Straight to Hell

Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.

This chapter is dedicated to J in Canada. He gave me the inspiration, the drive, and most important of all, the characters to do it! So J . . . this one’s for you!

Ed

I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a problem with people who are druggies. I’ve dealt with many of them and to be quite frank, they are a pain in the ass! When they’re not strung out, they’re trying to be. Always going around hitting up people with a “hey man, you got some?” and generally just being the selfish pricks that they really are. And the lies. Ohhhhhhh, my god the lies they tell! If I had a dollar for every lie I’d been told by an addict, I’d be a rich man. I’d also be a rich man if I had every dollar BACK that has been stolen from me by them! Shit. It’s almost enough to make me sit down and cry.

Now, I don’t want you to think all I have for friends are chemical and substance abusers. All of my friends are wonderful people. But, I’ve met a lot of people that I thought would be new friends and bingo . . . they turn out to be on something. Normally, I run like hell away from these folks. 

Normally . . .

But . . . I do remember one time I didn’t. In fact, I not only didn’t run away, I got to know her quite well. And I got to know her boyfriend quite well. Extremely well. ExCEEDingly well.

Just how well you might ask? Hmmmmmmmmmm . . . let’s just say . . . well enough that I got to fuck the shit out of his tight, muscular, heterosexual ass.

It all began at the gym one night when I was working out with Jose. You remember Jose, don’t you? Two weeks after I had had a little fun with his sexy cousin Benjamin, Jose came by my office at work.

“Hey Riley, what are you doing tonight?”

“Not much. Why?”

“How would you like to work out with me?”

Hmmm. Now this was unexpected. After I’d fucked Jose’s fine ass, he hadn’t exactly been trying to run around with me. He’d nod at me if he saw me around at work but never really said anything or tried to talk. It didn’t bother me as I figured he was still pissed at me for splitting his ass and giving him his first hard fuck. So his showing up outta the blue and wanting me to work out with him meant he was up to something.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“I mean why do you want me to work out with you?”

“Fuck man, what’s there to know?! I was just asking.”

“Jose . . . I KNOW you. You’ve avoided me ever since that night with Benj and all of a sudden you want me to work out with you?”

Jose looked down at the floor.

“C’mon man. Don’t bullshit with me. What’s going on?”

Jose was silent a few more moments and then looked up at me. “Okay, okayyy. I just thought you might like to work out with me and . . . uh . . . well . . . let me introduce you to a friend of mine.”

Ahhhh. Enlightenment. Now it became clear.

“Uh huh . . . introduce me to a friend of yours and . . . what?”

Silence.

Damnnnnnnnnn, Jose was a clever little number! I have to give him credit . . . he was learning fast about how to get man pussy.

I started grinning at Jose and said, “Okay, tell you what. I’ll meet you at 7 PM and you can ‘introduce’ me to your friend. But he better be well worth me taking the time to do this. Or this’ll be the last time I’ll do anything for you, Jose.”

A smile broke out on Jose’s face. “Riley, I swear! He’s WELL worth meeting! 

Trust me.”

“We’ll see. Now, take your cute little ass outta here. I gotta get some work done.”

“Okay man. See you at 7.”

As Jose walked towards the door to leave my office, I couldn’t help but check out that fine ass in his pants. A new friend, I thought as the door closed after Jose. This could prove interesting.

At 7:45 Jose and I were almost half-way through our routines. I admit I’d forgotten how hellaciously fine his muscle body was. In spite of that though, I was a little pissed. Jose’s “friend” hadn’t shown up.

“I thought you said your friend was gonna be here tonight.”

“He said he was. I don’t know what happened to him. He’s usually right on time.”

“Well, he’s not right on time tonight. I’m gonna finish my shit and leave.”

“C’mon Riley! Have a little patience. I’m telling you, you won’t wanna miss Brian.”

Whatever, I thought. I just wanted to get finished and go.

Ten minutes later I was almost finished with my workout. I was on the incline press and pushing hard.

“Riley.” Startled, I looked up. Jose was standing behind me.

“What?”

“He’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

“Brian.”

“Big deal. Where?”

“See the guy near the desk in the gray shorts and navy tank? That’s him.”

Since the desk was in the middle part of the gym, I couldn’t see him clearly. All I saw was a black guy with his back to me. After a few moments, the figure turned and started walking my way, getting clearer as he got closer.

Goddamn. Walking towards me was one fucking fine looking man. He wasn’t extremely tall. Only about 5’11”. But that motherfucker had a body that wouldn’t quit! His arms were solid muscle and veins snaked from his shoulder to his wrist. His chest was pushing his tank out and the shirt looked as if it was having a helluva time holding his chest. The most noticeable thing about him though was his walk. He walked with a swagger and had an arrogant air about him. His facial expression looked as if he thought he was royalty and expected everyone to bow as he walked. He was definitely one fine looking piece of man flesh.

“Jose . . . what’s up?”

Fuck. Even his voice had an arrogance in it as if all he really wanted to do was listen to himself.

“Hey Brian. You’re late, man. I thought you were gonna get here about 7.”

“Fuck that, man. I get here when I get here.”

Yep. Pure arrogance. Selfishness. You know . . . a prick. Just the kinda guy that needs to be taken down a peg or two. Or maybe . . . just the kinda guy that needs a good hard ass fuck.

“Bri, this is Riley. He’s one of my workout partners.”

Brian quickly slapped my outstretched hand with his palm and said, “Hey.” Then he started surveying the gym.

I laughed. Such the social creature. I imagine his parents didn’t spend a lot of time when he was growing up teaching him manners.

“Nice to meet you, Bri.”

Brian looked at me briefly and said, “It’s Brian, man. Only my friends call me Bri.”

Yessiree . . . grade A motherfucker here.

“Sorry man. Maybe someday I’ll be worthy of the designation.”

“Yeah . . . maybe,” and started looking around the gym again. Well, it was good to see Bri missed my sarcasm and thought I actually meant what I said. Well, whether he missed it or not, I must admit Jose had me hooked. This fine-ass straight motherfucker needed to be taken down . . . hard. And I was just the one to do it.

I looked over at Jose and nodded imperceptibly. He caught my drift and said, “Bri, we gotta book. I’ll catch you later.” Brian smiled at Jose and said, “Sure man. Later.” And with that, Bri walked over to the free weight area. I watched that muscle ass bunch and roll as he walked. Soon, my pretty man, I thought. That tight sacrosanct hole of yours is gonna be riding my cock. Maybe that would encourage his conversation skills.

Jose’s voice intruded on my thoughts. “Well, Riley? What do you think?” I looked over at his grinning face as we walked back to the locker room.

“I think I haven’t fucked a sexy, straight black man in awhile. But, I’ve never fucked a sexy, straight black man with an attitude like that. I think mister Bri . . . mister BRIAN since I’m not his friend . . . needs to spend a little time with you and me so we can help him be a little more friendly to his fellow man. Or at least WITH his fellow man.”

Jose laughed and said, “Yeah, I thought he’d get your attention. He’s a total asshole but he’s got a fantastic body! And I’m definitely sure I need to fuck it.”

“I’m sure you do, Jose. And I’m always willing to help you with your needs. You know that!”

“No shit. And even with things I DON’T need!” We both laughed as the locker room doors swung shut behind us.

After I’d showered and dressed, I headed over to Artista for a drink. Seeing a fine ass straight man like Brian got my juices flowing and I knew there were always plenty of good looking breeder boys at the club.

“Hey Riley, how you doing?”

“Fine, Andre, just fine.” Andre was my favorite bartender. He was also very easy on the eyes. “How bout you?”

“Oh you know, man. Same ole, same ole. You seen some of these cunts around here?”

I had to smile. Andre talking about cunts. If only he knew how the only cunt I cared about was the one he had between his big tight ass cheeks.

“Yeah, I’ve seen ‘em. And I’ll leave ‘em to you, man. Everyone knows you’re the biggest stud here.”

As he poured me a rum and coke, Andre grinned, shook his head, and said, “Yeah right, Riley. The big stud.”

Andre left me my drink and walked over to serve another customer. I sat back and looked around. Even for a straight club, Artista had class. Good drinks, upscale looks, good looking titty dancers. No wonder it was so popular.

“Hi there.”

Startled, I looked to my left. A good looking black woman was standing there, smiling like a model.

“Hello. How are you?”

“Fine, thanks. Mind if I sit down?”

“No, please do.” Fuck. I really didn’t want to have a woman interrupting my stud viewing but I didn’t want to be rude. She sat down and smiled at me again.

“What’s your name?”

“Riley. And yours?”

“I’m Ashley.”

“Cool. Nice to meet you Ashley.”

“Likewise, Riley.”

After that, she just sat there and smiled at me. It made me a little curious and I wondered if I had met her before. After a few minutes of silence, I turned to her and said, “I’m sorry Ashley but I was wondering . . . have we met before?”

“No, Riley. I was just waiting for my boyfriend and this was the closest place to sit.”

“Oh cool! I apologize; I just thought maybe I’d met you before.”

“No, no. I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”

“Oh no, please! I’d enjoy the company.”

Man, what a dumb ass! I sounded like I was trying to come on to her, which was the last thing in the world I wanted her to think. I smiled at her again and continued scanning the room.

“Riley, I was wondering . . .” Her voice trailed off.

“Yes, Ashley?”

“Mmm, I was wondering if you had any . . . ice . . . on you.”

I sat there a moment in shock. I didn’t know this woman from Adam and here she was asking me if I had an extremely volatile illegal drug on me. What the fuck was wrong with people these days?

I decided to play along with her and see what she’d do.

“I might. Why do you ask?”

Ashley looked curiously at me a moment and then scooted her chair closer to mine. After looking around the club quickly she said, “Cuz I need to score some big time, Riley. I wanna have a good time tonight and you look like you might be the man to help me with that. You wanna help me, doncha baby?”

I kept looking at Ashley and felt her hand rubbing suggestively on my leg. I glanced down at it and then back at her, a seductive smile breaking out on my face. What a whore.

“Welllllllll . . . I just might at that, Ash. But, what am I gonna get in return for all that help?”

She squeezed my leg and started running her hand up closer to my crotch.

“Anything, Riley. You name it.”

Suddenly, I was startled out of my reverie by a deep voice.

“Ashley . . . what are you doing?”

As I looked to the left, I found myself staring into one of the sexiest, chiseled faces I’d ever seen.

Ashley hopped up off the chair and gave the sexy stud a hug. He gave a brief sideways glance at me and then turned back to give Ashley a kiss.

“Babe!! What took you so long?”

“I couldn’t find a fucking parking space.” He looked over at me again. 

“Who’s this?”

Shit. Just what I needed . . . a jealous boyfriend. But, he was one fucking fine ass boyfriend. Brown eyes, short cropped hair, 6 foot tall with 200 lbs of muscle. ALL muscle. I felt a stirring in my cock as he looked at me.

“Honey, this is Riley. He’s a friend of mine. I told you about him last week. Remember?”

Ahhh. This was gonna be good! She met me 5 minutes ago and she was telling him about me last week. Grinning, I sat back and waited to see where this was going to go.

Muscle boy still didn’t look too friendly and he shook his head. “No. I don’t remember you telling me about any Riley.”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you what his name was. Remember I told you about my friend from high school that I met here last week? The one I hadn’t seen since graduation?”

Ashley turned to look at me and her eyes were pleading. You could tell she wanted me to go along with her bullshit. I almost laughed out loud! Damn, now Ashley and I were old school chums! I just sat there and kept grinning at her.

Those brown eyes kept looking at me and I felt my cock get harder. Fuck, it had been a long time since any man had made me get hard just from looking at me. After a couple of moments, muscle boy looked back at Ashley and shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, I remember you saying something. I guess.”

Ashley kept a smile on her face but you could read the relief in her eyes.

“Well, let me introduce you, babe. This is Riley . . . uhhhhhh . . .”

Now I felt a little sorry for her. She’d carried out her deception with the sexy dumb fuck so far, so I thought I could at least help her finish it off.

“James, Ash. You’re always forgetting my last name!”

Ashley smiled at me gratefully and said, “I know, Riley! You know I’m not good with names! Riley James, this is my boyfriend, Ed.”

Mmmm. Ed.

That’s all I needed.

I came up off the stool and said, “Nice to meet you, Ed! Damn, ole Ash here has told me TONS about you! You’re evidently quite the man!”

A big smile broke out on Ed’s face and I thought “Ah, how cute!” And a fucking gorgeous smile it was too! He put his hand out to me.

“Nah, I don’t know what she’s told you but I’m just like all the other guys, Riley. But, thanks just the same.”

MotherFUCKER!! This hunky man had a helluva strong grip! Ed’s shirt stretched as his arm muscles flexed. I pumped his hand slowly as I wanted to see more of this sex god’s body.

“Well, it’s certainly nice to finally meet Ash’s guy. Damn girl, why didn’t you tell me your man was modest as well?”

Ashley kept smiling but you could see the beginnings of a nervous look in her eyes. Could she smell me sniffing around her man? If so, she had a right to look nervous! He was a fresh piece of straight boy meat and Riley the tiger was hungry for some virgin Ed pussy.

“Hey, how about a drink? I’ll buy.”

“Thanks Riley,” Ed said. “I’ll have a beer.” He looked around for a minute. 

“Shit, I need to take a leak first though. Where’s the bathroom in this place?”

Smiling evilly at Ashley, I pointed to the corner and said, “Over there, Ed. It looks crowded so it may take you a few.”

“That’s fine, man. I just need to go! I’ll be back in a bit.” Ed looked over at Ashley. “You stay put, okay?”

“Don’t you worry, Ed. Ash and I are gonna stick close to each other. I have some things I wanna talk with her about anyway.”

“Cool. I’ll be back.”

I watched Ed walk away. Fuck. Oh FUCK! Those fucking clothes were painted on his body! Ed had a big, tight muscle ass. And I mean a BIG ass. His thighs tented out his jeans and his tight shirt left nothing to the imagination.

I sat back down on the stool and looked over at Ashley. “So Ash . . . what should we talk about?”

Ashley had a puzzled look on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you asked me if I had any ice. You said you wanted to have a fun night. AND . . . you said you’d do anything for it. ‘You name it’ were your exact words, if I’m not mistaken. Are you still game for it? Cuz if you are . . . then I’m your man.”

Now don’t think I’m a dealer. I don’t do drugs, nor deal them. Of course, I have a couple of friends that do but hey . . . I don’t run their life and they don’t run mine. So, I knew I could get Ashley some crystal meth. In fact, I could get her a LOT of it. And it wouldn’t cost her much at all.

Ashley smiled and started her little cunt game once more. “That’s cool, Riley. How much you got and what’s it gonna cost?”

“Well . . . I could get you a week’s supply.”

A horrified look came over Ashley’s face. “No! I can’t afford that!”

“Sure you can, Ash. And it won’t cost you one penny.”

A suspicious look came over her features and she drew back a little.

“Why not?”

“Cuz Ed can pay for it.”

“Ed? HELL no! He doesn’t do the hard stuff and he’d be pissed as hell if he knew I did. And anyway, he doesn’t have the money for it either.”

“He doesn’t have to pay cash.”

“Really? Well, what’s he gonna pay with?”

“His ass.”

Silence. Ashley’s face was frozen. I leaned over and grinned at her.

“That’s right. All I gotta do is fuck his ass and a week’s worth of ice is all yours.”

Ashley looked at me in horror. “You can’t fuck him! Ed’s not gay!”

“I didn’t say he was, sweetie. In fact, I wouldn’t make this offer if he was.”

“But . . . you can’t just . . . fuck him! He’d kill you before he’d let you fuck him.”

I grinned. “True Ash. Very true. Rest assured that he’s not going to let me fuck him. But ‘let’ isn’t the operative phrase. ‘Fuck’ is. If you want all that ice, I can get it for you. In return, you gotta help me so I CAN fuck him.”

Ashley was silent and continued to look at me as if I was crazy.

“Look at it this way, Ash. You get what you want. I get what I want. And Ed . . . wellllll . . . Ed gets fucked. But he’ll survive and so will you. WITH a big stash of meth. And who knows, he may even like it!”

“So, what’s it to be?”

Ashley stood there quietly. You could tell she was thinking hard. I have to admit I was surprised she’d even consider it. I mean, what a bitch! Selling her boyfriend’s ass so she could get high. How pathetic.

I looked around and saw Ed coming back from the bathroom.

“Better hurry, Ash. Ed’s almost here. Once he’s back, the offer is gone. AND it won’t be repeated.”

Ashley looked up and saw Ed walking back. Slowly, she walked over and stood next to me, not looking at me, but at the dance floor.

“You gotta promise me you won’t hurt him,” she whispered. I could barely hear her above the sound of the music.

I kept looking at Ed as he approached us. His shirt was stretched tight against his massive chest. As my glance headed down, I could see a nice sized bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I looked back at Ashley and smiled.

“Don’t you worry, sweetie. I’ll return that fine body back to you in the same condition you’ve known it. I promise.”

Ashley turned her head up to look at me and said, “What are you gonna do?”

I watched Ed as he walked up to us. He had a huge smile on his face.

“Hey guys!! Let’s get out on the floor and get with it. I wanna feel good TONIGHT!”

I laughed and followed Ed and Ashley out on the dance floor. As I watched his hard muscle ass flex in his jeans, I smiled. Carefully, I leaned over Ashley’s shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“I’m not gonna do anything, honey. You are.”

I heard Ashley’s quick intake of breath and started clapping my hands as I surrounded myself with all the gyrating straight bodies.

Ain’t life wonderful?

The following Friday I headed for Artista again. Only this time, instead of looking for a studly straight boy, I was gonna reel one in. And lovely Ashley was gonna help me. I was definitely ready to fuck her boyfriend. 

Actually, with his muscle ass, power fuck was probably a better description.

I waited in the club for over an hour and started wondering whether the bitch was gonna get cold feet. She was hesitant when I talked to her on the phone earlier in the week and I thought she might back out. But, when I was halfway through my second rum and coke, I saw them come in. I turned away from them, slouched back in my chair, and waited. After a few minutes, I felt someone standing next to me.

“Riley!! What are you doing here?”

Yep, looked like ole Ash was ready to get her stuff! So, let the games begin!!

“Hey Ash. How are you doing?”

“Fine, hon. You’re looking good tonight.”

“Thanks, Ash. As usual, so are you.” I glanced over at Ed and nodded. “Hey Ed.”

Damn! Damn, damn, DAMN!! Ed was wearing a black short sleeve shirt that was tight as hell and a pair of jeans that fit perfectly.

“Howya doing tonight, Riley?”

Fuckkkkkkk. That deep voice practically made my legs fold. Talk about fucking beef on the hoof! Ed had to be one of the most, if not THE most, masculine man I’d ever met. I smiled and raised my glass.

“I’m doin great now, man. You want one?”

“Sure. Get me a beer.”

“Ash? You want something?”

Ashley was watching me and looked a little nervous. I don’t think Ed noticed cuz he was too busy looking around. Probably at all the pussy that was out on the floor.

“Uh . . . uh . . . yeah, a white wine would be nice.”

“A beer and white wine it is.”

I turned around and got Andre’s attention. “Get me a Heineken and glass of white zin, Andre.” Turning back, I noticed Ed was still looking around and Ashley was looking more nervous. I put held my hands out to her and mouthed the words “settle down”. I didn’t want her freaking out and giving away the score before I COULD score . . . with hunky Ed, that is.

Three hours later, after plenty of drinks (courtesy of me), lots of dancing, and some ogling, both Ashley and Ed were feeling good. I was drinking too but only had one glass for every three they had. But, it was time to move on or else Ashley would be so drunk, she couldn’t carry out her part of our little drama. Ed was already buzzing big time and generally being an obnoxious drunk. My plans for his delicious body didn’t include him passing out, so it was time to move to phase two.

“Hey guys, how bout moving on to some serious partying elsewhere?”

Ashley looked around slowly at me. Drunk though she was, she still understood what was about to happen cuz she got that scared look in her eyes again. Ed was leaning back against the bar, trying to keep himself balanced on top of the bar stool. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and said, “Sureeee, man . . . what . . . you want to do?”

I looked at Ashley closely. She looked down momentarily, gulped a little, and said “Baby, why don’t we all go home? We’ve got more beer there.”

Perfect! The bitch came through. So far.

“Yeah, Ed. Some more beer and . . . I’ve got something else that you’d enjoy.”

Ed was looking at me with bleary eyes, trying to focus. “What’s that?”

“Some mucho-primo grass, man. From a friend in Mexico.”

Ashley had told me that Ed didn’t do hard drugs but that he loved pot. That was perfect for me cuz it would help me lower his inhibitions. And get in that tight ass of his quicker.

Ed grinned. “Yeahhhhhh, man. I’m up for that. Let’s go.”

I looked at his protruding pecs, crotch bulge, and muscle body. That’s not all you’re gonna be up for, my friend.

Thirty minutes later, a buzzed Ashley was helping me carry a staggering Ed into the house. As he lurched and rolled up the sidewalk into the back of the house, I got to run my hands all over his fine as hell body. Ed was so out of it he didn’t even notice me feeling him up. I got hard instantly as every part of him I touched was nothing but firm muscle. I was ready to rock and roll. I didn’t know if Ashley would be able to stay alert enough to finish her role but one thing I did know. I knew that sexy Ed was about to get his big, hot virgin ass fucked tonight. And fucked hard. With or without Ashley’s help.

Inside the house, Ash and I set Ed down on the couch.

“Hon, I’m gonna get the beer and Riley has to go out to his car and get the stuff. We’ll be right back.”

Ed was so blitzed his head was rolling around. He gave a sound like a grunt and said, “Hurryyy. I wanna feel gooood . . .”

I hurried out to the car, got a package, and met Ashley in the kitchen.

“Okay, Ash. Here’s my end of the bargain. This is enough ice to keep you happy for almost two weeks.” I handed the package to her and she looked at it. She put her hand on it and then drew it back quickly.

“Look Riley . . . I don’t know . . . if I can still do this. I mean, I love Ed. I don’t want to do some shit like this to him.”

I figured she would get cold feet and said, “Ash, look. First, Ed is so out of it, he’s not gonna feel much. Second, you know you’ll never have this much ice for free again. And third . . . wellll . . . let’s just say that Ed’s not gonna be as adverse to this as you think he is. I know guys and he’s feeling pretty horny bout now. So, trust me. If he starts to resist, I’ll stop and leave. Agreed?”

Ashley was silent and kept looking at me.

“But, you gotta finish what you started,” I said. “I can’t do it without you.”

Ashley kept looking at me.

Fuck, I thought. She’s not gonna do it. BUT . . . resourceful guy that I am, I had an ace in the hole to play.

“Look Ash. If you keep going. . . this is yours.”

Ashley’s eyes opened wide. Another package of ice was sitting in my hand. Buying this much meth cost me plenty but it would be worth it to fuck Ed’s virgin ass.

Ashley’s eyes moved from the package to my face. The hungry look in her eyes said it all. “You mean it?”

“Yeah. If you finish what we planned, this is yours. And if Ed won’t go for it, I promise I’ll leave. And it’s still all yours. Just for trying. He won’t ever have to know a thing.”

Ashley licked her lips and looked down at the package again. Slowly, her hand went out. It moved closer . . . closer . . . closer . . . to the ice. Finally, her fingers closed around it and she started to pull it out of my hands. I jerked my arm backwards.

“Not so fast, Ash. You gotta deliver first. THEN . . . it’s yours.”

Ashley kept looking at the ice. After a few more seconds of silence, she looked at me with a hateful stare and said “Okay. But you better not be fucking with me or it’s all over, Riley.”

“I know, Ash, I know. Trust me. It’ll go down fine. Now take this grass, go out there and get Ed to start smoking it. I’ll be out there in a couple of minutes.” Ashley took the joints and a beer and went to the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

BINGO! I was in. Of course, I’m sure Ash thought that Ed wasn’t going to let me fuck him, then I’d leave, and she could live happily ever after with her man AND her drugs. Little did the bitch know that I had one final ace to play. An ace that she didn’t need to know about.

I waited a few minutes and walked into the living room. As I entered, I could smell the distinct aroma of marijuana burning. Phase three was about to begin!

Ed was taking a hit off the joint and the air was thick with smoke. He passed the joint to Ashley and she took a very small hit. Evidently she didn’t want to be too messed up, although she had had enough booze in her tonight that the grass would just make her high stronger. For a druggie, she sure didn’t know much about the shit she was using.

Ashley handed the joint to me. I pretended to inhale, all the while watching Ed. His eyes were closed and he was pretty much mellowed out. I passed the joint to him and motioned to Ashley. She smiled slightly, moved over and sat on Ed’s lap.

“Baby, c’mon. Make me feel good.”

Ed opened his eyes slightly but sat there in a stupor. Ashley reached out and started rubbing on his chest. I licked my lips as I watched the nipples on those huge pecs perk up under his shirt. Ed laid his head back on the couch and you could see his body relax. He looked like he was ready to get it on with Ashley and I was about to help him get his wish. Except not with Ashley.

I moved around behind the couch, leaned over, and moved Ash’s hands away. Ed’s eyes were still closed and I leaned over and put my hands on his chest. Ed groaned slightly and I began rubbing his massive chest and slightly pinching his erect nipples. My cock was getting harder and harder in my pants and I wanted to just rip his clothes off and fuck his tight ass right then and there.

As I rubbed my hands up and down his chest and tight abs, Ed moved more and thrust his body up into my hands. I reached down and began pulling the tight shirt out of his jeans. Ed tried to move but was so fucked up, his head was rolling around. I pulled his shirt up on the sides and front and tried to pull it over his huge pecs and shoulders. Ed’s arms were so limp it was hell getting them to move. After a few moments, they pulled up enough so that I could slide the shirt up over his neck, face, and arms. I finally pulled it off and tossed it down.

Fucking hell! The upper body before me was the most perfect I’d ever seen. I shit you not. Ed’s delts were thick and tight, forming that gorgeous triangular shape from his shoulders to his neck. They blended into his shoulders, which were large circular balls of muscle. Ed’s arms were humongous, with his biceps and triceps looking like one huge muscle, with veins snaking their way through it.

Ed’s chest was even more impressive. His pecs were large slabs of muscle, rising two inches off of his chest. His nipples were huge, light brown in color, with firm little tips sticking out so perfect you could suck one in your mouth and chew on it for hours. A deep valley separated his pecs and worked its way down to his abs, each one clearly defined inhaled and exhaled. Overall his entire torso was nothing but firm muscle, honed by years of weights and hard work. The entire mass of muscle was hairless and you could see a slight sheen of sweat as he burned the alcohol in his system.

I leaned over to Ashley and whispered, “Go out to the car and leave me with him.” She looked at me confused and said, “No, I want to stay here.”

“Go on,” I whispered again. “I can handle it.”

“No,” she said louder, causing Ed to stir slightly.

“Ash . . . if you want your ice and maybe more in the future, then go NOW. Give me twenty minutes. If Ed doesn’t want to play, I’ll come out to the car, leave and it’s all yours.”

“No. Give me the package. Now.”

I looked at her for a few moments, sighed, pulled the package from my pocket and gave it to her. “There. Now GO!” I whispered again. “And be quiet.” 

Ashley grabbed the package, slipped off of Ed’s lap, and went back through the kitchen. Little did she know that the ‘ice’ in the second package wasn’t ice at all. Just a little concoction that my friends had made up. I’d give her the real ice if things worked out but I didn’t trust the little bitch as far as I could throw her. And anyway . . . first things first.

I looked down at Ed, wearing nothing but tight jeans and shoes, his magnificent chest on full display. Slowly, I sat down on his lap and began to run my hands over his broad, hairless chest. As they came to his nips, I took my fingertips and circled the areolas slowly. Ed started moaning slightly and pushed his pecs into my hands. I began to squeeze the firm muscles, lightly pinching the tips of his nipples, and stroking the mass of muscle. Ed evidently had sensitive nips because he moaned louder and pushed his chest out more.

The more my hands moved over his body, the hornier I got. No matter where I touched, all I felt was muscle and smooth skin. I ran my hands down his stomach, feeling the power in his rippled abs. My fingertips were grazing right above and below his navel, sending erotic waves through Ed’s body. He started twisting harder as his hormones began kicking in. Looking at his sexy face, my fingers worked down to the button of his tight jeans. As I began to unbutton the jeans, Ed’s eyes opened slightly. The opened wider when he saw me in front of him.

“What the FUCK?!!” Ed struggled, trying to push my arms away from his jeans. His movements were sluggish, slowed by the booze and pot.

“Get . . . get . . . the fuck . . . off me”, he muttered.

“Calm down, Ed. You’re in serious trouble.” Ed kept trying to struggle and I finally pushed his arms off of me and shoved his chest back into the couch. “I said calm DOWN, man! Before I have to fuck you up.”

“Motherfucker . . . get off . . . of me . . . or I’ll . . . fuck . . . YOU UP!!” Ed growled.

“Fine. Have it your way then. You’re under arrest.” I pulled a pair of cuffs out of my back pocket and pushed Ed on his side. He was so buzzed from the evening that his resistance was weak. I got up, pushed him on his front, and pulled his arms behind him. It was hard as hell to restrain him with his huge arms. I finally got his wrists cuffed, pulled him back up, and shoved him against the couch. Ed’s head was rolling around and he tried to focus on me.

“Fucker, get me out of . . .”

“Shut the fuck up, man. I told you, you’re under arrest. Possession of a controlled substance.”

Ed looked at me in surprise.

“What? . . . man, what are . . . what are you talking about? What substance?”

“Methamphetamine. And marijuana.” I pulled out another holder from my back pocket and opened it up to show Ed my police badge. He glanced at it and then looked at me speechless with a confused gaze on his face.

I TOLD you I had an ace in the hole! My friend who provided me the meth had also given me the cuffs and badge. It was a real police badge and he said he had gotten it from an ex-cop friend of his who had been fired from one of his jobs. Said you never knew when it would come in handy. Well it was gonna come in handy tonight!

Ed kept looking at me, trying to make sense of what was happening in his fucked up haze. Finally he said, “Hey man . . . I don’t know nothing bout that shit. Riley . . . man . . . c’monnnn . . . what’s the deal?”

“The deal is that I’m with the county’s undercover narcotics detail. You and your woman are under arrest for possession. She’s outside in the car already. And now you’re about to join her. She bought a shit load of stuff from me tonight and it’s gonna go down hard on her with both possession AND intent to distribute. I’ve got you on just possession of pot, but I’m sure you and her work together selling the ice. So, charging you with intent too will be a breeze. And you’re gonna be spending some time with the big boys in prison, Ed. Mark my word on it.”

Ed kept looking at me with his eyes glazed and mouth open. After a few moments, he slowly lowered his head. The look on his face told me he was scared and trying to figure out what was happening.

Man, am I a great bullshitter or what!! Ed may have known that Ash dabbled in drugs but he didn’t know much about the law. Plus, he was so fucked up that his normal inhibitions and skepticism's were pretty much gone. Add my badge and cuffs, logical sounding bullshit and voila . .  I had this fine, muscular, sexy, and very straight white boy right where I wanted him. Well . . . maybe not where I wanted him . . . not just yet.

Ed continued to look around confused and shook his head from time to time, as if trying to figure out what was going on. The sweat on his body glistened even more with nervousness. I kept silent a moment, waiting to see how Ed was going to react. After a few minutes of silence, Ed looked back and me.

“C’mon, Riley. I’m innocent, man.”

Ahh, music to my ears! The innocent man in the not so innocent situation. What to do . . . what to do . . .

“That’s not my concern, Ed. I’m just here to zero in on the dealers and find the evidence so that the prosecutor’s can convict. I’m just a small wheel in the big picture. Of course, without the evidence or my testimony, a jury won’t convict so maybe I’m not that small. But hey . . . it’s all here for you and Ashley and I doubt a jury will have much trouble believing me.”

“C’mon, man. Can’t you do something for me? I didn’t buy any shit.”

“No, but Ashley did.”

“Hell Riley, that girl is stupid! I’ve been on her for months about doing drugs. I didn’t know she tried to buy some more. I mean, hell . . . I just fuck her man . . . I’m not her 24 hour a day babysitter. I don’t know what she does most of the time.”

“Well, maybe you should spend more time with her, Ed, and not just fucking her. Fucking her doesn’t seem to be helping.”

“Whatever, Riley. Look . . . c’mon . . . let’s talk about this. Can’t we work something out?”

Fuck. Once again, the gods were singing! I grinned and thought ‘work something out, Ed? Why sure!’

“What’s there to talk about, Ed? What do you think you can do to work this out?”

“I don’t know, man. Something.”

I looked at Ed for a few moments and said, “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?”

“To work something out. Don’t worry about it, Ed. Just do as you’re told.”

I pulled up on Ed’s right arm and pulled him up off the couch. My nuts tingled as I squeezed on Ed’s muscles. Patience, Riley. It won’t be long now.

I pulled Ed with me as we went through the doors to the other side of the house. After a few false starts, I finally found Ashley’s bedroom, pulled Ed inside and closed the door. I looked at Ed and he looked perplexed.

“What are we doing in here? I thought we were gonna work something out to let Ash and me go.”

“We are, Ed. And that’s why we’re in here. To work something out.”

Ed kept looking at me confused, and I slowly reached down and cupped the bulge in his jeans. He jerked back as though a snake had bit him and almost fell on the bed.

“No way, man. I don’t do that shit. Keep away from me.”

I grinned and said, “Fine, Ed. Let’s go then. It won’t take long for me to book you in jail.”

“Fuck you! I’ll report you for touching me and shit. You’re not supposed to do that.”

“Go ahead, Ed. You think my bosses have never heard that from an accused person before? You report me all you want and then go fuck yourself. Cuz nothing is gonna happen.”

Ed had a desperate look on his face. While I could sorely appreciate his predicament, I really didn’t give a shit. That tight muscle ass of his was gonna get fucked before the night was out no matter what.

“C’mon, Riley. C’mon. Don’t do that, man.”

I laughed and said, “Ed, let me explain this to you pretty simple. First, if we don’t come to some arrangement, you’re going to jail and then to prison. Trust me, those prison boys will love you hot tight ass and they’ll be fucking it every day and night. Two, the only arrangement that will get you out of this is for you to do exactly what I say, when I say. No ifs, ands, or buts. And three, your girlfriend is under arrest out in the car. She’s gonna go to jail and prison too, unless we come to an arrangement. Now, I know she’s not gonna want you to do this to save her. So, you’d better be damn convincing when I bring her in here. Cuz even if my bosses don’t believe your story, they have a soft heart for a good looking woman. In fact, they’re so soft, they’ll book her and then fuck her in her cell. It happens all the time.”

“So, unless I ‘forget’ all of this happened tonight, you and Ashley are definitely going to get fucked by somebody and then be on your way to prison.” I paused for a few seconds. “Soooo . . . do we have an arrangement?”

Ed’s face was white and his breath came in short bursts, bring my attention back to his chest. Damn but that boy was fine! And I was ready to take him!

“Well, Ed? Do we? C’mon, I haven’t got all night.”

Ed kept taking short breaths, his muscular stud tits heaving up and down on his chest. After a moment or two of silence, his breathing started slowing down and he lowered his head.

YES! This sexy, muscular stud with the tight virgin ass was mine! I grinned, walked over to Ed, and uncuffed him. “Stay here. I’ll be right back with Ashley. If you try to run, all bets are off. And since you’ll get picked up eventually, it’ll go harder with you. Remember . . . you and Ashley’s fate is totally in your hands.” I slapped Ed lightly on his arm and walked out of the bedroom.

When I got to the car, I couldn’t tell if Ashley was asleep or fucked up. Opening the door, I shook her on the shoulder. “C’mon Ash. Ed wants to talk to you.”

Ashley looked dazed. “What happened?” I started pulling her out of the car.

“Nothing. I just gave Ed a little massage and told him I wanted to make him feel better . . . in bed. He’s cool with it.”

“I don’t believe you. Ed hates queers.”

“Ash, I don’t know if he hates queers but he’s about to get it on with one. C’mon. Ask him if you don’t believe me. Anyway, what do you care? You’ve got what you wanted.”

Ashley was a little unsteady on her feet and I helped her into the house. When she entered the bedroom, she looked at Ed and then back at me. “I want to talk to him privately.”

“Sure, Ash. But don’t take too long. I’ve got other things to do and other places to go. Don’t I, Ed?”

Ed didn’t even look at me. He just stared at the floor as I closed the door.

Five minutes later, Ashley opened the door and walked out.

“Well?” I asked, smiling.

“I can’t believe it. I don’t know what happened but I never thought he’d go bi on me. He told me he only does it like once or so a year but shit . . . damn . . .”

“Yeah, Ash. Whatever. Now, you go on back out to the car and when we’re  finished, I’ll let you know.”

Ashley seemed so stunned, she didn’t even protest. She just started walking back to the kitchen.

Good old Ed! I knew I could count on him. To save his ass, if nothing else. 

Welllllllll . . . maybe not his ASS but to save him!

I walked back in the bedroom and shut the door. Ed was sitting on the bed, rubbing his wrists where he’d been cuffed. Phase four . . . party time!

“Stand up, Ed.” Ed looked at me and slowly stood up.

“Now . . . turn around.”

His nose wrinkled up slightly, as if the thought of turning his ass to me was distasteful. Regardless of what he thought, I wasn’t ready for his ass. At least not yet.

Jeez, Ed’s back was just as beautiful as his chest! Everywhere there was hard muscle, defined, and hairless. His back flowed down to his jeans, where his muscle ass jutted out.

“Take off your pants. Slowly.”

Ed didn’t move for a few moments. “I told you, Ed. No ifs, ands, or buts. Now take your fucking pants off NOW or it’s off to lockup for you and Ashley.”

I could see Ed’s arms move. After a slight pause, I heard his zipper being pulled down and his hands start to push his pants down slowly. White briefs started coming into view as the pants went down. Ed leaned over slightly to push the pants to the floor and fuck . . . FUCK!! . . . his briefs pulled tight against his firm ass. He stood back up and the briefs were struggling to hold those tight globes of pure muscle. I almost pushed him onto the bed right then so that I could shove my cock up that jock ass but I held on. I wasn’t going to have a body like Ed’s again for awhile and I wanted to enjoy my time with him. Underneath that tight ass, Ed’s legs came into view, complete with tight, defined hamstrings and calves. As I continued to watch, Ed kicked the pants off and stood there, his muscular legs easily supporting his body and fucking enormous glutes straining to get out of his drawers.

Talk about one fantastic body. Ed’s shelf-like ass was the center of all this perfection. Slowly, I walked up behind Ed and put my hands on his back. Ed shuddered a little and made a slight move forward. I let my hands stay on his back for a moment and then carefully ran them around his side and on to his tight, flat stomach. Ed flinched some more, trying to keep my hands away from him.

“Ed . . . quit moving. You keep this up and I’m gonna get tired of fucking with you. Understand?”

The movement stopped immediately.

“I know you don’t want to do this but it's gonna happen. The harder you make it, the longer it's gonna take to get it over with. So make up your mind . . . either you’re gonna go through with this or not. Either way, I’m tired of this resisting crap. Any more and the cuffs go back on and we’re on our way. You got it?”

Silence.

“I said . . . you GOT it?”

Silence again. After a few moments, I could feel a slight movement of his stomach as he quietly breathed his answer.

“Yeah. I got it.”

I moved my hands upwards towards his chest. Ed didn’t move. I couldn’t even feel him breathing. Slowly my fingers ran up over his ripped abs. Fuck, talk about feeling good! A few seconds later, I felt the edges of his pecs. My hands followed the curved mounds of smooth, hard muscle. My cock was so goddamn hard pressed up against Ed’s tight ass globes, I could have fucked him with his briefs on! My fingers felt the edges of his nips, the tips hard like little bullets. I put the tips between my fingers and gently rubbed them.

Ed gasped and flinched slightly. I kept rolling the nubs through my fingers and began to lightly trace the surface around them. After a few moments, I ran my left hand down and rubbed his stomach and abs. Ed’s breathing was quicker now, whether from fear or excitement I didn’t know. I continued running my hand down and felt the edge of his briefs. Pressing down, my fingers slipped underneath the waistband and continued their journey, while my right hand continued to pinch his nips and start to squeeze his right pec harder.

Ed could feel my hand moving towards his cock. “Don’t man . . .” he muttered quietly in his deep voice. I said nothing, my hand running through his pubes and beginning to touch the base of his cock. “C’mon . . . stop,” he urged, his voice breathless. I paused a moment and then pulled my hand back up. Ed exhaled deeply and relaxed a little. As my hand exited his drawers, I ran my right hand down from his pecs and placed it at his side. Slowly, both hands pulled down the sides of his briefs. I could feel Ed’s body begin to shiver.

“Please man . . . don’t do this . . .”

I said nothing and kept pulling his drawers down. As the hard globes came into view, I moved my hands back and pulled the briefs down over his glutes. They kept going down until they hooked under the bottom of his tight ass.

Fuck. My lust almost overwhelmed me! Displayed before me was the most amazing muscled ass I’d ever seen on a guy. Round, tight, full . . . bubble butt doesn’t even begin to describe it. My fucking cock was so hard it was begging to be up in Ed’s virgin hole. I closed my eyes a moment and could feel the tight wetness and heat that would surround my dick as it penetrated this straight man’s pussy.

I could see Ed’s head and shoulder slump a little and short, quick breaths escape him. I grinned, leaned forward and started pushing the front of his briefs down. As they descended, I moved my hands forward and towards his cock. Again, my fingers ran through his pubes and started going down the shaft of his rod. Ed started shivering more as the last vestiges of his clothing started sliding down his legs.

As his briefs lay in a heap at his feet, I slowly ran my hands back up in his crotch, cupping his nuts in one hand. They were hairless, nice sized, and full. I reached up with my other hand until his cock lay in it. Or rather lay ACROSS it, since it was about 6 inches or so. It wasn’t hard but it definitely wasn’t soft. I gently rubbed around the head and felt it get bigger. As I carefully massaged his nuts, my hand started jacking his cock.

“Man please, PLEASE STOP it! I HATE this!”

No shit, Sherlock, I thought. If you didn’t hate it, it wouldn’t be as much fun for me. But, since old Ed didn’t like getting jacked off, I decided to stop. After all there was a tight, virgin, straight muscle ass that needed fucking. I let go of Ed’s cock and balls.

As I stood there looking at this fine piece of man, Ed’s body visibly relaxed. I guess he thought his plea to me worked and his manhood was safe. Grinning, I put my hands on Ed’s shoulders.

“Get down on your knees, Ed.”

“What?”

“I said get down on your knees. Now. Facing the bed.”

Ed paused and then said, “Why?”

I shoved Ed hard in his back and said, “Because I SAID so, motherfucker.” Ed was silent but didn’t move. “You ask me one more goddamn question and your happy ass is going to jail. I’m tired of fucking around with you.”

“Now, get DOWN on your knees!”

After a moment’s hesitation, Ed crouched down, put his hands on the bed, and got on his knees.

“Lean over and put your chest on the bed, with your arms above your head.”

As Ed leaned over, the full moons of his ass jutted out. I smiled quietly and watched him stretch his arms out on the bed.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Silently, I pulled off my shirt and began taking my jeans off. Ed lay there on the bed, making no movement at all. After I’d stripped all my clothes off, I got down on my knees behind Ed and put my hands on his muscular butt. I could feel Ed tense up but to his credit, he barely moved.

“Spread your legs apart, Ed.”

“Riley . . .” Ed gasped.

“Ed . . . spread your legs apart.”

“Man, I CAN’T! Please . . . I’m straight . . .” he croaked.

“Ed . . . for the last time . . . spread your fucking legs apart! NOW!”

I could see his back shaking and hear small cries. I’ll be damned if this sexy, virile jock stud wasn’t crying! As his muscular thighs spread apart, I reached forward again and put my hands on his ass. Goddamn it felt good! I pulled the tight ass globes apart and spied his virginal hole, surrounded by a little circle of hair. I leaned over and spit a few times, watching the saliva run down the crack near his hole.

As my spit hit him, Ed’s cries got louder. I wished I could have felt sorry for him but when an ass like his comes along, you gotta fuck it first and feel sorry later. My cock hadn’t gone down at all. It knew it was moments away from fucking a tight, muscle ass. There was precum all over the head and it would help lubricate my baby’s entrance to the promised land.

I rubbed the spit around Ed’s virgin hole and tried pushing my middle finger in his hole. I was amazed when my finger slid in with little resistance. I thought at first that Ed’s ass wasn’t as virginal as I thought it was. But listening to Ed’s groans and feeling his hole clamp down on my finger convinced me nothing had been there before. Especially no man’s dick.

“Fuck man! That fucking hurts!”

I kept drilling my finger in, twisting it around and trying to loosen up Ed’s pussy. I moved a second finger in, and continued twisting it round and round.

“FUCK! . . FUCK!! . . . shit . . .” Ed yelled.

I could feel Ed’s asshole opening a little as I relentlessly fingered him. I wanted to make it easier on him but with a tight, virgin hole, there’s not much you can do. Ed started writhing and trying to escape my fingers in his ass.

“FUCK Riley, you’re KILLING ME, man! STOP it!”

Stop it? STOP it?! The man was crazy if he thought I wasn’t going to get my cock up his ass. But, Ed wanted me to stop it, so I went ahead and pulled my fingers out. Unfortunately for Ed, I stopped it so I could get my cock IN!

Holding my cock, I slipped it in the crack of Ed’s ass and moved it around. His ass tensed up immediately.

“Relax Ed, or it’s gonna hurt like a mother . . .”

My cock kept moving up and down Ed’s crack, zeroing in on his straight man pussy. After a few moments, the head felt his tight hole and I left my rod right at the entrance. I grabbed Ed’s hips and started pushing.

“Shit . . . SHIT! . . . Riley, stop!”

Ed’s ass was tense as hell and I had to pull it towards me as I pushed. Suddenly, I felt his tight ring give way and my head started penetrating his hole. Ed’s whole body stiffened immediately.

“Fuck . . . Oh fuck . . . pull it out! . . . Oh shit . . .”

I kept pushing my cock in. The feeling was unbelievable! Soft folds enveloped my cock and I felt an incredible heat. Ed’s ass was tight but I felt as if it was literally sucking up my cock. After a few moments, I felt my pubes brush up against Ed’s tight buns and I knew I was all the way in. Ed was gasping for breath and muttering.

“Oh god . . . god . . . shit . . .”

I ground my hips slightly, moving my cock around and opening up Ed’s hole more.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck! . . . fuck! . . . it hurts . . .”

“Goddamn, Ed! What a baby! I’ve fucked guys before and never had them hollering like you. You’re a big muscle boy but you’re acting like a little old sissy. Shut the fuck up!”

Ed was still whimpering but quit talking. I ground my hips around some more and felt Ed’s hole give more as it accommodated my cock. After a minute of grinding my cock around, I pulled it out some and pushed it back in. Ed made a little squeal when I pushed it back in. I continued pulling back out and fucking back in. Ed’s squeals got a little quieter each time as his hole opened up and got used to being fucked.

As Ed’s ass loosened up, I started building up a faster rhythm. Even though it was still tight, within minutes I was fucking his ass easily. I could hear Ed’s fast breathing but he barely made any sounds. Every now and then I could hear him groan quietly as I shoved my cock back in his tight hole.

God, it was fantastic! Every time I fucked my cock in, my crotch would hit his ass and bounce off his rock solid muscle. As I pulled out, the tight shroud of soft heat would pull on my cock, keeping it from totally escaping its clutches.

I leaned over and whispered in Ed’s ear.

“Dude, your ass was MADE for fucking!”

Ed just grunted and I kept pounding and pounding on that tight muscle ass. I leaned over on Ed’s back and grabbed his nips below. They were still aroused and stuck out, making it easy for me to get my fingers on them and tweak ‘em. The more I fucked, the harder I tweaked his nips and squeezed his pecs.

“Oh yeah, baby,” I whispered. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in a long time . . .”

My hands started feeling his body up all over and I threw as hard a fuck as I could into Ed’s ass. He was literally out of it and just let me pound him however I wanted. After fucking him for about 20 minutes, his knees started to give out and his body started sliding down to the floor. I stopped fucking Ed, pulled my cock out, and lifted him up on to the bed. His muscle body was heavy as hell. I turned him over, lifted his legs up and back to his chest, and put my hard cock back into his ass. It slid in easily and I started fucking him again.

Ed’s eyes were closed and his head lolled back and forth, probably from a combination of shock, being drunk, and getting fucked. I couldn’t resist looking at his handsome face and started kissing him on the lips as I fucked. As I kissed him, I slowed down and started fucking him like I was making sweet love to him. I was amazed when his mouth opened and he let my tongue in to suck his tongue. I was in heaven, fucking this virile straight stud with the body of a muscle god.

Even after fucking him for almost an hour, his ass was clamped tight around my cock. Alas, my nuts couldn’t take this forever and I felt my loins churning. As my seed made its way up my tube and prepared to shoot, I practically grabbed Ed in a bear hug and kept shoving my cock up his ass.

“Oh yeah, baby . . . yeahhhhh . . . fuck . . . JESUS!! . . .”

I yelled loudly as my jizz flew out of my cock. I could feel my ass flexing over and over as my cock buried itself deep in Ed’s hot, clinging ass. My cum flew in almost one long stream as I tried to give him every last bit of fuck I could. I pumped and pumped until, exhausted, I fell on Ed's chest. I could feel him breathing beneath me, his solid muscular chest rising and falling even with me on top of him.

As my cock went soft and my breathing returned to normal, I looked down at Ed. His eyes were still closed and his face looked drained of color. I got up off of him and slowly started picking up my clothes. I heard a slight moan and looked over at him. He raised his head slowly, looked at me for a moment, and then let his head fall back down. I dressed and then walked over and sat down next to him.

“You’re a free man, Ed. You and Ash.”

Ed slowly turned his head at me, a look of stunned disbelief in his eyes. I smiled slightly, patted his cheek and said, “And you are one fantastic fuck, man. I’ve never fucked an ass that good and tight.”

Ed’s face got dark and he struggled to sit up.

“Fuck you. I ought to kill you for doing that to me.”

I laughed, shook my head, and stood up.

“I didn’t do shit to you, Ed. If you wanna blame someone, blame your bitch first. She’s the one that was trying to buy drugs. And then blame yourself. Cuz if I remember rightly, you were the one who said ‘Can’t we work something out?’ I made it clear what I wanted. But you didn’t have to do it. You choose to do it so you and Ash wouldn’t go to jail. So save the ‘I ought to kill you’ routine for another time. Cuz it don’t mean shit.”

Ed kept looking at me for a few moments, then fell back on the bed and covered his face.

“I’m gonna leave now. Ash is out in the car. I suggest that you have a serious talk with her about her drug use. Or else find yourself another girl.”

Ed didn’t speak as I walked to the door of the bedroom. As I opened the door, I turned back around.

“One last thing, Ed.”

Ed struggled to sit up and looked at me.

“I meant it. You were one great fuck. You’ve got a hell of an ass.”

“FUCK YOU!”

As I walked out the door, I laughed out loud and said, “I believe I just did!”

Yeah, old Ed was a nice fuck. My best one to date.

Driving home, I wondered if Ash would tell him the truth about how she’d set him up. I even wondered if he’d tell her the truth . . . that he wasn’t bi and that he’d done it to save himself from going to jail. Actually, the more I thought about it, I realized I didn’t give a shit what they told each other. I had tagged his ass. And that’s all I needed to know.

Two nights later, I was working out with Jose. When I was benching, I started thinking about how much I’d like to fuck Ed again. The thought of his hard muscle ass around my cock was making me horny as hell. In fact, I was thinking so hard about it, that Jose started whining.

“C’mon, Riley, you gonna lift or lay there and stare at the weights?”

I gave Jose an ugly look and said, “Quit your bitching.”

Jose laughed and looked around. His face got serious and he looked down at me.

“Hey Riley . . . look who just walked in.”

I sat up and looked at the front desk. Brian was just walking in. Good old arrogant, swaggering Brian. I smiled evilly and looked back at Jose.

“Hmm . . . seems like your tight ass friend is here tonight, Jose.”

Jose grinned and nodded.

“Maybe it's about time we . . . helped him loosen up a bit.”

Jose slapped my upraised hand and said, “Yeah man. I’m up for that.” Then he looked back towards Brian. I glanced at Jose’s crotch and saw his dick start to grow in his thin gym shorts.

Like I said earlier, I hate druggies. But I hate arrogant bastards even more. Especially arrogant, muscular, straight bastards.

As I started pumping the weights, I thought about Brian and grinned. His take down was about to begin. And I was just the man to do it.