I Blame His Best Friend

Hey fellas, Been trying to get back into the groove for writing, though I’d start a short warm-up before returning to my old stories and it became this. Feels like there’s more to tell with these boys, let me know if you agree.

“Jer!” The excited voice carries all the way from the front door. “It’s been so long!”

“Hey Gray,” Jeremy responds as he welcomes in his best friend who’s been overseas since before we got together. “Come on in, I’ll show you your room.” I hear their voices disappear down the hallway for a few minutes before the sound of them approaches again.

The pot’s lightly bubbling away with sauce for dinner so I turn and greet them with a smile, holding my hand out for a shake and announcing it’s a pleasure to finally meet him.

“Don’t give me that, you’re Jeremy’s baby!” He moves in and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me in close and presses our bodies together. “You get hugs,” he tells me, his breath on my neck as the hug lingers.

“Why don’t you guys pour some drinks and I’ll be through with dinner soon?” I ask as we move apart from each other. 

“Yes Papi,” Gray says with a wink and I have to stifle some annoyance. Not only am I a couple years younger than him, the guys who call me that aren’t usually good at being respectful.

“Grayson,” Jeremy says sternly, throwing him a warning look from his handsome face.

I throw him a grateful but bemused look as they grab some glasses and a bottle of wine then head to the living room.

* * *

“I wish I had more of an appetite, that was so good.” Gray leans back on the chair next to us as Jeremy pours the last drops of our second bottle into our glasses.

“I’m a lucky man, my fella sure is skilled.” Jer leans in against me with a sigh on the couch as he passes me my glass and Gray grabs his own.

“He sure is,” Gray’s smooth voice says in a way that somehow makes me feel flattered and a little bit dirty. I look up to see him watching us, the soft post-dinner lighting catching his ginger hair and pale skin making him look almost surreal. “So Connor, you’re an artist?”

“Uh…yeah,” I stammer after a few seconds of staring at him blankly. “Yeah I am.” I tell him about how I’d struck it lucky as a teenager a few times with some pieces selling pretty well, so I can afford to work part-time teaching art locally and putting on a couple shows each year.

He seems really interested, then we talk a bit about Jeremy’s work including his recent promotion but he makes us move on because “fuck I’m boring,” so we chat about Gray’s more varied work history.

“So yeah, no real idea what I’m going to do back here. Probably look around for something in marketing again I guess.” He drifts off and we let the music fill the room for a few minutes before his eyes snap back up to us. “I was making some decent money. For now though I wanna go out.”

“Really? Aren’t you tired from flying?” Jeremy asks him and Gray just rolls his eyes.

“I’ll perk right up when I get to the dance floor.” He stretches, his shirt riding up to show off a tight tummy coated in fur, darker against his pale skin in the coloured lights. “How about it? Is Degenerator still filthy as fuck? We need to get sweaty.” A wink at us then he takes a long deep drink.

“Yeah it is and no, we won’t.” Jeremy sounded like he’d had this battle plenty of times in the past, a tone easily remembered even after three and a half years apart. “I’m wiped.”

“How about you, papi?” Gray gets to his feet and puts his empty glass down on the coffee table. “Gonna help make sure I can find my way back safely?” I can’t help but chuckle despite him calling me that, the drinks and conversation having loosened me up a bit.

“You’ll be fine,” Jeremy saves me from responding with the exhausted but amused tone of a toddler’s parent. “You’ve got a key and your phone.”

“What happened to you, Jer?” Grayson asks as he smirks down at us. “You used to be so fun. Remember those rugby players? The way that Irish one—”

“Oh fuck off and get your holes wrecked.” My eyebrows shoot up but Gray just looks amused as he stalks towards his temporary room.

“Oh, I will!” He calls back from the hallway.

“Rugby players?” I ask my boyfriend with an amused tone, and he just lifts himself up to face me on the couch. Parting his hands on my thighs he leans in closer to me.

“What? You know I like my men thick.” He responds, one of his hands sliding under my shirt, his fingers stroking my smooth belly. I used to be pretty self-conscious about my body. “And Gray’s a bad influence. He got a group thing going one time, it was fun.”

The shock must have shown on my face.

“Did…did you guys—?” I ask, and I’m unsure what I want the answer to be as my stomach twists a little.

“Oh, fuck no.” He has a warm smile in his bearded face and I don’t doubt him. “We…might have shared a cock or three, but we’ve never actually done anything with each other.”

I guess it doesn’t really shock me. I’d heard some stories about what he’d gotten up to before we were together, and from some of those stories I knew others were involved. After meeting Grayson it makes all sorts of sense.

I’d never been with a man before Jeremy. I’d thought about it, even kissing my best friend and losing him because I wasn’t ready for everything that would come after. I’d been dating women since then until that fateful night three years ago when we met at a house party and fell hard.

He was my second kiss from a man but he was my first boyfriend, my first blowjob, my first fuck. My sweet, smart, kind, kinda-submissive otter.

I’ve looked at other men of course, mostly in porn, but the thought of actually doing something with them? Cheating on Jeremy? It just feels wrong.

“Bye boys, have fuuun!” Gray calls out from the hallway and as soon as I hear the door closing Jeremy leans over to the coffee table, knocks back the last of his wine, and comes back to press his lips against mine.

His tongue is cold with wine, the taste filling my senses as he grinds his crotch against me, my swollen cock aching at being trapped still in my jeans.

I reach up and wrap my hand around his waist to pull him in closer as my tongue probes deeper. He moans into me.

He pulls away and I groan with frustration.

Crawling his way down my body, he brings his face to my straining bulge to pop open the button fly.

Grinning at the sight of my cock stretching the light blue briefs underneath, he slides the elastic band downwards slowly. He leans in and breathes deep, his nose burying itself in my dark bush as he grinds himself against my leg.

My cock bounces up against my stomach with a wet slap, pre-cum splattering against me. Jeremy takes hold of me and I throb in his warm hand. His blue eyes look up at me hungrily as he slides the foreskin back to reveal my wet head and his tongue darts out to taste me.

His eyes flutter in pleasure as he moans and wraps his mouth around my thick manhood.

“Fuck yeah,” I whisper, stroking his brown curls as he sinks down half my cock until I’m pushing against the back of his throat.

He glances up at me again, for just a moment, and the image of Grayson flickers into place. It’s just for a split second but I imagine it’s his pink pouting lips wrapped around my throbbing meat, his brown eyes locked on mine, his slutty mouth swallowing my 8 hard inches.

I throw my head back and groan as Jeremy pushes more of me into him, my fingers tightening in curls that are too long to be mistaken for Gray’s short straight ginger hair, and Jeremy’s hands grip my meaty thighs as he refuses to back down with his throat convulsing around me.

I release him. He works his way back up til only the head’s in his lips, then sinks back down until his mouth hits the base of my cock. Back and forth, up and down, he begins moving. Wet slurps fill the room, my boyfriend hungrily slobbering on me frantically while working me with his throat at a frenzied pace.

My toes curl as I feel it building. With a pang of shame I picture him again, this time with purpose, remembering the glimpse of his toned furry stomach, the warmth as he hugged me, and as I imagine those lips around me again it happens.

I explode. The sound of my boyfriend swallowing my load brings me back to reality, my hips thrusting as my muscles tighten and Jeremy greedily sucks until he’s sure every last drop is swallowed.

“Mmmmm,” Jer purrs as he climbs back up me with a dreamy smile on his face. “Thanks baby.” Moving in for a kiss he lets his body drop down onto me and I wrap my arms around him as I try to forget the betrayal of my own thoughts to just enjoy his warmth on me.

I start drifting away until he stirs and we go to bed.

* * *

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up to the sound of Jeremy’s gentle snores but light is spilling in from the edges of the curtains.

I know I won’t wake him, he’s always been a heavy sleeper, but I carefully peel back the covers and climb out of bed. Gently closing the door behind me I pad down the hall to get a drink and ease my dry throat.

“Yesss,” I hear a hiss as I approach the living room, followed by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. By the time I register what I’m hearing I turn to look into the living room and the sight hits me.

A man I’ve never seen before has Gray bent over our chair, his hips thrusting as he pushes into him, forcing moans out of my boyfriend’s best friend. The overwhelming smell of sex hits me and my body responds.

I don’t even know how long I stand there stunned, caught by the sight in front of me.

The man fucking him is huge. Maybe 6’5” with a broad, powerful frame, like the winner of a strongman contest 20 years ago who’s only gotten thicker and more powerful since. One immense arm pushes down on Gray’s back as his other hand grips his hip, holding him in place as those powerful thighs control his thrusts, in and out.

“You like that, boy?” He asks, and Gray whines out a desperate yes. “Tell me.”

“I love it! Fuck me daddy,” he pleads, a growl escaping the man as his pace picks up. “Fucking fill me up, make me your slut!”

My cock throbs as he whines full of desire and desperation. As the older man catches sight of me I realise I’m just standing there, a wet patch spreading in my tended underwear, like an idiot.

“Oh fuck,” the man says in surprise, and I almost hear the pop as his cock slips out of Grayson.

“It’s fine,” Gray pants, his lust-clouded eyes moving across my body shamelessly, his face wet with sweat. “Just fuck me. Please.” It almost felt like he was talking to me, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart, drool running down his wet chin.

The mountain of a man steps back and my eyes drop to the sight of Gray’s hole being exposed. He looks pink and tender and I wonder how long they’ve been fucking to make it gape like that, hungry and open and wet.

I look over to the cock that’s just escaped his hole and my eyes double in size. He’s a fucking monster.

It must be 9.5”. Uncut, jutting forward, heavy and thick. There’s a steel cock ring at the base which makes it thick and angry looking, the veins standing out wet and obscene. He takes hold of it and lets his hand glide up and down it a couple of times for my enjoyment, and I definitely enjoy the sight of it.

I can’t believe Gray was able to take it. It looks like something out of porn.

The rest of the man is hot as fuck. He’s probably in his 50s so definitely a daddy type. With a shaved head and thick beard, he seems to command the room with his broad chest heaving from the exertion.

Thick grey fur clings to his chest, his thighs, his shoulders, even his back, and the sight of it makes my mouth water as the smell of his sweat almost makes me dizzy. His cock should look small against the rest of this giant of a man, but somehow it looks…It looks fucking perfect.

“You want a go?” His deep, growling voice rumbles into my ears as he shakes his cock towards me before turning slightly to plunge two fingers effortlessly into Gray who moans in response. I don’t know if he means with his cock or Gray’s hole, and I don’t really know how to respond.

Do I?

“Come on,” Gray pleads as the man’s fingers pull out of him as he steps around and presents his cock to Gray’s mouth. “Fuck me.”

The man watches me as Gray leans forward and takes his cock in and as I look back down, his hole pulses, winking at me.

I take far longer than I’d like to but I shake my head, looking at the nameless man who lets disappointment clearly show before he reaches forward and pushes his fingers back into our house guest.

I’m almost in a daze as I shamble back to my bedroom, my throat not as dry now but largely forgotten as my needy cock throbs.

“Mmm, morning baby.” Jeremy’s voice is distant and filled with sleep as he hears me come back in but I push my underwear down my legs to release my cock, climbing into bed and on top of him. “Oh.“ His eyes start to open, confusion appearing there briefly and then disappearing as I use my legs to push his apart and position myself between them, moving my mouth to meet hiS.

His hands grip my back and he moans into me, instinctively pushing his hips up to grind against my body, and I take hold of his boxers and break our bodies apart only to yank them away and throw them onto the floor.

Locking my eyes onto him I spit into my hand, reaching between his legs and rubbing my wet fingers against his furry hole. It’s been a while since we’ve fucked, but it’s obvious to him that I need it and he doesn’t have any resistance to surrender.

It’s not like he doesn’t like it a bit rough.

I guide my cock against his hole and begin to rub it against his entrance. I’m leaking against him as I press forward, my hands growing wet with precum as I gently move myself in a slow circle, prodding a little deeper but then pulling back.

He whines impatiently so I thrust forward a little more, feeling more of the head pushing in, and he gasps in pain.

His fingers dig into me as I pull back so I push forward again and open him up just a little more.

“Fuck!” He cries out as I repeat this and my cock head finally bursts past his ring. I hold myself there as he spasms against me, his grip relaxing slightly.

“You okay?” I ask him, placing a tender kiss on his lips as I give him a moment to adjust.

“Mmhmm,” he replies, his body slowly becoming less tense. “More.”

Our lips meet again and I push my tongue into his mouth as I ease more of my manhood into his tight warmth. I’m about halfway and I stop when I feel him tense.

“No!” He moans, “More. Please.” I almost chuckle at the need in his voice, but I shift my body and grab his hips and move forward once more, watching as his head falls back and groans escape his throat, not relenting until….

“Yes!” He cries out triumphantly when I finally fill him with my 8.5” rod. “Yes, fuck me!”

I draw back slowly, gently, until only the head is inside of him again, then slam my hips forward to force a guttural cry out of him, then I do it again and again, pumping myself into him, feeling the way his hole grips me, his warmth enveloping me on every thrust forward.

“You like my cock?” I ask him, and he looks at me quizzically for a moment before a smile bursts out across his face. I’ve never been one for dirty talk, always feeling self conscious speaking like that, but knowing that just a couple of rooms away his best friend is taking a dick bigger than mine has me riled up. “Huh? You like the way I open you up?”

He nods excitedly as I pick up steam, making the bed shake as I thrust harder.

“Fucking tell me,” I command him as I slam into him. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like your cock!” He cries out and I move our bodies, rolling his hips up so I can plunge deeper into him. “I like the way it opens me up!” I picture his best friend’s hole, open and used, waiting for more. “I love the way it fills me.”

I growl low and long and deep, like an animal, as my body begins to shake, my thrusts into him wild and erratic.

“Fucking do it! Breed me!” My boyfriend pleads, and I throw my head back as my body locks into place so I can give him my load. “Yes!”

I’m still coming down, my cock pulsing inside of him, leaking, when he reaches down and grabs his rigid 6”. After just two strokes his own load is flying across his chest and onto the pillow behind him.

“Good morning,” My boyfriend purrs after I collapse onto the bed next to him and he melts into my arms. “You want some coffee?” He asks.

“Not yet,” I say, sure that Gray’s fuck session must still be happening in our living room. “Let’s cuddle for now.”

That’s that. Let me know if you liked it, I can either tell one more chapter and wrap it up or I can keep it going for a while. There should be another chapter of my story “Married Hole” up next week.