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  Yeah Ayden, look out boy, I’m fucking coming for you...

  Ayden

  We fell out the club a lot more worse for wear than we’d arrived. Suzie said she was off home, and I was glad to see the back of her. Nothing wrong with the woman but I hated seeing her plastered all over Jake. Not a jealousy thing, I didn’t know what it was exactly, I was just aware I wasn’t keen on it. And she’d been hanging on Jake all night, though he hadn’t seemed to mind, judging by the amount of times he stuck his tongue down her throat and his hand up her skirt. I knew he didn’t have much time for Suzie either, didn’t like her all that much so why he let her crawl all over him like she did, I couldn’t understand. Maybe the sex was too good to pass up? And hell, Jake liked his sex. Didn’t matter who it was with as long as he was getting some, as long as it was dirty. Because if there was one thing Jake liked - it was dirty sex, the dirtier the better. I was sure my friend was a closeted sex addict.

  Now, it suddenly dawned on me - there was the appeal.

  I’d seen him fucking her a few times, seen him shoving his cock into her with little finesse, to the point she choked and cried. But, she took what he gave. He wasn’t sweet, wasn’t a lover, liked someone who took is torment. Yeah, I got why he put up with Suzie after all.

  All three of us arrived at the Loft twenty minutes later. Sophie had texted her brother and he was fine with where she was. I knew Shaun was all Sophie had when it came to family, and he liked to know where she was most of the time. That she was safe. They lived together in a place I was wary to visit for fear of getting my head bashed in or my car jacked. It was safe for Sophie though, her brother made it so. I’d never met him, wasn’t sure I wanted to from what I’d heard of him, but when she said she felt safe at home, I believed she did. No one would dare come near the flat, never mind her, for fear of pissing her brother off. You didn’t fuck with him - her words. He was in some gang that wasn’t messed with, I imagined much like a gang that Gripp belonged to, there were plenty in Brighton. I often worried he’d get a snit in his bonnet over Sophie hanging around with me and Jake, but it never came up in conversation, if he was unhappy about it, she never said.

  It wasn’t unusual to have Sophie at the flat, she came over often, we all spent a lot of time together. She was always quiet when she came home with us, said the Loft reminded her of things she would never have, and I often felt guilty that I was lucky enough to have this when she lived where she did. How she did.

  Jake threw his coat over the back of the couch and hurled off his shoes. “I’m getting vodka. Anyone want anything?”

  “Nah.” I headed toward my room. “I’m going to go change into something more comfortable.” I winked as I moved down the hallway.

  The minute I entered my room, I started stripping out of my shirt, jeans and boxers, swaying and falling all over the floor when my feet got tangled in the denim. Collapsing back onto the bed, I lay for a minute waiting for the head spin to stop, more intoxicated than I’d initially thought.

  Sophie giggled from the bottom of the bed as she grabbed at my jeans and pulled them from my feet with significant effort. “You sounded like you needed a hand.”

  Lifting my head, I grinned at her. In the dull room I couldn’t make too much out, but I caught a shy look from her as her eyes travelled the length of my naked body. Oh yeah, no way she was missing the fact I had a hard on. He’d not deflated since certain tattooed fingers had touched there.

  Reaching down, I squeezed at my erection, giving a short pull. Not suggestively, more out of discomfort. Sophie needed to leave because I was about two seconds away from a furious jack off session and not giving a shit she was eyeballing me.

  “Can I watch?”

  Thumping my head back on the bed, and closing my eyes, I remembered I didn’t like women, not at all. I’d never kissed one, or even fucked one. When I double teamed with Jake, I used my hands as little as possible on a woman’s body, stating I was more content to watch. Women didn’t do it for me. But one of my closest friends asking wide eyed if she could watch me come had my balls aching and pleading. Didn’t matter she was a woman. It was intimate and crossed a slew of lines, yet I couldn’t help the amped up excitement at her question.

  I was a voyeur. Loved watching, loved being watched. I tried to figure out which she was.

  “Where’s Jake?” I asked, my voice heavy, as I curled my fingers around my stiff length, taking a firm hold.

  “Let me see.”

  Sophie took a step closer to the bed, then another before reaching down and pulling at my hand. I growled at her, a message she wasn’t to touch. Her hand sprung away from me and she giggled again, no doubt enjoying the eyeful she was getting of my angry purple headed cock and white knuckles wrapped around it.

  “Oh, my...” she stuttered out.

  I hadn’t heard Jake come into the room, only realised he was there when I heard Sophie moan and I looked up again to see Jakes’ hands covering her breasts over the tight top she was wearing. That was new. Where had his bravado come from? He liked Sophie - like, liked her - had never intimated anything because he was a fuck and run kind of guy and respected her too much to make a move and use her that way. Seemed he’d changed his mind.

  “You in, Sophie?”

  She stepped away from him and half turned so I could get a better look at Jake. He was naked as a jay bird, his erection making his thoughts known as it pointed towards Sophie.

  Slanting her head to the side, she looked from Jake to me then back to Jake, taking in his body. “What do you mean?”

  Refusing to wait for them to tango around one another, my state of bliss was pausing for no one, I wanted to get off. I jacked my hand back and forth ignoring their conversation. Using my free hand, I reached underneath and fingered my balls as I picked up the pace of my strokes.

  Fuck, yeah...

  I was so turned on I knew I’d be coming soon and one orgasm wasn’t going to do it. When I latched onto the image of the guy in the bathroom, that peek of metal in his mouth, those light-coloured eyes flashing at me, I lost my composure. I canted my hips upwards, arching off the bed, gripping harder as I stroked my cock with added vigour.

  Ropes of cum splashed across my chest as I exploded, no warning, just a tight curl of excitement running through me. I sounded like a goddamned bear with all the grunting I was doing but who gave a fuck. My orgasm and the force of it had caught me so off guard I’d let go of my dick when I erupted, throwing my hands out sideward to clench at the bedsheets beneath me.

  Shivering uncontrollably, succumbing to the euphoric feeling running rampant, I was barely aware of the heat that surrounded the crown of my cock and just when I thought I was spent, involuntary spasms had me spurting another load of cum into a velvety sleeve that didn’t feel too far from heaven. I didn’t even have the energy to watch Jake on his knees sucking me off - one of my favourite sights.

  Lost in the heady sensations, I barely registered Jake climbing up my body until the end of his dick nudged at my mouth and the whispered words of ‘open up’ filter through my brain. His legs were tucked at the sides of my ribcage, his feet over my thighs and his toes dug into my ball sac as his tongue lapped at my neck while he shifted into position. I kept my eyes shut as he fisted his hands in my hair, anchoring my head to the bed.

  Then Jake went to town, fucked my mouth like he owned it, while Sophie stood off to the side somewhere, soft gasps floating in the air around us. I spluttered and gagged as Jake’s hard cock jammed down my throat and he moaned with each thrust. I didn’t think anything could feel any better than it did right then.

  “Close...so fucking close...” he murmured while continuing a punishing rhythm. I sucked in as he drew out, his thighs tensing around my sides, hands gripped painfully in my hair. With a final hard thrust he pushed as far into my mouth as he could, almost suffocating me as he flooded my throat.

  Sophie was no longer paying attention to me or my dick when I opened my eyes, she was leaning o
ver the side of the bed, watching Jake, mesmerised. He tumbled off me, falling by my side with an ‘oomph’ then flinging his arm over his face as he calmed down. Slowly Sophie crawled up the bed and squeezed in between us.

  Not another word was spoken. My dick had gone soft and the thought of round two less appealing than earlier. The cold reality of what Jake and I did on occasion washed over me, and I realised it had to stop. This wasn’t a spur of the moment, drunk kind of thing, that two best mates fell into on occasion. We did this too often and it couldn’t continue. I loved him like nobody else, bar my dad and uncle, but I wasn’t in love with him. Fucking each other had become one of those hard habits to break but had an expiration date. He let me fuck him and take pleasure on occasion because it was ‘safe’, he could handle when I got rough, the same as I could him, except it was doing us no favours.

  I sighed when I resolved this was the last time. Jake and me to move on, we couldn’t do it if we were fucking around with each other. I loved him too much for this to end up turning into something it should never have been. I didn’t want to lose him.

  Hazel eyes came back at me as I drifted off, listening to soft puffs of air coming from Sophie’s lips next to my ear. The land of slumber carried me off and I fell into much needed sleep, dreaming of danger and tattooed fingers.

  Shaun

  People didn’t rattle me, situations didn’t rattle me but as we made our way home from the club, I was irrefutably rattled. Like a fucking gnarly snake, poised to lash out. It hadn’t been the first time someone had held a gun to my head, probably not the last either. I believed every word that had come from the guy’s mouth as he’d threatened me. I hadn’t mentioned it to the rest of the boys because I was still trying to unravel it in my head. The blonde bitch’s husband walking in mid-way threw me for an absolute loop and that was what was fucking with my head the most. I’d talk to Boomer about it another time, right now I just wanted to get shit faced and maybe laid. Very explicit thoughts involving Ayden were still running around my head, my dick needed some action, even if it wasn’t from him.

  As I climbed the stairs to the shithole of a flat Sophie and I shared, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to the only woman I knew who wouldn’t grumble about making a 2 a.m. house call so I could stick my dick in her. It was too easy.

  “You all right?” Boomer nudged.

  “Yeah, good. Just need some blow and some pussy.” Sniggering at me, he agreed.

  I’d run around the streets with Boomer for what seemed like a life time or two already, considered him my only friend, no matter the state he was in. He had a soft spot for Sophie, my sister, but there was no way he was going there, no way I’d entertain it. He was a junkie, plain and simple and as much as I loved the bloke he was nowhere near good enough for my baby sister. I wasn’t having her getting in with that crap. I ran drugs, same as Boomer. Difference was - he consumed his gear, I didn’t, his head was more messed up than mine. I trusted him, but not with Sophie.

  Getting settled inside, I slouched down on the couch, Shorty pulling out his baggie and weed, setting both on the table in front of me. “You taking a hit tonight, man?” His offer was another lame apology I didn’t want.

  “Grab the bong.” I motioned toward the kitchen, he knew where it was. Not two minutes later, the plastic bottle was set up and he was feeding weed into the foil top and lighting up, taking a healthy draw. He handed the lighter over and the bong then collapsed back on the chair as I took a toke that filled my lungs and settled my agitation. Chrissie had wandered in while I’d been sucking a lungful and made a beeline for me when she’d clocked where I was. She took the bong, placed it on the table, then settled over my lap, fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt. No hello or how you doing, just straight down to business.

  Perfect.

  I raised my eyebrows at her and palmed her arse roughly. “Here?”

  Looking around the room, I watched Boomer snort two fat lines of coke up his nose in quick succession from the coffee table then lie back on the floor as he chased his high. Shorty wasn’t paying much attention to anything except his phone. I shrugged, why the fuck not, the sofa was as good a place as any.

  I undid my belt buckle and swiftly unzipped my jeans, my stiff cock popping out my briefs when I tugged down the front of them. I shuffled around to pull out a condom from my pocket then wrapped my dick. It went nowhere near her snatch without one.

  Yanking Chrissie’s skirt up over her hips, I pulled her knickers to the side then leaned forward, nipping at her lips. “You climb that sweet cunt on up here and ride my dick ‘til you come. Then I’m gonna bend you over this couch and pound that arse ‘til you’re screaming my name.”

  She giggled, the sound making me cringe. I couldn’t get off when I fucked a woman’s pussy but give me an arse and I’d fucking come all night long. I didn’t want all night, just twenty minutes to lose myself and be done. Fuck whoever was watching.

  “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Gripp.” Sarcasm tainted her words, but she did as I said and raised upwards on her knees. When her wet pussy slid over my rock-hard cock, I gritted my teeth together and made a conscious effort to be in the moment.

  “Hurry the fuck up and come,” I sneered.

  Chrissie bent forward trying to kiss me. I was having none of it, evading and tucking my head into her neck where I bit her sharply in warning. I didn’t kiss her, not ever, didn’t even want to touch those fat tits of hers, just wanted to get off, and quick.

  Making all the right moves, I shifted my hips upwards with force, each plunge inside had her cunt tightening. I moved my hand to the front of her and played with that little bud women love so much until she was squealing like a banshee and wringing the life out of my erection. No sooner had she come, and I was lifting her off me, pushing her face first down into the couch.

  I scanned around the room as I tugged on my cock a few times. Boomer was still flat on the floor, strumming on his ever-present guitar. I was met with Shorty’s narrowed stare when I turned my head in his direction. He had his jeans wide open and his hands down his pants, his cock hard. I made sure not to look for too long but seeing another man’s erection made me harder.

  “You gonna let me tap that after, bro?” The word ‘bro’ grated on my nerves because it was the one thing he wasn’t. The guy made me fucking sick with his disregard for most things in life.

  Returning my attention back to Chrissie, who was now offering me her peachy arse, I grinned. Oh yeah, I was nailing that hard. Bending over her, my cock rubbed between her arse cheeks, smearing her creamy fluid over her hole. Best lube in the world.

  “You gonna suck Shorty’s cock while I fuck you, hmm?” I whispered, not sure she was up for it. Most of the time she was, and others, she didn’t share. I’d fucked her countless times while someone else drilled her other holes, and the experience was always fucking epic, my orgasm sharper. As much as I disliked Shorty, the thought of seeing his prick slide in and out of her mouth, fired my blood.

  “Sure,” she said, reaching her hand behind to grab at my thigh. “Just hurry the fuck up.”

  Shorty was out of his chair and in front of Chrissie with his pants around his ankles in no time at all. He wasn’t gentle when he shoved his cock in her mouth. Watching it, I couldn’t wait anymore, the sight of a dick driving my desire to get off, I was wound tight. I reared back and pulled Chrissie’s arse cheeks wide as I lined my dick up and eased in slowly. It was as gentle as she’d get. I was ready to fuck.

  The mingled moans from both Shorty and Chrissie grew louder and my little head took over, sliding in and out at an easy pace. It wasn’t enough, was never enough so I punched in and well and truly fucked her until my knees threatened to buckle underneath me. Ploughing as deep as I could, I slyly watched Shorty taking her mouth.

  He jerked away from Chrissie and soaked her face with his cum, bellowing obscenities, and gripping her hair in his tight fists. He stilled, then shoved back into her face, when
she struggled her hole almost strangled me, the sight of his cum drenched dick choking Chrissie tipped me over.

  Shooting my load, I filled the condom, as an empty high rolled over me and I collapsed over Chrissie’s back wondering what it would feel like to take Ayden the way I had her. I’d bet the fucker enjoyed a good, hard pounding. He looked like he could take it.

  I’d fucked a few men here and there, rent boys down back alleys mostly, the ones that knew how to keep their mouths shut. Nothing came close to the feeling of a man’s arse wringing my cock dry, all that hard muscle and stubble rubbing against me. I hated soft.

  I couldn’t come out as being gay, had to find hook-ups in secret, keep it bottled tight. I fucked women for appearances sake, tonight no different, it served a purpose. I’d sucked Boomer’s cock once years ago when we’d both been shit faced and could put it down to experimenting and being pissed, but I’d never wanted to go there again with him. He was my best mate, something like that between us would spoil our friendship. I’d never uttered a word about preferring men to women, as far as he knew, it was a one-time deal just because we were off our tits. But I certainly wasn’t bi. Women didn’t do anything for me except cover up my truth, I always had rough hands and stubbled faces in my head when I fucked a pussy, my porn stash were guys, a reason my phone was locked tighter than the crown jewels.

  This wasn’t me and I was so sick and tired of putting on a show and being someone I wasn’t. Things were going to change soon. I wanted to give Sophie a better life, live a life I wanted, not one that was forced upon me. One where I could fall in love with a man who wouldn’t be ashamed of me and not have to hide it. The club owner was right - Charlie’s days were numbered and if I didn’t want to go down with a sinking ship, I had to make moves to change things.