Following a Friend

My legs turned weak at finally being able to touch myself. I whimpered at the sudden rush of pleasure. All I could think about was gripping my throbbing member. I needed to stroke myself so badly. The scene in front of me was just too hot. As Greg fucked him with such force, his balls slapped loudly against Alex. I grabbed ahold of my cock tightly and rubbed it for all it was worth. I masturbated to the testosterone-fueled scene of hot male on male action. The slap of his balls against Alex's ass combined with the grunts and groans coming from the room were captivating. The manly musk was intoxicating to my nostrils.

Greg groaned loudly as he drove his hips hard into Alex's ass. His rapid thrusts paced with my clinched fingers. I could feel my orgasm arriving as my breaths became shallow. I needed to brace myself by placing a hand against the doorframe. At the same time Greg rammed his full length into him. Each of his thrusts was now finished with an exclamation point of power. Greg was clearly getting close and Alex was enjoying every minute of it. Each thud of Greg's hips caused Alex to moan loudly. With another shove, Greg bottomed out inside him. The sinewy muscles of his back clenched and his ass tensed up. The scene looked so manly and hot to me.

As Greg filled Alex with cum, I kept stroking myself faster. I pumped my shaft until I felt my body seize up. Furiously, I rubbed my member as cum burst from the head of my cock. The tautness of my grip encircled my shaft. I pumped whatever I could from myself as I admired the muscular sweaty bodies on the bed.

Spent from stroking myself, my body felt weak as I enjoyed the afterglow. I was taking deep breaths trying to gather myself. Inside the room Greg had collapsed on top of Alex. Their two bodies pressed against each other. They talked as they caught their breaths. I could just barely make out what they were saying.

"I swear your ass feels better every time," Greg said.

"That goes the same for your big dick" Alex replied with a smirk.

Greg started moving off him. He smacked Alex's ass playfully before stepping off the bed. This might as well have been a fire alarm going off to me. I came crashing back to reality with the sound of his feet hitting the floor. My attention suddenly centered on the cum I had shot. The front of my pants were a mess, but what was worse was that some had hit the door. Using my sleeve I quickly wiped it off as best as I could. The two were chatting as they started to get dressed so I didn't have time for too much attention to detail. My mind was screaming at me to get out of there so as Alex slid his shoes on I tip toed down the hall.

"Seriously though, don't keep me waiting again," Greg told him, "You're not the only guy on campus that would love some of what you're getting."

"Trust me. I won't," Alex said

This was the last thing I heard as I quietly worked my way down the stairs. Once I got to the door I took a deep breath and straightened up my shirt and pants the best I could. There were still wet cum stains all over the front of my pants. Ever so carefully I opened the door and snuck out. I could hear more voices and footsteps from inside that sounded like they were heading towards the stairs. Desperately not wanting to be seen, I sprinted off the doorstep and ran as far as I could before stopping to catch my breath. There were a couple of weird looks from people thrown my way as I ran past them, but I thought nothing of it.

Once I got back to our apartment I keyed the door open and ran all the way up the stairs to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I collapsed onto the floor with my back to the door. My eyes were closed as I held my head in my hands.

"What the fuck!" I shouted.

The afterglow had long since faded. I was now left with disgust for myself.

"Why did I do that?" I thought.

I had never had a homosexual thought in my life. Now I had just gotten off to the scene of my best friend fucking another man right in front of me.

"Why did I have to follow him?" I thought shaking my head.

My mind was a mess. I resigned to push the matter to the side and clean myself off. I went to take my pants off and that's when I really saw the amount of cum all over them. I couldn't believe I had cum that much. Throwing my clothes to the side, I hopped in the shower and let the steam wrap around me. It felt so good and really eased my thoughts.

A couple of hours after my shower Alex finally showed up. I was dozing off on the couch with the TV on when he came through the door. He had a stupid smile plastered on his face.

"Where've you been?" I asked a little too harshly.

"I had to take care of something and then I had a study group," he said as his smile turned to a frown, "What crawled up your ass?"

"Nothing," my guilt hit me in the chest.

I didn't mean to come across so crass.

"It's just been a long day." I explained.

"Well why don't you get some rest," he asked.

"You're probably right," I said.

I got up and headed for the stairs.

"At ease soldier!" Alex shouted.

I turned to look at him and I noticed him looking at my crotch. I suddenly became aware of the massive boner tenting my sweatpants.

"Oh shit," I laughed as my face turned red.

"Looks like you've got your mind on something," he laughed.

I shook my head.

"You have no idea," I thought as I went upstairs.

I spent that night restless as I tossed and turned under the covers. My mind was filled with visions from the day before. Each time I woke up my dreams had pictured some form of male bodies making love to each other.

The next few days were impossible. I couldn't sleep or concentrate on anything at school. I was restless and my thoughts were filled with sexual fantasies that I didn't want to consider as my own. As much as I tried to flood my brain with visions of sex with different women, my brain kept flashing images of Alex and Greg together. It seemed as though I was constantly hard, and I masturbated multiple times a day.

Alex came and went, but we didn't really interact too much. There was a period of time a couple of days later that I was positive he was with him again. Something about knowing they were together was infuriating to me. I didn't know why. I wasn't homophobic or anything. My motto had always been live and let live. But imagining them together just drove me crazy.

About four days after I'd discovered what they were doing I decided I would follow him to the house again. I didn't have a plan or anything. Maybe I thought I'd be able to set him straight or something. All I really knew was that I had to go.

A little after noon Alex's phone rang while we were walking to class together. He made up some bullshit excuse about picking something up for his girlfriend before class.

"I'll just meet you in class," he said before taking off.

"Yeah, alright," I replied, but I knew exactly where he was heading.

Once he was out of view I stopped walking and started moving in the direction of Greg's house. I had pictured every step of the way multiple times in my head. It wasn't long before I found myself standing on that front porch again. I had waited a couple of minutes in hiding just in case Alex had yet to show up, but I never saw him. I assumed he had already gone in. Opening the front door, I made my way in quietly.

There weren't any sounds or voices that I could here on the first floor so I headed towards the stairs. When I reached the door to the room again I found it open all the way. I carefully peered inside, but nobody was there. Confused, I listened for any movement throughout house, but there wasn't any. I started to get nervous, as I was painfully aware of the fact that I shouldn't be there.

"Where are they?" I thought, "He's supposed to be meeting with him right now. I was standing right next to him."

I went into the room and looked around. It was like any other college students room. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that told you that two men had made dirty, steamy love in here. I sat down on the bed and glanced at Greg's assortment of posters and other belongings. My thoughts returned to the other day. I pictured his muscular backside and the roundness of his ass clenched tightly in mid-thrust. The image of the girth of his cock sliding between Alex's soft lips made my cock twitch.

I got that familiar feeling again as my member began to expand. I closed my eyes and started to rub myself over my pants. My body was warm and my dick was hard just imagining the experience of a few days ago. Shaking with excitement, the idea of getting off in this room was highly arousing. I quickly got up, and went to the window. I checked outside the door and listened again for any sign of another person being in the house. When I felt assured that nobody was there I returned to the bed.

A mischievous smile crossed my lips as I pulled my pants down to my ankles. I had decided to go without underwear this morning so that I could have easier access. Grabbing my swollen rod, I firmly held it and enjoyed the warm flesh as it expanded against my hand. I sat comfortably on the bed. The sheets felt forbidden against my skin.

I started stroking myself. My own musk hit my nostrils as I breathed calmly. There was just my hand, my cock, and I. I let all other concerns in my mind fade away. My hand pumped up and down my shaft in a nice rhythm. The feeling of my palm and fingers gripping up from the base to the tip made me feel like I was in control of all that was important. I closed my eyes again and thought of the other day. The way Alex filled his mouth with inch after inch of Greg's hard dick. Tilting my head back, I basked in the moment. I masturbated as each stroke felt so achingly good.

My dick was painfully hard. I was pumping it faster in pursuit of my orgasm when the creak of the bedroom door shook me from my enjoyment. My eyes shot open and standing there in the doorway was Greg. Where I was and what I must look like suddenly became too real of a thought. I let go of my cock and put my hands to my sides while struggling to find the words to explain myself. A look of surprise on his face crept into a knowing smile. He took a few steps towards me and then closed the door behind him.

"Oh no," I thought, "He's totally going to beat my ass."

Not knowing what to do, I looked around as I struggled with finding some way to escape this situation.

"Please," I finally blurt out, "It's not what you think."

A smirk forms on his face. He steps closer.

"And what do I think?" he finally asked a bit sarcastically.

"I, um... I don't know," I said now panicking as he stood in front of me.

I flinched and threw my hands up to protect myself as he suddenly moved his arm towards me. I was startled when his hand firmly grabbed ahold of my shaft.

"Ughh," I couldn't help but moan as his grip felt great on my hard member.

I looked up at him shocked as the surprise took my breath away.

"I think you know exactly what I think," he said.

He tugged on my aching cock with a vice grip causing me to release a gasping groan. My eyes fluttered and my lips parted. His firm grasp felt so good.

I took in a sharp breath before asking, "What are you doing?"

He put a finger to his lips.

"Quiet," he simply said.

I couldn't find my voice as he brought his hand back down and gave my dick another hard tug. My mind went blank as my penis twitched and responded to his touch. He dropped to his knees and adjusted his hold of my cock.

"Oh my god," I thought.

He began to slowly stroke me with his rock hard grasp. The pressure he was applying was doing wonders. My brain was shooting fireworks. With his eyes still on me, he placed his mouth over my cock. His lips wrapped around my cockhead, and his tongue softly circled my knob. The wetness and heat felt amazing. Then he descended down causing my eyeballs to roll back.

"Ughhh," I grunted.

He sucked my cock with more vigor and passion than I had ever experienced before. His tongue danced along my shaft, tickling and teasing me each time. He made sure that he kept the pressure on me. Each time he sucked the length of my cock his lips squeezed powerfully. While he preoccupied his mouth with that, he used his strong fingers to roll my balls. The massaging of my delicate region only magnified my pleasure.

I didn't measure up to his sizable length, but I considered myself somewhat above average. When he put my entire cock down his throat though I was taken by surprise. My rigid member felt so nice enveloped completely by his mouth, and he seemed to be able to hold it there without a gag reflex. He maintained a majority of my cock down his throat as he continued to blow me. Up and down my shaft his lips went as I was caught in ecstasy. It didn't take long before I was going over the edge. After another few times of his mouth working my shaft I came with more force than I could ever remember. My muscles were clenched as my cock continued to spasm. His mouth filled up with shot after shot of cum. And while he swallowed every drop with expert ease I was rolling in a wave of pleasure.

I was breathing heavily trying to calm myself. My orgasm had finally subsided. Propping myself up, I tried to maintain my balance now that my body was sufficiently fatigued.

Greg stood up. He seemed to be finished with me, but I couldn't muster up anything to say. I was wearing a goofy smile on my face showing my obvious enjoyment. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and smirked down at me.

"You liked that, huh?" Greg said.

"Um.. yeah, I mean I guess," I replied as I wasn't really sure what just happened.

"Good," he said as he felt the waistband of his jeans.

My eyes reflexively looked to his crotch. The unmistakable impression of his bulging member pressed out against the denim. I licked my lips sensing my dry mouth. He unbuttoned his pants and proceeded to pull the zipper down. This shook me from my lustful tunnel vision. My thoughts suddenly swirled with where I was, what I had just done, what he intended to do, and the ramifications of all this on what it meant regarding my sexuality, identity, and social status.

"Oh, no," I stammered as my eyes darted between his crotch, his face, and the door.

"What is it?" He asked calmly as he began to pull the sides of his pants down.

"I can't, I can't do this," I said attempting to lift myself from the bed.

"Yeah, I think you can," he laughed, placing his hand strongly on my shoulder.

His strength and leverage kept me seated. My eyes shot up to his in surprise and worry. I drew as much courage as I could before asserting myself.

"No seriously, I can't do this," I claimed more strongly, "You don't understand."

"I know you can do this," he interrupted, "Do you want to know why?"

"Why?" I said now worried.

"Because if you don't.. I'll just call the cops and tell them that I caught you trespassing and attempting to steal things from my room," he said.

"But I..." I started before realizing he had me.

I had no way out. He was bigger and stronger than me. There was no way I could fight my way out. And if he called the cops they would believe everything he'd say. I mean, why wouldn't they?

"You really thought you could accept that gift I just gave you and walk away without returning the favor?" He asked incredulously.

I didn't know what to say. I looked down dejectedly.

"We're not done until I'm finished," he said.

He pushed me onto my back. I lay there with an alarmed look on my face as he yanked my pants and shoes off of my feet.

"Please," I plead one last time, "I'm not gay. I'm really not into this."

He pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang up upon release and slapped his abdomen. My eyes darted right to it. There it was in all of its magnificent glory.

"You sure?" He asks sarcastically, "because I can tell you like it. I've seen it written all over your face."

I felt guilty. I knew I had enjoyed the blowjob he gave me and I couldn't help but ogle at his member.

"Just lay back and relax," he said, "This is gonna happen. I know it and you know it. Just try to enjoy it. We both know your friend Alex sure does." He laughed.

I looked up at him in surprise that he knew that I knew Alex.

"You thought I didn't know who you were?" Greg smiled as he stroked his cock. "I've been wanting to get my hands on you ever since I first saw you two at that party last semester. That bottom is just begging to be taken."

"Don't worry," Greg said, "I'm sure you'll love it just as much as he does."

He grabbed ahold of my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My mind was a mix of fear, uncertainty, and lust. Knowing I couldn't get away I resigned to make this as painless an experience as possible. Even though I wouldn't consciously admit it, the way he was stroking his long dick was driving me insane. Despite having just felt my orgasm, I was getting hard again. He noticed my body betraying me and smiled at my inner turmoil.

He rubbed the head of his cock on my asshole, and spat on it to wet it. I began to squirm as he rubbed his precum in and lubed my entrance. Placing a hand on my stomach, he attempted to calm me down and hold me still. As I sensed that he was about to start I focused my attention on the ceiling. By looking away I tried to mentally put myself somewhere else.

Greg pushed the head of his cock into my hole gradually. I started to feel some pain and began to move, but he placed his hands at my hips and held me tightly. He began to push further. The pain increased with each centimeter. Eventually he stopped, which I considered a blessing because I couldn't imagine him going any farther. I thought he was all the way in, but I was so wrong. I looked down only to see several inches still remaining. Greg pulled out most of the way before he shoved himself back in.

Several attempts later, Greg finally bottomed out in my ass. My eyes were watering, as the pain was incredible. Each thrust caused me to grunt. After allowing me to get used to his giant cock for a moment he pulled back out. The feeling once he withdrew was strange. I felt empty. It was as if there was something missing.

Sliding himself back in, Greg began to saw his way in and out of me. He went deeper each time. Taking my attention off the ceiling, I noticed my dick was at full attention again. A bead of precum glistened at the tip. This didn't reflect my mental state, as the experience thus far was anything but pleasurable. Now that I had sufficiently loosened up to his thrusts though he took full advantage. Roughly, Greg ravaged my body. Pumping harder in and out than before, his sweaty frame heaved into me.

As it became easier for him it also became easier for me. It didn't happen all at once, but with each penetration it didn't hurt as bad. The sensation of fullness became almost pleasant. Pain had been replaced by a dull ache, and I was surprised when I noticed my breathing escalate. Greg's thrusts were starting to feel kind of good. My protests and clenched teeth had given away. It was then that he slowed his pumping to pull nearly all the way out.

I didn't have a chance to look to him to find out why. Greg threw himself all the way forward. He dove in to the hilt. His cock buried deep within me and before I knew what was happening a moan escaped from my lips.

"Ohhhhhh yes," I groaned.

Greg laughed at the sight of me. He pulled out and started thrusting in again. All of a sudden something had changed. His cock began to brush against a spot within me. It felt like a wave was building up. My skin tingled and my breaths became heavier as a sensation of pleasure grew over me. Almost like a can of laughing gas was going off in my chest, I could feel my face stretch into an open smile.