The Kinksters are Alright

This is the last part of the party storyline. Lots of new developments for some new interactions and new characters. And, of course, lots of opportunities for kinky sex. 

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Chapter 22

The Party - Part 3

Jack went from the kitchen to the bar area to get drinks and check out what was happening in the rest of the apartment. He shook his head at the mess Justin and Liam made. He saw Harrison and CJ sleeping on the balcony. Unaware anything was out of sorts, he just thought it was cute. He saw Samuel and Finn asleep on a couch in the living room and turned to Chandler, who was following him like a lost puppy, “I see your boy has a new friend.”

“Yeah, they really hit it off. That’s cool. Finn was really into him, so I let them have their fun.”

“This is a good sign for you, Chandler. You’re thinking of others.”

As they grabbed their drinks, they headed towards Jack’s bedroom.

“Am I really that bad, Jack?”

“You can be, but you’re young, basically on your own, you’re fucking hot, incredible at everything, super fucking smart and everyone falls all over you, so your behavior tracks.”

“I’m sorry Jack. I hope you don’t think I’m a dick or something. I really love Finn. Like so fucking much. Do you think he thinks I’m a dick?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think you’re a dick either. I  like you. Sometimes you remind me of me a little, and you’re definitely a lot like Aidan - who also needs some work. You’re not a dick, but you could probably be a little more, um, giving. I wonder if you really know what Finn wants or likes. You should ask him. You should tell him you love him, just like you told me you did.”

“Yeah. I don’t always think about what he wants. He’s so…docile. He never says what he wants.”

“You have to ask. Show him you are interested in his needs. He loves you as much as you love him. You are good together. Don’t fuck it up.”

“Jack…I am so nervous right now. Being this close to you. Maybe even…um…anyway… You are like a fucking legend. You’re so fucking successful, so cool, so awesome! And you’re hot as fuck and kind of wild. And a fucking power bottom! That’s so fucking cool! Jack, you’re like my hero.”

“Easy there tiger. I’m no hero. I have a lot of baggage. I appreciate your words, but don’t get wrapped up in it all.”

“I-I-I, um, want to be with you Jack. You know, like not your boy. You already have that. Just, once, I want to…ffff…oh whatever.”

“Chandler. I know you want to fuck me. I would love for you to fuck me, or do whatever else you want to me.”

“Really? No fucking way? I’m just a kid.”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I kind of like the young ones? You're only a few years younger than my husband. Look, I’m starving. Go grab something from the fridge and meet me in my room. I’m going to shower. If you are going to fuck me, you should at least start with a clean me.”

Chandler jumped up and gave Jack a big hug. He ran over and kissed Finn and told him where he would be. Finn smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. He was genuinely happy to see Chandler finally get what he wanted. 

Chandler slipped on his pajama bottoms, grabbed some sandwiches and salads leftover from earlier in the night. After a quick clean up of his own in the guest bathroom, he ran to Jack’s room, jumped on the bed and sat impatiently waiting for Jack to get out of the shower. 

Jack threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and sat next to Chandler on the bed. “Nice! I was hoping you’d grab the sandwiches. They were so good!”

“They seemed like good food to eat in bed. I brought macaroni and potato salad too!"

As they munched on deli sandwiches and salads, Jack and Chandler talked. They talked a lot. This was really the first time since they’d met more than a year ago that they were actually getting to know each other. Jack found 17 year old Chandler to be completely adorable and was enjoying how smart he was, along with how hot he was. Chandler was fascinated at just about everything Jack has done in his life, even the parts where things weren't great and how Jack overcame the obstacles before him. After more than an hour, it was obvious something was going to happen. Chandler was looking down at his lap.

"I'm trying not to look at you." 

"Why?" Jack asked as he put out his hand and ran the back of his fingers across Chandler's neck. 

Chandler was so nervous. He couldn’t even bring himself to look over at Jack, even though he had been looking right at him during their conversation. Now it seemed different. "Do you always look this good?" he asked. 

Jack laughed. "No," he said simply, “I am pretty sure after all of the drinking and fisting and it being like 4 am, I look like shit.”

“You look incredible, Jack. You always do. But…you really do, like right this second.” Chandler looked up and gave Jack a shy smile. Then his look changed, his face intense, his eyes sharp. Even though he felt a little embarrassed, even vulnerable - he wanted Jack in every way possible. He knew he couldn’t let this chance slip away from him. 

Chandler slid closer to Jack, and pressed his hand into the small of his back and brought him closer. The usually cocky and confident boy trembled as he leaned into Jack. Soon, his lips were against Jack’s, his body coming around him. Jack pressed himself into the sweet, sexy boy, conforming to fit perfectly into his embrace. Chandler was experiencing something he never had. He loved Finn for certain, but this was an intense crush, a burning desire, someone he thought he could never get close to. Now this man’s flesh was warm against his own. The scent of his freshly cleaned body was thick in his nose and fogging his head with gratitude and desire. 

Jack could feel the desire Chandler had, he felt the boy’s need in his body, too. He could feel how he couldn't stop himself, how he needed Jack. Chandler’s other hand moved up into Jack’s hair, scratching the back of his head. He then pressed his lips against Jack’s with even more fervor. Chills went through Chandler’s body. He was holding and making out with his idol, his hero. For years, Chandler read sotries about this man, hung magazine covers with his face on them on his bedroom walls. "I can't fucking believe I'm doing this. I must be hallucinating." He dreamed about Jack Holden. Now, here he was kissing him in his bed.

Jack drew back, his hand still holding Chandler’s head, and looked into the boy’s eyes. He slid his fingers gently on the soft skin of Chandler’s neck. He could see the desire in the boy’s eyes. The way Chandler looked at him sent a thrill through his willing body. Chandler was still so nervous. Jack was willing to give himself completely to the hot young lad.

Finally, Chandler made a move. He pushed Jack back onto the bed and straddled him, his hand roving up Jack’s stomach and pressing against his chest. He smiled sweetly as a breath of pleasure escaped from him. His touch was firm but caressing, sending a wave of hot pleasure through him. Chandler wanted to take Jack, he desperately needed him. He had to show Jack how much he wanted him. Chandler didn't need to worry. It was obvious in every reaction, Jack was savoring every moment. 

"God damn, I have wanted this so fucking bad," Chandler gasped. 

His hands moved up Jack’s body and then up to his armpits. He raised Jack’s arms and slipped his t-shirt off, the brought his tongue to Jack's armpits, licking them sensually. When his eyes returned to Jack’s he was overcome at the way Jack was looking at him. “Does Jack Holden want me as much as I want him?” He shuddered. The way Jack was looking at him was incredible. “Fuck. I could take a picture of that face and fantasize about that look forever.” Everything Chandler had ever wanted was about to happen. He leaned forward and kissed Jack with every ounce of passion in him. 

Things started to progress more quickly from this point. Chandler lifted himself up and slid his pjs off. Jack was able to do the same. Chandler’s hand went between Jack’s legs and rubbed over his cock, feeling his small, swollen shaft. Jack throbbed against his fingers as Chandler gently squeezed his cock. He smiled. "I guess you are as excited as I am," he said cheerfully. Jack wrapped his legs around Chandler and ran a hand over his chest, eyeing him with his own desire. Chandler felt incredible. Jack was everything he wanted and needed. 

"I need you," Chandler groaned just before he slid down and obediently took Jack’s cock into his mouth. It was slow and deliberate. Not accustomed to sucking cock, he took a short while to get used to having it in his mouth.

Jack plowed his hands through Chandler’s short hair and pushed him to take it deeper. Deep enough that he could feel Jack's cock at the back of his throat. Chandler ran his tongue over the tool in his mouth as he sucked and licked his idol’s cock. He bobbed his head, easing Jack’s cock in and out of his mouth. Shudders of pleasure ran through Jack’s body as Chandler’s soft lips grazed his shaft. Jack was not one to last more than a few minutes of pleasure. He pumped a salty load of cum into the boy’s hungry throat. Chandler willingly lapped it all up before making his next move. 

Chandler’s hand moved between Jack’s legs, feeling at his now raw and sloppy hole. He pushed Jack’s legs up and aimed his thick boy cock at his target, entering Jack slowly at first, pushing in with no resistance. Jack gasped as Chandler thrust in his full length, penetrating him deep. Chandler drew back out and in, his hands tight on Jack’s ankles as he thrusted harder and faster. He felt euphoric as he penetrated his dream man, He was finally acting out the fantasy he’d thought about for so long. He was fucking Jack Holden. 

A yell of intense pleasure came from Chandler, this felt incredible, even more incredible than he thought it would. Chandler’s breathing was harsh and heavy, and he groaned with pleasure as he pounded Jack’s ass. "Damn this is so fucking amazing!" he gasped, thrusting deeper again. Jack’s fists gripped the sheets as he reveled in the young boy’s fucking. Chandler just kept fucking harder and harder. Finally, he plunged deep, incredibly deep, and Jack felt Chandler swell inside him and explode hot liquid into him, pumping his gut full of his boy cum. 

Chandler didn’t know what to do. He shuddered as he collapsed onto Jack. He wrapped his arms around him and held him, gasping for air. After a moment, they both managed to catch their breath. Jack pulled Chandler back against him, enfolding the boy in his arms. His breath was warm on Chandler’s neck as he felt his chest continuing to move against his. Slowly, their breathing became softer and more relaxed. Chandler laid against Jack with his eyes closed, not wanting to let a second of it go by uncherished. 

"Hey," Chandler murmured, his mouth near Jack’s ear. 

"Hey." 

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time. Like fucking forever." 

Jack nuzzled against him. "That was pretty fucking incredible." 

"I just couldn't fucking wait anymore, Jack." An overwhelmed Chandler shed a slight tear. "Fuck. That was incredible." 

Chandler felt warm and safe. He dozed off, utterly relaxed in a way he hadn't been in as long as he could remember. 

***

“That was a slick move. Were you really trying to help that boy or were you just trying to get me away from Jack?”

“Ok, you fucking caught mmme. I fucking want…want…want you.”

“How much shit did you do tonight? You are not at your best.”

“Not that much. Fuck. It’s a party. Can’t I have some ffffun?”

“Do you realize how adorable you are? I know you know how hot you are, but do you know how cute you are? God. If you could only work your shit out. I know there’s a sweet, lovable boy in there.”

“What shit?” Aidan stopped himself. Then he put his head in his hands and started to sob. Suddenly he was sobering up. Everything he’s been ignoring all night was quickly welling up in his head.

“Hey! Sorry, bud, I didn't mean to upset you.”

“You are so right. I’m a fucking mess. I hate everything and everyone. I’ve never had real friends. Well not until all of this." Aidan waved his arms all around. "I am scared to fucking death of a relationship. I look like I’m good on the outside. Mr. Tough Guy. I’m a fucking disaster on the inside. I have no fucking clue how to be with anyone. Even the people I love I somehow fuck over. Fuck! Don’t waste your time with me.”

Dillon moved closer and put his hands on Aidan’s shoulders. “Aidan, you are not a waste of time. You’re pretty incredible. Yeah, you do have some stuff to work out. I can help you. I can be here for you.”

“Really? Would you? You know I’m in fucking love with Jack, right?”

“Yes, I know that. Look. If you want to get yourself together, I’m here for you. But you know what? You can’t be a fucking dick. You have been impossible. You can’t just be mean to random people and definitely not with your friends. You do have friends, you know. There’s a few people who actually love you. I would so date you if you weren’t so fucking angry.”

Aidan looked at Dillon and raised his hand to his face. He brushed his fingers over his cheek. “You would date me?”

“Yeah. I would. I had a great time with you in DC. Once you started acting like a real human, you were amazing. Aidan, you are amazing.” 

“I’m so fucking lost, DIllon. I have dreams of hurting Harrison. I’m so mad at him because he’s with Jack. Fuck. You don’t want to hear this. You just said you liked me! And I’m fucking talking about how much I love Jack! And how I want to hurt people. I know you hate violence. Fuck. See? I’m a fucking asshole. Just leave me alone. Let me be fucking miserable. I fucking deserve it.”

“I don’t know what has made you so angry and unhappy. I wish I could take it all away from you, but you have to do that on your own. I’ll be here for you when you want to figure it out.”

Aidan tilted his head and glanced up, brows furrowed. He dropped his chin again and grinned widely. “I needed to hear that. Will you really be there for me?”

“I will. I mean, a lot of us will, but most importantly, I will. I like you Aidan. I like you a lot.”

A tear ran down Aidan’s face as his arms wound around Dillon’s body, and he buried his face in his neck, hugging him tightly. “Fuck. I need you Dillon.” Aidan said with muffled words as his mouth pressed into Dillon’s neck. 

Dillon lifted his hands, running them through Aidan’’s thick hair softly. “He’s got the softest hair. It’s thick and dark, I love it. I think I’ll always love it.” Dillon said to himself. “This messed up fucking boy is luring me in. Damn. Why does he have to be so perfect and so messed up?”

Aidan felt warm all over and as Dillon hugged him. “I really want to be nice. I’m not a bad person.” His voice sounded pathetic, as if he’s given up on himself.

“Let’s not worry about this now. I’m horny, remember?” 

Aidan laughed. “You’re fucking awesome,” he sighed. 

Dillon replied instantly with a mischievous smirk, “More than you can imagine.” 

When Aidan lifted his mouth, Dillon lowered his down to meet him. Their lips touched, softly at first, as a sigh passed between them. Neither of them were sure which one of them let it out, but the other one caught it, and it didn’t matter. At that moment, it didn’t matter. Their kiss deepened. Dillon slipped his tongue along the swell of Aidan’s bottom lip, warm and wet against the soft indents of his skin, Aidan’s lips parted to give him full access. Dillon kissed his way into Aidan’s mouth, Aidan’s tongue sliding across his own, dipping up to the roof of his mouth, tasting him, stroking his tongue in long, soft strokes. They kissed like that, lazily and softly, until they were both a little breathless and a little hard, rocking against each other. 

“Aidan…I know this isn’t what you probably want…but… would you let me fuck you?”

Aidan pulled away from their embrace and smiled at Dillon. “Why don’t you think I’d want that?”

“Because you’re such a macho alpha male. You want to fuck everything. Nobody gets to fuck you. Especially a guy like me.”

“Dillon, I don’t know what that means, but you’re the kind of guy I’d love to have inside of me. Please. I want it. Make me feel you. Fuck me, Dillon. As hard as you want or not hard at all. Take me.”

“Wow. You must be really stoned.”

“Or maybe it's something else. Please. Let’s just do it already.”

Dillon pulled Aidan back into their deep kiss. His hips moving in listless little circles, barely even anything, but it’s enough that their bodies moving against each other is making them both hard. Dillon stood up from the sofa and pulled Aidan up with him. He guided him over to the back of a big leather chair. As he eased Aidan over the back of the chair, both of them standing, he gently rubbed his precum soaked cock along Aidan’s ass. Aidan felt his breath grow heavier, his pulse quickening, and he shook. Even though he has been letting Harrison fuck him, he still gets nervous. The memories of the rape still flood his brain, especially with someone new. His trust levels are still not there. He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head, trying to make the ugly thoughts go away. He clenched his hole tightly. Dillon’s hands roamed up and down his back, softly caressing him, trying to make him feel more comfortable. Dillon felt the anxiety and hesitation.

“Are you ok? We can stop.”

“No…it’s…no, just keep going. It's nothing. I’ll tell you another time. I don't want to ruin this. Please. Don’t stop.”

Dillon kissed Aidan’s neck. He slid his hands along Aidan’s body, trying to calm him. He whispered in his ear, “I really like you, Aidan.”

Aidan raised his hands above his head and brought them down over Dillon, pulling him close. “Please,” he whispered softly. Dillon pressed the head of his cock against Aidan’s relentlessly tight hole. He pushed slightly, only to feel the resistance from Aidan’s sphincter not wanting anything to enter it. Dillon kissed Aidan’s neck, brushed his hands along his sides. Aidan begins to relax, just a little.

“I’m here for you…” Dillon whispers as he pushes again, this time his head begins to push through and suddenly pops into Aidan’s hole. Aidan lets out a soft squeal and grabs Dillon tightly, again pulling him even closer. Dillon pushes in further, his seven hard inches slowly penetrating Aidan’s tight hole. Dillon is almost ready to cum from the feeling of his cock sliding into such a tight hole. “That’s it baby…you feel so good…so good.”

“Yessss…yesssss…uhhhhhhh…yeahhhh…” Aidan purred as Dillon increased his pace. He never went too fast, just enough to make Aidan feel him inside him, and for him to feel his own power over this alpha male. They were enjoying each other and feeling things neither of them had in any of their other hookups. This was different and not just because they were intoxicated. Their feelings for each other were overpowering their intoxication. There was something happening.

Dillon continued to fuck Aidan, bent slightly over the back of that chair. He leaned in after several minutes and whispered into Aidan’s ear, “will you fuck me now? I think you've earned it.”

“MMMMMM, I was hoping I could. I promise to be good. I promise to be gentle.” As Aidan spoke. Dillon pulled out and Aidan turned to face him. They kissed deeply, running their hands all over each other’s bodies. Aidan leaned back against the chair and spit on his cock. He spit on his fingers and eased them into Dillon’s hole. Dillon moaned as Aidan loosened him up for his giant cock. Once he felt he was ready, Aidan took Dillon’s arms and pulled him back onto his cock. He slid Dillon down onto him slowly until all 11 inches were deep inside of him.

Dillon shivered, his body vibrating, his voice shaky, “Oh…oh…god yes! Aidan! Ahhhhh…mmmmmm. This feels so…so amazing!”

Aidan kept himself stationary against the chair as he moved Dillon up and down on his cock. It was slow and sensual, very deliberate, passionate sex. This was not a quickie. This was not an ordinary hook up. Dillon and Aidan were making a deep connection with one another. This was going to go well beyond this moment. 

Soon, Dillon was moving himself back and forth onto Aidan’s cock. Aidan reached around and grabbed Dillon’s tool and stroked it in rhythm to Dillon’s movements. They kept at this sultry pace for quite a while until they both tensed up. They knew the other was ready to orgasm and they both shot their loads at the same time. Aidan filled Dillon’s ass with his load and Dillon pumped his load into Aidan’s hand. As they relaxed, Dillon leaned back onto Aidan, his cock still deep inside him. Aidan raised his cum covered hand to Dillon’s face and DIllon licked his own cum off of it. He then turned around and they kissed again.

***

Samuel woke up and wasn’t able to get back to sleep. Finn was sound asleep and not going anywhere. So, Samuel got some water and wandered the apartment. He saw who was in the various bedrooms and eventually found Charlie lying in bed, looking at his phone. “Hey cutie. Can I join you?”

“Hey! Yeah totally!” Charlie chirped as he pulled the covers back on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

“How come you’re alone? Shouldn’t you be with your Sirs?”

“They aren’t my Sirs. We’re just really good friends. I thought I wanted to be a slave boy, but quickly learned that I really don’t. Those guys are so good to me and I love them a lot. But, I’m not obligated to them in any way.” Charlie flashed a naughty smile, “so I’m totally available.”

“Now that I think about it, that was pretty fucking obvious all night. Anyway…whew! This has been one hell of a night!” Samuel said breathlessly as he plopped down on the bed.

“Yeah, a really great party and then an even better after party.” Charlie snickered.

“I can’t remember when I’ve had this much sex in one night. I can’t believe I’m still horny.”

Charlie reached under the covers and felt around. He eventually landed on Samuel’s hard cock and took hold of it, stroking it, rubbing his thumb through the precum on the head. “I guess you are.” Charlie said with a playful grin. He pulled the covers up over his head and dove under them. Samuel soon felt the warmth of Charlie’s breath on his throbbing cock. Even though they had plenty of sex earlier, this was a little more intimate, more stimulating.

The former porn star tongued Samuel’s cockhead eagerly, soaking every square inch with his spit. He preferred to build up the anticipation, stimulating the head until the rest of his big length was trembling. Then, using the tiniest amount of tongue possible, Charlie traced a line from Samuel’s cockhead down the shaft to the base of his cock, then down around the base of his balls. For a few minutes, he drove Samuel crazy with his cock teasing.

“Oh fuck, this feels so good!” Samuel exclaimed restlessly.

Finally, Charlie let his tongue out for real as he lapped up the masculine scent, the smells of a night of hard, driving sex. He circled his tongue around each ball, letting each one into his mouth individually, then both at once.

"Oh dude, don't stop, that feels so good..." Samuel was feeling better than he had all night. Charlie was very good at what he was doing.

Samuel’s cock was actually shivering, feeling Charlie’s lips forming a seal around his balls, while his tongue aroused them in long strokes, like he was painting them. Samuel lifted the covers up enough so he could see Charlie at work. Charlie looked up with the look of lust in his eyes, just as he took hold of Samuel’s cock. The sudden grip, after all that buildup, was almost enough to make Samuel explode.

Saliva and an abundant amount of precum were the lube as Charlie’s slight hand jerked Samuel’s shaft up and down. He was so gentle at first, just barely caressing the skin of his cock at times and then tightening his grip ever so slightly. He was finally full on furiously wanking the eight inch pole. 

At this point Samuel was out of breath. He threw his hands over his head and leaned his head back. The waves of sexual pleasure flowing through his body and up his spine were unreal. For five impassioned minutes, Charlie sucked Samuel’s balls and jerked his cock. Samuel grabbed Charlie’s shaggy brown hair, caressing his ears, pulling the source of his delight closer to his throbbing cock. He simply needed Charlie’s expert mouth on is cock. 

With a final wet suction, Charlie let his balls flop free from his mouth. He smiled up at Samuel, licked his lips and swallowed his entire eight inches all the way down to the base. Again, Samuel almost shot his load as his cock entered the boy’s tight wet throat. His eyes shot open in panic as he tried to think of things that would keep him from cumming just yet. It was like this blow job should never end. 

“Oh my fucking god…” Samuel gasped while he held onto Charlie’s head, gently tugging on his hair. The kid was driving him wild. No one had ever given him a blow job like this. His arousal usually came from playing with a hot ass, almost never from someone sucking his cock. He moaned and gasped, letting this boy’s tongue and throat absorb his flavors. 

Charlie deep-throated down to the bottom again, and swallowed as if he were trying to consume Samuel’s cock. Instantly, his throat grew twice as wet and tight around Samuel’s head. Most likely when he did porn, he'd learned the skill of not gagging even when he was swallowing around a thick hard cock. 

Samuel was practically in tears. “God, he's fucking good at this…” he muttered to himself. He was wailing, knotting his fingers in Charlie’s hair as he kept his lips pressed to the bottom of his cock. With his member deep inside Charlie’s throat, Samuel’s head flexed and expanded and swelled until finally, in a crescendo of total ecstasy he lost all control. 

"Oh shit!" Samuel gasped. "Oh fucking shit! You're gonna make me blow! Oh fuck, don't let me cum!" Samuel didn’t want this to end.

But Charlie kept swallowing, again and again and again. He caressed Samuel’s balls ever so lightly. With an uncontrollable screech, Samuel blasted a massive cumshot past Charlie’s tongue and down his gaping throat. 

Charlie’s green eyes blinked adoringly as his adorable face and pretty lips milked every last drop of cum from Samuel’s cock. Though he had already cum a few times earlier, at least ten or eleven strong explosions of white salty seed flowed through his cock. Charlie took the huge load straight down his throat without even so much as a cough.

“That was FUCKING INSANE!!!” Samuel shouted. 

Charlie crawled back up to be face to face with Samuel. Then he kissed him, sharing the salt and starch of his own jizz on his hot tongue. Samuel caught his breath and regained his composure, holding Charlie in his arms. 

“Dude. I need to know more about you. You’re fucking magical.”

With a giggle, Charlie responded. “Magical is probably a bit much, but I’m pretty proud of my, um, talents.” He gave Samuel a peck on his cheek. “You seem pretty interesting yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever blown a mob boss. I can’t believe you are single.”

“Don’t be. You’d be amazed how few guys actually want to date me. I’m just a skinny, hairy little Jew. The ones that do are just fucking not my thing or they are after my cash or drugs. I’m getting used to one nighters and being alone. I’m just not hot enough to have a boyfriend, especially not a hot one.”

“Whoa! You are fucking adorable. I have been checking you out all night. I just figured I wasn’t in your league and you just wanted to use me. I’d go out with you!”

“No fucking way? A hottie like you? You want to go on a date with me?”

“Well, not if you’re going to be a sad sack. If that charming, funny little Jew I met earlier wants to join me later, then yes, I want to go on a date with you.”

“I don’t know what to say. You are literally the first person to ask me on a date in more than a year. I would love to do something with you today.”

“I’ve never been to an aquarium, so I was planning to go by myself. It would be more fun if you were there with me. If you’ll let me, I’ll even hold your hand so everyone knows I’m with the cutest guy in the place.”

“Stop it. You’re gonna make me cry, you little shit. Can we sleep first?”

“Of course goofball, the aquarium isn’t open at 4:30 in the morning. Will you be my big spoon?”

“Only if you return the favor next time.”

“Next time? I like the sound of that.”

***

As the sun was coming up, Harrison started coming back to life. His head was pounding. He was clammy and felt gross. He wiped away dried up cum from his chin and could feel the soreness of his abused hole. CJ was lying mostly on top of him, wedged between him and the back of the couch. He was sound asleep and snoring adorably.

He was his usual horny self and needed something to relieve himself. His cock was finally hard, now that the drugs had mostly worn off. Harrison was trying not to wake CJ. His little friend was so cute lying on him and holding onto him. “Awww, such a cute boy. Fuck. I really wish I knew what happened last night.” Harrison was clueless as to how things went down after he’d come out on the balcony with CJ. “I hope I didn’t do anything stupid.”

His one arm was under CJ, so he carefully moved it so it was now exposed. Harrison smiled as he realized his hand was in perfect position to play with CJ’s ass a little. He eased his hand up over CJ’s crack and slid his middle finger inside. CJ’s hole was wet and sticky from Aidan’s load that he took earlier. Harrison wanted to taste it, so he wiped his fingers along CJ’s ass crack and then tried to bring them up to his mouth. Just as he was about to stick them in and suck off the rank jizz on them, CJ woke up.

“Harry! You’re ok!” CJ cheered as he shot up and then collapsed on top of Harrison, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’m so happy you’re ok. You had me worried!”

Harrison pushed back on CJ and before saying anything, sucked the cum off his fingers. “MMMM, that’s so tasty.” He managed to sit himself up, CJ did the same. “Why were you so worried and whose cum am I licking off my fingers?”

“Do you really not remember? Jeez Harry! I knew you did too much of that stuff.”

“What stuff? I guess I know I did something, but I don’t remember what. Coke? Pot? G?”

“Harrison Holden! How could you not remember snorting a pile of crystal and then drinking G in your cocktail? You gave me some too! It didn’t knock me out. You were a mess!”

“Alright, kiddo. Calm the fuck down. I’m obviously fine. I was having fun. From the looks of things, I was having a lot of fucking fun. Was it Aidan who fucked me? Who fucked you?”

“Yeah, it was Aidan. He was a mess too, but from different stuff. Sorry, Harry. I like it better when we fuck without drugs. You and I could have done so much more but you fucking passed out! You loser! Instead of, I don’t know, fisting you or eating your shit or fucking your face, I laid here worried sick about you. You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Ok! I said calm the fuck down. I’m sorry I was a dick. You want shit? I’m sure I can feed you now.”

“Harry. Please don’t do that again. I don’t want to lose you.”

Sensing things were more intense than he thought, he tried to comfort CJ, who was clearly very upset about what happened that night. “Hey, buddy. I’m not going anywhere. Come here.” Harrison pulled CJ in for another hug. He held him tightly as CJ sobbed a little. CJ wasn’t judging him, he was legitimately worried about him. “What happened that made you so upset?”

Wiping away a sniffle, CJ shared the experience of Aidan fucking them and how he was careless about how he treated either of them, and how he stormed off even though CJ thought something was wrong with Harrison. “You were like, unconscious, Harry! I couldn’t get you to say anything. You were just a blob. Your breathing was weird. I thought you were gonna die! Aidan didn’t give a fuck. He just wanted to plow someone else.”

Harrison couldn’t believe how upset CJ was. “Thanks for looking out for me. I just don’t get why you’re so upset? We’ve done wild shit before. We’ve even done meth together! Jesus Christ CJ, you’re a babbling fucking mess.”

“Are you that god damned oblivious to me? You still haven’t figured things out? Fuck, Harrison.”

“CJ! Figured what out? You’re my best friend. What am I missing?”

“I am so stupid to think that maybe you felt the same way about me. Everytime we’re together, it just feels so right. We’ve gotten so much closer. Harry, you are so much more to me than my best friend. Like a whole lot more.”

CJ was on the verge of tears and Harrison knew exactly what he was talking about. He’d been meaning to talk to CJ for a long time. They had been getting more intimate with one another and experimenting with new kinks with each other. His feelings for CJ were definitely more than friendship. It was nothing like how he felt about Jack, or how he thought he felt about Aidan for a while, but it was significant. 

Harrison had been thinking of some way to bring CJ closer to him, and to Jack. He couldn’t do anything while Aidan was around and things weren’t quite settled there. CJ had been having a rough year. His family was already estranged and the living situation he was in, with people that he thought were friends, ended abruptly and badly. He even got attacked one night when he was out and a trick he took back to his apartment robbed him. Harrison was the best part of his life and he’d grown much closer to him. Harrison felt stronger about CJ too. Unfortunately, this awkward moment was the first time this came up.

“I know what you’re talking about, CJ. I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I’m sorry I haven’t.”

“Can’t we talk now? We have a lot to talk about. Drugs. Slutting around. Us. Aidan. A fucking lot.”

“Dude. Easy. I don’t even know half of what you’re saying. I have the worst fucking headache. I’m thirsty. I’m horny. I’m tired. I’m in no condition to have a real conversation with you. I love you, bud. You are so much more than my best friend too. We just can’t do this now. Please?”

“Fine. But we’re talking soon! Like, tomorrow!”

“Deal. We can talk all you want once this fucking hangover goes away and I get some rest. Now, why don’t you suck my dick and make everything all better.”

“Fuck you, Harry. You don’t get to scare the fuck out me and then tell me what to do? Fuck that. You can get down on your fucking knees and suck my cock. I’m gonna fuck your face until you puke. I’m pissed at you.”

Before he said another word, Harrison was down in front of CJ and had his hard cock in his hands. “I don’t know what it is, but you turn me the fuck on when you act like this. It’s so out of char–” He was cut off by CJ smacking him in the face. He giggled as he did it. They both knew neither of them were capable of the kind of aggression Aidan was.

After he stopped giggling, he hollered back at Harrison. “Shut the fuck up and suck.”

Harrison didn’t need to be told twice. He began stroking and kissing the dick in front of him. As he began to work the boy’s cock over, he slid the head into his mouth. CJ had been waiting for this moment since earlier that night. 

He took more and more of CJ’s member into his mouth. Harrison took every inch of CJ’s cock right down to the base. Harrison loved CJ’s cock. It was the perfect size for him to swallow with no effort and it was nice and thick in the middle. It was a fun cock to play with. He continued to bob his head up and down, gobbling up his friend’s tool like a last meal. CJ let him go for about five minutes before he changed course.

CJ chose not to waste the opportunity to do something he loved to do – throat fuck Harrison. In all of their play, fucking Harrison’s face was one of CJ’s favorite things. He loved using Harrison’s throat like that and he knew Harrison loved the abuse. 

“I think I’ve been nice enough.” CJ snapped as he took hold of Harrison’s head and began to slowly thrust his cock into his mouth. He built up a steady rhythm and then started to go even faster. Harrison was taking it well at first, but soon was gagging up fluids. As CJ plunged his cock deeper and deeper, he didn't let Harrison up for air. By now, Harrison’s nose was oozing mucus, dripping down his chin onto the floor. Harrison’s choking did not slow CJ down at all. He thrusted harder and harder, with no mercy, as he pounded his cock into his face causing Harriosn to cry and wheeze and flail his arms as he gasped for air. CJ may not have been much of an aggressor, but this was one thing where he would let himself go. He continued this for at least a full 15 minutes, giving Harrison only a few breaks to catch his breath. He was relentless. Harrison grabbed CJ’s hands to slow him down, but knew it was futile. He was getting exactly what he deserved.

As CJ continued his assault, he eventually eased up a bit and even let Harrison gain a little more control. CJ let Harrison work his cock, but held his head down, preventing him from lifting himself off it. Another ten or fifteen minutes had passed and CJ finally let out a series of high pitched yelps. He grabbed the back of Harrison’s head and held it close to his body as he shot his boy cum down his throat. It was a powerful series of explosions as the boy flooded Harrison’s throat. Cum flowed from CJ in a massive amount. For a final bit of humiliation, he pulled his cock from his friend’s mouth, and kept shooting cum onto his face. Harrison slumped down onto the floor and leaned back, exhausted from the assault on his throat, cum dripping from his lips and face. 

“No way fucker. You’re not done yet.”

“Tell me what you want, CJ. I’ll do anything to make things up to you.”

“Damn right, slut. You said you were thirsty, right? Open your mouth, pig.”

Harrison smiled as he knelt up again and opened his mouth. CJ stood up and slid his cock into it and held it for a moment. He pet Harrison’s hair and laughed a little. He was having fun, and so was Harrison. Their sex was not only kinky and intense, it was playful. They were just like two little boys playing together. CJ let out a loud sigh and began to piss down Harrison’s throat. Excited to serve CJ this way, he closed his lips on CJ’s cock and swallowed diligently. He loved the raw, bitter taste of CJ’s piss. He’d been holding it all night with the hopes of giving it to Harrison. 

When he was done pissing, CJ reached under Harrison’s chin and nudged him to stand up. He looked deeply into Harrison’s eyes and kissed him. They stood there making out for a while. It felt so good to both of them, so right. “Are you done with me now?” Harrison asked.

“Fuck no. Turn around.” CJ sat down on the couch, grabbed the lube Aidan brought out earlier and covered his arm with it. He then wiped a good amount on Harrison’s ass. “Grab your ankles, slut.” Harrison did as he was told and CJ began fingering his hole. 

CJ didn’t waste much time. His slick fingers prodded and probed Harrison’s ass, three bursting in roughly, then four. CJ teased Harrison’s ass for a few more minutes before he opened Harrison’s ass wide and shoved his whole hand in. His hand wasn’t as big as, say Aidan’s, but he quickly made a fist and began pushing in and out.

Squealing as he felt his ass swallow CJ’s hand, Harrison’s ass muscles swelled and convulsed around the fist inside him, feeling every bump and digit as they writhed in such small ways, working their way into his guts. 

"There we go, greedy boy, you took my fist in one shot! That sloppy fucking hole! You love this, don’t you?"

Harrison was quick to respond, “fuck yes! Give it all to me. Give me what I want. I'll give you what you want!!” Harrison’s whole body shuddered as he felt CJ’s fist driving into his innards, "I love being your pig!"

CJ worked his fist back, stretching it against the rim until it was just about to slip out, then he’d ram it back in, pushing deeper with every thrust. Just as he’d hoped, CJ could smell the foul odors of what was inside of his slutty friend. Harrison wasn’t completely dirty, but he did have a few old loads of cum from the day before and a decent amount of shit. CJ felt the warm squishiness of the mess inside of Harrison’s ass. He took a deep breath as he slid his hand out. It was covered in a funky brown slime that was intoxicating to CJ. He licked his hand, tasting the stale cum and soft shit. He paused to savor his treat and then slid his fist back into Harrison’s ass.

The smells of more shit and cum, all slick and juicy, erupted in the air  as CJ pushed in deeper and deeper. He twisted his arm around, then opened his fist and wriggled his fingers inside. Harrison moaned in a deep lustful tone, loving the way his friend was making him feel. CJ was more than halfway up his arm. As he pulled back and slid out, a small amount of shit dropped to the floor while CJ licked and sucked his fingers. This was making CJ crazy, as it usually did. He was enamored with scat and loved to smell, taste and feel shit. 

After he applied more lube to his arm, coating his limb until it was sloppy and dripping, he thrust it in deep. He didn’t hold back and kept pushing deeper and deeper. Harrison was groaning and squirming as his friend’s arms went all the way inside him up to the elbow. Harrsion's ass felt so wet and loose, yet still felt full. CJ dug in and pulled back again causing even more shit to slide from Harrison’s hole. This time he buried his face in Harrison’s filthy ass and sucked out what muck he could get. He then turned to his hand and began licking it, grooming it to clean it of the slime that covered it. CJ was in heaven at that moment. Harrison just stood in place, letting CJ have what he wanted. He sort of felt he owed it to him. 

After he feasted on Harrison’s waste, CJ went back to his fisting. He moved in and out with much more intensity than before. He could feel his motions drawing more shit from Harrison’s gut. He rapidly punched Harrison’s hole without ever pulling completely out. This was now driving Harrison wild. He begged CJ to go harder. CJ complied, punching his fist into Harrison’s ass like it was a piston in an engine running at full throttle. CJ didn’t just go back and forth, he twisted and wriggled his arm as he did. Harrison loved the feeling of CJ’s arm working his hole so aggressively. His arm was like a creature, alive and throbbing, forging a pathway into his guts, searching for its next meal. CJ would eventually hold himself in place as Harrison rode his arm back and forth, easing his fist in deeper with every chance he got.

CJ pulled his arm out like it was on fire. Harrison wailed at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Soft, gloppy shit poured from his gaping hole. CJ just dug his face in and ate as much as he could, getting the mess all over his face. He finally had enough and leaned back, breathing heavily, licking his chops. “Fuck. Now I’m done with you.”

“Holy fuck! You were on it, boy!” Harrison exclaimed as he stepped back and collapsed on the couch next to CJ. Once he landed, he realized how dirty he was. “Oh shit. That's gonna be a mess. Whatever.” He grabbed CJ and pulled him in. He turned his face toward him and kissed him. Harrison was now tasting his own shit from all over CJs face and from his mouth. “I love you, buddy.”

“I love you too, Harry. I really, really do.”

“Now let's see if we can sneak into one of the five fucking showers in this apartment and clean up before these queens berate us for being disgusting pigs.” Harrison hugged CJ and held him for a bit.

***

Finn woke up and was startled to find himself all alone. The sun was out and he was worried everyone had left. As he came out of his morning fog, he realized where he was and went to look around for Chandler. The dining room was a mess. There was cum and lube all over him and the couch he was sleeping on. He almost slipped in a puddle of lube on the floor where Samuel was fisting him. The apartment was so quiet. He again worried that everyone had left.

He saw two of the doors closed and decided not to try them. He looked into the study and saw Aidan and Dillon curled up in a big chair, sound asleep. He found Samuel and Charlie cuddled up in the other bedroom. He finally found Chandler, cuddled up to Jack. He was confused as to why Harrison and CJ were sleeping on the floor. Finn quietly went into the bathroom and washed himself up a bit. Then, he softly climbed into bed with Chandler and Jack. This woke Chandler up.

Finn had a sad look on his face, but he mustered up a smile when Chandler looked back at him. “Hey Redwood, are you ok? What’s wrong?”

“I’m ok now. I was worried when I woke up and no one was around. I was worried you left or something.”

“Come here, silly. Why the fuck would I ever leave you? You were so cute all curled up on the couch and I couldn’t sleep. Jack invited me to hang with him. Oh I have so much to tell you buddy.”

“Can we go soon? I just want to sleep in our bed together. Ok?”

“We will soon. Relax a little. Let me hold you.” Chandler pulled Finn close to him and hugged him tightly. “Finn…I need you to know I love you so fucking much. More than anything or anyone and I’d do anything to make you happy. I fucking love you.”

Finn had no idea where that came from. Chandler wasn’t one to express himself like that. He didn’t bother to ask. He settled into Chandler’s arms with a big smile on his face and a tear in his eye. “I love you too, Boss.” They quickly dozed off again.

Jack snuck out of bed and put some clothes on. When he saw Harrison and CJ, he was a little confused. He had no idea they’d snuck in and made themselves comfortable.  He headed into the kitchen and started pulling out breakfast food. It was close to 10 am. Everyone was asleep, or at least just quietly laying in a bed somewhere. He set some things out, turned on the oven and checked out the rest of the apartment.

While surveying the chaos around him, he mumbled to himself. “What a fucking mess these boys made. God there must cum and lube and spilled drinks everywhere. I don’t even want to know how the dining room became such a disaster. I can only imagine who shit on the outdoor furniture. Jesus.” Jack shook his head and went back to the kitchen to make breakfast. It wasn’t long before the smell of bacon and sausage permeated the air. Jack was whipping up a huge batch of pancakes and eggs. He had coffee made, mimosas and orange juice on the table. He even had a selection of other juices for Garrett, who oddly loved juice of every kind. 

Garrett and Blaze were the first to appear. They were showered and dressed in sweats and t-shirts. They probably got the most rest of anyone and looked it. “Good morning Jack! Nice party last night.” Garrett said as he hugged Jack.

“It was. I’m glad you guys were here. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Fucking starving!” Blaze shouted. “We can have breakfast before we work out, right daddy? Please?”

“Yeah. I’m fucking famished too. This all smells too good to pass up.” Garrett put his arms around Blaze, “maybe we'll skip the workout today.” He then went to get some coffee. “Holy shit! Pomegranate, tomato, is this fucking guava? Damn Jack. Thanks.”

“We all know about your juice obsession, Garrett. Blaze made sure to remind me though.”

“Jesus. Even if I wanted to fucking sleep anymore, how could I with all this racket in here?”

“Oh, good morning Justin.” Jack threw a towel at him. He then noticed the bruises on Justin’s neck. “Hmmm, looks like someone got put in his place last night.”

“You two are the noisiest fucking fuckers ever! It was quieter in prison!”

“Don’t be jealous Garrett. If you want I can beat on you too.” Liam gave Garrett a hug and they pushed at each other playfully.

Harrison didn’t even bother to put clothes on. It was a regular thing now for him to wander around naked. He walked up behind Jack and put his arms around him. He kissed him on the neck and whispered to him. “Jack, I missed you last night. I just want to hold you. I have lots to tell you.”

“I missed you, too sexy boy. I have no plans today so you and I can just lounge around and make up for what we missed last night.” Jack turned around and kissed Harrison, then he whispered in his ear, “and I’ll help you clean your shit off the couch outside.” Harrison’s face turned red and he looked down at the floor. He sheepishly walked away, smiling at Jack mischievously.

It wasn’t long before everyone was up and about and enjoying breakfast. There was lots of laughter and conversation about the night before. The last two to come out of their room was Aidan, naked as always, and Dillon. It was almost too obvious that there was something going on between them.

“Before you all start flapping your fucking gums about this,” he pointed between him and Dillon, “yes, something happened and no it’s none of your fucking business.”

“Isn’t he the sweetest thing?” Dillon said sarcastically. “Now, everyone back to your breakfast.”

Jack stood back and looked over the room. It was a room full of people he loved, whether he’d known them for years, like Dillon, or they were new in his life, like Liam, he loved all of them and they all made him happy. He missed Calista, and Wagner. He wished Brayden and Jarrin were there too with Donovan, but this little scene was just perfect for him.

It was obvious to Jack that something special happened last night. It seemed to be the beginning of lots of new things.

***

Samuel and Charlie had an amazing day together. Their date at the aquarium was pretty special. They would end up at Samuel’s for the first of many nights together.

Chandler and Finn headed home and took Chandler's dad and his girlfriend to dinner. Chandler let his dad know that he and Finn were together and that he had to deal. He even suggested they might move in together. This made Finn happy beyond belief. This seemed to be a new chapter in their interesting relationship. 

Garrett and Blaze went back to their hotel and slept. Rather than stick around, they decided to catch an early flight back to DC. They knew Charlie would be fine on his own. They went home to just be alone with each other. 

Justin and Liam ended up having a long conversation about their future - after they ripped each other apart again. They discussed new living arrangements. Justin was starting to warm up to the idea of marrying Liam. They were really in love and realized just how much they belonged together.

Aidan and Dillon left together and went on a hike. They went to a secluded place that Aidan always went to gather his thoughts. This time, he had more amazing sex with Dillon and then went back to Dillon’s in Milwaukee together. Aidan committed to Dillon that he’d look for a therapist. 

Finally, it was just Jack and Harrison. And CJ.

“Well, I guess I should leave you guys alone.” CJ stood up to leave, he grabbed his duffel bag and went to the door. He stopped and looked down, then around the room and started to cry. “Do I have to leave? I don’t want to be alone. I don’t have anyone to go home to. Everybody left with someone.” He opened the door. “I’m sorry. You deserve to be alone. I’ll just go.”

Jack jumped up and ran to him, pushing the door closed. “Wait, CJ! We never said you had to leave. It seemed like you wanted to go. You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay here with us. I know I don’t mind.” Jack said as he put his arm around CJ and tried to comfort him.

“Really? Are you sure? Don’t you want to be alone with Harry?”

Harrison went over to the two of them at the door. “Um, yes, silly, I want to be alone with Jack. But, not today. Jack and I will find time to be alone another day. I want you to stay with us. It will be fun.”

CJ grabbed Harrison and Jack and pulled them together for a big hug. “I love you guys. Thanks for being so nice to me.”

“It’s cool buddy. I mean if you’re going to be a part of the family someday, of course we’re going to be nice to you.” Harrison said, surprising both Jack and CJ.

“Part of the family, huh? I’m going to need to know more about that. While we’re cleaning up, maybe you two can tell me more about what is going on.”

“I love you, Jack.” Harrison chirped as he smiled and winked at him.