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     ‘Ya’ don’t haf’ta change for me, Aes. I never wanted ya’ ta’ comply ta’ everythin’ that I want an’ need, an’ ya’ don’t haf’ta agree an’ obey everythin’ I say,’ his voice was low and in its usual deep tone. ‘I jus’ wanted ta’--’ Cyrus fell silent. The gaze he had transfixed on the television moved over to his friend, who was sat on the opposite side of the couch, looking like a timid, saddened pup. As usual, it plucked on Cyrus’ heartstrings, and he felt somewhat obliged to bring a smile to his face, however much it cost.

     ‘First thing ya’ should know ‘bout me is that I don’t like ta’ share. I want ya’ an’ only ya’. Secondly -- yeah, I am selfish. I do want ta’ have ya’ all ta’ myself, but it don’t mean ya’ gotta bend over for me. We can always be friends that give each other head an’ a helpin’ hand.’ As he spoke, he rolled over and kneeled by Aeson’s side, closing in around him, his hand had long left his cock and was now perched on Aeson’s shoulder. ‘I love ya’, man. You’ve been one of my longest friends an’ I haf’ta admit that I find ya’ ridiculously attractive. I’ve often jacked off, thinkin’ ‘bout ya’. If ya’ don’t wanna be a thing, we can jus’ be friends. I’d rather be yer friend than nothin’ at all. Ya’ can fuck anythin’ ya’ like, so long as we remain friends.’ As a final gesture on his part, he moved his other hand to his hip, he closed the space between them, until Cyrus’ front was nestled up against the fellow hunters’ side. 

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     Cyrus spent more time than he originally thought he would in evenly spreading out the contents of the bottle over Salem’s virginal-like pucker. It was heavenly-soft, pliable and smooth to the touch after he had thoroughly worked on it. Still... with as much effort he put into it, his fingers were of no comparison to what he had dangling between his thighs. He preferred not to put fear into Salem at this point and instead, opted to praise him. ‘You’ve been so good, boy -- that’s a pretty fuckin’ pussy ya’ got there. Such a tight, lil’ puss.’ Cyrus snickered, standing to his fullest. One hand continued on toying with Salem’s slick entrance, whilst the other had curled into the vast girth of his cock, where he applied back-handed strokes to it to keep it lively and full.

   To further ensure the young man would relax, he craned his head into the arch of his neck, smooth lips peppered light kisses to the skin there. His moistened mouth was warm and gentle, tongue traced over the outline of jaw and his earlobe. When he felt like he had achieved his best work and had Salem practically on the tips of his toes in anticipation, he backed up. Cyrus let a brief, deep chuckle pass his lips as he witnessed how petite the man was compared to himself. Grappling onto the rounded heft of Salem’s left sphere, he voiced out. ‘Arch yer back out some more, baby.. take ‘em hands outta the window and bring ‘em back ‘ere. Spread yerself out for me.’ The hand that handled his leaking meat-stick angled up at the valley, the head provoking the twitching entrance that awaited his cock. 

     When Salem had obeyed his command, he grinned, dipping his legs in order to get down to his level of height. ‘Beautiful. So fuckin’ beautiful,’ he’d say, his arousal trickling its pre-cum along the opening. ‘Remember -- if it hurts, tell me stop. Don’t be afraid ta’ tell me how ya’ want it.’ There was a thin line between asking and demanding; Cyrus preferred to be on the dominant side and thus, disliked being given orders. Ever slowly, he pushed up with his hands, feet stomping the ground as he assessed the appropriate angle to attack the tight ring. Lips peel back immediately with a sharp wince, when he buries the head inside the velvety, constricting walls. ‘Hng, fuck -- Sal!’ A hand left the hip he was handling, and brought it over the man’s stomach region in a mild attempt to get him to relax. ‘Ease up, boy... damn.’ Grunting, he added in a light chuckle to ease the tension and intensity of it all. ‘Fuck! Are ya’ sure ya’ ain’t a damn virgin? S’like nobody has visited yer home.’ Cyrus remained still, not moving forward or back, allowing the boy to accommodate to the wide circumference invading him. 

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A pink tongue slid out to wet his lips to get ready for this rod he’s been eager to see. From the size of the bulge and what Thomas has felt with his hands, this man was enormous. Scarily enormous. His dark eyes looked up through his lashes to star Cyrus down in the bus station’s dark lighting as the man pulled his fingers out of his mouth, leaving a wet trail on his cheek. “Are you saying you want me to beg and be loud and needy? I can give you what ever you want, Cyrus.” 

Thomas sat back on his heels, eagerly watching the man pull away his bottoms only to have that thick dick smack against his face. He had jerked back slightly in shock but the warmth and heavy weight of Cyrus’ dick on his cheek made Thomas stop. “Shit.” Cyrus was huge in girth and in length, the taut skin flushed because of his erection. The brunet moaned, lips parting to press and open mouthed kiss to the giant shaft. Both the heat and the scent had Thomas whimpering; he wanted to taste this man’s cock on his tongue, to suck him off even if he couldn’t take him all in. No one could possibly take the entirety of his length. 

He felt Cyrus pull away so he could feel the bulbous head drag over his mouth where he could finally taste his prick. Cyrus didn’t have to ask twice. Thomas parted those lips and he took the pink head in his mouth, suckling the juices away. He was hesitant but Thomas raised his hand to heft that sack in his palm, rolling the balls in his hand.  

     With an agreeing hum, he nodded -- volume, screams, whimpers and pleas of mercy, were usually what brought him closer and closer to his climax. Once Thomas had the initiative to take control, his hand was drawn away from the base of his length, and was placed behind himself, accompanying the other hand, so that Cyrus was simply standing there, hands behind his back as he inspected the man’s work, as if it were completely normal to be gazing down upon the bulk of a fully-grown man, on his knees, whimpering over the gargantuan mass of his juicy prick. ‘If I see a single drop go to waste, yer ass-hole is gonna answer for it.’ And Cyrus hadn’t meant it in the good way, either. Still, he observed with joy as the man suckled and licked away at the preliminary juice that flowed from the tip of his engorged, wide head. ‘How’s it -- nggh -- taste?’ A groan rumbled from his throat when a warm palm and fingers held his plump balls. People always forgot how sensitive they could be, and he was surely grateful Thomas had gone ahead to show Cyrus that he knew what he was doing.

     The only sounds filling the room was the ticking clock mounted on the wall, the buzzing of the television, and the slurping and sloshing of the strangers mouth against his thick pipe. The beauty, ruggedness and masculinity of the man had aided in keeping his interest and therein, his erection full and heavy. ‘Here, hold on a sec..’ To fully absorb himself in the pleasure he was being provided with, he took steps back and sat himself on his seat, his cock laid out across his left thigh, the few inches Thomas had been able to get into his mouth were glistening with saliva. Cyrus had just wanted to reach out and spread it across his entire length, but he held back, and simply had his arms resting on the back of the bench, thighs spreading wider for his partner to kneel between. ‘Come ta’ me -- no -- crawl ta’ me.’ 

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     ‘Pics are all for me, baby -- don’t intend on sharin’ ‘em with anybody. Jus’ wanna commemorate how much of a mess I made ‘cause of ya’.’ Maybe in the future when Aeson was truly his, he would jokingly tell the story of the mess he made over his boyfriend the first time he ever fucked his face, though the thought of sharing those pictures would ever cross his mind. ‘I am definitely havin’ one of these pictures as my lock and home screen. Ya’ look fuckin’ gorgeous,’ he claimed with pride, though at this point he was just provoking Aeson when he was at his lowest -- weak and defeated.

     As Aeson proceeded to clean himself up, he took even more pictures. Who could blame him? Aeson was an Adonis. Easily, one of the most charming and beautiful Cyrus had ever befriended and gotten naked with. There was no way he was gonna pass up this photogenic view. When it came to cleaning Cyrus up, he whined in pure delight, his cock was sensitive and yet remained at its full mast, with no signs of it shrinking down after his wild eruption. When time came, he took the last picture of Aeson’s face flat against the side of his thigh, his length only a mere inch away from his lips. ‘Think ya’ missed a spot, baby --’ A free hand curled into his shaft at its middle and raised it upwards to his stomach, the slick mess of Aeson’s saliva and Cyrus’ seed was still coating the base of his hot prick, as were his balls. ‘Go on, baby... when yer done, we can go cuddle an’ do whatever ya’ wanna do.’ The phone was thrown to the bed. Using that same hand, he placed it on the back of his head, a silent persuasion for him to simply lean up and lap away at the juice he had missed from those hefty spheres.

     ‘Oh -- and hey,’ the tone of his voice and the volume had become stern and low. ‘Thank you for lettin’ me do this. I haven’t blasted this much cum on somebody in years. Thank you, Aeson.’

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    ‘I will use all the lube ya’ need, baby -- and more. Don’cha worry ‘bout a thing. I’ma take good-good care of ya’,’ he replied with an earnest, proud grin plastered to his face. As Aeson turned to face him, he was swarmed with a feeling of an enormous amount of affection and intimacy, something he seldom felt before, since most of his partners were one-night stands, where he would get between some strangers’ legs and rut into them, without a care in the world for their comfort. Clearing his throat, he spoke clearly and placed inflection and emphasis on the words to ensure Aeson heard him out. ‘When ya’ tell me ta’ stop, I’ll stop. When ya’ tell me ta’ go, I’ll go. I may be fuckin’ ya, but ya’ have the reigns.’ The hands of his lover that came to rest over his waist were raised up, Aeson’s arms were heaved to coil around his shoulders, the hot steam of the shower, the dim lighting, and the proximity of their naked, rippling bodies, was the ideal setting for their first time. Lips peppered over its companions, providing him with the affection and the touch that the two so desperately sought after. ‘No, this doesn’t mean you’ll bottom for the rest of yer life. Ya’ might actually love it.’

   A few minutes had been spent standing in the shower cubicle in each others’ embrace. Cyrus’ arms were wrapped around Aeson’s back, hands settling over his Venus dimples, their bodies were flush against each other, an attest to how close the two had gotten to each other. They were almost... inseparable, at this point in their friendship. ‘C’mon, handsome...’ With a final peck of the lips, he turned the handle of the shower off, and opened the glass door ajar, stepping out and getting the two a towel to dry off. Cyrus began with his hair, worked over his shoulders, chest, stomach and then the lower part of his body. It was pretty amazing how far he had come : he was very anxious about how his body looked -- how it was crafted with scars and bruises, but he was lucky to have found someone in the same profession that he was currently in.

    When he had gotten completely dried off, he threw the damp towel aside, and with the tips of his fingers entwined against Aeson’s, he lead the way to their room. There, he parted ways to dive hands into his duffle bag, retrieving two bottles of lubrication -- one non-flavored and non-scented lubricant, and the other was a watermelon-flavored, water-based lube. Just in case, he retrieved half a dozen packets of condoms, even though his general preference was to not cover himself, he would do it if Aeson had asked. ‘Did’ja want me ta’ coat up?’ Cyrus asked when he came to stand, referencing whether as to he wanted him wearing a condom. ‘I’m as fit an’ as healthy as a horse, but s’really yer call...’ Alas, he set them aside on the bed as he had intended to perform prep work before even thinking of wrapping ribbed latex over himself.

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     A look of ennui, of boredom, was shot Aeson’s way when he realised the man had broken into his room, the one he had just recently bought out for the next two nights before he intended on making his way back to his safe-house. Not that he was being callous or anything, but Cyrus merely felt uneasy having a man continuously trailing after him, only to lead him on and not deliver what he truly needed. Not a word came out of his mouth when the man came closer, taking his fries and taking the seat beside him, instinctively taking his hand beneath his underwear to maybe earn some type of attention. Not a single reaction came out of him, his eyes pinned to the television screen as the episode of Spongebob continued.

     Only when he felt lips peppering his neck did he feel the flair of anger seeping out. ‘Don’t do that,’ he took a brief pause to compose himself, and continued. ‘When ya’ start treatin’ me like a man -- who actually wants good things for ya’ -- instead of the piece of meat I am, then... and only then, would I even consider givin’ ya’ wha’cha want.’ The volume of his voice is low, as to hinder the fact that he was neither upset nor angry.

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    It was a long while, after the initial jets of his seed were streaming through the air, that he gradually sank from his high. His mouth and throat dry from his wild, unfiltered moans and heavy breaths. A layer of sweat had accumulated across the entirety of his frame, helping to augment his natural flair, charm and his physically-stacked body, that was out on full display for his bestfriend, whom he had grown incredibly fond of, for the past days where they constantly partook in sexual acts. Nothing as extreme as to why Cyrus had just done, of course.

    ‘Well, would ya’ look at this,’ he smirked with pride, his gaze had returned back down to the soaking wet man. The white fluid was covering him in full, and much to Cyrus’ surprise, Aeson had not gone ahead to clean up, which filled him with a sense of empowerment and attraction for his companion. ‘--haven’t even fucked that big ass of yers -- yet -- an’ ya’ already can’t walk.’ Stepping back, he took a hand to the base of his shaft, spreading the remains of his hot load along his smooth navel area, where he would soon demand it to be cleaned up. From where Aeson had removed Cyrus from his clothes, he walked back, picked up his jeans and dug through the pockets, retrieving his mobile phone. ‘If I get a good artsy picture, I’ll make ya’ ma’ home screen.’ Flicking on the camera, he walked back to his naked friend, his thumb continuously clicking at the button and taking multiple pictures. 

     ‘Go on, Aeson... s’jus’ for ma’ records.’ Cyrus would frame him up: from his Aeson’s lips, down to his thighs, to show off the drizzling mess he had made on him. At one point, he angled the tip of his cock back over his lovers mouth, and forced it back inside the wet heat. ‘Mm, beautiful.’ Various pictures did show off Aeson’s face, some had the flash on, some had it off and let the natural red tint of the room and the lights illuminate his friend. After he had enough pictures of the mess he had made on his head, he moved on down to photograph the man’s rippling, muscled body -- only because Cyrus felt an immense feeling of achievement, for having befriended and performed sexual acts with such a charming, handsome man. ‘Clean us up, Aeson. I wanna see every drop of cum gone an’ when I say clean us up, what I really mean is... ta’ drink me.’

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   ‘Don’t think so, buddy.’ There’s a lack of interest and devotion when he talks about that certain subject. If anything, it irritates him and causes his stomach to churn in ire. Consistently wording his disinterest for the matter and the man not being able to comprehend it, had started to take its toll on his temperament. Alas, his mind was waved from thinking too much on it, and was instead focused on the task at hand -- tempting Aeson into giving in. One hand was lazily pumping away at the thickened shaft, from its base to the tip, over and over. The added effect of soap, water and the humidity allowing the sound of his hand squelching up and around Aeson’s immense size. 

    ‘Ya’ ain’t small, trust me. Definitely got one of the bigger cocks I’ve seen,’ he grunted out, the front of his hips hammering down against his behind. He’d been at it for some time, and came to a sudden stop to witness his friend rolling himself back against his length. It lit a wicked, sly grin to his lips, one that illustrated how proud he was at having succeeded on encouraging Aeson to broaden his experience with homosexuality. Unfortunately, the grinding had come to an end, and he was gazing down at his friend as he turned, and drew him in for a smooth, passionate kiss.

    Both of his hands idly rested just beneath Aeson’s hipbones, thumbs circled the deep cut of his hips, he aligned himself closer, their fronts (groins, stomach and chest) were perfectly plump and pressed against one another as their lips brushed in perfect synchronicity and their tongues flawlessly undulated in each others mouths and in the air between them. Hearing those words had Cyrus snickering to himself. ‘Oh yeah? Didn’t think ya’d want me ta’ take that virginity of yers. Wow--’ Stunned, he ran a hand along the side of his torso, cupping the musculature as he did so, he smoothed over the wide, low chest and lightly caressed the spot with his palm. ‘Ya’ wanna get rammed right ‘ere? In the shower?’ Lips puckered and poised over Aeson’s lips, tempting him further and further into giving Cyrus complete and utter dominion over the events to come.