A gay story: Dirty Betrayal Tom had just finished cooking dinner when he heard the front door open. He grabbed a beer can from the fridge and walked into the living room. Hunter spread his big legs on the sofa and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He had a slightly tense expression, which meant he had a stressful day at work.
“Thanks,” said Hunter in a deep tone, grabbing the beer can and taking a large sip.
“How was your day?” asked Tom, turning on Hunter’s favorite sports channel and sitting down on the floor.
“Not too bad. Just a lot of work,” said Hunter casually, staring at the flat screen.
Tom quickly removed Hunter’s dress shoes and black socks, and started rubbing his feet. He felt the familiar sweaty, manly steam emanate from Hunter’s big soles, and his partner released a deep breath of relaxation.
That was a common ritual in their relationship. Tom always came home from work and cooked dinner, and an hour later Hunter arrived. Tom brought him a beer and gave him a foot massage, and if Hunter was in the mood, he would also receive a blowjob. It all started with dominant gestures, choking and rough sex, and it slowly turned into casual, daily domination.
“Good news for Evan, though. He got a promotion,” said Hunter while crossing his legs on the coffee table for easier access.
“Really? Good for him. I’ll congratulate him later,” replied Tom while using his knuckles to massage the tired soles, and then sliding his fingers between the toes.
Evan was Tom’s best friend since high school, and Evan worked for the same company where Hunter was the manager. At first, Tom felt slightly jealous of Hunter being in the same building as Evan every day, especially because Evan was a good-looking guy, but he learned to accept it. There were good-looking guys everywhere, anyway, and Hunter happened to be a big, muscular hunk who attracted people everywhere he went.
“Would you like a blowjob?” asked Tom, feeling surprisingly horny. After a while, his hands hurt.
Hunter didn’t move his eyes from the TV screen.
“Sure. Why not,” he said nonchalantly while scratching his beard.
His indifference didn’t offend Tom. It was sort of erotic. Tom kneeled between his thick thighs and reached for his belt. Hunter’s fat cock flopped out of his musky underwear and his large, low-hanging nuts rested on the couch.
Tom sucked on his soft shaft eagerly, tasting the cock sweat he was acquainted with. Hunter’s natural scent was quite masculine, and Tom preferred it that way, savoring the intimacy that had been cooked inside his underwear all day. He massaged the soft meat with his mouth, patiently waiting for it to grow.
When it finally happened, he started to choke a little. Hunter’s size stretched his jaw and throat easily. Tom felt a hand on his head and suddenly he was being throatfucked. Hunter kept watching the flat screen as he banged Tom’s throat, releasing low, rumbling sounds as Tom gagged on his hard prick.
Tom’s dick was rock-hard inside his pants. He enjoyed being used. He wanted to be fucked hard right there. He had an infinite appetite for Hunter’s sex.
“Use me… break me,” confessed Tom.
“Yeah? You want me to break you?” provoked Hunter, with a warm smirk.
“Yes, please break me,” begged Tom.
“Do you even know what that means?” asked Hunter while slapping Tom’s face with his cock.
Tom sucked on the heavy balls and moaned something.
“Careful what you wish for,” whispered Hunter.
Tom didn’t know exactly what he wanted. But saying those things always turned him on. Asking Hunter to use and abuse him always set a fire in his chest. He wanted Hunter to know that he was completely devoted to him – desperate to serve and give him more pleasure. They always had rough sex when he said those words. Hunter slapped him, choked him, stepped on his face and pounded his ass like a wild beast.
Later that night, while Hunter took a steaming shower, Tom grabbed his phone and called Evan. A handsome blond’s photo appeared on the screen.
“Hello?” said a husky voice.
“Hey, congratulations on the promotion!” said Tom playfully.
“Oh, thank you. I feel successful,” Evan laughed on the other end.
“You deserve it, Evan. Should we celebrate?”
“Well, I’m coming to your place tomorrow!”
“What?” asked Tom.
“Hunter didn’t tell you? Well, since he’s our manager, we’ll be working closely from now on, and he asked if I could come and help him with the next project.”
“Oh… really? Okay, that makes sense, I guess,” said Tom slowly.
“Is that okay, Tom? Am I crossing a boundary?”
Tom took two seconds to answer. Somehow that revelation made his heart beat faster. Evan and his handsome face, in their apartment, working with dominant Hunter? Tom felt a slight tingle of jealousy, but he knew he trusted them.
“That’s fine, don’t worry,” said Tom warmly. “So you’re showing up tomorrow?”
“Yes, tomorrow evening. Hunter said he likes to work in his home office,” replied Evan, sounding slightly confused.
“He does. He usually takes care of projects during the weekend, once in a while. It’s more comfortable here,” explained Tom.
“Yes, he told me that. Are you really okay with that?”
“Don’t worry, Evan. Feel free to use our apartment as you wish,” replied Tom eagerly. “And my boyfriend,” he added playfully.
Evan chuckled nervously on the other side.
“I’m glad you’re open-minded,” said Evan.
“Yes… oh, and prepare to be bossed around. You know Hunter.”
“I can’t wait,” Evan chuckled.
“Okay! See you tomorrow, bye!”
“See you soon, bye.”
Tom stared at the ceiling. He could feel his heavy heartbeats. Evan, the good-looking friend he always envied. Bigger, hotter and better than him in every way. The perfect friend who would never hurt him. Maybe he was imagining things.
When Hunter came out of the bathroom, Tom pretended to be asleep. He didn’t have the guts to face his partner at that moment. He felt strange and confused.
The next day, Tom left the apartment for an evening workout at the gym. He always spent two hours exercising and Hunter would sometimes join him – not on that occasion, though. Tom was slightly toned and smaller than Hunter, and he intended to stay that way. Hunter enjoyed his fat butt and natural torso, so he mostly focused on maintaining those proportions.
He thought of Hunter and Evan alone in the home office. At that point, Evan had probably arrived. He imagined the two sitting close to each other, becoming more and more friendly every minute.
He tried to concentrate on his workout and forgot about things for an hour. The loud music influenced his mood and he felt energized and electric. He looked at his sweaty body in the mirror and suddenly felt horny, desiring Hunter, wanting to be fucked. He left the gym an hour earlier.
As soon as he entered the apartment, he noticed an energy in the air. He walked through the corridor and saw that Hunter’s office was lit but empty. Papers and a laptop were left on the desk. Suddenly he heard a muffled sound – a wet, dirty noise, and he slowly walked toward the bedroom.
The door was closed, but there was a warm light coming from the crack. He stood in front of the door panel, leaning his head, and the sound became more clear. It was definitely the sound of dirty cock sucking, and the moans and grunts coming from two different throats painted the image of what was happening: Evan was deepthroating Hunter’s cock. Their sounds of pleasure were painfully recognizable, especially when Hunter released a loud, throaty sound of satisfaction.
Tom felt his entire body burn. The shock electrified his body and he couldn’t move. He stood there, pressing his ear against the door and hearing every detail. Clear images assaulted his head: he could see Evan kneeling between Hunter’s thighs, eagerly sucking on his partner’s hard prick and creating lewd suction noises. Hunter had a satisfied smirk on his face as his member was being serviced.
“Fuck yeah, swallow that cock,” said Hunter. “You’re so good at it.”
Evan moaned and choked in response. The slurping noise became faster and more aggressive. Evan was moving his mouth around Hunter’s shaft almost like a fuck machine, slurping and sucking louder and louder. The sound was vulgar and unhinged – it was disgusting. But when Hunter answered with deep grunts, it made Tom feel humiliated.
“Fuck, I love you,” said Hunter.
Tom tried to comprehend those words. The only thing that kept him from crying was the absolute shock of hearing the sounds. His chest burned and his face was in flames. The devastation took hold of his brain and body, and he couldn’t lift a finger. Slowly his mind realized what was happening, and he felt a need to run away and never come back, but something deeper held him in place.
The sucking turned into mouth fucking. He heard the sound of Hunter’s big balls slap against his best friend’s chin, as his partner started to ravage Evan’s mouth, breathing heavily and making Evan moan loudly. He realized how passionate and intense Hunter sounded at that moment – the previous night he had practically ignored Tom as he received a blowjob. That hurt a lot. How could the man of his dreams be so cruel?
The sound of the passionate throat fucking echoed in his brain and shattered his ego slowly. At that moment he realized he wasn’t special. He admitted the unspoken truth: Hunter could have anybody he wanted, and there were people more capable of pleasuring him, more people who were several times more attractive. Hunter never needed him, and yet he fell for him for so many years and served him eagerly, committing to that man like a good housewife. Cooking for him, cleaning after him, ironing his clothes, massaging his feet every single day.
“Fuck, you’re so much better than Tom,” said Hunter.
“Yeah? Do you like fucking my mouth?” asked Evan.
“I love fucking your mouth. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, you hot slut,” replied Hunter.
“Am I better than your little boyfriend?”
A cockslap echoed inside the room.
“You’re better than little Tommy,” replied Hunter, with an evil, feral tone.
“Yeah? Do you like cheating on little Tommy?”
“Fuck yeah. Look how hard my prick is right now,” Hunter gave him another cockslap, and Evan seemed to answer by kissing his balls. “Do you like betraying your best friend?”
“Fuck, I do,” answered Evan desperately. “I love betraying Tom. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“That’s the hardest I’ve ever been in years,” noted Hunter. “I hope he hears us.”
“Fuck…” Evan moaned and planted more kisses on his balls. “That’s gonna break his heart.”
“Fuck yeah. I want it so bad. I want to break Tommy’s heart. Nothing makes me harder,” shouted Hunter.
The confession absolutely destroyed Tom. He felt breathless, wanting to cry but somehow not able to. His mouth was dry and half-opened in shock. His brain tried to process what he had just heard. He thought maybe they couldn’t resist. He thought it was a moment of weakness. But what was happening was something much darker and evil.
“I wanna fuck you real hard until Tommy hears us,” said Hunter.
“Fuck. Let’s do it. Let’s humiliate him,” replied Evan.
Hunter chuckled and Tom could hear a few rough movements. Suddenly, a loud and wet kiss echoed in the room. They kept kissing and kissing for a whole minute, passionately panting and groaning.
“I fucking love you,” said Hunter.
A tear finally left Tom’s eye and ran slowly down his burning cheek. The words crushed him. He couldn’t even process things anymore. It all became a confusing blur. What type of monster was he dealing with?
He heard them lie on the bed, and a dumb moan came out of Evan’s mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so big.”
“Sit on it, babe. Sit down on my cock. Do it for Tom.”
“Oh, fuck. This is dedicated to Tom… my best friend,” whispered Evan.
“And my little boyfriend,” Hunter whispered back.
It didn’t take long until Tom started hearing the pounding. The images assaulted his head and he couldn’t control them anymore. He saw Hunter lying on the bed, his legs spread and his hands around Evan’s waist. Evan squatted and lay down on him, taking inch after inch of Hunter’s immense prick. Hunter grabbed Evan’s waist hard and ravaged his hole, making his fat balls clap against Evan’s toned ass cheeks.
The noise was loud and vulgar: a crystal-clear soundscape of betrayal. The bed – the bed Tom and Hunter slept on every night – was squeaking with every intense thrust. The headboard was smashed against the wall. Their bodies clapped louder and louder, creating the most sickening and vulgar thunders. They wanted Tom to hear it. They wanted him to find out.
Tom finally looked down and saw a throbbing tent. He hadn’t noticed his erection. The sight and the sensation shocked him – he was shocked by his own reaction. Something broke deep inside him. As the sounds of sex intensified and became faster, his dick throbbed more and more, pathetically.
What was happening to him? He searched for an answer inside his shattered mind, but he only found a strange and dark emptiness. A deep, dark feeling took hold of him.
Tom couldn’t resist anymore. He grabbed his bulge and silently rubbed himself to the sounds of that sick fuck. Some part of him felt somehow glad that at least someone was enjoying this – Hunter seemed to be enjoying it a lot. His partner had never fucked him that intensely. He heard Hunter’s throaty sounds of pleasure and relaxation. He didn’t want to touch himself, but he couldn’t resist anymore.
“Tom! Do you hear that, Tom?!” Hunter shouted proudly. “Are you there? Fuck! I want you to hear this. Hear me cheat on you, Tommy!”
The bed squeaked louder and the sex turned into a crazy, loud banging.
“Come in, Tommy! Come in. Come watch me cheat on you, you little cuck.”
Hunter sounded feral and intense. Tom stroked harder and almost came in his pants. He heard Hunter slap Evan’s ass cheeks several times.
“Come in, Tommy! I’m betraying you, Tommy! With your best friend!”
Tom finally gave in and opened the door. The real image fucked his mind. Their bodies were gleaming in the warm light, toned and sweaty – a glorious painting of the most heartbreaking degree. Evan looked perfect on top of him, as if they were destined for each other. Hunter’s face lit up and he grinned at Tom and kept powerfucking Evan.
Tom touched himself to it. They smirked and laughed at him. Evan had an expression that said both “I’m sorry” and “you deserve it”. Hunter looked feral and evil, and there was not a trace of remorse on his face.
“I knew it,” he said while staring at Tom’s crotch. “I fucking knew you were a cuck. Are you happy now?”
Tom couldn’t say anything. Tears ran down his face. He kept rubbing himself to the beautiful sight of Hunter’s fat schlong sliding in and out of Evan’s toned ass.
“Are you happy, Tom?” asked Hunter.
Tom opened his mouth but no words came out of it. Hunter kept pounding and thrusting harder into his best friend’s perfect asshole.
“I know you are… I know you are…” whispered Hunter, accelerating and finally bursting into a deep orgasm.
His masculine voice echoed in the apartment – a victorious shout of pleasure. Tom could almost hear the jets of semen being shot into Evan’s sweaty buttocks. That was possibly the best orgasm Hunter had in years – it was obvious by the indecent look of success on his face. His wet schlong came out of Evan’s ass with a loud pop.
“C’mere, now!” he commanded loudly.
Tom approached the bed and Hunter grabbed his arms and threw him on the bed.
“C’mon, Evan, give him a treat,” said Hunter.
Evan smirked and sat on Tom’s face.
“Eat up, fucker,” said Hunter. “Swallow your pride and eat up.”
Evan’s hot asshole opened in his face and Tom couldn’t help but suck on it. He swallowed every drop – the manly flavor of alpha semen, the warm fuck juices, the mixture of sweaty sex.
Tom knew there was no turning back. He was completely humiliated, and yet his dick throbbed pathetically inside his pants. Hunter slapped it a few times and both men chuckled.
“Fuck, we broke him,” said Evan. “I need to cum.”
“Cum in his mouth,” said Hunter.
“Good idea,” Evan chuckled.
Evan shoved his cock nonchalantly into Tom’s mouth and started fucking it. Both men laughed as he gagged and protested. Evan released a deep grunt and orgasmed down his throat. Tom choked on the hot semen and was forced to swallow every drop.
Hunter and Evan laughed and slapped his face.
“Feel betrayed yet?” asked Hunter.
“Fuck, we broke his heart…” said Evan.
They kissed lewdly on top of Tom, ignoring his tears.
“C’mon, Tommy. You asked me to break you,” said Hunter. “Now show us how much you accept this.”
Hunter practically dragged Tom out of the bed, making him kneel in front of them. He waved his feet in his face.
“Kiss our fucking feet, bitch boy,” he commanded.
Tom whimpered and cried pathetically. He didn’t even want to think anymore. His mind felt empty, his dignity shattered into a thousand pieces. There was no point in resisting at that moment. He was ruined in front of the two men he loved the most.
He kissed their feet repeatedly, from sole to sole. Hunter and Evan guffawed and exchanged lewd kisses as Tom cleaned the sweat and dirt on their soles and sucked on their toes. At that moment, he felt a new fire inside his chest, and he suddenly looked up at the two gods above him and worshiped their power.