The Trainer Neighbor
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PART 11
The awkwardness between Anthony and Sam continued to grow, filling the shared apartment with a confused tension. Anthony still had no clue what had caused the distance, and didn’t know how to ask. Would that be weird? He had never had a guy friend that he was this close with as an adult, and he didn’t know if this up-and-down was normal for a friend relationship. His head was spinning. He couldn’t help but blame himself, though — he must be acting weird ever since his handjob from Brian. He was consumed with guilt over it, and wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just tell Sam about it.
It didn’t help that Brian was texting Anthony more and more lately. His scene with Anthony had been a huge hit, and as a result Brian had shifted his OnlyFans to almost exclusively feature real straight men who needed a hand — or sometimes more — getting off. Brian had texted a few screenshots to Anthony of his newer videos, which felt a little weird to Anthony, but the texts were always followed by a Venmo notification, just $50 or sometimes a hundred dollars each, with a cheeky note from Brian that it was a tip for “inspiring” this new category of work. The money was a huge help, so he didn’t ask Brian to stop sending him the screenshots, even though he didn’t really want all these images in his phone — faceless dudes with boners on the massage table, Brian’s hands wrapped around these random mens’ cocks, occasionally even deepthroating them.
But what stressed Anthony out most was when Brian would ask him to come back over. At first, Brian would just hint at it (“let me know when you want round 2!
”) but as time went on the offers got more explicit, with predictions of how much they could make, including screenshots of the income from other videos he had filmed as proof. The numbers for some videos made Anthony’s head swim — he thought of all dollar amounts now in terms of divorce lawyer hourly fees, and the amount Brian was raking in from a successful video could cover at least a week of Anthony’s lawyer’s rate. So, after having a few beers on Sam’s couch, staring down another sad, lonely, horny night by himself, Anthony pulled out his phone and texted Brian.
“So what would be my cut?” he asked.
“Hey stranger. I usually do 70% me, 30% the guy, just like we split last time”
“Seems a bit low…” Anthony replied
“Well, I am doing most of the work! ;P” Brian wrote back.
“It’s riskier for me tho. Got more to lose if it gets out”
“That’s fair,” Brian replied. “Would u come back for 60/40?”
“Hmm…” Anthony wrote back, feeling slightly out of body. Would he go back? He wasn’t sure, but found his fingers already typing, “When?”
The reply came near instantly: “free now if u are”
Anthony finished his beer and laughed to himself. Was he going to do it again? He still felt like he wasn’t sure, even as he was lacing up his sneakers and stepping out of the apartment. Even at Brian’s doorstep, he wasn’t committed in his head, or at least was telling himself he wasn’t committed. He knocked, feeling his knees start to tremble. Why was he so nervous?
Brian opened the door, wearing a pair of tight gym shorts that framed his enormous bulge, and an old, ratty T-shirt. “Hey,” he said, his smile crinkling his eyes, as he ushered Anthony in. Inside, Anthony was surprised to find no massage table set up. Instead, a sheet was hung in the doorway that connected the living room and the hallway, with a hole cut out in the middle of it. Anthony stopped in his tracks, staring at it.
“So, don’t freak out, but I had a different idea,” Brian said, laying a heavy hand on Anthony’s shoulder and gently kneading it. The pressure felt reassuring. “You see, the thing is, I’ve found my fans don’t really respond well if all I do with a massage is jerk the guy off. They like to see a little… more happen on the table.”
Anthony gulped. “Like…?”
“Like, would you let me fuck you?” Brian said, straight-faced.
Anthony’s face must have turned several shades of red, and Brian burst out laughing.
“Exactly what I thought. So, you know, if that can’t happen, then I’m not sure a video where I just get you off again is going to be very lucrative for either of us. But one thing my fans love is to see me suck off a straight guy, using this.” Brian gestured at the sheet with the hole in it.
Anthony laughed, a short, loud bark that echoed in the room. “C’mon, man, I don’t know about this one.”
Brian didn’t even say anything, he just raised an eyebrow and looked at Anthony with a mischievous look. Anthony stretched his arms out wide and glanced over at the front door, considering leaving. He wasn’t going to let this guy suck him off, was he? But even as that thought entered his mind, he could feel his dick swelling in his underwear. He was fucking horny, and he was broke, so he found himself nodding wordlessly at Brian, his face flushed.
Without saying anything, Brian started setting up the cameras, one on his side of the gloryhole, and one on the other. Anthony made him show him that it was angled so no one would see his face, and with that security confirmed, Brian hit record and got behind the sheet. “Just leave and re-enter, and then stick your dick in the hole and we’ll get started,” Brian said, and Anthony laughed at the absurdity of it, but did as commanded. He left the apartment, turned around, came back in, and approached the sheet with the hole in it.
He slid his shorts and underwear down, and his dick flopped out — soft, very soft, he noticed, self-conscious. He was somewhat embarrassed of how small it looked, hanging there anxiously, but tried to relax, since no one would even know it was his dick. He stepped forward and inserted his dick through the sheet.
A second or two, and he felt something press against the tip of his dick. A hand? No, wetter — a tongue. It swirled around the head of his cock, licking and caressing, occasionally interrupted by a pair of lips kissing along his shaft. Already, he could feel his dick growing, the blood rushing to his member in response to the warm, hot mouth. He felt the lips close around the head of his dick and slowly, slowly creep down the shaft, his dick sliding further into the mouth, until the entire length was inside. Holy shit.
That was all his dick needed to get hard, its girth filling up the mouth from the inside. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, placing his hands on the doorframe to brace himself as his legs started quivering. Goosebumps covered his skin as he felt his dick sliding in and out of the hot mouth, his cockhead pressing up against the back of the throat. Brian was taking the whole dick without gagging, his tongue cupping Anthony’s balls. “Jesus Christ, man,” Anthony said.
He felt his dick slide out of the mouth and heard Brian chuckle behind the sheet. “You like that?” he asked, his slick hands stroking up and down the shaft, his tongue gently teasing the head.
“Fuck yeah,” Anthony whispered, pressing his hips forward, eagerly trying to get his dick back in the mouth.
“Best blowjob of your life?” Brian asked, removing both his hands from the dick, leaving only his lips pressed against the head. Anthony whimpered, involuntarily. “Say it.”
“Best blowjob of my life,” Anthony panted, and Brian laughed. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he growled, and Anthony moaned as the mouth and hands started working his dick, up and down, slobbering and stroking every inch. “Oh fffuuuu…” he moaned, thrusting his hips to fuck Brian’s face through the sheet. He could feel the precum flowing from his cock, mixing with Brian’s saliva and dribbling down his balls, soaking the underwear around his ankles. Brian’s mouth was a vacuum suctioned to his cock, the meaty tongue massaging and caressing his shaft as he pounded the back of the man’s throat.
Anthony spread his legs wider and gripped the door frame until his knuckles went white, standing on his toes to better thrust into the eager mouth. Brian’s fingers cupped and played with his balls, stroking and tugging them as Brian gargled and gagged on Anthony’s girth. A finger slipped beneath the balls and between the thighs, tickling Anthony’s taint, pressing gently against his hole, just slightly. Anthony fucked harder and faster against Brian’s face, each thrust forward burying his head in Brian’s throat, each thrust backward pressing his hole against Brian’s fingertip.
Anthony moaned with ecstasy and reached forward to grip the back of Brian’s head, forgetting about the sheet. With a popping noise, his hands ripped the sheet from the doorframe. It fell, shrouding Brian completely as Anthony grabbed the back of his head to fuck his throat harder. Brian gripped Anthony’s ass cheeks, pulling him towards him, while teasing his hole with his fingertips. Beneath the sheet, he gagged and moaned with pleasure at the straight guy completely using his mouth.
Sweat had plastered Anthony’s shirt to his chest, but he kept fucking hard and fast as he felt the pressure growing in his full, heavy balls. “I think I’m gonna —” was all he managed to mutter before the orgasm took over, eruptions of cum rocketing out of his cock, straight into Brian’s mouth. He held his dick deep in the back of Brian’s throat, moaning wordlessly as he felt pulse after pulse of cum emptying into the man’s throat. He felt Brian stroke, squeeze, and suck his dick slowly, making sure to get every drop of his load in a way no woman had ever done for him. His legs were trembling, his chest heaving as he caught his breath as the orgasm slowly came to an end.
When he thought it was done, Brian whipped the sheet off of himself, leaving him exposed and kneeling on the floor in front of Anthony’s hanging, dripping, heavy cock. This was not part of the deal, but Brian said, “Stay there for a second,” and popped Anthony’s dick back in his mouth. Anthony watched as, below him, Brian slipped his own dick out from the leg of his shorts and started to stroke himself off while sucking Anthony.
The man was huge, shockingly huge, a pornstar-fat dick ribbed with veins and framed by a salt and pepper bush. Brian pumped his dick in his fist, his swollen pecs bouncing with every stroke, while nursing on Anthony’s half-hard and still-leaking cock. Anthony’s dick was always sensitive after cumming, so he almost asked Brian to stop, until he felt his dick growing once more. Amazed, he watched as he got fully erect again, this time with an unobstructed view of another man’s head bouncing on his dick for the first time. He watched his cockhead slide in and out of Brian’s mouth, as Brian stroked Anthony into his mouth with one hand while stroking himself below.
This time, the blowjob focused more on Anthony’s head, Brian spitting on and stroking the shaft while using his tongue and mouth to pleasure the swollen, purple head. Anthony always preferred more focus up there, so he was only somewhat surprised as, after a few minutes of sucking and stroking, he said, “Oh, fuck!” and felt another wave of cum shooting out of his dick. Brian pulled back and opened his mouth, stretching out his tongue, and Anthony watched as load after load blasted across the older man’s face, coating his forehead, his cheeks, and his tongue, which eagerly lapped up the drops. As Brian stroked the pulsing cock against his face, he started moaning, his eyes rolling back in the head, and Anthony looked down in time to see ropes of fat, thick, white cum blasting from Brian’s huge dick and splattering across the hardwood floors between Anthony’s legs.
Brian took Anthony’s dick deep in his throat again, while angling his own erupting cock straight up, causing a rope of cum to fly up and splatter against the bottom of Anthony’s ass. Finally, both men’s orgasms were finished, and Anthony’s now-deflated cock slipped heavily out of Brian’s mouth for good. Brian’s monster hung between his legs, dripping a puddle of cum on the floor.
“Holy shit,” Anthony said, wiping sweat off his forehead and pulling his pants back up as Brian turned off the cameras.
“That was fucking hot,” Brian growled, grinning at Anthony. His dick was still hanging out the leg of his shorts, a ribbon of cum trailing in the air from the tip. Anthony couldn’t help but look down at it, notice how big it still was, even after cumming. He quickly tucked his quickly-shrinking, grower-not-a-shower dick back into his underwear.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Anthony said, unable to keep a sheepish grin off his face. What had he just done? He felt out of control.
“So, I’ll let you know when we’ve got some cash to split, yeah?” Brian said, finally tucking his dick back up into his shorts, as if it were nothing. It bulged, obscenely.
“Sounds good man, thanks a lot for this,” Anthony said, not sure if he should hug or high-five or what. Brian answered it for him, wrapping his meaty arms around Anthony’s shoulders and pulling him in for a tight hug. Anthony felt Brian’s massive bulge pressing against his dick for a moment, before they pulled apart.
On the ride home, Anthony shifted uncomfortably, feeling something start to itch on his asscheek, before realizing it was some of Brian’s cum gluing his underwear to his body. He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. What had he just done? He turned up the radio and tuned out any thoughts.
The awkwardness between Anthony and Sam continued to grow, filling the shared apartment with a confused tension. Anthony still had no clue what had caused the distance, and didn’t know how to ask. Would that be weird? He had never had a guy friend that he was this close with as an adult, and he didn’t know if this up-and-down was normal for a friend relationship. His head was spinning. He couldn’t help but blame himself, though — he must be acting weird ever since his handjob from Brian. He was consumed with guilt over it, and wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just tell Sam about it.
It didn’t help that Brian was texting Anthony more and more lately. His scene with Anthony had been a huge hit, and as a result Brian had shifted his OnlyFans to almost exclusively feature real straight men who needed a hand — or sometimes more — getting off. Brian had texted a few screenshots to Anthony of his newer videos, which felt a little weird to Anthony, but the texts were always followed by a Venmo notification, just $50 or sometimes a hundred dollars each, with a cheeky note from Brian that it was a tip for “inspiring” this new category of work. The money was a huge help, so he didn’t ask Brian to stop sending him the screenshots, even though he didn’t really want all these images in his phone — faceless dudes with boners on the massage table, Brian’s hands wrapped around these random mens’ cocks, occasionally even deepthroating them.
But what stressed Anthony out most was when Brian would ask him to come back over. At first, Brian would just hint at it (“let me know when you want round 2!
”) but as time went on the offers got more explicit, with predictions of how much they could make, including screenshots of the income from other videos he had filmed as proof. The numbers for some videos made Anthony’s head swim — he thought of all dollar amounts now in terms of divorce lawyer hourly fees, and the amount Brian was raking in from a successful video could cover at least a week of Anthony’s lawyer’s rate. So, after having a few beers on Sam’s couch, staring down another sad, lonely, horny night by himself, Anthony pulled out his phone and texted Brian.“So what would be my cut?” he asked.
“Hey stranger. I usually do 70% me, 30% the guy, just like we split last time”
“Seems a bit low…” Anthony replied
“Well, I am doing most of the work! ;P” Brian wrote back.
“It’s riskier for me tho. Got more to lose if it gets out”
“That’s fair,” Brian replied. “Would u come back for 60/40?”
“Hmm…” Anthony wrote back, feeling slightly out of body. Would he go back? He wasn’t sure, but found his fingers already typing, “When?”
The reply came near instantly: “free now if u are”
Anthony finished his beer and laughed to himself. Was he going to do it again? He still felt like he wasn’t sure, even as he was lacing up his sneakers and stepping out of the apartment. Even at Brian’s doorstep, he wasn’t committed in his head, or at least was telling himself he wasn’t committed. He knocked, feeling his knees start to tremble. Why was he so nervous?
Brian opened the door, wearing a pair of tight gym shorts that framed his enormous bulge, and an old, ratty T-shirt. “Hey,” he said, his smile crinkling his eyes, as he ushered Anthony in. Inside, Anthony was surprised to find no massage table set up. Instead, a sheet was hung in the doorway that connected the living room and the hallway, with a hole cut out in the middle of it. Anthony stopped in his tracks, staring at it.
“So, don’t freak out, but I had a different idea,” Brian said, laying a heavy hand on Anthony’s shoulder and gently kneading it. The pressure felt reassuring. “You see, the thing is, I’ve found my fans don’t really respond well if all I do with a massage is jerk the guy off. They like to see a little… more happen on the table.”
Anthony gulped. “Like…?”
“Like, would you let me fuck you?” Brian said, straight-faced.
Anthony’s face must have turned several shades of red, and Brian burst out laughing.
“Exactly what I thought. So, you know, if that can’t happen, then I’m not sure a video where I just get you off again is going to be very lucrative for either of us. But one thing my fans love is to see me suck off a straight guy, using this.” Brian gestured at the sheet with the hole in it.
Anthony laughed, a short, loud bark that echoed in the room. “C’mon, man, I don’t know about this one.”
Brian didn’t even say anything, he just raised an eyebrow and looked at Anthony with a mischievous look. Anthony stretched his arms out wide and glanced over at the front door, considering leaving. He wasn’t going to let this guy suck him off, was he? But even as that thought entered his mind, he could feel his dick swelling in his underwear. He was fucking horny, and he was broke, so he found himself nodding wordlessly at Brian, his face flushed.
Without saying anything, Brian started setting up the cameras, one on his side of the gloryhole, and one on the other. Anthony made him show him that it was angled so no one would see his face, and with that security confirmed, Brian hit record and got behind the sheet. “Just leave and re-enter, and then stick your dick in the hole and we’ll get started,” Brian said, and Anthony laughed at the absurdity of it, but did as commanded. He left the apartment, turned around, came back in, and approached the sheet with the hole in it.
He slid his shorts and underwear down, and his dick flopped out — soft, very soft, he noticed, self-conscious. He was somewhat embarrassed of how small it looked, hanging there anxiously, but tried to relax, since no one would even know it was his dick. He stepped forward and inserted his dick through the sheet.
A second or two, and he felt something press against the tip of his dick. A hand? No, wetter — a tongue. It swirled around the head of his cock, licking and caressing, occasionally interrupted by a pair of lips kissing along his shaft. Already, he could feel his dick growing, the blood rushing to his member in response to the warm, hot mouth. He felt the lips close around the head of his dick and slowly, slowly creep down the shaft, his dick sliding further into the mouth, until the entire length was inside. Holy shit.
That was all his dick needed to get hard, its girth filling up the mouth from the inside. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, placing his hands on the doorframe to brace himself as his legs started quivering. Goosebumps covered his skin as he felt his dick sliding in and out of the hot mouth, his cockhead pressing up against the back of the throat. Brian was taking the whole dick without gagging, his tongue cupping Anthony’s balls. “Jesus Christ, man,” Anthony said.
He felt his dick slide out of the mouth and heard Brian chuckle behind the sheet. “You like that?” he asked, his slick hands stroking up and down the shaft, his tongue gently teasing the head.
“Fuck yeah,” Anthony whispered, pressing his hips forward, eagerly trying to get his dick back in the mouth.
“Best blowjob of your life?” Brian asked, removing both his hands from the dick, leaving only his lips pressed against the head. Anthony whimpered, involuntarily. “Say it.”
“Best blowjob of my life,” Anthony panted, and Brian laughed. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he growled, and Anthony moaned as the mouth and hands started working his dick, up and down, slobbering and stroking every inch. “Oh fffuuuu…” he moaned, thrusting his hips to fuck Brian’s face through the sheet. He could feel the precum flowing from his cock, mixing with Brian’s saliva and dribbling down his balls, soaking the underwear around his ankles. Brian’s mouth was a vacuum suctioned to his cock, the meaty tongue massaging and caressing his shaft as he pounded the back of the man’s throat.
Anthony spread his legs wider and gripped the door frame until his knuckles went white, standing on his toes to better thrust into the eager mouth. Brian’s fingers cupped and played with his balls, stroking and tugging them as Brian gargled and gagged on Anthony’s girth. A finger slipped beneath the balls and between the thighs, tickling Anthony’s taint, pressing gently against his hole, just slightly. Anthony fucked harder and faster against Brian’s face, each thrust forward burying his head in Brian’s throat, each thrust backward pressing his hole against Brian’s fingertip.
Anthony moaned with ecstasy and reached forward to grip the back of Brian’s head, forgetting about the sheet. With a popping noise, his hands ripped the sheet from the doorframe. It fell, shrouding Brian completely as Anthony grabbed the back of his head to fuck his throat harder. Brian gripped Anthony’s ass cheeks, pulling him towards him, while teasing his hole with his fingertips. Beneath the sheet, he gagged and moaned with pleasure at the straight guy completely using his mouth.
Sweat had plastered Anthony’s shirt to his chest, but he kept fucking hard and fast as he felt the pressure growing in his full, heavy balls. “I think I’m gonna —” was all he managed to mutter before the orgasm took over, eruptions of cum rocketing out of his cock, straight into Brian’s mouth. He held his dick deep in the back of Brian’s throat, moaning wordlessly as he felt pulse after pulse of cum emptying into the man’s throat. He felt Brian stroke, squeeze, and suck his dick slowly, making sure to get every drop of his load in a way no woman had ever done for him. His legs were trembling, his chest heaving as he caught his breath as the orgasm slowly came to an end.
When he thought it was done, Brian whipped the sheet off of himself, leaving him exposed and kneeling on the floor in front of Anthony’s hanging, dripping, heavy cock. This was not part of the deal, but Brian said, “Stay there for a second,” and popped Anthony’s dick back in his mouth. Anthony watched as, below him, Brian slipped his own dick out from the leg of his shorts and started to stroke himself off while sucking Anthony.
The man was huge, shockingly huge, a pornstar-fat dick ribbed with veins and framed by a salt and pepper bush. Brian pumped his dick in his fist, his swollen pecs bouncing with every stroke, while nursing on Anthony’s half-hard and still-leaking cock. Anthony’s dick was always sensitive after cumming, so he almost asked Brian to stop, until he felt his dick growing once more. Amazed, he watched as he got fully erect again, this time with an unobstructed view of another man’s head bouncing on his dick for the first time. He watched his cockhead slide in and out of Brian’s mouth, as Brian stroked Anthony into his mouth with one hand while stroking himself below.
This time, the blowjob focused more on Anthony’s head, Brian spitting on and stroking the shaft while using his tongue and mouth to pleasure the swollen, purple head. Anthony always preferred more focus up there, so he was only somewhat surprised as, after a few minutes of sucking and stroking, he said, “Oh, fuck!” and felt another wave of cum shooting out of his dick. Brian pulled back and opened his mouth, stretching out his tongue, and Anthony watched as load after load blasted across the older man’s face, coating his forehead, his cheeks, and his tongue, which eagerly lapped up the drops. As Brian stroked the pulsing cock against his face, he started moaning, his eyes rolling back in the head, and Anthony looked down in time to see ropes of fat, thick, white cum blasting from Brian’s huge dick and splattering across the hardwood floors between Anthony’s legs.
Brian took Anthony’s dick deep in his throat again, while angling his own erupting cock straight up, causing a rope of cum to fly up and splatter against the bottom of Anthony’s ass. Finally, both men’s orgasms were finished, and Anthony’s now-deflated cock slipped heavily out of Brian’s mouth for good. Brian’s monster hung between his legs, dripping a puddle of cum on the floor.
“Holy shit,” Anthony said, wiping sweat off his forehead and pulling his pants back up as Brian turned off the cameras.
“That was fucking hot,” Brian growled, grinning at Anthony. His dick was still hanging out the leg of his shorts, a ribbon of cum trailing in the air from the tip. Anthony couldn’t help but look down at it, notice how big it still was, even after cumming. He quickly tucked his quickly-shrinking, grower-not-a-shower dick back into his underwear.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Anthony said, unable to keep a sheepish grin off his face. What had he just done? He felt out of control.
“So, I’ll let you know when we’ve got some cash to split, yeah?” Brian said, finally tucking his dick back up into his shorts, as if it were nothing. It bulged, obscenely.
“Sounds good man, thanks a lot for this,” Anthony said, not sure if he should hug or high-five or what. Brian answered it for him, wrapping his meaty arms around Anthony’s shoulders and pulling him in for a tight hug. Anthony felt Brian’s massive bulge pressing against his dick for a moment, before they pulled apart.
On the ride home, Anthony shifted uncomfortably, feeling something start to itch on his asscheek, before realizing it was some of Brian’s cum gluing his underwear to his body. He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. What had he just done? He turned up the radio and tuned out any thoughts.
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That is exactly what we want and need! Brilliant ongoing story, love every boner inducing moment.
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That is one of the hottest scenes ever. I can see this story progressing nicely. Cheers @HeyItsHarryPART 11
The awkwardness between Anthony and Sam continued to grow, filling the shared apartment with a confused tension. Anthony still had no clue what had caused the distance, and didn’t know how to ask. Would that be weird? He had never had a guy friend that he was this close with as an adult, and he didn’t know if this up-and-down was normal for a friend relationship. His head was spinning. He couldn’t help but blame himself, though — he must be acting weird ever since his handjob from Brian. He was consumed with guilt over it, and wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just tell Sam about it.
It didn’t help that Brian was texting Anthony more and more lately. His scene with Anthony had been a huge hit, and as a result Brian had shifted his OnlyFans to almost exclusively feature real straight men who needed a hand — or sometimes more — getting off. Brian had texted a few screenshots to Anthony of his newer videos, which felt a little weird to Anthony, but the texts were always followed by a Venmo notification, just $50 or sometimes a hundred dollars each, with a cheeky note from Brian that it was a tip for “inspiring” this new category of work. The money was a huge help, so he didn’t ask Brian to stop sending him the screenshots, even though he didn’t really want all these images in his phone — faceless dudes with boners on the massage table, Brian’s hands wrapped around these random mens’ cocks, occasionally even deepthroating them.
But what stressed Anthony out most was when Brian would ask him to come back over. At first, Brian would just hint at it (“let me know when you want round 2!
“So what would be my cut?” he asked.
“Hey stranger. I usually do 70% me, 30% the guy, just like we split last time”
“Seems a bit low…” Anthony replied
“Well, I am doing most of the work! ;P” Brian wrote back.
“It’s riskier for me tho. Got more to lose if it gets out”
“That’s fair,” Brian replied. “Would u come back for 60/40?”
“Hmm…” Anthony wrote back, feeling slightly out of body. Would he go back? He wasn’t sure, but found his fingers already typing, “When?”
The reply came near instantly: “free now if u are”
Anthony finished his beer and laughed to himself. Was he going to do it again? He still felt like he wasn’t sure, even as he was lacing up his sneakers and stepping out of the apartment. Even at Brian’s doorstep, he wasn’t committed in his head, or at least was telling himself he wasn’t committed. He knocked, feeling his knees start to tremble. Why was he so nervous?
Brian opened the door, wearing a pair of tight gym shorts that framed his enormous bulge, and an old, ratty T-shirt. “Hey,” he said, his smile crinkling his eyes, as he ushered Anthony in. Inside, Anthony was surprised to find no massage table set up. Instead, a sheet was hung in the doorway that connected the living room and the hallway, with a hole cut out in the middle of it. Anthony stopped in his tracks, staring at it.
“So, don’t freak out, but I had a different idea,” Brian said, laying a heavy hand on Anthony’s shoulder and gently kneading it. The pressure felt reassuring. “You see, the thing is, I’ve found my fans don’t really respond well if all I do with a massage is jerk the guy off. They like to see a little… more happen on the table.”
Anthony gulped. “Like…?”
“Like, would you let me fuck you?” Brian said, straight-faced.
Anthony’s face must have turned several shades of red, and Brian burst out laughing.
“Exactly what I thought. So, you know, if that can’t happen, then I’m not sure a video where I just get you off again is going to be very lucrative for either of us. But one thing my fans love is to see me suck off a straight guy, using this.” Brian gestured at the sheet with the hole in it.
Anthony laughed, a short, loud bark that echoed in the room. “C’mon, man, I don’t know about this one.”
Brian didn’t even say anything, he just raised an eyebrow and looked at Anthony with a mischievous look. Anthony stretched his arms out wide and glanced over at the front door, considering leaving. He wasn’t going to let this guy suck him off, was he? But even as that thought entered his mind, he could feel his dick swelling in his underwear. He was fucking horny, and he was broke, so he found himself nodding wordlessly at Brian, his face flushed.
Without saying anything, Brian started setting up the cameras, one on his side of the gloryhole, and one on the other. Anthony made him show him that it was angled so no one would see his face, and with that security confirmed, Brian hit record and got behind the sheet. “Just leave and re-enter, and then stick your dick in the hole and we’ll get started,” Brian said, and Anthony laughed at the absurdity of it, but did as commanded. He left the apartment, turned around, came back in, and approached the sheet with the hole in it.
He slid his shorts and underwear down, and his dick flopped out — soft, very soft, he noticed, self-conscious. He was somewhat embarrassed of how small it looked, hanging there anxiously, but tried to relax, since no one would even know it was his dick. He stepped forward and inserted his dick through the sheet.
A second or two, and he felt something press against the tip of his dick. A hand? No, wetter — a tongue. It swirled around the head of his cock, licking and caressing, occasionally interrupted by a pair of lips kissing along his shaft. Already, he could feel his dick growing, the blood rushing to his member in response to the warm, hot mouth. He felt the lips close around the head of his dick and slowly, slowly creep down the shaft, his dick sliding further into the mouth, until the entire length was inside. Holy shit.
That was all his dick needed to get hard, its girth filling up the mouth from the inside. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, placing his hands on the doorframe to brace himself as his legs started quivering. Goosebumps covered his skin as he felt his dick sliding in and out of the hot mouth, his cockhead pressing up against the back of the throat. Brian was taking the whole dick without gagging, his tongue cupping Anthony’s balls. “Jesus Christ, man,” Anthony said.
He felt his dick slide out of the mouth and heard Brian chuckle behind the sheet. “You like that?” he asked, his slick hands stroking up and down the shaft, his tongue gently teasing the head.
“Fuck yeah,” Anthony whispered, pressing his hips forward, eagerly trying to get his dick back in the mouth.
“Best blowjob of your life?” Brian asked, removing both his hands from the dick, leaving only his lips pressed against the head. Anthony whimpered, involuntarily. “Say it.”
“Best blowjob of my life,” Anthony panted, and Brian laughed. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he growled, and Anthony moaned as the mouth and hands started working his dick, up and down, slobbering and stroking every inch. “Oh fffuuuu…” he moaned, thrusting his hips to fuck Brian’s face through the sheet. He could feel the precum flowing from his cock, mixing with Brian’s saliva and dribbling down his balls, soaking the underwear around his ankles. Brian’s mouth was a vacuum suctioned to his cock, the meaty tongue massaging and caressing his shaft as he pounded the back of the man’s throat.
Anthony spread his legs wider and gripped the door frame until his knuckles went white, standing on his toes to better thrust into the eager mouth. Brian’s fingers cupped and played with his balls, stroking and tugging them as Brian gargled and gagged on Anthony’s girth. A finger slipped beneath the balls and between the thighs, tickling Anthony’s taint, pressing gently against his hole, just slightly. Anthony fucked harder and faster against Brian’s face, each thrust forward burying his head in Brian’s throat, each thrust backward pressing his hole against Brian’s fingertip.
Anthony moaned with ecstasy and reached forward to grip the back of Brian’s head, forgetting about the sheet. With a popping noise, his hands ripped the sheet from the doorframe. It fell, shrouding Brian completely as Anthony grabbed the back of his head to fuck his throat harder. Brian gripped Anthony’s ass cheeks, pulling him towards him, while teasing his hole with his fingertips. Beneath the sheet, he gagged and moaned with pleasure at the straight guy completely using his mouth.
Sweat had plastered Anthony’s shirt to his chest, but he kept fucking hard and fast as he felt the pressure growing in his full, heavy balls. “I think I’m gonna —” was all he managed to mutter before the orgasm took over, eruptions of cum rocketing out of his cock, straight into Brian’s mouth. He held his dick deep in the back of Brian’s throat, moaning wordlessly as he felt pulse after pulse of cum emptying into the man’s throat. He felt Brian stroke, squeeze, and suck his dick slowly, making sure to get every drop of his load in a way no woman had ever done for him. His legs were trembling, his chest heaving as he caught his breath as the orgasm slowly came to an end.
When he thought it was done, Brian whipped the sheet off of himself, leaving him exposed and kneeling on the floor in front of Anthony’s hanging, dripping, heavy cock. This was not part of the deal, but Brian said, “Stay there for a second,” and popped Anthony’s dick back in his mouth. Anthony watched as, below him, Brian slipped his own dick out from the leg of his shorts and started to stroke himself off while sucking Anthony.
The man was huge, shockingly huge, a pornstar-fat dick ribbed with veins and framed by a salt and pepper bush. Brian pumped his dick in his fist, his swollen pecs bouncing with every stroke, while nursing on Anthony’s half-hard and still-leaking cock. Anthony’s dick was always sensitive after cumming, so he almost asked Brian to stop, until he felt his dick growing once more. Amazed, he watched as he got fully erect again, this time with an unobstructed view of another man’s head bouncing on his dick for the first time. He watched his cockhead slide in and out of Brian’s mouth, as Brian stroked Anthony into his mouth with one hand while stroking himself below.
This time, the blowjob focused more on Anthony’s head, Brian spitting on and stroking the shaft while using his tongue and mouth to pleasure the swollen, purple head. Anthony always preferred more focus up there, so he was only somewhat surprised as, after a few minutes of sucking and stroking, he said, “Oh, fuck!” and felt another wave of cum shooting out of his dick. Brian pulled back and opened his mouth, stretching out his tongue, and Anthony watched as load after load blasted across the older man’s face, coating his forehead, his cheeks, and his tongue, which eagerly lapped up the drops. As Brian stroked the pulsing cock against his face, he started moaning, his eyes rolling back in the head, and Anthony looked down in time to see ropes of fat, thick, white cum blasting from Brian’s huge dick and splattering across the hardwood floors between Anthony’s legs.
Brian took Anthony’s dick deep in his throat again, while angling his own erupting cock straight up, causing a rope of cum to fly up and splatter against the bottom of Anthony’s ass. Finally, both men’s orgasms were finished, and Anthony’s now-deflated cock slipped heavily out of Brian’s mouth for good. Brian’s monster hung between his legs, dripping a puddle of cum on the floor.
“Holy shit,” Anthony said, wiping sweat off his forehead and pulling his pants back up as Brian turned off the cameras.
“That was fucking hot,” Brian growled, grinning at Anthony. His dick was still hanging out the leg of his shorts, a ribbon of cum trailing in the air from the tip. Anthony couldn’t help but look down at it, notice how big it still was, even after cumming. He quickly tucked his quickly-shrinking, grower-not-a-shower dick back into his underwear.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Anthony said, unable to keep a sheepish grin off his face. What had he just done? He felt out of control.
“So, I’ll let you know when we’ve got some cash to split, yeah?” Brian said, finally tucking his dick back up into his shorts, as if it were nothing. It bulged, obscenely.
“Sounds good man, thanks a lot for this,” Anthony said, not sure if he should hug or high-five or what. Brian answered it for him, wrapping his meaty arms around Anthony’s shoulders and pulling him in for a tight hug. Anthony felt Brian’s massive bulge pressing against his dick for a moment, before they pulled apart.
On the ride home, Anthony shifted uncomfortably, feeling something start to itch on his asscheek, before realizing it was some of Brian’s cum gluing his underwear to his body. He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. What had he just done? He turned up the radio and tuned out any thoughts.
Hear me out though: 3way?
Thanks for your patience, and I'm glad people are enjoying it! It's fun to write - only wish I had more time to dedicate to it!
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PART 12
Sam was frustrated. After having the best sex of his life semi-regularly with Brian, it had all suddenly stopped. “Too busy these days, sorry,” Brian had texted, and all the evidence showed he wasn’t lying. Brian’s OnlyFans had exploded with content, as he explored his new niche as the #1 pleasurer of straight, faceless guys. Massages with happy endings, gloryholes, even fucking or getting fucked — Brian was doing a lot, pumping out content almost as often as he pumped out loads, and he explained to Sam that he simply didn’t have the time or cum to spare.
Sam put out a few half-assed collabs of his own, with different men and women he had connected with online, but the sex wasn’t satisfying on the same level, often leaving him feeling more frustrated after than before it even started.
Even worse, he felt a distance growing between him and Anthony, their friendship going back to the more professional vibe it had at the start, when he was simply Anthony’s trainer. He wasn’t sure if it was his fault, or Anthony’s, or both, but it was all adding to the lack of satisfaction in all arenas. He had no idea what had changed between them, but it was bumming him out. They worked out together as usual, but afterward Anthony would make an excuse and go upstairs to shower, skipping the usual sauna hangout afterward, leaving Sam confused and hurt.
While training Anthony in the building gym after a few weeks of this distance, he struggled to work up the words, to ask him what had changed between them, the words dying before they got past his lips. So instead he focused on Anthony’s body, guiding him through the movements, helping him finish his sets strong.
Afterward, Sam was surprised when Anthony stripped naked in the locker room, peeling the sweaty clothes off him and leaving them in a locker. He stood there, his cock dangling freely in front of Sam, a sly grin on his face. “Sauna today?” he asked, and Sam felt relief wash over him. This was the Anthony he knew, the one he hadn’t felt close to in a while. He smiled and, almost too eagerly, ripped his own clothes off, joining Anthony in standing naked in the locker room.
Sam walked back towards the sauna, not even bothering to carry a towel — in all the months of working out, they hadn’t seen a single person use the building gym — and found himself hoping Anthony was checking out his ass behind him, even though he knew that was stupid. Anthony was straight, and his friend, and he shouldn’t think those thoughts. And yet, the moment the thought entered his mind, his cock started to grow, bouncing heavier between his muscular thighs with every stride.
He plopped down on the sauna bench, and Anthony squeezed next to him. His thigh pressed against Sam’s in the tight space, and Sam felt a nervous flip in his stomach at the contact. He willed his dick to stay flaccid, which of course only made it grow harder. Anthony leaned back and closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh, giving into the heat and relaxation.
Sam felt his dick taking over for his brain. He was horny, hornier than he’d been in a while, and he found himself shamelessly eyeing Anthony’s body, his eyes lingering on the pretty good piece of meat hanging heavily between Anthony’s legs. Sam knew his cock was bigger than Anthony’s, but with all the stomach weight Anthony had lost lately, it made his dick look bigger than usual. He felt himself growing harder, and wasn’t sure how to stop it. Anthony cleared his throat, and Sam looked up, locking eyes with him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Anthony said, and Sam blushed.
“Sorry, man. I was just, uh, noticing how fit you’ve gotten, man.”
“Admiring your work?” Anthony asked, nudging Sam’s thigh with his own.
Sam laughed, relieved Anthony was being cool about catching his friend, trainer, and roommate shamelessly looking at his dick. “I guess I kind of am! But, really, you’ve done all the work. You’re looking solid.”
“All thanks to you, man,” Anthony said, sitting up straighter and flexing his arm, looking at his own bicep, which had doubled in size since working with Sam. “You’ve totally changed my body.”
“It’s all you, bud!” Sam said. “You’ve been super consistent and it shows. I mean, look at those legs!” He clapped a hand on Anthony’s naked thigh, again not thinking about what he was doing until he was already doing it, and was relieved when Anthony didn’t swat it off. In fact, he felt Anthony flexing his quads for him.
Suddenly, Anthony stood up and faced Sam, looking down on him in the small, hot space. The dim red light accented the curves and ridges of his body, all the new muscles popping and glistening under a thin layer of sweat and body hair, and started playfully flexing in front of Sam. “Pretty good, huh?” he said, both arms flexed on either side of his head, and Sam felt his dick go rigid at the sight of Anthony’s hairy pits.
“You’re killing it, man. Soon you’ll have an OnlyFans like me,” Sam joked, and Anthony’s face went red for a moment, before he laughed. He briefly looked down at Sam’s lap, clearly taking note of the fact that his trainer was fully hard in front of him, an erection that could have no other source than the naked man in front of him, and Sam felt a brief bit of tension fill the room. But then he noticed Anthony’s cock, dangling in front of him, start to swell, just a little. He tried not to look at it too obviously, but he could see it beating to the tempo of Anthony’s heart, pulsing and growing. Was Anthony enjoying the attention?
“Maybe I will,” Anthony said, turning one foot out to flex his inner thigh. He wants me to look down there, Sam thought to himself. “I’ll give you a run for your money,” Anthony said, and the tension between them grew thicker in the heat. Sam was aching to reach out and grab Anthony’s dick, to just pop it in his mouth. He could feel he was seconds away from starting to leak from his cock, which pointed straight up from his lap, throbbing painfully.
“I’ll take that bet,” Sam joked, and Anthony laughed, turning around to show off his back muscles.
“Nah, I think I’ll leave that world to you,” Anthony was saying, but Sam was no longer paying attention. Right in front of his face was Anthony’s muscular, newly beefy ass, where he couldn’t tear his eyes away from a distinctive birthmark, just on the top of Anthony’s right cheek. For some reason, the birthmark reminded him of the shape of Panama, and he realized he had had that thought before.
Just like that, a vision crashed into his mind: that recognizable birthmark, on that beautiful ass, thrusting against Brian’s face. It took him only half a second, but he knew where that vision had come from: one of Brian’s newer videos, one that Sam had become briefly obsessed with, watching and rewatching as he jerked himself off to it time and time again. Seeing this hairy, muscular, straight guy give into pleasure and get off not once but twice in another man’s mouth had hit all the right notes for Sam, and he had gone back to it more than any of Brian’s other videos whenever he needed to jerk off.
And now, he realized, the star of that video was Anthony.
He jumped to his feet and, muttering some halfassed excuse about forgetting he had to do something, squeezed past Anthony to get out of the sauna, not even noticing that his cock, still half-erect, dragging thickly against Anthony’s ass and thighs, even briefly slapping against Anthony’s half-hard cock, in his hurry to get out of the sauna and get some air. He quickly got dressed and rushed out of the locker room, leaving Anthony baffled and naked in the sauna, alone.
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PART 12
Sam was frustrated. After having the best sex of his life semi-regularly with Brian, it had all suddenly stopped. “Too busy these days, sorry,” Brian had texted, and all the evidence showed he wasn’t lying. Brian’s OnlyFans had exploded with content, as he explored his new niche as the #1 pleasurer of straight, faceless guys. Massages with happy endings, gloryholes, even fucking or getting fucked — Brian was doing a lot, pumping out content almost as often as he pumped out loads, and he explained to Sam that he simply didn’t have the time or cum to spare.
Sam put out a few half-assed collabs of his own, with different men and women he had connected with online, but the sex wasn’t satisfying on the same level, often leaving him feeling more frustrated after than before it even started.
Even worse, he felt a distance growing between him and Anthony, their friendship going back to the more professional vibe it had at the start, when he was simply Anthony’s trainer. He wasn’t sure if it was his fault, or Anthony’s, or both, but it was all adding to the lack of satisfaction in all arenas. He had no idea what had changed between them, but it was bumming him out. They worked out together as usual, but afterward Anthony would make an excuse and go upstairs to shower, skipping the usual sauna hangout afterward, leaving Sam confused and hurt.
While training Anthony in the building gym after a few weeks of this distance, he struggled to work up the words, to ask him what had changed between them, the words dying before they got past his lips. So instead he focused on Anthony’s body, guiding him through the movements, helping him finish his sets strong.
Afterward, Sam was surprised when Anthony stripped naked in the locker room, peeling the sweaty clothes off him and leaving them in a locker. He stood there, his cock dangling freely in front of Sam, a sly grin on his face. “Sauna today?” he asked, and Sam felt relief wash over him. This was the Anthony he knew, the one he hadn’t felt close to in a while. He smiled and, almost too eagerly, ripped his own clothes off, joining Anthony in standing naked in the locker room.
Sam walked back towards the sauna, not even bothering to carry a towel — in all the months of working out, they hadn’t seen a single person use the building gym — and found himself hoping Anthony was checking out his ass behind him, even though he knew that was stupid. Anthony was straight, and his friend, and he shouldn’t think those thoughts. And yet, the moment the thought entered his mind, his cock started to grow, bouncing heavier between his muscular thighs with every stride.
He plopped down on the sauna bench, and Anthony squeezed next to him. His thigh pressed against Sam’s in the tight space, and Sam felt a nervous flip in his stomach at the contact. He willed his dick to stay flaccid, which of course only made it grow harder. Anthony leaned back and closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh, giving into the heat and relaxation.
Sam felt his dick taking over for his brain. He was horny, hornier than he’d been in a while, and he found himself shamelessly eyeing Anthony’s body, his eyes lingering on the pretty good piece of meat hanging heavily between Anthony’s legs. Sam knew his cock was bigger than Anthony’s, but with all the stomach weight Anthony had lost lately, it made his dick look bigger than usual. He felt himself growing harder, and wasn’t sure how to stop it. Anthony cleared his throat, and Sam looked up, locking eyes with him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Anthony said, and Sam blushed.
“Sorry, man. I was just, uh, noticing how fit you’ve gotten, man.”
“Admiring your work?” Anthony asked, nudging Sam’s thigh with his own.
Sam laughed, relieved Anthony was being cool about catching his friend, trainer, and roommate shamelessly looking at his dick. “I guess I kind of am! But, really, you’ve done all the work. You’re looking solid.”
“All thanks to you, man,” Anthony said, sitting up straighter and flexing his arm, looking at his own bicep, which had doubled in size since working with Sam. “You’ve totally changed my body.”
“It’s all you, bud!” Sam said. “You’ve been super consistent and it shows. I mean, look at those legs!” He clapped a hand on Anthony’s naked thigh, again not thinking about what he was doing until he was already doing it, and was relieved when Anthony didn’t swat it off. In fact, he felt Anthony flexing his quads for him.
Suddenly, Anthony stood up and faced Sam, looking down on him in the small, hot space. The dim red light accented the curves and ridges of his body, all the new muscles popping and glistening under a thin layer of sweat and body hair, and started playfully flexing in front of Sam. “Pretty good, huh?” he said, both arms flexed on either side of his head, and Sam felt his dick go rigid at the sight of Anthony’s hairy pits.
“You’re killing it, man. Soon you’ll have an OnlyFans like me,” Sam joked, and Anthony’s face went red for a moment, before he laughed. He briefly looked down at Sam’s lap, clearly taking note of the fact that his trainer was fully hard in front of him, an erection that could have no other source than the naked man in front of him, and Sam felt a brief bit of tension fill the room. But then he noticed Anthony’s cock, dangling in front of him, start to swell, just a little. He tried not to look at it too obviously, but he could see it beating to the tempo of Anthony’s heart, pulsing and growing. Was Anthony enjoying the attention?
“Maybe I will,” Anthony said, turning one foot out to flex his inner thigh. He wants me to look down there, Sam thought to himself. “I’ll give you a run for your money,” Anthony said, and the tension between them grew thicker in the heat. Sam was aching to reach out and grab Anthony’s dick, to just pop it in his mouth. He could feel he was seconds away from starting to leak from his cock, which pointed straight up from his lap, throbbing painfully.
“I’ll take that bet,” Sam joked, and Anthony laughed, turning around to show off his back muscles.
“Nah, I think I’ll leave that world to you,” Anthony was saying, but Sam was no longer paying attention. Right in front of his face was Anthony’s muscular, newly beefy ass, where he couldn’t tear his eyes away from a distinctive birthmark, just on the top of Anthony’s right cheek. For some reason, the birthmark reminded him of the shape of Panama, and he realized he had had that thought before.
Just like that, a vision crashed into his mind: that recognizable birthmark, on that beautiful ass, thrusting against Brian’s face. It took him only half a second, but he knew where that vision had come from: one of Brian’s newer videos, one that Sam had become briefly obsessed with, watching and rewatching as he jerked himself off to it time and time again. Seeing this hairy, muscular, straight guy give into pleasure and get off not once but twice in another man’s mouth had hit all the right notes for Sam, and he had gone back to it more than any of Brian’s other videos whenever he needed to jerk off.
And now, he realized, the star of that video was Anthony.
He jumped to his feet and, muttering some halfassed excuse about forgetting he had to do something, squeezed past Anthony to get out of the sauna, not even noticing that his cock, still half-erect, dragging thickly against Anthony’s ass and thighs, even briefly slapping against Anthony’s half-hard cock, in his hurry to get out of the sauna and get some air. He quickly got dressed and rushed out of the locker room, leaving Anthony baffled and naked in the sauna, alone.
Very interesting chapter. Definitely wanted it to continue past where it did. I knew Sam would recognise Anthony somehow.
Also, Bryan gets fucked on his page? Interesting...
Also, Bryan gets fucked on his page? Interesting...
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