by Van Barrett
Since that moment of bliss / That thrilling kiss . . .
The game, if it could even be called that anymore, crawled to a halt as the two men eagerly explored each other, as if they were completely alone with each other.
The sweltering passion of the moment enveloped everyone in that room. All eyes were on Austin and Mike. Dragged along for the ride, the girls watched quietly as two men delighted in each other and turned each other on. A guilty curiosity stole the girls' breath away.
Were the men even aware that there were others here – watching them? Mike's hand touched Austin's side, gently slid down his thin torso. Austin shivered, his hand going to Mike's, guiding him lower.
“Holy shit,” Lauren panted at last.
And that broke the spell. Austin's eyes shot open, remembering where he was, and he scrambled back to his spot in the circle.
Holy shit. A graveness swallowed him. He'd completely lost control of himself. Hadn't expected any of that to happen.
And – ugh – he hadn't expected to get hard over it.
Worse, it wasn't the type of boner that conveniently settled the right way and stayed hidden between your thighs. No. This was one that protruded, through the slit of his boxers, pressing painfully up, directly against the crotch of his khakis. His cock tented his pants, shamefully large and embarrassingly out in the open. There no was hope of hiding it, and the fact that Austin fidgeted with his hands in his pockets, trying in vain to pull his erection back down and stuff it in his boxers, only drew more attention to it.
“Um. Did somebody turn up the heat in here, ooor …?” Sarah fanned herself, her eyes wide and locked on Austin's hardness. Her cheeks were rosy and pink.
“Fuck, that's big,” Amanda croaked quietly.
“Shit,” Mike hissed, nodding his head with disbelief. “Sure is.”
“Guess you got him excited, huh?” Amanda nudged Mike's shoulder. The couple tittered.
“Um,” Austin stammered. He couldn't believe he'd let himself go that far! What strange force had possessed him, had allowed him to do such a thing in the first place? It surely wasn't him in control, that much he knew for sure.
The fucking weed, that's what did it!
He glanced at Kelly. She looked pissed as hell. Her nostrils flared. Her brows angled harshly. Her expression seemed to scream, Do something! Get me the fuck out of here!
“Um,” Austin gulped. “I uh. I think we should probably go. Thanks for having us over … and … nice to meet everyone.”
Austin stood up. The girls giggled once more – his cock was still hard as a rock, bulging ridiculously from the crotch of his khakis. And now, with Austin standing, it was at their eye-level.
“You two have fun tonight,” Amanda grinned with a devilishness, as she crawled into Mike's lap and rubbed her ass in his crotch.
But Austin knew they didn't understand. He didn't have that kind of relationship with Kelly. They weren't turned on by the idea of the other being sexually aroused by another partner … no, not at all, and now they both had more questions than answers. Austin knew he was in for a long argument, maybe even another sleepless night.
Austin and Kelly hurriedly gave hugs and rushed out of Mike's house.
As soon as they closed the door behind them and entered the cool of night, Kelly stormed off. Austin had to hurry to keep up with her – when she was pissed, she always let him know it by walking fast as hell.
“Hey, Kel! Babe! Wait up!” Austin panted. He reached into his khakis and adjusted his hard cock so it wasn't sticking straight out so goddamned bad anymore. “Babe!”
Austin trotted to catch up with her. She hurried off, her arms folded.
“Talk to me!”
“… I can't fucking believe you,” she said at last.
Austin kept pace, trying to get Kelly to look him in the eye. “Hey, what the hell? You said you wanted me to fit in! I didn't wanna play that game in the first place! It was your idea! I only played because you made me!”
Kelly stopped walking and finally looked at him. “I never made you kiss a guy like that.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Austin asked lamely, and Kelly hurried off again. “Damnit, Kel! Talk to me.”
“I don't know! I don't know what I'm supposed to say!”
“Well, say what you feel.” But Austin felt a sense of doom, unsure if he was ready to hear that.
“I don't think you wanna hear that right now.”
Austin sighed. “So what now?”
“I wanna be alone tonight.”
“At least let me walk you home. It's late and you're all alone.”
“Fine.”
They didn't say another word. Austin walked his girlfriend to her house, half a mile away, hoping she might invite him in to talk. But once they reached her door, she didn't turn back; she only muttered “have a good night” and let herself in and shut the door on him.
“What the fuck, man,” Austin mumbled to himself as he walked himself home.
***
Austin made it home by 4:30 AM. He let himself into his empty apartment. He had no roommates and no pets – no patience for the former and no time for the latter. But, on nights like these, he wished he had someone or something to talk to.
Instead, he went to his room, kicked off his clothes, and climbed into bed. Where he tossed and turned, thinking the night over.
It sucked. All of it. He'd only done what Kelly wanted him to do all along. Fit in! She wanted him to fit in, right? Well, clearly, that's the kind of thing her friends do … they play games of spin the bottle and all kiss each other, like it's fucking 7th grade all over again or something. And now she's mad at him because he actually went along with it for once?
Women. You can never win! Austin shook his head.
But still – Austin knew that wasn't the whole story. Part of him, even if he'd never admit it, knew Kelly was right to be pissed.
There's a thin line between fun and games and … whatever that was. Truth was? He'd straight up forgotten that the others were even there. He lost himself in that game of spin the bottle. Worse, he'd lost himself – kissing another man.
Damn it, Austin gulped guiltily, replaying the events in his head. Mike's hot breath on his lip. Mike's tongue, begging for permission as it slithered along the soft swell of his bottom lip. The way Austin actually met Mike's tongue with his own. The way their tongues wrestled against each other.
Fuck.
Why couldn't that have happened, with, say, Amanda? Mike's hot, busty, and obviously freaky girlfriend? Would Kelly be as mad then? Hell yeah, she would – she'd be mad, but she'd still take him home and you can bet your ass, she'd fuck him at the end of the night – to remind him who exactly he belonged to.
But that wasn't what happened. That wasn't how it went down. Not at all.
God damn it, Austin whimpered to himself.
He knew if word about this spread – his Dad might find out. And that could literally be the end of not just Austin's political career, but Dad's, too. That was such a nauseating thought, Austin had no choice but to banish it immediately.
The craziest part? He was still hard. He never stopped being hard. Not for a moment. And no matter how much he tossed and turned, that hardness wasn't going away, and he knew it. Not until he did something about it.
“Ugh,” Austin groaned with a weakness. He pulled his cock through the slit in his boxers. His hard, throbbing flesh was so hot, it felt almost sticky. Sweltering, Austin thought, that's the word. Yeah.
He wrapped his fingers around his sweltering cock and tugged it. Gently at first, just teasing himself with short and light strokes.
“Fuck yeah.”
What would've happened? That's what Austin wanted to know more than anything. If those girls weren't there – what would Austin have done? He was guiding Mike's hand lower … between his legs. Would he – would he have really let Mike touch him? Would he have snapped out of his trance and awakened at some point? Like, at some p
oint preferably before he let another man touch his erect cock?
The thought a made a jolt shoot from his balls. It tingled up his spine, made his whole chest shiver. And he almost shot his seed.
“Damn,” Austin grunted, letting himself calm before he jerked it anymore.
Hell, if no one was there to interrupt them – who is to say that they'd even stop there? What if Mike pulled at his khakis … what if Mike tore his pants off, and then his boxers, and then wrapped his lips around his hard, pounding cock?
Would he really have been able to stop him?
“Fuck!” Austin shouted, his tight fist flying up and down his manhood. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum!”
In his dark room, Austin couldn't see it, but he sure felt the thick ropes of semen splatter on his belly and chest. He felt the warm trickle of cream drip down his knuckles. His legs thrashed wildly on the bed, his nuts raising pleasurably as they emptied their seed.
“Oh, damn!” he moaned as he pulled his cock deeply from the base, milking it for every last drop. He struggled to catch his breath.
He didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm that powerful. And he had to wonder why.
“Maybe … it was the cookie?” he asked, ashamed at how unsure he sounded. “Fuck.”
But, at last, his cock finally softened and flopped over against his belly, splashing down in a puddle of his cum. And Austin himself went limp, suddenly tuckered out, and closed his eyes.
A song from earlier played in his head as he dozed off.
What a difference a day made / Twenty four little hours . . .
. . . to be continued!
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