Leftout Pt. 03

The bar was alive with boozy laughter, the clink of glasses, and an old samba record playing on the TV. The air was thick with sweat and spilled cachaça, the amber glow of dim lights casting shadows that crawled up the cracked brick walls.

I leaned against the counter, watching Lucas out of the corner of my eye. He was fidgeting with his beer label, tearing at the corner with his tremulous fingers.

I had told him to cut the guys off, and he did it. They had panicked, sending him a barrage of questions about what had happened. They had to be worried about what Lucas had told me. I couldn't let them know that I knew their secret. Not yet.

I would be too angry when they tried to explain themselves. Then we would stop talking, stop being friends. I had to face the fact that I didn't want to lose them.

Now, I was forcing Lucas to meet with them.

"You should relax," I told him, clapping him on the back a little too hard. "We're just here for drinks."

It was me who needed to relax. This was the place we used to hang out in the evenings. They would probably show up, especially because Lucas and I had posted a story on Insta, letting them know we were together.

"Let's go home," he said. "Let's chill."

I kept expecting him to turn on me. It was a weird feeling. I used to trust him completely, like a brother that I never had. Before everything that was going on now, "let's chill" meant just hanging out. Now, it meant he wanted to fuck me. He had tasted my cock. I had used his body in ways a brother never could.

I wanted to do it again and I wanted to do more, but I didn't want to seem too eager.

What if he took my vulnerability and exposed me. Lucas wouldn't do that, would he? Truth was, I didn't know him as well as I thought. He was a cocksucking slut after all, and I had no idea until I saw the pictures.

Did they laugh at me while they fucked?

The one they didn't want to include.

"Mateus..." Lucas grabbed my arm. I shook it off in a rude manner, which surprised him.

"Don't grab me like that in front of people," I said. "Control yourself, dude. Do you want people to know you're a sissy?"

"I'm not a sissy."

"You are if I tell you to be," I said.

He lowered his head.

How much could he take before he turned on me? I was being too cruel. But fuck, I couldn't stop myself. I was mad at him.

The others arrived.

First João, who had a girlfriend. But all I could think of was him naked, getting cock like a slut.

Then Gabriel behind him. Curly hair. Cute face. Religious as fuck. That didn't stop him of getting two cocks at once in his ass.

And, of course, Wilson. The guy I had brought into the group. He was looking good, tight jeans and a polo tucked in his waist. I hated him the most because he managed to fuck my oldest friends while I was pushed aside.

"Mateus, you good?" Lucas whispered. I glared at him.

Their greetings were awkward at first as they surrounded me and Lucas. Then Gabriel, ever the peacemaker, grinned like an idiot and adjusted his glasses.

"Shit, why didn't you guys invite us?" Gabriel's voice was too friendly. "Are you mad at us or somethin'?"

They had asked Lucas if he had told me anything, and Lucas had reassured all of them that he hadn't, but we were spending so much time together... they had to be nervous about it.

What did they think I would do? Tell on them? Were they afraid of that?

If I were them, I would be. I shivered thinking about my parents finding me out. I was sure they saw Lucas as another son. They wouldn't approve of what we were doing, to say the least.

I smirked and pushed off the counter. "What, we can't grab a drink without you assholes now?"

Gabriel clapped me on the shoulder, and I let him. "Next round's on me," he said.

"All good, man?" Wilson asked, his voice too casual.

"Better than."

Wilson smiled and seemed to relax.

I grinned, even though I was starting to regret being here. What business did I have getting in their way? They rejected me. Even Lucas was probably wishing I wasn't there anymore.

Looking at their confident faces, lying to my face, pretending nothing had happened even though I had seen all the pictures, it was killing me.

We got a table. I forced myself to pretend. It had been a long time since they were all together. They drank and relaxed, and soon, João and Gabriel were screaming over the table, meaning they had drunk their share. Gabriel and João always started arguments over religion which led to nowhere, and they never learned. The rest of us could only laugh.

We looked like such a normal group of loud young men that no one could guess what happened behind the curtains in that friend group.

"Imma go take a piss," Lucas said.

"Me too," Wilson said, following him. Lucas glanced a me for a moment, almost imperceptible.

I ignored them, lest the others noticed something in my face. My stomach churned. Lucas wasn't my girlfriend. Why should I care what he did in the bathroom with Wilson.

Gabriel kept talking. It was easy to hide my true emotions in silence. A few minutes later, Wilson and Lucas came back as if nothing happened. But I was sure that it had.

The worst of all was that I had a great time. I genuinely laughed and felt good with my friends, and for a moment, forgot that I wasn't a part of it. But once the drinking and joking was done, they would all be going to some place, away from family, church and girlfriend, away from me, to have sex together.

I looked at each of them, trying to decide who would be the one on the receiving end. Gabriel had a pink hole, pretty tempting. Fucking him might feel so good, like corrupting a church boy. To watch his pussy being fucked by two cocks at once was insanity. To be a part of it, that would be an experience. An experience that I didn't have yet.

Maybe João would be the bottom. He had thick lips, they would feel nice around a cock, just like his black ass. What would it feel like to fuck his black pussy, knowing he was cheating on his girlfriend whom he claimed he loved?

I felt a strange sort of sympathy for her. I felt cheated too, even though I wish I had been cheating on her with him.

Wilson... he was big and quiet. He had a certain appeal. Lucas chose him over me, even though I introduced him to my friends. He smiled like a good friend, but stabbed you in the back.

"I think that's it for me, I gotta go," I said.

Lucas nodded. "I was leaving too."

"You can stay, Lucas," I said calmly, but putting enough stress that he would know it was a command.

"No, I'm going, and my house is on the way," Lucas lied. "You can give me a lift." It wasn't even a question.

"Alright."

"It's so early," Gabriel said. "What the hell, guys?"

"Stay, assholes," João said.

"No can do," I said.

"See you later," Gabriel said, a bit less cheerful than before. As I was leaving, Gabriel spoke again. "Mateus... is everything alright?"

"Why wouldn't it be? See ya, man."

I let the cool breeze wash over my face as I left the bar, feeling not at all pleased with myself. Lucas walked right in front of me

He was wearing what I told him to wear. Each piece of his outfit was my choice. Black jeans so tight they looked painted on, hugging every inch of his lean thighs and that _big fucking_ ass. A white tank top, thin enough to see the shadow of his nipples when the bar lights hit him just right, sleeves cut off to show the sinewy muscle of his arms.

I entered my car.

He tried to get in the passenger seat but couldn't. I hadn't unlocked it.

I revved the engine of my Ford Mustang. Lucas's confused face was suddenly pressed against the mirror, unable to get in.

I unlocked the door and rolled down the window...

"You coming or what?" I said, nodding at the passenger seat.

"Thanks," he said curtly. Maybe seeing the guys all together was making him rethink things.

"You sure you wanna come with me? I bet the guys are gonna get drunk and have a good time." I watched his face carefully.

"I'm sure." He tried to act natural. Tried too hard.

"Go back, Lucas."

"No, I don't want to," he said, voice firm.

"Go back... that's an order."

"No. I don't care what you say."

"What did you do in the bathroom with Wilson?"

He froze for a heartbeat. "Nothing."

"I swear to God, if you lie, I'll kick you out."

"Mateus, man! Calm the fuck down, I didn't do anything. We just talked."

"You talked... About what?" I asked, but I knew what he was gonna say. They had asked him to join them. To leave me out again.

"He said... he was worried about you."

"Ah... Sure, he thinks you told me everything."

"No... he said that you've been acting weird with him and doesn't answer his texts. He asked me if I knew something about it. I said no."

"Oh. That was it, huh?"

"I swear, man. Jesus." He relaxed on the seat.

He could never find out that I was afraid he would choose to stay with the others instead of me.

"Are you wearing the jockstrap I told you to wear?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's a white one, transparent." He spoke as if he was proud. "Wanna see it?"

"Hmm. Show me. Slut"

"Here?" he said. "Right now?"

"It was your idea. Take yours clothes off," I said.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then he pulled them down. The jockstrap was very tiny and tight, straining to hold inside the uncut hard cock. Caged. Hard, but not as hard as it could grow. It couldn't unless it burst through the fabric. Lucas made it twitch for me.

"Show me your hole."

He slid down over the seat and raised his legs for me. His olive skin, almost a deep brown, could be deceiving. He was lighter around the ass and cock. [^1]And the flesh of his hole was as pink as a pussy from a blond bimbo could be. Without asking, I touched it, and the touch made him jump a little, but quickly recovering, he blinked his hole for me. "Oh fuck..." He was already moaning.

"Finger yourself. Put out your hand," I said. I cleared my throat and started to salivate, accumulating a lot of spit, and I slowly gushed it out into his palm.

"Someone might see us," he said. But he did it anyway.

He used my spit to rub and lubricate his anus, and then, biting his lip, he pushed his finger inside. He closed his eyes as he fingered slowly, but not the whole finger.

"Can't take the whole finger, Lucas?" I asked.

"Only if you give me more spit."

Something in the way he said those words just made me hungry for him. I kissed him. I left him breathless. "Fuck, can I jerk off?"

"No way," I said.

He gave me a cute smile. "I knew it. Had to ask."

"You had two cocks in your pussy before, but you can't handle a whole finger? Why are you lying to me?"

"Well, I had some lube."

I gave in and started to spit in my hand, then I put it in his hole and let him use as lube. I watched as he pleasured himself. From time to time, he checked to see if I was still watching.

"Come on, man. I know you want to... do it for me..." He was almost begging.

I sucked two of my fingers slowly, put a lot of spit on them, and then went for it. I pushed his arm aside and then pressed my fingers against his pussy hole. I liked the warmth. The way it held me with a firm grip. Then it tried to push me away, but I resisted.

Lucas moaned like a bitch. "Slut," I said to his face. He opened his eyes. "Slut..." I said it again.

He nodded, agreeing. We kissed again. I lost myself in the kissing, but kept fingering him, until he started to shake.

"I came," he told me. I looked at his jockstrap, and it was drenched in cum. "Ohh damn, that felt good, dude."

His cock was still locked and smashed, but his leaking could be seen through the fabric.

I also took a moment to catch my breath. I didn't cum, thank God, but it was a close call.

"Can I crash in with you?" he asked.

"No. I'll take you to your home. We need to be more careful," I looked around. Thankfully, there was still nobody around. "My parents will be leaving soon, so we can have more privacy."

"You can come to my place," he said.

"Not today."

"Mateus..." Lucas took my hand, the one that had been inside him, and kissed it. He sucked the fingers, each one, then both at once.

"You wanna risk your parents seeing you like this?"

"Then let's do it here in the car. You can go to some place more quiet."

I pushed my fingers inside his warm, soft mouth. When I took them out, they were dripping wet. He was watching me as I sucked his saliva.

"I wanna fuck, dude. Please, fuck me." Lucas's voice was husky and serious. "Please."

"You're really begging for cock, man?" I said. "How did that happen, huh? The guys must be pretty good. They turned you into a bitch begging for cock."

"Please, brother," he said, as if in agony, rubbing his cock...

"Alright... I'll do it. But it's gonna be in your room."

I was not supposed to have given in. I didn't know what happened, but now I couldn't back down. And I didn't want to.

Lucas dressed up very quickly, and I took us to his home.

His father was still awake and saw us. He talked to me, called me 'son', and didn't even blink an eye to the fact I was going to his son's room, share a bed with him. The moment I closed the door behind me, Lucas was already removing his pants. I stared at his bare ass, the jockstrap framing his glutes.

I didn't say anything as he came closer and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I held my arms up so he could take it off. He smelled it, then he did it again, taking a deep breath.

"Before you do anything, I have to tell you," he started.

"No, don't say it."

I couldn't look him in the way. He looked too vulnerable.

"You don't even know what it is."

"I'm already gonna fuck you, what else do you want from me?" This time I forced myself to look at him. There was a mix of hurt and anger, but it went away quickly. "I can leave," I said, threatening to walk away, but he hugged me.

"No, no... Come on."

He hugged me, kissed my neck, and slowly brought me to his bed. He kissed my chest, sucking my nipples, while I pulled on his hair.

But our kisses were making too much noise, smacking loudly in the bedroom.

"Shhh, your parents!" I warned him. He almost didn't hear me. I had to stop him and put my hand across his lips, telling him to be silent.

I turned him over and began to kiss his body, slowly descending to his crotch. There came a moment when I was facing his jockstrap, the caged cock, trying hard to get out. He was watching me intently, expectantly, but not daring to say anything. I grabbed his legs, holding him high, exposing his perineum, his ass. But I ground my face on his cock.

As my cheek was pressed against his shaft, even through the fabric, I could feel him twitch and go crazy, evidently ejaculating, reaching another orgasm. His caged cock, pressed hard by the jockstrap, was inundated by another round of cum.

And I didn't care that my cheeks were wet with it. I licked some, tasting it, enjoying it.

"Mateus..."

"Shhhh, for Chrissake... your parents will hear us," I said, a little irritated. Was he not worried? I was wondering if I could trust him enough to fuck him.

"Sorry," he said quickly, and I couldn't tell if he truly was sorry. "Keep going."

I came close to stop just to spite him. I was the one in charge. He didn't tell me what to do.

But I didn't want to stop, so I kept going, and now it was his time to grab my hair. My mouth went slowly down to his balls, the skin of his perineum as it gave way to his anus. I stuck my nose in between his crack, smelling the sweat of his buttcheeks, licking it. I rimmed him with my tongue. All the while, he was shaking under my touches.

I couldn't wait anymore. There was no playing around. I wouldn't be able to hold off myself.

My tongue was pressing hard against his hole, demanding entrance. I fucked him with it. That was what I was doing, tongue-fucking him. It was so warm inside, and soft. It felt so welcoming. My cock was raging by this point.

"Lube... where is it?" I said hungrily.

He had it on the nightstand, quick and ready.

As I began to finger him with lube, his hole relaxed around me. I watched the wrapping around my finger, imagining how it would feel to stretch it with my cock. God, would I be able to do that to my friend? Treat him like a slut.

But that pussy had taken two at once. It didn't look like it, but it had.

I felt a pang as I was forced to remember my rejection. He let the others get a taste of this before me. My fingers began to fuck him furiously, two fingers, then three at once. His moaning started to sound more like painful moans. But he didn't tell me to stop.

Then it was time. I rubbed the head of my cock against his partially stretched hole. The touch of my soft flesh against his soft flesh was electrifying. Smooth, slick and also a little rough.

"Fuck, I'm close again," Lucas said.

I also had to accept my fate. I wouldn't be able to fuck him for too long. I could already feel in my balls. The momentum growing. I had to fuck him or I would cum right there at the door, without feeling the walls of his pussy around my shaft. I pushed inside, and took a soft, but very intimate moan out of him. He sounded feminine and vulnerable, as if weeping. My cock was partially inside, throbbing, and he rolled his head back.

"Shit," he moaned. "Damn! Fuck!"

My hips worked slowly with each thrust. With each one, I was afraid I was gonna lose control and bomb his insides with my cum.

"Mateus... I love your cock, brother."

"I love your tight pussy, Lucas."

"Oh my God," his voice trembled, and he was cumming again. "Don't stop..."

My hips accelerated, already giving up and deciding to take everything while they could. I pounded him, noticing how it was making too much noise. I hoped to God those walls were thicker then they seemed. My thrusts were loud and his bed squeaked.

And oh, how good it felt to let go, deep inside him, and filling him up.

My cock slid out of him slowly, and I let my body fall on the bed. I lay beside him, and he threw back his hand to caress my head.

"That was crazy," he whispered. I was a bit worried. We had made a lot of noise. I wondered if he noticed. He seemed a bit out of it, about to go to sleep.

I rubbed his asshole with the tip of my cock. "I'm not done yet," I said. I pushed it in, and stuck his face in the pillow.

"Oh God," he half-cried, half-moaned.

--

As always, I was the first to woke up. I took off the blankets, still drowsy, but quickly remembered everything that had happened. I had fucked Lucas.

I stood up, my soft cock dangling. I was gonna go to the bathroom, but I heard the notification from his phone. I had forced him to tell me his password, so I just took it and looked over his texts. I was more interested in the voice messages from Wilson.

I pressed play without hesitation, and listened while I watched Lucas to see if he would wake up.

"Hey, man. How are you?" Wilson's voice was strange. He was being too friendly, fake friendly. And the words were slurring, denouncing a bit of alteration from alcohol. "I'm sure you don't know what this is about. You were too busy kissing Mateus to notice I was there watching you outside the car. Well, now I know why you stopped talking to us. You fucking slut. You want Mateus all to yourself. He is our friend too. You know the others would love to have him. Fuck, you were the first to say Mateus was never going to join us because he was too straight. I'm gonna tell all the others. I don't know why I haven't yet. Just... I want you to explain yourself. Talk to me as soon as possible. If you don't, I'm gonna talk. To the others, and to Mateus. I'm gonna tell him everything, and I'm gonna show all the pictures we took."

By the time it was over, my heart was racing like crazy. Lucas was still asleep. I thought fast and made quick decisions.

I deleted Wilson's messages and put the phone back on the bed next to Lucas.

Then I texted Wilson.