Our Sons First College Apartment:
Chapter 8: Cell Block Aftermath
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Chapter 8: Cell Block Aftermath
Part 1: Wake Up Call
"Oh, Fuck." Jake mumbled as he slowly emerged from the mental fog of sleep. His dreams had been a jumble of bits and pieces from the night before. He'd dreamed of Cell Block all night. As he slowly gained consciousness, he wasn't completely sure what had actually happened and what had been a dream.
In the dream that he woke from, he had been fucking Aaron behind the bar. Brandon was cleaning glasses right next to them and not paying any attention. Jake kept grunting louder and louder in an attempt to get Brandon's attention, but he kept his focus on his after bar-time chores. He was getting closer and closer to cumming when the fog began to lift, and he saw the ceiling of his bedroom. His dick felt amazing though. He felt himself thrust up into a warm, wet hole. He glanced down, expecting to see Aaron's smooth, round ass and instead saw a mass of blonde hair across his belly. Whoever was sucking his cock knew what they were doing.
Jake's brain filed through all of the possibilities. Had he been to the sorority house? Was this some random girl that he'd brought home? The last thing he remembered was getting into Aaron's car. He thought he'd have remembered a detour to a house party.
The blonde's mouth suddenly bottomed out on his boner and their tongue swirled around the base and then pulled up while sucking hard. Jake felt precum drain from his cock. His balls tingled. Then he remembered that Dylan had gotten in Aaron's back seat as well. He remembered Dylan putting his hand on Jake's thigh and sliding it down underneath until his forearm pressed against Jake's bulge. He remembered how quickly his cock had gotten stiff as a board in his jeans. Jake wanted to fuck. He'd been so horny to fuck ever since Brett had left him in the apartment after filling his ass with a load. Why wouldn't Brett let him do it? It was only fair. It was his turn. He was done being Brett's bitch. 'Fuck Brett if he wasn't going to play fair', Jake thought.
Then he remembered Dylan turning his head and looking at Jake in the moonlight that shone through the back window of the car. Jake knew that look. He'd seen it many times. Girls and guys that thought he was beautiful all had a certain look in their eyes - a certain look of a puppy dog crush - mixed with lust. Jake loved that look. It gave him confidence. It made him feel desired. It made him feel in control. It made him hard as a rock.
He did nothing but smirk and that was enough for Dylan to lean in and press his lips to Jake's. They were soft with just the right amount of moisture. He felt Dylan's tongue press through into his mouth, searching for his tongue to play with. It reminded Jake of Eric's mouth. Eric had big, full lips that were soft as silk. He was good at kissing. Lana was lucky. Jake's cock surged even more and he had to reach down to adjust him prick inside his jeans. He felt Eric's tongue swirling around with his own as they made out in front of the bachelor party, grinding their crotches together and moaning into each other's mouths. He was so horny now. The entire night had been s series of one horny movement after another. Even though he'd released a load with Eric, it hadn't been enough. He needed to cum again. He had needed to cum for hours, and one quickie load wasn't enough.
Dylan was a great kisser. He was better than Eric - better than Aaron - not quite better than Brett, but Jake wasn't sure that was because Brett was actually a better kisser of because Jake just couldn't get enough of Brett's mouth. Fuck Brett if Brett wasn't willing to play fair. He had a willing admirer right here who was a great kisser and he was cute - not in the way, Jake usually liked - certainty not in the way Brett was hot - but Dylan was cool. He was his own self. He didn't care what anyone thought. He looked and dressed exactly like he wanted and that confidence was its own kind of hot.
Dylan moved his hand up to Jake's bulge. He moaned as he felt how hard Jake was.
"I wanna suck your cock." Dylan whispered in Jake's ear and then brushed his lips down the side of Jake's neck, making shivers run down his arm.
"Nobody's stopping you." Jake whispered back. He scooted down in the seat and spread his legs, pushing his stiff rod further into Dylan's hand. Dylan found Jake's balls and squeezed them gently before unzipping Jake's fly and pulling the front of his jeans open.
Jake raised his hips off the seat and pulled both his jeans and boxer trunks down all the way to his ankles. His boner slapped back up against his abs as he spread his legs even further apart. Dylan moaned again as his palm brushed along the tiny blonde hairs that lined Jake's inner thighs until he cupped Jake's smooth low hangers and felt more tiny hairs on his taint.
"What's going on back there?" Aaron said from the front seat as he glanced back at the two of them in the rearview mirror. Brandon was in the passenger seat and turned his head just in time to see Dylan lower his head into Jake's lap. Jake caught Brandon's eye and gave him a devilish grin as he put his left hand on top of Dylan's blonde head. Dylan's shoulder-length, blonde hair completely covered Jake's crotch as he began to slowly bob up and down.
"Fuck yeah." Jake said, looking right into Brandon's eyes and then closed them as he embraced the pleasure of the blowjob. Brandon finally turned back to glare at Aaron as if to ask, 'are you seeing this shit?'
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Jake remembered how good Dylan was at sucking cock last night because it was the same mouth sucking him out of his dream state.
The night suddenly all came back to him: the dancing, the cages, the crowd cheering for him, the private party, Eric, Eric's mouth, Eric's boner, Eric's jizz, Eric freaking out and leaving, what happened after.
Part 2: What Happened After
"Bro, where are you going?" Jake yelled after Eric when he'd picked up his jockstrap and singlet off the floor and left the private party room buck naked, holding those clothes in front of him.
Jake stood there, stunned and looked at Grant in the back of the room. Grant had seen a lot of things go down at Cell Block but watching a roomful of guys all jerking off as they watched two go-go boys make out, naked while grinding against one another until they blew their own loads on each other was a new one. Grant's expression was a mixture of shock and confusion. He just shrugged at Jake.
Jake looked out into his small audience. He liked that they were all still staring at him, still in various stages of their masturbatory activity - some were jerking faster, some still just casually stroking, two guys in the back had lost control and were cleaning themselves up in the back. Jake reached down and milked the last of his load from his still half-hard cock and brought his hand to his mouth so he could slurp up the pool of white jizz from the soft spot between his thumb and index finger where it had pooled. He made a dramatic scene of licking his fingers as if he'd just finished fried chicken. The guys cheered for him. He felt blood rush back to his dick making it stick straight out at them.
The groom placed his palm back on the head of the guy who had been servicing him who had stopped to watch the action but was still on his knees. The groom's hand slowly guided the guy back to his cock. The guy quickly took the hint and happily went back to blowing him. Within a few seconds it was clear he too was unloading into the guy's mouth, who took it without missing a beat. Jake continued to stroke himself as he watched, knowing it was the show he and Eric had just put on that pushed the groom over the edge.
The best man stepped forward and tapped his stiff rod on the guy's cheek. As soon as he'd made certain he'd emptied the groom's balls completely, he pulled off and immediately took the best man's bone in his mouth as well. The room was now watching this action instead and Jake released his dick and looked around for the thong and red booty shorts. They'd only been in the room for about forty-five minutes. Not a bad a hourly rate, he thought to himself. He turned and bent at the waist to retrieve his clothes from floor, intentionally showing off the matted golden hairs that lined his sweaty ass crack as he showed off his butt plug tail to the room as a final gesture. He heard a guy grunt and saw, upside down from between his legs, one of the party boys launch his load three or four feet in front of him. Jake stood and turned just in time to watch the guy shake his deflating prick to expel his final ropes so as not to stain the dress pants that had simply been unzipped to allow his boner to poke through the fly.
Jake stepped into his thong and shorts, fishing the tail through the open hole in the back and then swung the small red vest over his shoulders. Grant left the music playing and walked to the front of the room. "Show's over, Boys!" He yelled over the EDM.
"What'da ya mean?!" It was supposed to be an hour?" One of the guys yelled back.
"You saying you didn't get your money's worth?" Grant responded, smirking at the guy, who blushed and fell silent. "We good?" Grant added to the best man, who was now also wiping off the end of his dick with a cocktail napkin before putting it back in his pants. He nodded.
"I'm not tipping though. That was short." The best man said. "Sweet...but short."
"Looks like it did the trick though." Grant said, laughing. "But that's fair. You have the room til 2:00. I'll send the waiter back in. Try not to make any more...mess."
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"Where's Eric?" Jake said to Aaron, who was back on his bar stool.
"He took an Uber home." Aaron said. "He was pretty freaked out. What the fuck happened in there?"
"We put on a great show for those guys." Jake said. Aaron rolled his eyes, understanding he wasn't going to get a straight answer out of Jake - at least not now.
"So...you headed over to Brett's room after you're done?" Aaron asked, smirking. Aaron and Brandon were the only ones that knew about their little rendezvous.
"Fuck off." Jake said, annoyed that Aaron knew about them.
Aaron shrugged. "It seems like a waste not to take advantage of your...situation back there." He said, referring to the fact that his asshole will be nice and relaxed after a night with a butt plug.
"Didn't I say, 'fuck off'?" Jake responded, without any humor. Aaron laughed instead.
"Well, somebody needs to take advantage of it." Aaron said.
"Maybe I'll ask Brandon." Jake said, looking directly at Brandon's perfect bubble butt, filling out the seat of his tight jeans as if it was about to rip the seams apart. "It might actually fit now." He added referring to Brandon's girth and reminding Aaron of the days, back in high school, when they fooled around with Aaron at the gym when he was still just an undergrad in their college town.
Jake struck a nerve. He could see it on Aaron's face. Aaron liked to pretend those days never happened now that he and Brandon were a couple. Aaron had never been one to have a jealous streak, but he'd also never been love - and never been with someone who looked like Captain America. It wasn't above Jake to try something with Brandon just to fuck with Aaron. They had always been oddly competitive with each other. Aaron was comforted by the knowledge that Brandon thought Jake was an immature dick and while he'd admired Jake physically back in the day, when he'd first been exploring his sexuality in the gym's locker room, he was immune to Jake's charm.
"You'll have better luck out there." Aaron said, nodding toward the crowd dismissively. "You should get back out there. There's an empty cage. That never happens. Go make some more cash." Jake turned to look at the empty cage. It was inviting him back. He was surprised to see Jordan dancing. He hadn't considered the ramifications of deserting the cages for the private party. He was also surprised at how hot Jordan was, at least from a distance - and without speaking. He was a good dancer. Jake suddenly felt competitive.
Jake walked up to the DJ booth. He smiled at Dylan. It was genuine smile, not one that was intended on accomplishing something. Dylan looked up and looked surprised for a second but then smiled back. The music was booming. He mouthed, 'what's up?'
Jake leaned over the half-height wall around the DJ booth, sticking his nose into Dylan's straight blonde hair that covered his ears and neck. "I'm back in the cage I guess." He yelled into Dylan's ear to be heard over the music.
"Ok" Dylan responded into Jake's ear. He could smell Dylan's minty breath on his neck and feel the tiny stubble of Dylan's face against his own which surprised him and made him seem more masculine that his attire eluded to. Jake moved his right hand up to Dylan's exposed shoulder. He was wearing a multicolored crocheted tank top that also exposed a couple of inches of his midriff. Dylan's shoulder felt toned, another surprise. Jake casually slid his hand down to Dylan's bicep which was also more muscular and defined that it had appeared from distance when all Jake noted was that Dylan seemed lanky and effeminate in his outfit.
"Can I get my last spotlight dance?" Jake asked, making sure to brush his lips against Dylan's jawline. His lips felt the tiny bristles of facial hair. Jake felt his balls tingle and his cock jump a little. He casually moved his right hand down Dylan's side until it reached the exposed skin at Dylan's waist. Jake continued to run the back of his hand along the top of Dylan's white satin pants until he felt the tiny hairs of his happy trail. He gently moved his index finger up and down along the line of fuzz until he felt Dylan shudder slightly and pull away. Dylan looked Jake in the eyes as if searching for his motivation. His expression was simply expectant as if he'd been unaware of his hand's actions; he was just waiting for Dylan's response. Dylan felt the same stirring in his groin as well. Jake noticed the slight expansion as white satin leaves nothing to the imagination. "Can you help me out? I know it's sort of out of order, but I need the cash." Jake said pulling Dylan's ear back to his mouth.
Now it was Dylan's turn to put his hand on Jake's bare shoulder. It was far more muscular - and sweaty. Dylan thought he smelled the faint scent of semen, which didn't make sense to him but sent more blood to his groin. He stepped closer to the wall so his growing erection wasn't visible. "What song do you want?"
"You have to pick." Jake said. "Make it a good one." Then he grabbed Dylan's hand from his shoulder and held it to his bare, sweaty chest in the opening between the sides of his red satin vest. "I trust you." Then Jake released Dylan's hand and turned and walked away without even finding out the name of the song. Jake knew he would know it when he heard it. Dylan just stood at the half-height wall, pressing his hard cock against the wood panel as he watched Jake's beautiful bubble ass shift from side to side in his red satin short as he walked away.
"Fuck." Dylan whispered to himself. He knew after watching Jake in the green room for one minute that he was an opportunistic charmer, but his charms had worked. Dylan wanted to believe that was flirting and that it was for real even though someone as hot as Jake was out of his league. He mentally reviewed all of his devilish song in the files in his brain and quickly settled on a remixed version of AC/DC's Highway To Hell which was always a crowd pleaser even with Gen Z, but would get extra love from the Oder reunion crowd.
Jake knew immediately it was his song from the first guitar riff and pounding snare drum. There was no announcement, but the room went dark and the spotlight found him at the back bar standing next to Aaron's stool. Jake smiled big, grabbed his tail to prevent random guys from pulling on it, and made his way through the crowd to the empty cage.
Aaron and Brandon looked at each other and smiled and shook their heads. Jake pulled out all the stops. He climbed up the outside of the cage and stood on top, then he hung upside down from the top bars, inside and jerked off his tail, pretending to blow himself by sucking on the pointed arrowhead at the end. He stood with his legs together and slowly dropped his satin shorts down to reveal his round ass cheeks. He turned around and pulled the front down and lodged his waistband under his balls, making the red satin pouch of his G-string bulge out and then he thrust his hips, making his fat bulge flop around as the crowd cheered. Finally, he slid his booty shorts down to his feet and stepped out of them and danced his just his G-string and tail, groping himself lewdly until it was obvious to the crowd that he had made himself semi-hard. He ended by pulling down the front of the G-string to show off the lightning bolt shaved into his golden boy bush only just those close to the base of the cage could see that feature.
The spotlight's focus returned to the largest disco ball in the center of the ceiling and the crowd roared their approval. "He went out with a bang." Aaron yelled to Brandon.
"He's gonna have 'em lined up to see the gun at bar time." Brandon said, smirking. "Where's Eric? Why don't he go back out there?"
"He went home. Something happened. Not sure exactly what. We'll have to get the full story from him in the morning, I think. Jake's being all vague about it." Aaron said. "Have I told you what a great ass you have?" Brandon smiled and turned slightly to shake his meaty backside at him and went back to the next guy in line.
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Part 3: Back at the Apartment
Aaron unlocked the door and then turned to put his finger to his lips. Brandon entered behind him, grabbing his ass as he did. Dylan followed and then Jake. They left the lights off. There was plenty of ambient light from outside to allow them to see everything in the room. Aaron and Brandon tossed their jackets on the recliner and made a bee line to their room without saying goodnight. Jake tossed his jacket on top of theirs and started for his room on the opposite side of the living room. Dylan followed him.
"What are you doing?" Jake said, with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
"What do you mean?" Dylan asked, smiling.
"I thought you were here to be their plaything tonight?" Jake said. Dylan looked confused.
"Aaron and Brandon?" Dylan asked as if that hadn't been clear, but as if it was equally ridiculous. Dylan had never once seen Brandon leave with anyone since he'd been with Aaron. He assumed they were completely monogamous. It was a sad point of discussion amongst the staff at the club since everyone lusted after Brandon.
"They do that." Jake said, reading Dylan's mind. Dylan was still appropriately skeptical.
"Um...no." Dylan said, whispering now outside of Jake's open doorway. "I thought...we were...I mean..." he trailed off, becoming increasingly bewildered at how he could have misinterpreted things. "I thought you were....we were..." Dylan paused. Jake scowled. "I thought you were a bottom. You had that plug in all night. I thought..."
"I'm not anybody's bottom bitch." Jake said, harshly. "It was a tail. It was for the costume." He added, condescendingly, as if every guy would happily shove a butt plug in their ass just to add a tail to their devil costume, like those came with every devil costume at Party City.
"So...you're a top." Dylan said. "That's cool. I'm vers. I'm good with whatever you wanna do." His mouth smiled but his eyes were nervous.
"I'm not anything." Jake said. He didn't like this - didn't like not being in control of this situation. He really had thought Dylan was in the car to be a boy toy for Aaron and Brando. He'd been a little jealous. He saw how well Dylan and Aaron got along. They seemed close. Dylan was obviously not a threat to Brandon; it was the perfect situation for them. Jake had let things get out of hand in the back seat so Aaron would know Dylan wanted him and couldn't stop himself.
"What are you talking about?" Dylan said, still smiling but with a very confused look in his eyes. "We made out in the car. You let me....you let me blow you for fuck's sake. And you were hard as a steel pipe." His smiled disappeared. Only confusion remained. "I thought we...you know...had a connection."
Jake suddenly felt like an asshole and that was rare. There HAD been a connection. It had started as friendly competition when he saw how tight Dylan and Aaron were, but there was something there - all night long. Dylan had gotten in the car and got things going because he DID want Jake and couldn't help himself. He was punching above his weight, of course, and obviously very excited about it. Suddenly Jake felt in control again.
"Well...I'm pretty horny." Jake said, giving Dylan his devilish smile. Eric was at Lana's, probably pounding the shit of her to prove to himself that what happened in the private party room had been an aberration. That made Jake smirk, which made his declaration seem more playful to Dylan. Leo didn't appear to be home either. His date must have gone so well, he'd gotten invited back to her place. Jake realized he was in the clear to let this happen. Dylan smiled back, suddenly less nervous and confused.
"That was a LOT tonight." Jake added.
"You were amazing." Dylan said and let his eyes run down Jake's body. Jake had already taken his shirt off and there was a bulge tenting the front of his jeans. Dylan reached out and ran the back of his fingers along Jake's happy trail just like Jake had done to him earlier. He watched the tent get bigger. He resisted groping it. He wanted a green light.
"Thank you. It was my first time." Jake said, proudly like he'd just naturally had beginner's luck.
"The first time is always special."
"I'll definitely always remember it."
"I'd kinda like to see that lightning bolt again." Dylan said. He was now tenting his pants too, which was very obvious in the white satin. Jake reached down and ran his index finger along the smooth, silky fabric over what was obviously Dylan erection. It was longer than he'd expected. Long and lanky, just like the rest of him.
"I'd kinda like to fuck you." Jake replied.
"Kinda?"
"Ok...more than, 'kinda'. I really need to fuck. I need to fucking pound something hard tonight after that." Jake said.
"I can see that." Dylan said and moved his hand down to Jake's stiff rod behind the denim. "Fuck." Dylan whispered as his hand felt Jake's girth.
"You gonna be able to take it?" Jake asked.
"Yes." Dylan said, unable to bring his eyes back up to Jake's face. He couldn't take his eyes off Jake's torso.
"Yes, what?" Jake asked. That made Dylan look up. He furrowed his brow as if not understanding the question. His response had seemed clear and definitive.
"Yes...what?" Jake repeated himself.
"Um...Yes, Sir? Yes, Please?" Dylan responded. His mouth was smiling again but his eyes still looked confused. "Yes, I can take your beautiful steel pipe deep up my ass for you tonight...right now?"
"The correct response is, 'D'...all of the above." Jake said and he leaned in and kissed Dylan's soft lips again, moaning at finally giving himself permission to release his desire now that he was fully in control again.
Dylan looked as if he'd just been handed the keys to a Porsche. He wrapped his arms around Jake and felt his body against his. He reached down and grabbed Jake's ass through the denim and moaned again, betraying his desire to have done that all night. He shoved both hands down the back of Jake's jeans, under his boxer briefs, and moaned again into Jake's mouth as his palms felt the tiny golden hairs on his firm glutes. They felt even better than Dylan had imagined.
Then Dylan broke their kiss and took a step back and began to fumble with Jake's jeans, trying with urgent desperation to get them undone, making the simple task into something more difficult. Jake smirked and returned the gesture by reaching down to cup his hand under the soft satin bulge, searching for Dylan's balls. He found them in the tight briefs underneath. They were also bigger than he'd expected. His sack filled Jake's right hand as he enjoyed the feeling of rubbing back and forth over the silky fabric. His fingers slid further down between Dylan's legs until they were aligned with the location of Dylan's pucker. Jake lifted up, making Dylan stand on his tip toes as his balls rested on Jake's forearm. Jake pushed his hand hard into Dylan's crack and felt no more tight briefs - just Dylan's bare ass cheeks beneath the satin. He smiled when he realized it was a thong. Of course: Dylan would never have wanted the visible lines of underwear showing through the seamless satin where every line would telegraph through.
Jake removed his hand from between Dylan's legs, groping his ball sack again on the way out, and pulled Dylan close to him so he could reach around to grab his narrow little swimmer's ass through the satin. His little globes were fun to play with under the soft fabric, but he was impatient. He returned Dylan's move and shoved his hands down the back of Dylan's pants. His middle finger expertly catching the top of the cord just below his waistband. He pulled the cord out of Dylan's crack as his finger made its way down around the bend to the underside of Dylan's smooth cheeks. Then Jake slid his other middle finger down the empty crevice until he found Dylan's pucker. He smiled as he felt the tiny hairs between Dylan's cheeks. His little pucker was as smooth and silky as his satin pants. Jake's cock surged as he felt the entrance he wanted in so badly. He ground against Dylan's crotch, sliding easily back and forth against Dylan's stiff cock. They moaned and began to make out feverishly.
Jake pulled off Dylan's cropped tank top of multicolored crocheted squares that looked like it had been fashioned from his grandmother's potholders or throw blanket. Then Jake put it on himself. He kept his arms up over his head, showing off his curly golden arm pits and began to dance again, swirling his hips around and bumping up against Dylan's stiff rod. "I wish I'd had this to dance in." Jake said, playfully. Dylan looked confused as nothing could have been more appropriate than the devil costume. "Then I could have watched your naked chest in the DJ booth."
Dylan blushed and smiled and fell against Jake as if he were melting. Jake undid Dylan's pants and watched them fall to the floor. Then Jake dropped to a squat with his knees wide apart and pulled Dylan's white thong to the floor so he could step out of them. Jake was wearing plaid Tommy John boxer briefs and his curved boner poked through the horizontal fly when he'd spread his legs. Dylan glanced down and saw Jake's cock head, glistening with precum right before Jake wrapped his fist around Dylan's slender seven inches and sucked his long, arrow-shaped cock head into his mouth.
"OOOoooohhh, god!!!" Dylan moaned loudly at the pleasure. He instantly knew all of Jake's straight- but-curious-boy posturing was bullshit. There was no way for Jake to hide his skill at cock sucking. It was clear he was no amateur. His years of taking Aaron's monster tool in high school and made it too easy for him to quickly deep throat Dylan's prick to the base where his lack of girth made it easy for Jake to swirl his tongue around and use his throat to maximize Dylan's pleasure. "Holy FUCK!!" He added between moans.
Jake played with Dylan's nice-sized tanks as he sucked, letting his copious spit coat his hand enough to slide his fucker finger up into Dylan's crack and work its way into his soft pucker. Dylan moaned again and spread his legs and bent his knees in encouragement. Jake had one finger in all the way to his hand and was sliding it in and out. He pulled out and spit on his hand and went back in with two fingers instead.
"OOOHHHH....F U CK!!!" Dylan moaned loud enough that Eric would have heard if he'd been home.
"Fuck me." Dylan whispered through his moans.
Jake pulled off. "What?"
"I said, 'Fuck Me'...please. Do it."
Jake reached down and hooked his thumb into the horizontal fly and pulled it down under his sack so his stiff cock and balls hung out exposed. He put his hands on Dylan's waist and lifted him up as he stood. Dylan wrapped his legs around Jake's waist and hooked his heels into Jake's ass cleavage and wrapped his arms around Jake's neck to hold himself up.
Jake biceps bulged but he easily held the weight of Dylan's lanky swimmer's build. He moved his hands down to hold one of Dylan's ass cheeks in each hand and slowly spread them apart. He worked his fingers into Dylan's crack and played with his wet pucker with each middle finger. He felt Dylan flexing his anus, ready for entry. He lined up his cock head and bounced Dylan's pucker on his slippery head a few times, teasing him.
"Fuck Me!! C'mon!!" Dylan begged and pushed out with his hole to accept Jake velvety head inside.
"Ooooohhh Fuuuucck!" Jake said as Dylan's pucker closed around his shaft just under the ridge of his head. They let gravity do the rest until Jake had slid completely inside Dylan. Dylan's stiff boner was drooling boy juice on to Jake's abs. He leaned in and kissed Jake again and they started making out as Jake slowly lifted Dylan's ass cheeks so that his hole was sliding up and down on his shaft. They both spent a few minutes slowly bouncing in heaven.
Dylan's weight was beginning to wear on Jake's arms. He wondered if Eric fucked Lana like this and if his massive guns were able to sustain this position longer. He walked the two of them over to the wall and fucked Dylan hard against it for another few more minutes.
"We need more lube." Dylan said between grunts.
"You're about to get some." Jake grunted in response and began to jack hammer Dylan's back against the wall, making enough noise that Aaron and Brandon could hear the rhythmic thumping from their bed.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHUUMMPPHHH!!!!!" Jake grunted loudly as he erupted inside Dylan's hole. Jake's hips slammed up as he let go just enough for gravity to push him just a little deeper up Dylan's ass as his last jets shot up inside. Jake felt his own semen begin to ooze out around his shaft and coat his balls. He was suddenly aware that he still has his underwear on. He gave one more hard thrust and put his head on Dylan's shoulder still holding him up against the wall. "There's your lube."
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"Jesus H." Brandon said, pulling off Aaron's cock for a second. They had been lying head to toe on their sides, blowing each other in a comfortable sixty-nine. "Can you hear that?"
"Yeah. It's hot as fuck." Aaron said, also pulling his mouth off Brandon's girthy prick. "That didn't take 'em long." Brandon laughed. "What?"
"Didn't take us long either." Brandon smirked. They both laughed but then stopped when the banging got even louder. "Goddamn."
"No shit." Aaron said, still casually stroking his boyfriend's thick boner. "Somebody's horny over there."
"Which one is hornier?" Brandon said.
"Yeah. Good question." Aaron said. "I still wanna know what happened in that party room."
"Didn't Grant say?"
"No. All he'd say was it was crazy." Aaron replied.
"And you're sure you smelled nut on Jake after?"
"Pretty sure. I'm pretty familiar with it." Aaron said. Brandon shot him a serious look. He interpreted Aaron's comment to mean he had a lot of experience with Jake's semen in particular which was a bit of a sore spot between even though Brandon had messed around with Jake in their hometown gym as well, but Aaron had spent years messing around with Jake and Brandon couldn't help but be a little jealous even though he had nothing to worry about. Aaron read his mind.
"I meant cum in general. Not Jake's, specifically. I can't tell one guy's jizz from another. Can you?" Aaron said acting like Brandon's concern was ridiculous - because it was.
"I'm surprised he's that ready to go again if he got off in that party room." Brandon said.
"I'm not." Aaron said and then realized that wasn't making things better with Brandon. "I mean, he was probably just jerking off. You know how he loves a group thing. He probably instigated some circle jerk and the thrill of it got him off. You know that's not the same kinda nut. That would have just made him hornier. That's probably why Eric left. He probably wanted no part of that shit."
"Eric doesn't seem like a prude when it comes to a little group jerk off session." Brandon said.
"That's with us. It's different. We've been doing it since junior high. Not with fucking strangers. No wonder he was freaked out." Aaron said.
"Maybe it wasn't his jizz." Brandon said, still fixated on Jake being so horny again now.
"You're a perv." Aaron laughed. "You think that room got so crazy that some random party dude just shot his load right on Jake?"
"Are you saying that's not in the realm of possibility with him?" Brandon doubled down.
"I guess anything's possible. It was crazy enough that Grant's keeping it to himself." Aaron said. "He's really a professional." Brandon nodded. Then they heard the loud rhythmic thudding again.
"Who's fucking who?" Brandon asked. "Dylan must be thinking he won the fuckin' lottery." Now it was Aaron's turn to give Brandon a jealous look.
"Whom." Aaron said. Brandon rolled his eyes and put Aaron's big dong back in his mouth. Then they heard Jake's guttural grunt from across the apartment and through two closed doors.
"Mother. Fucker!" Brandon said, pulling off and laughing.
"I guess we know who was doing the fucking." Aaron said and they both laughed hard before going back down on each other. They were both just a little bit harder.
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"Damn." Jake said, breathing hard. "That was so good."
"That was hot." Dylan said. "You're still hard. That's so hot."
"I'm gonna stay that way. I've got more fucking to do. I can feel it." Jake said. He lifted Dylan up by his ass cheeks again and walked them both over to the bed where he laid Dylan down and climbed up on top of him. "You still need more lube?"
"Nope. I think yours is gonna cover it." Dylan said, smiling.
"I'd like to cover you with it." Jake said, smiling back.
"Go for it. You'll have to pull out next time."
"And miss the best part?" Jake said. "I never understood porn. I mean, I guess I do. No one wants to just watch someone's cum face and not see the eruption, but cumming deep inside a pussy is the best part."
"You do it however you want." Dylan said, still smiling.
"You're not too sore?" Jake said, being unusually considerate even though he could tell the answer was, 'no'.
"I can take it." Dylan said and spread his legs and started stroking his boner.
"You're pretty cute behind all that hair." Jake said. He was a stranger to giving compliments. It occurred to him that he couldn't even remember that last time he'd paid someone one without their being an ulterior motive. It had just come out. Jake bent down and sucked on Dylan's cock again, enjoying the taste of the sweet boy juice that had been dripping out onto his trimmed, dark brown bush - another surprise; he had expected Dylan to be completely shaved for some reason to match the androgynous fashion statement.
"Thank you." Dylan said. "That feels awesome. Don't stop."
"You're not cumming until my dick's in your ass again." Jake said, looking up from Dylan's groin. he licked the precum from his cock head again and swallowed him to the base.
"Oh, Fuck. That's so good!" Dylan said again. It was like he was dreaming. This was even better than he'd fantasized as he'd watched Jake Dance in the cage.
"Ok. Time for round two." Jake said and reached down between his legs and shoved his middle and ring fingers together into Dylan's boy cunt. "Ah...Yes! So fuckin' slippery!" Then he pulled his hand away and thrust his hard cock into the hole. Dylan grunted and moaned as he arched his back to accept the entire length of Jake's curved boner. "You feeling that lightning bolt now, Blondie?"
"Uh huh!" Dylan moaned his approval. "Fuck me hard. Make me cum."
"If that's what you want." Jake smirked and laid down on top of Dylan's chest and began to thrust hard, over and over again, both of them grunting and moaning. Sweat began to drip off Jake's forehead onto Dylan's cheek and neck. Jake licked it off as it ran down Dylan's jaw line. Jake buried his face against Dylan's neck and continued to pound his cock hard inside. "Fuck, YES! Fuck...YES!!"
"Oh...god. Fuck! Oh my god. This is awesome! So awesome!" Dylan moaned. "You're gonna make me cum. I'm getting close."
"Do it!" Jake grunted into Dylan's ear. "Lemme feel you nut!"
"Oh, Yes! Yes! YES! YEESSS!!!" Dylan moaned as he felt his balls tighten and his cock began to spasm, shooting ropes of hot jizz up on his stomach and chest between them as they writhed, their sweaty bodies mashing together.
"Oh fuck! That's it. That's it...I love that feeling! I love it when that hole grips me hard!! So tight! I can feel your fucking hole working my cock. Fuck, yeah!!" Jake moaned as he continued to thrust in time with the spasms of Dylan's tight little sphincter. Then he pulled out. He'd just cum. He needed a little more. "Flip over! I need to do you doggie!" He barked and grabbed Dylan's hips and turned his body around so that he was on his belly. Then he grabbed him at the tops of his thighs and pulled him up onto his knees. Dylan's legs spread wider and Jake sat up on his knees. He pushed Dylan's knees even further apart and pushed down on his ass until he was at the right level to reinsert his prick. He pulled Dylan backwards and he simultaneously shoved his cock back inside. He bottomed out, sliding through his own cum load. "Fuck! YES!!"
Dylan raised his body up on his elbows and began to back up against Jake's pelvis, twerking his hips to maximize Jake's pleasure. "Fuck me. Harder! I wanna feel you nut!"
"Damn, Bro! You know how to get fucked!" Jake grunted and put his hands behind his head and thrust in the same rhythm as Dylan's hips. "That's it...work it! Work my fuckin' cock!!" He kept thrusting. Dylan's cum was still draining from his deflecting cock, ropes decorating Jake's bedspread and eventually just dangling from his piss slit. "Here it comes! Fuck! Yeah!! Oh my god!! I'm gonna....OOOOOOOHHHHGGGHHH!!!"
Jake's orgasm hit harder than the first one. His whole body shivered as the waves of pleasure coursed through him. When it was over, he leaned forward and his sweaty body landed on top of Dylan's back, flattening them both down onto the mattress. Dylan felt another lingering strand of semen ooze out of his plump but flaccid dick. Jake's prick finally slipped out of Dylan's hole, depositing a long rope of thick white goo down the back to his thigh. Jake slid down until his face could rest between Dylan's shoulder blades. Jake kissed his back, gently, and then just turned his head to rest on top as if Dylan was his bed.
Dylan didn't mind the weight. He welcomed the feeling of this hot man on top of him. He felt Jake's semen draining from his hole and running down the back side of his nut sac and onto the head of his dick that as now pointed down toward the foot of the bed. He arched his back and Jake felt Dylan's ass push up against his torso.
Jake reached down under him and fondled Dylan's balls between his legs, making him jump and giggle.
"That tickles!" Dylan laughed.
"It's hot." Jake said. "Your balls are covered in my cum."
"I know. It feels weird." Dylan said. "Good...but weird."
"Maybe I should lick them clean." Jake said. Dylan could hear the smile on Jake's face as he felt his breath on his back.
"Maybe you should." Dylan said. "I think I'm making a mess of your bed."
Jake slid down further until his face was between Dylan's legs. He kissed each ass cheek and then pulled his Cheeks apart. "You can just add your jizz to mine. I've spilled so many loads on this bedspread." Jake laughed. "Don't ever come back with a black light. It'd be embarrassing." He added without a hint of actual embarrassment. Then he kissed the back of Dylan's balls from behind and licked up along his taint until he reached the little pink pucker. He poked his tongue at Dylan's hole and slurped up his own load before going back down to clean off Dylan's balls. Dylan flinched and squirmed and giggled again. "There." Jake added. "I think you're all cleaned up."
"That felt so good. Thank you...for all of that." Dylan said.
"Thank YOU. You have no idea how bad I needed that." Jake said.
"I could tell." Dylan said, rolling over. Jake scooted up so they were lying next to each other. Jake raised his arm up and Dylan slid into the spot, so Jake had his arm around him. He kissed Jake's chest near his nipple, but he couldn't quite reach it. He brought his arm up and started playing with the tiny golden hairs around Jake's nipple instead. "This feels nice. Thanks. I'm so tired now. It's nice of you to let me hang here after for a minute."
"You can stay if you want. It's late to get an Uber. My other roommates are gone. You need to be gone before they get home in the morning. They...I don't want them to know..."
"I get it." Dylan said. "Thanks."
"Unless you want to head over to Aaron's room to see if they want to play." Jake said, teasing him.
"You think they're still up?" Dylan teased back, making Jake laugh hard and pull him closer for a second. Dylan liked that feeling and smiled to himself. This had gone much differently - but much better than he'd expected.
"I'm gonna keep you here." Jake said. "I might need you in the morning."
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Part 4: Back to Part 1
"Oh, Fuck." Jake mumbled as he slowly emerged from the mental fog of sleep. His dreams had been a jumble of bits and pieces from the night before. He'd dreamed of Cell Block all night. As he slowly gained consciousness, he wasn't completely sure what had actually happened and what had been a dream.
He reached down between his legs and felt Dylan's long blonde hair covering his entire pelvis. His head was slowly bobbing up and down on his morning wood. "Good morning, Dylan." Jake mumbled. It was the first time he actually used Dylan's name and Dylan took that as a sign of affection and felt warm inside even though the room was a little chilly. He was rubbing his own morning wood against the bed as he sucked Jake's cock. He was in the mood to fuck now but he didn't dare hint at that after how Jake had reacted last night. He could feel that his ass was still a little slippery with the remnants of Jake's cum load from the night before. He knew what he wanted instead.
He pulled off Jake's prick and drooled into his hand and reached back to make sure he was good to go. He climbed up over Jake's chest and straddled him, sitting his wet taint and pucker down on Jake's rod and slowly working his hips back and forth for a minute. Jake moaned with pleasure and anticipation.
"God damn, Dude." Jake groaned as he finally opened his eyes wide to greet the day. Before Jake could add anything to that comment, Dylan reached back and aimed Jake's wet cock at his hole and pushed out to engulf his purple head. "Oh my god!!" Jake added. Dylan smiled at the pleasure he was giving his new, handsome friend and then sat down hard on Jake's cock until the lightning bolt tickled his balls.
"Oh...fuck!!" Jake grunted as Dylan began to bounce up and down. He held Dylan's hips as if controlling the motion. Jake began to thrust up to meet Dylan's ass. They began to fuck for real for a few minutes.
Then the front door slammed.
Jake and Dylan froze and looked at each other. Dylan was concerned. "Shit." Jake whispered, panicked.
"Wake up, Fuckers! I brought breakfast pizza!"
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