Get It Into the Hole

Get It Into the Hole

An Eaglet Story

Eaglet stories are written in collaboration with another author. This story originated from a photo that inspired the character of Aaron.

Aaron looked like a panicked dog as another ball fell into the corner pocket.

"Maybe I shouldn’t have been so cocky and underestimated Stu's skills…." Aaron thought to himself. "At least Stu is just a guy....one of my friends....a cool one at that" Aaron continued to think. "I could live with…....baring myself…....if I have to, but at least the game isn't over yet!"

Aaron sighed. "Dude, you've made your point. I'm down to my jeans. You don't actually want me to...." Aaron gestured towards his waist.

Stu knew Aaron all too well. He knew Aaron would just go in like a bull, as his skills usually did get him through. Bravado now met headlong, and now Aaron would pay with his pride. First, showing off that huge chest and abs Aaron worked so diligently on. Second......well, Stu knew full well that Aaron was one to go commando.

"Are you pussying out, Aaron?" Stu taunted, knowing Aaron would "never" allow himself to do that.

"No, I'm not pussying out, you fucker!" Aaron whipped off his jeans like he was about to jump on one of the cheerleaders after a game. Stu, meanwhile, ran the table and turned, triumphant. Aaron rolled his eyes to Stu's look of self-satisfied victory - it was usually his, basking in his teammates' adoration after a clutch win. Aaron coughed at the foreign taste of defeat.

Now, standing there, completely nude, watching Stu eyeball him up and down and then smirk at him, Aaron didn't feel like he usually did in the locker room. No, not a big man at all. More like a....boy....in the presence of Stu.

Stu's smirk slowly turned to a Cheshire Cat-like grin, and he raised his glass. "Gotta admire a man who honors his bet. I should give you a chance to double down, hm? Problem is, what else do you have to bet if we keep going?" Stu took a long look at Aaron up and down, as if to emphasize the point that he was naked and had nothing to bet. The way Stu's eyes didn't pass quickly over his nakedness, how he didn't hold back showing that he was looking at every bit of him, junk hanging out and bare ass and all, gave Aaron a moment's pause.

Aaron just wanted to get dressed again and be let off the hook. "Hey man, give me a chance here," Aaron said, bringing his crotch to the table, as to "cover" it.

"Oh, of course, Aaron," Stu replied, and that smirk was back again. Stu had a hard time even thinking straight as the hunk stood there stark naked. “You know we only did this bet because I know you have that debt to pay off. I figured we would just have fun and you can earn it fair and square by winning. What happened? Pressure get to you?” Stu said, moving ever so closer to the attentive stud.

“I guess so. I was playing so well all those other games. Damn, the money would’ve been nice....at least I didn’t lose anything….”

Stu wasn’t finished yet though. “Tell ya what. We’ll play another round. This time, $100 - no, $200 if you win.”

Aaron’s eyes lit up. “$200?? Y-yeah course! Uh, well, but what happens if I don’t win?”

Stu smiled and put his hand on Aaron’s muscular shoulder. “If you don’t win, and choke for some reason again, then I guess....” Stu’s hand ran down from the shoulder to the curve on his tricep and slightly squeezed it. “I suppose you can, just let me have some fun with you.”

Aaron seemed to not flinch at the sudden touching. Was he getting the hint? “Have some fun…?”

“Nothing too crazy. Nothing you can’t handle,” Stu said as he rubbed Aaron’s shoulder.

“Well, I don’t know about…...that. That’s only if I lose right?”

“That’s right. You win and that’s $200 straight to your pocket.” Stu patted Aaron pocket, which, since he was naked, was just his bare thigh. It startled Aaron and his dick and balls jumped a little. “But if you lose.....” Stu ran his hand from the thigh to Aaron’s butt cheek, a muscle mound honed from years at the gym.

“Uh, well, there’s no way you’re putting your dick in me!” Aaron turned around so quickly that his own dick went flying in the air and gently swat Stu’s palm. Aaron knew Stu always messed with him….because he was bi…? Or was he just gay? Or even straight but just horny? Stu never mentioned his relationships in the past, or maybe Aaron just never bothered to ask.

“Alright, Aaron,” Stu put his hand back on Aaron’s shoulder. “Maybe….just a finger or something…..”

Aaron heart pounded at the realization of what Stu wanted to do. “What? Where??”

“Oh you know!”

“Better be…..better be a small finger…”

“What does it matter? It’s only if you lose. Why? You worried?”

Aaron bucked up from the threat to his confidence. “Hmmmm…….you’ve got yourself a deal,” and they shook hands, both smiling and optimistic. 

Aaron knew he had always been an ace on the pool table. Well, until this moment. Who would have thought? Stu was never a great player – and in fact, had never beat him in the past. He'd...just gotten lucky that last game. Man, was he lucky! But Stu only did this bet to help him with his cash troubles, knowing that he wouldn't take a handout. But this was surely an unexpected proposition for this next game....why did Stu want to do that…?

IT DOESN'T MATTER. I'm fucking WINNING this game, Aaron shouted inside his head. "Fuck yeah!" he blurted out, unexpectedly.

Stu smirked again, now not disguising his full visual enjoyment of Aaron's studly figure.

“Uh, sorry, got carried away for a second by your offer to let me make up my loss and solve my cash problem there for a minute. Let’s get these balls ready!” Aaron said.

Stu's smirk got even bigger. “Yes, you get your balls GOOD and READY,” he said, under his breath, as Aaron busied himself getting the balls on the table and grabbed the rack from the wall hook. “Mmmmm, mmmmm, look at that FINE ass in motion,” Stu found himself murmuring.

Aaron, setting the rack, looked over. “What? Did you say something?”

“Nope, nevermind!” Stu snapped, irritable at being caught. “Are we talking or playing? Get it racked so I can break,” and to himself he added “You – so I can break YOU!”

Ten minutes into the game, Aaron was back in utter disbelief.

"Shit....that shot was fuckin' hard....but you got it in...." Aaron started to fidget as Stu sank another solid ball into the pocket.

"Lucky shot I guess" Stu smirked at the thought of getting it into a hole, and he wasn’t thinking about billiards! "Your turn!"

Nervous about being so many balls down, Aaron looked around for a good opening and headed towards where Stu was standing. Stu didn't move or give him space.

"Uh...Stu? I'm gonna....."

"...Oh, right." Stu moved a little to the side.

As Aaron adjusted his position, Stu backed up and saw the hunk bend down lower and lower.

"Are you sure you got a good angle, Aaron?"

Aaron got a little nervous about the shot and started to make sure, trying to get his eye aligned at the table level. This just made him lower his back even more. He was so focused on the pool table that he didn't notice Stu rubbing himself through his jeans right behind him, just a foot behind his ass.

As Aaron prepared for his shot, he called back to Stu, "I didn't know your game would get so good so fast…...".

Stu snickered, "I know my way 'round my stick I guess."

Far behind in the game, the prize of $200, and the uncomfortable penalty....well, Aaron felt his fingers shake for once. As the ball spun down the table toward the target, suddenly that trademark spin that usually got him the winner’s share suddenly caused the ball to slip on the felt and take a jog to the left, not only missing his target 12 ball and then, to his horror, tapping the 8 ball, which had been plenty out of his shot line against the side rail, just enough to impel it right down the rail and into the corner pocket.

Aaron was still bent over the table, as he followed the cue and then the doomsday result, and he let his head fall until his brow tapped the felt. Then, suddenly, “WHAT THE F--"

"Shhhhh, Aaron. Just relax. It's....my turn now!" Stu told him.

But Aaron couldn't relax, not when one of Stu's strong hands was in the middle of his back holding him down on the table, and Stu's other hand was....was...FONDLING him.

Stu savored his prize, hefting Aaron's big, smooth nuts and caressing Aaron's nicely sized cock, hanging heavy but completely soft…..still. Then he let his hand move up, his fingers brushing Aaron’s shaved taint, feeling the hunk startle and stiffen under his hold, but also hearing that telling, suppressed moan start and escalate. Stu's big, thick, blunt middle finger – he laughed as he wielded it against and around Aaron’s pink pucker, thinking how its shape was so like his own cock, straining in his jeans….and how Aaron would feel, being opened by it, being forced to open to it, gasping and probably screaming as he was entered.

Against the felt, Aaron struggled to sort out what he was feeling. The panic was overwhelming. But damn his nuts and cock were starting to tingle as Stu’s hand and finger teased and tantalized him. He was so vulnerable in this position, but despite his superior strength and muscle, the position was too awkward, he was too off balance, and Stu’s big hand, flat on his back, easily held him pinned to the table.

“Please, Stu,” he found himself begging. “I’m not— I’ve never—You could give me another chance to win my way out of this,” he stammered.

Stu chuckled behind him, and his fingertip pushed harder against his puckered shithole and then pressed inward to where he was gasping, both out of fear and also – FUCK! also out of anticipation and desire. WHAT THE LIVING FUCK?!?! his brain screamed in his head.

“Give up your hole, Aaron! Just relax! I can feel you resisting! No, I won AGAIN, and this,” Stu removed his hand, causing Aaron to gasp for the absence of his touch and then to cry out in a loud yelp when Stu’s hand SMACKED his right butt cheek HARD. “Yes, THIS is my fuckn prize tonight!”

Aaron’s breath was sucked out of him by the force of the slap, and then it got worse, when Stu vocalized it in no uncertain terms. Chuckling behind him at his own joke, which Aaron realized was no joke at all as Stu’s big middle finger, now slicked – must have been Stu’s saliva – was pressing INTO him purposefully and Stu said, “Yeah, that’s exactly it. Your hole is my FUCKing prize tonight!”

With that, Aaron let out a long, loud howl when Stu’s finger broke through the resistance of his virgin cuntring and invaded him roughly.

Aaron’s hole was burning like he had a red-hot poker up it, and Stu was holding him in place, he couldn’t do shit about it. And he also knew a bet was a bet – his dad had drilled integrity into him, a man’s duty to honor his obligations – his word his bond and all that. And now look where it had gotten him!

Stu couldn’t believe how tight this hunk’s butthole was. He slowly pulled his long, fat finger out, listening to Aaron hiss as he felt the burn of it. He spat a big glob of spit and snot right on that target, and Aaron started and started to protest. “Easy, man”

With that he rubbed the gooey glob into the hunk’s hole and pushed in again, again to Aaron’s protest. “Ah! You’ve had your fun! No more!” he protested.

“Oh, I’m not done enjoying this yet! You played, you bet, you lost. Now you’re going to pay up, and there’s not a damn thing that’s going to stop me from enjoying my winnings!”

Aaron thought back at the beginning of the night, and what should have been a casual buddy-buddy get together ended up with his virgin hole being defiled, at the mercy of his trusted friend. Stu, on the other hand, could not have been happier how things unfolded. From identifying Aaron's debt problems to pocketing Aaron's underwear after their earlier gym session, Stu had concocted a plan to get the straight stud in the very position of which he was about to play with Aaron’s hole. A few beers and some sloppy pool moves and voila - Stu jamming his pool stick into Aaron's corner pocket.

Aaron tried to struggle, but he couldn’t get himself moved at all out from under Stu’s hand. DAMN, he was the fucking musclestud here, yet Stu was DAMN strong. He’s never noticed, even when they’d worked out together a few times. He just didn’t look at guys that way.

Aaron realized that the pain was gone, and all he felt was an uncomfortable intrusion. How could he not be freaking the fuck out with a guy finger-fucking his butthole?! Truth was, he WAS fucking freaking out.......but he couldn’t do a fucking thing with Stu’s strongarm hold of him over the table. And – “WHOA, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” he cried, veritably shouting as he felt sparks fly through his body, emanating from his hole.

Stu chuckled - that bastard! “That, my stud, is just a little preview of what you’re going to be begging for, willing to do anything to feel.” Aaron was writhing now, but not in pain. He was awash in waves of pleasure he’d never experienced, like cumming, but all through his body, and so much more powerful. HOLY FUCKN SHIT – how could this be happening?! Didn’t only faggots like having things up their asses? He was no fuckn faggot! NO FUCKN WAY! But still...

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! OH HOLY FUCKN A that fuckn HURTS like a fuckn BITCH!” he cried out again, when Stu somehow managed to stuff a second finger inside him, making him feel like he was being ripped apart from his asshole, ripped open.

But then, suddenly, “OH FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” he screamed, when that same feeling of pleasure, this time about ten times as strong, blasted through every part of him.

Stu’s cock jerked and dropped a huge glob of precum in his jeans just from the hunk’s screams when he scissored his fingers on the stud’s virgin prostate. The jab and rub before was nothing, he knew, like the lightning bolts that came from the scissor maneuver on a guy’s knob. “You like that, eh?” 

Aaron’s brain screamed in fear of having another man cornhole him. FUCK NO, that couldn’t be what he wanted! But OH HOLY HELL did it feel fuckn GOOOOOOOOOOD. “No, I— OH FUCK YES! I mean NO I DON’T WANT— OH GOD YES DON’T STOP! OHHHH MYYYYY GODDDD that’s fuckn amazing!”

Aaron’s words turned to pleas for more, just as Stu knew he would, and his ass worked back against his finger, fucking himself. He slowly let up the pressure on his back, and the hunk just kept working back into his fingers and moaning like a bitch in heat. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt and worked his zipper down, his cock still throbbing and trapped. When he reached in, he admired the girth and heft of his own piece as he freed it, as it flopped out heavily.

Stu’s cock was dripping with enough cocksnot that he was able to slicken his head completely. Oh, how he wished he could plunge it into Aaron, but he too didn’t want to risk setting off Aaron and ending up with a broken jaw. He knew Aaron was “allowing” this as he was man of his word, and if Stu had backtracked and done more, Aaron wouldn’t have it despite his wanting moans.

Aaron looked down at his throbbing hard-on and fiery balls and saw that a glob of precum had been forming and was now staining on the beautiful green table pelt.

As Stu rubbed Aaron's back and kissed his buttcheek, Aaron could already tell that his hole had changed shape. He remembered the time he was in the gym showers and felt an itch by his hole, almost inside his hole. He had tried to scratch at it, but even his own finger couldn't push pass his own steel vault. He had heard men would receive pleasure from stimulation by penetration but simply figured his hole might have been too tight. How did Stu unlock the combination so quickly, and with such ease? Did Stu understand what Aaron's body needed and wanted more than himself?

What Stu did know was the incredible pleasure that Aaron was feeling as he finger-fucked his hole from the loud moans coming from the other end.

Aaron gave a confessing yelp, “OH MY FUCKING HELL YEAAAAA!”

Aaron’s loins were convulsing, and he saw his jets of cum spraying out over the green felt and splatting against some of the billiards balls beneath him. 

Seeing the muscle hunk respond to his finger in such a way was all Stu needed to perk his dick up and unload all over Aaron’s hips. Several spurts poured onto the hunk’s backside and dripped down to his thigh. Aaron's spent body slumped over the pool table and he lay on his chest breathing heavily. Oh, how Stu wished he could have saved that for his delicious hole, but that would have to wait for another drunken night – but Aaron’s body was signaling how much he had enjoyed “his loss”.

Stu began to rub the spent hunk’s back.

Aaron turned his head and looked up at Stu, “I’m NOT gay, Stu….” His hole winked as he said that.

“Just enjoy it, Aaron. You might want to wipe this now….” Stu said motioning towards the green felt.

“Uh…..”

Stu tossed Aaron’s shirt toward him. “Just use it!”

Stu took one last look at Aaron, still completely naked, began rubbing the table and sides with his shirt.

Aaron finished and turned back to Stu, “tomorrow, should we make it...$300?”