I’ve never trusted Hayden.
My girlfriend is adamant that there’s nothing going on between the two of them, that he’s just her gay best friend, but the dude seems sketchy to me.
Don’t get me wrong–I don’t have anything against the gays. I know girls like to hang out with fruity guys, and the whole thing’s usually completely innocent. Especially with Camila, who’s always gravitated toward the gays ever since her little brother came out.
But there’s something about this guy that I just don’t like.
It’s not coming from a place of insecurity, either. I’m a big guy, both in height and in muscle mass. My parents are Turkish, although I was raised in Houston, so pretty much all I get from that is a bunch of thick, black body hair and people constantly asking me if I’m from fucking Iraq.
For the last few years, I’ve been a personal trainer at one of those high-end gyms where you pay $300 a month. I’ve had my fair share of clients try to come onto me, from horny MILFs to bored housewives. A few dudes have even made moves on me, although that’s not my thing. Before I started dating Camila, I wasn’t the smartest, and too often I let my dick do the thinking for me. I fucked a few of my clients, which was hot as shit, but didn’t always end well. There’s nothing like the rush of letting some chick bounce on your dick, hearing her call you daddy while you’re creaming inside her.
But that changed when I met Camila.
She was absolutely my type: short, slim with small tits but a thick ass. She was fresh out of college and teaching yoga part-time at my gym while she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. She wasn’t a fan of workplace romances, so it took a few months of me flirting and flexing to get her to agree on one date. I pulled out all the stops–fancy restaurant, boat ride, nightcap at my place–and the second I had my fingers inside her, I knew she would be my girl.
We’ve been together two years now, and like I said, I’ve never had reason to be jealous until she met Hayden. If there’s one thing Camila’s good at, it’s turning down guys who hit on her. Partly because she’s not that kind of girl, but also partly because she knows I’d beat the fuck out of any guy who tried to touch her. But for whatever reason, when it comes to Hayden, she’s got a massive blind spot.
They met in one of her yoga classes a few months ago. “He’s totally gay, babe,” Camila promised me. “We hit it off so well, we were gabbing for like an hour after class. Get this–he’s a photographer and he told me he can really help me revamp my socials, bring in some more clients!”
That was the first thing that raised alarm bells. Some dude wanting to take pictures of my girlfriend for free? Sketchy as fuck. Camila was way too trusting for someone as hot as her. But she was adamant that there was nothing romantic about it, and she was rubbing my dick and telling me no one fucked her pussy as good as I did, so I bent her over, railed her till she came three times on my dick, and forgot all about it.
Then I saw the photographs.
“What the fuck!” I yelled, angrily swiping through the photos on her phone. There were a couple of dozen normal photos of her in her yoga outfit doing various poses, but in the last few, she’d stripped down to next to nothing.
She grabbed the phone out of my hands and rolled her eyes. “Relax, Omer,” she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. “You always jump to conclusions.”
I ground my teeth. “What the fuck else am I supposed to think when I find out some dude is taking naked photos of my girlfriend?”
“You know, baby,” she said, sliding onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck, “those photos were supposed to be a surprise.”
I raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
“For your birthday!” She kissed me, then slapped me playfully on the chest. “But you had to be a snoop and ruin it.”
“I wasn’t being a snoop,” I said, still feeling slightly annoyed. “But what the fuck is he taking those pictures of you for anyway?”
“He thought you would like it. Take a few sexy photos, give you something to look at so you miss me whenever I’m gone,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
I let out a growl. “Sure. Like he didn’t just want to see my hot girlfriend next to naked.”
Camila laughed. “Oh, babe. Come on! You know he’s totally gay. We were giggling like crazy the whole time. He’s never seen a pair of tits before mine. The whole thing was hilarious.”
I felt the heat rising under my skin, but I just brushed it off. “Whatever. I don’t want you doing any more naked photoshoots with him again, you got it?”
She sighed. “You don’t have to be jealous, Omer. You know you’re the only man I want.”
She got down on her knees and began undoing the drawstring of my shorts.
“Don’t think you can just change the subject like that,” I said, but my hard dick betrayed me.
She gave my shaft a few strokes and smiled up at me. “What do I need to do to convince you that you have nothing to worry about?”
The feeling of her mouth on my dick made me rock hard. “I wanna meet him,” I said, grabbing the back of her head and pushing myself just a little deeper inside her throat. I was pretty thick, so she could never really take me all the way down, but this time she managed a little more than half my cock and throated me till I came.
The next week, Camila came home practically buzzing with excitement. “It’s official,” she said with a squeal. “We have a double date this Saturday with Hayden and his boyfriend!”
I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t say he had a boyfriend.”
She shrugged. “I guess he does. He said his bf is dying to meet us. They want to take us to some club called Gush. I think it’s a gay club.”
I groaned. “Great. Just how I wanted to spend my Saturday night.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re looking for some girl to bring home. Not when you’ve got all this waiting for you.” She shook her ass for me, then kissed me on the cheek.
We met Hayden and his boyfriend at the club at a quarter to ten. When Camila and Hayden saw each other, they squealed in delight.
“OMG, hi bestie!” Hayden shouted, wrapping his arms around Camila. My eyes narrowed as I saw his hand slide a little too far down. Was he reaching for her ass?
“Hey there,” a flirty voice said to me. I looked up to see an Asian man even taller than me smiling at me. He was in incredible shape, wearing glittery eyeshadow and a mesh crop top that showed off his abs. “I’m Shin. Nice to meet you.”
I shook his hand. “Omer.”
Shin was smiling at me in a way that made me feel a little weird. Then Hayden turned to me and wrapped his arms around me. “You must be Omer! So nice to finally meet you.”
The first thing I noticed was that he was shorter than me, which wasn’t saying much, since I’m well over six feet. He was in pretty decent shape, although short guys have to work half as hard for twice the results, so that wasn’t saying much either. He and Shin made a decent couple, I guess, but unlike Shin, he didn’t look gay at all. Well, except for his mustache, which was the same dirty blond color as the hair on his head. But aside from that, I wouldn’t have thought he was gay.
“Camila, you look gorgeous in this outfit,” he said, grabbing her hand and giving her a twirl. I didn’t like the way he looked her up and down as she spun around, and I especially didn’t like it when he turned to me and said, “Doesn’t she look hot as fuck, Omer?”
I shot him a glare. What the hell was this guy up to?
Before I could respond, Camila grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go inside, I’m dying to see this place!”
The club was packed, with a bunch of shirtless dudes and only a handful of girls dancing under flashing disco lights. Shin and I went to the bar to get us some drinks while Camila and Hayden found a table.
“How long have you and Hayden been together?” I asked, practically shouting to get over the music.
“Uh, it’s pretty new,” he said, scanning the crowd.
“Camila sure seems to like him,” I said.
Shin laughed. “So I’ve heard. How about you? How long have you two lovebirds been a thing?”
“Two years next month.”
Some old guy with a greying goatee and a leather vest bumped into Shin. “Excuse me,” he said, placing a hand on Shin’s arm.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Shin, and something in his tone sounded like he was ready to fuck this guy.
They stared at each other for a second before the guy turned to look at me.
I gave him a casual nod. “Sup.”
He laughed. “Sup indeed.” He walked away, shooting another look at Shin before leaving.
“The fuck was that about?” I asked.
Shin laughed. “I think he wanted a threesome.”
I tried to hide my disdain. “Is that the kind of thing you and Hayden do often?”
“Why don’t we quit talking about Hayden and go dance?” Shin grabbed my hand and, before I could protest, dragged me out to the dance floor.
The floor was packed with sweaty, shirtless bodies, and there was so little room to maneuver that I felt like I almost couldn’t breathe. Shin stripped off his mesh tank top and shoved it in his back pocket, exposing his gleaming, rippled torso to the crowd. If you got it, flaunt it, I guess.
I bobbed my head awkwardly, trying to see if I could spot Camila and Hayden anywhere. All I could see were dudes grinding on each other, and more than a few of them making out.
Suddenly, I felt Shin’s arms around my neck as he ground his crotch into mine.
I raised my hands. “Whoa, what the hell, man?”
“You’re so fucking hot,” he shouted in my ear.
“I have a girlfriend,” I said, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick on my thigh.
“So what?” he said. “You don’t ever think about fucking a guy? It’s not that different.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Really! I’ve been with a girl before. When your eyes are closed and their mouth is on your dick, it all feels the same.” He stared at me, his tongue flicking against his lower lip.
I took his hand and gently disentangled myself. “I’m gonna go find my girlfriend.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
As he kept dancing, I made my way through the crowd to find Camila and Hayden. I couldn’t find them at any of the tables near the dance floor, and after a few minutes, I started to get nervous. What if he’d drugged her or something and was taking advantage of her? This whole thing with Shin was starting to feel like a ploy to distract me so he could move in and fuck her behind my back.
“Omer! Omer, over here!”
I turned to see Camila waving at me from a booth toward the back of the club. She had a drink in her hand and was curled up next to Hayden. He had his hand around her shoulder and was whispering something in her ear.
“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep the rising anger out of my voice.
“I was just trying to talk her into a foursome with you and Shin,” he said, winking. “She said you’d never go for it.”
I was about to grab her arm and pull her out of there when she gave him a playful punch on the chest. “Oh, stop it. We were just gossiping. What took you so long? I had to go to the bar and get us drinks myself!”
“Long story.”
I shot a look at Hayden, who smiled at me. “Isn’t this place the best?” he asked, grinning.
I tilted my head toward the back of the club, beckoning Camila to follow. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
I pulled her into the back hallway to the bathroom, which was still pretty loud but at least out of earshot of Hayden.
“I don’t trust this guy,” I said loudly over the music.
“What are you talking about? We’re having a blast!”
“His boyfriend just tried to fuck me.”
“Can you blame him? You’re fucking hot!”
I shook my head. “I think they’re lying. I got a feeling.”
She sighed. “Babe, this is how it is in the gay community. They’re probably just open, or he was just being friendly. I’m telling you, Hayden is a good guy. You have nothing to worry about!”
Despite her assurances, I spent the rest of the night on the edge of an outburst every time Hayden so much as laid a hand on her. The three of us danced together, me holding Camila tightly by the waist to show Hayden who was really in control. Shin was nowhere to be seen, which just made me more suspicious.
I finally saw him when I went to take a piss an hour later. He was in one of the bathroom stalls, down on his knees, gagging on that older guy’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” moaned the old guy as he cupped the back of Shin’s head. He locked eyes with me and smirked, then thrust his hips forward a couple of times to shove his cock deeper into Shin’s throat. “That’s a good little cocksucker.”
I watched them for a minute, temporarily frozen. It’s not like I was interested or anything. I had just never seen a dude sucking another dude off before. Shin swallowed it hungrily, deep-throating it again and again without gagging. The old guy began to twitch a little bit as Shin took it down to the base and squeezed his balls.
“That’s it… fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Hearing him say that broke whatever haze I was in. I suddenly realized how weird it was that I was watching this, so I finished washing my hands as quickly as possible and bolted out of there, heading straight for Camila and Hayden. She was tipsy now, swaying a little on the dance floor as Hayden held her arm to keep her steady.
“I’m calling it,” I said, grabbing her other arm and pulling her away from him.
“Oh, boo,” she said, slurring. “I’m having… sho fuch mun.”
“Right, well, I think I’d better get you home. Hayden, it was nice meeting–”
“I can take her!” he chimed in cheerily. “I’ve barely had anything to drink and my car’s right outside.”
I narrowed my eyes. Did this dude really think I would send my drunk girlfriend off with him to do who knows what with? What kind of a cuck did he think I was?
“I’ve got it,” I said, barely able to keep the contempt out of my voice.
He just shrugged and gave me that shit-eating grin. “Suit yourself. I’ll see you at class on Monday, Camiles?”
“Hells yeahhh!” she said as I dragged her away.
As I put her to bed that night, I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that I was being played. I still trusted Camila not to do anything, but this guy definitely had ulterior motives. What was I supposed to do, though? It’s not like I could force her not to see him. I had no right, and Camila wasn’t the kind of girl to go along with that anyway. The only thing I could do was find a way to expose him.
By the time I woke up the next morning, I had the beginnings of a plan forming in my mind. Camila was hungover, which was to be expected. I made her pancakes and coffee while she sat down at the table, rubbing her eyes.
“God, never let me drink that much again,” she said with a groan.
“Didn’t work so well the last time I tried telling you what to do,” I said, kissing her on the head. I sat down at the table and sipped my coffee, drumming my fingers against the table. “So I was thinking. You know that gift card to the Houstonian my client gave me?”
She took a sip of coffee and nodded. “Sure.”
“Why don’t you check in today? You can relax at the spa, take the day to yourself. Spend all night ordering room service and binge watching Real Housewives.”
Her eyes lit up. “Aw, babe, are you serious? That sounds amazing! But don’t you wanna come?”
I shook my head. “I can’t, I’ve got clients this afternoon and early tomorrow morning. But you should go, have fun.”
She took a bite of the pancakes and chewed, her lips curling into a smile. “That does sound nice. You sure you’ll be fine here by yourself?”
“Trust me,” I said. “I’ll be just fine.”
She took an hour to pack a bag and get ready while I rifled through my stuff to find the gift card. Once she was out the door, I grabbed her laptop and opened up Instagram. I found Hayden’s profile and sent him a message.
“OMG, fashion emergency ASAP. I think I’ve been wearing the wrong bra size this whole time and need an objective audience to tell me what works and what doesn’t. Omer’s gone for the afternoon, so I thought maybe my GBF could come to my rescue?”
I didn’t have to wait too long. In less than a minute, Hayden replied, “Absolutely, girl! Send me the addy and I’ll be there in 30.”
I sent him the address, then quickly deleted the messages before Camila would see them and waited on the couch. I was already pissed off at how quickly he took the bait. I couldn’t catch him in a lie if I jumped straight to anger, however, so I took a few deep breaths and did some meditation.
Soon, there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it, Hayden’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Hi Omer.” His voice was lower than his usual lilt, but he quickly cleared his throat and said in his usual fruity voice, “Uh… where’s Camila?”
“She had to step out for a minute,” I said. “Come on in.”
He walked past me into the living room, clapping his hands together awkwardly. “Nice place. I’ve never been here, but I can totally see Camila in all this.”
“Uh-huh.” I gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.”
He sat across from me, awkwardly tugging at his jeans. “So, uh… do you know when she’ll be back?”
I stared at him, unblinking. “Soon.”
He laughed awkwardly.
“I figured we could hang out for a bit while she’s gone. I mean, I don’t get to see you much without her around.”
Hayden raised an eyebrow. “You and me, huh? I feel special.”
I gestured toward the kitchen. “Drink?”
“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”
I grabbed two beers out of the kitchen and handed him one of them. “So, how long have you and Shin been dating?”
He grabbed the bottle and took a swig. “Oh, feels like forever.”
“Really?” I said curiously. I set the beer down on the coffee table without drinking it. “Because he said you two only just got together.”
He swallowed, then smiled awkwardly and took a sip of his beer. “Yeah, I mean, we’ve been friends for a while, but we only just made it official.”
“Huh,” I said. “I was just curious because I’d never heard Camila mention him before.”
Hayden laughed. “What’s there to say? He’s cute. Kind of messy, but I like him.”
“Messy, huh?” I nodded. “It seemed that way when he was flirting with me last night. You didn’t seem to care, though.”
He smirked. “Shin flirts with everyone. It’s harmless. Trust me, if he weren’t into me, he wouldn’t stick around.”
I leaned forward, tilting my head slightly. “But you weren’t jealous at all? Not even when he was sucking that old guy’s cock in the bathroom?”
His smile grew wider. “I’m not most people. Besides, I know where we stand. I don’t get jealous over every little thing.”
I nodded, feeling my anger rising. “Not like me and Camila, you mean.”
He raised his hands innocently.
“You think I’m jealous of you?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
“I didn’t say that.”
“I trust her completely,” I said. “You, on the other hand…”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. We’re just girlfriends, it’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” I said, my voice low and threatening. “The way you’re always around her, touching her, telling her how good she looks. Doesn’t really seem like something a gay guy would do.”
He let out a condescending laugh. “Have you met a gay guy? Do you actually think I’m pretending to be gay to get with Camila?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “You seemed to jump on the whole ‘trying on bras’ thing pretty quickly for a gay guy. Didn’t have anything better to do on a Sunday morning?”
Hayden shook his head, still chuckling. “Wow. Okay, first of all, I don’t need to fake being gay to have friends.”
“I would beat the shit out of any other guy who acted the way you do around my girl,” I said, my hand curling into a fist.
He raised his hands, his eyes growing wide. “Whoa whoa whoa, calm down. I’m not trying to fuck your girlfriend, all right?” He laughed dismissively. “Besides, if I wanted to fuck anybody, it would be you, not her.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
He tilted his head defiantly. “I told you. I’m not into Camila.”
“No. You said you wanted to fuck me.”
He blinked. “I mean… well, yeah. I guess. Theoretically.”
I smiled. “Okay, then. Prove it.”
His face went pale. He stared at me for a moment, then said, “You’re not serious.”
“Why not?” I stood, my tall, bulky frame towering over him on the couch. “If you’re really gay, this should be a dream come true, right?”
He swallowed, staring nervously at my crotch as I took a step toward him. “I… I can’t.”
I smirked. “Oh? Thought you were a real gay?”
He shook his head. “I am, I just mean… I couldn’t do that to Camila.”
I folded my arms, tilting my hips so my junk was inches from his face. “Don’t worry about her. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
I watched him squirm with sick satisfaction, certain I had called his bluff. He would chicken out any second, and then I’d have all the proof I needed to get him out of our lives forever. I stood there triumphantly, staring down at him with my own shit-eating grin on my face.
Then he reached for the drawstring on my shorts.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice low.
“S-sucking your cock,” said Hayden. His hands trembled as he pulled the string to untie my shorts. They sagged down on my hips, exposing the waistband of my boxer briefs. His eyes were cast downward as he grabbed the sides of my shorts and started tugging them down.
I stood there frozen, not sure of what to do. I thought for sure that he was bluffing, that once I called him on it, he would fold in a second. Maybe he was still bluffing, each of us waiting for the other to call chicken. Maybe I should call it myself. But as I stood over him, watching this pathetic guy strip off my shorts with shaking hands, I couldn’t help but see a flash of Shin on his knees sucking that older guy’s cock. The way he swallowed it so hungrily, slurping it down and really looking like he was loving it. And the smirk on the older guy’s face, the supreme confidence he showed as he fucked some guy’s face in the club bathroom.
Before I knew it, I felt my cock growing hard. Hayden noticed instantly, his eyes growing wide as he saw my cock lengthening in my boxer briefs. It nearly sprang out when he pulled my shorts down over it, barely constrained by my underwear. Hayden looked like he was ready to run, staring at it as it grew to my full length.
Now, I don’t mean to sound conceited, but I know I have a big cock. Camila’s always had trouble taking me fully, and I’ve grown used to only giving her about half my full length whenever we fuck. As Hayden stared at my cock, I wasn’t sure if he was afraid because he wasn’t really gay or because he had never taken such a big dick before.
I was tempted to call the whole thing off. Tell him I believed him, tell him to cool it with the handsy stuff with Camila, and we’d be alright.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I grabbed my shaft and gave it a slow tug, scrunching up the foreskin and then peeling it back until the head was fully exposed, pink and shiny. Hayden’s eyes lasered in on my dickhead, and when a little bead of precum appeared at the tip, his jaw dropped open a little in surprise.
“Lick it,” I said quietly, my voice low and commanding.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide and fearful. “I… please,” he said weakly.
Yet even as his voice cracked and his lip trembled, his mouth was opening and wrapping around my dick.
I felt a jolt go through me at the feeling of his tongue on my cockhead. It was shy and curious, not sloppy or rushed like Camila could be. He nursed delicately on my cock, his hand grasping my shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze. I closed my eyes, enjoying his soft mouth as visions of Shin sucking that old man filled my head. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought this was Hayden’s first time sucking a dick. He was slow and nervous, timidly working his way down my cock until the entire head was enveloped in his soft, wet little mouth.
I looked down to see him staring wide-eyed at me, his messy, dirty-blonde hair leaving droplets of sweat on his forehead. For a moment, it looked like he was about to come to his senses and back out. He put his hands on my thighs and started to push me away, but to my surprise, I found myself grabbing the back of his head and sinking another inch into his mouth.
“Oh, FUCK,” I groaned. I could feel him huffing and puffing on my cock, his weak little hands scrabbling for purchase on my meaty thighs. I held his head against my dick, slowly thrusting in and out the couple of inches I’d managed to get inside him. After a moment of struggle, he stopped resisting, looking up at me with those doe eyes as I used him.
I continued thrusting in his little mouth, carving my way deeper and deeper into his throat. His mouth felt magical, like warm honey wrapped around my thick, dripping cock. I got another two inches inside of him before I hit a wall. My dickhead slammed up against the back of his throat, making him gag and his eyes start to tear up.
“Open up for me,” I said gruffly, desperate to bury more of my cock into this little fuckboy. “Open your throat. Do it.”
He shook his head, then grabbed my thighs and pushed me off. He coughed for a few seconds, sputtering. “I… I can’t,” he said after a minute. “You’re too big.” He was staring at my dick, now wet and throbbing from all the excitement. In a move that I don’t think even he was aware of, he licked my precum off his lips.
“Then lie down on the couch,” I said.
His eyes went wide. “W-what? No, I-”
“You said you’d suck my dick. This doesn’t end until my balls are empty. On your back, now.”
He lay back on the couch, his head leaning against the armrest. As I approached, he turned and looked at me. He was shaking.
“Please… don’t fuck me,” he said timidly.
I grabbed his shoulders and moved him so his head was nearly hanging off the side of the couch. “I’m just getting a little deeper,” I said, prying open his jaw with my thumb and slipping my cock back inside.
His head was upside down now, his sight filled with my big, hairy balls. My cock slid past his tongue into the back of his mouth until I hit the same wall at the back of his throat. “Relax,” I said, giving his cheek a gentle stroke. “Let me in.”
He swallowed, opening the back of his throat for just a second. That was all I needed. In one motion, I plunged into his esophagus, burying my girth deep in his throat. His eyes began to bulge, and he grabbed the sides of my thighs again to try to push me away. But I was on a mission now, and nothing would stop me from shooting my nut deep inside this guy’s belly. I thrust slowly back and forth, inching my way deeper into his throat as he sputtered on my cock.
“Breathe through your nose… that’s it,” I said, my only thought being to bury my cock balls-deep.
Inch by inch, I worked my way into his throat, until with a sweet relief, I felt his chin bump up against my pubes. Looking down, I had to laugh because my bush made it look like he had a big, hairy beard on his chin. But then I felt an earth-shattering wave of pleasure as something tickled my balls–what the hell? It took me a moment to remember that he had a mustache. Well, that was a new feeling. I pulled out a little bit, then slammed back in to the root, enjoying the tickling feeling of Hayden’s mustache on my balls. My face stretched in a dopey grin, I thrust into him again and again, my balls swinging back and forth as they collided with his nose and mustache.
“Oh, FUCK yeah,” I moaned as I skullfucked him. It had been so long since someone had been able to take my whole cock, I was reveling in it. Even Camila had only been able to take it about three-quarters of the way in this position, and that was after lots of practice. They were onto something when they said gay guys knew how to give good head.
After a few minutes of thrusting, I felt a familiar tingling sensation in my balls. I knew this load would be a big one, and I didn’t want Hayden to choke, so I pulled out of him and started stroking myself.
He coughed violently, drooling on himself as he sat up on the couch. When he looked at me, his eyes were dull. He wiped his lips off with the back of his hand and said weakly, “Did… did you cum?”
I tugged on my foreskin, twisting it in my fingertips. “Not yet. Come here.”
His face went white. “Oh God… I don’t think I can take it all the way again.”
“Just open your mouth.”
My tone must have shown him it was pointless to argue, so he got down on his knees. He stared up at me and, as nervously as he did the first time, slowly opened his mouth until I could see the tip of his wet, pink tongue.
I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, stroking myself with the other as I worked myself toward completion. “Fuck,” I groaned, my hand flying rapidly as I worked out my load. “Fucking take it!”
I grabbed his head with both hands and buried my cock in his mouth, not a second too late. My body shook as ropes of cum shot out of me and filled Hayden’s mouth. He coughed, but I kept a firm grip on him as I fired jet after jet into his little mouth. “Ugh, fucking swallow it,” I commanded. “Take my load.”
Even with my penchant for big loads, this one seemed to take forever. I could feel Hayden’s hot, sweaty hair underneath my fingertips as my orgasm started to subside, my big spurts turning to smaller bursts until it fell to just a few dribbles. Once I felt my cock starting to grow limp, I let go of Hayden’s head. My dick spilled from his lips along with a little bit of cum.
He wiped his wet, cummy lips with the back of his hand, then sat back on the couch in a state of shock. His pants were tented with what was clearly a boner, and I could see a little wet patch from what must be precum.
I collapsed next to him, my body exhausted from a body-shaking orgasm. We sat there for a few moments in silence, me enjoying the post-orgasmic haze, him thinking God-knows-what.
“Well, I’m gonna go…” he said after a minute.
I watched him get to his feet, his legs wobbling unsteadily.
I grabbed his hand. “Hey.”
He looked back at me, trembling.
I smiled in what I hoped was an apologetic way. “Just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
He blinked. “Sorry?”
“For doubting you. You’re obviously gay.”
He nodded slowly. “Right. Of course.”
“And we don’t need to tell Camila about this,” I said.
“Sure,” he said, nodding. “Like it never happened.”
As he turned to leave, I stood and grabbed his shoulder. “Wait.”
He was shaking underneath my touch. “What?” he said weakly.
“Stay for a bit,” I said. “Have another beer. Let’s just hang. Get to know each other. You’re Camila’s best friend, we should be chill.”
He glanced down at the bulge in my pants, which was still quite prominent. “I don’t know…”
“Consider it a peace offering.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
I grabbed us a couple more beers, and we chilled on the couch for a bit. We shot the shit for a while about sports and fitness, which I was surprised to learn he knew a lot about. The more we talked, the more I felt like an asshole for doubting this guy’s intentions. He was actually pretty cool! And funny as hell, too. I could see why Camila liked him so much. When it got dark, we ended up ordering pizza and having a few more beers to watch the game together.
Hayden seemed a lot more relaxed after a couple of beers. He was a surprisingly chill guy, and we got along really well. If he hadn't sucked my cock a few hours ago, I swear I would never have known he was gay.
By the time the game was over, I was starting to feel a little buzzed. Hayden was lying down on the couch, nursing beer number five or six.
“This has been awesome, man,” I said.
He grinned. “Yeah, it’s… it’s been pretty cool.”
I got to my feet, surprised by how unsteady I felt. I scratched my stomach, feeling a bit of crusty dried cum from earlier. I looked at my hand and laughed.
“Oh, shit. I didn’t even see that there.”
Hayden was staring at my cock again, his lips stretched around the neck of the beer bottle. Seeing him watch me made me start to feel hard. Without meaning to, I reached down and gave it a tug.
I really wanted to cum again, but I felt awkward doing it with Hayden here, especially after what happened earlier. He was still staring at my dick, though, and soon I couldn’t resist.
“You can suck it again if you want,” I said casually.
He snapped his eyes away from my cock and looked at me, his face turning pale.
“Oh, no, I–”
“I mean, we already did it once. And I won’t tell Camila, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that, I…”
I clasped my hand to my forehead as I suddenly realized why he was being so cagey. “I’m such a jerk,” I said. “I completely forgot about you.”
“Me?”
“Of course! You didn’t get to cum.”
His face drained of color. “Oh… no, I’m alright–”
“Don’t worry,” I said, taking a few wobbly steps toward him. “I don’t mind. I always make sure my chick cums, it’s like a pride thing.”
He began to stand. “I really don’t–”
“Dude, I insist.” I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down onto the couch. “So, how do you like it?”
He blinked. “I… I don’t–”
“I’m not a cocksucker, but I fucking love eating pussy.”
His jaw dropped. “W-what?”
“Don’t be shy. You’ll love it, I promise. Here, bend over the couch.”
I picked him up and turned him so he was leaning over the back of the couch. His ass looked thick and juicy in his grey cotton shorts. Weirdly, even though I was only doing this to be a decent guy, I found my dick leaking.
“You really don’t have to do this,” he said, but I pushed him back over the couch and grabbed his waistband.
“Of course I do.” I pulled his shorts down to reveal maybe the most delicious-looking ass I’d ever seen. I was used to pretty smooth asses from the ladies I’d fucked, but even the small down of brown hairs on his cheeks didn’t dissuade me from how absolutely thick and fuckable his ass looked. I grabbed it and squeezed, causing him to let out a little squeak as I kneaded his ass cheeks.
“Jesus…” I said, marveling at the hypnotic sight of this dude’s ass. I spread his cheeks with my thumbs, and nearly came again once I saw the pink, puckered little hole in between them. It looked so goddamn tight and inviting that, before I could stop myself, I dove in face-first.
“Oh… oh!” Hayden moaned kinda faggily, but it just turned me on even more.
I licked his pussy slowly at first, swirling my tongue around the outside and teasing him a bit with little flicks and licks. But the taste was intoxicating, way different than Camila’s. Whereas she tasted sweet and a little tangy, he was musky and a little savory. It reminded me a bit of when you smell your balls after a hard workout, that sort of hot, horny smell that just makes you want to nut.
“Mm… oh, God… Omer, you shouldn’t… oh…”
Hayden was barely intelligible at this point, his face pressed into the side of the couch. But even with his protestations, he was shoving his pussy into my face, his back arched like a slut. God, gays and girls were so similar. I grabbed his ass cheeks as tightly as I could and worked my way into him deeper, my tongue opening his hole and burrowing in as far as it could go.
He was whining now, thrusting his ass back against my face as he surrendered to my pussy-eating skills. I wasn’t surprised–every girl I’ve ever been with has told me I’m the best pussy-eater they know. I’d never tried it with a guy before, but it was good to know the skill transferred so easily.
Hayden’s moans and little bitch whimpers were really getting me hard again. Between that and the taste of his fucking cunt, I was ready to stick my dick in something hard and wet NOW. I rubbed my thumb against his hole, slipping inside as I nipped at one of his ass cheeks.
“OH… fuck, ugh…”
I got to my feet and pulled my shorts down, releasing my throbbing cock. I smacked it against his little wet hole, making him yelp in surprise.
“What… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice high and whiny.
I smacked his hole again, then rubbed my cock around the outside of it. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
He shook his head, his eyes wide with fright. “No, I… you can’t!”
I laughed. “Don’t worry, bro. I won’t tell Camila. But I gotta fuck this pussy, I’m sorry.”
“But I…” He was staring at my cock, his face twisted in fear and excitement.
“Come on, don’t act like you’ve never taken a dick in your ass before.”
He swallowed. “I… I… fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” He put his head in his hands. “You’re right, I’m not gay. I was just trying to fuck Camila.”
I froze. My blood began to boil as I felt my anger rise. “What the fuck?”
I was halfway ready to throw him out of my apartment naked from the waist down when I looked down and laughed. “Okay, good joke, bro. You really had me going there.”
“No, I’m telling you the truth,” he said frantically. “I’m not gay.”
“Sure,” I said. “Tell that to your cock, then.”
He looked down and seemed startled to realize his cock was as hard as a nail. He covered it up with his hands. “I… I don’t–”
“Look,” I said, leaning over him and kissing his neck. “I’m fucking bricked up, and that ass is just begging to get filled. I promise, I’ll be gentle.”
I reached around and grabbed his little dick, giving it a few tugs. He whimpered, then bit his hand to stifle it.
“You want me to rub it, give you a little tug while I fuck you?” I pressed my cock against his hole again and started to push it inside. “I don’t mind, really. I love making girls squirt when I fuck them.”
“UGH! Oh… fuck, I…”
I felt Hayden’s cock jump in my hand as I pushed the head of my dick inside his sweet, tight hole. It was like no pussy I ever felt–tight as an iron fist, velvety smooth, and warm, so fucking warm. I was starting to lose myself to my animal instincts now, but I forced myself to stop with just the head inside to let him adjust. I kissed the back of his neck and wrapped my arms around him, still stroking his little dick with one hand.
“How does it feel, baby?” I whispered, enjoying the feeling of his hole throbbing around my cock.
“Ungh… it’s too big,” he whimpered.
I nibbled on his earlobe and pushed a little deeper inside, making him cry out.
“Shhh… it’s okay. Just relax for me. Good girl, that’s it.”
I felt his hole open up as my cock slid in another inch or two. He was trembling underneath me, struggling to keep his little frame up with my weight on top of him. I kissed him on the neck, then grabbed his waist as I slid him down another couple of inches onto my cock.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, turning back and looking at me with desperate, fearful eyes. “I can’t take any more, Omer, I can’t.”
“You’re doing so good, babygirl,” I said, closing my eyes and savoring the ironclad grip of his pussy. “Just a little bit more.”
I was more than halfway inside him now, so I slowly rocked my hips back and forth to help open him up the rest of the way. He moaned quietly, surrendering himself to my dick as it retreated a few inches and then pushed forward even more. The impulse to just shove myself all the way inside and start longdicking him was stronger than ever, but I resisted it just barely. I fucked him with slow, shallow thrusts, steadily working my way inside until I was almost at the root. His head lolled about with every thrust, his eyes glazed over as he succumbed to my shaft. Finally, just when I felt I could hold back no longer, I felt his last bit of resistance give way as I buried myself to the hilt.
I leaned over him and nipped his ear. “You feel that? I’m all the way in you now, babygirl.”
I slid my hand between his legs and felt his hard little cock, dripping with precum. I swiped a bit of it on my finger and slipped it in his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily, swirling his tongue around my finger and sucking it dry.
Fucking not gay my ass.
Smirking, I gripped him with one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder and started to go to town. His ass cheeks rippled with every thrust, jiggling in such a sexy way that I thought I might bust again right away. But my earlier orgasm in his sweet little mouth kept me going for longer than usual, allowing me to enjoy his tight, velvety insides for quite a while.
Through my lust-filled haze, I was barely able to stop and register how crazy it was that I was fucking a dude. It was like my brain had just switched into breeding mode, where all I cared about was planting my seed as deep inside as I could. It was kind of hot to know I was fucking the dude I thought had been going after my girl. Maybe there was some kind of subconscious primordial part of my brain that felt I was establishing dominance or whatever. But in the moment, all I could think of was fucking the absolute shit out of the slut in front of me.
Even though I didn’t have any other dudes to compare it to, Hayden seemed to enjoy it more than most girls I’d ever been with. He grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head, burying his face into the couch as he presented his pussy for me. He was moaning loudly now, letting out little whimpers and cries of “Oh, yes, DEEPER!” every few seconds.
Pretty soon, I felt myself grow close to cumming again. Something in me didn’t want to stop fucking him, however, so I pulled out with a big, wet plop.
Hayden looked back at me, his eyes still dull from being dicked down. “What… why’d you stop?”
I sat down on the couch next to him and grabbed my cock, pointing it straight up in the air. It was hard and wet with his juices, an angry reddish-purple color. “Sit on it.”
He looked at it for a moment, as if amazed that such an enormous thing would fit in him, but then he climbed into my lap. He reached behind him to line up my cock with his hole, then looked at me with big, nervous eyes.
Unthinking, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
He whimpered into my mouth as I slid the full length of my dick back inside his pussy. He had his hands on my shoulders, gripping me tightly as he sank onto my cock. His hard little cock was digging into my pubes, barely long enough to reach my stomach. I pulled him in for another kiss as I felt the bottom of his ass resting against my balls.
Slowly, as I kissed him hungrily, Hayden started to gyrate his hips on my cock. He slowly raised himself a couple of inches before slamming back down, giving my dick the most incredible feeling. I held him by the neck with one hand, using my other to squeeze his waist, his ass, and his hard little cock.
“UGH!”
“Mmff!”
“OH!”
“Fuck!”
Up and down, up and down we went as he rode me on the couch. I could hear the squeaking sound of the leather combined with our heavy breathing as I probed his insides again and again. I kissed his neck, licking and biting him like a wild animal as I gave myself over to my need to breed. He ran his fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly as he leaned his head back and presented his neck to my assault. I wrapped my arms around him, bucking my hips up to thrust as high into him as I could.
“Fuck baby,” I moaned, resting my forehead against his cheek. “I need it.”
He nodded, then lifted his hips and started bouncing on my dick. Higher and higher he went until I was fucking him with the entire length of my cock. He would raise himself until only the tip of my dick was left in him, then slam back down all the way to the base. He did this over and over again, flooding my brain with pleasure and causing my vision to go white.
“FUCK… Gonna cum in you, dude…”
I wrapped him as tightly as I could in my arms and held him still as my cock started erupting. Even though I’d cum barely an hour before, I could feel the massive load shooting out of me and coating his insides.
I was dead to the world for a few seconds as my orgasm reached its height, the only thing driving me being an intense need to breed.
“Oh… oh… oh!” Hayden whimpered as I shot off inside him. Even through the intense haze of my orgasm, I could feel a sticky wetness on my stomach, which I assumed was him squirting in between us.
“That’s it. That’s fucking it,” I said, my breath hot and heavy from my cum. “Squirt for me, babygirl.”
I opened my eyes to see Hayden’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, his body jerking and twitching as his little cock gave a few pathetic squirts in between us. Smirking, I caught one of his squirts in my fingers and gave it a taste. It was sweet and slightly bitter. Funnily enough, it kinda reminded me of Camila’s pussy.
I must have passed out shortly after that, because I woke up naked on the couch feeling groggy a few hours later. It took me a second to realize that the warm body next to me wasn’t Camila. Hayden was naked in my arms, the two of us curled up under a small blanket. I got up to take a piss, but when I got back to the couch, my dick was still hard.
I pulled the blanket back to see Hayden’s ass, the hole looking slightly red and puffy. Fuck, nothing made me horny like the sight of used pussy. I gripped his cheeks again and dove in face-first, getting his bruised hole nice and wet for another pounding.
“Huh… Omer? What… ungh, fuck…”
I felt his body tense for a second before the feeling of my tongue on his pussy made him go weak. He lay back on the couch, spreading his legs for me like a good little whore. Once he was nice and wet, I climbed between his legs and slipped back inside his warm, used entrance.
“Oh God… not again… oh, fuck me!” he whimpered underneath me, covering his face with his hands as I took him for the second time that night. This load came out hard and fast, our sweaty bodies sliding against each other as I rutted into him. I fell back asleep like that, still lodged inside his warm cunt as sleep overtook me.
When I awoke again, the light of the morning and my sudden sobriety made things feel a little awkward. My cock had slipped out of Hayden’s hole sometime during the night, leaving a pretty noticeable cumstain on the couch from where my load had spilled out of him.
I drove him home, my head pounding from a hangover. The car ride was silent as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat (either from awkwardness or the after-effects of a good fucking).
“Don’t worry,” I said when we pulled up to his apartment. “I won’t tell Camila.”
He swallowed. “I should get going.”
“Sorry again,” I said as he opened the door. “For doubting you.”
He nodded, avoiding my eyes. “It’s okay. I, uh… I’ll see you around.”
I went back home and took a long shower, then cleaned up the mess to get ready for Camila. When she came home a few hours later, she was beaming. “Holy fuck, babe. I NEEDED that,” she said the second she came through the door.
“Yeah?”
She set her purse down on the couch and took a deep breath. “Absolutely. I just wish you could have been there. I hope you weren’t too lonely here on your own.”
I glanced down at the couch where I’d spent an hour trying to scrub out the cum stain. “It was fine.”
“Okay, good. You know, I was thinking it might be fun to do another double date with Hayden and Shin again!” She walked over and grabbed my hand. “I know you’re not his biggest fan, but I had such a blast. Would you think about it?”
I felt my phone buzz with a text. “Sure.”
I opened it to see a text from an unknown number.
Hey man… Hayden here. Was thinking of watching the game next Friday at my place… wanna come over?
Camila beamed. “Okay, good! I’m so glad, the four of us are gonna be such good friends.”
I frowned at my phone. This is what I get for letting my dick do the thinking. I might not have to worry about some guy trying to fuck my girlfriend, but now I had a whole new problem on my hands.
Still, what Camila didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
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