The following story is highly dramatized, all characters are 18+
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"Hear me out, ok--What if they do, in fact, give us candy?" Adam broke his silence, finally looking up from his tormentor's feet. Vinnie held up a finger, collecting his thoughts, but distracted by his phone.
"Dude. How. Many. Fuckin'. Times--Do I gotta tell you? No one's gonna give us any fuckin' candy--ok?" Vinnie retorted, spittng at him, that perhaps being one of the more frequent interactions of their friendship, well--"friendship". "C'mon man, trust me. It's gonna be great." he reassured him, playfully slapping his cheek. Though comforting, his tone was dismissive and ridden with artifice. "Now do my right thigh--no, MY right, not your right!" he groaned again at Adam's glacial-pace wrapping and threw another toilet paper role in his face. Adam reluctantly obliged. But that was the beauty of being friends with Vincent Moran; never a dull moment with his flip-flopping moods. But for Adam and Kyle, the perks were worth the pain--Adam especially. Vinnie's social cache was worth all the turmoil, and knowing how they met, Adam was well aware he needed to be on his good side.
Still, if being berated by his half-naked friend wasn't humiliating enough for Adam, kneeling at Vinnie's heels and wrapping him in toilet paper sealed the deal for sure. His eyesight was exactly at his bulge level--an ironic representation of their dynamic. Though there was no apparent hierarchy in their friend group from the outside, Vinnie, in way, set himself out as unofficial leader. It was an unspoken rule. But it presently also made Adam's disposition all the better for him, Vinnie sitting in the gaming chair, one leg over the armrest--not so subtly flaunting his package in Adam's face. You could say he was a true pharaoh in a way, showing off on his throne. He even had a slave at his feet tending to his body, delicately wrapping every inch. Vinnie's choice of costume suddenly felt all the more poetic.
Adam was, however, conflicted. Ever since he first laid eyes on Vinnie in freshman year of college, he wanted nothing more than to ride him dry. But he'd later come to regret this yearning following a rather fateful threesome. Both having expressed the desire to spice up their sex life, Adam's at-the-time girlfriend flipped the script on him and talked up Vinnie at a party, who gladly agreed to the threesome. What she didn't realize was although she set Adam up, it was not because he wanted to be serviced by two girls, instead it was because having sex with Vinnie was the ultimate dream come true, and she was always in the way, generally speaking. But than night she proved to be the ultimate cock-block. His predicament was unfortunately uncovered when she dared him to suck Vinnie's dick. Realizing it was once in a lifetime opportunity he went all in, essentially confirming her suspicion. But what ensued would be the best buttfucking Adam ever experienced, but also insane leverage for Vinnie, as they secretly filmed the whole thing behind Adam's back. The incident marked the beginning of a rather strange relationship. Vinnie took him under his wing, but always kept him on edge--he loved the power trip. So you can imagine the difficulty of being a closeted bisexual under constant threat, but on top of that now fondling his friend's body, his dick mere inches from Adam's face. To be fair, Vinnie was friendly most of the time, so he couldn't be certain he would ever betray him, but putting himself on full display for Adam? Something was going on, but whatever it was, Adam secretly enjoyed it.
Tonight however, per their previous endeavours, he would have to settle for drunk bimbos in slutty bunny outfits. At least that was the plan. Halloween was the easiest day of the year to get some pussy, and the Vinnie had strange ambitions for the group. Tonight would mark the ultimate test of strengths, but also a bonding ritual for the boys--they planned to go trick or treating, but were interested in a different kind of sugar, no one would give college kids candy after all...
"Look Adam, if you're already a fag, why couldn't you at least blow me first?" a husky voice taunted out of nowhere.
Both the boys' heads darted to see Kyle now standing in the bedroom doorway, fresh out the shower, towel 'round his waist, with a shit-eating-grin, Adam greeting him with an eye roll, Vinnie with a chuckle. Kyle plopped to his bed, mimicking a facefuck, gripping the imaginary head with exaggerated moaning and crossing his eyes in pretend-ecstacy, much to Adam's dismay.
"Wish he would." Vinnie slyly answered, chuckling under his breath.
Then completely unprovoked, he pulled Adam's hair and buried his face in his Calvin-Klein-clad crotch. Sure, Adam was the designated punching bag, but even Kyle thought that was too far, but could only conceal his shock with laughter. Meanwhile Adam was desperately kicking and bucking, grunting into Vinnie's bulge, which only further invited Vinnie to wrap his legs around his neck. Adam tried to resist, gripping his paper-bound thighs, but to no avail. Vinnie knew what he was doing--pushing him over the edge, testing his limits. But this was just the beginning. The more his musky aroma hit Adam, the more grateful he ended up being for the ambush. But to his horror, he felt a stirring in his crotch. There was no going back. Vinnie then kicked him off himself onto the bedroom carpet, but without the playful charm this time. Kyle's added cat-call whistle certainly didn't help his embarassment either. The two of them were looking down on Adam, as he was less than them, and Vinnie knew he had to do something about it. Adam propped himself awkwardly on his knees, hunching to conceal his boner--his mind racing back and forth between humiliation and arousal.
"What's with the TP?" Kyle asked, his laughter waning down.
"What does it look like? I'm going as a mummy, genius." Vinnie snapped back, now wrapped in paper up to his thighs.
"And we're really doing this trick-or-treating thing, huh?" Kyle asked with suspicion.
"For the last time--yes."
"And toilet paper's gonna get you laid?"
"...Yes." Vinnie replied after a brief pause.
"You fuckin' idiot. By the time you take it off, the poor chick'll go into menopause." he brushed him off, exchanging acknowledging glances with Adam, both laughing. Kyle definitely wasn't as bad as Vinnie, so little moments like these helped put Adam at ease.
While he was certainly of better build, he didn't have the same rugged-inked feel that made Vinnie so attractive to Adam. In fact, he was your ultimate air-head blonde jock who had about 3 braincells at his disposal, all located in his cock. That's all he thought about. Although he wasn't the brightest, he definitely had a heart of gold, only if it weren't for Vinnie's influence from time to time. But seeing him like that, lounging almost naked on his bed, his towel sitting loose, made Adam realize he wouldn't be too opposed to the two studs spit-roasting him. But the last thing he now needed was for his hard-on to be even harder.
"Fuck you, man"--Vinnie rolled his eyes--"Like yours is better--Oh wait, you don't have a fuckin' costume." he clapped back sarcastically.
"Sure I do." as he got up his towel promptly slid away, but got caught on what must have been at least 8 inches of clean-shaven cut cock. His mast never failed to suprise the boys, even though they had seen him naked multiple times while showering. And worst part was--he was a grower. May God have mercy on the girls that end up with him tonight.
"...A towel holder?" Adam snickered, but in reality holding back drool. Who cares if blonde beach boys weren't his thing, a dick is a dick. But he had to compose himself, yet again.
"But watch this!" Kyle threw the towel in Vinnie's face, and he swiftly tossed it to Adam, in disgust. He was slowly catching on to Vinnie's charades, all the teasing was a calculated attack. Even though he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the towel, among other things, he had to play it cool--not let his guard down. A smug wink from Vinnie sealed the deal, he knew he had to be careful.
Kyle walked over to his closet, dick bobbing around, smacking against his thighs, and started rummaging through the various blankets on the shelves. Looks like being 6'3 wasn't enough to reach, as he was on his tiptoes stretching with all his might to grab the bedding on top of the closet. Though he was shuffling stuff in frustration, the boys enjoyed the show from the back. Or at least Adam did. Seeing his muscular glutes shake with each stretch did things to Adam, his boner now at the point of no return. Vinnie steadily observed his uneasy, knowing his cocksucker friend liked what he was seeing. Then he thought of an idea.
"Aren't the sheets at the bottom or something?" Vinnie chimed in with the widest devilish grin--a very insincere sounding attempt to actually be helpful. "Watch this." he snarkily mouthed at Adam, excited for what was about to happen.
Like reflex, Kyle dropped to his knees and dug his head into the closet--back arched, flashing his perfect pink hole. The heatwave that overcame Adam's body made him dizzy, and Vinnie saw it too. He agressively bucked his hips, enjoying Adam's misery. He wasn't sure whether tonight would end up being the best or worst night of his life. But one thing was certain, Vinnie and Kyle were in on it, but he had to play it cool, and most importantly play along, cause Vinnie wanted one thing, to provoke him--break him, but he couldn't let him get away with it. He decided, for tonight, he would be one of the boys, but as long as Kyle's boy hole was winking at him, his dick would have a mind of its own. A strange thing, straight men--their nudity didn't faze them, but had someone walked in on them, they'd have probably thought they were imposing on an elaborate porn shoot. Or maybe that was just Adam's lust-drunk mind.
"Fuck yeah! There it is." Kyle stood to his feet, showing off a plain linen sheet--the audience, however, not impressed. "Ok, wait a sec--" he draped the fabric over his shoulder, now rumagging through his work desk. Vinnie got back to his phone out of boredom, but Adam was very much distracted by Kyle's package bulging through the sheet. "There you are, fucker!" Kyle declared victorious, holding up a circular brooch. He proceeded to fasten the ends of the sheet over his other shoulder, and before the two boys suddenly stood Adonis himself. The makeshift toga was rather convincing, but it wasn't so much the costume as was his impeccable physique and locks. A true greek god, chiseled out of stone.
