Box Shaped Heart

Box Shaped Heart Chapter 16

Box Shaped Heart – Ch. 16

By Laura S. Fox 

Copyright © 2018 Laura S. Fox 

All Rights Reserved 

Gay Erotica 

Intended for Mature Audiences Only 

This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age. 

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Chapter Sixteen – The Grass Is Always Greener?

There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy.

"Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!" he pointed the finger at Simon.

"It's not the first time I come to your house," Simon said defensively. "And I'm a co-worker. People will just think that I'm here about work. Plus, it's not like I'm visiting you at night. That would look suspicious."

"Wait, how do you know Aron is not at home this weekend?"

"At all?" Simon's eyes lit up. "I didn't know. Ah, that means that I can sleep over, even."

"Wait, you didn't know?"

"No," Simon shrugged. "But I'm glad he's not. Because I want to show you something."

With that, Simon pulled his polo out of his slacks and began dragging it up. Carter was just about to tell the guy to stop undressing in the doorway, when his eyes fell on the strange leather belts crossing the guy's chest.

He put his head out the door, and looked to the left, and then to the right. Oh, no, fuck, someone was coming. He grabbed Simon by one arm and pulled him inside abruptly.

His back against the door, like he was expecting someone to come knocking it down, he stared at Simon in disbelief.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" he whispered angrily.

"I thought about having some initiative, seeing that you are into this master thing," Simon replied, rather miffed.

"So, you thought about coming over, dressed in this harness or whatever it is, and showing it to me?" Carter began to massage his temples.

Great way to start the day. Just fucking great.

"Pretty much, yes," Simon confirmed.

"What if Aron was at home?"

"Then I would have just talked about work. And, the moment we were alone, I would have shown it to you," Simon said with a very pleased smile on his face.

Damn, the guy looked like a kid who thought he got all the answers right at a quiz test.

"You are ..." he was lost for words.

"What? You don't like it? I'm sorry, I'm new to this submissive staff," Simon spoke, now looking a bit embarrassed. "But I'll do anything. I want you to like me."

"All right."

Stop staring at me with those puppy eyes.

Great, now he needed to play the master or whatever.

"Well, it's Saturday, so all I want to do is chill. If you want to grab some popcorn with me and watch some sports, you're invited," he made a sign for Simon to make himself comfortable, while he headed for the bathroom. He needed a shower and to wake up properly.

"You're testing me!" Simon exclaimed, looking happy for some stupid reason. "You want to see if I'm good as a submissive. So, no, master, I could not share your popcorn with you. I will be your coffee table, so you can rest your feet on me."

What kind of logic was that? He stared at Simon in shock for a couple of seconds and then shook his head. Okay, the idiot looked happy. Let him do whatever. He just turned on his heels and went for his shower.

***

He grabbed his bowl of popcorn, throwing a few in his mouth on his way to the living room. The sight in front of him made him almost drop the bowl.

Simon was on his fours, carefully placed in front of the sofa, his head hunched between his shoulders, looking down. He was naked, save for the leather straps that were hugging his lean body tightly, and it was quite clear that a thinner one went straight through the guy's ass, parting his buttocks, and then going a bit wider to cover his balls.

If Carter had been a gay guy into submission play, he might have just appreciated the view. Simon was a beautiful male specimen, and the attire was not looking ludicrous on him at all. He kind of understood why Alex liked the beautiful idiot. Simon was like a cute dog, with perfect pedigree, and the ideal length between ears and tail, or whatever counted as a sign of a pure breed in canines. So, it didn't matter that he was so damn dumb.

With a sigh, he jumped over Simon's prone form and dropped himself and the popcorn bowl on the sofa. Maybe it was too early for TV and popcorn, but he wasn't in the mood for anything else.

It was awkward as fuck to flick through the channels while Simon sat there, completely silent and unmoved.

"Please rest your feet on me, master," Simon begged, eventually.

The truth was he didn't have enough room for his legs, so it was easy to just lift them off and place them on Simon's smooth back, trapped in leather straps. Eh, it felt kind of nice. He sank into the sofa. Simon shifted just a little, as Carter found the most comfortable position.

It was probably the most idiotic thing he had ever done in his life, but he had no idea what else to do. He had been the one to hint at that kind of play, and Simon was just eagerly obliging. Like a dog wanting to be in his master's graces.

The game was interesting enough, so, soon enough, he forgot about thinking how weird the whole thing was.

"Do you want any popcorn?" he angled his head to look at Simon.

"Will master feed me? I cannot move," Simon spoke.

He sighed and grabbed a few popped corns, careful to avoid the duds, between his fingers, bringing them closer to Simon's mouth. The man took them delicately, his lips brushing slightly by Carter's fingers.

He ignored the slight frisson climbing up his arm and pretended to watch the game, but he started alternating throwing popcorn in his mouth with handing Simon his fair share. The lips caressing his fingers began to grow bold, but for a while, he didn't make anything of it.

The game was in recess when he noticed that he had forgotten to move his hand, and now Simon was sucking his fingers gently. Looking at the guy's sultry eyes was a bad, bad idea. He withdrew his hand, and Simon looked down right away. The second part of the game happened without feeding the dog. Aka the unexpected visitor.

He turned off the TV and decided that the game happening in the living room had gone for too long. Putting his feet down, he began thinking what could he say to Simon to send him on his way now.

"Was I good, master?" Simon whispered.

"Yeah, good pet," he patted the guy on his head.

Simon pushed his head into Carter's palm. This was insane. What if Aron liked the same kind of play? But Carter was pretty certain he wanted to be the pet, not the other way around. Or, if Aron wanted, it didn't matter.

"Can I jerk off, master?" Simon asked.

"Jerk off? Why? Does popcorn make you horny? Were the corns sprinkled with Viagra or something?" he threw an odd look to the bowl on the sofa.

"You make me horny," Simon replied. "You're so good to me, master. Can you please be a little more?"

He had no idea about this kind of roleplay, and he didn't care. So maybe Simon knew the rules or something.

"Then go ahead, by all means," he threw his hands up in surrender.

Simon leaned back on his heels, and now Carter could take a good look at how that weird getup looked from the front. Damn, whoever created that thing had a kinky mind. Metal circles were neatly placed over the guy's nipples, showing them off. And the material was stretched over the guy's nether parts, leaving no room for mistake. The guy was sporting a pretty nice bulge.

How would Aron look in that kind of thing? Simon was smooth and lean, and the bondage attire was making him look vulnerable. In Aron's case, a fully grown man packing muscles everywhere, that would have looked ...

Damn, he was not going there.

"Jerk off already," he said, his voice strained.

"Could master lend me his foot?"

"What?"

Simon didn't care to explain further, and just grabbed Carter's right foot by the ankle and pressed it against his bulge, using it to rub himself.

"That's the dumbest shit I've ever seen," he mumbled through his teeth.

Simon threw him a mournful look.

"Just do it," he waved. "And this is me, ignoring you, as I told you."

He grabbed the TV guide from the real coffee table and began browsing through it, trying to ignore how his foot was used as some sort of masturbation device. Blocking the sounds Simon was making was even harder.

But, at least, the guy didn't take long. Apparently, this whole situation was to Simon's liking, much more than his. Of course, if he were to play with Aron ...

No, shut up, brain. Why the fuck are you thinking about Aron? He left you prey to perverts, like this one.

He shook his head and looked at Simon. The guy mouthed something softly, his eyes sultry and hazy, and began coming.

Carter rolled his eyes. That was, hands down, the most fucked up sex he had ever had. Not that usually, he was particularly adventurous.

"You ruined your leather thingie," he noticed.

Simon was breathing heavily, but also laughing, as he looked down.

"Alex, I gotta say, this whole BDSM thing you're getting me into ..."

You're getting yourself into this whole BDSM thing, Carter commented in his own head.

"Great!" he clapped his hands, as Simon let his foot down gently. "Now get out!" he added brightly.

Simon's face fell.

Carter grimaced and then whispered.

"It's all part of the roleplay, okay?"

Simon's handsome face lit up. Carter could swear there was no other, more gullible guy in the universe. Simon was like those dodo birds, threatened by extinction. He needed to be protected by all means.

"So ... out!" he pointed at the door, and the guy stood up quickly to get dressed.

"Can I come to see you again tomorrow?" Simon asked as he pulled his polo shirt over his leather strapped torso.

"Aron comes back tomorrow. I don't know the hour."

"Okay," Simon nodded. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his puppy eyes directed straight at Carter.

This was getting him weary.

"No," he said, and just walked over to Simon and placed a small kiss on the guy's forehead. "Now off you go," he added and patted the guy's ass while pushing him towards the door.

"Ah, Alex, you play such a great master," Simon murmured but posed no resistance to being thrown out the door.

"Of course. Because I'm me," Carter said cheerfully and pushed the guy through the door.

"See you at work," Simon barely had the time to say, before the door closed in his face, again.

Carter sank on the sofa and clenched his fists into his hair. Clearly, there had to be a place in hell with his name written all over it.

***

Lingering around the house with nothing to do was just making him feel tired. He didn't want to think about anything, not about Aron, who was now doing who knew what, not about Simon who was getting into rough play because he thought his lover was into it, not about Mark and his silly warnings, and definitely not about his parents in tears.

By force of habit, he logged into one of the servers he used for collaborative coding, letting the hours fly by. In the end, he just ended up dozing off on the sofa.

He woke up by midnight, from a frightful dream. The strangest thing was that now, fully awake, he could still recall the nightmare in vivid colors.

It was like the day of the accident was replaying in his head. That morning, he had woken up from a bad hangover after a previous night spent in a dive with a bunch of people whose sole purpose seemed to have been to drink him under the table. He had taken a shower, eaten something, and then headed for the basketball court where he was to meet up with some guys.

That day had been so sunny, like blinding bright. Or at least that was what his dream was picturing it to be. Barely a gentle breeze in the air. The exercise on the basketball court had done him good and now he was heading back home.

And on any day, since forever, he had thought of Aron and how much he wanted nothing of that to have happened, not Aron's marriage, not him leaving, not him being no longer friends with Carter. He had been walking down an empty street, his head filled with memories of other summers when he and Aron had had so much amazing fun together.

How many casual embraces had he missed? He had never made too much of them, back then, when he had had no idea that Aron was crushing on him. By all means, he should have suspected something. A hand left to linger on his shoulder one second too long, a head resting against his shoulder on Sunday afternoons while watching sports, the sometimes hooded eyes searching his.

It had been surreal to notice that the guy walking in front of him, bouncing on his designer's loafers, was actually Aron's husband. He could not have been able to turn, at first, but, at one point, the guy had stopped and turned to look at something in a shop window. Carter had slowed down the moment he had realized who the guy was. Then he had let the guy gain an advantage on him again.

The day in the dream was gradually getting hotter, the image brighter and brighter. The silhouette walking in front of him was getting thinner and thinner like it was about to disappear.

The strangest thing about his dream was the silence. The deepest silence Carter could ever remember witnessing in his entire life. Like everything was going terribly still, the entire existence holding a breath. Waiting for what?

He had stretched one hand in front of his eyes, flexing the fingers as if to capture the vanishing silhouette walking further and further away. And then, like in a fantastic movie, his hand had begun to grow larger and larger, covering the man in front. All of a sudden, his arm had broken free from his shoulder, following the hand in its motion, and Carter could feel the pain like it was real.

Just like that, he had woken in the hospital again, making him wonder if he was trapped in a loop like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Luckily, a second later, he had woken up for real. So it had been just a dream in a dream in a dream ... Like Inception!

What if everything was a dream? Like everything everything? Carter shivered. There was no point in getting all Schopenhauerian, without at least getting a blanket. He was freezing and his shoulder hurt like hell. He dragged himself to the bed in the bedroom and there he finally returned to sleep.

***

Half the Sunday he spent around the house, trying to find something to do. He could just go back to coding, but the fact that he was anticipating Aron's comeback wasn't letting him concentrate. In the end, after being done with eating, showering and watching TV for half the day, he decided to blow off some steam in the half basketball court in the back.

He had never run short on friends after high school. Acquaintances, he considered them. The term 'friends' was just unsuitable. If no one called the next day, he could have not cared less. And he doubted anyone could have been disturbed by his prolonged silence or even disappearance.

Maybe he was a loner at heart. But there was one thing that didn't fit in that picture. Or better said someone. Aron. Carter was the noisiest when he was with the guy. He was the funniest. Most girls he had been with had approached him after seeing him in Aron's company, only to be slightly surprised later when they were witnessing this duller version of him. It was like Aron was there only to ... make him whole.

Women thought he was too cool to care. Guys thought he was laid back and fun. But what did Aron really think of him? How could Aron crush on someone like him? Apparently, it had something to do with him being funny. Strangely enough, he wasn't doing or saying anything funny on purpose. It just happened. But was that really enough to make someone like Aron crush on him?

Ah, the guy had said something about him being handsome. Well, women had often told him the same thing, so there had to be some truth in that. He had never particularly cared for his appearance. He wore his brown hair too long, he was just a normal guy, and he could not imagine anything that could make him stand out.

He sent the ball through the hoop again. Well, even playing alone was nice. So, what had those girlfriends used to say about him?

Oh, Carter, you have such kissable lips.

Ah, so he did make a good kissing partner, that was good to know.

I like it that you're a bit rough.

He remembered that girlfriend well. Apparently, she had enjoyed it best when he wasn't shaved and liked to kiss her everywhere. Or maybe that girl simply liked having rashes everywhere.

Hmm, Mr. Muscles.

Hmm, was that the correct way to describe him? The woman in question had really had a thing for mapping his entire body, muscle by muscle, like she needed that for some anatomy lessons. He was well built, apparently, not as Aron, but, clearly, women liked him that way.

So why hadn't he liked them back enough? He enjoyed sex just like any other guy. He liked to take girls out and make them feel good. But he could not recall, for the love of all that was holy, how he had felt about this or that girl. It was like all the relationships he had ever had were turning into a mush in his brain, and recalling names and faces meant absolutely nothing.

He sent the ball flying again.

Aron had said something about his ass. What kind of ass did he have? He could not recall ever trying to look at his own ass. Ah, well, it was true that his most adventurous ex-girlfriend, the one who had fingered his ass, had told him something about him having a fuckable backside. She had even proposed to peg him, but he had backed away. A finger or two had been enough to heighten the sensation while fucking, but a whole dildo up his ass?

He had had Aron's cock up his ass. Significantly larger than what now seemed, in his memory, as a really non-frightening dildo attached to a strapon the girl had shown him while smiling and telling him that she was just going to take him slow.

But, and that was a big but, he had taken Aron's cock and loved it while at it. Maybe it was just a psychological thing, not a physical barrier. But wait, maybe he had taken Aron's cock so easily simply because he was wearing Alex's body, and, well, a gay guy who was a self-declared absolute bottom, should not have had any troubles with that.

Although, Alex was a fussy lover, according to Aron. Maybe that was why the guy preferred Simon. He hadn't exactly looked closely at Simon's cock, but the young man was average, at best, and, by no means, in the same league with Aron who was sporting a real cannon between his legs.

With a wince, he adjusted his cock and balls. Why the fuck was he insta-hard the moment he thought about Aron and his big cock?

The truth was, the guy had an amazing manhood. A memory from growing up came to him. They were in high school and after PE. Since it had been the last class, they had decided to head back home and have a shower at Aron's place.

Carter had never had qualms with being naked around Aron. They were like brothers. But he had never looked at the guy, inspecting him or anything. It would have seemed rude, and also, his head was always full of stuff, so, for most of the time, he was just chatting away, while Aron listened, so he had had no interest to stare at the guy.

But that day, they had gotten in the shower together, and instantly started fooling around. He had grabbed the shower hose and directed the spray into Aron's face, which had promptly caused the guy to snatch it away from him and return the favor.

He could not recall exactly what had happened while they were busy making a mess in the bathroom, but at one point, while Aron was keeping him in a headlock, his eyes had landed on the other boy's manhood.

"Dude, your cock is huge," he had commented.

Aron had let him go instantly. Like he had felt embarrassed or something. That was thinking retrospectively, but, at the time, Carter's curiosity had gotten the better of him.

"Damn, it's like ... Wow," he had said and just reached for Aron's cock, to feel it in his hand.

"Hey, fuck off," Aron had batted his hand away.

Hmm, something had been clearly happening then to Aron, because the massive sleeping cock had been starting to lengthen while Carter had been struggling to touch it. In the end, Aron had managed to overpower him and make him promise he would behave.

That moment, he had wanted nothing more than to touch Aron's cock, and Aron hadn't let him. Which was rather weird, because Aron rarely told him `no', even when he was coming up with the stupidest ideas. 

Okay, so he was getting hard just by thinking of his best friend's cock. That was insanely annoying. But he was a practical guy. He began feeling his hard-on through his shorts. Maybe he could just head back inside and take care of business. It was a good pastime if he was to think about. And he had plenty of jerk-off material in his more recent memories of Aron's cock, and no one was going to get hurt.

He was palming his cock harder and harder now. It did feel nice like this. Not like when there was someone else doing it for him, but still, it was something. He could just close his eyes and think of Aron. He didn't even need to get inside. The fence was high enough so that no nosy neighbor could look at him doing that.

So he just whipped out his cock, dragging the elastic band of the shorts beneath his balls for extra pressure. Damn, it felt like he hadn't come in a while. Well, he had come once on Friday night, when Aron had fucked him, and the simple memory of how the guy had filled him with cock was making him tremble slightly.

Fuck, it felt good. He began picking up speed, as the events from Friday night played in his head.

"Aron," he whispered.

"Nice," he heard right into his ear, and he almost had a heart attack.

Aron embraced him from behind and chuckled into his ear.

"You're jerking off in broad daylight, thinking of me?" Aron whispered, making his hair stand all on end.

"I ..."

Well, it wasn't like he could deny it. His guilty hands moved away from his cock right away.

"I didn't hear you," he said instead.

"Well, I saw you through the window, and I could not resist catching you in the act," Aron cooed and followed with a small flick of the tongue on his ear.

"Ah, shit," Carter shook his head. "I was just ... you know, chilling."

"Hmm, I like your way of doing this chilling stuff," Aron laughed.

He could feel the guy pressing him from the back and it was like nothing he had ever experienced. Aron moved one hand to press it against Carter's cock, squeezing with clear intent.

"I'm going to fuck you," Aron said into his ear while making him walk until they both landed on a patch of green on the side.

"Here?" Carter mumbled. "Like here, here?"

"Well, you didn't seem bothered earlier, with your cock out," Aron commented while pushing Carter down on his back and climbing on top of him, decided to make him stretch his legs wide.

"What if we appear on Google maps? We don't know what satellites must be doing right now," he protested, trying to fend off Aron's determined attacks of pulling his t-shirt up.

"As far as I know, you love publicity. What's wrong with being caught while getting fucked by your husband? You know you look great, and I'm pretty sure I'm not bad either. We would look good in those pictures," Aron joked.

"They don't have that good resolution," Carter mumbled.

"See? We're safe," Aron chuckled. "And I'm just kidding, baby. I'm the only one who should see you like this."

Aron was definitely hard, by the way he was pushing his erection into Carter's thigh.

"I thought we were going to talk or something," he tried to delay the inevitable.

"I'm done talking. You're my husband and you should get it into your pretty head that I don't want anyone else. Now shut up and take it."

Aron's mouth on one of his nipples made him grunt. Fuck, was this really going to go down like this? Friday night, well, back then, he had just felt vulnerable, and he had been ready to take it, but, right now, his ass was clenching in warning.

It's not going to be easy, he imagined his asshole talking.

Yeah, like I need you to tell me that, he replied.

Oh, fuck, Aron was practically sucking his nipples, one, then the other, like he could not decide which one he liked best. And it was making Carter harder and harder with each flick of the tongue. The guy was an awesome titsucker or something. He had had no idea.

And that was not the only thing the guy was an expert in; with quick moves, Aron managed to get undressed and Carter's shorts were also flying through the air, following an uncertain trajectory and landing on the ground like a surrender flag ignored by the enemy.

"I'm going to take you really hard," Aron promised, biting his ear.

He froze.

"Fuck no," he protested. "Not without the rubber."

Aron pushed him back, keeping him down.

"You don't have any health problems, Alex, so just be good once in a blue moon."

"You cannot know," he protested and tried to break himself free.

"The good doctor worked overtime to get your test results," Aron pushed him back again. "He sent me a copy, too, since I'm always keeping track of our health records."

Carter frowned.

"And he didn't think about sending me one?"

"Maybe you didn't check your e-mail," Aron shrugged.

Could Aron be lying to him? He eyed the man with unease, but Aron just seemed dead serious. He inhaled, then exhaled.

"Okay."

Oh, fuck, his ass was going to get ruined. Aron smiled and pushed Carter's legs up.

"Fuck, I've been dreaming all weekend about fucking you," Aron whispered, while he somehow managed to produce what looked like a tube of lube and began spreading the thing on Carter's ass.

Oh, so you will just let him ruin me, his asshole complained.

Shut up, asshole. It's not like you don't deserve it.

But why?

Well, for starters, for being such an asshole.

His breath stopped for a couple of seconds, as Aron pushed his cock through the small pathetic ring of muscles. All right, he was a fucking coward, so he just chose to cover his face. This was going to fucking hurt.

Aron growled above him.

"Stop being such a drama queen."

"Who is?" he let his hands down.

"You are. But now I know how to deal with you," Aron smirked. "I'll make sure you understand who you married."

"I think I know that," Carter glared, but his words died on his lips, as Aron pushed in another inch. "You're going to rip me apart, you know," he complained.

"I don't think so. I think you need a little stretching, just so you know your husband's cock better from now on."

"What a fucking bastard," he drew another breath.

But, fuck, it felt good to hurt like this. Hurt was probably not the right word now. It was more like a burn, but his body was quick to adjust.

You're such a whore, asshole, he chided his back door.

Takes one to know one, came the immediate reply.

Yeah, probably. He was pretty much a whore for Aron if only he was to take after how easily he was opening wide for the guy. And still, it wasn't like he was gay or anything. Just some guy plenty willing to take a big dick up his ass, as long as the said dick belonged to his best friend.

"Fuck, you're big," at least he found it in him to complain a little.

"Well, I don't think that's news for you, baby," Aron laughed, as he continued to push inside.

It was strange enough that his back wasn't hurting, by the way the guy was plastering him to the ground. The grass wasn't only greener here, it was also softer. He could not remember ever doing it out in the open like this. And, even if he ever had, he could not have been the one on his back.

"Oh, yes," Aron expressed his satisfaction, as he pulled back just a little, so he could slam back inside.

"Motherfucker," Carter exclaimed, as the guy's cock connected with something deep inside his ass.

"Hold on tight, baby, cause I'm going to take you for a ride," Aron said with a small chuckle.

That was not a pun. It wasn't a way to say stuff. He was fucking used like a fucking sex doll. Why had he never thought about his best friend being such a sex-crazed maniac? Aron was really doing a number on his ass, taking him hard, and making him shake with each thrust. And, with each thrust, Carter felt the need to curse and grab at the grass blades around his fingers, like they could save him from that heavy pounding.

It was fucking pleasant. And that was the problem. Because he could not imagine why the fuck he was about to come from his ass, just because Aron's cock was there. Well, that was it. That had to be it. Aron's cock was to blame. His own cock was slapping against his abdomen and it didn't look like Aron cared to rub it for him. And he was too busy trying to hold on to his ... whatever.

Aron was starting to sweat above him, and Carter licked one drop that fell on his lips.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so going to fill your ass," Aron issued the warning.

What? So soon? But he still wasn't ... Aron stilled above him, gathering him into his strong arms, while he jerked a few times inside.

No, no, no, this was so not happening. Carter pushed the guy away from him, and Aron rolled to one side. He didn't let the guy say a word and climbed on top of him.

"How would you like a dicking, you jerk?" he spoke.

Aron seemed surprised but didn't push him away.

"Where the fuck is that lube?" he began to search through the grass with his hands, not wanting to let go of his vantage point, on top of Aron.

The man began to search, too, much to his surprise. Aron handed him the lube, with an amused expression on his face.

"Thank you," he said, feeling rather miffed of being beaten to it by his so-called victim. "And stop grinning like an idiot. You're so going to get it," he threatened, as he sat back on his heels only to spurt some lube on his dick.

"Alex, you never top," Aron said affectionately. "Are you upset you didn't come? But you usually ... Here, let me help you," the man made a move to grab his cock.

"Fuck off," Carter batted the man's hand away. "I'm going to fuck you, so just stay there."

Aron shrugged and continued to look at him with unhidden curiosity. Carter sure hoped he looked like he meant business, as he made Aron spread wide, and expose his asshole. All right, he thought.

Was he going to do it?

Do it!

That was his cock talking.

Who put you in charge?

He shot back, in his own head.

I'm your other head, it's obvious I know better.

"Having second thoughts?" Aron stopped his mental verbalization.

"You wish," he snorted and acquiesced to his better head and its wants.

Damn, it was hot and fuck, so tight, he almost felt like losing his breath again. There was a small surprised grunt from Aron, but he didn't back down.

"Easy, tiger," Aron caressed his chest slowly. "Let's not have you pull a muscle, here."

"Shut up," he mumbled, annoyed with his lack of skill.

Aron did shut up but began helping him, by guiding his cock to his back door with a firm hand.

"Slowly, like this," Aron said gently.

Well, it was working, and it was annoying like hell that he could not teach Aron a lesson and fuck him as hard as the guy had done it to him earlier. But it felt good, so he was willing to work with what he was given.

"So fucking tight," he expressed his wonder.

"Not my fault you've never done it before. I lack practice," Aron replied with a small chuckle. "Go ahead, just stick it in, I can take it."

"You have an amazing asshole," he expressed his thoughts out loud.

"Should I thank you?" Aron joked, but soon he followed with a grunt.

Gotcha! Carter smiled. So Aron could not be that cool with having his ass penetrated like this. He was rather annoyed Alex's cock wasn't big enough. Should it have been his own cock ... well, he knew he was one of the lucky winners at the gene lottery, and he was just being honest. Unlike his ass, at which he hadn't looked, he knew his own cock well. For now, Aron had to do with what Alex's dick was like.

So he began fucking, holding Aron's legs, and doing his best.

"Wow, baby, I had no idea," Aron's strained words flew freely.

"Stop calling me baby," Carter said through his teeth, as his thrusting was beginning to pay off.

"All right, tiger," Aron chuckled. "How do you want me to call you?"

Oh, shit. That was a fucking trap.

"Just ... call me Alex," he admitted and closed his eyes.

Of course, Aron wasn't his. He was not going to ruin things again. So he endured, with his eyes tightly closed, as Aron said his real husband's name, over and over again, praising him, as Carter came undone.

"Fuck," he whispered, as he fell on top of his best friend.

He was pretty certain they were both dirty and sweaty, and just mingling everything together, but he could not care less. He had just come into Aron's ass, and it had been fucking amazing.

Aron pushed him away just enough so he could kiss him.

"Only you and me from now on, I promise," Aron continued to caress his hair and rain small kisses on his face.

And that was pretty fucking hurtful.

TBC

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