It Takes Two

This story is purely fictional and contains explicit content. There are taboo themes included. All characters are above the age of 18.

Insert Character - Zay

20-year-old college student. Slim but toned build, 5’11”, dark-skinned. Grown-out beard and a short-cut fade atop his head. Bisexual man leaning into his homosexual tendencies most of the time, loves sports, music, and writing.

Adulthood has been tiring. Education, work, social life, health, bills, relationships.

Education, work, social life, health, bills, relationships.

Social life, relationships.

Relationships. Relationships.

Relationships.

For some reason, my mind fixated on that term, crowning it the “word of the day”. I think I was hitting a withdrawal period from close-knit interactions, for better or worse.

It wasn’t so much the prospect of dating as it was getting rid of the longing brick in my pants, being your average 20-year-old college student and all. As stressful as life can be, that quick nut is one hell of a short-term fix.

…So naturally, I did what any horny man-loving guy my age would do - grab my phone and browse the Internet for something that could get me going. I loved scrolling through hot photos of celebrity crushes, settling for a Google search of Idris Elba. He was wearing a sharp suit, a kink of mine. Racing through my mind was the thought that he was drop-dead gorgeous…that man could do anything he wanted to me.

As I began rubbing the lump in my basketball shorts, thoughts raced through my head. I really need a friend with benefits, I concluded mentally.

Meanwhile, my dick was throbbing, oh so sensitive today - I couldn’t help but whimper as I massaged my dick head through my boxers.

“Damn, he’s fine…could give me that daddy dick any day…”, I whispered as I played with myself, already feeling some pre-cum staining the cloth. It was then that my door flew open, with my father immersed in his phone before looking up to talk to me.

Insert Character - Raymond

48-year-old man, Zay’s father. 6’1”, former athlete, currently an entrepreneur. Dark-skinned tone and has a very thick body. Loves wearing chains and sports caps over his short dark hair. Has a smile so stunning that it could make a dentist question their career.

“Hey Zay, I’m gonna be heading ou-”

I can’t say the sight of my hands down my shorts, rubbing my junk was anything but awkward for my Dad to see, hence the sudden silence.

“...out. Erm…”, he paused.

“Uh…well, sorry if I interrupted your…alone time.”, he awkwardly apologized.

“…Lock your door next time man!”, Eddie exclaimed in a mixture of amusement and scolding before swiftly closing the door.

I groaned. Not the type of groan I wanted to be making a couple minutes prior - but rather in annoyance at my horniness reducing to a pulp after such an unsettling interaction.

“Way to gaslight me too, Dad, maybe don’t barge in my room?”, I mumbled to myself in annoyance.

Whatever.

I attempted to get back into the mood, of course to no avail. A few frustrating minutes later, I decided to text my friend Bron to hangout.

Bron was a real chill dude - despite being one of our university’s athletic faces as a standout football prospect, he was always far-removed from the boastful side of things. Down-to-earth was where his heart was, and it reflected in who he surrounded himself with. Even more low-key guys like me. That’s the homie.

I figured I could put this weekend day to use by prompting a hangout session, complete with generic guy things - video games, ordering food, watching wrestling, you get the gist. We could get lost in a day of antics pretty quickly together, and it had been that way for years.

After getting dressed in something casual for the warm weather, I headed over to the bathroom to grab some stuff for my hair when I noticed the door was open with the shower on. My dad was washing up before he left the house, and I couldn’t help but stare a bit.

For some context on my father - he’s a divorced man, and it’s a bit hard to understand why. He’s charismatic, friendly, and I must admit…very, very attractive. Him and my mother just didn’t see eye-to-eye, although I’m not exactly sure why. Seeing him bare in the shower, thick ass on full display, made me question why anybody wouldn’t want a piece of this every day.

It felt wrong for me to be enjoying a sight like this, but who doesn’t appreciate a good model show, huh?

Eventually, I put my horniness aside to focus on the matter at hand. I knocked on the door.

“Hey Dad, can I come in and grab the brush and oil real quick?”, I asked. “Yeah, just look away from me!”, he chuckled in response. It wasn’t a hard ask, given I had been staring for minutes prior.

“I’m going to Bron’s house, I’ll see you later!”, I clarified.

“Alright son! Love you!”, he yelled back as I closed the bathroom door, freshened up, and dashed out the house to catch the bus.

I did text Bron as a heads up, even though I’m usually welcome around his place whenever. He hadn’t responded, but I chalked that up to him maybe being immersed in an online game match or working out or something. I figured a hard knock on his front door would be more than enough for attention-grabbing.

His driveway was empty, so it was safe to say he was either home alone or not home at all. I was really hoping it wasn’t the latter, given I took the bus all the way here - a lack of reciprocation from my front-door knocking began to give me that concern.

I tried a few times to no success, and began to walk down my friend’s front yard when I heard a noise from his backyard. It sounded like…moaning?

No way. Surely not.

As per usual, his beaten-down gate was unlocked as I creeped around the side of the house. Peeking around the corner to observe the main backyard area, I was met with a baffling sight. Bron was on his pull-out chair beside the pool - sunglasses on, body glowing, legs spread wide, and two fingers knuckle-deep in his ass.

Insert Character - Bron

21-year-old college student. 6’0”. White but tanned, muscular, on the thicker side. Has an incredibly sharp goatee and short, brown hair. Plays football for his university, but loves playing video games and watching wrestling in his free time.

And fingering himself, I guess.

I was in shock.

“Mmmm…yeah…take that pussy…”, Bron moaned as he bit his lip. His finger movements were slow, deliberate, and deep. He was clearly well-into this session.

More moans escaped his breath as I questioned my entire social existence in that moment. Bron was gay? Or at least…liked dudes? Why didn’t he tell me? Did he have sex with guys? Why am I getting so hard?

…Well, it wasn’t too hard to tell why I was getting stiff. But if I wasn’t a living erection yet, his next words were more than enough for me to become one.

“Yeah Zay…I love how you give me that dick baby…”, he gasped in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice as his legs quivered and breaths tightened. I assume he was hitting his G-spot with his fingers.

So…not only was Bron gay, but he wanted me? I was slightly annoyed at the thought, given I could’ve been getting my dick wet for ages now. With my best friend at that!

I continued to watch, leaning a bit too hard against the wall because of how into it I was. I accidentally lost my footing, tripping and knocking over a ceramic pot on the floor. I was able to get myself up without exposure, but the pot cartoonishly rolled forward into the depths of Bron’s backyard as he immediately sat up. He gently pulled his fingers out of his insides, wiping them on the chair. Ew, man.

“Who’s there?”, he yelled in intimidation as he pulled his basketball shorts up, threw on his tank top and began walking in my direction. I could’ve fled, but a combination of freezing up in uncertainty and somewhat wanting to be caught kept me stuck in place.

“...Zay?”, he said in surprise as he turned the corner and saw me pressed up against his wall like an idiot.

“Oh shit, wassup homie?”, he said in excitement before giving me a slight jab at the shoulder. “You scared me there for a second, bro. I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Yeah, I texted you. You didn’t respond, so I just assumed you were busy. I wanted to check first though.”, I clarified in nervousness.

He returned to his backyard to enter the house from the back porch, and I followed in silence. I didn’t know what to say or do after what I just saw.

“You good bro?”, he questioned, looking back at me. We were virtually the same height, but it felt as if he was towering over me. This situation was overwhelming.

As Bron scanned me for signs of doubt, he froze in place after his realization. “Ah, man. Did you…I’m so sorry, bro. I shoulda locked the gate.”, he panicked. His realization was as bone-chilling and awkward as mine was a few minutes ago.

“It’s…cool bro, we all got needs…”, I tried to minimize it while scratching the back of my head with an uncomfortable smirk. Bron just nodded his head and looked away blankly.

“...how much did you see?”, he asked.

After taking a deep breath and gulping in nervousness, I decided to be upfront.

“I saw a lot. And…heard a lot, too. It’s all cool between us but…we gotta talk about this bro.”, I said as we reached his bedroom door.

Bron composed himself. “Yeah man, I’ve been having some realizations…I do low-key wanna get around and experiment a bit. Dudes are hot!”, he began laughing which eased the tension. He took a seat on his bed and encouraged me to do the same.

“Aye bro, you know who you’re talking to? No need to justify that to my horny ass!”, I smiled back after pushing his shoulder jokingly.

“Shut up man!”, he cackled back as he pushed in return.

The pushing eventually broke into a faux wrestling match of sorts on his bed. Bron was inherently much bigger and stronger, so it didn’t take long for him to climb on top of me and pin me down.

“You lucky there’s no ref to count you out.”, he said giggling.

“Guess you can’t win then!”, I responded before flipping him over so I was on top. That took a lot of strength.

We stared at each other for a stretch of time before breaking into laughter.

“Thank you for not making this situation weird, bro. This is why I love your stupid ass.”, Bron expressed before enveloping me in a hug.

This was a nice moment, but our bodies touching this closely was accelerating an already horny mind. Especially given there was still an elephant in the room - he clearly felt a way about me.

We embraced for what felt like eternity before I lifted my face to look at him again. It was a staring contest for the ages, eventually broken by Bron closing his eyes and cackling. I joined in on the laughter.

“What, bro?”, he questioned, looking straight at me.

“Man, it’s nothing…”, I brushed it off with a stupid smile, unwilling to express my feelings.

“Oh, be for real bro. Come here.”, Bron said before gently pulling my head down to meet his, our lips colliding tenderly. We gave each other a few soft smooches before Bron looked up at me with a smile.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.”