All In

Erick Warner stumbled into the dimly lit frat house living room. He was three sheets, and yet there was no wind in his sails. The thumping bass from the party next door echoed through the house, and seemed to taunt him. He slumped onto the shabby couch that dominated the living room. The sticky residue of spilled drinks and disappointment coated the coffee table. Across the room, Sean Hunter sat quietly on one of the lumpy armchairs, scrolling through his phone, his eyes glazed over with a mix of boredom and defeat. The room smelled faintly of stale pizza and desperation.

"No luck?"

Sean had sat the night out because of a late final the next day. He would be driving home after the test, with Erick as his passenger, as always. Erick and Sean grew up in the same town, but went to different high schools. They had only connected when they joined the same fraternity. Erick grumbled, feeling like it was Sean's fault for his miserable luck. If Sean came with him he probably would have gotten laid. Instead he got a drink thrown in his face and slapped. His cheek was still stung. He glared at Sean, the frustration of his failed night out bubbling over. The warm air was unseasonable for May and the central air was on the fritz. The open windows beckoned no breeze and an ancient electric fan feebly stirred the still air.

"You could say that. Not a single girl at the party was into my charm. Maybe I'm losing my touch." He grabbed a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey from the coffee table, and downed a mouthful, the liquid burning his throat. He glanced around the empty room, looking for anything to alleviate his sexual tension.

Sean hardly gave him a glance. He was reviewing some final flashcards on his phone app. Erick looked at him in the dim light. Sean's long reddish-brown hair cascaded down his neck. Most of the brothers tended to prefer shorter, more masculine styles. Erick let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back on the couch, his eyes scanning the room again, playing with the bottle in his hands. Sean ignored him, knowing his tendency to pout when things went badly for him.

"You're not even going to bother to look up from that thing? What's so important that you're ignoring the fact that your bro is suffering here?"

"Getting an A in Anatomy and Physiology? I need to ace it to get into medical school."

Erick rolled his eyes, setting the whiskey bottle down with a clunk.

"Fuck med school. You could be playing doctor right now." He snorted at his double entendre. He reached over, and snatched the phone out of Sean's hand, causing the latter to jolt in surprise. "Come on, Sean. Live a little. You can't just ignore the world for books forever. You got your whole life to be a nerd, but we're only young right now!"

Erick held the phone up, examining the picture of a cut-away image of an erect penis labeled "CORPUS CAVERNOSUM - Erectile Tissue." He snickered, his frustration morphing into mischief.

"Looks like your phone knows what you really need."

"Give that back!" Sean shouted. The others had gone home already, so they didn't need to be particularly quiet. He reached for the device as Erick kept it out of his reach. Sean's five-foot-ten was only slightly dwarfed by Erick's six-two, but he playfully held the phone just out of Sean's grasp, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Erick's chuckles filled the room, bouncing off the grimy walls.

"Relax, man. It's just a little bit of fun." Erick laughed, his eyes scanning the flashcard app. He swiped to the next card, revealing a graphic image of a vagina. "Wow, this is what you've been hiding from us, huh? Studying pussy all night long?"

"It's for school!" Sean's face flushed red as he reached for the phone, his voice a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "It's not what you think, Erick. It's just part of the course."

"Why so shy, Sean? You're not hiding a little obsession with female anatomy, are you?"

Sean slumped back into the arm chair, his grip tightened on the armrest and his knuckles whitening as he bit his tongue, trying to ignore Erick's teasing. The room was too hot, Sean's cheeks were burning and he took a deep breath to calm himself. Erick's smug grin grew wide with the failed attempt to retrieve the phone. Erick's eyes caught the whiskey bottle on the table. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince his uptight friend to loosen up and help him forget his own disappointing evening.

A plan hatched. Something he had heard whispers about.

Erick smiled and returned the phone. "He, dude. It's not healthy to study all the time. You should have a drink," Erick offered Sean to lighten the mood.

"I guess I could use something to take the edge off." The whiskey bottle had been calling to him all night, but Sean wasn't a drinker. At least not like Erick was. And, he needed to study.

Erick watched Sean's internal struggle play out across his face, the tension in his shoulders and the clenching of his jaw. Sean's eyes flickered to the bottle again, and for a moment, Erick saw a glimmer of hope.

"Come on," Erick cajoled, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "One won't hurt. You know you want to."

He poured a generous shot into a plastic cup and held it out to Sean, the smell of cheap alcohol wafting through the air. The silence stretched taut, filled with the hum of the fridge and the distant sound of the party. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Sean's response. Finally, with a resigned sigh, Sean took the cup.

"To an 'A' in Anatomy," Erick toasted, clinking his cup against Sean's before downing his own shot. He watched as Sean took a tentative sip, his eyes watering as the whiskey burned a trail down his throat.

The warmth of the second shot spread through Erick's own chest, a welcome balm to his bruised ego. He leaned back into the couch, his thoughts drifting to the possibility of a different kind of victory tonight. He had never witnessed the act, but he heard rumors from his frat brothers about certain favors which might be exchanged between guys when things didn't go their way.

"Fuck. Since I've declared premed it's been books, books, books. I feel like I should drop out. I don't think I even kissed a girl since freshman year," Sean whined, taking another sip.

Erick sat up with a mischievous glint in his eye. He slapped Sean on the knee.

"Well, that's just a tragedy. You know what they say, 'A doctor without experience is like a librarian without glasses.'" He poured another round of shots, sliding the cup back over to Sean. "To new experiences," he said with a wink.

"I guess." Sean sipped this one and looked at the clock. Geez, eleven-thirty already? I should go to bed." He rose and headed to the stairs.

Erick followed. "Hey, let's play a quick round of Mario Kart," he suggested brightly.

Erick's proposal hung in the air. Sean hesitated, his hand on the banister, torn between the looming final and the allure of a mindless distraction. The whiskey had loosened his resolve, and the prospect of blowing off steam before the big test sounded increasingly appealing. He turned to face Erick, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

"Alright, one round. But only because I'm feeling generous," he said, trying to hide the joy in his voice. As they approached the game setup in Erick's room, the smell of dust and dirty clothes filled the air. Erick grabbed a controller, his eyes lighting up with competitive fire. Sean couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at a rare break from his academic grind. Sean sat on the bed holding his controller as Erick flipped through the option screens.

"Hey, Sean? When you were younger, did you ever play games? Like strip poker or Truth or Dare?" This was part of Erick's plan.

Erick's question hung in the air. He knew Sean wasn't one for risky games, but the whiskey may have loosened his inhibitions, and the night's earlier failures had left him feeling desperate for a win. The room's only light source was the flickering glow of the TV screen, casting an eerie blue tint across their faces as they sat on the bed.

Sean paused, his thumb hovering over the 'Start' button on the controller. He thought back to parties, the nervous laughter and whispered dares that had always left him feeling odd.

He looked over at Erick, who was watching him with a knowing smirk. "Yeah, I played some games," Sean admitted, his voice low and slightly defensive."Why do you ask?" Sean's mind slipped briefly back to middle school when he and a friend made out on a dare.

Erick glanced over with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He leaned closer to Sean, his voice a low whisper. "Just wondering if you're up for some 'grown-up' fun tonight. You know, to celebrate your upcoming A in Anatomy. What do you say, Sean? A little strip Mario Kart?"

Some of the guys still played these games, especially when drunk. One particular game of beer pong wound up with several of the brothers and party guests making nude snow angels on the frat house lawn. Erick's proposal hung in the air, the distant sound of the party's bass line thumping to punctuate Sean's silent contemplation. Sean's heart raced, his eyes darting to the clock and back to Erick. He knew he should say no, but the whiskey coursed through his veins, urging him to let loose. He swallowed hard. Fuck it.

"Alright," Sean said, his voice shakier than he'd like. "But only if this stays just between us."

They worked out the deal - one item of clothing was lost for each lost race. With two socks, a t-shirt, shorts and underwear, it would be five races. Loser would be the first one naked, or the one with the least clothes remaining.

Erick's eyes lit up, his competitive spirit and underlying desire for a victory shining through his slightly glazed gaze. He nodded eagerly, his mind racing with the potential outcomes.

"Alright, Sean, you're on. But don't say I didn't warn you when I wipe the floor with you in your boxers," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tightness in his own pants as he thought about the possibility of seeing Sean in a more... vulnerable state. They settled back on the bed, the springs groaning under their combined weight, and Erick took a swig of whiskey to steady his nerves.

The first race began, and the room was filled with the sound of button mashing and the occasional shout of triumph or defeat. Each loss brought with it a sense of anticipation and a little thrill as clothing items were discarded, revealing more of their bare flesh to the cool night air. The smell of sweat and alcohol grew stronger as the game progressed, mingling with the stale scent of the frat house.

"Shit!" Sean cursed as his racer crossed the line after Erick's. "Alright, asshole. Name your price."

Erick's eyes shone with the thrill of victory, a smug smile playing on his lips as he leaned back on the bed, his chest rising and falling with his laughter.

"Looks like you're shirtless, buddy," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. He took another sip of whiskey, the warmth spreading through his veins. The room was a haze of blue light from the TV and the heat from their bodies. He felt a thrill as Sean reluctantly peeled off his shirt, revealing a torso that was surprisingly defined under the layers of frat-boy casual. The sight of Sean's bare skin made Erick's cock twitch in his shorts. He licked his lips, trying to keep his thoughts in check.

"You're not so bad at this," Erick said with a snicker. "But you're about to get schooled." He took a deep breath, the scent of Sean's sweat and the whiskey on his breath filling his nostrils. The air was charged with a tension that went beyond the game, and Erick could feel it coiling in his gut. He was winning, not just the game, but something more.

Sean's racer zoomed ahead of Erick's at the last second of the next race. "Eat my dust!" Sean stopped to think. "Take off your... left sock."

Erick couldn't help but let out a low whistle at the sight of Sean's toned abs as he leaned back, his eyes tracing the line of Sean's waistband. He took his time, his fingers fumbling slightly as he pretended to be more drunk than he actually was. He peeled off the sock, revealing a pale foot, the toe hairs catching the light from the TV.

"Your move, Doc," he said, tossing the sock onto a growing pile of discarded clothing. His heart was racing now, the game taking on a whole new level of excitement. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension and the scent of their desire.

The third race was Erick's by a mile. "What now?"

Erick took a moment to appreciate the view of Sean's bare chest, the shadows playing across his defined muscles. "Alright, Sean," he drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Lose your shorts."

"Wow, no prisoners." Sean pushed down his athletic shorts, revealing gray boxer briefs that stretched over his thick thighs and large ass. Erick couldn't help but let his gaze linger on Sean's exposed flesh, his thoughts drifting to the unspoken tension between them. He took a deep breath, the whiskey playing with his senses.

"You're not so hot, are you," he said, his voice a little huskier than before. He grabbed the whiskey bottle, and passed it to Sean. The warmth of the alcohol spread through his body, mixing with his growing arousal. The room was a cocoon of blue light and heavy silence, their breathing the only sound that seemed to piece the video game's music.

The fourth race brought on a victory for Sean. "Uhhh... shirt.

Erick's stomach flipped with a mix of excitement and nerves as he reached for the hem of his black shirt. The fabric peeled away from his skin, revealing his muscular chest and abs, glistening with a sheen of sweat which damped his dusting of chest hair. He tossed the shirt aside, his heart racing as the air cooled his bare skin. He took the bottle from Sean, his hand shaking slightly as he took a deep gulp. The whiskey burned a path down his throat, fueling the fire in his belly. The room had transformed into a battleground of desire, the scent of arousal faint but unmistakable. He handed the bottle back to Sean, his eyes never leaving the other boy's.

"You're looking pretty good there, Sean. Who knew you had it in you?"

"I try. Looks like we might need more races."

Erick's eyes widened slightly at Sean's insinuation, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

"I'm up for it, if you are," he said, his voice a sultry murmur. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Sean's neck. "But maybe we should up the stakes a bit."

"How so?"

Erick leaned closer to Sean, his eyes locked on the other boy's lips. "How about this, Sean? If I win the next two races, you lose your boxers. If you win even one, I'll take off my shorts. Deal?"

"What if we each win one?"

Erick's pulse quickened at the proposal, his eyes flicking to Sean's tented boxers and back up to meet his gaze. The room was a symphony of shadows and whispers.

"Then we'll call it even." The anticipation was palpable, thickening the air with the scent of musk and anticipation. He took another swig of whiskey, the liquid warming him from the inside out, his eyes never leaving Sean's. "Unless you're too chicken to go all in. Loser goes all the way." He winked, the challenge hanging between them.

"Okay... I'm in."

Erick leaned back on the bed with a predatory smile, watching Sean's chest rise and fall with each breath. "Okay, then. Now it's interesting." He set the whiskey bottle aside, the clink of the plastic against the wooden floorboards echoing in the tense silence. "Ready?"

Their racers were off, the characters plowing neck in neck on the first lap before Erick's character surged ahead at the finish line.

"Guess that means it's time for you to drop your drawers, Doc," Erick said with a wicked grin. He couldn't believe his luck--or perhaps it was the whiskey--that Sean had actually agreed to this. The room felt hotter, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

"There's one race left, you cretin. I'm winning it! On your mark, bitch!"

Erick's heart raced as he watched Sean's determined expression. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the game and ignore the bulge in his own shorts. "Alright, let's do this," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Sean's face.

The final race was a nail-biter, their cars bumping and jostling for the lead. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, a heady mix of competition and sexual energy. At the last moment Sean stole the victory.

"Hahaha! Lose your shorts!"

Erick's eyes widened, his heart racing as he processed Sean's words. The room felt hotter than ever, the blue light from the TV casting an eerie glow across their flushed faces. He took a deep breath, the smell of sweat and desire hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, with a mix of reluctance and excitement, he unbuttoned his shorts, sliding them down his legs. His cock, semi-erect bulging in his green Under Armor boxer briefs. He kicked the fabric aside, his eyes never leaving Sean's, daring him to look away. The whiskey had done its job, turning the evening into a haze of risk and want.

Sean felt his eyes fall to Erick's crotch. He had never been in a room alone with another guy like this. Sure he'd gotten changed around friends, but there was something in the air.

Erick's cocky grin grew wider as he watched Sean's gaze. He knew he had him hooked, the game had turned into something more than just a friendly wager. He leaned back on the bed, his abs flexing slightly with the movement.

"Well, Sean?" he prompted, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Looks like you've got one more race to win before we're both naked." "Well, we both need to take our socks off to be naked." He trembled and gulped at that statement.

Erick's eyes gleamed with excitement, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of Sean's gaze lingering on his crotch. He knew he had the upper hand now, and he was going to play it to the fullest.

"Alright, Sean," he said, his voice low and seductive. "How about we both take them off. Even footing." He couldn't resist the urge to tease, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sean nodded, almost hypnotized as he took off both his socks. His eyes lingered on Erick's well formed left foot. He felt a lump in his throat. Erick's eyes followed Sean's movements, his heart pounding in his chest. The room seemed to be filled with only the sound of their ragged breaths. He watched as Sean revealed his bare feet. Erick couldn't believe this was happening, but the whiskey had loosened his inhibitions and the thrill of the game had him craving more. He took off his own remaining sock, his toes curling into the roughness of the frat house's ancient carpet. The room was charged with an electric current, the air thick with unspoken desire. He took a deep breath, the smell of their bare skin and the lingering scent of the whiskey driving him wild. He leaned in closer, his eyes locked on Sean's, his voice a soft growl.

"Looks like we're both in for it now, Sean." He took the controller, his hands slightly shaking, the tension in the room palpable. Erick's heart thudded in his chest, the smell of Sean's sweat mingling with his own frat house air. He watched Sean's eyes dart to his crotch again, the heat between them growing.

"Ready for the final round?" His voice was a strained whisper. He could feel the tension in Sean's body, the way he leaned in slightly, as if drawn by an invisible force. Erick's cock stirred in his boxer briefs, the fabric tightening around his growing erection. He couldn't help but wonder if Sean felt the same pull, the same desperate need for release. The room was a pressure cooker of lust, and Erick was eager to see it boil over. He reclined next to Sean, shoulder to bare shoulder, both raced terribly. Sean's eyes cut to Erick, Erick's eyes cut to Sean's. During the third lap, their eyes met and held like magnets. Second stretched for days.

The final stretch of the race played out in slow motion, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. Erick could feel the heat of Sean's body beside him, the scent of his deodorant and sweat a heady mix. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving Sean's.

"Looks like we're both going all in, after all" he murmured, the anticipation making his cock throb

Sean felt his body lean in on its own accord, just face tilting, his eyes closing, his lips puckering. Erick's hand shot out and grabbed the back of Sean's neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss. His tongue darted into Sean's mouth, the taste of whiskey and the heat of their breath mixed like fire and gasoline. Sean felt jolted like he bit into a wire. His tongue danced around Erick's. Sean's hands softly played over Erick's chest and stomach. What the fuck was he doing?

Erick's heart hammered in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to cup Sean's firm ass. The whiskey had turned the night into a delirious haze, but the feel of Sean's mouth on his was unmistakable. He pulled Sean closer, the friction of their bodies setting off sparks. Their boxer briefs mashed together, the now hard secrets colliding like warring snakes.

Erick felt the heat from Sean's body as their kiss grew more intense, his hands exploring the contours of Sean's body. The whiskey had erased any lingering hesitation, leaving only a raw, primal need. He pulled Sean onto his lap, their cocks pressing against each other, the fabric of their underwear the only barrier. Erick's hands slipped into Sean's boxers, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of his ass. The feel of Sean's hard cock against his own was exhilarating, and he couldn't help but moan into the kiss. The room was a whirlwind of sensations the smell of their arousal, the taste of whiskey, the sound of their muffled gasps. He knew they were crossing a line, but the thrill of the moment was too potent to resist. Sean's legs straddled over Erick's, the taller man subtly guiding him up, until Sean straddled Erick's crotch, somehow.

Erick's hands roamed Sean's body, his thumbs tracing the waistband of Sean's boxers. His eyes searched Sean's for any sign of resistance, but all he saw was a mirrored desire. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he wasn't about to stop now. He pulled Sean closer, their cocks pressing against each other, the friction driving him wild. He kissed Sean harder, his hands moving to the other boy's shoulders, pushing him down slightly, urging him to grind against him.

Sean ground down, the firm bulge beneath him put pressure on his ass. It wasn't bad... but it was unfamiliar. "Wait. Wait."

Erick's eyes snapped open, his breath coming in heavy pants. He looked at Sean, his pupils blown wide with lust. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice hoarse

"I-I've never done this before. I'm not g-gay a-a-and I-I'm a vi-virgin." Sean had a stutter that betrayed him when he was nervous.

Erick's eyes searched Sean's, seeing the genuine concern and fear in them. He knew this was new territory for Sean, but the desire in the air was too strong to ignore. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Don't worry, Sean," he murmured, his voice soothing and reassuring. "We're just having fun, playing a game. Nothing has to go further than you want it to." He paused, his hands still on Sean's shoulders, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there.

"But if you're okay with it, I promise you, it'll be amazing." He leaned in, brushing his lips against Sean's ear. "Trust me." He used this line a lot with chicks.

Sean felt himself melt a little. He checked the clock... amazingly only forty-five minutes passed. Surely this wouldn't hurt?

"O-okay."

Erick felt a thrill run through him as Sean agreed, his hands moving to the waistband of Sean's boxers. He kissed Sean's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making him shiver.

Sean leaned back, allowing Erick access. Erick's hands trembled slightly as he pulled down Sean's boxers, his eyes feasting on the untouched beauty of Sean's cock. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning in, his breath hot against Sean's skin. He kissed Sean's stomach, his hands gently cupping Sean's ass, urging him closer. Sean moved closer, his view obscured by the dark hair. His mind raced with visions of what would be happening. He felt Erick taking his cock in hand and massaging his foreskin up and down his shaft

Erick felt a surge of power as he touched Sean's cock for the first time, his own erection pressing into Sean's thick ass. He stroked Sean gently, his eyes watching the other boy's face for any sign of discomfort. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, the whiskey-infused haze enveloping them.

He whispered, "You're doing great, Sean," softly encouraging Sean.

Sean whimpered as Erick's hot tongue touched the rosy tip of his glans. Erick's eyes widened with surprise and excitement as he felt Sean's cock jump in his hand. He took the hint, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head before taking it into his mouth. He savored the taste of precum, a sweet, salty reward for pushing the boundaries of their friendship. Sean cooed and moaned softly. Erick guided him into lying down on his back. There he continued to suck Sean's cock. Sean laid back, his eyes half closed and he held his hands awkwardly at his chest. He jolted and bucked at each new sensation.

"Shit. Fuck. It's so good. Why is it so good?"

Erick's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Sean's reaction, his own cock now painfully erect and straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He took his time, savoring the moment, his tongue swirling around Sean's uncut cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He knew this was a new experience for Sean, and he reveled in the power and the thrill of it. His hands continued to cup and squeeze Sean's ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as he took Sean's length deeper into his mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of Sean's moans and the wet suction of Erick's mouth. The smell of arousal grew stronger, and Erick felt his own need building. He knew this was just the beginning of a wild night.

Sean pushed Erick's head away. "It's almost too much," he panted. Sean laid back with his legs spread, his heavy balls obscuring his virgin hole. Erick's blue eyes were hazy with desire as he looked down at Sean, his mouth glistening.

"Are you sure?," he asked, his voice low and full of need. He reached down to adjust his own boxer briefs, the fabric straining against his erection.

Sean nodded feebly. Erick's hand slid over Sean's thigh, his touch light and teasing as he approached his goal. He could feel the heat radiating from Sean's cock, the anticipation in the air almost tangible. His fingers traced the line of Sean's balls, the velvety skin tight with need. He leaned in, his breath hot against Sean's skin.

"I want to make sure you're ready for this, Sean," he murmured, his voice a mix of reassurance and carnal need.

Sean felt Erick's hot mouth suck and lick his balls, which sent shocks of pleasure through him, then a tickling sensation on his taint, before Erick's mouth began probing lower and deeper. Erick's tongue darted out, tasting the salt and musk of Sean's body. He felt a thrill of excitement as he ventured closer to Sean's tight hole, his own cock pulsing with each moan that escaped Sean's lips. He teased the sensitive area, his mind racing with thoughts of claiming the other boy completely.

Sean's eyes were closed, but he was aware of Erick shifting his body, and Erick went for the waistband of his boxer briefs. He couldn't believe this was happening. Erick was a consummate ladies' man and yet he was here, ready to do who knows what. And Sean was letting it happen.

Erick's heart raced as he slid his boxer briefs down, his cock bobbing free, hard and eager. He kissed his way down Sean's body, his hands gripping the other boy's thighs firmly. Erick felt a rush of excitement and power as he hovered over Sean's cock again, the tip glistening with precum. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Sean's body, the way his chest heaved with each breath, the muscles in his stomach contracting with pleasure. He leaned in, his mouth enveloping Sean's cock, his tongue swirling around the shaft. He could feel Sean's body tense with each stroke, his moans growing louder and more desperate. Erick knew he had him, and he wasn't going to let go. He took Sean's cock deeper, his own erection pressing against the bed, begging for attention.

Sean moaned and groaned and squirmed as he felt one of Erick's thick digits explore his opening. Erick's heart raced as he watched Sean's reaction, his own cock throbbing with anticipation. The single finger into Sean's tight, untouched hole, feeling the heat and resistance. His other hand stroked Sean's shaft in time with the gentle thrusts of his finger, his eyes never leaving Sean's face.

"Just relax," he whispered. "Let me show you how good it can be."

Erick's tongue darted out to lick his lips as he watched Sean's body begin to accept his intrusion. The scent of their arousal grew stronger, and Erick could feel the tension in the room coiling tighter and tighter. Sean let himself feel the new sensation. Erick paused only to reach into a drawer of his bedside table. He removed his finger and squeezed something out and a second later, and then two fingers entered him.

Erick's eyes never left Sean's face as he inserted the lubricant-covered fingers, watching the play of emotions as he stretched Sean open. He felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of being Sean's first, but the excitement of the moment overpowered it. His cock was painfully hard against the bed, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Remember, you can stop at any time."

"It's good. Weird, but good." He meant it. Every so often he felt the strong fingers curl and hit something inside... his... - Sean's mind raced - Prostate!

Erick's smile grew as he watched Sean's face contort with pleasure. He knew he'd found that sweet spot. He added a third finger, moving them in a come-hither motion, watching Sean's body respond instinctively. He kissed his way up Sean's body, his cock leaving a wet trail along the other boy's abs.

"Ready for the main event?"

Sean nodded and allowed Erick to spread his legs further. He felt something thick and warm probing and rubbing outside, and popping just barely inside, teasing him. Erick's cock was slick with lube and pre-cum, and he couldn't wait any longer. He positioned himself at Sean's entrance, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He watched Sean's face, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation, but all he saw was a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Sean licked his lips and nodded wordlessly. His body was on fire. Erick's hand guided his throbbing cock into Sean's tight opening, the anticipation making him dizzy. He pushed in slowly, feeling the heat and tightness of Sean's body grip him. Sean's eyes widened and his breath hitched, but Erick held back, giving him time to adjust. He whispered soothing praise into Sean's ear, promising to make it good for him. The room was filled with their muffled gasps, the squeak of the bedsprings and the slap of skin on skin as Erick began to gently fuck the virgin hole.

Sean began moaning. "Mmmmmmdom. Condom. Condom! Are you wearing a condom?" Sean asked, suddenly panicked.

Erick's eyes widened with surprise at Sean's sudden concern. He had hoped that Sean would be so caught up in the moment that he would completely forget about protection. He leaned back, his cock slipping out of Sean with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you're right," he murmured, his voice strained with desire. He reached over to the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom, his hand shaking slightly. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, the latex stretching over his erection.

"Are you sure? It won't feel as good," he said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. The room was still charged with tension, but it had shifted from excitement to something more urgent.

Sean nodded, his eyes locked on Erick's sheathed cock. "Yeah, I'm sure." He took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly. He felt Erick enter him again.

Erick's eyes searched Sean's, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. He felt the head of his condom-covered cock nudge against Sean's tight entrance before pushing in with a gentle, steady pressure. The heat and tightness of Sean's body was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he had to fight the urge to just slam into him. He leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into Sean's ear as he slid deeper, feeling the other boy's muscles clench around him.

"Just breathe, Sean. Take it slow." He kissed Sean's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The smell of sweat and lube filled the room as Erick began to rock his hips in a steady rhythm. He watched as Sean's body slowly relaxed, his eyes glazing over with pleasure.

Sean felt the pressure of Erick's cock, his eyes squeezed shut. He breathed deeply as he felt the alien intrusion. The fingers weren't bad, but this was a little more painful. He felt the burn as Erick pushed deeper, the pain mingling with a weird sensation that he wasn't sure was pleasure or pain. The tension between them grew with each thrust, the sound of their bodies coming together as a symphony of desire.

Erick felt a mix of triumph and relief as Sean's body began to accept him. He started to pick up the pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust. He knew he was taking Sean's virginity, and the thought made him even more determined to make it good for him. Still, Erick silently stewed. He hated condoms and tried to eschew them as often as possible. The latex dulled the sensation on his circumcised cock. It's not like Sean would get knocked up or anything.

Sean's eyes rolled back in his head as Erick's thick cock filled him up. He was overwhelmed, but he didn't want it to stop. Erick paused. Sean looked up at him.

"How about we move to a different position?" Erick asked.

"What do you mean?" Sean asked.

Erick's mind raced, trying to think of a way to both satisfy his need for raw sensation and keep the experience as pleasurable as possible for Sean. "How about you get on top? It'll let you control the pace, and I bet you'll love the feeling of being in charge," Erick suggested, his voice a seductive purr.

"Sure."

Erick laid down, holding his hefty cock as Sean began to straddle him. "Like this?

Erick nodded, his eyes never leaving Sean's face. He watched as the shorter man positioned himself, his cock standing tall and proud. He watched Sean orient himself. He reached up, guiding Sean's buttocks to his pole, and with a groan, Sean began to slide down.

"Fuck..."

Erick felt a rush of pleasure as Sean's body enveloped his cock, the tightness of his ass gripping him like a vice. He bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut as Sean began to move, his hips rising and falling in an awkward but earnest rhythm. The sensation was new to him, and he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of Sean being in charge, and watching him lose control above him. He reached up, his right hand caressing Sean's chest, feeling the muscles tighten and relax with each movement. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat and the faint smell of the condom. Erick's thoughts swirled with a mix of lust and concern for Sean's comfort, his left hand now moving to guide Sean's hips, encouraging him to find a rhythm that worked for both of them.

"That's it, Sean," he murmured, his voice strained. "Take it slow. Just like that. Fuck, you're doing so good."

Erick held his thick cock, holding the it firmly as the tight hole milked him.

Sean's eyes widened as he felt something was off. "What are you doing?"

Erick's eyes darted to Sean's, his face a mix of lust and excitement. "Just making sure it hits you right," he whispered, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he bucked slightly, eliciting a moan from Sean.

"Ahh! That feels good!" Sean moaned.

Erick's smirk grew wider as he felt Sean's hole clench. Warmth spread over him as Sean's ride him. He knew he'd made the right choice. The sensation was electric, and he could feel Sean's body responding to the change. He whispered, "That's it, Sean. Just like that."

Guided by Erick's hands on his hips, Sean rocked back and forth, feeling the shaft inside him pushing his prostate. Sean's cock had never felt so hard and thick. His cock head looked like it would split his foreskin like a shoddy seam, and his precum flowed almost like piss.

Erick watched as Sean's body began to move more naturally, his cock sliding in and out of the tight hole with a wet, slapping sound. The sensation was mind-blowing, the warmth and tightness of Sean's ass driving him wild. He bit his lip, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt Sean's weight shift with each thrust. The smell of their sex filled the room, a heady mix of sweat and alcohol that made Erick's cock throb even more. He reached up, his hands gripping Sean's hips tightly as he encouraged him to go faster, deeper.

"Fuck, Sean, you're so tight. It feels so good. You're doing amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing with each movement. His eyes traveled down from Sean's face, and he watched as Sean groped his thick cock and stroked it in time with their rhythm, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the swollen head. Erick's mind raced with thoughts of claiming Sean completely, making him his, and the idea sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he was close, and he wanted to make sure Sean was there with him.

"Oh fuck that's good. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm close."

Erick's eyes snapped open at Sean's sudden urgency, and he felt a surge of excitement. He knew Sean was close, his body was giving away all the signs. He reached up, his hand wrapping around Sean's thick cock, his grip firm and sure.

"Come for me, Sean. Let me feel you come all over me," he urged, his voice hoarse with need.

Sean panted and moaned before letting out a mighty roar. His body tensed as he came down hard a final time and a torrent of cum hit Erick's face and a second caught him in his open mouth. Erick's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as Sean's cum shot across his face and subsequent volleys painted his hairy chest. He felt a thrill of excitement, his own orgasm building rapidly. He licked his lips, tasting the salty seed, and his hips bucked up to meet Sean's, fucking him even deeper. He spat out the salty fluid as Sean rode him limply, simply reeling too deeply in his orgasmic bliss.

Erick's eyes rolled back as he felt the warmth of Sean's cum on his face and chest, and the taste of it on his tongue. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a guttural growl, he thrust up into Sean, his cock pulsing with his own release. His orgasm was intense, the pressure that had been building for hours finally finding its release. He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion.

"Did you do it? Did you cum?"

Erick's chest heaved as he looked up at Sean, his eyes glazed with pleasure. He nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, I did," he rasped, his voice a mix of pride and exhaustion. He reached up, wiping a stray droplet of cum from his cheek. "Fuck, that was intense," he said, his voice a little shaky. He felt a strange mix of emotions excitement, lust, and a hint of something deeper that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He studied Sean's face, looking for any signs of regret or discomfort, but all he saw was a look of dazed satisfaction.

Sean smiled broadly "I never thought I'd do that before," he said. Sean rose from Erick's cock and looked down, expecting to see a condom filled with cum, but all he saw was Erick's thick, pink cock wreathed by the busted condom ring. "Oh, no! It broke!"

Erick looked down, his heart racing. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice tight with a mix of fear and excitement. "Guess you rode me too hard?" He offered.

"I guess?"

Erick couldn't help but feel a little smug at the sight of the broken condom - he fucked like a beast. He sat up, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Don't worry, Sean," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's probably fine. I got tested last week."

Sean frowned. "I guess." He laid down next to Erick and sighed. Erick removed the busted condom and tossed it in the garbage can. He got up to pee and clean up and when he returned Sean was already snoring in his bed. Erick couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at finding Sean in his bed still. He was usually a love 'em and leave 'em type, but he knew kicking Sean out would only ruin the moment. He lay down beside him, the dampness where the sticky mess of their encounter cooling on his chest was a relief in this heat. He listened to Sean's deep, even breaths. It was annoying sharing the twin bed with Sean, but it was the least he could do.

Erick was the only child to what could be politely called a toxic narcissist. She saw him as why her life was so screwed up and frequently chased him out of the house during one of her many alcohol-fueled tirades. During their three years at college, Erick would wind up spending part of each break at Sean's house when she turned on Erick. Being the physically closest frat brother it was Sean's sacred duty to aid a brother in need.

Erick then felt a strange sense of protectiveness wash over him. Maybe it was fine just this once. It was just a one time thing after all. He was willing to bet on it.