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Chapter 6 The Challenge
Murphy's Gym
Though Drew Nichols was reluctant to change his gym schedule, he skipped his next session. His mind and heart had been in turmoil after his encounter with Hal Winston. Oh yeah, he remembered the name. He could still feel that big, hot, muscular hand as it possessively grabbed his own for an introductory shake. Once he'd recovered from the scene with Hal at Murphy's Gym, Drew had jerked off many times with that encounter playing on his mental screen, only he had edited it to make it work out as he'd wished. On these occasions, Hal had lifted him into his arms and carried him off to a massage room to make love to him. It was Hal's dick he imagined fucking him lustily. It was Hal's name he moaned as he was nearing climax. It was Hal's name he exclaimed when he shot. It was Hal's name he cooed before he licked his cum off his fingers, imagining that he was tasting Hal's spew.
Worse yet, Drew felt his thoughts tugging him toward scenarios in which Hal dominated him. Throughout his life he'd harbored a strong independent streak, so where was this desire to submit to that man coming from? Then he'd chastise himself for generating fantasies that would never be realized. But he was lonely and excited enough after that brush with Hal that by midday he'd start daydreaming about the big man again. Actually, just from that brief encounter with Hal Winston, Drew felt better about his life than he had in a long time. He knew, however, that he'd pay a heavy price if he didn't rein in his expectations. They were fantasies, after all. Just fantasies. The specter of loneliness was sitting out there like the fog bank west of San Francisco, just waiting to roll over him.
A late afternoon meeting at work kept Drew from arriving at the gym at his usual time. Actually, his reaching the gym later than customary seemed a plus. He decided that it would cause him to miss the crew, assuming they had appeared at all, for they would already have left for dinner. Even if the crew were present, he could work out somewhere else in the gym. Murphy's was huge. He was glad he always carried a pair of swim trunks in his gym bag. He would jog and then swim - a great workout! He didn't have to visit the weights/machines floor at all.
Drew changed out of his business suit and into nylon running shorts split up the side ('Of whom was I thinking when I grabbed these?' he asked himself, smiling). As he left the locker room, heading for the gym, Jamal came out of the restroom area, catching sight of Drew just ahead of him. He grinned, watching Drew head for the indoor track. Jamal hastened back to the crew, walking up to Hal. "Hey Dude, the bet's on. I just saw your little man leaving the locker room, heading up to jog. Think you should hustle those hot, hairy buns up there to check him out? Launch your offensive?" The other guys gathered around, slapping Hal on the butt or verbally encouraging him.
Hal took a few seconds to think. "Okay, I've got a plan," Hal responded, "but you have to help. You guys up for that?" They all chimed in or smiled their acceptance with a few tossing off lines about "being up for it," some of which suggested that Hal had better be up for it.
Max noted a predatory gleam in Hal's eyes. "Yeah, I need my bet money."
"Me too," Levi chimed in. Of course, they really wanted Hal to succeed. Max had challenged Hal just to goad him into going after the little guy. Neither Max nor Levi would feel a twinge in handing over $100 to Hal if they lost the bet.
"Let's all go up to the track," Hal replied. They headed out as a herd, moving rather excitedly, wanting the best for their buddy, each remembering their high-pitched feelings the first time they realized Hal had set his sights on them as sexual partners and had moved in to bed and claim them. They wanted the same for Drew. Even though they'd never met Drew, it was enough that he was important to Hal. When they reached the doors to the track, Hal was in the lead. He stopped, looking through the small square glass window in the upper half of the door. Hal spotted Drew on the far side of the track, jogging toward their side. He held up his hand to signal to the guys to hold it a minute. "When he gets just past us, we're going to move out onto the track and slowly overtake him. He won't see us. I'll get behind him . . ."
Ted snickered. "You are such an 'ass man.' You just want to get behind him and watch his butt wagging back and forth as he runs."
The others joined Ted in his amusement, echoing Ted with whispers of "Ass Man," "My ass, Man," and "Hey, with Hal it's 'In your ass, man,'" and similar comments. They were having fun!
Hal grinned. "Then you guys slowly move up on either side of him so that he's surrounded. I remember how quickly he took off last time. Don't want him stampeding this time." Several of the guys snickered.
Tonio exclaimed "Hal's on the hunt."
Hal continued, "When you all are surrounding him, I'll move up beside him at that point and start a conversation."
The crew liked the conspiracy it'd been invited to join. Hal waited until Drew had passed, then quietly opened one of the double doors and moved out onto the track, jogging slowly until the others joined him. Feeling like a puppet master, he moved his arms in a sweeping motion, indicating that the group should speed up and move toward Drew, who was oblivious to their presence. He'd been jogging long enough that his face was a little flushed. Perspiration on his skin reflected the lights above the track. The closer they inched toward Drew, the more their anticipation heightened and their smiles widened. More than one of them liked watching that little ass wagging in those nylon running shorts. They were eager to see Drew's response to them and then to Hal. After all, they'd never seen him up close as Hal had. First Rich and Tonio moved up a little ahead on either side of Drew, who seemed to take no notice of them. Then Jamal moved just behind Rich and Kenji moved just behind Tonio, both even with Drew. Rapidly Levi moved to the outside beside Kenji, and Ted moved beside Jamal. Max and Hal were bringing up the rear, one on either side of Drew but out of his sight unless he turned his head to look behind him. The others kept glancing back over their shoulders for Hal's hand directions.
Drew began to notice the behavior of the runners surrounding him. At first he thought they were making certain that they didn't cut in front of him as they shared the track. But he noticed some were taking a good look at him, then smiling back behind him. He smiled too, but he wondered why they were showing so much interest in him. Nobody else did. At that point, his apprehensions kicked in. He expected them to move on past him, wondering why a glut of runners had collected in his vicinity when the rest of the track was fairly empty of runners. These guys didn't move ahead of him. He speeded up, moving ahead of them a little distance. They adjusted their speed accordingly. Gradually, Drew wondered if someone were behind him. At the same time that Hal gestured with his arms for the group close into a tighter formation, Drew began to recognize the guys as Hal Winston's buddies. He suddenly stopped. Hal had no time to control his momentum although he tried to move out of the way. His body and then Max's hit Drew squarely in his back, lifting Drew from the floor and propelling him low among the others. It was as though Drew were a bowling ball and the other guys were pins. Suddenly a pile-up was occurring as guys fell into and onto each other, profaning and laughing. The few other joggers gave them a wide berth but joined in their laughter.
Drew had disappeared in the pile. As they pulled themselves and each other up, he lay on the track, dazed and shaken. Hal and Max, the two lummoxes who had landed most directly on Drew reached down and clasped his hands, grabbing him by the shoulders and around the waist to steady him as they pulled him up from the track. As before, Hal felt his dick twitch in his jock when he touched Drew. Drew's face at first looked happy then even more embarrassed when he recognized Hal Winston. When Drew was standing fully upright and restoring his weight to his feet, he suddenly fell back to the floor, softly uttering a curse, his face contorted in pain.
Hal and Max immediately dropped down to Drew's side, inquiring if he were hurt. Trying not to look at anyone and blushing madly, Drew murmured that he was okay, standing again as they reached out to steady him. Then Drew started trying to hobble toward the doors leading from the track. He didn't make it two feet before collapsing to the track surface again, whispering another curse.
"Hey, fella," Max began as the others moved to follow and surround them, "you're hurt. I don't think you should try to walk out of here."
Drew replied softly, "I'm okay . . . just lost my balance" and again made to arise and hobble away through a space between Rich and Jamal. Again he fell to the floor, reaching up and grabbing at them. He made the mistake of grabbing ahold of the elastic waist of Jamal's gym shorts, pulling them down with him as he fell to the floor, exposing the black hunk's bubble butt and the big mound in the front of his red jock. The others laughed uproariously. Jamal calmly reached down, loosening Drew's grasp on his shorts and smiling in his face. "Honey, I'm flattered that you want Jamal's rod and ass that much. Lots of dudes get all excited when they're around them, but I think we can find a more private place for me to drill that sweet, little white ass of yours," he said as he pulled his shorts back up. The others laughed at what was a classic Jamal come-on. Drew's blush turned his face a furious red, but not without his taking an intense look at Jamal's wares, a look that Hal noted, smiling happily as one of his questions about Drew was answered. Drew liked what he saw before Jamal pulled his shorts up, moving them across his legs in a sawing manner, slowly teasing. But Drew was also mortified by what he'd inadvertently done, mumbling an apology. He felt even worse to be the center of attention.
Not giving up, Drew attempted to stand. Before he could, Kenji dropped down, carefully placing his hand around Drew's ankle and pressing. Drew sucked in a breath in pain. Next Kenji moved his hand up a bit, squeezing. "Does this hurt too?" he asked Drew. His eyes wide but riveted on Kenji, Drew shook his head in the affirmative. Kenji next moved his hand below Drew's ankle and squeezed, causing Drew to throw his head back, uttering a loud groan as a reaction to the pain that shot from his ankle up his leg. "Sir, if you try to walk out here, you'll injure your ankle even more. You've just sprained it. The care you take with it now will reduce the amount of time you need to recover. If you're careful, you could be doing some limited walking day after tomorrow - that's if you do some exercises tomorrow that I'll show you in a bit."
"Shouldn't we take his shoe off?" asked Hal, his concern apparent, reaching out with his hand to cup one of Drew's calves.
"No," Kenji replied. "Not until we ice his ankle first to hold down the swelling. After one treatment with ice, we'll remove his shoe. Then we'll ice his ankle again. What's important now is to reduce swelling."
Max, who was crouched beside Kenji, noting Kenji's practiced examination of Drew's ankle and his reply to Hal asked, "How do you know all about this kind of injury?"
Kenji grinned, looking into his lover's eyes. "Used to play tennis. Lot's of muscle problems when I was a hot-to-win, young player." Max realized that there was still a lot about Kenji that he didn't know. It also appeared that he wouldn't know it unless he asked or circumstance prompted Kenji to reveal it. Kenji never imparted information just to be talking. And Kenji never boasted.
"That settles it," Hal said, scooping his arms under Drew's legs and back and standing with him in his arms, marveling again at how light he was. Drew was startled to suddenly feel himself clasped against a hard, warm body and held in muscular arms. "I'll take you home and we'll get started on caring for that ankle."
"Hey, Man," Jamal protested. "He jerked my clothes off, not yours. He's already seen my ass. Now that he's seen it, he's marked. He can't get my ass and cock out of his mind. I'll have to take care of him. He could go mad if I don't satisfy his maniacal longing for my brown sugar." The others were laughing, razzing Jamal about just being horny. Drew just stared from one to the other as they mouthed off.
"Hey, you two," Hal addressed Max and Kenji. "Help me collect our stuff and follow me to my place so you can show me what to do to Drew's ankle. One of you will have to drive Drew's car to my home."
Drew protested that he was okay. "Just get me to my car. I can get home. I'll be all right." But he was amazed that Hal had remembered his name. 'What does that mean?' he wondered.
"It's your right ankle," Ted observed. "You won't be able to even press on the accelerator. The first time you step on the brake pedal, you'll have a new experience in pain. You have to have someone drive you home. You'll probably need help once you get there."
In protest, Drew threw his head as far back as he could, pushing into Hal's massive shoulder, rolling his eyes. All his maneuver did was to make him look directly into Hal's twinkling, warm eyes. "Surrender!" Hal commanded. "I'm taking care of you. I'm the one who fell on you."
"I fell on him too," Levi said. "Can I take care of him next?" His request set off teasing from all the others, each seeking to offer more he'd do to Drew than the next. Drew was astonished not only by their audacity and playfulness but that they automatically included him in it.
"WE'LL take care of him together," Ted added archly, swatting Levi's butt.
"Man," Tonio addressed Drew, "you need my acupuncture. My needle works wonders on guys. I know just what muscle to stick it in too." The other's punched him playfully, teasing him about having a needle dick.
"Maybe this guy isn't up for male medicine," Rich observed. They fell silent, their eyes turning to Drew. They were so used to their banter, laced heavily with references to man-to-man sex, that they'd automatically included Drew in their fun. "You like male medicine, Sir?" Rich asked. "'Cause you are lying in the arms of one of the best medicine men around. We all know," Rich grinned lasciviously. "He's doctored every one of us."
"That's why we're so healthy," Kenji popped in, surprising everyone a little. Usually Kenji listened and enjoyed, but he seldom engaged in their banter. A common chuckle seized the group.
"So-o-o-o-o-o-o? You up for some of my medicine?" Hal asked Drew. Drew felt himself falling into the depths of Hal's eyes. As though in a trance, he shook his head slightly in the affirmative. Sounds of group approval and High Fives followed.
Drew was on overload. He'd never been in close company with such hot, good-looking studs before. Office types around whom he worked had bodies that represented a lot of time sitting at a desk. But these guys were primo. Hal carried him into the locker room as Max, Kenji and he worked out logistics of the trip to Hal's home. Hal set Drew on the bench by his locker, running off to his locker to change clothes. Meanwhile, Drew told Max the combination to the lock on his locker. Max put Drew's suit, shirt and tie on a hanger and set his shoes, socks, undershirt, and briefs by his gym bag. Hal returned in a tee, jeans, and work boots. When he spied Drew's briefs on the bench, he grabbed them quickly while Drew was turned to answer Kenji's question about the location of his car keys, stuffing the briefs into his pocket where they made a slight bulge. Max had seen the maneuver, grinning at Hal. Hal grinned back, shrugging his shoulders.
"I can carry him out to your pickup," Max said, making as though he was going to pick Drew up.
Hal shoved Max's arms away, shooting him a "drop dead" look. Kenji's brows were slightly arched at his partner's boldness. "Better watch it, Lover," Kenji said, giving the word 'lover' uncharacteristic emphasis. "You're messing around in major cock lust. That's dangerous." Then the three guys chuckled.
Drew looked at one and then the next, wide-eyed. There was all that talk again like the earlier Medicine Man talk. It was too good to believe that anything would happen between Hal and him. He wanted to believe, but he also didn't want to be disappointed. Besides, not much could happen in his present state.
Hal scooped Drew into his arms again and they left the locker room and gym. As he had so many times in the last 20 minutes, Drew blushed when other inhabitants of the gym saw Hal carrying Drew in his arms through the hallways and through the lobby and out into the parking lot. He couldn't deny a strange new sense of pride that Hal had scooped him into his arms. Hal carried Drew around to the passenger side of the pickup where Kenji stood holding the door. Drew pointed out his car to Kenji, who immediately moved off toward it as Max walked to his pickup.
When they arrived at Hal's home, Drew absorbed all the details of the place as Hal carried him to one of the extra bedrooms (in a fit of craziness, Hal later thought, he'd built five bedrooms in his home, two in the basement, thinking that someday he'd have a family living there). Kenji, anticipating Hal's intentions, had run ahead and pulled back the bedspread and sheets in the bedroom next to the master suite. Kenji knew it from experience, for it had been his bedroom during his short stay with Hal. Hal lay Drew on the bed while Kenji scooted to the kitchen for ice.
When Kenji returned, he laid ice in a plastic bag around Drew's ankle. "Now, we leave that there for 20 minutes. Then we take the shoe off." Max brought Drew's things into the bedroom.
Kenji asked where Hal was. "Getting us some beers, I think," just as Hal entered with four beers. While the ice was working to reduce swelling in Drew's ankle, they gently began quizzing Drew about his life. He explained that he was an administrator, facilitating the front-line management of several hundred million dollars in combined revenue streams.
"So you spend your time bent over ledgers and balance sheets?" Hal asked.
"No, there are accountants, budget analysts, and CPAs who do that. I ensure that my firm is in compliance with laws, policies, and regulations."
"I LOVE a compliant guy!" Max burst out in mock seriousness and some heat. Kenji wasn't successful in blocking a smile.
"So you spend a lot of time reading laws and government regulations?" Kenji asked. "You must know a lot."
"Yes, but I also help shape policies and resolve problems. Spend a lot of time on teams."
"It can't be interesting," Max uttered, wincing as though the very prospect were causing him pain.
Drew laughed. "It has its moments."
"Is that why you work out at the gym?" Kenji asked.
"Well, one of the reasons." Drew then told them how he had decided to be really serious about working out by joining Murphy's Gym.
"When did you notice us?" Hal asked, causing Drew to blush.
"Uh-h-h-h, fairly quickly. Lot's of people watch you guys. You probably don't notice because you are working out and interacting all the time. I've never seen a group as large as yours in Murphy's. You look like a crew. Your contests and good feelings for each other keep people wondering about you." Drew paused a moment. "There isn't a one of you that hurts anyone's eyes when they gaze upon you."
Max threw an arm around Kenji and Hal, pulling them against him. "I think Drew likes us. So are you up to joining Hal's harem?" Max asked, grinning mischievously.
"Max," Hal said softly. "Drew won't understand what you mean."
"What DO you mean?" Drew asked.
The three guys looked at each other. "Maybe we should let Hal explain that later after we leave," Kenji said, checking his watch. "Let's get your shoe and sock off and ice that ankle again," he said as he gently removed the ice bag and articles of clothing he'd just enumerated. When he started removing the shoes and socks, Kenji stuck his hand inside the right leg of Drew's running shorts just under his butt cheek. Drew sucked in a breath. Both Max and Hal shot each other an amused look, realizing that Kenji was prepping Drew for Hal later. Hal knelt beside the bed, repeating Kenji's caress on Drew's other leg. As they shot glances up the slit leg of Drew's nylon running shorts, they caught the beginning of a bulge in his jock. Hal stood and unceremoniously pulled off Drew's tee. He caught Max's eye, giving his head a little jerk toward the door, earning a monster grin from Max.
"Kenji, we need to get home," Max said, giving Kenji a look that spoke volumes, bringing a grin to Kenji's face. Kenji arose, giving Hal his instructions for care of Drew's ankle. Then he showed Drew some exercises to do periodically the next day.
"Are you going to be here with Drew?" Kenji asked Hal. "You should keep him off his feet and on his back," Kenji ordered, grinning suggestively.
"Oh, no, I can't stay here that long. You can take me home in a little bit," Drew told Hal.
Hal looked at Kenji. "Drew's staying here so that I can take care of him. I may not be at the site tomorrow," Hal told Max.
"Don't worry, boss," Max replied. "We know what needs to be done. Do you?" He grinned at Drew. Placing a hand on Drew's shoulder and squeezing, he dropped down and quickly whispered in Drew's ear, "Hal needs your healing. Please help him. Love him. He's desperate for love."
Max's whispered plea left Drew puzzled, wondering what Max had meant. Hal saw Max and Kenji to the door. Drew lay on the bed, trying to fit Max's whispered message into the evening's events. Hal didn't seem to need any healing at all.
When Hal returned from seeing Max and Kenji off, he did just the opposite that Drew expected. He began to divest himself of his tee. Drew watched with bated breath as Hal pulled off his work boots and jeans. He was going commando, so he had only to remove his socks and he was nude.
Drew studied Hal's body. A treasure trail ran down Hal's nearly flat stomach, creased by a depression caused by ripped muscles running from his sternum to his belly button. A modest bush, thick and black, ringed a long, thick cock, topped by a perfect bell cap. His ball sac hung down almost to the tip of his long dick. His thighs were long, bowing gently down to calves that bowed out as well. Drew saw those plate-like pecs accented with modest brown nipples. The undersides of Hal's pecs curved out and up to his pits and in to his sternum. Hal reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out Drew's briefs, pulling them on. Recognizing his underwear, Drew's eyes widened as they had so many times during this evening of surprises. He watched as Hal pulled them up his legs and on his body. They seemed impossibly small, making even the taut, well- developed muscles in Hal's thighs and waist bulge out around the elastic. Drew expected the fabric to split any second. Hal's eyes were closed, a little shiver moving up his body. He walked slowly over to Drew. Hal removed the icepack for a moment to slide off Drew's shorts and jock strap, causing Drew's erect seven-incher to slap back against his lower stomach, leaving little splatters of precum.
Restoring the ice pack to Drew's ankle, Hal place his right knee by Drew's left hip, throwing his other knee over Drew so that he was straddling his midsection. He fell forward, his strong hands grasping Drew's wrists, pushing them into the mattress. The he leaned down and nibbled on Drew's ears and neck, making Drew gasp and then moan. "I want you, you know. I want you to be mine. I want to possess your little body. I want to dominate your sassy spirit. Drew stared, amazed - but turned on too. Hal leaned down, planting a serious kiss on Drew's lips. Then he reared back, moving his knees from either side of Drew. Once he was situated on the side of the bed, he gently stroked the muscles in Drew's lean legs.
Drew was delighted and rather speechless. Grasping at straws for something to say, he complimented and quizzed Hal about his home. When the 20 minutes of icing were up, Hal arose. "We're going to take a bath. I'll go run the water," he said as he walked to the bathroom. Drew watched hungrily as he walked away, the hard muscles in the lobes of Hal's ass shifting to and fro under the briefs. Drew allowed his head to flop down on the bed as he pondered the evening's strange but exciting events.
When the tub had filled up about half way, Hal shut off the water and walked back into the bedroom to Drew. He pulled the tight briefs down and off his long legs. Again, he slid his arms under Drew's back and knees, lifting him into his arms and studying his body. He slowly lowered his lips to Drew's, teasing them with his tongue, reminding Drew of Hal's licking Rich's lips during the crew's workout. Then Hal brushed his lips against Drew's chest and nipples, loving the feel of Drew's muscles tightening and his back arching from Hal's teasing. Hal's own dick was transforming into steel. Suddenly, Drew threw an arm around Hal's neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 'Hm-m-m-m-m,' Hal thought. 'He wants me.'
Hal walked them slowly to the bathroom, breaking the kiss to lower Drew into the tub, telling him to stand on his good foot as Hal, still hanging onto an arm, stepped in behind him, pulling him back against him, sighing softly as his hard cock pressed against Drew's warm back, holding Drew as he slowly lowered them into the tub so that Drew was between his legs, leaning back on Hal.
"Tell me about the harem," Drew requested.
So Hal started the long story about his life, for he wanted Drew to know all about him. If a relationship seemed in the offing, he knew he might want to offer that life to Drew. To him it was only fair that Drew know up front what he would be buying into - if he were interested. While telling the story, Hal gently washed Drew's body. Then he spread bath gel on his hands and stroked them up and down Drew's arms and legs, over his cock, causing Drew to gasp, down under his ass and into his crack, running his flat fingers over and over Drew's pucker. After Hal had washed all of Drew's body that he could, given their positions, Drew broke Hal's story momentarily to gesture for Hal to kneel in front of him on his knees. While Hal continued recounting his life, Drew gently ran his gel-slick hands over Hal's neck, shoulders, arms, chest, down under the water where he started a tease with his hands, moving them down Hal's hard cock millimeter by millimeter as he nibbled on Hal's nipples. In no time Hal, who didn't want to cum too quickly, recognized the signs that his orgasm was about to begin, so he gently pulled Drew's hands away.
Drew then motioned for Hal to stand while, leaning forward, he ran his gelled hands over Hal's ass. Hal halted his story momentarily, breathless, as Drew licked the head of Hal's dick, which offered a drip of precum. He continued washing as he slid Hal's cock into his mouth and as far back in his throat as he dared. Hal realized that Drew had never taken a cock into his throat, but he didn't care. He was intensely aroused. Then Drew pulled off, leaned back, and ran his hands over Hal's muscled thighs and calves. Eventually, Hal stepped back behind Drew. Drew was sitting up straight, so Hal slid his dick between the lobes of Drew's ass, pulling him into his arms and stroking Drew's hard dick. Drew kept turning his head back to steal a kiss from Hal, who stopped the story for that moment of sharing. When they broke the kiss, Hal started up again as Drew returned to stroking Hal's legs. By the time he reached Max's and Kenji's date, both were short of breath. Both could feel tremors in the other's limbs.
"May I be a member of the harem?" Drew asked.
"You have to let me fuck you to become a member of the harem."
"Okay," Drew said instantaneously. "Now."
Hal chuckled, his breath quavering with his excitement. "Because of your injury, we'll have to get each other off another way. The initiation into the crew awaits another night. Let's do this," Hal said as he scooted them near the head of the tub. "Stand up carefully on your good foot and turn toward me. Drew did as bidden. "Now slowly sit down. Don't worry about falling. I have you." Again, Drew followed Hal's direction, leading Hal to marvel again at how light Drew was. Hal was careful that Drew's injured leg was situated on top of his thigh while he slid his leg on top of Drew's uninjured leg. Hal gently pulled Drew snug up against him so that their cocks were mashed against each other. A gasp of breath escaped Drew's mouth as Hal pulled him into a kiss. Deep in the kiss, he trapped their cocks in his big right hand. Intuiting Hal's intention, Drew closed his hand around Hal's as they started slowly pumping their trapped cocks. Drew used the fingers of his one free hand to tweak Hal's nipples, making him expel air loudly out of his nostrils as they still kissed. Eventually, their hands speeded up as Drew began to moan. Hal's gentle kiss turned hungry and he devoured Drew's mouth. They never broke the kiss, just breathing loudly through it. Then without any warniing, Hal jammed himself against Drew's cock, spewing cum up onto them. Drew moaned loudly as his cock followed suit. They pumped their hands for the longest time.
Eventually, their hands slowed, and they moved their heads back. "Wow!" Drew whispered. "That was fantastic." They lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. "Are you gay or bi?" Drew asked.
"I'm horny and grateful," Hal replied, pressing his lips to Drew's and then deepening the kiss.
When they broke the kiss, Drew said a little breathlessly, "If you make me wait too long for the initiation into the crew, I may kidnap you, tie you up, and do the job on YOU." He was grinning at Hal as he threatened him. Then his smile started fading. "That is . . . if you still feel that way."
"I'm buying the rope tomorrow," Hal said, pulling Drew into another kiss.
(To be continued.)