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Bending the Straight and Narrow

By: markindy



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I had always thought I might be gay, but I sure tried to convince myself otherwise. All through high-school and two years of college, I dated only women and fucked more than my fair share. I can't say I didn't enjoy it. Hell, I even imagined marrying my last girlfriend, having two kids and a dog, and continuing to living the lie. But as the relationship grew more intense, and I found more excuses to visit a nearby glory-hole, it became clear that it wasn't fair to me...and damn sure wasn't fair to her. The break-up was rough, and for a while I resisted the constant badgering from my roommate as to why I would give-up such a wonderful girl. After the hundredth time of being asked, I finally told Kevin what I'd been hiding from him for the past two years.

"Look, man...I love Pam too much to lie to her...when I'm not sure of who I am or what I want. I've been fighting the truth that I'm gay too long. So there you go...is that what you wanted to hear?" I said, clearly agitated.

Kevin just stared at me for what seemed like several minutes before finally finding the words to speak. "How could you possibly be gay, when you two have been fucking each other senseless every chance you got?"

"I'm not in the mood to analyze what a great fucking liar I am. Guess I thought if I got enough pussy, I'd stop thinking about dick." I knew the last line was purely about shock value...but it didn't keep me from saying it. 

Kevin sat on his bed, rubbing his forehead and clearly struggling for what to do or say next. "I don't know, Mike...we've been living in cramped quarters for two years, and I never once that you might be into show tunes." He said, with a nervous chuckle. "Look...I don't get it, but I'm no homophobe. My uncle came out a few years ago...not that it was any great shock to anybody. The point is...how you want to deal with this is up to you...what you say to me, stays between us." He then calmly grabbed his backpack and left for class. 

I sat at my desk trembling with nerves. Never in my life had I spoken about the truth that haunted me for so long. Kevin and I were roommates, and got along well...but I couldn't say we were particularly close friends. I even gave Pam a bullshit reason for breaking up. This was not the way I ever imagined outing myself. For the next hour I felt on the verge of throwing-up. Fortunately, I only had one class later in the afternoon. 

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For the next few weeks, Kevin did his best to act as though nothing had changed, but it was clear he was at least mildly uncomfortable. I was miserable, and started to think I'd made a horrible mistake. Other than a few jerk-off sessions with a buddy in high school, and some anonymous blowjobs at a glory-hole in the library...I'd never really had anything close to a gay relationship. I was starting to question my sexuality all over again.

Kevin's girlfriend stopped by the room one afternoon, and gave me a surprise as she waited on him to return from class. "Don't be mad at Kevin for saying something to me." Lydia said, kissing me on the cheek. "He's worried about you...says you seem depressed."

"Yeah...well...try ruining your entire life in one afternoon. It's not exactly an uplifting experience." I mumbled, with a mix of anger and creeping sadness.

"Pam's been asking me about you. She wants to give you some space, but hopes you'll come back around." Lydia said, taking the chair across from me in the tiny dorm room. "I haven't told her a thing...and I get the impression she's in the dark about what's going on."

"Right now, nothing's going on." I snapped back. "I'm sorry...thanks for giving a shit...but nobody can help me with this fucked-up situation. I just have to deal with it, that's all."

"Holy shit...how did you go from jock-stud to drama queen so quickly?" Lydia said with equal doses of irritation and sarcasm. "Find a boyfriend and already, and see if that's what you really want. I tend to think this whole thing is just because you've been afraid to try a few things. Being curious is not the same as being gay, you dipshit!"

Lydia had a reputation for being direct and painfully blunt. She wasn't doing anything to disguise the way she felt today. I was about to get really pissed-off, when Kevin walked into the room.

"Uh-oh...I can see in your eyes you've given Mike a strong dose of your opinion." Kevin said, looking at his girlfriend's stern face. "Sorry man...but with two women hounding me over what was happening...something had to give."

I closed my eyes and allowed my anger to die-down. I realized they were concerned, and had to be thankful for that. "I'm sorry you guys have been caught in the middle of all this. I couldn't have handled this any worse."

"Screw the dorm food...let's grab a pizza and some beer." Kevin said, checking his wallet. "You can calm down, and Lydia can get pissed that I can't go home with her over the weekend."

"What?...You're going to make me tell mom you're not coming!? She thinks you walk on water, you know." Lydia said, clearly annoyed. 

Although I was reluctant to go, it was nice to just hang out and feel like I was with friends. They may not have completely understood me, but at least they were there for me. Lydia still wasn't happy about going home without Kevin, but at least she was less pissed-off as the beers softened her mood. By the time the evening was over, Kevin and I managed to get back to the dorm and stumbled our way into bed. 

The next morning, we had both slept late and I was the first to get out of bed. Kevin was still asleep with an obvious case of morning-wood in his boxers. It wasn't that big a deal, and had happened to both of us a handful of times over the last few years. I know Kevin had seen me in the same condition, and was cool enough not to mention it. Either of us would wake-up, notice the problem, and simply roll over to avoid being indecent. Given the topic of conversation over the last few days, I thought he might feel compromised, and tossed a blanket over him before heading down the hall for a shower. I'd been horned as hell the last few days without any relief, and seeing him that way wasn't doing me any good. The rest of the day went on about as normal as it could, with both of us feeling more comfortable than we had in a while. 

It was Saturday morning and I rolled out of my top bunk as usual, only to find Kevin with another morning hard-on. Any guy knows they can be more of a problem at certain times than others, but this still seemed a bit odd. The covers were trapped underneath his legs, so I couldn't toss them over him this time. I made some noise moving a chair, and expected Kevin would get the message and roll over. Instead, he took a deep breath and lazily draped an arm over his eyes. I sat down, taking advantage of his blocked vision and stared at my roommates slumbering form. I always thought he was a good looking guy, but never wanted to make him think I looked at him in that way. As hard as I worked over the years to conceal my interest in cock, it was even more shocking that I spilled the beans so quickly. We both stay in great shape and are about the same height, but Kevin is just a bit more muscular. The most obvious difference between us is our complexion. I have dark hair, brown eyes, and a decent tan...but Kevin has the all-over pale complexion that goes with his reddish-blond hair and green eyes. None of that was of any great fascination for me until now, as my eyes ran up his toned thigh and into the leg opening of his boxers. From my seated position, and with the help of the morning sun, I could see the sparse hair that covered his scrotum...the fabric being tugged out of the way by his morning erection. My own prick was starting to swell as my gaze was drawn over Kevin's Chicago Bears boxers and to the tip of the tented shorts. The head of his cock pressed against the fly, with the opening revealing a glimpse of the swollen shaft. At this moment I never wanted anything so badly, but I had no intention of ruining every relationship I still had. I got up to get my robe, hoping the shower would be empty for a quick jerk-off session. 

"Are you going to act like the faggot you say you are...or are you going to make me wait for Lydia to take care of this?" Kevin said in a gruff tone, his arm still covering his eyes

My heart immediately jumped into my throat, and for a second I hated him for calling me a faggot. Then again, he was about the only person who could possibly say that and get away with it. I was far too nervous to say a word. My body shook with a mix of fear and excitement as I slowly walked back toward the lower bunk. My hand trembled as I tentatively reached to trace a finger over the moist spot at the tip of his tent pole. Kevin took another deep breath as I watched the white t-shirt rise and fall over his stomach. Slipping a finger into the open fly of the boxers, I felt the warm, silky skin of Kevin's rod as I nervously fished his cock through the opening. I'd never seen my roommate's prick in this condition, and it was truly impressive. Not overly long, at a bit more than six inches, it still filled my hand with ample girth. The skin was even paler than the rest of him, with bluish lines of veins, easily seen under the soft skin that covered intensely hard flesh underneath. The pole throbbed as I gave a firm squeeze and a drop of clear nectar emerged at the tip of his circumcised dick.

"I...I don't know, man...are you sure?" I asked with a shaky voice, astonished that Kevin would ever allow me to do this. 

"Shut up...convince me you're a fag." He barked gruffly, still hiding his eyes. "Suck it, or get the fuck away from me."

I'd never experienced this overtly dominate side of his personality before, but I didn't mind. If nothing else, it made me feel more like I was taking orders than willingly accosting my roommate. Kneeling on the floor, and leaning over the bed, I took the tip of his slick helmet into my mouth. Kevin's meat was the thickest I ever encountered...not that my experience was all that vast. Working up large amounts of spit, I managed to stretch my jaw wide enough to inch my way down the warm pole. By now, Kevin was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into my mouth and the taste was fantastic...a bit sweeter than my own. After a few minutes, my jaw relaxed and I began sucking with enthusiasm. Kevin was largely silent, only grunting as I focused on the spot beneath the spongy helmet. 

"Better at it than I thought you'd be." Kevin said hoarsely, reaching down to tug the opening of his boxers under his balls. "Lick'em, pansy-ass...lick my nuts."

I was too lost in lust not to obey. My tongue slid over the loose, wrinkled flesh that covered a pair of plum-sized orbs. I'd caught quick glimpses of Kevin naked after a shower, or changing clothes for a date...but never appreciated just how well equipped he really was. My dick might be longer, but he had me beat in every other measure. The whole package seemed to fit his more muscular, wrestler-type frame perfectly. The sunlight gleamed against pink hue of his sack and the blond hair that thinly covered it. Even the deeper red color of his pubic bush was easier to see with more of his junk out in the open. I lapped hungrily across his scrotum, up the swollen shaft, and devoured his throbbing organ over and over again. My own cock was now painfully hard and leaking profusely within my boxer-briefs. Kevin's nuts began to contract, and I knew my reward would soon arrive. 

"Oh fuck...you'd better take it all!" Kevin groaned, now holding my head firmly in place as he thrust his hips upward. "If I'm willing to do this shit...you'd better not bitch about the result!"

Kevin roughly pushed my face tight against his crotch and held me in place. His cock swelled even larger in my mouth as stream after stream of hot spunk shot down my throat and leaked around the edges of my lips. His seed was warm and salty, but not unpleasant, as I struggled to swallow his load without gagging. I barely touched my own prick before cumming and soiling my underwear. I was still working Kevin's softening prick when he abruptly pushed me away and rose from the bed. 

"Never had a dude blow me before...but you're damn good at it." Kevin said, grabbing his towel and shower supplies. "Don't go expecting anything from me. I just had to know how serious you were about this shit." He then quickly left the room.

I was highly confused, and yet strangely satisfied, as I sat on the floor with cum on my lips and a huge stain on my underwear. Clearly I had just been used, and should have been pissed-off...but anger never came to me. I'd never been forced into a submissive role before, and was shocked to find that aspect is what really got me off. Regardless, I still couldn't understand why "Mr. Nice Guy" suddenly did a Jekyll-and-Hyde routine to get his rocks off. I was sitting in my robe and still collecting my thoughts when Kevin returned from the shower. He walked in the door and barely looked at me...as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. 

"Hey...asshole...you mind telling me what brought that on?" I asked with mock indignity.

Kevin sighed deeply and paused a moment before speaking. "Lydia thinks you just more "adventurous" than you are "gay"". He said, using his fingers to form quotation marks in the air. "We both think you're too hung up on being either totally straight or gay. Neither of us can imagine you in an emotional relationship with a dude. Your attitude just isn't like any of the gay friends we know." Kevin's tone was matter-of-fact and confident, without any sense of remorse or regret.

"Okay. So how does practically forcing me to suck you off help enlighten me?" I asked, now more confused than before.

"Look, man...I think you know that I'm a hundred percent about pussy." Kevin said, looking at my confused expression. "Ok...ninety-eight percent pussy...the point is, I'm not afraid of experiencing a good time. I think you're the same, you just haven't put it into context yet."

"I'm afraid I'm still not getting it."

"Great...let me draw you a fucking picture." Kevin said, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Pam has confided to Lydia several times what a great lover you are. She thinks you have a kinkier side than you're often comfortable with. Pam would like you to experiment and get comfortable. You should be honored as hell to have a woman that loves you that much."

"So did you all get together and dream-up what happened this morning?" I asked, with the fog in my brain only barely getting clearer.

"No...the girls don't know I took the initiative." Kevin now sat on the other chair to face me. "If you're trolling glory-holes and hooking-up online...you need to stop that shit. It's not fair to expose Pam to god-knows-what. Seriously, think about what a deeply emotional relationship with a dude would be like for you. I'm not sure you have."

"I'm not sure I want you guys all into my shit like this." I replied, uncomfortable that my friends seemed to have put more thought into this than I had.

"You put us into your shit when you dumped Pam without giving her a good reason why." Kevin said curtly, smacking me upside the head. "Not to mention the out-of-nowhere announcement that you're a complete fag."

"I'm just trying to deal with where my thoughts have been going more and more lately. It didn't seem right to fuck Pam, and then think about dick the rest of the day."

"There's the core of the problem." Kevin said with smug satisfaction. "You're thinking about cock...not a boyfriend. I have a study table to get to, but here's how this shit is going to go down. Are you listening?" 

"By all means...I can't wait to hear where this is going." I answered honestly.

"I'm not into guys, but I am into getting-off. Lydia is a real trooper, but she doesn't always want it as much as I do. I know you're not going to blab, so your mouth is as good as anybody's." Kevin said while getting up and putting things in his backpack. "Being all touchy-feely with a dude just isn't happening for me...so don't expect any build-up or thank you gifts. Don't ask me for it...you'll know when I'm interested. If you're not into it, or you found the man of your dreams...just tell me to back off." Kevin grabbed his jacket and walked toward the door. "I'm going to be your safe and clean cock supply until you work this shit out. Stay the hell out of that basement restroom in the library...everybody knows what goes on there anyway."

I sat there truly stunned...and with a hell of a lot to think about.

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After a few heart-felt letters and phone calls from Pam, I was feeling like the complete jerk I was. We had been together for two years and our time together was always fun. It was insensitive, at the very least, to cut things off the way I did. The fact that she was still willing to speak to me was a testament to her superior character. To avoid awkward silences, we decided to go on a double date with Kevin and Lydia. The evening was fun, and just being near Pam felt comforting and reassuring. It started to become clear that my friends may have been right about me all along, but I was taking it easy with Pam. I still couldn't reconcile my need for her along with my desire for more taboo interests. 

It had been almost two weeks since my episode with Kevin, and I thought perhaps he felt the lesson had been learned. I tried to broach the subject with him once, but was quickly knocked-down and reminded that what happened was on terms that worked for him and that I needed to focus on my own shit. Later that night, Pam called and we shared a warm conversation. A date was arranged for two days later, and I actually looked forward to the end of the week. 

"Sounds like you guys might be on the mend." Kevin said over his shoulder while watching TV.

"Yeah...I think so. She's been much too good to me." I said, hanging up the phone and sitting back at my desk. "I thought you and Lydia were going out tonight."

"She has a cold. Plans to quarantine herself for a few days." He mumbled, still staring at the television and with a tone that was more stern than usual.

I might have asked if something was bothering him, but I brushed it off and returned to the magazine I'd been reading. I never heard Kevin get up, but my head turned as the sound of a zipper echoed in my left ear. Catching me off-guard, Kevin quickly pushed his jeans down to his knees and pressed my face against his flaccid cock. 

"If you've been avoiding the library basement, then you're ready to help me out." He said gruffly, prying my mouth open with his fingers and slipping his prick past my lips. 

"Mmmpphh...mmmppphhh!" was the only sound I could make as Kevin held my head tight against the red pubic hair of his crotch. The flesh resting against my tongue started to swell, quickly filling my mouth and inching its way down my throat. Placing my hands against his thighs, I pushed away and gagged for air. Kevin's hard cock sprung from my lips, sending a string of spit across my face. 

Grabbing the hair at the top of my head, Kevin didn't say a word as he smacked the side of my face with his angry tool. Never in my life would I have imagined getting into this kind of rough play. Kevin either understood me better than I did myself, or simply didn't care. I was still choking when he pressed the tip of his manhood against my lips and pushed back into my mouth. Within a few moments, I had accepted my fate and began providing the best blowjob I could muster. Feeling more confident, I reached out to tug on my roommate's large balls while he pushed my face down to the root with every thrust of his hips. I could have sucked on that prime piece of meat all night...but Kevin had other ideas. 

"Lose your pants...now!" Kevin barked, loud enough to be assertive, but not loud enough for the entire hallway to hear. 


Bending the Straight and Narrow Ch. 02



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Reading the first part of this story is highly recommended.

This story is primarily about homosexual play between married men with understanding wives. There is a small amount of heterosexual content, but it still seemed best suited to the "gay male" category. 

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The college years were easily some of the most fondly remembered in my life. Responsibilities were few, friends were new, and opportunities to explore were many. There were rough patches, and my early struggle with the freedom to explore sex in different ways caused some unnecessary drama. A few experiences with anonymous blow-jobs heightened a previously repressed fascination with cock that threatened a truly stable relationship. Fortunately, I had friends who helped me see the situation for what it really was. I had a mistaken notion that thinking about dick was the same as being gay. That idea was so off-base, that even my gay friends were telling me to get my head on straight. My girlfriend and my roommate both showed remarkable patience and stuck by me while I learned to put things in perspective. As the years rolled-on, and our lives took different turns, the one constant was my girlfriend, Pam. More than anyone else, she not only accepted my behavior, but delighted in my willingness to explore. My roommate, Kevin, played a huge part as well, though he often questioned the darker side of his personality that arose from those experiences. 

It's been five years since we graduated college, but many of the friendships forged there remain strong. Pam and I finally accepted that we were better together than apart and got married two years ago. We have a one-year-old son, a house with a mortgage, and the typical suburban lifestyle. Family life has naturally become our main focus, but Pam and I still get time to ourselves and enjoy each other more than ever. Any sexual interests beyond my wife quickly faded. Our intimate life is very satisfying, and the joy of being a Dad consumes more of my thoughts. That's not to say that some guy at the gym doesn't catch my eye from time-to-time...but it's fleeting, and nothing I feel the need to act upon. 

Kevin and Lydia broke-up not long after graduation. She took a job several states away, and the long-distance romance wasn't working for either of them. We hear from Lydia a few times a year, and she seems happy with a career-focused lifestyle. Kevin lives only a few hours away, and we often meet for dinner when he's passing through town. After a string of bad girlfriends, he seems to have found someone that can put-up with his moods. Sophie is strong-willed and knows how to reign-in Kevin's impulsiveness. 

It was during one of Kevin and Sophie's visits that events of the past resurfaced again. Things had gotten so comfortable over the years that the care-free college days rarely came-up in conversation. Pam's parents agreed to watch Tyler while we went out to dinner, so the girls had left to drop him off and do a little shopping. Kevin and I were in the basement where I have a large-screen TV and a small bar. With a playpen in the corner, it was more of a family room than a man-cave. 

"I think she's the one, man." Kevin blurted out while sitting on a bar-stool and drinking a beer. "I'm popping the question next weekend."

"Good for you! I'm glad you're taking the plunge, dude." I said, smacking his back before taking the stool next to him. "You two seem perfect for each other."

"It's taken a while to find someone who can embrace my darker side. But she knows how to handle me." He replied, swigging his beer. 

"What the hell are you talking about? You into killing puppies or some twisted shit?" I asked jokingly. 

Kevin just stared at the wall for a few moments, seemingly lost in his thoughts. "Naw...you know how it is...I have a rougher-edge sometimes. She's funny, smart, and smoking-hot in bed. Most of the time it's tender and romantic...but she doesn't mind a little assertiveness on the side." 

Now it was my turn to stare at the wall. Yeah...I did know about his "rougher edge"...but hadn't thought about it in years. Still, I was glad that Kevin found the right match. "Well...that's great news, man. Pam will be thrilled...she really likes Sophie."

"It kind of worries me, though. It's been a long time since I've allowed that side of me to surface...most women aren't into it all. Neither of us is into whips and chains or any of that shit...but her letting me play that way has brought other thoughts to mind." Kevin rose from the stool and stood in front of the bar, still looking toward the wall.

"As long as you both know your limits and don't allow things to become violent...then good for you guys. It's all good if you're both into it." I offered, not really knowing what to say. A conversation about his sex-life was not what I expected. 

"Oh no...I'd never hurt her...it's not about pain for me. I always know what "no" means, and it's not something either of us wants all the time." Kevin turned to face me, still holding his beer. "You know what it's like to want something...just not all the time."

"Um...yeah...I guess I do. People change...situations change...just part of life, I suppose." I stammered, seeing the serious look on Kevin's face.

"True...but some things always stay with us...become a part of us." Kevin took the last swig of his beer and firmly placed the bottle on the bar. "You're still the best cock-sucker I've ever met."

After all this time, I wasn't expecting him to make any mention of that. I chuckled nervously before speaking. "I guess we've all done some weird shit in our lives...and then we move on."

"Uh-huh...well, I'm thinking it's time for you to move onto your knees." He said gruffly.

"I...uh...hey, man...that's been a century ago." My words were halting and weak as I watched Kevin open his jeans and lower the zipper. All of us had stayed fit and active over the years, and Kevin looked better than ever. This came completely out of the blue, and yet my cock twitched at the thought of seeing something that I pushed into long-neglected memories. 

"I bet it's like riding a bike...you never forget how." Kevin said, just standing there with his pants open and a growing bulge becoming visible through the denim fabric. "Get busy, Mike. This shit is still just between us...I don't want Sophie to come back and see you polishing my knob."

"I'm married, with a kid, man...this isn't happening." I said, moving off the stool. 

Kevin quickly grabbed my shirt with one hand while securing my left wrist with the other. Within seconds he forced my hand against the bulge in his jeans, and began pushing down on my shoulder. "I still haven't heard that one simple word...and I'm guessing I won't."

I could have said "no", but seemed unable to summon the word from my mouth. Kevin's pressure on my shoulder was substantial, but not enough to keep me from moving away. I hesitated, clumsily dropping to my knees and stared at the scene only inches from my face. The view only lasted a moment before Kevin put a hand behind my head and pushed my face into his crotch. He twisted his hips, rubbing the cloth-covered shaft of his prick against my face. I wasn't even thinking...instinct had taken over, and I found myself gnawing at the outline of his cock. 

"Yeah...that's it, man...remind me why guys are better at this than chicks." Kevin said, pushing down his jeans and revealing a tight pair of black briefs with a prominent wet-spot at the end of his prick. 

I still couldn't find the will to speak, and my hands shook nervously as I reached for the waistband of his briefs. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it and my breathing became ragged as I slowly pulled Kevin's underwear off his hips. His hard cock sprang from the cotton prison and smacked me in the nose. His heavy balls seemed larger and hanging lower than I remembered them from so many years ago. I was frozen, staring at the leaking purple helmet of his cock. Kevin grew impatient, forcing two fingers into my mouth and prying it open. A salty string of pre-cum met my tongue as he slid his cock past my lips. Memories of the taste, texture and heat of another man's tool came flooding back into my mind and that old hunger took hold once more. I focused on producing as much spit as I could before Kevin advanced any further. I was years out of practice, coughing and gagging as more of his thick meat filled my mouth. Kevin pulled out, grabbing my hair and slapping my face with his throbbing tool. 

"How about it, Mike...you want more of this? You want to milk a load out of this cock?"

"You're a fucking bastard..." I mumbled before he pushed back in.

"No denying that. But that simple word has yet to be said."

I reached over my head and pushed his hand away as I slowly took every inch of his cock down my throat. By the time my nose pushed into his reddish-blond pubes, I had regained control over my gag reflex. I cupped his balls and tugged on the loose sack as a steady rhythm developed. Some things had changed...he now shaved his nuts and kept his bush trimmed...no doubt to please Sophie. Kevin moaned appreciatively and reached for the bar to steady him as my efforts improved. His prick was leaking profusely, and I once again savored the sweet and salty flavor. 

"Oh fuck, man...fuck, you're good at this..." Kevin groaned over and over again.

He felt good...he tasted good...and I found myself completely engrossed in getting him off. It was the raw physicality and primal energy of doing something like this with another dude that added to my taboo fantasies back in college...and those old desires were coming-on strong again. When Kevin and I were roommates, I was confused about what I wanted and who I was sexually. In the years since then, I've matured and become comfortable with myself. The idea that Kevin saw me as that same insecure twit really pissed me off. Taking advantage of the fabric gathered around his knees, I tipped Kevin off-balance and sent him falling to the floor on his back. I had my forearm across his chest, pinning him against the carpet as I straddled his waist. 

"We've both done a good job of brushing this shit under the carpet for years. If Sophie's so damn right for you...why are you playing this game now?" I grumbled, looking straight into his eyes while reaching behind me to stroke his cock.

Kevin had an almost evil grin across his face. "She is, without a doubt, the best damn thing to happen to me in years. She's a trouper...lets me play the game every now and then...but clearly prefers my softer side. You and me...we never wanted it any different."

"The game is a little different now, dipshit." I said through clenched teeth, releasing his cock and pulling the drawstring on my soccer shorts. "I'm not the confused dumbass I was in college...and sure as hell not just another way for you to get off."

The look on Kevin's face changed from cocky self-assuredness to one of mild confusion as I got up and stood at the end of his feet. "Just stay on the floor...and take your pants off." I ordered, leering down at him.

"Nice to see you found your balls after all this time." Kevin replied, throwing off his shoes and tossing his pants in the corner. "But my interest in dudes still isn't strong. Mainly only you...because I know you can keep your mouth shut. Reciprocating still isn't part of the plan."

I just stared down at him while I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts. My cock was rock-hard as I reached down with one hand to offer him a lift up. Kevin grasped my hand firmly and pulled himself off the floor. We stood face-to-face for several seconds, not saying anything. I took another step closer, causing our dicks to slide against each other. Raising my right hand to my mouth, I filled my palm with spit and then pressed both our pricks together within a firm grip. Kevin groaned while roughly running his hand across my chest and pinching my nipples. I winced at the unexpected force between his thumb and finger.

"Jerk me off." I stated flatly while staring into his eyes with a stern expression. "You may not be into more than that yet...but you will be."

Kevin didn't say a thing...just spit into his hand and wrapped his fingers around my swollen tool. His free hand was wrapped around my neck, as though ready to choke me at any moment. 

"Faster...act you like you know what you're doing." I chided him.

Kevin quietly complied, increasing both the speed and firmness of his grip. Obviously, like any other guy, he knew exactly what to do. It wasn't long before my balls tightened and my breathing grew shorter. 

"Ooohhh...dddaaammmnnnn!" I shouted as several shots of thick cum erupted from my cock, coating Kevin's stomach and his own leaking prick. 

The last drops of cum were still oozing from my tool when Kevin abruptly turned me around and pressed my chest against the nearest wall. His cum-covered cock was nestled in the crack of my ass as he pressed his body against mine and growled into my ear. "The one thing I got from you, but can't get from Sophie, is some tight ass. Next time...I'm taking this hole for real."

Kevin had one hand pressing my face against the wall as he thrust his hips hard against my hairy backside. The head of his cock slid past my puckered hole with every forceful push. 

"I wouldn't admit it then...but I will now." Kevin said, panting between sentences. "This muscled jock ass gets me going...not sure why...but it sure as hell does."

I could feel Kevin's hot breath on my neck as he pressed even closer...his thrusts becoming more rapid. His grunts and groans became deeper and the head of his cock pushed firmly against my constricted hole. I could feel his body shake as the orgasm pulsed through him, and the valley of my ass quickly filled with his warm seed.

"Oh fuck, man...just between us, dude...promise me...just between us." Kevin said softly, apparently exhausted from his release. 

I was still clutching the wall as Kevin pulled away. His hot cum dripped down my thigh and off the bottom of my sack. 

"I really didn't think I'd ever want this again." I said truthfully, turning to take the bar towel Kevin handed me after using it to clean himself. "I have been...and still am...a very happily married man."

"Don't go overthinking this shit again." Kevin said, playfully smacking the side of my head. "I thought we learned all those years ago that sex isn't love. And I'm damn sure not in love with you. Just accept that it's fun, and leave it at that."

"Yeah...well...ditto that." I replied, tossing the towel on the floor and gathering my clothes.

+++++++++++++++

Even before they left the house, Pam could tell that Kevin seemed to have something on his mind. Both Mike and Pam kept strong ties with Kevin after college, and they both knew him better than most people. After dropping Tyler at her parent's house, she and Sophie went shopping for nothing in particular...mainly just killing time before going out for dinner. Pam and Sophie formed a quick bond over the past year, and felt comfortable talking to each other. It didn't take long for Sophie to tell Pam that she was sure Kevin planned to "pop the question" very soon. 

"That is terrific news...I'm so happy for both of you!" Pam said earnestly. "I guess that explains the weird vibe I got from Kevin before we left."

Sophie let out an easy laugh. "I know that's part of it...but he's been in a "strange place" lately. I love him to death, but he can be so moody at times. He seemed really anxious to see Mike this weekend."

"Well...for guys...those two have a really strong bond. Neither one would ever be caught dead saying they loved each other...but that's really the truth of it." Pam said, thinking back to the events so many years ago that tied them so closely together. 

"Men can be so damn weird at times." Sophie said, rolling her eyes. "I think it's really nice they have a little "bromance" going."

Pam couldn't help but grin at the thought. "I'd refrain from using that term...they'd both probably implode. There are times when the testosterone-laden, macho crap between those two gets more than I can stand." 

"Oh I hear you...I think that's the core of Kevin's moods." Sophie said, sounding more serious. "Not to tell you more than you want to know...but Kevin sometimes likes get a little "primal" in bed. Nothing too out-there...just scoops me up, tosses me on the bed, and goes for it."

Pam was taken aback by Sophie's candor, but learned something of Kevin's tendencies from both Mike and Lydia. "I hope he isn't forcing you into anything you might not want."

"Oh no...never...I think that's what makes it so hot. I just say "no", or "maybe next time", and he's perfectly cool with it." Sophie said casually, as though talking about the weather. "He sometimes seems remorseful afterwards...but I tell him I don't have a problem with it all, as long as it stays respectful. I'm not sure why, but it seemed like something he wanted to talk to Mike about."

"Oh...uh...I guess he might. They have a history of being a sounding-board for each other." Pam stammered, lost in her own thoughts. "I haven't heard Kevin talk about his "dark side" for quite some time...probably not since college."

"Oh...so this is nothing new?" Sophie said with wide eyes and deep curiosity. "Don't hold back...tell me more."

Pam looked at her with a warm smile. "There's nothing much to tell, really. His old girlfriend in college told me stories like that. She never saw it as a big deal either...but Kevin felt weird about it." 

Of course, Pam knew all too well what ignited that behavior. As much as Mike struggled with his sexuality back then, Kevin struggled with enjoying "helping Mike out" more than he expected. More than that, it was the way in which Kevin felt comfortable doing it that bothered him most. Lydia had confided in Pam that Kevin realized it was some bullshit defense mechanism...it seemed less gay to use Mike and then toss him aside. Both Pam and Lydia knew, even then, that the guys needed a better perspective on what they wanted. But as time rolled-on, other distractions to hold, and the guys seemed to push that part of them aside. Pam now realized it was only a matter of time before it came to the surface once again. 

"Hmmm...sounds deeply mysterious." Sophie said jokingly.

"I'm sure it's just guys being guys." Pam replied with a chuckle. She wanted to say more, but felt it wasn't her place. Kevin was the one who needed to reveal how the past shaped him into the man he is today. "We should probably be heading back. Our reservations are for an hour from now."

"Absolutely..." Sophie said, looking at her watch. "The boys have had plenty of time to wrestle bears by now."

"Yeah...I bet they have." Pam mumbled, once again lost in her thoughts.

+++++++++++

It took a lot of prodding, but two days later, Mike finally confessed to what happened while the girls were away. The news didn't surprise Pam at all.

"Honey...I'm sorry...it happened really fast...it was over really fast. I'm not sure what either of us was thinking." Mike said, wishing he had just kept the whole incident to himself. 

Pam held her husband's head between her hands and kissed him. "Why do you two keep thinking you're doing something wrong? Did it piss you off to learn that I had a few special girlfriends when we dated in college?"

"Of course not...that still sounds hot as hell." Mike said with a sly smile. "But things are different. Lots of people go through their experimental phase in college...and I had mine. We're married, we have a family, there's no need for that shit anymore."

"Baby...I know you love me and our son like nothing else in the world." Pam said, sounding slightly frustrated. "I'm not so insecure to think that your and Kevin's friendship is a threat to that. Another woman...would be another story." She added, smacking him playfully on the ass.




Bending the Straight and Narrow Ch. 02



"Look...Kevin was there for me in a way that almost no other dude would have ever been. I'm grateful as hell for that. As much as I struggled with what I wanted then...I think he's having some issues now. I just don't want to be in the middle of anything that might mess-up what he has with Sophie."

"Sweetheart...I feel pretty confident that Sophie wouldn't be the least-bit phased by what you guys have shared. Talking to her is like talking to Lydia. She and Kevin couldn't be a better match. I think the biggest problem that's been stewing for years is between you two."

"We're good...as close friends as we ever were." Mike said dismissively.

"You can't be this dense. Kevin likes having "guy time" with you...always has. He's only comfortable sharing those interests with you. I suspect he's the only one you really trust in that way as well."

Mike was getting agitated and clearly didn't want to discuss the topic. "Pam...I'm not naïve. I knew damn well back then that Kevin was just as curious as I was. Otherwise, he would have never done the things he did. We found a way to make it work and keep our comfort-level intact. We still have the same unspoken understanding."

Pam just rolled her eyes. "Oh good grief...after this much time, just finally talk it out. Stop torturing yourselves with hiding what you want, when nobody else cares. Your relationship is different, unconventional, and very special. Just accept it...Sophie and I will."

"I know that, and for Kevin's sake, I'll give it a try. I want him to be as comfortable in his own skin as I am." Mike said, giving his wife a passionate kiss. "He's built that defensive wall pretty high...he may not want to tear it down."

"That's all you can do, honey." Pam replied, returning the kiss and squeezing her husband's crotch. "But I'd still love to be a fly on the wall when you two work it out."

"I'm pretty sure that neither of us will ever feel comfortable with that." He answered with a smile and hugged his wife tightly. 

+++++++++++++++

The next few months went by in the usual fashion. Kevin would stop for dinner when passing through town for work, or Pam and I would visit them on the way to see the grandparents. I wasn't surprised when Sophie told us that she and Kevin had gotten married weeks ago. Neither of them was into the huge wedding scene, so the choice of a private ceremony with just close family seemed appropriate. Still, on the next visit to their house, I didn't hesitate to give Kevin shit about it while playing a game of one-on-one at their apartment's rec center. 

"You know, Pam's probably still quietly pissed that she didn't get to wear some god-awful bridesmaids dress at your wedding." I said jokingly before snagging the ball and going for an easy lay-up. 

"Believe me...Sophie's sisters have already weighed-in on that score. But I don't think either family was surprised at how we did it." Kevin said before dribbling the ball and charging into me for a dunk-shot. 

I fell to the floor as Kevin held onto the rim for dramatic effect. I sat on the floor for a few seconds, catching my breath. "I think all us guys missed-out on giving you one hell of a bachelor party." I said, before taking Kevin's outstretched hand in help to stand up.

"Yeah...well...we might come up with a way to party." Kevin replied, giving my ass a slap.

"No...not today, sport." I slowly dribbled the ball, using the time to talk rather than set-up another shot. "We're not going to get into that shit again...at least not unless Sophie knows what's up."

Kevin just stood there...with bead of sweat running down his forehead. "Um...why does she have to get involved? I thought that was just between us...not like it happens very often."

The game was obviously over, so I motioned us over to a nearby bench. "You're well aware that Pam knows all about it...and she could care less. She thinks Sophie would take it well...if you choose to tell her. But I don't want to do that kind of thing in the shadows. Those kinds of secrets always bite people in the ass."

Kevin mindlessly spun the ball between his hands. "This feels a little like blackmail."

"Look man...we're not college freshmen anymore. We both need to accept that we like to mess around on occasion. But if we can't do it without feeling like we have to sneak behind their backs...then it's not worth it. We both did without for years, and we'd do just fine if it never happened again."

"You're not giving me any good choices. I'm not sure how to say "oh, by the way...I like to fuck my best friend's ass about twice a year. Are you ok with that? Not exactly dinner conversation."

"Fuck, man...I'm no sex therapist...but there are ways to bring it up. Use some pillow-talk to share your fantasies. Ask about the things she's done, and share the messed-up things you've done...and feel it out from there. If she wants you all to herself...then who can blame her."

"I know you're right, man. I...I just don't know if that's a conversation I can have." Kevin said seriously. "You're a hell of a friend. That will always be the same."

That was the closest thing to admitting he valued our friendship that I ever heard Kevin say. Then again, I never spoke about it either. The loyalty between us was understood...we didn't need to spell it out. 

++++++++++++

A few weeks later, Sophie and Kevin came to our house to celebrate Tyler's second birthday. Even at two, it was clear that my son enjoyed visits from his rough-house "Uncle Kevin". He was always carrying the boy around the house by one foot...earning scowls from my wife, but endless squeals and laughter from Tyler. Kevin had grown a thin, neatly trimmed, beard around his jaw-line. The red hair and pale complexion making him look like a tall leprechaun. It looked good on him, and added to the bad-boy image that Sophie enjoyed. 

Once the party was over, the grandparents went back home, leaving just Kevin and Sophie for a relaxed visit. The girls were putting away the last of the cake and seemingly involved in deep conversation while me and Kevin gathered the latest collection of noisy toys. 

"When they spend that much time talking in hushed tones...it can never be good." I said, nodding toward our wives in the other room. 

"Yeah...probably not." Kevin mumbled, looking somewhat concerned. "I told her. I told her about the things I did to you." He blurted out, still looking toward the other room.

"Uh...ok...good. How did that go?" I asked, slightly stunned by his confession.

"She was quiet for a long time...but didn't seem upset." Kevin mumbled. "Well...she didn't like how I forced some things on you."

"Oh fuck...sometimes you can be such a moron." I said in a mildly angry tone. "Nothing ever happened that I didn't want. Why do you keep thinking you have that much control?"

"I know...I was just more forceful with you than I would ever dream of being with a woman." He answered remorsefully. 

"I damn well hope so. If you'd brought me fucking flowers, I would have killed you." I looked back at the girls, who were still quietly conversing. "Pam won't hesitate to fill her in on the details you altered or overlooked...if Sophie asks."

"I have a knot in my gut telling me that's exactly what they're talking about."

Ten minutes later, the ladies came walked into the living room with glasses of wine and mischievous grins on their faces. Everyone was little surprised when Sophie walked toward me and held my face in her hands.

"Thank you for making him tell me." Sophie said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I knew there was something more between you two...but I never suspected what I heard." She moved away from me and hugged her husband with one arm. "It sounds hot as hell...at least as long as Kevin never prefers you over me." Sophie playfully winked at me and jabbed her husband in the gut with her elbow. 

"Honey...I told you...it's nothing like that." Kevin said softly with embarrassment. I think it was the first time I had ever seen him blush. 

"Shut-up while you're ahead." She said before giving him a deep kiss. 

The remainder of the evening was pleasant, and the ladies were smart enough to let the subject drop. Kevin was more relaxed than I'd seen him in years, and I think he enjoyed having the weight of that topic off his shoulders. 

+++++++++++

The following week, I had to make a rare trip to the town where Kevin and Sophie lived. Thinking I would treat them to dinner, I called and found that Sophie was away on her own business trip. I told Kevin I'd swing by the apartment and then we could head to a sports bar to watch the game. I arrived a little past six o'clock and walked through the front door to see Kevin talking on the phone. Judging from the conversation, it was likely Sophie letting him know she'd made it safely. 

"Hey man...feel free to grab a beer." Kevin said, hanging-up the phone and walking toward the laptop that sat on the kitchen counter. "I just need to close a few files for work, and then I can shut this damn thing off."

Kevin was still dressed for work, in a pair of khakis and a polo shirt that bore the company logo. I was fairly certain he wouldn't to go out dressed like a company advertisement. 

"Take your time...the game doesn't start for a while yet. You probably want to get out of that corporate garb, anyway." I said casually, walking back into the living room with a beer in my hand. I sat on the sofa, looking through a few car magazines, and glancing over to see Kevin punching keys on the laptop. 

"When is Pam expecting you home?" Kevin asked, closing the lid on his computer. 

"She knows I stopped-by and won't be looking for me until later tonight." I mumbled while reading the stats on the latest Mustang. 

Kevin didn't reply...he just walked into the living room and stood in front of me. His hands were in his pockets while he quietly watched me read a magazine. I didn't notice for the first few moments, but then I looked up from the article to see him just standing there. 

"What's up?" I asked, wondering why he was in the middle of the living room, glaring at me. 

He didn't say a word. With his eyes still focused on me, he pulled the polo shirt over his head and tossed it on a nearby chair. The thought that he must be working-out more flashed through my mind as I noticed his well-toned upper body. Next, he kicked-off his shoes and removed his belt. The look on Kevin's face remained deeply serious as he loosened his pants and pulled them off with his socks...tossing them into the chair with his shirt. Wearing only a pair of grey boxer-briefs, he started groping his crotch, causing his dick to swell within his shorts. 

By now, my own cock was starting to harden, and only an idiot wouldn't know what he had in mind. I had been several months since we did this kind of thing, and now with our wives aware of it, indulging our taboo desires seemed less threatening. 

"Don't freak-out, and don't punch me." I said flatly, rising from the couch and standing in front of him. With my left hand pinching Kevin's nipple, I put the remaining hand behind his head and forced him into a rough kiss.

There was nothing romantic or tender about it. Kevin's eyes flew-open wide, and he seemed taken off-guard. He tried turning his head, but I wasn't finished yet. I ran my tongue over his Adam's apple and chin before biting his lower-lip and once again roughly pressing my lips to his. Kevin continued groaning and grumbling in protest, but soon had both his hands firmly gripping my ass. 

"There won't be any more of this "I want it...but not really" bullshit." I said gruffly while removing my shirt. "This many years later...we're still going to be each other's only safe supply of cock."

"That's pretty shitty...using my own words against me, so many years later." Kevin said curtly, tugging at my belt and whipping it off my waist. "Not so sure about the kissing thing."

"Not sure about it myself...but you'll just have to put up with it until I make up my mind." I replied, dropping my pants and underwear in one motion. 

I returned to nibbling on Kevin's nipples and running my tongue over his chest and neck. Pulling his boxer-briefs off his waist, I pressed our bodies together and again forced my friend into a rough kiss. We both groaned as we felt our hard pricks sandwiched between our stomachs. Kevin was still clearly uneasy about the lip-lock, but protested less. His body felt so different than Pam's...coarser, firmer, and stronger. It was like an embrace of athletes...neither giving-in to the other, but an understanding that no harm would come. 

Kevin had enough of the foreplay, grabbing the hair on my head and roughly pushing my down on my knees. "That's enough man...I'll give you something to kiss." He grumbled, smacking my face with his hard cock. 

I gripped his hot shaft and slowly inched my way down the column of flesh until my nose touched his red-haired bush. I still found myself gagging slightly as his prick pressed against the back of my throat...but I'd gotten better at the task, and my hunger needed to be satisfied.

"So good...Sophie's no slouch...but still not that good." Kevin moaned as I cupped his balls and lapped at his dick. 

Aside from the awkward kiss, this session was starting-out like they almost always did. I knew that if this was going to become even a semi-regular thing, I wanted more than what it had been in the past. Pulling away from Kevin's prick and licking the clear nectar oozing from the tip, I quickly stood up and started pushing him toward the bedroom. He took it as a playful game, slapping at me and trying to gain wrestling-type holds as we staggered toward the mattress. Grabbing his leg behind the knee, I threw Kevin off-balance and tossed him onto the king-size bed. I wasted no time in positioning myself above him in a sixty-nine, and promptly devouring his cock.

"Oh fuck...fuck" Kevin moaned as I swallowed him to the root. "Get your shit out of my face, dude." He said with an easy laugh. 

That was the last thing on my mind, as I lowered my torso and plastered his face with my cock and balls. Kevin's nose rubbed against the base of my shaft as he squirmed beneath me. His cock twitched and pulsed in my mouth as I raised my hips and dragged the head of my dick across his lips. 

"Paybacks are hell, man." I said sternly, still stroking his pole. "This isn't a one-way street anymore. If you want my ass, then at the least, you're going to suck my cock." 

"I...I don't know man...I might puke" Kevin said with reluctance

"Think of the women who've sucked you off. If they can do it, so can you...don't be such a pussy." I answered in a terse tone. "We're as close friends as we can get...you know what to do to make me feel good. I've sure as hell done enough for you."

I continued to suck on Kevin's twitching rod as I felt him tentatively lick at the head of my cock. I didn't taunt him any further, and allowed him to move at his own pace. It seemed to take several minutes, but he eventually took the head of my cock into his mouth, sending an electric wave through my body. Mr. Macho had finally done it...moved beyond just giving me a reluctant reach-around, and now actively engaged in assuring my own pleasure. 

"Ooohhh...dddaaammmnnnn." I groaned, letting Kevin know how much I appreciated his effort. His technique was actually lousy, but I understood better than anyone the level of sacrifice he was making. 

Amazingly, Kevin seemed to catch-on fairly fast, and his clumsy efforts were beginning to reflect knowledge of male anatomy that only another guy would understand. I got so lost in his rapidly advancing skills, that I found myself pulling away and spinning around to face him. Sitting on his chest and reaching behind me to stroke his spit-soaked cock, I tucked a pillow under his head and stared into his green eyes.

"See...it hasn't killed you yet." I said gruffly. "You're going to lick my balls, and then I'm going to skull-fuck that rugged Irish face of yours. Manage to get through that...and then you can pound my ass as hard as you like."

"When did you turn into such a bastard?" Kevin asked with a mix of curiosity and belligerence

"When we didn't have to worry about this shit anymore...when we could be free to enjoy each other...knowing we have the hottest fucking wives on the planet."

"Oh...yeah...I guess that would do it." Kevin replied, with a grin on his face. 

Leaning forward I pressed the swollen helmet of my cock against Kevin's lips. Once again, he seemed reluctant to accept his fate. "Come on, Uncle Kevin...get a taste of this Daddy's dick" I said in a taunting tone. 

"Sick fucker" Kevin groaned. "All the same...I bet this would taste a hell of a lot better fresh out of your wife's pussy."

The lurid thought sent a pulse through my aching prick, and I was considering a sarcastic response, but the idea vanished from my mind as Kevin took me back into his mouth. His actions were still clumsy as he tried to keep from gagging, but Kevin did nothing to back away. 

"Oh...fuck, yeah man!" I moaned, looking down to see my cock disappearing into Mr. Macho's face. As much as I wanted him to really gag on it, I could tell Kevin was struggling and only managed about four inches into his mouth. That was fine with me, as I now had plans to push things as far as they could go. 

In the corner of my eye, I could see a bottle of lube tucked behind a tissue box on the nightstand. Still rocking my hips into Kevin's face, I leaned over and grabbed the bottle. Squirting a generous amount of the slick fluid into my hand, I reached back and coated Kevin's twitching pole. I had barely put the bottle back on the nightstand when Kevin abruptly pushed me back, grabbed my left leg, spun my body in a wresting-like move, and pinned me flat on my stomach. He had one hand firmly around my neck while spreading my legs wide apart. I could hear him breathing and grunting like a wild animal as the heat of his body radiated onto my back. The head of Kevin's cock quickly found the wrinkled opening of my ass and pushed firmly against the entrance. Even though it had been many months, he offered no time to adjust and steadily sank into me until his red pubes brushed my ass-crack. I groaned loudly, and the pain around my tight sphincter was searing, but I knew it would ease soon enough. 

Kevin let go of my neck and had both hands against my shoulders as though doing push-ups. The first few strokes were slow and deliberate, but his pace soon quickened. It wasn't long before I could feel his balls repeatedly slapping against my own. 

"Your dick might be straight...but you've got one tight faggot ass!" Kevin blurted out between heavy breaths, slamming hard and deep into my chute. 

Kevin was clearly enjoying himself...pounding hard and then easing back...keeping himself on the edge and making his assault on my ass last as long as possible. Every pass across my prostate lessened the fire at rosebud and squeezed more precum from my rigid tool. My best friend was getting close, but I needed his desire to cum to be strong for what I had in mind. Finding his position tiring, Kevin pulled up on my hips to move me onto all fours. I knew this would be my only opportunity. Upon rising up, I whipped my leg around and tossed Kevin onto the mattress. Our bodies entwined, playfully and forcefully wrestling for dominance over the other. Kevin slid off the bed, but quickly stood at the edge and reached out to move me into position. Still on the bed, I got onto my knees in front of him, grabbed Kevin by the neck and pushed his torso against the covers. Throwing my body on top of him, his head was confined between my legs as my face came within inches of his muscled ass. My chest become covered in the sweat off his back as I spread his cheeks wide and plunged my tongue into his hairy crack. 




Bending the Straight and Narrow Ch. 02



"Oh...fuck...holy fuck!" Kevin grunted as I ran my tongue across his twitching hole. 

"Calm down dude. Hasn't anybody ever rimmed your ass?" I asked, smacking one of his hairy moons. "Lots of nerve endings...feels fucking great when Pam does it to me."

"Ungh...no...not my thing, man...just...just back off." Kevin said hoarsely, but doing little to push me away. 

With the bottle of lube still within easy reach, I took it from the nightstand without Kevin noticing. It had a small flip-up nozzle on the lid, so I placed the tip into his pucker and squeezed an ample amount into his chute. I'm sure even the small plastic nozzle didn't feel too comfortable...but it would be nothing compared to what I hoped came next. 

"Oh no...huh-uh...not happening!" Kevin shouted, writhing beneath me and eventually throwing me off his back. 

We were back to wrestling on the bed, our cocks hard as ever and dripping precum. Both of us had stern looks on our faces as we each tried to gain advantage. Our bodies became covered in sweat as physical exertion took its toll. Hoping to create a distraction, I bent down and started sucking on Kevin's leaking cock. The longer I sucked, the less effort he put into trying to pin me down. Seizing the opportunity, I moved quickly, grabbing his arm and moving behind him to bend it painfully against his back. 

"Hey...fucker...that hurts!" Kevin growled.

Using his discomfort, I managed to get him flat on the mattress within a few minutes. Still holding his arm at an uncomfortable angle, I rested my slick, lube-covered cock in the valley of his athletic ass. Kevin reached back, grabbing the hair on my head and pulled tightly. 

"Do your best to relax...this is happening." I grunted, even though his grip on my hair was getting painful. "We're going to share in this...or it all stops now." I tugged even harder on his arm as I aligned my cock with Kevin's clenched back-door. "No joke...this will hurt like hell...but it will eventually feel fantastic...if you let it."

"Come on, man...don't...we both have our thing...this isn't mine." Kevin huffed, with a slight hint of fear in his voice. 

"Man-up...you can tough it out...not asking any more of you, than you ask of me." I said sternly while pushing my prick tightly against his brown-eye. "Take a deep breath...and try not to clench."

"Aarrrggg...fffuuuccckkkk!" Kevin cried out. I released his arm as he let go of my hair. Kevin gripped the bed sheets tightly and gritted his teeth. 

I had only managed to get the head past his very reluctant ring. Getting my full seven inches inside him was going to take some time. I remained motionless, keeping my cock in position so he could adjust...even as his ass-ring continued to try squeezing me out. 

"I thought you'd split me in two that first time." I said, lying on his back and pushing another inch inside him. "You feel fucking fantastic. Relax...just relax...it will get better."

"Unnfff...oh god...oh shit!" Kevin mumbled through short breaths, still clutching the sheets with a death grip. "I can't do this, man...I can't take any more...I can't be someone's bitch."

Pressing inside even further, I knew I'd be right over his prostate. "You're nobody's bitch...we're good friends...and I respect what you're giving me." I grumbled into his ear while gently rocking my cock over the sensitive spot just inside his ass. 

"Uhh...uhh...oohhh..." Kevin hissed through his tightened jaw as I brushed across his prostate. 

After getting some hope of anything feeling good, Kevin relaxed enough that I was able to move further. From my own experience, I knew it did little good to delay the inevitable, so I pushed fully inside his gut until my hips were pressed against his ass. 

"Aaawww...fffuuucckkk!" Kevin shouted as his body became rigid and his ass-ring tightened around my cock. "You should have beaten the shit out of me, man...holy fuck! Why did you ever let me do this to you?"

"Get Sophie to use some toys on your ass. The next time won't be so bad." I said, slowly withdrawing and then easing back in again. "Breathe and relax...you're about to get truly fucked."

I bit at the back of his neck as I withdrew once more and then slammed back inside. The tight warmth of his guts felt incredible against my aching prick. Not better than pussy...just different. We were now bonded together in a way that few men could understand, and that we'd never be able to explain. As much as I truly appreciated Kevin allowing me take it this far, I really got off on the power that I held over him. Reaching beneath us, I found his dick and wasn't surprised to find it only half-hard. I kept Kevin's cock in my grip as his cries of pain slowly morphed into whimpers of acceptance, if not pleasure. 

"So tight...feels so fucking good..." I mumbled while building a steady rhythm into my friend's virgin hole. 

Kevin's eyes were tightly shut and his teeth bit into the sheets as a deep groan rose from his throat with every thrust. We were both physically well-matched, and he could have pummeled me at any moment, but Kevin now seemed willing to accept what he had dished-out over the years. After a few minutes, my nuts were churning and I sorely wanted to seed his ass, but I knew that if I came, my own interest in doing more would quickly fade. Retreating from Kevin's warm tunnel, I found him unusually compliant as I turned him onto his back and quickly swallowed his half-flaccid member. Kevin's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he firmly grabbed the back of my head and ground my face into his crotch.

I tried hard to back-away as his cock swelled and began to fill my mouth. Kevin wasn't going to allow it, and held me in-place with a strong grip as his tool grew and advanced further down my throat. I was coughing and gagging as spit poured out of my mouth and flowed down his balls. Abruptly pulling my face off is dick and allowing me to get some air, he just as quickly pushed me back down onto his angry pole. 

"Yeah...that's it...get it good and wet..." Kevin said in a brutish tone. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of here."

Before I knew what was happening, Kevin rose onto his knees and pressed my chest against the mattress. Another blind fuck wasn't what I had in mind, so once again we were wrestling each other for position and control. Managing to get onto my back with my legs on his shoulders, Kevin clearly thought he had the advantage...but it served my purpose well. 

"Do it...pound my ass." I said sternly, staring into his eyes. "I want to watch you fuck me."

Kevin's chest hair was more blonde than red, and drops of sweat fell from his golden treasure-trail onto my body as he pushed my legs further back and exposed my already-stretched pucker. Kevin remained mute while I watched in fascination as the tip of his cock disappeared below my balls. He pushed into me with one solid thrust, making me gasp for air as he became buried to the hilt. Kevin wasn't looking at me, but was intently focused on watching his dick slide in-and-out of my ass. My cock and balls bounced with every forceful thrust, sending shivers through my body without the need for me to touch anything. I reached up and pulled his face to mine and forced Kevin into another rough kiss. He clearly didn't much care for it...but allowed it to happen anyway. 

"Enough of that shit." Kevin grunted, holding his hand at the top of my throat and against my jaw. His eyes were locked onto mine, filled with a purposeful stare. "So...fucking...tight!" Kevin moaned as he plowed my ass more forcefully than ever before. My shoulders were nearly getting rug-burns from the friction against the sheets. 

"Fuck...oh fuck...jerk me off, man...grab my fucking cock!" I howled, reaching out to grab Kevin's ass and feeling the firm muscles beneath the hairy flesh. The sensation was so different from caressing Pam's smooth skin. 

Kevin did as I asked, firmly gripping my still slick shaft as he pummeled my overstretched hole. After just a few strokes, I could take no more, and my cock erupted in heavy streams of cum. "Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" I screamed, over and over, as my own seed fell heavy on my face and chest. 

I was still panting for air as Kevin fell down against me, biting my shoulder as his upper-body pressed my sticky, deflating cock between us. Letting out deep, guttural groans, Kevin thrust his hips and emptied his load into my bowels. I could feel the splash of hot cum coating my insides as his body tensed with every thrust. Kevin's body rested heavily on top of mine as our breathing and heart rates returned to normal. 

"Fucking a dude shouldn't be that much fun." Kevin said with all seriousness as a slight grin spread across his face. He pulled away, his cock making a sloppy sound as it slipped from my cum-soaked ass. "I'm going to grab a quick rinse" he said, slapping my thigh and walking toward the bathroom. 

I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, listening to the sound of the water coming from the next room. Despite my exhaustion, I managed to move off the bed and entered the bathroom just as Kevin came out of the shower. 

"Towels are in the closet...help yourself." Kevin said while drying his hair and walking back to the bedroom. 

The water felt great as I let it pour over my head and felt my buddy's cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. Now that the heat of the moment was over, I felt no remorse for indulging in that behavior. Somehow, the taboo act seemed hotter than ever, now that Kevin understood that I was no longer a submissive piece of ass. Turning off the water and toweling myself dry, I thought I heard Kevin talking to someone. I walked into the bedroom and expected to find him on the phone...but that wasn't case.

"Come on Sophie...this shit isn't funny" Kevin said to his wife, who was sprawled-out on the bed, wearing only lace panties and bra, with a cell phone pressed to her ear. 

"Oh fuck." I mumbled, stepping behind Kevin and looking around for my clothes, forgetting they were likely in the living room. 

"Hi Mike...really guys....I'm so sorry to have spied on you...well, not really." She giggled, still holding the phone with one hand while fingering herself with the other. "Oh my god, Pam...they look so hot together...I wish you were here to see this with me."

All of the color must have left my face when I realized Sophie was on the phone with my wife. I was even more stunned when Sophie placed the phone on the nightstand and put the call on speaker. 

"Hi honey...Sophie sent me a couple of shots of the two of you wresting around. I'm jealous as hell she got to see that before I did." Pam's voice filled the room as Kevin and I gasped for air. "She knew she couldn't keep that to herself, and called me right away. Sophie's such a good friend...and such a dirty girl."

The words lingered in the air as we watched Sophie slowly remove her bra and panties. "Judging from the look on our boy's faces...I don't think they realized we'd been having some fun on our own." Sophie said with a sexy tone before spreading her legs and pushing a finger inside her wet pussy. "Come here, lover....I need you to fuck me!" She commanded, curling and finger and beckoning Kevin next to her. 

I stood fixed to the floor, staring as Sophie took Kevin's cock into her mouth and quickly brought her husband to full hardness. I was shaken out of my stupor when Pam's voice again came out of the phone. 

"Honey...you still there? It sounds like our friends are having fun." Pam asked, over the moans of groans of an enthusiastic blow-job. 

"Uh...yeah...just leaving...I'll be home soon." I mumbled, watching Kevin move over Sophie's body in a sixty-nine before eating her sopping gash. Neither of them seemed concerned that I was still in the room. 

"Oh good...I know I'm going to need exactly what Sophie is getting. I just need my girlfriend to do one last thing for me before you leave."

Sophie moaned softly as she backed away from Kevin's throbbing tool. "Of course...what can I do for you, dear?" she asked my wife, turning her head toward the phone. 

"I don't want things to go too far until we can all be together...but I'd love a picture of my man getting a taste of your sweet honey off his buddy's wet cock. Do you guys think you could do that for me?" 

Kevin and Sophie looked at each and smiled. He got off the bed and pulled his wife to the edge of the mattress. Sinking into her hot snatch in one solid stroke, Sophie still managed to utter a response. "Unnnggg...ohhh yesss....we'd love to do that for you!"

Kevin turned his head and looked at me with a devious grin. "Get over here, on your knees man. This ought to have Pam fucking you senseless all night long."

"I can guarantee that!" I heard my wife say as I mindlessly crawled toward them.

I don't think my dick had ever been so hard as I watched Kevin's thick cock sink into Sophie's moist folds. After three or four hard thrusts, Kevin pulled out of her cunt and handed his wife the cell phone. His fuck stick was shiny with her juices and a thin stream of pre-cum oozed from the tip. 

"Oh fuck...that is so hot!" Sophie squealed as I took Kevin's wet dick into my mouth, his thickness spreading my jaw as far as it could go. I could hear the click of the phone's camera several times as Kevin held my head and pushed fully down my throat. I started to gag a little as Kevin pulled back and his wife immediately sent the requested pictures. 

"Oh my god...oh my god...oh fuck...get home now, you sexy bastard!" My wife practically screamed through the phone's small speaker. 

Kevin took the phone from his wife's hand, ended the call, and tossed it back onto the nightstand. "Here...give your wife a little taste too. It sounds like we've got a lot to talk about." He said, taking three fingers out of his wife's pussy and then spreading the nectar over my hard cock. "Better get home to momma." Kevin's hand gave my ass a hard slap as I clumsily turned around and left the room. 

The grunts and groans of their lovemaking were difficult to miss as I jumped back into my clothes and shoved my hard cock into my pants. The two hour drive home seemed like an eternity and my erection only half-subsided. 

It was eleven o'clock by the time I got home. I hurriedly parked the car and bounded up the steps to our bedroom. Pam was on the bed, naked and playing with her favorite toy. The room was dimly lit with a few candles and the glimmering light cast seductive shadows over her writhing form. I stumbled across the floor as I hurriedly removed my clothes. Kneeling onto the bed, I bent down to kiss my wife and gently removed the softly buzzing toy from her fragrant pussy. 

"Somehow, someway...you've got to let me see you and Kevin together." My wife whispered, grabbing my hard cock and pulling it toward her face. "Mmmm...I think I catch the sweet scent of another lovely lady." Pam hissed, licking the underside of my shaft. 

"Kevin thought you'd like a taste...wrapped his sticky fingers around it before I left." I mumbled as she swirled the swollen helmet with her tongue. "I gather you two enjoy each other's company more than I thought". 

"Mmm...yessss...getting that close with Sophie has been an unexpected surprised" Pam said, nuzzling my loose sack. "But right now, I can't shake the blurry image of you fucking that red-headed jock's firm ass!" She purred in a much naughtier tone than usual. 

"Uh-huh...well, all I can think about right now is your hot and slippery snatch." I growled before plunging two fingers into her cunt and teasing the swollen clit. Pam's nipples became firm and pointed as a blush spread across her chest. My wife whimpered loudly as I kneaded her breasts and gently bit at her nipples while finger-fucking her steaming gash. 

"Unngg...oh god...fuck me, baby...please fuck me!" Pam said, trying to stifle her own cries. "Just...don't wake Tyler." She added, with a giggle.

"Mommies and Daddies fuck." I replied, moving my body between her legs and sliding my cock against her puffy mound. "I don't care if he grows up overhearing how much we love each other."

"And if we ask Uncle Kevin and Aunt Sophie to play in our room?" Pam said with a sinister smile, reaching out to grab my ass and pull me into her. 

"Ok...that might be an overnight with Grandma and Grandpa." I mumbled, sinking into her warm and inviting tunnel. Things could only get more interesting from here.



Bending the Straight and Narrow



There was no doubt I was incredibly turned-on, but now felt a twinge of fear. Kevin barely looked at me as he kicked-off his shoes and tossed his jeans in the corner. He now stood in the middle of the room, stroking his spit-soaked cock and wearing only a blue t-shirt. 

"Damn it, your slow...I'm not looking for a strip-tease!" Kevin said, sounding clearly annoyed with my fumbling progress. 

I had barely stepped out of my pants before Kevin grabbed the back of my neck and tossed me face-down onto his lower bunk. Still holding me down with one hand, he reached under the bed and retrieved a small plastic bin where he kept condoms and other supplies for Lydia's overnight visits. 

"Hey man...I've never..." I started to express my apprehension, but Kevin was having none of it. "Ow...fuck!" I yelped as his hand smacked sharply on my ass. 

"Surprised me...but Lydia loves it in the ass." Kevin said while reaching for the Bears boxers he wore to bed and stuffed them in my mouth. "I figure a fag-in-training will like it just as well."

I squirmed and struggled against Kevin's grip on my neck. I knew I could reach out and squeezed his balls to put an abrupt stop to this game. While I was scared out of my mind, I was also aroused like never before. Another hard slap landed on my ass before I heard the snap of a plastic lid, and felt a ribbon of cool fluid oozing between the cheeks of my butt. 

"Oh shit...that's going to be nice and tight" Kevin hissed under his breath as he worked one, and then two fingers into my virgin hole. "I can't say those hairy moons are doing much for me...but tonight, a hole is a hole."

I tried spitting-out the boxers to make another plea, but Kevin pushed them back in and pressed my face against the mattress. His grip moved off my neck and his forearm pressed against my shoulder blades as he forced my legs apart and positioned himself between them. His cock had lost some of its hardness while prepping my pucker, but still felt intimidating as it slid against the cleft of my buttocks. 

"I won't hurt you man...I'll start slow." Kevin growled in my ear as the weight of his body pressed against my back. "Lydia would tell you it's a bitch at the start...but it does get better."

Kevin shifted his hips and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my reluctant ring. My body instinctively tightened, and I resisted the insistent intrusion.

"Try to relax...fighting will make it worse." Kevin said with a strange mix of compassion and resolve. "I'm horned as hell...and this is going to happen."

Although getting forced into anal sex was not on my agenda, the situation as a whole was ticking all of my taboo sex fantasies...even a few I hadn't considered. Knowing that Kevin was serious about seeing this through, I gathered all my courage and fought the natural urge to protect what had always been a one-way passage. The head of Kevin's prick quickly slipped past my lubricated sphincter. I let out a muffled cry of pain against the fabric in my mouth and tears began welling in my eyes. The initial discomfort was searing, and felt as though I would be split in two. Kevin was true to his word, and remained in position for several minutes, allowing my body to adjust. It seemed like forever, but amazingly, the sensation slowly moved from agony to tolerable. 

"Easy...that's it...easy...you're doing better than Lydia did." Kevin said in a low, masculine tone. "Open that man-pussy for me...get ready for the fuck you know you want."

Five minutes ago you couldn't have convinced me this was anything I'd ever want. Now that the pain was less severe, the feeling of being controlled and used was starting to become a genuine thrill. The progression was slow, but appreciated, as Kevin pressed his hands against my shoulders, lifted his body off my back, and inched his thick rod into my bowels. I couldn't believe just the head felt so huge as the ring of my ass stretched further and further until his pubes pressed against my backside. Kevin remained motionless for another several minutes until my grunts and whimpers subsided. It felt as though a baseball bat had been shoved up my ass, and the feel of his balls resting against mine was surreal. My roommate slowly retreated and then eased back in again. The pain was still sharp, but getting better with every cycle. Once satisfied that I had overcome the biggest hurdle, Kevin pulled completely out of my back door and applied more lube. My ass felt like it was gaping open, and would never return to its former size.

"I know that's rough...you toughed it out." Kevin said, returning his grip around my neck. "This hole is mine now...and I'm going to fuck it hard." He said through gritted teeth, slapping his cock against my overstretched brown-eye. 

My eyes shot open wide and I let out another long, muffled groan as Kevin plowed into me with one forceful stroke. His heavy balls slapped against mine as he found a comfortable rhythm. I could feel sweat dripping onto my back as it fell from Kevin's forehead. He grunted and groaned like a rutting animal, clearly using me as a tool to get-off. It took a long time, but the pain eventually gave way to pleasure as I began to feel my roommate's cock slide against my prostate with every forceful thrust. Pushing the spit-soaked boxers out of my mouth, I offered audible moans to reinforce the fact that I was now a full participant. Though in full retreat at the beginning, my aching cock was now painfully hard, and brushed against the sheets with every push from Kevin. 

"Fuck...oh fuck...seed my ass, man...cream that hole." I mumbled, surprising even myself.

"Tight...so damn tight...gonna fill you with my load." Kevin stammered through halting breaths.

I was completely into it by now, and began lifting my hips to meet Kevin's thrusts...burying his prick even deeper into my chute. His thrusts became shorter and faster, with Kevin's breathing growing more ragged. Once again doing a push-up against my shoulders, Kevin arched his body and pushed hard into my ass, grunting so loud that I thought someone in the dorm might hear. 

"Aaarrggg...fffuuccckkkk...dddaaammmnnnn!" Kevin moaned as his body convulsed and the warm spray of his spunk splashed within my bowels. 

The feel and sound of Kevin's climax sent me over the edge, and I felt spurts of warm cum pool under my belly with my cock trapped between me and the bed. We were both panting for air as Kevin rolled-over onto the mattress next to me, his cum leaking out of my abused hole and flowing over my balls. The twin bed could barely hold us both, but we were too exhausted to care. My back was getting stiff, so I turned over and stared at Kevin's softening tool. I reached out to touch it, but was smacked away.

"It was a good fuck, but we're not going to be making out." Kevin said bluntly.

I simply chuckled and moved my hand to feel the cum that coated my balls. 

"Sorry I came on so strong." Kevin said, rising from the bed and wrapping a towel around his waist. "Messing with a dude is new thing for me, and I just can't do it the same way as with a woman. The whole scene brings out a dominant side I didn't know was so strong."

"Yeah...well...I never saw myself as being quite so submissive." I replied, using his boxers to wipe the cum off my ass. "Getting fucked was never on my list of things to do. The way you did it is the only way it could ever happen."

"Oh...shit, man...sorry...I guess I damn near raped you." Kevin said, sounding genuinely concerned. 

"I liked having you take charge. Otherwise, I would have grabbed your nuts and squeezed. I think I've also realized it's the wild-ass sex I crave...not necessarily the guy involved. I'm probably not gay...just one seriously twisted pervert."

"Whatever, man. I was willing to tap that tight ass...and I'm not going to make any more of it than that. If nobody got hurt, and you got off on it...then it's all good." 

We both showered and finished the evening without saying more about it. I could read Kevin's attitude well enough to know that he didn't like to dwell on it. He was up-front about seeing the whole thing as a way of satisfying both of our need for the unusual...he just didn't share my idiotic gay-or-straight take on it. 

+++++++++++++++

The date with Pam went incredibly well, and after a long evening of soul-searching, apologies, and reconciliation, we came to appreciate each other more than ever before. I thought my other interests would repulse her, and I knew that I could never block those urges completely. To my astonishment, Pam seemed to enjoy hearing about the things I'd done, and the bizarre arrangement that Kevin had forged. She even indicated that her and Lydia would love to watch what we've been up to, but I suggested that neither me nor Kevin were likely comfortable enough for that...at least not yet. Kevin and Lydia had left for the weekend, so Pam and I spent two days reconnecting physically and emotionally. The sex had never been better, but it was the bond of understanding that mattered most. 

It was Sunday afternoon, and Pam had just left to study for her economics test. My top bunk was still a mess, and Kevin knew immediately that the weekend turned out well.

"From the look of that bed, and the smell in the air...I'd say you two are solidly back together." Kevin said with a stupid grin while punching me in the arm.

"Yeah...things are good...much better than I deserve." I answered honestly. "Thanks, man...I owe you and Lydia a lot for not letting me throw everything away. I guess I needed to grow-up...not see things so black-and-white."

"You're welcome. If you ever put me in the middle of a shit-storm like that again, I'll kick your ass." 

"Don't tease me." I said sarcastically, knowing it would piss him off.

"Fuck off." Kevin replied, throwing my t-shirt off his bed and into my face. "Glad you had a good time. Lydia and I had some fun...but it was tough with her parents around all the time. They're great people...but man, they can be hard to ditch."

"I know the feeling. My parents are the same way whenever Pam is around."

"Hey...I gotta go to the gym for a few hours. Want to see if the girls can do dinner later?" Kevin asked, grabbing his backpack barely a few minutes after walking in the door.

"Sure...that'd be great." I answered, as Kevin waved goodbye and closed the door. 

About thirty minutes later, I got an unexpected text message from my roommate; "Back in an hour. Clean out, lube up, and be face down on my bunk". I was trying to formulate a reply to such a blunt order, but another message quickly followed; "Ok if not...I'll back off".

Even after a weekend of casual fucking, the message still managed to get my dick hard. I hadn't thought of anything but Pam for the last few days, but now my mind was filled with images of Kevin's tool. With shaking hands, I managed to text back; "got it".

Despite being occupied with preparing for what Kevin clearly wanted, the hour seemed like eternity. I spent a good ten minutes just fingering my ass, stretching it out and lubing my hole. Even Pam had taken to playing with my pucker, and still I was shocked that I could ever want something I once considered perverse and humiliating. Glancing out the fourth-floor window, I saw Kevin calmly walking up the street toward our dorm. I'd never understand how he could be so cool and nonchalant about just walking in, and doing what he had in mind. I closed the curtains, laid face-down on Kevin's bunk, and nervously waited to hear the key in the door. 

"Good choice, fucker." Kevin said in gravel tone, closing the door and dropping his backpack on the desk. "Reach back and spread'em...show me that pussy".

Placing my hands on each cheek, I spread them apart and put my backside on full and humiliating display. Turning my head to the side, I saw the stern and purposeful expression on Kevin's face as he kicked-off his shoes, pulled the sweatshirt over his head and lowered his jeans. The freckled complexion of his legs and torso made Kevin's choice in swim trunks obvious, and the fiery-red hue of the hair surrounding his crotch was easy to see in the subdued lighting. His cock was already thick and hard as he slapped the pole in his palm and reached for the bottle of lube on the floor. 

"You got me into this twisted kink...time to man-up and own it." Kevin grumbled, kneeling on the bad and kicking my legs apart. "Keep the volume down...not everyone needs to know our shit."

My fingers clutched tightly at the sheets and I let out deep moan into the mattress as my roommate sank his dick in one unrelenting stroke. It still hurt like hell, but the pain subsided much faster than the first time. I could feel Kevin's breath on my neck and the brush of his chest-hair against my back as he maneuvered for better position. His cock slipped-out briefly, pushing against my scrotum, until he quickly rammed it back inside my bowels. 

"Fuck yeah...so damn tight!" Kevin hissed mainly to himself, as he began assaulting my ass with strong, full-length thrusts.

I was relieved that this turned pleasurable so much faster than my first encounter. The ring of my ass still felt stretched impossibly wide, but the sensation against my prostate and the warmth of his prick radiating inside me was incredible. For a brief moment, I wondered if more straight guys might like this if they gave it a shot. Just as quickly, I realized that Kevin was a total top that saw my ass as a pussy substitute...so maybe the answer was "no". I might have even chuckled at the thought, but Kevin surprised me by pulling out and barking another order. 

"On your knees...ass up, head down." 

I quietly took direction, and moved into position. I felt somewhat more vulnerable with my cock and balls hanging free, but appreciated not having his weight on my back. 

Kevin rose a bit too quickly and hit his head on the upper bunk. "Oh fuck...every damn time!" he cursed, indicating that sessions with Lydia led to the same result. "Off the bed...bend over...hands on the desk." He barked, rubbing the top of his skull. 

Being too horned to appreciate the comedy, I quickly complied and noticed my reflection in the turned-off TV screen. The dark background didn't reveal much detail, and I now wished for a mirror...but the image was still unbelievable. Both of us fit, athletic, and just coming off a weekend with our girlfriends...two guys that no one else we know would believe what we're doing...and yet my roommate is about to plug my ass again with his hard cock. How did I ever get lucky enough to encounter anyone as twisted as I am?

Kevin's hands certainly felt rougher than Pam's as he grabbed my hips and buried his red-hot poker to the hilt. His thighs made slapping sounds with every thrust against my back-side, and I struggled to keep a grip on the edge of the desk. This position allowed him to reach even deeper into my guts and I groaned with every push. My cock was hard as hell, and a long string of pre-cum swayed as it oozed toward the floor.

"A reach-around is fair...but don't push it." Kevin said between heavy breaths, moving his right hand off my hip and onto my cock. "Fuck, man...I didn't know you had a porno dick. No wonder Pam thinks you're the shit."

"Fuck me...oh shit...fuck me!" I grunted through clenched teeth, worried about anyone walking past our door. Naturally, Kevin knew how to handle a cock, and his firm strokes were getting me closer to the end. Finally feeling more comfortable, I started clenching around Kevin's steel-hard shaft, with positive results.

"Damn...oh fuck...fuck!" Kevin moaned with every constriction of my overworked sphincter. "I'm gonna lose it...I'm cumming dude!"

I could tell that Kevin was stifling the moans of his climax as he pushed hard against my ass and the first two shots coated my insides. Pulling out, he then shot another three ropes of hot sperm all over my back and ass. Still enjoying the lingering effects of his climax, he then pushed his man-meat back into me for a few extra strokes. I expected Kevin to retreat and leave me to take care of my own needs, but instead gathered the cum of my back and started jacking me off with his own spunk as lube. 

"Come on, man...shoot it!" Kevin growled, with his free hand over my mouth and his softening cock in my ass. 

"Aaarrrggg...fffuuuccckkk!" I screamed against the hand that muffled my cries. I came so hard, that I thought I might pass out. A pearly-white river of cum shot out of my dick and splashed heavily onto the desk in front of me. Kevin's hand was covered in a mix of my spunk and his. He held it out as though not sure what to do with it. Once Kevin removed his other hand from my mouth, I grabbed his wrist and began licking the warm slime off every digit. 

"Oh gross...you are a sick fuck." Kevin said light-heartedly, stepping back as his cock slipped from my ass with a sticky plop.

An awkward moment became stranger when my cell phone started ringing. Not really thinking, I grabbed it off the desk with my sticky fingers and saw the call was from Pam.

"Hey babe...what are you guys doing?" She asked as a polite greeting.

"Oh...nothing much...just hanging out." I replied, sitting on the desk and watching Kevin clean his cock with my t-shirt. 

Dinner plans were hastily made, and we all had a great time.

+++++++++++++++

Over the next several months, the girls hounded us to share what we were doing...if only on a webcam...but we continued to resist the notion. I eventually gathered the courage to bounce my issues off some trusted gay friends. After their initial shock, and my clumsy attempts not to offend them, they agreed I was a complete twit. They also wanted to meet Kevin...but I made it clear that wasn't going to happen.