You welcome the attention.

You let out a sigh and start to roll over, but a raspy whisper commands, "Wait. No. Show me your ass."

Shit, it's Jeff. His kink has never gotten too close to you, before. Just some awkward texts. Your drunk brain weighs your options. It's the boyfriend of one of your best friends. Tonight has definitely been a boy buffet that you utterly missed. Jeff probably won't be satisfied with just seeing your ass. Chris would probably never find out.

Before you really completed your drunken pro/con list, Jeff rasps again, more desperately. "C'mon. Your ass is gorgeous. Just let me see it."

You groan a little at his insistence, but you make up your mind to satisfy his curiosity. Your thumbs hook into the waist of your underwear and pull them half down your asscheeks.

"Fuck... let me see it all." You can't help but be flattered by the attention, and you've already come this far, so you continue lowering your underwear until they hook under your cheeks. "Goddamn... you're making me so fucking hard. Look at me."

You finally turn your head and and look over your shoulder up at Jeff. He's mostly silhouetted by the moonlight through the window, but you can tell that he's wearing a bathrobe, and it's open. His hard cock is highlighted by the soft white glow. His huge cock. Like Chris-wasn't-kidding-when-he-said-it-was-too-big huge.

"It's really big, isn't it?" Jeff's face is in shadow, but you know he's beaming with pride.

"Yeah, it's huge." You murmur, wondering what he's got planned for his enormous member, this evening. He jerks it a few times, and you're nearly mesmerized by the huge bouncing flesh.

"Let me see yours," Jeff asks while he continues stroking himself. Your drunk brain is processing that this is wrong, but you tell yourself it's not much worse than Jeff watching porn. It's not really cheating. You roll over, your underwear still half on in the front. "Yeah, show me," Jeff shifts position enough for you to be able to see a look of anticipation on his face. Your hands hesitate on your hips. This actually is really bad. "Please, c'mon. I'm soooo horny. Let me see your cock."

You didn't even realize you'd gotten hard, but the moonlight illuminates your less considerable bulge plainly. Your thumbs start to lower your underwear slowly... "I can't believe I'm doing this..." you murmur.

"Yeah, yeah. It's ok. I'm not even touching you. Show me." Jeff's eyes are transfixed on your crotch. Abandoning any sense of doing the right thing, your thumbs drag your underwear down, letting your erection pop free. "Yeeeeessss..." Jeff hisses as his jerking quickens. You feel rather like a piece of meat, with the way he stares hungrily at your penis.

After a few long awkward moments of just lying there nearly naked in the cool night air, you decide there's no reason not to enjoy yourself along with Jeff. One of your hands finds your exposed shaft and starts mimicking Jeff's stroking.

"Damn, buddy." You'll never not flinch when Jeff calls you 'Buddy', ever again. He pauses his own jerking and pulls out a small vial from his bathrobe pocket. You soon feel a cool wetness drizzling onto your hand and cock. "There y'go. Work it, buddy."

So, 'I'm only putting on a jerk show for Jeff', you tell yourself, desperately clinging to some sense of decency regarding the situation. Regardless, your lubed hand is starting to feel really good as you stroke, amplified by Jeff's fascination. A little groan escapes your lips, maybe more for him than for yourself, but it seems to work. "Fuck", he groans back and adds some lube to his own dick.

You both continue like that for a while, matching stroke for stroke, and you grow to kind of like being watched. Jeff is mostly silhouetted, and you can barely see any of him other than the light glinting off his hand and slick cockhead. Whereas your naked body is bathed in moonlight, laid out like art, or porn, purely for Jeff's appreciation.

After a time, he leans in closer, and you can see a little more of his face, and it's no longer easy to think of this as nearly anonymous. "Let me see your ass," he whispers. You pause stroking and move to roll over, but Jeff stops you. "No, no. Show me your hole." Ah, well, ok.. you lift your knees and shift your hips to give him a better view. The position is a little awkward on the couch, but you rest one leg up on the back of it while your other knee hangs in midair beside you. As if helping, Jeff steps around so his leg can hold your free-floating knee in position, parted so he can see the exposed cleft of your ass. You realize he's just escalated the situation with physical contact as the cool night air meets your asshole, which clenches a little at the change. "Fuck yeah... so hot..."

Your drunken brain has accepted that you're Jeff's personal porn for the night, regardless of any ethical or social consequences. You undulate your hips invitingly, going along with your role.

"I'm just gonna get it a little wet. I won't even touch." Jeff drizzles a bit of lube on you, starting behind your sack then dribbling along your perineum to your entrance. He watches his handiwork as you stroke. You imagine your lubed hole is now glistening in the moonlight, and you can't remember it ever being the focus of such attention. "I'm just gonna help a little bit. It's ok." Your whole body stiffens as Jeff reaches with his free hand to really touch you for the first time. He lays his hand flat against your balls, then slides his fingers back along your perineum until his fingertips find your hole. "I'm barely even touching you." He applies only a very light pressure to your wrinkled hole, just enough to slowly spread the lube around in circles.

You exhale deeply, allowing the tension in your body to release as Jeff's fingers massage your entrance. You look from his hand on you to his face just as he shifts his gaze from your ass to your eyes. There's an intense intimacy, regardless of how inappropriate or limited the physical contact is.

"Can I just..." the tip of Jeff's index finger presses a little more firmly against your hole.

"Yeah," you **** out, expectantly pushing back against his finger, opening up in anticipation.

Both you and Jeff utter soft groans as his index finger smoothly slides into your opening. Your legs part even further, and he steps in closer, pressing your thigh to your side. After the teasing, Jeff's finger gives you a wonderful sensation of satisfaction, and your cock hardens even further in your hand. Some precum oozes out on your next stroke, and apparently it's bright enough for Jeff to see.

"Oh, yeah. Squeeze out that cum for me." Jeff begins stroking his finger in and out of you, hooking it slightly searching for your sweet spot. When he does, you gasp again and another glob of precum seeps out of the head of your cock. "Yeah, I'm like, milking you."

You squirm as Jeff begins working a second finger into you. "Fuck, you're tight. That's so hot." You work your ass back against Jeff's fingers, concentrating on opening yourself up, and your body accepts his second digit without much discomfort. You spare a glance at Jeff's large, silhouetted cock, thinking there's no way that would just fit inside you, tonight. As if reading your mind, he rasps, "Fuck. We'd need to work a long time to get this in you. Damn, I'm imagining it, right now," and you can see his free hand speed up his jerking as his fingers inside you start pushing in deeper and more forcefully. You buck your hips and let out a moan that's dangerously loud.

You both freeze, hands around your shafts, your legs spread, and two of Jeff's fingers deep inside you. After a few moments of no sounds from the bedroom, you both let out your breaths.

Jeff stoops over even further, whispering, "Shhh... you gotta be quiet. I'm almost not even touching you." He keeps saying that, as if only two fingers don't count. When they're stroking inside your ass. Which feels wonderful now that he's curving them and stroking your prostate firmly.

"I know... it's just too good," you murmur and let your body semi-relax, again. But Jeff's fingers are really working inside you, and his thumb has started pressing into your perineum, almost pinching you sensitive flesh between his thumb and fingers. It's a forceful hold, and it feels like Jeff is literally squeezing an orgasm out of you. The warm sensation of your impending eruption begins between his fingers and thumb and radiates outward, down through your ass and up into your balls and shaft. Your own hand seems to be pushing the sensation Jeff is causing up into the head of your slickened penis.

Jeff notices your muscles tightening and your brow wrinkling, also probably how your inner muscles undulate around his thrusting fingers. "Yeah, buddy. Let's come together. Pretend it's my huge cock inside you." He really pushes into you now, his thick fingers forcefully slamming into your prostate, and his thumb squeezing you from outside. You feel the heat of your semen well up, like Jeff's probing fingers are pushing it out of you with each pump.

"I'm coming," you gasp out, then with a series of silent gasps, your cum erupts out of you in long spurts, splattering your stomach, chest, neck, and even a couple drops on your face.

"Yeah, buddy, fuckin' cum for me. Fuuuuck... yeah..." Jeff watches your release with an expression of desperation on his face. Just as your ejaculation starts to slow, he grunts and ejaculates his own seed, mostly on your stomach, along your cock that you're still stroking, your sack, and some sliding down your ass crack where his fingers still work inside you. As you both let your breathing return to normal, Jeff slowly extracts his fingers from your body, giving your loosened entrance a few soothing circular rubs, slick with his cum.

"That was awesome, buddy! G'night!", and with that, Jeff wraps his bathrobe closed and dashes off to the bathroom.

You strain to listen to Jeff washing up in the bathroom and returning to bed through the other door. After a couple minutes of laying there naked, with two people's semen cooling on various parts of your body, you grab your underwear and head to the bathroom to wash up.

You're still quite tipsy, but you realize you've forever altered your relationship with Chris&Jeff. 'Just two fingers in my ass' probably wouldn't convince Chris that this wasn't infidelity. And you can't ignore Jeff's awkward overtures, anymore. As you wash all the cum from your torso and ass with a warm washcloth, you think that maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Brunch tomorrow is gonna be uncomfortable.

END :-/