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This is only my second story so feedback is always appreciated.

I am also willing to make this a series about Eric and Brandon if requested.

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We were married too young. Isn’t that how it always goes?

My wife was angry at me again, and this time it resulted in me being kicked out for at least the night, probably longer. It was over stupid things. I didn’t pick up my clothes, or something. But it left me looking for a place to sleep.

My parents were out of town, so they were out. Most of my friends went to college after graduation, or had gotten married. I didn’t really want to go hang out with a married couple. And I definitely couldn’t afford a hotel room.

So all that left me was Eric.

I had met Eric in high school, we were both on the football team. He was one of my few friends that hadn’t moved away or gotten married after high school. Instead he got a construction job and lived in an apartment.

I’ll admit, his life was appealing. He was a good looking young man who had the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He could fuck any girl that would have him ( and there were many), and he never had to come home at a certain time. Eric had the life I would’ve had if I hadn’t gotten married to my high school sweetheart.

I loved my wife, but she wasn’t happy either. We barely fucked, and when we did it was very straightforward, missionary style. She never touched my dick, no matter how often I offered to eat her out in return. Most nights I was left in the living room while she went to bed, hoping to find some porn to try and satisfy my own needs.

We were barreling toward a divorce, even though neither of us would admit it.

I ended up knocking on Eric’s apartment door, hearing the TV from outside and knowing he was home. After a few minutes the door opened and there he stood.

I feel it’s important to mention, I’ve always been attracted to Eric. Back in high school I always excused it with jealousy, or even appreciation for his good looks. But as I got older it became hard to deny it wasn’t something more.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Look, I don’t want to put you out, but can I stay here for at least tonight? Anna kicked me out.”

“Yeah, of course.” He looked concerned. “What happened?”

I followed him inside, noticing he was only in his boxers. God, that ass…

“A lot of things.” I waved it off. “We shouldn’t have gotten married at eighteen.”

“Well, you can stay here as long as you need.” He glanced around. “Though, I don’t have a couch right now. It’s kind of a long story but I had to get rid of my old one. I bet we can both fit on my bed though, if you’re fine with it.”

I shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“Alright, well, feel free to get comfortable, I’m just watching TV in the bedroom. Join if you like.”

I set my bags down and started to go through it, looking for maraş escort a pair of pajamas. Nothing. Of course. No sweats or anything either.

I sighed and texted my parents before joining Eric in the bedroom. “Hey, I forgot to bring anything to sleep in. Do you mind if I just wear my boxers? It’s how I sleep at home.”

He gestured down at himself. “I don’t mind.”

“Great.” I pulled my shirt off first, catching him watching me out of the corner of his eye. Next came the jeans, revealing a pair of red boxers and a bulge. It was semi-hard. Shit.

Hoping he didn’t notice, I sat down next to him and pulled the blanket up. Some action movie was playing on the screen, and we paid attention for a few minutes, trying not to make this awkward.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“So you and Anna. Not going so well?”

I shook my head. “Nah. It’s barely a marriage. We barely talk, and when we do it’s to fight.”

“What about sex?”

I let out a humorless laugh. “Sex is pretty much nonexistent. When it does happen neither of us enjoy it.”

He shook his head. “You gotta get out of this thing, it ain’t healthy for men to go so long without a good fucking.”

“I know.” I groaned. “I swear, I’m never satisfied.”

“You gotta get yourself a fuck buddy at least.”

“And cheat on her?” I was shocked. “I can’t do that.”

“Buddy, she’s probably already cheating on you. Even if she’s not, you said it yourself; it’s over.”

I glanced over at him, and he was looking back, a slight smirk on his face.

“And how do you suggest I even do that? Dating apps? I’m not ready to date another girl. Not anytime soon.”

“What, so you’re interested in dating a guy?” There was no judgement in his voice, only curiosity.

“Well, I meant I’m not ready to date anyone, but yeah, I would fuck a guy.”

“Guys tend to be better anyways.” he said quietly.

My eyes snapped to him. “You’ve…”

He shrugged. “I’m pretty open to fucking anyone as king as they’re hot enough.”

“Oh…”

We were silent for the rest of the movie, each taking in each other’s words.

My dick was almost fully hard by that point. His admission to liking guys made me even hornier than I usually was.

I kept glancing over at him, hoping to catch a glance of his, despite knowing it would make me wild with lust.

The credits rolled and he cleared his throat. “Guess it’s time for bed.”

He turned off the TV, but the overhead light was still on.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go get that.” He swung his legs out of the cover and stood up. I couldn’t help it, I glanced down and…

Shit. Even confined to his boxers it was big. I squirmed uncomfortable, desperately wanting to touch myself. Pre-cum was leaking out of my tip.

He shut the light off and we were left in the dark. The bed dipped down and maraş escort bayan he crawled in beside me.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Eric.”

It didn’t take as long as expected to fall asleep, and soon we were both out.

I woke up at 3 A.M. to something very hard pressed against my ass. I was still fully hard, the tip of my dick poking out of my boxers. It took a moment to realize what was pressed against me but when I did I nearly came right there.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear for some reason, and had one arm over my chest, hand resting on my nipple. By his breathing I could tell he was asleep, and this was probably involuntary but I needed him.

I started grinding my ass against his dick, noting that it was getting larger as I did so. God, he was so big. After just a few minutes, Eric began to stir and moaned as I continued to grind. “Brandon? What are you doing?”

“Shh.” I turned over in bed to face him. “I need you.”

I reached down and grabbed his dick, starting to stroke slowly.

He moaned. “Oh God, Brandon.”

I attached my lips to his neck, slowly starting to suck and bite. He was putty beneath my touch, hips bucking slightly and breathing heavy.

“You’re so good at this.” He said, breathless.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for years.” I admitted, playing with his balls.

Finally, he seemed to be regaining some control of his own body and moved up so he was straddling me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

In response I rolled my hips against his hard member. “I need this.”

He reached down and started to tweak my nipples as I resumed stroking his cock. I moaned at his touch, noting how sensitive my nipples really were.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He cooed, pulling at them.

I moaned and squeezed his dick.

“Get this off.” He muttered and went to pull my boxers down. Before he did, though, he noticed the tip of my cock sticking out and laughed.

“Look how hard you are for me. You’ve been hard all night, haven’t you? Practically begging for me.”

With that he ripped the boxers off, freeing my cock which then slapped against his. I whined with fiery need.

“Shh…” He turned around and positioned himself so his dick hung over my face and mine was just below his face. Then he took my dick in his mouth as I did the same to him.

He almost fit my entire cock in his mouth before it hit his throat and instantly started bobbing up and down. I hadn’t received a blow job since high school, before I got with Anna. This one was by far better, though it may have had to do with the fact that his dick was in my mouth.

And oh, did I love having his cock in my mouth. I sucked on the tip, swirling my tongue around the head. He moaned and bucked it into my mouth further. We were each face-fucking the other one, the dicks hitting our escort maraş throats. Strangled moans escaped my mouth, and I prepared to come when suddenly he removed his mouth from my dick.

I let out a cry of indignation as he removed his dick from my mouth as well.

“Shh…” He cooed and turned around so he was facing me. He took my dick in his hand and began to stroke.

“I’m gonna cum.” I warned and he grinned and right before I released, positioned my dick so the cum shooting out landed on my chest.

Then he leaned over my chest and began to lick and suck where the cum was. I moaned, watching him lick up my cum.

He paid special attention to my nipples, first spreading my cum over them and tweaking them with his fingers. Then, he began to suck particularly hard, making me moan and buck my hips.

When he finished licking it all up and he started to kiss me, jamming his tongue into my mouth and biting my lower lip.

Eric lifted up. “Turn over.”

I listened, laying down on my stomach. He moved lower down my body and began to massage my ass. Gently, he pushed one finger into my asshole.

I moaned and squirmed.

“Are you ok?”

“More.” I begged.

He added a second finger and began to finger-fuck my asshole slowly, loosening it up. I moaned in pleasure, fists clenching the sheets below my hands.

He went on for a few minutes, adding one more finger and going faster and faster.

Then suddenly, the fingers were removed.

“Eric!”

“Shh…”

He reached over to a puddle of my cum that was still on the sheets and used it to coat his dick. Then he lined his dick up with my asshole and pushed in.

I felt intense pain at first, and then pleasure like I’d never felt before. His movements were slow and gentle at first, letting me adjust to his impressive length and girth. Then, as my moans became louder, he started going faster until he was plunging his dick in and out as fast as he could, moaning as loud as I was.

“You like that, baby? You like getting fucked by me?”

I couldn’t even answer, nearly blind with pleasure.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for years too.” He admitted, almost breathless. “Back in high school, I always wanted to push you up against the locker room wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore.”

“Keep going.” I begged and he reached down and grabbed hold of my dick, stroking as he pounded.

“Anytime I saw you in your uniform, I got hard. I had to avoid you at games and practice. I needed to taste you, to feel you. Now I know I should’ve fucked you back then.”

He pulled on my dick roughly.

“God, you feel so good.” His slamming was getting more intense, and I felt him tense. A Second later I felt his warm cum shoot into my asshole, filling it up with his seed. He pulled out, still shooting cum and let some of it land on my ass.

I came again, making a mess of his sheets.

We ended up curled up in our own mess, holding each other while catching our breaths.

“So that was…”

“Fucking fantastic.” I moaned. “You should’ve fucked me back in high school. I wouldn’t have gotten married.”

“Well, I have you now.”

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