Do Me A Favor

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Tate hissed in quick bursts as he sank down onto his best friend’s thick cock.

“You’re tight,” Ramsey commented as he lay on his back, distracted by the phone is his hands.

“Are you texting?” Tate asked, appalled, as he came to a stop, his friends dick firmly lodged up in his muscular ass.

“Yeah,” Ramsey replied like he was bored.

“With who?” Tate asked with an eyeroll.

“Jenkins. He wants to meet later for a beer,” Ramsey replied as if it were the most natural thing to have his dick up his best friends butt.

Tate sucked in a deep quick breath. “Oh my god. You’re fucking huge,” he hissed as he tried to get comfortable.

“He wants to know if you want to go,” Ramsey said as he continued to text.

Tate thought for a second and then shrugged. “Yeah.”

Ramsey chuckled. “He said he texted you, but you didn’t answer.”

“Maybe I didn’t because I’m sitting on your cock,” Tate said grunting between words as he swiveled his hard body around on the cock, stretching his hole.

Ramsey laughed. “Want me to tell him that for you?”

“Yeah. You do that,” Tate mocked. “Maybe he can come over and film us,” he said dripping with sarcasm.

“Meh. No one wants to see this,” Ramsey commented with a wave off with his hand.

“Apparently, YOU don’t,” Tate stated passive aggressively. He was frustrated in Ramsey’s lack of enjoyment.

“Uh, I’m right here, dick head,” Ramsey informed him with his hands out.

“Your COCK is here. YOU’RE not. I might as well be posting a dildo,” Tate said as he slowly began raising himself and then lowering.

“That can be arranged,” Ramsey said condescendingly.

“What? But a dildo can’t text one of its best friends while it’s inside my ass,” Tate said in sarcastic tone. “Oh, wait. It can!” An obvious jab at Ramsey.

“You just call me a dildo? Quit your bitching. I’m doing YOU a favor,” Ramsey reminded him.

Ramsey took a sudden deep breath and a sigh at the feeling of Tate’s tight hole’s vice-like grip on his dick. He closed his eyes and savored the warm hole wrapped around his big cock.

“No. Your COCK is doing me a favor.” Tate began to quicken his pace, resting his hands down on Ramsey’s pumped chest.

“Dude, I’m fucking you like you wanted,” Ramsey tossed his phone on the side table with frustration. He threw back his head and smiled because his dick felt so good up his buddy’s ass.

“I know but you could ACT like you’re into it.” Tate took in a deep breath and moaned.

“I said I would fuck you, not date you.” Ramsey let out a smooth long moan.

“And I appreciate it,” Tate said between taking two deep breaths, “but I would never date you anyway. You’re a dick.”

“I’m good with that. If I were gay, I wouldn’t date you either,” Ramsey countered as he fucked up into his best friend.

Tate suck in a short gasp, not expecting the sudden jab into his ass before asking, “Why is that?”

Ramsey sighed and replied, “Number one, you talk too much during sex. Number two, you’re fucking bossy and number three, you’re too pretty.”

Tate stopped all motion as he looked down at Ramsey’s handsome face in confusion.

“What? Too pretty? The fuck are you talking about, you fucking Ken doll,” Tate said, surprised that Ramsey would consider himself less attractive of the two.

Ramsey put his hands behind his head and settled in, casually flexing his biceps to show off and said, “There’s no way in hell I would date someone prettier than me.”

“See? You’re a dick. How am I prettier than you? Your body is insane,” Tate marveled, which is why he could still stay hard with all the conversation. “Stop calling me pretty. Sounds girly.”

Ramsey balked, “Says the guy sitting on a cock. Anyway, your body is MORE insane, and you look like a fucking model. You’d leave me for the next best thing.”

Tate stopped again and looked offended and surprised. Ramsey was by far one of the hottest guys he has ever known. Any gay guy would be the luckiest dude on the planet to have his cock in their ass.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he said offended.

“Uh huh. You say that now. You’re riding my cock. What else could you say?” Ramsey smirked.

Tate resumed his ride, really sinking down deep. His head thrown back at times, biting his bottom lip has he let slip a string of “fuck” every time he hit bottom.

Tate panted as he tried to continue the conversation. “Do you think I would have asked any other dude to fuck me?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure you get offers,” Ramsey shrugged.

“Dude. No one knows I like dick,” Tate stated as if Ramsey had forgotten.

“Let’s keep it that way,” Ramsey stated. “Or at least keep my dick out of it.” Ramsey did not want it to get out that he was dicking his best friend.

“Well, now I understand why your dick gets hard at all.”

“Do you?” Ramsey asked with a curious eyebrow raised.

“You think I’m hot,” Tate said matter-of-factly and then a playful wag of his eyebrows.

Ramsey rolled his eyes. “Of course, I do, dumbass. I wouldn’t fuck an ugly guy,” Ramsey said as he reached up and grasped Tate by his small waist and guided the hot bottom up and down.

It’s true he found Tate very attractive and wondered what it would truly be like to date him. At the most, sometimes Ramsey thought himself bisexual but didn’t dwell on it too much.

“I’m surprised you’re fucking a guy at all,” Tate said passive aggressively.

“You ASKED me to.” Ramsey thrust up which made Tate tense up.

“FUCK!” Tate exclaimed as his jaw dropped. After he got over the initial shock of the forced thrust, he continued, “Because I trust you.”

“Right. If I didn’t give two shits about you, I wouldn’t give you anal relief.”

“Anal relief? Is that what you call this?” Tate mused.

Ramsey was lifting his hips off the bed in rhythm with Tate meeting him halfway.

“Isn’t it?” Ramsey asked as he grunted with each thrust.

“No, I don’t call it that,” Tate said as he sat straight up and rotated his ass in circles on Ramsey’s cock. “Besides, you get something out of this too, you know?” Tate kept gyrating his ass around on the thick cock in his ass and then lifted himself to the tip of the cock.

“Like what?” Ramsey grunted. He didn’t know why but this conversation was keeping him hard and interested.

“You don’t have to use a condom.” Tate slammed himself down and took a breath at the same time Ramsey moaned. “And, try as you might.” Another slam down. “You can’t get me pregnant.”

“I do like that,” Ramsey panted and grinned as he watched Tate’s smooth, tan muscular body flex and strain to take the fuck. “It is really nice to blow a load inside you and not have to worry about fucking birth control.”

“See? Win, win,” Tate smiled.

Ramsey grasped Tate’s bubblebutt impaled on his cock and squeezed it. “Your ass IS tighter than any pussy. I do like that,” Ramsey said then bit his bottom lip like he was determined to get his fill of the muscular ass.

“I’m happy my many years of doing heavy squats has made your dick feel good,” said Tate, sarcasm still displaying his attitude.

“I’m happy about that too. You’re keeping in tight, bro,” Ramsey taunted as he smacked his friend’s tight ass. “More than I can say about some of the bitches around here. I’d rather fuck a tight ass like yours than a lazy, soft pussy any day.”

Tate liked it when Ramsey talked about fucking pussy when they fucked but right now, he really wanted to feel this stud’s cum fill his hole.

“Can you just blow inside me, already?” Tate begged.

“No. I want to drag this out. I fucking love to see your jacked body squirm, big guy.”

“You call this squirming? I call this fucking,” Tate challenged.

The breathing became harder, the grunts louder, the sweat dripping as Ramsey went stiff, pulled Tate sown onto his cock and released a torrent of cum into his friend’s ass.

“Fuck yeah, you sexy fucker. Fill me up,” Tate growled as he felt the thick cock expand inside him. “Fuck yeah. Knock me up, dude.”

Ramsey started to relax, his cock spent. He eased himself back flat on the bed.

Tate remained on his cock, panting, sweating with a huge smile on his face. “Fuck. ME. Whew!”

“Just did, stud,” Ramsey smiled back. “You going to cum, dude?”

“I’m good. Knowing you messed in my gut is enough for me. For now.”

Tate crawled off Ramsey’s cock and lay down next to him. “So, for the record, I DO turn you on or else you wouldn’t be able to get hard.”

Ramsey rolled his eyes. “Bro, let’s not label this shit. I’m straight. You’re gay. You’re a hot dude and I like to fuck you.”

Ramsey did think Tate was hot. He did notice attractive guys and was curious what it would be like to bed one down. He also really liked pussy. He was flattered that Tate asked him to fuck. He was flabbergasted when Tate came out to him, totally took him by surprise. But looking back, some things made sense now. The constant compliments, the lingering touches, the drunken cuddling.

“Ok! Dude, I’m not complaining. Your cock is fucking amazing. I’d ride you all the time if I could.”

“You do ride me all the time,” Ramsey laughed.

“You know what I mean, asshole.”

“I have to admit. I do like seeing your big hunky body sliding on my pole,” Ramsey said really sexy. His cock was getting harder just thinking about how he liked dominating a man like Tate, the hottest fucker he knew.

“Yeah?” Tate’s responded with curiosity.

“Yeah. It’s empowering to know you’re this big, macho, muscle head who gets off on me,” Ramsey said as he patted Tate’s muscular quad.

“No, I get off on your COCK,” Tate corrected him. “Not YOU.”

“No, you get off on ME,” Ramsey replied knowingly, a shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

“Ok, conceited. What makes you think that?” Tate asked with a furrowed brow and an irritated expression.

Ramsey sneered a cocky sneer. He loved this. Now he was going to honestly say what he liked about Tate getting off on him. Tate was terrible at hiding his intentions.

“Uh, really? Remember, you begged for me to fuck you.”

“I didn’t BEG you,” Tate objected.

Ramsey chuckled. “Dude, you were like a scared little bitch and you begged like a little bitch too.”

Tate flinched. There was no way he would beg like a bitch for anything. “I did NOT beg like a little bitch!” Tate objected again.

Ramsey chuckled again. “Seeing you stutter to get the words out was priceless. ‘Ramsey, I need to ask you something’,” he mocked as Tate laid there with confused shock on his face. “what did you say? Oh, yeah. ‘I need a favor. I want you to fuck me.’”

Tate looked at him confused. He wasn’t aware of Ramsey’s glee in seeing him struggle to come to terms with his own sexuality.

Ramsey knew this was going to piss off Tate but he loved to see the big guy get worked up.

“You know,” Ramsey continued, “if you think about it, it’s kind of pathetic. Mr. Testosterone here was too scared to go out and find it,” he mocked, “so he chickened out and came to his best bro, Ramsey. YOU came to ME.” Ramsey was reveling like he’d finally won a prize that had escaped his grasp for far too long. “Why me, Tate?”

Tate looked over at his friend and was angry that he was being put on the spot by the guy who fulfilled his sexual desires. What was Ramsey trying to prove?

“I told you why.”

Ramsey continued, “You are the worst at this, man. You were so obviously into me from day one. I knew it and you knew it.”

“Whatever, Ramsey. You’re being a dick,” Tate said with growing irritation.

“You know what, Tate? I’m going to tell you why I agreed. I agreed because I wanted to see you grovel at my feet.”

“Dude! What?” Tate asked with total shock.

“It always feels like you think you’re better than me. You’re bigger, better looking, more domineering. You put on this big show for everyone that you’re this ‘master pussy chaser’. But I’m the only one who knows the truth. And I like that, it gives me leverage. Sometimes, I wish I could tell everyone what a bitch you are in the sheets than you wouldn’t be such an egotistical pretty boy.”

Tate sat up shocked. It seemed like Ramsey was pissed or something. How could a beautiful guy like Ramsey be jealous of him.

“I asked you and you agreed. YOU agreed. You could have told me no,” Tate reminded him as he jabbed his finger into Ramsey’s chest. “You got a taste of Grade A Prime ass and you liked it. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now with your load in my gut.”

“You still need me, or you’d be a pathetic twenty-two-year-old closet-case with no means of getting your jock cunt primed.”

Jock cunt? Wow, Tate thought. Ramsey was being a real dick, more than usual. Tate was getting pissed.

“I don’t need you.” Tate lay back down. “Like you said, I can find another hot dude to fuck me.”

“But he wouldn’t be me.” Then there was silence.

They both lay there, both contemplating the conversation. Each one was wondering what the other one was processing. Tate was openly gay to Ramsey so it would make sense that he would be into him. The dude was just his type. Ramsey was supposed to be straight as far as Tate knew. But for some reason, the dude had no problems fucking him.

“You’re not my first,” Tate said quietly.

Ramsey turned his head. “What? You told me your ass was cherry.”

“I told you that because I didn’t want you to think I was whoring around. You’d never let me here the end of it.”

Ramsey suddenly didn’t feel so special. “So, who?”

Tate didn’t really want to get into it but he did enjoy seeing the glee leave Ramsey’s face. The reason why he asked Ramsey to fuck him was because he didn’t want to have to out and find it, again. He was embarrassed and ashamed and it made him insecure. He hated anonymous sex. He trusted Ramsey and knew he was just open minded enough to consider it.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t want to tell you. It’s no big deal,” Tate said, trying to blow it off.

“No way, bro. You started this. Tell me,” Ramsey told him. He sounded like a jealous boyfriend. For once in his charmed life, he took a back seat to someone else.

Tate thought about it long and hard. “You have to promise you won’t tell anyone. I will murder you if you do.”

“Fine. Whatever,” Ramsey assured him but said it a little to eagerly.

“So, remember Parent’s Weekend a few months back?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, there was this really fucking hot DILF.”

“You hooked up with an older guy?” Ramsey asked slightly surprised.

“Yeah. But he was so fucking hot, dude. Fucking tall, build like a brick wall, handsome as fuck,” Tate smiled as he remembered. His dick was stiffening again.

“Ok, ok,” Ramsey said with a roll of his eyes, “The dude was ultra-hot. Get on with it,” Ramsey urged him on.

“So, he’s an alumnus of our frat. His kid is a legacy member. We were all at the house BBQ and he was staring at me the whole time. I didn’t know if he knew me or if he was cruising me. All I knew is that he was hot as fuck.”

Ramsey sat up. “A legacy?”

“Yeah,” Tate replied and then continued. “Anyway, he eventually made his way to me. I was nervous as shit. He started asking me questions about how I liked school and what I was planning on doing after graduation. He was flirting, subtle but I could tell. He kept complimenting me on my body. I decided what the hell, I flirted back.”

“How old was he?” Ramsey inquired.

“I don’t know, 40ish?” Tate said with a shrug.

“Where did you do the deed?” Ramsey asked a bit excited. Tate noticed Ramsey’s dick stiffening a bit.

“At one point it was pretty obvious we were into each other. I was pretty drunk, but I still wanted the dude. He made some excuse to his kid that he needed to leave. He took me back to his hotel room. Ramsey, he fucked me all night long. He was like a fucking machine!” Tate exclaimed.

“Tate, there only a few legacies in our frat,” Ramsey commented.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Brinkman, Davis, Johnson, Hernandez and Jenkins,” Ramsey counted off with his fingers.

“Yeah,” was all Tate said, wincing. He knew Ramsey was going to figure it out. He just hoped he wouldn’t get pissed or tell anyone.

“I’ve seen Brinkman’s dad. He’s gross. Davis’s dad is really fucking old. Johnson’s dad is dead. Hernandez’s dad wasn’t there that weekend.” Ramsey had a concentrated look on his face, going through all the dads before his eyes widened and slowly turned to look at Tate. “Oh my god! Jenkins? You fucked Jenkin’s dad? Holy shit!”

“Yeah?” Tate winced again. Not a question per say, but a sheepish admission.

“Oh my fucking god. Tate! Oh, my god!” Ramsey said loudly with disbelief.

“I know, dude! Stop freaking out!”

“Jenkins is going to freak the fuck out if he finds out,” Ramsey predicted.

“I KNOW! That’s why he can’t find out.”

Graham Jenkins was an entitled rich kid. He was cocky and kind of an asshole but he was a good guy, nonetheless. And, he was known to be a tremendous hot head. He had a temper that raged if he was ever pissed off about something. He also worshipped his dad, Hayden, like a god. He talked about him constantly but because of his dad’s busy schedule, had not been able to attend alumni events. His dad was filthy rich, divorced and still hot as he was before he married over twenty years ago. Now Tate and Ramsey understood where Graham Jenkins got his looks, damn good genes. Father and son were both tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, broad shoulders and both built and ripped to shreds. When you looked at them, you could definitely tell they were father and son. But Take still thought Ramsey was hotter.

Hayden was a legend at the school back when he was a student. A mountain of muscle, popular, handsome, charming and a true blue alpha male. He was quarterback and could have went pro but decided he could make more money starting his own company. He was a phenomenal business man and took that skill to the top. The man was a control freak and disciplined like he belonged in the Army. He was meticulous about his looks; you could tell from the way he dressed, the way he styled his hair and, of course, his muscular physique that looked amazing under his tailor-made clothes. Also, no one knew Hayden Jenkins was fucking guys, somethings he’s been doing since college. And he had a penchant for younger studs.

“Tate, of all the dudes out there to fuck, you picked the dad of one of your best friends. This is what I mean when I tell you that you’re too cocky. You think you can get away with shit. I told you someday it was going to bite you in the ass. This time it fucked you in the ass,” Ramsey lectured with a bewildered tone. “And of all the guys whose dad you had to fuck, you picked fucking Graham.”

“You already said that,” Tate reminded him.

“I know! Because I can’t fucking believe it,” Ramsey said.

“Well, it’s over and it’s been a while since we fucked,” Tate explained as if that was going to solve all the problems.

“Wait! You fucked him multiple times?” Ramsey asked disbelieving.

Tate shrugged. “Well, yeah,” Tate answered innocently. “He wanted to. He kept asking and I kept saying yes. Dude, he is so fucking hot! You have no fucking idea!”

“You said that already,” Ramsey mumbled. He looked at Tate who was just kind of staring off into space and then he thought about Hayden Jenkins. Ramsey saw him that night too and wondered who the hell he was, he was that stunning. He was very handsome and had such a large presence. He didn’t look old enough to have a kid in college but you could tell he was older. Ramsey didn’t find out who he was as he got distracted by a hot, petite blonde who was rubbing all over him.

“You’re right though,” Ramsey admitted, “his dad is really hot.”

“See? You noticed too!” Tate exclaimed.

As if an afterthought, Ramsey said, “Hell. I’d probably let him do ME.”

Tate snapped his head towards Ramsey. “What?”

Ramsey thought about what he just said, and it made his dick rock hard. He noticed it with a unconscious grasp of his cock and gave it slow stroke.

“Well, come on. I’m not blind. Look at the guy. I noticed him at the party too. I think everyone did. Who could say no to him?” Ramsey said with a laugh.

“Wait. If he walked up to you right now and told you he wanted to fuck you, you’d do it?” Tate asked thinking Ramsey was pulling his leg.

Ramsey was quiet. His brow furrowed in thought. He remembered he couldn’t take his eyes off the man. He was very impressed with Hayden’s body. He remembered feeling small compared to him. He also remembered thinking whoever he was fucking, she was a lucky girl. Maybe he would say yes. He’d be flattered as fuck that a guy like Hayden would want to hook up. Tate, he could understand, he was a tall, muscled up, pretty boy with a fucking beautiful ass. What gay guy wouldn’t want to bed him. Maybe Ramsey was selling himself short.

“I can honestly say that I’m 95% sure I would say yes,” Ramsey said with a quick nod signaling it was his final answer.

Tate stared at him with confusion. “What the fuck? You would not. You’re fucking with me.”

“Nope. I think I would just out of curiosity. I mean, if I’m going to let a dude fuck me, it’s going to be a hot dude like him. I don’t know. You’re hot and I fuck you.”

“Yes, but that’s not the same as YOU getting fucked,” Tate explained.

“Hmm. True,” Ramsey thought about his answer again.

“Maybe give him a blow job?” Tate teased.

“Does he have a big dick?

“Uh, yeah,” Tate confirmed.

“Bigger than mine?”

“Mmmm…about the same. Maybe a little thicker,” Tate said.

“Whose is thicker? His or mine?” asked Ramsey, suddenly very curious.

“His but that’s not saying much. You’re both huge.

Both men were now thinking about cock and both men were erect.

“Rams. Dude, your boned,” said Tate as he nodded to Ramsey’s hard dick.

Ramsey looked down and saw that he was stroking his own dick. “Huh. I guess I am.”

Tate raised a curious eyebrow. “Hey, is there something you want to tell me?” Tate taunted. “Did you get hard thinking about another dude’s cock?”

“I get hard thinking about your ass so…maybe,” replied Ramsey with a shrug.

“You really would let Hayden fuck you,” Tate stated.

“Relax, pretty boy. I was just thinking out loud. You’re not going to see me on the receiving end of a cock anytime soon,” Ramsey assured him, although, to himself, he was getting curiouser and curiouser.

“Ok. Whatever. You do you,” Tate said relenting but knowing Ramsey wasn’t telling the whole truth. “I can see your wheels turning,” he chuckled while pointing to Ramsey’s head.

Ramsey’s wheels were indeed turning. He knew he found Tate sexually attractive. Who’s to say that he would never find any other guy attractive? He really liked fucking Tate. In fact, he loved it. Something about this Hayden guy that made Ramsey question his sexuality more than fucking Tate did. But he did wonder what it would look like to see Hayden balls deep inside Tate. Two muscular specimens going at it, kissing, fucking, cumming.

“I was just thinking that it might be cool to…uh…watch Graham Jenkin’s dad fuck you.” Ramsey threw it out there. He was wondering how Tate would react. Once again, he was busting his balls and he loved seeing Tate’s responses.

Tate looked at him trying to discern if he was telling the truth or just fucking with him. But Tate did find the idea very hot.

“Dude, that would be so hot,” Tate answered.

Ramsey flinched. “Really? You’d be into that?”

“Uh, fuck yeah,” he answered as if Ramsey just asked a stupid question. “TWO hot men who have both fucked me, in the same room, together, naked? Are you kidding me? I think I might cum right now!”

“Oh, ok. I did not expect that reaction. I wonder,” said Ramsey as he chuckled, “would Jenkin’s dad be into that?”

Tate laughed. “I don’t think that would be an issue. He’s told me stories.”

“Well, ok. Good to know.”

By this time, they were both stroking hard from all the sex talk. It was quiet again, the only sounds were their soft sighs as they pumped their cocks.

Tate broke the silence. “Wanna fuck?”

“Yes,” Ramsey said without hesitation.

Ramsey wrestled the athlete on to his stomach and straddled his hamstrings. He parted the big round ass cheeks in front of him and thumbed the tight hole. Tate moaned. Ramsey looked at the back of his friend’s head and watched the hard muscles of his back flex with anticipation.

“Stick it in, Rams,” Tate begged.

Ramsey bent his cock down, aimed at the smooth hole and plunged in. Both men grunted at the same time. Both men moaned after that. Again, Tate was rattling the word ‘fuck’ over and over as he took the length and girth of Ramsey’s cock to the bottom of his hole.

“FUCK! Your ass is fucking amazing! So fucking tight,” Ramsey marveled.

Tate fisted the sheets he lay on. His biceps flexed and his shoulder blades folded in as he tensed every muscle in his body. Ramsey lay prone on the bubbebutt under him. The ass was so bubble he could almost balance his body on top of it. He took hold of Tate’s shoulders and jammed himself in deeper which made Tate yelp. Ramsey pulled out to the tip and then rammed back in again. Tate was out of control with lust. He loved it when Ramsey fucked him hard. It was the same way Hayden fucked him as well. Both men were powerhouses in the bed and both took control and pounded.

Ramsey fucked faster and harder. All he could think about was seeing Tate take Hayden’s cock. He wanted to see Tate’s big body take a pounding, see what it looked like for a dude to take another dude and own him. He wondered if Hayden fucking Tate would look the same as when Ramsey fucks Tate.

Tate turned his head to look back at Ramsey. “Dude! Fuck yeah! Pound it out!”

Ramsey leaned forward, wrapped his forearm around Tate’s throat and put his mouth to his ear. “I want to see you get fucked. I want to see you get your big ass nailed by another guy. I want to see your face when he breaks through that tight fucking hole. I want to watch you moan like a little fucking bitch. I want to look him in the eyes when he cums inside you.”

Tate jaw fell open and then his heartrate jumped. He couldn’t believe what

Ramsey was spewing.

“Yeah, Rams? You wanna watch me get bred, dude? Watch me beg for cock like a fucking whore. Watch a hot guy take me down and rail on me?”

“Fuck yeah, I do. Make it happen,” Ramsey growled as he fucked hard into Tate’s hole.

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