Repeating the primal scene that started things off

"Oh, fuck, Gary, bone me, man," Trent said. Stuart's surf-punk friend knelt in Gary's office chair, gripping the back while Gary took him up the ass from behind. "I haven't gotten any since Stu went on his trip."

Gary stroked into Trent with a slow, easy rhythm. "Glad I could help out," he said.

"Fuck yeah, you're the man," Trent said. "Step it up."

Bernie watched though Gary's bedroom door. Standing there, with the door open a crack, Bernie had the view that Gary's mother had when Veevee had caught Gary and Peter and stopped to watch. That scene had set off the encounters that had led to Bernie catching Gary and his mother masturbating together in the Super Surf van.

Gary stepped up his pace, his long, thick cock sliding faster in and out of Trent's ass.

"Feels good, yeah," Gary said. He bit his lip. "Yeah."

"No shit that's good," Trent said. "Why do you even bother with chicks? All that drama."

Gary snorted. Trent was kind of a drama factory himself. "I like eating cunt," Gary said.

Trent said, "Can't argue, I like it too. I've sucked enough cunt off you, Stu, and Kevin's cocks, I finally got a girlfriend."

"So why're you here?" Gary said.

"She's busy today, and I wanted cock," Trent said. "Give it to me, slam me, man."

After that there were no words. Bernie watched Gary stroke faster and harder, his belly slapping into Trent's buttocks. Trent moaned. His head hung low. Trent's cock bounced with the strokes, partly erect, oozing clear fluid from the tip.

Trent's moans got louder and lower in pitch. His shoulders tensed. His chin tilted up, and he pressed back at Gary, taking him to full depth. His hands clamped down tight on the chair back, making it creak. "Auughhaaah!" he groaned. A thick thread of white cum flowed out of his half-erect cock onto the towel covering Gary's chair.

Gary dug his fingertips tightly into Trent's buttocks. The squeezing of Trent's ass was enough to send him over the top. "Ah, man, yeah!" Gary called. "Yeah!" Gary cried out as his cock swelled, bucked, and shot cum into Stuart's favorite dick-socket.

There was a motion in the edge of Gary's vision. His bedroom door was closing, just like it had that time.

"Fuck, man, that was intense," Trent said. "You know you're fucking big?"

Gary gave a half-chuckle. "People say that. Out?"

"Yeah," Trent said. "Easy."

Gary pinched the base of his condom and eased back, Trent's ring sliding up his shaft. Trent flinched as Gary's big cock head popped out, then sighed.

"Man, hit me again before Stu comes back," Trent said.

"Bernie's calling the shots on that," Gary said.

"She asked for this, right. Tell her you want a rematch," Trent said. He rolled his head and shoulders. "But not tomorrow, I'm gonna need a few days to recover."

Gary laughed.

"I'm gonna get a shower, then I'm gonna light up," Trent said. "Join me?"

"You're on your own," Gary said. "Back porch, pack out your butts."

Trent laughed. "I like your new girlfriend," he said. "She's a shit lot better than Sharon."

"People say that," Gary said.

They laughed together.

"Go get her," Trent said. He held out his hand high and clasped Gary's. "You nailed me good. Thanks."