Justin nodded.
Mark looked at me. "And are you the bitch who rode him while I was on the phone last week?"
It was my turn to nod.
"Un-fucking-believable." Mark sighed and leaned back. He closed his eyes and wiped his hands over his face.
The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't know what to say, and I could tell Justin didn't either.
"New Orleans," Mark finally muttered. "I can't believe you did it right there in front of me. That's really fucked up. If it wasn't Mac, if it had been a chick, it might have been hot. Are you in love or are you just fucking?"
The question caught us both off guard. While we knew there was something between us, we had not dared to try to quantify it.
"No. I'm not a fag," Justin said. He looked directly into Mark's eyes as he said it.
"You're not a fag?" There was disbelief in Mark's voice and it was easy to see he was getting angry again. "You stick your dick in my brother regularly and you're not gay?"
Justin shrugged. "No. I really like pussy. He's not the first dude I've given it to, but the runt has a hot ass I like to tap every now and then." Seeing Mark tense and look like he was ready to attack, Justin put up his hands and tried to calm him. "I'm not taking advantage of him and I'm not going to hurt him. We have a good thing. I can't say what it is but I know it's a good thing. I like it and it works."
"Fine," Mark responded before asking me the same question. I said I enjoyed what we were doing as well but didn't see it as a forever thing. Seizing the opportunity, I admitted my bisexuality to him.
"Ok," Mark continued. He let out a heavy sigh but appeared no less on edge. "Justin, if you fuck over my brother and treat him like the women you date, I will end you. And Mac, if you're playing some kind of game with Justin I swear I'll kick your ass, little boy. He's my best friend and those are hard to come by. I'm not happy with you guys right now for keeping this from me but you guys are my bros. Just promise no more secrets, ok?"
Justin and I agreed.
"And no more fucking while I'm in the room."
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After I moved in, Justin and I spent many nights together. On occasion, he brought home someone for a threesome which was easily as hot as our time with Lauren. We kept doing our thing for about another year before we both realized it had been fun but it was time for us to move on.
The last time we were together was at Mark's bachelor party. Justin had rented out a room at the beach for the event. All of our male friends from school and some close male relatives were in attendance. Because of the venue and activities, most of us were in swimwear. Justin was topless wearing a pair of board shorts that barely covered the top of his pubes. As he walked around the room, I watched as his shorts slipped lower, exposing more of his firm ass. A few times he caught me staring and gave me a smile. He would then grab his covered crotch and shake it for my pleasure under the guise of adjusting himself.
After putting up with the testosterone-filled activities for a few hours, I decided to leave. I hadn't seen Justin in a while and looked for him to confirm he would be fine taking care of Mark for the rest of the night. Eventually I saw him across the room at the door talking to a woman. As expected, a stripper had arrived and all attention became focused on her as she began to stalk Mark. Justin met my eyes across the distance as the guys formed a circle around the performance. Even though he had people on either side of him, Justin stared at me and massaged his growing cock through the heavy fabric of his shorts. As the crowd cheered when the stripper pulled off her top, Justin adjusted his boner to point the head above his waistband at his hip. There was at least three inches of cock out for everyone to see as he gave it a few strokes. No one seemed to notice and if they did, they didn't say anything or care. With a smile and a nod of his head, he directed me to the back of the room.
"I know this isn't your thing," he said once I met him behind the crowd. "But I figured I'd give you something you'd enjoy." Without hesitation, he lowered his shorts under his balls completely exposing himself. If anyone had turned their head slightly, they would have seen him showing me his dick. He turned me to face the performance, pushed his cock up the leg of my loose shorts and worked it into my hole.
For all the times we had fucked with other people nearby, this was the first time he had intentionally begun to fuck me with people so close since the room in New Orleans. I couldn't stop a low moan from escaping my lips. Thankfully it was as the dancer did something that caused another cheer so it went unnoticed.
As he slowly fucked me, he muttered in my ear about enjoying my ass but wanting to stick it to the stripper. "Guess I have it all, don't I, bro? Fucking your hot ass here watching this equally hot bitch dance around Mark. Everyone else is going to be boned and frustrated when she finishes. Not me. I get to blow in my favorite place: up your tight ass. Look at those fucking tits, man."
It was then I knew what we had had run its course. It was one thing to be a fuck-buddy but I couldn't tolerate being a surrogate for someone else, nothing more than a human fleshlight for his fantasies.
As the stripper finished her set, Justin began to unload into me. I saw Mark stand to thank her. At one point our eyes met. I saw his widen as he realized why Justin was standing so close to me. With a shake of his head, he kept the attention on himself as Justin finished shooting into me. When he saw Justin pull away from me, Mark called him up to thank him for the gift as I left the room.
Justin and I each eventually married nice girls. We, along with Mark, are still close and hang out every chance we get. Ever the tease, Justin still enjoys showing me his cock whenever we get together. And whenever I get the urge for dick, he's the first person I call.
