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T.J. lingered in Rusty's apartment for a minute, looking at some of the pictures Rusty had hanging on the wall. Rusty smiling with his family. Tailgating with fraternity brothers. Working in the pressbox at Crimson U. As he moved around the room and saw the images Rusty had chosen to highlight, he felt like he got an even better handle on what made Rusty tick.
T.J. turned as he heard someone come out of the bedroom. It was Rusty, who was surprised to see T.J. still there.
"I thought you left!" he said, walking over to where he was standing.
"Yeah, I got distracted looking at some of your photos. I do need to head out though." He leaned in and kissed Rusty, which left Rusty taken aback. "Gimme a call this week. We should hang out," T.J. pulled back and said. Rusty nodded in agreement as T.J. moved toward the door and left. As Chase laid in the bedroom pondering the chemistry between the two men, Rusty stood in the living room, alone and naked, thinking about the same thing. It took a minute for him to shrug it off, as the cold air that had burst in when T.J. opened the door to leave finally became too much for Rusty to take. He headed to the bathroom, where he'd intended to end up before.
He turned on the shower and let the water heat up. Soon there was a hearty cloud of steam in the bathroom and Rusty had warmed back up, and he stepped into the shower and under the hot water. He stood and let the cascade run over him. He hadn't heard Chase sneak into the room, and he jumped a bit when his boyfriend pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower with him.
Chase grabbed Rusty from behind and hugged him close, kissing his neck while he rubbed his hard cock up and down Rusty's crack. Rusty moaned, as the hot water and hot body both made him feel really good. His own dick started to grow, and Chase reached down and started stroking it.
"I heard you talking out in the living room, was T.J. still here?" Chase asked, his chin resting on Rusty's shoulder.
"Yeah, he was looking at some of my photos and stuff and I caught him on his way out."
"He's got such a great body," Chase said, moving a bit and kissing Rusty's neck again, just below his ear. This was a sweet spot for Rusty, and drove him crazy. "But he's not as hot as my boyfriend," he added, continuing to stroke Rusty's cock.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to blow another load," Rusty said, moaning a bit as Chase squeezed the shaft.
Chase wiggled his hips, driving his cock between Rusty's cheeks and humping them a bit as he whispered in Rusty's ear, "I can think of another way to make that happen."
"Mmmm," Rusty moaned, bending over a bit to give Chase better access to his hole and bracing himself against the shower wall. "Do it."
Chase spat in his hand and rubbed down his cock before spreading Rusty's cheeks and lining up with his hole. Rusty's ass was still stretched out from T.J., and it didn't take much effort for Chase to push his cock into him. Rusty moaned again, louder this time, as Chase pushed inch after inch of his cock into him, finally bottoming out and pausing.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"So good," Rusty responded, water hitting the top of his head and rushing down his back. Chase grasped his hips and started pistoning in and out. Both men's moans and goans were echoing off the walls of the shower.
"Oh, god, Russ. I could fuck you like this all night," Chase exclaimed, slapping Rusty's ass.
While Chase was overwhelmed with the feeling of Rusty's ass massaging his cock, Rusty's thoughts were back on T.J. It seemed like he couldn't stop thinking about him, particularly during sex. He needed to watch his mouth, though, as he learned a few months before. But as Chase his all the right places inside of him, it reminded him of T.J. doing the same thing just minutes before, something he'd been craving since the last time T.J. had fucked him back before he and Chase had that falling out.
Rusty adjusted, bending over further and leveraging his forearms up against the front wall of the shower. He hung his head between his shoulders and looked between his legs to where Chase's balls were swinging up and back as Chase railed him. It was hot. His own body was responding to Chase's actions, and more intense feelings were pulsing through him. He moaned again, and brought his head back up, looking over his shoulder. Chase had a look of intense focus on his face as he kept at it, and again the sight brought butterflies to Rusty's stomach. "I'm getting close, dude," he said, breathing heavily. "Keep it up."
Chase slowed the pace of his strokes but increased the intensity. He grunted as his hips slapped against Rusty's asscheeks, and Rusty gripped his cock and jerked it diligently. Chase sped up again, but keep hitting Rusty hard.
"Aw, damn, Chase. This is good. So good. Unnhhhh...unnnhhhhh....oh god...here I cum, dude! Here I cum!" Rusty shouted. Jizz spurted out onto the wall of the shower as he came, and Chase felt Rusty's ass tighten around his dick. He wasn't quite as close as Rusty had been, but this was getting him there. He kept at it, hrusting in and out of Rusty's ass, as spunk continued to dribble out of Rusty's cock and Rusty's orgasm began to subside. Rusty took a minute to breathe before pulling himself off of Chase and turning around, kissing him passionately and pushing his tongue into Chase's mouth. He pulled back long enough to tell Chase, "You better hurry up and cum. We're going to run out of hot water." He grabbed Chase's dick and started jerking him off, rubbing his own cock against Chase's and spreading some of the spunk that remained on it onto Chase's shaft to help lube him up.
Rusty leaned in and kissed him again as he continued to jerk him off, his hand running up and down Chase's shaft as their tongues wrestled between them. Both men continued to moan, and eventually Chase's hips started bucking and his balls tightened.
"You're getting me there, Russ. I'm gonna blow."
Rusty knelt and aimed Chase's cock at his face. He kept stroking, and more and more precum oozed from the tip. Rusty opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and Chase went over the edge.
"Oh, Rusty! Oh, god! Unnhhh! Unnnhhh!" Chase shouted, bucking his hips and putting a hand on Rusty's shoulder to steady himself. Shots of bum hit Rusty on the chin, tongue and forehead. Rusty leaned in and took Chase's cock into his mouth, sucking the last shots of spunk out of him, tasting the kind of funky taste of his own ass mixed with jizz.
He stood, and leaned in to kiss Chase one more time.
"You've got a little something on you," Chase said, swiping some of the mess off of Rusty's face with his finger.
"Whose fault is that?" Rusty asked, playfully shoving Chase away. The two men laughed as they turned around to rinse off. Rusty washed his hair and got the jizz out, and their bodies kept rubbing together as they jockeyed for positions under the water. Eventually, though, Rusty's earlier prediction came true, and the water suddenly went from hot and steamy to ice cold. They quickly shut it off, both having finished getting clean, and toweled themselves dry. Still naked, they crawled back into bed and fell asleep together, exhausted from the night's events.
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T.J. got home that night and stripped down to his boxers, also exhausted from the night. He got in bed and continued to think about Rusty. His cock hardened as he thought about fucking him earlier, and how into it they both were. He was excited to hang out with him more, to get to know him better, and to keep making him cum. They'd breached some kind of barrier tonight, T.J. thought, because Rusty having a boyfriend wasn't really a problem anymore. He felt like they had tacit permission to keep fooling around. And that was something he planned to take full advantage of.
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