Tough It Out

You figure that the only discreet way you can relieve your pain is to get hammered, but you don't want to do that. Not after that time two months ago and the hooker. Tony still teases you about it.

Instead, you decide to tough it out. More than once in the evening you feel like you want to punch Bob in the face, but in a loving way.

By the time you get back to his house you feel like you're ready to burst. He starts a weak argument about how you shouldn't drive home drunk, but you just flip him and get in your car.

Finally. It doesn't take a hundred strokes before you're busting into a tissue. You sigh with relief, feeling like you've beaten back a demon from Hell. With no energy left to do anything at all, you fall asleep in the seat.

Bob wakes you up knocking on your window.

"Dude, you know I have a spare bed, right?" Bob asks ashamedly.

"Oh no, bro, I know. It's just that I was going to drive home but as soon as I sat down I thought fuck it I'm too tired."

"Well you should have rang the doorbell."

"It would have killed me," You smile.

"Well come on inside, I made breakfast."

You ravenously devour the delicious meal, and it isn't long before you decide to play.

It's last to cum wins today, but with all the sex the two of you have been having, you're both as soft as a grandpa, and no matter what you do or say to each other, neither of you can get it up. You're about to give up when you get an idea. Taking the remote, you switch the porn to gay anal. Bob raises his eyebrows, but doesn't say anything.

Slyly, you browse until you find a muscular bottom that reminds you of Bob in a thumbnail. You're both hard in seconds.

"Does this shit get you hard, bro? This is exactly what you looked like when I railed you yesterday."

"Oh fuck."

"Yeah," you pick up your pace, "look at that face of ecstasy. That's the face of a man who knows how much he likes having a rock solid cock up his ass." You feel his member start to pulse under your grip. "It's OK, bro. No need to pretend. I can feel how horny all this shit is making you, all you need to do is let go. C'mon, show me how much you want my cock, bro, just let go. Just let go, and daddy will give you breakfast every morning."

"Oh fuck!" He lets go.

"That's alright, Bob, don't blush," You laugh, "After trying my cock once, any man would react the same way."

"Fuck you," He breathes, "I can't believe I lost again."

"Awww, don't pout," you trace your fingers over his lips, "maybe the real winner was the cocks we fucked along the way."

"Fuck you," He repeats, but with no conviction at all. Actually, despite his language, you're confident he's just as happy about the outcome as you are.