Your boyfriend leaves you on read while he's out with his homies-- only to hear from him 9 hours after last call. You might be pretty pissed, especially since his long-time crush is part of the company he keeps. Yet, when Adan's call finally arrived on my phone that September morning, relief washed over me - and to be honest, a sense of uncertainty.
That's the day I found out I was stag.
It all started out with some innocent fantasies, really. Adan and I met online in the early 2000s. He lived across town, and we'd usually only see each other on the weekends. Early on in the relationship, I found out Adan had fucked around with an ex of his. I was mad at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on-- and especially after seeing pics of his ex on MySpace. We weren't open, but given the rampant libidos of two horny Latino boys, we shared with each other the filthy thoughts that occupied our imaginations when we were stroking our dicks at night.
Adan had an extremely handsome friend José, who was a guitarist for an indie rock band in town-- and one of his classmates. We'd caught one of their shows early on after we first met. "He's bicurious," Adan nudged me, with a wink. José was tall and lanky in his flannel shirt, long, flowing brown hair dropping in waves past his shoulders. He had handsome, dark features that favored his Guatemalan father's. I still remember watching him under the spotlights on stage, the way his shirt fell open to reveal his chest, the way his pecs gave way to a much better stomach than mine, a thin trail of hair pushing my gaze further down until they disappeared into his black jeans.
That night, as Adan and I pushed our cocks together in bed, I planted a seed: "You know, if you ever wanted to fuck with José, I'd be OK with it."
"I've been working on him for awhile," Adan said, with a stifled laugh. "Hasn't happened yet. Hall pass, maybe."
Adan's work continued, though I didn't realize it at the time. Not long after, he said he had a surprise for me next time I saw him. I figured it was a little gift or something he found at a comic book shop we liked to visit together. Maybe some new lube or sex toys, since we were young and discovering new things every day.
The sight of José's veiny brown cock surprised me as Adan pushed his phone into my hands. "I promised I wouldn't show anyone," he said. "But I thought you'd want to see it." I did, and it was frankly beautiful. Much bigger than mine, probably about 8", his foreskin climbed the shaft until it was just about over the tip. He was girthy too, a natural brown bush framing his package in a way that made me envious. A second picture showed José pulling back his foreskin and pushing his pelvis forward as he sat on the toilet, the light illuminating the large vein snaking down his piece.
Over the years, Adan had gained near family status at José's house. He and his two brothers liked having Adan around to play video games with, to have their first drinks with, and to joyride with through Houston's Segundo Barrio. Sleepovers were commonplace, with José's mom waking them all up far too early for breakfast.
When Adan told me he was going to skip out on our weekend to go out with the Martinez boys and some of their friends, I didn't think twice. Not that it would have mattered, but surely José wasn't going to try anything with that many guys sleeping in their den.
It was around 9 o'clock when Adan told me they were headed to the bars. "Sleep tight," he texted. With work in the morning, I decided to get an early shuteye, rare in those days.
Awoken by a car alarm outside around 2 a.m., I texted Adan to see if he was OK.
And then, I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I awoke to the alarm, and found no response. "Are you alive?" I typed. I rolled out of bed to get ready for work, sure I would hear from Adan any second now.
An hour passed. Just before I stepped out of my truck, my phone rang.
"Hey, you good?"
"Yeah, I'm walking back to my house. My car got towed."
"Oh, are you--"
"I'm OK, but I have to tell you something," Adan confessed. "It happened."
I felt my dick spring up against the zipper of my pants. I looked around in the parking garage at work before laying my seat back.
"You mean you and José--?" I asked.
As Adan recalled what happened, I pulled my jeans down just above the knee and began pulling on my dick. I had pre-cum dripping down my shaft seemingly the moment I started.
After a drunken night and a late run to Whataburger, the boys retreated to the den to watch some scary movies. All passed out shortly after, Adan said, not really knowing how late it was.
Before dawn, as Mrs. Martinez stirred downstairs, Adan was shaken from his sleep. José held his finger to his lips, and pointed to an adjoining room. The two tiptoed over the bodies of his brothers and bandmates, and went into the bathroom. Once inside, Adan said José pushed him against the wall, and forced him down to his knees. Tugging down his boxers, José plunged his beefy brown cock into my boyfriend's willing mouth, then plunging it deeper, his fat, juicy head poking at Adan's tonsils. Adan gagged a little, before regaining control, pushing him back as he stroked his friend's raging hard-on. Adan slapped José's head against his tongue, darting the tip into the piss slip, squeezing out beads of pre-cum. A cough sent José into movement again, pulling Adan up by his arms and into a walk-in closet.
Adan described lying on the floor with José, continuing to suck his cock as he put his hands through his hair. The faint light from the bathroom shone underneath the door, casting shadows while illuminating brief glimpses as Adan steadied himself.
"It was so dark, I didn't see what he was doing," Adan said.
To Adan's surprise, he was pushed onto the floor, José plunging his tongue into my boyfriend in one fell swoop. Adan said he was surprised at first, an electric pulse radiating up his back as José's facial stubble grazed against his rosebud.
And then, an intense pressure.
"He fucked me, babe. He fucked me raw. I can feel his load inside me as I walk."
I grunted and pushed my feet out before exploding all over my steering wheel, my stag seed erupting several times over.
"Did you enjoy it? Did he??"
"We're hanging out again tonight," he said.