Long Road to Submission

In a feat of exceptional punctuality, the bus that was to take the UBM Freshmen Wrestling Squad to their first meet in Wichita Kansas was only fifteen minutes late. It pulled in, wheezing and creaking, into the parking lot of the wrestling center just as the sun was peeking over the treeline. The squad, having arrived half an hour early on instruction from Coach, hopped up from their seats on the grass and benches and beelined for the door as soon as it opened. It was a seven-hour drive and no one wanted to spend any more time in that cramped compartment than they had to.

Trey was slower to get in than the rest of the team, he double-checked his duffle and backpack, making sure that he remembered everything for the weekend, and took a few sips of water before strolling over to the vehicle. He caught a glimpse of Hunter sitting near the back, there was enough room for everyone to have their own row, but Trey knew they’d end up sharing a seat together, no matter his current feelings.

“Hotop! Let’s get going!” Coach shouted from the open window by the front seat. Trey picked up to a trot and hopped up the steps. Most of the team were making themselves comfortable. Micah had fashioned his extra hoodie into a pillow and was already drooling on the foggy glass, Liam had brought along some reading for his Intro to Fiction class, and Hunter was observing him with a small smile. Trey navigated his way through the strewn luggage and sat down in the seat in front of Hunter near the back. The bus driver closed the doors, shifted to drive, and pulled out of the parking lot.

The month following Trey’s discovery of the bruises on Hunter’s crotch had been filled with equal parts joy and anxiety. Due to the increasing academic and athletic workload that arose during midterms Hunter and Trey had stopped having regular sex. The times that they did hook up, often late at night and after Trey made Hunter promise he wouldn’t leave, were furtive and tense. It was still pleasurable, deliciously so, but Trey missed the intense connection they’d formed during their first few trysts. Now the fucking felt like an obligation to both of their hormones. A scratch that had to be itched. They didn’t talk much anymore, inside or outside of the bedroom, and on more than one night Trey had seen Hunter’s Grindr profile active when he’d sworn he was busy.

And while Trey’s situation with Hunter was stressful, thankfully everything else in his life wasn’t. He continued to improve on the mat, working on his weaknesses and especially training muscle groups that failed him during matches. He was quicker, stronger, more agile, and took longer to tire out during rounds. He almost always won his practice matches and Coach predicted that he’d be attracting attention from much larger schools after the first meets of the season. The expectation of his performance coupled with the uncertainty of the Hunter affair meant that his nerves were on high alert going into this weekend's meet. Only three other schools were competing, but Trey knew that how someone performed during their first matches of the season often foreshadowed their performance over the coming months.

“Hey.”

Trey turned around, not realizing he was dissociating. Hunter’s head poked over the seat, he wore a sly grin that Trey had seen many times before. It was easy to tell when Hunter was horny, and Trey knew that one of them would probably be cumming soon. Fuck it. He was nervous, he was horny, and he still found Hunter extremely attractive. He’d recently cut his hair down to a fuzzy red buzz cut, which made him look like he was about to enlist in the Marines, and which Trey found irresistible. Without a word, Trey got up and slid into the seat behind him where Hunter sat waiting. It wasn’t even 7:00 yet, so all of the team was asleep except Coach, who went over statistics on his clipboard, totally oblivious.

“What,” Trey said, totally deadpan. He was still pissed with Hunter for his recent behavior, if he was going to let Hunter in his pants, he’d have to earn it.

“What do you mean what, you know what.” He said with a tease. Hunter looked over the seat, saw everyone at least four rows away and out cold, and began massaging his crotch. Trey could feel blood rush towards his own dick but tried his best to keep it down.

“Okay. But before that, we have to lay down some rules.”

“I promise not to moan when you do that thing with your fingers and my hole.”

“Not that!” Trey whisper-yelled. “We have got to get over the bullshit, right now.”

Hunter’s grin slipped off his face, replaced by a steady, almost cold stare. “There isn’t any bullshit.”

“Then where do you go most nights? It sure isn’t a study group.”

“I drive around.”

Trey wasn’t aware that Hunter had a car, whenever they met at his place Hunter always walked. For all of the sneaking around Hunter had done, to Trey’s knowledge he had never outright lied to him that he knew of. Trey relaxed the smallest amount. “Why did you feel the need to be cagey about that?”

“Trey you’re cagey about literally everything, how is this different?”

“I’m not cagey.”

“Dude, the only thing I know about you is that you’re from Utah, not a Mormon, and you like it when I lick your balls,” Hunter said this last fact with no humor, the time for jokes had passed, if it was ever there to begin with. The righteous anger Trey had felt over the past weeks drained out of him and he considered Hunter’s side of the story. Yes, he might have been sneaking around, but he wasn’t giving him anything to latch on to either. He sighed and slumped down in his seat. Hunter saw the change in attitude and mirrored it.

“There’s just been a lot of self-discovery for me since I got here. Trying to figure out if the parts of me everybody knew back home were actually who I was, or something I put up so it would please everyone. I’m not really sure who I am yet and I’m trying to figure that out.” Trey put his head in his hands and sighed. Why did this all have to be so difficult? Trey went to college three states away for a new beginning, now he realized what he’d done had been more akin to stranding himself on a desert island. 

Hunter moved in close. “I came to college to get away too. The stuff with my family… It was really taxing, and I didn’t know how much longer I could put up with it. And when that happens I tend to shut people out, as a coping mechanism. I’m sorry.” Those last words, whispered into Hunter’s ear so close he could feel the breath, melted away any resentment he’d been holding. It didn’t explain everything, namely Hunter’s bruising, but it was enough for now. And anyway, Hunter’s breath made him horny.

“I’m glad you told me that, I’ll work on… whatever my problem was.” Trey’s hand moved and rested on Hunter’s crotch, he could feel his meat there, warm and growing. “Now that’s one thing we have taken care of. What else?”

Hunter’s hand reached over and found Trey’s bulge, also warm, also expanding. The pressure on it sent a surge of pleasure through Trey, and he began massaging Hunter’s bulge with more force. In a matter of moments, the two were rock hard, each jacking the other off through the fabric of their sweatpants.

“Fuck man, how are you so good at this.” Hunter breathed.

“Lots of practice, I know your body, know how to get you going.” Trey found he was much better at dirty talk than he ever expected to be.

“God that’s hot.” Hunter slid his hand under the waistband and grabbed Trey’s shaft, stroking up and down, head to base, knowing exactly how to give Trey the pleasure he needed the way he could give to Hunter. 

“Do you have tissues on you?” Trey asked, also sipping his hand under Hunter’s sweatpants and finding out that he was going commando. He grabbed the shaft, felt its pulse, then resumed stroking. 

“No, do you?” Hunter replied, Trey said that he did not, and they both slowed, then stopped their stroking, still keeping their hands inside the other's pants. They stayed that way for a moment, breathing slowly, cocks still hard. Hunter looked to Trey, and, after a quick glance to confirm his teammates' slumber, placed a quick kiss on his chin. Trey returned the kiss, and the two came close to making out before stopping themselves. Hunter looked down and assessed the situation.

“If you can be quiet I’ll swallow,” Hunter said, already lowering his head down.

“Yeah.” Then, after a second Trey added, “I can swallow for you too.”

Hunter looked up, surprised. Though Trey had swallowed Hunter’s cock before, it had never been for an extended period and Hunter always finished by jacking off. Trey figured there was some level of shame involved with only topping, but he’d never taken the time to dissect that. But here, on a bus with his teammates of all places, he felt comfortable enough to try something new. “I promise, I will.”

And with that, Hunter pulled down Trey’s pants and began licking his shaft. He was fully erect now and Hunter had no trouble taking all of it. While he normally would have gone to town on the cock, the public setting forced Hunter to curtail his normally animal sexual appetite and to take things slower. He took his time massaging Trey’s head with his lips, let his tongue linger as it traveled up and down his cock, and gently massaged his balls in a way that made Trey almost moan aloud with pleasure. No matter the tensions and misunderstandings they’d had in the past, Trey and Hunter knew better than anyone how to make each other cum.

And cum Trey did, he felt the climax coming and gently forced Hunter’s head all the way down his shaft until it was poking the back of his throat, and within seconds he was shooting his loads into Hunter, who swallowed effortlessly with each shot, and came up for air with a rope of spunk across his chin and a big smile on his face. Trey smiled and Hunter wiped the rope off, swallowed it, and lowered his pants in an invitation for Trey to reciprocate the favor.

Trey sized Hunter’s cock up, it was a good six inches fully erect with a solid girth, a small patch of ginger hair sprouted from the base and at that moment Trey very badly wanted to breathe in a big whiff of that musk. He looked around, everyone was still asleep. Then descended on Hunter’s cock. He could take all of it easily, with the head gently bumping against the back of his throat. He pumped up and down, already tasting the bittersweet precum leaking from his tip.

The position, giving instead of receiving pleasure, the public situation, and knowing that he was going to give Hunter an incredible orgasm, all made him even more horny despite climaxing moments ago. His mind wandered to the hookup he’d had when he was pissed at Trey, where the partner stuck a finger up his ass and he didn’t hate it. If he was being honest with himself he really liked it, and would probably do it again.

But he wasn’t going to risk getting caught being fingered on the bus by his teammate. So he went back to the task at hand and took one of Hunter’s testicles into his mouth while he jerked him off. Hunter was cute when he was getting sucked off, his eyebrows furrowed downward and his mouth opened the tiniest bit, whispering filthy obscenities Trey had become familiar with over their many fuck sessions in the past. He also knew when Hunter was getting close, he felt the cock come to full hardness in his mouth, more precum came leaking and he swallowed it in preparation for the climax.

Like before, Hunter took his hand and used it to gently force Trey’s head all the way down his cock. Trey breathed in his slightly sweaty musk as he nuzzled into his pubes and a moment later Trey took his first load in his mouth. It was slightly sweet, with a bit of a tang, and the ropes kept coming and Hunter kept climaxing. Trey felt his gag reflex coming and in response swallowed it, felt the warmth travel down his throat. Like the good faggot you are. He thought, confused as to where the thought and the slur came from but aroused nonetheless. He continued to swallow and suck as Hunter finished up, only coming up for air once Hunter released his hand from around his neck.

Trey sat back up, felt his face for any spit or cum, and wiped it off. He sighed, sucking Hunter off had somehow made him horny even after climaxing. His mind wandered to other possibilities, about himself, about his sex life, about his identity. Then he felt Hunter lean into him, grinning. 

“You were pretty good at that.”

“You were too, but we already knew that.” Trey countered.

“Good thing we’re sharing a room. Can’t wait to see what we can get up to there.” Hunter smiled, and Trey felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him, not caring if anyone else saw or what they thought, just the urge to show affection to the one man he could be open with.

Then he heard a yawn, Marshall was stirring in his seat. With one final, (maybe romantic?) look at Hunter, Trey slipped back into his seat and tried to ignore his heart beating out of his chest.

As expected, Coach put Trey and Hunter in the same room when they arrived at the Wichita hotel in the evening. Besides being co-captains of the squad their sexual intimacy had translated to what everyone else thought was a strong, wholesome friendship in public. No one batted an eye when the two took their room keys and bounded up the stairs. The meet started tomorrow and Hunter and Trey’s first matches weren’t until later in the day, they had plenty of time to do whatever they wanted. 

Trey threw his duffel and backpack off to the side when he stepped in. The room was nice, if pedestrian. One king-size bed, two nightstands, a dresser with a TV on it, and a chair that you weren’t meant to actually sit in. Hunter came in right behind and gave Trey a smack on the ass before jumping onto the bed. 

“My mom always said these things were filthy,” Trey said, he lifted up the corners and began checking for bedbugs.

“What do you think we’ll be doing later?” Hunter responded, “Also that checks out, your mom being like that.”

“You’ve never even met my mom.”

“No but I’ve met you, are you’re about the cleanest–” Hunter stopped himself “cleanest guy I’ve ever met.”

“You were going to say cleanest straight guy, weren’t you.” Trey pulled the sheets off and inspected them as well, Hunter rolled out of the way.

“I thought you were straight when we met!”

“I did too, but,” Trey finished inspecting the bed then grabbed Hunter and threw him down until their bodies were pressed into each other. Trey reveled in Hunter’s breath on his cheek, the eager look in his eyes as he gazed into Trey, both of their cocks, rock hard, the perpetual horniness of teenage boys on full display. “You’ve got an ass to die for.”

Before anything else could be said Hunter lifted his head and the kissing, fast and sensual began. This was how Trey knew that he was gay, or, at the very least, some form of queer. He’d heard of straight guys who fucked other guys as a form of release, pumping, cumming, and leaving, but he didn’t want that. The intimacy with Hunter, the long kisses, full body contact, the sweet nothings whispered into each other’s ears, he loved it just as much as the sex. Even more, he loved doing it with Hunter.

Fuck, he was in love with Hunter.

He pressed another kiss into his chin, grazing over that irresistible stubble and pressing their bodies together, cocks grinding against each other through their clothes, Hunter running his hands through Trey’s blond hair, both pushing into each other, wanting more, needing more. They tore their mouths away for a second and looked into each other’s eyes. Trey ran his hand along Hunter’s face, a gesture that could only be seen as romantically intimate. Hunter squirmed, pressing their bulges together, wanting to go further. Trey hid his disappointment and obliged.

Then a knock at the door. Trey sprung off Hunter, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling in panic and stuffing his penis into the waistband of his underwear. “Yeah?”

“Team meeting in the lobby in fifteen,” Coach's voice said “technique and dieting for the weekend.”

“Will do,” Hunter responded, his voice catching and causing both of their faces to blush. They remained completely still until they heard Coach knock on the next door. Then Trey turned to Hunter, figuring out how to word his next request.

“Hunter, I was thinking--”

“We better get down there, don’t want the captains to be last.”

Hunter walked out, and Trey stood, dumbfounded, before following.

The pre-match meeting with Coach, everyone's first as collegiate athletes, was still the same as what they experienced in high school. They were given a roster of the other teams and which wrestlers were in their weight classes. When available Coach emailed them videos of their prospective opponent’s matches from high school, and generally offered advice that would prove useful. 

Then they had to decide where to eat. The fewer calories the better for those on the edge of their weight class. A short Google search revealed a plethora of fast food options, none of them healthy, and a few health restaurants, none of them cheap. Eventually, they settled on a subway and promised to get either veggie subs or salads. The restaurant was less than a mile away so they decided to walk, and an hour later they were back in the hotel lobby, chowing down.

“Just saying, I’m not going to study until after the match.” Dimitrius was in the middle of his sandwich, taking small bites and savoring each chew. “Don’t want to start the season looking like a flop.”

“That’s because you don’t have to slog your way through George Saunders,” Liam replied, hunched over a copy of Tenth of December.

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Consider yourself lucky.” Liam sighed and sat the book down and shoved a few pieces of lettuce into his mouth. “Do none of you guys have anything to work on?” He looked at the group.

“I majored in business for a reason dude,” Micah said, laughing at his own joke.

Trey started, “I’ve got to watch a movie but–”

“That doesn’t count.” Marshall finished for him, “Doesn’t matter if it’s three hours long and in Russian, or whatever you told us about before.”

“It was actually four hours,” Hunter added.

“And you’d know?” This from Dimitrius.

Hunter and Trey both stopped eating and hoped their faces hadn’t flushed crimson. Did people know about them? Trey had thought they’d been careful during practice but they were close, anyone could see that. And maybe he hadn’t been asleep on the bus ride. But why say something now? Trey swallowed and tried not to choke on the bread. All of this ran through his mind in an instant before Dimitrius broke the tension only two of them felt.

“Hey, I’m just fucking with you, as much time as y’all hang out I’d assume you’d know.”

Trey gave a nervous laugh but Hunter ran with it. “His landlord complained because of the power bill from keeping the TV on all the time. He kept falling asleep and had to restart the movie.” Everyone laughed, the tension passed, and Trey went back to eating, not quite sure what had happened.

Everyone retired to their rooms early, eager for a good night's rest before the competition tomorrow. Trey and Hunter had other ideas and within two minutes of the door closing they were both naked. Trey stood there admiring Hunter’s naked body and, for the second time, his cock. In the past, his attention had always been drawn to Hunter’s ample ass, which stuck out enough to be classified as a bubble but, further accentuated by his many squats in the gym. And yet now Trey had something else in mind. 

“So, what’s the agenda?” Hunter walked over to Trey and grabbed his dick, slowly stroking it. “Gonna raw me out?”

“Actually,” Trey took a deep breath, Hunter looked at him with concern, “What I was going to say earlier. Do you think… I want you to top me.”

The concern that had been growing on Hunter’s face was replaced with amusement. “Big guy wants to take it up the ass huh?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I want to try it at least once.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you but I don’t top.” Trey tried not to look disappointed before Hunter continued, “But I have another idea.” 

Hunter walked over to his duffel bag and unzipped a side pocket before he could move in front of it to block the view Trey glimpsed, among other things, a rubber gimp mask, anal beads, a ball gag, and latex gloves. What did he have all of this for? Why did he bring it with him? Before Trey could formulate a coherent sentence Hunter zipped the bag closed and sat a bottle of lube, a blue enema, and a butt plug about four and a half inches long with a suction cup base on the nightstand.

“How about this?” He asked. Trey regarded the equipment for a moment, then nodded. “Perfect,” Hunter held up the enema, “You know how this works?”

“My mom showed me how to use one when my grandmother got sick.”

“Well then, just fill it up with water and clean yourself out. I’ll get this ready.”

Trey retreated into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Hunter wouldn’t mind watching Trey clean out, it’d probably turn him on, but Trey wanted privacy for this moment, they’d be intimate soon enough. He turned on the sink and adjusted the water to a slightly warm temperature before filling up the ball area. Sliding the tip up his anus took a second, but when it entered he barely felt a thing. Trey squeezed the water into his hole and let it sit, he squirmed, it was a new feeling, like holding in a shit when you really need to go, but he clenched his ass and kept it in for a few more seconds before pushing out and expelling the clear water. He did one more rinse to make sure he was good to go then set the douche on the sink and walked out to meet Hunter.

He was rubbing lube along the butt plug, at four and a half inches it didn’t look very big but Trey figured he would feel differently when it was inside him. Hunter noticed Trey enter and smiled, ogling his dick. 

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

“I hope I do too,” Trey replied.

“You will just let me work my magic, lie down on the bed, legs up.” 

Trey plopped onto the bed and did as instructed, his well-defined core muscles made keeping his legs airborne easy, and he shivered at the feeling of the cool hotel air moving across his crack and tickling his hole, he flexed instinctively.

Hunter lowered himself to his knees in front of Trey, taking slow, shallow breaths. He set the butt plug on the bed and squirted some lube onto his finger.

“I’m going to lube you up, then do a finger, then two, then the toy, alright? I want to make sure you’re ready for everything.” 

“I am, let’s do it.”

Needing no further permission, Trey took his finger and smeared the lube along Trey’s hole, it was cool and slick and the light pressure on his opening made him moan. Hunter laughed at this, Trey figured he would probably enjoy watching the man who had topped him get plugged, which was good, they both deserved pleasure tonight. He swirled the lube around until it coated most of Trey’s hole. Hunter applied some more to his pointer finger then gently pressed at Trey’s opening.

“You’re going to need to push out like you’re pooping.”

Trey did as he was told, pushing out as Hunter pushed in until, like breaking the plastic seal around food, the finger slid right in. Trey bucked at the sensation, his hole didn’t feel like it was being stretched but he felt the finger inside him very clearly, a soft pressure moving inside him. Hunter’s finger explored, moving in little circles and back and forth, probing Trey’s walls as his breathing picked up. He recalled the sensation from the previous hookup but experiencing it again was just as enthralling. Hunter pumped his finger in and out, building pressure on Trey’s prostate, a small action causing a mighty reaction.

“That feel good?” Hunter asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck me that–” Trey gasped and let out a moan, “it’s so intense.”

“That’s the best part.” Hunter replied, “Let's go for two.” He removed his finger and Trey’s hole immediately contracted around the space where Hunter had just been. Having one finger inside him had been a lot, what would two feel like? Trey’s curiosity outweighed his fear, and he grabbed his legs, pulling them back until his hole was front and center for Hunter.

“Fuck dude you’ve got the bottom pose down,” Hunter remarked as he finished lubing up the second finger. “You’re a natural.”

“Just felt like the right thing to do. And you’re a fan of doing it.”

“Indeed I am, gotta love that easy access,” Hunter remarked as he pushed his two fingers inside Trey.

If one finger was intense then two had him seeing stars. His hole, which until had never done anything besides expel waste, was now being stretched out and the feeling was an unbearable heaven. The pressure was immense but his cock was rock hard as Hunter pushed in and out, probing deeper and spreading his fingers apart to enlarge his opening for the toy that would be next. Trey could barely contain himself, his whimper was louder, more insistent, an animal instinct he had no choice but to submit to. He needed this sensation all the time, he had to be dominated like this. Hunter working at his hole, having complete control over his pleasure, it drove him wild. The loss of control was unspeakably hot, and he needed more.

“Toy, go for the toy.” Trey whimpered, his voice high and breathy in a way it hadn’t been since puberty. He’d completely lost control of himself. Or, he’d lost control of the part of himself he projected to everyone, maybe this was who he really was. Maybe he was submissive and hedonistic and someone who lived for pleasure. He decided that he’d need to find out, one way or another.

Hunter made sure the plug was nice and slick before placing it at Trey’s entrance. The plug started out small before getting winder, then shrinking down to the suction cup flared base. It had looked small before but now, with its insertion into his asshole imminent, it looked huge.

“Please go slow.” Trey breathed, he wanted it but he was scared.

“For you baby? Anything.” Trey barely had time to register the term of affection before Hunter stood, leaned over, and planted a slow, romantic kiss on Trey as the tip of the plug entered and Trey said goodbye to his anal virginity. He felt his hole strain against the toy for a moment until, with a pop, the head entered his hole and the rest followed. Trey sucked in a sharp, instinctual breath as pressure on his insides increased until he felt the rest of the toy suck inside his hole, the flared base the only part outside of him. Trey's sounds were primal, animal, howls of pleasure as his cock pulsed fully erect and Hunter kept kissing him. He’d taken all five inches like it was nothing, he could probably take more. It was a heaven Trey didn’t know was possible, and he needed more.

“Fuck me with it.” He gasped, eyes rolling back in his head. 

Hunter laughed and lowered himself back down to Trey’s asshole. Gingerly, he grabbed the flared base and pulled until the widest section of the plug was around his entrance. Trey screamed as he felt the strain, it hurt so, so good. Hunter pushed in, then out, and Hunter knew he wasn’t the top he’d always assumed. His guts churned, his stomach did backflips, his cock needed release, all of these sensations him at the same time and he completely came out of himself as Hunter fucked him with the plug, giggling at the whimpers and gasps Trey emitted. 

Then the pressure was gone, and his hole tightened around nothing. Trey looked up to see Hunter holding the plug and walking over to the desk. He stopped, leaned against the wood, and raised an eyebrow at Trey.

“Come on.”

“What are we doing?”

Trey pushed the toy onto the desk and wiggled it, showing the suction. “You’re going to ride the plug, and I’m going to ride you.”

Any thoughts Trey had about being a complete bottom were dispelled at this suggestion. Getting fucked and fucking Hunter? This was the best-case scenario. He hopped up and strode over to the desk and began kissing Hunter like a starving man, all open mouths and exploring tongues and beads of sweat dripping down their naked, perfect bodies. Dicks pressed against each other, breasts rubbing together, hormones raging. It was all they needed.

Almost.

Trey broke the kiss and positioned himself over the desk. He was tall and didn’t need a boost. He positioned himself over the toy and lowered himself. This time when the hole hit the entrance it slid right in like it had been waiting for it. Trey moaned again and began bouncing on the plug, revealing in each thrust further up his asshole. Hunter wrapped his arms around him, more kissing, more pleasure.

“Grab my thighs when I jump,” Trey said, applying lube to his own hole. He set the tube to the side and tensed his legs, Trey came back into himself long enough to grab Hunter’s thighs when he jumped. He held him in the air for a moment, Hunter leaned down for a kiss, then Trey guided Hunter onto the tip of his erect dick. Trey wondered what it would feel like to take more than what was currently inside him. These five inches were already driving him crazy, what would six, seven, or eight do to him? He figured Hunter must know and with a quick motion Hunter sank onto Trey's cock, his mouth opened in a silent scream and his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he adjusted to Trey’s girth. Then, slowly, he started bouncing, which in turn sent Trey bouncing on his plug, both of them getting fucked, their holes stretching out in sync. 

Trey buried his head in Hunter’s chest, kissing the space between his pecs and nuzzling the small, coarse hairs that sprouted out. He licked along his body, savoring the taste of his sweat and pumping into him faster, in turn causing the plug to fuck him faster. He clenched and the toy sucked itself in farther, causing new waves of pleasure to roll across him.

“Fuck you’re driving me wild,” Trey said, kissing at Hunter’s neck.

“You’re so fucking huge dude. Open me up.” Hunter said, looking down to kiss Hunter as Trey felt Hunter’s hole clench around his cock, about ready to burst with cum. He thrust in again, and again, each earning another round of moaning from Hunter, deep and guttural and very manly.

“I’m coming dude.” Trey breathed, he felt the orgasm coming, approaching ever closer until he felt like it couldn’t build anymore. Then it released, the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt, his prostate shocking his system as he pumped his load into Hunter’s hole, one squirt then another, then another until it was spilling out of Hunter’s hole with Trey still inside him. Then Hunter finished, his cock spraying like a fountain over them both, it landed on Trey’s face and chest and dripped down from Hunter’s crew cut. They both kept pumping, their arms wrapped around each other’s necks in a continuous kiss, until the orgasms faded. Then Trey stood up, letting out a final moan as the plug slid from him, and carried Hunter to the bed, still inside him, where they laid. Trey’s cock deflated in Hunter’s ass and eventually fell out and they remained motionless, Trey spooning Hunter, for the rest of the night, falling asleep then and there, not cleaning up, not setting an alarm for the meet together, and not caring about anything except each other.