0 comments/ 133118 views/ 15 favorites The Video Ch. 01 By: JaxTB My wife of fifteen years was out of town for a five day business trip so I had a couple of beers after work with some buddies. I arrived home about eight o’clock to find a package waiting for me on my front doorstep. I wasn’t drunk by any means but I did have a good buzz and I did have a little trouble bending over and picking up the package. It was an overnight letter-sized package that had something much thicker than a letter but about as light. After unlocking the door I went inside and carried the package with me to the bedroom, throwing it on the bed as I undressed and pissed. I got into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then looked at the package before opening it. The return address was a post office box in Texas but it was addressed to me. I shrugged, opened the package and dumped out an video cassette tape. There was a note with one word written on it. Enjoy. I was still a bit buzzed but sobering quickly as I became intrigued by the package and its contents. I popped it into the VCR in the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed to see just what I was supposed to enjoy. The picture came on and I saw a bedroom with a four-poster bed. This was obviously a home-made video. I watched as the picture bounced around as someone adjusted the camera. Finally a man walked around and sat on the edge of the bed. He had on a robe and looked to be in his thirties, though it was hard to tell. His hair was black and he was ruggedly handsome and looked like he was solidly built. He looked at the camera and smiled before speaking. Telling the story now is different than living it. I had to rewind the tape a few times to make sure I heard him correctly. Not because he wasn’t speaking clearly but because of what he said. He called me by name, he said, to make sure I knew this tape was meant for me. Then he proceeded to tell me things about my wife. Things about him and my wife. About how he knew that I was home alone watching this while she was away on a business trip. He laughed. My wife, he said, was flying to Texas to see him. To be fucked by him for five days. I shook my head in denial as he spoke but something told me he was telling the truth. He said he had been fucking her for about six years, probably twice a year, sometimes more often. He said that she paid for him to fly to her real business meetings so that he could fuck her before and after her business. He said there was no reason for him to be telling me this unless it was true. I wondered why he was telling me anyway. He even said he had flown to our hometown several times and fucked her each day while I thought she was at work. My head was spinning. Looking back at those times I had suspected something. There were several times she had come home looking very tired though satisfied. Once I had noticed she was walking like something hurt and had asked. She had said she had hurt her knee at work. Later, though, I walked in on her in the bath and saw that her pussy looked red, like it did after we fucked. Another time she had come home in a hardcore mood and made me eat her pussy, which tasted strange, and was very creamy and thick with juice. I just thought she was horny and juicing like she did sometimes. This man was now telling me he had made her come home after fucking him to make me eat his cum out of her. He was laughing, asking if I remembered. I remembered. Then he got serious and told me what the tape was. It was parts of dozens of tapes of he and my wife fucking, tapes she had willingly made with him. He said that there were plenty of highlights but that he picked out two hours worth for me to see. I was feeling sick to my stomach as I listened but I couldn’t turn it off. Finally the guy said he was going to show me why my wife kept seeing him, and would keep seeing him. He stood, dropped the robe and revealed a muscular hard body. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was his cock. It wasn’t even hard and it looked as big as mine is when it is hard. I have seven inches, no slouch, but this guy had seven inches when soft. And his balls were unbelieveably big. They hung down almost to the head of his cock. He picked his package up and lifted it so I could see. I’ll never forget his words. WIth one hand he held his cock and balls up towards the camera and with the other he tapped the side of his skull. He said, “These are why she keeps coming back.” Then, he said the video was about to begin, but added as he faded from view. “My cock is eleven inches long when hard. Eleven inches. Like the center of a paper towel roll.” Then he was gone and I heard my wife’s voice. My stomach knotted for sure. But, I listened. She was laughing and making noises that I knew were sexual. When she finally came into view I saw she was naked. She was looking off the camera and talking to someone, who I knew to be the guy. I didn’t need to hear the words to know she was ready to fuck. I’d heard the tone enough in my life. But something was different. The tone wasn’t like it was with me. It was more full of lust and desire. And it was real. I watched as she got on her knees and began to beg the person to let her suck his cock. Her voice got to me in spite of my feelings. My cock began to stir and get hard as I listened to her beg. My own lust began to slip into my body even though I really thought I didn’t want it to. It didn’t take a minute and my cock was hard. My hands were touching my hard-on even without my conscious thought. When I saw my wife smile I knew what was coming. The person off screen, the guy who made the tape, walked into view. I can tell you now that I was stunned at the size of his cock. It jutted from his hips like nothing I had imagined. When he had said he was eleven inches I didn’t comprehend. Later, I went and got the center of a paper towel roll and held it to my crotch. He wasn’t exagerrating. His cock was that big, with a head that was flared and much bigger diameter than his shaft. And those balls. They swung as he walked, and looked even larger than they had in the first part of the video. My wife went after him like a starved woman eating a steak. She devoured his cock and balls, sucking, licking, trying to swallow him and gagging, but trying again, her eyes filling with tears at the effort and strings of saliva hanging from her chin before she gave up after getting just about two-thirds of his cock down her throat. Their talk, their body language told me that this wasn’t anything new. The way they interacted was like people who were familiar with each other, familiar in every way. He urged her on as she sucked and ate his cock and balls, commanding her to keep going then praising her for what she did, all the while groaning like a man who’s getting just what he wanted. He pinned her head against the side of the bed and fucked her mouth like he was trying to bust out the back of her head. My wife didn’t object at all, in fact, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards her increasing the power of his thrusts. I was amazed at what she was doing. She was never that way with me. This woman was almost saintly when it came to her image in the community. Yes, we fucked hard sometimes, and she did like a few things that saints weren’t supposed to like, like being eaten, but for the most part she just wanted to make love and cum two or three times. At least that’s what I thought. Here I was watching her act like a porn star. Later, after I had seen the entire video and had time to think, I remembered that she had started to ask me to eat her after one of her trips. She had not much cared for it before that time. That was about six years ago. The pieces started to fall together. Anyway, this first segment faded with the guy picking up my wife and pushing her onto the bed, spreading her legs, then placing that big cockhead against her pussy and pushing forward. The last sound from that part was of my wife screaming, and not in pain. My own cock was leaking precum in such a torrent that my shorts already had a stain the size of a quarter. Before I could decide to get up or do anything other than sit and be hard, my wife’s voice came back onto the television. But she wasn’t talking. She was cumming. The picture came into view with this guy’s head buried between my wife’s legs, eating her pussy while she lay back on the bed in what looked like a different room. When I saw my wife’s hair I knew it was another time. She had a different hair style. It might have been a different room and day but the action was the same. I watched this guy eat my wife to what had to be more than a dozen screaming orgasms. I could tell he had his finger up her ass as he ate her, something she never wanted me to do, and was working her like an expert. She was cumming in what seemed to be an endless stream of orgasms. Begging him to keep eating her, grabbing his head and pulling him in, pinching her own nipples and arching her back, she was obviously under his control. The scene went on for what I know had to be fifteen minutes, maybe longer, almost as long as our entire sexual encounters. I watched in amazement as the guy pumped her asshole faster and faster with his fingers while he furiously licked her clit. My wife started making these animalistic sounds I had never heard her make before. Her body tensed and she groaned in a way that almost made me shoot my load. Then, well, I almost gasped out loud. The guy pulled his face from her pussy while still pumping her asshole. My wife screamed that she was cumming and when she did she shot liquid out of her pussy, stream after stream of what I thought had to be piss, squirting onto the guy’s face and chest. The guy opened his mouth and let it shoot inside, drinking it. She was still squiting when he leaned his mouth forward and began to lick her clit again. Let me say that I then pulled out my cock and jerked-off while she screamed in pleasure. I couldn’t help it. I couuld still see the juice cumming out as this guy licked her to an orgasm that made her shake like a rag doll. I came with her. Shooting a load of cum onto the carpet that stretched out almost to the base of the television stand. My cock spurted like a teenagers, releasing its load of cum with a force that made my body shake like my wife’s. I finished my own orgasm as the picture began to fade, showing my wife sprawled on the bed as the guy stood, his cock huge and hard. I knew what was next. I punched the remote to turn off the VCR as I cleaned up my cum. You guys know what I mean when I say that I was conflicted at this point. I was feeling the aftermath of my own horniness, loving that remembrance, but feeling like I had done something wrong. I told myself I wasn’t going to watch any more. Cleaning up, I knew I had lied to myself. I had to see it all. I went back to the bed and sat down after picking up the remote. The wet spot from my earlier cumshot reminded me of my decision not to watch any more of the video. It aslo reminded me of how horny I had gottten while watching it. Only on rare occassions could I should a load of cum that far. This was certainly one of those. Anyway, I punched play and the video began again. It faded in to a view of my wife’s naked ass. Her wonderful butt filled the screen as it came into full view. There was a conversation going on between the guy and my wife about how much he loved her ass. My wife is 37 years old but has the body of a woman ten years younger. She is tight and fairly lean with a flat stomach and great, perky tits. But, it is her ass that is the best part of her body. Muscular and shaped perfectly, the cheeks spread apart and give you a peek at her asshole, even when she’s just standing up straight. She wasn’t standing up straight and I could see her pussy and asshole as she bent over slightly, leaning on the bed. If you are not a person who loves assholes then you won’t appreciate how perfect hers is. It is shaped perfectly with a wide brown ring around it, setting it off from her skin in a vision that has always made me gasp. In conjunction with her pussy it makes for a view that is breath-taking. Her pussy has a set of lips that puff so much that they split apart when she’s really horny, revealing a clit that is the size of the end of my little finger. Bigger than a pencil eraser. Anyway, you should get the picture by now. Here was her ass, asshole and pussy filling my tv screen. The sight made me shake my head and my cock begin to stir. I listened to the conversation and my cock hardened to full attention once more. “You want me to eat your ashsole?” The man asked my wife. “Oh shit…yes! Eat my asshole,” she said in a voice that had no pretention. “I’m gonna,” the man said, “What else would you like me to do?” With no hesitation my wife answered, “I want you to fuck my asshole.” “You want me to put my big cock in your asshole?” he asked. “Damn right I do. Fuck my asshole and make me cum,” she said like some sort of whore. “You gonna cum when I fuck your asshole?” the man asked. “Like I do every time. I’m gonna cum when you eat my asshole, you know that,” my wife said, bending over even more. Now my wife had always shied away from anal sex in any form. She had begun to like me to finger her asshole when she let me eat her, but she mostly kept me away from it. Now, here she was begging this guy not only to eat her asshole, which was unthinkable in my estimation of her desires, but also fuck her up the ass with his eleven inch cock. The woman seemed like another person. The voice was hers, the body was hers but everything else was foreign to me. I kept watching, fighting the urge to jerk-off again, knowing I would blow my load quickly if I touched myself. After a few more moments of talk, most to do with what she wanted him to do to her asshole, the camera went off for just a second, only to come back on with a view of my wife’s ass sticking up in the air as she lay on the bed. The view was off to one side but afforded me a great shot of her crotch. As I watched, the man’s head came into view, moving towards my wife’s ass, just before he got to her he turned and looked into the camera and smiled, then winked. My blood boiled and I felt the bile rise in my throat but my hard-on didn’t subside one bit. Then he bent back to her, leaned his face into her ass and began to sniff her asshole. I could see his nose right against her tight ring and hear him sniffing louldy. My wife was speaking in a voice filled with lust. “Ohmygawd… when you smell my asshole I just swoon…oh gawd… oh…” She stopped talking and started moaning when he began to lick her asshole. I don’t know if I could do what he did. The man licked her and ate her asshole like he was eating ice cream. There was no doubt he loved what he was doing by the way he did it. There was also no doubt my wife loved it more than he did. Her voice was like an animal one moment, filled with lust, beggin him to keep eating her asshole, then it was like someone totally lost in pleasure. When he began to flcik his tongue quicly on her asshole, sliding a finger to her clit, she exploded. He had hardly touched her when she screamed in orgasm, her ass lifting to his mouth and hand, body shaking as she climaxed. And it didn’t seem to subside. She came and came and came while he devoured her asshole. By the time he pulled his tongue from her wet, stretched asshole, she was gasping and groaning. “Fuck my asshole,” I heard her say as the man disappeared from view. When he returned, he was on his knees and that huge cock cock pointed towards my wife’s ass. He moved forward until that huge cockhead rested between her asscheeks. The view I had made me realize how big he was. His cock was huge and I couldn’t believe he was going to fit that thing in her ass. But, he pressed that big, flared head against her brwon ring and began to slide it into her slowly. With no lubrication other than a lot of his saliva, I watched as this man worked his entire cock into my wife’s asshole. He knew what he was doing, moving slowly, a little bit at a time, swirling it arund to stretch her, pulling back, then pushing in. Before he even got it all the way inside of her she had cum twice. Let me say here that the sound of her cumming this way as opposed to when he ate her puusy or asshole was totally different. This came from deep in her throat or belly and growled its way to the top. Her voice sounded like a wild woman, lost in some sort of trance, letting herself become primal. It was just a primer for what was to come. When that huge set of balls was resting on my wife’s pussy lips, eleven inches inside of her ass, he asked if she was ready to get fucked. Her answer was, “Goddamn right! Fuck the shit outta me!” This was a woman who attended church regularly and was considered almost saintly, as I said earlier. He fucked her. Just like she asked him to. He pulled almost all eleven inches out then plunged them all back in. Again and again he slammed into her asshole. And I mean slammed. Hard. Harder. Until the sound was incredible. He held her hips and banged her asshole like he wanted to shove his cock up out her mouth. The sound of his hips slapping into her ass and his balls hitting her wet pussy, mixed with his grunts and her primal screams was beyond anything I could have put together for a porno film. But this was no act. He fucked her like this for longer than I thought he would. By the time he finally pulled out of her asshole and stroked his huge cock to orgasm I was sweating. When I saw what he was going to do, I pulled my own cock out and stroked with him. He started cumming before I did but I finished before he did. The amount of cum he sprayed onto my wife’s ass, asshole and pussy was as much as I had seen on any porno clip. He coated her with as much cum as I shoot in four orgasms. I sat with another load of cum to clean up, watching this man lean forward after dumping a gallon of jizz onto my wife and begin to eat it off her ass, asshole and pussy. He licked, sucked, lapped up his own cum, making my wife cum twice more as he rolled his face around in their combined juices. When he pulled his face from her ass he was covered in juice and cum. I truly couldn’t believe that he had done what he had just done. Not only did he get his eleven inch cock inside my wife’s asshole, but he shot cum like a fountain and then went after it like it was really ice cream. The tape wasn’t even half done and I had cum twice and seen things I never thought I’d see. As I punched the pause button, I knew I was going to continue to watch the video, unsure of what they could possibly do for an encore to that. As I said, I had a lot to see. When I returned to the VCR I was pretty resigned about the entire situation being out of my hands. I had tried to imagine what conversation my wife and I would have when she returned from her trip but I got nowhere. After sitting and thinking about it, I finally pushed the play button again and sat back, wondering just what would be next. The video faded from where I had left it, and I watched as my wife flipped around and began to kiss the man who’s face was covered in his own cum. She was licking it from his face when the picture went black readying for the next scene. When the picture returned, the scene was inside of a vehicle, looked like some big SUV, with the man driving and my wife videoing, talking to him. She was almost giddy, laughing and talking like she was eighteen years old, asking him if he wanted to fuck her, moving the camera down to show that she had on a skirt, no panites and was opening her legs so that he could see her pussy as he drove. From the bulge in his jeans I could tell he liked what he saw and that her affect on him was real. She teased him while he drove, then asked him where they were going. He told her that they were going to the parking lot of a dance club and that he was going to fuck her in the SUV in the parking lot. The Video Ch. 01 Author's note: If you are here now, you need to read Frat House Troopers by Xavier Mayne first, otherwise this story will make no sense at all. The characters and storyline in this series are made to fit together with Frat House Troopers. The characters and story are used with Xavier Mayne's permission. Thank you, XM, for letting me borrow Brandt and Donnelly :) Please be warned, this series contains scenes of a graphic nature involving male on male sex. If this is not for you, don't read and don't complain. I did warn you :) This story is purely fictional, in real life safe sex is critical and essential! Any scenes without the use of condoms are not intended to promote unprotected sex but to maintain the flow of prose. Enjoy! * Donnelly left Brandt's place feeling shaky and upset. Oh my god, what did we get ourselves into? He'd never seen his partner so unhinged before and Donnelly was way beyond worried. "Don't fucking touch me!" Brandt had screamed. The cry echoed in Donnelly's head. He had seen victims behave like that in his career. Rape victims. Oh god. What did they make him do? Was Ethan lying about it? Did they hurt him or rape him? Donnelly had to see that video. No matter how disturbing it might be, he had to force himself to watch it. For Ethan, he reminded himself, trying to settle the uneasy twisting in his gut. All the way home in the car, Donnelly berated himself for his attitude over the last couple of days. His reaction to viewing the website for the first time. His behaviour at Camp & Dragg. All of it. He'd been so absorbed in the misery of having gay culture forced on him, made to look at it in all it's glory, he completely failed to see the signs of his partner's meltdown. Even now, on the drive home, Donnelly was so focused on having let his partner down, that he was doing it yet again. It didn't once occur to him that Brandt might not want his partner to see what happened. All Donnelly knew was that he needed to understand so he could be there for Ethan. He had to see that video. When he got to his place, he made a beeline for his work laptop sitting on the kitchen bench in front of a stool, hastily pulling the login details from his pocket. Donnelly wasn't looking forward to this but it was the very least he could do as far as he was concerned. Booting up the laptop and browser, he navigated to the Str8FratDudes website and when the home page loaded, his blood ran cold. There. In the new featured section. Oh, Ethan. With shaking hands, he typed in the user name and password and hit submit, then clicked on the link to Brandt's video, terrified of what would come up. For Ethan, for Ethan... was the litany in his mind that pushed him to go on. Before Donnelly was ready to face it——if he ever would be——a video frame loaded and there was his partner, fully dressed in one of Bryce's ridiculous outfits, standing in a luxurious bathroom. It wasn't obvious to anyone except Donnelly but Brandt was shit-scared. It was in his eyes, in the set of his spine. Donnelly had only seen his partner that way once before and that was when the two of them had been pursuing a child-killer and they were breaching the suspect's house, guns ready, apprehensive of discovering the mangled bodies of kids. Brandt looked exactly that way for the first few seconds of the video. Then suddenly, Brandt's composure changed, transformed into something else Donnelly had seen before, many times. Raw, grim determination. As if a decision had just been made in his mind, Brandt took a deep breath and was all business, all the job in front of him. Donnelly's heart raced in admiration. If he can do this, then so can I, dammit. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen him naked before. Slowly, much slower than he did in the locker rooms at the gym, Brandt peeled off his shirt, revealing rippled abs and hard pecs, smooth, tanned and hairless. Nothing I haven't seen before, Donnelly reminded himself. Nonetheless, he felt a weird humming sensation at the base of his spine. Damn, boy has got a body on him alright. Donnelly was actually quite proud of Brandt's body on his behalf, modest as his partner was. The pair trained together all the time and Brandt worked really fucking hard. He was a work of art, every muscle superbly toned under a sheath of silky, tanned skin. But Brandt never acknowledged the admiring looks he got from men and women alike so Donnelly accepted the compliments for him. Well, the 'art' was certainly on display now. Brandt had his back to the camera as it panned down his body, following the receding waistline of those pornographic shorts Bryce had insisted on. Inch by inch, Ethan Brandt's fabulous body was revealed and Donnelly honestly tried to look at it clinically but whoever was operating the damn camera had a talent for framing flesh in a devastatingly erotic context. This was clearly not a G-rated film. Donnelly kept losing his train of thoughts whenever Brandt flexed a muscle and that hum at the base of his spine became more of a tingle throughout his lower body. Who was this anonymous camera man anyway? Donnelly heard Brandt mention a Nick who had a boyfriend but wasn't gay but apparently got hardcore erections from looking at naked men. What the fuck was that? Whatever it meant, Donnelly bristled that this Nick dude was wielding a video camera with such skill, recording the humiliation of his partner. Promptly, all thoughts of Nick and anything else trailed off to nothing as Brandt's ass came into view——two sculpted globes of masculine sex appeal. Ah jesus. Donnelly was just glad that they were taking their sweet ass time——ha!——not rushing to focus on Brandt's impressive cock just yet. Donnelly didn't have to worry about shutting his eyes just yet. Actually, he was almost afraid of what he would see when they revealed his partner's manhood. He wasn't sure if he wanted his partner's penis to be hard, thus sparing him the further humiliation of a failed erection——completely understandable under the circumstances but a horror to expose to the world that one has trouble getting it up. Then again, how would Donnelly feel if Ethan was hard? Knowing that his partner was turned on by the wrongness of his situation? He shuddered to think. The flesh parade went on for a bit, following Brandt's perfect ass into a large, glass-walled shower where his partner immediately started washing himself. There were a few hurried sweeps of soap and water then a lot more long, slow caresses. The sensual display of something that should've taken a minute at the very most seemed to go on forever as water sluiced off the cut planes of Brandt's body. Donnelly was unwillingly caught up in the show, captivated in a detached way by the elegance of soapy water sheeting across moving muscle and tanned skin. He was therefore totally unprepared when Brandt finally turned toward the camera and Donnelly was confronted with a fully-hard, eight-inch cock extending up in technicolour, 3D magnificence from a glistening nest of dark blond hair. He sucked in a breath and shut his eyes, every muscle in his body pulling tense as the vision of his partner's stiff, circumcised penis was indelibly burned onto his retinas. Oh my god. This was so very different from when he'd caught a glimpse of it in the change room at Cabana Boy. Brandt was only partially hard then, still impressive but the erection was clearly involuntary. There was no mistaking it this time——Brandt was rock hard and throbbing. Whatever he was feeling in that shower went way beyond dedication to the job. Ethan was definitely into it. Eyes squeezed shut, Donnelly crushed the heel of his hand into his forehead, not knowing what the hell to think. This wasn't what he was expecting at all. Brandt had been traumatised by what happened. Or had he? No one was forcing that hard-on. It was the cock of a man who'd been teased for hours, denied orgasm over and over again to the point of insanity, angry and red and alive. If Brandt had been traumatised at all, it certainly hadn't happened at that point. Maybe Brandt was into it in the beginning but something had to have changed. There had to be an explanation for why his partner had freaked out so much. By the time Donnelly came back up for air and rejoined the world, the video had played to the end. Dammit! He'd have to watch the thing again now. Taking a shuddering breath, Donnelly returned the video to the beginning, determined to watch the whole thing without looking away, no matter how confronting it might be. Unlike the smooth surface of Brandt's ripped abdominal range, Donnelly's stomach inside was a mess. Not nauseous but filled with butterflies and racehorses. The film restarted and he watched the striptease again and the shower, keeping his eyes on the screen this time as Brandt leaned back against the tiles, soaped up his cock and began stroking. Looking carefully, Donnelly studied his partner's face and was somewhat relieved to still see that same look of determination. No matter what his body was doing, Brandt was still on the job. Wasn't he? As he watched Ethan's hand sliding up and down his slick pole, giving a twist when he reached the head, despite his resolve to be dispassionate, Donnelly couldn't help but feel the phantom drag of each tug along his own penis. He'd jacked off in the shower more times than he could count and knew exactly how it felt. Watching his partner doing it vividly evoked memories of the deed for Donnelly, the myriad times in his past he'd pleasured himself in the same way. Shamefully, he felt a twitching in his loins, stirrings of arousal he tried to suppress. Oh no. Oh god... Do not get horny. You are not horny... Then it happened. Brandt pinched his nipple. A jerk, a fierce kick of his cock and goosebumps that flourished across his slick skin... So intense, Donnelly felt it just from watching. God, he could almost hear his partner groan... Ohhhhh... Against his will, Donnelly's cock stiffened further, steadily pumping with blood into full erection. The expression of ecstasy on Ethan's face was impossible to ignore, so primal and sexual that Donnelly felt a heat rip through his body unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was as if Brandt's nipple was the switch that turned them both on. Ohmmgod fuck! Along his spine, through his balls, up his penis, the tingle tore into a shiver and Donnelly's skin under his clothes broke out in goosebumps too, his own nipples peaking with sensitivity. Brandt's masturbation had reached a fever pitch and Donnelly couldn't look away even if he wanted to at this point. Ethan's body flexed, rippled, shuddered, as his fist flew up and down that powerful rod of masculine sex, every inch of his skin glistening wet, highlighting his muscles as they contracted. His chest heaved in short pants, his face was set in a picture of erotic agony, and Donnelly felt his body mirror the intense arousal in empathy. His cock pulsed in his pants, harder than stone, and he itched to take it in hand, to rub the absolute fuck out of it as his partner reached the precipice of orgasm on his laptop screen. Just when he couldn't bear it anymore, when he thought the end was coming——ha!——and semen would explode from his partner's plum-coloured cock head, Brandt inexplicably stopped, yanking his hands away from his penis and tightening them into quivering fists of extreme restraint. To his total shock, Donnelly heard himself groan in utter disappointment. He didn't want to think what that meant. He just took several deep breaths and watched as Brandt got out of the shower and towelled himself off. One could see just how close Brandt had come to spilling; his whole body vibrated with the need to cum. Donnelly's eyes were riveted still on the smooth, hard pillar of marble that hung from his partner's hips, the swing of heavy balls beneath. He actually frowned when his partner wrapped the towel around his waist, hiding his sex from view. It was obvious, however, that Brandt still had a mammoth erection because the towel was distended like a two-man tent with an awning. Walking from the bathroom, Brandt looked visibly shaken, a mixture of tortured need, horror and detachment on his face. Really only Donnelly could see it—years of training masking Brandt's emotions behind a steely countenance—but it was there. Donnelly himself didn't know what to feel. He was as shell-shocked as his partner. Brandt was on a bed now, teasing himself with light touches. Every time he tweaked his nipples, his body would jerk in a very appealing way and Donnelly, in his hyper-aroused state, was sailing in very dangerous waters to not even notice he'd thought of Brandt's naked body as appealing. Donnelly's eyes skimmed the satin stretches of athletic muscle, appreciating just how beautiful Ethan was for the first time. They lingered on a face as handsome as any model's, gazed into green eyes made dark with lust. No wonder they picked him for this assignment. In the beginning, sure Donnelly had agreed that Ethan Brandt was man candy and therefore perfect for the assignment; hordes of lusty women batting their eyelashes at Brandt over the years had proven that. But Donnelly didn't see it himself until now, didn't see just how 'perfect' his partner and best friend really was. Not until Ethan was laid bare, open and vulnerable, powerful and sexual. And all yours if you want it, his subconscious whispered upon deaf ears. Donnelly shook his head to clear it, willfully ignoring a growing truth in his mind. While his partner had been shrouded in towelling, Donnelly's pulse had slowed considerably but as Brandt tugged at the white cloth, it spiked again. That long, thick, rigid cock made its second appearance along with hidden flashes of clean, puckered flesh——unintentional and yet all the more alluring because of it——as Brandt shifted around and got comfortable. Donnelly didn't even flinch at the sight of his partner's hole, instead gazing at Brandt's muscular crevice in case the silken star was revealed again. His reasoning mind had shut down for now, refusing to weigh in and draw uncomfortable conclusions. Donnelly's libido was in complete control now. Writhing on the bed, Brandt was again aroused so much that he couldn't ignore his dick and once more, he began stroking. Without the hot water cascading over his partner's body, Donnelly could now easily see that Brandt's cock was drooling pre-cum. Brandt was ridiculously turned on, anyone could see that. Problem was, so was Donnelly. Without thinking, he squeezed the hard ridge in his pants, gasping as pleasure shot through him like heroin. Brandt was stroking furiously, that same determination on his face, only now in pursuit of orgasm, and Donnelly felt his own body growing hotter, breathing faster. His hand squeezed his cock rhythmically, massaging the urgent ache. Yet all he was aware of, the only thing that existed in his entire universe, was Brandt. And his partner was about to blow. Time slowed for Donnelly. His senses were heightened. He noticed little details. How a trickle of sweat ran over Brandt's left pectoral to pool in the valleys of his taut abs. The crease between his brows that crowned a fierce gaze of the purest ecstasy. The whiteness of his teeth as they bit down on his lower lip. The way his balls drew up tight to his body. Brandt arched on the bed, his cock kicked and a string of white semen vaulted from the tip. His lips parted in a silent moan... Time resumed its course and as Brandt jerked again and again, his seed crashing in ribbons across his sweat soaked skin, Donnelly gasped again. "Oh my god, 'm gonna cum," he groaned in total disbelief. Frantically, he yanked open his fly, reaching into his drawers and freeing his loaded gun. A second later, the first spasm hit. "Hohhhmygod! Ohhhh..." Cum exploded from Donnelly's erection, carving through the air, as a wave of paralytic pleasure slammed into him. He tugged hard on his penis as the next one hit and cramped up his belly, while the first load of cum splattered on the tiles at his feet. "Ohh fuck, Ethan..." Donnelly fought to keep his eyes open and focused on the screen but lights were flashing and blurring his vision. On and on, it seemed to last forever——a violent, perfect orgasm that levelled him. He was dimly aware through his rapture that Brandt had finished and lay there lazily milking the last spasms from his cock, and then it was over and Donnelly sucked air into his lungs, shuddering with aftershocks as he too slowed his strokes. The universe came back into focus and Donnelly found himself with his pants open, a hand full of wet, softening cock and cum cooling unpleasantly on his skin. "Holy shit." --- Vote, comment—you know the drill - AkshunLove The Video Ch. 01 From her reaction I could tell she was as ready as he. She moved over next to him and videoed herself undoing his jeans with one hand, freeing his monster of a cock. Then she handed him the camera and had him drive and video her sucking his cock. The woman acted like she worhsipped his cock. Against my own desires, I got hard again as I watched her suck him. Several times he almost wrecked as she tried to force his huge head down her throat, swerving and pulling over to the side of the road to elt her finish gagging on him. He turned off the camera after announcing they had reached the club. When it clicked back on, my wife was holding the camera and videoing the man eating her pussy. She couldn’t hold it still and finally turned it off in the middle of an orgasm. Again, it came back on, this time I watched as my wife, now naked, straddled her lovers legs and lowered herself onto his cock. The camera was set to the side and up so that I could see her pussy swallow his shaft until she pressed her asshole down onto his balls. For what had to be ten minutes, she rode him to orgasm after orgasm, bucking her hips fast and then slow, pulling his face into her tits while she pleasured herself. Needless to say, I was hard again. I didn’t want to be and told myself that I was going to keep from jerking off. But as I watched, my resolve weakened. At one point the guy reached over and grabbed the camera, my wife lost in another series of climaxes, then handed it to through the window someone outside the vehicle. I was stunned, though I shouldn’t have been. Here was my wife being watched by strangers as she rode some guys cock in the backseat of and SUV. The camera steadied on the two inside as the ones outside laughed and egged them on. From the voices there had to be four or five people, at least one being a female. The scene inside the vehicke went from my wife being on top to the guy flipping her onto her back while keeping his cock inside of her pussy. The view was from behind, my wife’s legs pinned by the guy’s arms and his cock imbedded in her pussy. He hammered her. His huge balls slapped her asshole with a sound that was incredible, even on a video camera. The onlookers grew quieter and quieter as they watched this guy fuck my wife like some whore. She wasn’t quiet, though. She screamed and moaned in a way that left no doubt about how much pleasure she was feeling. When he slowed his pace and slipped his shiny cock from her sopping pussy, I heard a gasp from those watching. He placed his cockhead against her asshole and pushed it in in one stroke. Then the talk started, the onlookers unable to believe she took his huge cock in one stroke. There were jokes and comments but mostly just heavy breathing. The guy holding the video camera was shaking. Guess my getting a hard-on was nothing to be ashamed of. My wife and her lover put on quite a show. I could see people on the other side of the SUV by the time the man and my wife were slowing down. I watched as the guy pulled his sloppy cock from my wife’s asshole and motioned for the camera man to come around to the other side. After a bit of jostling and pushing people aside, the camera zoomed in through the window, now opened, to my wife’s face, which was streaked and smeared with her makeup. The man puled back and I saw her lovers huge cock appear as he straddled her. She pushed her big tits together and he began to tit-fuck her. His cock hit her chin again and again when she wasn’t letting it slide into her open mouth. That cock had just been in her asshole and she was sucking it like it was a lollipop. With the urging of what had grown to be a very big crowd, the man looked into the camera and asked if they were ready for him to cum. A raucous cheer went up and the man pumped my wife’s tits faster, then pulled his cock out from between them, stroked the long shaft four or five times and began to spurt cum. Like before, as I said, he shot more cum than any person I had ever seen. There were plenty of catcalls, but mostly gasps as the man spewed his load all over my wife. By the time he milked the last drop from his cockslit, my wife was covered from her hair to her tits. The man outside gave the camera to my wife’s lover and he videoed my wife scooping cum form her face and eating off her hands and fingers. I hadn’t cum, but I wanted to. The picture faded away again, my wife smiling and licking, her face a mess of goo. I pushed the pause button and just sat with my hard cock straining my shorts, another pre-cum stain already growing. The entire experience had me in some sort of a daze. I sat, thought about nothing, really, just feeling my lust mixed with fear and anger. There was nothing to do but finish the tape. If I had thought I was ready for what was next, I was wrong. My numbness made a hasty exit and I began to feel everything as I watched the video fade back in I and saw my wife strapped to a big wooden X, hands and feet bound to the device, spreading her apart. She was upright, though leaning back a little. Her lover came into view dressed in leather chaps only. He had something in his hand but I couldn’t tell what it was. I might have been distracted by the way his cock hung between those black leather chaps, swaying in front of balls that looked almost unreal they were so big. He walked arund her, telling her how he was going to torture her until she was completely under his control. She told him she already was, and I believed her. He said he was going to torture her anyway. And he did. He had nipple clamps in his hand. He put them on her large nipples, one at a time, very slowly, after teasing them to hardness. She screamed. In pain. He slapped her face and she stopped. She looked at him with soemthing akin to devotion, her eyes begging for his approval, his attention. He then put a chain between the clamps and attached a couple of small weights. Her nipples were pulled downward, stretching them towards her belly. Then, he did the same thing to her puffed pussy lips, clamping them and attaching a chain and weights. Those lips stretched out from her pussy more than two inches. She cried out in pain as he pulled on the chain again and again, finally letting the weights swing between her spread legs. By this time his cock was hard. As was mine. He went off screen then returned with a large red candle, already lighted. My wife smiled. I couldn’t believe it. She smiled, then told him how much she wanted him to pour the hot wax all over her. He gave her her wish. On her tits, clamped nipples, face, stomach, pussy, feet, everywhere. She screamed with pain as he poured over each area but it was immediately mixed with gasps of pleasure when he moved on. Her body was completley covered in wax when he was through. She wsa begging for his cock but he didn’t give it to her. Instead, he brought out a flog, removed the clamps from her nipples and pussy lips and began to flog her. The leather slapped agianst her flesh, not cutting her but making red marks as it lashed across it. He hit her tits hard, making them bounce as the flog slammed into them over and over. He whipped it up between her legs, flogging her pussy, faster and faster until she orgasmed, hips bucking, scream filling the room. Finally he slowed, moved to her reddened flesh and kissed her as he slid his cock between her legs. The picture faded as I watched him pumping his hips, my wife begging for him to take her, promising her obedience, surrendered to him completely. Then, the picture returned and the guy in the place my wife had been. Strapped to the X, naked. Let me say, when my wife walked into view, leather dominatrix outfit on, whip in one hand, body language dominant and hardcore, I almost fainted. Her words started, hard and harder, belittling him, degrading his sexual performance, laughing at his pleas. The woman either made an Oscar worthy performance or she was really this person. I was in awe. She began to use the whip on him, in a way that let em know she had had plenty of practice. The leather stung his flesh until he was truly crying out in pain and large red welts were appearing all over him. After making him beg and plead for mercy, my wife pulled out some devices and began to strap them onto his cock and balls. She bound his cock with a black cover that looked like it consisted of ten or twelve rings which ran the length of his now hardening shaft. On his huge balls, which she pulled and stretched for a few minutes, she placed silver collard, one on top of the other, until his sack, above his balls was encased in silver. When she stepped away, his balls looked to be stretched ten inches or more from his body. The sight was incredible. Then she attached a chain and weights, as he had done to her nipples and pussy lips. The difference was that these weights were way heavier than the ones he had used. He moaned and groaned and begged. She ignored him, piling on the weights until his balls looked like the hung to is knees. I groaned for him. My wife only put her booted foot on them and gave a push, making them sway back and forth. The sight was beyond words for me. Then she stood in front of him and began to slap his face. Now when I say slap, I don’t mean play slaps. She open-palm hit him over and over, then began to backhand him, his head whipping form side to side with each blow. I know it wasn’t a long time, but it seemed that way. By the time she stopped, hi lips were bleeding and his face was as red as it could be. Then, she took a riding crop and began to whip his cock, which, to my amazement, was rock hard. Mine was too, but I wasn’t being slapped around either. The rings, I guessed, kept him hard after he got that way. But, she spanked his huge cock with that crop until he was groaning loudly. To my utter surprize, my wife then told the man he had to cum for her as she whipped his cock. He told her he’d try and she slapped him so hard I was astonished to see he was still conscious. He only nodded after she ordered him to cum for her. Let me tell you, he did. She whipped his cock for a few minutes and then he began to spurt like I had seen him before. No stroking, no sex, just his shaft and cockhead getting swatted by a riding crop. He shot cum until there was no more to shoot. My wife called hima good boy and told him he would now be rewarded. The view faded as she pulled the rings from his cock and got down on her knees, presumably to suck him off. I never got tosee. I was so ahrd I had to cum. But I held off, knowing that the tape had to be about over. The final scene came on with my wife and the man naked together on what I assumed was his bed. It was the bed I saw earlier. They were touching and kissing and stroking each other’s bodies. What I got to watch over the next half hour was the two of them making love. Not fucking. Not screwing. No bondage. Love-making. If you’ve ever seen it you know what it looks like. They moved togther like two snakes, wrapping around each other in a dance that had no music, needed none. Their bodies moved like they were choreographed. Slow. Sensual. Erotic. Love and lust mixed together in a slow dance. He slid into her, her legs around his waist, cumming as he filled her, gripping him like she would never let go, her body convulsing as she orgasmed over and over. He hips moved forwards and back slowly, never incresing their tempo, stopping before they hit her flesh. She came again, her mouth open, head back, a groan that had nothing but pleasure within it. Without making any pronouncement, she rolled over on top of him. In what can only be described as perfect sex, she rode him slowly, hips moving up and back, his cock sliding in and out of her swollen pussy. She came he held her hips, hands circling her waist. She came when he lifted her tits, one in each hand, as if they were fragile, letting them slide from his hands, fingers finding her nipples. There seemd to be no end to her climaxes. When she leaned forward, kissing his mouth as she continued to ride his cock, he slipped his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks, pulling her up and letting her slide back down his cock. She came again and again. It was a sight that left no doubt about the relationship. Finally, he rolled her onto her back once more, kissing her deeply as he slid his cock slowly in and out of her pussy. I watched as his body ebgan to stiffen, the movement a bit jerky. I knew what was next. I expected him to pull out of her so I could watch his huge cumshot. Instead, he pulled his mouth from hers and announced his impending orgasm, bucked his hips slowly, pushing deep inside of her, then graoned like a man caught in the utmost pleasure. His body spasmed and bucked as he emptied his entire load into my wife’s pussy. She came with him. And cried. I was astonished. Emotion flooded from her as he filled her with his cum. She kissed him and cried, holding his head in her hands as she did. All I could see was her utmost devotion to this guy. My wife wasn’t mine. Needless to say the view faded and the guy was back, talking to me. He answered my questions. He made the tape, sent it to me because he was moving to our town and wanted me to know that he planned on fucking my wife as often as he could. He said he didn’t need to be married to her because he owned her body and soul. The truth was there before me. He was telling the truth. I knew it. I pushed stop, looked down to see that my cock was still hard, begging for attention. In spite of my own desires not to, I jerked off and came again. While I cleaned up another load of cum, I wondered just what the future held. All I could do was go to sleep, knowing I would watch the video again. I couldn’t help it. The Video Ch. 02 My lawyer picked up the remote and punched stop. The VCR obeyed and the screen went bright blue. "Well, I guess I've seen enough," she said. "You have enough here to get whatever settlement you want. Do you know what it is you want out of the divorce?" I noticed that her ears were red and she avoided eye contact as she asked me the question. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do," I said. "Then let's draw up the preliminary papers and get going with this. It should be cut and dried." My lawyer, Susan Deland, was always very professional. I had known her for years through my own work, using her from time to time whenever legal advice or assistance was needed. I had hesitated to call upon her, not wanting to make this situation any more painful than it had to be. Susan knew my wife through our social contact and had played softball with her for a couple of years before they both stopped for different reasons. My decision to use her had been twofold. First, she had handled most of my legal affairs and I trusted her, and secondly, she was a woman. For some reason I figured that her being a woman would help me balance this action and handle it in a way that was sensitive to both sides. That may sound stupid but it was how I was thinking. Before I tell how it all finished, let me fill you in on what had taken place between the time I saw the video and my visit with the lawyer. When my wife arrived home from her trip I tried to act as normal as possible. I had decided to let my emotions settle before I made any decisions about how to handle the situation I was in. Yeah, I know that many of you macho types would've been waiting for her at the door with her stuff all packed up, told her off in a way that would have made her cry, then tossed her out on her cheating ass. Believe me, I pictured that in my head over and over, desiring the feelings of calling her down and ripping into her as she ripped into me by her actions. It was tempting. Very. But, as much as I wanted to make a scene and show her how tough I was, I finally decided on a course of action that better suited my own personality. When she arrived home I made sure I got a good look at her pussy. I did this by telling her how much I missed her and that I had drawn her a hot bath to soak away her sore muscles. She tried to resist, to make some excuse why she didn't want to get in the tub, but there was no good excuse. When I began to undress with her I saw her face redden a bit. She hadn't thought that I was going to bathe with her. There was a bit of concern in her eyes as we both got naked. As was our practice whenever we bathed together, we got into the tub and faced each other. I smiled at her and let my eyes drop to her pussy as she stepped into the tub, making sure she saw where I was looking. Her face didn't get as red as her pussy lips but it got close. I didn't let on much but I'm sure she saw some strangeness in my stare. When we were both in the tub she quickly began to slip her foot between my legs, as she knew I liked, rubbing my cock and balls wit her toes. I let my cock get hard and the look of worry seemed to leave her face. No, I didn't fuck her, though she tried to give me a blowjob. I told her I knew she was tired and that we'd have plenty of time for sex after she had rested. Listen, I wanted to make her suck my cock. I wanted to hold her head and ram my cock down her throat. I had that kind of angry passion in me but I resisted. You may not have, but I did. And I felt better for it. I didn't fuck her then and I didn't fuck her the next day or the next. She waited for me to make the overtures, but I didn't. This wasn't entirely out of character for me, for us. We often did this same thing for whatever reasons people do such things. So, it wasn't as if she would automatically believe that something was wrong. After almost a week I did fuck her. It was in our usual way with both of us displaying enough passion to make the other cum. To be honest, I didn't have any trouble getting and staying hard, as I thought I might. There was a point at which I felt the anger rising as I fucked her, pushing me to slap her as hard as I could, but I found a way to let that passion push me over the edge into a very powerful orgasm. It was one of the strongest I had ever had. And yeah, she noticed but was smart enough not to ask where the intensity had come from. After that, I never fucked her again. For all who know what they would have done, let me say that I entertained more scenarios than I can recall. I planned to try to set her boyfriend up with another woman, taping it and then showing her what a bastard he really was. I thought of taping myself as I fucked other women, doing all the things I wanted to do, then sending it to her when I was out of town. The list of fantasies was long and varied. You can probably think of some more innovative ways than I did to get back at her. But, know that I examined many, yet found myself ultimately rejecting them all. What did I do? Well, as I said, I stopped fucking her. I made weak excuses purposefully, knowing that she wouldn't press too much because she wasn't sure what really was going on. After a while she made no approaches sexually and just watched me with eyes that were sad and curious at the same time. After a couple of months I made her a video. I had the one of her and her boyfriend playing behind me as I spoke. There were the pictures and sounds of her getting fucked like the slut she was. My speech was simple. I told her how I had come by the video. Told her that I had watched the entire thing. Told her that I knew her boyfriend was coming to live in our town soon, if he wasn't there already, which I was pretty sure he wasn't. There was a temptation to be mean and spiteful, which I knew I had the right to be, but I decided on another way. As her moans and groans filled the room and the pictures of her sucking and fucking played over my shoulder, I told her that what bothered me the most was that all the things she had done with her boyfriend were things that I had wanted with her. Things I had asked her to do with me. She had always refused. My understanding had been that she just didn't believe those things were right. That her religious convictions kept her from letting go with me, her husband. I let that soak in as I turned to watch her and her boyfriend fucking on the TV behind me. When I turned back all I felt was resolve. I even smiled as I began to end my speech. My own desire, I informed her, was to find someone who would share themselves with me like she did with her boyfriend. And, I told her, that was going to be my mission in life. I told her I loved her and that we had had some pretty good times in fifteen years. But, I knew that those times were over. Then I told her I wanted a divorce. By this time I had let go of most of the emotions that would've made me want to cry, which I had done enough of. I smiled again, told her she'd be hearing form my lawyer and that I hoped she and her boyfriend would be happy together. That part was only partly true. I'm not a hater. But, I am a human being and though I don't wish misery on anyone, I hoped they would have some shitty times now and then. Anyway, I closed the video by moving out of the frame and slowly zooming in on the screen that showed the two of them fucking like animals. I left it there for a few minutes just to make the point, then shut off the camera. To her credit, she didn't try to deny anything. She did ask me to reconsider, promising to break off all relations with her boyfriend. But you know what? I knew she just couldn't promise that. Hell, I knew I didn't want to make her do that because I would've always wondered where her heart was, wondered how much she wanted to be fucked by the man who obviously lit her up like a Christmas tree. I knew my own limitations. So, there I ended up in my lawyer's office with the question hanging in the air. Did I know what I wanted out of the divorce? "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do," I answered. "I want to get it over with quickly and quietly. Half of everything. Split right down the middle." Susan Deland frowned at me. "You can get everything, just about. You sure you just want to split things fifty-fifty? That tape..." she nodded toward the blue screen. "Yeah, I know," I said, "But I just want out and to get on with my life. I'll hang onto the tape in case I ever need it but I'm pretty sure I won't." With that we drew up the papers. And several weeks later they were served to my wife who was living in an apartment by herself. Her boyfriend had moved to town but she hadn't moved in with him and that was all I knew about that situation. I eventually sold the house and bought another in another part of town. Did I ever find a woman who wanted to share herself with me like my ex-wife did or does with her boyfriend? No, but I'm still looking. You know what I did find? I found peace. I can live with the way I handled things and move on knowing I was true to my own convictions. I also decided to be very honest and up front with anyone I had a relationship with. I let it be known what I was looking for and let them see who I am. I'm looking for the same in the other person. One day I'll find them. Until then, well, I'll just keep looking. The Video Ch. 02 Author's note: If you are here now, you need to read Frat House Troopers by Xavier Mayne first, otherwise this story will make no sense at all. The characters and storyline in this series are made to fit together with Frat House Troopers. The characters and story are used with Xavier Mayne's permission. Thank you, XM, for letting me borrow Brandt and Donnelly :) Please be warned, this series contains scenes of a graphic nature involving male on male sex. If this is not for you, don't read and don't complain. I did warn you :) This story is purely fictional, in real life safe sex is critical and essential! Any scenes without the use of condoms are not intended to promote unprotected sex but to maintain the flow of prose. Enjoy! * Over the next few days, Donnelly struggled to keep it together. Two things were now constant in his world. One was the never-ending cycle of thoughts whirling in his mind. What the hell happened? What does it mean? The strongest orgasm of my life came from jerking off to a sex video of my best friend. How could I do that to him? How did it happen? What the hell does that mean? The other constant was the video. In his head he kept seeing Brandt in scenes from the film. The striptease that was more effective than Viagra, the shower scene and the near orgasm, the brutal, passionate masturbation on the bed and, of course, the climax. Donnelly couldn't get over the image of Brandt having an orgasm. Arching on the bed, head thrown back, hand fisting his penis and thick ropes of cum shooting powerfully across his taut belly... The expression on Ethan's face of unadulterated ecstasy was...unforgettable. Three times he'd woken up at night ejaculating with his partner's name on his lips. Nine times already he'd replayed the video at home by himself, touching and stroking himself to completion. Half the time Donnelly didn't even make it past the shower scene before erupting in an orgasm that hit him like a wrecking ball every time. His cock was raw and his balls were tender and he'd never been more sexed-up in his entire life. The video scenes overlaid every waking moment of reality—flustering Donnelly when he was with the real Brandt—and they dominated his dreams at night. As soon as he was asleep, he entered an erotic world where he did things to Ethan and things were done to him. Donnelly felt so intimately familiar with his partner's body the urge to touch Ethan, slide arms around his waist and kiss him, was a demon Donnelly had to battle every damn day. He was grateful beyond words that Brandt was too distracted to notice that his partner was off with the fucking fairies. Ha! More than once he'd had to stop himself from calling Ethan 'babe' or 'gorgeous' instead of by his last name, had to restrain himself from flirting. And yeah, he got hard pretty much every time he saw Brandt. Much to his embarrassment, Donnelly had gone back to Camp & Dragg by himself and asked Bryce for some help hiding his erection problem. He'd endured several humiliating fittings and unequivocally shut down Bryce's suggestion that he bone up for a proper decision. "Are you going for modelling job too, honey?" Bryce then asked. "What? No! Why would you think that? Ethan's the one with the looks," Donnelly grumbled, blushing to the tips of his ears. To his horror, as soon as he thought of his partner and his partner's good looks, Donnelly plumped up down below. Bryce was at least sensitive enough not to point out that they were getting their 'proper fitting' after all, though his smirk spoke volumes. "Uh huh. Well, right now I'm looking at 210lbs of hotness that tells me you and Ethan are a matched set," Bryce retorted with a raised eyebrow and a saucy smile. "...on't know what you're talkin' 'bout," Donnelly murmured. "Uh huh," Bryce repeated, dripping with skepticism. "You two boys are the finest pieces of ass ever to grace the mirrors of Camp & Dragg. Let me give you a piece of advice, hun. You and he belong together. And you better make that happen before someone else comes along—girl or guy." Donnelly frowned, a denial ready to go, but for some reason, what Bryce was suggesting felt more right than the automatic argument on the tip of his tongue. Finally, begging the shop assistant to keep his visit a secret, Donnelly walked out with a bag full of Ginch Gonch underwear that a dismayed Bryce swore up and down would "cloak the mighty dragon, although why you'd want to hide that monster is a complete mystery to me..." But even after all that had happened, Donnelly's mind still refused to acknowledge two rock-solid truths—one, he was gay, and two, he was in love with his best friend. His consciousness ignored the voice in the corner of his mind, getting louder every day, that told him he wasn't the same man anymore. However, when the subject of the auction came up, one thing became vehemently clear—no chance in hell was Donnelly letting some perverted freak watch Brandt jerk off for a whole hour. No. Fucking. Way. Donnelly would do whatever he had to to be on the other end of that webcam link when the auction time was up. They had a solid plan for that, even joked that they would play some chess. Everything would be okay. The auction would come and go, and sooner than they thought, the case would be over and they could put this whole mess behind them, go back to chasing killers and thieves. And Donnelly wouldn't have to think anymore about why his partner lit his body on fire in a way no woman ever had. He wouldn't have to think about how much Ethan meant to him. After the announcement of the auction, Donnelly had had to endure one afternoon of pure torture jock shopping with Brandt. Sporting Wood was like a Foot Locker gone wrong. Sporting goods stores had always been bastions of masculinity, places where men go to talk about sports and camping and fishing and lifting weights, to talk about being a man. At Sporting Wood, Donnelly had never felt more threatened. From the moment they entered the store they were pounced on and hustled into yet another dressing room. To Donnelly's distress, his partner immediately got naked, just as Brandt had apparently come to expect. Confronted yet again with Brandt's gorgeous, nude body, Donnelly immediately developed a hard-on. What?" Brandt asked. "Nothing," Donnelly replied. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck and...double fuck! "You're staring at me," Brandt remarked, stating the fucking obvious. Because you're naked and hot, thought Donnelly with a maniacal giggle. "What's up?" his partner went on. Uhh, my dick, why do you ask? "You're awfully quick to get naked these days, aren't you?" Donnelly snapped. This was all Brandt's fault. Brandt and his gloriously muscular body. Brandt and his phenomenal cock. "In case you haven't noticed, I've kind of had to get used to it the last few days. I figure it's easier if I just get right to it. Otherwise Andy's going to get here and just stare at me, and then it's awkward." Donnelly nearly choked. "Yeah, wouldn't want to be awkward. This is much better—just me in here with you all naked," he replied weakly. Privately, he thought it was better. The two of them alone. Together. In a tight space. With plenty of privacy. And one of them stark naked. Oh god... "Oh grow up, ya pussy," Brandt grumbled. The next thing Donnelly knew, a pair of underwear was sailing toward him. He only just ducked out of the way, turning to stare at the garment like it was a poisonous snake ready to bite him on the cock. Donnelly pictured Brandt's knickers leaping up from the floor and wrapping round his penis and lost it, doubling over in a fit of giggles. "You sick fuck! You're enjoying this!" In his hysterical state, Donnelly wasn't sure who he was speaking to—his partner or himself. At least Brandt was laughing too and not looking at him like he was a crazy person, which Donnelly was freely prepared to admit he completely was. "You looked like a kid at the zoo that a monkey has just flung poo at!" That sent off another round of giggles that only drove Donnelly even further off the deep end because the sight of Brandt's rippling muscles as he laughed, his bouncing cock, turned him on even more. When Andy came in, the edge of hysteria had died off, thank god. But when he too dropped his shorts it was all too much and Donnelly nearly lost his cool. Here was yet another man who supposedly wasn't gay yet took his clothes off for other men all the time. Donnelly was overwhelmed. Gay, straight, naked, men, cocks, asses, hard-ons, cum, orgasms, masturbation... It all swirled into one massive miasma of sexual identity confusion, a crisis that Donnelly couldn't make sense of. And in the middle of it all was Brandt. God help me, we are definitely not in Kansas anymore. The night before the auction, Donnelly lay awake in bed staring up at a darkened ceiling. He was exhausted yet sleep held no respite for him anymore. But lying there naked under cool cotton sheets in the silence of his room, he found a moment of languorous peace in which to try and sort out his head. The bidding on the auction had reached $15,000, $4000 under the Chief's limit, and Donnelly was somewhat relieved. The price was within range, even if there was a bidding bump at the end. It wasn't somewhere in the hundreds of thousands, which Donnelly had been afraid might happen. Only the Chief knew that Donnelly was throwing an extra $5k of his own money in to the budget, wisely not questioning the state trooper's motives. He could also get his hands on another five large if he had to. Winning this auction had become more important to Donnelly than anything before in his life. The most basic of instincts drove him to protect his mate, though he was still not examining too closely the definition of the word 'mate'. Whatever. As long as it was his face Brandt saw on the screen tomorrow night, it didn't matter. Tomorrow night. Donnelly had avoided thinking about it other than to dredge through his closet the night before looking for his chess set. There was a piece missing on the white side but with a smile, he grabbed his keys and unhooked a spent shotgun shell casing he used as a keyring, substituting the missing knight with it. The irony didn't escape him—using the shell Brandt had fired once to save Donnelly's life as the white knight. Well, now it was Donnelly's turn to save his partner. Lying naked under the sheets in his bed, Donnelly contemplated the upcoming video chat. He knew what was going to happen if he won the bid, what should happen. But for the first time since the auction was brought up, Donnelly allowed himself to think about what he wanted to happen. Brandt would no doubt be wearing the white jock strap they had shopped for. In the frat house, surrounded by people who only knew him as Jason, the hard-up-for-money college student, he would have to follow through with the charade all the way until the door closed on their privacy. So Ethan would be clothed only in that tiny strip of white cotton and silk... "Ohh god," Donnelly groaned. His cock immediately punched into erection as a thrill rushed through his veins. He imagined that Brandt would keep up the act, taunting Donnelly with his body. Sliding his hand down to his penis, Donnelly wrapped his fingers around the shaft and caressed his length as a fantasy began to unfold... "So what do you want me to do?" Brandt said in his deep, husky voice. His green eyes bored into Gabriel, pupils blowing wide as he saw that his 'client' was similarly clothed in only a pair of Ginch Gonch underwear. "Mmmm...love your outfit, by the way." "Don't get attached to it. It's coming off in a minute. I want you to strip off that jock and show me what you got. Wanna see everything...Mason," Gabriel answered, emphasising the phony name of his partner. Brandt laughed softly, acknowledging the joke. "Everything? You'll have to be more specific...Gabriel," he countered, lazily arching his near-naked form on the bed he was using for his 'performance'. Gabriel gasped quietly, licking his lips, eyes skimming over Brandt's nearly naked body gently undulating. Donnelly shifted restlessly on the bed he'd chosen for the video date. Already he felt himself growing erect and this time he had no intention of hiding it; he wanted Ethan to see precisely how aroused he was. All for you, Ethan. Only for you. "Your nipples. Your cock. Wanna see your hole." Gabriel raised a challenging eyebrow, teasing Brandt in return by lightly stroking his belly and letting his legs fall open. The front of his briefs was tented obscenely, a long, hard ridge clearly defined and punctuated by a damp spot. Ethan moaned, eyes closing halfway, lips parting as his breath came faster. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." The head of Ethan's rigid cock threatened the waistband of the jockstrap, an erection distending the pouch beyond it's limits. Oh fuck. "Deal." Brandt grinned and immediately got up on his knees on the bed, turning away from the webcam. Gabriel hissed when he caught his first glimpse of Ethan's perfect ass, bisected by the thin elastic strip of the white jock. He groaned when Brandt's hands smoothed down his lower back, over the taut globes of muscles, pulling them slightly apart. "Mmmmohh...fuck yeah. Keep going, babe." Gabriel moved to kneel on his bed too, teasing his nipples as he watched his partner slowly peel away the tiny undergarment. As Brandt bent forward and the jock was tugged down to his knees, he flashed his crevice at his 'client', smiling to himself as he heard a whimpered swear word. He straightened up and looked back over his shoulder. "Okay so far?" Gabriel growled. Brandt knew damn well everything was fucking fantastic on the other end of the line. "Turn around," Gabriel croaked. His whole body was shaking with excitement and his briefs were uncomfortable now, stuffed full of hard, aching, weeping cock. He resisted touching himself. There was so much more to 'come' and he didn't want to 'blow it' too soon. But it was almost unstoppable. When Brandt turned around, Gabriel nearly lost control. His gorgeous partner was buck naked and fully erect, a searing heat in his eyes only for Gabriel. "Gabriel, there's something I have to tell you," he husked, cock pulsing before him. "And from the looks of that tent in your underwear, I'd say you have something to tell me too." "Yeah," Gabriel breathed, wetting his lips as he gazed at his partner's hypnotically twitching cock. "I think you might be right." "I want you, Gabriel. Always have. It just took this messed up assignment to make me realise it." "Ahhfuck, Ethan...love you...want you bad..." "Ohhyeah...kiss me, fuck me, Gabriel..." Donnelly arched in his bed, crying out Ethan's name, as his fantasy tripped the orgasm he'd been stroking toward. "Oh! Oh! Ohhh..." Copious pulses of cum spurted from his penis, making a complete mess of his hand, his belly and his sheets. As if he cared. Donnelly whimpered and groaned, his strong body rocking his cock into his fist over and over as his release ripped through him like a nuclear detonation. He swam in a scorching sea of overwhelming pleasure. "Ethan...want you..." No doubts anymore. Donnelly was listening to every word that voice in the corner was saying and it was telling him he needed Brandt like he needed air to survive. When the final drips welled from his spent sex, he collapsed back on the bed, shame and longing, guilt and desire tearing him up inside. Wanting Ethan was one thing. Convincing Ethan to want him back was something else. "Fuck, Ethan..." Ah shit. --- The Video Ch. 03 Author's note: If you are here now, you need to read Frat House Troopers by Xavier Mayne first, otherwise this story will make no sense at all. The characters and storyline in this series are made to fit together with Frat House Troopers. The characters and story are used with Xavier Mayne's permission. Thank you, XM, for letting me borrow Brandt and Donnelly :) Please be warned, this series contains scenes of a graphic nature involving male on male sex. If this is not for you, don't read and don't complain. I did warn you :) This story is purely fictional, in real life safe sex is critical and essential! Any scenes without the use of condoms are not intended to promote unprotected sex but to maintain the flow of prose. Enjoy! * The day of the auction was hell. Donnelly had called Brandt first thing to let him know where the bidding was at because Ethan flat-out refused to look for himself. When Donnelly had gone to bed the night before, the bidding was at US$15,080. When he woke up the next morning, it had jumped to $16,375. The troopers were biting their nails. They had agreed that Donnelly would stay home and continue bidding with no distractions and he had called upon the tech guys at work to help him get set up properly. Walters came over early to set up a satellite link to the internet to avoid lag times on page loading and to cope with the video relay chat should Donnelly win the auction. He also installed a custom-built bidding program that would out-perform the many programs designed to win auctions on eBay. So unless there was a world-class hacker bidding from inside the CIA building itself, Walters pretty much guaranteed Donnelly would be able to respond to outbids faster than anyone. As long as Donnelly kept an eye on the time and the money didn't exceed the budget, there was no reason he wouldn't win. Still, it was one of the most nerve-wracking days Donnelly had experienced since he'd joined the State Police. Around noon, he found himself cracking up from the pressure, sorely tempted to consume serious quantities of alcohol. With no relief in sight, he decided—shamefully—that there was really only one thing that would help. Taking a break from the auction, he navigated to the Str8FratDudes page with Brandt's video on it—the URL of which he now knew by heart—and tugged open his fly. Donnelly got hard within seconds, just from thinking of what he was about to do—yet again—and when the video once more began to play, he grabbed his cock and started rubbing, his dribbling pre-cum lubing up the shaft quite nicely. Alive with pleasure, Donnelly stared lustfully at Brandt fisting his big, heavy dick furiously in the shower scene of the video. The wet, clicking sounds of Donnelly's hand sliding up his veined penis, over the flared ridge of his cock head and back down, blended with his shuddering breaths. Donnelly's autoerotic session the night before had opened the floodgates of his subconscious, and now that he'd admitted to himself that yes, he was gay and definitely in love with Brandt, Donnelly entertained all these new thoughts and fantasies while he masturbated. For the first time, he fantasised about actually having sex with his partner. In his mind, Brandt was stretched out naked on a bed while, lying in between his legs, Donnelly sucked on that beautiful, hard cock until it flooded his mouth with cum. He imagined kneeling behind his best friend who moaned for him on hands and knees. He saw himself prying apart Brandt's muscular butt cheeks, gazing at his hot, puckered hole, so ready to be fucked by Donnelly's aching prick. He fantasised watching as his dick plunged into Brandt's tight virgin ass, holding his hips and pulling him back onto his cock repeatedly. Most surprising and frightening of all of these strange, new thoughts was where Donnelly was the one who lay flat on his back, legs open wide, with Brandt first licking his anus, fingering him and finally sliding his penis inside Donnelly's ass, slowly thrusting in and out while Donnelly begged him to fuck faster, fuck harder. It shocked him because nothing had been up there beyond a doctor's prostate-probing finger and he couldn't imagine Brandt's dick in there feeling anything but uncomfortable. And yet, he longed to be joined to Brandt in that way, to feel Ethan's hard penis moving inside him, see his beautiful face transformed into disbelieving ecstasy as he came harder than ever before. Minutes after he decided to masturbate, minutes into watching Brandt's hand pumping his throbbing cock on camera, Donnelly cried out his partner's name and semen exploded from the tip of his penis in wet, white ribbons while he rode the twenty-foot waves of an intense orgasm. It was one of those days, when Brandt's near-climax in the shower had been more than enough to trip Donnelly into cumming. With the edge now taken off, he felt loads—ha ha!—better, able to focus on the auction. Except for those fifteen minutes, Donnelly's eyes hadn't left the bidding counter all day. Brandt called late in the afternoon, near the end of the auction, to check in and to tell Donnelly that he was on his way over to the frat house. The bidding had jumped to $18,635 and Brandt was panicked. At this point Donnelly wasn't worried but there was nothing he could say to make his partner feel better short of giving away his secret about the extra money, which he was so not ready to do yet. He tried to reassure Brandt anyway, without much success. "Easy for you to say! You aren't the one who has to jerk off in front of some random pervert wearing a only piece of dental floss between my ass cheeks and half a sock over my cock and balls!" Ethan complained, which gave Donnelly a mental image and yet another freakin' hard-on. Don't worry, you'll be jerking off for me instead, baby. Oooh fuck. "C'mon, bab—Brandt. Calm down." Shit. Donnelly nearly fucked up again. He wasn't going to be able to keep a lid on this much longer, he also wasn't so sure things would go back to normal once this case was done, at least not in his heart, in his head or with his dick. "I'm calm, I'm calm. Shit." Brandt sighed. "Heh, yeah. See you on the other end of the line." "Yeah. Here's hoping. See ya." --- Five minutes until the close of bidding and Donnelly was now panicked as well. The price had reach $20,790 and he didn't know what to do—wait until the last second of bidding and bump it slightly higher, leaving no time for anyone else to outbid him, or lay it all on the line, all $24k, and hope that the massive jump would knock everyone out at once with no time to recover. Troopers, however, thought on their feet and had good instincts and Donnelly's gut was telling him to lay it all on the line. With shaking hands, he typed in his maximum bid, hit enter and waited. Heart pounding in his throat, Donnelly watched the bidding counter and the forum posts. One went completely dead while the other exploded with activity. Two minutes, fifty-three seconds... One minute, twenty-seven... Sixteen seconds... C'mon, c'mon... **THE AUCTION IS NOW CLOSED** Taking the first deep breath in nearly an hour, Donnelly stared at the screen. There were fifty-eight new forum messages... "Dude, WTF?! $24k????" "OMG. I can't match that without speaking 2 my goddam TF advisr." "Well, bravo. Mason is def. 24 karat gold." ...and the closing bid was $24,000. Holy shit. I won. His shock was interrupted by an email alert. It was from the house, congratulating him on his win, listing the IP address for the weblink and login details for this special session, as well as the number of an escrow account in which to deposit the money. The video date would commence in one hour's time. Donnelly picked up his phone to send a text, but with a smile, he changed his mind and decided to surprise Ethan. When he put the phone back down, it rang, giving him one hell of a fright. Get a grip, Gabriel. "Donnelly here," he announced, answering the phone. "Well?" It was the Chief. "Uh, yeah. I won." "Don't you mean we won, trooper?" It was hard to tell when the Chief was amused, but Donnelly thought he detected a smirk on the other end. "Uh, yeah. Of course, that's what I meant. Um." Gabriel's face blushed in embarrassment. The Chief knew something was up with Donnelly but he also knew that if it had anything to do with the case, Donnelly would say something. Clearly, it was none of his business. However, the Chief wasn't above a little teasing now and then. "Uh huh. Well, I'll put you through to Walters to arrange the transfer of funds. Have fun, trooper," the Chief signed off, his amusement obvious this time. "Uh, thanks, Chief." Donnelly waited on the line for Walters and a few seconds later... "What's up, Donnelly?" "Hey, Walters. We need to transfer the money into the house's escrow account." "Right. What's the final amount?" "Twenty-four large." Walters whistled appreciatively. "For twenty-four grand, you'd better be gettin' some from Brandt." Donnelly's whole body tensed. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" he snapped. "Whoa! Calm down, cowboy! High strung much? Jeez, I was only fucking with you! Uh, why don't you just give me the account number and we can get that money sorted for you. Yes?" Swearing at himself for being so tightly wound, Donnelly mumbled an apology and rattled off the account details and then waiting for Walters to do his thing. "Okay, buddy. All set. The money's in the account. Twenty-four thousand US dollars." "Thanks." "Want me to hack into the feed and record it? In case they need it for evidence?" the Statey Tech Officer asked. "NO! " Donnelly cried out in alarm. Fuck, no! "I mean, no thank you, Walters. That won't be necessary." "Alright, alright. Take a chill pill and relax, dude. The hard part's over. Just have a good time with your partner, man." Again with the innuendo. With a curt goodbye, Donnelly signed off and raked his hands through his short, straight black hair. He needed to get ready for the video date. He had forty-five minutes until Brandt signed on to the session. It's just chess with Brandt. Calm down. You aren't actually going to do the sex. Nonetheless, Donnelly decided to take a shower and change. It had been a long day and he was ready to relax. Under the hot water, Donnelly sighed, squeezing out some body wash and rubbing himself down. His mind was occupied with the hour he was about to spend with Brandt. Over the years as partners at work, they'd grown awfully close, officially labelling each other best friends. Donnelly loved spending time with Brandt. Ethan was smart and funny and they had so much in common. It was a wonder Donnelly hadn't introduced Ethan to his family sooner. On hindsight, this case probably wasn't the best timing, with Brandt so distracted and all, but it had worked out okay and they had enjoyed themselves with Will, Lucas, Chris and the kids. With a pang, Donnelly wished his brother could've been there. He and his life partner would've drooled all over Ethan. They could've drooled together. As he washed, Donnelly absently started teasing his cock to hardness. He hadn't intended to jerk off again but after the last few hours, Donnelly admitted he could do with some relief. Again. With a sigh, he gripped his cock a little tighter, unsurprised to find it completely erect after only a minute of touch. Lately that thing had been wired to harden at the drop of a hat. This time though, he decided to experiment a little. With one hand firmly on his wet, slippery cock, Donnelly reached behind with the other to delve into his crack. With a sharp gasp, he discovered the area around his anus was surprisingly sensitive. He teased around the hole with his fingertips, enjoying the apparent connection between his ass and his cock, leisurely stroking his shaft. "Oh my god, feels good..." Who'da thunk it? With a soft grunt, he pushed his finger inside, wincing a little at the stretch. Again, he was surprised at the sensation. It was a full feeling but oddly pleasurable and the more he pushed inside, the more he itched to be filled. With a groan, Donnelly began pumping his finger in and out of his asshole, growing more aggressive with each thrust. "OOHHHFUCK'NSHIT! What the fuck was that?" Donnelly struck something inside himself that sent a bolt of lightning to his cock. It felt...fucking incredible. So he did it again. "Ohh god yes..." Lost in his self-discovery, Donnelly pulled on his penis in time with the plunges inside his ass, squeezing the head at the same time he hit that magic spot. With a low groan, he rocked his hips, fucking up into his hand and back onto his finger, and in record time, he felt his balls drawing up close to his body, a quivering in his lower belly that meant only one thing—he was going to cum. Spectacularly. "Ohhh my god...oh, fuck, here it comes..." With a cry, he jerked and a pulse of hot semen shot out a lot futher than usual. He was in ecstasy! His ass muscles clamped down on his finger in time with the blasts of cum and his mindless groans. Ohhgod, I am so gay. I have got to do this to Brandt, he's gonna love it. Except he probably wouldn't. Ethan's not gay, remember? Ohh, he'd consider it if you did something to him that felt this good. Donnelly's orgasm died off and left him slumped against the tiles, trying to get his breath back. Shit. --- Two minutes to the uplink and Donnelly was still on the phone with Walters sorting out technical shit. The video link setup had been deployed five minutes before and the first test of the webcam had failed so Donnelly was stuffing around with cables, getting frustrated. Finally, Walters gave him some good news. "Okay, buddy, I'm getting a picture of your bed and...what's that? A chess board?" he remarked with a giggle. "Are we good to go or not?" Donnelly growled, his tone stating clearly that his bed and everything on it was none of Walters's business. "Yeah, we're good. Best of luck, buddy. Give Brandt a big, fat, wet kiss for me." "Yeah, thanks." Donnelly mashed the button on the phone and ran to the kitchen for a glass of water, hurrying back as fast as he could. When he finally sat on the bed, leaving the glass on the bedside table, Brandt's image was clearly displayed on the laptop screen. Donnelly's heart leapt. There was a minute or two of awkward silence as Brandt processed the surprise that it was Donnelly who'd in fact won the auction and Donnelly just gazed at the man he now realised beyond doubt he'd fallen in love with. "Hi, I'm Mason," Brandt said, so quietly Donnelly wondered for a second if there was a problem with the sound. "Hi, Mason, I'm pleased to meet you," he joked, playing along with the charade. Only Brandt wasn't smiling. In fact he looked like he was about to throw up and his eyes constantly flickered off camera. "So. What's your name?" Brandt asked. Huh? "Gabriel," he replied tentatively. Something was very wrong. Donnelly's instincts flared up and he tried to look for signs that something had changed. "So, Gabriel, what do you want me to do?" Donnelly's mind went a little weird. For a moment he wasn't sure whether he was asleep or awake. Brandt's words echoed those of his fantasy from the night before so closely, Donnelly had to question his sanity. "I thought we were going to play chess," he said unsteadily. Brandt laughed a brittle laugh. "You didn't pay all that money to play chess, did you? No, I think what you wanted was some of this." Brandt tore off his shirt and flexed his muscles, an intense look in his eyes. Donnelly was robbed of coherent thought in one instant. Oh my god. So fucking hot... He knew there was something important he had to be worrying about, but in the face of all his partner's hotness, Donnelly couldn't for the life of him remember what that was. "Do you like what you see?" Brandt asked, his voice the kind of sultry that only appeared in Donnelly's fantasies. "Um, yes?" Donnelly answered. What the hell is going on? It felt like he'd walked into one of his wet dreams except that Brandt was obviously extremely tense. His partner was clearly trying to show him something and it wasn't just his naked flesh. So why doesn't Brandt just say something? "Great. Then how about we get more comfortable?" Brandt undid the top button of his shorts and Donnelly swore he'd just died of a heart attack, except one part of his anatomy was still very much alive and wanting to do its job. As Brandt unzipped his shorts, slowly sliding them off his long muscular legs, Donnelly shifted on the bed and for the third time today, his body prepared itself for sex. Oh fuck. The red jock. He's wearing the... "Wow," Donnelly gasped. "Like it? It's new." "I didn't think you'd be wearing the red one." In his fantasy, Brandt had been wearing the white one. But the red one, it drew his eyes like blood at a crime scene, impossible to look away from, cradling Ethan's cock and balls like a silk hammock. Donnelly stared at Brandt's crotch. The gentle sway of his package was hypnotic. "A friend of mine helped pick it out. I wanted a regular white one, but he liked this one so I decided to wear it instead." "Well, your friend has good taste," Donnelly smiled weakly. He was desperately trying to keep his head. For some reason, Brandt was determined to stay in character. It seemed important so Donnelly played along but damn, this situation was so close to the scene he'd jerked off to last night that whatever Brandt was trying to tell him just wasn't getting through the growing haze of lust clouding Donnelly's mind. C'mon, think. Concentrate, asshole! "Wait until you see the back," Brandt said sexily, before slowly turning away from the camera. That's when the penny dropped. Something had been nagging at Donnelly since the session began and he only just figured out what it was. From the very beginning, Brandt had been glancing behind and to the left of the camera every few seconds. Had it not been for his fantasy playing out right in front of him, Donnelly would've figured out much sooner that there was someone else in the room with Brandt. Someone he couldn't see. Sucking in a horrified gasp, several things happened in his head at once. Surprise, obviously, and shock. Then supreme discomfort at having an unknown voyeur watching his private moment with Brandt. Hot on the heels of that was fierce jealousy and rage. How dare he watch my partner getting naked! And last but not least, the final realisation as Brandt flexed his gorgeous ass. We're doing this for real. Oh god, we're really gonna do this for real! "Oh, man, you are so hot," Donnelly murmured on autopilot as he tried to process this new development. "Thank you," Brandt responded to his compliment, facing the camera again. "You aren't so bad yourself." Donnelly's mind was back to working again, and working furiously it was. First off, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to watch his words now. He could say what he had longed to say to Ethan since the day he'd first watched the video. Second, he realised he now had to watch his words in a whole other way, being careful not to betray their familiarity or compromise the investigation to whomever was observing their 'date'. After that, he noticed that Brandt was visibly calmer after seeing that they were now both on the same page. Lastly, he panicked about what to do. Obviously Donnelly was now on the stage as well and expected to give a performance. Their watcher would know something was wrong if Donnelly didn't act like a guy who'd paid $24k to watch another guy jerk off. And that meant he had to... The Video Ch. 04 Author's note: If you are here now, you need to read Frat House Troopers by Xavier Mayne first, otherwise this story will make no sense at all. The characters and storyline in this series are made to fit together with Frat House Troopers. The characters and story are used with Xavier Mayne's permission. Thank you, XM, for letting me borrow Brandt and Donnelly :) Please be warned, this series contains scenes of a graphic nature involving male on male sex. If this is not for you, don't read and don't complain. I did warn you :) This story is purely fictional, in real life safe sex is critical and essential! Any scenes without the use of condoms are not intended to promote unprotected sex but to maintain the flow of prose. Enjoy! * Reality crashed like an A380 Airbus into an office building about ten minutes after the link was terminated. Gabriel only just made it to the toilet before throwing up everything but his hair follicles, crawling into the shower afterward to contemplate how badly he'd fucked things up tonight. If Brandt didn't hunt him down and kill him tonight, Monday morning there'd most certainly be a transfer order waiting on the Chief's desk. Instead of Brandt's, Gabriel half expected it to be his transfer with his signature forged at bottom of the form. He wouldn't contest it if that happened. After all, it was only what he deserved for violating Ethan's trust. Gabriel seriously considered leaving the Troopers altogether, finding some anonymous job in some anonymous city. If he'd broken the trust of his partner, his best friend, once already, he could do it again with another partner. And the dissolution of trust was what got troopers killed. So, yeah, he'd probably be doing everyone a favour by resigning. But first, before he left, he had to find Brandt and...what, explain? How could he when he didn't even understand himself? Didn't matter. He had to try, had to see the man he loved one more time before he disappeared forever. Shaking, Gabriel got out of the shower, clothed himself and grabbed his keys. It took twenty minutes to get to Brandt's place and he used his spare key to go inside the darkened apartment. Ethan arrived not long after, surprised to see Gabriel there. Yeah right. Where else would I go? Gabriel expected Brandt's rage, his scorn. He expected to get the shit kicked out of him. Only, things didn't pan out like he'd thought they would. No, that's not true. It started like he thought it would and for a moment there he thought it would end that way too. But for the kiss. It was the most magical, most bewildering, most surprising kiss Gabriel had ever experienced. It didn't last long, that first contact. It wasn't especially passionate or even coordinated. And yet it held all the power of something that had been building for years. It lit Gabriel up like a Roman candle. And then it was followed by a rain of many more until each kiss had no beginning and no end, just one infinite cord of passion connecting Ethan to Gabriel. Now they were both drunk off their asses and the confessions were flowing freely. Brandt was giggling hysterically. "You went back to Camp & Dragg by yourself to buy underwear?" Gabriel blushed furiously but was unable to stop a smile. "Uh, yeah." "Hahahahaha!" Tears were running down Brandt's face. "That must've been interesting. Did good ol' Bryce cop a feel?" "Several," answered Gabriel, now laughing himself. "He wanted me to, uh, bone up for a proper fitting." That set his partner off even more and Brandt was now rolling around on the floor. "And did you? Did you give a dog a bone?" Gabriel didn't answer but he didn't have to, his red cheeks said it all. "You did! Didn't you?" "Bryce nearly passed out." "Hahaha! I'll bet he did. I nearly passed out tonight when I saw that monster," Brandt giggled. Gabriel glowed with drunken pride at the compliment to his manhood. "How the hell did it happen? You didn't let Bryce...pump you up, did you?" "Ah, no. I was just, uh, thinking of you and..." Gabriel raised his fist in 'salute', sending Brandt into another fit of laughter. When it died down, Ethan was a bit more serious. "Wait. You got hard thinking of me?" Ethan had a shy smile on his face that was downright adorable. "Always," Gabe replied with a crooked grin. The smile faded from his partner's lips, giving way to a scorching look in his eyes. "And are you hard now?" Brandt asked, his voice deepening. He wet his lips slowly, having noticed Gabriel track the movement whenever he did it. "Come and find out," Gabriel challenged hoarsely, his own desire coming through his words. He'd been achingly erect ever since the kiss and his cock wasn't going down without help. Brandt stifled a grin, biting his lip saucily. Without a word, he picked up the almost empty Jaeger bottle from next to the dozen empty beer bottles, poured a shot and slammed it. Ethan then crawled over on all fours to where Gabriel sat in an arm chair. Gabe straightened up a little, swallowing visibly at the sexy sight of a barefoot Ethan prowling across the floor like a jungle cat, wearing a white t-shirt, riding up his torso, and loose-fit ripped jeans, riding low on his hips. Gabriel allowed his legs to fall open, giving his partner access as Brandt came to a stop, kneeling between his own bare feet. Gabriel's pulse thundered as Ethan ran a finger up from his ankle to his knee. Then from his knee, a hand skimmed up his thigh, inside the leg of his cargo shorts. He hissed as Ethan's palm pressed into his crotch. A gentle massage over his underwear, following the ridge of his penis from root to tip, made him groan. "Fuck," he whispered, his cock pulsing in Ethan's hand. Licking his lips again, Ethan smiled lop-sidedly, pleased with what he'd found. Twenty-four hours ago, Gabriel couldn't conceive of a situation where Brandt would willingly rub his erect cock. Hell, four hours ago he couldn't imagine it. But here they were, an inebriated Brandt with his hand up Gabriel's shorts, squeezing his partner's erection. "Mmmm, yes. You do feel a little hard to me," Brandt teased. "Ohhh... You sure? Maybe you should take a closer look," Gabriel murmured, his voice rough and thick with arousal. Brandt grinned wickedly, tugging loose Gabriel's belt, unbuttoning his fly and with help from Gabe lifting his ass, pulling his shorts and underwear down over his cock, down past his knees to pool at his ankles. Gabriel sat back, his hard-on pointing at the ceiling, and watched with heated eyes as Brandt just stared at his penis. "Fuck me, 's a lot bigger in person," Brandt slurred a little. "Can I play with it?" Do you even have to ask? Play with my cock any time you like, baby. Gabe bit back his amusement and nodded his permission. Ethan's eyes lit up as he reached hesitantly to wrap a hand around Gabriel's cock. "Unnhh!" Gabe grunted, pleasure shooting through him like he was just electrocuted by ecstasy. He was surprised by the firmness of his best friend's grip. Gabriel was used to women handling his penis like a poisonous snake that would spit and bite at them at any moment. But Ethan held his cock confidently, instinctively starting to stroke the shaft with just the right amount of pressure. I guess when a guy holds a hard dick, he's gotta stroke it. "Hohhhh god...feels good," Gabriel mumbled quietly, closing his eyes. "Huh." Brandt was matter-of-fact, in his own world of discovery, oblivious to the effect of his touch on his partner. "Never touched another dick before. Feels weird. Like 'm touching m'self but not feeling any of the pleasure." Brandt was slowly but skillfully jacking the cock while commenting absently on the experience. He had yet to be fully aware of what exquisite torture he was inflicting on Gabriel, didn't seem to realise he was pleasuring his best friend. "Feels silky soft and hard at the same time, just like my cock. This is fun!" "Uhhhshit...don't stop..." Gabriel was panting and groaning, thrusting his hips up into Brandt's fist. Pre-cum welled at his piss slit and trickled down to Brandt's hand. That's when he noticed his partner's silence and Gabe opened his eyes. Brandt's jaw had dropped open and his eyes were glazed over, full of awed amazement and hunger, and flickering between Gabriel's face and the handjob. It finally seemed to dawn on his drunken friend that he was driving Gabe crazy with his slow stroking hand. His impaired mind had only just connected his innocent exploration to his best friend's moaning and writhing. "Oh my god," Brandt breathed in shock. "Am I...? Am I making you feel good? By doing this?" "Hohhhyeah...fuck, Ethan! Don't...stop! Uhh rub my dick..." "Oh...wow!" A slow, devilish grin broke out on Brandt's face. "Jesus, you look really fucking sexy when you're all hot and horny like that, Gabe." "God...fuck! Unnh..." Gabriel was going completely insane. His cock was pulsing and his muscular body was twitching with tiny shocks of pleasure. Brandt's hand and his penis were drenched in his pre-cum and the wet sounds of the handjob as Ethan stroked with every tick of the clock was making them both horny. These maddeningly slow-but-firm pulls on his shaft were nowhere near adequate to get Gabriel off but more than enough to keep him in an urgent state of arousal. And now Brandt seemed to know it. "Awwfuck, what're y' doing t' me? Ethan... Uhhhplease..." "Please what, Gabriel?" Brandt purred. "Ohhhh...gotta fuck something, need t' cum..." "What was that? Can't hear you?" Brandt teased. "What is it you want, baby?" "Grrrrfuck! Unnhh!" Gabe growled, crazy with lust. "Ahh, jerk my fucking cock! Harder! Faster!! Suck it, fuckin' sit on it, fuck yourself on it! I don't care! Just ahhh please... M-m-make. Me. C-cum." Brandt wasn't smiling anymore. He was breathing heavy and his lust-heavy eyes bored into Gabriel. "Oh fuck, so sexy..." he whispered, fumbling his fly open and diving in with his hand to touch himself. "OHH!" Gabe had had enough. With a roar, he grabbed Ethan's wrist and stilled his hand. He stood up, dragging Ethan with him, yanking the other man into an all-consuming kiss. Shaking with desire, Gabriel plundered his friend's mouth, ravaged his tongue while pushing him backward in an awkward shuffle to the bedroom, shorts still around his ankles. Brandt's eyes were wide with surprise when his best friend attacked him but soon enough, the urgent lust that controlled Gabriel ripped through him also, and he responded, measure for measure, battling tongues, hands groping body parts. Ethan's cock was rock-hard as Gabriel pushed him first into the bedroom—still kissing, tearing at their shirts and throwing them in a pile on the floor—and then onto the bed. Gabriel stepped out of his shorts and snatched at the hem of Ethan's jeans tugging hard as Ethan hurriedly lifted his ass. The jeans came off and Gabriel groaned to find Ethan commando underneath, his dick stiff and ready. Seconds later, both men were buck naked, lying together, skin to skin. Ethan moaned loudly, wrapping his arms around his lover's tiny waist and pulling him closer as Gabriel mauled his sensitive neck. Their naked cocks slid up alongside each other and both men gasped as their red-hot rods made contact. "Uhh fuck, Gabe..." "Oh, Ethan...so fucking hot..." Gabriel began to move on top, grinding their pricks together. Ethan was loving the licks and bites trailing down his neck. Gabe was like an animal, a big, powerful, wild beast. Having sex with someone so strong and aggressive, especially on top, was getting Ethan off in a big way. He was perfectly content submitting to all that raw passion, lying back and lettting Gabriel do whatever he wanted. So far, it all felt so damn good. The slide of his super-sensitive cock against another cock, against a ripped belly, Ethan's penis felt encased in hot flesh in a totally different way to being inside pussy. He was thinking everything and nothing all at once, running his mouth off about how sexy Gabriel was. He couldn't seem to shut himself up. That usually happened in bars, talking to beautiful women when he'd had a few too many and he was nervous. Once, it had happened in the bedroom, when Cass Maddox took his virginity in the ninth grade. In a way, his virginity was at stake again tonight too. "Oh jesus, Gabriel! Oh! When you...took off...your boxers before," Ethan panted, sliding his hands to the other man's ass and relishing the feel of the hard muscle clenching and unclenching as Gabriel rocked them together, "...god, I almost shot off...right there and then. Aww, babe, you looked so...hot...stroking your cock." "Oh! Mmm fuck...sexiest thing I've ever seen," Gabriel growled, moving lower and latching on to Ethan's nipple with his mouth. "Oh my god! Nipples are wired to my dick," Ethan gasped. Gabe released one of them. "Yes, I know," he panted before diving back to suckle on Ethan's pec, shooting a wicked look into his partner's eyes. "Ahh! Shit! Watching you jerk off...just for me...ahhh never cum so hard!" Ethan was babbling. He did that when he was drunk and nervous. Gabriel had to get him to shut the fuck up, get him focused on orgasm, because seriously, Gabe was gonna go nuts if he didn't cum soon. He released the tortured nipple from his lips and licked a trail down Ethan's tight belly, pausing to lap at his navel, flicking in and out with his tongue. "Shit, fuck! Ohh! What-?" Ethan watched with awe as the sexy man on top of him swirled his tongue even further down, painting an outline around Ethan's jumping penis with saliva but not touching it. "Oh fuck, Gabriel! Just lick me, just fucking suck my cock! Please!" Gabriel grinned. The shoe was on the other foot now and he was gonna have some fun. Ethan bucked as Gabriel hovered his open mouth over the head of his penis, feeling puffs of hot air but not the wet heaven he wanted so badly. He growled, trying to chase the hot orifice, whimpering in frustration as Gabriel continued to tease him. "Tell me what you feel for me, Ethan," Gabe demanded, witholding. "Ahh...want you...nnggh!" "Is that all?" Gabe taunted, extending his tongue and licking a wide, lazy circle an inch away from Ethan's glans. "Please..." Ethan begged, eyes wild with need. With a raised eyebrow, Gabriel began to back away from his penis. "Is. That. All." "No!" Ethan cried, relieved when his partner stopped, smiled and returned to hovering. "Then what else?" For some reason, as soon as their eyes met, Ethan calmed immediately, no less horny or desperate, just more...focused. He still bucked at the air, trying to get inside his lover's mouth, but Gabriel's eyes caught and held him, like they did before they climaxed on the internet, like they had right before they kissed. Another perfect moment between seconds happened again. "I...love you." A tear of pure need rolled down Ethan's beautiful face and he knew it was true, just as he knew the Earth was round. "Love you...want you...so bad..." Gabriel closed his eyes and swallowed, overwhelmed by the words he'd needed to hear. This wasn't just sex to Ethan, wasn't some crazy experiment in bisexuality. He opened his eyes, feeling perfectly at peace for the first time in his life. "I love you too, Ethan...need you." "Please, baby!" Ethan whispered, curling his fingers lovingly in Gabe's ebony locks. "Aww suck me, please." Ethan gasped and jerked as Gabriel closed his mouth over the head of his prick, forcing himself to keep looking into his lover's eyes. Gabriel worshipped the fleshy knob in his mouth, nursing it, tonguing the vein running along the shaft underneath, and Ethan moaned, trapped in Gabriel's stormy grey eyes, so full of passion and love. He felt the firm ring of Gabe's lips slide down his dick and draw back up, again and again, that heavenly tongue swirling with each bob, licking at the most sensitive parts of his penis. Gabe knew just how to do it, cradling Ethan's balls, rolling them in their sac and tugging gently. Because that's what he likes done to him. And with that one thought, it all made sense. Ethan understood gay sex perfectly. After that, the time for thoughts and words was over. They relaxed into the blowjob, closed their eyes and just felt. Gabriel absolutely loved sucking on Ethan's cock, loved the soft fullness in his mouth, the heavy hardness, the silky drag of skin over an iron core, the pulse and twitch of pleasure that salted his tongue with tears of pre-cum. So many different textures and sensations, so different from pussy because Ethan's dick was like a tuning fork, vibrating with everything Gabriel did to it. He didn't have to wonder if it felt good for Ethan because his cock was so responsive. Gabriel didn't have to worry if he was doing it right, he knew it felt good because it was what he wanted done to him. He didn't have to devote every effort toward making Ethan cum, like he did with women. It would happen. There was no need to hurry. This was just so easy. Ethan was in fucking heaven. Gabriel was leisurely sucking and mouthing his prick, delivering nips and licks and kisses up and down the length of his shaft and tonguing his sac. His best friend took his time, seeming to really enjoy the experience, relish the pleasure he was giving. Blowjobs for Ethan in the past had been hurried affairs, inept and awkward and always something he'd pushed for. The women saw oral as something they had to endure and they all had been paranoid that he'd cum in their mouths. Ethan wanted that so fucking badly—to fuck their faces until he spurted—but he never dared to ask. Why would a girl want him to cum in her mouth when his hard dick was needed to fuck their pussies? Gabriel was so different. He sucked as if he liked the taste, as if he knew exactly what Ethan wanted. He moaned around the cock as though he wanted Ethan's cum more than anything else in the world. Just thinking about it had Ethan holding his lover's head in place, thrusting his hips and gently fucking Gabriel's mouth. Oh my god... Knowing he wouldn't be forced to stop excited Ethan so damn much he was unexpectedly shoved to edge of orgasm. In fact, the gift of a full blowjob from Gabriel moved Ethan so much, he suddenly didn't want it anymore. He didn't want to cum without Gabriel. He wanted them to shoot together, as one... Ethan's incessant groans were making Gabriel ridiculously horny. He couldn't help thrusting his cock into the bed, needing to rub it against something, anything. He was so lost in pleasure, it took him a few seconds to realise Ethan was pulling him off his cock, dragging him back up face-to-face. Together again, Ethan took Gabriel's mouth with the same fervour he'd taken Ethan's cock, and they were both breathing hard when the kiss ended. Resting their foreheads together, Gabriel resumed the grinding of cocks, drowning in green eyes and black pupils blown wide with love and sex. "C-couldn't let you k-keep going," Ethan murmured. "Was gonna shoot my load." "Ohh...wanted you to," Gabe whispered, moving faster, Ethan's saliva-soaked cock slipping deliciously along his own. His orgasm was building. "Uh! I wanted this, to cum together." "Ohh love you..." "Uhhfuck...me too." Gabe closed the gap again, slanting his mouth over Ethan's. "Oh fuck me, Gabe! M-make love to m-me! 'm gonna cum soon." The words were like a bolt of lightning to his sex, shoving Gabriel right to the edge too. "Ohhshit! How? How do we...?" "I don't know! Awwfuck! Doesn't matter, 'm cumming anyway...ahh...right now! OHHH!"