissed Matt on the lips, frantic for more contact, then moaned as Matt rolled him over and pressed their bodies together. Cal had almost finished coming, but the body contact sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through him, and he groaned as Matt marked his neck. His ankles locked around his friend's taut glutes by instinct. "Yes Daddy," he whimpered, "uhhnnn...yes...." And finally, in a faint whisper: "Oh God. Matt." His ankles uncrossed and he collapsed, utterly wrecked; he didn't even have the strength to keep his arms around Matt's back.
The two of them lay there, panting silently for some amount of time while they recovered. The smell of male sex filled the room and Cal breathed it in deeply, relishing it, while Matt lay on top of him.
"Holy shit," the dark-haired jock finally breathed into Cal's neck. He sounded as wiped out as Cal felt. "That was something."
Cal summoned up enough energy to run the fingers of one hand through Matt's hair; it was damp with sweat. "Yeah," Cal agreed, "I...yeah. Phew." He didn't say anything for a time, just enjoyed the warm sweaty weight of Matt's body on him and in him. Part of him knew it was just post-sex hormones, but for the first time in forever he felt utterly calm and happy. For some reason a memory of his mom came back, baking him cookies, from before she got sick. Weird.
Matt finally rolled off, his softening dick slipping wetly out of Cal's hole; that bedspread was going to need to get washed. He ran his free hand through his hair and gave a bemused snort. "Did not know how much I needed that." He turned his head to smile lazily at Cal. "Thanks."
Cal smiled back. "Me? I wasn't sure I'd be able to, you know, get there, but you brought it. I mean, damn. No one's ever done anything like that to me." He shook his head in amazement. The first time it'd happened he'd chalked it up to some mojo from the probe, but Matt had proven he was better than any piece of plastic.
Matt rolled onto his side, facing him. He rested one hand on Cal's chest and began idly rubbing one slippery nipple. "This mean you're my baby girl?" he asked, half teasing.
Cal paused before he answered, considering. "Maybe." It was a weird role for him, but he couldn't deny how hot it'd made him. "Sometimes." He wasn't going to play that game in public, that was for sure, but with just the two of them.... He pulled Matt's hand to his face and sucked the cum off his fingertips. "If you want." He wasn't ready to go again just yet, but he wasn't not ready either.
"Yeah," Matt breathed once Cal released his hand, "I want. I--" he swallowed, "I've wanted for while now."
"Yeah?" Cal felt his start chest pounding when Matt nodded. "Well, me too I guess."
"So...if we were free of this--" Matt shook his wrist, indicating the "Fit Bits" that kept them trapped, "you'd still be down?"
Cal nodded. He couldn't quite bring himself to say "yes" out loud, but he couldn't deny that the last few months had set him on a new path. Dad is going to lose his shit, he thought, then jerked as he realized he'd already made that decision. Well fuck him anyway, he thought savagely.
Matt didn't notice Cal's pause; his expression had turned hesitant. "Cal, I've gotta go to the cops. I just can't--" his face twisted, "I can't go on like this. I did something really shitty, and I've just gotta nut up and deal with it. But," he took a deep breath in, "when I do those videos are going out. Probably all of them. So I won't if you don't want me to. I mean, it'll probably fuck up your life pretty bad. So like, don't do it for me or anything. But if, y'know, you thought you might be okay with it, I'd...well, I'd owe you big." His brown eyes were wide and pleading.
Cal couldn't say no to that. "Do it," he said, sounding way more sure than he felt. The look on Matt's face stiffened his resolve though. "Fuck it. Fuck 'em all. I'm over 21--my dad can't touch my trust fund. And the brothers all hate me anyway, so whatever. And who doesn't have a sex tape out there?" Okay, there probably weren't too many like his, but Matt was right: they couldn't go on like this, letting Sir pull their strings the rest of their lives. Time to man up and rip the band aid off. "Maybe I'll give up engineering and go into porn," he grinned.
"Just save some of that pussy for me," Matt said, mock serious.
"If your dick can handle it."
"Why don't we wash all that jizz I fucked out of you off, then see what I can handle?" Matt sat up and pulled Cal with him into the bathroom, grinning.
Matt's shower was a tight fit for two big guys but neither one complained about the forced body contact. It was sexy, but at the same time not really foreplay--at least until they recharged their batteries. Cal thought it was kind of funny that they were just casually chatting about their term project while they soaped each other up, but the post-sex high was leaving him feeling really chilled out.
"I'll get you a lawyer," he blurted out during a pause while he was shampooing Matt's hair.
"For the bibliography?" Matt asked, cocking one eyebrow.
"No smart ass, for the accident thing." Cal wiped away a glob of suds that were about to drip into Matt's eye.
"You don't have to do that," Matt protested.
"No, I want to. Really." The thought of Matt going to jail hadn't really sunk in until just now, but suddenly it gave him a lump in his throat. "Lemme do this," he said hoarsely.
The tall jock just cracked one eye open for a second to get a read on Cal's face. Cal didn't know what he saw, but a tension Cal hadn't recognized drained out of Matt's body suddenly. "Okay," he said quietly.
"Cool." Cal cleared his throat. "Okay, turn around and rinse off." Matt did, bending away from him to duck his head under the water. Cal couldn't resist running his hands over Matt's back as he did: the feel of his well-developed muscles flexing was sexy as hell. Cal realized his batteries had recharged, and when he pressed his groin into Matt's ass his cock was already swelling to fill the wet crack.
"Someone's horny," Matt said, pushing back and grinding a little.
"Hard not to be," Cal answered. He pulled away to let his cock pop vertical, while two soapy fingers slid down Matt's shaved crack until they bumped into the base of the butt plug. "Shit, you still have that in there?"
Matt shrugged. "Kinda got distracted and forgot about it. And low key, it felt pretty damn good in there when you were riding me."
"Maybe you should leave it in then," Cal said, fingering around the edge of the firm plastic.
"Maybe I should," Matt responded. He shut off the water and turned around; his dick was better than half hard, twitching as it rose.
"Mmmm...Daddy," Cal said appreciatively, and gave Matt a couple of tugs. The sensation of the warm shaft in his hand was sexy as fuck; it made Cal impatient to feel it inside him.
"You like Daddy's cock little girl?" Matt asked.
"Uh huh," Cal nodded. Fuck if Matt's dirty talk wasn't getting him as horny as the feel of his warm dick. Again. Part of Cal still wanted to rebel, be the macho fucker he'd always been. But it was a damn small part: if Bryan had gotten him hooked on getting fucked, Matt had reeled him in good. And this role play shit pushed his buttons more than he'd ever imagined: he felt horny and slutty and taken care of all at once. He could trust Matt more than anyone he knew, and..."you make my pussy so wet Daddy."
Matt's eyes widened fractionally, then narrowed. "Show me," he said roughly, "finger your pussy for me." He slapped his hands on Cal's ass, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them apart; his grip was low enough that Cal could feel his hole stretching open. Cal kept his right hand holding Matt's shaft, but he didn't hesitate to reach behind with his left and slide his index finger inside himself with a sigh. "That's it," Matt encouraged, "play with your cunt." The expression on his face grew hungrier, and Cal moaned in encouragement. That seemed to really get to Matt, because he pulled Cal's ear to his face and began humping into his hand. "You're such a fuckin' whore," he said roughly.
"Yes dadddy, I'm your fucking slut," Cal agreed as his eyes slid shut. "My pussy's all wet and ready for your cock." He slid his finger as far in as he could manage, then whimpered as he used it to stretch himself open.
"You still fulla my cum?" Matt's grip on his ass tightened as he started grinding their crotches together; when his tongue began probing Cal's ear the frat boy groaned.
"I need more Daddy," he moaned, "please fuck me again." He slid a second finger in, but that wasn't going to do the trick. "Gimme another load," he begged with a hint of impatience. His craving to feel Matt inside him again was almost painful, he was so horny. Had he ever gotten horned up this fast with anyone else before? Bryan was a close second, but otherwise...no.
"Nnngh...fuckin' slut," Matt grunted as he began grinding his hard on against Cal's crotch. His voice was a mix of admiration and lust as he fed off Cal's arousal. He slapped Cal's right ass cheek. "Turn around bitch. I'm gonna destroy that fuckin' pussy you cum-hungry whore."
Cal shivered; the goosebumps weren't from the cool air on his wet body. If anyone but Matt had said something like that Cal would've laid them out flat. But instead it just made him even more dick-crazy; nothing mattered but getting Matt's gorgeous cock deep inside him. He spun around and braced his arms against the shower wall, putting one leg up on the tub edge so Matt could slide in easier. "Shred my fuckin' hole," he gasped, "breed me Daddy."
"Slutty bitch," Matt grunted. The moment his tip touched Cal's smooth pucker he began pushing in with no hesitation. Between Bryan's beer can, the leftover lube, and the load Matt had deposited earlier Cal's hole was well-prepped, and in no time flat his pubes were crushed against Cal's ass cheeks.
"Fuck yeeeesss," Cal whined, grinding back onto Matt's crotch. "Your cock feels so good Daddy. So fuckin' good..." Each time he rocked his hips Matt bumped against his g spot, turning him on more. Who cared if he was fucking himself on his friend's cock? You'd be a moron not to love this. "More Daddy, more..." He was good and fuck-drunk now, hungry for more of the sensations that made his toes curl and his whole body come alive. "Fuck me..." He tightened his pussy's grip on Matt's cock, adding to the sensations radiating from it.
He felt Matt jerk inside him as Cal squeezed his shaft, then grunt in pleasure. "Fuck you're thirsty," he panted as he began riding Cal harder. "You like getting your pussy bred? Huh?"
"Yes Daddy yes!" Cal's eyes slid shut shut as he focused on what Matt was doing to him. "Baby girl needs your cock," he panted. "So. Fuckin'. Good! ...aaahhhnnn!..." Matt's hips slapped wetly against his ass, and each impact sent a jolt of pleasure into him, loosening his last bits of self control. "Yes! Uh! Huh! God!..." His fingers scrabbled at the wet tile while his cock bounced stiffly with each impact, the involuntary flexing sending its own pleasurable impulses into him. "Harder Daddy! Fuck your! Girl harder!" he gasped. God, he could feel his balls starting to churn. He wouldn't have believed it a day ago, but if Matt kept this up he was gonna come hands-free again.
But not just yet. Instead of the pounding he craved Matt wrapped his arms around Cal's torso and pulled him into a bear hug from behind. His cock shifted inside Cal as he did, and the stocky frat boy thought that might be the final trigger he needed. But it wasn't, quite, and he found their wet torsos pulled tight together as Matt kept thrusting. Still vigorous, but no longer creating the physical shock waves that had been getting Cal close. "Don't stop!" he begged.
"Don't worry baby," Matt growled in his ear. His hands slid over Cal's torso, the friction setting his skin on fire as they caressed him from the edge of his bush up to his pecs. "You're going to come so fuckin' hard." He latched his fingers onto Cal's nipples and twisted them, making the stocky frat boy gasp in surprised pleasure. "Baby like her tits played with?" He did it again and Cal groaned as the almost-painful sensation went right to his balls.
"Mmmhmm," Cal whined while biting his lower lip. Each twist made his asshole spasm, and he closed his eyes so he could focus on grinding back onto Matt's glorious cock. The nipple play was hotter than he'd thought it would be, and he was pretty sure that if it were Bryan's monster in his hole he'd be shooting already. "Yes Daddy..." He needed one hand to brace himself against the shower wall, but he reached around with his left to grab Matt's ass. "You make my pussy so wet..."
"So fuckin' hot," Matt whispered. Then louder: "Gonna make my sweet baby come so fuckin' hard...." His fingers worked Cal's nipples harder, and his thrusts grew more urgent.
"YES!" Matt had found his g spot again, and the bolts of pleasure were even more intense now that his whole torso was on fire. "Yes Daddy, right there! Oh God, fuck me!" Cal was almost sobbing as he felt his orgasm approaching again, and he was barely aware of what he was saying. "HARDER. HARDER. FUCK ME DADDY MAKE ME COME OH GOD YES! THERE! AAAAAAHGOD!!!" he bellowed, and then he came.
The ropes of cum almost hurt as they erupted from his cock onto the shower wall, and he could literally feel his balls draining; he had no idea he had that much jizz left. He had to let go of Matt's ass so he could brace himself, and he was dimly aware of the tall jock shouting as well as he pounded Cal's hungry hole. "YES DADDY! DON'T STOP!!" He pushed back, meeting Matt's thrusts with his ass; if they hadn't been in sync he probably would've knocked Matt off of him.
"Take it baby!" Matt cried out, "Take your Daddy's load!" He slammed into Cal's ass hard enough for their balls to slap together, and his next thrust pushed Cal's face against the tile. "Gonna fill that pussy!" he said through clenched teeth, and then he did.
The shockwaves that had obliterated Cal's thoughts were fading, but he still moaned in pleasure as he felt Matt's filling him up. "Yes Daddy, breed my hole!" He squirmed around the slick shaft, milking it for every drop he could get. The skin-on-skin contact felt so damn good, almost as good as the fading orgasm, and he shivered as Matt ground against his body, turning his neck into the delicious feel of Matt's faint stubble. "Uhhhnnnyess..." His knees felt weak.
"UNH!!" Matt groaned, nearly lifting Cal off his feet as he bucked, "Oh shit!" Cal could feel his load overflowing and beginning to drip down his thighs and balls. A few more sloppy thrusts and then Matt was done, breathing hard from his workout. "Oh my God," he said weakly, "that was amazing. Again." He wrapped his arms around Cal's waist and dropped his chin onto one shoulder, panting. "Shit."
"Yeah it was," Cal sighed happily, "never done five in one day before, never mind hands-free. Shit," he agreed.
"Well I've never done two that fast before. Low key, that was way hotter than anyone else I've ever been with. Wait--*five?! Bullshit. That was not number five for you, no way. I mean...did I really? Do that?" He nuzzled Cal's ear as he considered what Cal was implying about his own skills.
Cal reached around and twisted his body so they could kiss properly; it was a little awkward with Matt still buried inside him, but he didn't care. "You just get me really fuckin' hot," he said when they hit a pause. Part of him still couldn't believe he was saying this to a guy, but he was too sex-happy to care.
"Yeah," Matt chuckled, "you were really loud dude. Like, *really loud."
Cal felt his face redden slightly, but he smiled. "Well that's on you, with your sex voodoo shit." He paused, his mood dampened by a sudden thought. "Do you think your neighbors heard?"
Matt's face clouded for a second. "Yeah, probably. Guess that secret's out." He shrugged, and his shoulders slumped. "Guess they'll know worse stuff about me pretty soon."
Cal immediately felt bad for crushing the mood. "Hey, why don't we clean up and then we can chill for a bit, huh? Worry about that shit later?"
Matt nodded and slid his dick out so Cal could turn around. His expression was still somber, but Cal could see it'd brightened a little bit at least. "Sounds good." He gave Cal a peck on the lips. "Hope there's some hot water left."
There was, although with the breaks for some grab-ass and making out it was clearly running out by the time they finished. Neither one said anything after; it was just understood that they'd end up back in bed curled up together. When Cal dozed off a little while later, Matt's naked body spooning him from behind, he had a faint smile on his face. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The smile was just visible in the picture next to the "Net Mood Positivity Trend" chart, before TJ moved on to the summary slide. "So to recap," the Ollo director continued, "Project CUY has achieved all of it's goals. Our conditioning produces robust pair bonding in a far shorter time than your traditional recruitment methods, and the chemical enhancements ensure long-term stability. Best of all, the subjects perceive themselves to be significantly happier in their new role. They'll actively work to continue the relationship and would therefore be highly resistant to subsequent counter-recruitment efforts if they were field assets. Especially if one of them had been working for you already, instead of pulled from the crowd."
Halders, the senior agent, spoke up. "We were happy to help provide intelligence for your subject selection. This is excellent work, really promising," The other government reps nodded in agreement. TJ was thankful the blonde agent had been put in charge of their crew: she was a complete professional who had also helped him navigate some of the trickier office politics on her side. Especially...
"Except now the two of them are getting ready to slip their leashes and we'll have to clean it up," grumbled the sour-faced agent to her left.
"We've dealt with worse messes Mr. Sterling," Halders said firmly. "The hardware can be retrieved or set to self-destruct. The only one who knows anything else at all is one of the delivery men, and as far as he's concerned they were just garden-variety sex toys. Our subjects will see it's in their own interest to keep quiet, if it keeps the videos off YouTube."
"But--"
"That's enough," Halders cut him off, then stood. "Thank you all for your work; we'll be in touch." TJ couldn't help noticing the brief look of satisfaction on Medvedev's face as his his nemesis got slapped down. It was really too bad they hadn't taken their aggressions out in the bedroom. But then again, Derrick had plenty going on there already to keep him busy; TJ wondered if either of his boy toys would end up following him to San Diego. He did seem to be getting attached to them....
"Glad to hear it," TJ said as they filed out of the conference room, "I'll send you the full report today." He breathed a sigh of relief now that they were officially done. It'd gone well, and if he could just wrap up his one other loose end he'd be a happy man. He could worry about that later though; tonight he was going to take the win and jump Ty's bones for some good old-fashioned victory sex.
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EXECUTIVE SUMMARY (FINAL):
...While further testing is needed the technology appears to be viable for field use under the right circumstances. A greater challenge may be finding sufficient numbers of homosexual assets already in our employment to use for recruitment. Further partnering with contractor BLUE SUN would likely be beneficial....
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