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Chapter 8: Bonfire

Spencer's rhythm stuttered, and then he stopped and pulled out of me fast and knelt back on his heels with one hand clamped around the base of himself, breathing hard.

"I almost," he said.

I sat up on the couch, oiled to the elbows, hard and completely unfinished, and pointed at the loveseat.

"Get down there," I said.

And he got off the couch and did it.

He knelt on the loveseat with his forearms and his face down in a throw cushion, ass up, and waited. His back was already shining. I came up behind him with one knee on the cushion and one foot planted on the floor, grabbed the oil off the coffee table, and poured it straight down the middle of him, a lot of it, so it ran everywhere.

It ran off him in every direction, between his cheeks, off his balls, into the fabric, a dark spot spreading under his knees.

"That loveseat is done, bro," Danny said from the long couch, where Jimmy was pushing his knees up. "We should burn all this furniture when we're done. Beach bonfire. Destroy the evidence."

"You're gonna carry a couch to the beach?" Jimmy said.

"I would carry this couch to the beach."

"We'll do it together," Danny huffed from behind me.

I set the bottle back on the coffee table and looked down at Spencer waiting under me.

"Have you ever," I said.

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"No."

"Okay."

So I looked down at my blonde friend's ass, his hairless, pink hole facing me, and I spit on it.

"Did you just spit on me?"

The other two looked over at us.

"Yeah."

I poured some baby oil on it as well, and worked one finger around the outside of the ring, pressing on the center slowly, until he stopped clenching. And when I pushed in, he locked down on me so hard I stopped and held still and waited him out until it gave. I looked over at Jimmy's little butt bouncing on Danny now, the two of them starting to groan slightly, and I pressed two fingers into Spencer's tight hole. The clamp was urgent, his body rejecting me, and then he rubbed his dick again, and it slowly gave in. 

Soon his hips had started making small pushes back that I don't think he knew he was doing.

I lined up and pushed into him slowly and watched him take it. He looked unsure, but leaned into every advancement of my rod into his tunnel, and he didn't make a sound.

His face stayed buried in the cushion, his mouth open, drooling as his hands twisted the fabric up into knots. His back kept working, and the blonde fuzz at the back of his neck darkened with sweat, and that was the only response he gave me.

And a couple feet away, Danny had gotten loud. That low groan had turned into full open-mouthed swearing at the ceiling every time Jimmy bottomed out, the couch frame knocking the wall, Jimmy muttering something to him I couldn't make out. Spencer's silence underneath me and Danny's noise hit me from both directions, and I couldn't pick which one was hotter.

I got my hands around Spencer's hips and worked him, hips clapping against him, oil flying, his whole lanky body rocking up the loveseat with every stroke. I watched my own dick disappearing into the loudest guy I knew while he said nothing at all.

"I'm gonna cum in you," I said into his back.

"Okay," Spencer said, into the cushion.

I looked down at his little bubble butt taking my strokes, pale and round and shining with oil, and I slammed my hips into it harder, the meat of his cheeks rippling away from every impact and bouncing back against me. For such a lanky guy he had two genuinely plump scoops back there, and they shook and clapped around my dick with a wet smack on every stroke. Danny had turned his head on the long couch to watch us, mouth hanging open, and Jimmy was up on his knees still buried in him, eyes fixed on where I kept disappearing into Spencer. 

When it came up on me I announced, "I'm cumming."

I shoved in deep and held there and squirted into him hard, three or four long pulses that locked my thighs and made them shake, and I stayed planted in him while the rest of it emptied out. His hands unclenched from the cushion one finger at a time.

"Okay," he said, into the fabric.

I pulled out of him and my load followed my cock, running down his balls and the back of his thigh, and he flopped sideways onto the loveseat, exhaling a quick "woah".

Danny, still flat on his back on the long couch with Jimmy still in him, raised one arm.

"We should all do it at once," he said.

"Do what at once."

"A chain. Like, everybody at the same time."

"My butt hurts," Spencer said from the loveseat, face down, not moving.

Jimmy answered him by rolling his hips into Danny again. I stayed by the loveseat next to Spencer and we watched. Danny had both heels hooked on Jimmy's back, fist flying on his own dick, swearing louder with every stroke, and then he arched up and squirted all over himself, ropes up his abs and one that reached his chest, his hole clamping so visibly that Jimmy grunted.

"Pull it out," Danny panted. "Pull it out, pull it out."

Jimmy scooted back out of him slowly, still rock hard, shining with oil, and knelt there breathing hard, looking around the room hungrily, like whoever moved first was getting it.

I moved first.

I got down on my knees on the floor in front of the loveseat and leaned over Spencer and took him in my mouth, and behind me I heard Jimmy shuffle across the carpet on his knees. He pushed straight into me without ceremony, and I moaned around Spencer's dick.

It lasted maybe a minute like that before Jimmy grabbed my shoulder and threw me over onto my back on the carpet, hooked my knees over his arms, and went wild, slamming into me so hard I felt my organs shoving out of his path, my breath punching out of me in bursts.

Spencer slid off the loveseat and squatted over my face, his slim body trembling above me, jerking himself fast. My own load dripped out of his hole onto my chest, warm little drops, and I watched his balls pull up tight, his taint pulsing, his hole cinching shut as he sprayed his white juice across my face right as Jimmy buried himself and finished in my ass, throbbing.

It felt like a slow motion experience as Jimmy pulsed inside me, an elation taking over my brain as Spencer coated my mouth and cheeks with his cum. When it was over, he dropped his dick onto my lips to wipe off the last of it, and I licked it clean, almost as a courtesy at that point. 

As they both climbed off me, I turned my head on the carpet and found Danny still sprawled on the couch, covered in himself, watching us with lazy curiosity.

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After that nobody moved for a while.

Danny lay on his back on the carpet with one foot up on the coffee table, chest still heaving. Spencer was face down half off the loveseat with one arm and his head hanging toward the floor. Jimmy had gotten himself sideways across the long couch with an arm dangling over the edge, fingertips on the carpet. I had my cheek on the rug and one knee pulled up and I could not have stood up if I wanted to.

"What's the count now," Danny said on his back, eyes closed.

"Six," Jimmy said.

"No way."

"Yeah."

"Four for me," Spencer said into the loveseat.

"Three for me," I said.

"I can't feel my legs," Spencer said. "Like, I genuinely can't feel my legs right now. And my ass feels like it got hit with a rocket."

"Yeah, well I took Jimmy's monster," Danny said.

Everything is a competition with these guys, I thought.

And then a key turned in the front door.

There wasn't even time to be confused about it. The door swung open, cold air rolled in, and a guy stepped into the entryway with a bag over his shoulder, taller than Jimmy, same brown hair, and I knew him. Jimmy's older brother. Robbie.

He stopped with one hand still on the knob.

For a second nobody moved. Then we moved at once. 

Danny snatched the empty pizza box off the coffee table and held it over his crotch. Spencer, still face down on the loveseat, reached back without lifting his head, patted around blindly until he groped a throw cushion, dropping it onto his ass for a minimal level of modesty. I grabbed a corner of blanket off the floor and dragged it across my hips, and it covered maybe a third of me, one oiled leg and everything attached to it, my whole, wet dick and balls out in the open, Spencer's load still drying on my cheek. 

Jimmy didn't reach for anything. He stayed sideways on the couch, naked and shining from his collarbone to his ankles, and raised the hand that had been dangling to the carpet in a little wave.

"Hey, what're you doing home?"

"Wow," Robbie said, ignoring the question. "Sloppy boys' night?" 

"Like you didn't do the same with Kevin and Troy and David... and Brian."

Robbie rolled his eyes. "You weren't supposed to see any of that."

He took his hand off the knob and pushed the door shut behind him. His eyes moved over the four of us and stopped on the baby oil standing open on the coffee table. His mom's baby oil. The woman on the TV was still moaning at full volume, and Spencer lunged an arm out and killed it with the remote, and the room dropped into a silence so complete I could hear my own pulse. Four naked guys breathing. One guy in a jacket, not breathing at all, as far as I could tell.

"I texted you I was coming home early," Robbie said. "Mom, uh... told me to check in on you."

"I, uh... missed that. I guess," Jimmy said, reaching down to his dick to scratch around the base of it, pulling his balls out to readjust them.

Robbie nodded slowly. He hiked the bag up his shoulder, picked his path across the living room to the stairs, and stepped over Danny's bare legs like they were luggage. He stopped on the bottom step without turning around.

"Burn that couch," he said.

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I kind of assumed after that night that we had all turned gay, but it turned out different. Monday came and Danny and Spencer didn't act like anything had changed at all. They literally kept arguing about the air fryer conversation. Spencer had gotten a haircut that everybody agreed was bad, and nobody even brought up the butt sex we had inflicted on each other.

Still, we got that rowdy again regularly, maybe once a month, when the stars aligned and somebody's balls were full and somebody's parents were gone. And any weekend Jimmy's house emptied out, he'd text me "Jacuzzi party" and I'd be walking up his driveway within an hour.

I never stopped the butt stuff on myself either. Apparently, at least for me, that door doesn't close once it opens. I even talked a girl into fingering me eventually, which took some careful negotiating and one very confused look. She did her best. It wasn't the same as Jimmy splitting me open on his parents' couch, but it was good, and she seemed weirdly proud of herself afterward.

And after that, if a buddy of mine ever needed his dick sucked, or needed somewhere warm to put it, I would be that guy, no panic, no existential crisis, no homo.

Some buddies help you move out when you go off to college, and some friends help you move your hard dick.

And the week after graduation, Jimmy's parents got a new couch, and they let us take the old one out to the beach, and we burned it.

In a big bonfire.