Totally Not Gay Stuff

The two young men found a rather expensive queen-sized bed setup on the luxury end of the show room and plopped down on it after Taylor took off his shirt, leaving both of them completely naked.

Already knowing what to do, Craig snatched up the remote control at the foot of the mattress and started playing with the adjustable base it was on.

He moved up the head of the bed up enough to where they were sitting at a fifty-degree angle, and Craig threw the remote aside before grabbing his friend’s permanently erect cock.

Taylor gasped at his touch, and his heart began racing when his grip began pumping up and down his pole’s meaty length.

Hesitantly, Taylor reached over and began returning the favor.

He was surprised at how hard Craig was, at how smooth his thick cock was in his hand, and at how turned on his short friend’s lusty face looked by the situation.

Taylor didn’t think jerking off and being jerked off by another guy would be so hot, but then again, he never thought Craig would become God either, so there was that.

“I could get used to this.” Craig said with a soft laugh. “How are you doing?”

“Pretty good, yeah.” Taylor responded with a nervous smile, his cock throbbing harder than ever in his friend’s skillful hand. “Gotta say though, this is totally gay.”

“No, what?” Craig asked sarcastically. “We’re just a couple of dudes hanging out on a mattress and making sure that we’re both comfortable on it.”

“It’s sounds even more gay when you put it like that.”

The two shared a chuckle and continued to pleasure each other, and before long, their cocks were shiny and slick from the amount of precum they were leaking and rubbing across their fat dicks.

It didn’t take Taylor long for him to feel his climax building up, and judging by the increased swelling and twitching from Craig’s steely baby-maker, the young man could tell that his friend was on the edge as well.

They both grunted and groaned, cumming at the exact same time as they did earlier. Their cocks shot out just as much cum for just as long, coating each of their bellies and chests as they squirmed around in their places on the elevated bed. After a mind-numbing half-minute or so, Taylor released his tight grip on Craig’s big dick and melted into the comfortable bed beneath them, breathing heavily and sweating as his friend was calm and relaxed as he continued to play with Taylor’s dick.

“Now that was pretty gay.” Craig chuckled, placing his palm atop Taylor’s hard and gooey cockhead like it was a gear shift. “Especially when you bucked your hips and moaned like a girl.”

“F-Fuck off…” Taylor said with a reddening face, wriggling in the mess they made on themselves and the mattress below as Craig rubbed the tip of his cock. “God, we came so much…”

“You can just call me Craig, my dude.”

Taylor rolled his eyes.

“Can you, uh…”

“I guess.” Craig sighed, and suddenly they were squeaky clean once more. There wasn’t a drop of white goo to be found on or around them.

Taylor ran his hands across his smooth abdomen, feeling somewhat more refreshed.

He then stretched his arms and placed his hands behind his head as he settled into his seat, admiring his foot-long friend as his Godly friend massaged its pulsing dome.

He could get used to this, Taylor thought to himself as he closed his eyes and imagined that Craig’s hand belonged to Jane.