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Chapter 2: Crazy Night

He looked back at me with a smirk, pausing for a moment, before adjusting his hips once more, placing our wet packages in contact once more. 

"Could you be... down for more?"

I took a deep breath through my nose, and noticed how much the room smelled like boy sweat and cum. I looked down off the bed, to the crooked mirror he always bumped into, and a laundry pile full of  his dirty underwear and shirts. I had been living in sin this whole time. There was no reason to deny it anymore.

"Yeah," I said.

Our slimy dicks were pressed together where he had put them. We hadn't even cleaned up yet, and I could feel the mess of both of us cooling on my stomach, the sweat of his ass touching my bare legs, my shorts still bunched down below my knees.

The fleshlight was off to the side by his pillow.

Jeff glanced down at where our dicks were resting against each other and then back up at me, and there was that grin again.

He reached over and shoved the toy another few inches away with the back of his hand, making sure I would see him do it. I tried to grab it, but he pushed it off the side of the bed onto the floor. His weight was still holding me down.

"We don't really need that, do we?" he said.

"But otherwise it's just two dudes," I said.

"Bro. It's already just two dudes."

I opened my mouth to argue and heard, in advance, exactly how my own argument sounded before it got out. 

He put his hand around both of our rods instead, just his palm folding the two of us together in one grip. They slipped and slid across each other. I had just released, and I was feeling a bit standoffish about the nastiness of the situation, but I didn't hate the feeling of his weight on top of me. If a dude wanted to basically give me a handjob, why turn it down? I could always go for a second nut anyway.

And his hand was completely different. The toy had been incredible, a warm swallowing pressure, but this was skin, and skin against skin has a temperature and a give and a little bit of drag to it that the plastic didn't have. His was thicker than mine and I could feel where the ridge of his head sat higher up the length than mine, and a heartbeat, his or mine, I couldn't tell whose, ticking somewhere in the pressure of his fist.

"See," he said quietly. "It's good."

"Shut up."

He started to move his hand, slow, working us both in the same stroke, and my breath went out of me sideways. I braced my heels against his mattress. He had scooted up so his hips were angled into mine, and when he stroked us he also pushed forward with his whole body, so it turned into a grind, his weight rolling into me and back off. Our balls kept knocking together on the down part. I hated how good that specifically felt, the dumb slap of it. It was like a thing some idiot, low-brow frat boys would be doing while saying "no homo". I was repulsed by the idea, but lost in how good it actually felt.

He was still as hard as a rock, and I was getting fully hard again as well, quicker than I normally would after already having a release. And at least one of us started leaking, rehydrating the lubricated mess between us. It moistened up the whole grip and made the slide smoother. It mattered to me for some reason, that he was as into it as he was. It was making it more and more "okay" that we were doing this. I could feel him pulse against my underside every few strokes. He'd talked all this big game for weeks about girls and Kelly and his monster cock, and here he was rubbing his bare dick against his roommate's and getting short of breath.

"You're leaking everywhere," I said.

"So are you," he said. "It's helping."

He spit down onto the combined mess, and it felt even better as he kept stroking tightly.

My hand had been flat on his thigh this whole time, holding on. That was about as close as I had wanted to get to "participating" in this. But then it wasn't on his thigh anymore. It went up and around and I got my own hand on our combined mass of dick, on the parts of us his fingers weren't covering, and I stroked the top of his cock while he stroked the both of us at the base. 

I lay my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations, just letting it happen.

He slowly removed his grip, and I juggled both our dicks together with my hand. They actually slipped away from each other more than I thought they would. It took a second to keep them both steady in my hand. His meat was heavier than I would think a dick could be, and it was hot. When I ran my thumb up over the head of him, he twitched hard and swore under his breath.

"Look who got in the driver's seat," he said.

"Don't talk," I said quickly.

"I'm just saying," he said, loving it. "That's you doing that. Nobody's tickling you into it."

"I will stop."

"No you won't."

He shifted off me and moved back, leaving a gap between us. I let my dick fall as I watched him, his face lowering toward my dick, and he looked up the length of my body at me. He wasn't going to say out loud what was next, just like when he double stuffed his dick into the fleshlight with me. He was going to just do it.

I stayed still, and my dick jumped on its own, and he chuckled. Then, in the blink of an eye, his mouth was on me.

It felt even better than the fleshlight, his living tongue massaging me warmly and clumsily as he moved halfway down my shaft. He gagged, his whole body seizing, the muscle jumping across his shoulder blades, and he came off me coughing, making me laugh a little.

"Shut up," he said, wiping his mouth. "You try it, then."

I shrugged. He lay back and I got down between his legs and looked at the meat of it, up close now, right there, and I put my mouth on it before I could talk myself out of it.

I gagged too, immediately, worse than him, because his was bigger and I had no idea what I was doing. My eyes watered, but I kind of wanted to continue, just to engage in this further. I got into a rhythm eventually, the little bit of him that I could take, and I hummed around him, and he liked that. I felt him twitch against my tongue. His hand held the back of my head, his fingers pushing into my hair, and he didn't shove me, but he followed my up and down movements as I eventually lay all the way down onto my stomach, my bare lower body on display for him. My jaw got sore as I worked his meat, and my neck was tired, but I pushed on.

"Fuck," he breathed, "You're actually good at that, how are you good at that."

I came off him. "I'm not, I'm literally dying down here."

"You're doing amazing," he said, and pushed my head back down.

At some point his hands got busy, feeling down my body a bit, reaching the length of his arms down to rub my skin. I felt his hand drift down to my ass, grabbing my balls from behind, his thumb pressing down right onto my hole.

I jerked and made a sound. 

"Just seeing what's down there," he said.

And he rubbed me there in slow circles instead of pushing, and I hated how my whole lower half went loose and relaxed into it naturally. 

So of course, I had to return the favor. I got a hand back under his balls while my drool dripped down, soaking his balls and taint while I worked him with my mouth, and I found the same spot on him that he had found on me. He went as still as I had, this bigger, athletic lacrosse recruit quiet with a virgin's finger pressed to his hole.

"Oh, that's," he started, and didn't finish, and now we were even.

We played with each other's asses, as I pushed my finger deeper and he shoved himself back onto it, and in the scramble of legs and elbows we ended up basically in a sideways 69, his dick hanging in front of my face, the hardness of it pressing against my chest as his body rocked, my hand working up between his cheeks. He grunted around me every time I curled my finger into his body.

He pulled off my mouth and rolled up onto me, kneeling over my chest, his hard dick resting heavy and hot on my sternum while I stayed knuckle deep inside him. I got ballsy and tossed him backward onto the mattress. He let me. He grabbed my dick as I came down over him and stroked me while I worked the finger in and out hard, and my dick bobbed closer and closer to where my knuckles pressed flush against his ass. He wrapped his other fist around himself and jerked in the same rhythm, and when I twisted my finger inside him he groaned, high pitched like a girl, higher than any sound I had heard him make yet.

I pressed the head of my dick up against the spot where my fingers met his hole, almost pushing it in alongside them. His hole clamped down on me, his wet mess of an ass gripping my fingers so tightly I wasn't even sure I could have pulled them out if I wanted to. He squirted onto himself, a long, slower orgasm than his first one, rope after rope rolling out over his abs while his fist kept milking it. I slid my fingers out of him and he kept stroking me, a true bro, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. 

I blasted all over his abs, adding my load to the mess already on him. I watched our different colors of white and clear mix together in a lewd pile of goo on his body. It felt amazing. I got a rush just from looking at it, but my natural instincts started to come out in the moment as well.

"I need a shower," I said. "And you have to wash your sheets, this is disgusting."

He laughed and threw an arm over his eyes. 

"That felt so good," he said. "In my ass."

"They say that's the male g-spot."

"Oh yeah," he said, still breathing hard. "I've heard that."

He leaned back like he was just going to sleep. His body was at rest, drained from all the stuff we had done.

"Aren't you gonna, like... shower?"

He ignored the question.

"I can't wait to do that again," he said, his voice softer, like he was already drifting off. 

I stood there over him on my knees, with my heart still racing, already wondering what he was going to want to try that we hadn't yet, and hoping I got a turn to be the one who thought of it first. I gently got off the bed and let him sleep as I grabbed my towel, heading out to the shower. My mind was mixed. I felt less shame than I would have thought I would feel. It was overshadowed by a heavy sense of thrill from having finally done something sexual with someone else, even if it was a guy.