The morning light spilled across the apartment kitchen, bouncing off steel pans and catching on the sheen of sweat still clinging faintly to their skin. Jack stood at the counter in just his boxers, hair sticking up in every direction, flipping eggs with a laziness that didn’t quite match the muscle flexing in his shoulders as he moved.
Ethan wandered in shirtless, scratching at his chest, yawning so wide Jack thought he’d fall over. Instead, Ethan leaned against the fridge, watching Jack cook.
“Bro, you cook eggs like you’re deadlifting ‘em,” Ethan said, smirking.
Jack flexed his bicep exaggeratedly with the spatula in hand. “Gotta keep the form tight, bro. Can’t be sloppy on breakfast gains.”
Ethan snorted, grabbed a protein shake from the fridge, and tipped it back like a beer. “Bet my shake’s got more protein than your fancy eggs.”
“Yeah, but my eggs don’t taste like chalk, bro,” Jack shot back. He plated the eggs, sliding them onto the table.
They sat down, knees brushing under the table without either of them moving away. Jack shoveled eggs into his mouth, cheeks puffing like a chipmunk. Ethan laughed. “Bro, slow down. You’re eatin’ like we didn’t just burn a thousand calories railin’ each other yesterday.”
Jack nearly choked on his food, coughing around his grin. “Keep your voice down, dude. The neighbors are gonna start wonderin’ why we’re both walking funny all the time.”
Ethan leaned back in his chair, smirk crooked. “Let ‘em wonder. We’re just two bros pushin’ each other to peak performance. Symmetry and all that.”
Jack grinned back, eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. “Yeah, symmetry. Gotta balance the macros and the ass pounding.”
They both burst out laughing, forks clattering against the plates. The air between them was so casual, so easy—yet charged, every brush of their legs or glance at each other’s bare chests humming with unspoken promise.
Jack polished off the last of his eggs and leaned back in his chair, tapping his fork against the plate like he was thinking through some master plan. Ethan raised a brow, still chewing.
“Don’t give me that look, bro. You’re cooking up trouble.”
Jack smirked. “Nah, I’m just thinking… yesterday you had me beggin’. You really think you’re the only one who can pull that off?”
Ethan’s grin spread slow, cocky. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, muscles thick and veined from the gym session the day before. “You serious, dude? You think you can flip it? You think you got the skills?”
Jack’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah, bro. I’m talkin’ about eating your ass till you’re the one beggin’ me to fuck you.”
The fork clattered from Ethan’s hand, and he barked a laugh. “You? Bro, you don’t got the finesse. You’re all brawn, no technique.”
Jack leaned closer, smirk crooked, voice low like he was laying down a challenge in the locker room. “Guess we’ll see about that. Bet I can have you tappin’ out, beggin’ for cock faster than you had me.”
Ethan’s tongue darted across his lip, eyes narrowing with playful heat. “Bro, if you can, I’ll call you the Ass-Eating Champ of this apartment. Hell, I’ll even let you rail me without a fight.”
Jack grinned, clapping his hands together. “Deal. Today’s the day I prove you ain’t the only one with magic tongue skills.”
Ethan stood, stretching slow and flexing on purpose, his shorts hanging low on his hips. “Alright, but first, we gotta stock up. I’m not hittin’ round two on an empty fridge. Let’s go grocery run, bro.”
Jack’s eyes flicked over Ethan’s body before grabbing his keys. “Fine. But you’re pushing the cart—gotta keep your ass warmed up for me.”
“Keep dreamin’, bro,” Ethan said, grinning as they headed out the door, shoulder-checking each other like it was all a game—but both of them were already imagining how the “contest” was gonna end.
The sliding doors whooshed open, cold AC rushing over their sweat-damp skin from the walk in. Jack grabbed a cart with one hand, flexing a little like he was showing off for nobody in particular. Ethan noticed and smirked.
“You really gotta make pushing a cart look like a deadlift, bro?”
Jack winked. “Gotta keep my form tight, bro. Can’t let the glutes slack—big night ahead.”
Ethan barked a laugh, shaking his head as they strolled down the produce aisle. He picked up a banana, holding it casually in his palm, turning it over slow. “What do you think, Jack? Too big for you?”
Jack raised his brows, stepped closer, and plucked a cucumber from the stack. He held it next to the banana, straight-faced. “Nah, bro. This is more your speed. You’d probably cry halfway through.”
A woman across the aisle gave them a strange look, and Ethan fought back a grin. “Keep talkin’, bro. People are gonna think we’re… y’know.”
Jack leaned in, voice low. “Let ’em. They got no idea we’re just… talkin’ about smoothies.”
They tossed fruit into the cart—bananas, strawberries, a couple bags of spinach. Then Ethan grabbed a bottle of olive oil, giving Jack a pointed look before dropping it in the cart.
“Healthy fats, bro,” he said innocently.
Jack’s smirk sharpened. “Yeah, and slippery hands. Noted.”
By the time they hit the protein aisle, the coded banter was in full swing. Ethan tapped a tub of whey. “You’re gonna need extra recovery, bro. Trust me.”
Jack slapped Ethan’s shoulder, leaning in so close his breath touched his ear. “I’m banking on it.”
They finished up at checkout, barely holding back their laughter as the cashier side-eyed the random combo of produce, protein, and way too much lube-like oil. Outside, with bags loaded into the trunk, Jack leaned back against the car, arms crossed over his chest.
“You nervous yet, bro? ’Cause once we’re back, it’s game on.”
Ethan smirked, popping the trunk shut. “Not nervous. Just curious how long you last before you’re the one beggin’ again.”
Jack grinned, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Guess you’ll find out soon, champ.”
Back at the apartment, they dumped the grocery bags on the counter, laughing as a banana rolled out and hit the floor. Jack scooped it up, holding it like a mic.
“Ladies and bros,” he announced, flexing with the banana, “welcome to tonight’s main event: The Beg For It Challenge.”
Ethan clapped slow, smirking. “Cute. But remember, bro—talk is cheap. You’ve never even gone down on an ass before. You sure you’re ready for this cardio?”
Jack dropped the banana in the fruit bowl, stalking up close so their chests almost touched. His smirk had sharpened into something hungrier.
“Cardio? Nah, bro. Think of it more like… deep stretching.”
Ethan snorted, but his eyes betrayed the heat. He shoved Jack’s shoulder lightly. “You’re all hype. No technique.”
Jack leaned closer, lips brushing Ethan’s ear as he murmured:
“Technique’s the part I can’t wait to test.”
That hit. Ethan swallowed, his cock already thickening in his gym shorts, and he knew Jack noticed.
They cleaned up the groceries fast, the air thick with tension. Finally Ethan dropped onto the couch, leaning back, arms sprawled like he was daring Jack.
“All right, bro,” Ethan drawled. “Show me what you’ve got. Remember the rules—you don’t win unless I beg you to rail me.”
Jack cracked his knuckles dramatically, then tugged Ethan’s shorts down just enough to expose his ass. He gave it a firm slap, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
“Guess I better pace myself, then,” Jack said with a grin. “Don’t wanna make you tap out too early.”
Ethan smirked, shifting to spread his legs wider. “Bring it, bro. Let’s see if you’ve got the stamina.”
Jack dropped to his knees between Ethan’s thighs, big hands gripping his buddy’s hips as he leaned in, hot breath ghosting across Ethan’s hole.
“Bro…” Jack chuckled, licking his lips. “This is about to get real sweaty.”
I drop to my knees between Ethan’s legs, palms sliding over his quads, feeling the heat in his muscles from the gym earlier. Bro’s solid everywhere—like handling a carved-up statue that just happens to be leaking body heat and cocky smirks.
I spread him wider, shorts down just enough, his ass right there in front of me. My chest tightens. Damn. I’ve had my mouth on his cock a dozen times, but this… this feels like crossing into some new kind of territory.
I lean close, nose almost brushing him, and Ethan shifts like he’s already feeling the heat.
“Smells like hard work, bro,” I murmur, my breath hot against his rim. “Like gym sweat and testosterone. Kinda fuckin’ perfect.”
Ethan laughs nervously, trying to play it cool.
“Don’t hype it up, bro. You’re the one who’s gotta prove himself.”
I grin, dragging a thumb down between his cheeks, not touching the hole yet, just close enough he can feel the promise of it.
“Prove myself? Bro, you’re already squirming. You feel that tension? That’s your ass begging me and I haven’t even started.”
He flexes his legs, trying to sit back deeper into the couch like he’s chill, but I can see it—his hole tightening, clenching, like it’s alive waiting for me.
I blow a slow stream of air across it, watching Ethan hiss through his teeth.
“Fuck, bro…”
That makes me smirk even harder.
“You like that? That’s just air. Imagine when I actually put my tongue on you. You’re gonna fold in under thirty seconds.”
I dip lower, dragging the flat of my tongue across the inside of his thigh, just close enough to make him twitch. My lips leave hot trails, working closer, but never landing where he wants.
Ethan growls, gripping the couch cushions.
“Bro… you gonna rim me or write poetry about it?”
I laugh, give his hip a squeeze.
“Patience, bro. This is strategy. Gotta soften you up before I go for the kill.”
I nose right up to the rim now, close enough I can feel the heat of it. I stop, hovering, letting the moment stretch until Ethan’s practically vibrating.
I hover one last second, soaking in the heat rolling off his body, the way his hole clenches like it’s waiting for me. Then I flatten my tongue and drag it slow right across his rim.
Fuck.
It’s hot, slicker than I expected, salty with sweat, and so alive under me. His whole body jerks like I just plugged him into a socket. Ethan groans low and guttural, head dropping back against the couch.
“Jesus, bro…” he pants, voice cracking on the edge of a moan. “You’re actually… fuck—”
I grin against him, licking again, circling now, letting my tongue trace the ring, tease the edges, like I’m mapping out the borders of his new favorite place. His rim flutters under me, twitching against every stroke, like it’s trying to pull me in deeper.
I press my tongue flat, push harder, really tasting him now. Sweat, musk, that raw male tang that hits the back of my throat and makes my cock throb.
“Damn, bro…” I mutter against his ass, voice muffled but cocky. “You taste better than you smell.”
Ethan barks a laugh that melts into a moan when I spear my tongue just barely inside. His hips buck up, driving himself onto me.
“Fuck, Jack—oh my god, bro, you’re actually good at this.”
That makes me growl, hunger sparking hotter. I grip his thighs harder, tongue working in steady circles, then stabbing deeper, sloppy and greedy. I can feel his rim softening, giving up to me, opening like it wants every inch of me inside.
“Thought you said I didn’t have the skill, huh?” I pull back just long enough to smirk up at him, lips wet, his taste still on my tongue.
“You were wrong, bro. This ass was made for my mouth.”
Ethan’s eyes are wild, chest heaving, sweat already rolling down his abs. He’s gripping the couch like he’s holding on for dear life.
“Don’t stop, bro. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
So I don’t. I dive back in, tongue working him in deep strokes, lapping, teasing, worshipping until all I can hear is Ethan’s moans and all I can taste is him.
I bury my face back in his crack, tongue sliding long and flat over his rim, then switching it up—tight circles, quick flicks, lazy drags. Every move gets a different sound out of him, and I’m cataloging them like I’m training for a sport.
“Yeah, that one, huh?” I mutter against him after a sharper flick makes him groan deep from his chest. “That’s your weak spot, bro.”
He doesn’t even answer, just bucks up, forcing his hole tighter against my mouth. So I go harder, tongue stabbing, pushing, spreading him just enough to feel him twitch wide open before I pull back to tease his rim with sloppy, wet licks.
My spit’s running down his crack now, mixing with his sweat, dripping onto the couch cushion. I lap it back up, slurping loud on purpose.
“You hear that, bro?” I pant, smirking even though my chin’s soaked. “That’s your ass begging for me.”
Ethan’s legs tremble, thighs flexing under my grip. His hands fly down, clutching my hair, not pushing me away but pulling me closer, grinding his hole right into my face.
“Fuck, Jack—dude, you’re eating me alive.”
That just makes me hungrier. I flatten my tongue, press it hard across his rim, then swirl slow, relentless circles until he’s squirming. I stop just short of pushing in, hovering, dragging my tongue around and around like I’m edging his ass itself.
“You want it deeper, don’t you, bro?” I growl, licking slow and deliberate. “I can feel you clenching for me. You’re trying to suck my tongue in.”
He groans so loud the walls probably shake. His cock slaps wetly against his abs as he writhes, dripping precum like a faucet.
“Jesus—Jack, holy shit—your tongue’s fucking killing me…”
I switch it up again, fast flicks against his rim, relentless, teasing the nerve endings until he’s gasping, his whole body jerking like I’m electrocuting him.
“Bro,” I pant between licks, “I could stay down here all day. Your hole’s got me hard as fuck.”
I suck on him now, like his rim’s a nipple, pulling hard, letting the suction pop when I release. Ethan cries out, a sharp, desperate sound, hips bucking off the couch.
I dive right back in, tongue stabbing fast and messy, my spit running down his crack, my nose buried against his sweaty taint. His hole flutters, relaxes, opens, then clenches hard again like it can’t decide if it wants to resist or surrender.
“Fuck, man…” I pull back just long enough to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, panting, cock throbbing so hard it hurts. “You’re the best meal I ever had.”
Ethan’s face is twisted, pure bliss and torture, his abs flexing as sweat drips down his chest. He’s gripping the cushions so hard his knuckles are white.
And I just smirk, licking slow across his rim again, lazy and cruel.
“Not gonna stop till you beg me to fuck you, bro.”
Jack had Ethan spread across the couch cushions, his hands keeping Ethan open while he stayed locked in down low, eating him out like a man possessed. Every flick, every push of his tongue had Ethan moaning deeper, the cocky confidence he’d carried at the grocery store unraveling inch by inch.
Jack pressed in harder, nose buried, tongue sliding in deep and dragging slow, savoring the taste. Ethan’s thighs trembled against Jack’s shoulders, his knuckles white where they clutched at the couch.
“Fuuuck, bro…” Ethan groaned, his voice cracking, the bravado gone. “You’re—shit—you’re wreckin’ me.”
Jack pulled back just enough to grin against him, spit slick and shining. “What’s that? Can’t hear you, man. Thought you said I couldn’t keep up.” He dove right back in, tongue stroking lazy circles until Ethan let out a strangled sound that was half growl, half plea.
Ethan tried to hold on, hips jerking forward like he could fight it, but Jack’s pace stayed relentless—teasing, pressing, filling. The wet sounds between them were obscene, the kind that made the air heavy with heat.
Finally, Ethan snapped. His voice was hoarse, desperate:
“Fuck it—Jack—bro—please. Just fuck me already. I’m beggin’. You win, man, you fucking win. Just get in me.”
Jack pulled back, face flushed, lips glistening, looking up at him with that smug fire in his eyes. “Knew you’d break, bro. Nobody survives this tongue.”
Ethan was panting, head tipped back, body wrecked with need. “Yeah, well… guess I’m the proof.”
Jack climbed up between Ethan’s spread legs on the couch, chest heaving, a cocky grin splitting his face. Ethan was still catching his breath, spread open and slick from the rimjob, eyes glazed but burning with hunger.
Jack lined up, just pressing the fat head of his cock against Ethan’s hole, rubbing it in lazy circles. “Damn, bro… you’re twitchin’ already. Tongue wasn’t enough for you, huh?”
Ethan groaned, pushing his hips down like he could force it in. “Don’t play, man. You got me beggin’. You know I need it.”
Jack chuckled low, grinding the head against the rim, stretching it open just enough to sting before sliding back out. “Yeah, you need this dick. Gonna stretch you wide, bro. Couch might break before you do.”
“Shit, stop teasin’, Jack,” Ethan growled, voice cracking with need.
Jack leaned down, their foreheads almost touching, still rubbing his cock head slow at the entrance. “Say it again, bro. Say you want this dick in you.”
“I fuckin’ want it,” Ethan groaned, eyes squeezed shut, muscles clenching under Jack’s teasing pressure. “I want your cock, man. Just give it to me.”
Jack smirked, finally pressing forward, the fat head popping through with that deep stretch that had Ethan gasping. “There we go… ohhh, fuck yeah. That’s my boy. Taking me so damn good already.”
Ethan clutched at Jack’s shoulders, moaning hard as Jack sank in slow, inch by inch, savoring every second of the stretch.
“You feel that, bro?” Jack grunted, hips pushing forward steady, his cock sliding deeper. “That’s me filling you up. Fuckin’ knew I’d wreck this ass.”
Ethan was panting, head rolling back on the couch. “Fuck, man—keep goin’. I’m yours.”
Jack braced his hands against the couch cushions, feeling Ethan’s body trembling beneath him. The last inch slid home with a wet, tight squeeze, and suddenly he was buried balls-deep in his best bro. The heat around his cock was unreal—clutching, pulling, like Ethan’s body was made to milk him.
Jack let out a ragged groan. “Ohhh fuck, bro… you’re so fuckin’ tight. You got me locked in. Shit feels insane.”
Ethan’s arms hooked around his shoulders, nails dragging down his back. “Move, man… I need it. Give it to me.”
Jack pulled out slow, his cock dragging against every ridge inside, then slammed back in with a wet smack that rocked the couch. “Fuuuck yeah!” He laughed, breathless. “Listen to that, bro. Couch is squeakin’ like it knows I’m wreckin’ you.”
The rhythm built—steady, deep strokes that made Ethan groan into his ear. Jack couldn’t get over the way it felt: his best friend, the guy who’d spotted him at the gym a hundred times, now clutching at him like he couldn’t live without this cock. Every thrust had his whole body buzzing.
“Bro talk to me,” Jack grunted, hips pistoning now, sweat dripping down his spine. “Tell me how good it is. Tell me how bad you needed me in your ass.”
Ethan’s voice broke into gasps between thrusts. “It’s fuckin’ perfect, man—stretchin’ me so deep. You’re hittin’ me just right. Fuuuuck, Jack—I can’t get enough.”
Jack’s chest swelled, ego roaring. He pressed his forehead to Ethan’s, pounding into him harder. “Damn right. This is what you begged for. My cock buried in you, makin’ you mine. Best fuckin’ feeling of my life, bro. Nothin’ beats this.”
Every slam made the couch bounce, their sweaty bodies slapping loud, the room filled with their groans and breathless laughs. Jack was grinning like a madman even as his body shook, lost in the rush of fucking his bro raw and steady.
Jack slowed his hips, letting each stroke grind deep, savoring every inch of Ethan’s body clenching around him. His cock throbbed inside that heat, wrapped up so snug he could feel every twitch, every squeeze, like Ethan’s ass was trying to pull him even deeper.
“Fuck, bro…” Jack groaned, dragging his length out slow until just the head stretched Ethan’s rim, then sinking back in with a steady push. The glide was slick, hot, and perfect—like his cock was carved to fit there. “You got me in a chokehold back here. My dick don’t wanna leave.”
Ethan moaned low, gripping Jack’s arms. “Stay in me, man. Just keep it there. Feels too good.”
Jack pressed his chest to Ethan’s, their sweat-slicked bodies stuck together, breathing in sync. Every thrust was slow and deliberate now—more than fucking, it was like he was fusing with his bro. His cock pulsed with each heartbeat, buried so deep he could feel Ethan’s body respond with every clench.
“God damn,” Jack murmured against his ear, voice rough. “I can feel you milkin’ me, bro. Every squeeze—fuck—it’s like you’re beggin’ my cock not to pull out.”
He shifted his angle, rolling his hips, grinding the head of his cock right against that spot that made Ethan’s breath hitch. Jack smirked, whispering, “Yeah, I felt that. You love that slow grind, huh? My dick knows your spot now.”
Ethan’s answer was a needy groan, his ass tightening down around Jack like it wanted to hold him hostage. Jack’s cock throbbed harder inside, every nerve lit up, the tight heat massaging him like nothing he’d ever felt. He bit down on Ethan’s shoulder, groaning into his skin as he set that slow, deep rhythm—each thrust a promise, each grind a reminder they were closer than bros had any right to be.
Jack’s voice dropped to a whisper, hot and shaky. “Bro… I could stay buried in your ass all fuckin’ night.”
Jack had meant to keep the rhythm slow, to draw out every second of feeling Ethan’s ass clench down around him, but the words kept slipping out of his bro’s mouth—and each one lit him up hotter.
Ethan tilted his head back, smirking through the moans. “Damn, bro… you makin’ me remember how I was beggin’ for this cock. You had me desperate, man. Beggin’ you to rail me like I needed it more than air.”
Jack groaned deep, his hips grinding harder before he even realized it. His cock throbbed inside Ethan like it was answering for him. “Shit… don’t remind me, bro. You were down there beggin’ like my dick was the only thing in the world. Got me feelin’ like a fuckin’ king.”
Ethan clenched around him, playful and taunting. “Yeah? Then show me. Prove it again. Make me beg harder this time.”
That cracked something in Jack. His hands dug into Ethan’s hips, pulling him down hard as he started driving in with heavier thrusts. The couch creaked, his balls slapped, and suddenly the slow grind was gone—replaced by a steady hammering that had Ethan gasping.
“Fuck, bro!” Jack groaned, sweat dripping off his brow as his cock pistoned deep, harder each time. “You wanted me to prove it? Here it is—take every fuckin’ inch!”
Ethan clutched at him, moaning through gritted teeth. “There it is, Jack… that’s the cock that had me beggin’. That’s the one I can’t say no to.”
Jack’s whole body was on fire, his cock swelling inside Ethan, stretching him wide. He was right there on the edge, balls tight, every thrust pushing him closer. His voice cracked in Ethan’s ear, raw and urgent. “Shit, bro—I’m so close. You’re squeezin’ me like you’re tryna milk me dry.”
Ethan growled back, his tone hungry, goading. “Do it, man. Fill me again. Show me how bad you wanted me beggin’ for your cock.”
Jack couldn’t hold it anymore. Ethan’s words, that hungry grip of his ass, the way he kept flexing like he was wringing the cum straight out of him—it all broke Jack wide open.
“Fuck, Ethan—I’m there, bro! Take it, take all of it!” Jack roared, slamming in deep one last time. His cock throbbed, then erupted, pulse after heavy pulse of hot cum flooding Ethan’s hole. His whole body shook with the release, hips jerking as he emptied himself, grinding deep to make sure not a single drop spilled.
Ethan moaned like he’d been waiting for it, clutching Jack close as he felt every thick spurt paint him inside. “Yeah, bro… that’s it. Fuckin’ fill me.”
Jack’s forehead dropped to Ethan’s shoulder, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside him. Then, slowly, he pulled out—cum spilling warm and sticky down Ethan’s crack. Jack caught the sight and grinned through his ragged breaths.
“Fuck… look at that mess,” he chuckled, voice still shaky with afterglow. “Can’t just waste it.”
Before Ethan could fire back, Jack dropped between his legs, spreading him open. His tongue dove in, licking the slick, cum-slick hole. He slurped greedily, cleaning out the creamy mess he’d just left, groaning at the taste of himself mixed with Ethan’s sweat.
Ethan bucked under him, gasping, “Holy fuck, Jack—eating your own load outta me? You’re filthy, bro.”
Jack pulled back for a second, smirking up at him with his chin shiny. “Filthy as hell… but hot, right?” Then he dove back in, tongue pushing deep, savoring the salty, musky mix as if it was his reward.
Ethan was moaning nonstop, his body squirming as Jack tongue-fucked him, devouring his own cum until there was nothing left to lick clean.
Jack kept at it, tongue working Ethan’s hole like he was starving for it. The mix of sweat, musk, and his own cum had him groaning into Ethan’s ass, the vibration shooting straight through him. He spread Ethan wider, getting his tongue deeper, swirling and stabbing until Ethan’s whole body was twitching.
“Bro… fuck, Jack—I can’t—” Ethan’s voice cracked into a ragged moan, his cock drooling precum across his abs. He fisted it desperately, but every time he tried to stroke, Jack’s tongue hit a spot inside him that made his hand freeze, shuddering helplessly.
Jack pulled back just enough to breathe, his chin dripping. “C’mon, bro… let it happen. Blow for me while I’m eatin’ you out. Show me how good my load feels in you.”
That was it. Ethan let out a guttural, broken groan as his whole body clenched. His cock jerked, then erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting across his chest, up his throat, splattering everywhere. He bucked into Jack’s face, his hole spasming hard around that tongue, milking every drop of orgasm out of him.
Jack moaned like he was getting off all over again, lapping hungrily at Ethan’s twitching rim, swallowing down every last trace. He didn’t stop until Ethan was spent and trembling, chest heaving, cum dripping down his skin.
Finally, Jack pulled up, grinning like a wolf with his chin slick and shining. “Told you, bro. I don’t just fuck you—I wreck you.”
Ethan could barely lift his head, but he smirked, cum still running down his abs. “You… you’re a sick fuck, Jack. And I fucking love it.”
Jack finally collapsed next to Ethan on the couch, both of them sweaty and marked up, their skin sticking where it pressed together. He ran a hand over his bro’s chest, tracing through the cooling mess of cum, then leaned in and kissed Ethan’s jaw, still grinning like he’d just won a championship.
“Bro,” Jack said, voice low but full of that cocky laugh. “Not gonna lie… my first time eating ass. And holy fuck—it was insane. Like… I thought I’d be grossed out or something, but nah. It was hot as shit. You had me hard the whole time, just from tongue-fucking your hole.”
Ethan let out a ragged chuckle, turning his head to look at him, eyes heavy-lidded but shining. “Yeah? Bro, you were going at it like you found your new favorite pre-workout snack.”
Jack barked out a laugh, burying his face against Ethan’s neck, then pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “For real, though—what about you? Having me eat you out like that. And then…” he smirked, biting his lip, “…me slurping up my own load out of your ass. What was that like?”
Ethan groaned, dragging a hand down his face, then gave Jack a half-dazed grin. “Bro… that was next-level. I’ve had chicks rim me before, but never like that. You were worshipping it, man. And when you went back in after busting in me? Fuck, I lost it. Having you eat your cum out of me—made me feel like I was your personal toy. I’ve never shot that hard in my life.”
Jack growled playfully, rolling half on top of him and grinding his still half-hard cock against Ethan’s thigh. “Damn, bro. Hearing you say that almost makes me wanna go for round two right now.”
Ethan smirked, flicking a bead of cum from his chest at Jack. “Easy, champ. My ass needs a cooldown set. Call it… active recovery.”
Jack laughed, pressing a lazy kiss to his bro’s lips, their sweat and cum mixing on their skin. “Fair. But, bro… I think I’m addicted now. Eating ass is on the program, every week.”
Ethan shook his head, still smiling wide. “Fine. But next time, I’m making you do it after leg day. We’ll see if you’re still that hungry when your quads are on fire.”
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