Hunter and George

Hunter stepped into a bar called "Brandy's." He went there on a weekly basis to meet with his friend George to discuss the happenings of the work week. George was sitting at the corner of the bar and waved to Hunter. Hunter smirked as he sat down next to his friend. "Looks like you are already three ahead of me," Hunter said, "I'll have to catch up quickly."

"Yeah," George said, "It's been rough this week."

"How so?" Hunter asked.

"Mandy has been really on my case lately," George explained, "She hasn't been taking her medication, so she has been a lot more confrontational than usual."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Hunter said.

"I might need to crash at your place for a few days," George said, "If that would be cool."

"Absolutely," Hunter said, "You're always welcome."

The two friends sat there and began to down their preferred beer of choice. Hunter finished off two glasses in a quick gulp to try and keep pace with how far ahead George was. As he sat there, George continued to ramble on about how difficult Mandy had been lately. Hunter was only partially listening. How found his eyes continuously wandering to George's slender body. Hunter never used to think of other men in a sexual way before, but something about George seemed to hypnotize him. His eyes would study George's thin frame, and the smooth slenderness of George's arms. It's almost like they were calling Hunter to pin them down and make a conquest.

George excused himself for a moment to go to the restroom. Hunter's eyes followed George as he walked away, admiring the perky roundness of George's ass. George felt Hunter's gaze as he was walking away. The way Hunter looked at him made George feel odd at times. He got the sense that there was some hidden aggression behind Hunter's eyes. It seemed to make him feel nervous, and yet, somehow good.

Upon returning from the restroom, George sat back down next to Hunter. "Thank you again for letting me stay with you," George said, "You really are my best friend."

"You're mine too," Hunter said. He seemed to feel a strange sense of love and hatred for his friend. Hunter did think of George as his best friend, but a part of him seemed to long for something more. Something out of reach. It was this barrier that kept him from what he desired most and made him hate George on a different level.

After they had finished drinking at the bar, they drove in their respective cars to Hunter's place. Upon going inside, George started to make up the couch in Hunter's living room to sleep on. Hunter would talk to George a bit, eyeing him lustily as the couch was made ready for sleeping.

Hunter felt himself becoming hard in his pants. He cursed at himself as George walked over to him. George's eye caught a glance of the bulge in Hunter's pants but quickly darted them away. George told himself that he must be mistaken as Hunter would never be aroused by him.

"I'm going to go take a shower," George said, "I really need one."

"Okay," Hunter replied. Images flashed in Hunter's mind of George's naked and silky body in the shower. It made the bulge strain harder against his pants.

George went into the bathroom and began to remove his clothing. As each layer fell away, his bare tight body had revealed itself to the air. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, feeling the warm liquid cascade down his form.

Hunter felt himself becoming aroused beyond all control. He began to walk past the bathroom door into his room but couldn't help but freeze in front of it. He turned the nob as slowly and gently is possible, nudging the door open silently.

George continued to wash his body, oblivious to the presence of Hunter on the other side of the curtain.

Hunter felt entranced watching the delicate silhouette of George in the shower. It was like beholding a river nymph. He felt he could restrain himself no more. Hunter undressed, exposing his muscled and naked body to the steamy air of the bathroom. He stepped closer to the shower and pulled back the curtain.

George looked at him. George started to ask what Hunter was doing, but he stopped as his eyes caught sight of Hunter's throbbing erection.

Before George could say anything else, Hunter put his hand around George's neck and pulled him in, aggressively kissing George's lips, his tongue penetrating George's mouth.

George's eyes widened as the shock of the situation overwhelmed him. It all felt so weird to him, and yet, after all of Mandy's endless verbal abuse, a part of him couldn't help but enjoy feeling desired.

Hunter broke the kiss and stepped into the shower. He gripped George's hair and tilted his head back. This allowed Hunter to start planting kisses down the side of George's neck. Hunter traced his tongue back up George's neck and slithered it into George's ear. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" Hunter asked, "I've never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you."

George's breathing grew heavier. "I didn't do anything to you," he replied to Hunter.

Using George's hair, Hunter pulled him down to his knees. George's face was mere inches from Hunter's solid manhood. "Look at how hard my cock is," Hunter said, "You did that to me."

George blushed as Hunter slapped his hardened cock against George's face. "You better open that mouth and do something about it," Hunter said.

George barely parted his lips as Hunter pushed his rod inside, filling up George's mouth with his length. He pumped his cock aggressively into George's face, causing his balls to slap against George's chin. George enjoyed the feeling of Hunter's cock pulsing against his tongue as it went in and out.

George started to suck actively on Hunter now, swirling his tongue around it. Hunter stopped thrusting and George began to bob his head up and down on Hunter's member, his hand stroking Hunter's shaft fervently in between each push into his mouth.

Hunter moaned as George squeezed his ass, pushing Hunter's cock into his throat. He gagged on it slightly as his tongue inched out and explored Hunter's balls.

"God dammit," Hunter said, "You are better than any woman I've ever had." He pulled George off of his cock. "I want you to stand up and turn around," Hunter ordered.

George complied, placing his hands against the wall of the bathroom and arching his back, showing off his peachy ass to Hunter.

Hunter traced his middle finger up and down in between George's ass cheeks before pushing it inside of him. He twisted it around inside George, causing George's own cock to become very hard.

Hunter grinded his cock in between George's ass cheeks. He then thrusted it inside, sending a shockwave up George's body. Hunter felt George's tight ass hole milking his cock and couldn't hold back his moans. He began to pound George's ass firmly, causing George's own rod to flop around. George's mouth hung open as he felt the walls of his asshole stretch from Hunter's thick manhood. He felt his ass spasming against Hunter's cock as George began to shoot a load of his own cum onto the shower wall. Hunter grunted as he felt himself release his own load inside George's ass. George felt the hot semen fill him up and seep out of him.

George decided to separate from Mandy after that night and become "roommates" with his friend Hunter.