"Ready," James swallowed as he turned to face Donnie. He hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't the sudden rough hand on his cheek or the assertiveness of Donnie as their lips crashed together. His stomach dropped in revulsion for just a moment before he began to take stock of the experience. It was strange feeling such a strong jaw and stubble against him, the forcefulness of it all sending his heart into overdrive. He was so stunned by it that he just sat there as their lips worked together. Then Donnie slid his tongue into his mouth, and he couldn't stop the small groan he made. That was when his brain caught up with the situation. He began kissing back, pushing into Donnie's mouth, his tongue scraping over stubble before clashing with the other man's.
He felt Donnie move, heard him moan as his hand came to rest on his thigh, squeezing and kneading it while their tongues dueled. He didn't realize how close Donnie had gotten until the other man sat up, and suddenly James was forced back. A hand landed on his opposite thigh, the other gripping his shirt as Donnie moved into him. Instead of pushing away, he felt his arm wrap around his friend's neck while the other planted itself firmly on his chest. Somewhere behind the pounding rhythm of the nü metal and the blood seeming to pound in his ears, he heard snippets of Sarah saying something about, "Goddamn... fucking... you were right... hot..." He honestly didn't give a shit in the moment.
He felt Donnie start to pull back, and he found himself following, wanting to keep their tongues entangled. Donnie pulled completely away, and James felt his heart slam into his chest. The reality of what just happened started to crash down on him--how much he liked it. Before he could say anything, Donnie kissed him again, slower this time. His hands slid up from his thighs to cup his face. Was this really happening? What was he doing? They had the footage so he could stop now, so why was he continuing? He felt the scratch of stubble on his neck as the other man's lips trailed down to his neck, and cologne filled his nostrils. He exhaled with pleasure loud enough to hear over the music, which Sarah had now turned down to better hear the two men's lips and James's soft moans as he nearly writhed against his friend's ministrations.
Donnie continued to kiss and suck his neck for several seconds, slowly moving toward his ear, where he gave a slight nip before whispering, "Fuck, this is making me hard."
James groaned, "I'm not gay."
"Well, lucky for you, I don't like gay men. Do you want to stop?" Donnie whispered, their lips nearly touching.
James shook his head. Glancing over at Sarah, who still held the camera with one hand while the other was sliding down into her pants.
William Control's 'Beautiful Loser' began to play its dark synth tones. Donnie kissed him again, this time taking his time to taste and explore every inch of James' mouth, occasionally stopping to bite or suck on his lower lip. James felt his pulse race as he moaned into the other man's mouth. His hands gripped the other man's shirt while his friend continued to nibble and suck his neck, then up his chin and along his jaw. He'd never been kissed like this before, never been so thoroughly taken over by someone else. Never having felt possessed by another, he'd never been put in a feminine role before. He found that he liked it. Sure, he'd fantasized about being with a man off and on for years, but he'd always assumed that all men had those thoughts and it was simply something they didn't talk about.
"Fuck, you're hot." Donnie groaned as his hands ran through James's hair, gently gripping it. The younger man moaned as his friend pulled his head back and began kissing his neck once more, trailing kisses across his shoulder, sliding the open V-neck of his shirt over as he did so, sucking and biting before working his way back up to James's lips. This time when their tongues clashed, it was James who aggressively pushed forward; he wanted to be tasted and explored. He wanted to be taken.
"Oh shit, James..." he heard Sarah say as he slid a hand up Donnie's thigh. He stopped when he felt the hard length in Donnie's pants, not realizing what it was until he felt it. His stomach dropped.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed, pushing away from Donnie as he gasped for air. His entire body felt hot as though he were suddenly drenched in sweat. He felt out of breath, almost nauseous.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to stop?" Donnie asked as he gently placed a hand on the other man's neck.
He nodded, "Yeah... fuck, man, I'm not gay. I don't know what the fuck just happened. I thought I did, but I'm not into men. That was too much."
Donnie leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "It's okay."
He couldn't deny that the kiss was pleasurable. He also couldn't deny that he felt the cold wetness of precum, which clung to his boxers on his thigh as he shifted. The sickness went away as quickly as it had come, and he once again placed his hand on the hard rod that strained beneath his jeans before slowly running his hand back and forth along its length.
"Fuck, man." He mumbled, glancing at Sarah, who still recorded, her other wrist slowly rotating just above the waistline of her unbuttoned jeans.
He heard the words of the song's second verse, "I wanna fuck, fuck, fuck; I wanna fuck till we bleed, and it's a time crush, baby. I don't want to believe this is my last night on earth, my fucking hell."
He swallowed hard and began unbuttoning Donnie's pants as they continued to kiss.
"I'll never love again..." the song sang.
James' heart pounded in his chest, his nerves on edge as he slowly worked his friend's zipper down. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but at the same time he'd never been so aroused in his life. He wanted to do this. Wanted to do this thing that everyone he'd ever known said was evil and degenerate.
"I'm ready," Donnie whispered as he pulled back. "But only if you want to. If you don't, then I'll leave you alone."
He swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he looked at his friend, their eyes locking for a moment before he turned to look at Sarah, who'd been watching the entire time. Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy, her wrist rotating faster and faster as she rubbed herself beneath her jeans.
He pulled his cock and balls out and just stared for several moments. The head of his cock was dark and swollen, the shaft thick and firm, a single thick branching vein running the length.
"Fuck," James hissed.
"Like it?" Donnie asked.
He nodded, "Fuck yes. I think I do." He turned to Sarah and saw that she was now thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt, her pants pushed down around her ankles and bunched against her dirty red Converse, the camera still firmly held in her free hand. "Are you enjoying yourself?" James asked as he looked at her.
She nodded vigorously, her face flushed.
"Well, don't finish too soon. Put your hand on the seat. I want you to watch up close." He ordered. She groaned but complied.
He turned back to Donnie, who once again took charge. He reached over and grabbed James's shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The younger man moaned into his friend's mouth as they made out, and he began to lightly stroke his cock. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn't the hard rod of flesh that pulsated in his hand or the smooth, tight balls that lay beneath it. He continued to kiss and jerk off his friend for several moments before leaning down and giving the head of his cock a hesitant lick. The taste was similar to his own, though slightly saltier. He found that he liked it and continued to lick around the head. He felt Donnie's fingers in his hair as he began to take his friend's cock in, slowly moving down the shaft while his hand played with his balls. He was surprised by the spongy flesh of the head, marveling at the small things he'd never even considered.
He felt the head hit the back of his throat and gagged. He pulled back, a thin strand of spit stretching from his lip to Donnie's dick. He felt something in him snap. He wanted this cock, and he wanted it now. He grabbed it and began to bob his head up and down, his other hand moving down to cup his friend's balls, squeezing and gently tugging. He heard Donnie moan, and his heart soared. He didn't suck, but instead let his wet mouth and tongue do all the work. He personally hated his own dick actually being sucked and had nearly slapped multiple girls who had tried to do so to him in the past. Instead he focused on tonguing his friend's head and shaft, tasting every inch of it, feeling every vein and ridge as it slid over his tongue and lips.
"Holy fucking shit!" He heard Sarah exclaim as she stared down at the two men.
He pulled off with a sloppy pop before turning to her. "Do you want to taste it?"
