Entry Level 06 (Patreon)

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Chapter 6: Switch-Up

"I'll take it off you tonight," he said.

—[]—

We got through the door and he was on me before I'd even put my bag down.

His hands found the back of my neck, pulling my face to his, kissing me harder than usual, less patient than the way he normally started things. I dropped my bag and grabbed his shirt with both fists and kissed him back with three days of backed-up masculine sexuality wanting to come out. I didn’t even realize how bad it had gotten until that moment, the ache from under the cage growing strong as blood flowed to the area, but found nowhere to go. His mouth was warm on me and he tasted like a man.

He got my tie loose and pulled it over my head without undoing the knot. My shirt came untucked under his hands, his fingers working the buttons from the bottom up while I did the same to his, and we got in each other's way twice before both shirts were open and he pushed mine off my shoulders and let it fall on the floor. His chest was warm against mine, and I put both hands flat against his stomach and felt the muscles in him shift as he moved.

He walked me backward down the hallway, his hands on my hips, steering me as I tried not to trip. My back found the doorframe of his room and he pressed into me for a second, his hips against mine, both of us still in our pants, and I felt the cage and felt him hard against it and made a sound into his shoulder.

He got my belt open and my pants went down and he looked at the cage for a second in the low light coming through the curtains. He ran his thumb over the metal slowly, nudging it gently, left and right, just feeling it, and my legs went slightly unsteady.

His pants came off and he turned me around and pressed his chest to my back, his chin on my shoulder, his hands moving over my stomach and chest, one of them sliding down while the other groped me around my chest like he was looking for tits, but still happy and horny to find the half-developed pec he had helped sculpt on my nineteen-year-old, male form. 

The smell of him was thick and warm this close, his skin had heated up from the walk and his sexual energy was getting ready to spill out. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and let his hands do what they wanted to me while I just enjoyed being touched.

He walked me to the bed and put me down. He moved on top of me, and the weight of him held me down as he quickly found my entrance, which was more open and receptive than it had ever been. He quickly pushed in and worked up to a steady rhythm, and my body moved with his thrusts. I closed my eyes and listened to my body, or Decker’s, I wasn’t even sure.

He went hard, our bodies clapping together for a long time, his stamina impressive, both below the waist and in his abs. He could thrust for hours if he wanted to. I was so wound up from the day that I could barely hold still. He pinned me down firmly as he went at it, and I started to think he had forgotten about taking the cage off of me tonight. I wondered if he was too lost in the moment.

Just before I finally asked about it, he paused.

He reached into the nightstand and came back with the small brass key. I felt a tingle in my crotch just looking at it in his hand.

I turned over excitedly as he crawled up my legs to my crotch. He unlocked the cage and nudged it off me gently, and the relief was immediate, and physical. The blood rushed back in like it had been literally held back by a dam. He wrapped his hand around me at the base and squeezed once, slowly, massaging me back to life.

"Why don't you try doing me now," he said suddenly. "I'm warmed up."

I waited for him to finish, not even registering what he was asking me.

He reached behind himself, like he was poking himself in the ass, and his hand came back holding a small butt plug.

I stared at it, my jaw dropping. "When did you…"

"I bought this too," he said, almost smiling, "At that shop. You were too distracted to notice."

He leapt on top of me and made me flinch. He grabbed my firmness and guided me in, the existing lube inside him enough to take me to the hilt already, somehow. His hands were steady on my chest, watching my face while he did it. The plug had done its job. He took me faster than I had taken him the first time, and I barely had a moment to register what was happening before I knew I wasn't going to last. Three days of built up tension had a very specific and immediate result on the timelines of sex.

He grabbed onto me firmly, shifted his weight, and rolled us over in one smooth motion until I was on top, and still inside him. His legs were locked around me, his heels digging into my ass, holding me flush against him.

I thrust once and froze. When I thought I might have a chance of lasting, I thrust again, slowly, but it was over.

"Fuck," I said. "I'm cumming inside you, dude."

"Yeah, man," he muttered, his jaw dropping open. His eyes made a look that I hadn’t seen before. "Do it."

I looked down and watched my own body flinch on its own as the biggest rush of dopamine I had ever felt moved through me. I almost cried as I felt the release, my body pulsing and my legs quivering. I looked at his face halfway through and started thrusting again. He was watching me back, breathing hard, and then I felt his hole clamp down on me hard. I watched his face, wondering if something was wrong for a second. Then his body relaxed, and clamped down again, suddenly pulsing on my shaft in a rapid rhythm. I looked down again to find his abs already coated, more of him still oozing out onto his stomach.

"Did you," I started.

"Yeah," he said. He looked up at me. "You did a good job."

—[]—

After regaining our sense of awareness, we hung out for a few minutes before getting in the shower. We let the water run as we squirted soap onto each other and talked casually about how fun that had been, big smiles on our faces. I felt like a kid again, discovering what it was like to have a best friend. I washed his back and he let me, leaning against the tile with his eyes closed. I touched his round, wet ass with a new kind of curiosity, and I put a finger in. I felt the looseness I recognized from myself after being fucked. He didn't say anything. 

Whenever we shifted positions, our dicks kept bumping against each other. Even after all we had done, it was still somehow funny, and we giggled at it. 

When my dick touched him yet again, I said, “Funny, I’ve never had so much trouble keeping this thing to myself.”

"Yeah," he said, repositioning. "I've only taken a shower with a girl." 

A beat. "I never dated a guy before." He snickered at himself and then got silent as my finger found a spot he liked inside him.

But I went sort of quiet, not even sure why.

He suddenly turned around and pushed me against the wall. I smiled, knowing I had riled him up and I was about to get more of him.

He fucked me again with his hardness fully returned, hard and fast. I held onto the wall and took it. His hands were braced on either side of my head, water running down both of us. I was stuck on the word he had used before, and beyond the immediate sensations running through my body, I couldn’t think of anything else..

“Dated.”

Not hooked up with. Not fooled around with. “Dated.”

He had just said it like it was nothing.

He finished suddenly, buried in me, and I felt him pulse from the inside, his hips going still, his forehead dropping to the back of my neck.

"Damn," he breathed. "I needed that." 

A pause. "I love finishing inside you." And then quieter, "I love you, man. I love you."

I felt the warm and fuzzy aftershock of sex and romance mixed together.

"I love it too," I said. "Keep it in there."

He reached around me, knowing what I needed. His hand found me and gripped hard, working up and down, fast and tight.

I started to groan immediately. "Oh baby, dude, baby, fuck."

He finished me off in seconds, my hands slamming into the tile as I sprayed the wall, his arm locked around my chest, his dick still buried in me.

We stood there for a minute under the water without talking.

He noticed I was quiet.

"What?" he said.

"Nothing," I said.

He reached down and flicked my dick with one finger. Then he got out of the shower.

I stood there for another second under the water, thinking about the word, before I turned it off and followed him.

—[]—

Friday night, it was almost midnight, and we were on the couch eating takeout, watching a movie on streaming, our legs on top of each other’s on the coffee table, when his phone buzzed. He looked at it and handed it to me without saying anything.

It was Tony.

Yo. Near your place. Locked out. My roommate's gone for the weekend and I can't get anyone on the phone. Can I crash?

Decker was already giving me a look. We were of the same mind and we didn’t even have to day it. I rolled my eyes, echoing both our sentiments.

I texted back: Come through.

He showed up twenty minutes later with his tie loosened and his shirt half unbuttoned. Just based on his energy I could tell he had been out since happy hour and had not stopped. He thanked us exactly zero times, dropped onto the couch, and immediately began a detailed account of his evening that nobody had asked for. He talked about himself so much it was like Decker and I weren’t even there. I shoved a can of soda water into his hand and he started swigging it between sentences, which was the only break we got from him talking.

We didn’t exactly sit and listen. Decker and I turned the movie back on, and let him drone on a bit next to us on the couch. I registered, in an involuntary and irritating way, the outline of the ample meat in his pants. He was man-spread on the couch, his loosened shirt giving way to the top of his chest. Tony’s bulge always showed up wherever Tony went, and it felt like that was a fourth person on the couch with us.

Eventually his voice slowed and his eyes got heavy and his sentences stopped finishing themselves. His head tipped back against the cushion.

Decker looked at me. I looked at Decker.

We went to his room and closed the door.

—[]—

The room was dark. Outside the window the city hummed at its usual Friday night frequency.

"Imagine if he knew about us," I said. "He'd freak out.”

Decker was quiet for a second. "Nah," he said. "He'd actually be into it.”

I scrunched my face in dismissal, watching him as he went on. He smirked a little.

“I've known guys like him. All macho and toxic until one random night and suddenly they're into dudes too. Sometimes a femboy at a rave, sometimes just hanging out with the boys, or whatever."

I thought about that. "Is that what happened to you with me?"

He was quiet long enough that I thought he was going to deflect.

"Honestly?" He paused. "I always knew I'd be down. For the right guy."

I let that sit for a second. I smiled on the inside. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm your cock whisperer," I said.

"Ok.”

I was asleep not long after that.

—[]—

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night needing to pee and shuffled out into the dark hallway, pulling the door mostly closed behind me.

I heard him before I saw him. There was a slow, wet sound from the direction of the couch.

Tony was awake. His head was back, his eyes closed, one hand moving in the dark. I saw that big pole again, engorged as big as his ego. His fist focused on the head while he pleasured himself to his thoughts. He hadn't heard me come out.

I stood there for a second, a little nervous in my stomach, kind of excited to watch it in action again, as much as I hated admitting it. The size of him was the same as I remembered from the bar bathroom, the office bathroom, every other time Tony had made his presence known. It was thick and red, almost insistent in his fist as it jutted up into the air. I admitted to myself, quickly and without dwelling on it, that it was a hot thing to see, even if the guy sucked. Then I started walking toward the bathroom like I hadn't seen anything.

He flinched when he heard me. But he didn't put it away.

"Big right?" he said without looking at me.

"You showed me before," I said.

"Sorry my bare ass is on your couch right now," he said. His hand kept moving, but slower.

"Not the first ass that’s been on that couch."

"I bet," he said. His eyes closed again. His voice shifted into something looser, his mind drifting somewhere. "You guys probably have so much sex in this place."

I leaned against the kitchen counter and didn't say anything.

"I'd be banging so much more if my roommate was cool like you guys," he went on. "I'd get with a girl every night." 

A pause. "Even a dude. Just once. To see what it's like."

"I bet you would," I said.

He made a sound that was basically an agreement.

"What's your situation like," he said. "You getting any lately?"

I thought about how to answer that.

"Yeah," I said. "It's been a good summer."

"Tell me," he said, along with the gentlest moan as he gripped himself harder and started moving it with a new rhythm on himself.

I watched him as I told him. I kept the details vague on the gender and number of dicks involved. 

“I just had sex tonight,” I said quietly. “She was fit.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. 

“She fucked me hard, dude,” I added in a whisper. “And I just let her do her thing to my body. I held her hips tight while she rocked my world.”

It was all true in its own way, and I was getting a strange thrill off of finally sharing my experience with someone. 

“Then she flipped me on top, tossing me around like a ragdoll, and I pushed in so deep dude.”

“Fuck, dude,” he moaned openly at normal volume. I wondered if Decker was going to wake up.

“I hadn’t cum in three days, bro. Shit was backed up. I drilled her so hard and she was loving it. She took it even better than I expected.”

Tony's hand was moving in a blur over himself. In the dim light from the window I could barely tell where his fist ended and his large meat began.

"She sounds unreal," he said.

"She is," I said.

"You're fucking lucky, dude."

"I know," I said.

He hunched forward suddenly and finished in several big ropes, a low sound escaping him that was almost a whimper, involuntary and unguarded. After all his faults, it was honestly kind of respectable how loose he was, unburdened by boundaries, as much as it annoyed me the rest of the time.

I found myself watching carefully, trying to see the white come out, and I almost thought I missed it until the spurts of his joy streaked across his abs. I felt a weird satisfaction that I had helped. I felt like I would never touch him or anything like that, but it was fun to have a show regardless.

Then he was still. His head turned to the side. His eyes were already closed. His hand went slack around himself, his heavy dick flopping sideways, still loosely in his grip.

I shook my head at nothing in particular as I went into the bathroom.

I came out to hear him breathing, confirming he had drifted off that quickly. He hadn’t moved an inch, still slick with his own juices, his hand on himself.I got a large glass of water from the kitchen and drank the whole thing at the counter. 

Before heading back to the bedroom, I tore a long stretch of paper towels off the roll, walked over to Tony on the couch, and draped them across his gooey abdomen. He didn't react.

I went back into Decker's room and pulled the door closed behind me. Decker's arm found me in the dark under the sheets, wrapping around me from behind, his chest warm against my back. He was still asleep.

I closed my eyes and it didn't take long to join him.

—[]—

Morning came in through the curtains. I could hear Tony snoring even through the closed door, a low, steady sound that confirmed he was still deeply unconscious out there.

Decker was awake. His hand was moving slowly over my arm, my side, my stomach, in the slow, waking way that I recognized as him being horny upon awakening. The dude never stopped.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he said.

I smiled at the ceiling. "Dude. I think you were right about Tony."

He chuckled through his nose. "What do you mean?"

"He would get with a dude.” 

“How do you know?”

“He kind of said it last night, while he was jerking off in front of me.” I paused to see his reaction.

Decker went still for a second. Then he rolled onto his back and threw his arm over his face laughing. 

"Oh my god," he said. "And he said he wants dick?"

"He worked himself up to it," I said. "I didn't even ask. Then he jizzed all over himself."

"Fucking animal," Decker said, staring at the ceiling.

I got up and pulled on my underwear and opened the bedroom door without thinking to check first.

Tony was standing in the middle of the living room in his underwear, peeling a paper towel off his stomach where it had dried and stuck to him overnight, his morning wood jutting out of the left hole of his boxer briefs, the big head of it unable to hide. He looked up through half-open eyes, his hair, more curly than normal somehow, going in all directions.

He saw me coming out of Decker's room. He saw Decker in the bed behind me.

He scrunched his brow and tilted his head to the side, slowly, like a dog hearing a confusing, sound for the first time.