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Alarm clock. Hard dick. Brian opened his eyes, scratched his abs, and pulled at his cock. It was 2 PM, but he was tired after just waking up (out late last night... morning... whenever). He threw off the covers and got up. Fuck. I have to get to work. He pulled on some boxers in a quick sort of way and ran to the bathroom out in the hall.
Shit. It wasn't very long til he heard the water running -- Dad was still in the shower, probably on a break from work. He knocked on the door a bunch of times, six minutes to get to work (not counting a ten minute leeway secured for being just a little late) and worst of all, he needed to take a piss. Bad.
He knocked on the door hard. "What? Brian?" His dad yelled out from the bathroom, and soon after the sound of water started to lessen. Brian was pacing, rubbing his dick to keep it quiet and panting his feet back and forth, standing out in the hallway in some boxers -- which were really uncomfortable, and he just realized they were on backwards. Fuck I hate getting up. Another loud knock and the door opens halfway, his Dad's wet head popping out of the door. Brian pushed it opened full way, walked past his wet Dad, pulled off his boxers and pissed out into the bowl with his semi-hard cock in his hand -- "Hey. Sorry."
Brian was always late for work. Ricky had to cover for the prick, and for a whole half hour. And what was the point? Well, obviously. Brian has a sweet ass.
He's seen it too. They've known each other for a while now, family friends for years. Whenever he's at his house, Brian has a habit of walking around naked. Nothing really gay, but just from the bathroom to his room and stuff. Ricky's always figured Brian's an exhibitionist, really. And so there's always that hope that one day he'll just rip off his shirt and grin and start to suck off on his dick in the storage room with a hurricane tongue. He could just see Bri standing in front of him, naked, on purpose, with that I'm-a-fucking-god look on his face, ready to unzip his Blockbuster uniform pants... "Ricky!" He shuffled to pull back up his boxers and zip his pants and started for the door before hearing "Ricky! Are you in storage? Unpack the Guaranteed In Stock boxes, alright? Brian just got here, he'll come in to help you in a second!"
By the time Brian opened the door and waited for a response (Brian's always waiting for a response. It's one of the things Ricky knew from the start), Ricky was working steadily (or at least pretending to) and said resentfully [and pretty loudly], "You're late." Brian grinned and closed the door, "Yeah. Sorry about that. I was busy." Ricky rolled his ass, but his dick was still pretty stiff from before. As a matter of fact, it was getting harder. Rubbing it up against the metal shelf ever since Bri came in probably wasn't helping that -- Brian, as usual, noticed.
Ricky pretending to work on filing movies -- he didn't even know the titles, he just put them into piles and listened to Brian breathe behind him, and he just kept getting all the harder. Bri has that effect on most guys. Brian had the same thing in mind. Quietly, he pulled off his blue and yellow Blockbluster polo crew and walked close behind Ricky. Breathing on his neck, hands going across his waist, beneath his belt.
Ricky turned around while Brian looked into his face and shoved his tongue down his throat, popping the button of his pants in one motion and felt up his dick. His hard dick. Aw fuck. "Ricky! Brian! Are you done yet? We need these shelves restocked by 3.00!" Over the tone of his yells from outside, Brian kept his eyes closed and kept his body moving against Ricky's while kissing and saying quietly, "Let's go back to my place." Around all the noise, these are the words that Ricky hears the loudest.
Brian opens the door and leads the way into his room, peeling off clothes while walking and doing that hot little butt strutting thing that Ricky can't fucking get enough of. When they get into his room, Ricky's slowly peeling off his clothes but the only thing he knows is Brian's flaccid 5 inches is hanging in front of him and he is saying, "You want to touch it, right?" He looked at Ricky honestly while stroking and walking over to him. He nodded, and Bri pushed him down to his knees. "Fucking suck it then."
He closed his eyes and leaned back. Brian's dick was everything he dreamed of. It felt hard in his mouth, solid and heavy. It fucked back and forth from Bri's hips with a kind of growl coming from his throat. The veins pricked against his teeth and Brian winced and moaned, liking it harder, pushing and grinding his dick down Ricky's throat. "Fuck it cocksucker, take it all. God don't stop." His balls were clenched tight, Ricky squeezed them hard and Brian fucked his face harder and harder. "Suck it good, Ricky." He slurped the hot rod with his tongue and licked slow and hard against the slit, precum already coming out.
"Fucking hell." Bri moved faster and faster while he bucked his hips and clenched his ass harder and longer, he pumped his slippery dick into Ricky's mouth, ready to shoot off, and slammed his head into his friend. He banged against Ricky fifteen or twenty times before he finally came. With a grin he said, "Get on your ass."
Alarm clock. Hard dick. Brian opened his eyes, scratched his abs, and pulled at his cock. It was 2 PM, but he was tired after just waking up (out late last night... morning... whenever). He threw off the covers and got up. Fuck. I have to get to work. He pulled on some boxers in a quick sort of way and ran to the bathroom out in the hall.
Shit. It wasn't very long til he heard the water running -- Dad was still in the shower, probably on a break from work. He knocked on the door a bunch of times, six minutes to get to work (not counting a ten minute leeway secured for being just a little late) and worst of all, he needed to take a piss. Bad.
He knocked on the door hard. "What? Brian?" His dad yelled out from the bathroom, and soon after the sound of water started to lessen. Brian was pacing, rubbing his dick to keep it quiet and panting his feet back and forth, standing out in the hallway in some boxers -- which were really uncomfortable, and he just realized they were on backwards. Fuck I hate getting up. Another loud knock and the door opens halfway, his Dad's wet head popping out of the door. Brian pushed it opened full way, walked past his wet Dad, pulled off his boxers and pissed out into the bowl with his semi-hard cock in his hand -- "Hey. Sorry."
Brian was always late for work. Ricky had to cover for the prick, and for a whole half hour. And what was the point? Well, obviously. Brian has a sweet ass.
He's seen it too. They've known each other for a while now, family friends for years. Whenever he's at his house, Brian has a habit of walking around naked. Nothing really gay, but just from the bathroom to his room and stuff. Ricky's always figured Brian's an exhibitionist, really. And so there's always that hope that one day he'll just rip off his shirt and grin and start to suck off on his dick in the storage room with a hurricane tongue. He could just see Bri standing in front of him, naked, on purpose, with that I'm-a-fucking-god look on his face, ready to unzip his Blockbuster uniform pants... "Ricky!" He shuffled to pull back up his boxers and zip his pants and started for the door before hearing "Ricky! Are you in storage? Unpack the Guaranteed In Stock boxes, alright? Brian just got here, he'll come in to help you in a second!"
By the time Brian opened the door and waited for a response (Brian's always waiting for a response. It's one of the things Ricky knew from the start), Ricky was working steadily (or at least pretending to) and said resentfully [and pretty loudly], "You're late." Brian grinned and closed the door, "Yeah. Sorry about that. I was busy." Ricky rolled his ass, but his dick was still pretty stiff from before. As a matter of fact, it was getting harder. Rubbing it up against the metal shelf ever since Bri came in probably wasn't helping that -- Brian, as usual, noticed.
Ricky pretending to work on filing movies -- he didn't even know the titles, he just put them into piles and listened to Brian breathe behind him, and he just kept getting all the harder. Bri has that effect on most guys. Brian had the same thing in mind. Quietly, he pulled off his blue and yellow Blockbluster polo crew and walked close behind Ricky. Breathing on his neck, hands going across his waist, beneath his belt.
Ricky turned around while Brian looked into his face and shoved his tongue down his throat, popping the button of his pants in one motion and felt up his dick. His hard dick. Aw fuck. "Ricky! Brian! Are you done yet? We need these shelves restocked by 3.00!" Over the tone of his yells from outside, Brian kept his eyes closed and kept his body moving against Ricky's while kissing and saying quietly, "Let's go back to my place." Around all the noise, these are the words that Ricky hears the loudest.
Brian opens the door and leads the way into his room, peeling off clothes while walking and doing that hot little butt strutting thing that Ricky can't fucking get enough of. When they get into his room, Ricky's slowly peeling off his clothes but the only thing he knows is Brian's flaccid 5 inches is hanging in front of him and he is saying, "You want to touch it, right?" He looked at Ricky honestly while stroking and walking over to him. He nodded, and Bri pushed him down to his knees. "Fucking suck it then."
He closed his eyes and leaned back. Brian's dick was everything he dreamed of. It felt hard in his mouth, solid and heavy. It fucked back and forth from Bri's hips with a kind of growl coming from his throat. The veins pricked against his teeth and Brian winced and moaned, liking it harder, pushing and grinding his dick down Ricky's throat. "Fuck it cocksucker, take it all. God don't stop." His balls were clenched tight, Ricky squeezed them hard and Brian fucked his face harder and harder. "Suck it good, Ricky." He slurped the hot rod with his tongue and licked slow and hard against the slit, precum already coming out.
"Fucking hell." Bri moved faster and faster while he bucked his hips and clenched his ass harder and longer, he pumped his slippery dick into Ricky's mouth, ready to shoot off, and slammed his head into his friend. He banged against Ricky fifteen or twenty times before he finally came. With a grin he said, "Get on your ass."
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