The dim porch light of Chace’s house flickered against the warm summer night as the two of them stumbled up the steps, still buzzing from the party. Evan, Ev to everyone who mattered, laughed a little too loud at something Chace had said. His shoulder bumped into his best friend’s as they pushed through the front door. The house was empty, parents gone for the weekend, which meant no one to tell them to keep it down or to hide the half-empty bottle of cheap vodka they’d smuggled back.
They collapsed onto the oversized sectional in the living room, sneakers kicked off, legs sprawled. Chace, still in his letterman jacket even though it was too warm, cracked open a couple of sodas from the fridge to chase the buzz. Ev leaned back, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above them.
“Man, college is gonna be insane,” Chace said, grinning that easy quarterback grin that made half the cheer squad weak in the knees. “Same school, same dorm room. We’re basically set. I’m telling you, the girls there? Endless. Parties every weekend, no curfew, no Coach breathing down our necks. I’m gonna be living the dream.”
Ev smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took a sip of his soda, the carbonation sharp on his tongue. “Yeah… sounds good.”
Chace nudged him with his foot. “What about you? You excited to finally meet some guys? Real ones, not the zero options we’ve got here in this backwards town.”
Ev hesitated, fingers tightening around the can. The alcohol made his thoughts loose and his chest tight at the same time. “I… I don’t know. I’m kinda nervous, honestly.”
Chace raised an eyebrow, sitting up a little straighter. “Nervous? Come on, Ev. You’ve been out since sophomore year. Everyone’s chill with it. You’re gonna kill it.”
Ev let out a short, bitter laugh and set the can down on the coffee table. “You don’t get it, Chace. I’ve been out, yeah. But being out in a tiny rural school where the only other gay kid is the drama club president who moved away last year doesn’t exactly open doors. I’m still a virgin, dude. At eighteen. I’ve never even done anything.”
Chace blinked, genuinely surprised. The easy grin faltered for a second. “Wait, seriously? I thought… I mean, you never said anything, but I figured…”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly advertise it,” Ev muttered, cheeks heating. He pushed himself up, suddenly restless, and paced a few steps across the living room rug.
“There’s been no one. No one at all. Not even an awkward makeout behind the bleachers. And now we’re going to college and everyone’s gonna have stories and hookups and experience, and I’m just gonna be the weird virgin freshman who doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. They’re gonna think I’m some kind of freak or, I don’t know, broken or something.”
His voice cracked a little on the last word. The frustration that had been building for months spilled out louder than he meant it to. He stopped pacing, arms crossed tight over his chest like he could hold it all in.
Chace watched him for a moment, then stood up, a little unsteady from the drinks but steady enough. “Hey, Ev. Come on, man. You’re not weird. You’re not broken. You’re just selective. Or the universe sucked at giving you options. That’s all.”
Ev shook his head, eyes stinging. “Easy for you to say. You lost your virginity at fifteen. To Jenna, behind the concession stand at homecoming, right? Everyone knows that story. You’ve had years of whatever. I’ve had nothing. I feel like I’m already behind before I even start.”
Chace rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable but trying. “Okay, yeah, that was early. But it doesn’t mean shit about you. You’ll figure it out. College is full of people figuring shit out. Guys who like guys. You’ll meet someone, and it’ll be fine.”
Ev dropped back onto the couch, burying his face in his hands for a second before looking up. “It’s not just that. I’ve thought about what I want. Like, what role I’d even play in all that.”
Chace tilted his head, curious but gentle. “Role? Like top or bottom or whatever?”
Ev’s face went bright red. He stared at the floor, the words sticking in his throat. The room felt too quiet except for the hum of the fridge in the kitchen.
Chace leaned forward, voice low and reassuring. “Dude, it’s just me. You can say it. No judgment. We’ve known each other since we were kids. I’m not gonna freak out or anything.”
Ev swallowed hard, cheeks burning. He glanced up at Chace, his straight, ridiculously good-looking, completely supportive best friend. The alcohol plus the years of keeping everything bottled up made the words finally slip out.
“I think I’d be a bottom,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper at first, then a little stronger. “Like, that’s what I picture. Getting fucked. Not the other way around. And saying it out loud just makes me feel even more pathetic because I haven’t even tried anything and I already know what I want and…”
He cut himself off, embarrassed and relieved and still worked up all at once.
Chace didn’t laugh. Didn’t pull away. He just nodded slowly, processing, then gave Ev a small, lopsided smile. “Alright. Bottom. Got it. That’s cool. Means you know what you like, right? That’s more than a lot of people can say. You’re not pathetic, Ev. You’re just you. And when you get to college, some guy’s gonna be lucky as hell to figure that out with you.”
Ev let out a shaky breath, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. The party buzz was fading into something softer, the late-night quiet wrapping around them like the empty house itself.
Chace bumped his shoulder again, lighter this time. “We’ve got a whole dorm room to ourselves. If you ever wanna talk about this stuff more or whatever, I’ve got your back. Always.”
Ev managed a small smile, the first real one in a while. “Yeah. Thanks, Chace.”
The living room felt smaller now, the buzz from the party settling into a warm, hazy quiet between them. Ev sat there after his admission, cheeks still flushed, the words “I think I’d be a bottom” hanging in the air.
Chace didn’t move away. He stayed close on the sectional, one arm draped casually over the back of the couch, studying his best friend with a look that was equal parts concern and something softer.
“Damn, Ev,” Chace said after a long pause, voice low. “You really haven’t even kissed anyone? Not once?”
Ev shook his head, eyes fixed on the carpet. “Nope. Not a single kiss. Not even a peck. I’ve been out since fifteen, but nothing. It’s like I’ve been invisible or something. Or maybe everyone was just scared of the gay kid in a town where football and baseball are religion.”
Chace’s face did something complicated. His easy quarterback confidence cracked for a second into genuine sadness. He rubbed a hand over his jaw, exhaling slowly.
“That sucks, man. Like, actually sucks. You’re a good-looking dude. Funny as hell. Loyal. You deserve to have had at least that much by now. Eighteen and never even kissed anyone? Shit.”
Ev shrugged, trying to play it off, but the lump in his throat made it hard. “Yeah, well. Rural life, right? Small school, smaller options. I figured college would fix it, but now I’m just scared I’ll show up and everyone will smell the inexperience on me or something.”
Chace was quiet for a beat longer than usual. Then he shifted closer, the cushions dipping under his weight. “Hey. Look at me.”
Ev did, reluctantly. Chace’s eyes were steady, a little glassy from the drinks, but kind in that way only Chace could be. Straight as an arrow, but never once making Ev feel like a freak for who he was.
Without another word, Chace leaned in. Slow. Deliberate. His hand came up to rest lightly on the side of Ev’s neck, thumb brushing just under his jaw. Then his lips pressed against Ev’s, soft at first, warm, tasting faintly of soda and the lingering bite of whatever they’d been drinking at the party. It wasn’t deep or hungry. It was simple. Gentle. Just a kiss.
Ev froze for half a second, heart slamming against his ribs. Then instinct took over. He kissed back, tentative and then a little bolder, lips moving against Chace’s like he’d imagined a thousand times in secret daydreams he’d never admitted to anyone. It felt better than he’d expected, warm, real, safe because it was Chace.
When they pulled apart, Ev’s breathing was shaky. His hand, almost on its own, slid down Chace’s chest, over the letterman jacket, lower, until his palm pressed against the front of Chace’s jeans.
Chace was big. Even completely soft, the outline was thick and heavy under Ev’s fingers, impressive in a way that made Ev’s stomach flip with a mix of nerves and want. He gave a gentle squeeze, curious, exploring for just a moment.
Chace let it happen for a couple of seconds, not pulling away immediately, but then he cleared his throat softly and placed his hand over Ev’s, stopping the movement without being rough.
“Easy there, buddy,” Chace said, voice calm but firm. He didn’t sound mad or disgusted, just honest. A small, lopsided smile tugged at his lips as he gently moved Ev’s hand away.
Ev’s face burned crimson again.
Embarrassment crashed in hard and fast. He yanked his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove, scooting back an inch on the couch. “Shit. Sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t mean”
Chace waved it off, leaning back and stretching his long legs out again, completely cool about the whole thing. No tension in his shoulders, no weird look in his eyes. “Nah, don’t apologize. It’s all good. We’re drunk, we’re talking deep shit, you’re frustrated. I get it. You’re my best friend, Ev. Been ride or die since we were kids. One kiss to help you out? That’s nothing. But yeah, sorry, buddy. Not my thing.”
He gave Ev a light punch to the shoulder, playful, the same way he’d done a million times on the baseball field or in the locker room. “You’re still gonna crush it at college. Some guy’s gonna be into exactly what you’re into, and you’ll get all your firsts with someone who actually wants it the same way. This was just practice, I guess.”
Ev let out a nervous laugh, the tension easing a fraction even as his heart kept racing. “Practice. Right. Thanks, I think.”
Chace grinned, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV to some late-night highlights, like nothing had happened.
“Anytime. Well, almost anytime. Now quit overthinking it and help me find something dumb to watch before we both pass out.”
The TV was on low in the background, some random sports highlights flickering across the screen, but neither of them was really watching anymore. Ev sat hunched forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, still buzzing with a mix of embarrassment and the fading alcohol courage. Chace lounged back beside him, one arm behind his head, completely relaxed like the kiss and the brief touch earlier had been no bigger deal than borrowing a hoodie.
Ev stared at his own hands for a moment, then spoke quietly, not pushing, not hinting, just spilling what was in his head because Chace was the only person in the world he could say this stuff to without it blowing up.
“I don’t even need full-on sex or anything crazy,” Ev said, voice soft and honest. “I just want some experience, man. Like, I’ve never even seen another guy’s dick up close. Not in a sexual way. Never touched one. I just want to know what it feels like to hold one, to see one get hard because of me. Just a little bit of something real before college so I don’t feel like such a total loser walking into whatever happens there. I’m not asking for the world. Just that.”
He wasn’t looking at Chace while he said it.
His tone wasn’t seductive or hopeful. It was just frustrated and a little sad, the way someone talks about wanting to try a new food they’ve only heard about. Ev wasn’t in love with Chace. He wasn’t trying to turn his straight best friend. He’d never even daydreamed about crossing that line on purpose. Chace was Chace, his ride-or-die, the guy who’d had his back since Little League. This was just talking. Venting.
Chace was quiet for a few seconds, watching Ev’s face. Then he let out a slow breath and shrugged, casual as if they were deciding what pizza to order.
“If that’s what you really want,” Chace said simply, “if it’ll stop you from panicking and feeling like shit about the whole virgin thing, then yeah. We can do that.”
Ev’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Chace gave a small nod, no big drama in his voice. “You’re my best friend, Ev. I’ve got your back. If a little look and touch helps you chill out before college, I’m not gonna leave you hanging.”
Ev blinked, heart suddenly hammering. “You don’t have to”
“I know I don’t,” Chace cut in gently. “But I’m offering. Just this. Nothing more.”
He stood up, kicked off his sneakers again, and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, stepping out of them. His dick swung free, big even when completely soft, thick and heavy, hanging there against his thigh. Chace sat back down on the couch, legs spread a little, completely unselfconscious about it. He let Ev have a good, long look, no rush.
“Go ahead,” Chace said quietly. “It’s just us.”
Ev hesitated only a second, then reached out. His fingers wrapped around the soft, warm weight. It felt heavier than he’d imagined, the skin smooth and velvety. He explored it gently at first, lifting it, feeling the thickness, tracing the vein along the top with his thumb. Chace stayed soft for a bit, just watching with calm eyes.
Then Ev started to stroke. Slow at first, then firmer, his hand sliding up and down the thick shaft. Chace’s dick finally reacted. It twitched, thickened, and started to harden under Ev’s grip, growing even bigger, long and heavy, the head swelling as blood rushed in.
Chace let out a low grunt, his hips shifting slightly on the couch. “Shit… okay,” he muttered, voice a little rougher now.
Ev didn’t stop. He stroked him harder, fist pumping with more confidence, feeling the cock throb and stiffen fully in his hand. The living room was quiet except for the faint sound of skin on skin and Chace’s breathing getting just a touch heavier.
Chace’s head tipped back against the couch for a moment, another small grunt escaping him as Ev kept going, steady and eager.
“Damn, Ev,” Chace breathed, not stopping him, not pulling away. “You’re really going for it.”
Ev didn’t answer with words. His focus was locked on what was happening in his hand, his best friend’s big dick, now rock hard because of him. Just a little experience.
Nothing more. But for right now, in the empty house with the TV murmuring in the background, it felt like everything he’d been missing.
Chace stayed cool about it, one hand resting loosely on Ev’s shoulder, letting his best friend have this without making it weird.
Eventually Ev pulled away. Chace stood up and said with a grin, “Hope that was as good as you were expecting!”
“Yeah, it was,” Ev replied, “though I don’t think everyone’s dick is quite that big!”
“Maybe I’ve ruined you for life then!” Chace laughed. “Anyway buddy, let’s head to bed. I’m wiped.”
He stood there in just his t-shirt for a moment, then pulled it off too as they headed upstairs.
The TV clicked off. The last of their drinks were drained, cans set on the coffee table.
The house was quiet as they climbed the stairs to Chace’s room. Chace didn’t bother with clothes for bed. He stripped off his top and climbed straight into the big double bed, naked, stretching out on his back like it was any other sleepover. Ev hesitated for a second at the edge of the bed, then peeled off his shirt and jeans, leaving just his dark briefs on before sliding under the covers on his side.
They lay there for a couple of minutes in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. The alcohol had mellowed into a soft haze.
“Thanks for everything tonight, Chace. It was really nice of you,” Ev said, barely more than a whisper, his awkwardness evident.
Chace stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Then he turned onto his side to face Ev, his voice low and thoughtful.
“You know… that handjob earlier? It helped a bit, right?”
Ev nodded, cheeks warm even in the darkness. “Yeah. A lot, actually.”
Chace exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck like he was weighing his words. “I’ve been thinking. You’re still gonna go to college stressing about being the only virgin, about not knowing what anything feels like. And I hate seeing you like that. You’re my best friend, man. If just touching wasn’t enough… if you really need to know what it actually feels like to get fucked, so you can walk into college without obsessing over it… then yeah. I’ll do it. Just once. No one else ever has to know.”
Ev’s heart slammed against his ribs. “You’d really do that for me?”
“Ride or die,” Chace said simply, a small smile in his voice. “But only if you’re sure. And we keep it simple. You keep your briefs on in front. I don’t need to see or touch anything on you. This is just me helping you out.”
Ev swallowed hard and nodded.
Chace gave him a small smile, the same easy one he’d worn on the field a thousand times. “Ride or die, right? Just… if it’s okay, can you leave your briefs on? It’s already gonna be weird enough for me without involving your dick.”
Ev nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course, dude. No problem.”
Then Chace asked, voice casual but direct, “When did you last have a shit?”
Ev blinked, completely thrown. “Uh… what?”
“When did you last take a dump?” Chace repeated, patient.
Ev’s face burned even in the low light.
“Around six, I think. Why?”
Chace nodded once, like he was checking off a mental list. “Okay. Good enough.”
Chace reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He handed it to Ev. “You know how to prep yourself?”
Ev took the bottle, fingers a little shaky. “I’ve read up on it. Yeah.”
“Okay. Why don’t you start prepping yourself while I get hard again.”
Ev slipped out from under the covers, heart hammering. He rolled onto his stomach, face turned into the pillow, and pushed his briefs down just enough at the back to expose his ass, keeping the front covered. The cool air hit his skin. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, reached back, and started slowly circling his hole, then pressing one finger inside.
Chace watched from beside him. He was surprised, genuinely surprised, by how good Ev’s ass looked. Round, smooth, surprisingly sexy in the moonlight coming through the curtains. Chace’s hand moved to his own cock, already half-hard from earlier, and he started stroking himself slowly, eyes fixed on Ev’s fingers working in and out.
Ev let out a small, soft moan as he added a second finger, stretching himself carefully, the sound unintentional and quiet. Chace felt his dick twitch harder in his grip. He was getting properly turned on now, watching his best friend finger himself, those little breathy moans escaping into the pillow. Chace’s strokes got a little firmer, his big cock thickening fully again as he took in the sight.
“Fuck… you’re actually pretty good at that,”
Chace muttered under his breath, voice low and a little rough. He kept watching, hand moving steadily, the room filling with the quiet sounds of lube and breathing and those soft, sexy little noises Ev was making without even realizing how they sounded.
Chace kept stroking himself for another minute, eyes locked on the way Ev’s fingers worked in and out of his own ass. His cock was fully hard again, thick, heavy, the head glistening slightly in the low moonlight. Eight solid inches, veined and ready.
“Alright,” Chace said quietly, voice a little deeper than usual. “I’m good.”
He took the bottle of lube from where Ev had set it down, squeezed a generous amount into his palm, and coated his big dick thoroughly, stroking it a few times to make sure it was slick all the way down.
Then he shifted, moving over Ev on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled between Ev’s spread legs, careful but sure.
Ev stayed on his stomach, briefs still pulled down just enough at the back, face half-buried in the pillow. His breathing was quick and shallow.
“You okay?” Chace asked, one hand resting on Ev’s lower back.
Ev nodded into the pillow. “Yeah… just go slow.”
“Got it.”
Chace used his free hand to spread Ev’s cheeks a little more, then pressed two thick, lubed fingers against the tight ring. He worked them in gently, opening Ev up further, scissoring slowly, feeling the heat and the way Ev’s body clenched and then relaxed around him. Ev let out another soft moan, hips twitching just a little.
After a minute, Chace pulled his fingers out, lined up the thick head of his cock, and started to push in.
The stretch was immediate and intense. Ev gasped sharply, fingers gripping the sheets. Chace went slow, agonizingly slow, easing the wide head past the first tight ring, then inch by inch, letting Ev’s body adjust.
Halfway in he paused, breathing steady, one hand rubbing soothing circles on Ev’s back.
“Breathe, Ev. You’re doing good.”
Ev nodded again, trying to relax. The burn was there, but it wasn’t bad, just full, overwhelming in a way he’d only imagined. Chace kept going, pressing forward until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against Ev’s ass, that big dick completely inside him.
“Fuck…” Chace muttered under his breath, voice tight. He stayed still for a long moment, letting Ev get used to the feeling of being so full.
Then he started to move, slow, shallow thrusts at first, pulling back just a little before sliding back in. The pace was careful, gentle, the wet sound of lube and the quiet slap of skin the only noises besides their breathing.
Ev moaned softly into the pillow with every slow push, the sensation overwhelming. Pleasure started to mix with the stretch as Chace found a steady rhythm. Chace’s hands gripped Ev’s hips lightly, guiding him, keeping the pace slow and deep.
“That’s it,” Chace whispered, voice low and rough. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
He kept fucking him slowly, rolling his hips in smooth, deliberate strokes, buried deep inside his best friend while Ev stayed on his stomach, briefs still covering the front, ass taking every inch of Chace’s thick cock.
Chace gave a few more slow, deep thrusts, then stilled inside Ev, breathing heavier. After a moment he pulled out carefully, the thick head of his cock slipping free with a wet sound. Ev let out a small, disappointed whimper at the sudden emptiness.
“Right,” Chace said, voice low and steady, rolling onto his back beside him. “You take over and ride. See what you like, right? Figure it out for yourself.”
He settled against the pillows, legs spread a little. His big cock jutted straight up from his body, still glistening with lube, hard and ready.
Ev’s heart hammered as he moved. He pushed his briefs down just enough at the front to free himself but kept them mostly on, then swung a leg over Chace’s hips, straddling him. For a second he just looked down at his best friend: Chace’s broad chest, the defined abs from years of quarterback training, that handsome face watching him calmly. Fuck… what a guy to take his virginity. Strong, kind, completely straight, and still doing this for him.
Chace rested his hands lightly on Ev’s thighs. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Ev reached back, lined up the slick head of Chace’s cock with his hole, and slowly sank down.
The stretch hit him harder in this position. Gravity pulled him onto it, making Chace’s dick feel even bigger, even deeper as he slid inch by thick inch inside himself. Ev’s mouth fell open in a long, shaky moan, eyes fluttering half-shut. “Oh… fuck…”
He bottomed out, ass flush against Chace’s hips, that huge cock buried all the way inside him. It felt overwhelming, full, intense, pressing right against that spot that made sparks shoot up his spine. But god, he was loving it. This was exactly why he wanted to bottom. Always. The feeling of being opened up, taken, filled so completely.
Ev started to ride. Slow at first, lifting up and sinking back down, finding his rhythm. His moans came freely now, soft, breathy, turning louder as pleasure built. “Chace… fuck… thank you… thank you so much…”
Chace’s hands tightened on Ev’s thighs, guiding him a little, hips rolling up to meet each downward stroke. His own breathing was getting rougher, voice low and gravelly.
“Shit, Ev… this is a tight hole. Fuck… you feel good.”
Ev kept moving, riding harder, taking Chace deep every time. The angle was perfect, hitting that sweet spot over and over. He braced his hands on Chace’s chest, moaning openly, hips rolling and bouncing.
“Feels so good… so fucking deep… I knew I’d want this… always bottom… always…”
Chace grunted, eyes half-lidded, watching his best friend ride him. “Yeah… keep going. Take what you need.”
Ev didn’t stop. He rode Chace with growing confidence, moaning and thanking him between gasps, lost in the sensation of that big, straight dick stretching him open and filling him completely. Chace was getting into it too, hips thrusting up harder, hands gripping tighter, low groans escaping as Ev’s tight hole worked him.
The bedroom filled with the sounds of skin slapping, wet lube, and Ev’s grateful, pleasure-drunk moans. Just this once. But right now, in the dark, it felt like everything Ev had been missing.
And Chace, ride or die, let him have it.
Chace’s hands tightened on Ev’s thighs as the pleasure built. He was getting lost in it now, the tight heat around his cock pulling him deeper into the moment. But after a few more rolls of his hips up into Ev’s riding, something shifted in him. He needed more. He needed to take control.
“Alright, hold up,” Chace muttered, voice rough with arousal. He sat up slightly, strong arms wrapping around Ev’s waist. In one smooth, powerful motion he manhandled Ev off his lap and flipped him onto his stomach, then pulled his hips up so Ev was on all fours, perfect doggy style.
Ev gasped, face dropping toward the pillow again, ass presented high. “Chace!”
“Arch your back for me,” Chace said, one big hand pressing gently but firmly between Ev’s shoulder blades. “Yeah, like that. Good boy. Push that ass out.”
Ev obeyed instantly, curving his spine, pressing his chest down and lifting his ass higher, briefs still bunched around his thighs. The position made him feel even more exposed, even more submissive, and he loved it.
Chace knelt behind him, lined up his thick, eight-inch cock again, and pushed back in with one long, steady stroke, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust.
Ev moaned loudly into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Oh fuck… yes…”
Chace didn’t hold back this time. He gripped Ev’s hips hard and started pounding. Deep, powerful thrusts that slapped skin against skin, his heavy balls smacking against Ev’s ass with every stroke.
The pace was relentless now, hard, fast, driving that big dick in and out of Ev’s tight hole.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Chace growled, voice low and heated. “Take it.”
Ev was a mess of moans and gratitude, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Thank you… fuck, thank you for that dick… Chace… it’s so big… so good… thank you for fucking me…”
Chace kept going, hips snapping forward, pounding him deep and hard. The bed creaked under them as he railed his best friend, sweat starting to sheen on his chest.
Every thrust drove right against Ev’s prostate, making Ev’s moans louder, more desperate.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Chace grunted between thrusts, one hand sliding up Ev’s back to grip his shoulder for leverage.
“Taking it so well… just like that.”
Ev kept babbling gratefully, voice breaking on every hard slam. “Thank you… thank you for this… I needed your cock so bad… please don’t stop… fuck me harder…”
Chace obliged, pounding even deeper, the wet sounds of lube and raw fucking filling the quiet bedroom. He was fully in control now, giving Ev exactly what he’d been craving, hard, relentless, deep strokes that left no doubt who was in charge.
Ev stayed arched, ass up, moaning and thanking his straight best friend with every powerful thrust, living out the fantasy he’d been too scared to even hope for.
Just this once had turned into something raw and intense, and neither of them was stopping yet.
Chace’s thrusts were getting harder, deeper, more urgent. He hadn’t expected to enjoy this as much as he was. He hadn’t expected the way Ev’s hole gripped him so perfectly, hot and silky and impossibly tight around every inch of his thick cock. That fat, round ass bouncing back against him with every slam was doing things to him he couldn’t quite explain. His breathing was ragged now, sweat slicking his chest as he pounded away.
“Fuck… Ev…” Chace growled low, voice thick with arousal.
He suddenly wrapped one strong arm around Ev’s waist and pulled him upright, yanking his back flush against Chace’s broad chest. Ev gasped at the change in angle, head falling back onto Chace’s shoulder as Chace kept long-dicking him, slow, powerful strokes that drove every inch deep inside, grinding against that spot that made Ev see stars.
Chace’s free hand came up to Ev’s throat, holding him in place while his mouth found the side of Ev’s neck. He sucked hard, then bit down gently, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he kept thrusting up into him, long and deliberate.
Ev moaned helplessly, body trembling in Chace’s grip. “Chace… oh fuck… yes… breed me… please…”
Chace didn’t answer with words. He just kept sucking and biting at Ev’s neck, marking him, while his hips rolled up in deep, possessive strokes. His cock throbbed inside the tight heat, balls tightening as he got closer and closer.
With a low, guttural groan, Chace buried himself to the hilt one last time and came hard. Thick ropes of cum pulsed deep inside Ev, breeding him, filling him up as Chace’s hips jerked against his ass. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop into his best friend while his mouth stayed latched onto Ev’s neck.
When the last spasm faded, Chace gave one final, lazy thrust, then shoved Ev forward. Ev collapsed face-down onto the mattress, ass still slightly raised, Chace’s load leaking slowly out of his used hole.
Chace dropped onto his back beside him, chest heaving, big cock softening against his thigh, glistening with lube and cum.
They lay there in the dark, both breathing hard, the only sound the heavy rhythm of their hearts and the faint creak of the bed as they shifted.
Chace stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then let out a low chuckle, voice still rough. “Shit… that was… intense.”
Ev stayed quiet for a second, face buried in the pillow, body buzzing with aftershocks and the warm, full feeling of being bred. He managed a small, shaky smile into the fabric.
“Ride or die,” he whispered hoarsely.
Chace reached over and gave Ev’s shoulder a lazy, affectionate pat. “Ride or die.”
The rural night stayed quiet outside the window. Just this once had turned into something neither of them had planned, but for tonight, it was exactly what they both needed.
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