Dan Needs A Public Education

Epilogue

I'm holding Luka's legs apart, watching the way Xander's thick cock stretches my best friend's hole, and listening to the muffled whimpers that suggest he's close to overwhelmed by the pain-pleasure of those long, deep strokes. 

Muffled, because I'm currently riding Luka's face while his boyfriend plows him, and so most of the volume is lost to vibration as his tongue pushes into my ass and another glistening slop of precum trickles from my dick down onto his sweat-slicked chest. It's not the most focused rimjob I've had, no, but given my front row seat to watch the broad flare of Xander's tip visibly straining my buddy's hole with each outward pull, I can forgive him for being distracted. 

This isn't the first time I've watched them fuck. Or, for that matter, the only possible permutation I've observed: Luka might be getting reamed now, but I've seen him ride Xander's ass while his taller, older, more muscled boyfriend whimpers and squirms as his prostate gets a battering. My friend has a pretty dick, and it turns out he knows how to use it. 

I've experienced that for myself, too.

There's no hardship in looking up the lean, powerful stretch of Xander's torso, either. My eyes tracking from the point where he's buried in Luka, across the ripples of his abs... all the way up to his face, and the realization that he's already staring back at me. A sort of knowing smirk twisting his lips, and strands of sweat-limp hair hanging down to partly cover his eyes. 

Suddenly, I'm glad I'm in charge of holding Luka's ankles up, because the urge to reach out and brush those hairs to the side is fierce. 

"You like to watch, don't you, Danny?" 

Only Xander calls me that, and I've never bothered correcting him. Don't do that now, either; just nod, wide-eyed, and then try not to groan too loudly as he reaches out and pushes his fingers between my parted lips. 

He's holding my jaw, gripping me in place as he fucks Luka with a sinuous roll of his hips. My tongue overloaded with the sharpness of lube and sweat, and the knowledge that I'm tasting my best friend's hole, too, after Xander dragged his bare body over his lap and roughly fingered him until he was mewling to be nailed. That desperation overcoming any embarrassment at Keenan and I watching Xander's teasing play out, the three of us fully clothed against Luka's nakedness.

He'd been hard even before he'd finished undressing, standing in-between Xander's splayed legs. Eyes wide, breathing fast. A prey response, even if I knew he was more than willing to be caught. 

I'd boned up too, watching Xander spank him as Luka's cock drooled precum down the leg of his jeans. How that had escalated to pulling apart his cherry-red cheeks, rough fingertips circling and teasing around his exposed hole. A little spit - barely enough, if Luka's whining and kicking were anything to go by - and those fingers were gouging inside, twisting and stretching as my friend whimpered and leaked. 

Now, those same fingers are pushed between my lips and I'm having to fight the urge to let go of at least one of Luka's ankles so that I can frantically jerk myself off. There's something about the intensity of Xander's stare, and the way he takes control, that leaves me with no doubts whatsoever as to why my best friend fell for him. 

"How long since someone last used this mouth?" 

It's a pointless question, really, because it's not like I can answer. Nothing intelligible, anyway; not with him pushing his hand deeper into me, as though Xander wants to force it all the way down my throat and yank out something hot, and wet, and vital. 

And all the time the slap, slap, slap of his body against Luka's, hypnotic in its rhythm, and so it's only when I feel his hands grab my waist that I realize Keenan has eased in behind me. 

Luka groans, or maybe I do, as my ass is pulled back. Hips tilted, dragging my twitching hole away from his slobbering, but I don't have to wait long for fresh attention. Not with Keenan pushing the lubed head of his cock against me, one smooth stroke and then he's balls-deep, as I try not to chew off Xander's fingers.

He's fucking me on top of Luka's face, and there's something unspeakably lewd about that which makes me even hornier. Grinding myself down to meet each thrust, and knowing that our heat, and sweat, and musk is filling my buddy's nostrils. 

Keenan pulls me back into him, and I feel the length of my dick rub across Luka's lips. At one time, even the idea of that would've seemed ridiculous and improbable - far outside of the boundaries of our friendship, close as it was - yet now I find myself arching my back more so that I can chase that soft, promising friction. 

When we hook up, it's like it happens in a bubble. Almost as though a fog descends, or perhaps more like it lifts from our eyes and suddenly we can each see the other as a sexual being. Like, I knew Luka was cute, and had a nice body, and I'd boned up watching him pose for photos and videos to send to Xander. But it's a leap, to go from that to trying to find the right angle so that I can feed him the swollen, precum-slicked head of my cock. 

We haven't really talked about it, not specifically, this new adjunct to our friendship. When it's just the two of us, we're usually back in the same old routine: joking around, playing video games, and drinking enough cheap vodka to guarantee a headache the next morning. But from the way I can feel his head tilting underneath me, and his hands tightly gripping my bare thighs, it's not exactly a mystery that he's as into this as much as I am.

I can't hold back the whole-body shudder, as his tongue swirls around my tip. Knowing that, even if he could taste me before, now there's no way Luka's tastebuds aren't fully saturated with the sharp-sweetness of my precum. 

Not that he pauses to savor that, and not like I can call upon much restraint myself. All too aware that the incredible tightness of his throat is only a thrust away, his rocked-back head making it indecently easy to push myself into the cling of his gullet. 

I look up, drool spilling over my lips as my body tries and fails to process the overwhelming sensations from my cock and my hole, to make eye-contact with Xander again. Knowing his smirk is because it's obvious I've sunk into some mindless state of friction and little else.

"Suck his dick, then," Xander says. It's unclear if that's a suggestion or an order, not that it really matters either way. 

He barely has time to pull his fingers free before I'm dipping down, suddenly ravenous to feel my best buddy in my mouth. My throat reshaping itself to his curve, so gloriously filling and thick that for a moment I feel like I'm about to lose it. Topple over into a muscle-crunching orgasm, as I hook my elbows under his thighs and use that hold on him to keep him spread for his boyfriend.

I'm closer now than ever to where Luka's ass is stretched and gooey around Xander's fat inches, my drool spilling down to add to the glistening mess between his splayed cheeks. Spasming brain losing the ability to distinguish between the way my friend's hole is being pounded, and the rough fuck that Keenan is dealing me. Each unflinching slam against my cheeks propelling me deeper into Luka's throat, and nowhere for his contorted body to go, nothing for it to do but accept that right now he's a means to an end for other mens' pleasure. 

Not that I'm much different, I realize, as Keenan's fingers begin pulling at my well-plowed hole. 

He gets off on playing with my ass, to the point of obsession. I think, if he could figure out the contortions required, he'd have his tongue in me alongside his dick. As it is, I'm left making muffled cries as I blow Luka and Keenan digs a finger in at the same time as he's screwing me. Stretching me further, the sensation of it almost too much to bear as he pushes me to my limits. 

Thing is, he knows I hate having to tap out. That I see it as defeat; that, even though I might be bent over a park bench or the arm of the sofa and letting some guy bareback me, that doesn't make me any less competitive. Luka just rolls his eyes when I get all worked up and intense like that, having seen it so many times as we grew up together, but Keenan has learned he can take advantage instead. 

"Such a slutty little hole," I hear him grunt, and try to squeeze myself tighter around him in response. Clench down on his finger as it worms its way inside me, then yelp - the sound muffled, my throat filled - as he spanks my ass, hard. 

"You know what he wants," Xander observes. They like to goad each other on, while our mouths are otherwise occupied. "Breed the little fucker already."

Keenan laughs, but the intensity of his strokes builds, too. Slamming me even harder, the broad flare of his dick almost tugging loose from me on the out-stroke, before he buries himself again and I buck and twist at the storm of sensations deep in my guts. 

It's not tender, it's not romantic, but I don't care. Too focused on what comes next, that feeling of him flooding my insides, as I work Luka's prick with my tongue and feel my best friend shuddering underneath me as he himself is worked over with ruthless focus. 

"Oh shit..."

The only warning I get, the only words Keenan can manage as he presses into me. Cock swelling, and I know that pulsing, throbbing sensation means he's creaming me as far inside as he can manage. As though it's a point of pride, that even after all the loads he's fed me, he still wants to fill my stomach from the opposite direction.

A long, drawn-out groan, and then he's pulling himself free. Finger and dick yanked out of my tender entrance, and I instantly feel the slop of his cum dragged out of me too, spilling onto Luka underneath. 

That alone, that unexpected facial, is apparently enough: suddenly I'm gulping as my buddy sprays my tonsils, the surprise and the taste of it setting me off in turn. Both of us spewing into a willing, hungry mouth, as I grind my slick ass against him and feel his thighs twitch in desperation. 

"Fuck, your hole just went fuckin' wild," Xander blurts out through clenched teeth. He sounds almost shocked at it, at the potential for his boyfriend's body to do the unexpected, but there's no doubting the result of that. A noise halfway from a groan to a roar from deep in his chest, as he adds his own orgasm to the mix. 

My limbs shaking, I roll off and to the side. Slumping on my back, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Ass still tingling from Keenan's rough attentions, throat feeling like it's coated with cum and slime. When I manage to turn my head, it's to discover Xander has dropped down and is making out with Luka. The sound of it wet and eager, even if they've lost some of the intensity of just before. 

It'll be a while, I know from past experience, before my friend loses his glazed, dazed expression and some semblance of thought returns to his head. Look up, to see Keenan grinning down at me. I try to return the smile, with lips that feel swollen and tender. 

"I thought you were gonna choke him," he observes, sounding like the idea is more entertaining than something to be contrite about. 

I wipe my mouth on the back of my wrist. "He returned the favor."

He turns, to sit down next to me. Fingers trailing absently across my chest, brushing across first one nipple, then the other, then back again. Idly, like you might stroke a cat on your lap. 

There's something weirdly pleasant about it, though part of my brain doesn't think I should tell Keenan that. 

"You want to shower?" 

We're at Xander's place, sprawled on his living room floor. Not even having made it collectively to the bedroom this time: a movie night that turned into an opportunity for casual groping, that escalated from there. It's not like we haven't showered at his apartment before, though. 

I glance at our host and his well-screwed boyfriend, who are still eagerly swapping spit. And, some sly inside voice reminds me, my cum too, plus what of Keenan's load splashed out of my ass and onto Luka's face. 

"I think they're gonna be a while," I agree, and let myself be pulled to my feet. 

It was strange showering with Keenan at first. Not that I hadn't seen him undressed, even fully naked. Yet there was something unsettling about the sight of him doing an activity so everyday, so normal. When, up until then, my only real experience of him had been as a sexual catalyst.

Despite that track record, Luka seems to have decided it's safer if I hang out with Keenan. Or, at least, that I make better decisions that way, and we've said nothing that would disabuse him of that notion. Mainly because he'll only get worried and start scolding me again otherwise. 

The truth is more complicated, anyway. 

I still go out looking for hook-ups, but usually Keenan is with me too. He gets off on seeing me with other guys, apparently, or using me with them. Or, like that first time we met in the woods, at sandwiching some stranger between us, and then I get to watch the way his face contorts in pleasure as he unloads in an anonymous hole. 

Even if it's only the two of us, though, there's something more thrilling about having sex outside. It's fun surprising him at work, as well, and watching him get increasingly antsy serving customers as I rub myself through my jeans across the room from him. Up until he can sneak away, drag me into the restroom. Payback's a bitch, but I can't say I ever complain about him pushing me to my knees so he can fuck my throat, or bending me over the sink to show me how worked up my teasing left him. 

We're having fun, then, even if some of it isn't what my over-protective best friend might approve of. But that doesn't mean Keenan isn't willing to share me still. 

Like for my nineteenth birthday, when he led me down into the woods and pinned me to the ground, offering up my jockstrap-framed ass as a no-loads-refused treat for anyone who wandered through. Twenty or so guys later, I was literally vibrating with the need to get off. Keenan finally let me blow in his mouth as I choked on his dick and came close to blacking out, four of his fingers inside me as he toyed with my sloppy, leaking gape. 

I told Luka we'd gone out for dinner. Somehow the thought of that seemed even more illicit than having a train run on me. 

He teases me about that stuff, about how I should grow a pair and tell Keenan how I feel about him. Which would be fine, if I had a clue exactly what those feelings actually were. We've been hanging out a lot, and hooking up plenty, but I'm still not sure how he sees me or what we are to each other. 

Usually, at that point in our conversation, Luka likes to remind me of what I told him, what seems like aeons ago when he first met Xander. That it didn't matter whether he was feeling something for a guy or a girl, just that he should move in quick and not overthink shit.

It's kinda typical, that one of the few pieces of good advice I ever give ends up getting turned around and used against me. 

I don't have some huge, identity-shaking objection to the idea of dating another dude. For all the uncertainty it seemed to spark in Luka, he seems to be enjoying it now. Even if you can still see him tense up sometimes, at public displays of affection. For me, it's more like I'm not sure I'm ready for the whole "traditional dating" experience, boy or girl. And while he's probably right, that eventually I'm gonna have to talk about this shit with Keenan, for now I've no objections to going with the flow. 

That flow also includes more than a few occasions when I've gone over to Xander's place to watch a movie with him and Luka, and realized partway in that I'm the only one still paying attention to the screen. Not that I'm protesting about being able to turn and watch my buddy get his cock sucked, or ride his boyfriend's fingers while they make out. 

They don't seem to care if I pull my dick out and jerk off while they're doing it, either, and it usually gets a laugh - well, Xander laughs, anyway - when I aim my load at Luka and hose him down. Maybe that's the one other piece of good advice I came up with during those very first photoshoots: no point in the both of us needing to shower, right?

I think, more than anything, what I like is how comfortable we all are together. Xander's still kinda intense, which can be scary and intimidating at times, but seeing how he is around Luka takes some of the sharper edges off. And it's not like we hook up together, each and every time. Mostly it's just a few guys hanging out in each other's company. 

Finding your people, that's what makes the difference. Whether you're trash-talking each other playing video games, or getting spitroasted by them while strangers try to decide which of your holes they want to flood next. It may not be safe, or sensible, but - like my best friend seems to take great pleasure in reminding me - I've never really been safe, or sensible, myself. 

When you think about it, life is a lot like a foot-tap from the next restroom stall. Sure, it can take some decoding to make the most of it, and even then you don't really know what you're gonna get, but there's usually fun to be had if you keep an open mind. 

And whether you're talking about cruising, or about navigating life, once you realize the possibilities you don't ever want to go back. 

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That's it for this one, and a huge thank you to everyone who has read along, rated and commented, emailed me, or clicked through to my site to check out my other stories. That's where you can find "Xander Shows Me My Prostate" - if you've not read about how Luka and Xander got together in the first place - as well as a growing list of other ebooks.

I've also just released an ebook version of "Dan Needs A Public Education" since I know some people like a single file that can be loaded onto a Kindle, phone, or similar. Again, thanks for your support, and I'll see you in the next story!

-Alex