The Collection

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THE COLLECTION

By Zane Menzy

Callum Bradshaw carried a box of beer under his arm as he pressed the doorbell to his best mate Garrick's home. It was Thursday evening which meant it was game night. An evening where games of all sorts were played; cards, darts, board games. It didn't matter what the game was as long as there was a winner and a loser to appease the competitive beast lurking within both Garrick and Callum. They may have been best mates but it didn't change the unsaid battle that went on constantly between most male friends; the animalistic instinct to be the more dominant male.

Garrick Masters lived in a two-story apartment along the waterfront--the best street in town. The executive pad was every bit as pretentious as its flashy owner. The white-painted complex with tinted floor-to-ceiling windows gave Garrick more than enough privacy to accompany the unrivalled views from the large deck jutting out from the lounge upstairs.

Callum got tired of waiting for Garrick so he pressed the doorbell again, adding a loud clamour of knocks to get his mate's attention. Thumping footsteps from inside, hurled down the stairs and Garrick opened the door, revealing himself to be wearing nothing but a white towel draped around his waist.

"Hey, Mr impatient," Garrick said with a beaming smile, beads of fresh water still dripping down his hairy chest.

"Sorry, mate. I didn't realise you were in the shower."

"Yeah, I try and make myself look pretty for you every games night," Garrick joked. He ran a hand through his wet black hair before scratching the dark stubble lining his jaw.

"Aww, lucky me." Callum rolled his eyes.

"Here, what do you think of my new cologne?" Garrick asked excitedly, raising his arm up, motioning for Callum to smell his new scent.

Callum lowered his face, keeping an appropriate distance. Garrick suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pushing Callum's face into his damp armpit.

Callum reeled his head back, laughing. "Gross. I don't want your hairy pits in my face."

"Fuck, your just too easy," Garrick said, smiling. "Anyway, come in." He walked ahead, leading the way upstairs to the living room.

Callum had a pang of envy as he watched Garrick climb the stairs with a masculine confidence he made look effortless, his defined back muscles and toned legs on full display in his minimal attire of a wet towel.

Once at the top of the stairs they turned left into the open plan kitchen and dining room. Callum went and took a seat at the large oval dinner table, placing his offering of beer in the centre.

Garrick scooped the box up and went and placed it in the fridge. He returned with two already-chilled bottles of beer, handing one across. "Here's one I prepared earlier for you," he said, just as his towel came loose and fell to the floor.

"Cheers for the eyeful," Callum teased, taking the beer.

"Better that than a mouthful." Garrick winked, placing the other beer down on the table.

Garrick didn't care if anyone saw him naked--he knew he looked good with or without clothes on. He went into the adjoining lounge where a pile of clothes sat on a leather settee. He raised up a pair of briefs, sniffed to see if they were clean, then proceeded to get dressed. He knelt over, shimmying the underwear up his legs, covering up his trimmed pubes and dangling cock.

Callum and his best mate may have shared the same height of five-feet-eleven inches but the similarities pretty much ended there. The dark-haired Garrick was only a couple shades away from being considered pale and had dark brown eyes that demanded your attention, whereas Callum was blond with icy-blue eyes and enjoyed the luxury of olive skin, gifting him a year-round summery tan.

Every inch of Garrick was athletic and muscled. Callum's body however was trim, only slightly toned. Their difference in looks was handy when going out drinking in bars. Both were good-looking in their own way and appealed to different tastes. As Garrick would often say, they were a dream team.

Garrick slipped on a pair of jeans then threw on a clean rumpled shirt. He came back in the dining room, proceeding to rummage through a cabinet drawer and retrieve a deck of cards. "So what game is it tonight, Mr Bradshaw?" he asked in a posh voice.

"You choose," Callum answered.

"Shall we do last card for a change? I'm sick of poker."

Garrick sat down across from him and began to deal out the cards.

Callum opened his beer, whetting his thirst. He gazed behind him, taking in Garrick's messy lounge. The large living area was decked out in plush furnishings and usually appeared immaculate but tonight it looked like a student flat with dinner plates scattered everywhere and laundry draped over the couch. "No offence, mate, but why does the place look like a fucking bombsite?"

Garrick laughed and put the pack of cards in the middle of the dining table before picking up his beer. "That would be because the cleaner quit."

Callum narrowed his eyes, giving his pal a suspicious look. "Quit... or had to quit?"

"The latter." Garrick slung him a mischievous grin. "Things got a little awkward after I got her to polish more than just the stair bannister, if you know what I mean?" He lowered his hand and groped his jeans-clad crotch.

"You just can't keep it in your pants can you."

"You saw her, didn't you? She was too fucking hot to not take the chance with. Or are you too old to take chances like that now." Garrick smirked. He liked to remind Callum about their meagre two-year age gap.

"Piss off. I'm twenty-eight, not eighty."

"Yep and I'm twenty-six. Still young, dumb and full of cum."

"Dumb I'd believe. This must be like the fourth cleaner you've gone through this year. And it's only bloody July." Callum laughed. "This town isn't big enough for you to fuck every cleaner who comes through your doors."

"They definitely come... multiple times."

"Classy guy," Callum groaned.

"You're right though. I think I'll employ an old crusty one next time so I'm not inclined to think with the little fella."

Thinking with the little fella was something Garrick excelled at.

Garrick reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through the screen, eventually flipping it `round. "Introducing, Chantal. The latest addition to my collection."

Callum looked at the photo on the screen. A pretty young blonde girl sat in Garrick's king-sized bed with the covers pulled up over her cleavage as she shot him a sleepy morning smile. "I can't believe you manage to get photos of all these girls. Do they not get suspicious when they see you holding a phone up to take their picture?"

"Nar, mate. Just tell them how beautiful they look and how desperate I am for a picture to remind me of them." Garrick coughed out a laugh into his beer bottle.

"Do they know you show everybody?"

"You're the only one I ever show," Garrick replied defensively. "If I can't show my best mate, who can I show?"

Although Callum didn't approve of Garrick's dirty little hobby of taking photos, secretly he was in awe of it. Every woman that Garrick had ever been with was listed in what he called The Collection. A folder on his computer that housed photos of each of them in different states of undress. Most photos were similar to the one of young Chantal; sleepy morning photos of their face, clutching blankets to provide some modesty. Some photos though, were much more revealing; legs spread, tits out revealing.

Each girl had her own file within the filthy folder. Photos were accompanied with word documents listing the type of sex they'd had, giving them a mark out of ten. His absolute favourites were in a hall of shame-fame that gave them the dubious honour of being one of his screensavers.

"You should start your own collection, Callum. You've been single long enough. Its time you jump back on the wagon, buddy."

"True," Callum said, slumping his shoulders.

"Seriously. When did you last get your end away?"

"This morning if you must know." Callum grinned, shaking his wrist.

"Sorry, let me rephrase that. When did you last get your end away WITHOUT the help of your right hand."

"A little while ago." A little while ago actually meant a long while ago... four months to be exact. He had been in sexual hibernation since his girlfriend Misty broke up with him. Instead of going out and fucking the pain away, he had sat at home, licking his wounds and feeling sorry for himself. Not that he would tell Garrick this. It wasn't that Garrick wouldn't be sympathetic but Callum didn't want to show his mate any sign of weakness.

"You should let me find you someone. I know a girl at work--Lisa--who would be perfect for you."

"I can do without your sloppy seconds."

"She may be my seconds, but Lisa definitely isn't sloppy. I'd only ever pass on my best cuts to you, man."

"Said like a true man whore."

"That's me," Garrick said, patting his chest. "But for real, Callum. You gotta sort those blue balls out before you...." He puffed up his cheeks before blowing a popping hot breath out like an explosion.

Callum rolled his eyes.

"How much you betting?" Garrick asked.

Callum pulled out his wallet, fished out a twenty dollar note and threw it in the centre of the table.

Garrick eyed the crisp note then dove a hand in his pocket feeling around. "I'm sure I have a note in here somewhere." He pulled a funny face, fishing around. "Aha!" His hand reappeared, displaying fifty dollars.

"I don't have fifty on me," Callum said.

"That's okay, mate. You ain't gonna beat me anyway." Garrick hitched his eyebrows.

Callum laughed. "You're a cocky shit."

"Not cocky. Just self-assured."

They played the best of five rounds, talking shit and boozing their way through the evening. Garrick lost the first two games giving Callum a sniff of hope that he would take the winnings but in true Garrick style he won the final three games and took the seventy dollars sat in the centre of the table.

"Well, that's me cleaned out," Callum said.

"Already?" Garrick asked, surprised. "How come your so povo this week?"

"It's winter, so it's quiet at the café."

"True," Garrick said, nodding. "You should have done what I said and diversified the menu to cater for the colder months and start selling soups or something."

"I've done that already, Mr Business Advisor."

Garrick smiled. "I'm glad to see you take my advice. You should do so more often. I know what I am talking about"

"It has helped actually," Callum said. "But I had to take on a new staff member and that's taken down my profits a bit."

Garrick screwed his face up. "Why have you taken on someone new during the quieter trading time? That's just fucking mental."

"It's a favour for my sister."

"Julie's working two jobs now?"

"No, not her. It's for Nicky... Graham's son."

Graham was Julie's partner and so far she had defied everyone's expectations by sticking with him now for close to a year. He was completely different to every other guy she had dated. He wasn't a bad boy with model looks who treated her like shit, he was a forty-five-year-old accountant who worshiped the ground she walked on. Aside from Graham's age and his scorned ex-wife back in Auckland, he was probably the first good choice she had ever made when it came to dating.

Garrick's mouth curled to the side, displaying a look of confusion.

"Nicky is Graham's boy from his marriage. He moved up from Auckland to live with them a few weeks ago. He's just seventeen and can't find a job so Julie asked if I could take him on as a kitchen hand."

"Ahh, the beauty of family." Garrick smiled, taking a sip on his beer.

"Yeah. He isn't too bad. He is ten minutes early for every shift and seems genuinely interested to learn," Callum said.

"Good stuff." Garrick sniggered. "I can't believe Julie is a step mum."

Callum chuckled. "You could say it's a bit of a sore spot for her. I think she's worried if she tells people she has a seventeen-year-old step son, they'll think she's old."

"Your sister could never be old. Too bloody hot for that to happen." Garrick licked his lips.

"Okay, let's not break the `I don't talk dirty about Callum's sister rule'"

"I didn't say anything dirty. Anyone would think I just told you about how I plan to lick her clit `till it's as thick as a rose bud." He waggled his eyebrows.

Callum laughed, throwing the cap of his beer bottle across the table at his mate. "You're so fucking lucky you don't have a sister for me to be crude about."

"Any sister of mine would be waaay out of your league."

"Any sister of yours would be so easy it probably wouldn't matter."

"You're probably right." Garrick nodded, smiling. He started shuffling the cards again. "So another round?"

"I told you, I'm out of cash." Callum frowned. "Sorry."

"That's okay. You can try wining some of it back."

"Oh yeah... and what do you propose I put on the table to bet? An empty fucking beer bottle?"

Garrick looked around the room before slowly nodding. "How about offering your services as my cleaner. The place needs one badly."

Callum laughed. "Piss off. You have a tendency to fuck your cleaners. I think I'll pass."

Garrick leant over and patted Callum's chest. "Trust me, buddy, you'd need better tits for that wish to ever come true."

Callum faked looking offended. "The audacity to insult my cleavage, Garrick Masters."

"My apologies... A cup."

Callum laughed. "Okay then. How much are you putting on the table?"

"Another fifty," Garrick said flatly.

Callum nibbled on his lip, thinking it over. "Okay... and do I have to wear a maid's outfit for this cleaning job if I lose?"

"Nope. My housekeepers clean in the nude." He gave Callum a salacious wink.

Callum sniggered. "You're on, moneybags. Deal them cards and prepare to weep when I kick your ass."

It had been a long day at the café and Callum wanted nothing more to do than go home and go to bed. But he couldn't. He had a debt to pay. It turned out luck was not with him to win his money back the night before and he lost the card game in spectacular fashion, and had to put up with Garrick mocking him about being his cleaner.

All day at work, Callum's phone kept getting jovial texts from Garrick mocking him about coming around tonight to clean his festering lounge. After work, he drove straight to Garrick's townhouse, He figured it would be best to go clean the lounge tonight, wipe his debt, then he could go home and chill out and have an early night.. When he arrived, the door was unlocked and he climbed the stairs to find Garrick in the kitchen having a coffee.

"Hey, mate. How's my house bitch doing?" Garrick asked, sniggering.

"Your house bitch is thinking about punching the grin off ya face."

Garrick laughed. "Did you wanna coffee or rum or something before you start?"

"Nar. I'm all good thanks. Best I just get it over and done with. I wanna go home and have a shower and have an early night."

"You can have a shower here if you like?"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I wouldn't offer if I wasn't serious."

"Cheers man." Callum nodded.

"Then you can come out and clean naked."

Callum's eyes bugged. "What?"

"Have a shower. Dry off and come back out in your birthday suit and clean?"

"Why the fuck would I be coming out naked?"

"Umm... maybe because that was the deal," Garrick said, throwing out a devilish grin.

"Piss off," Callum replied. He looked over and saw Garrick watching him gently. "You're actually serious?"

"I am. The deal was if you lost then you had to clean my lounge naked."

"You're taking the piss, right?" Callum grinned back at his friend.

Garrick shook his head solemnly. "A deal's a deal, buddy. A man should always stick to his word."

"So, you want me to clean your mess up butt fucking naked?"

Garrick nodded, smiling. "Yep. You lost remember?"

Callum stood still for several seconds, thinking out the logistics of what had been requested. "Fuck sake," he muttered under his breath. He knew this was Garrick's way of having a laugh at his expense.

"Don't be such a soft cock."

Callum hated being called that. "I'm not a soft cock."

"Then why are you being such a pussy and backing out?"

"I'm not backing out." Callum sighed. He wasn't going to give Garrick the satisfaction of seeing him chicken out. "I'll go have a shower and when I come back--naked--I'll clean your shit pit of a lounge."

"Good man." Garrick smirked.

Callum raised a finger, faking grumpiness. "And no looking at my cock, poofter."

"I don't have a magnifying glass on me so you should be fine." Garrick replied cheekily.

"Har, har," Callum sniggered. "At least put a fucking heater on in there or I'll freeze my nuts off otherwise."

∞

Freshly cleaned from his shower, Callum wandered into the lounge where he discovered the room to be toasty and warm. Garrick had turned the heat pump on high, settling the room to summer levels, safe from the bitter winter air outside. If he was gonna spend the next hour cleaning naked then he may as well be comfortable, he thought.

It was fucking strange to be standing so exposed in front of his mate without a stitch of clothing on. A part of him wanted to flip the bird and call Garrick a cunt for cashing in on a part of the bet that Callum had assumed to be a joke. He knew better though. He couldn't let Garrick see his pissy resentment. That would only make Garrick feel like he had won some unspoken game. A game of nerve.

Garrick was sat at the dining room table; he let his eyes dance over Callum's nudity. He smirked. "I must say you're not the type of leggy blonde I usually have roaming around this place naked."

"Very funny, homo," Callum groaned. "So where do I start?"

Garrick took a sip of his drink before answering. He pointed to the piles of clothes strewn over the couch. "Probably best to start with folding the washing. You just might need to do a sniff test to make sure though." He curled his lips before laughing when he saw the look on Callum's face. "I'm joking. It's all clean, just fold it all up and chuck it in my room, would you?"

"Rightio, boss. What else did you want done?"

"Just the vacuuming. After that I'd say you've paid your debt off."

Callum nodded. "Good to know." He was relieved that it was just folding the washing and vacuuming the floor. He had thought Garrick would make him do the dishes and clean other rooms in the house. Maybe he wasn't being a bitter prick as much as Callum had thought.

He went over to the pile of clothes on the couch, trying to fold them neatly. He was fucking useless with folding washing but he did his best. He couldn't believe how much washing there was. It appeared Garrick was treating the lounge and couch like a sort of bedroom dresser, too lazy to put his stuff away. When he took the clothes to Garrick's room, he placed them nicely at the foot of his unmade bed. As he went to leave the room, he very nearly stood on a milky-filled rubber.

Fucking gross, Garrick, Callum said internally. Apparently Garrick had gotten his end away and never bothered to discard of the evidence. Like fuck Callum was picking up something that had been slapped on the end of his mate's cock. That was a job for Garrick's man whore fingers. Callum just hoped that by the next time his mate had a girl around he had the good sense to get rid of it.

As instructed, Callum moved onto vacuuming the floor straight after finishing with the washing. He lugged the vacuum around the lounge and ding area, sucking up all sorts of dust and crap off the floor. As the vacuum's suction whirled with noise, Garrick seemed unfazed as he sat reading a magazine at the table, completely disinterested in Callum's cleaning frenzy.

Before he knew it, Callum was all done. "All done, mate." He wiped his brow, happy with is work.

Garrick rose from his chair and walked in. He looked around the room, nodding. "Well, well, well... if you ever get sick of running the café then I think cleaning is the obvious career choice. Good job."

"Thank you."

"Take a seat, man, and I'll grab you a drink for your effort."

Callum went and nestled in on the couch, his bum and back jolted from the coolness of the leather.

Garrick returned and handed him a glass of rum and coke.

"Cheers," Callum said, taking a quick sip. He brought his feet up on the couch and tucked his knees under his chin.

Garrick went and sat down on the floor in front of him, holding his own glass of rum.

"Why you sitting down there?" Callum asked.

"No reason. Just fancied sitting on the floor for a change." He stared around the clean room. "Cheers for doing the cleaning. I'm glad you followed through on the bet."

"Of course," Callum said. "I always keep my word. So remember that when I beat you next time." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

Garrick laughed. "That's fine by me. I never turn down a challenge."

That was true. Garrick would never shy away from fulfilling a bet if he lost. Callum began wondering what he could do to get revenge the next time they had a games night. Something more embarrassing than cleaning naked. Before he could let his mind wander to sadistic payback, Garrick caught him off guard with a compliment.

"You've got nice legs... for a dude." Garrick was unashamedly staring at Callum's legs, nodding as he took in the sight.

Callum ran a hand up and down his shins, feeling his complimented area. "Thanks, man." He laughed. "Would be nice hearing that from a woman, but I'll take it."

"Good to hear. Everybody needs some ego fuel now and then." Garrick smiled up at him, sending Callum a confusing glare.

An awkward pause drifted between them.

"Are you feeling alright?" Callum asked light-heartedly. "You seem weird."

"Do I?".

"Yeah..." Callum tugged on his feet. "Have I done something to annoy you?"

Garrick cleared his throat. "No. Nothing like that."

"Then what is it?"

"Don't freak out, but I just wanna ask you to do something for me."

"Okaaay..." Callum curled his lip up. "What is it?"

"Can you open your legs?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your legs. Can you spread your legs apart for me?"

This was the strangest fucking request Callum had ever heard. He was about to laugh it off, assuming it was a joke, but Garrick's face appeared serious... more than serious. The guy wasn't joking, he really did want Callum to spread his legs.

Callum flashed Garrick a tight smile. He carefully put his drink down beside the couch then lowered his feet to the ground and spread his legs apart--giving his mate an eyeful.

Garrick flicked his eyes down to Callum's private parts, visually fondling his flaccid cock and squished balls.

"What are you doing?"

"Just looking," Garrick replied politely, not taking his eyes away from Callum's crotch. "Is that okay?"

"I spose. It's a free world." Callum left his feet planted on the carpet and his legs open wide. If he was with any other guy in this situation he would probably be freaking out right now. But this was pussy-loving Garrick, not some perverted creep. Whatever this weird shit was that he was pulling then Callum could handle it. That didn't mean he wasn't grateful for what little booze he had coursing through his veins. Without it he didn't know if he'd feel quite so relaxed.

Garrick shuffled forward on the carpet, bringing himself closer. "I've always wondered what you look like naked."

"You saw me stark naked just thirty minutes ago in your shower."

Garrick stared up at him, his dark eyes glossed with a curious sheen. "I know, but not like this. Just right in front of me so I can look uninterrupted."

"You're sounding pretty queer tonight, dude."

Garrick opened his mouth taking a while to speak. "Haven't you ever wondered who has the biggest cock between us?"

"Can't say I have," Callum said, laughing.

"Bullshit," Garrick fired back.

"Why is that bullshit?" Callum ran a hand through his hair. "Why would I spend a single second thinking about another man's cock?

"Are you telling me that you've never been curious to know if your dick is bigger than mine? Not even once?"

"I've seen you walk around naked plenty of times so I don't need to wonder."

"Yeah, and I've seen you do a sneaky look to see." Garrick grinned. "Which means I'm right."

"Okay. Maybe I'm guilty of sneaking a peek once or twice in the past just to compare. But that doesn't mean I sit at home fantasising about how big your sausage is."

"Yours is bigger by the way," Garrick said flatly, his eyes remained fixed on Callum's meat. "When flaccid at least."

"Thanks." Callum chuckled. "Finally, a game I can always win."

"Don't get too cocky, buddy. It's when it's hard that matters."

"True," Callum mumbled.

"Can I touch it?"

"My cock?"

Garrick nodded.

Callum swallowed a lump of nerves in his throat, he was beginning to feel uneasy at the direction this was going. He wasn't sure what it was, but Garrick's eyes appeared to have a speck of fire in them; an energy that exuded control, bending him to his will. Callum took a deep breath and nodded. "If you like."

Garrick extended a hand, wrapping his firm fingers around Callum's dick and gave it a gentle squeeze.

The hair on Callum's neck began to bristle. He looked down with wide eyes, completely shocked at the sight of another male handling his tool. This is seriously fucked up, Callum thought.

Garrick loosened his grip, grazing his thumb over Callum's dick hole. "Nice," he whispered and casually retrieved his hand.

"Are you bisexual or something?" Callum asked, voice dropping an octave. He shuffled back into the couch, closing his legs up slightly.

"I'm definitely something."

"So you are bi?" Callum said more than asked. This felt like something Garrick should have shared long ago.

Garrick took a sip of his drink, taking his time to answer. "I wouldn't say I'm bi... just open minded."

"And what's open minded when it's at home?"

"It just means that I'm open to new experiences." He raised his eyebrows at Callum. "You only live once right?"

"True." Callum ground his molars; unsure what to say. "Have you done stuff with guys before then?"

"Not exactly," Garrick answered. "I let a dude suck me off once when I was at university and I've had a couple three-ways."

"You let a dude suck your cock!" Callum spluttered.

Garrick laughed. "It's not a big deal. I was horny and wanted someone to suck my cock and he was more than happy to oblige."

"Fuck," Callum muttered. "That's pretty bloody open minded."

"Are you telling me you've never done anything with another dude?" Garrick asked, sounding shocked.

"Never," Callum said, shaking his head.

Garrick squinted his eyes, scanning Callum's face for any hint of a lie. "Not even when you were a horny teen whacking off every five minutes?"

Callum thought about the question, throwing his mind back through the years to his pubescent days. "I didn't do anything with him, but there was a guy who used to sleep over at my place on weekends and we'd beat off in the same room while watching porn." Callum shrugged as he looked down at Garrick. "Does that count?"

Garrick smirked. "I guess it sort of does."

"And I just let you touch my cock," Callum said. "So now I've got two same-sex experiences.

"True, mate." Garrick picked his glass up, motioning it forward for a toast. "To exploring your sexuality."

Callum smiled and clinked his glass against Garrick's. "To exploring sexuality."

They both sculled back on their drinks and let the room fall silent for a moment. What had felt like a close call with awkwardness had gone. If anything, Callum felt strangely at ease to have shared such honest memories. He figured whatever Garrick had done as a young student didn't make him any less straight. He was just open minded like he said.

Garrick was the one to break the quiet with a question. "Would you be keen to try some exploring?"

Callum eyed him warily. "What sort of exploring are we talking here?"

Garrick lowered his voice to sexy levels and said, "Lay back on the couch and let me touch you a bit more." He tapped Callum's knee. "I wanna see how big your cock is hard."

Ears buzzing with a hot rush of blood, Callum wasn't sure how he should react. This was all too fucking weird. He considered laughing and just saying he was too tired. If he declined the drunken offer politely then he could quickly finish his drink and leave. They could put it all down to the booze and forget about it tomorrow.

Callum went to reply, but the decline on the tip of his tongue dried up.

Garrick gazed back, his lips ever so slightly pouted, looking like he was blowing the most gentle of pleading kisses. There was a carnal wanting simmering beneath those beautiful dark eyes.

This was raw... passionate... sensing.

Callum hadn't been contemplated like that in so long. Too fucking long. He felt wanted. He felt craved... maybe even loved?

"You wanna?" Garrick asked in little more than a whisper.

Silencing the staunchly straight male voice in his head telling him he should run, Callum relented without saying a word. He put his drink down then lifted his feet up, twisting `round and laying back on the couch, extending his body out like a patient waiting for an examination.

Garrick shuffled along the floor to the end of the couch, sitting at the end Callum's feet dangled over. He swivelled his thumb around the sole of Callum's bare foot, tickling him softly. "I can't wait to see how big your cock looks hard. I bet he's a huge monster."

Callum coughed up a laugh then said, "You'll be sorely disappointed if that's what you're expecting."

"You could never disappoint me, Callum. Never." Garrick smiled at him. "Are you sure you're cool with this?"

"If this is something you wanna do then yeah... I'm cool with it." Callum sighed. "Like you said. You only live once, right?" He closed his eyes, letting Garrick steer the journey of discovery.

Garrick slowly glided his strong hand up Callum's leg, grazing his fingers along the hairy terrain. "Seriously, buddy. You do have nice legs." He gripped hold of Callum's calf muscle, squeezing, before continuing higher.

Callum clenched his jaw as he felt Garrick's hand climb past his knee and dart to the inside of his thigh, challenging his sexuality every inch of the way. Just go with it. Callum told himself. He didn't know why, but as freaked out as he was, he enjoyed seeing Garrick like this. It made the guy look somewhat subservient... Garrick wanted to touch him ... this undoubtedly made Callum the king between them.

Garrick's hand came to a smoothing stop just below Callum's balls. He delicately squeezed hold of the sac, giving his nuts a soft tug, rubbing his thumb over the freshly shaved texture. "You must have tidied up downstairs recently."

Callum nodded and croaked out, "Yes. Just the other day."

"Nice. They feel great." Garrick chuckled. "I bet they taste great too."

Callum let a trapped breath escape when he felt Garrick's tongue licking at his scrotum. His mouth fell open and his hands twitched. Whoa! He opened his eyes to see what was being done to him. Garrick's face bowed down servicing his ball sac as his hands kept rubbing inside Callum's thighs. "Oh, man..." His legs trembled the more Garrick lapped up his balls.

Garrick pulled his face up, big grin on his face. He kissed Callum's stomach and licked the golden trail of hair below his belly button. "Time to get this fucker hard." He dropped his face back down and took Callum's cock inside his stubbled mouth, sucking firmly.

Callum blinked, powerless to respond. Fuck, this is bad, really fucking bad, he told himself.

He had to stop this going any further. But he couldn't. Even though the lips wrapped around his shaft belonged to another man--His best mate--Callum just didn't have the strength to break away from his first blowjob in far too long.

He glanced down his body and saw Garrick's smoky eyes looking back at him, pupils widening in heady lust.

Callum felt his cock begin to stiffen. He desperately tried to hold in a gasp. His thickening did not go unnoticed.

Garrick groaned affirmatively and began to suck harder, making wild slurping noises. He reached up and tweaked Callum's nipple. With his other hand, he cupped Callum's balls, jiggling them around like he was feeling their weight before dipping a thick finger and began to rub the ridge of his taint.

Callum writhed, curling his toes and groaning loudly. Garrick knew where to touch. He knew the spots. And he was pinching, sucking, slurping, rubbing all the right fucking places. It was embarrassing how fast he became fully erect; his cock aching from being so hard.

Garrick's effortless sucks became gagging mumbles as he tried to accommodate for the increase in size his mouth was feeding on. This didn't stop him from continuing to work his hands like magic, fingers clawing at Callum's chest and midriff whilst fiddling with his tightening sac. Finally, he tore his mouth free from Callum's cock. "Looks like somebody's enjoying himself."

Callum panted, nodding. "You... you are fucking awesome at that."

Garrick tapped Callum's erection. "So this is what he looks like hard, aye?" He gave a smug look.

Callum blushed. "Yep. Just an ordinary cock. Nothing impressive."

Garrick stroked his length, sizing him up. "About six inches, yeah?"

"Six and a half."

Garrick laughed. "Sorry. Them half inches do matter." He kissed the tip gently. "Mmm. Someone has a bit of precum going on." He kissed it again, this time digging his tongue in the slit, tasting Callum's sex.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Callum said. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

"Hey, hey," Garrick said, patting his leg. "Don't be like that. We're just two mates having some fun. Nothing wrong with a bit of fun, is there?"

Callum peeled his hands away. "I Guess you're right."

"Of course I am right. I'm always right."

Callum smiled. He began to feel stupid being laid out naked, not doing anything. He swallowed. "Did you want me to do anything?" He felt the power he thought he had begin to slip away.

"Did you want to do something for me?" Garrick lowered his face again and bit Callum's flank, emitting a low growl.

"Umm... if you want me to?" Callum didn't feel like he had control of this interaction. It made no sense. Garrick had initiated all of this, making Callum the bigger man. Maybe neither of them were king, Callum thought. Maybe this was a secret game of equals.

"If you wanna be a pal, then come down and join me on the floor and take my pants off for me." He scooted back away from the couch giving Callum room to join him.

Callum sat up and lumbered down off the couch, positioning himself in front of Garrick who sat with his legs apart and knees bent.

Garrick tapped one of his shoes with his hand, motioning for Callum to take them off for him.

Driven by a curiosity he had never known before, Callum didn't question the instruction. He wasted no time in yanking Garrick's shoes from his black sock-covered feet, casting them aside. Next, he leaned forward and fiddled with Garrick's belt, popping it open. With shaky fingers, he popped open the pants button and tugged the metal zipper down.

Garrick ripped his top off and lay down, raising his ass off the floor.

Callum hooked his fingers over the waistband of the pants, dragging his mate's trousers all the way down, wrestling them free from his feet. Garrick's legs lay stretched out before him; muscular and strong, sprinkled with dark hair. He had great legs. This wasn't a surprise. What was though, was the overly generous bulge tent-poling Garrick's blue boxer briefs. "Are you hard?"

"I am." Garrick patted his bulge, smiling. "All thanks to you."

"But I haven't done anything yet."

"Maybe I only need to look at you to get turned on?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Why wouldn't I? You are a sexy bastard after all."

The praise was dizzying. It didn't matter that it came from a guy. It was coming from Garrick.

Garrick promptly hoisted his underwear down his legs, flinging them across the floor, leaving himself wearing nothing but a pair of socks. He swung his legs apart, strategically placing them either side of Callum; enclosing him in a sex zone. He looked up with a goofy grin on his face. "Whataya think?" The way he said it reeked of arrogance, but he had every right to be.

Callum nodded, replying internally; You're fucking perfect. Perfection with a cock.

Garrick was the proud owner of a big dick. Callum's wasn't even a close second in length or girth. The thick piece was probably only a whisker away from eight inches. Another contest Garrick could add to his long list of victories.

"You can touch it if you want," Garrick said, picking up on Callum's dick-struck trance. "It doesn't bite."

Callum suppressed his remaining stubborn jitters and gingerly reached out, grabbing hold of his mate's stick. Smooth hotness filled his fingers, throbbing. He drew breath through his nose, urging himself to keep playing. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over a thick creeping vein, exploring the detail of the dick in his grasp. He began to glide his furled fingers up and down. He tugged harder, and harder.

Garrick grinned foolishly, his plump fuzzy balls bouncing in time with the hefty tugs. Suddenly, his hand flew up and closed over Callum's wrist. "Easy, buddy. Easy."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. You just seem in a big rush."

"Sorry I'm just a bit stressed out." Callum looked away.

"Just relax, man. Nothing to be stressed about. It's just you and me. Two mates having some fun." He sat up and brushed the side of Callum's face, smiling.

The affectionate touch was sweet relief, like rain in the desert. Garrick was right.

"How about you chill out by having a go at sucking me?'

Callum swallowed a little gasp. He looked down at Garrick's cock, pointing high above his untamed pubes. So far, Callum had been the one receiving most of the pleasure, now it was his turn to gift some physical joy.

"Come on. I sucked yours." Garrick lay back down, resting his arms behind his head. An air of expectation fired from his blatant body, giving an invisible slap to Callum's face.

Callum's pulse ticked in his throat. He inhaled, opening his mind as he prepared to close his lips around another man's cock for the first time. In slow motion, his face dropped like a skydiver who forgot to open his parachute, crash-landing open-mouthed over Garrick's penis. His tastebuds collided with salty dick sweat.

Straight away, Garrick pulsed inside his mouth. He erupted with a loud groan, sounding like a guy who had been busting for a piss.

The strange feeling in his mouth wasn't what he had expected. Garrick's cock didn't taste good or bad. The musty sweat tasted mostly of... size? Callum wasn't sure what else to call it. All he knew was that his mouth was packed with a foreign fullness making him gag and slurp.

Garrick's moaning had settled to a steady rhythm, he grabbed a tuft of Callum's hair, guiding his mouth lower.

Unsure the best way to suck a cock, Callum tried copying the tricks Garrick had done to him. He rubbed a finger along Garrick's prostate, massaging the ridge running from his balls to the bottom of his hairy crack.

Garrick's legs shook about, his mumbled moans echoing in the room as he flexed his fingers in Callum's hair.

Spurred on by the sexy noises, Callum dug his tongue into the groove of Garrick's dick slit, sending his mate's whole body into a rolling shiver. His tongue was instantly rewarded with a sexual sweetness--precum! Callum was shocked and enthralled at the same time to have Garrick leaking ball juice in his mouth. The more he sucked and swivelled his tongue, the more trickled out.

Garrick pumped his hips, feeding Callum's mouth a steady rhythm and an extra inch each gentle thrust.

His jaw began to twinge, mildly aching from being so rammed full with manmeat.

Suddenly, Garrick pulled Callum's mouth free. "So what's it like sucking my cock?" His lush lips split into a grin.

Callum sucked in a deep breath. "Different."

Garrick heaved his weight forward, sitting up. "Do you like it? My cock?"

"It's quite a big beast."

Garrick gripped hold of Callum's dick, giving it a hefty squeeze. "We now know what each other looks like hard."

Callum blushed, feeling small. "Yep. And we know yours is bigger."

Garrick looked down, inspecting the size of their cocks. "Yeah, it is," he said bluntly.

"Don't rub it in."

Garrick kissed him on the forehead. "Sorry. I Didn't mean to sound like a big dick." He smiled and stared Callum in the eyes. "I like your cock though. It's sexy like you... and it tastes great." He grinned wickedly and bit his lip.

"Aww shucks," Callum said, laughing. He gazed into Garrick's brown eyes. He never knew how sexy they were... how captivating. He let his eyes wander, absorbing every detail of Garrick's handsome face. It was a sexy contradiction the way his facial features looked delicate and manly at the same time. "You're so fucking good-looking, Garrick."

"Ditto." He kissed Callum's forehead again.

Callum touched Garrick's arm, squeezing his bicep.

Garrick flexed the muscle, grinning.

The power of his friend's body was undeniable. These arms represented strength and power. A part of Callum wanted to know what it would feel like being hugged and circled by them. He imagined there would be no place safer than being wrapped up in these arms. He let his hand wander to the nest of hair on Garrick's chest, dragging his fingers through the virile feature, making coarse scratching noises. "This is so fucking weird," he whispered.

"A good weird I hope," Garrick said.

"Yeah... it's a good weird." He looked up and held Garrick's gaze. "Garrick. Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask anything you like."

"Can I kiss you?"

Garrick frowned, his lips cracking a broken smile.

"Sorry, sorry," Callum said. "I shouldn't have asked. Forget it." He laughed nervously, worried that he had overstepped a line.

"Of course you can kiss me, idiot." He pressed his lips forward and slipped his tongue inside Callum's mouth.

Their tongues were like magnets, drawn together, swapping saliva. The kiss was steamy and wet. Hard and hungry. Callum got lost in the moment, leaning forward, pushing Garrick back `till they tumbled together on their sides to the floor. Even with the unforeseen fall their kiss didn't split. They kept their mouths merged, feeding groans into one another's mouths.

Garrick reached over, grabbing Callum's back and reeling him in so their stomachs were touching and their cocks locked like burning swords. He ran his hand up and down Callum's back, stroking seductively as his nails grazed the smooth skin.

Callum thought he would melt like butter in the pan. Garrick's chest hairs entwined with the few of Callum's own, creating a friction that was intensely sexual and undeniably male.

Finally, the need for air saw them ply their lips apart.

"Whoa," Callum panted. "You're a good fucking kisser."

Garrick grinned back, dazzling Callum with his dimples. "I bet you say that to all the boys."

"Considering you're the only boy I've ever kissed, then yeah I do."

"Am I better than the girls you've kissed?"

Callum rolled his eyes to the side. "You'll need to kiss me again just so I can be sure."

Garrick didn't hesitate. He promptly placed his tongue back inside Callum's mouth for another sticky kiss. When he pulled back, he surprised Callum with a light nip to his bottom lip.

"So? How do I compare now you've had a second kiss?" Garrick asked.

Callum rolled his tongue up in his mouth, savouring the sweet flavour of rum left behind from Garrick's lips. He started laughing.

Garrick nudged him in the side playfully. "Oi, don't take the piss."

"No. It's not that," Callum said. He began blushing and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You're probably the best kisser I've ever had."

"Yeah? Well that is fucking awesome to hear."

Callum's cheeks kept burning with shame from his confession.

"You're adorable when you're all embarrassed," Garrick said, pecking him on the cheek.

Callum shook his head in wonder. "I can't believe you convinced me to try something like this."

"I should have been a salesman."

"Yeah. You should have," Callum said. "But fuck, I'm glad you sold me this." He pulled Garrick in for a tight hug. "I didn't know I'd enjoy it so much."

"That's high praise for someone who hasn't even cum yet," Garrick joked.

Callum nodded. "Shall we jerk each other off?"

"I've got a better idea."

"You do?" Callum asked.

"Yup." Garrick nodded. "You should let me fuck you."

Callum felt his body jolt at the probing suggestion. "Whoa, I wasn't thinking we'd do that."

"Come on, man. It'll be fun. More exploring. It'll be a first for both of us."

"I... I don't think I'm prepared to do that."

"You know I'd never do anything to hurt you." He rubbed Callum's knee. "You're my best mate."

"I know you wouldn't, but the whole idea of being fucked really freaks me out." He glared across at Garrick. "Seriously."

"Yeah. But I would go really gentle and slow." Garrick moved his hand higher up Callum's leg, fondling just below his balls. "It would be an honour to be let inside you in such a special way."

"It would?"

"Yeah man. I would be the only guy you've ever let do that and it would be an awesome way to... I dunno... feel closer to you, I guess."

"But your cock is massive," Callum said.

Garrick laughed. "It isn't that massive. Besides, I have plenty of lube we can use to make it easier. Not to mention a fresh pack of condoms." He winked.

Callum's mind wandered to his school days and teasing any boy who acted remotely effeminate. He had given these types of lads plenty of shit to at school for allegedly doing the kind of things Callum had done tonight. Gay things. He looked Garrick in the eyes. "This is something you really wanna do? You really want to fuck me?"

"Yes," Garrick answered. "I really want to fuck you." He shot Callum a look that oozed sex appeal and sincerity. "Let me make love to you."

Love...

The well-hidden romantic inside Callum swooned. "I just..."

"Please," Garrick's voice pleaded. "It would be an honour."

"Fuck, your good at this."

"I'm being honest. It would be an honour." Garrick didn't falter in his sincerity. "I'll kiss you while I do it."

"Okay," Callum said, hurling himself over the edge of curiosity.

Garrick gripped his thigh, giving an eager squeeze. "Really? You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Callum laughed. "You can fuck me." It felt strange saying it out loud but there was a thrilling perversion to it that Callum enjoyed.

Garrick bounced to his feet. "Wait there, big boy." He gave Callum a wink and disappeared from the lounge. When he returned, he carried a small bottle of lube and the new packet of condoms in his hands. "I've got the goods." He shot Garrick a hearty grin.

Callum eyed the size of Garrick's thick manhood, he couldn't fathom that he was about to have it go inside him. He felt his asshole twitch. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Callum asked, having second thoughts.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Garrick said.

"Won't it make things weird between us?" Callum scratched his neck. "How will we act in the morning when we're sober?"

Garrick laughed. "We've already had each other's cock in our mouths." He looked down at Callum, giving him a reassuring gaze. "It'll be okay, Callum. I promise."

Callum sighed. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm just being a chicken shit."

Garrick dropped to his knees and rubbed Callum's leg. "Stop being a chicken shit then." He leant forward and kissed Callum on the lips, melting away the trepidation. "Now lay down and relax."

Callum did as he was told, lying flat on his back. He heard the condom packet rip open and he lifted his head to see Garrick sliding it down over his thick member. It looked fucking scary the way it shielded his shaft like a weapon, a weapon that was ready to go to battle inside Callum's asshole.

Garrick grabbed hold of Callum's feet and gently slid his legs apart before shuffling to kneel between Callum's thighs. He grabbed hold of Callum's thighs and rolled him upwards so his legs dangled high in the air.

Callum closed his eyes awaiting a painful impact but what he was hit with was the weirdest pleasure he had ever felt. The warm wet groove of Garrick's tongue licked the indent between his ass cheeks, tracing the inside of his crack and wetting the entrance of his hole.

Callum gasped, his eyes widening. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Garrick popped his face above Callum's crotch, "Licking your ass out. What do you think I'm doing?"

"Is that a thing?"

Garrick laughed. "Yes, Vanilla Bradshaw. It's a thing alright." He dropped his face back down and returned to licking Callum out.

Callum writhed in pleasure at the feel of Garrick's tongue gliding so effortlessly, wetting the wispy hairs in his crack. This was so fucking personal and an invasion of his personal space. His ass was his alone. No woman had ever done this to him. And yet here he was on his back, feet thrashing in the air as his best mate rammed his tongue inside his hole--it was fucking hot is what it was, he decided. Callum leaked out groans, letting Garrick know he wanted more of what was being done.

Garrick seemed happy to oblige, he planted a finger to Callum's entrance and gently--so fucking gently--prodded Callum's asshole before digging his tongue back down to his ass, smothering his hole with spit and firm tongue flicks. Garrick withdrew his tongue from its anus digging and licked down Callum's taint `till he came to his balls and in a greedy mouthful devoured his sac, soaking it thoroughly.

Callum embarrassed himself when he cried out a vulnerable sigh, "Ohhh, yesssss."

Garrick sucked harder, stopping just before it became painful. He spat Callum's balls out and muttered a quiet laugh. "You sorta sounded like a chick just then."

"Sorry," Callum gasped.

"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you're enjoying it," Garrick said. "It means I am doing my job right." He patted Callum's ass cheeks then lowered him back to the floor. He reached across the floor for the lube bottle, picking it up and squirting a healthy dollop into the palm of his hand.

"Are you going to..." Callum started.

"Going to what?" Garrick asked cheekily.

"Fuck me now..." Callum's voice petered out. He looked up with cautious eyes.

Garrick nodded. "That's the plan, mate."

Callum's breathing became short and desperate. He didn't know what to do... so Garrick did it for him. His hand disappeared from sight as it dived between Callum's legs and Garrick's long fingers slid the slippery lube around his asshole. Callum's body jolted in shock from the cool wetness of lube being placed against his anal virginity. Garrick massaged the lube delicately around Callum's scared hole, slipping him calming glances.

Callum's heart pounded like a thousand horses galloping inside his chest. He closed his eyelids and let himself give in to the erotic touch of Garrick's hands. Touches that teased out a temptation he couldn't deny. He knew that pain would be coming but he welcomed it; he wanted Garrick inside him. He needed to feel Garrick inside him to give him a sense of completion by sharing his existence in the most personal way possible.

Garrick raised Callum's legs again, wrapping them around his hips and yanked Callum closer to his body. He pushed his dick down, positioning it against Callum's puckering asshole. He grazed it kindly against the tight surface quivering in anticipating fear. Garrick's voice penetrated Callum's ears, "Ready or not. Here I come."

With the slightest of shoves the head of Garrick's cock plopped inside. Callum grimaced, tensing up immediately. He took a deep breath trying to gauge that he actually had the tip of his best mate's cock inside his ass.

As if Garrick could sense his painful headspin he placed a hand to Callum's chest, quietly hushing him. "You're okay, mate. I'll go slow. I want you to enjoy this too."

Callum nodded back, relieved for Garrick's concern.

Garrick dragged his blunt nails down Callum's hairy thighs and pushed forward feeding another inch of hard prick inside the virgin hole.

Callum felt his anal walls expanding around the invading meat. He hissed out a breath of pain but quickly gritted his teeth, refusing to ruin the fun for his best mate.

Garrick's hands kept rubbing and massaging him as he pushed his slick rubbered cock deeper inside, claiming more and more of Callum's untouched places.

His asshole wrapped around Garrick's mighty penis. He couldn't believe something so big was managing to worm its way inside him. His ass was being put to the test but it was adapting, perhaps against its will, but it was opening up. He almost got a fright when he felt Garrick's hairy balls press against his ass. The pain from his over-stretched rectum began to subside. Callum found himself feeling full, physically and emotionally, as Garrick's cock throbbed inside him.

Garrick pulled his cock back and bucked his hips forward against the friction of Callum's hole. He pulled back again, bucking forward again and again and again. Each time he did it a little bit harder, a little bit faster. Each thump he gave, Callum would leak out a mumbled moan from the feel of being speared in such a private area.

Garrick lowered his head back down and began sucking and fucking him at the same time.

Callum gasped. His mouth lost the ability to make sense and replaced words with pretty noises. His chest rippled with pleasure from being fucked and sucked at the same time. He had no idea Garrick was so flexible, but he was grateful for it. The harpooning of his hole was less pained with the sexy medicinal touch of his mate's wet lips.

Garrick took advantage of Callum's erotic writhing and began to fuck a bit harder, sliding in and out on side angles all designed to loosen Callum's reluctant rectum. He broke free from sucking Callum's dick and started planting kisses on Callum's stomach, maintaining his steady rhythm. He raked his fingers through Callum's trimmed pubes, stroking sensually as he continued kissing higher and higher up Callum's body. His tongue found one of Callum's nipples and he ravished it with slick licks before licking the centre of his chest, tasting the strands of blond hair growing there. Garrick leant his weight forward, pushing Callum's legs higher in the air.

The folding up of Callum's body left his arse even more vulnerable and Garrick struck the weakness by pushing his cock in with all his might. He was about to cry out but Garrick planted his lips to Callum's open mouth and caught his gasping sigh of hurt.

Their tongues tied together as Callum's toes curled in the air. He let go of the carpet and clawed at Garrick's broad back, holding him close so that their chests rubbed together. This is fucking amazing, Callum thought. Never before had he felt so at one with another person, nobody had ever left him feeling quite so vulnerable yet loved at the same time. It was a beautiful contradiction impaling him in this moment.

Garrick's hungry hands roamed and explored Callum's body in a way he had never experienced. He ignited his hidden strength and unleased a series of furious shoves with his cock that went to the pit of Callum's core.

Garrick pulled his mouth away. "Are you liking my cock?" he spat out in a breathy whisper, still fucking.

"It's go-go-good," Callum replied with his head bobbing around.

"Fuck yeah." Garrick let out a low growl. "Your arse feels so good, man."

"Thank you."

Garrick dove his tongue in Callum's ear, tickling and wetting his eardrum before chewing on his earlobe. There wasn't a part on Callum's body his pal was afraid to touch or savour, every inch of flesh was included in the art of love making. He grabbed hold of Callum's wrists, pinning them down on the floor above his head, locking him in place with no escape from what was being done to him.

Teeth slowly scraped the curve of his shoulder, followed by Garrick's tongue digging inside his armpit.

"That tickles," Callum heaved. He wriggled around, trying to break his hands free but Garrick pinned him down harder, continuing to lick the hair under his arm.

There was no use in fighting--Garrick was too strong.

Garrick kept slamming his pelvis into Callum's behind. His hairy balls slopped against Callum's ass cheeks, leaving Callum in no doubt as to who was in charge of this exchange. Garrick maintained a speedy pace, not showing any sign of slowing as he just kept fucking and fucking. He wasn't showing Callum's shitter any mercy whatsoever.

Callum's submissive groans fused with the noise of Garrick's balls slopping against his ass cheeks, sounding like flip-flops thwacking against heels. He felt torn between pleasure and shame. Pleasure from Garrick's expert lovemaking, and shame from the underlying power shift this was. Garrick was stamping his authority between them by shoving his manhood deep inside Callum's churning butthole. They were no longer equals. Callum knew that by giving up his ass he was making Garrick the dominant male forever.

Garrick's cock continued sliding in and out of his clasping rectum, stripping away Callum's friction and pride at the same time. His sphincter would never be tight again after tonight. Garrick was taking from Callum something he could never get back--his claim to heterosexuality. From this night on, Callum would always know he was the owner of an ass that had been fucked and force-fed nearly eight inches of thick, fat fuckmeat.

Finally, Garrick released his grip on Callum's hands and lifted his face up, shooting him a devious grin, spit dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Callum swept his eyes across his mate's hairy chest which was dripping rivers of perspiration, sweat glistening down his neck. Garrick's strong hands had hold of his ankles, raising Callum higher to have easier access to his loosening butthole. Callum admired his friend's dark eyes and the dark stubble along his chiselled jawline. "You're so beautiful," Callum whispered without meaning to.

Garrick raised an eyebrow, smiling. Instead of replying he licked the sole of Callum's foot, nipping it gently. He blew a warm breath over the skin he had just licked and without warning rammed his engorged cock in as deep as it could go.

Garrick's dick hit a spot Callum didn't even know existed. "Oh... fuuuuck," he groaned loudly, nearly shouting out. His body shivered and a warm tingling swelled in his nuts, buzzing his cock. Unwavering pleasure floored him. With a quivering lip he muttered, "I'm gonna cum,"

"You what?" Garrick blurted in surprise.

Callum threw his head back as his cock released thick, creamy, white streams of spunk. Wet dollops splattered against his stomach and chest like soggy bullets. His dick kept spurting, cum trickling down his shaft as he began emptying all of the passion that had been bottled up inside him. He lay with his head on the ground, breathing heavily from his unexpected release. The room felt like it was spinning as his body adjusted to its new less-horny state.

"Oh man. That was fucking primo!" Garrick smiled. He ran a finger through the mess of sex draping Callum's torso. "I can't believe you came from just being fucked."

Callum groaned internally. "Yeah. I don't know what that was about."

"I think you liked my cock so much I turned you queer."

"I'm not queer," Callum snapped back defensively.

"Really? So you don't have my big cock in your freshly-fucked arse right now?" The patronizing tone of his voice was infuriating and emasculating.

"And what does that say about you?"

"Not as much as it does about the one who just lost his lollies from being fucked."

Callum felt an anger bubble within him. Competitive arrogant Garrick was back. He probably never left--he had just been well-hidden behind the sex. He wriggled himself backwards, trying to free his asshole from Garrick's cock. He grimaced as his mate's prick slithered out of him, sucking like a vacuum. He was about to roll over and stand up but Garrick placed a hand to his knee stopping him.

"I'm not finished with you yet, house bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"I need to cum. You don't get to go just cos you lost ya load in record time."

"It's hardly record time," Callum groaned.

"Okay. But you still gotta wait for me," Garrick said. He pulled the condom off his cock and flung it across the lounge where it landed beside the coffee table in a light slurp. He stood up, leering down at Callum on the floor. "Don't worry I won't take long, mate." Garrick lowered himself down, kneeling on the floor beside Callum's chest. He began stroking his dick, working his fingers along his long fleshy length. His face screwed up with concentration as he began to grunt from the ferocious pulling. Finally, a grunt louder than the rest exploded from his lips and his cock swelled, shooting spunk out his piss slit, hitting Callum's chest and face.

The warm mess dripped down Callum's cheek down to his lips and chin. "You wanna try watching where you shoot ya gun," he joked, wiping his sticky face.

"Sorry." Garrick giggled, catching his breath. "Thought maybe you'd wanna try tasting it."

"I think I'll pass on that one."

"Maybe next time I'll just shoot in your mouth and make you swallow it all."

"What do you mean next time?" Callum croaked.

"The next time I beat you on game night." Garrick nodded. "Now I know I can play you for more than just cash."

Callum blushed.

Garrick leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Thank you for tonight." The kiss and words were so tender... almost heart-warming.

"You're welcome."

Garrick patted his shoulder. "Right. Just one more thing."

"Okay," Callum replied, wondering what Garrick was up to.

The answer to his brief disappearance came in stomach-dropping embarrassment when Garrick returned holding his phone up. "Say cheese, buddy." It clicked, flashing as it took a snapshot.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Callum hissed.

"Adding you to my collection." Garrick sat down beside him and showed him the photo. It was graphic and showed Callum sitting with his legs apart, deflating cock on show and cum dribbling down his chin. "You are definitely screensaver material."

"Fuck off." Callum laughed. He looked at Garrick who wasn't laughing. "Are you serious?"

Garrick nodded. "That's what I do with my favourites, isn't it?"

Callum was blown away. His heart roared with an odd pride. "What if I want the photo back?"

"Then you'll have to win it back next game night, won't you." He leaned in, kissing Callum on the lips.

Callum smiled. He couldn't wait for the next game night. He didn't care if he lost. Especially if the loser got to take it all again.

The Beginning...

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