Alfie started gasping and choking, his hands scrabbling at Max’s thighs in an attempt to escape, but Max was about twice as strong as he was and had the advantage of position.
“You’re making him cry,” Bruiser observed matter-of-factly.
“Like you didn’t.”
Bruiser snickered. “Facts, dude. Nothing but facts.”
From behind Alfie came the sounds of a hockey game being played, but the sounds grew more distant as his consciousness receded until he was pretty sure he wasn’t actually conscious anymore, or at least that no part of him other than his mouth and throat were conscious because those parts of him were keenly aware that he had a jock’s cock inside him, fucking him ruthlessly. But then a commercial came on and Max withdrew his cock and pushed Alfie away from him.
Alfie wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “You didn’t come,” he complained, his voice wrecked and whiny.
“Thirsty for it,” Bruiser said with a snicker.
“For the third time, you’re here so I can fuck you.” Max pushed him even farther away so he could get to his feet. “Kneel up on the sofa there. You can hang onto the back.”
He reached for the bag Alfie had brought and started applying a condom. Alfie took a moment to appreciate the size of the bat Max was swinging now that he could see it in full before kneeling up on the sofa and thrusting his ass back in invitation. That thing was going to wreck him, but he couldn’t wait for it to happen.
He didn’t have to wait long. Mere moments after he’d gotten in position, Max was jamming a fat cock head against his sphincter.
“Wait!” Alfie scrambled out of position.
“Wait what?”
“You gotta stretch me. Lube. I brought lube.”
Max looked at the tube he’d discarded on the coffee table. “I’m not touching your butthole,” he said as if he couldn’t imagine anything more disgusting.
“I’ll do it myself then. Just… you gotta, I can’t, you’re really…”
Bruiser chuckled. “Told you he’d be gagging for it.”
“He was already gagging. I’m trying to fuck him.” Max heaved an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Just do it fast.”
Alfie snatched up the lube and got to work, embarrassed about fingering himself in front of two basically straight guys, but he couldn’t let Max’s giant dong in there without some kind of prep. And neither of them was paying any attention to him anyway. Bruiser was watching the television and Max had cued up a video on his phone. Sounds of heterosexual sex emanated from it—some woman’s high-pitched squeals.
“Are you done yet?” Max asked. “This is the best part.” He put his phone on the couch as Alfie rotated around to face away. If he looked down, he could see her—the woman who wasmoaning—so he didn’t look down. He looked straight ahead, at the kitchenette where Max and Bruiser got their beers from, and held his breath as Max lined up the head of his enormous cock with Alfie’s only vaguely non-virginal ass.
He’d put some inanimate objects up there. And a few times since getting to college he’d had Grindr hookups that had resulted in actual man-flesh being up there, but neither man-flesh nor silicon had been anywhere near Max’s size. Just his tip alone felt too big to fit. Alfie could’ve used a lot more prep and some tender slowness, but what he got instead was “aaaaah!”
“Quiet,” Max said as he ruthlessly stuffed all nine inches up Alfie’s channel. “I’m trying to listen to this.” He reached over Alfie’s back and cranked up the volume on his phone, assaulting Alfie’s ears with a woman’s moans as he continued his assault on Alfie’s ass. His dick just kept coming and coming, impossibly large, and thick too, until Alfie was crammed so full he figured he must be fifty percent Max.
He panted, dropping his head until it rested on the back of the couch, trying to make sense out of what he was feeling. If he could just get a hand on his cock. Here he was, living out his dream of being fucked by a gorgeous, hung jock, and he couldn’t even enjoy it.
Max slid in and out of him, not gently but not exactly ramming it in there either. Smooth and coordinated, the way he did everything.
“Yeah, babe,” he said, but even as a spasm of hope zinged through Alfie’s chest, he realized, based on the angle of Max’s head, that the babe in question was on Max’s screen. “Come for me.”
Fuck, if only Alfie could. Not that Max cared. He was still talking to the woman on the screen. But if Alfie was a woman, or at least someone without his sex organs locked up, he would definitely be coming. Max was a great fuck. He could really snaphis hips, and his strokes kept getting faster and faster, keeping pace with Alfie’s arousal level.
Alfie would be working his cock so hard right now, building to a truly glorious explosion. Instead he whimpered as quietly as he could so he wouldn’t make Max mad, and dug his fingers into the fabric of the couch. His cage bounced rhythmically against his thighs, and his prostate screamed. Wasn’t there such a thing as a prostate orgasm? If he could just… if Max would angle his cock a little more…
But then Max came, in synchronization with the woman in the video like a conscientious partner, his short nails drilling holes in Alfie’s hips as he drove all nine inches about ten inches deep. Alfie spasmed along with him, though not in orgasm. More like in disappointment. Or relief. Or maybe sympathetic orgasm. He couldn’t explain it. His whole body just sort of imploded into a tight ball ofalmost.
Behind him, Max withdrew. He pulled off the condom and dangled it over Alfie’s shoulder. “Do something with that, would you?”
Alfie dismounted from the couch, holding the lip of the condom carefully between his fingers so it wouldn’t spill. He pulled up his pants, figuring they were done here, and carried the condom into the kitchen where he opened the cabinet door beneath the sink. Most people kept their garbage beneath the sink, and it turned out that, in this way at least, Max was a regular dude.
But right as he was about to drop the condom in the trash, it occurred to him that he’d been looking forward to drinking Max’s come earlier. Max had shot a big load—Alfie could see that from how full the tip of the condom was—and it seemed a shame to waste it, so he tipped the condom up and emptied it into his mouth. From the living room came a mocking burst of laughter that told him he’d been caught doing it.
