Spencer - Lost A Bet

Jose and I go all the way back to 6th grade. We were close in high school, but I wouldn’t say he was my best friend. He was always around, though. He was closer to my buddy Benjamin, so anywhere you saw Ben…Jose was close by.

After high school, he joined the Navy, and I didn’t see him around for quite a while.

I stuck around and went to community college. When I turned 21, my friends took me out for drinks, and Jose was there with Ben. I was surprised to see him but happy. He was always a bit on the pudgy side back in school, but the Navy seemed to have him in impressive shape. He wasn’t trying to hide it either. He was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt that showed every little muscle in his body.

Now, I’m not gay, but I can appreciate a good physique. I hit the gym at least three times every week, and I’ve put on some muscle over the last few years, but damn, Jose was looking impressive.

We had a few drinks, played some pool, had a few more drinks, and played some darts. Then, when the bar had last call, we had a round of shots and one last drink. We were all too drunk to drive home, so Jose suggested we walk over to his apartment, where we could keep the party going.

Four of us walked over. The apartment was pretty bare. The living room had a massive sectional couch and no other seating. The Bedroom had only a queen-sized bed and a 32” TV on a dresser. We all sat on the couch, having some more beer before Jose suggested we all go into the bedroom and play some Goldeneye on his N64, which we hadn’t played together in about four years.

We played a few rounds before Ben and Carl had to go crash out on the couch, leaving Jose and me the last two up.

“You want to keep going?” He asked.

I was pretty drunk, but I was having so much fun there was no way I was going to quit. “Fuck yeah,” I told him. “I can’t be beat,” I laughed.

He chuckled, “Wanna bet?”

“I’ll bet you your next paycheck,” I gave him a look.

“No way, Spencer, I don’t get paid for another two weeks, and I’m already broke,” he laughed. “Loser takes a shot of the bourbon,” he nodded towards the half-empty bottle sitting on the floor next to the dresser.

“You’re on!” I selected the Complex, a level I know so well that I can’t be beat. We set it to license to kill, first to 20 kills, then randomly selected the weapons without looking and got going.

We spawned, and I was at the upper level with the best weapons. It gave us Proximity Mines. “Bro, you’re fucked,” I said, picking up two boxes and started throwing them out the windows, making sure to aim for places he can’t shoot them off from a distance. Sure enough, he started dying quickly. I ran out and started placing mines in the spawn places I knew of, running back to refill. It was almost unfair, but I was laughing my ass off every time he spawned and died immediately.

“You’re a fucking cheater,” he said pretty loud.

I laughed, “Shhh, they are trying to sleep out there,” I tossed another mine out the window where he just died.

He spawned again and died again, ending the round.

“Fuck, you suck, man,” he said, grabbing the bottle of brown liquor and taking a healthy swig, growling as it burned my throat. “Let’s go again. This time, I will pick the place,” he said.

“Wait, the loser gets to pick? Since when?”

He laughed, “since it’s my fucking house.”

“It’s my fucking birthday,” I fired back.

“Too bad,” he quickly selected everything and randomly selected the weapons again, and then we were spawning at the Bunker.

“Shit,” I said, spawning in the jail cell. Then, running out as quickly as possible, he picked up his first weapon. The weapons of choice were Power Weapons, so I was feeling lucky when I picked up an automatic shotgun. “What’s the bet?”

He picked up an RCP-90 and laughed, “Loser has to strip naked,” he said and picked up two boxes of ammo.

“Oh, you’re on,” I laughed, making my way to the main control room where I knew he already was. By the time I got there, he had gone out to the helicopter landing pad, so I knew exactly where he was. I forgot that the RC-P90 could shoot through the doors, and I was dead. “Fuck,” I clenched the controller.

He laughed and started running back inside, where, of course, I spawned right in the control room, and he unleashed hellfire on me, and my screen turned to blood. He chased me down a few times. I was able to get a slight advantage, but then he picked up a shotgun just as I was reloading and took me out for the 20th kill.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Strip!” he laughed, pointing finger guns at me.

I shook my head laughing and took off my shirt and shorts, leaving my boxers on.

“Boxers too, buddy,” He grinned.

I huffed, knowing I lost fair and square I slipped my underwear off and let my dick and balls air out. He glanced over at me, giving me a good look up and down, and nodded in approval. I quickly selected random everything again and hit start.

“Woh, what’s the bet for this one?” he asked as it was loading.

“Same bet,” I tried to focus as we spawned in the Temple with Rockets.

“But you’re already naked,” he said, moving quickly to pick up a box of rockets.

“You’re next,” I said, picking up the stupid Klobb and some ammo. “Fuck,” I said, running across the room, looking for a better weapon.

He huffed, “Ok if I win, you have to sit in my lap.”

“What? Why?” I said, still looking for a better weapon and running across the next room.

“Because it feels good,” he said. Then I heard the distinct sound of a rocket launching and saw myself get blown up.

“What?!” I shouted, then realized he was on the upper level looking down at me.

He laughed, “Fuck yeah!”

I spawned right in the main level and knew I was screwed as another rocket was launched before I could move, and bam…dead.

He kept laughing and killing me until he got to 20 kills.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I nearly shouted and had to hold on to the controller as I pretended to throw it across the room. I looked over at Jose, and he stood from the side of the bed just long enough to slip off his shorts and let them fall to the floor, his white, unlabeled briefs on display. “What are you doing?”

“You lost the bet,” he grinned, then cocked his head to the side, “Hop on.”

I frowned, “You’re joking?”

“A bet’s a bet,” he said, quickly kicking his shorts off his ankles and adjusting himself in his underwear.

“This is kind of weird, man,” I stood slowly, my naked dick flopping around as I did.

He reached out an arm and scooped it around my waist, which felt a little skinny compared to the muscles he was clearly hiding. I groaned and sat on his lap. I could feel his bulge wedging right between my ass cheeks. It was weird, really weird, and warm…really warm. “You like this?” I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

He grinned, “Me and the boys would do stuff like this on the ship all the time,” he shifted his hips, and I felt the length of his dick firming up under my ass.

I hopped up, “Woah, are you getting hard?”

He chuckled and pulled me back down onto his lap, “Shhh,” he cocked his head towards the door to remind me the guys were asleep out there. I nodded. “Yeah, well, it certainly feels good when you’re horny, and there are no girls around,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist, his controller in hand.

I was so distracted by all of it. I had never been in a position like this before. Was this gay? I was too drunk to care. “Whatever, let's go again.”

He chuckled, selecting everything at random again and hitting start, “This time when you lose, you have to play the next round, rocking and massaging my dick with your ass cheeks.”

I huffed out a burst of air, “That’s so gay,” I shook my head.

“And if I lose, I’ll get naked, too,” he had his controller resting in my lap as he played. Every time he moved, I felt his dick move between my ass cheeks, and his controller or knuckles would graze over my soft dick, which was slowly getting chubbed up.

We had slappers only, so we restarted; that’s just no fun.

Then we spawned in the Facility. I spawned in the ceiling vent, and he was all the way at the end of the tunnel. I picked up a case of proximity mines, “Fuck yeah, you’re toast,” I chuckled. Running towards the tunnel to set a mine. Getting into two doors and placed one on the back side of the third door, then ran back towards the bathroom, placing a mine on every door and spawn point I could remember. He died trying to open the door and groaned in my ear, his controller dropping into my lap while he waited to spawn, the warmth of his knuckles pressing right on my dick. I was so distracted I got blown up by my own mine.

He spawned into my mines a couple of times; I did, too. Then I got back to the bathroom and got more mines, quickly replacing the triggered mines, and he got annoyed, shifting his weight so his cock, which was clearly getting hard under me and starting to strain against the thin white cotton of his underwear, he made sure I could feel him rub my ass hole and it was gross, but also…kinda felt good. I shook it off, placing a mine just outside the bathroom door and another into the hole in the ceiling in case he spawned in there and hunkered down. “You’re fucked now,” I laughed, leaning over and grabbing the booze, taking a swig, knowing I won.

A few explosions later, I had my 20 kills.

“You fucking cheat with those mines, man,” he said, pushing me off his lap. He grabbed the liquor and took a swig, then hooked his thumbs in his underwear, pushing them down; his thick 6” uncut dick sprang free. He wasn’t fully hard, but hard enough, he couldn’t deny it. He crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up over his head, tossing it at me, and I let it fall to the floor as I stared at his naked body.

I took another swig of the liquor and put it back on the floor. He gestured for me to sit back down, and I frowned. “Uh…I don’t think so,” I shook my head.

“Uh, bro, you lost that bet; you have to stay sitting on my lap,” he shrugged. “Unless you’re declaring me the ultimate winner?”

I shook my head, “no way.”

He pat his thighs, “Let’s go then.”

I tilted my head, “ok, but don’t be weird,” I slowly turned around and sat straddling his thick thighs, feeling his semi-hard dick plant itself right between my ass cheeks, the length of it going straight out under me and poking my hanging balls. He wrapped his arms around me again, grabbed his controller, and started thumbing through the settings to randomly pick everything again. I couldn’t focus; feeling another man’s dick rubbing my bare ass was wild. Good, but…fucking weird.

“What’s the bet?” He asked as we spawned in the caves.

“Ugh, fuck, I hate the caves, it’s so dark. I don’t know, what do you and your buddies bet for on the ship?” I asked. The booze were making it hard for me to see all 64 bits; in the dark caves, I was wandering basically blind.

“Well, in this position, I would say, if you lose, you should let me push in,” he rocked his hips gently. The length of his dick slid back and forth along my crack, the heat of it, the smooth skin, the ripples of his veins tingling my hole until his foreskin-covered head bumped into the back of my balls and sent a shiver of pleasure up into my guts.

“Mmm…ummm, ah, you mean, push your dick into my ass?” I said, getting shot from behind. “Fuck.”

He giggled, “Exactly!”

“Uh-ah, no way, dude,” I shrugged.

“Well, what do you want if you win?”

“Umm, to not have to sit in your lap for the rest of the games,” I shifted when I thought I saw him. He pulled my torso back towards his bare chest. The heat of his body flush against my back felt…cozy and warm.

“Ok, and if I win, you have to rock on my dick for the entire next round.”

I laughed, seeing him and shooting him dead, “Deal!”

“Fuck,” he let his hands and controller drop onto my dick which was no longer soft, getting harder by the second. He shifted his hips a little, his cock punching into the back of my balls like a speed bag at the gym. Distracting me so much, he was able to shoot me. “Yes!” he thrust his hips up hard and fast, lifting me and bouncing me back down onto his obviously hard dick.

“Damn it,” I shook my head, mashing the buttons to spawn. Of course, I spawned right next to him and was able to karate chop him dead. I laughed, “Fuck you!”

“Mmm, fuck you,” he said, sliding his dick along my crack again.

This time I felt a bit of precum when he pulled away from my balls, and it made me cringe, but the ripples from the veins of his cock sliding along my sphincter was a fantastic feeling that I had no idea I could feel, and get pleasure from.

I wandered around for a bit more in the dark.

“Dodge this,” he said, pulling the trigger and killing me again.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

He laughed, “That’s game,” he bounced me on his dick and I groaned.

“Ok, let’s go again, quickly,” I said, hoping to get this round over quickly.

“Hold on,” he said, pushing me out of his lap for a second, leaning over, and digging something out from under his bead. It was a basket of things like condoms and lube. He uncapped the lube and spread it on his dick, “this way, the friction of your hairy ass doesn’t rub me raw while your little bubble butt rides me,” he said, stroking himself.

“Ugh, this is so gay,” I shook my head.

“Not for me,” he grinned, pulling me back into his lap. He squirted some extra lube into his hand, quickly shoving his hand between my ass and his dick, spreading a streak of it along my ass crack as he did, smearing a little extra around my hole, and it felt so good I accidentally let out a moan.

“Dude, what are you doing?” I tried to sound upset, but the grin I was trying to hide was selling me out.

“Nothing, just making it easier for you to slide,” he wiped his hands on the rag in his little box. “Now rock your hips back and forth, clenching your cheeks as you rock forward,” he held my hips so I was seated right on his shaft.

I did my best to do as he said. The feeling was so foreign, but not without its own added pleasure to my hole. I felt my cock getting rock hard and tried to hide it with my controller. “Umm…like this?” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around me and let out a heavy breath. “Yeah, just like that,” he said, mashing the controller buttons to get the next round going.

We spawned in the Library, another of my least favorite places. At least we had Power Weapons.

“Keep rocking,” he said, making sure to rub the length of his lube-slick dick along my crack to hit my balls.

“Mmm…if I win, I’m going to be done sitting in your lap,” I said, trying to focus on the game while also trying to keep a rhythm riding in his lap.

“Mmhmm, and if I win?” He pulled my torso back to his chest again, placing his chin on my shoulder, my body slightly off angle so I felt his now exposed cock head slide across my hole as I rocked on him.

He shot me in the back of the head, “Shit,” I shook my head, trying to refocus. “I don’t know, what can be weirder than this?” I clenched my ass cheeks really tight around his shaft to punctuate my thought.

“Mmm,” he breathed heavily on my shoulder, the warmth cascading down my chest. “If I win, I get to push in,” he pushed the head of his dick at an angle that made it catch on my hole.

It felt good and hurt at the same time. I let out a groan, “Ungh…no way,” I said, shooting him with a shotgun.

“Nope, that’s the deal. You don’t have to let me fuck you; just have to sit on it until you win,” he chuckled, shooting me again. His hips flexed, and his cock rubbed my hole again.

“Mmm, ok, fine, but you can’t fuck me,” I told him, “If I lose I mean.”

“Of course,” he said, then shot me again.

I shook my head, trying to focus. I was closing in on him and clenched my ass, getting a moan from him, and it must have distracted him because I was able to sneak up and karate chop him since I didn’t have any guns. So that’s the trick: distract and shoot.

He spawned again; we both had the same shotgun and headed right for each other. I tried again to distract him with my ass, but he rocked with me, and it felt so good; I wasn’t even mad when he shot me…well, not as mad as I was the last time.

I spawned again, this time right next to him, and he shot me before I could move. “Aww, come on!”

“Next kill is the winner,” he looked at his score while I was spawning.

I felt my heart start to race; I couldn’t lose this…I heard him shoot, missed, shoot again; I ran like hell; he shot again, then switched guns and unloaded the RC-P90, killing me with a loud, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' about!”

I groaned, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He grabbed the lube, “Pay up.”

“You’re serious?” I craned my neck to see him.

“I don’t joke about bets,” he said with a grin, then dug into his box and pulled out a little brown bottle. “You’re going to want this,” he said.

“What is it?” I held the bottle up to the glow of the TV.

“It’s like a whippet but way better. I got it overseas; this is the Amyl Nitrate; it’ll make it a lot easier for you to take my…to let me in,” he put more lube onto his cock. He grabbed the bottle from me, shook it, inhaled the fumes, once under each nose, and handed it back to me. “Turn around,” he slicked my ass crack with more lube. I shook my head, even though the feeling of him lubing my crack felt pretty good. “Take a hit, and I’ll stick a finger in you to lube you up,” he told me.

I did as he did, the fumes hitting me quickly, and I felt my knees give out, and he lowered me onto his lap. “Oh shit,” my head was spinning.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I know, right?” Then his lubed-up finger slipped under my ass, sliding down my cavern, and found my pucker; not waiting or warning me, he pushed right in.

“Oh…fuck, Ah….that’s weird,” I started to squirm. His free hand wrapped around my waist and stroked my now soft dick, changing the course of all the feelings inside my body from an uncomfortable sting to a pleasurable pressure, and my dick was quickly fully hard. His finger wiggled inside me, and while the situation was weird, I knew a good feeling when it hit me, and this felt good…too good.

“Ok,” he pulled his finger out. “Take another hit, like a really deep one, and I’m going to point my dick at your ass; you just let gravity do its thing and slide down my shaft. Whatever you do, don’t clench; that just makes it hurt.” He stroked his dick, pushing on my back to get me up.

I looked back to see his nude, muscled body as he slowly stroked his meat, the shiny head popping out of his foreskin on every down stroke. I can’t believe I’m going to do this; I shook my head and turned to face forward. I shook the bottle, and his left arm came around my waist, pulling me gently back towards him. I felt the head of his warm cock slide up, and down my slick crack, then the slimy head circled my hole. He pulled me gently, and I felt the pressure of his cock on my hole for the first time; it was intense. I quickly took a hit of the poppers.

“Just relax, and it’ll pop in,” he whispered.

I took another hit, and he gently pulled me down, and I felt a sharp pain as my ring gave in to his thick cock. “Ahhh….fu…” I felt the wind kick out of my body as a burning fire shot up into my guts. I tried to pull off, but he held me.

“Just breathe and relax,” he told me. I took another hit, this time taking in so much that I thought my lungs would burst or I’d faint, but either way, the intensity rushed through my body, and I felt myself start to slide down his slick shaft. “Ahh…shit,” I gasped, putting both hands on his thighs to hold me up a little. He rocked his hips up into me hard enough to finish the job and impaled me. “Ahhh,” I groaned loudly, and he covered my mouth.

“Shhh…you don’t want Ben to come in here and see us like this, do you?”

I groaned, fully seated on his lap, his entire cock in my ass, painfully but completing the bet. We both sat there, not moving. I felt the warmth of his body, fully pressing against and inside mine. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. I took a deep breath and then another. Then he did the same, putting the bottle next to his thigh as I relaxed.

“Better?”

“Ungh…not great,” I chuckled.

“It’s a lot, but you’re tough enough to take it,” he said, flexing inside me.

“Ew, don’t do that, that’s too weird,” I said, trying to figure out how to sit like this and not rock on his dick by accident.

“What, this?” He flexed his cock in me again.

“Ungh, yeah, that… that’s so weird,” I told him.

He chuckled, which only vibrated through his body into mine, “I’ll try not to.”

“Come on,” I said, grabbing my controller gently. “Let’s play this round so I can get off.”

“If you get off from this round, so will I,” he chuckled.

I cringed, “You better not! That’s not funny!” I whipped my head around.

“Let’s just play,” he said. If you win, you can get off; if I win, I get to get off. " He chuckled and pressed start.

“What? No way, no deal,” I told him.

“Too late, we’re in it,” he flexed his dick inside me, distracting me from the start.

“Ungh…fuck, no cheating,” I groaned at the feeling inside me and ran around the Complex to find the weapons were Grenades. “Shit,” I groaned, tossing one out the window, the sound of the explosion made him flex inside me. “Mmm,” I moaned, feeling my ass relaxing around his cock a little, and that weird sting turned into a weird pleasure deep inside me. I threw another grenade and blew myself up, clenching my ass around his coc,k and groaned, “FUck.”

“Mmm, quit trying to distract me,” he flexed his dick inside me and rocked up. The sensation of both happening at the same time felt kinda good, so good that I didn’t see him turn the corner and pull the trigger.

I clenched again, “Shit, that’s cheating.”

“What is? This?” He did it again.

I tried not to moan, but a pleasure groan still slipped out, “Fuck, yeah, that.” I said, turning the corner and picking up a box of Grenades.

“Do you like it?” He did it again. This time, it felt even better.

“Ungh, kind of. It’s okay, I guess.” I felt so discombobulated. My brain and my body weren’t communicating, and he seemed to be fully aware of what he was doing to me.

“I can keep doing it,” he suggested and did it again, then shot me.

“Fuck, Jose, you’re distracting me.”

He chuckled, “Good, I want to win.”

“And I want to get off…ungh,” he flexed inside me again as I said it.

“Mmm, me too,” he rocked his hips.

I clenched my ass to stop him, but it got a moan from him. Then I tossed a grenade down the ramp, and it blew up, killing him through the wall.

“Shit,” he said, then refocused.

The next few kills were legit, but then I tried to distract him again, and it started a subtle war between his dick and my ass to distract the other, and the next few kills were unfair.

“Next kill, I win,” I told him, gently rocking my hips.

“No way, Spence,” he said, rocking his hips hard up into me, his dick hit a deeper point inside me, and it stung a bit.

“Ah, fuck,” I accidentally tossed a grenade and blew myself up. “Shit, that doesn’t count!”

“Sure does,” he chuckled. Then he saw where I spawned and came running. One shot with his DD44, and it was game over. “Fuck, yes!”

“What, no…that’s bullshit,” I protested.

He rubbed my thighs, spreading them with his knees as I stayed pinned on his cock. “Just relax, it won’t take long.

“Wait, wait,” I felt him rock his hips up, and his cock pressed deep inside me, “Ungh..how about one more round. If I win, I can get off; if you win….”

He rocked his hips, “Nope, I already won,” he said, his cock twitching inside me.

“Ok, tell you what if…”

“How about this? You ride me, we’ll play first to ten kills, and if you can kill me ten times, you can get up, but I’m gonna keep trying to get off the entire round. I’ll either cum before you win, or I’ll definitely cum if I win,” His thick cock pushed something inside me that damn near made me faint with pleasure.

“MMm…fuck, ok, fine, but…you can’t cum inside me, that’s gross,” I told him.

He rocked his hips again, “Oh no, I don’t pull out,” he said, hitting that spot inside me again.

“Fuck..fine, let’s just go,” I said, mashing the buttons on his controller.

We spawned at the Facility again, him in the ceiling and me in the blue room. I immediately tried to bum-rush him in the bathroom, but he tightened his arms around my waist and started rocking up into my ass and hitting that spot, “Fuck,” he whispered as his hips made a small circle under me and his cock twisted in me.

“MMm, fuck,” I groaned with him, grabbing the first gun I could find. Shit, pistols only. I made my way to the bathroom, waiting for him to drop down from the ceiling, but he stayed up there, rocking his hips and focused on my ass. “Mmm, no, you can’t stay up there,” I mumbled.

“Mmm, but I like it up here,” he thrust up into me.

“Ungh..fuck,” I reached down and moved his joystick, watching him fall from the ceiling, then grabbed my controller and shot him. I laughed, and he chuckled in my ear.

“Fuck, that’s one,” he said, grinding up into me.

He was barely paying attention, so I snuck up on him and shot him in the head as his cock head hit that spot inside me again, and we both moaned.

“That’s two,” I told him.

“You’re supposed to be riding me,” he mumbled in my ear.

“Fuck,” I groaned and started rocking my hips on his dick, pushing that button inside me with every rock, making it hard for me to focus, and he shot me this time. “Fuu,” I shouted, but he covered my mouth again as I groaned into his hand.

He kept rocking his hips up into me, faster now, but not too fast, enough to notice a rhythm. “Fuck, Spence, you’re so tight,” he mumbled, and I shot him.

“Mmm…three,” I chuckled and kept grinding on him. I was trying to hit that spot inside me now, and as soon as I did, he shot me in the face and chuckled.

“Is that how you want me to shoot, in your face?”

The thought was gross, “No, ew.” Then he shot me again.

“Oh, from behind then?” He thrust hard into me and flexed his cock.

“Mmm, fuck man, you’re distracting me.”

“Good,” he kept thrusting.

I got him back to back twice because of where he spawned.

He pulled me tight, “I’m getting close,” he warned me right before I shot him again.

“Mmm…that’s six,” I chuckled and clenched my ass.

“That’s only going to make me cum quicker,” he said as I rocked my hips and instantly unclenched. Trying not to think about his cock unloading inside me.

“Where are you?” I hunted.

“Right here,” he said in my ear as he both thrust inside me and shot me in the game.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

He held me tight and rocked his hips a few deep thrusts while waiting for me to spawn. “You feel so good, Spencer,” I could feel his cock getting thicker inside me.

I shot him, “Seven,” I was barely able to say. He wasn’t even pushing the buttons anymore, so I mashed them for him to spawn right next to me and shot him. “Eight.”

“I’m so close,” he mumbled.

“Wait, I just need two more,” I said, hunting his new spawn point across the level.

“It feels too good,” he said, rocking deeper with every thrust.

I shot him again, “That’s nine, just one more.”

“I’m about to cum,” he said as I tried to get him to spawn faster.

He spawned in the ceiling, and I pushed his joystick to get him down. Then, I focused on mine. I was a few closed doors away from killing him.

“Spence…I’m gonna cum,” his breathing was rapid.

I opened another door and stopped rocking my hips, but he kept thrusting into me anyway, “Oh Jesus, I’m gonna cum,” he thrust harder, and I opened another door.

“Wait,” I told him.

“Too late,” he said and thrust hard up into me and held me tight as his cock twitched inside me, and he grunted. I felt an intense warmth deep inside my guts as he spasmed and twitched inside me, holding me so tight I could barely breathe, and he mumbled a breathless, “fu–ck…ahhh.”

Then I kicked the door in and shot him. “Fuck,” I let the controller fall to the floor. His grip on me got loose, but his hand dipped down to my dick which was only a few strokes from being rock hard again. He started beating me off, and I couldn’t help but ride his dick which was only semi-hard now but felt so good inside me. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

“It’s your turn,” he said, rocking his hips into me.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I was feeling an intense orgasm building. I spread my legs and leaned back on him. Letting his warmth ooze into me, feeling his cum spreading inside me with each of his thrusts. “Shit, oh shit, don’t stop,” I said as I felt my balls tighten so hard and my cock spasmed in his hand as a massive spurt of cum rocketed out and hit me on my chest. He kept jerking me, and another wad flew out, then another and another until the pleasure was too intense, and I had to stop him.

We sat there, listening to the 007 theme music as we caught our breath. I felt his softening dick being forced out of my tightening ass hole, and we both let out a subtle groan as it fell out.

I stood up, feeling like I had never used my legs before. I steadied myself and pulled on my boxers. “I think I need to sleep,” I told him.

“Me too,” he said, pulling on his briefs. Then he got under the covers and turned off the TV with the remote. “You can sleep in my bed, like old times,” he said.

I chuckled, “Well…that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we did tonight.” I got in the bed with him.

“Hey, Spence,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday!” he put an arm around me and rubbed his bulge on my ass.

I laughed, “Thanks, man.” Then, I passed out shortly after.