I was sprawled on Jace's bed. Chest heaving, cum cooling on the sheets under me, hole throbbing from the aftermath. My brain was fried. The poppers buzz was fading and the post-nut clarity was rolling in. Jeez. The haze mixed with the humiliation of what I'd just done.
Two guys. One of whom was my actual friend. Had just had their hands inside me like I was some dumb sub bottom bitch they'd picked up off Grindr.
And I'd blown my load from fingers alone. Not even a single dick touch. Hands-free, like an eager needy bottom in a video. Nate was staring at me, his hand frozen mid-stroke on his cock, face stuck between awe and something else. Fear, maybe. I don't know. The kind of look you give a buddy who just did something you can't categorize yet.
Jace slapped my ass one more time. Casual as fuck. Like he'd just dapped me up after a game. "Told you. Now, Nate, strip. Your butt's next on the chopping block."
Nate blinked. Shook his head quick, like he was snapping out of a trance. "No way, man. That was Carter's thing. I'm good just watching. Pass me a beer instead." He tried to chuckle but it came out tight.
Jace smirked, wiping his slick fingers on a towel from his desk, eyes locked on Nate like a panther sizing up his next meal. "Come on, bro. You were all in on the demo. Don't bail now. Makes you look weak. Carter took it like a champ. Your turn to learn hands-on."
I pushed myself up on shaky arms, flipping onto my side, still in my jockstrap, dick softening but sensitive as hell. Part of me wanted to have Nate's back. Tell Jace to fuck off. But the other part, the part still buzzing from whatever the hell had just happened to me, wanted Nate to crack too. Share the shame. The reasoning was not great but it was the reasoning I had.
"Yeah, Nate," I muttered, voice rough and broken like I'd just finished a sprint. "Don't be a pussy. It's just fingers."
Nate shot me a glare. But his cheeks were flushed and his cock was still half-hard in his gym shorts. "Easy for you to say. You just nutted like a slut. I'm a top, dude. Total top. Always have been. No one's touching my ass."
Jace laughed, low and mocking, tossing the lube bottle from hand to hand. "That's what they all say. Carter said the same exact shit five minutes ago. Look at him now, leaking and spent." He stepped closer to Nate, voice dropping. "Strip down to your jock. We'll keep it light. Just a quick tease, like we did with him. You can bail anytime."
Nate shifted on his feet, glancing at the door like he was considering bolting. "Fuck it. I'm out for tonight. I should do work. See my girlfriend." But he didn't move. His eyes flicked back to my exposed ass, still red from the slaps. The room was thick with that post-gym sweat smell mixing with cheap lube and man cum. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Listen. Fine. You can try your thumb thing. Briefly. But if I don't make a noise. No moan, no whimper, nothing. In one minute, we're done. I'm not a bottom, okay? Sound fair?"
Jace's grin widened, like he'd hooked a beautiful new fish. "Deal. One minute. Clock starts when I touch." He didn't finish the sentence. I think he was about to say something like when I touch your virgin boy pussy, dude, and changed his mind because the unfinished sentence was hotter. He nodded at me. "Carter, time it on your phone."
I grabbed my phone from the floor, smirking despite myself. "Got it. Strip, bro."
Nate grumbled, kicking off his sneakers and peeling down his shorts, revealing his black jockstrap. The pouch was bulging. I knew better than to point it out. He was jacked from the gym, thick thighs, cut abs, the whole package. He climbed onto the bed a little awkward and suddenly he was on all fours next to me, ass up. I don't think Nate had ever been in that vulnerable a pose in his entire life. Definitely not in front of two guys with poppers and a glove. His face turned away like he couldn't look us in the eye.
"Alright. Make it quick, pledge. Keep it clean. Gloves on."
Jace snapped on a fresh glove and squirted out some lube. That sound alone felt obscene. "Relax, big man. It's just a thumb." He knelt behind Nate, hands spreading his bubble-butt cheeks slow, exposing that tight, shaved hole. Pink and untouched. Just like mine had been twenty minutes ago. Nate tensed. Muscles rippling. Jace pressed his thumb pad right at the rim, circling small, light pressure. "Clock it, Carter."
"Starting now," I said, hitting the timer. Watching this from the other side was, I'm not gonna lie, doing something to me I wasn't ready to deal with. Thirty seconds in, Nate was stone silent, jaw clenched, but I saw his hole twitch now and then, exactly like mine had. He shifted his knees. Breathed steady. But his cock was stirring in the jock. Something waking up from the pressure.
"Forty-five seconds." Jace kept the circles going, firmer now, thumbprint teasing the opening without going in. Nate's breath hitched. Just a tiny sound, but he swallowed it. I watched my buddy's hole start to open like a rare delicate flower, and my brain offered up that exact phrase, which I rejected, except not really, because there it was on file now and there was no taking it back.
"Fifty-five." Nate's thighs were trembling for sure now. Hole pulsing visibly. He was fighting back hard. Sweat beading at his hairline. He hung his neck down a little to focus and resist. Or maybe to let himself feel it for a second without anyone seeing his face. I knew that move. I'd done it ten minutes ago.
"Time!" I said. But right as the word left my mouth, Jace didn't stop. He slid the tip of his index finger alongside the thumb, dipping just the very end in, grazing inside the soft guts of Nate.
"What the fuck." Nate's voice cracked, then it turned into a low groan as Jace curled slightly. "Oh fuck. Fuuuuck." I saw his back bow and his hips push back, just a fraction, before he caught himself. What. Wow.
"Minute's up," Jace said smooth, like nothing had happened. "You held out. No noise. But damn, bro, your hole knows how to grip already. Let's extend the deal. Two fingers for two minutes. No begging, and we stop for the night."
Nate whipped his head around, glaring. He didn't seem to realize from this angle he looked like a total porn star power bottom. "That's bullshit. You cheated, you shit." He laughed a little to make light of it. The weird thing was he kept his body in the pose, ass still pointed out at us both like a weapon. "Added a finger at the end."
"Didn't hear a peep till after," Jace taunted, finger still teasing close to the crack. "Come on, Nate. Prove you're tougher than Carter. He moaned like a bitch on three." Jace leaned forward and pressed a soft, seductive kiss to Nate's waiting tight butt. Like the whole thing was a joke. Like guys kissed each other's asses for laughs.
I laughed, even though it stung. "He's right, dude. Take the deal or pussy out for good, ha."
Nate hesitated. Hole still exposed. Body tense. "Fine. Two minutes, two fingers. But no prostate shit. Just in and out. If I don't leak pre-cum, you owe me a case of beer and we never speak of this ever again. I'm an alpha top."
"Deal," Jace said, way too eagerly. He lubed up and slid two fingers in to the first knuckle, slow. Nate grunted. Quiet, but I heard it. "Timer."
"Go." Jace worked them gentle at first, in and out, no curling. Nate bit his lip and stayed silent. Yes. But at one minute, I looked down. His cock was fully hard, a giant tent pole in the jock. Jace smirked, twisted slightly, grazed that one spot.
Nate's breath caught but he held it. "Ninety seconds." His hole was loosening, fingers gliding easier, and a bead of pre-cum was glistening at his tip.
"Almost time," I announced. But Jace pushed deeper, added a scissor motion, and Nate let out a sharp intense "Ah, fuck!"
"Close, but you leaked," Jace chuckled, fingers still moving inside that new boy pussy, working it over, opening it up for something. "Since you lost, you have to survive three fingers and three minutes. If you don't leak or cum, then you know what? I'll let you fuck me next time we hook up. And you can bring whoever you want for me to bottom for."
Nate panted, face red. "You sneaky little fucker. Alright. But no more bargaining. And if I hold it, you bottom for both of us tonight. Your ass is ours." He paused. Swallowed. "Okay. Get me some poppers already. Jesus."
The Jesus killed me. Like he was asking God to pass them.
Jace nodded and grabbed the poppers. "Inhale, bro." Nate took a hit. Deep, both sides. Head rushing as Jace pulled out, re-lubed, and slid one, two, then three fingers in deep and steady. Nate hissed. Body arching. No full moan. "Drivers, start your engines."
The minutes dragged. At one minute, Nate was sweating profusely, his hole stretched wider than I'd thought it would go, fingers pumping in and out like a piston. "You're doing good," Jace cooed, like a proud coach at some elite varsity game. He wasn't mocking. I mean, I don't think he was mocking. "You're much tougher than our Carter here was."
"Fuck you," Nate growled, trying to keep his honor, the betrayal of his own overwhelming pleasure. But his voice wavered. At two minutes, Jace curled all three, rubbing relentless on that G spot, the prostate button. Nate's dick throbbed, pre-cum dripping steady. The jock was soaked.
"Thirty seconds," I said. My own cock was stirring again watching this. I was fully hard and wanted to stroke it so, so bad. Nate was breaking faster than I'd expected. Moans slipping, low and reluctant. Then a sharp cry, like a porn actress whimper or something.
"Almost time!" But Jace didn't stop, slamming deeper, milking hard. Nate yelled, body convulsing, cum shooting into his jock without a touch and running down his entire leg.
"Fuck yeah," Jace crowed, pulling out slow as I called time. Nate collapsed beside me, panting.
"You came, bro. I win."
Nate glared, spent. "I mean. But." He was breathless. "He cheated again, no?"
Jace stripped the glove off and started stroking himself. "Since I win, I think I need to let my lips meet your ass for one big final kiss."
Nate hesitated, hole twitching empty. "Fine, Jace. You won. Fair. But that's it. Kiss it and be done." It came out more like a demand than a condition. Like he wanted it on the record that he was the one telling Jace to do it.
I couldn't believe it. Had Nate flipped that easily? Jace dove in, tongue lapping, and Nate's excuses melted into moans inside of five seconds. Then Nate did the thing I had not expected to see Nate ever do, which was roll over onto his back, knees up, his pert ass fully presented like it was built for dick injections. "Deeper! Deeper!" Jace pulled his mouth away and his fingers slipped right back into Nate's virgin, newly stretched hole, no gloves this time. It was anyone's guess what was about to happen next.
Damn. I was fully hard. I walked over with my dick hovering over Nate's face. I looked down at him and smiled, and he turned his head up a little bit and saw me, face red and raw, fully blushed, awash with ecstasy.
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