Author's Note --
This was the second scene I wrote for Efrain and Cory -- back when I was just writing short narratives because I couldn't get anything done because a certain shower scene kept playing in my head. Cory's character has remained mostly the same, but Efrain's character has become too possessive and Indie's character too cold for this to actually happen (not to mention that Preston didn't even exist at this point). I still liked how this came out too much to completely axe it.
I wouldn't completely rule out other "alt" scenes. My boyfriend is still pitching really weird ideas at me. While on a quest to visit Buc-ees, Efrain gets kidnapped by a werebear in a less-clean gas station bathroom, and Cory has to go from kitten to tiger to get his wolfie back. Oh, and the villain is an androgynous transsexual bisexual with blonde cornrows. I'm blaming it on the Nyquil (
puro pinche
flu season!).
Anyway, this scene takes place in January, five months after Cory and Efrain's first hookup.
While Indie's Away (Efrain and Cory ALTERNATE Chapter)
I love a lot of things about my boyfriend, but the only one that comes to mind at the moment is his pale twink ass β taut, muscular, no hair to speak of, and prettily displayed before me. Cory can get a decent tan going, even if he couldn't match my olive skin, but his ass stays pale. One cheek is still a little pink from the slap I'd given it earlier. As I spread apart the florid cheeks, I admire how they contrast with the hands exposing the trembling pink hole.
Hell, even the way my cock looks as I slowly press into him is overstimulating enough to make me cum.
Of course, everything about fucking the guy is overstimulating. The way he fists his hands in the blankets we'd laid out on the floor, the panted pleas for me to take him completely, the spasms I feel around my dick trying to pull me deeper. Still, I know how hot it gets my boyfriend when I tease him. I take my time β pressing forward, pulling back completely, then pressing forward again β filling Cory in agonizing increments. I grip his ass tighter, more to keep myself from giving into the pleading man it belongs to, but it does leave some rather delicious handprints.
Cory arches his back, trying to take my cock in one hard thrust when begging failed, and receives another slap instead. "Fucking hell, 'Rain," he curses between ragged, whimpering moans.
I chuckle wryly, the little spasms around my dick showing me just how much he enjoys being demeaned. "There's plenty of time, Babe," I say while finally bottoming out, enjoying the surprised gasps as I grind the base against his hips. My roommate has plans for the weekend, and I have been holding back all football season so Cory wouldn't be too injured to play. I have behaved and as a reward I am going to take my time nailing Cory's white ass in as many rooms as possible before that loud-mouthed bastard comes home.
***
I have come to realize two things β 1. I really need to remember to contact my roommate when my plans suddenly change, and 2. Efrain has to be some kind of freak wizard to have consumed nearly half of my alcohol stash and talk Cory into fucking in our living room in the hour it took for me to drive back after my weekend trip got canceled at the last minute.
I stand at the threshold, stunned by the barely legal fuckfest going down three yards away. Most of my beer and my last bottle of Jack, or what remains of it, sit forgotten on the coffee table while Efrain kneels on the floor, taking the sandy blonde from behind.
The dude is a sadistic fuck, calling him a "good boy" and slapping his ass hard enough to leave red welts. For his part, this seems to be getting Cory off. His hips shake as he whines for Efrain to please fuck him harder.
While I should be outraged (a whole fucking case of beer and a liter of Jack, for fuck's sake), I instead find myself watching more than I intend to. I had briefly pursued both of them, but nothing came of it. Efrain and I are exclusive tops, so we never got past more than exchanging blow jobs when we were drunk and bored. And I have a stupid hang-up about bi men, and ended up cutting and running in the middle of my only hook-up with Cory. Efrain likes to remind me that that last part cost me a crack at a seriously talented power bottom. I've overheard enough of their fucking in the last five months for the reminders to be unnecessary.
It isn't too late to sneak back to my room and pretend not to see anything, but I am hard and Efrain already noticed me standing there.
"Welcome back," he intones dryly. Cory lifts his head in confusion, and turns red when he notices me. He had to be really embarrassed; the guy has no shame when he's wasted. "Want to join us?"
Before I could apologize and retreat, Efrain narrows his eyes thoughtfully. He holds up his finger as if asking for a moment and grips the blushing man under him. He pulls back his hips before slamming back into Cory's ass. Cory writhes beneath him, panting out a litany of bilingual curses and whimpering cries. "
He
wants you to join." Efrain lacked shame even when he was dead sober.
Laughing, he pulls the other guy, still cursing and panting, up and against his chest, a hand around Cory's throat tilting his head back. "His ass just started spasming like crazy." Then, murmuring against Cory's ear, "Want him to cum in your mouth while I cum in your ass?"
Two pairs of eyes meet mine β hazel eyes amused and sardonic, blue eyes glazed over with arousal and alcohol. Both inviting. Cory pants while Efrain continues to grind his ass on the base of his cock. Since I couldn't really think of anything better to do in the situation, I pull my shirt over my head, grab the Jack, and stand before them.
I drink a mouthful, then a second. Figure I might as well be drunk for this, too.
While, Efrain fucks him with increasing intensity, Cory begins pulling frantically at my fly. Too soon he gives up and wraps his fingers over my waistband as if trying to hold himself up. Pretty likely, with how hard he's getting fucked. I deftly unbutton my fly with one hand, still sipping from the bottle, and Cory unzips me and slides my jeans and boxers over my hips.