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Opening Up in New Orleans, Chapter 2
By Bryce Manning
Dakota cranes his neck to see Evan grinning, smiling back at him as he trudges through the doors that lead to the second floor of the gay bar. The crowd is still sparse until he reaches the bottom of the stairs, the two twink dancers still moving rhythmically and collecting tips. He quickly looks away. The last thing he needs right now is for his boyfriend to observe him staring at guys who are undoubtedly more attractive than he is. Eventually Dakota spots Trent at the side of one of the bars, apparently waiting for another drink. He brushes through the dense mob, finally reaching Trent and resting his hand against his boyfriend's back. "Having any luck?" he asks as Trent looks over.
"Not really!" Trent slurs into his ear. " But have you seen some of the people in here? I can't even blame them!"
His mood had shifted again. Dakota knows he's drunk, assuming that Trent had done nothing but knock back cocktails since he'd been left alone downstairs.
"Come upstairs!" Dakota suggests, thinking about seeing Evan there again. "It's less crowded and there's no one at the bar up there!"
Trent picks up a cup right as one of the bartenders plants it on the counter, sipping it instantly. "Really? Ok, let's go up there!"
They struggle through the crowd, Trent the one who seems hypnotized when he glimpses the twinks, staring up lustfully as they gyrate. His gaze is fixated on the blond one in a thong, his mouth almost gaping open as the guy lowers his big bubble butt down to the bar and bounces his nearly bare cheeks against it.
"Come on!" Dakota urges, trying to drag his boyfriend away.
"I've seen that guy in porn!" Trent drunkenly volunteers.
Dakota has to bite his lip to stop himself from angrily shouting about the shameless hypocrisy his boyfriend had just admitted. He'd probably been jerking off to other guys ever since the horrible sex drought had started. Is that why he was so pissed every time he'd caught Dakota? Because he knew he was doing exactly the same thing? A plan starts forming in Dakota's mind in that instant. He knows Trent will be into Evan, another fit young blond, if he sees him. "Come on!" he repeats again, forcing Trent toward the stairway as his boyfriend leers at the almost naked boy dancing on the counter. When they reach the stairs, Trent starts intently downing his drink, finishing it before they reach the second floor. He looks delighted to see that there's barely anyone at the bar upstairs, immediately stumbling over.
Dakota spots Evan standing there with a cup in hand, their glances catching as the guy turns his head to check Trent out. Dakota points toward the balcony, a hopeful look on his face, Evan nodding slyly as he shifts his gaze back toward the bar.
"A hurricane!" Trent orders, cursorily peering back as Dakota walks up. "You need something too, babe?"
Hearing the word /babe/ was shocking. Dakota couldn't even remember the last time his boyfriend had called him that. "No, I'm good," he answers, trying not to dwell as his eyes are fixed on Evan stepping away and disappearing outside. Dakota knew he was seeing a fleeting mirage, not the real Trent, the resentful, controlling, jealous man he'd have to suffer driving home with after a couple more days.
Trent turns around with a fresh drink in hand, smiling for the first time since they'd walked in. "I fucking love these things!" he says as he takes a swallow. "You want some?" Trent holds the cup out.
Dakota grabs it and takes a couple sips, pushing it back into his boyfriend's hands. "That's so strong!"
"Really? I can't even taste the alcohol anymore!" Trent declares, pressing the cup back to his lips.
"You haven't seen the balcony yet," Dakota complains, moving his drunk boyfriend out into the humid air and standing with him against the railing. He observes Trent checking Evan out immediately, exactly as he'd expected.
Trent slurps more booze down as he scans the crowds of intoxicated revelers below. "Is this where you've been all night? This is nice!" He looks over at Evan again, staring way longer than he should.
"Why do you keep checking that guy out?" Dakota whispers.
Trent looks playfully into his boyfriend's eyes. "Sorry, babe, he's hot!" he tries to murmur.
Dakota winces hearing that word again, doubting himself for a moment, but he knows Trent is just drunk. His vocabulary will reset as soon as he's sober, that particular designation totally forgotten, and then he'll be back to treating Dakota like shit again.
"You think I'm hot?" Evan asks, peering over at the two boys with a smirk on his face as he steps closer.
"Well, you are!" Trent blurts out.
"He's a little drunk," Dakota says, trying to act like he has no idea who Evan is.
The guy laughs it off perfectly. "No worries, you guys are both hot too. Are you here together?"
"Yeah, he's my boyfriend," Dakota answers as Trent is shamelessly eye fucking Evan.
Evan glances down at the street, sipping his drink before he looks back over. "You guys come out tonight looking for a third?"
Trent's face desperately bolts toward Dakota's. "Have you ever wanted to do that?" he wonders excitedly.
"I don't know," Dakota quietly pretends to hesitate, staring into his boyfriend's imploring brown eyes. "I never thought you would be into it."
"We're on vacation!" Trent tries to justify, his expression filled with shameless lust. "When is this ever going to happen to us again? We should do it!" He's trying to whisper, but he's definitely failing, Evan hearing every word that's spilling out of his mouth.
The guy walks up behind the couple, stretching his arms around both of them. "If you guys are down, I'm down," he pronounces right into their ears, his fingers digging into Dakota's shoulder before he releases them and moves to stand beside Trent.
Dakota pretends to waver again, Trent's eyes still pleading, even as his dick is hard from Evan's slight touch. "Are you sure, babe?" Dakota wields the word back at his boyfriend. "Because he's definitely hot. I wouldn't turn him down."
"Yes!" Trent decides immediately. "We can all go back to the hotel together right now!" He presses his mouth into Dakota's, kissing him urgently for the first time in more than a month. "Please, babe," he begs, quickly shoving his tongue back against Dakota's.
Trent's kiss is finally passionate for a change, Dakota reluctant to pull away when he forces their lips apart. "You're going to have to kiss him too," he insists, nodding toward Evan.
His boyfriend doesn't hesitate, instantly twisting to Evan's grinning face as their lips plunge together. They lose themselves in a long, sloppy kiss, Trent just as eager for the stranger as Dakota had been earlier.
Dakota is jealous watching them. He doesn't care about what Trent is doing, having already mentally given his boyfriend up, but he feels like Evan belongs to him. He knows he'll have to suck it up. Sharing Evan with Trent is the only way he could peacefully hook up with the guy tonight, and he wants that more than anything in the world.
Trent lifts away from Evan's mouth, smiling widely. "I want to see you kiss him too!" he demands, stepping back from the railing.
His boyfriend had no idea that Dakota and Evan had already done the deed. They look at each other and lock lips again, Evan's tongue sinking into Dakota's mouth for the second time that night, the two definitely making out more intensely than either of them had with Trent.
"That's so hot!" Trent encourages as they're still kissing. "Come on, babe, let's bring him back with us!"
Evan is beaming into Dakota's face as they reluctantly unwind their tongues. "I'm ready when you guys are!"
The boys energetically bound away from the balcony together, almost running down the stairs before they struggle through the heavy crowd, finally passing out the bar's doors onto the sparser sidewalk. Dakota realizes Trent hadn't even bothered to ask the third guy's name as they start toward their hotel. His boyfriend was so intent on fucking someone else that he didn't even care.
Walking into the hotel room is like a replay of the first night Dakota and Trent had spent together. As soon as the door closes, all three of them are tearing their clothes off, launching the garments everywhere. Standing in front of Evan, Dakota can finally appreciate his naked body. He's well-built, muscular like he's in the gym every single day, his whole torso shaved smooth to show the definition off.
"You're so fucking hot," Dakota whispers, wrapping his hand around Evan's solid cock, the massive thing at least eight inches long. He starts to stroke the warm length.
Evan grins. "You guys are fucking hot!" He hungrily kisses him again, wrapping his hands around Dakota's ass, his fingers digging into the boy's butt as they make out.
"You should see his ass!" Trent murmurs, sandwiching the stranger from behind, pressing their naked bodies firmly together as he lodges his own hard dick against Evan's butt. He caresses the guy's shoulders, kissing the back of his neck, running his hands down his firm chest and flat stomach. Evan is gently moaning as Dakota leans into Trent, enveloping a hand around his head as their lips meet and they softly kiss with Evan pinned between them. Dakota tries to shove his tongue into Trent's mouth, but his boyfriend pulls back.
"No, kiss him," he says softly, snapping down behind Evan in a squat. Trent's hands burrow into the mounds of Evan's ass and spread them apart, his tongue lapping against the guy's crack before his face eagerly dives between the stranger's cheeks.
Dakota couldn't believe what he was seeing. Trent had always claimed to hate eating ass, but now he was devouring Evan's hole like he'd been longing to taste one. As they'd neared the hotel, thinking about the way Trent had passionately kissed him on the balcony pleading for this to happen, a part of Dakota wondered if indulging in the threesome might reawaken his boyfriend's interest in him. Watching Trent choose to intently lick Evan's ass over making out with him again, Dakota knew that was never going to happen. Trent was here solely for Evan, and now Dakota would be too.
He drops to his knees in front of Evan's gargantuan dick, the veiny length seeming even bigger as he stares straight into it. The guy is moaning softly as Trent eats his ass, Dakota slipping the pulsing tip of the stranger's eight inch shaft between his lips. His head eagerly bobs up and down on the big cock, his hand working the part he couldn't yet fit in his mouth, Evan's moans suddenly growing louder.
Trent springs up from the guy's butt and kneels beside his boyfriend, not even bothering to look over at Dakota, their faces jabbing together as he tries to touch his tongue to Evan's dick too. Dakota knows he wants a turn, a chance to make Evan moan louder than his boyfriend had. Even trying to please the random guy is a fucking competition. When Dakota slides off, Trent instantly takes his place, swallowing half of Evan's cock in his first thrust down on it. He greedily struggles to bury even more of the guy's length inside of him, Trent fast succeeding and capturing the whole huge shaft down his throat. He gags and spits it out, Evan's hard dick glistening with spit, Trent quickly driving his mouth back down and deepthroating the wet, rigid cock again.
"Fuck!" Evan hisses as Trent fucks his throat with the stranger's massive cock. "You guys like that big dick, don't you?"
Dakota looks up at his exuberant face. "We love it," he answers for both of them. "I can't even believe he's taking the whole thing!"
The guys laughs. "And it really does feel awesome, but I should tell you guys now," Evan warns, "I'm mainly a bottom."
Trent gags again and slides off the throbbing length, instantaneously jumping up off the ground. He mashes his body into Evan's, kissing him heartily with his hands wrapped around the guy's back. "So you're a bottom?" Trent doesn't wait for an answer, launching the stranger into the bed and grabbing his legs. He pulls Evan to the edge, forcing the guy's hole into the air. "You want us both to fuck you?" he asks, still not even bothering to look at Dakota.
Evan looks nervous glancing at Dakota's face as he rises up from the floor, Trent pressing his rock hard dick against the guy's smooth hole.
Dakota smiles weakly and nods his permission, the stranger relaxing as his gaze shifts back to Trent. "Yeah, I want you both to fuck my ass!" he answers confidently.
Trent squats down again, shoving his tongue hungrily back into Evan's pink hole like he'd relished tasting it the first time. The guy is moaning loudly, his toes curling constantly, as Trent's face weaves intently against his ass. He stands back up after a minute, spitting down on his dick a couple times, the muscles in his arm flexing as he lubes himself up.
"You want this dick?" Trent demands, pressing his wet head to the stranger's opening and grasping his legs.
"I want that fucking dick!" Evan begs, twisting to shoot a smile at Dakota as Trent starts to push inside him. "Fuck!" Evan shouts loudly, Trent's glutes tightening as the tip of his cock slips into the guy's hole. "Hold it there for a second!"
Trent's balls are hanging low, looking ridiculously huge and full as he patiently waits for Evan to let the invasion continue. "You know you can take it," he murmurs soothingly.
Evan grunts. "Yeah...I'm ready. Give it to me!"
Dakota watches his boyfriend slowly plunging into Evan, the stranger moaning intensely, certain that Trent has buried his whole length when he stops moving. He hadn't busted a load in Dakota in the last six weeks, but now his dick is deep inside another man whose name he doesn't even know. Dakota feels another pang of jealously as he strokes his rock hard dick, not because he cares about Trent fucking him anymore, but because he wants to be the one with his cock lodged in Evan's guts.
"Fuck me!" Evan yells as Trent starts to piston into him. "Give me that dick!"
Trent is passionately thrusting in and out of the stranger's ass with full force now, his cheeks bouncing vigorously, his balls smacking into Evan's skin as he forces his cock deeper inside. The guy's feet are helplessly dangling beside his body as Trent's strokes grow more powerful. Within minutes his boyfriend is grunting, his dick shoved to the hilt as his brimming balls draw up, his semen flooding into the stranger they'd both just met.
Breathless and covered in perspiration, he turns his head around to finally glance at Dakota, wiping a hand across his thrushed and sweaty face. "Your turn, babe," he says quietly, awash in the afterglow of his orgasm. Trent groans as he pulls his dick out of Evan's ass, a huge trickle of thick seed spilling out of the guy's gaping hole onto the sheets of the hotel room bed.
Dakota steps up to Evan's spread ass, the stranger's legs still stuck up in the air, Trent's white jizz pooled at the opening and dripping down his crack. Their eyes lock together as Dakota grabs Evan's ankles and plants the guy's bare feet against his chest, feeling Evan's toes curling against his skin as he pushes his hard dick into the loosened entrance. Evan's hole is lax and wet, Dakota instantly sinking his dick to the root as the stranger moans loudly.
"Yeah, fuck me!" Evan yells. His gaze says everything: he's finally getting what he'd really wanted all night, ever since he'd started talking to Dakota on the gay bar's balcony.
"Fuck his cummy ass!" Trent is drunkenly encouraging from behind, slapping his boyfriend's butt hard. "Fuck my load up into him!"
They both look at each other like they wish Trent wasn't there with them as Dakota starts pounding his cock into Evan's cum-lubed hole, thick white cream coating his shaft as he thrusts his length more and more aggressively into Evan's slack ass. "There's so much fucking cum in you," Dakota murmurs, smearing Trent's jizz into the guy's skin with every stroke.
"You like that sloppy wet hole?" Evan whispers between desperate moans, his face blissful.
"I fucking love it," Dakota hisses. He frees the guy's legs, letting them slide beside his body as he lowers his face down for another kiss. Their tongues twirl more intensely than they had all night as Dakota slams his dick harder and harder into Evan's guts, the stranger's hands reaching up behind Dakota's head and gripping fistfuls of his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into his mouth. Both guys are loudly moaning into each other as they're fucking and ravenously making out, greedily consuming each other without a care in the world that Trent is still standing in the room watching.
His boyfriend is silent as Dakota drills Evan more intently, shoving his dick as far into the guy's silky insides as he can. Their eyes are lustfully penetrating each other, Evan grasping his hands around Dakota's arms and literally screaming as he viciously batters the stranger's open ass. "I'm close," Dakota warns, feeling sweat dripping down his face.
"Shoot that load in my ass!" Evan begs. "Fill me up with your load!"
Dakota seizes suddenly after a final violent stroke, his dick buried deep, his eyes tight on Evan's as Dakota emits the most barbaric roar of his life, his head blissfully drifting up toward the ceiling for a second before he glances down to pierce Evan's hungry eyes again. Dakota's cock is pulsing intensely, surely shooting more sperm into the guy than he'd ever busted in Trent's ass in the last two years.
Evan lets go of Dakota's arms, reaching both his hands out to envelop Dakota's head again, forcing him down for a final gentle kiss. The last remnants of Dakota's load are still spilling into the guy's body as their tongues spin lustfully together, Evan's feet wrapping around Dakota's back and pressing tightly into him. They're both panting as they pull away from each other, an expression of pure contentment on Evan's face.
"You need to leave," Trent immediately declares from behind them both, suddenly sounding stern and completely sober.
Dakota struggles to turn his head back, seeing the usual angry Trent standing there glaring. "Babe, what? Can't we all just relax and cuddle for awhile?"
"No," he mumbles, rage evident in his tone even though he'd been standing silently behind them watching everything. "He needs to leave. Right now." Trent couldn't utter Evan's name because he still didn't know what it was.
Evan frees himself from Dakota's grasp and lurches off the softening cock still buried in his ass, quickly bolting up from the bed. "Yeah, sure, no problem," he says flatly as he starts trying to discern which of the pieces of clothing scattered across the hotel room floor are his.
Dakota turns around, sitting down on the bed, feeling the wet spot where his boyfriend's cum had flooded out of Evan's gaping butt onto the sheet. "Trent--"
"We can talk about this after he leaves, Dakota," he snaps.
In an instant they'd reverted back to where they were before Trent had gleefully demanded the threesome. His boyfriend had been thrilled to eat Evan's ass, suck his dick, and exuberantly plow him, dumping a load so massive it immediately leaked out, but now he was enraged after seeing Dakota enjoy the same pleasure. He looked more irate and unpleasant than ever, even after delighting in the amazing lay. Dakota didn't want to waste another moment of his life trapped in this miserable reality anymore. "If he leaves, I'm going with him," he says right to Trent's face, Evan's head snapping up in his peripheral vision.
"You're not going anywhere," Trent insists, stepping forward and planting one of his arms on Dakota's shoulders. "You're mine. And you're never seeing him again. We're never seeing him again. We shouldn't have done this. This was all a huge mistake."
Enough was enough. Dakota wrests his boyfriend's arm away, standing up and starting to pull his own clothes on.
Trent took Dakota's place on the edge of the bed, sneering viciously at him. "If you walk out of this room with him we're breaking up and I'm fucking leaving you here tomorrow morning. I'll seriously drive home without you."
Dakota doesn't even care if the threat is sincere as he lifts his shorts up around his legs, intentionally grabbing Trent's shirt and throwing it on.
"That's my fucking shirt!" he shouts furiously.
The air is ominously serious but Dakota still finds himself smirking, looking over at Evan to see him pulling his shoes on by the door. "Well," Dakota starts, ambling toward the entryway and slipping his feet into his own shoes, "if you want to see it again, I guess you'll have to wait for me to come back to the room." He turns back to look at Trent one last time.
Pure unbridled fury is smoldering on his face. "I won't," Trent threatens again, angrily crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm serious. I will leave your ass if you walk out of that door with him." He emphasizes /him/ like he absolutely despises Evan even though he'd just jovially busted his load in the guy's ass.
Dakota hears the door open, twisting around without saying anything else to his boyfriend as he follows Evan out of the room.
"We're fucking done, Dakota!" Trent yells, more livid than ever. "Done! You're not my fucking boyfriend anymore!"
His ex-boyfriend doesn't bother looking back. "Bye, Trent!" he calls just as the door loudly swings shut, the lock clicking with cinematic finality.
Evan lets Dakota catch up, his face stunned with disbelief. "He's not going to, like, do anything crazy, is he?" he wonders as they're walking toward the elevator.
Dakota knew Trent wasn't that kind of person. "Cry all night, call me a couple dozen times, and literally send me 200 text messages, maybe," he says, reaching for the call button. "That's Trent's idea of crazy."
"Trent!" he says like it's been bothering him. "I was so into you I never even introduced myself to him. Well, he's fucking nuts. I thought he was going to try to hurt you for a second! I was already formulating a battle plan!"
The elevator chimes and the door slides open, Dakota chuckling as the guys step in and he presses for the lobby. "He's all bark and no bite. He was the one begging for this to happen!"
Evan smiles. "Yeah, I remember. So were you just trying to escape right now or are you actually trying to come with me?"
In that moment Dakota realizes that he's completely free, liberated from his depressing life with Trent, their despondent years together safely entombed at St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. He wraps his arms around Evan, pressing their lips together and darting his tongue into the guy's mouth as the elevator starts descending. They kiss for several blissful seconds before he gently pulls away.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Evan murmurs, digging his hands into Dakota's ass and hungrily kissing him again. The elevator dings, the door creaking open as their lips are still locked together. Evan finally retreats, letting his hands drop down.
Dakota feels slightly embarrassed seeing a straight couple in their 40s waiting by the door, but they're both grinning giddily. "You boys have a great night!" a woman says in a southern drawl.
"Y'all too!" Evan says like it's the most natural thing in the world, the guys starting to traverse the lobby. "I think I need another drink after living through that," Evan suggests. "You like to dance?"
"Trent never wanted to go," Dakota mumbles as they walk through the hotel's front doors.
Evan laughs. "Well, that asshole isn't here anymore, is he?" He starts leading the pair back toward the gay bars where the night had all begun. "He's not actually going to leave without you, is he?"
Dakota really wasn't sure. He'd never seen his ex-boyfriend look or sound so pissed off. "I doubt it," he concludes.
"I'll drive you back home if he does," Evan offers.
He looks uncertainly at the guy. "You know it's a seven hour trip, right?"
"You better make this worth my time then!" he says with a huge smirk.
They walk up to the bar that Dakota and Trent and first perused, a few people standing at the entrance now. "This place was dead earlier," Dakota worries.
Evan looks amused. "You've never been to NOLA before, have you? Trust me, the place across the street is the one that's dead now. Everyone is sloppy drunk and dancing the night away."
As soon as they're through the front door, Evan grips Dakota's hand, the music thumping louder than ever as he walks him over to a dance floor that's now overwhelmed with exuberant people. "Told you!" he yells over the music, pushing them into the middle of the crowd. They kiss again as the vibrant strobe lights flash, their bodies greedily grinding together even though Dakota had already gotten off. Evan is shameless about cupping Dakota's ass, squeezing his fingers longingly into the boy's shorts. "I'm a bottom but I still want to fuck you," he says into Dakota's ear, softly biting the lobe and lapping his tongue against it, Evan's hands rising to the boy's hips. "You haven't been fucked well in so long," he decides, their bodies pressed against each other as the bright lights flare again. "You've seen my dick. I'll make you forget that asshole exists!" he promises, shoving Dakota down to his crotch in front of the dozens of other people dancing.
As he's squatting down on the crowded floor, Dakota grips Evan's rock hard dick obviously bulging in his shorts, boldly rubbing his mouth against the protrusion before he raises up and eagerly kisses him. "Fuck me, Evan," he shouts over the music as he pulls away. "Make me forget that he exists!"
Evan is smiling cockily as they gyrate, their obvious erections kneading together through their shorts. He grips Dakota's head with both his hands, lifting it up so that he can lap his tongue across the boy's neck, beginning to suck on it violently. He presses Dakota's face back into his vision, boring into his eyes. "You ready to forget?" Evan asks. "I live three blocks away."
Dakota's hand instantly shifts from the guy's hip to his rock hard dick. "I'm ready," he begs. Fuck Trent. He didn't even want to dig his phone out of his pocket as he felt Evan grab his hand again and start to move them through the bodies packed tightly together on the dance floor. They never bother to get another drink.
"I can't believe that fucker's load is still in my ass!" Evan complains loudly as they hit the street. "He seemed like such a cool guy until he fucking exploded on you."
Trent had noticed the way they were fucking, Dakota knew. Seeing his ex-boyfriend passionately engage with another man after barely getting laid for the last six months, Trent recognized that he was witnessing an existential threat to the miserable status quo. "He saw how into each other we were," Dakota summarizes as Evan is leading him back to his apartment. "And he finally freaked out about it."
"Seeing that you could do better," Evan says. "You're better off without him. That's exactly what I'm going to tell you when we wake up together tomorrow."
His heart is warm imagining waking up to Evan in the morning. Even with his past buried in that graveyard mere blocks away, he didn't want to leave this place behind.
When they walk into Evan's apartment, Dakota sees exactly what he'd expected from a 28-year-old renting a place near the heart of Bourbon Street: a sparse space that's barely furnished, three doors against a back wall that separates a tiny kitchen and living room from the rest of the apartment. Evan grabs him as soon as they're through the door, shoving Dakota against it and launching his tongue into the boy's mouth.
"I'm a bottom," he growls when he breaks the kiss, "but that means I know exactly how to be a great fucking top." Evan grips handfuls of Dakota's ass again through his shorts. "We need to get these off of you right now."
Dakota sees his phone lighting up in his pocket as Evan begins to tear the shorts from his legs, but he doesn't care. There's nothing Trent could say that would bring him back to their stilted relationship now, as another hot guy is stripping him naked intent on fucking his ass. They weren't together anymore.
Evan pulls Dakota's shorts down right there in front of the door, taking his underwear with them, stripping his shoes off as he yanks the confining clothing past his feet. The guy leers at Dakota's face as he plunges his mouth down expertly around the hard dick jutting out from the boy's body. Evan sucks it skillfully, his tongue thrusting all over Dakota's sensitive head before he buries the whole length down his throat.
"Yeah, Evan!" Dakota yells too loudly, barely even caring if the guy has a roommate sleeping beyond one of the closed doors.
He milks Dakota's cock for a couple fantastic minutes, gradually disrobing as his works his mouth around it, giving him better oral pleasure than Trent ever had before he finally slips off. Evan strokes the spit-slicked rock hard dick in his hand as he gazes up. "I told you I was a bottom," he says proudly, noticing the mesmerized look on Dakota's face. "I think we need to move this to my room now." Evan springs up, his rigid eight inches pressing into Dakota's hard cock as they kiss intently again.
Evan tries to take control as soon as he shuts the bedroom door, but Dakota suddenly has other ideas. He pushes the guy into his bed, arranging Evan so that he's on all fours, his butt illuminated invitingly by the dim light pouring in from the window. Dakota spreads the soft mounds apart, plunging his face into Evan's wet ass and tasting the cum he'd planted there with his ex-boyfriend.
"I'm supposed to be fucking you!" the guy moans as Dakota's tongue is working against his hole.
He lifts his mouth away. "You will," he whispers. "As soon as we get rid of Trent." Dakota sees Evan's eyes go wide as he peers back.
"Are you asking me to push his cum out?"
"Just do it," Dakota urges, returning his tongue to the guy's smooth slit. "His load doesn't belong inside you."
"I'm so fucking glad I douched before I went out tonight," Evan mumbles. "You ready for this?"
Dakota positions his wet tip right underneath Evan's hole as an answer. The guy unleashes a deluge from his ass, the white cream streaming down his smooth crack and balls as Dakota's tongue struggles to lap all the semen up. They'd both busted a ton in Evan after spending months pent up. As Dakota finishes licking the seed off his sack, another fresh torrent of white jizz oozes out of his butt. He instantly runs his tongue back up along Evan's balls and hole, slurping that all down too. Dakota had never really been into swallowing cum before, but licking it out of Evan's ass is amazing, even if he was tasting Trent. At least this was the last time he ever would.
"This is actually pretty fucking hot," Evan murmurs as he's moaning contentedly with every touch of Dakota's tongue against his skin. "You like eating those big loads out of me, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm," he breathes into Evan's butt, another trickle of warm sperm spurting out, the smallest one yet, a few more beads following after, Dakota greedily consuming every drop.
"That's everything I can push out," Evan whispers.
With Trent excised, Dakota makes another slight adjustment to their plan, pulling his face from Evan's ass and looming over him, slapping his dick between the guy's wet cheeks.
Evan looks back over his shoulder, the desire obvious on his face. He wanted to feel Dakota's dick in his ass again. "You're not getting to roll over and fall asleep if you get off a second time, are you?" he asks, seeming torn.
Dakota smiles at him as he shoves the head of his cock into the slick crack, pressing himself through the guy's opening. "Not until you shoot your load in me," he answers, starting to sink his dick inside. Evan's hole is so much tighter than when Dakota had first first breached it, still wet with the remnants of two huge loads of cum, clamping down at first until it finally relaxes. Dakota feels Evan's walls eagerly parting as he glides his whole length in, quickly burying himself, his balls resting against the guy's skin once more.
"You feel so fucking good," Evan moans.
He grips Evan's hips, pulling a few inches of his dick out and gently pushing them back inside. "You feel incredible," he says softly. "I'm so glad I met you tonight." Dakota is so turned on he knows he's going to lose his second nut quickly if he fucks Evan hard. He keeps slowly stroking in and out.
"I'm glad I met you," Evan whispers back. "And I'm so happy that asshole isn't here anymore. I'm happy it's just us."
Dakota maintains his careful pace for a few minutes, savoring the pleasure while Evan quietly moans, until he knows he can't last much longer. He digs his fingers into the guy's skin, starting to fuck him harder. Evan's tightened hole is gripping down on his dick, his second orgasm already starting to build. He starts grunting loudly as his thrusts quicken, the pressure of Evan's silky insides pushing him over.
"Breed me, Dakota!" Evan yells, thrusting his ass back vigorously against the rock hard cock filling his hole. "Shoot your cum in me again!"
He squeezes the guy's hips harder as he slams his shaft into Evan's depths, halting as ecstatic pleasure overtakes him, Dakota's mouth gaping open to release another primal yell. He feels his engorged dick pumping burst after massive burst of seed into the guy's guts, amazed at the volume since he already felt empty. Dakota pants as his balls drain again, slowly pulling out when the streams of cum cease and breathlessly collapsing beside Evan.
Evan doesn't waste any time flipping over and climbing between Dakota's legs. "You need to rest a bit?" he asks.
"No," Dakota says immediately. He'd been wanting to feel that massive dick stretching his ass out ever since he'd first seen it and wrapped his hand around the thick length.
Evan looks almost depraved as he shoves Dakota's legs into the air and slides his body between them, his mammoth cock jutting against the younger guy's hairless taint. "Good, because I really didn't want to fucking wait to do this." He grabs underneath Dakota's knees, forcing his ass up higher into the air as he lowers his face down. He releases his hands, shifting them to spread Dakota's cheeks apart. "Fuck!" he hisses. "Look at that sweet hole!" His mouth disappears to the skin between Dakota's balls and ass, the spot his huge cock had briefly touched, his tongue gently lapping against it.
Dakota is already moaning as he feels Evan's wet tip creep further down his butt, sliding across the globes of his smooth ass, darting around his hole. The guy wraps his lips around the tight ring, starting to carefully suck against it as his tongue bravely presses into Dakota's slit. Evan is effortlessly lighting up nerve endings Dakota never knew existed, moaning urgently as he enjoys the new sensations.
"Bet I can fuck you better than he ever did," Evan challenges as his mouth lifts away. He raises back up, spitting into his hand and rubbing saliva all over his shaft, his wet length returning to Dakota's crack. He spits into his hand a final time, pulling his dick away to rub his slick fingers against Dakota's hole. Evan lifts a single finger back up to his mouth, looking down at the boy's face as he drenches it with spit. He takes it out, pressing the sopping digit into Dakota's opening.
He feels like a virgin as Evan's wet finger presses into his ass, the intense burning sensation overwhelming him. "Fuck!" Dakota yelps. He wants to beg Evan to take it out, but he knows the discomfort will pass.
The guy holds his barely inserted finger steady, waiting until Dakota's face seems calm. Then he starts to push it deeper inside. "You seriously feel like a fucking virgin," he whispers, smirking. "I can't wait to show you what you've been missing out on all this time."
Dakota feels him sliding the digit further, finally at ease when the assault stops. "Fuck me, Evan," he begs. "Shove that massive fucking dick in my ass right now!"
His green eyes are intent looking down at Dakota's face. "You think you're ready for it?"
"Fuck me!" Dakota repeats, desperate to have the guy's whole eight inches plunging into his hole.
Evan slips his finger out, gripping his cock and massaging the head against Dakota's tight opening. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he encourages. "You've needed this for so long."
Dakota braces himself, Evan's tip penetrating his ass. "Hold on!" he yells without even thinking about the words, the burning sensation overtaking him again. Even the head of the guy's dick is so much bigger than Trent's.
Evan lowers his face down to Dakota's, holding his dick steady, kissing the boy's lips again, pecking him several times before he pushes his tongue into Dakota's mouth. They make out with the same fiery passion they'd shared together all night.
"I'm ready," Dakota says when Evan breaks the kiss, looking into his beautiful eyes. His whole body feels calm, prepared for the intrusion that will spread his insides wider than ever before.
Evan lifts himself back up, his hands locking under Dakota's knees. The guy digs his cock a couple inches deeper, Dakota's hole greedily stretching around him, Evan's face intent with longing as he slides all eight inches of his girthy shaft into the boy's butt with a single stroke, burying himself to his short pubes.
"Oh god!" Dakota murmurs, grunting wildly and feeling completely overwhelmed. "Oh god, you're so fucking huge! That's the biggest dick I've ever taken in my life!"
The guy is grinning, holding himself steady as he stares into Dakota's dazed blue eyes. "I told you I'd make him feel like nothing." His thick shaft draws back, carefully pressing back into the boy's hole.
He knew he was ready for more. "Fuck me," Dakota moans. "Fuck my ass up!"
Evan starts to thrust into Dakota's butt more intensely, steadily withdrawing more of his rigid length and slamming it back into the boy's loosened hole. "You're a fucking cock hungry slut," he breathes. "You know how hard it is for most guys to swallow my dick up? You just did it like it was nothing! Fuck that guy!" Evan looks more ravenous than ever as he plows his thick shaft into Dakota's willing ass.
"I'm your slut!" Dakota screams. "Use my fucking ass!" He'd barely been penetrated in the past few months, but already Evan's dick felt better than Trent's ever had, his eight inches scraping sensitive places in Dakota's insides that had never been touched before. The pain and discomfort was a distant memory as the guy pistons his hungry shaft forcefully into Dakota's butt.
Sweat is starting to drip down Evan's brow as he violently fucks Dakota, the boy's impassioned moans growing more urgent with every stroke. "You want to take my fucking load?" Evan demands. "I haven't busted in a week! I'm going to fill your hole up!"
"I want your cum inside me!" Dakota yells as Evan shoves his shaft to the hilt, his huge head forcing its way even deeper into the recesses of Dakota's ass. "Dump your huge fucking load in my ass!" The guy is viciously reaming him, scraping Dakota's prostate with every thrust. He squeezes his butt against the huge length as it plunges powerfully in and out of his hole, desperate to feel Evan's load unleashing. Dakota already knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. They had days to spend hours fucking, but right now he needed Evan's load squirting into his guts.
Evan groans loudly as his cock pumps into Dakota's ass. "You're trying to suck it out of me!" he yells.
Dakota penetrates Evan's green eyes again, their gazes fixed together. "I need that fucking cum," he pleads. "I need you to pump that massive load inside me!" Dakota can see that the guy is hesitant to give it up, fixated on rocking Dakota's world and delivering the best fuck of his life. "You're so much better than Trent," Dakota moans. "You feel so much better than Trent."
The guy halts, biting his lip as they stare into each other.
"I need you," Dakota pleads. "Fuck me all fucking day tomorrow. I need your cum in my ass right now!"
Evan's face scrunches up as he begins to heartily slam Dakota's depths again. "We don't even have to leave this room," he grunts. "We'll pound each other all day long when we wake up." His thrusts grow more intense and forceful than ever, Dakota's open ass easily swallowing everything.
"All fucking day," he says back. "I want my hole lubed up with your cum all fucking day!" The guy suddenly unleashes a vicious intensity Dakota had never known in his two years of having sex with Trent, Evan's thick dick relentlessly battering the boy's insides, sawing violently in and out.
"I'm going to dump a huge fucking load into your ass," Evan growls, his eyes manic. "You want that, Dakota? You want me to pump all my boys up into your guts?"
Dakota can barely answer as the guy's massive shaft is hammering into his guts. "Give me your fucking cum, Evan!"
Evan freezes with his eight inches buried to the hilt in Dakota's butt, his eyes rolling back into his head as he ferociously vents a desperate roar. "Fuck! Fuck! Take my fucking load!" His fingers are pressing hard into Dakota's skin as a whole week of seed cascades out of his balls, warmth enveloping Dakota's insides. "God damn," Evan says with a soft slap against Dakota's cheek. "God damn! Where have you been all my life?" The guy lets his dick slip out, both of them groaning before he collapses next to the boy.
Dakota can barely form words as their bodies combine together, the huge volume of freshly deposited semen desperate to pour out from his hole. He can only smile.
"You're a fucking...power bottom," the guy mumbles, barely able to keep his eyes open. "Just like me. How did you put up with that bullshit for so long? You should be getting your ass plowed every single night!"
"I don't know," Dakota whispers. "But you were right, I'm definitely regretting wasting all that time now." He pecks Evan's lips a final time, the guy still breathless, his head sinking deeper into a pillow.
Evan strokes Dakota affectionately. "We still have a few days to start making up for that," he whispers weakly.
"Yeah," Dakota says hopefully, letting his head sink into a pillow too, totally content lying there with Evan.
Within a minute Evan is snoring, Dakota's mind suddenly swimming in the warm buzz of alcohol again. He realizes he's exhausted too, his eyelids drooping shut. Consciousness quickly recedes as Dakota drifts off to sleep, Evan's massive load still planted deep inside his ass.
Waking up horribly hungover in Evan's bed, Dakota's eyes struggling against the bright sunlight streaming into the room, he vividly remembers everything that had transpired the night before. He has no regrets, no urge to bolt up and grab his phone to see what Trent might have said. Instead Dakota looks over at the beautiful man sleeping next to him, feeling even more attracted to him seeing his body lit up in the natural light. He wraps his arms around the guy, Evan's breath halting for a second before he starts peacefully exhaling again.
Dakota was free and genuinely happy for the first time in recent memory, his eyelids drooping closed again as he nestles his face into Evan's warm neck, quickly falling back asleep as he imagines the day ahead.