George walks in on Clay receiving head on George's bed.
Clay x George.
The day started out like any other, and was coming to an end much like the rest just the same.
George and Clay had both just gotten done streaming together after almost five hours today, and they were both downright drained of energy from it. The first thing Clay did was go take a nice hot bath while George went his own way. It was evident Clay would be lounging in there for awhile, so George decided he'd go out for some food at a restaurant with some other friends later that night without him.
And as George went out and was enjoying himself at the diner, Clay had started texting him, harmless at first, just missing his friend. That is until ideas came to mind for Clay.
He was still inside the bath, only now slowly teasing to show George more than just his face and chest in the pictures he sent, but of course the two guys both knew it was only a joke. Clay simply enjoyed knowing George was out in public opening each revealing snap from him in front of their other friends. Besides, George and Clay have been living together for what felt like forever now since George moved in from England. They had gotten closer almost immediately and now always make lewd jokes just like this around eachother harmlessly.
It wasn't like Clay ever sent full nudes either. The pictures were subtle. But he did this on purpose. To easily frustrate and tease George and George only with the idea that one day Clay could go too far and show what was being hidden from view. Nobody else got to see or know how every time the two guys would retreat to their separate rooms at night just how Clay would act towards the brunette. How intimate their texts would get together. Unlike any of normal friends. But that's all they were.
Of course Clay and no conscious intent on actually sending him anything further than his naked chest and maybe even his v-line if he was really feeling bold that day. It was always one sided, and left George awkward and annoyed, just how Clay liked it. It was always the same. But this night was different.
This time as Clay texted his friend back, inching closer to his lower half, still in the tub as he took those mischievous pictures for George now an hour in of hanging out with his friends, Clay wondered if it meant something more to them. Something more than a harmless joke they'd always poked at for years. Why nobody ever stopped this type of innopropriate joking between the two. And as he sat naked in the bubbly soap filled water, he began to wonder why everytime they joked with eachother like this, why it began to excite him more and more each time. He couldn't wait to get alone to navigate through his phone to George's number every night.
To Clay it was utterly intoxicating to see George so bashful. But was that really the only reason for it?
Clay quickly shook away the shameful thought and hopped out of the bath then got himself dressed, trying not to think about the sudden hardness that had began to form as he began thinking about George miles away opening his most recent snap of his thighs this time. They were just pictures to pick fun at, nothing more than that. And he was sure George also saw them as nothing but annoying as well.
Clay ignored all those thoughts of his best friend as he finally layed down in his bed, but he quickly became bored with any company and he decided to pull out his phone once more.
He saw the big red dating app almost glowing across his screen, begging to be used. Clay groans, knowing damn well he hated dating apps. Nobody ever seemed good enough on them. The most he would do is invite them over one time for a hookup then never see them again. It was easy, but boring and unsatisfying. And Clay just simply didn't want any of them for the long haul.
Clay sighed as he swiped left and right until finally he matched on a girl. She was pretty enough for Clay. He liked the way she looked just fine, but there was something always missing from them whenever he matched with them. It had resonated awhile ago, but only tonight, with his hardness growing, could he admit what his issue was with the girls. Like he wanted them to look like George more than they ever did. It almost infuriated Clay that they never looked like George. He was prettier than every single one.
Clay knew it was a dick move to just use these girls for the night, but he didn't seem to care at this point. He was just too far gone to be bothered. Clay got to the point where he would even constantly bring girls over around the house when George would be around and make it obvious they were hooking up to annoy again. He had noticed he always had to make it obvious when George was around the house, but this time he wasn't around.
It wasn't the same without George here to listen in on the noises the girls made when Clay fucked them. George's room was just next to Clay's, so he couldn't escape the sounds if he wanted to, but George never seemed to mind much. Afterall, Clay never heard complaints, so he took that as a sign to be even louder to satisfy the girls more each time.
Clay hesitantly texted back the girl, giving her his address to come hookup without thinking about it much. He knew it wouldn't be as enjoyable without George here, but he had to get rid of the hardness he had caused somehow.
George had texted him only moments ago, saying him and his friends would be back even later than expected and shouldn't wait up for him tonight. Of course, Clay was not a fan of this news whatsoever. He found himself getting angrier an angrier the longer George was gone.
Clay just wanted the girl to get here already so he could use her, then not have to worry about his hard on anymore tonight. He found himself texting George telling him much too passive aggressively that he could take all the time he needed. Clay hit send and didn't regret a thing. He never did with all of those pictures taken so recently, so why should he need to feel that way now? Besides, Clay wasn't done messing with George just yet.
After the message was sent and George read it, Clay got a half-angry text back from him just as expected.
George had said it wasn't his fault he had friends and a social life unlike Clay, who would stay at home all day and occasionally invite girls over just to screw them. Clay read his message and hastily threw his phone across the floor. Clay wanted the agnsty reaction from his friend, just not the comment along with it. He was just too painfully right.
He never liked it when George was seriously upset with him, but Clay always found some stupid way to make him disappointed with him. It wasn't his intention, he'd only wanted a reaction to feed on some more, but now all Clay could think about now was how happy George must have been the whole night up until he ruined it because of his own insecurities and his secret about how George made him feel.
But of course, it didn't take long until Clay snapped out of it and stopped feeling sorry for himself. Clay took a deep breath and found himself hating George for being angry at him over simply missing him, then he was up as if nothing had even happened and getting ready for his 'date'.
Just as Clay was getting the house situated, he heard his phone chime. The girl was only a minute away, much faster than he anticipated. Clay sprayed a quick spits of cologne on that always seemed to do the trick then made his way over to the door that was now being rung.
He opens it to find the same girl he had matched with. On occasion, the person he matched with would look quite different than their profile picture. This sucked alot, but Clay mostly didn't care too much. As long as he got to get laid and could cum, he counted it as a win.
The girl stood there, looking just like she had promised, and a huge smile across her face at the sight of Clay.
"Hey- uh Clay right?" Clay nods with a smile then realizes he didn't take the time to even look at her name. He panics then simply goes in for a hug saying a soft 'hello' then he pulls away and adds:
"Wow- you're so beautiful."
Of course Clay meant it, but it was just a distraction from her name. He needed her for tonight and was not about to blow it because of a stupid name. He decided to mentally go over names in his head while they had smaller conversations throughout their introductions. Cassie maybe? He remembered at least it started with a C.
"Want something to drink?" The girl smiles then shakes her head, signaling a huge yes.
"Do you have wine by chance?" He stifle a laugh then pulls open a large cabinet full of all different kinds of liquors, including a select few wines. Then his mind went back to the names; Casey? Nope. Not yet.
Clay pulls out an average sized bottle of wine then a glass from another part of the kitchen. He pours her a cup but not one for himself.
"You're not going to drink too?"
"Oh, I don't drink. This is all my roommates alcohol." Candy? God no.
"Oh. Then should I be having it? I don't wanna be a bother-" Clay shushes her with a swift wave of his hand then adds:
"It's totally fine. He's not here, he'll never find out." The girl laughs then takes a big gulp out of her glass. Clay liked it when the girls drank so they could loosen up a bit, but not too much. Because if they were drunk then he couldn't just send them straight home after.
After what was too long of just talking to eachother, the girl begins drinking a little too much, letting Clay know it was time to take it from here and head over to his room. Cassandra? Ugh.
Clay slowly puts down the girls drink, then smoothly grabbed her waste while he made eye contact, pulling her in, ready for his next move. He didn't know what it was with him and eye contact with everyone he brought here but as soon as he did this trick, they were hypnotized on him.
The girl looks into Clays green hypnotic eyes not saying a word, all she did was follow Clay as he lead her to his room. By this point, Clay would have been making it more obvious that he was going to have sex with her to George, but of course he was nowhere to be found. All it did was irritate Clay even more at his absense.
Clay finds himself annoyed again as he realizes the situation some more. George wasn't here, that was obvious, but he still needed some way to have him there somehow. He couldn't help it. It was what he was used to having, George's presence just the other room away hearing the way he made the girls moan and plead, and it wasn't long before Clay came up with his solution. The girl of course doesn't realize when Clay makes a short detour to George's room.
They walk inside George's room, which honestly wasn't as cleaned up as Clay's actual room was. He didn't care at all about the girls opinion on how dirty the room was, all Clay knew was that the room had George's smell imprinted into it and it made him feel safe immediately.
Clay sat there inhaling him as the girl found her way onto George's bed. To see her sitting where George should be makes Clay become instantly hard, although he still wished it were George instead. The girl simply sat there watching him as she slowly began to undress herself. He liked it when they got to the point first.
She takes her shirt off first, showing off her boobs, then off comes her skirt she had been wearing. Clay only takes off his shirt at first, then his jeans are along the floor with it. The girl watches Clays tall figure with big nervous eyes intently as he makes his way over to George's bed.
Clay doesn't care much about her at this point, he has never been on George's bed before. Thinking about how nervous he'd be if it were George inside the room with him instead right then, Clay walks over and sits on his bed sheets softly, not wanting to ruin the way George had made up his bed. To him it was a work of art.
He barely notices when the girl reaches for him. They both sit on the edge of the bed watching eachothers bodies carefully until finally the girl moves for Clay's boxers.
Still on the bed, she begins massaging Clay's dick from the outside of his boxers softly. Clay only sat there looking at her on George's bed. He quickly realized he no longer wanted her on it at all.
With a quick pull of the girls arm, he had her down on the floor looking up at him. Her expression instantly changed to concerned before Clay pulled out his dick from his boxers and layed it before her. She looked at it with longing then took a hand to grab onto it.
The girl began slowly moving in back and forth between her hand. She wasn't the most exceptional at it, but Clay didn't mind. All he had to do was imagine it was George doing it to him and it felt infinitively better.
He closed his eyes and saw George down on his knees jerking off his dick. George would look at him with those big chocolate eyes of his and start blushing in a second. Clay loved it when George would blush just like this for him.
The image of him began to feel so real Clay no longer cared about her being on the bed. As long as he imagined him, it felt okay. Just as fast as he had put the girl down on the floor, he had pulled her back up onto her knees on the bed.
She stayed perfectly lined up, eyeing Clay's size straight on. Clay takes one hand and holds up his dick to her, offering it. With the other hand, he takes the girls head and edges her closer to it. In an instant, her tongue flies out and begins licking up his precum made for George.
He thought, if George were doing this he would have already gotten along with it. Clay's dick would have been so far down his throat he would have to choice but to gag on it. He would be downing it just the way Clay enjoyed it, no holding back on making him closer and closer to cumming down George's throat. The thought alone was enough to give the girl a quick head tug toward his dick.
Finally she takes in the tip and begins sucking. Unable to wait another minute, Clay was grabbing her by the hair and moving her back and forth. It was already clear she could hardly take much in. The girl found herself slapping away at Clay hand in her hair.
Clay pulled away and let the girl do her thing, which consisted of mostly more licking and sucking his tip. By this point, Clay had wanted her to just leave. He had denoted that she was not worth it, but there was no way he could just tell her that now. Not with his cock inside her mouth.
Finally Clay decided to just sit back and study around George's room some more. Of course he had been inside it maybe a couple times, but never long when he did. Alone time in eachothers rooms wasn't a thing the two of them did together, and if it was done, it was strictly a few minutes. And now Clay knew exactly why that was now with the way the girls mouth he wished were George's instead was wrapped around his tip so tightly. It just wasn't safe to be alone for him.
But still, Clay loved taking it the atmosphere of George's room. His desk and setup on top of it. His closet stuffed with t-shirts so much so that he's forced to fold some below, only for them to become wrinkly and dirty again. He'd always loved making fun of them to Georges face, as did their fans. He was almost having fun taking in his surroundings and memories when finally Clay looked down onto George's bed he had been sitting on.
The bed sheets were a baby blue color, and they were soft too, as soft as he imagined George to be. Clays fingers were moving around his sheets when the girl decided to speed up her movements suddenly, reminding himself to react more to her disappointment of a blowjob. It still wasn't much as she paced faster, but it beat just the licking. Her mouth was now around his dick again, sucking harder.
His hands found their way to the bed sheets once more, gripping them longingly. He wondered how often when George would touch himself, if he had gripped these sheets too. He wondered even more if George also thought about Clay while he layed alone at night, touching his dick to the dirty images created of his best friend just next door.
The thought sent a hundred butterflies through his chest, causing him to thrust more into the girls mouth. Once again she gagged, but she continued this time thankfully, sensing the well known pulses forming inside Clays dick deep in her mouth now. He looked down at her and once again pictured George.
Clay reached to rest his hand underneath his chin as he took him down his throat. George knew exactly how to move his tongue and use his puffy sore lips around Clay. He wouldn't disappoint like the girl had. She wasn't even there anymore to Clay, and any bad movement instantly felt like heaven to Clay. He closed his eyes and all he saw and felt was George. He finally found himself moaning aloud to the movement below. He could feel the tension building inside his cock, ready to burst down his throat when he heard footsteps aside the two.
Clays eyes flutter open then he quickly turns his much too dizzy head to the doorway. The look on George's face wasn't angry, just shocked and maybe confused. George didn't say anything, even when they made eye contact. The girl stayed there, not noticing the scene. She continued sucking Clay's dick in front of George still standing in the doorway, now slack jawed at his best friend getting head on top of his bed.
Still not wanting to stop dispite desperately needing to do so from his friends current watchful and unmoving gaze, Clay forces his hand up and pulls the girl off of his dick with a moan from the both of them. Any second later and Clay was sure he would have made a mess on George's clean bed. The girl simply looks at him and says nothing out of confusion. Finally, Clay shrugs guiltily then explains to the oblivious girl:
"I'm sorry- um." Clay smiles then gestures over to George in the doorway, arms crossed now, looking uncomfortable but unmoving. The girl jumps up and grabs her clothes at the sight of George.
"Oh shit! Why are you in here?" Clay laughs slightly then answers:
"This is his room." The girl looks at Clay like he was stupid then begins getting dressed faster. Clay doesn't see the harm in trying out one of those names anymore so he adds:
"Sorry about that- Chelsea?" She stops what she's doing as her face goes red instantly.
"It's Cherry you piece of shit." Clay almost laughs at the name but keeps it in. Cherry finally gets dressed then, without another word, storms out right past George. The two both wait a second then hear a door slamming, indicating she had left.
George still hasn't moved, he just watched Clay carefully as if deciding on what to say. It only takes Clay a little longer to realize his dick is still out and George was eyeing it. Quickly, Clay pulls back up his boxers to at least hide his dick, but the imprint was still visible through them, so it hardly mattered. George was the first to talk through the silence, finally showing more emotion than just shock:
"Why in my room Clay? I come back early because I felt bad, and this is what I get?" Clay sits down on the bed, and doesn't speak, he just let's George vent.
"Your room is right next to mine, why did it have to be mine that you bring some slut into? Like, jesus Clay. Her name was Cherry-."
Finally Clay found himself chuckling. George was still not amused, in fact pissed was the best word to describe it. Before Clay could respond properly, George was pacing fast toward him. Clay reacts instantly and stands straight up from his bed to win over George's height easily. George stops, only centimeters away and raises his voice slightly:
"You know you can be a real-" George suddenly stops and Clay eyes him curiously. Finally after nothing came from either of them, Clay meets George's eyes, which were undoubtedly down on Clay's boxers. George's breath hitched when he asks:
"Why are you- still hard?" Clay looked down at his crotch. He wasn't quite sure what to say to George. Maybe it was because he had just received head and was about to cum second before he came in. Or maybe it was because George was here in front of him, in his room alone together that was making him this way.
Clay doesn't speak so George does again:
"I'm yelling at you telling you how disappointed I am- and you're still hard?"
Clay knew it wasn't okay, but George standing here, this close, talking about how Clay was hard, only made him that much harder.
"You should just go- and get that-sorted out." As George utters the words his eyes fell back down to Clay's boxers. It wasn't just the boxers he was gawking at, it was Clay's dick. He didn't stop watching, even thought George knew Clay could see where his eyes were, he couldn't bring himself to look away. And Clay didn't want him to stop watching even more.
"What's the matter?" Clay finally gains the courage to speak to George. He hears Clay and can finally snap out of his trance at the sudden sound of his friends voice. He looks up into Clays eyes as he speaks again:
"Is it that distracting to you George?" George doesn't speak, but he can feel his breathing speed up almost instantly at the blonds simple cocky words. Clay even hears it with him now too, and can swear he even hears George's heart pounding loudly now. Clay then speaks again with a smirk around his lips, wanting to heighten the tension way more:
"Or is it just that you want to see it again?" As Clay's hand moves down to his boxers, George's eyes whip down to them again, unable to look away again. Clay didn't know what was up with George, but he found it fun. I mean, it was only another joke he was concocting up again to lighten the mood. Clay thought up a million things to say to George in a second, but settled on saying one:
"Did you enjoy seeing my cock inside some chicks mouth on your bed George? You can tell me." Clay was almost half-kidding. He wasn't stupid. He could tell George was frozen looking at his dick right now, but Clay had caught it happening once before, so it wasn't anything new.
Clay had just gotten out of the shower one night almost a year ago after a long day, much like today's. George had been waiting on him to use it as well and was growing impatient. It was an honest mistake, Clay had just gotten done and George was opening the door to ask him when he would be out. Just as George ended up opening the door, he saw Clay standing there completely naked in front of him just freshly exiting the shower.
Clay hadn't noticed at first, and George found himself still staring, unable to look away, like he couldn't now. When Clay finally noticed him, it took George a little too long to react, like he was still in the trance.
Clay had made a sound or something, making George jump, then he swiftly shut the door and left. Later that night when they talked about it, George had said he simply was caught off guard and hadn't known what to do.
After that, it was brought up a few times, and Clay would joke that George enjoyed seeing him naked, but George would deny it of course. So to this day, Clay always just thought George wasn't interested in him like that. Which was why Clay had no issue joking at a time like this. Even if Clay clearly felt very different than his friend about the current situation.
But George still stood there, inches away from Clay's body, just staring until finally he let a breath escape then he was saying:
"I don't- no I didn't enjoy it Clay!" This time George rose his voice once more, now looking straight into Clays eyes as he spoke. Clay believed him, but it was still entertaining him to see George act this way towards him. Clay wanted to see George blushing mad at him, and it only made sense to poke some more:
"Oh really, then why are you-" It was just to be playful. The guys would always ball tap eachother constantly, but when Clay reached down to feel George's dick just to tease, he was shocked to find out that George was in fact- hard.
"-hard." Clay couldn't do anything but gaze into George's now, startled and extremely embarrassed, eyes. He had quickly removed his hand from George's hard dick and put it to his side, but it was still plenty enough time to feel just how hard his friend really was. All Clay was telling himself repeatedly inside his head was that George was turned on by the girl. Afterall she had been naked on his bed and George never brought anyone home to satisfy himself like Clay always did. It just couldn't be seeing Clay hard that did it for him. There was no way.
"I should probably just leave then." Clay wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure who exactly had just caused George to also be so hard, just as hard as Clay still was. Clay didn't look again at George at all as he announced himself out, he was turning around and getting ready to walk out of George's room when he felt two hands pull him closer, stopping him from leaving.
Clay knows exactly what he was feeling but doesn't know how to comprehend it just yet. It was only when he looked down to his sides, that he could truly understand what was happening. George had slowly pulled Clay's backside up against him, up against Georges hardness to be exact, and was holding Clay by his hips gently.
"George what are you doing-." Just as Clay spoke, he felt Georges face brush up past his ear softly, getting a better view of Clays tinted complection directly in front of him. George just hovered there as he whispered:
"I- don't really know-." George then began biting a small nibble at Clay's ear, causing Clay to shiver down his body involuntarily. Clay had never seen George this confident about anything before, especially something like this with someone like himself. Even George was confused as ever why he was acting this way. Why he avtually put action into the way he was so strongly feeling towards Clay. It took a minute to gain the courage, but when he did, George found himself speaking again:
"But doesn't it feel good." It wasn't really a question. It was like George already knew Clay wanted this to happen, and that George knew just how perfect their bodies felt pressed to one another right now. Clay just had no idea how bad George had been wanting this too. How much he'd wanted Clay back just as badly.
George slowly started around Clay's neck again, trailing small pecks across the whole perimeter. Clay could feel himself hardening even more than he had with the girl, way more. So much that it almost hurt to not touch. Clay could also feel George behind him, moving with small dips gently up against his ass. Clay was alot taller than George, so George was forced to use his tippy toes slightly, which Clay found nothing but adorable.
Clay was beginning to feel too good from such small actions when slowly George began moving his hands around Clay's abdomen. George first started at his shirtless chest to feel what had been sent in picture form to him the most out of all of Clays body parts. Clay was built larger than George, and they both loved that. Clay felt George's hands move up to feel out his abs, then up further to touch Clay's pecks he'd so desperately thought about constantly.
Clay could hear George in his ear breathing like he was ready to have a panic attack from how good touching him felt. Clay had wanted this moment for so long but now that it was here, he felt frozen. He could only manage to turn his head to study the brunette.
George's face was beet red, just the way he liked it. He saw Clay looking at stopped moving and just watched in nervousness instantly. Clay didn't want George to stop though. He quickly turned himself back around to see George's hands, which were still on him but unmoving.
Clay looked at how delicate they looked against his larger figure. Finally Clay took George's long slender fingers and lowered then down below, just above his boxers. He heard George mumble something but couldn't quite catch it but could decipher just enough to know it ended with a very pathetic whimper. Even with Clays motivations, George still wasn't moving so Clay helped further by asking sweetly:
"Don't you want to know what I feel like?" All he felt was a nod from behind from George, then he was moving his hand slowly further down by himself at last. Clay had closed his eyes by this point, just letting his imagination take flight on what was happening below.
George was only playing with Clay's wasteband, sticking a long finger beneath, but not far enough to reach what they both wanted to feel. From behind Clay, George had begun thrusting into him again, only slower this time.
George discovered he simply liked just teasing Clay. He had always been the one to be teased by Clay with words and dirty pictures before, so it only felt right to do it back at Clay for real. It was clearly working too because nkt even a minute after he started George felt Clay wiggling, trying to get his hand under Clay's boxers for him.
"Tell me you want me Clay." Just from the words George spoke, Clay had flung his head back from pleasure, landing along George's shoulder to give view of his flustered expressions to George. Giving in finally, Clay groans:
"I want you George. Okay?" George still wasn't moving as he watched Clays active face react so indecently to his words alone, loving how he caved so easily. But Clay wanted more, so he began wiggling harder against George again to get a move on. And it only ended up earning a delicious response from his friend:
"Say please."
"Please." As Clay uttered the word, George had begun moving his hand under Clay's boxers. When he finally found Clay's dick, they both shuddered pitifully in sync. Clay was the first to speak, saying a breathy 'fuck'. The small action felt annoyingly better than he could've ever imagined.
Clay couldn't do anything else but exhale loudly as George eagerly began jerking him under his boxers while still rubbing from behind Clays ass. George then began to wander around Clays cock to touch his tip only to immediately feel an embarassing amount of precum from him, feeling nothing but pride from the mess he'd made of his friend. Clay moans as George takes a finger and wipes most of it off that hadnt already dripped down his cock. With a slow movement, George had taken his hand out from under Clay's boxers and lifted his hand to his own mouth, licking up Clays precum.
As Clay watched this he couldn't help but roll his eyes at how much of a tease George was being. He wanted George so bad he was becoming irritable. Clay waits for George to finish sucking his finger like he'd just licked up the most delicious honey he'd ever tasted then hastily pulls himself away from George.
Clay just stares him straight in his dark eyes to see his bashful reaction. George is clearly caught off guard, the look on his face states it clearly. But even more, Clay is in charge yet again.
"Not so bold now when I'm looking at you, are you George?" He didn't have to say anything, and he didn't, Clay already knew he was right.
"Take off your shirt. And the sweatpants." George hesitated but when Clay took a step forward, he began taking the clothing off. Finally when they were removed, Clay stated:
"You liked seeing me with my dick out on your bed, didn't you?"
"Yes. So much." Clay wasn't expecting George to be able to answer, but even when he does, it's a short breathy one. It's enough to give Clay a wave of confidence.
"Get on the bed." George did as he demanded, looking into Clays eyes as he backed up on all fours. Clay watched George sit on his own bed with just his boxers on and couldn't hold back anymore. In a second he was walking over to George and shoving him up against the wall.
Clay made his way onto the bed, kneeling over George laying helplessly as he pinned him. George looked at Clay dominating him like it was the most amazing scene he'd ever looked at. George's puppy eyes were enough to make Clay say:
"Take off my boxers- now." George nodded eagerly then got to work. Clay watched as he fumbled nervously to take them off. When they were eventually removed and kicked away, Clay took a hold on George's chin and said:
"How bad have you wanted it? Me." George's puppy eyes grew wider as Clay spoke. He looked like he might cry from how badly he wanted Clay. And Clay might have even wanted him to cry.
"Because, fuck, I've wanted you since we first met George." George whimpers under Clay's touch but still says nothing as he squirmed around for anything more than what they had going on. It was pure torture to have to wait any longer.
"Tell me what you want George. Or I'll leave right now." George shuddered under Clay's touch then finally exclaimed:
"Your- your cock. I've wanted you for so long but was so scared. I'm not anymore. Please. I want to suck it so bad Clay-." The blonde smiled and smoothed a thumb over George's bottom lip then selfishly demanded:
"Do it then." As Clay spoke, he took a hand and grabbed his dick then began edging his way over to George's closed lips. Just as his dick touched George's lips, they opened automatically then he took it in not making Clay wait just as he had thought before.
George began slowly licking up and down Clay's dick like it was his favorite flavor of popsicle. Clay watched as his dick entered his best friends mouth without hesitation, moaning along with Clay. He could barely stand to look at the amazing scene happening, until he saw George take his hand and bring it up to grab a handful of Clay's balls.
"Shit George-." This must have been enough to let George know Clay enjoyed it, so just as quick as they were in his hands, George was taking Clay's dick from his mouth and sucking his balls too. With his other hand, he continued jerking off Clay's dick. It was far too much too soon for Clay to handle from George.
Clay quickly took a hand and was gripping onto George's hair. Clay glanced down and noticed George had been trying to remove his boxers now too. In a second, Clay was taking a hand and slapping him away from his boxers.
"Clay- I need to touch myself." Clay simply shakes his head and states:
"Not until your gagging on my cock." George only looks down at Clay's dick for a second, then the next he was sucking it again. Clay let's out a moan then, trying his hardest, says:
"I want to see your eyes rolling back- as you choke on me George." George didn't need another command, he was taking Clay straight down to the hilt, enough so his tongue was licking his balls as he did.
"Holy shit." George was taking the whole thing and sliding up and down like it was no big deal to him. He hardly even gagged as he took everything down to his balls. All Clay could do now was moan, already close.
George must notice this because he stops and pulls off of Clay then says:
"I think you're not as tough as you look." Just as fast as he stopped, he was starting again. Clay hated how fast he was already cumming down George's throat, but he was. Clays breathing came in fast, short waves as he came. George just kept on sucking until finally it was all down his throat. Clay pulled his dick from George's mouth with a groan then was sitting beside him, gasping for air.
The sound of George swallowing was all that was heard then he was looking over at Clay omce again, who looked all too defeated. Clay finally looked back over to George then at his boxers.
"Take them off. I'm not done yet." George let out a small moan then took his boxers off, revealing his dick for Clay. He only sat there staring at George dick for a little too long, finally being able to see how big he really was, until he made himself snap out of it.
"Now bend over." George did as he was told and bent himself over his bed. Clay took in the view of an all too helpless George before him and felt himself get harder than he was before.
"Don't hold back." George's voice was a loud moan as he spoke. Clay didn't waste another second, he began slicking his dick up against George's hole, only pressing up on it gently. Clay then took his hand and moved it up to George's face in front, then stuck a few fingers into his mouth.
"Spit." George did as he asked and in a second, Clay felt a handful of warm liquid running through his fingers. Clay took his fingers out of his mouth then began rubbing his dick with George's spit. Clay didn't think it was possible to get any harder until the warmth of George's spit touched his cock.
Holding back from just ramming straight in, Clay took two wet fingers and began rubbing against George's rim, lubing him up more. Finally after what seemed like enough warming up, Clay said:
"I'm not holding back- like you said." George was now hiding his face stuffed in his pillow as he shook his head, letting Clay know he was ready.
"Fuck-" Clay couldn't wait any longer, he found himself already pushing his dick into George. Next was Georges turn to be vocal.
"Shit Clay-!" Clay was already speeding up into George, enough to shake George along the bed. George's dick was now grinding against his stomach as he was pushed back and forth from Clay's cock.
"Shit- fuck!" Clay took George's screams as an invite to beat up his ass even more. Easily, Clay began ramming everything he had into George, leaving any mercy behind.
"Clay I'll-!" Knowing George was about to cum, Clay took himself out of George and flipped him around so he could now see his expressive face.
"If you're going to cum, I want to see." And with that, Clay had re-inserted himself back into George and was slamming his cock harder than before. Clay knew this was a good idea because now he could see every lewd face George was making as Clay fucked his ass relentlessly. And now even George could see the way Clay's face lit up at the sight of himself down below being fucked in such an undignified way.
George no longer had any friction as he was being fucked, so he started to jerk himself off with his hand while Clay pounded him. Clay noticed this and immediately stopped him by saying:
"No- I want you to cum from just my cock." George hesitantly took his hands from his own dick and began gripping his bed sheets in response. Clay looked down at the picture and almost came from the sight alone.
He had wanted so badly to know how George looked gripping his own sheets late at night and now he has the privilege of seeing it here in person. And it was even caused by Clay himself.
"George you look too good." Clays mouth was now slack-jawed at the sight of George. Clay then took one hand and cupped ahold of George's balls below, like George had done to Clay earlier. George was moaning so fast and loud that it almost sounded like he was in pain. When his eyes rolled back and he started moaning even more, it was evident how badly he just wanted to have his dick jerked.
And Clay didn't give him what he wanted, he just let him suffer even more. George finally opened his eyes to look Clay in his as he begged:
"Cum inside me- please Clay." Clay only kept pounding into George, until he asked:
"Tell me how bad you want it-" George simply sat there, speechless. Clay closed his eyes, ready to cum, but held back.
"Please, tell me!" It was then when he saw Clay's eyes rolling into his head that George finally gained to courage to speak, saying:
"It'll make me cum Clay- do it please!" Clays eyes whip open and with one more thrust into George, he was cumming inside. Feeling Clays cum shoot into him, George was also cumming along with him. Clays mouth stayed wide open, unable to close at the sight of George's cock erupting all over his own stomach.
After George had stopped squirming all over Clays dick, he finally decided to pull out. He watched as his cum flowed out of George, then as the pleasure continued to roll out of him infront of Clay as it leaked out of him.
After George finally settled down, he layed down on his bed, catching his breath. He watched as Clay stood before him, starstruck by what just happened. George only smirked then pulled down Clay to lay with him. George was the first to speak:
"That scratches off one of the two things from my bucket list then, I guess." Clay laughs along with George as he gestured to the two of them laying together naked. Clay then stops laughing and asks:
"What's the second one?" George's face goes red in an instant then he leans closer to Clay and whispers:
"This-." George shyly cupped Clays chin in his hands then began kissing Clay passionately on the lips. Clay didn't hesitate when he kissed him back. The two of them simply layed on the bed together and kissed eachother for what felt like years, neither of them regretting what had just happened with eachother minutes ago in this exact position.