This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, Reluctant, Gay, BiSexual, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Sadistic, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size.
This was written by SEVERUSMAX and myself.
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Why do I keep doing this, Ward asked himself. He never planned to stay with Peter this long and continue what had been a college fling after graduation. He expected to find a girl, get married, and have kids together. In other words, he had counted on living the straight life at this stage, in every sense of the phrase. A homosexual relationship wasn't in his plans, and yet he couldn't resist Peter.
He looked out of the bathroom at his friend with benefits and felt torn. It was supposed to be platonic by now, yet whenever Peter wanted to fool around, Ward always ended up in bed with him. He promised himself more than once that it was finished, but he couldn't break it off. It was as if there was a spell on him, one which compelled him to stay involved with Peter.
Even now, with all of his torment and self-loathing, Ward's cock swelled at the sight of his friend's ass. It was smooth, tanned, and muscular, an athlete's butt, and it turned him on every time. It wasn't the main attraction, however. That honor belonged to Peter's cock, which was massive in both length and girth. When Peter fucked him with it, Ward felt his own dick harden with arousal. It was an addiction for him.
"Hey, handsome, are you going to stare at me or come back to bed?" Peter demanded, his lust evident in his voice.
"Peter, you know that this can't continue. We need to find some girls and move on with our lives. You know how homophobic a lot of people still are. Many guys are still killed over their love for each other! Besides, it doesn't help our careers and won't give us children," Ward argued.
"Yes, but it is becoming more acceptable every day. Just look at the number of states making it legal for gays and lesbians to marry each other," Peter pointed out, while stroking himself in anticipation.
"But, we're bi, aren't we?" Ward insisted.
"We have had girlfriends in the past. So, why are you fighting our feelings for each other?" Peter asked with some frustration, thinking to himself that his last "dates" were a mere sham intended to fool everyone.
He hadn't really pursued women since his freshman year, when he met Ward. He discovered increasingly that he didn't want girls, just his best friend. Truth be told, he was actually gay, not bi. He suspected the same about Ward, given the lack of women in his life the past few years. It wasn't that Ward was unattractive; women threw themselves at him all the time. He just tended to miss or ignore the signals, as if he didn't care or notice at all. The reason was obvious to Peter, but Ward still seemed to be in denial, which wasn't just a river in Egypt, after all.
"Because, even so, people will just assume that we are closet gays, or tell us to 'pick a team'. People just don't get bisexuality the way they do homosexuality," Ward replied.
Peter rolled his eyes at that remark, thinking that people would be correct in THAT assumption. While he knew that some people really were bisexual, he was convinced that this was no more the case with Ward than with himself. Otherwise, Peter assumed, Ward would have had a girlfriend far more recently than he had, or at least a straight fling or two.
"So, what do we do? We can't live out our lives in frustration, seeing each other, but unable to have have what we want!" Peter objected.
"Why not? That's the only way to avoid exposure. Now, I have a date with Selene. You remember her, from college?" Ward changed the subject. He wasn't too thrilled with Peter's growing impatience. He had no plans to "come out" to anyone!
"Yeah, I can remember her well. She's gorgeous! Friendly too," Peter commented. It was somewhat true, in that he aesthetically appreciated Selene's beauty, but had no sexual interest in her.
Ward started to get dressed for his date. Peter, still in bed, looked intently and lustfully at Ward's ass while he put on his boxers. He hated tight-whities.
"Do you know much your ass turns me on, babe?" Peter suggested, clearly hinting that he wanted another round with Ward.
"Come on, Peter, go back to your own room, even if you only use it to store your clothes!" Ward urged him, becoming more exasperated with his "friend".
It was true that Peter basically camped out in Ward's room, except when he dealt with his laundry. It was more a spare room than a personal bedroom in style. This was nice when Ward wanted a quick romp, but sometimes he wondered why he didn't get more upset over the lack of privacy and space. It was theoretically an imposition, but he couldn't bring himself to kick Peter out of his bed.
"Hey, it never bothered you before. So, exactly what time is your hot date?" Peter dismissed Ward's demand. He thought of the room as largely theirs, not just Ward's, anyway.
"Don't you think that it's strange that you don't use your own room? Anyway, in about 3 hours, as the clock says it's 4," Ward answered.
"Okay, so the clock talks to you now? Are you alright in the head, babe? Anyway, that gives me enough time to fuck your ass again!" Peter leered at Ward. He walked over and pulled down the boxers that Ward just put on.
"Haven't you gotten enough of my ass yet?!" Ward reacted with some mild impatience. This delayed his primping session for the date. Peter sometimes suspected that Ward primped just as an excuse to admire himself in the mirror. He was a bit vain at times, but Peter found that an endearing vice.
"Babe, I will never get enough of your ass, or your mouth, for that matter. Now, come back to bed, before I have to drag you over here," Peter commanded.
He then stood up and rubbed his hard cock against Ward's ass.
"You know you want more, don't ya, babe?" he whispered seductively.
"Okay, this once, but no more tonight, and you have to lick it clean," Ward tried to set terms, basically in a vain attempt to dissuade Peter.
"Since when has that ever been a problem for me? You know that my second favorite thing about fucking your ass is licking it afterward!" Peter became more explicit in his suggestions.
Ward blushed because the dirty talk between them kept getting more intense. Peter, as usual, instigated it. Ward always felt shyer about that kind of talk, but would generally follow Peter's lead.
"That's why I don't make you wear a rubber."
