Echo - Friends with benefits
#3 of Echo
Hi ! The writing of Echo goes slowly but certainly. Waiting for the main dish, I thought you'd enjoy an opener...
Echo : Friends with benefits
The motel room was starting to light up with the outside light. The day was still diffuse but very present in the room despite the heavy thick curtains which let in the first rays of the day. Flynn could already tell with the lighting that the morning was going to be cloudy. Naked in the unfamiliar bed, he turned on himself to face the last face he had seen the night before. He then felt a heavy hand gently caress his cheek and pass his skin over his beardless face.
" Slept well ? »
The voice was low and sounded unusually warm. Usually, at that time and under those circumstances, they would rather say words like "Have you seen my keys ?" or "Everything went well ?" or "Who are you anyway ?" .
The latter being the most common when you think about it.
Flynn stretched a little, shifting his sleepy legs and bumping into the bare feet of the stranger. He pulled them back, not even muttering a "sorry." He then felt the feet return and lay the toes gently on Flynn's and stay there. Flynn smiles.
"I had a good night thank you and you ? »
The day becoming more present, Flynn now saw more easily the face of his interlocutor. The budding beard, a wide nose, tender eyes surmounted by thick eyebrows, and a sincere smile.
"By the way, what's his name again ? »
Flynn searched for that name quickly as his thoughts were clouded with the usual heaviness of waking and his breath slowly finished clearing the liquors of the night.
His penis also sent him signals of characteristic sensitivities that reminded him that he had indeed made good use of it in the previous hours. Behind the stranger, he could see the still uncorked bottle of lubricant on the bedside table, and on the bedroom table, a few bottles of alcohol and two glasses.
The recall of these sensations confirmed to him that the feeling of slight nausea and the thirst that inhabited him were worth it, as well as the smell of rancid sweat that perfumed the room.
Flynn in turn caressed the opposite face and he felt a slight stimulation running down his spine. He also felt his heart beating faster. The proposed friendly face was fresh in his memory, but the puzzle of the night remained to be completely reconstructed.
" Hello Princess... "
Flynn's face closed and his voice reflected that closure.
"Fuck you, man ! »
« Ryan !" It's Ryan ! Well I think..."
"Not this morning man, I have to go to work ! »
"He's a mechanic. »
" Slept well ?
Until I wake up, yes.
Let me sort it out a bit then..."
The face took on a more predatory grin as one of his hands now stroked Flynn's stomach. The sensation was more than pleasant and Flynn was unable to suppress a moan of appreciation.
"And to think that I thought you would be exhausted after tonight..."
Flynn also could not escape showing under the sheet this physiological reaction so demonstrative of his desire. Ryan, on the other hand, was moving his hand around in slow circular motions, and each of them was squeezing a sound of approval from Flynn. It was as if he was finally relieving himself of an irritation that he hadn't been able to scratch before for whatever reason.
He realized then that the second hand was closing on his already resplendent manhood.
"I guess I can stay a few more minutes..."
Flynn was on fire and he felt, to his great dismay, his intimacy becoming even wetter. He had reflexively spread his thighs and a mischievous finger crept in and slipped between his legs in search of the young man's hidden treasure.
So wet. Flynn flinched when the finger touched the treasure buried under his testicles. By reflex, he looked at Ryan's face, which showed his interest.
"It's so weird and so good... You like it, don't you ? »
The first hand slid slowly and quickly down Flynn's cock and he suppressed an urge to ask her to take it, here and now.
"You know how to do well with your hand but are you also good with your tongue ?"
- Just the tongue ? »
In response, Flynn turned to the side. Ryan followed behind him, one hand still rubbing his erection and struggling not to cum too soon. Flynn braced his body against him and quickly felt his guest's large body latch onto him. Her snake crawled between her buttocks and the greedy head tasted her moist, hidden lips. Flynn was now unable to stop himself from moaning. Flynn couldn't help it and he himself had made his erect cock feel the tightness of Ryan's channel the night before. It was a fair return and it was perfectly in line with his Bible.
"You want it so bad, huh, man ? »
Flynn nodded.
"Don't hold back ! »
Guided by one hand and encouraged by the opening, Ryan pushed his soldier's head into the wet land. Flynn didn't resist and lifted one leg to facilitate penetration. He abstained despite the urge to take his requesting organs in hand, not wanting to finish too soon. His stiff penis was now flooding the sheet with his wetness.
Ryan grunted his urge and slowly slid his member deeper inside Flynn, spreading the powerful vaginal muscles apart and flooding them with his abundant clear juices, mingling with Flynn's intimate secretions. None of them could talk, just share their pleasure and moans.
Then the pace of their love slowly picked up, and Flynn felt as though Ryan was trying to sink even deeper into him, both of them gently reaching their pinnacle. Ryan once again grabs Flynn's thick member to stimulate him even more while penetrating him deeply, letting the latter wet his hand with his intimate juices, making sure to synchronize the rhythms.
Flynn fully appreciated the initiative. It was not often that he granted such a permit. Few people knew of his peculiarity and almost all of them were his friends who had no attraction for this family heritage. So when Ryan hadn't been making excuses or just walking away at the thought of being confronted with Flynn's wholeness, the latter found it touching in every violation of his character. At first he thought it would just be recognition. But now Flynn knew it might be something else.
"I'm going to cum, Ryan...
Me too Flynn, it's so good...
Stay inside. I want to feel everything. Fully. »
Flynn and Ryan closed their eyes and came together. Flynn's seed spilled out in wide streams on the sheets as Ryan's children poured out in droves deep inside Flynn's vagina, finding nothing but a dead end there.
Ryan caught his breath, trying to stay still in it as his cock slowly returned to its original size and shape. The room was even more musky and the day more present. Beneath him, Flynn was also breathing more and more normally. The two bodies then separated and returned to a resting position, Flynn on his stomach and Ryan on his back.
"Mmmm it's even better than I imagined...
I have rarely taken my foot like that man...
You are rare, Flynn.
I say.
By the way... how do you define yourself ? Do not take it wrong. I've dated transvestites and transsexuals before, but you're neither, I can see that. »
Flynn rolled over to the side. His blue Iroquois haircut was now leaning to one side, heavy with sweat and helped by gravity.
"Mmm medically speaking I'm a chimera.
A chimera ?
Yes. I am not an individual per se. Biologically I come from two embryos that fused together.
Like in Dragon Ball ?
Without the ridiculous dancing and when my sister and I only were two or three days. Doctors said it was very rare.
It's a hell of a story.
Thanks. Of my sister there remains only her skin, her liver and her spleen and before they become necrotic in adolescence her uterus and her ovaries. I kept the vagina which was healthy. Everything else is mine otherwise. My brain is mine and to answer your question I have always been fully a man.
I am not fussy about the sex or gender of those who attract me.
- I only like men. It's enough for me to have my sister's skin, she left me a legacy of very low hairiness when I like body hair. »
Ryan looked at his thick pectoral fleece.
"At least I met your expectations.
Absolutely yes !
And your parents ? They weren't too embarrassed to have a son with a cunt ?
I do not think so. But I never knew them. They died when I was six months old.
I am sorry.
I was raised by my aunt and I always thought of her as my mother from the start, so I never had to mourn a loss that I didn't know about. »
Flynn finally stood up, quietly.
"Anyway you're late now aren't you ? I'm still surprised by all that cum you had left in store. I thought the night had emptied you.
By the way, we forgot the condoms again...
No big deal, I get tested regularly and I'm on prep. And you can leave in peace, I won't call you back in nine months for child support, I promise. »
Ryan was also getting up smiling. He stopped behind Flynn and grabbed his buttocks in his hands.
"You have such a nice butt. Firm as I like them.
mmm they are completely sore but it was worth it.
Mine are still recovering from that night..."
Ryan then scratched his elbow, his gaze shifting. Flynn then guessed what he was going to say.
"Say, would you like to start over once in a while ? Just you and me you know, maybe we don't need to go to the Smoking Room before..."
Flynn looked at Ryan and to his surprise, he only had one possible answer in mind.
"I would like that, yes. »
In all fairness, it was a possibility. Ryan had a large body and while Flynn was that tall, he was slimmer than him but also muscular. While Flynn flaunted a vertical manhood, Ryan was more into the horizontality of things. Even his penis was shorter but thicker.
But more than that, Flynn felt good with this man. The sex was great, yes, but deep down he wanted to know him better.
In turn, Flynn avoided looking him in the eye.
"Are you free next week ?
- How do I contact you to confirm this ? »
Ryan tried not to be too eager, he found his things on the ground and started to get dressed. Flynn pretended to do the same. He noted the pen on the table and the packet of post-its. He wrote a number on a sheet and gave it to Ryan. Holding it out, he had his attention drawn to a muffled sound coming from under his pants. Ryan shoved the note back in his pocket, satisfied as Flynn looked at his phone. A call from Carl.
Flynn saw the caller's picture. A comical portrait of Carl stuffing himself with a veggie burger at the local Diner. Beside him, his friend Leo seemed to encourage him. Flynn made it clear to Ryan that he had taken the call.
"Flynn I'm listening.
Hey, it's Carl.
I imagine that it is not the pope. »
Carl's voice sounded confused, hesitant.
"Say, could you..."
Flynn snapped back to encourage Carl not to waste his time while he was still there.
"Can you come over to my house today ?
And to do what ?
Oh come on Flynn it's not like you have things to do. I know you finished your law degree and you have some free time. »
Flynn sighed. From the sound of Carl's voice he could tell his friend was still stoned. But that didn't stop him from keeping the most important things in mind. But more than that, he could tell by the tone that Carl was depressed, as often since his premature return from college.
"I have my housework to do but I'm free afterwards. For ten o'clock?
- No problemo dude ! »
Flynn looked at his phone after Carl abruptly cut off the call.
" A problem ?
- No not really, just a friend who will keep me from getting bored today. You leave ? »
Ryan was dressed and searching his pockets for his keys.
"I told you, I'm working this morning. I just have time to take my shift, the shower will wait tonight. »
Ryan walked over and hugged Flynn before placing a quick, low-key kiss on his lips. Flynn was on the verge of expressing his refusal to have his natural bad temper hampered by a show of affection that he felt was sincere.
"I'm not holding you then. Go find your wrenches that you obviously prefer to me ! And don't forget to make yesterday's evening feminine so as not to be unmasked by your colleagues !
- No worries, they know I'm bi, so no need for me to pretend to be normal ! »
A wide smile underlined his visibly ironic remarks. Ryan then left the room while Flynn finished getting dressed.
--
Flynn rode through the rundown streets of Echo, heading for the hill where the Hendricks family had, one hundred and fifty years ago, made their home overlooking Echo to display their economic power over the city. In a way, it always was. But the original mansion had been burned down during the Great Hysteria, and the building that replaced it looked more like a modern hacienda than a Victorian mansion. At least the house was more in tune with the local climate.
The Hendricks family still lived there, but the center of gravity of their fortune was now in California and no longer in Arizona. For Flynn, only family nostalgia explained why the Hendricks had not moved to the West Coast even though Carl's parents spent most of their time there. The Hendricks had made their fortunes in mining and local politics. John Hendricks, the patriarch, had handed over to his son John II and the latter proved devious and cruel in business and increased the family wealth, even if he renounced the Mayorship. Flynn vaguely knew that John II had then abandoned wife and children, imposed by his father, for a freer life in California where he still made a fortune in transport and food. He looked back on his old age without remorse in Echo, still neglecting his wife until her death, from a stupid accident, Flynn having forgotten the rest. His son being legitimate, the latter succeeded him at the head of all his businesses and slowly abandoning the mines, he devoted himself to food and the family became the local nabob of ice cream and other sweet delicacies. And Carl was the latest successor to the dynasty.
In short, a beautiful end to the family reign was announced.
Flynn parked on the tan lot in front of the house. The latter dominated the city with its modern splendor but it hid the emptiness that inhabited it and Flynn admired the Hendricks family in spite of himself for the care they took to maintain it even if they hardly set foot there anymore. . Flynn knew, however, that no one was supporting him. No servants, just parents who cleaned thoroughly and who had taught Carl not to devastate the place. Flynn smoothed out his light jacket in which he had kept Ryan's business card, smiling slightly as he touched it in his pocket. Flynn rang. He waited but no one came to open it or even made footsteps approaching. Flynn rang again but again no sound came from the house.
"Carl ? »
Knowing the layout of the place, Flynn went into the garden, walking around the house. Carl was there, slumped on one of the three lounge chairs that lined the pool. The well-built but obese young man seemed lost in the emptiness of his thoughts, arms to the ground, bare feet under the sun. For once, he was wearing brown Bermuda shorts and a two-size too small T-shirt that showed his hairy stomach. Carl was neglecting himself and his short beard was in dire need of a trim. Flynn envied Carl for having such hairiness, he who because of his skin, well, his sister's skin, would remain almost beardless forever. Carl completed the picture of the typical junkie with a red bandana on his head and a joint in his hand. He didn't react when Flynn approached. He only reacted when he waved his hand in front of his red eyes.
"Hey, Flynn ! »
His voice was low, serious and nonchalant. A stranger might think Carl had a throat infection but Flynn recognized his voice when he was stoned.
" Serious ? Is that all you can say ? Are you that screwed up ? »
Carl sank deeper into the lounge chair.
"I have two or three thoughts on the way but it's still too early to put my thoughts in order.
- It's almost eleven, man. »
The news surprised Carl, who seemed to emerge somewhat. Flynn took the opportunity to sit down in a nearby chair.
"Seeing you up before noon is most disturbing to me.
Today was the exception. Mom insisted on calling me when they arrived at the hotel. It was six o'clock. Or it was jet lag. I thought I learned that there they serve mineral water in champagne glasses.
Where did they go this time ?
On a promotional tour somewhere across the country. Of course they left me here.
I'm sure you're absolutely revolted to be left out. »
Flynn didn't need to force his tone to emphasize the irony of his words.
" What do you mean ? »
This time, it was Carl who forced the line to seem scandalized.
"It's so hard to be a rich kid left all alone. All that free beer and pizza waiting to be devoured.
Good thing I'm here to lighten your load then.
Yeah. Who would like to stay with me all day, huh ?
Few people would be able to. »
Flynn put a hand on Carl's shoulder and left it there long enough for Carl to notice.
"I said who will stay with me, not in me...
- Either way, you'd like both, I know. »
Carl sneered.
"Probably, but that doesn't allow you to grope me at will ! »
Flynn added his chuckle to Carl's. Then the latter was silent and he seemed to admire one of the large trees on the other side of the field. Flynn enjoyed those moments. Leo and Jenna wanted to talk non-stop while Carl liked to multiply the silences. Flynn enjoyed these moments, which was also why he liked hanging out with him. Then Carl seemed to come back to life.
"Have you spoken with Leo lately ? »
Flynn kept silent but his face said it all. Leo had been a hot topic ever since Chase left for college in Phoenix.
"No, of course not. I tried to call him after you. I wanted to know if he wanted to hang out with us for a bit. He did not answer. I sent messages but nothing.
Chase's departure took it tool, that's for sure.
It's the least we can say. You know, Leo has always been like that. I like it but it's getting worse I think.
It's almost as unhealthy as all the junk food you eat.
Not that much. But I guess it's just us now. Do you want to come in for a moment ? »
To avoid the hot hours, the two friends went home and having stocked up on beers, they went to Carl's room. The latter was vast but the accumulation of furniture and poufs made the impression of smallness remain. The air there was thick with weed, proof that Carl smoked most of the day now. The places were nevertheless reasonably clean and the ground was almost free of any building site, proof that Carl cared about the place. Flynn was even impressed to see that the pile of dirty panties hidden under his bed was gone this time.
"Is there a game you would like to play ? »
Of course, like a good rich kid, Carl had the latest consoles, the most popular games and the widest possible screen along the wall.
"You know I don't know anything about it.
You can watch TV too.
As long as it's not one of your favorite programs, that's fine with me, Carl.
What I'm looking at isn't silly or stupid, it's just that you taste like crap.
I think I hear Jenna.
I talk like someone who knows how to have fun. Now sit down and shut up. »
Flynn picked out one of the more comfortable beanbags and opened a beer. His gaze roamed the walls. There were lots of pictures of the group. Leo, Chase, Jenna and of course TJ and Carl himself. They had been dating for ten years. Flynn also noted an unfamiliar photo of Carl with Chase, presumably taken when he was in college in Pueblo.
Carl hardly talked about his college life. Flynn sometimes asked questions but Carl always drowned the fish. Flynn had thought about asking his parents but they probably would have spouted some bullshit like "Carl just oriented his life towards another project". Carl collapsed into the nearest ottoman.
" What do you think ?
To nothing. In fact, I don't think I've seen this photo before.
It's from last year, Chase transferred it to me a few days ago.
How is he doing ?
He is fine as far as I know. He's super busy, he has lots of projects going on. »
Carl hesitated to select a game or series on the screen.
"Are you going back there ?
In Pueblo ?
At Uni.
I messed up the first time, why would I go back ?
Carl, don't talk like that.
Everyone does it, and it's true. Mom had her "I'm not mad but disappointed" face when he came back.
And your father ?
The same. I don't know what they were expecting. I am not like them. I don't have what it takes to be like them.
And that's all ? Do you drop everything without doing anything ?
I don't know. »
Flynn wanted to grab the remote and throw it against the wall to get Carl to react. And so what ? The moment was badly chosen, and the method was too. Carl had always been fragile but the more he grew, the more he let his fears speak.
"Fuck Carl but you have to react ! You are 20 now ! What are you going to do ? Stay in your room and smoke weed for the rest of your life ?
I just don't know, that's all ! Leave me alone !
I'm not going to let you down Carl. Not this time. »
Flynn was raising his voice now and Carl was biting his bottom lip. Flynn knew this tic. Carl struggled internally to react but he was consumed by his phobias which prevented him from moving forward.
"Why do you care ?
- Because you're probably the only thing I have, Carl ! I don't want to let you ruin your life because you're too lazy or too scared to get your ass up and do something with your life ! »
Carl said nothing. He remained amorphous, his eyes on the ground, the remote control in his hands. Then he got up and circled around his room, devoured by his anxiety. Flynn almost regretted raising his voice, it tormented his stomach. Carl finally got out and went to the terrace. Flynn followed him. He found Carl sitting on a bench, his eyes on the verge of tears.
Flynn liked to be frank, not to say harsh, with people. But with his friends he was trying to control himself, to show more compassion. And Carl deserved a gesture. He seemed so abandoned by everyone. Flynn sat down on the bench next to him and he let the silence speak for two. Flynn looked at the garden where everyone played for hours in their childhood. He saw the faces of the whole group before puberty hit them hard. Hey, he saw again with sadness the face of Syd, their friend who had not survived this troubled moment in life. The memory of Syd snapped him out of his reverie. Carl watched him be lost in thought.
"Carl, sometimes I'm too harsh on people. I am sorry.
- I know man. It's good. »
The voice didn't match the expression on his face. It felt like talking to a zombie to Flynn and it was unsettling.
"No Carl, it's not good.
You are right anyway. Above all. I dropped. I could have continued, but I gave up. But I don't know if I really wanted to either. I wasn't sure I could. I'm not sure of much actually. Although I haven't really tried to understand.
What happened ?
I'm not cut out for business, I guess. My parents travel the country to sell ice cream and I won't know how to sell a pen.
I always thought that you would have enrolled in the artistic sector.
My mother shot down all my plans about it. She always told me that there is no future in art. She always saw me ending up without a job and homeless. So I went to college for economics and things have been getting worse ever since. I did a total block man. I was trying to read a book and I couldn't understand anything in it. Nothing at all. Nothing made sense. And has been since day one. »
Carl held his head in his hands, his face buried in his fingers.
"Come on, man. »
Flynn moved a little closer and put his arm around Carl's neck. He didn't protest, letting her arm bring him some of the comfort he had been deprived of for so long.
"How about we go fishing next week ?
You mean at...
No, not here big ass! I know another place ! You are in ?
I don't know, I've never fished before.
This is the perfect opportunity to learn!
Just us then?
Just us.
Flynn, it's gay.
Of course ! »
--
The brave young man walked on the stone slabs of the ancient house. The age of the house was reflected in the dust encrusted on the furniture, and the windows were obscured by decades of cobwebs that only let in dim light. He held a short blade in his hand, but fear prevented him from securing his grip. His ear perked up and he turned his head to make sure no one was following him.
It was his mistake. Emerging from the shadow of a doorway, the creature grabbed his throat. He struggled with the energy of despair but the beast choked his cries in his blood. The unfortunate victim was still alive and fully felt the jaws tearing his flesh.
" Shit ! »
Flynn dropped his controller to the ground in spite, discouraged.
"I always get screwed at this level !" »
Carl was right next to him, sitting on the couch, his controller in his hands.
"I believe you die even more often than me when I got to this level. »
The screen had turned gray as the blood-red letters announced "You're dead !" "In case it would have escaped the player.
"I just can't do it ! How did you do Carl ? »
Carl put his controller down and moved Flynn's away in anticipation of possible damage. He smiled mischievously. He didn't answer anything. He put his arm around Flynn and put his hand on his friend's chest and left it there. Flynn felt Carl's knuckles brush against the hairless skin of his chest. On the living room table in addition to the controllers, there were a few empty beer cans. Flynn was wondering when Carl's attitude changed.
"Look and learn ! »
Carl restarted the game at the same level and started the course identically. This time, the demons fell more quickly under the blows of his blade, and at the fateful moment, Carl's character stepped aside to enter a barely visible door that took him into a cellar.
"I've played so much that I know the level by heart. »
Two lesser demons were waiting for him there. They didn't last long and at the end of the short corridor, he found a chest containing a sword.
"One rule to know Flynn. The most interesting weapons and potions are always off the main path.
I don't know if this game is for me...
You're just jealous because I'm better than you at one thing, that's all.
Absolutely not !
I hear it at the sound of your voice !
It doesn't matter after all..."
Carl smiled and picked up another can and drank it. Flynn stood up to him and held his hips to relieve himself. Carl repositioned himself correctly. Flynn resumed his seat. Carl was again focused on the screen. Despite the width of the sofa, the two men were side by side and Flynn could feel Carl's body heat spreading against his shirt. He watched as Carl focused on the screen and ended up putting his arm behind him, hand on his shoulder. Carl then seemed to lose his balance and ended up against Flynn, his head on his thigh.
"Oooops...I think I drank a little too much myself. »
Flynn kept a straight face and Carl did nothing to sit up.
"...Do you want to do anything else ?
- It's just that... "
Carl took his place and tried to focus on the game again. But the latter no longer had his full attention.
"Flynn...Have you ever thought about...us ?
You're as drunk as an ass I think.
You are not answering the question.
How then ?
I don't know. I tell you...I understand you're...with a different guy every night I heard, so I was wondering..."
If Carl had regained his self-confidence with the video game, it had evaporated a bit.
"Carl, do you want to sleep with me ?
It's really weird when you talk about it...
I thought you were straight, Carl...
I am not gay ! I mean, I don't think so ! It's just that... I always like to try new things.
Why didn't you ask Chase ? »
Carl sneered.
"With the mess with Leo ? Certainly not !
It's true that Leo will have ripped your head off for good!
Besides, I trust you. It's true, you're often a real asshole but...
Thanks...
If there was one guy in the band that I would want to do it with, it's you. After all, Chase is off limits, so is Leo, TJ I don't even think about it.
Did he actually go through puberty ?
And Jenna... Well she's a girl and that's not my goal. »
Slowly, Carl had resumed his position on Flynn's lap.
"Are you sure this is what you want ?
As much as I can, how about you ?
You'll have to do better than that to convince me..."
Carl sat up and resumed stroking Flynn's chest. But this time he took advantage that the buttons of his shirt were within reach to undo them slowly one by one. Flynn didn't move and the video game was still playing its heroic music through the speakers.
His chest released, and Flynn put his hand on Carl's chest. He was surprised to see that the latter was much firmer than expected.
Carl was breathing softly, closing his eyes to appreciate Flynn's hand at ease.
" Hold on... "
Carl moved to get between Flynn's legs facing him, their faces very close together, hands on his shoulders.
"How do we start ?
- Relax and let yourself be, will you, Carl? I'm taking matters into my own hands, ok ? »
Flynn nuzzled Carl's shoulder to inhale his scent. A musk present but not yet intolerable. Carl seemed not to wear deodorant. Good thing Flynn hated deodorant. Flynn also noted the scents of cannabis on the young man's skin. He opened his mouth and took the skin between his lips, genuinely tasting his friend and helping himself with his tongue. Flynn ventured to his ear which he licked. It was when Carl began to sigh that Flynn used his hand to rub his friend's back before grabbing his fat, muscular buttock.
Flynn then used his other hand to help Carl get off his t-shirt, helping him pull it over his head. He now saw Carl's generous pectoral fleece and Flynn felt slight jealousy. But he contented himself with rubbing the chest and appreciating the fleece with his fingers. The throat was his next target, oozing with sweat and a natural conclusion to his licking along the lines of his torso.
Flynn then noticed his friend's nipples and they reacted positively to his caresses. He took the left one in his mouth and started sucking it lightly, making it hard some more, making his friend moan some more. Flynn noted that he was enjoying the moment even more than he had imagined.
Carl still kept his eyes closed but his body said he was enjoying the moment. He tasted lightly on Flynn's lips, which had come closer.
"You know what you're doing indeed...
I have a lot of experience. You like ?
It's different... But I really like it. »
Flynn put a hand on Carl's crotch while rubbing his lips and indeed, he was thoroughly enjoying the exercise.
"Are we going to your bed? We will have more space and it will be more comfortable..."
A simple gesture from Carl confirmed his agreement. Standing, Flynn held him close as he moved from one piece of furniture to another. No one thought to turn off the console.
Once they reached the bed, Flynn unbuttoned Carl's Bermuda shorts and pulled it down, exposing the briefs and telltale bump. Once the bundle was removed, Flynn took care of his own clothes before laying down on the bed, arms outstretched, his long penis in full view.
"Let's move on to the experience then... Any cravings ? »
Carl put his hand on Flynn's chest and began to stroke his body. With each pass, his hand went lower until it brushed the pubis of the young man who saw his member slowly engorge with blood. Nose in the navel, Carl was now inhaling his friend's scent fully and his fingers were now venturing into the short fleece, enjoying the sensation and the warmth that emanated from it. He was still a little impressed by the presence of Flynn's manhood so close to his face. Then his mouth landed on it to his surprise.
Might as well go straight for danger, right ? Flynn enjoyed the touch of Carl's lips on his cock. He felt the heart at work put, proof that his friend appreciated the taste of his sex and soon his tongue was activated to fully feel the flavors.
It was just a taste and Carl's mouth filled with Flynn's cock. The latter felt the ardor and the attention given by the tongue and the lips of the young man who was doing well with his first fellatio. Flynn was ecstatic and he was not shy about expressing his pleasure.
"MMM it's good yes, like that. Don't push too hard, it's not worth it and you risk injuring yourself. »
Carl nodded silently, doing his best to keep the best pace possible, slow enough to enjoy the flesh and fast enough to stimulate the offered sex. Flynn felt his pleasure rising and Carl did not show disgust when he felt the first drops of wet tinge his tongue, quite the contrary. The face of the latter showed all his pleasure from fellatio.
Carl applied himself conscientiously and he found a whole host of new sensations there. He slowed his pace and looked at Flynn questioningly.
"Flynn, I like that. But I could also... lick you ? »
Naked on the bed, Flynn looked at his friend, questioning, before understanding.
"Lick my cunt ?
- Yes. I did girls before and I would like to know if I would be able to like yours too..."
Flynn hesitates for a moment before he gets on his knees and spreads his legs.
" Make yourself at home... "
Flynn would have liked the fellatio to continue but this break would do him good after all. And yes, it was not his habit but Carl was a friend and for him he could change his routine a little.
In this position, his stiff penis pointed a little downwards and his testicles hung in the void, releasing all the space devoted to his intimate treasure. The latter was an intense pink, proof that his excitement was growing.
Carl admired the double sex offered. Accustomed to the thing, he was not in the Unknown Land and quickly approached his lips before licking the lips rosy with desire. Flynn groaned his satisfaction at having the chance to experience a double sensation of pleasure that flooded the bodies. Carl's tongue slipped into Flynn's vagina and realized that Carl was very experienced in sensing his friend's gluttony.
He then stepped forward without warning, breaking contact with Carl.
" A problem ?
- Me too, I want to participate a little more, man ! »
Flynn lay down on the bed again and with his hands oriented Carl.
"Come on my head to tail ! You are going to suck me off and give me your cock ! »
Carl towered over Flynn and took his still-stiff cock into his mouth. He quickly felt his own erection become captive to a greedy mouth that went into action.
He enjoyed the induced pleasure but remained busy giving Flynn the same oral pleasure. Carl felt from time to time Flynn play a little with his dangling purses. They were naturally heavy and sensitive to pleasure. Every move Flynn brought him closer to ultimate pleasure. Flynn also enjoyed the powerful clean musk emanating from them. Carl was trying hard to take all of Flynn's manhood and he was succeeding more and more easily. And every time Flynn thought he was done, he started again. He could also feel that Carl was approaching the point of no return to the amount of juice delivered by his member.
Flynn then put his hands on Carl's buttocks and began to spread them a little, running a finger over his friend's intimate ring. He felt under his knuckles the characteristic twitches of the slight pleasure he felt. Flynn would have liked to explore the place more carefully but he was too busy with his pleasure to look for something to lubricate the orifice and Carl did not seem (yet?) ready to conduct such an experiment.
It was just to make Carl moan and Flynn's mouth fills with a bitter white liquor. He felt the jets continue to well up from his sex to empty the heavy orbs while snatching cries of pleasure from his friend thinking he was swallowing the male milk so as not to spoil.
Flynn just had to relax too. Carl was careful to absorb the bitter white liquid as well. Flynn felt his jets fill his mouth and finally, Carl swallowed.
"Bahhh, that's bitter...
Mmm you never drank your own production ? I would have thought that you would have already satisfied your curiosity on this subject...
Pffff, of course, I did... Mine is less acidic, that's all. »
Carl lay down on the bed, catching his breath.
"You know Carl, you suck well.
- You're not bad either Flynn..."
Carl let out a satisfied laugh before moving closer to Flynn's body.
"I thoroughly enjoyed you know.
Enough to want to start over?
Want to make it a regular date?
Is it a way of asking me if I want to be your boyfriend ?
Not at all. Just... Get together from time to time for a moment of pleasure. You know, developing our friendship with a little extra, that's all. I am not looking for a boyfriend at the moment, male or female.
I prefer that. I'm also not looking strictly speaking and having a little extra benefit to our friendship is enough for me.
Me too. »
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The dim light now filtered through the blinds. Its intensity was now high enough to wake Flynn. In full awakening, he looked around him and the evening of the day before came back to him slowly in memory. Despite his headache, his memories were also activated by the more intense sensation than usual coming from his buttocks. Despite this small inconvenience, Flynn felt he finally got a good night's sleep. He saw Carl's hairy back, lying on his side and breathing slowly. Slowly, he stood up and grabbed his found phone, staring at its screen. He lay on the bed for a moment, gazing at the device. Finally, he made his decision. He selected the desired number from memory. The call was made and the caller picked up on the second ring.
« Ryan, I'm listening.
Hey, hi man. Say, next week I won't be free after all. A family problem came to me out of the blue. Do we put it off for another time ?
Oh sorry, but I understand. See you next then.
Thanks for understanding. We'll probably see you later. »
After the usual greetings, Flynn hung up. He once again watched Carl rest in his heavy sleep before crawling back into bed. Ryan was alluring, and tempting, but right now, Carl had priority.
The End.