Two Aussie Tradies

By T H

Published on Sep 7, 2024

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Two Aussie Tradies

"Mate, you gotta relax a bit, you look like you're waiting to get your nuts chopped off."

"Fuck off, I feel like a wanker."

Troy laughed. "This is how you gotta do it man."

Kieran rolled his eyes but said nothing. He did feel like a wanker, posing in just his work shorts on the balcony of Troy's flat while Troy took pics, what he described as "pussy bait".

"Uncross your arms, you gotta show off your chest."

Kieran did so, feeling self-conscious being half-naked in front of his mate.

"And flex your arm a bit," instructed Troy.

"Aw seriously?" Kieran moaned.

"Do you want to get laid or not? This is what you gotta do. Show off your guns."

"Fine, fuck," sighed Kieran. He turned his body towards Troy, arms straight down, and flexed, the clear definition of his triceps running down from his shoulder to his elbow.

"Nice," said Troy, and took a few more pics.

Kieran'd met Troy a few months before. Kieran'd just moved to Sydney from the Gold Coast where he grew up. Just turned 21, worked in all the bars, surfed on all the beaches, fucked all the hot girls from Surfer's to Tugan. Bored and wanting a change, he impulsively packed his van one weekend, said goodbye to his mum, and drove south, crashing on his sister's couch. Within a week his easy charm and good attitude scored him a job on a building site. First day on the job he met Troy, and the two hit it off like a house on fire.

Troy was different from his mates back home. For one thing, he was a couple years older, and Kieran had only ever hung out with the same group of mates since school. Kieran had two sisters and his dad was out of the picture; being mates with Troy was what Kieran imagined having an older brother was like. Troy looked out for him, knowing he was new to Sydney, took him to bars and beaches he thought he'd like. He was easy to talk to, relaxed, and confident talking about stuff his mates at home didn't really talk about.

"Nice man," grinned Troy, pulling the photos up for Kieran to see. "You'll be getting action in no time,"

"Fuck I need it man, hey," laughed Kieran, looking at the photos Troy had taken. Kieran saw a bunch of pics scroll by, and he had to admit, Troy seemed to know what he was doing. These were way better than the awkward selfies he'd take every now and then in the bathroom at home. Still he couldn't help but say, embarrassed, "Man, I look like a fuckwit."

"Shut up, you look good man. Check out that bod. The chicks will be throwing themselves at you"

Kieran felt a weird thrill. He couldn't quite name it, but when Troy admired his body, it made him feel really good. First day they'd met Troy grilled him. How often did he go to the gym? How did he get that body? Kieran had been embarrassed, but also felt good. No one had complimented him before like that. Well, no guy had.

Thing was, Troy was hot, and he knew it. He had the reputation for being the pretty boy on the building site, and was one of those guys you'd see on TikTok flexing and posting thirst-trap vids. He had a healthy following of guys and girls, and had told Kieran he was thinking about ditching the apprenticeship and getting a modelling agent. Fit from years of high-school AFL, and his imagine-me-naked pout he'd carefully perfected, Kieran thought Troy might actually have a shot.

Back home, Kieran would have thought Troy was a try-hard wanker, the kind of fuckwit you found all over the Goldie, taking selfies and eating granola on a yoga mat at sunrise, shit like that. But Troy was different. He didn't take anything seriously, didn't boast about his looks in real life, if anything, made a point of commenting on Kieran's body instead. Kieran really liked it. If Troy said he looked hot, he believed it.

As he looked at the pics he took quick glances at Troy's arm, comparing them to his own. Troy's arms were muscled, defined, biceps clear under the loose fabric of his hi-vis work t-shirt.

But Troy was right, Kieran was definitely the bigger of the two. A lifetime of surfing had kept him lean, broad shouldered, and muscular. But where he was from only fuckwits bragged about how hot or jacked they were, so Kieran had never thought about whether he was good looking or not.

"Fuck man, that's a winner!" admired Troy, settling on one pic in particular.

"You reckon?" asked Kieran. The pic did look really good.

"Yeah man," said Troy. "Can't believe you got that body just from surfing. I've been in fuckin' gyms since I was 17 and I still can't get arms like yours."

"Your right arm looks like it gets a workout," joked Kieran, jerking his hand in front of his crotch.

"Not me man, I get pussy, you're the one getting callouses, remember?" laughed Troy. Kieran groaned.

"Ugh, fuck... I wish I'd never said anything."

Troy grinned. "Mate, you did the right thing, telling your brother Troy. It's a fuckin' crime that a guy like you isn't getting his dick wet."

Kieran groaned again, thinking back on the conversation the two were having that morning on the site. As happened sometimes, the conversation drifted to sex, who each of the guys would fuck or get a bj from or whatever, but this time Kieran let slip that he hadn't been laid since he moved to Sydney two months ago.

"Two months?!" Troy yelled incredulously, so loudly other guys on the busy worksite heard it over the construction noise, and looked over.

"Shut the fuck up, not so loud!" hissed Kieren, turning red.

"Two months," Troy repeated, a lot softer. "What the fuck man? How the fuck are you..." he asked, gesturing up and down Kieran's body, "not getting laid?"

"I dunno, I'm not getting any hits on tinder, I can't figure it out," replied Kieran, moodily. "On the Goldie I got like four chicks, down here, I can't even get a message back."

"Lemme see your profile."

"Man, I'm not showing you my fuckin tinder profile,"

"Don't be a softcock, just show me."

"Ugh, fine, if it'll shut you up."

Kieran opened his tinder profile up, handed it over to Troy. Who chuckled.

"Dude, how old are these pics?"

"Like... a couple of years..." he replied, defensively.

"Is this you at high school?" Troy asked, laughing.

"Yeah it's my grad. That's me and Tracey Murphy."

"Kieran, you're a good looking guy, which is a good thing, because you're clearly dumb as shit, so I'll say this slowly: no chick... is going to message a guy... with a photo... of him... on a date with another chick in his profile."

"It wasn't a date, she was just my mate. We didn't even kiss or anything!" retorted Kieran.

"Dude, you cannot possibly be this naive. The chicks out there in fuckin' tinder land don't know that! And where are your fuckin' thirst shots?"

"My what?"

"Your thirst shot dude, your shirtless pics you take in bathroom or at the gym or whatever."

"I don't take pics of myself," lied Kieran. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Because thats how you get pussy, dummy!"

"Keep your fuckin' voice down!"

Kieran wondered if he agreed to Troy's idea, that after work they go back to his place and take some shots, just to make him shut up about it.

But apparently Troy had been serious, so now Kieran was in Sans Souci shirtless on Troy's balcony, subject of an improvised photo shoot.

"So, is that us done then?" asked Kieran hopefully, handing Troy back his phone.

"Bro, you need options. A few more." said Troy.

"Aw fuck, seriously? How long is this gonna take?"

"Mate, you have to have a bunch of different looks, so you can change them up," instructed Troy, patiently. "You want to have to do this again?"

"Nah, fuck that!"

"Alright then, just shut up and trust me on this,"

Kieran rolled his eyes again in response.

"So what, you want me pretending I'm a cowboy or something?"

"Don't be a fuckhead," replied Troy. "You surf, you should be in boardies or something."

"I forgot to bring my boardies to work today, mate," Kieran said sarcastically.

"I got boardies, dickhead, just borrow a pair of mine," replied Troy, walking into the flat.

"You're fucking kidding me," called out Kieran, following behind.

Troy scooped a pair of dark blue boardies off his bedroom floor and threw them at Kieran.

"Here, chuck them on," he ordered, then started going through his phone.

Kieran hesitated. He'd always been weird about getting changed in front of other guys, always felt self-conscious, even when he was surfing with his mates he had to go off and change out of his wetsuit by himself. His mates always gave him shit about it. But now he... wanted? to get changed in front of Troy, kinda hoped Troy would watch or something? but also felt weird about that, maybe he should go into the bathroom, but that's dumb, I'm just getting into boardies, still got my undies on...

Troy looked up. "What are you waiting for, you want me to do it for you?" he joked. Kieran snapped out of it.

"You wish, gaybo," Kieran joked back. He slipped his work shorts off, kind of disappointed Troy wasn't watching, back to fucking around on his phone instead. Stood for a second in his jocks, pretending to try to figure out which way the boardies went, realised he was being weird again, and slipped them on.

"Well?" he asked.

"Yeah, heaps better. You look like you should be on a poster in a surf shop,"

"Shut up,"

"You just need a shell necklace and one of those shit henna tattoos."

"Can we get on with it?"

"Stand in the doorway there, like you're talking to me or something."

"I'm talking to you now."

"Are you gonna fuck around all arvo?"

"Why the doorway?"

"Because it fuckin' frames you and the light's good."

Kieran moved, stood in the doorway.

"You look like you're waiting for the fuckin' bus. I dunno... do this or something," directed Troy impatiently, putting his forearm against the door frame above his head. Half-heartedly Kieran copied him. "Yeah, like show your pit a bit."

"Really?"

"Yeah man, makes your chest really pop and chicks dig pits."

"I've never heard that."

"Hands up everyone who's had some pussy in the past seven days," Troy said sarcastically, putting his hand up as he did. "Oh, just me? Is it... is it just me? Who's had some pussy?"

"Shut up."

"What about in the past two months... oh, still just me?"

"Alright! Fuck! I'll put my fuckin' arm up!"

"And pull your boardies down a bit."

"Why?"

"They're practically up to your tits, man."

"Fuck man, seriously?"

As an answer, Troy bent forward and pulled on the bottom of Kieran's shorts, pulled them down a solid inch, taking Kieran by surprise and exposing the sandy bush of his pubes. A few centimetres more and his dick would have been out. Kieran jumped.

"Fuck mate! Just pull `em off, why don't you?"

"Heaps better," said Troy, ignoring him.

Kieran put his arm above his head, posing awkwardly. He felt himself starting to blush, like some stupid kid, willed himself to stop, which just made it worse. Troy didn't seem to notice, started taking more pics.

He should be pissed off, about what just happened, Troy yanking on his shorts like that. Like in high school when his mates dakked him in front of everyone in the change rooms or at the pool. He'd always hated it, but for some reason, with just him and Troy here, it felt different. He felt a familiar flush through his stomach and down into his nuts, felt his cock twitch. Same feeling he'd get when he knew he was going to get laid. Maybe if he posted them on his profile this arvo he'd get some pussy tonight? He chubbed up a bit at the thought.

"Looking good, man," grinned Troy. "Check it out."

Troy walked over to Kieran, stood next to him and started scrolling through the latest batch of pics. Kieran looked, but he couldn't concentrate properly. Kept thinking about how close Troy was standing, still in his hi-vis t-shirt, work shorts and boots, while he was in Troy's boardies. His mouth was dry, and his stomach was churning. Man, what the fuck is wrong with me, he thought. He tried to ignore it.

"Alright, I guess you know what you're doing."

"Mate, I'm a fuckin' expert at this." He scrutinised the latest batch more closely. "Except I think your nips need to be hard."

"What?"

"Your nips. Get your nipples hard, it makes your pecs look more defined."

"How the fuck do I get my nipples hard?"

"You flick them, don't you know anything?"

"Why the fuck would I know that?"

"How the fuck have you been getting laid if you don't know something like that?"

"It doesn't come up! Chicks aren't like, `you're hot. Oh sorry, you've got soft nipples, forget it.'" Kieran said, irritated, almost shouting.

Troy laughed out loud. Despite himself, Kieran cracked a smile. Troy was a fucking smartarse, knew how to push Kieran's buttons.

"Alright, calm down, fair enough."

"Shit mate, you're fucking annoying."

"Yep, sure am," Troy grinned. "Well? Go for it."

Kieran rolled his eyes, turned away from Troy, did the deed. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered.

"Great," laughed Troy, when Kieran turned back.

"Hard enough?" Kieran said sarcastically.

"Yep, perfect," Troy laughed more.

"You're fuckin' enjoying this," said Kieran. Deep down, he kinda was too. He'd never joked around like this with his mates at home. He liked that he and Troy could talk like this. He liked how Troy looked up and down his body. Liked showing off for him, even though he acted like he hated it.

"Yeah I kinda am."

"So what next then?"

Troy didn't hesitate. "Jocks," he replied, big grin on his face, looking Kieran right in the eye.

"Uh..." Kieran laughed awkwardly. "Really?"

"Mate, if you're gonna argue with me every step of the way this'll take all arvo and you'll be wanking off alone again tonight."

Kieran sighed, resigned.

"Where?"

"On the bed. The light's good."

"You and your fuckin' light."

Awkwardly, Kieran moved to Troy's well-made bed, hesitated for a second, took a breath, and slid the boardies off.

"Calvins. Fancy," laughed Troy.

"Yeah, I like nice undies, so?" said Kieran, a little defensively.

"Nothing man! They look good on you, chill bro."

Mollified, Kieran sat on the edge of the bed. "So what do I do?"

Troy moved a couple of pillows around the bedhead.

"Lay back," he instructed. Kieran shuffled back, still feeling weird. He watched Troy look him up and down, instinctively put his arm across his pecs, feeling exposed.

"Put your hands behind your head, mate, show off a bit."

"I feel fucking stupid."

"Nah man, trust me, you look hot."

Kieran felt his body flush, felt a surge through his cock again.

Fuck, he thought. Don't get a boner.

Tentatively Kieran put his hands up, behind his head.

"Nah man, like this." Troy flipped through some photos again, passed his phone to Kieran. Kieran looked. It was Troy, in a pair of white jocks, laying on the same bed he was lying on. Kieran had never seen Troy like this, he'd seen a couple of his shirtless vids on TikTok, but this was next level. It was like porn. He was laid back, hands behind his head, cocky smirk on his face, pits exposed, the muscled ridges of his torso and stomach flexed, legs spread. Kieran tried not to stare at Troy's crotch, but couldn't help it, the line of Troy's semi erect cock and soft bulge of his nuts clearly visible under the fabric of his jocks.

"See?" asked Troy, taking his phone back.

The air felt thick. Troy had the same cocky look on his face as in the photo. Kieran didn't say anything, just watched as Troy scanned his eyes up and down his body a second time.

Fuck. Kieran's dick flushed again, this he couldn't stop it, he willed his dick not to get hard but knew it was gonna happen. He couldn't help himself, his eyes flicked down to his crotch, to see how obvious it was, and it was fucking obvious. His eyes flicked back up to Troy. He'd seen it too. Troy's hand moved, rubbed the front of his work shorts, just once, but that was enough. Kieran felt his dick turn rock hard, knew he was tenting, he'd watched himself in the mirror boning up dozens of times in these exact jocks, he knew there was no hiding it, knew that Troy knew that he was horned up as fuck.

"Looks like you liked it a lot," Troy said softly.

"Uh... I..."

In one swift movement Troy was beside Kieran, standing over him, his hand gripping Kieran's hard shaft, hidden but obvious under his jocks. Kieran jolted.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted.

"Tell me to take my hand off, and I will," said Troy.

"Fuck man! You're holding my dick!", Kieran shouted again.

"Tell me to take my hand off it then," repeated Troy.

"This is fuckin' weird, man!"

"Then tell me to take my hand off."

Kieran's eyes flicked wildly from Troy's face, down to his crotch, Troy's hand gripped so hard on his dick it almost hurt, a small wet patch of pre oozing into the fabric. Troy stroked Kieran's dick once, twice. Kieran couldn't help it, whimpered. He didn't want Troy to take his hand off.

Troy's voice was hoarse. "You're fucking boned, mate."

Kieran didn't move a muscle, looked down at his crotch, Troy running one hand over his hard shaft, down to his nuts, holding them tight. His eyes flicked back to Troy, his other hand on his own crotch, his cock tenting obviously in his work shorts.

"Better take care of that mate."

Moving so quick that Kieran could barely react, Troy slipped his hands under the elastic of Kieran's jocks and pulled them straight down and off, so fast Kieran's cut cock slapped loudly back onto his stomach. Troy surveyed Kieran, who laid unmoving, heart pounding, stunned.

"Damn mate," Troy said huskily. "You are fucking sexy."

Troy scanned his eyes up and down Kieran's body again, this time totally exposed, naked, his dick so hard it hurt. Kieran didn't know what to do, knew he should tell Troy to stop but didn't want him to, wanted him to grab hold of his cock again.

"I... I thought you were into pussy..." Kieran managed. He sounded pathetic, and Troy ignored him.

"You want it, don't you?"

Kieran hesitated, then nodded.

"Then get mine out."

Kieran didn't move.

"Unzip my fly, get my dick out."

Was this really happening? Kieran reached out, unzipped the fly on Troy's shorts, slipped his hand inside, no undies, felt the burning heat of Troy's hard dick, so different from his own, never touched another guy's cock before, what the fuck, what the fuck...

"Get it out."

Kieran struggled at first, Troy's dick was boned as much as Kieran's was, pressed hard against the stiff fabric of his work shorts, suddenly it sprang out, dark pink cockhead half visible under a smooth foreskin, flared cockhead, thick vein pulsing from tip to root.

"Fuck yeah man," breathed Troy. "You want it, don't you..."

Kieran stared at Troy's hard dick, never seen another guy's dick hard, not in real life, only in porn, could smell the sweet musky odour of precum and hot dick.

"Tell me you want it," Troy commanded.

"I want it," Kieran said, his voice cracking, mouth dry. He willed Troy, please touch my cock, please. But Troy just stood over him, Kieran naked, Troy still in his work clothes, except for his exposed cock straight and hard out of his fly.

"Touch it man."

Troy was trembling. Somehow that made it feel less weird. Couldn't believe he was doing it, Kieran reached out his hand, his finger tips brushed Troy's dick, barely touched it. Troy moaned deep, shuddered.

"Aw... fuck!" he shouted, no warning, a huge streak of cum sprayed out of his dick, directly onto Kieran's face, stunned, hearing another load drip loudly onto the bedroom floor. Kieran wiped it off, looked for a second at Troy's white load smeared over his fingers.

"You... fuckin came on me!"

"Fuck!"

"On my fuckin' face!"

Troy didn't answer. He pushed Kieran roughly back onto the bed. Before Kieran knew what was happening, Troy moved over him, engulfed Kieran's cock, balls deep in his mouth.

Kieran shouted, loud, his voice not sounding like his own, moaned like an animal as Troy's hot mouth started working up and down his dick. Involuntarily he pushed his hands on the back of Troy's head, couldn't help himself, started fucking Troy's face, fuck, nothing like a chick, this was insane, fuck keep going, keep sucking it, shouting it, half aware of the open balcony door in the room outside, they must be hearing this in the street, I don't fuckin' care, fuck keep going, could feel the load building in his nuts...

Abruptly Troy pulled off him, coughing, gagging. Kieran moaning like he was in pain, "why'd you fuckin' stop?!"

In a haze, Kieran watched Troy wipe his face, wet with spit and pre, rip off his shirt, revealing his tight muscled torso, dark hair covering his chest, stomach muscles gliding under his dark tan, snail trail running down to his thick bush, cum still dripping out of his piss slit. Kieran moved, couldn't help himself, pushed his mouth onto one of Troy's nipples, sucking, biting hard, Troy straddling Kieran's cock, Kieran grinding into the rough fabric of Troy's shorts, vaguely aware his dick was riding up and down the crack of Troy's arse.

"Aw fuck!" Troy moaned. "Fuck yeah, like that, you fuckin horny fuck..." Troy switching between moans and rough dirty shit, stuff Kieran had heard himself say when some chick was working his dick, never heard it from another guy though, spurred Kieran to do it more, his hand moved back to Troy's nuts.

"Get them off, get your shorts off," Kieran said, his voice cracking. Troy rolled over next to Kieran, scrambled with his boots, socks, shorts, Kieran watching, running his hands over Kieran's body, down his stomach, back up again. Fuck, suck it again, he heard himself say.

Troy didn't. Naked, grabbed Kieran by his waist, Kieran felt himself get rolled over onto his stomach, Troy's hands grabbing him, pulled him up on his knees, felt Troy position himself between his legs, his arse cheeks pulled apart, his hole exposed.

"What the fuck are you..." Kieran began, cut off by a sudden intense feeling from his hole, moaned loud as he suddenly realised Troy was eating him out. What the fuck, fuck he's eating my fuckin' hole, fuck, what the fuck, is this really happening, fuck, fuck... felt Troy pull off, his fingers rubbing his tight hot pucker.

"Fuuuck," he heard Troy whisper hoarsely. "This is my kind of pussy... fuuuck..."

Again, Kieran felt Troy's tongue dive deep inside his hole, started moaning uncontrollably, face sideways, pushed hard into Troy's pillow, on the floor he could see Troy's t-shirt, shorts, boots, a reminder his mate was totally fuckin naked, this is fuckin crazy, goddam, he's eating me out, fuck he's eating me out...

Half aware, he felt Troy move his body over his own, felt something pushed against his hole, fuck it's his cock, his cockhead is right up on my hole, no fuckin way, am I gonna do this?

"I wanted this first moment I saw you," Troy said, his voice hot and husky in Kieran's ear.

"Yeah?" was all Kieran could say.

"Fuck yeah," Troy replied. "Didn't know you'd want it too..."

"Aw fuck, I dunno man... I..."

"Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop..."

"I... fuck... I kinda..."

Kieran's voice trailed off, he couldn't say it out loud, but his brain was fucked up, horny as fuck, he'd seen chicks get fucked in the arse in porn, always turned him on so bad, never found a chick who'd be down for it, always fantasised about it, never thought he'd be getting fucked, never.

Troy shifted, Kieran felt Troy's uncut cockhead push inside, slick from Troy's spit, felt his hole stretch out, moaned loud again, couldn't believe that he was moving so his mate could keep going, deeper.

"Fuck mate, you're tight as fuck..." Troy's voice in his ear again.

"Fuck man... slow..."

"Sure man, slow... breathe man... fuck you're gonna love it..."

Kieran moaned again, felt Troy's dick slide inside him, inch by inch, felt like it would never end, suddenly an electric bolt of pure horny fuck washed through him as Troy buried his cock all the way inside. Felt him slowly slide in and out, each thrust making him moan loud.

"Fuck yeah... you don't need no chicks man... we don't need chicks..."

Kieran groaned, "Fuck no man... no chicks..."

"You're gonna give it up? Whenever I want?"

"Fuck... yeah... any fuckin' time..."

"That's it man..."

"I wanna...wanna fuck you too..." Kieran managed between Troy's slow fucks.

"Yeah? You wanna fuck me like this?"

Kieran felt Troy move faster, couldn't say anything, just one long moan as Troy got back on his knees, gripping Kieran's hips, fucking him hard and deep, never thought this would feel so good, each thrust making his cock pulse, untouched, hard, rubbing against Troy's doona.

"I wanna fuck you on your back..." Troy demanded, "wanna see your face when you nut..."

Kieran just nodded, felt Troy pull out of him. Kieran rolled over, Troy kneeling, panting, covered in sweat, his dick hard in his hand. Troy looked him up and down again, "yeah man, you need this dick, hey?"

Kieran nodded, didn't really know what he was doing, lifted his legs, exposing his hole. Troy grinned, grabbed his mate's ankles, pushed his legs up higher, until Kieran's dick was almost over his own face. Troy positioned himself, almost standing, then drove his dick down into his mate's tight hole, all the way, in one long, slow thrust.

Kieran moaned, his loudest moan yet, as Troy fucked him like a pile-driver, more urgent by the second. Troy let go of one ankle, moved his hand onto Kieran's cock, started jerking him off as hard and fast as he was fucking him.

"Fuck... fuck... I'm gonna nut inside you man... Troy panted. Kieran couldn't answer, just moaned louder and louder, felt his nuts shift, his load starting to boil up in his balls, he was gonna cum too, he could feel it, getting more and more intense, way past the point he'd usually nut, like Troy's cock inside him was holding it back, his moans shifting to high pitched whimpers, in his lust-fucked brain all he could think was I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, tried to say it but couldn't.

Suddenly Troy threw his head back, groaned loud, Kieran knew his mate was busting his nut deep inside his hole, felt his mate's dick push so deep inside felt like it was in his stomach, and Kieran couldn't hold it off, his cock finally releasing the pent up weeks of blue balls. Rope after thick white rope of his own cum sprayed over his face, in his hair, his open mouth, salty and sweet, kept going for what felt like forever.

The haze slowly began to fade, Kieran was dimly aware of Troy pulling out, releasing his legs and his cock, Kieran's muscled body flopping back onto Troy's bed, spent. Troy fell beside him, panting, bodies touching, covered in sweat.

"Fuuuuck..." breathed Kieran. "That was... fuck..."

"You okay?" asked Troy.

"I... fuck yeah man... just... didn't expect that..."

"Fuck man, you came buckets, you're covered..."

Kieran ran his tongue over his lips, his own load in his mouth, felt it running down his face. Troy moved again, started kissing him, deep, Kieran kissing him back, it felt... just fuckin right, Troy's hand back on his half-hard dick.

"You... you wanna crash the night?" asked Troy, hesitantly.

"I... yeah..." Kieran replied. "Except..."

"Except what?"

Kieran moved quick, Troy wasn't expecting it, pinned down with Kieran on top of him.

"Except I'm fucking you next," Kieran grinned.

Troy laughed. "Fuck yeah mate, no chicks!"

"No chicks man!" agreed Kieran, and kissed Troy again, deep, hard, and long.

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