Author's Note: This story has been rewritten.
Tom had just finished cooking dinner when he heard the front door open. He grabbed a beer can from the fridge and walked into the living room. Hunter spread his big legs on the sofa and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He had a slightly tense expression, which meant he had a stressful day at work.
"Thanks," said Hunter in a deep tone, grabbing the beer can and taking a large sip.
"How was your day?" asked Tom, turning on Hunter's favorite sports channel and sitting down on the floor.
"Not too bad. Just a lot of work," said Hunter casually, staring at the flat screen.
Tom quickly removed Hunter's dress shoes and black socks, and started rubbing his feet. He felt the familiar sweaty, manly steam emanate from Hunter's big soles, and his partner released a deep breath of relaxation.
That was a common ritual in their relationship. Tom always came home from work and cooked dinner, and an hour later Hunter arrived. He brought him a beer and gave him a foot massage, and if Hunter was in the mood, he would also receive a blowjob. It all started with dominant gestures, choking and rough sex, and it slowly turned into casual, daily domination.
"Good news for Evan, though. He got a promotion," said Hunter while crossing his legs on the coffee table for easier access.
"Really? Good for him. I'll congratulate him later," replied Tom while using his knuckles to massage the tired soles, and then sliding his fingers between the toes.
Tom and Evan had been friends since high school. Evan worked for the same company where Hunter was the manager. At first, he felt slightly jealous of Hunter being in the same building as Evan every day, but he learned to accept it. There were good-looking guys everywhere, anyway, and Hunter happened to be a big, muscular hunk who attracted people everywhere he went.
"Would you like a blowjob?" asked Tom, feeling surprisingly horny. After a while, his hands hurt.
Hunter didn't move his eyes from the TV screen.
"Sure, buddy. Do your duty," he said while scratching his beard.
Tom kneeled between his thick thighs and reached for his belt. Hunter's fat cock flopped out of his musky underwear and his large, low-hanging nuts rested on the couch.
Tom sucked on his soft shaft eagerly, tasting the cock sweat he was acquainted with. Hunter's natural scent was quite masculine, and he preferred it that way, savoring the intimacy inside his underwear. He massaged the soft meat with his mouth, patiently waiting for it to grow.
When it finally happened, he started to choke a little. Hunter's size stretched his jaw and throat easily. He felt a hand on his head and suddenly he was being throatfucked. Hunter kept watching the flat screen as he banged Tom's throat, releasing low, rumbling sounds as Tom gagged on his hard prick.
Tom's dick was rock-hard inside his pants. He enjoyed being used. He wanted to be fucked hard right there. He had an infinite appetite for Hunter's sex.
"Use me," confessed Tom.
"Yeah? You want me to use you?" provoked Hunter, with a lewd smirk.
"Yes, please break me," begged Tom.
"Do you even know what that means?" asked Hunter while slapping Tom's face with his cock.
Tom sucked on the heavy balls and moaned something.
"Careful what you wish for," whispered Hunter.
Tom didn't know exactly what he wanted. But saying those things always turned him on. Asking Hunter to use and abuse him always set a fire in his chest. He wanted Hunter to know that he was completely devoted to him - desperate to serve and give him more pleasure.
"I'd do anything for you," said Tom as he sucked Hunter's balls.
"Yeah? Anything to give me pleasure?" asked Hunter.
"Yes, please, whatever you want," replied Tom.
"Whatever I want?" Hunter placed his fingers on his chin playfully and thought to himself. "What if I fuck another guy?" he provoked.
"Fuck..." Tom felt his dick. The idea scared him, but he went along. "Anything you want, sir..."
"Anything I want? Careful, Tommy..." provoked Hunter. He grabbed Tom's head with both hands and pounded his mouth nonstop.
Later that night, while Hunter took a steaming shower, Tom grabbed his phone and called Evan. A handsome blond's photo appeared on the screen.
"Hello?" said a warm voice.
"Hey, congratulations on the promotion!" said Tom playfully.
"Oh, thank you!" Evan laughed on the other end.
"You deserve it, Evan. Should we celebrate?"
"Well, I'm coming to your place tomorrow!"
"What?" asked Tom.
"Hunter didn't tell you? Well, since he's our manager, we'll be working closely from now on, and he asked if I could come and help him with the next project."
"Oh... really? Okay, that makes sense, I guess," said Tom slowly.
"Is that okay, Tom? Am I crossing a boundary?"
Tom took two seconds to answer. Somehow that revelation made his heart beat faster. Evan in their apartment, working with dominant Hunter? He felt a slight tingle of jealousy, but a hot one. What was happening to him?
"That's fine, don't worry," said Tom. "So you're showing up tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow evening. Hunter said he likes to work in his home office," replied Evan, sounding slightly confused.
"He does. He usually takes care of projects during the weekend, once in a while. It's more comfortable here," explained Tom.
"Yes, he told me that. Are you really okay with that?"
"Don't worry, Evan. Feel free to use our apartment as you wish," replied Tom eagerly. "And my boyfriend," he added playfully.
Evan chuckled nervously on the other side.
"I'm glad you're open-minded," said Evan.
"Yes... oh, and prepare to be bossed around. You know Hunter."
"I can't wait," Evan chuckled.
"Okay! See you tomorrow, bye!"
"See you soon, bye."
Tom stared at the ceiling. He could feel his heavy heartbeats. Maybe he was imagining things...
The next day, Tom left the apartment alone for an evening workout at the gym. He always spent two hours exercising and Hunter would sometimes join him. He was slightly toned and smaller than Hunter, and he intended to stay that way. Hunter enjoyed his fat butt and natural torso, so he mostly focused on maintaining those proportions.
He thought of Hunter and Evan alone in the home office. At that point, Evan had probably arrived. He imagined the two sitting close to each other, becoming more and more friendly every minute.
He tried to concentrate on his workout and forgot about things for an hour. The loud music influenced his mood and he suddenly felt energized. He looked at his sweaty body in the mirror and became horny, desiring Hunter, wanting to be fucked. He left the gym an hour earlier.
As soon as he entered the apartment, he noticed an energy in the air. He walked through the corridor and saw that the office was lit but empty. Papers and a laptop were left on the desk. Suddenly he heard a muffled sound - a wet, dirty noise, and he slowly walked toward the bedroom.
The door was closed, but there was a warm light coming from the crack. He stood in front of the door panel, leaning his head, and the sound became more clear. It was definitely the sound of dirty cock sucking, and the moans and grunts coming from two different throats painted the image of what was happening: Evan was deepthroating Hunter's cock. Their sounds of pleasure were painfully recognizable, especially when Hunter released a loud, throaty sound of satisfaction.
Tom felt his entire body burn. The shock electrified his body and he couldn't move. He stood there, pressing his ear against the door and hearing every detail. Clear images assaulted his head: he could see Evan kneeling between Hunter's thighs, eagerly sucking on his partner's hard prick and creating lewd suction noises. Hunter had a satisfied smirk on his face as his member was being serviced.
"Fuck yeah, swallow that cock," said Hunter.
Evan moaned and choked in response. The slurping noise became faster and more aggressive. Evan was moving his mouth around Hunter's shaft almost like a fuck machine, slurping and sucking louder and louder. The sound was vulgar and unhinged, but Hunter answered with deep grunts.
Tom's chest burned and his face was in flames. Slowly his mind realized what was happening, and he felt a need to stop listening and walk away, but something deeper held him in place.
The sucking turned into mouth fucking. He heard the sound of Hunter's big balls slap against his friend's chin, as his partner started to ravage Evan's mouth, breathing heavily and making Evan moan loudly.
The sound of the passionate throat fucking echoed in Tom's brain and shattered his ego slowly. At that moment he realized he wasn't special. He admitted the unspoken truth: Hunter could have anybody he wanted. Hunter never needed him, and yet he fell for him for so many years and served him eagerly, committing to that man like a good housewife. Cooking for him, cleaning after him, ironing his clothes, massaging his feet every single day.
"I wanna fuck you real hard until he hears us," said Hunter.
Evan groaned and Tom could hear a few rough movements. Tom heard them lie on the bed, and a dumb moan came out of Evan's mouth.
"Fuck, you're so big."
"Sit on it, babe. Sit down on that big cock."
It didn't take long until Tom started hearing the pounding. The images assaulted his head and he couldn't control them anymore. He saw Hunter lying on the bed, his legs spread and his hands around Evan's waist. Evan squatted on him, taking every inch of Hunter's immense prick. Hunter grabbed Evan's waist hard and ravaged his hole, making his fat balls clap against Evan's toned ass cheeks.
The noise was loud and vulgar: a crystal-clear soundscape of betrayal. The bed was squeaking with every intense thrust. The headboard was smashed against the wall. Their bodies clapped louder and louder, creating the most vulgar thunders. They wanted Tom to hear it. They wanted him to find out.
Tom finally looked down and saw a throbbing tent. He hadn't noticed his erection. The sight and the sensation shocked him. Something broke inside him. As the sounds of sex intensified and became faster, his dick throbbed more and more.