Once their relationship begins to blossom into something.. more, Andrew begins to exhibit weird behaviors. One night while Dennis is decompressing from work, laying his complete body mass onto the gruffer man, he begins to doze off. Only for him to wake with his pointer and middle finger being gently chewed on.
"W'ah you doin' Drew?"
Andrew, looking entirely out of itâeyes glossed over in a way Dennis knows he's not lucid enough to register that this ain't the normâignores him and welcomes his index finger into the warm, wet heat of his mouth.
Dennis, seeing Andrew reduced to such a state of bliss, doesn't seem to mind all too much.
"We'll talk later."
When he wakes again a couple hours later, he finds Andrew totally knocked out with drool dripping from his entire hand.
Jack had always wanted a puppy, he liked dogs enough and even had his favorites when he was deployed in the military but he never really got to adopt one. Now that his wife is not around the puppy will just be lonely when he's out of the house during his shift.
That was until he had discovered one of the newer interns living in the abandoned floor in the hospital. Taking Dennis Whitaker home was like adopting a new puppy, he had convinced himself that he's only doing the right thing by providing the kid with a safe place to sleep in especially after that whole mass casualty incident.
The rules were simple, Dennis can stay for as long as he likes and he can do things like chores but that wasn't mandatory. As long as he's not stealing things from his house and not make a big mess Jack is more than happy to keep him here. Dennis' big blue eyes held nothing but confusion as he tilted his head like a puppy does and Jack can't help but to reach his hand and pet his head.
Dennis was quick to lean on his touch unconsciously and blushed a cute shade of red as he realized what he was doing. Jack only gave him a smile as he patted his back, wanting to run his fingers through his hair, he cannot be normal about him, about his new puppy.
"Get some rest, pup. You had a long day." The nickname easily slipped out before Jack could help it.
(I superimpose the Robby on top of Jack a few times to make sure they match properly but it kinda flashes a bit. I don't often include the videos when I'm playing with colour and stuff because it often comes off as wild flashing lights which isn't pleasant for anyone. This one was very mild tho so I thought a warning might be enough!!)
this was probably the horniest dennis has ever been while working i know he was SPEEDING thru his charts so he could get home to be passed back & forth like a blunt
med school rabbot drinking and flirting leads to play fighting which leads to robby layed out on the floor and jack doing pushups over him.
robby canât find a spot to settle his eyes, jacks neck tensed with effort, the two drops of sweat heading towards his collarbone, his thick biceps caging in his head. robby is in sweaty man heaven.
now from here we either get robby goading him, âBrother you didnât even go all the way up on that one,â âcmonnnn jackie you arenât getting tired yet are you? use those muscles, what else are they good for?â
or jack torturing robby, inching himself lower and lower until heâs hovering just above robbyâs face, âno words now eh pretty boy? bit of muscle in your face and you are belly up.â âshould have expected it from youâ
hi i'm still thinking about pussy portals... today I'm thinking about Robby keeping Jack's portal in his pocket all day and basically using it as a fidget toy. any time Robby has a moment where his hands are free he's sneaking them into his pocket and playing with the portal. sometimes he'll just find himself idly stroking a thumb over the soft skin at the edge of the portal, other times he'll rub at Jack's clit or roll it a little between his fingers, the way Jack likes that's just on the right side of painful. when Robby has a minute to sit down and review a chart he'll keep his free hand in his pocket and idly finger Jack, or just leave his fingers resting inside him. he doesn't even realize how much he's doing it half the time, at least until he gets home and gets tackled in the doorway by a very worked up Jack who's basically been teased all day long.
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Robby grunts in surprise when Jack tackles him against the door, pinning Robbyâs hands to the door and kissing him hard, slotting their bodies together. He grinds against Robbyâs thigh, hard, groaning into his mouth.
âYou fucking tease,â Jack says, usually the reverse when Robby comes home. âPlaying with me all damn day.â
Robby thinks for a moment as his cock is rapidly filling, figuring out what Jack means. He has been playing with the portal all day, one hand always in his pocket, fingers inside Jack or stroking his clit, pinching it the way Jack likes.
âI waited for you,â Jack says, âdidnât make myself come. You wonât believe how fucking wet you made me. Your fault, brother. Your fault.â
Robby smirks and sticks one hand back in his pocket, playing with Jackâs folds. Dripping wet. Jack growls into his mouth, feral and eager, taking Robby by the shoulders and manhandling him onto the couch, flat on his back.
âGotta get a dildo I can use,â Jack is muttering as he undoes Robbyâs scrubs. âOf you. One I can warm all day while youâre working, see how you fucking like it.â
Robby groans at the very thought. Still worth it, using Jack like a fidget toy all day.
Robby was relatively new to this gym. He didnât know anyone and hadnât spoken to a single soul in the few months heâd been going.
He recognized the staff and a few regulars whose training schedules more or less aligned with his. Among those familiar faces was a gorgeous man, roughly his age, maybe a little younger. He had grey curls, an insane physique, and deep green eyes that had caught Robby staring more than once. It was embarrassing every time he got caught watching, making him feel like a pervert. Still, he sized the man up every chance he gotâhis massive biceps, the sleeveless tops that always ended up soaked in sweat to offer a tempting glimpse of armpit hair. Then there were those thighs clad in tight gym shorts, and that assâRobby had stared at that ass far too many times to count. Yet, each and every time, the man had just smiled. He clearly liked being appreciated, liked being watched as he exercised. Robby was more than happy to comply.
Heâd been thinking for weeks about asking the guy out, trying his luck. Heâd been in a bit of a dry spell lately. Well, not a true dry spellâheâd been hooking upâbut it wasnât nearly as hot as spotting someone gorgeous in the wild and being so painfully attracted to them that heâd jerked off in the gym shower stall way too many times, thinking about that pale skin and those sinful freckles.
But in the end, he never did it. He didnât think the guy was interested like that.
For once, Robby decided to head to the sauna. He often times steered clear of it. It was always too crowded, and he was usually in a rush, never finishing his workout on time and having to speed through a shower to get to work or somewhere else.
It was a decently sized sauna, divided by gender. He briefly thought there should be a mixed one, then felt like a pervert for it, certain no woman would want that.
There was another guy inside, but he didnât say anything, didnât even glance at Robby when he walked in. Sauna etiquette, he guessed. You don't stare at other people because itâs rude.
Robby swallowed a groan as he sat on the damp wooden bench. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the surrounding warmth for approximately three minutes before the sweat started pouring and it became more uncomfortable than anything. But that was the point of this. So, he relaxed and let his head rest against the wall, listening as the other guy scrambled off the bench and left the room.
He was alone. He thought about adding more water to the coals, but he couldnât be bothered to move. Instead, he just sat there, staring down at his belly for a while. It was still the same size as when he started. He hadnât been expecting immediate resultsâhe wasnât stupidâbut heâd hoped for just a little change.
The door opened with a hiss, and Robby tried not to look up too fast. He sort of failed, but his mouth went completely dry the moment he saw the guy step inside. His towel was slung low on his hips, revealing an absolutely insane V-line on his abdomen. His abs, his pecsâeverything about him was perfect.
Robby's dick was immediately interested. It twitched, and he prayed the movement wasn't too obvious through his towel. It mustnât have been, because the guy had no reaction as he sat on the bench to Robbyâs right.
He settled into the corner. Robby could easily see him just by barely turning his head. He tried to avoid it, starting a mental list of all the bones in the human body to keep his dick from going hard, but the image that formed in his mind was the guy sitting just a few feet away. It made Robby chub up in record time. He couldnât remember the last time heâd gotten so hard, so fast. It was embarrassing.
Glancing down, he saw his length starting to tent the towel. He needed to get out ASAP, take care of himself, and head home. Maybe he should cancel his gym membership and find another place entirely, because he didnât think he could ever show his face here again.
He started going soft at the thought, and a rush of breath escaped him in sheer relief. Mortified, he thanked the intense heat, which surely made him look like a lobster anyway, ensuring his blush wouldn't show.
But when he glanced back at the guy, a spark raced down his spine. Their eyes met immediately. The man was already staring right at him. Flustered, Robby looked away too quickly. The guy let out a low chuckle, and Robby leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His cock was twitching now, getting mixed signals from his brain; the embarrassment was keeping the arousal from taking over completely, and Robby didnât know which sensation he preferred.
âIâve seen you around a lot.â
A lot was generous, Robby thought as he looked up. His eyes traced the manâs figure of their own accord, following the path of sweat droplets rolling down his chest and between his abs. Robby wanted to lick every single drop.
âKinda new to this whole thing.â
âI can tell.â The guy sounded and looked amused, giving Robby a slow once-over.
It made Robby self-conscious about his body all over again, imagining his soft stomach spilling over his towel.
âNot like that,â the guy said cryptically. When Robby looked at him again, the man had a hand resting over his own crotch. It was just sitting there; Robby couldnât even tell if he was hard. It could easily be a coincidence. But something inside told him the guy was trying to say something. âYouâre shy.â
Robby scoffed. An astute observation if heâd ever heard one.
He wanted to say something funny in returnâsomething witty or snarky. But all thoughts ground to a halt when the man spread his legs and firmly cupped himself through the towel, letting out a soft sound in his throat that carried across the small room, straight to Robbyâs dick.
âYouâre a watcher.â It wasnât a question, but Robby still shook his head. He had never been a creep before, never stared at men or women in public.
âIâm notââ
âYou are.â
Robby swallowed, his throat suddenly parched as the guy began to move his hand slowly. Long, thick fingers wrapped around his own cock, stroking it over the fabric.
Robby briefly thought about someone else walking in, but he guessed that was part of the fun. The thrill of jerking off in front of a stranger made it all the more exciting.
Robby finally placed his own hand over his dick, groaning without meaning to. The noise slipped out the moment he made contact. This was the hottest and simultaneously stupidest thing heâd ever done. Hookups were one thing, but thisâwhatever this wasâwas completely different.
Through a horny haze, he realized he wasnât even moving his hand; he was just gripping himself tight through the towel to keep it from aching. He was too busy watching the guy. Those green eyes glimmered, and those pink lips ticked up into a dirty smirk as he teasingly began to unwrap his towel. He peeled back just one layer, his cockâthick, Robby could already tellâtwitching under the final barrier.
It offered a view of the manâs pale right thigh and the sharp hip bone where the towel fell away. Just a hint of trimmed pubic hair, but he couldnât actually see anything yet. It was pure torture. At first, heâd thought the guy was just going to jerk off under the towel and let Robby watch like the pervert heâd apparently become. But being teased like this sent his mind wild, hungry to see the man entirely naked. The urge was so strong that he shoved his own hand under his towel, his cock spurting precum as he stroked himself a few times.
âCome over here, big boy.â The guy patted the bench next to him.
Robby was standing up before he could even think about it. He hesitated after two steps, but his dick made the final decision when the guy finished unwrapping the towel completely.
His cock was gorgeous. Average in length but incredibly thick, the tip red and dripping. It made Robby lick his lips as he stopped right in front of him.
âLet me see you.â The guy tilted his head, licking his own lips in imitation.
Robby undid his towel without a second thought, too horny to consider the risks. He held the ends of the fabric and pulled it open.
His own cock sprang free. He was longer and slightly less thick, but just as hard and dripping just as much as the guy. They were a match, he thought.
âMhm,â the guy hummed, leaning back. He fisted his own cock and began stroking lazily. âBig, just like the rest of you.â His eyes traced up Robbyâs body with zero shame, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he looked up through his lashes. âI like big boys.â
Itâs a dream, was the only thing Robbyâs brain could manage. Itâs a wet dream and Iâm gonna wake up any second.Â
But then the guy reached out and fisted Robbyâs cock in his other hand. And that was realâso real that a rope of precum shot out of Robby, nearly making him double over.
The guy seemed delighted by the reaction, his mouth widening into a big smile. The tip of his tongue peeked between his lips as he leaned forward.
He kept leaning until he took Robby into his mouth. It was warm, wet, and perfectâso perfect that Robby moaned loud enough to echo off the walls. He thrust forward, letting his towel drop to fist a handful of those gorgeous curls heâd been thinking about for months.
The guy didnât seem to mind, or maybe he was just too busy sucking Robby's dick like he was born to do it. Robby tightened his grip and let him work, watching those pink lips stretch around his shaft, feeling the tightness of the man's throat as he swallowed him down effortlessly.
The guy had serious skill. He worked his tongue along the underside of Robbyâs cock, one hand clutching hard at Robbyâs thigh, nails digging in, while the other reached up to fondle his balls.
Robby could feel the pleasure building behind his eyes. His balls drew tight, and the wet, sucking sound of the guy deepthroating him coiled deep in his gut.
It probably wasn't even two minutes before he gripped the guyâs curls and tried to pull him back, trying to warn him with something other than a groan. But the guy wouldnât pull away, and Robby inevitably came. He held the man's head, pushing as deep as he could, pouring his release down his throat for what felt like an eternity. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him while the guy swallowed and tongued his shaft through it all.
He hadnât come that hard in ages, and it took a second for his brain to reboot as he finally pulled back to let the guy breathe. Even with white spots dotting his vision, he could see the man licking his lips and smirking up at him, looking completely unbothered after giving Robby the best head of his entire life.
The guy fisted his own cock again, stroking fast and hard now, licking his lips over and over.
Robby dropped to his knees. It was only fair to return the favor.
The guy spread his legs to give him space, guiding the tip of his dick to Robbyâs lips and pushing the head inside. He tasted salty, and the heavy musk of precum and sweat made Robby lightheaded in the best way possible.
Iâm sucking off a Greek god, he thought, looking up at the planes of glistening, defined muscle greeting him as he worked his mouth around that perfect cock. His lips stretched as he took him in inch by inch. Heâd never been amazing at deepthroating, but he sure as hell didnât give bad blowjobs. He pushed himself a little farther down the shaft and let saliva pool in his mouth, pulling off briefly to spit the thick slick to ease the slide of his hand. He tongued the underside of the head, drinking in the beautiful noises the man was making.
Even if someone walked in right now, Robby would keep sucking this guy's dick like heâd been starved for months. He couldnât get enough of itâthe taste, the smell, the noises, the ache settling into his jaw as he bobbed his head fast, working his hand in tandem over the parts of the shaft he couldnât quite reach.
It was messy and loud, spit covering Robbyâs hand and beard, dripping down the guy's shaft and into his grey pubic hair.
It was over too fast, just like Robbyâs own release. The guy arched his back and pushed deep into his mouth before shooting off. Robby sputtered a bit, a little out of practice, but he suckled the head and greedily took all the cum into his mouth. He pulled back with a loud pop once the guy stopped twitching, opening his mouth to show the pool of cum on his tongue before swallowing it down under the attentive, lust-blown gaze of those green eyes.
His knees ached as he stood up and gathered his towel. He was breathing too fast for a room full of steam, his lungs straining for air.
âIâm Jack, by the way.â
The guyâJackâwas wrapping his own towel around his waist, smiling up at Robby. But this smile was softer, and Robby couldnât help but smile back.
âRobby.â
âNice to put a name to that gorgeous face.â
âSame here.â
Robby looked around, unsure of what he was supposed to say next, or if he should just leave without another word.
âI was planning to shower in twenty or so,â Jack said, his hand drifting down his abs. âIf youâre interested.â
Robby was. He sat his ass right back down on the bench just in time for someone else to walk inâan older man who barely minded them sitting together in the corner before taking a seat of his own.
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