Duking It Out with Duke

I woke up in a daze; I didn't know what was happening. The reverberation of something crashing down in the other room was still echoing in my mind. My very first thought was that somebody was breaking in. I jumped to my feet, ready to defend myself.

"Stupid fuck!" I heard seconds later. "You just knocked over the lamp."

As is so often the case with adrenaline, easy come, easy go. It was just Jackson and my other roommates being idiots again. As I walked towards my bedroom door, I could hear them laughing at the destruction they'd caused. I glanced at the clock on my wall; it was 2:20 a. m. Drunk again, I thought to myself. ¡Qué sorpresa!

I'd only been living with the guys for six weeks, but we'd settled into a pretty regular pattern. They'd go out most nights drinking and trying to get some pussy from the local girls - which also was pretty much all they talked about when they weren't actively doing either. I, on the other hand, only stayed out late on the weekends. I'd never been much of a partier.

When I'd signed up to study art and architecture in Madrid, I'd expected to meet a bunch of other guys interested in learning about the culture. It was a shock when I discovered that my professor's husband was also teaching a summer abroad class - Introduction to Nutrition - and all of the students from both courses had been randomly assigned to live with one another.

Of course, I ended up being housed with three of the dumbest jocks I'd ever met. I'd come back from class talking about Goya and Picasso; they'd come back talking about how they'd spent the entire time trying different types of sausage. In their minds, it was an easy 'A' with a chance to get the hell out of Iowa for ten weeks.

It wasn't all bad, though. I'd worried that the three very-straight, football-loving bros would flip out when they found out I was gay; I hadn't been willing to go back in the closet. I'd already spent twenty-one years there before coming out a few months earlier. To my utter surprise, they hadn't freaked out when I'd told them. Rob had mentioned that one of his uncles was a "cool gay dude." Duke had talked about a gay NFL player named Carl Nassib; he'd praised him as a "solid player."

Nonetheless, I still wasn't a huge fan of being woken up at the midway point between dusk and dawn, and especially not by an inebriated jock. I marched out of my room ready to give the guys a scolding. I knew it wouldn't end whatever was going on, but I suspected that they'd at least try to quiet down a little bit.

"... huge fucking tits!" Rob hollered, while pretending to grope the air in front of his chest.

"Dude, she wasn't even into you," Duke replied. "She kept looking at her phone every time you'd start talking!"

"Nah," Rob countered. "She was just texting with a friend who was coming to meet up with her."

"How would you know?" Jackson asked. "You can't speak Spanish. She was probably telling her friends that she was going to keep letting you buy her drinks but never fuck you in a million years!"

Jackson and Duke were both standing next to the small galley-style kitchen. Duke was reclining against the countertop while Jackson was hovering by the sink with a glass of water in his hand. Rob was by the couch; the floor lamp was laying on the ground next to him. Luckily, it didn't appear to be broken.

"Oh, shit," Rob said, suddenly noticing me standing at the corner of the room. "Hey, Tyler."

Rob contorted his face into a look that kind of reminded me of a child who has just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I wondered if he realized just how loudly they'd been speaking.

"Is that Tyler?" Jackson asked, turning towards me. "What are you up to, man?"

I slowly looked down, taking stock of myself. It was obvious that I was barefoot. I was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a tattered Nirvana T-shirt I'd had for ages. Even if I couldn't see it, I knew that I had to have a wicked case of bedhead.

"Oh, you know," I began, "just getting ready to take a 2 a. m. stroll through the neighborhood in my underwear."

Duke burst out laughing; it was clear that he was pretty buzzed. Jackson nodded as if to acknowledge what a stupid question he'd just asked.

"You guys just getting home?" I inquired.

"Yeah," Jackson said. "Made it all the way to closing time."

"No chicks?" I asked.

"No chicks," he replied forlornly.

"I was close, though," Rob interjected with a burst of excitement. "There was this girl - Maria - who works at a dental office. Well, I think she does. Oficina. Dentista. God, I love it when the words sound the same. Makes it so much easier."

Rob's cheeks were flushed with heat. His eyes were half-closed while he rambled. It was becoming more obvious that it had been a night of particularly heavy drinking for all of them.

"I was so, so close," he continued. "I don't know what the fuck happened, but she was totally into me."

"In your dreams," Jackson teased him.

"Bro!" Rob said, looking a little flustered. "Bro, you don't even know. She wanted to fuck. I heard her... I heard her say culo delicioso. You know what that means? Delicious ass! She was telling her friend that I had a hot ass. Girls don't say that shit unless they're down to fuck."

"She didn't say that," Jackson replied. "She was probably talking about something else. You speak as much Spanish as Peggy Hill. She was probably talking about her drink or something. Cola delicioso."

"She definitely wasn't talking about your ass, bro," Duke said playfully. "That thing is as flat as a pancake."

Jackson and Duke both smiled at one another. I recognized the dynamic at play; they were going to team up to screw with him a little bit. I'm not totally sure why I didn't go back to my room. To be honest, I think I was hoping to join in on the winning side for once. Even if all of them deserved some payback for having woken me up in the middle of the night, I'd have been okay with just piling onto Rob - small victories.

"You're nuts, man!" Rob exclaimed. "I have a great ass! My ass is amazing. My last girlfriend was always telling me how she loved my ass."

"Maybe she didn't want you to feel bad," Jackson responded. "Like, when you tell a fat chick that you want to suck your dick that she looks skinny. You know it isn't true, but sometimes it's just easier."

"Dude, you're blind. I have a nice ass! Don't play with me like that."

Rob swiftly turned around, then craned his head so he was looking over his shoulder in our direction. He began pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He yanked them higher; the denim pulled into the contours of his butt. It looked like he was trying to give himself a wedgie; I had to admit that it was a kind of funny.

"Look! See, look at that! It's got a nice shape to it. Flat? That isn't flat at all!"

"That's not an ass, bro," Duke said. "You want to see a real ass? I've got an ass. You probably don't even know how to do a proper squat. I could do squats for an hour if I wanted to."

Duke walked over towards Rob on the other side of the room. Once he sidled up next to him, he took his right hand and grabbed his ass cheek through his khaki pants. He jiggled it just enough to show that he had more than a handful.

"Dude," Rob said, "you have a fat ass. Girls don't want a fat ass. They want something firm and tight."

Duke turned towards him. His expression was a bizarre mixture of shock and amusement. It was clear that he didn't believe a word of what Rob had just said to him. "You don't know what girls like," he replied. "How do you know what girls like? If we pulled a girl off the street and asked her which one of our asses was better, I fucking guarantee you she'd pick mine over your pancake ass."

"You're crazy, man," Rob said. "You don't know what you're talking about."

They were entering into one of those debates that can only happen when people are just the right amount of drunk. I knew that, if they'd been sober, one of them would have just dropped it.

"Go find a girl then," Duke said. "Any one of 'em. They'll all say the same thing."

"Where the fuck am I supposed to find a girl in the middle of the night?"

I glanced over at Jackson; he was shaking his head, but I could tell he was enjoying watching his buddies throw down over something so stupid. I was thinking the exact same thing. I hadn't been privy to that kind of nonsensical straight-bro showdown before, so it was sort of funny watching one play out.

"Bros," Jackson asked, "what about Tyler?"

Rob let go of his grip on his jeans. Both he and Duke turned towards me. I felt vaguely like an antelope that had just been spotted by two lions. My heart skipped a beat.

"What about..." I stuttered. "What about me?"

"You're a gay dude," Jackson said. "Sure, you're not a girl, but gays guys love asses. Hell, I think gay guys probably like looking at dudes' asses even more than chicks. You've probably seen more of 'em too! Chicks only know what they see from their boyfriends; gay dudes have seen all best asses that porn has to offer."

"Yeah!" Duke chimed in. "Tyler can tell us. There's no way he's picking your sorry ass over mine."

Rob looked conflicted. I somewhat felt the same way, to be honest. Sure, there was something hot about being the deciding vote in which of them had the best ass, but at the same time, I knew that it could quickly spiral into a situation where they all teamed up to make fun of the lecherous gay guy.

"What about you, Jackson?" Rob asked. "Kind of funny that you're tossing out suggestions when you're not even involved. Why do you care so much if you aren't even part of the competition?"

A smirk appeared on Jackson's face and his bright green eyes lit up. His spine straightened; a spark inside of him was jolting him into action.

"I got a better ass than both of you!" Jackson proclaimed. "I work out twice as much as Duke. Someone could use my ass as a model for a work of art. I thought the thing between you two was just about picking a second-place finisher. If you want me to demolish you both, I can do that."

"Bro thinks he's the final boss of good asses," Duke commented with a titter.

"I'm in if Jackson is," Rob said. The tentativeness had vanished from his face.

It took me a moment to understand Rob's gambit. He needed another person so two of them would lose. It's harder to continually rag on two losers since they can team up to push back.

I was still trying to accept what was happening. Am I really about to judge a straight-guy-ass contest? I thought to myself. A wave of excitement began to rise within me. It was something I could have only fantasized about at one point in my life. It seemed so dumb to somehow make it into a scary thing when it was actually really fucking sexy.

"Okay," Jackson said while walking towards the other two. "Let's all line up. It'll be like one of those police movies, but with asses instead of faces."

The three of them chuckled as they formed a line; Duke was on the left, Rob was in the middle, and Jackson was on the right. I just stood on the other side of the room. I wasn't sure what to expect next.

"Dude, you gotta get closer," Duke instructed me. "Come sit on the sofa."

My feet were moving before I even realized it. I plopped myself down onto the faded navy sofa that was positioned roughly ten feet away from where they were standing. I quickly leaned forward; it was almost like being forced into the role of a judge was making me act like one - or how I thought they would, at least.

"Okay," Jackson said. "Who has the best ass?"

Duke leaned forward at the waist just enough to pop his bubble butt out a little more. Rob yanked at the waistband of his jeans so they were contouring against his cheeks. Jackson seemed to be clenching his glutes; the tight black fabric showed a dimple on the side of each bun.

I just gawked at them in awe. They all looked - as some girl had supposedly said earlier that evening - delicioso. Duke's looked the most like a classic bubble butt. Jackson's had that insane musculature that was only possible with super low body fat. Rob's looked the most like the ass I'd expect from a run-of-the-mill straight guy. There was something seductive about that, too.

"Come on, bro," Duke said. "Who's the winner? It's me, right?"

Jesus fucking Christ, I thought. I'm kind of loving this. I'd never had three straight guys asking me to objectify them. Straight dudes had usually ignored me when it came to anything overtly related to my sexuality. I knew it was a little seedy and a little sweaty, but I was really enjoying myself. I kind of didn't want it to end.

"I don't know," I said, feigning serious indecision. "I mean, you're all wearing different kinds of pants. It's not super easy comparing an ass in jeans to an ass in khakis. Also, how they look is only half of the picture. Like, I mean... how do they feel?"

My mouth went dry as I said the last sentence, even as my insides got hot. I knew that it could end up nuking the whole thing from orbit, but I had to see what happened.

"Fuck, yeah," Duke said. "I'm definitely winning now. Get your gay ass over here and start feeling me up, bro. Ain't no way I'm losing after you touch this."

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it had actually worked.

"Nah," Duke said, "you just stay seated. We'll come to you."

The old wooden floor creaked as Duke walked the few steps it took to get to me. He stood so close that his ass was only a foot away from my face. I worried I might start drooling knowing that his juicy buns were so close I could practically lick them.

"You pussies forfeiting?" Duke asked, looking at his compatriots, who were still standing in the same place. "Fine by me. I'll assume it's because you both know that you can't compete now that Tyler's judging how they feel too."

Jackson rolled his eyes. He marched over so that he was standing to the left of Duke. Rob begrudgingly followed a few seconds later; he took the spot on Duke's right side.

"I never quit, bro," Jackson said. "Come on, Tyler. Start squeezing some buns."

I slowly lifted my hands; I tentatively placed a mitt on each of Duke's enormous cheeks. I didn't want to scare him away. I carefully cupped them like I was performing some kind of medical exam.

"Very nice," I said attempting to sound clinical.

While I tried to appear calm and collected, alarms were going off in my brain. I was still in a state of shock that a certified pussy-bandit jock-bro hunk was letting me - no, telling me to - grope him.

"Bro," Duke said, "you gotta really get in there. You're not even feeling the jiggle."

Duke reached behind himself. He clasped his hands over mine, then forced my fingers to knead into his massive peachy bubble butt. He paused for a second, like he wanted me to feel its heft -- and, boy, did it have a healthy weight to it. Then he started rapidly manipulating my hands so his thick globes were bouncing in them.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head watching his ass jiggling around in my mitts. The feeling of his large fingers pushing me to do it only made to whole thing even more erotic.

"See?" Rob said from the sidelines. "I told you. Look at that. It's like a tub of lard."

"Shut up, bro," Duke replied. "You don't know what you're taking about. Let's ask the judge."

Duke abruptly stopped the forced shaking motion, then removed his hands from mine. I didn't pull away, though. I felt too good scooping him up into my grasp.

"It's a very nice ass," I said. "I can feel the muscle. It's clear you keep in shape. I... I can also feel that you have a really nice amount of padding on top of the muscle, too."

I wanted to say so much more. I wanted to tell him that I'd eat his ass for dessert every night. I wanted to say that it was the exactly like the asses that made me shoot the biggest loads whenever I'd see one while watching porn. I didn't, though. I had more sense than that.

"Who's next?" I asked.

"That's it, bro?" Duke said sounding disappointed. "Gay dudes are supposed to love ass. You should be creaming yourself over what you've got in your hands right now."

"Sounds like he wasn't that impressed, man," Jackson teased him. "Maybe he likes muscle instead of flab? Let's see."

Jackson playfully pushed on Duke's upper back to force him to step forward. I was bummed to feel Duke's perfect cheeks pull away from my hands. Jackson pushed himself into the spot in front of me. He tensed up his ass again; it was clear that he was ready to be touched.

I didn't even need to be told. I just reached out and started groping. Jackson's ass felt like pure muscle. Unlike Duke's, it only had the smallest layer of fat covering it. As I dug my fingers into the fabric of his dress pants, I could feel the place where different muscle groups transitioned into one another. I knew it must take an insane amount of work to achieve something like that.

"Like steel," I proclaimed. "This ass is like steel. It feels like solid, compact muscle. It's very impressive. I haven't felt another ass that was this muscular."

"Sounds like a first-place review to me," Jackson said.

"Bullshit, man!" Duke exclaimed.

Jackson stepped away. All three of us stared at Rob. He looked like he wasn't sure about what he wanted to do.

"Isn't this..." he started. "Isn't this kind of gay?"

Jackson and Duke both burst out laughing. Rob began to awkwardly chuckle like he finally understood the joke.

"Dude, he's just squeezing our butts to see which one is the best," Jackson said. "It's not like we're fucking him up the poop chute."

"I mean," Duke said, "it's probably a little bit gay, but I'm also way more than a little bit drunk. But I don't have a problem with gay people. Tyler here is a super cool dude - smart, funny... good-looking. I mean, 'no homo,' bro."

"Yeah, I guess it's cool," Rob said as he took the spot in front of me.

Unlike earlier, he didn't hike up his jeans. I knew that he wasn't feeling it the same way. I lightly touched his ass through the denim. It felt... fine. It was kind of similar to how it looked - a little above average, but not spectacular.

"Wow!" I said while forcing my eyes to go wide. "Very nice! Very, very nice. This one feels like a man's ass. I don't know how to explain it, but it is the most masculine out of the three. Maybe it has something to do with the shape?"

"That's a load of crap!" Jackson commented.

"I'm starting to think this thing is rigged," Duke added. "Bro, did you pay him to say that?"

"Shut up," Rob said. "I told you girls love my ass."

Rob stepped away. All three of the dumb jocks turned to face me. I felt like a contestant on one of those dating shows where I only had one rose to give. I was an impossible decision. Well, it would have been an impossible decision if I'd had any real intention to make a choice in that moment.

"I think I need to see them again," I said.

"This is my time to shine!" Duke responded gleefully. He spun around and presented his ass to me like it was on a platter. Before I could say anything, he started to jiggle it again with his hands. "Come on. Look at that. Nothing can beat this ass!"

Jackson and Rob followed suit. Rob must have been feeling more emboldened; he yanked up his jeans again so that the denim clung to his cheeks.

"Go with the muscle, Tyler," Jackson said as he smacked his clenched buns.

"Dudes!" Rob interjected. "He already said mine is the mostly manly. Gay guys love manly. That's why they're gay!"

I was living the Goldilocks and the Three Bears fantasy. Well, more like Golden-Haired Twink and the Three Drunk Straight Dudes. I was more than fine with that, though. Somehow, I still couldn't decide which bowl of porridge I wanted to most stick my tongue into. I wanted them all.

Duke suddenly stopped bouncing his cheeks for me. I'd been enjoying watching them jiggle; it was almost hypnotizing. "Okay, bro," he said. "This is like one-million percent 'no homo,' but I gotta do whatever it takes to win."

What the fuck is he talking about? I wondered. Two seconds later, Duke began to pull at the back of his waistband. I watched with awe as his breathtaking, juicy-as-a-ripe-peach ass came into view. There was just the smallest hint of light down covering his cheeks; they were a nice sun-kissed tan color.

"What the fuck are you doing, bro?" Jackson asked with a chortle.

"I don't even know, man. I just gotta win this thing."

"I think Tyler's brain just exploded," Rob said with glee while looking over his shoulder at me.

"You like that, huh?" Duke said. "Look at that jiggle. That's the jiggle of a first-place ass."

Duke began to shimmy his hips so his cheeks were jostling from side to side. It was stoking a fire in my boxer briefs. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick.

"What the fuck, man?" Rob said while giggling. "I can't. I'm out, bro. This is too good, though."

"Fuck yeah!" Duke hooted. "One down, one to go."

"Come on and give that peach a squeeze," Duke ordered before loudly sniggering.

"Not so fast," Jackson said.

He sidled up next to Duke so that their asses were only a few inches from touching cheek to cheek. He quick lowered his pants enough to show his firm, muscular glutes. Both of their behinds were framed by the waistbands digging into where their thighs connected with their asses; it somehow made their butts look even perkier.

Before he had a chance to rescind the offer, I planted my mitts on Duke's bouncing cheeks. I was surprised that he didn't stop shaking them around after I'd touched them. The jiggling mounds sent reverberations through my arms. It felt amazing.

"Holy shit!" Duke said, acting shocked. "I can't believe a gay dude is grabbing my bare ass. Fuck am I wasted."

"This is gold!" Rob said. "I gotta get a video of this, bro."

Rob pulled out his phone and started to aim it at the debauchery playing out in front of him; I just let myself be in the moment. Duke's bouncing ass looked like a work of art hopping around between my hands. I kneaded my fingers into the soft, luscious padding. I felt my cock firming up to a solid semi. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I was at full mast.

"Do a comparison!" Rob instructed, jamming the phone closer to my face. "One hand on each ass."

My right hand jumped ship from a delightful mound of delectable Jell-O to a rock-hard, muscular ass cheek. It was like fire and ice -- yin and yang. They felt like polar opposites but were both perfect at the same time.

"How you liking getting felt up by a guy?" Rob asked before aiming the phone at Jackson's face.

"Could be worse," Jackson said with a smirk. "At least he's got soft hands."

I let my fingers give into their desires. I clawed with my left paw. I could see light red marks imprinting on Duke's luscious cheek. I wanted more of it. I wanted all of it.

I used my right hand to grope Jackson's firm glute muscle. It made me incredibly aroused knowing that he had to be flexing to keep it that tight. He was doing his darndest to show off to his gay roommate. It didn't make sense, but it was happening.

"So... who's the winner?" Duke asked as his jiggling vibrations came to a halt.

I didn't want to let go of either of them. I frantically tried to think of a way to keep the nonsensical judging process going. In that moment, it felt like the most important problem I'd ever had to find a solution for.

Alas, Jackson took a step forward a mere moment later. My hand was separated from his glorious ass. Duke followed suit a few right after. I ogled their asses, trying to etch the image onto my retinas. I fully expected them to cover themselves.

I was wrong, though. They just stood there looking back over their shoulders at me. They were each silently begging me to them pick as the winner. Nothing this good can last forever, I thought to myself.

"Come on," Rob said. "Pick one. Which one gets the gay guy seal of approval?"

"Duke has a grade-A ass," I said. "I hadn't realized just how huge and juicy it is. The way it bounces is truly insane. I don't even know how to describe it."

A huge grin spread across Duke's face. I knew he assumed that he had just snagged the title of culo más delicioso. I wasn't about to leave Jackson out in the cold, though.

"Jackson has the ass of a bodybuilder," I stated. "If you blindfolded me and told me I was feeling up a young Schwarzenegger, I wouldn't even question you. His ass looks incredible. It has all of these connections where you can see each of the muscle groups. It looks like it's chiseled out of marble - like a famous sculpture."

A look of bewilderment overtook Duke's face. Just as quickly, Jackson adopted the same expression as the cat that got the cream. Rob was still buzzing around me. He was waiting to capture the crowning on film. I was sure he'd somehow use it to tease them later.

"Come on, man," Duke bristled. "You gotta pick one."

"So, visually it was practically a tie. There's something equally appealing about Duke's oversized, juicy peach of an ass and Jackson's firm, muscular glutes that seem to be carved out of stone."

I paused for a moment. I oddly felt bad about having to pick just one of them to win. I knew it was a stupid thing to care about.

"However... feeling them is what helped me break the tie. When you're a gay dude, you have to factor in function too. You think about what it'd feel like to be balls deep in an ass."

"What the hell, man?" Rob said, though he was still chuckling. "Too much information."

"You imagine the sensation of the cheeks slapping against your skin. You think about what it feels like to have your dick cradled by the guy's buns."

"Holy shit, bro!" Jackson said with a chortle. "I think I've just been eye-fucked by a dude. Does this mean I'm bi now?"

All three of them laughed. I kind of did, too. There was something seductive about how nonchalant and playful everything had been. I'd once heard someone say, "There's nothing gayer than a couple of drunk straight guys." In that moment, it felt like truer words had never been spoken.

"I just couldn't resist the jiggle," I said. "Duke. Duke has the hottest ass out of the three of you."

"Hell yeah!" Duke hollered as he pumped his right arm into the air. "I told you, pancake-ass motherfuckers!"

Jackson shook his head and hoisted up his trousers. For someone so competitive, I was surprised that he wasn't contesting the results. Then I figured that maybe he was smart enough to know that extending things would just lead to me groping them both for even longer.

"Number-one ass!" Duke chanted rhythmically, while giving his left cheek a slap between each refrain. "Number-one ass! Number one-ass!"

"Congrats, bro," Jackson said.

"What's my prize?" Duke asked.

"I think the second-place finisher should have to give the first-place ass a nice kiss," Rob said from behind his phone camera.

"Fuck no!" Jackson said with a grimace.

"Kiss my ass!" Duke teased. "Kiss it right on its juicy cheek!"

"No way, bro," Jackson said with a chortle. "It's not the runner-up who does that shit. Haven't you ever watched a competition with a judge? It's the person who announces the winner that gives the kiss!"

"I don't care, man," Duke said playfully. "I just want the kiss I earned."

My face burned bright red as Rob and Jackson both looked at me. I knew that the tables had turned. I should have felt nervous, but it sparked even more sexual excitement deep down in my core.

"Come on," Rob said. "Kiss it, bro."

"Give it a nice, sloppy wet one," Jackson teased.

I don't know what I was thinking. I don't even know if I was thinking. I swiftly leaned forward and gave Duke the softest peck on his right cheek. I barely made contact before pulling back. I felt like my heart was going to explode in my chest.

"Holy shit!" Rob yelled into the camera. "Look at that, chat. We got some legit gay shit going on up in here."

Jackson just smiled and shook his head. It seemed like he was working hard to not laugh out loud.

"You fuckers are playing with me, huh?" Duke said. "I didn't feel shit! Is this some kind of a joke?"

He'd been looking straight ahead when I'd ambushed him with my unexpected kiss. I couldn't believe he hadn't felt it. Even if it was the lightest peck, he should have been able to feel the heat from my lips.

"Do-over!" Rob hollered jokingly. "He's gotta get a do-over since he didn't feel it."

"Didn't feel it?" Duke said. "He didn't even do it. Y'all are messing with me."

Jackson looked at me. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. My stomach did a somersault as I wondered what he was thinking. "Come on, Tyler," he said. "That wasn't even a peck, bro. You gotta get in there and give it a big, wet kiss."

I shook my head. Even though part of me wanted to do all kinds of fucked-up, kinky shit to Duke's luscious ass, I didn't want to do it on camera.

"Come on, just one more," Jackson goaded me.

"Fine," I said.

"Lean forward and put your hands on your knees, Duke," Jackson instructed. "Give him that perfect landing zone on one of those cheeks."

I expected Duke to push back on the idea, so I was thrown for a loop when he leaned forward a second later. He spread his legs just enough so his cheeks parted ever-so-slightly. Something about being so close to seeing his pink pucker fired me up. Any thoughts I'd had about bailing flew out the window.

"Give the winner a big kiss!" Rob said.

I started to slowly lean forward. The entire time I was moving closer to my target, I kept one eye on Duke's hidden cavern; I was praying that I'd get a peek of something good. I started to purse my lips when I was an inch away from his delectable ass cheek.

Suddenly, I felt a hand wrap itself around the back of my nape. At the exact same moment, Rob burst out into laughter. I didn't understand what was happening until it was too late. My head was forced to change course just enough so that my nose and puckered lips slipped between the opening in Duke's cheeks.

I tried to pull away; it felt like a natural reaction. Duke's thick, juicy cheeks contoured to my face like I was wearing a skin-tight mask. I kept being forced deeper and deeper. It wasn't until my lips butted up against the most tender flesh imaginable that the hand stopped pushing me forward.

"What the fuck?" Duke hollered while starting to laugh. "What the fuck are you doing, Jackson?"

Duke's body was shaking from cackling. His massive cheeks were jiggling against my face. I couldn't believe I was ass to mouth with a straight, hunky super stud. It felt like a dream. Well, it would have been more like a dream if I'd been able to breathe more easily. I felt like I was barely able to get the air I needed, wedged deep inside his canyon.

"Come on," Jackson said, "give your favorite ass a nice sloppy kiss and I'll let you go."

"You're so stupid," Duke replied.

I knew it was supposed to be a joke. I knew I was supposed to use all my force to pull away and free myself. In that moment, however, I was on cloud nine. The feeling of Duke's buns hugging my face sent a sexual shiver up my spine. The fact that I could literally feel his pucker against my lips was blowing my mind. My cock got harder than it had ever been in no time at all. I wanted to resist the singular urge that every fiber of my being was feeling, but I couldn't.

I let loose. I frantically started lapping at Duke's tender hole like it was my only job. His delicate flesh felt so soft and warm against my velvety tongue.

"Holy fuck!" Duke bellowed. "Holy-fucking-shit!"

I expected him to jump forward to escape my teasing tongue, but he didn't. His ass cheeks started shaking. I wondered if his knees were about to give way. I knew from his reaction that it had to be the first time he'd ever being rimmed.

"Is he doing it?" Rob asked. "Is he kissing your ass crack?"

I kept licking and lapping and slurping. His bussy was the best thing I'd ever tasted. My heart started beating faster as I sensed his pucker puffing up from all of the stimulation. He was going from zero to sixty in record time.

"He's..." Duke half-moaned half-giggled. "He's licking my asshole. Oh, fuck!"

"No fucking way!" Rob exclaimed. "This is the gayest shit I've ever seen!"

I didn't care. I could hear their voices, but nothing they said was taking hold. I was going wild - almost feral. Saliva was spilling from my mouth and lubing up Duke's hole so that it was unimaginably wet.

My tongue raced towards the center of his pucker. I wildly lashed his hole with its tip. I wanted to drive him insane. I wanted to make the sexy straight boy with one of the best asses I'd ever seen lose his mind.

"Ohhh!" Duke gasped. "Ohhhh! Uhhh! Fu... fuck!"

Oddly enough, he started laughing again a moment later. I wasn't sure if he still thought it was all some extremely homoerotic hijinks or if he was just overwhelmed with everything he was feeling to the point where his emotions were getting all mixed up.

"You think that kiss was good enough, Duke?" Jackson asked playfully. "Let me know when and I can let him go."

I fully anticipated that Duke would cry out that he'd had enough. I think I even imagined him yelling it in my mind. He didn't, though. He stayed silent as his body shook with excitement.

I had no idea what Rob and Jackson could see from their vantage points. It wasn't like I could look at them with my face buried in Duke's ass. I wondered if they could tell what I was doing or if they thought Duke was pulling their legs.

I darted the tip of my tongue to the center of Duke's hole. It slowly wormed its way into his warm, puffy ring. I could feel his delicate skin opening up for my velvety tongue. Each centimeter of ground I gained felt like the ultimate sexual victory.

"Fuuuuuuccccccccck!" Duke half-moaned half-shouted. "I... I...."

I was wiggling my tongue inside of him -- well, not all the way inside of him... but it was enough. His ring was pulsing as it contracted around my tongue. It didn't know how to accept being conquered. I don't think Duke knew how to accept it either.

My cock was throbbing. My mind was spinning. I wanted nothing more than to eat his bussy until he begged me to stop. I wanted to make him ask every single one of his future girlfriends to try rimming him in the hopes that one of them would ever be able to make him feel as good as I had.

"I... I... I..." Duke gasped. "I gotta stop!"

Something about the way he said it let me know that he was serious. I pulled my tongue out of him as quickly as I could. Of course I wanted to keep going, but I wasn't about to force him to do it.

Duke jostled forward, releasing my face from his suffocating bubble butt. I took a deep breath - something I hadn't been able to do for a while. He hurriedly straightened himself up and yanked up his pants. I tried to wipe off my mouth before anyone could see the spittle that was plastered on my chin.

"That was fucking crazy!" Duke said. "Funny... funny prank, guys. Kinda gay, though."

"What the fuck just happened?" Rob asked. He appeared to be simultaneously amused and bemused.

"Duke won the best ass contest," Jackson said as he removed his hand from my nape. "This second-place finisher needs to get some sleep now. I think we all had a little too much to drink."

"Dude," Duke said with a feigned chuckle, "I don't even know what just happened."

I was still revved up; I was also trying to hide my boner with my hands, even though nobody was looking at my crotch. I'd just gotten a surreal glimpse of the world of weird straight-guy shit. It felt unreal that they were all just going to pretend that what we'd done hadn't happened.

"I'm going to hit the hay," Jackson said as he left the room.

"Oh," Rob chimed in, "me, too." He didn't seem to be on that exact page as the other two, but he knew enough to follow Jackson's lead.

"Yeah, I'm fucking out of it," Duke said. "I'm going to feel like shit tomorrow."

Jackson and Rob went into their room. Duke went into the one we shared with one another. I thought about immediately following him, but it didn't feel right. I knew that I at least needed to give my boner time to go down.

I picked up several cups that the resident slobs had left on the coffee table that evening and put them in the sink. Then I found a sponge and wiped the table down; it was sticky with beer, naturally. I told myself that I was doing it to keep the apartment from getting damaged, but I knew that I was just buying some time.

About five minutes later, my sexual high was well in the rear view mirror. My dick was flaccid again, and the sparking energy in my groin had fizzled out. I figured it had been enough time for Duke to climb into his bed and pass out.

As I approached the room, the door was open just a crack. I could tell from the soft light that Duke had turned on one of the desk lamps instead of the one overhead. I wondered if he was actually still awake as I slowly opened the door.

I looked over at Duke's bed on the right-hand side as I crossed the threshold. He wasn't there. I wondered where he might be. Then, I heard a squeaking noise on the other side - my side - of the room.

What the fuck? It was all I could think as I took in the sight in front on me. Duke was completely naked and splayed out on top of my bed. He'd ripped back the comforter and arranged himself so that he was stomach-down, ass-up on my sheets. His six-foot-foot three frame was so big that his bare feet were nearly hanging off the edge.

I took a few steps towards him. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be taking deep breaths. I shook my head. I knew that he'd drunk too much, but I didn't get how he'd be too confused to know which bed he'd been sleeping in for the past six weeks.

"Duke," I said in a partial whisper. "Come on, man. You're in my bed."

He didn't acknowledge me. He didn't move. I paused for a second to take him all in. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. I studied the defined muscles at the top of his back before traveling south. His juicy, perky buns looked like two scenic hilltops in a picturesque town all the gay men were dying to visit on holiday. His thighs were thick and covered with the same light down as his butt.

It was oddly surreal seeing him naked for the first time as he dozed in my bed. It felt like something I shouldn't be privy to. He'd obviously gone out of his way to at least be wearing underwear whenever we'd previously been together in the room. I felt like a long-suffering voyeur that was finally getting to see his victim exposed.

I sensed some sexual excitement beginning to build within my loins again. The same butterflies in my stomach from earlier were flapping their wings. The hair on my forearms was standing on end.

"Duke, buddy," I said a little louder. "You're in my bed. You need to get up and move."

After a few seconds, he adjusted his head but kept his eyes closed. I thought he was going to begrudgingly get up, but he didn't.

"I'm sleeping, bro," he mumbled. "I'm too tired and wasted to move. I don't even know what's going on."

He said it almost like a whiny child, and something about it didn't ring completely true. I had to keep myself from chuckling since I wasn't sure if he was playing some kind of joke. I wondered if maybe taking my bed was his version of payback for me crossing a line.

Duke started to move. I waited for him to get up. I nearly choked when he just spread his legs apart from one another. The canyon between them opened up even wider than it had in the living room. His balls were hanging down between his splayed-out thighs.

There's no way this is happening, I thought to myself. He's totally fucking with me. It felt like I was being taunted. I was the monkey in the cage, and he was the zookeeper holding a banana just a little too far away for me to reach it. Something about it made me excited. It felt like a challenge in a game I'd never been able to play.

"Okay, bud," I said as I gently perched on the side on my bed next to him. "Time to get up."

I gave him a hard slap against his left cheek. I watched with delight as it jiggled for a sold five seconds before coming to a stop. A red handprint in the shape of my mitt immediately started to form on his delectable bun.

"I'm sleeping, bro," he pretended to groan.

"Last warning," I said. "If you don't move, I'm going to feast on that ass. I'm going to rim you until your mind explodes. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue. Got it?"

I expected him to hop out of my bed. I was sure I'd called his bluff and he'd admit defeat in whatever straight-guy mind game he was trying to play with me.

He didn't move a muscle.

"I'm too tired," he said. Then he grabbed the pillow next to him and placed it over his head.

I was beyond turned on. My cock was throbbing. I didn't quite understand the rules of the game, but I was falling in love with it. I wasn't sure what to do next. I thought about giving him another swat on the ass. It didn't feel like the right move. In the end, Duke made the move for me.

I felt the bed shake next to me. I glanced over to see that Duke had raised his hips the slightest amount and popped his ass further into the air. I may not have been the suavest guy, but I knew an invitation when I saw one.

Without a second thought, I hopped up onto the bed between Duke's parted legs. He didn't even flinch. I planted both hands down on his succulent globes. My eyes starting bugging out as I spread them apart. I was finally seeing the promised land.

My head was spinning. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. The sight of his rosy-pink pucker was overloading my senses. My mouth filled with drool at the memory of its musky-sweet taste.

I leaned forward, letting his scent fill my lungs. I slowly and carefully began to drag my tongue across his perfect pucker. His body shook like he'd just been struck by a bolt of lightning.

I lapped at his hot flesh with a type of sexual ferocity previously unknown to me. My soft tongue swiped across his hole over and over again. I could hear some muffled noises beneath the pillow covering his face.

My cock pulsed with energy each time I used the tip of my tongue to trace the outline of his tight pucker. My face was burning up after only a minute of having his juicy buns pressing against my cheeks.

"Ummmf!" was the garbled moan he let out under the pillow.

His asshole was begging to swell up again like it had earlier. I was having the time of my life eating his straight boy bussy. Drool was spilling out from my mouth and utterly soaking his hole.

I decided it was time to break through his ring. I carefully started to wriggle the tip of my tongue into the center of his pink starfish. His ass cheeks suddenly shook; the feeling of them wobbling against my face was heavenly.

"Ooooooof nyyyyyy grrrrrrd!" he shouted from below his feather-filled shield.

I couldn't wait any longer; I wedged my tongue inside. His wet, puffy flesh begrudgingly gave way to my wriggling conqueror. His ring was trying to contract around my slippery appendage. It just made me want to work harder.

I ran my tongue's tip around the inside of his ring. I kept going and going. His increasingly intense shaking wasn't about to stop me. It just poured more gasoline on the fire in my belly.

I thrust my tongue deeper inside of him. I wanted to taste every last bit of him. I wanted to know a part of him that nobody else ever had.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck!" Duke screamed loud enough so that even the pillow couldn't distort the sound.

Without warning, he pulled his hips forward just enough so that the inch of my tongue that I'd worked inside of him was evicted from his sweet hole. Just as quickly, he thrust himself backwards so that my silky-slick tongue rammed back inside of him. To be honest, I was a little stunned. It fucking turned me on, though.

Duke gradually started to fuck himself with my tongue. I wondered if he was humping the mattress as well. Two-for-one stimulation sounded like a good deal to me.

Eventually, I got into the rhythm. When he'd rock back into me, I'd wiggle my tongue as deep inside of him as I could. My nose would scrunch up against my face with the impact of each collision.

"Holy shit!" Duke moaned as clear as day, letting me know he had removed the pillow.

Beads of sweat were dripping from the back of my neck. Drops of saliva were trickling down onto Duke's balls. Pearls of pre-cum had started to ooze from my cock slit. Everything was deliciously wet - wet with unbridled lust.

"Oh God, man," Duke whined. "That... that's insane."

He was ramming his ass against me so hard that his thick cheeks had started to make a soft clapping sound each time they smacked my face. The pace kept increasing. It was euphoria-inducing. Still, though, I needed more. I wanted to make it a night he'd never forget.

"Roll over," I commanded as I pulled away from him.

He tucked his legs up underneath him and rolled over so that he was laying on his back. After assuming the new position, he splayed his legs around me so that I was between them. Watching him do what I said without the teensiest bit of pushback was one of the most salacious things I'd ever witnessed.

Duke's cheeks were ruddy from exertion. His icy blue eyes were only half-open, but they sparkled with delight. His lips were parted as he breathed deeply trying to revive himself after being pushed to his sexual limits.

Duke's cock was completely hard. Seeing it for the first time made me feel almost giddy. It had to be about eight inches, and it was thicker than most of the other guys I'd been with. My mouth watered when I noticed the large veins crawling up his shaft.

I leaned forward and grabbed his dick around the root. I didn't give him any time to react. I wrapped my lips around his cock head and started sucking.

"Ahhhh!" Duke gasped.

I was too overstimulated to go slow. I didn't have it in me to rewind the clock to something gentler. I was bobbing up and down in mere seconds. His slit was slamming against my uvula as I used my tongue to slather his rod with saliva.

"I... I don't even know what's going on, man," he said with all the authenticity of an amateur actor. "I'm so out of it."

I sucked on him like I was auditioning for a porn. I started jerking him with one hand in time to my bobbing motions. Drool spilled forth from my lips to completely lube up his rock-hard rod. I tickled the underside of his shaft very time my tongue slid across it.

"Fuck!" Duke moaned. "Holy fuck!"

I played with his balls with my free hand. They felt warm and full. I could already imagine how good his cum was going to taste.

I knew what I had to do. I was only part way to my goal of breaking a straight guy's brain, and I'd resolved to get there no matter what it took.

I lunged forward, forcing two inches of Duke's cock into my throat. I felt that violent urge to gag that I'd been teaching myself to ignore since I'd started sucking guys off. I made myself hold the position for several seconds to let my throat adjust to the sensation.

"AHHHHHHhhhhhhh!" Duke bellowed.

His body shook with excitement. It felt like he was forcing himself to not pull away from me just as much as I was forcing myself to keep him in my throat. We were completely connected with one another; I loved it.

I started bobbing again, but I made sure to keep the new depth. His cock was plunging into my throat, I could see that I still had two more inches to go. I wasn't a quitter, though.

Duke's balls felt like they were dancing in my hand. It reminded me of the sensation of his thick cheeks jiggling against my face.

Let's do it! I thought, cheering myself on. I rushed forward so that his cock rocketed into my throat. I pushed and pushed, ignoring any urge to gag. I didn't stop until I felt my nose touch his trimmed patch of light brown pubes.

"Oh!" he hollered. "Oh, my fucking God! What... what the fuck?"

I wished I could see his expression. I could picture his eyes rolling back into his head and his mouth hanging open with delight. I held my position.

Duke's cock was pulsing inside of my throat. My slick passageway had perfectly contoured itself around his girthy rod. I knew I was probably imagining it, but it felt like his dick was beginning to throb harder after only a few seconds of being deepthroated.

"Dude," Duke said with a hint of urgency. "Dude. Dude. Dude!"

After about ten seconds, I knew I had to breathe. I slowly slid off of his cock. I decided to take a look at him. Just as I'd imagined, Duke's mouth was agape with delight. His eyes were rolling back, but their lids were fluttering like he'd somehow malfunctioned.

"Fuck," he whispered. "No... no girl has ever done that before."

I glanced down at his cock. The timing was perfect. A thick stream of pre-cum pushed its way out of his slit. I watched with delight as it dribbled down his throbbing shaft.

Seeing the pre-cum switched on a light bulb. It made me remember that I still had one more area to explore. I still had one more thing I could do with Duke that would change him forever.

I used my right middle finger to scoop up the pre-cum that had trickled down his cock. Duke watched but seemed to still be in a sexual haze.

"Lift your ass up from the bed just a little," I commanded.

Yet again, he followed my instructions. I used my free hand to grab his left cheek and pulled at it to create an opening between his buns. I was on a mission. I maneuvered my right hand with the middle finger extended like a missile. Impact, I thought playfully as my cum-covered fingertip collided with his pucker.

Duke's face revealed that he was awestruck. I began to massage the pre-cum into his hole. It was still slightly opened up from all the work my tongue had done to batter through its tender entrance.

I pushed my finger inside. I expected there to be more resistance, but there wasn't. I realized that there wasn't much difference between the width of the first inch of a tongue and a middle finger. There was, however, a considerable difference in the depth they could achieve.

I slid my finger deeper and deeper. I knew what I was hunting for. Duke's eyes got wider and wider. His mouth was open like he wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out.

I sensed that it was close. I was on the verge of reaching the spot I'd been hunting for. I looked right into Duke's icy blue eyes. I wanted to enjoy every second of what was about to happen.

I slowly pressed my fingertip against his prostate. He began to gasp for air like a fish that had inexplicably ended up on dry land. One of his eyes closed while the other rolled back into his head. His pouty bottom lip was quivering.

That was all I needed. I began to stroke his prostate.

"Oh-OHHhhhh-OohhhhhHHHh!" he gasped. "Wh... wh... whaaaat the-fuck-is th... th... thhhhaaAAAAAt?!"

I didn't answer. A huge smile spread across my face. I wasn't about to give up all of my secrets to a straight boy.

I grabbed his dick with my left hand. I began to gently stroke him while simultaneously teasing his prostate.

"I... I'm so drunk," he half-moaned seconds later. I knew it was what he needed to tell himself. He needed an excuse to fully enjoy the experience.

I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. It was throbbing infinitely harder than it had been when he'd been in my throat earlier. I understood the immeasurable power of playing with a guy's prostate for the first time.

I started deepthroating him again, but I wasn't holding him inside. I was just fucking his cock into my throat. I made sure to pull out far enough with each bobbing motion so his cock head had to squeeze back down into my gullet again. I knew it had to feel completely insane.

"Fuck!" Duke cried out. "Holy shit. Holy shit, bro! I can't. I can't."

I kept taking his cock with my velvety throat. I started to pull my middle finger in and out of him. With each collision into his prostate, I'd give him forceful stroke. Part of me still felt like it was all a dream. I'd never in a million years have imagined finger-fucking my straight, hunky jock roommate.

"That's good," Duke moaned. "So good."

I couldn't resist. I slid in another finger. His tight pucker was struggling to accept the extra intruder.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped.

I kept going. I knew he'd loosen up in a few seconds. I tried to focus on really teasing him with my tongue as I deepthroated him to offer a distraction from the temporary discomfort.

Duke's cock was throbbing ferociously hard in my throat. My velvety tunnel was getting even slicker; I knew he had to be leaking pre-cum like a champ. My cock was doing the same. Part of me wanted to reach down and play with myself, but it was just too much fun using both my hands to drive Duke wild.

It wasn't long before my index and middle fingers were both pressing against Duke's prostate. He was squirming from head to toe; I wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to take it. I truly wanted to make it something he'd never forget.

I began to really finger-fuck him. I plunged in and out, jackhammering his tight little hole.

"Ahhhhh! AHHhhHhh! Keep going! Harder!"

I did it! I thought to myself. It was exactly what I'd wanted to hear from him. I knew I'd jerk off to the memory of those three words for years to come.

"I... I... I'm getting close," he moaned.

Part of me wanted to keep sucking him and let him fill my belly with his load. It was what I'd been planning to do. Then, however, a novel urge suddenly overtook me, and I found myself incapable of resisting it.

I pulled my head away from his throbbing cock. He had a similar crazed expression on his face to the one he'd made when I first I tickled his prostate. I abruptly stopped finger-fucking him, but I left my digits inside of him just short of touching his special spot.

"Did you say you came?" I asked pretending to be confused. "I didn't taste anything, but some guys don't make that much."

"What?" Duke asked in a stupor. "No."

"No, you don't make a lot of cum?'

He was still panting. It was obvious that he'd been extremely close to the edge. Just a few more seconds and he would have unloaded in my throat.

"No. No, I didn't cum yet."

"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked teasingly.

"Man, I'm so drunk," Duke replied. I knew it was code for "do it, but I want to maintain plausible deniability of being an active participant." I wanted more than that.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?" I asked. "It feels good, right?"

I slowly pushed them into his prostate. His eyelids flickered; his ring contracted around my two titillating digits.

"Just say it," I teased. "All you have to say is 'fuck me, Tyler.'"

He closed his eyes. I could sense the conflict inside of him, and I planned on tipping the scales. I began to slowly stroke his prostate with my fingertips. His face scrunched up and he inhaled deeply.

"Fuck me, Tyler," he said in barely a whisper.

It was enough.

I began to slide my fingers in and out of him working up to a nice tempo. I made sure to really press on his prostate with every inward thrust.

"Say it again," I instructed.

"F..." he cooed a little more loudly. "Fuck me, Tyler."

I began to jackhammer him again. His eyes went wide. He started panting like he was suffocating.

"Fuck me, Tyler."

I looked down at his cock. It was throbbing so hard that it was waving from side to side. The head was a deep red, like an overripe tomato. Its thick veins were bulging on the shaft. His large balls had pulled up close to his body.

I pressed as hard as I could. Each jabbing motion was an assault on his prostate. I was pulverizing the poor thing in the best possible way.

"Fuck me, Tyler!" he nearly yelled. "Fuck me, Tyler! Fuck me, Tyler!"

Duke's entire body started to violently shake. His large pecs were bouncing wildly; his muscular tree-trunk thighs had turned into jelly. His ring contracted around my fingers incredibly tightly.

Duke and I both watched in delight as the first massive jet of cum erupted from his slit and painted his chest. It was truly a beautiful sight.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he yowled like a wounded beast.

My work wasn't done, though. I kept hammering away with my fingers. Duke gasped and moaned and whimpered as seven more jets of thick, sticky jizz shot out of his throbbing cock.

He quite literally painted himself. There wasn't an inch of his torso that wasn't covered in cum. My spank bank was already full to overflowing, but for that, I fucking made room.

As the last few drops trickled from his slit, I stopped my attack on his hole. There was no longer a reason to keep duking it out with Duke's prostate. I'd accomplished my goal. I knew that a certified straight boy was going to be craving a good finger-fucking until the day he died. It was actually why I'd decided to stop sucking him off right at the end. I wanted him to know that one of his best orgasms had been solely the result of having a few fingers playing with his hole.

Duke collapsed backward onto the bed; he no longer needed to keep his head tilted forward to look at me. It was beyond apparent that he was exhausted. His cheeks were filled with color and his hair was matted with sweat. His chest was heaving up and down.

I leaned forward and start to lap up some of the jizz that had formed a pool in the groove of his six-pack abs. It had the same musky-sweet taste as his pucker.

Duke pulled the pillow back over his head. He didn't move a muscle or say a word as I proceeded to lick him clean. I spent five minutes lapping up every last drop until the jock was once again spotless.

I thought about squeezing into the narrow space on the bed between Duke and the wall; part of me wanted to fall asleep next to him. I decided against it, though. I'd already done more than enough. I needed to be content. It was already more than I could have ever hoped for.

I went over to Duke's bed and climbed into it. I turned off the desk lamp that he'd left on earlier that evening. As I let my face sink into the pillow, Duke's scent crashed over me like a wave. I fell asleep with the memories of what we'd just done lingering in my mind.

***********

BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!

I was ripped from my slumber by the sound of the alarm on my phone wailing on the other side of the room. I realized it was 8:30 a. m. I'd wanted to remind myself to go for a long jog before my class a few hours later. I hopped up, walked to my bedside table, and put an end to the annoying sound.

Duke was face down, ass up in my bed. His eyes were closed; I wondered if he was so tired that he'd slept through the noise. I noticed that he'd covered himself at some point; the top sheet was pulled over him so that it was up to just above his waist. The thicker comforter, however, had been abandoned at the foot of the bed.

"What time is it?" Duke groaned while refusing to open his eyes.

"8:30 a. m. Sorry about that. I forgot that I'd set my alarm."

Duke stretched his neck; it looked like he was trying to crack it. His right shoulder pulled up higher. It made all of the muscles in his back ripple.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Hung over," he grumbled. "I drank too much last night. Can't remember a thing."

A smirk spread across my face. I didn't feel the need to say anything. His continued one-note denial was oddly endearing in a way.

He finally opened his eyes. Light streaming in through the window made his icy blue irises glimmer. His light brown hair was disheveled, but it still looked sexy.

Without warning, Duke threw back the sheet that was covering him. It went tumbling down on the floor. He reached back with his right hand and scratched his left ass cheek.

"I'm naked?" he asked, feigning confusion. "Fuck, I'm so out of it."

He pulled his hand away from his ass and positioned it under his head. He let his eyelids slowly close.

"Naked... and in my bed," I said. "Think I can have it back now?"

"Huh?"

"Can I have my bed back now?"

"I don't know, bro. I'm still too drunk to move."

The bed creaked as Duke forced his wide legs apart. His opened them so wide that I could easily see his battered pink pucker nestled in between his juicy globes. My dick started to get hard.

I perched on the side of my bed. Duke didn't open his eyes. I knew he wouldn't.

"Just do what you need to do, man," he said.

He pulled the pillow out from under his head and covered his face with it. He arched his back so that his delectable ass pushed itself into the air.

My morning jog can wait, I thought. I should have some breakfast first. I licked my lips as I placed my hand on one of his peachy cheeks. I was beginning to realize that the last four weeks of our study abroad program were going to be better than either of us could have ever imagined.