Three Claims Ch. 04

Hey guys! Really appreciate all the support so far! As I have mentioned before, this story has 4 chapters and this is the final one. Please let me know what you think! I have a few more exciting ideas for my next story and I'm excited to start writing them again. In the meantime, enjoy!

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Calum and Alan laid on the bed, staring at each other. The last five hours had been spent with the sexy blonde twink Calum cheating on his boyfriend with the super-confident and attractive 12-inch-dicked jock. Calum was blown away with how good Alan made him feel and cum, and Alan was just as impressed with Calum.

Calum flicked his gaze down to the way Alan's monster cock stood proudly upright as he laid down on his back. He gulped, the sight was still incomprehensible even after he already took that massive cock to the root again and again. He looked up to find the jock studying him intently. Despite the five hours of intense marathon fucking, as they looked at each other's eyes and flushed faces, they knew.

They knew they were still not satisfied with one another.

"We're not done," Alan said. The jock got up, swinging his leg over Calum's relaxed body and maneuvered his way to pull Calum's legs up in the now-familiar stance.

Calum nodded. "No," he agreed. "We're not even close to being done." His legs instantly pulled up, his body twitched seeing the masculine jock already preparing to fuck him again "I want more of your dick. I can't get enough."

Alan's massive shaft clearly didn't look like it was done either. It was still rock hard, towering from his own large body, ready to fuck now more then ever.

Without a word, Alan flipped Calum over onto his hands and knees. He didn't waste no time. He gripped the smaller man's hips and drove his cock back into Calum's waiting hole, forcing his way in through the tight opening once more.

"Ahhh, fuck!" the twink yelped but quickly got into position, arching his back as he felt himself being stuffed to the limit. He found his grasp on the pillows before him and pushed back on Alan's punishing pole. "Dear Lord... How can you still be this hard?"

"You bring out the beast in me, Calum," Alan growled in response. "I'm gonna mark my territory on you. You hear, you better hope you can handle it."

Calum's competitive nature flared up. He wanted to prove that he could handle whatever Alan threw at him. He gripped the pillows tighter and began moving his hips, arching his back even more just to throw himself back at Alan; essentially twerking on Alan's cock making his tight ass jiggle and bounce in exaggerated fashion.

"Dear Lord..." Alan gasped, echoing Calum's words back at him. He was so entranced he had to take a second off from drilling Calum's ass just to admire the view.

"Is that all you've got?" Calum taunted with a clear challenge in his voice. "I thought you said you can make me forget about everything. You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, Alan."

Alan chuckled amusingly, darting his gaze up to where the twink was turning his head at him. "You want better?" he snarled, taunting Calum back. "Oh, I'll give you better. Much better than you can handle."

As if proving his point, he slammed his cock all the way to the root and let his balls rest on Calum's round cheeks. He watched the twink gasp for a couple seconds before he made another balls-deep thrust that made Calum moan.

"Th-that...'s, fuck, so good... More!"

Alan smiled smugly and, wanting to drive his point more, he repositioned himself. He got up and placed his feet flat on the bed, leaning forward to change his angles. He gripped Calum's hips tightly as he began to pound into the writhing gasping twink with ruthless intensity in wild bulldog position.

Calum felt his balance taken away slowly with every brutal thrusts. His upper body was slowly forced down onto the mattress with his ass remaining high in the air and in Alan's harsh grip. The horny twink desperately tighten his grip on the pillows until his knuckles turned white and every inch of muscle contracted from the brutality of Alan's ruthless fucking. "Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" Calum screamed loud, "Fucking hell, Alan!"

"YOU ASKED FOR THIS, YOU LITTLE FUCK SLUT!" Alan roared and only sped up his thrusts even more. The sound of his massive swinging balls slapping against Calum's bubble butt echoed all around them.

"YES YES YESSSS!!!!"

Calum screamed carelessly and Alan had no desire to hold back on him. He now knew Calum was a hungry greedy slut and that he could TAKE IT.

"TAKE IT, YOU CHEATING LIL' BITCH!" Alan snarled. "TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH! YOUR BOYFRIEND CAN NEVER FUCK YOU LIKE THIS!"

"Oh God.... ALAN!"

Calum turned his head and bit the pillow he was holding. His face was red from the heat and contraction. This fuck was even more brutal than before, like Alan wanted to fuck his throat from his ass! Suddenly he heard Alan grunting in effort behind him and he anticipated any other maneuver the jock had in store.

Alan wrapped an arm around Calum's torso and forcefully hauled the smaller man up to his feet. With both of them now standing up on the bed, Alan kicked Calum's legs apart and wrapped his hands around the blonde's hips, holding him in place and with no further warning began to fuck the twink standing up.

Calum's hands flew out to brace himself against the wall, his fingers splayed for balance as Alan's massive cock pounded into him from behind. The new position allowed Alan's feet to act as a purchase for him to balance himself from how hard he was fucking the knockout twink.

"OH FUCKKKKK!"

Calum nearly fell forward but ended only with his face pressing against the cold cracked wall. His entire body shook and trembled in Alan's arms who kept holding him in place to drive his footlong cock over and over again into his tight ass. Calum's trembling feet got him -- and Alan who had no choice but to follow behind -- to walk unstably closer and closer to the headboard. The bed was in constant protest of their hard fucking. Their sweat was pouring down collectively creating a swamp on the very bed.

"FUCK ME, ALAN! FUCK ME HARDER!"

"UGHHH FUCKING TAKE THIS, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Alan roared as his hips kept on moving like an ass-fucking machine. "YOUR BOYFRIEND NEVER FUCKED YOU LIKE THIS, DID HE?"

"NO! Never like this! You're ruining me for him!"

Alan responded with a savage roar, his thrusts were brutal and getting more pointed to Calum's pleasure spots. "GOOD! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU CRAVE FOR MY COCK EVERY TIME YOU FUCK HIS SMALL COCK! ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Alan was unable to hold his orgasm back and his massive cock pumped load after load of sperm inside Calum. The sensation of Alan's hot seed flooding his insides pushed Calum over the edge again, and he came untouched, his own cock spraying cum all over the wall and headboard.

"ALAN!" Calum screamed. "OH GOD, ALAN! I'M CUMMING!"

Alan's hands held the blond twink in place as he emptied himself inside. "YES, CALUM!" he roared. "CUM FOR ME BABYYYY! CUM HANDS FREE FROM MY COCK!"

Calum's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open wide and screaming loud as his orgasm crashed over him. He had totally lost count at how many times Alan had made him cum handsfree from his cock alone. The jock was a machine made for giving pleasure to hungry bottoms.

Alan's hunger for Calum seemed neverending. His hips continued to move, sliding his massive cock in and out of Calum's tender hole in the aftermath of his own orgasm. Calum's tight hole twitched and flexed around him, milking and squeezing him in. Fuck, Calum had such a greedy hole!

After a few minutes, Alan's thrusts sped up again and his breath got short. Suddenly he buried himself deep inside Calum, his cock pulsating wildly as he came again. "FUCK, CALUM! YOU HAVE THE BEST FUCKING PUSSY!!!"

Calum was beyond shocked. He couldn't make sense on how Alan could recharge so fast and then still cum so hard inside him! Alan pulled out his shaft that was glistening with his own massive load. He stroked himself furiously and aimed his load at Calum's smooth back. He came over and over, painting Calum's back white with thick creamy ropes of cum.

Alan looked full of rage and his cock was still rock hard. His massive shaft, dripping with cum, slipped back into Calum's asshole. The blonde let out a shuddering moan as he felt Alan fill him again, just seconds after he felt Alan's cum splattering his skin. But despite the initial soreness, his body welcomed the hot intrusion back.

The two began, or rather continued, fucking hard. Due to how rough and uncontrolled they were fucking, they collapsed backwards onto the bed together. Alan's strong arms wrapped around Calum's waist as they both fell hard until Alan felt his sweaty back against the now-damp sheets.

This time Calum took the initiative, lifting himself up and then slamming back down onto Alan's shaft. He quickly found a rhythm, swiftly moving to ride the muscular jock in reverse cowboy.

Alan closed his eyes, feeling the pleasure coming from Calum's ass fucking his cock wildly. Holy fuck, he thought. Calum was going on it real good! When he opened his eyes, he was presented with the view of Calum's tight bubble ass bouncing obscenely as the twink rode his cock, fucking himself with the jock's giant cock.

Calum was relentless. He took Alan's cock to the root and pulled himself up on his knees only to drop down just as quickly as he moved up. Alan became crazy with lust. He watched the small sexy twink fuck his cock, those round ass cheeks bouncing up and down like a pogo stick, revealing and covering the view of his massive cock in what seemed to be just split of seconds. The horny twink moved like a mad man, moving every muscle in his slender twinky frame to fuck himself over and over.

Alan found himself grunting and gritting his teeth, feeling a level of pleasure that was off the charts even for him. For the first time in his life, he met someone as sexual as Calum. He had finally found his match! He had no idea what he had just unleashed, but he was more than eager to take himself to the limits with this amazing twink. With how fast Calum shifted from collapsing onto the bed to riding the fuck out of Alan's footlong cock, Alan was worried that Calum would injure and literally break his cock but the twink seemed to know what he was doing as he expertly bounced on Alan's cock in the most perfect and precise angle.

Alan's hands slid up Calum's sides, his fingers tracing the blonde's subtle curves appreciatively. "GOD DAMN! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! YOU'RE FUCKING WILDDDDD!!! IT'S LIKE YOU'RE GOING CRAZY FOR COCK, FUCK!"

If he could have just seen the way Calum looked from the other side, Alan would see just how right he was. Calum's face was turning into porn fuel. The twink's eyes rolled back, glazing with lust. His mouth opened as he let out a long, endless, wordless scream. His toes curled as they gripped the bed sheets underneath him. His fingers trembled at the effort to hold his body up as he bounced up and down. Eventually he leaned forward just enough to place both of his hands in front of him on the bed, using all four of his limbs to continue riding Alan's cock at a frantic pace.

Alan didn't know where else to look at other than Calum's bouncing ass. The view was hypnotizing! The way the slender muscles in Calum's lower back rippled with each movement, the way his hole clenched around Alan's cock, those soft cheeks bouncing... it was a sight to behold for any conscious top.

Feeling Alan's intense gaze, Calum looked back over his shoulder with a smug smile playing on his lips. He deliberately slowed his movements, arching his back to give Alan an even better view. "Like what you see?" he purred.

Alan had to stop his breath for a moment to swallow his hungry spit before barely muttering between his gritting teeth, "Fuck yes... I can watch you bounce on my cock all day.

"Maybe I'll let you," Calum said meaningfully, opting to keep riding.

Alan got up on his elbows to get closer to Calum's hot bouncing body. He gulped again and again, his mind still couldn't get over the fact of how hot Calum looked, and how incredible sex with him was.

Calum was still looking back, and still riding the shit out of Alan's cock. The dumb out-of-breath look on Alan's face was enough to keep his motivation going, boosting his confidence as his body kept on moving and bouncing. Alan's eyes finally moved from the view of Calum's hypnotizing ass and found the twink looking at him. Their eyes met, and surge of energy filled both of them.

Alan leaned back, resting his back on the bed again, but he wasn't giving his body any rest. He planted his feet firmly on the bed, tensed the muscles on his powerful legs, and began to thrust upward, meeting Calum's movements.

The blonde's head turned, returning his sight to the wall in front of him and leaned back, planting his hands on Alan's chest for support as he rode the jock's massive cock.

Their bodies moved together perfectly as they fucked each other hard. Alan's hips snapped upward, plunging his thick massive shaft deep into Calum's tight hole, while the twink bounced and rolled his hips, taking Alan's endless length to the hilt.

They moved like seasoned porn stars, their bodies slick with sweat, muscles rippling with each thrust and bounce. Only difference was they were moving completely on instinct with a need to give as good as they take. Nothing was scripted for any directors. No extra support or supplements. No cuts in-between fucking. This was the real deal.

"Fuck, Alan," Calum huffed, digging his fingers into the jock's strong thick chest.

Alan suddenly sat up and took Calum's slender body with him. He wrapped his powerful arms around Calum's torso as he pulled the twink's back against his chest. They were now pressed together tightly skin against skin. They could feel the heat radiating off each other's hot bodies up close.

Alan didn't restrain himself when it came to enjoying every inch of Calum's body. His large hands roamed over Calum's torso, caressing the smaller man's taut skin. His grip was rough and desperate. He still couldn't believe the beautiful Calum Channing was at his mercy and all his to touch and fuck.

Calum's head fell back onto Alan's shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of being held and filled by the powerful jock. The touch of Alan's massive hands was nearly as electrifying as his massive cock inside him.

Alan felt Calum leaning back, falling over him, and his lips curled into a smirk against Calum's neck. He grabbed Calum's chin and pulled Calum's head to face him. They stared into each other's eyes lustfully for a moment before their faces leaped to a hot wet kiss.

Their tongues met and twisted, moving to fuck each other's throat hotly. They devoured each other hungrily and while their tongues battled, their lower bodies were still slamming into one another as Alan kept on guiding Calum's ass up and down his cock.

One of Alan's hands traveled up to Calum's nipples, prompting the twink to moan against his mouth; lips still locked together in a hot kiss. Calum gasped into it, his back arching and his body writhing as Alan played with his sensitive buds. Alan's touch sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core, making his hole clench around Alan's thick shaft.

"Ahhhhhh, Alan!" Calum whimpered, breaking the kiss with a string of spit. "You're driving me crazy."

Alan chuckled darkly. "Mmmmm that's good," he mumbled against Calum's cheek. "I want to drive you crazy."

Calum leaned back against Alan's muscular chest, surrendering himself completely to Alan's strong arms as the two kept fucking passionately. His head fell back onto Alan's shoulder, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Alan enjoyed the way Calum fell into him. He fastened his hold on the twink's body, his hands were almost crossing over Calum's torso. The twink gasped and let his fingers grip Alan's forearms tightly while the jock took such liberty on his body.

"Ughhh, you know... your body belongs to me from now on," Alan growled on Calum's neck.

"Mmmmmhhh yes! I'm all yours! You can have your way whenever you want."

Satisfied with the response, the tall stud swiftly moved to the edge of the bed with Calum in his arms. He sat down on the edge with his legs spread wide and his feet on the floor. He positioned the shorter twink between his thighs, so that Calum's back was still pressed against Alan's chest.

Calum was still sticking closely against Alan in this new position. The blonde's legs were trapped between Alan's, the jock's muscular thighs squeezing them together.

"Fuck," Calum breathed. "I can feel you in my stomach."

As confirmation, Calum's hand ran to his belly where he could almost feel, barely, how Alan's monster 12-incher were reshaping his insides. He relaxed his body into the jock's strong embrace. His hands stayed on his stomach and he could feel the distinct outline of Alan's massive cock from the outside skin.

"Oh my god," he gasped as his fingers traced the shape of Alan's shaft through his abdomen. "I can actually feel you, Alan. You're so fucking deep. SO fucking deep!"

"Mhmm..."

Alan only mumbled as he moved his hands over Calum's, keeping them pressed on Calum's stomach so they could, together, feel Calum's flat stomach bulging out from his massive cock.

This was all too much for Calum to keep in. Calum's body convulsed, his hole clamping down around Alan's cock as he came and now spilled his load onto the floor.

"Oh fucking hell, Alan!" Calum screamed as his body was used as a cock socket, being thrown up and down Alan's towering pillar. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard!"

But Alan never stopped his pace as he growled over Calum's neck. "Fuck yeah, slut. Cum again. Cum all over the fucking floor you fucking bitch. Cum from my cock. I'm not fucking stopping now."

Calum kept convulsing wildly in Alan's tight grip. His body twisted and his hands reached around the back to grab Alan's hair causing the jock to respond with a tighter grip on his hips.

It was around this time, when Alan kept plowing into Calum, that the blonde's eyes drifted to the window. Looking out the window, he first noticed the unmistakable sight of the first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon. The dark of the night was slowly swallowed by the rising sun and that was when the realization hit him: they had been fucking all night. Like, literally.

"Alan... oh, fuck," Calum tapped Alan's shoulder with his eyes staring out the window. "Look..."

Alan slowly pulled his gaze away from Calum's trembling body and drove his eyes to the window. "Fuck," he muttered, his thrusts slowing slightly. "We've been at it all night."

Calum nodded weakly and added. "All night and all morning... Fuck, you're insatiable!"

Alan chuckled behind him, "You're one to talk, pretty boy." Then with a deep heavy grunt, Alan stood up. He carefully took Calum with him, making sure his cock would stay lodged inside the twink. He began to walk towards the window, and Calum had no choice but to follow along with every step.

Eventually they got close enough to the window and Calum found his face pressed against the cold glass as Alan positioned them so that they were both directly facing the rising sun. Without missing a beat, Alan grabbed Calum's waist and continued clapping his cheeks.

"Look at that, slut," Alan lowly grunted. "The sun is rising and I'm still fucking you so hard. Fuck."

Calum struggled to focus as the pleasure was glazing over his eyes, but he managed to look out to see the sun rising higher. "Ahh, Alan," he whimpered, his fingers now moved to be splayed against the glass. "So... hard... You're fucking me so deep like this... so good..."

Alan kept Calum's face pressed against the window, and they both looked down into the yard of the frat house. The signs of the previous night's party were scattered everywhere. Empty beer cans and crunched plastic cups could be found all over the place, and some passed-out partygoers were even sprawled out on the lawn.

One particularly hungover-looking guy stumbled out of the house, shielding his eyes from the rising sun. He looked up, and stared at the window where Alan and Calum were fucking. His eyes widened when he caught the two staring at him, naked and obviously fucking, and he quickly looked away, gagging and stumbling towards the bushes.

Alan chuckled, his hips never slowing down on their assault. "Someone's not feeling so great," he hummed. "Probably shouldn't have drunk so much last night."

Calum giggled weakly, his body trembling with each relentless thrust of Alan's massive cock. "Mmm, you think he should've stayed up all night fucking instead?"

"Hahaha," Alan's chuckle turned into a pointed, arrogant laugh. "I guess not everyone can keep up with us, huh?"

Then he leaned in closer to Calum's ear. "Especially not.. many people.. like.. you..," he gasped between each word. "You're just a little thing..., fuck, such a cute skinny twink... but fuck, you can take my cock like mad. You have some stamina, baby. Where did you even have it all stored up?."

Calum felt his pride swell up and his face flushed at the compliment, his lips curved to a smug smile. "Well, I do have to keep up with you," he pointed out by driving his hips back in sync with Alan's thrusts. "Someone's got to show you what a real fuck session looks like."

Alan liked the now-confident and smug-as-hell Calum. Calum was a great fucking bottom and he had earned the right to be a little cocky in that regard. "Oh, I think you've proven your point," he responded.

Suddenly Calum's curiosity got the better of him. He tilted his head back to look at Alan. "Hey, uhhhh... Alan," he called breathlessly as his body was still bouncing on the jock's massive shaft. "How many people have actually survived your famous five-hour onslaught?"

Alan's eyebrows shot up. He had clearly not expected this question but as he took in the words, he smiled proudly. "Well, well, well. Look who's curious now," he drawled.

Even as he looked like he was taking his time to think, his hips were still thrusting into Calum.

"Honestly? Not many," he finally admitted. "Most people can't handle me for more than an hour or two before begging for mercy or just straight up passing out. But you... You're different," he said bluntly. "I've never met anyone who could keep up with me like you can. You're a fucking machine. I'm really impressed."

Calum felt his cheeks flushing. It was weirdly erotic to get the confirmation that he had indeed managed to keep up with Alan more than anyone ever had. Calum was already a confident person; a far cry from your usual shy reserved twink, but now he had one more reason to be confident about himself. Even though this latest reason was tied to him being a slutty cheating boyfriend of Dean.

He turned his head and met Alan's smirking face when the jock's expression suddenly became serious. "But don't get any ideas, slut," Alan added quickly, his tone becoming harsh. "This doesn't mean anything. We're just two people who happen to be really good at fucking. That's it."

Calum nodded, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance at the jock's inability to 'not' be an ass. "Of course I know that. I'm not stupid," he agreed, throwing one last wit before turning his face back to the window before him, "You mean absolutely nothing to me but a hot body and good dick."

Alan's expression softened slightly, and his trademark smirk reappeared. "Good," he stated, "That makes the two of us then."

As if to drive the point home, Alan's hands reached forward to Calum's face. Not to pull him in for a kiss, no, but he roughly shoved all his fingers --save for his thumbs-- inside Calum's open mouth.

"MmmmmmPPPhhhhmmmm!!!"

Alan's hands took Calum in shock. The twink's eyes were wide open and glassy with tears just as his mouth was being forcefully opened by Alan's manly fingers. The jock was grinning and gritting his teeth behind him, enjoying the way the twink responded to his rough treatment. He was mirroring one of the hardcore rough porn he had watched before. It was clear there was nothing intimate in what they were doing right now. They were both fucking to fuck! Alan was using Calum's body like a life-sized fucktoy and Calum was more than eager to service the hung stud.

"Mmmmhhhhffffgggghhhhhtttt! Ayyaaaannnnn!!!!"

They continued their marathon fuck session while the sun was starting to rise higher in the sky. They had spent approximately more than eight hours fucking since they first started, and yet they were both still going at it.

Alan's monster cock had become slick with sweat and cum and the walls of Calum's hole were just as slick. The tender opening looked red and raw, ruined from all the pounding it took but the blonde still wasn't showing any physical resistance.

"Damn, bitch, are you still going?" Alan asked in short breaths. He was truly shocked at how well Calum was holding up. Most people would have passed out hours ago.

Calum smirked, his eyes glazed over with intense desire. He just turned his head slightly, pressing one cheek against the glass and said, "Mmmm don't you remember what I said, big boy? I can take whatever you throw at me...."

Alan shook his head in disbelief. He briefly recalled their interaction at class that one day, where Calum had said exactly that. Alan was trying to put a move on the twink, and Calum was turning down every single pass he made. But now, he had his cock sliding in and out of Calum's cum-packed ass.

Putting it in perspective made Alan's cock surged and he rewarded Calum with more brutal thrusts. "Fuck, you're something else," he muttered.

Without warning, Alan pulled his massive cock out of Calum's hole, eliciting a whimper of protest from the blonde. But before Calum could complain, Alan had turned him around and his hands went down to clutch Calum's perky ass tightly.

Calum wrapped his hands around Alan's neck and got on his tippy toes as they kissed. Alan's hands roughly plyed Calum's soft cheeks, slapping them and kneading them like dough, rolling his fingers over the pale smooth skin until it was red. Calum jumped several times from taking Alan's burstful groping but he leaned into it even more in response; arching his back and using his hold on the jock's upper back to pull him down and give a better access.

Without breaking the kiss, Alan suddenly lifted Calum up by his ass. Calum instinctively wrapped his legs around Alan's waist, letting the jock carry him. It wasn't a long journey, as Alan only took a couple steps forwards to rest Calum down on the windowsill.

Calum broke this kiss and smirked finding himself sitting on the windowsill. He immediately pulled his legs away and leaned back on the glass, presenting his raw cum-leaking hole. The window was low enough so that when Alan slightly lifted Calum's legs up either side of him, his hole was perfectly positioned at the same height as Alan's shaft. The jock took advantage of this, grabbing Calum's hips and slamming his thick length back into the blonde's raw, aching hole.

"Ahh, fuck!" Calum cried out. As soon as Alan had buried himself balls deep inside, Calum returned his legs to once again wrap around Alan's waist and lower back. He clung to the jock's body, his arms also clinging onto Alan's neck, allowing the bigger man to pound into him mercilessly.

Alan's hands moved from Calum's hips to gripp the windowsill on either side of Calum. With the position settled, his hope began moving with a fierce primal energy.

Alan and Calum's faces were just mere inches apart and they could look directly into each other's eyes as they fucked hard. They stared at each other with a hungry lustful gaze connecting them. Calum could see it; the pure admiration reflected in Alan's eyes.

Alan pounded Calum harder, seeing the twink's gorgeous face getting hot and sweaty from their intense sexual battle. They struggled to keep their eyes open from the constant pleasure electrifying them, but when they opened they were wide and glazed. Both of their mouths hung open, gasping and panting together as Alan's shaft stretched Calum to his limits. Alan's expression was intense, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to make both of them cum.

They got even more aggressive with every thrust. In the heat of the moment, their mouths crashed together and almost immediately they had their tongues lodged inside each other's throat, fucking as hard as their lower bodies had. Their mouths clashed and twisted together with what could be described as wicked. They came over and over, Alan bursting Calum's ass with his load until they overflowed and Calum shooting across both their torsos with his, but neither even thought about stopping.

So horny and hungry they were for one another, neither of them noticed Calum's phone buzzing incessantly on the floor, in the pool of their discarded clothes from earlier. The phone vibrated loudly against the wood with each incoming message or call. But as loud as those sounds were, they were too lost in their own world to even hear it.

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Dean's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was the sun light shining through the window of his dorm room. His head was throbbing and flashes of the night before came to his mind. He had been drinking. Rather excessively at that. He groaned, rolling over and grabbing his phone from the nightstand. His eyes were barely open as he tried to scroll any messages he might have missed on his phone.

His body still felt heavy so he slumped back down on his bed before taking another look at his phone. In it, he saw several missed calls and texts from his friends. And then, his gaze landed on the time. It was almost 9.

Dean's thoughts then turned to his boyfriend. He remembered that Calum had been with him at the party. Him and his friends must have brought Dean back to the dorm together. Dean smiled, thinking of how sweet and caring his boyfriend was, always looking out for him even when he was making a fool of himself.

Without a second thought, Dean tried to dial Calum's number, completely unaware of the scene happening at the frat house at this very moment.

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As Dean's fingers fumbled with his phone, trying to call Calum, the blonde twink was too focused on the massive cock stretching his hole and the aggressive kiss crushing his lips to hear the ringing tone from the pile of clothes on the floor. His phone remained ignored as the screen lit up with Dean's name before flicking to voicemail.

Dean listened to the empty ringtone and felt confused. "Weird," he said to himself as he rolled out of bed. Just as he tried to stand up, he stumbled slightly. His head was still fuzzy from the alcohol.

Then he looked at his phone again and saw he had been switched to voicemail. "Calum is probably still sleeping off last night," he told himself, completely unaware of the rough animal fuck currently happening at the frat house, oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend was currently being used as a human fuck toy by the campus jock. He had no reason to suspect Calum's loyalty. He completely trusted Calum and the thought that Calum might be cheating was the furthest thing in his mind.

And the closest thing to reality.

"Hey Calum, it's Dean," he said in the voicemail he left to Calum. "Just want to check in and see how you're doing. I'm feeling pretty rough after last night haha. Give me a call when you get the chance, okay? Love you"

As Dean sent the excited voicemail to Calum's phone, he was unaware that Alan was mercilessly pounding into Calum's tight hole, stretching the blonde to his absolute limits, and beyond. Calum's body convulsed, his hole clamping down around Alan's cock as YET another orgasm ripped through him.

"Ahh, fuck!" Calum screamed, his voice hoarse from hours of screaming aloud. "Alan! I'm cumming again! Holy shittttt!!!!"

Alan's pace never faltered. Calum's body was in a constant state of orgasm, his hole flexing around Alan's massive cock as the jock relentlessly pounded him. His face went crazy stupid like some hentai characters, his eyes rolled back showing their whites and his mouth hanging open with his tongue lolling out.

If he had just the time to stop and think, he would have found it crazy that before last night he never knew what a hands-free orgasm felt like, and in just one night his body had become accustomed to it feeling like a second nature. But Alan wasn't giving him any time to think. Not when the tall muscular jock kept making him cum by fucking him so good...

"Oh god, oh my FUCKING god... Alan, please... I can't... I CAN'T STOP FUCKING CUMMING..."

Alan watched Calum fall apart right in front of his eyes but he just chuckled. His hips kept moving with a brutal unrelenting pace. "You're fucking good, baby," he commented. "You can really take everything."

After a while of fucking Calum senseless in this position, Alan finally let go and released another batch of fresh hot cum inside the twink's ass. Alan buried himself deep inside Calum's hole and held still, his massive cock pulsing as he filled the blonde with his hot, sticky cum. Calum screamed, his body convulsing violently as another orgasm tore through him, his own cock shooting over Alan's abs.

But even as he came down from his high, Alan wasn't done with him yet. The jock wrapped his strong arms around Calum's small, spent body and lifted him up, carrying the twink across the room to a large wooden table in another corner of the room.

"Time for the next round," Alan said breathily. He had passed the point of no return. He was so determined to fuck Calum until he couldn't anymore. He laid Calum out on the table, spreading the blonde's legs wide and once again exposing his pink, puffy hole to the cool air. He whistled, Calum's asshole still magically looked delicious and tight. The sight of his cum pouring out like a fountain only made his cock throb.

Calum laid sprawled on the table. He tried to catch his breath. Despite the exhaustion and the soreness, he looked at Alan with such deep smug lust. He had lasted longer than he ever had with Dean. With Dean, they always fuck for ten minutes or less, but now Calum had taken Alan's cock all night and morning and still begging for more.

They were ready to fuck again even after more than ten hours...

With Alan looming over him, his massive form casting a shadow over Calum's petite body, the twink's eyes latched onto Alan's with similar determination. He reached out, his small hand wrapping around Alan's fat cock, guiding it back to his pink hole.

"Come on, stud," Calum purred in his most seductive voice. He smiled feeling the monster in his hand twitch. "You're not done yet, are you? I know you can go again. And again. And again..." He spread his legs wider, lifting his hips off the table slightly. "Fuck me, Alan. Show me what a real man can do. Destroy me."

Alan's eyes flashed excitedly. This little twink was something else. He puffed his chest out as he grabbed his own cock before slamming that monster back into Calum's hole without hesitation, making the blonde scream.

"You want to know what a real man can do?" Alan snarled, his hips moving with a brutal force as he pounded into Calum. "You're going to be limping for days once I'm done with you, pretty boy. I'm going to fuck you against every surface in this room. The wall, the couch, the fucking floor. Everywhere. We've gone so far. We're not backing down now."

His hands pulled Calum onto his cock over and over again. The table creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, threatening to break.

"Oh shit! Yes, Alan! Fuck me harder! Break the table, break me! I can take it, I can take anything you give me!"

Alan leaned down to deliver sharper and more pointed thrusts. Calum's hands scrabbled at Alan's back instantly, digging his nails into the jock's tough skin as he urged him on.

"So big! You're so big, so fucking big! OH YES DESTROY MEEEE!!!"

Alan smiled devilishly as he could hear every gasped breath Calum took. He was addicted to the feeling of fucking the pretty boy completely, he had never felt this recharged and full of power when fucking someone else. He simply just had to fuck Calum over and over, and his body seemingly refused to give out to exhaustion. His hips were moving with a relentless pace as he fucked Calum into the table with desire to claim this hot twink to himself.

Calum came again, adding another load of cum to paint all over his and Alan's torso. He was shaking so hard and Alan only kept on pummeling his ass harder. The table shook beneath them, protesting how hard they were fucking but neither cared. Certainly not Alan, who was transfixed in watching Calum come undone.

With a roar, the jock soon followed Calum to the edge, his massive cock pulsing as he filled the blonde's hole with yet another load of hot, sticky cum. But even as he came, his hips never stopped moving, fucking Calum through their orgasms.

The force of their fucking was eventually becoming too much for the table to withstand. With a loud crack, the furniture gave way beneath them, breaking into splinters and a pile of broken wood. Thankfully Alan managed to catch Calum before the twink's convulsing body fell down with it, wrapping his strong arms around the blonde's waist and lifting him up.

Alan didn't even slow down, his hips continuing to move as he held Calum up effortlessly, fucking the twink in mid-air.

"Oh my god, Alan! You're so fucking strong! I can't believe you're still fucking me like this! AHHH FUUUCCCCKKKKK ALANN!!! FUUUCKK! OH GODDDDD AARRGHHHHHH HOLLYYYY FUUUCKKKK... AHHHHHFUUUCKK YEAHHHH!!! FUUUCKKKK MEEEE!!!" Calum screamed uncontrollably, his hands finding purchase around Alan's neck as he was thoroughly fucked in the air. His voice was bouncing on the walls, the echo returning back to him as the wall shook around them.

Alan was overstimulated with all the screaming Calum was doing. He had scored his target just right, making a mess out of the fucking hot twink. His arms flexed in an effort to hold Calum's weight. His core, spine, thighs, legs, and shoulders all contracted to give the twink the most brutal fucking. He was straining from the effort, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed every second of it. Calum just felt that good.

"You like that, don't you?" Alan snapped, breathing hot air against Calum's sweaty neck. "You like being manhandled by a real stud. You like being fucked like the little slut you are."

"You're a madman, Alan!" Calum said sharply after he came down from screaming like a cat in heat. "A fucking madman! OH! You... just can't stop fucking, uh, ME!"

Alan just laughed, shaking his head wildly bringing his sweat flying around. "You're the insatiable one, pretty boy," he growled. "You're the one who keeps begging for more... fuck, taking everything I give you... and just keep asking for more. Why... why should I deny you what you want? You're a fucking glutton for cock. I'm just here to solve your hunger for COCK."

Alan's hips never slowed, pounding into Calum's ass without missing a beat. Calum's body bounced in Alan's arms as he, too, started to use his hold on Alan's shoulder to throw himself up and down Alan's magnificent cock.

Alan's strength and stamina seemed endless as he easily carried Calum across the room, and Calum never once let go as all his limbs were now locked tightly around Alan's powerful frame.

They reached a small cabinet and Alan immediately slammed Calum down on it, making the wood groan under the sudden impact. Calum unwrapped his hands from Alan's neck to lean back on the furniture. His hands scrabbled at the cabinet, his nails digging into the wood as Alan fucked him hard. His legs were still wrapped around Alan's waist, his toes curling and digging into the jock's firm buttocks as he urged him on:

"Harder, Alan! Fuck me harder! Break this cabinet too!"

Alan obliged, his thrusts becoming even more violent. Sure enough, the cabinet soon creaked and shook. With a loud crack, the cabinet gave way, and just like before they escaped the ruins before they could get seriously hurt.

With the cabinet collapsing, it marked the point in Alan and Calum's fucking where they totally lost control. They moved from surface to surface, fucking wildly against every piece of furniture in the room, and destroying them like a tide wave. Chairs were overturned, the wardrobe door was torn off its hinges, and the nightstand was broken down into pieces.

They fucked against the walls, leaving scuff marks and cracks in their wake. Even the ottoman was just tossed aside. The cotton stuffing of the ottoman was spilling out from Calum biting and harshly grabbing the cushion as Alan bent him over it and pounded into him from behind.

But the most surprising destruction came when they climbed onto the bed. Alan forcefully pulled Calum's hands after the twink had just ripped the ottoman to shreds and flipped him over onto his back on the bed just to fuck him savagely. In no time the bed frame was creaking and groaning under the force of their fucking. The entire bed collapsed, the mattress hit the floor with a loud sharp thud as the frame shattered into pieces.

Still, the two were barely affected and just continued on fucking. Hours had passed, and yet neither wanted to stop just yet. Alan was addicted to the tight, hot feeling of Calum's hole gripping his cock, and Calum was equally hooked on the massive shaft splitting him open.

Their bodies glistened like they were bathing in oil. Every grip had become slick from the sweat pouring out of their pours. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cum, but the more they sweat and cum the more energized their senses were to fuck, so it became a loop.

"Fuck, Calum," Alan grunted with extra effort as all his energy was distributed to fucking Calum as hard as he could. "I can't get enough of fucking you. I'm gonna fuck you forever, pretty boy. I'm gonna keep you as my slut cumdump."

Calum could only respond weakly as he had spent hours screaming and yelling about how good Alan was fucking him. He could feel another orgasm building. One of many countless orgasms he had had since Alan first fucked him.

"Yes, Alan. Keep fucking me. Fuck me forever..."

The bed springs even started to appear, piercing through the mattress as they continued to fuck and roll around the bed. Noticing the springs jumping out near Calum's head, Alan suddenly grabbed Calum and lifted him off the mattress. Without a word, he carried Calum off the bed and began to fuck him all over the floor.

They rolled around on the floor, Alan's huge twelve-inch cock relentlessly pounding into Calum's tight hole. They fucked all over the place and eventually they found themselves in the middle of the room. They didn't look like a couple who'd been fucking all night, they moved like they just started fucking. Calum's hole was raw and sore, stretched to its limits by Alan's massive girth. But the blonde was beyond caring, lost in a haze of pleasure and forgotten exhaustion.

Their grunts and moans filled the room, threatening to pop off their own ears as they continued trying to fuck each other into oblivion.

At some point, Alan rolled onto his back on the floor, pulling Calum on top of him. The sweaty twink immediately started bouncing on the jock's enormous cock like crazy..

"FUCK, ALAN! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Calum screamed without shame or worry of anyone hearing. He didn't care at all.

"FUCK IT, SLUT!" Alan roared back. "BOUNCE ON MY COCK LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE CUM DUMPSTER YOU ARE!"

Their voices spun around them as they screamed and grunted together. The floor was covered in a thick layer of their sweat, and cum beneath them.

The violent session concluded with both of them cumming together. Alan pulled Calum down to muffle his climactic scream with a rough kiss, but the kiss only intensified the pleasure they felt and ended up with both of them groaning louder against each other's mouth.

And they still weren't satisfied...

Alan rolled Calum over, preparing to fuck him missionary. Suddenly the door to the room burst open with a loud bang. A tall, muscular man, one of the frat brothers, stood in the doorway. His face was red with anger.

"ENOUGH!" the guy, whoever it was, yelled at both of them. "For fuck's sake, guys. You two have been at it all night, all morning, and all afternoon! The whole house is hungover and trying to clean up, and you're still going at it like a couple of rabbits!"

Alan and Calum froze. Their bodies were still intertwined. The blonde's hole was stretched obscenely around Alan's massive shaft, and the jock's cock was still buried deep inside him.

The frat brother shook his head looking at them, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, I get it. You two are into each other, and that's cool. But GOD, it's already 3 PM! The rest of the house has been cleaning up since 9, and you two have been fucking the entire time. How can we get everything clean properly with you guys sounding like there's an earthquake in here!"

The two shared a few seconds of silence before scrambling in panic. Alan and Calum finally separated, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. They searched all over the floor for their phones, eventually finding them amidst the debris. When they checked the time, their eyes widened in shock.

"Holy shit," Calum gasped, holding up his phone. "It's already 3. We've been at this for... 16 hours straight?"

Alan blinked, processing the information. "I guess we lost track of time," he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. "Sorry, man. We didn't mean to disturb everyone."

Calum realized he was standing naked in front of another man --other than Alan-- and quickly scrambled to gather his clothes. His face flushed with embarrassment as he hastily put them on.

The frat brother walked further into the room and shook his head overlooking the state of the bedroom. "Dude, Maurice is going to lose his shit when he sees this mess," he said motioning to the destroyed walls and furniture.

Alan sighed defeatedly. "I know, I know. I'll pay for all the damages, don't worry. I'll talk to him and, ugh, get everything fixed."

Calum's hands shook slightly as he zipped up his jeans but he finally finished putting his clothes back on. He was still burning with embarrassment and avoided eye contact with the frat brother.

"Thanks for letting us know," Alan said, clapping the frat brother on the shoulder. He gestured his head towards the still-embarassed twink.

The guy got the hint, sighed and left the room, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him. Alan quickly gathered his clothes and began putting them back on. His movements were more practiced then Calum's, like he had done it many times.

Calum leaned against the wall and watched him, his eyes trailing over Alan's muscular form. Even after 16 hours of nonstop fucking, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight of the jock's hot body.

"I can't believe we fucked for that long," Calum whispered. "I... I didn't think that's even possible."

Alan glanced over at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Guess we're just addicted to each other, huh?" he said, swinging his shirt over his head and shoulders; putting them on and leaving it unbuttoned.

Calum nodded. "Yeah, I think we are."

Alan walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "You are fucking incredible, Calum," he said sincerely. "That was... that was the best sex of my life. I meant what I said earlier I want to fuck you forever."

Calum's heart raced at Alan's words. He felt the same way, but now that they had stopped fucking, guilt started to seep to his mind. "I... I want that too," he admitted. "But... what about Dean? I still love him, you know. So much"

"I know you don't want to leave him," Alan said knowing Calum would say that but his brows were raised naughtily as he continued, "So... we'll just have to continue like this. Fucking behind his back whenever we can."

Calum nodded. He knew it was wrong but the offer was more than tempting now that he knew how good sex with Alan was. He definitely would cheat on Dean again with Alan. He would do it again and again, and again.

"Okay," he agreed, "Let's keep it a secret. Just... just you and me."

Alan chuckled, "Me and you.... And everyone who heard us. I got a feeling we have a few listeners."

"Oh god, you're right," Calum panicked, burying his face in his hand. "We were so fucking loud... I can't believe we didn't think about that."

Alan stepped close andpulled Calum's hands away from his face. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said, brushing his thumb over Calum's cheek. "They'll just think we're having a really good time. And... well, we were, weren't we?"

Calum looked up. "Yeah... We definitely were."

The twink then looked down at himself. His clothes were put on so hastily while his body was still... slick. "My God, I fucking stink," he commented, raising his arm to sniff himself. He definitely smelled like sweat and cum. He wiped off some of the cum and sweat on his face then looked at Alan. "How the hell is this even possible?"

Alan just chuckled again. He looked around the floor and found a towel lying nearby. "Here use this for now," he laughed as he threw the towel to Calum. "You can use the shower as well, if you want."

Calum thought about it for a few seconds, wiping away the semen on his face.

"No, thanks. I... I'll just shower at the dorm."

Alan shrugged nonchalantly. "Suit yourself, then."

Then he watched silently as Calum wiped his hands and arms with the towel. He still couldn't believe he had actually fucked this perfect twink. Not once or twice. Multiple times across sixteen hours.

He went in and ruffled Calum's now-damp soft blond hair after he was done wiping himself. "Are you ready?" he asked, offering his hand.

Calum shuddered at the gesture that reminded him of how Alan had offered his hand the previous night, leading him upstairs away from the crowd so they could fuck. The blonde let out a laugh and slapped Alan's hand away.

Alan laughed along and went to wrap an arm around Calum's waist instead, guiding him out of the room and down the hallway. Calum walked behind him and felt his cheeks reddening as they walked past a few guys who were busy cleaning up from the party.

Some of the guys glanced up as they walked by. Some of them shared amused looks. A few even wolf-whistled, teasing about the two's loud "performance".

"Hey, Alan! You two practicing for a rock concert or what?" one of the guys shouted.

Calum ducked his head, trying to hide his face as Alan chuckled and flipped the guy off. "Something like that."

They walked down the stairs, and Alan took notice of how Calum was slightly limping. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, tightening his hand around Calum's waist. "Can you even walk back to your dorm like this?"

Calum winced, shifting his weight to his other leg. "I'll be fine," he said, trying to play it off casually. "I'll just call an Uber."

Alan shook his head. "No way," he said. "I'll order you an Uber. And... wait here a sec, okay?"

Before Calum could protest, Alan disappeared into the kitchen. Calum was left alone leaning against a wall trying to hide his embarrassment from some people nearby. Alan didn't take long fortunately. He returned a moment later with an ice pack and a couple of slices of bread, which he handed to Calum

"Here," he said gently. "Sit down and put this on your... ugh, just sit down. I'll get you some water too."

Calum sat down on the nearest sofa, wincing as he did so. He placed the ice pack on his sore bottom, sighing in relief at the cool sensation. Alan returned with a glass of water and sat down next to him.

The jock tapped on his phone for a moment, then turned the phone around to Calum, showing the Uber app. "There you go," he said, "The uber should be here in about 10 minutes."

Calum glanced at the screen, then back at Alan, a laugh escaping his lips. "Can you believe it?" he said, shaking his head. "We just... we fucked for a while. That's insane."

Alan chuckled, leaning back against the couch. "It really is," he agreed. "Wow. I guess I just broke my own record. You're such a fuck machine," he turned to the blonde.

Calum grinned, taking a sip of water. "So are you," he said mischievously. "Maybe we should do it again sometime."

Alan raised an eyebrow, and teasingly said, "Yeah? That's gonna be hard. When else can we find sixteen hours free from anything..."

Calum laughed, feeling a bit turned on already at how casually Alan was treating this. He needed to calm himself down before he jumped on Alan's cock again on the couch. Since when had he become so insatiable like this?

"You know what I mean," the twink said, biting on the bread Alan gave him.

Alan looked at him for a moment then reached out to squeeze Calum's hand. "Of course," he said. "I understand. We'll just have to find other times to... get together. When Dean's not around, of courrse."

Calum smiled, leaning into Alan's touch. "Sounds like a plan," he replied. His heart raced at the thought of their next secret meeting. He couldn't believe he was already talking about cheating on Dean again, and so casually at that!, but Alan just made him so addicted to his cock like that.

"Ah there's the car," Alan looked at his phone which showed the car had arrived at the frat house.

He stood up and Calum followed along. As they got out of the door, Alan turned to Calum one last time and planted a kiss on his lips. "See you next time," he muttered quietly before he let Calum get into the car.

Calum didn't remember much of the ride to his dorm. His body felt like jelly the whole time and he was basically just resting there. The car finally pulled up at Calum's dorm and he became conscious of other students who were also hanging around. Maybe he should've taken the offer to shower at the frat house... he looked like hell!

As he walked to his room, Calum glanced down at his phone, noticing the missed call and voicemail from Dean. He smiled, his heart warming at the thought of his loving boyfriend on the other end.

He listened to the voicemail as soon as he entered his room. Dean's slightly-hoarse voice filled his ear, clearly still hungover at the time he sent the voicemail. Calum's smile grew wider. There was a strange excitement built up inside him, eclipsing the guilt, when he could hear that Dean was completely clueless about what he had done.

Sixteen hours... Calum calculated the math in his head. He had fucked with Alan ninety-six times longer than he usually did with Dean. Hell...

Calum couldn't shake the feeling of... excitement. He loved Dean, truly he did, but... there was something about sex with Alan that he just couldn't regret. Alright, he had to admit to himself Alan was a god when it comes to fucking. His size alone was insane, but the jock had truly proved all of his three claims last night; about his size, stamina, and skills. All of them just made Calum want to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desires.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on getting cleaned up and preparing to see Dean later. He would keep his secret, bury it deep inside, and pretend like everything was normal. Because that's what loving boyfriends do, right?

And maybe some sleep first. Calum thought once he looked at the comfortable sight of his own bed.

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Alan had returned to the frat house, grabbing a trash bag and joining his friends in the cleanup effort. As he picked up the trash, though, he couldn't stop himself from grinning ear to ear at the memories of the day.

His friends quickly noticed his stupid grin so it wasn't long before the teasing began. "Someone had a good night," one of them said, elbowing Alan in the ribs. "We could hear you all the way down here, man. Heck, from the lawn, too."

Alan laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, you know how it is," he tried to play it cool. "When you find someone who can keep up with you, you gotta make sure to take advantage of it."

His friends chuckled, but one of them bravely called out, "Keep up with you? From the sounds of it, you were the one struggling to keep up."

Alan just smirked, not bothering to deny it. He knew they were right. Calum Channing had definitely pushed him to his limits and beyond, and he loved every minute of it.

Alan's best friend, Blake, suddenly stood up and threw his arms wide, his voice rising in a mocking tone. "Oh Calum, you have the best fucking pussy!" he moaned out, imitating Alan's screams from the night before.

Everyone in the room bursted out laughing. This time Alan felt a slight embarrassment and his cheeks became red. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at his friend, trying to silence him. "Shut up, asshole," he complained, but still the stupid grin on his face only got wider.

Blake dodged the pillow, still laughing. "No, seriously, man," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "We expect that one to be a screamer... from what you have been saying, of course, and... you know, everyone else before. But you, man, we didn't expect you to be that loud. I thought the whole house was going to come crashing down."

Alan didn't know how to explain it. Not like anyone was asking for an explanation. So he just shook his head, laughing along with his friends. He knew they were just messing with him, and honestly, he deserved it after the racket he and Calum had made. Even Mike, his other friend who had previously tried to warn him off from fucking someone's boyfriend was laughing along with them.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

The laughter was broken by someone yelling from upstairs. They all got up to look at what was causing all that screaming, including Alan, but soon he knew exactly the reason as they walked up the stairs to see a few people at the door of the room he and Calum had used.

They wandered in to survey the damage. Some gasped as they walked through the destroyed bedroom, shaking their heads and whew-ing at the sight of all the broken furnitures and cracked walls.

"Shit, dude. Did you and Calum fuck so hard that you broke the dresser? And thebed?? And the fucking walls???"

Alan winced as he, too, properly took in the damage he had caused for the first time. "Yeah, well, we got a little carried away.".

"Maurice will flip out, bro you're fucked."

"Yeah, alright," he sighed, looking at everything, mentally counting the cost to fix everything. "I'll pay for the repairs. Everything. Walls, furniture, the works."

"Really?"

Alan nodded.

His friends looked at him amusedly. "Damn, Alan," one of them whistled. "Must've been some amazing sex that makes you willing to dig deep in that pocket."

Alan couldn't help but grin, thinking back to the marathon fuck session with Calum. "Worth every penny," he said. "That pretty boy is something else in bed. I don't regret a thing."

His friends shook their heads but nonetheless were happy for him.

They all began to leave the room soon after, continuing their previous activities. The sun was setting and Alan found himself growing increasingly tired. The exhaustion from the previous night's (and earlier in the day) activities finally caught up with him, and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

He slumped onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions as he quickly drifted off to sleep. His friends looked over at him, smirking at the sight of the usually energetic jock passed out cold.

"Guess someone really wore him out," one of them pointed and chuckled.

"Well, first time for everything."

They all left laughing.

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Alan's dreams were once again those of Calum, and this time they were filled with actual memories of their amazing sex. Even in his sleep, Alan was already rehearsing a future where they would continue fucking behind Dean's back.

The same dreams accompanied Calum's sleep. His phone was once again ignored as the twink dreamt of getting fucked by Alan every day. As he slept with a smile on his face, his fate was sealed. This would be far from the last time he'd cheat on Dean with Alan.