A gay adult story: Slutty New Year by chimmychangasupmyass ,
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“I’ve never actually had a satisfactory experience”
The room went silent, everyone turned their eyes to the smaller boy of the group Kent, a conversation filled with the experience and closely kept fantasies of sex dying down to nothing, despite Kent’s grumpy personality and lack of interest in… anything he was the one with the highest body count being he was a sex worker.
“Not even for a second?” Another member of the circled friends, Bruce spoke up not believing the statement.
“In that industry, you just numb yourself as much as possible so the job can get done quicker and my cherry popper wasn’t the best, at loving or fucking” Kent just shrugged and took a swig of his beer.
Bruce wanted to say something but figured that Kent might have just chosen his job after that lover, who he knew who the boy was talking about since he was there when the relationship went up in flames but really? Not once? Could there have been a time he just didn’t remember? Unlikely as Kent never drank except special occasions like this, he has however found empty bottles in the med cabinet before and that could explain some things.
“Wanna have one?” one of the more perverted but still unlucky guys, Charm (weird name) offered with a sloppy smirk.
Kent stared at him with a blank look and said “my rates are too high for your cheap ass”
“Ouch,” the man fake pouted.
Bruce leaned towards Kent, not even close to touching him but still a noticeable amount “I think he’s right though, maybe you’ll loosen up a bit” the words spilled out faster than he could think.
“Fuck off” Kent looked away from the group continuing to take small sips of his beverage.
“Come on I didn’t mean it like that” Bruce tried to correct himself without actually knowing which way Kent had taken it, probably the way he usually takes which is him being a little stretched out “I just meant you’re stressed and blocking off a good source of dopamine is probably unhealthy in some sort”
“It is, my doctor’s still bitch about my blood pressure” Kent looked at the more built but still younger man sitting next to him, his dark brown eyes piercing as he pulled his knees closer to his chest “But you’re probably thinking of being the one to ‘take the stress away’ aren’t you? Not interested I get enough back pain from the idiots that pay to give it to me”
Bruce couldn’t think of a comeback for that one, it was true that despite Kent’s constant unhappy mood and occasional rude tendencies he was a very attractive man, deep brown doe eyes, lips with a slight puff to them, light brown hair you’d be was as healthy as it was despite his depressive rut going down to pool at his shoulders but no longer than that, a small body that’d perfectly fit in the arms of someone like Bruce but not really to the point you’d be concerned, a soft facial structure but you could still see his jaw, and if you were lucky enough to see him laugh genuinely he had cute dimples on both cheeks that made you go from thinking he hated your guts to being the cutest person on earth and just want to kiss him until you’re both blue.
Okay so Bruce had a small thing for the man, he never tried anything, at least not something that couldn’t be mistaken for just being friendly and that was very much on purpose, Kent wasn’t really into relationships, kept saying he’d rather get his shit together before looking when they were in high school now he was in his late twenties pushing thirty and he’s basically given up and just fallen on his clients to be his source of intimate touch not that it mattered as he was so out of it, he didn’t even register the feeling.
It made Bruce upset but he kept his mouth shut not wanting to be asked why’d he’d care so much about Kent finding something, if he lied he’d be immediately called out and he didn’t know if Kent only slept with men for the money or because he genuinely had an interest in them at one point to coming out wasn’t an option if their friendship would be on the line.
“Pervert,” Kent said blandly when he saw the look on his companion’s face.
Charm laughed and almost spilled his drink falling over, it was getting later in the night but all of the dumbasses were too drunk to drive from Kent’s place “ha! Imagine getting rejected on new years”
“Oh, and who do you have under your wing for the night” Bruce retorted, slightly offended.
“I got this guyzzz” Charm drunkenly hummed as he sat up and threw his arms around Hans, making their face mere inches apart.
Hans looked mildly annoyed, seeing as he was the butt of all Charm’s romantic jokes but as always just pressed his lips together and looked away, pushing the drunk away by his face who whined and tried to stay on, Jake laughed as he watched, Kent watched silently while Bruce tried not to think too much.
The reason they were all there was because they failed to get dates for that night so really none of them had room to talk about getting rejected, Hans the only one getting actually rejected although he refused to say who he asked but the rest of them just couldn’t think of someone to ask out and no one had come up to them… well a few people did for Kent but he turned them down because he didn’t want to be drugged up coming into a new year, he was going to pretend he had his shit together for a day if only that one.
Charm and Hans were still… doing whatever that was, Jake got a text and looked down to answer is not really paying attention like usual, Kent was staring at the trio in the middle of the room chewing on the rim of the beer can in thought, Bruce was trying not to let all the alcohol pumping through him make him do something stupid even though he wanted to.
After a moment Kent spoke so quietly Bruce almost didn’t catch him “I wanna do something different this year”
“Huh?”
“It’s always the same when you think about it, sometimes you guys have lovers and spend the day with them or just a date you hope will work out, but I don’t really leave the house on new years, I just silently make promises I know I’ll break, being single sucks sometimes” He mumbled, can still pressed against his lips as he looked to the side at Bruce.
Bruce swallowed thickly and rubbed his thumb on his can, he didn’t want to say something stupid, but being intoxicated was really lowering his ability to keep his hands to himself when Kent was looking that attractive, “then maybe do something different man, even getting up and cooking would be a surprise right now”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kent furrowed his brows.
“Eh, I meant you invite us over all the time but you never really cook for holidays, it’s a bummer since you do make some good food” Bruce blabbered, not thinking he made things better but saw Kent’s expression go back to blank.
Kent blinked, his long lashes flushing against his pale cheeks before lifting up again to reveal his eyes and it almost hypnotized Bruce who coughed and looked away when he felt a stir in his pants embarrassingly from that one movement, he was a grown man for pete’s sake, not a freshman, “if you’re hungry you could have just said something dumbass”
Food wasn’t exactly the thing he was hungry for but being drunk on an empty stomach probably wasn’t smart so he just nodded and got up when he felt weight shift then disappear off the couch and followed into the kitchen, it wasn’t the biggest but wasn’t so small Bruce felt squeezed, he just leaned against the counter as the smaller man opened the door to the fridge and looked inside, he was honestly surprised every time because as little as he’s seen Kent actually eat in all of the years they’ve known each other there was always a good amount of things to snack on.
“What do you want”
Bruce almost said the first thing on his mind but quickly bit his tongue and pretended it was just him thinking despite the both of them knowing he doesn’t do that when he actually thinks, “uuuh, maybe a sandwich?”
Kent didn’t answer as he started grabbing things and started to set them down, it wasn’t until the man pulled out a pan did Bruce realize it wasn’t going to be a quick ham and cheese, he could make that himself anyway so he didn’t know why that was his immediate thought since they came in there for cooking.
He watched Kent closely, the man honestly worked fast but not too fast for obvious reasons still Bruce’s drunk brain couldn’t really grasp what was being made as he delved deep into thought, part of what made Kent one of the more popular sex workers in the town was the fact that he had a rather large ass, sort of like a brand new pillow, hadn’t even started to sag yet despite all the weeks he’d refuse to get out of bed before it was still perky, it was just softer depending if he was working out or in an episode, Bruce really wanted to see it naked at that moment, not even touch it knowing his hands would get slapped just look at it so he had something to get off to.
His attention was brought back from daydreaming of fucking his friend when a small plate was put in his vision, he blinked and saw a neatly made egg sandwich, a bit taken aback being both of them had a lot to drink, he took the plate and looked at Kent about to say something when the man turned the stove on and off, a small flame flickering in and out of existence as he did so “I sober up around flames”
Bruce nodded and looked back at the food picking it up and taking a decent bite out of it, he made a noise of satisfaction glancing at Kent who was already staring at him, Bruce chewed and swallowed slowly sucking some garlic mayo off his bottom lip “You really should cook more”
“Mention you’re hungry more” was all that was said in reply as Kent started putting things away.
“Awww! How come Bruce gets a treat and the rest of us get liquor bottles” Jake pouted, leaning against the island, almost squished against the wall.
Kent sighed, put a hand on his hip, and turned around in a way that made his hair fling off his shoulder by itself, Bruce had to bite his tongue, “why do none of you know how to use your mouths when it’s needed?”
“Why does the ‘perv’ get the sandwich” Jake pouted more.
Bruce wasn’t fond of being called a perv.
“Because he used his brain and asked for some food, now what do you want because I’m not stepping back into this kitchen tonight after this”
“Mac and cheese!”
It took Kent an hour or two but he finally made enough food to feed the house for the rest of the night, more drinking happened as it got closer to midnight, and Bruce finally got Kent alone upstairs after not so accidentally spilling the rest of his beer, it took everything in him not to just pin the man to the bed and have him screaming until sunrise but he kept it mostly together, “what?” Kent said a bit snappy once the door was closed and he started changing his shirt.
“I was just making sure you weren’t going to bed and not telling us” Bruce bullshitted.
“Bullshit” Kent immediately caught on “you’ve been acting antsy all day so don’t even lie to me”
Bruce sighed, running a hand through his hair staring at the floor, he hasn’t been this nervous since he came out to his grandmother, Kent had that influence on him and it was definitely showing tonight, after a minute he shook his head and backed up to leave the room “never mind it’s not important”
“Bruce” Kent grabbed his shirt to stop him from leaving, those goddamn brown eyes were serious “if you don’t just let it out right now you’re going to make me rip my hair out”
Bruce’s senses were overloaded, the sent of food and liquor wafted off him but also the underlying sent of his cologne and natural smell, it affected him much more than it should have and he couldn’t think because he was too busy trying to keep a tent from pressing against Kent’s stomach, “I…”
Autopilot kicked in and he just leaned down and mashed their lips together out of drunken stupor, holding Kent there until the man moved and he quickly got off embarrassed, hand gripping the doorknob so hard his knuckles turned white, “fuck, that… that was an accident”
“Didn’t feel like one” Kent said in a bland sarcastic tone, making Bruce feel like he just fucked up.
“It was, fuck, I’m not thinking clearly-”
Kent walked over to him and much softer this time pressed their lips together only for a second, “you babble too much, just admit you want to fuck me”
Bruce opened his mouth to deny that when Kent pushed his very obvious hardon with his pointer finger “you’ve been fumbling over your words all night but the one thing you forgot to take into account is that you’re not that small and wore jeans over here”
Bruce was frozen as he watched Kent look down and spread his touch from just a finger to cupping the tight tent and giving it a nice lift and drop, Bruce bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at the friction as Kent met his eyes again “Hefty”
Bruce blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck, his shy persona creeping in from the intoxication as Kent didn’t let go and kept up eye contact, usually, he wasn’t this direct or surprisingly this sassy and it was hard to make coherent sentences when someone you were interested in was just holding your dick in their hand like a stack of English papers and not letting go.
“It’s out there now” Kent stated the obvious, there was no way for Bruce to lie about this one “do you want to act on it or pretend it didn’t happen and go back with the boys?”
Act on it
He strongly wanted to act on it, but he was worried Kent would hate him in the morning, they were both very much wasted but Kent had stated multiple times he didn’t want to be intimate with someone until he got his depression under control both drunk and sober, Bruce honestly thought it was a trap but Kent wasn’t the type to joke about things like this so there might be a small chance.
“If you don’t say anything then I’m going back down and ignoring your problem until we’re both conscious enough to not make spontaneous decisions” Kent threatened.
Bruce grabbed his arm and squeezed lightly “you’re going to hate me tomorrow”
“Most likely, but business has been slow for a few weeks so the sperm bank is overflowed” He answered honestly.
Bruce thought for a second but as soon as Kent made a move to leave he mashed their lips together and picked the man up by the back of his thighs so he could walk over to the bed and flopping them both on the mattress, Bruce stuffed his face in Kent’s neck and pushed his shirt up so he could get a good feel of the body he was about to fuck, he heard the drawer to the nightstand open and something rattle.
He looked up halfway and pinned Kent’s wrist to the bed sliding the bottle of pills out his hand with his fingers then lowered his voice to whisper “No drugs, I want you to feel all of me”
Kent shivered and nodded, a yip replacing whatever he was about to say when two giant handfuls of his ass were grabbed knowing there was still some fat there that could have been grabbed, he hated how big his ass was because everyone thought he’d be flamboyant and dress slutty when actually the opposite happened and he only wears “fitting” pants when he doesn’t leave the house as he was tired of it just being grabbed during highschool, Bruce wasn’t doing it out of malice though so he didn’t immediately go into punch mode.
“S-slow down” Kent huffed, stuttering slightly from a sudden spike in nervousness.
He hadn’t been sensitive to touch during sex since his last relationship nearly a decade ago, he honestly didn’t remember how it was going to feel and then again this was with a man, and this time he was bottoming, Bruce had been yanking off his pants but stopped when he heard Kent, nuzzling right under the man’s ear, “had a change of mind?”
“No…” Kent thought about it, he wasn’t opposed to it happening, he just needed a moment to grasp what was happening “Just stop being impatient, we aren’t racing against a clock”
Bruce smirked against Kent’s neck and rubbed the man’s thighs “Sorry, got a little excited”
Kent sighed relieved he was actually listened to but his eyes widened and he let out another yip as his lower half was lifted into air then plopped back down taking the pants off of him when Bruce shifted them to be more centered on the bed, Kent moved so he could look at Bruce with a halfassed glare and Bruce just smiled back innocently, after that the brute was much more gently pecking Kent’s lips and running his thumbs over the man’s sides.
Kent didn’t know if this was better or not from the previous manhandling, every touch ignited a feeling he wasn’t familiar with but he wanted so much more of, and going this slow was going to drive him insane, he huffed and stuffed his hand in Bruce’s hair to grip it forcing their lips together longer than half a second then rolled their hips together.
Bruce let out a sharp sigh and took Kent’s legs on his arms, the back of the man’s knees lining up with the inside of his elbows as he grabbed Kent’s hips and ground his hard-on in the crack of Kent’s ass making him shiver and let go of Bruce’s hair who locked eyes with him as he started to trail his lips down Kent’s body enjoying the small reactions he was getting, having to hold himself back when he took a long lick of Kent’s nipple and earned a whine in response.
Still holding those lustful doey eyes in his Bruce made his way even further down until he reached the waistband of Kent’s briefs, looking down at them for a second then back at Kent and ripped them clean off having Kent jump a little in surprise but the aggressive movement only made him hotter as he wondered what Bruce was about to do next, not really knowing what to do with his hands so he just kept them laying there until something happened.
Bruce kissed Kent’s hips intentionally avoiding the man’s dick as he went down further and buried his face between the two thick globes of ass he so desperate to take a bite out of, Kent’s eyes widened and he yelped quietly when he felt a tongue lick a strip over his hole, Bruce didn’t waste any time eating Kent out to his hearts desire with practiced skill.
It was hard for Kent not to close his legs tightly, his thighs squishing Bruce’s cheeks as lightly as he could hold them as one hand shot down and gripped the man’s messy hair as he pressed his lips into the clenched fist of his free hand and turned his head away so he could avoid meeting Bruce’s burning stare as he tried to keep the rising mouths in his throat but couldn’t stop the whines that escaped him.
Bruce didn’t like Kent holding in his moans so he got up biting his lip at the displeased whimper that left the older man under him as he opened the nightstand, finding a shit ton of pens, two books none of which were notebooks, and another bottle in the first drawer, weird collection but he’s seen worse, he opened the second drawer to see something similar finding what he was looking for.
Bruce shoved his face back in Kent’s ass feeling the man shake as he resumed eating him out, Kent bit down on his finger as he squirmed and whimpered but quickly let it go as a moan escaped his throat when he felt a slick digit slide into him, he looked at Bruce who was still staring at him intensely and moaned again when he felt the finger move immediately curling upward and dragging against his prostate, it was too much for Kent to handle as he started to moan and shake, embarrassingly enough he could already feel that creeping knot in his stomach signaling he was about to cum just from the small movements.
He tried to hold it as another finger was slipped into him again and started to stretch him out still torturing Kent’s sweet spot as he did so, Kent threw his head back and let out a long desperate whine, he didn’t want to be slow anymore he wanted to be fucked right then and there, he wanted to voice that but in the state he was in it would have come out as a beg and he wasn’t out of it enough to where that wouldn’t make his cheeks flush just yet.
“What are you thinking about?” Bruce asked, still acting innocent despite shoving three large fingers up Kent’s ass and fucking him with them “you seem distracted”
“I-I’m not distracted” Kent tried to be sassy but failed as moans kept slipping out his mouth, grabbing Bruce’s wrist but not making any movement to stop what was happening “I’m just, t-trying not to be l-oud”
“Oh?” Bruce asked with a smirk thrusting his fingers rougher directly into Kent prostate making the man moan loudly and toss his head back gripping Bruce’s wrist tighter “I guess you wouldn’t want the others to hear you getting claimed”
The term claimed made Kent’s hole quiver, he didn’t realize how much he wanted that until it was said aloud Bruce let out a low groan then while still fucking Kent with his fingers grabbed the remote for the small tv on the dresser across from them and turned it on, the new years’ celebration popped up and Bruce really didn’t care much to change it so he just turned up the volume and plopped the remote somewhere he didn’t see.
Kent bit his lip to try to silence himself but Bruce leaned down and sucked his bottom lip from between his teeth into his mouth and started to kiss him roughly, Kent whimpered and ground his hips to Bruce’s thrusts and felt the knot get stronger in his stomach, he didn’t want to cum from just this so he pulled back from the kiss with a wet pop and finally swallowed his pride “p-please, just fuck me already”
Bruce growled lowly in his throat and pulled out his fingers, Kent not being able to help the whine that left his lips, fumbling with his pants as he took them and his boxers off so rough he almost ripped them, slicking up his cock with the lube he got from the nightstand and pressed his tip against Kent’s entrance, thinking he was forgetting something for a second but Kent gripped his biceps tightly and rolled his hips staring up at him with such unfiltered want he lost his train of thought and slowly sank into the man.
Kent let out a long moan and his eyes rolled back as he cummed all over his stomach once Bruce was fully in and the head of his dick slid over his prostate, his face flushed in embarrassment at the fact that he didn’t even last long enough for Bruce to get a few thrusts in and was about to start babbling apologies when he looked up at Bruce’s face and there was such burning lust in his expression Kent went quiet.
“Fuck that was hot”
“I-it’s embarrassing” Kent admitted, almost shrinking back when their eyes locked due to the intensity of Bruce’s golden eyes “I’m in my twenties, not a teen just discovering sex”
Bruce leaned down and gave a surprisingly gentle kiss “want me to pull out?”
Kent’s immediate answer was no, sure he was going to be sensitive but he was still too horny to just let Bruce go, plus it wasn’t fair if Bruce had to go finish off himself when they were so close to just fucking like rabbits, not wanting to sound too much like a slut he quickly shook his head and felt his dick leak precum when Bruce let out a deep, low chuckle.
It was going to be a long night.
Bruce put Kent’s legs back up on his arms and gripped the man’s hips tight as he started to fuck him, not even starting out softly just roughly pounding straight into Kent’s prostate not quite brutally yet, Kent saw stars as he cried out in pleasure withering and shaking underneath the brute, it felt so good he could have cum on the spot again despite his spillage not even a few seconds ago.
Bruce let out heavy shaking pants as he slammed into the man feeling the hot fucktunnel he buried his cock in become a wet clenching mess, Kent wasn’t as loose as he thought he would be with how many people he sees in one weekend but his dick was being sucked back in eagerly every time he pulled out as Kent’s hole spasmed and clamped down on him, the way Kent was moaning and withering and digging his nails into his biceps turned him on just as much as what he was feeling inside.
Kent kept subconsciously begging to be fucked deeper and harder, he felt full with Bruce’s cock stuffed into him and he loved it, he wanted more and Bruce was very happy to give it to him, before they knew it the bed was creaking under the brutal force of Bruce’s thrusts slamming into Kent, he slid his hands under the man and grabbed as much ass as he could fit in two handfuls and raised his hips off the bed, creating a new angle that had Kent’s toes curling, his eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out as he panted between moans, the pleasure was almost too much as tears formed in his eyes.
“Bruce! Bruce please-” he begged in a whine, he was about to cum again and it was going to happen a lot quicker than the first time.
Bruce didn’t say anything as he concentrated on fucking Kent and trying to also hold back cumming, he wanted to savor the moment for as long as his body would let him, in the background the announcer said that the countdown was about to start and quickly after chanting started.
Kent was the only one that noticed it, even with his senses being overworked and the echos of his pleasure was pulsing in his ears the chanting was distinct enough for him to pick up on it, he was about to start a new year getting pounded into the bed by one of his best friends.
Once the clock hit ten seconds it was like his body just couldn’t force back his needs and the need to cum grew rapidly, he tried to count with the rest of the crowd but he was obviously too foggy-brained for that being he was getting roughly fucked and there wasn’t room for anything more than pure lust.
“B-Bruce…!”
“1, happy new year!”
Both of them came at once as soon as that sentence came out, Bruce slammed his lips onto Kent’s and slipped his tongue down the other’s throat but it didn’t help muffle much of the pleasurable scream that left Kent as he cummed hard and felt himself being filled to the very brim as Bruce’s dick twitched and throbbed in him pumping out the hot thick milk-like liquid deep into his guts.
Bruce pulled back still panting, his cheeks flushing red when he realized the state Kent was in, hair all over the place, tears staining his face, lips puffy and bruised, and cum all over him, Kent had cum so hard a bit of it hit his jaw and the rest splashed on his stomach and pushed up shirt, it took a minute for the both of them to realize Bruce forgot to put a condom on, but even then it most likely would have ripped with the way they were going at it.
Bruce slowly pulled out seeing Kent’s hole was slightly gaping and it took everything in him not to immediately shove his cock in and dump another load when he saw the cum start dripping out of it.
“I-I’m not walking tomorrow” Kent mumbled, slightly pouty about it
Bruce laughed and kissed the man’s temple, Kent let out a small whimper and tried to grind his hips on Bruce’s dick when he felt the touch of Bruce’s shirt rub against his own not quite softening dick, Bruce looked down and got a wicked smile on his face “up for a round two?”
Kent blushed more than he already was biting his lip “pervert”
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