Davie's Day Off (M/M)

I was cordially invited.
Of course, saying it like that brings the image that this was a fancy dinner party, or that my non-existent child was being held hostage by a billionaire megalomaniac and would be sold into chattel slavery if I could not attend.

*Ahem*

It was a get-together by my friend Davie. No rhyme or reason, just wanted a day off from work and decided a Thursday was a good day to take it. I might as well admit, I thought it was strange to request me personally a couple hours earlier before the larger get-together. Suppose I was the only one available due to it being in the middle of a work day. Eh, what better way to spend a pseudo-long weekend than with friends. Man time! Manly men doing men things! Ooga booga. Caveman smash!

Okay, I did have a couple of segues to throw into the mix besides caveman smash... I'm not a saint, nor respectful to a man's lone day off. I mean, the dude invited me. What should I have done; say no? I was not privy to the workman's week, so with a couple hours before any of the other guys arrive, that would leave me and Davie alone for the better part of the day. I knock on his door around noon.

"Davie~!"

Davie greets me in a robe looking like a million bucks, grinning with his painted on five O-clock shadow. You might think the tone suggestive were he not clothed underneath with shorts and a tee; the weirdo. "Killer Fish! How you doin', John.

"I'm good, man. Great!" Barely a vampire's invitation, I take a lock-step behind him as we adjourn to the living room, "So Thursday, huh? You sure you can't push it to Friday?"

Davie laughs, squints, and rolls his eyes to my continued pestering. He knows I mean well. "Still on that one, are you? It's okay - four day work week, but it has a little mini-weekend inside that."

"Ah, I sorta get that." Davie takes a seat on the couch, and I take the corner chair surveying the entirety of the living room. From my vantage I can see out the window to the front yard, the front door, the stairs, and hallway to the kitchen, bath, and the T-offshoot to the back bedrooms

"The other guys are getting off around five-ish- except Pete! He said more six-ish seven-ish."

"He's gonna be missing out." I allude. "Are we having a sleep-over?" I notice a couple of travel bags hidden in the corner by the half-wall, pointing to them before continuing, "Also, what the heck are we doing for five hours? You can't have that much planned just for us two guys."

Davie takes a minute to register my slew of questions, taking a lackadaisical (love that word) snooze on the sofa's armrest. "Ahuh, I've got a few things planned. And those bags are my brother-in-law's. He's staying with us over the weekend."

"Oh, Scoobert's in town? (That's not his name.) Casual visit?"
"Sh-yeah. Ol' Scoobert. Solving crime..."

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"Okay, Mr. Billionaire... so what are we doing? Is your brother-in-law here right now?"

'Mm-no, he's out right now..."

I raise an eyebrow. I'd almost think he's dodging the question now if I didn't know he's just that terrible at planning functions beyond a time and place. I can understand that I'm the only one here because everyone else is working, but what, he thinks I'm enough of a homebody to sit around and watch TV for five hours - on a Thursday?! That's crazy talk; I want action!

"Davie!"
"What!"

"What are we doing? Should we go somewhere? Go out? Do you still have your gym membership? I could get a guest pass."

"Oh, no. I was just thinking we chill here and watch T-"
"Bro."

"It's my day off!" Davie shushes, then croaks at his own laziness, "Okay-okay, you're right. I did invite you, we should do something more... substantial (great word, too). What do you have in mind?"

"Well gee, Davie, if you want my suggestion," Here we go, "Uh, I was thinking I designate you 'free to use' for the next 24 hours. The guys this evening'll get a huge kick out of it!"

Designate. As I say the words, something is activated. Davie croons in acknowledgement, his posture immediately relaxing as the necessity for decency evaporates around him. "Oh, O-okay. Sounds good, John."

Of course, like always, being enlisted for non-stop sex has little else reaction for those designated. "Do you want any snacks from the kitchen? I was saving them for this evening but, y'know, I could probably make some lunch for us."

"Emm, maybe in a bit. We could also go out and get something to eat... I wouldn't mind the show of you getting it on with some horny waiters, haha..." Not before I get a little for myself first, though.

Here I was, with a lethargic and subjectively attractive man who has nowhere to be for the next five hours. The time was 12:12, easy enough to remember for when the free use will wear off. His co-workers tomorrow might be able to squeeze in a last-minute quickie before the weekend; a titillating thought. Poor Davie here was in for a world of hump.

I get up from my seat, pacing back and forth in front of Davie as I think of what to do with him. "I've never free-used you before, have I?"

"Nope. You could say I'm a free-use virgin."

"Wow, so this is gonna be quite an experience... But you've certainly been on the giving end before. I remember back at New Years, you were practically shoving the other guys outta the way to get back into Carl's ass."

We're probably one of the weirder friend groups that exist - getting together for the big holidays to share ass. What would they do without me. Haha, and you probably thought we all just sat around and gossiped sports.

Davie chuckles while reminiscing, "Heh. Can't say I'm looking forward to any one of his retaliations. Dude's testicles are like wrecking balls."

I've had the privilege for a couple years now, and I can't say I understand how free-use turns a straight man into a horndog for another man's bottom. A friend's bottom, no less. Sure, I'm the exception; I'm halfway a pervert. But in cases like Carl and Davie - penis size is another story, you can't fixate on the size of your buddy's testicles and not have someone suspect you're at the very least bi - or have some unrequited feelings deep down.

I know, I know. Everyone thinks it's casual - and I'm rambling.

I want to get some use in before taking Davie out, and what better way to do that than by getting naked.

"Get naked."

"Wha- now?"

"You're free-use, remember? Pants. Shirt. Off. I wanna see them titties."

Davie blushes, "God, okay. Never thought it'd be this degrading." F.

Davie slides down his shorts, stepping out one leg, then the other. Typical undress form. What wasn't typical was the straining dick bulge in some very - very form-fitting underwear. Not the kind you'd wear for comfort during a day off.

"I'd ask you to get hard, but it looks kinda difficult in that straitjacket around your keks."

"Would you believe me if I said it's good for blood flow?"

"Not even a little bit. Underwear. Off."

The billionaire's tummy pudge is released from the extraneous elastic. In the pay-per-view sunlight Davie's naked body shines a faint cheeto-dust luster. For a man who ignores his gym membership, he's surprisingly fit. A noticable jiggle were he to stand in place and jump, but let's face it: we're not all built like chickens.

That's probably a good thing as I was able to appreciate the man's learning curve to this whole 'free-use' dealio. I got the sense I was getting more creative with my double entendres over the years, but I shouldn't go tooting my own horn.

"What now?" Davie stands full-frontal next to the front yard window. "I'm cold."

"Now," I say, kicking off my pants to waylay the room's stand-still. "Bring that ass over here," I wiggle into the imprinted couch cushion.

Davie hesitantly turns on his heel, lowering his hindquarters to my eye-level. I take a hand to his cheek and spit into him, a rapidly twitching hairy hole for the taking. He knew what to expect, but he really wasn't prepared for this.

"You cleaned down here, too?! What gives!" Maybe he was prepared?

"Can you just put it in before I get second thoughts?"

"Hah, those second thoughts won't have much sway now." I pull Davie down into the crook of my lap, "For the next 23 hours and fifty-so minutes, you're everyone's to use. Mount up, cowboy."

"Oh boy- wait- whoa!" Davie jumps as I line my dick up to his hole, pushing in around his protests. Weak knees to fight back are just as much the privilege's doing as it may be the surprise of an anal probe. Davie cringes, struggling awkwardly as his ass is pressed down against my thighs.

"Mmmm, don't be so tense." I put a hand to his shoulder, wrapping around his underarms to grab at his man-tits. "You ever do this with your wife?"

"Ehuh, sometimes... I don't usually have this good a view of the TV..."

"You're welcome to put something on - it is your day off."

"Nonono, I'm go-ood!" Davie yelps as I buck in my seat, dropping him back onto my lap, "Besides, I'm not really suh-sure where the remote is."

At my behest, Davie starts rocking on my dick. Lifting himself up ever so slightly, before sitting back down, stretching himself further. I wasn't sure how he was taking it until I started hearing those sniffling moans he usually does while inside Carl. Hearing that, during a new experience for the big man, I must be doing something right.

"Here, lemme slide over. Put one of your legs on the cushion. You'll get more leverage."

"Mm-omkay."

I didn't have much more pointers than that. Davie was good for a first time bottoming. He knew to gyrate in a way both pleasurable, as well as aesthetic. Flexibility could use some work, though. Fine ass; you could see his glutes working, trying to find the muscles to milk my dick dry.

"D-Davie... have you been prepping for this?"

Davie of course could no longer answer. A sniveling mess of guttural moans, clearly enjoying himself to the rhythmic slapping of his ass cheeks to my legs. He was in a growing mating call for all the world to hear. If only I left the front door open, there might've been a line forming outside.

"Aaah- fuck- fuck yeah!" He stamps his feet back to the floor, which I take as a cue to switch positions, putting him on his stomach as I mercilessly plow him into the cushion cracks. "Ggmmf!"

I'm not sure what word that was. I didn't care. His ass was mine, as well as everyone else's. His fingers claw into the upholstery, and he lifts his head to gnaw a moan into the side of it. He's starting to hump the cushions beneath in an attempt to get himself off, horny bugger.

My RPMs are reaching their maximum. Depleted my stamina a little too fast thrusting into the man's backside, I know I'm about to cum. Davie's a used toy, lying lifelessly as I rock him into the finish line - he's probably already come. "Asshole!" I curse shamelessly to the room.

Stop... slow thrust, slow. Again, and once more. I slowly pull out of Davie, a sticky string clings to the tip, and a puddle of ooze globs out. I give a swift smack to his ass promptly waking him up.

"Davie!"

Davie mumbles, regaining consciousness slow as the red welt fades.

"You tricked me into free-using you! You wanted this to happen!"

Davie up turns like a wet stone in a creek, his face a page right out of the playbook. "Yeah..."

His motives for why are a mystery. I gasp, shocked at Davie's hoggish intentions. "I feel as if I've been taken advantage of!"