This is a sequel. So do make sure to read the first part before. But you can also read this as a standalone.
The cool evening air caressed Raphael's flushed skin as he made his way home from the park with a smirk on his lips. In his arms a basketball, which he had brought out to the park that evening. The sexual high from his tryst with Michael at the park lingered, yet he felt both sated and hungry for more. The encounter had been a thrilling departure from his usual guarded demeanor.
It is still unbelievable to him that he did what he did with a stranger at the park when sunlight still hung on the sky. He wasn't planning on hooking up. It's just that when he saw the stranger take off his pants behind the shrubs all sense of normalcy went out of the window. Lust poured into him, warmth spreading from his hardening cock. His legs moved forward before he could process his thoughts guided by the desire to ambush the aroused nudist with his presence.
He didn't know he was going to do it, but he did it anyway and he liked it, though the little part in him that screams fear keeps bugging him. Though it is overshadowed by sexual fulfillment. The thought of the feral encounter alone is making his cock hard. He ascended the steps to his apartment, hoodie pulled down to cover his growing member tenting his pants. The door creaked open, and he called out, "Ilango, you home?" His voice echoed in the empty space. No response from his lifelong friend and roommate.
Walking in and locking the door behind him he called out for Ilango again, this time the only response was the faint sound of moaning filtering through the walls. A knowing grin spread across Raphael's face. Ilango was apparently otherwise engaged. The moans grew louder as Raphael approached Ilango's room, a sort of tortured whimper only an edging man could make. He tapped his knuckles against the door, but there was no halt in the rhythmic sounds coming from within. His smile widened.
With a mixture of curiosity and mischief, Raphael turned the knob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him was one that he expected and had hoped for. Ilango was sprawled on his gamer chair, body moving in uninhibited pleasure. His eyes were tightly shut, headphones securely in place, and his tongue rolled out of his mouth as he worked a fleshlight on his hard, glistening cock with a furious intensity.
Raphael leaned against the doorframe, his eyes taking in the spectacle. Ilango's naked body shining from droplets of sweat and oil, his muscles flexing with each movement. He was fit, though not the type with defined abs, he was more of a chest guy, with well defined pecs with a light shade of hair and strong hairy thighs. The sight erotic, and Raphael felt his cock now fully hard, aching to be touched while his oblivious friend continued to thrust away into his fleshlight that he held with both hands.
He cleared his throat, as loudly as he can, announcing his presence. Ilango's eyes snapped open, surprise and embarrassment warring on his face as he fumbled to extract himself from the fleshlight's grip which only made his eyes roll up as his hard cock slipped out.
"You like your holes tight huh?" Raphael chuckled.
"Didn't mean to interrupt," he added. "Just wanted to let you know I'm back."
Caught in the act, Ilango's initial instinct was to scramble to his feet, reach for his discarded shorts that lay further away, near his bed, a futile attempt at salvaging his dignity. His hand half covering his dark uncut cock that refused to shrink, leaving trails of precum on his stomach. But Raphael, with a mischievous glint in his eye, placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder, pressing him back into the chair. "C'mon, dude, we've done this many times before," he was playful, adjusting his own cock, his gaze unflinching.
Though he had seen Ilango naked so many times, it was hot seeing that cock hard and those hips thrusting. Raphael noticed his cowlicked messy hair, his o'clock shadow showing on his sharp jawline, the familiar pinkish brown lips inhaling and exhaling, his nerves still a wreck. He stepped closed closer to his friend, his hand reaching for his face, the scruff of his chin on his fingers. Ilango's embarrassment melted into a reluctant smile, his hand still covering his cock, he looked up.
They've shared many intimate moments before, but not in a very long time and not like this. Everything they've had has been soft, gentle and often guided by amateur naivety. They were each other's first time. And there is always comfort in that.
Ilango's softened gaze sharpened, a new wave of shock and embarrassment hitting him. His eyes darted to the monitor, where the digital display of his sexual aid was playing rapidly, in full screen. He leapt to close the tab before Raphael noticed but it was too late. Raphael slapped his hand away and sat on top of his naked lap, pulling his arms around him, in a lock.
"Oooh your gooner stash," Raphael chuckled, struggling to hold the man under him.
"Fuck you Isra," he fought but gave in and dropped his head into Rapheal's back, hiding his embarrassment, a tired laugh escaping his lips.
The screen displayed a scene of domination and submission, a dynamic that Raphael never knew Ilango enjoyed. They have always been vanilla when they were together. So this was new. A larger man, adorned with a collar and leash, was vigorously fucking a smaller man who was clad only in red pantyhose, his hand gripping the leash as he pulled his partner closer with each thrust. The smaller man's face was masked in ecstasy, his eyes rolled back and lips wet with drool, his hard dick bouncing up and down with each thrust, a sight that sent a fresh wave of heat to Ilango's cheeks and an evil grin on Raphael's face.
He leaned in closer, his own arousal growing as he took in the scene on the screen. "So are you the puppy in the leash or are you the faggot in the panties?" he teased, his voice low and sultry. Ilango squirmed under Raphael's gaze, "Fuck you dude, fuck you!"
His cock was still hard under him, Raphael could feel it as he was pushed off.
