Caught

Bzzzzzzzz

Bzzzzzzzz

"Harder daddy, pleaseeeeeee, I need your cock so badddddd," the computer blared.

Sam sped up with his left hand and pushed it deeper inside. Bzzzzzzz. Slap slap slap. As she moaned, Sam's cock strained in his hand. Bzzzzzzz. Sam started pumping the dildo in and out. "Pleaseeeeee baby, show me I'm yours." Sam pushed the dildo as far as it would go, praying for just one more inch. As they came together onscreen, Sam started grinding his ass against his hand. "Mmmmm," he moaned, feeling ever vibration in his core as his cock pulsed and covered his belly in cum.

* 1 Hour Later *

Sam finished getting ready for brunch and saw a text from Sara, his girlfriend.

"Hey babe, so sorry I'm running late! Kyle's already on his way over, I'll just meet you at Sunny Side ????"

"Sounds good, see you soon :)"

Sam let out a sigh and sat down on the couch. He grabbed his controller, pressed the middle button, and started playing Madden.

*knock knock knock*

Sam looked over to the door and paused. Who is that? He stood up and opened the lock. What's Kyle doing here??

"Hey man, what's up?" Sam heard as the door swung open.

"Not..... not much man, what's up?"

"Absolutely starving bro," Kyle replied as he walked into the apartment. He looked around and saw the pause screen. "Hell yeah, are you a big Chiefs fan?"

"Nah, I just love winning," Sam laughed as he turned back to the screen. "Plus I love a mobile quarterback, and their wide receivers are so stacked, it totally makes up for their shitty defense."

While Sam was talking, Kyle looked around his apartment. Aside from the couch and TV, there was a Keurig on the kitchen counter, a few bottles of Gatorade, and a plastic container of chocolate chip muffins.

"No doubt," Kyle responded as he walked over to the kitchen. "You mind if I make a cup of coffee?"

"Course," Sam replied as he picked up his controller. "Mugs should be in the counter above the coffee maker." The sound of the crowd in Madden got louder as Sam unpaused.

"Thanks," Kyle responded as he looked around. "Which cabinet?"

"Just check the dishwasher," Sam called back as the crowd roared. Touchdown!

The Keurig closed on the pod and started brewing. After a minute, Kyle picked up his cup and sat down on the couch next to Sam. "Thanks bro, you're a godsend."

"Anytime," Sam said without looking away from the screen.

"Do you want a cup too?" Kyle asked.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Not even this?" Kyle asked with a smirk.

The crowd roared. Interception! Sam looked over at Kyle and froze. His eyes widened, and he looked back up at Kyle. Shit.

"Oh, I uh..... totally forgot about that," Sam muttered as he reached for the 6" black dildo. "It uh..... Sara must've," he stammered.

"Wasn't she visiting her parents this week," Kyle asked as his smirk grew into a grin.

"Yeah yeah, I just forgot uhhh," Sam said as his voice trailed off. He could feel Kyle's eyes piercing through his excuses.

After a pregnant pause, Kyle raised his eyebrows. "It's pretty big, I'm impressed. Can you take the whole thing?"

Sam blushed. "I don't know what....."

Kyle smiled even wider.

Sam looked down at the dildo again and couldn't ignore the tent in Kyle's sweatpants. Sam's shorts tightened, and he couldn't look away.

Kyle stared at Sam and then looked at the dildo in his hand. His cock strained against his sweatpants as he had an idea. "You know what'd be really funny? Have you ever sucked a black cock?" Kyle laughed.

Sam could feel his entire body blush. His cock started to leak. He didn't know what to say, so he just shook his head.

Kyle smirked again. "Wanna?" Kyle asked as he moved the dildo closer to Sam's lips.

Sam opened his mouth without thinking, leaning toward Kyle's hand as the plastic touched the tip of his tongue.

Mmmmmph

Sam felt the dildo in the back of his throat and Kyle's fingers on his chin.

"Such a good boy," Kyle smiled.

Sam's cock was pressing against his shorts. Kyle moved his other hand to Sam's thigh while gently pumping the dildo in and out.

"Do you mind if I?" Kyle asked as his hand moved slowly to Sam's inner thigh.

Sam's eyes widened and he nodded. Kyle lifted Sam's waistband and started stroking Sam's cock through his underwear.

"Do you like this?" Kyle asked.

Sam nodded. Even through his half-open eyes, he could see the devious look in Kyle's eyes.

"I need you to say it," Kyle said.

"Please touch me," Sam muffled through the dildo.

Kyle bit his lip and pulled Sam's cock through his boxer briefs. He slowly sped up, feeling Sam pulse against his hand. Kyle gradually slowed back down until he was just holding Sam's dick.

Sam's eyes opened and he gave Kyle a confused look. Kyle started pulling the dildo out of Sam's mouth. Sam open his mouth wider to invite Kyle to push it back in.

After a moment, Sam realized Kyle wasn't going to put it back in and closed his mouth. Kyle handed the dildo to Sam and asked, "Wanna try the real thing?"

Sam looked down at the dildo and his cock, trying to catch his breath. "Uh-huh," he nodded. He could see the precum through Kyle's sweatpants.

"Then I'm gonna need you to take these off," Kyle replied as he looked down at Sam's cock and underwear.

Sam lifted his hips, pulled his boxer briefs down, and flicked them off with his foot. He sat up straight and looked up at Kyle.

"Against the couch," Kyle said as he stood up.

Sam complied and leaned forward over the right side of the couch. Kyle pulled his sweatpants down and ran his finger down Sam's t-shirt. He gripped Sam's right cheek and started massaging closer to his hole. Sam breathed faster. "Please," he begged.

Kyle grinned, "Such an eager little cockslut."

Sam's cock throbbed. He could feel Kyle's finger at his entrance. Kyle waited. "What do you want?" Kyle asked devilishly.

"Don't make me say it," Sam panted.

Kyle pressed his finger next to Sam's hole. "I think I know what you want, I just can't put my finger on it," he laughed.

Sam bit his lip and wiggled his butt toward Kyle, unable to control himself.

"Let's see if we can figure it out," Kyle smirked. Sam felt Kyle fingers against his cheek and licked his lips before opening them. "Tell me what you want," Kyle demanded as Sam's tongue pressed against Kyle's fingers.

"Mmmmph me," Sam pleaded.

"What was that?" Kyle asked innocently. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Sam's mouth. "One more time?"

"I need you," Sam said between breaths. Kyle stepped closer, his cock could feel Sam's heat. Kyle's hand glided down Sam's cheeks.

Sam gasped softly, savoring every inch. Kyle slowly curled his finger as he pushed in deeper. His cock strained out of jealousy. "Sooooo tight," Kyle cooed. "Can you relax for me baby?"

Sam moved his right arm around the armrest and fell deeper into the couch. He wrapped his hand around his cock. Kyle added a second finger. Sam closed his mouth to stifle a moan. His hips rocked into Kyle. Sam lost track of how long he fucked himself against Kyle's fingers.

Kyle's cock was desperate for release. Every thrust pushed his hand against it. "How are you feeling baby?"

Sam barely registered the question, lost in the rhythm until Kyle started withdrawing his fingers. Sam pushed back harder, taking every precious inch for a moment.

Kyle savored the view, waiting for Sam to slow down. The couch didn't fully muffle Sam's moans. Sam tightened around Kyle's fingers, and Kyle heard him speed up.

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. On the floor, on the couch, and again on the floor.

Kyle's cock throbbed even harder as Sam finally released his fingers. "We don't have to stop," Sam panted as he relaxed against the couch, arching his back higher.

Kyle immediately lowered his sweatpants, a long string of precum dripping down his liberated cock. "Are you sure?" Kyle goaded. "Looks like you didn't even need me."

Sam's ass wiggled involuntarily, presenting his light pink hole even more clearly. "Your fingers just felt so good," Sam blushed.

"Oh yeah?"

Sam nodded into the couch cushion. "Pretty please?"

Kyle had never seen his cock this hard before. He shifted closer. The head rested at the entrance, begging for more. Kyle spit on it and ran his hand up Sam's back under his light blue shirt. "How could I say no to you?"

Sam thought he knew what ecstasy felt like, but this was something else. He let out a gasp, a combination of surprise and bliss. Kyle started slow at first, pressing the head of his cock into Sam's warm, inviting hole. Then Sam started moaning, and Kyle's animal instincts took over.

One hand on each of Sam's hips, Kyle stopped holding back, thrusting deeper and deeper.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

"Mmmmmmmmmph," Sam let out a high-pitched moan, matching the rhythm of Kyle's thick 8" member. Sam lost track of time, falling into a trance of sorts until Kyle's cock reawakened his own. It's not gay if I don't cum again, he bargained with himself.

Kyle's hands were so firm, Sam felt his entire body relax into Kyle's desire. It was just like a dildo, a warm and sexy dildo that made Sam feel safer and hornier than he'd ever felt with a girl.

Kyle pumped and pumped and pumped, watching Sam start to drool between each moan, grinding against Kyle's belly every time he bottomed out. Sam's hole started to pulse against Kyle's cock, each thrust causing more precum to drip from Sam's dick.

Sam had only heard about cumming hands-free. "I'm gonna......" he whimpered, unable to think about anything but the sound of Kyle's balls slapping against him. He could feel the sweat dripping down his brow, his thighs struggling to stay standing.

"You're gonna cum for me," Kyle growled, slowing the pace and waiting for a few seconds every time he hit Sam's g-spot. Sam's hole tightened. "And I'm gonna fill you up, who says boys can't get pregnant?"

Sam's eyes widened. His cock throbbed. His ass started to match Kyle's rhythm swallowing each inch while Kyle's stomach rested on Sam's lower back.

Kyle moved his left hand across Sam's soft thigh, gently gripping Sam's cock. "You're making such a mess," Kyle teased. He loved fucking the cum out of men, feeling their bodies ache for release against his cock.

Sam's orgasm was building, how could he stop himself from cumming. He liked girls, their soft bodies and warm mouths, the look in their eyes when they took every inch of him. Sara was so sexy when she wore boxers and one of his oversized t-shirts. Shit, Sara!

Sam's eyes fluttered open as the warmth built inside him. Kyle's cock hit just the right spot, and he shot rope after rope after rope onto the couch. His knees bent, and Kyle's cock followed Sam's hips forward.

Sam didn't hear the doorknob turn. Kyle felt Sam's hole massage Kyle's cock as he came. Kyle's dick throbbed. "You're so tight baby," Kyle grunted. Sam shot the final rope as he felt new pressure in his ass. Kyle sped back up, shooting every ounce into Sam.

The door opened. "Heyy, who's ready for mimosas?" Sara asked melodically. "GodDAMN it Kyle, every fucking time!"