CONTENT WARNING

Dubious Desires is a steamy romance containing coarse language and sex scenes that deal with themes of submission, reluctance and objectification. This story is NOT for the faint-hearted, but it is for those who like m/m stories with a taste of love, friendship, eroticism and dubious behavior that skirts the boundaries of right and wrong.

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Description

Laid back Keegan Andrews loves his family and his friends but he hates conflict. So when his Mum and best mate, Liam, plan a big event for his eighteenth birthday against his wishes, he doesn't argue.

Keegan warms to the idea when he discovers his girlfriend Tess is gifting him the best present ever. Sex! Finally, he will be able to "join the club" and leave his virgin status behind. Keegan secretly hopes this will cure him of a recently discovered side to himself. A side that wants nothing more than to see what the sexy jock Liam looks like underneath his clothes.

The night goes well 'till his father's best friend Damon arrives. The handsome womanizer ruins everything by robbing Keegan of his present.

As if that isn't bad enough, Keegan finds out the next day he is going on a mini-getaway with Damon—alone. Biting his tongue and confused with feelings, the resentful teen begins to wonder how he can get even without it becoming a family dispute. A perfect storm of circumstances leads Keegan to the realization that maybe there is a way to get even... and join the club at the same time.

I Should Have Known Better

"I just want this to be a birthday you'll remember." Keegan's mother cooed as she darted about in the kitchen making a coffee. "Eighteen is a special number, after all." She said that every year—just with his new looming age dropped into her preening.

"Honestly, I'd be happy with just something low key." Keegan tapped his feet and stared at his mother, willing her to believe him.

She tilted her head, narrowing her deep, brown eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mum. Absolutely. I don't want you going through so much trouble just for one night."

His mum swatted the air as if shooing away his concern before tugging at her long blond hair. "I enjoy doing it though."

Keegan cracked a grin. She sure did, but he really didn't want a big song and dance about his birthday this year. "I know you do but please, I just want to have a few mates around. Tess, Liam, Tony and Skippy. Have pizza and drink some beers."

His mother did her best to paint her disappointment with a smile. "Well, if you're sure..."

"I'm sure." Keegan fought down the pangs of guilt for robbing her of her fun in planning him a big night.

His mother's eyes twinkled cheekily. "You know, Keegan, it is okay to have fun and be stupid now and then."

"What are you saying?"

"Well, you're young, you are supposed to have big nights, want rowdy parties and do stupid things." His mum smiled at him. She picked up the kettle and poured the steamy, hot water into her mug.

Keegan choked on a laugh. "Are you saying I am boring?"

"No... I wouldn't say that," She grinned and turned her face away, hiding her smirk. "I'm just saying you don't take after me."

Keegan rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't you be glad I like quiet nights in and not going out taking drugs? Waking up in a gutter covered in my own piss and vomit?"

"Of course, darling," she said. "Just so you know, I never woke up in a gutter covered in piss or vomit." Her face grimaced at the thought.

"Dad and Damon have said otherwise," Keegan replied.

His mother laughed. "Keegan Andrews, you should know better than to believe anything that comes out of those two men's mouths," she said in a mocking tone. "They would have been too drunk themselves to remember any incriminating stories." She took a sip of her black coffee, then returned a hopeful gaze. "So are you 100% sure you don't want a party?"

"Absolutely, 100%, no doubt about it, positively sure!" He gave a stern look.

She raised a hand in the air. "Okay, Mr. Grumpy. Your lack of a wish is my command."

She walked through the dining room onto their back porch, leaving him in front of the television that he wasn't really watching. Keegan hoped this would be the end of the matter because if she did go ahead and plan a party, he would just back down—like he always did. Keegan did his best to avoid disagreements with family, friends and well... just about anybody. The most he would do is walk a fine line of passive aggressive and bail at the last second before it turned into some sort of conflict.

Part of the reason his mum liked to go to so much effort was that he was the only man in her life and had been for some years now. The life of a solo mum had made her fuss over him something chronic to the point it was embarrassing for both of them. If he were being objective and he hated to admit it, but she was hot for a mum—Keegan's mates never failed to remind him of this—and interested men were never in short supply. Still, aside from the odd guy who she strung along for casual dates and trips to the movies, she had never settled down.

Keegan's parents had split up when he was less than a year old. His mother would always tell him the story whenever she had one too many wines, and he was stupid enough to hang around and listen.

"I was 24 when I met your father and gosh I was something, but he was only 19," is how it always started before she would drunkenly shake her wobbly head and say, "I should have known better!"

Apparently his mother had decided to go back to university in an attempt to try and finish her arts degree. She had always wanted to be an art history or classical studies teacher. The lounge walls were testimony to this dream. Abstract art clung to the white painted walls, creating a somewhat hideous mosaic, Keegan thought. According to his Mum's well-told story she arrived in Auckland and took a room in a cheap, scummy flat that was close to campus. Her flatmates were two young guys looking for a female roommate to help share the costs and in his Mum's words, "Someone stupid enough to clean up after them."

There was Matt—Keegan's father—a dark-haired, music enthusiast who was majoring in business, and his best mate Damon; a handsome, laid back womanizer who shared Keegan's mother's interest in the arts even if he didn't attend his lectures. Both guys took a liking to her. It was clear why, even now she was slim with long blond hair that framed her pretty face.

Being away from home is what his mother blamed for being so lonely and to begin dating his father. If you were lucky enough to hear the story begin after she had started on a second bottle of wine, then you'd discover she actually preferred the magnetic Damon. Privately, Keegan would agree with her, not that his father was a bad-looking guy, but in comparison to Damon he was decidedly average.

So yes, after his mother's stupid decision to begin dating his father, the pair wound up down the path of a whirlwind romance which after six months led to an unplanned pregnancy—Keegan. This harsh dose of reality caused both of them to drop out of university before the year had even ended. Keegan was sure his mother at first would have liked to of named him dream crusher; instead, she had taken to motherhood like a meth addict to a light bulb and he had been her spoilt little man ever since.

His parents both moved back to his mum's hometown to try and rebuild their dreams around their unexpected bundle of joy. With his dad only just penetrating his twenties he quickly grew bored of the nesting lifestyle and flew back to the city and continued with his business studies, leaving Keegan and his mother behind. After graduating, Keegan's father moved overseas, exploring Europe for five years before returning with an English wife and her two sons from a previous marriage.

Even after his father had returned to New Zealand Keegan hardly ever saw the guy. None of this bothered Keegan particularly, if anything he thought his father probably did the right thing. From what he had been told, his parents were too different to ever get along and in a way his father's need for freedom had done them all a favor. It wasn't like he felt deprived of anything. Keegan and his mother had a good life thanks to his generous grandparents.

The years went by and Keegan's father sort of disintegrated into the background like a fuzzy memory. He now had a new family and Keegan would hear from him every birthday and Christmas when he would receive an obligatory phone call from his dad wishing him well. Each phone call was painfully drawn out with long pauses, neither knowing what to say. His dad would always tell him he should come up and stay sometime. Every time Keegan would spin the same response that he would definitely come up to visit. They both knew this was a lie. Keegan doubted how sincere the invite was. Besides, his mother and grandparents would never let him go stay with the man they referred to derisively as coming from "basic stock."

Keegan's mother's maiden name was Plummer-Butt. The type of surname that was ripe for mocking and schoolyard bullying. Before starting high school, he had pleaded all summer to adopt his father's last name and become an Andrews so he could have a fresh start and not be ridiculed at roll calls. His mother had been fine with it but his grandparents had fought hard against his wishes and to this day Keegan suspected their feelings were severely hurt by his abandoning of their family name.

While Keegan grew up, barely seeing his father, he did instead get to know his father's best mate. Damon. The guy may have been a party animal with loose morals as Keegan's mum would tease but he stepped up where Keegan's father hadn't.

From as young as Keegan could remember, Uncle Damon—which he called him 'till he was fourteen—would sweep into town every few months and tell Keegan all about his dad and what he was up to as if it were his duty to keep him informed of how awesome his father really was.

Damon would goof around and play the role of a hip young uncle, and for years Keegan looked up to the guy like he was a living legend. But as Keegan grew older he could see it was all smoke and mirrors. A shallow ploy by Damon to try and score his mother. Sure the guy paid interest in him, but his barely veiled flirting revealed Damon's true interest lay between Keegan's mother's legs.

Every visit Keegan's mum giggled at Damon's flirting while Keegan would sit there, trying not to groan out load and discretely roll his eyes at the man who had a Peter Pan like philosophy to life and refused to ever grow up. Damon was a slow learner because after 18 years—as far as Keegan knew—Damon had never succeeded in bedding the mother of his best mate's son.

The first few hours after any time Damon turned up were usually spent downing drinks with Keegan's mum, when he realized he wasn't getting what he wanted, he would give up and head to town in search of fun and a fuck. On more than one occasion when he had stayed with them, Keegan had walked into the lounge in the morning only to find Damon sprawled out on the couch with some woman in his arms that he'd brought home from town with him

With his eighteenth birthday approaching, Keegan knew it was inevitable that Damon would rock in to town and use his birthday as an excuse to get drunk and hit on his mother again. Keegan was fine with it, he figured Damon would follow the familiar path of flirting at home with his mum, failing miserably, then fuck off to town. If Keegan had known the damage Damon was going to cause, then he would have begged his mother not to invite him.

 

Join The Club

Keegan sat in his bedroom, in front of his computer with his pants down around his ankles. The screen was lit up with sex, a well-played porn video now on pause. The woman's face had been frozen at the most unfortunate point in time, her mouth opened wide in unflattering fashion, right in front of a fat, veiny cock that was spurting streaks of cum like bullets.

Keegan had been beating off most of the morning. He had just taken a break after blowing his second load. He wiped his hand clean of his spunk with a tissue he'd grabbed from a box of Kleenex beside him. He screwed the soiled paper up, throwing it in a plastic bag at his feet, or as he liked to call it, "the cum dump."

He let his mind wander to his birthday that was only a few days away. It fell on a Saturday this year so if he fancied—after having a few drinks at home with his mates— he could go to town to go clubbing, finally able to see what all the fuss was about. Being born in December, he was the youngest of his school friends and as each month passed by during the year they would come to class raving about how much fun they were having in the bars. Keegan hadn't been overly jealous but he was curious to know what all this fun was. However, school had wrapped up for the year a few weeks ago now, he wasn't going to have the chance to go to class and share any wacky tales of nights out in town and drunken debauchery.

Keegan knew he should be filling out hostel accommodation for university next year, but he kept putting it off, unsure if he really wanted to go anymore. His reason for what his mum called "a sudden change of heart," was his biggest secret in the world, one he didn't even know he had 'till six months ago. He looked down at his sticky soft cock and imagined his secret sucking it clean.

His girlfriend, Tess, certainly had no intention of doing it. They had been dating for two years and still she hadn't put out. No fuck, no blow job. All they ever did on the rare occasion was frisky foreplay. Sticky fingers were the full extent of their love life. She would let him finger her pussy while she stroked his dick, giving him a hand job which always felt a bit too rough for his liking.

They saw each other on weekends and Keegan had begun to view them not so much as a couple but each other's reliable plus one to any parties they were invited to. Keegan had given up on Tess ever letting him fuck her. He just lived through porn and imagining fun times with his secret. He felt doomed to die a virgin and never actually join the club.

The Club was the term his best mate, Liam, had coined when he lost his virginity at fifteen. He crowed with pride how he had cycled fifteen kilometers to visit Sadie Wallace and fucked her for five hours. Liam did like to tell tall tales. Still, he wasn't lying that he had sex—that part was true.

"I can't wait for you boys to join the club too and see what it's all about," Liam had spouted.

Keegan, Skippy and Tony who made up Liam's inner circle of friends, each sat listening, bitterly jealous. All of them dying to join the club. It wasn't a surprise to any of them it was Liam who reached this milestone first. He was the best looking of the group and extremely popular. The other three all sort of rode his coat tails.

If it were based on looks then Keegan assumed he would be next, although the late bloomer of the group thanks to puberty's late arrival he was the next best looking. Thanks to his mother, he had inherited her attractive features. He had honey blonde hair that when left too long without a haircut grew caramel-colored curls which dropped across his forehead accentuating his soft, brown eyes. His slim, smooth body—although not decked out with abs like Liam—was naturally toned and all round he figured he was a pretty good catch.

But it wasn't Keegan who joined the club next. It was Skippy. The stupidly tall Australian lad had a pimply face and long, gangly limbs. He wasn't exactly ugly but he wasn't beautiful either. Still, his height led to rumors that he had a monster cock and one night at a party six months after Liam established the club, Skippy joined when Marie Thompson cornered him in the bathroom and demanded to know if the rumors were true.

This left Keegan and Tony left outside the invisible club doors, waiting to be let in. By now Keegan had started dating Tess so it seemed obvious it would be him. Little did he realize he was dating someone reluctant to let go of their virginal virtues and while he waited patiently the freckle faced, ginger haired Tony beat him to it. For his eighteenth birthday his older brother shouted him a trip to the whore parlor where he got to join the club with an overpriced ten minutes' worth of loving. Tony had laughed about how pitiful his performance had been but it didn't change the fact he still joined the club and now only one of the four remained on the outside. Keegan.

Keegan looked down at his drooping dick, he ran a finger up his smooth inner thighs and tugged gently on his hairy balls. He went to close the used video down and look for some lesbian porn but before he could click away from the website his bedroom door burst wide open and in walked his secret.

"Oh, fuck, man. Not again," Liam said loudly. He keeled over laughing at Keegan quickly pulling his pants back up.

"Well, maybe if you learned to knock you wouldn't keep walking in on me when I'm... busy," Keegan said, his neck beginning to redden. It was times like this he was grateful to be so naturally tanned.

"Is busy what the kids are calling it these days?" Liam grinned.

Keegan dismissed the comment and rolled his eyes.

Liam jumped in the air and landed on Keegan's unmade bed, laying down on his stomach. "You been watching 'Two Girls, One Cup' again?" He cocked his eyebrows, giggling at Keegan who sat back down flustered.

"Eww, gross no. I can't believe you even showed me that video." Just thinking of it made Keegan want to vomit.

"Yeah, pretty feral, aye." Liam laughed to himself, running a hand through his dark hair.

Keegan loved how it was the perfect contrast to his mate's pale skin and bright blue eyes. Liam was wearing a black singlet that showed off his broad shoulders. Keegan tried not to stare too much at his friend's muscles.

Liam looked around at Keegan's dirty clothes strewn across the floor. "Anyway, I came to tell you there's been a change of plans with your birthday."

"What do you mean a change of plans?" Keegan frowned, not liking where this was heading.

Liam lifted his face, meeting Keegan's stare. "Your mum told me about your lame plans to have a quiet night, so I have come to tell you that me and her have made an executive decision and you're going to be having a big piss up at your grandparent's farm."

Keegan shook his head. "But I don't want a big party."

"What you want and what you get are two different things, buddy." Liam smiled, showing off his sexy teeth. "Keegan, you're my best mate and you deserve... you need a proper celebration of your life on your day of days."

Keegan laughed. "You just want an excuse to invite some chick you're after."

"Five actually. Figure I'd cover my bases." Liam nodded, giving Keegan a wink.

"Is it too late for me to tell you both to cancel it," Keegan asked.

"Far too late, I've already text everyone."

Keegan groaned. "Lucky me, a huge party I never wanted." He threw his hands up in the air mockingly.

Liam climbed off his bed and walked over to where Keegan was sitting. "Move over, there's something I want to show you." He motioned for Keegan to get out from the chair. Keegan stood up to let Liam have his seat, but before he could step away Liam grabbed his shoulder. "Stay still." He stepped in towards Keegan, their face only inches apart. Liam opened his mouth and his breath rolled over Keegan's face. "I swear you have gotten taller again, we're nearly the same height."

Keegan nodded. "Almost." Liam was just on six-feet and Keegan was now only an inch shorter. Their similar heights would make them perfect kissing partners, Keegan thought to himself.

Liam gently shoved him aside and sat down, enthroning himself at the computer desk. He shuffled his feet under the table, rustling the plastic bag. He popped his head under the desk to see what he had hit. "Oh gross, Keegan." Liam laughed and kicked the cum dump aside.
Keegan shrugged. "You make it sound like you never wank."

"Of course I do. That is what I'm about to show you."

Keegan felt wishful at the statement. "You're about to show me you wanking?"

"You wish," Liam replied.

I do actually, Keegan thought.

Liam began typing in a new search bar. "I'm about to show you this new site I've been using. It's got some seriously hot shit on it." Keegan leaned over Liam's shoulder to get a better look. "It's called Crashing Hearts, I found it last week."

"Sounds like a mills and boon site," Keegan muttered.

"I know right, but trust me, it definitely isn't!" Liam clicked into the website. A pink main page displayed with a content warning and an invitation to enter if you were over eighteen. "Well you aren't allowed in here 'till Saturday and become of age, but since I'm eighteen I guess we can go in," Liam joked.

"What would I do if I didn't have a real adult around," Keegan groaned.

"Yep, you'd be lost without me," Liam said, never taking his eyes off the screen. When he clicked enter the screen split in two. On one side there were videos of good-looking young people just talking into webcams. It appeared quite innocent. The other side was the polar opposite and extremely explicit. Videos played of men and women trapped in cages or dressed in rubber suits, strung from wooden beams while being whipped.

Keegan nibbled on his lip. "This looks a bit fucking heavy for my liking."

"Nar man, it's hot as some of these videos. Like there's a mix of professional and amateur vids uploaded on here. Not all of them are that heavy. Some people just have video diaries sharing their sex stories." Liam hovered the mouse cursor over to the dark side of the site and clicked on a video that featured a red headed women dressed head to toe in a black PVC suit. The video uploaded, springing to life with a kinky mood. It didn't take long to establish this woman was a dominatrix. She had a man and woman tied together while she walked around taunting them with sex toys and threats.

"Are you into this sort of stuff?" Keegan asked, curious for an answer.

"I dunno, maybe?" He turned his head around, staring at Keegan and smiled. "But hey, who doesn't have their kinks and secrets, right?"

You're not wrong there, Keegan thought.

Keegan nodded. He looked down and saw Liam scratching and tugging at his crotch. "Would you like me to leave you alone to sort yourself out," Keegan teased.

Liam shrugged. "I wouldn't care if you were here or not."

Keegan felt his loins burn at what was no doubt a flippant comment his friend didn't really mean.

Liam clicked the video shut. "Well, this baby's in your browser history now if you ever need something a little bit spicy for those lonely days." He stretched his arms out extravagantly and yawned.

"Thank you gifter of porn." Keegan stared down at Liam's smooth neck, resisting the urge to lick it.

Liam suddenly sprung to his feet, stood straight and smoothed his singlet. "Anyway I only dropped by quickly to tell you about your party. I've gotta head home and get ready for work. Mum wants me to go in to work and help out this afternoon." Liam's mum owned her own book store along the main street, she often relied on Liam to cover any sick staff on weekends. Keegan found this hilarious, he doubted Liam had ever read a book that didn't have pictures in it.

Keegan's face dropped, his disappointment sprinkled the room at news of his secret departing so quickly. "Okay, well I guess I will see you on Saturday."

Liam headed towards the door. "You'll see me before then I'm sure. I'll call you later after work and go through arrangements for your birthday." He threw a hand up to wave goodbye without looking back.

Keegan went to his bedroom window and watched as his secret walked away. He eyed Liam's athletic body taking confident strides, leaving Keegan alone with a mix of lust and loathing. Any time he saw Liam it left him with a bundle of emotions; grateful for the sight of him but angry for being lumbered with such a peculiar dilemma.

What the fuck am I? Keegan wondered. He no longer knew if he were straight, gay, bi, curious or just messed up. He closed his eyes and took his mind back to how these inconvenient feelings had started.

 

Flashbacks

Although they had been friends since they were twelve, it was only six months ago that Keegan stumbled upon this new side to himself, a hungry yearning for more than just friendship with Liam. Since then, the thought of touching Liam anywhere on his body turned Keegan on like crazy!

It all happened when Keegan was walking with Liam to a party at Tony's house. They'd already had a dozen beers between them at Keegan's home before they set off on their cross-town journey. Walking along the path that followed the foreshore, Liam had begun talking about his favorite topic. Sex.

"Yeah, man. Amy mother-fucking Bronson," Liam said, informing Keegan who his latest conquest had been with.

"Bullshit," Keegan had snapped back in disbelief. "Not even you could score Amy."

Liam flashed a boyish smile at him. "Hate to break it to you, Keegan buddy, but I did. She was a right screamer too. Honestly, when your time comes, definitely do it doggy style. You can go harder and watch your cock slide in and out." Liam stopped walking, he stood there re-enacting his fuck motions.

Keegan had shaken his head laughing in disbelief. Amy was about the hottest girl in town. "You are one lucky bastard."

"I know right. Too bad you aren't." Liam let out a cheesy laugh. Keegan threw a playful punch, hitting his mate's shoulder.

Liam shrugged it off with another laugh. "Seriously though, Keegan, its high fucking time you nail Tess. You two have been together for bloody ever." He took a deep breath like he was about to deliver bad news. "I reckon if you don't use it soon the poor bugger's just gonna fall off." Without warning he grabbed hold of Keegan's crotch, quickly squeezing his nuts before running ahead and smirking.

Keegan's stomach had shot a sharp thread of pain through his body as he keeled forward in a mix of laughter and fright. "Well, I won't ever get to use it if you fucking rip it off."

Liam smiled, chuckling to himself. "Hold up, I gotta take a slash." He walked towards some flax bushes lining the path, he planted his feet apart and fumbled with the belt of his jeans 'till the crisp sound of his zipper coming down pricked Keegan's ears.

Out of nowhere Keegan felt his dick twitch at the magical sound of something innately sexual. At first he wondered if it was a delayed retarded reaction to Liam grabbing him.

Then it twitched again.

What the fuck? Keegan said internally.

He felt an instinct tingling through his body. He casually stepped forward to be in line with Liam along the side of the path. The sea was calm and not a noise in the air 'till Liam let out a loud groan of relief. "Ahhhhh, that's better."

The next noise was the sound of piss splattering on the ground. Liam went back to talking about Amy Bronson and her tight pussy, going into more detail about how deep his dick had gone inside her. The word "dick" was like a magnet and Keegan discretely turned his head to the side to get a look at his mate's popular prick.

The lunar rays from the yellow moon lit the path brilliantly, allowing him more than enough light to get a peek at his best friend's limp, white meat. It erupted a steady stream of piss onto the ground and Keegan couldn't take his eyes off of the pretty-looking cock. It looked an average size but then Keegan wondered how much it grew when it was erect.

Is he bigger than me? Keegan asked himself. The thought did cross his mind to ask Liam how many inches his cock grew too, but Keegan knew that would just sound gay, and he wasn't gay so why would he want to know?

Then why am I so interested in watching him take a piss? Keegan's conscience argued.

Liam had seemed oblivious to the fact Keegan was peering over, taking in the golden showered show. Suddenly the heavy flow from the tip of Liam's cock slowed to a dribble, he shook his tool three times before hoisting his briefs low to tuck it away. He looked over at Keegan. "Right, all good. Let's hit it."

The night had continued like any other but with one small difference. Like a boomerang, Liam's dick kept swirling into Keegan's mind, refusing to stay away. By the time they'd called it a night at Tony's party, the first thing Keegan did when he got home was whip off his pants, grip hold of his already semi-erect cock and imagined it was Liam's meat in his hand. He had tugged 'till his dick sprayed cum across his bedroom floor. He had tried to blame it on all the alcohol but when he woke the next morning with a stiffy, his mind went straight back to his best mate's prick and again his cock blew a load that stemmed from images of Liam.

From that moment on Keegan was hooked; constantly having flashbacks to this night of curiosity and strange feelings. Feelings that appeared from nowhere. These feelings had soiled his mind, leaving him with filthy thoughts that could never be cleaned. He hated and loved every minute of his dirty little secret.

 

A Birthday Wish

The day of his party arrived with a stinging hot morning. The benefit of being born in December meant his birthdays fell at the start of the New Zealand summer, gifting warm sunny days each year his birthday rolled 'round.

Normally he wouldn't care and would prefer to have a day inside but thanks to the birthday hijacking, the good weather was going to come in handy. Keegan's mother and Liam had arranged to have his party at his grandparent's farmlet. They'd set up a huge pile of chopped wood and branches for Keegan and his pals to set alight, allowing them to party through the night around the burning glow of a raging fire. The one condition was to keep an eye on the grass surrounding it just in case it set ablaze. His grandfather had already been down and hosed the ground around the wood to safeguard against this threat, but Keegan swore he would keep an eye on it—even if it were a droopy, drunken one.

His grandparents had run a very successful catering company for many years and when they had retired four years earlier they had accumulated enough wealth to be completely impractical and live in the country in a house that was far too big for two pensioners. It contained five bedrooms, each one with different colored brightly painted walls and a humungous lounge that opened out on to a deck with views of town in the distance. Below the deck was a deep, jellybean-shaped swimming pool—which they never used—that would have looked more at home nearly anywhere in the world than provincial New Zealand.

In front of the home was a paddock, its grassy field rolled down a small slope leading to a group of pine trees beside a creek, it was here the bonfire extravaganza was to take place. Despite Keegan not wanting a big party he had to admit this was the perfect place for one. No neighbors nearby and far enough away from his grandparents' house that everyone could be rowdy as they like.

Keegan had driven himself and his mother out there at 11 am so they could have a family lunch and celebrate his birthday before the drunken festivities began. The reluctant birthday boy found himself smiling and nodding through the conversation with aunts and uncles that focused on what he planned to do next year. It was awkward trying to say he no longer planned to move to Auckland and study. One by one their faces dropped in surprise at hearing what to them seemed an abrupt change of heart. It wasn't like he could open his mouth and blurt out, "Oh well I saw my best friend's cock six months ago and I wanna hang around here with him and see how that goes."

Once lunch was finished and the gifting of presents over with, his extended family all made their way back to their own homes, leaving him to get ready for his big night. Keegan grabbed his overnight bag from the car, made his way back inside to use the bathroom and get changed into something he hoped Liam would appreciate.

He changed into a slim fitting white t-shirt he had strategically chosen to show off his tanned arms and tight frame. For his lower half he got changed into a pair of brand new thorn-colored shorts to show off his toned legs. It wasn't like Liam would be in to checking out male legs or Keegan's bronzed arms, but still, there was a strange thrill in dressing nice for one special person.

The afternoon dragged on at a slow pace. Keegan sat in the lounge with his mum and grandparents, fidgeting with his hands anxiously, waiting for the arrival of his guests. As planned and to his heart and cocks delight; Liam was the first to show up.

Keegan rushed out to the driveway—a little too eagerly—to welcome his best mate. The warm day outside pounced on him with deceptive heat, its small summer breeze a big blessing as it licked his skin with tiny kisses of relief. He stepped speedily up the drive to join Liam standing beside his parked car.

Liam was wearing a pair of dirty denim jeans and a lime green t-shirt, a pair of shades covered his electric blue eyes; he carried a box of bourbons under his arm. Liam's chiseled jaw line was accentuated with the shadow of an unshaven face that was on the verge of resembling a hipster beard.

Keegan envied his mate's ability to grow one but then he wasn't surprised. Liam had always been a step ahead of him and most classmates through puberty, having started shaving as soon as he turned 13 while it was another two years before Keegan could claim to join the ranks of face shavers.

Liam had enjoyed ribbing him about being more than a few steps behind. The two had always been competitive like best mates tend to be—Liam probably more so. Keegan gave up trying to compete with Liam who always won; he was sportier, taller, funnier, hotter... the guy probably had a bigger cock too. Liam was so competitive, Keegan imagined his best mate wouldn't rule out measuring just to win another battle.

Liam flashed Keegan a smile and hollered, "Hey, birthday boy!"

Keegan returned a smile of his own. "Hey, man. Good to see you made it."

"Of course I made it. If I didn't turn up who else is gonna show," Liam teased.

Keegan rolled his eyes. "Does that mean you're the entertainment for the evening? Are you gonna jump naked out of my cake or something?" He felt like a rebel spilling a homoerotic image.

Liam's lip curled. "If I'm doing that, then it's money up front."

Keegan laughed while secretly wishing he did have money to pay for such a sight. Before they even took a step back towards the house, Liam grabbed Keegan's arm. His moist, warm fingers sent fuzzy pins and needles down Keegan's spine.

"Look on the passenger seat. That's your prezzie," Liam said.

Keegan craned his neck around, looking inside Liam's car. On the seat was a sleek white envelope. He opened the door, retrieving his gift and ripped it open. He pulled out a yellow card which had a comical looking hamster on the front singing into a microphone. Keegan chuckled at the funny image and opened the card to see "Happy Birthday! It's Hamster Time."

Keegan was about to groan at the corny birthday message 'till he saw Liam's writing underneath. Butterflies fluttered in his tummy.

Happy Birthday to the best friend a guy could ask for. On this day, your day of days I officially grant you one birthday wish. Liam

Keegan looked at Liam. "Thanks, man. So what does a birthday wish get me?"

Liam grinned. "Anything you like, consider me the birthday genie."

"Okay, birthday genie, I would like a million dollars."

Liam coughed for effect. "Sorry, Keegan, but the birthday genie deals with realistic and achievable wishes, not pipe dreams."

Keegan grinned and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Look inside again," Liam said. He pointed at the torn envelope.

Keegan fished his fingers in and plucked out a condom. "Umm thanks but I do have my own at home," he said, confused by the random added gift.

"Yeah, but you've been a virgin so fucking long they are probably all due to expire." Liam laughed at his own joke. "And just between you and me you're definitely gonna be needing this tonight." Liam arched his eyebrows excitedly.

"Huh. What do you mean?"

Liam leaned in closer to Keegan's face and began whispering as if invisible people would hear. "I spoke with Cherry Hutchins and she told me that Tessa's birthday present to you is a fuck." Liam pulled his face back and returned his voice to a normal level. "No shit. A fuck! Tonight, Keegan Andrews, you join the club."

Keegan stared down at the condom between his fingers. He felt a rush of excitement flow through his body.

I'm finally gonna do it! He thought excitedly.

He looked up at Liam who stood there with a goofy grin. Keegan narrowed his eyes. "And you're sure? Cherry wasn't just bullshitting? You're not just bullshitting?"

Liam laughed at his suspicion. "I wouldn't kid about something like this. This is full on legit, so I suggest you get inside and make sure you wash your cock."

Keegan cringed at the instruction. "I can assure you my cock is clean."

Liam shrugged. "No girl likes a case of dick pong, bro, just giving you the heads up."

Keegan laughed at the comment. "Dick pong, now that's a new one."

Keegan slipped the rubber into his pocket and they walked back towards the house. When they got inside Liam put on his family friendly persona and talked with Keegan's mum and grandparents. They asked Liam the tired question, "What are your plans next year?"

Liam rattled off excitedly how he was going to enroll in an electrical engineering course and was going to work part-time for his uncle's lawn mowing business. Keegan wondered how good Liam would look after a year spent mowing lawns. He had beautiful pale skin and Keegan wondered if a tan would enhance or detract from Liam's sex appeal. Keegan sat silently, watching his friend's lips move as he continued on about his big plans for next year. Liam's lips were perfect like the rest of him, not too big and not too thin, just right. Perfect for sucking cock. The mere thought began to bring on a stiffy that Keegan had to discretely push down with his elbow. He tried focusing his mind somewhere else but it landed on Tess and the fact he would be inside her before the night was over. His cock swelled again, pressing its warmth into his thigh.

His grandfather's voice caught him by surprise. "You boys are welcome to use the pool if you like." Kegan's grandfather stood up and walked towards the lounge window, looking out at the backyard. "Yep, it's all cleaned out and ready for summer but me and your nana are too bloody old to use it." He ran a hand through his snowy, white hair and shook his head like he regretted having a pool.

"Speak for yourself, old man." Keegan's grandmother chuckled.

"I would be keen but I didn't bring any togs with me," Liam said.

"I've got a spare pair of shorts if you wanna borrow them?" Keegan offered. He hoped Liam would say yes. An easy excuse to see him with less clothes on.

Liam bit down on his lip, nodding slowly. "Okay, sure. Why not." He stood up from his seat. "Where's these shorts of yours?"

Keegan looked up at him, he knew Liam was waiting for him to stand up, but he was worried his cock's arousal would still be visible. "Uh, yep, I'll show you." Keegan leaned forward and retied his shoe laces to try and buy some time. The quick stalling tactic was just the pause he needed to be sure he was well and truly flaccid. He sprung to his feet and led Liam through to the hallway where his overnight bag of clothes sat in one of the spare rooms. The blue room as it was called on account of its bright teal walls.

Once they had entered the room, Liam stood still, legs apart and arms akimbo. He reached for his sun glasses and took them off, placing them on a dressing table to the side. Keegan was glad to see the blue windows to his friend's soul finally make an appearance.
"I'm not sure I can really be arsed to go for a swim, ya know?" Liam said.

"Oh, come on. We have a couple hours before the others turn up. We may as well," Keegan replied. He began rummaging through his bag for a spare pair of shorts, not wanting Liam to bail on the idea. Keegan pulled out a pair of red shorts that had been lurking at the bottom of the bag. He handed them across to Liam.

"Well I guess it is your birthday, so if you fancy a swim then I do to."

"Exactly, man. Its best friend tax," Keegan joked.

Liam held up the shorts in front of his face, inspecting their size. "You think these'll fit?" He squinted his eyes as if calculating their exact size. "You're a bit smaller than me." The words didn't sound complimentary.

"Piss off, you're just fat is all." Keegan smiled.

Liam choked on a laugh then flipped him the bird. "Fuck off, I'm not fat. It's called muscle, dork."

Liam was right. It was muscle. Although not huge, he certainly possessed a healthy physique from his years of football training and his newly acquired passion for the gym. Keegan looked out the corner of his eye as Liam proceeded to unzip his jeans. Keegan pretended to fuss around with his bag while keeping his eyes gazing towards Liam's undressing.

His sexy friend scuffed off his shoes, removed his black socks, tugging his jeans down his thighs, exposing a pair of tight hugging orange briefs that jutted out the front over his packing bulge. Keegan swallowed a dry lump of wanting down his throat as he saw the pants continue down past Liam's knees, exposing his mate's pale, hairy legs. Lines of definition ran down the side of Liam's thighs as he raised his legs up one at a time to free his feet from the jeans.

Keegan had seen Liam undress plenty of times through their years of friendship, but this was the first time since Keegan's sexual awakening. He basked in the horny glory of Liam stripping, his virgin eyes taking in every detail. It was like seeing Liam in a whole new light. Keegan let himself pay attention to random things he had never bothered to notice before, like how their feet look to be about the same size, or just how hairy Liam's legs were. He withheld the primal urge to lunge over and grab hold of Liam's thighs, wanting so badly to know how Liam would feel in his hand.

There wasn't a part of this sexy fucker Keegan wouldn't touch, kiss or lick. Liam slipped his thumbs between the elastic of his briefs, swooping them down his long legs, freeing his cock and balls from the tight fabric.

Keegan's eyes burned like radars, locking in on a target. It was a beautiful cock. Liam's dick dangled, proudly on show below his tidily trimmed pubes, his big balls appearing freshly smooth.

He must manscape the hell out of down there. The thought made Keegan realize trimming was a practice he should adopt.

Liam raised the pair of swimming shorts up his legs, ending the free show much to Keegan's disappointment. Liam lifted his face just as the shorts covered up his privates.

Keegan's heart pounded with fear thinking he had been snapped checking him out.

Liam surprised him with a smile. "Well, come on, Keegan. Hurry up."

Keegan knew he couldn't be naked in front of Liam. Not now he had another inconvenient boner growing in his pants. "Yeah, I'll umm... meet you out there," he replied, sounding flustered.

Liam tilted his head, pulling a funny face. "Okay, weirdo." He smiled. "See you outside." He stripped off his shirt and dropped it atop of his jeans and briefs that lay crumpled on the floor. He turned and made his way out the room, letting Keegan admire his defined back and broad shoulders before disappearing around the corner.

Keegan's pounding chest began to subside. He took a deep breath, grateful for Liam not knowing the real reason for his weirdness. Still buzzing from what felt like a private show, Keegan finally fetched his own togs from the bottom of his bag, disrobing himself of his clean clothes. With his swimming trunks in his hand he walked to the mirror hanging on the bedroom wall. He studied his slim, naked frame. He placed a hand to his small nipples, running his fingers south to the faint outline of abs that decorated his stomach. He patted his taunt tummy, staring down at the thin, hairy strip of his snail trail which led down to his untrimmed pubes.

Remembering how tidy Liam was down below brought on a flush of self-consciousness. Would Tess complain about him being so hairy down there? It wasn't like he had the time or equipment with him to lock himself away and shave his nuts especially for his present.

Keegan sighed, raising his hand to his head, running it through his overgrown hair, its blonde tips furling into untamed curls. Standing feeling sorry for himself that he didn't look more like Liam, a flash of orange caught his eye in the mirrors reflection. A pang of sexual hunger gripped his gut when he realized what it was. Liam's briefs!

Keegan bit down on his lip, tasting temptation. He knew instantly he would capitulate and do something he most definitely should not do. He craned his neck around, casting his eyes to his best mate's undies on the floor then across to the open door. In snappy, quick steps, he walked across and pressed the door firmly shut. He pressed his bare back against the closed door, as if he were expecting someone to kick it down and arrest him for what he was about to do. He listened out for any movement coming down the hallway. There was none.

I'm so sorry, Liam, but I have to do this, Keegan said to himself.

Keegan tread across the carpet with sniper-like reflexes. He bent down, picked up Liam's underwear, rubbing it between his fingers. The cotton fabric still felt warm from the sexy body it had been wrapped around.

In careful steps, Keegan crossed the floor back towards the mirror. He stared at his reflection, holding Liam's worn briefs, mesmerized by the feel of raw sexiness in his hand. Keegan fumbled with the underwear, turning it round so he could see the crotch part. He raised Liam's drawers up to his face and inhaled. He sniffed deeply the musty scent of Liam's crotch, a strange mix of worn and purity. He could tell that this was a clean pair but the heat of the day had made Liam sweat just enough to leave his body's mark clinging to the fabric with a light tang.

Keegan pressed the briefs deeper into his face as he kissed them, muttering filthy praises about the smell of his best mate's cock. With his free hand he vigorously grabbed hold of his stiffening dick. Keegan clenched his thickening girth, tugging like a man on a mission.

The briefs smothered Keegan's face, drowning him in the undeniably male odor of his best friend's ball sweat. His cock was rock hard in record time, he felt its throbbing veins beneath his fingers as he savored breathing in Liam's essence. His soft whimpers were muffled by the material as he felt himself dangerously close to spunking a load all over the room, just as he was about to give himself one last firm pull, the door swung open behind him.

"Whoaaaa...sorry, buddy," said a deep voice.

Keegan dropped the briefs to the floor, covered his cock with both hands and spun around to see who had caught an eyeful of his bare arsed private moment. Damon! Keegan felt his face redden in shame. "Fuck, sorry... I was just umm..." he had no words to finish the sentence. It was obvious he'd been caught. He placed his foot on top of the dropped underwear, desperate to hide the source of his arousal.

Damon laughed but not too loudly. "It's okay, Keegan. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do." He chuckled again. "Anyway, happy birthday, my man." Damon grinned, shaking his head. He wore a dark green singlet that showed off his muscly tattooed shoulders.

Keegan glared at him. "You can go now!"

Damon stopped grinning and shot a sympathetic look his way. "Sorry, K dog. I'll leave you to it." He let out one last chuckle and closed the door behind him, leaving Keegan alone with a now dead dick. He swore he held the lifetime record for being caught masturbating. It never got any less embarrassing.

Keegan picked up Liam's underwear and put them back with his jeans where he'd found them. The moment had been killed by dickhead Damon so there was no way he could finish the job now. He put on his togs, took some deep composing breaths and walked out the room to join Liam in the pool. 

Beauty

The swim was the perfect way to cool off from the hot day and the burning shame of being busted trying to bust one out. The afternoon sun danced high in the sky, streaming down with unapologetic heat, baking the lumpy land like muffins. Keegan paddled about, embracing the rays, enjoying his time with Liam before he would have to share his best friend with a bustling party.

Liam had been in the swimming team at school and swam beautifully with precise strokes and watery elegance. Keegan could barely keep his uncoordinated limbs afloat let alone swim properly, so he opted to float on his back, watching Liam show off his aquatic skills.

When Liam finally tired of laps, he swam over, treading the water beside Keegan.

Liam rubbed his face free of water. "Have you checked out that site I showed you?"

Keegan shook his head, lying. He had checked it out every day with burning perseverance like a detective trying to crack a case.

Liam cleared his throat. "For someone who wanks as much as you do, I thought you'd need some new material by now."

"Piss off." Keegan laughed, skimming the water with his hand to splash Liam.

Liam wiped his face clean then lowered his voice so Damon and Keegan's mum who were seated on the porch, didn't hear him. "I watched one last night of this hot Asian chick right, and she had this dude tied to a bed and she grabbed a—"

"Turn this way, lads!" Damon yelled.

Keegan and Liam turned around and heard a beeping click. Damon stood on the porch holding his new camera. He looked down at its screen then back at Keegan and Liam in the pool. "I have two dashing men in front of me but only one photo in my hand," he joked.

"I think you should vote this bitch off, Tyra," Liam hollered back, splashing water in Keegan's face.

Keegan wiped his face clean of water and saw Liam had swam to the edge of the pool, getting out to go join Damon and Keegan's mum on the porch.

Keegan groaned to himself, and swam over to jump out and join them. He was annoyed to not hear the rest of Liam's porn testimony. When he reached the outdoor table shaded by an umbrella, Keegan saw Damon showing Liam and his mum the photo he'd just taken.

"That's actually a good photo of both you boys. Suits you, being surprised," she said, sounding tipsy already after spending the past hour drinking with Damon, fending off his shameless flirting.

Keegan took a seat beside Liam and eyeballed Damon. The man's mere presence annoyed him, making him feel prickly. Sure the guy was friendly enough in a try-hard sort of a way. It wasn't that he was a bad dude at all, he was just a fuckwit. At sex-feet-two inches and a gym-trained body, Damon had a commanding presence and an air of confidence that rubbed Keegan the wrong way.

Keegan's mum scrolled through other photos on the camera screen, her mouth gaped open and she started giggling. "Is this Matty?" She showed Damon the image she was talking about.

Damon laughed. "Yep, that's old Matty kicking it back in Port Jackson."

Keegan's mum turned the camera round showing him a photo of his father. "Here is your future, darling."

Keegan looked at the screen. There was his father, standing in a pair of tiny shorts on a gold sand beach. He was pulling a dopey look on his pink sunscreen painted face, his chest and soft belly were covered in a thick mat of curly dark hair. Too many beers were beginning to make themselves at home on his father's gut, Keegan thought.

Liam peered over and started laughing. "The future ain't pretty either." He nudged Keegan with his elbow.

"No way am I gonna look like that," Keegan said defensively.

"To be fair this is far from the most accurate or flattering photo of him," Damon said as he took back the camera. "Matty's still rocking it."

"You'll be fine, Keegan," his mother said, ignoring Damon's defense of her ex. "Just pray you take after me."

"If only everybody could look like you the world would be a better place, Marie," Damon said, sounding all too smooth.

Keegan cringed, watching on as his mum laughed at the amorous comment. "Thanks, Damon, you're too kind. I guess poor old Matty can't be as lucky as us two." She flicked her long hair over her shoulder, playing up her attractive features.

Keegan groaned to himself, wishing his mother wouldn't encourage him.

Damon patted his stomach, emphasizing his fit physique. "Yep, it's good to still have a bit of tread left in these tires,"

Keegan had to grant him that; Damon did look good for being 37. But then the guy was a fitness nut, obsessed with gym and kick boxing, always chasing a new fad of sport or facial moisturizer to preserve his youth. He was an odd mix of kiwi bloke fused with city slicker.

Keegan's mother smiled. "And hey, you've managed to keep all your hair—sort of," she teased.

Damon ran a hand along his light brown hair which was shaved short all over. "I think you'll find that's my new haircut. Not baldness," Damon said, a tinge of defensive vanity coming through his vocal chords.

Keegan's mother simpered, looking pleased with herself. "I'm only kidding, George Clooney. Fancy another beer?"

"Personally, I consider myself a younger Brad Pitt." Damon sculled back the last few drips in his bottle and nodded. "Another beer would be grand. Cheers, Marie."

"How about you two?" she asked looking at Keegan and Liam.

They both shook their heads politely.

Keegan watched his mother get up and disappear inside to fetch the fool another drink. Her summer dress fluttered in the light breeze exposing her golden legs, Damon's eyes quickly pounced on her exposed pins before he turned and faced Keegan and Liam. "How was the swim?" he asked.

"Wet," Liam answered, lifting his shoulder in a half shrug.

Damon rubbed his chin, smiling. "Gee, you don't say, Liam." He shook his head then focused his attention at Keegan. "So did you sort your little problem earlier, K dog?"

Keegan rolled his eyes. Why the fuck would he bring that up? "Yep, all taken care of."

"What problem?" Liam asked, a look of confusion tainting his attractive face.

"Oh, nothing." Keegan muttered. "I was having trouble zipping my bag back up."

"Yeah, poor Keegan here was yanking it hard but it just wasn't doing the trick." Damon winked at him discretely.

Had anyone else said those words, Keegan would have burst out laughing but because it was uttered by such a schmuck he chose to ignore it.

"How you been anyway, Damon?" Liam asked. He ran his hands through his wet hair, pulling his fringe up from his face before shaking his fingers free of clingy drips of water. He made it look sexy and easy like he was in a commercial.

Keegan attempted the same trick but his hands misfired, flinging water over Damon's front.

"Cheers for the shower, K dog," Damon patted the front of his singlet down. "And I've been good, Liam. How about you? You look like you've bulked up since I last saw you."

Liam nodded confidently. "Yep, I been doing the gym now for six months, taking my protein shakes." He raised his arm up and flexed his biceps, showing off his results.

Damon leaned forward, honing in on Liam's arms. "It looks like it's paying off, you'll end up looking like me shortly." He relaxed back in his chair, spreading his legs wide as if his balls needed to breathe.

Keegan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't sure if Damon was joking or suffering from a moment of severe vanity. He suspected it was the latter. Liam continued nodding though, as if becoming more like Damon was an achievement.

For some reason, Liam and the rest of Keegan's friends thought Damon was awesome. The cool adult who enjoyed partying with the younger crowd. Keegan just thought this made Damon come across pathetic but the guy seemed to impress anyone born after 1996. Mind you, Damon had been useful through the years, always on hand to buy them all booze if they asked for it. But in the past year with Liam and Keegan's other mates—and now himself—turning 18, Damon's adult status would no longer be needed for an easy supply of booze.

"How's the photography going?" Liam asked.

"It's been going good. Never as much work as I'd like, but enough to keep the gallery going and a roof over my head." Damon crossed his arms over is chest.

Liam smirked, his face lighting up with curious trouble. "You still taking pics of nude models?"

Damon's lips curled into a wolfish smile. "Pretty much. That is my field."

Damon had managed to make a name for himself in certain circles with his "fine art" images. The few times Keegan and his mum had been to visit Damon in Auckland, his apartment was awash with hanging framed black and white photos of naked women. It was the best part of visiting the guy, you always got a free show of tits. Keegan just labelled it classy porn but Damon would have a fit if anyone said his art was anything less than tasteful.

Liam's eyes glistened with envy. "You have the dream job, man. Fuck, I wish I could get paid to take pics of hot naked women. Shit... I'd probably do it for free."

Damon took a cocky breath. "I hate to break it to you, but not all of them look like Stella Maxwell, buddy." He unfolded his arms, reached into his pocket and fetched out a packet of cigarettes; he plucked one out and sparked it up. "Some days I might have the hottest woman you've ever seen in your life, standing naked in the middle of my studio, the next day I could have a pair of pensioners with saggy tits and grey, saggy balls."

Liam's face screwed up in revulsion. "Eww, that's gross."

Damon dangled a smile from the corner of his lips. "You know, there is more than just one type of beauty in the world, Liam." He took a puff of his smoke, exhaling confidently.

Liam squirmed in his chair, shaking his head. "I'll take your word for it."

Keegan's mum returned to the table with a fresh glass of wine and a cold bottle of beer she passed across to Damon. "Are you boring the boys with your tales of art again, Damon?" She sat down next to him and flicked his shoulder.

"I am guilty of many things but most definitely not boring people," Damon answered.

Liam nodded. "Yeah, he wasn't boring us. Just grossing us out."

Keegan's mum laughed, fanning her face with her hand. "Yes, Damon has a long history of grossing people out." She looked at Keegan, her brows knitted into a frown. "Shouldn't you two boys go get changed. Everyone will be turning up soon, won't they?"

"I guess so," Keegan sighed.

Liam stood up excitedly from his chair, the announcement of new people coming was a riveting prospect. Keegan had been enjoying the sun warming his wet skin, he begrudgingly rose to his feet, following Liam inside to get changed.

"Don't wet the floor," Keegan's mum called out after them, all too late.

They raced through the ranch slider, quickly stepping across the lounge carpet as their still damp feet left a trail of footprints to the hallway and the blue bedroom were their clothes lay on the ground. Keegan stepped over Liam's pile of clothes, casting a split second look of guilt at the orange briefs he had smothered across his face just an hour before.

"Where's the towels at?" Liam asked, standing beside his clothes.

"Just one sec," Keegan replied, he walked out of the room and marched down the hallway 'till he came to the airing cupboard and retrieved them a fluffy, white towel each. When Keegan entered the room again his jaw nearly fell to the floor when he saw Liam standing naked, his shaved, trimmed bits on full display. Keegan found himself staring a little too long at the v shape of his mate's abdominal muscles that pointed down to his drooping dick.
Liam noticed his friend's eyes honing in on his manhood. "Yes, Keegan, it's called a penis. If you check between your legs, you'll find you've got one too—even though you never use it." He smiled letting Keegan know he was joking and held his hand out for the towel.

"Uh, sorry I umm..." Keegan rambled, unable to string a sentence together.

"No worries, I sometimes check out the competition in the gym locker room too," Liam said, very matter of factly, like it was nothing. He raised the towel to his face before lowering it and drying his torso. "It's not like your queer so it's all good."

"Exactly," Keegan mumbled. He stripped off his own clothes and begged his cock to stay still.

Liam took his turn looking at Keegan standing naked, he lowered his head and pretended to be holding a magnifying glass. "Yep, there it is. I told you that you had one." He laughed and went back to drying himself, snaking the towel through his legs and rubbing his balls and arse crack dry.

"Funny guy," Keegan said with a smirk. From what he could tell they were pretty similar sizes in the pants department. Liam's cock though did appear a little longer but then that meant nothing Keegan tried to tell himself. It's all about when it's hard. Isn't it?

"Seriously though, buddy. You should start shaving down stairs." Liam bent down and grabbed his underwear, sliding them up his legs till he was all covered. "You can't have poor Tess coughing up a fur ball."

"Fuck, you're a laugh a minute today, Liam." Keegan shook his head and chuckled, trying to hide this shame for not being tidy enough down there. "Should I do it now... like go home and quickly shave?" the words came out feeble and quiet.

Liam slapped him on the shoulder. "Nar, you'll be fine. Besides you don't want to rush that sort of thing. You might cut the poor fella right off." He saw that his joke did not calm Keegan's nerves. "Look, you're a good looking guy, and well... I honestly don't think she will mind." He gave Keegan's shoulder one last tap, following it up with a reassuring rub with his fingers. Liam put on his jeans and shirt, leaving Keegan the only one naked. "I'll meet you back outside, okay?" He picked his shoes and socks up, quickly glancing over his shoulder at Keegan before walking out the door.

Keegan stood there dumbstruck, he knew it was just an objective comment but he couldn't shake the words from his mind. You think I'm good looking!

 

Kiss It Better

The party began like the fire in the field. A dimness that became a roaring bright affair as the hours passed. The guests had begun to trickle in a little after 5 o'clock but by the time it got dark, Keegan had over a hundred people stumbling around drunk in his grandparent's paddock. Most of the guests were people Liam knew, and half of them probably had no idea it was actually Keegan's birthday.

Keegan tended to fade into the background at school or any social gathering through his reticent nature. Liam on the other hand knew everybody in town, or as he liked to say everybody wanted to know him and because of this magnetism any event Liam attended, people would follow—especially the girls.

It was thanks to his status as Liam's best mate that Keegan probably had to thank for the honor of dating Tess.

Keegan used to go watch Liam play football every weekend; he wasn't a fan of soccer but he enjoyed the after match ritual him and Liam shared. They would drive down to Burger King, order a ton of greasy burgers and fries, and wash them down with creamy thick shakes. It helped make up for the boredom of watching a bunch of pimply guys kick a ball around a pile of grassy mud, Keegan thought. It was at one of these matches, bored out of his mind, waiting for the final whistle that he spotted the pretty, blonde Tess in the crowd. They swapped sneaky looks in one another's direction 'till after the game Keegan introduced himself.

It turned out she was only there because her two friend's had big crushes on Liam Corrigan and had come to perve at the school stud in his football uniform. This was no surprise, Liam had plenty of admirers. Keegan assumed Tess was probably one of them but this didn't stop him from asking for her number and within a few weeks after some flirty texting and outings in town together, they became an item.

Now, nearly two years on, they were still together and he was only hours away from going all the way with her. The drawn out torment of virginity was finally going to come to an end. Tomorrow he would wake up a different person—he hoped. A guy who knew what sex felt like, no more wondering what her wet warmness would feel like swallowing around his dick.

His birthday so far had been a sexual overload for his brain, on one side he was juggling images of Liam's cock and the smell of his briefs while the other side was occupied with bedding Tess. He briefly mixed the fantasies, curious if he could ever get the two of them together. The best of both worlds. His mouth alternating between licking Tess's nipples and sucking on his best mate's member.

Tess had arrived early with her friends Asha and Cherry. She turned up looking especially stunning, her normally wavy blonde hair was straightened and fell like a golden waterfall to her shoulders. She wore a short white dress bordering on skimpy, showing off her slim frame and bronzed legs. The material narrowly faint enough for his well-trained eyes to detect a hint of nipple.

When Keegan had answered the door to his smiling girlfriend, she greeted him with a long sloppy kiss. The deep twisting of tongues had elicited a groan from Liam and giggles from Asha and Cherry.

"You two will need gills to breath soon," Liam moaned.

They kept mashing their lips together, ignoring Liam's attempt at humor. When they pulled their tongues from each other's mouth, Keegan couldn't control his smile. His eyes widened with premature expectation, wondering when would she give him his present.

Tess didn't waste time in telling him herself what his gift would be. The very first moment they had alone, walking holding hands down to the soon-to-be-lit bonfire, she had nuzzled into his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Tonight's the night." The words had an intoxicating effect that washed over him, her warm lips backed up her offering with a kiss on his cheek.

He had done his best to act surprised, dropping his mouth open and tumbling out with, "Are you sure?"

Tess nodded, crinkling her cute, button nose.

Keegan's mouth slipped out a hungry question. "When?"

Tess had laughed at his eagerness. "Be patient. Sometime tonight. When it's a little quieter and just us two still around." She patted his stomach and warned him. "So don't drink too much!"

Keegan took Tess's advice and had been careful not to get too wasted. He had drunk steady but slow—cautious as to not suffer from brewer's droop when the sometime tonight arrived.

Now that the party was a swirling mess of people, and his mind hooked on Tess and their impending entanglement of limbs, he had lost sight of Liam. The only moment—since Tess's arrival—that he gave his best mate a thought, was simply one of relief.

Maybe after tonight I won't ever think about him that way again, Keegan hoped.

It may have been wishful thinking but it was a definite possibility. Tess could actually save him from an infuriating crush that had been doomed from the moment it began. Tonight Keegan would join the club, Liam would pick up the hottest chick at the party—like he always did—and everything could go back to normal.

Keegan stood, clutching Tess's arm, while talking with Tony and Skippy. The flames of the bonfire licked high in the sky, the blazes heat throwing itself around generously.

"So are you gonna be heading into town and go clubbing after here?" Tony asked. He sculled back on his RTD bottle of Coruba rum, then rubbed his jiggly belly. He looked like a fat Christmas tree, in his green shirt which clashed terribly with his red hair and freckly face.

"I don't think so," Keegan said. He squeezed Tess's hand and gave her a smile which she promptly returned.

Tony frowned. "Are you for real? You're finally 18, Keegan. You can actually get into the clubs now; you do realize that?" The chubby Tony glared at him like he was a Pillich before looking up at his tall mate, Skippy, who towered over all of them at six-feet four.

"He doesn't need to go to town, Tony," Tess said, and whacked his arm playfully. "He has me, so please don't encourage him. I know there is only one reason you all go to town."

Skippy erupted with a thunderous laugh. "Yeah, you're right Tess, we only go to town looking for one thing." The way he said it made him sound like he had been clubbing for years and not just a few months since his own eighteenth.

Tony tapped Keegan on the arm. "So what did you get for your birthday?"

Keegan wished he could tell the guys what Tess was giving him but that could wait 'till tomorrow. He began rattling off the list of small gifts from his family. "New shoes, the latest Stephen King book, gift vouchers for EB Games, some money—"

A whack on his back caught Keegan by surprise as a drunk voice slurred, "And a birthday wish!" Keegan spun around and saw it was Liam—swaying side to side—well and truly pissed. He leaned his weight into Keegan's shoulder to keep himself steady. "Don't forget your birthday wish."

Keegan put his arm around Liam's waist, gripping him at the hip, hoping it would help keep the drunken teen from falling. "Yep, can't forget the birthday wish."

Tony and Skippy both laughed under their breath at Liam's wayward state.

"You all right there, Liam?" Tony asked cheekily.

Liam stared at the pair and raised his finger, shaking it slowly in front of the two boy's faces. "I'm fucking maaarvelous, how about you?" Liam's head drooped forward, he raised a hand to his mouth as he let out a fizzy burp.

Skippy grinned from ear to ear. "Yep, we're all good. Probably not as good as you, but still good."

"Maybe I should use my birthday wish to get you a bucket." Keegan waggled his eyebrows.

"No. That wish is for you and pfft, I won't need a bucket." Liam's mouth echoed out another burp.

"What's this bloody wish he's going on about?" Tony said, talking as if Liam wasn't even there.

Before Keegan could answer he felt his face ravished by Liam's wet tongue licking his cheek. Everybody laughed as Keegan wiped his face into Liam's shoulder, trying to dry his face. "Cheers for sharing, Liam."

Liam slumped his shoulders. "Sharing is caring."

"I think someone will definitely be needing a bucket come tomorrow," Tess said, almost cackling.

"Who's gonna need a bucket?" called out another voice. They all turned their attention to the figure in the shadows, approaching them with brisk strides. When the mystery voice finally got close enough to the glow of the fire, Keegan saw it was Damon, he had gotten changed and looked like he was dressed for a big night out. A fancy pale blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, hugged his fit physique, his legs were squeezed into a pair of expensive looking jeans that flattered him in every way imaginable helping him look more like 27 than his true age of 37.

Oh great, here we go, Keegan thought. He had managed to avoid Damon since Tess had arrived and he had hoped that his mother would have entertained him up at the house 'till he would tire of the get together and go to town like he always did. Still, Keegan wasn't surprised to see the cocky Damon turn up. The man tried infiltrating every social situation, it was a habit that came naturally to such a desperado.

Tony was the one who called out, "It's Liam here who will need a bucket."

Damon came to a standstill in front of Keegan and his friends. He leaned forward comically, studying Liam's relaxed face and sniggered. "You are one mightily trashed individual, Liam Corrigan."

Liam grunted an indecipherable response as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his eyelids shuttered. Keegan thought his mate was about to tumble over, so he raised his hand up from where it still rested on Liam's hip and placed it under his armpit to catch him if he fell. Liam though was not ready to coma, he swiftly peeled open his eyes, shaking free of Keegan and marched off in the distance with sloppy steps.

Keegan shook his head and called out after him, "Are you gonna be okay?"

Liam raised a hand in the air, not looking back. "I'm off to find a fuck, see you cunts later."

Tess gasped. "What a dick.".

"He's just drunk is all." Keegan knew what Liam could be like after having a few drinks—or in this case, way too many. The guy's abundance of confidence became outright arrogance, yet Keegan knew this probably wouldn't stop him cashing in on his looks and snagging a partner for the evening.

"Ah, to be young, dumb and full of cum," Damon said.

Tess, Tony and Skippy all laughed. Tony held his hand out towards Damon. "Hi, I'm Tony and this is my mate Skippy."

Damon seized Tony's hand and gave it a firm shake before doing the same to Skippy. "Evening, gents. I'm Damon."

Tess whacked Keegan's arm. "You didn't tell me your uncle was in town."

Keegan shot her an awkward look. "Damon's not my uncle."

Damon laced his hands behind his head and pushed his chest out. "I dunno about that, K dog. You and me are pretty much family. Shit, I've known you since you were swimming around in your old man's nut sac."

Keegan cringed at the spoken image of his father's balls, while the others laughed at Damon's supposedly hilarious reference.

"You look amazing tonight, Tess." Damon lowered his arms, honing his attention in on Keegan's girlfriend. "Seriously, Keegan's damn lucky to have scored you." The words came out striking the perfect balance of humor and compliment.

Tess smiled at the praise. "Thank you. And yes, he is." She squeezed Keegan's hand tenderly.

"Your hair looks good like that. You normally have it up don't you?" Damon asked, he had only met Tess a handful of times but his memory appeared sharp to her appearance.

Tess nodded enthusiastically like she was flattered he remembered her. "I normally do wear it up but I was wanting to try something different tonight being Keegan's birthday and all."

Keegan nearly choked when he saw the sleaze step forward and reach a hand out, brushing her hair gently to the side. "Well, it certainly does suit you."

Are you fucking kidding me? Keegan groaned internally.

A loud shriek hurtled through the summer night air, piercing Keegan's eardrums.

"What the fuck was that?" Skippy blurted.

They all looked over towards the fire and saw a group of people huddled around someone rolling around on the ground with flames coming off of them. Keegan stood frozen at the horrific sight. Damon shoved past him and ran over to the stricken person.

"Give me your jacket," Damon yelled at a boy standing there in shock. The boy took off his jacket, Damon promptly snatching it from him. He immediately began belting the person on the ground with it; just as quickly as the saga had begun it was over within four whacks and a smothering from the jacket.

"Fucking hell," Tony mumbled.

Damon began asking on repeat if the person was okay.

Keegan let go of Tess's hand and rushed over to see the damage. He was expecting the worst but when he got beside Damon, he looked down and was relieved to see the incident hadn't been as bad as he had suspected. It was a young guy who Keegan didn't know. A mate of Liam's perhaps. The boy looked unharmed other than one pants leg of his jeans was smoking and charred from where the flames had licked up his leg.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Damon asked, full of concern.

The boy nodded, he still seemed in shock.

Damon turned and handed the crispy jacket to the boy it came from and asked, "What happened?"

The boy looked pale and shocked, taking a while to answer. "He... he was walking around the edge of the fire and I dunno...a spark or ember caught the bottom of his pants and VROOOM it just fucking spread." The boy shot his arms up at the sky wildly, impersonating the ignition of flames.

Damon hunched down on the ground, inspecting the boy's leg. "You're fucking lucky, matey," he said with a shake of his head. He turned around and looked up at Keegan. "Take..." Damon looked back at the boy. "What's your name?"

"Garth," the injured boy replied.

"Take Garth up to the house and put him in the bath and run water over his leg. But not too cold." Damon's eyes bulged impatiently. "Now, Keegan! We don't want it scarring."

"Yeah, sure. Of course." Keegan knelt down and helped Garth get to his feet. He was expecting to drag the poor guy all the way up to the house but Garth got to his feet and other than a few gingerly steps, seemed capable of walking normally. Keegan led the way through the paddock, up the small hill to the home's front yard. He opened the garden gate for Garth, leading him across the front lawn and up to the front door.

When they entered they found Keegan's mum and grandparents sitting in the dining room.

"Is something wrong?" his mother asked. She got to her feet and balked at the sight of Garth's burnt jeans. "Oh my god, is he okay?"

"I'm fine," Garth said. His voice came out deeper than Keegan had expected. "Honestly it's nothing to worry about." The casual response soothed Keegan's mother's expression.

"We're just gonna go run some cold water over his foot," Keegan informed everyone.

"Not too cold, that's not good for the burn," she barked, reiterating Damon's instruction. His mother went to follow after them but Keegan glared at her, letting her know to sit down and stop fussing.

When they got into the bathroom Keegan went straight to the cold tap, turning the handle 'till it spewed out a gushing flow. Garth carefully removed his smoky sneaker and peeled his sock off, his face grimaced in pain as he tried rolling his jean leg up. Keegan could see that the boy's ankle and lower leg were stinging red. Garth hooked his foot over the side of the long, deep bathtub and placed his burned ankle under the water. "Fuck that feels good," he said. His face screwed up funny like he was about to shoot a load in his pants.

Keegan couldn't help but laugh. "You look like you're enjoying it." He watched as Garth tried rolling more of his jeans up to expose more of his leg to the water. Keegan stepped forward, tapping Garth on the back. "Maybe you should take your jeans off, just so you can get more water on the skin."

Garth nodded. "Good idea." He withdrew his foot from the bath and proceeded to take his jeans off, handing them to Keegan. Garth wasted no time in getting his bare leg under the tap, letting out another groan of relief at the feel of cool water.

Keegan stood back watching this stranger nurse his wound. He only now started to take in details of Garths appearance. The guy had shaggy, brown hair that was crying out for a haircut; he was skinny, a similar height to Keegan but had rangy limbs. He obviously hadn't intended on anyone seeing him with his pants off, since his undies were unflattering blue Y-fronts with two holes in the back that showed off his lily white arse cheeks. Keegan found himself staring a little too hard. He willed his sneaky eyes to look away from the boy's trim, perky behind.

He was confused, he thought Liam was the only guy he fancied. Keegan shook his head, surely it was the booze making him check out another guy that wasn't Liam.

"So are you the guy whose party it is?" Garth asked, he swiveled his head around to face Keegan.

"Yep, that would be me."

"Oh cool, sorry for making a scene, bro. I didn't expect to catch on fire like a fucking wicker man."

Keegan chuckled. "No worries. I guess it will give everyone something to talk about tomorrow."
"Indeed. You'll be able to say you had a human barbeque for your birthday dinner."

"Tasty." Keegan slipped his tongue out, licking his lips like he was Hannibal Lecter.

Garth laughed. He jerked forward to get his leg under the tap some more, his shirt raised up exposing his lower back that wore a tattoo of Chinese symbols.

"Cool tat, man," Keegan said, fixing his gaze to Garth's inked skin.

"Thanks." Garth nodded. He pulled his shirt up even higher so Keegan could get a better look. "I haven't a fucking clue what it means but I think it looks pretty cool."

Keegan was able to now see more of the tattoo but also more of the boy's sexy smooth skin. Keegan found himself wanting Garth to take his shirt off entirely, or all his clothes for that matter. Fuck, he was just too horny tonight. He couldn't wait to get back down to Tess. She would be able to take care of the problem for him and he would not have to be so desperate as to rely on checking out dudes.

Keegan fidgeted with Garth's jeans in his hands. "So, umm, I think it's safe to say I don't know you, so who is it that you know here?" Keegan worried this sounded rude so quickly added, "Like I don't mind, anyone is pretty much welcome."

Garth kept his head down, too focused on watering his wound. "I work with Liam's brother, Joel. I got a lift here with him."

"Is Joel here?" Keegan turned his head around, half-expecting to see Joel in the room.

Joel was four years older than Liam, and worked at one of the mechanic workshops in town. He had the same dark hair and steely blue eyes as Liam but he wasn't quite as tall as his kid brother or as fun. Joel was a serious silent type, the opposite of the goofy, attention loving Liam. Growing up, Keegan hadn't been a big fan of Joel, who liked nothing more than to bully and mock Liam and his friends. Even though they all got along now, Keegan had never really forgotten the stupid bullshit Joel would do.

Garth turned the tap pressure down and answered. "He was here for all of ten fucking minutes but his booty call texted him saying they needed a lift to town."

"Ahh, I see. No surprises there," Keegan said. Both Corrigan brothers—Liam and Joel— had good looks and fucked around like it was going out of fashion. Garth still had his back turned, Keegan seized the opportunity and checked out his arse again.

"Yeah, bloody, Joel. He's meant to be my lift home." Garth sighed, clearly annoyed. "But he promised he will be back later, so who knows."

"You're welcome to crash here if you like?" Keegan offered.

"That's good of you, bro. Cheers." Garth turned the tap off and pulled his leg back out of the bath.

Keegan winced in a sympathetic pain for Garth. His leg looked red and tender. "Fuck, that looks sore."

Garth stood up and turned around and flashed Keegan a quick smile. "It isn't too bad now. But you're welcome to kiss it better if you like?"

Tempting, Keegan thought. He laughed at the stranger's joke. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass."

Garth had a rough around the edges quality, a sharp hardness that gave the impression he wasn't someone you mess with despite his skinny body. He was definitely cute though. Not Liam cute, but still more than fuckable.

I actually would fuck him, wouldn't I? The answer to this question worried Keegan, like it confirmed to him something he feared.

Keegan threw Garth a towel from the hand rail and handed over his sooty jeans. When Garth was done drying his leg he asked Keegan if it would be all right if he could lay down and rest for a while. Keegan took him to the blue room, moving his bag off the bed so Garth could lie down.

Garth hadn't bothered putting his jeans back on, he dropped himself down on the comfortable bed and rest his head back on the pillow. He spread his legs apart and not-so-discretely adjusted himself.

Keegan tightened his lips when he noticed the soft lumps of Garth's balls through the thin cotton underwear. Keegan cleared his throat when he felt Garth's eyes land on him. "You can crash out for as long as you need and just come back down to the party when you feel like it. If I see Joel, I'll tell him where you are."

Garth gave him a thumbs up. "Cheers, bro. You're a legend."

Keegan switched the bedroom light off and left Garth to rest. He went and told his mum that Garth was sleeping in the room and not to be surprised if they saw him wander back through the house to return to the party.

Keegan tried to make a quick escape but his mum was oozing drunken love and hounded him with mindless chat 'till his grandfather appeared telling her to, "Let the poor boy go enjoy his birthday." Keegan's mum got up from her chair, gave Keegan a big hug and kiss on the cheek, then released him from her wine-fuelled rambling.

Keegan made a dash for freedom, trotting down the hill to join everyone back at the bonfire, he smiled to himself, happy that he had done a good deed by letting Garth stay in the room and rest.

Little did he know that the smile would soon be rubbed off his face.

 

She's Mine!

He must have only spent thirty minutes at the most up at the house, but it was long enough that by the time Keegan returned to the burning heart of the party, the pools of people had thinned out considerably. There were only about fifty people left now, the other half having abandoned to make their way in to town, he assumed.

The fire still raged on despite the party's weakening atmosphere. He scanned the horde of party animals still mauling away at the night, he recognized most who were left but he couldn't spot either of his two favorite people. Tess and Liam.

He spotted a familiar face, floating above the crowd, it was Skippy. The tall beanpole of a lad was standing talking to Tess's friend Cherry Hutchins. The fun-loving redhead's real name was Cherise, but she had christened herself Cherry in pursuit of a sexier image.

Although Cherry was a close friend of Tess, Keegan was privy to the secret that his girlfriend didn't trust the flame-haired vixen much. Cherry was well-known for her flirty behavior and wandering tastes. Skippy was no doubt hoping her hunger tonight would devour him whole.

Keegan waved to get Skippy's attention and wandered over to join the pair. He could hear Cherry's raspy voice rattling on at high-speed, telling Skippy about her holiday to Bali. Skippy nodded along dutifully, his gaze lowered to her tits, probably not listening to a word she was saying.

"Hey, Skip, have you seen Tess?"

Skippy shook his head as if bringing his mind out of the gutter before looking across at Keegan. "Nar, can't say I have. Well, not since that dude caught on fire."

"Oh my god. Wasn't that intense!" Cherry blurted. "Like... whoa, super fucking intense." She took a sip of her drink, watering her pouty lips.

"Is the guy all right?" Skippy asked.

Keegan nodded. "Yeah, he's fine. We ran some cold water over his leg and now he is just resting up at the house. He shouldn't be left with too nasty a battle scar I hope."

"Fuck, he was lucky your uncle was here," Skippy said.

Keegan was about to correct him that Damon was most definitely not his uncle but before he could, he realized Damon was nowhere in sight. "Have you seen him?"

Skippy shook his head.

"Is your uncle the hero who put the fire out?" Cherry stared at Keegan with an excited grin.

Keegan couldn't be bothered educating her either on his real link to Damon. "Yeah, that's him."

"Wow, he is sooooo sexy," Cherry said. "Maybe there's hope for you yet, Keegan." She giggled.

"Gee thanks," he mumbled back.

Cherry rubbed his shoulder. "Oh, I'm only joking, silly. You know I think you're pretty. If you weren't with Tess then you'd have to watch out." She took another sip on her drink while batting her eyelids.

Keegan laughed. "Aww shucks. Thanks, Cherry." He turned to face Skippy again. "What about Liam? Is he still around or did he head to town?"

"Last I saw him, he was tripping over himself, trying to take a piss down by the creek." Skippy chuckled to himself, his face glowing from the funny memory. "Honestly, Keegan, he is so fucked off his face. I hope he hasn't gone to town 'cos they won't let him in any of the bars." Skippy followed his comment up with a bulging of his eyes, a sly indicator to Keegan to skedaddle and leave him alone to work his magic with Cherry.

"Cool, thanks. Anyway, I better go find Tess." Keegan gave Skippy a sly grin which Skippy returned with a nod of the head, grateful for Keegan getting the hint.

Keegan plodded through the field and looked up towards the vast starry night, the air certainly carried a vibe. It had a memorable feel for what he was sure would end up a memorable night. The further away from the fire he got the darker the land became, the moon shone above but not full enough to grant his eyes any decent night vision. He scanned the paddock for any sign of Tess or Liam.

"Where the hell are you both?" Keegan muttered to himself.

He decided to go look for Tess back up at the house, maybe she had gone looking for him. It seemed a logical possibility, after all she must have been just as keen to gift him the present as he was to receive it. Keegan heaved his impatient legs back up towards the house, beginning to feel like a yoyo going back and forth. His mum was seated back in the same chair, another full glass of wine in her hand, her face flushed with a boozy glow.

"Hey, Mum, have you seen Tess at all?" Keegan asked.

She shook her head a little too fast, nearly spilling her glass. "Sorry, love. I haven't seen anyone since you came up last."

Keegan's grandfather glared at her "That wine must be doing the trick, Marie." He grinned at Keegan.

"What are you on about, Dad?" Keegan's mum's forehead crinkled in confusion.

"We just had that rusty haired boy here grabbing beer from the fridge. Oh what's his name... Tim...Todd." Keegan's grandfather looked up at the ceiling as if searching for the answer.

"Tony," Keegan said.

"That's the one," his grandfather said, and looked at his daughter. "He just walked out five minutes ago you dopey bird." His words came out soft and well-meaning.

Keegan's mum went to laugh but it came out as a snort. "Oh gosh, so he did." She picked up the bottle of wine and read its label. "I must get this again, it certainly works," she joked.

Keegan laughed at his mum's pissed state but internally he sighed in impatience. "So no sign of Tess at all then, Pop?"

The old man shook his head. He ran a hand through his wispy white hair. "Good luck finding her, son. The way she looks tonight you'll lose her if you don't hold on to her."

Keegan grinned at his grandfather. "You're probably right." He walked to the kitchen sink and poured himself a glass of water. He looked up at the time on the microwave and saw it had just gotten past midnight. Apparently, he wouldn't be losing the big V on his birthday after all. This seemed a shame 'till he realized that on the other side of the world his day of days, December 3, was still going on.

He only drank half the glass of water, tipping the rest down the drain. The sight of the cold water trickling away, reminded him of the stranger asleep in the blue room. Keegan walked through to the hallway and went to check on Garth. The bedroom door was open and the tendrils of light from the hallway illuminated the room just enough for Keegan to see the skinny Garth spread out on the bed, laying on his stomach, arse pointing upwards—as if he were waiting, wanting to be taken. Keegan let out a frustrated breath that's source stemmed from his ever increasing blue balls. IHe had to find Tess, pronto! The sexual hunger sizzled through his bones something chronic.

He crossed the hall, deciding to quickly use the loo before he picked up on his Tess hunting mission. The smell of green apple toilet cleaner snuck up his nostrils, its strong fragrance dominated the tiny room. Keegan unzipped his shorts and released his cock, a steady stream of pee began emptying from him as he groaned out loud at the instant blessing of bladder relief. The sound of splashing in the bowl echoed around him 'till his dick decided it could leak no more. As the last drips left his body he heard a noise coming from outside. He zipped up his fly and stood still, trying to listen for the sound. The noise—a mumbled giggle—rippled again from outside the toilet room's small window that looked out to the backyard of the property. Keegan turned off the light and leaned forward, resting his hands on the window sill, curious to have a look at what was going on out there.

At first he couldn't see a thing while his eyes adjusted to the dark shapes outside. He could see the edge of the porch and the pool in the distance. This time the giggle fused into a panting sigh. Keegan's eyes chased the noise to the far left of the yard. There, beneath overgrown shrubbery and tall trees was a blonde girl in a white dress, sitting down on a garden seat with her back turned.

His mind squealed; Tess! What the fuck?

Tess's blonde hair flailed as she shook her head in jolted motions, her voice quivering in a foreign tone. Keegan worried if something was wrong, she looked like she was having a seizure. He raised his hand to pound on the window and call out, but just before his knuckles could rack across the glass, he saw a shirtless male stand up from between her legs. A strip of moonlight streaked through the gaps of the garden's trees, landing across the man's strong physique. The man laughed to himself before speaking in a familiar voice. "Fuck, those virgin juices taste good."

Keegan clasped a hand to his mouth, halting a shocked shriek from departing his lips as he watched Damon kneel back down between Tess's legs. He didn't have to have a frontal view to know what was happening. Tess immediately resumed her orgasmic sighing, letting Keegan know just how deep Damon's tongue was inside her.

Keegan wanted to scream out, "You fucking cunt, she's mine!" But he couldn't.

He felt his knees get weak, his heart hammering in his chest. A cold sweat broke out over his body. He shook his head and muttered softly, "fuck, fuck, fuck." Tess let out an even louder groan that cut Keegan's pride raw. He raced out of the toilet and thumped through the hallway escaping out a side door to the garage, desperate to not be seen by his family and escape the front row seat to Tess's infidelity. The garage doors were open and Keegan bolted out into the night air, running to the end of the driveway and turned left onto the country road.

He stormed along, passing the row of visitors' cars lining the grassy verge of his grandparent's property. "Arrgggggh. You fucking prick!" Keegan screamed. He half expected someone to answer back—no one did.

He didn't know where he was going, but he needed to get away. Far, far away. His feet thumped the ground in angry stomps, each time one landed his breath poured out unsettled and vexed. He was nearly at the end of the row of cars when he tripped over a lump on the ground and fell face first into the darkness of the ground.

 

A Hopeful Glow

"Ough, fuck," Keegan hissed. He put his fingers delicately up to his nose which burned in pain. "Just what I fucking need," he moaned to himself, half-expecting his fingers to be covered in blood. They weren't. He went to scramble to his feet but something from behind grabbed his leg. He flinched in fright at the feel of his bare skin being touched.

Keegan was about to kick at whatever ghastly creature it was grabbing him, but a groggy groan and a drunken, "Hey, man," let him know it wasn't a monster—it was Liam.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Keegan asked, his question came out angrier than he meant it to.

"I could ask you the same question," Liam said. His words slipped out in drunken slurs. He lay flat on his back, his head turned to the side, shooting Keegan a cheeky lip curl.

"Well, I'm on the ground 'cos you fucking tripped me, idiot. And yourself?"

Liam looked up at the sky, casually folding his arms. "I fell down 'cos I be suuuuper pissed." He began laughing like a naughty school kid.

Keegan hoisted himself up with his elbows so he could lean forward. He wiped his hands down the front of his t-shirt. It wasn't like he needed to look clean anymore, now that his present had been stolen. "So no luck for you tonight then?" Keegan asked.

Liam shook his head. "Nope. But I gave the ground a good pounding when I collapsed I think."

"You and me both," Keegan exhaled.

"Double penetration," Liam sniggered. "We tag teamed mother earth."

"That's the one." Keegan sighed, not in the mood for anything funny.

"Where's Tess?" Liam asked. Before Keegan could even respond, Liam rolled over on his side and stuck his head between Keegan's legs and sniffed loudly for show. He retrieved his face and declared, "Can't smell her on you, guessing it hasn't happened yet." He laughed loudly at his own joke.

"It's happening as we speak. Just not with me," Keegan said snottily.

Liam's drunken eyes squinted at him, confused by what he had heard. "What are you on about?"

"She's being licked out by Damon," Keegan said as crassly as possible. "I imagine right about now he's bending her over, giving her a good one."

"Hold up, hold up." Liam jostled himself up off the ground, scooting his butt across the dirt to sit beside Keegan. "You're telling me that Tess and Damon are getting it on?" His breath wafted over Keegan's face, it tasted of beer and an acidic smell Keegan assumed to be vomit.

"That's what I'm saying." Keegan released a frustrated breath. "I was going for a piss and caught them together in the backyard."

Liam turned his head and looked back at the house in the distance, as if he was trying to see the horny pair going at it. "Fuck. That's not good," he whispered.

Keegan's body felt like a cauldron mixing with emotions, bubbling away inside him. Sadness, disappointment, anger—so much fucking anger. Even though in recent months he had felt himself drifting away from Tess, thanks in part to his heart and cock gravitating towards the very person sitting beside him; it still didn't stop this moment from hurting.

Liam faced Keegan again. "Are you all right?"

Keegan felt his throat trickle dry, his eyes burn with a stinging sadness that leaked down his dimpled cheeks. He shook his head and began sobbing into his hands. He tried wiping them away, not wanting Liam to see him weak but the tears kept tumbling.

Liam wrapped his arm around Keegan's back and drew him into him, letting Keegan cry into his shoulder. "It's okay, buddy," the words came out sweet and soothing.

Keegan sniffled. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," his words muffled into Liam's t-shirt.

"Don't be sorry. You can cry, I don't mind." He gave Keegan a squeeze with his arm, reeling him in closer. He gently lowered them both down to the ground so they were laying down. He reached over with his free hand and placed it in the small of Keegan's back, pushing gently 'till Keegan was glued to his side in the fetal position.

Keegan kept crying and trembling; he draped his arm across Liam' and nuzzled into his chest. Liam said nothing, holding him tight 'till finally Keegan's sobs died down to rolling, smooth sighs. Once the raw emotion had evaporated, Keegan felt incredibly vulnerable and embarrassed for his water works.

He now could fully appreciate Liam's strong arm underneath him, wrapped around his torso protectively. "Sorry you had to see that," Keegan whispered into Liam's armpit. He was still too embarrassed to retrieve his face and look Liam in the eyes.

"I don't think I've never seen you cry before." Liam sounded stunned.

"And let's hope you never have to again." Keegan let out an uneasy laugh.

"I hope so too," Liam said. "That really fucking hurt."
"What?" Keegan mumbled. "Am I hurting your arm?"

Liam squeezed him again. "No, fool. You're not hurting my arm." He reached for Keegan's hand, dragging it to the center of his chest. "It hurts my heart seeing you sad like this."

Keegan's body suddenly tensed up in his friend's embrace. The words rescued him from any lingering hurt. Although Liam was drunk as a skunk, the words felt honest and the most fucking romantic thing Keegan had ever heard. He wanted to kiss his mate so fucking much.

Keegan bit the inside of his mouth, using every bit of strength he had not to plant his lips atop of Liam's, and slip his tongue inside his best mate's mouth.

Liam let go of his hand and rested his arm back down by his side. Keegan knew he should probably remove his hand from Liam's chest and roll away, but he let it sit there, feeling Liam's heartbeat.

They lay there together, neither saying a word, Liam staring up at the stars in the sky while Keegan basked in what felt like a surreal moment. His happiness had ricocheted back in a stupidly short amount of time. If he had truly loved his girlfriend then surely he wouldn't bounce back so easily, he thought. Sleeping with Tess was supposed to have cured him of this same-sex crush; a part of him was glad he hadn't received the remedy—in this moment he didn't ever want to be cured from such a wonderful affliction.

Keegan's lips disobeyed him and they ever so gently kissed Liam's shoulder, he inhaled as he did so—smelling a mash up of woody cologne and Liam's sweat which together created a manly musk. Keegan thought he had pecked so discretely Liam would not have noticed, but the next thing he knew, Liam leaned over, kissing the top of his head.

Keegan wasn't sure what this meant, he felt his cock stiffen in his pants, it twitched forcefully and began pressing hot and firm against Liam's thigh. Liam didn't say anything, a sexy silence rolled between them. Keegan willed himself to be brave, he began stroking his fingers in small circles atop of Liam's chest. Praying this small act could lead to big action.

"That tickles," Liam said giggling.

"Did you want me to stop?" Keegan asked.

Liam shook his head. "It's your birthday, you can do what you like remember."

Keegan lifted his face from the warmth of Liam's armpit and gazed down at his mate who had his eyes closed. "Are you sure about that?"

Liam opened his eyes, his face looked droopy from his intoxicated state. "You haven't used your wish yet, so I guess so."

A hopeful glow streaked through Keegan and he took his chance. "My wish is you." He grinded his crotch against Liam's leg, letting his friend know how hard his cock was and exactly who was responsible.

Liam chuckled and his lips curled into a crooked smile. "You can touch me if you want."

"Thank you," Keegan whispered, his thumb slowly fumbled with the top button of Liam's shirt. The button popped through the hole with ease, exposing the pale tip of Liam's chest. Keegan did the same again with the next button down, slipping his hand inside, feeling the warmth of Liam's skin beneath his palm. He traced his fingers across to one of Liam's nipples, gently squeezing it. He looked back at Liam's face to see how he was reacting. Liam had closed his eyes again but a goofy smile was planted on his lips from the teasing touches. Keegan raked his fingers back across to the center of his friend's chest. He could feel the scraggly touch of fine hair. Keegan felt like he had stumbled upon a secret. "I didn't notice you had hair on your chest?"

Liam nodded. "Yeah, it's just sort of started growing in the last few months."

"It's sexy," Keegan said, he lowered his face and kissed Liam's chest. He licked his tongue over the hair he had just fingered, it felt like tasting a dream. He wondered how hairy this sexy chest would eventually become or if this was all that would ever grow.

Keegan proceeded to unbutton the rest of Liam's shirt with sinful fingers to expose a little more of heaven. He pulled the shirt apart, staring down at his sexy friend's creamy skin. Keegan rubbed Liam's toned belly, running his fingers along the outline of his abs and the small strip of hair leading below the waistline of Liam's jeans. Keegan let out an almost animalistic grunt as he grabbed hold of Liam's bunched crotch, he squeezed through the denim material to feel for his mate's cock. He hoped for stiffening best but found himself grabbing droopy disappointment. Liam was soft. Keegan let go, he grabbed a little lower and more delicately at Liam's balls. Even through the material he could feel how generous they were in size.

Keegan lay back down and kissed Liam on the cheek, he moved his mouth over and bit down on Liam's bristly chin then slipped his tongue out, licking down his neck, stopping just above his collar bone. Keegan bit down on the firm flesh and began to suck. He kissed and sucked hard, wanting to taste the essence of Liam. As he continued biting down, Keegan let his hand return to Liam's crotch, squeezing and groping—hoping his mate's dick would harden and come to life. Liam's body felt just as limp as his dick and as Keegan went to sit up, he heard Liam begin to snore.

What the fuck? The guy had fallen asleep on him. How fucking drunk is he? Keegan asked himself. Quite a fucking lot probably if he was allowing another guy to touch him. Keegan shook his head, annoyed that another present had been robbed from him. His dick was aching, he felt like he was about to explode and leave a puddle of cum covering the countryside. The dubious desire pumping through his veins, begged him to take care of his needs. Keegan lay flat on his back, unzipping his shorts. He fished into his underwear and groped hold of his horny prick. He squeezed it between his frisky fingers, shuddering. Just as he was about to start wanking beside his best friend, he heard drunken voices creep through the air. They quickly grew louder and were headed right his way. 

Ten Big Mac's

Keegan zipped his shorts up, gripped in panic. He scrambled to his feet, standing up, peering down towards the driveway of his grandparents' house. Two guests were leaving and they were headed straight towards him. He knelt back down and tapped Liam on the shoulder, urging him to wake up, but his mate just kept snoring.

"Keegan is that you?" said a girl's voice.

He spun his head around and saw approaching him was the tall figure of Skippy walking with Cherry. "Yep, it sure is." Keegan replied, sounding flustered.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Cherry asked.

Keegan pointed at the ground. "Liam here is a bit pissed... well a lot pissed actually and I'm just trying to help get him back inside."

Cherry and Skippy came and stood beside him. Cherry began laughing at Liam's blotto state. "He looks a fucking mess." She laughed out loud at the pitiful mess of Liam sleeping on the dirt

Skippy shook his head, smiling. "Oh, this is just classic. What a dumb cunt, sleeping on the side of the road," He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and took a photo. The cameras flash illuminated the scene, blinding Keegan's eyes momentarily.

When Skippy looked at the image captured on his phone, he began to roar with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Cherry asked.

"Lover boy here, got lucky!"

"What?" Keegan said defensively.

"Check this out." Skippy turned his phone around to show Cherry and Keegan the photo. Liam's neck wore a bright red love bit. "He's got fucking root rash," Skippy said before laughing some more. He lit his phones screen up and hovered it down above Liam's face, showing the evidence of passion. Liam choked on a snore as he grumbled at the light being shone in his face. He rolled onto his side and promptly went back to snoring.

"Oh, that is just tragic," Cherry giggled. "I don't think I've had a love bite like that since I was thirteen."

"I know right," Skippy agreed. "This baby is going online as soon as I get home. I can't wait to give him shit about this one."

"Maybe it's best to just delete it ya know," Keegan said.

Skippy scoffed at the suggestion. "Oh, come on, man. This is funny. He would do the same to me or you and you know it."

Skippy was right. Liam would. Keegan felt his stomach twist in knots, knowing that he was the reason for Liam's inevitable social media ribbing and humiliation.

The horrific thought that Liam may tell everyone it was him that had given the love bite made Keegan feel sick. He just prayed that Liam wouldn't rat him out.

As Skippy and Cherry continued laughing at Liam's bitten body, Keegan quickly scanned his mind for ways to tell Liam that he wasn't queer and that it was the booze that made him do it.

His mind's arse-saving tactics were cut off by Cherry. "Did you want us to give him a lift home?"

"But his car is here," Keegan answered.

Skippy waved his hand in the air, shooing away Keegan's concern. "He only lives down the road from me remember. I can bring him back tomorrow to get it."

Before Keegan could respond with an excuse as to why Liam should stay here another voice called out to them from the driveway. "Keegan!" It was Tess and she was with Damon.

Fucking sluts! Keegan hissed in his mind.

Keegan was glad for the dark so Skippy and Cherry couldn't see the scowl on his face. Considering how close he had just come for being snapped making out with his straight, unconscious friend, he knew it was best to maintain his cool. He didn't want some big scene unfolding that could wake Liam up and potentially out him as a love rat himself. Besides, he knew he was a chicken shit, too scared to crash head on into chaos and call Damon and Tess out on their bullshit.

Keegan waved. "Hey."

Tess and Damon casually strolled over to join them all standing around the snoring Liam.

"What do we have here," Damon said with a chuckle. He tapped Liam's leg with his shoe. "You okay there, mate?" Damon looked at the others. "Looks like someone had a good night."

"He sure did," Skippy said. He showed Tess and Damon the image on his phone.

Tess smiled. "Wow. What is he, thirteen years old?"

Cherry laughed. "Snap! That's pretty much what I said."

Skippy knelt down beside Liam. "All right buddy, it's home time." He looked up at Keegan. "Can you give me a hand with this heavy lump?"

Damon stepped forward. "Here, I'll help ya. Keegan's still growing his muscles, aren't ya, K dog?"

First Damon fucked his girlfriend and now he was making fun of him. Keegan hated this fuckwit!

They hoisted Liam to his feet, placing one arm around Skippy's shoulders and one draped over Damon's. Liam barely woke up, he mumbled some indecipherable mumbo jumbo as they led him along, feet dragging, towards Skippy's silver station wagon. Cherry followed after them, singing a happy song to herself.

Tess shuffled over to stand beside Keegan, reaching out and holding his hand. Keegan felt his skin crawl from the touch of betraying fingers.

"I'm really sorry but I think I am going to go home," she said.

"Oh, okay." Keegan let go of her hand.

"Don't be shitty," she huffed. "I know I promised you but I'm really tired and I dunno... maybe I'm just not ready for it."

Not ready for a second round more like it, Keegan thought.

"I understand," Keegan muttered.

"I'll make it up to you another time." Tess flicked her hair, smiling seductively.

Keegan nodded, trying to seem unbothered. "Yeah, sure. No worries."

She squeezed his hand and leaned forward to kiss him but he turned his face away.

"Oh, don't be like that," she purred. "Give me a kiss goodbye."

Keegan reluctantly turned his face. Tess pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue inside. She kissed him deep and passionately, leaking moans of pleasure into his mouth before pulling her face back gently. "I love how you're such a good kisser," she said, trying to butter him up. As she smiled at him, hiding her deceit, the grotesque thought occurred to him that she would have had Damon's tongue in her mouth moments before. Maybe even his fucking cock! Keegan turned away, discretely wiping his mouth clean.

"So I will give you a call tomorrow okay, babe?" Tess stared at him with wide innocent eyes.

"Okay." He coughed up a forced smile. "Is Asha taking you home?"

"Uh... no." Tess tugged on her hair. "She's still down at the bonfire and not ready to leave, so your uncle said he would give me a ride home."

It seemed pointless correcting her that the sack of shit who just ate her out like a smorgasbord, wasn't his fucking uncle!

"That's good of him," Keegan said, his tone hiding the sarcasm of his response. "But isn't he over the limit to drive?"

"Nar, I'm all good," Damon called out. He was walking back to join them. He jingled his keys in his pocket. "I only had a couple tonight, so I don't mind. I figured I'd stop off at McDonalds and grab myself a feed."

Keegan knew there would be no burgers being ordered. "Did you want me to come with you? I fancy myself a big mac now that you mention it." He watched their faces carefully, knowing he was about to witness lies in the making.

"How about I bring you a couple back, K dog." Damon smiled at him. "My treat. Besides you're the host, buddy. You can't be ditching your own party."

"He's right," Tess said. She walked back over and gave Keegan another kiss.

He really hoped that she hadn't sucked his cock.

"Yeah, I guess I should stay here," Keegan said.

The sound of a noisy motor starting, zoomed through the air. The lights of Skippy's station wagon came to life and the vehicle tooted at them as it went past. Cherry waved from the passenger window, behind her in the backseat was Liam with his face smooshed against the window, sleeping.

Keegan began heading back towards the house with Tess and Damon. When they got to the driveway, Damon clicked his keys which made his flash sports car beep twice, unlocking it.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Tess said as she hopped into the car.

"I shouldn't be too long," Damon said. He opened the driver's side door and smiled back at Keegan.

Keegan nodded, clenching his teeth. "Cool. Cheers for taking Tess home, Damon. I appreciate it."

"No worries. I'll get her home in one piece, don't you worry. She's in good hands." Damon sat down in the car and turned the engine on.

Keegan started to walk away, Damon's words burning his pride. He spun back on his heels, turning back to face the car. "Hey Damon."

Damon wound down his window. "Yeah?"

"I'm actually fucking starving, could you make it ten big macs?"

Damon's eyes bulged at the ludicrous request but his polite manner didn't falter. He simply grinned and nodded his head obligingly. "Absolutely. Not a problem, Mr. Hollow Legs." He wound the window up and drove off.

If you're gonna fuck my girlfriend, then I'll fuck your wallet, said a spiteful voice in Keegan's head.

Keegan dragged his feet up the driveway, heading back to the party feeling defeated. Not sad but shattered by broken promises that had ruined his night.

He randomly conjured up the image of Garth asking him to kiss his leg better, perhaps he should have. Maybe then Keegan could have gone back and ask for a kiss to heal his pride.

 

Straight As An Arrow

After Tess and Damon had left him behind in the driveway he had returned to the bonfire where the remaining partyers continued to revel through the night. By then though, he had just wanted everyone to piss off home so he could get on with feeling sorry for himself. But like a trooper he put on a smile and feigned interest in celebrating his day of days.

By 4 a.m. the last of the guests had left when the bonfire had reduced itself to miniscule, glowing embers. Keegan was still waiting on his ten big macs—Damon was no doubt waylaid giving Tess a different kind of big mac. When he finally made his way back up to the house, his mum was sat on the front porch, barely awake, talking with Garth.

The rough guest had his burnt jeans back on, his face carrying a smile like he'd never come close to being burned alive. When he saw Keegan approaching, he rose up from his chair and smiled, baring sharp, jagged teeth that despite their crookedness, somehow suited him. In a weird way this feature added to the strange, rough x-factor the guy had.

"Good timing, Keegan," Garth greeted him.

Keegan was impressed Garth remembered his name. "Oh, why's that?"

"Joel is finally on his way to pick me up, so I'm just leaving."

Keegan's mum got up from her seated spot and let out a loud yawn, stretching her arms high. "Okay, boys, I'm off to bed to grab that ever allusive beauty sleep." She walked over and kissed Keegan on the cheek. "Good night, love, and happy birthday." She looked over at Garth. "And if I ever have a night out again in my life, I'll be sure to drop by the tavern." She waved goodnight and went inside leaving Keegan and Garth outside alone.

"The tavern?" Keegan asked confused.

"Where I work," Garth replied.

"I thought you worked with Joel?" Keegan said, his voice coming across all too untrusting and a tad surly.

Garth laughed at his suspicion. "Calm your farm, bro. There is such a thing as having two jobs ya know."

"True," Keegan said, reeling in his aggressive tone.

"Yeah, I work full time with Joel, but on the weekends I moonlight as a stripper at the tavern."

"You what?" Keegan's mouth dropped open.

"I'm joking, doofus." Garth shook his head and grinned. "Fuck you're a gullible one. But I do have the goods to strip, don't ya think?"

"I wouldn't know."

Garth narrowed his hazel eyes and leaned his face forward to whisper, "I caught you checking my arse out earlier. So you should be a good judge."

Keegan felt his knees get weak from the shock. "No, I didn't! I'm not like that."

Garth shrugged. "Bro, your eyes were practically fucking me when I was bent over. I should of turned around and let you get a better view. I promise I look better from the front." He laughed. "It's all good though. I don't care what way you swing. I'm sorta flattered, to be honest."

Keegan rolled his eyes. "Firstly, I didn't check you out; secondly, why would you be flattered?"

"I'm flattered by anybody who thinks I'm cute."

Keegan looked inside to make sure his mum wasn't nearby. He looked back at Garth and whispered, "Are you gay?"

Garth shook his head. "Nope, never been with a dude. As far as I know, I'm as straight as an arrow," he said nonchalantly. "But who knows what the future holds. Some arrows can bend if pulled properly, so I've been told."

"Yeah, well... my arrow doesn't bend," Keegan said defensively, desperate to keep his secret.

Garth looked him in the eyes apologetically. "Sorry, Keegan. I didn't mean to offend you. I must have got my wires crossed."

He liked hearing Garth say his name. "If you're straight why are you so keen for me to be gay?"

"One of my good mate's is gay. I thought I'd play match maker."

Keegan laughed. "Maybe you can find a gay dude for him at the next party you go to?"

"Maybe," Garth raised his eyebrows. "It's a pity though. He would have shouted me drinks for life if I'd fixed him up with a guy like you."

Keegan felt like blushing. "A guy like me?"

"Have you even seen what you look like?" Garth's eyes scoured the length of Keegan's body. "I'm comfortable enough to easily say, you're a fucking stud."

Keegan looked down at his feet, smiling. He felt his wounded ego humming. No one had ever called him a "stud" before. Such high praise was usually reserved for guys who looked like Liam.

Garth spotted his bashful grin. "And you look even better when you smile. You should smile more."

Keegan couldn't believe Garth was ballsy enough to dish out such gay compliments. Mind you, if Keegan had been the type to react badly, Garth looked more than feisty enough to put up a fight.
"Thanks," Keegan said, grateful for the comments.

"You're welcome, bro. It would be hard for you not to be good-looking considering how fucking hot your mother is." Garth bit down on his lip. "She is crazy hot for a mum. I was hoping she'd give me a kiss goodnight too."

Keegan cringed like he had a bad taste in his mouth. "Okay, not something I need to hear."

"But I bet you hear it all the time from your mates, am I right?" Garth raised his head up and down slowly.

Keegan smiled at Garth's insight.

"Thought so. You look a lot like her, but I think she has nicer tits than you." Garth shot him a cheeky grin.

Keegan put a hand over his mouth to stop a loud laugh escaping his lips. "Fuck, we should have pushed you back in the fire."

"You saw for yourself, the fire was no match for anything this hot." Garth wiggled his eyebrows, giving a slight nod of his head.

"Born to the house of Targaryen, obviously," Keegan humored him. He looked down at Garths leg. "How's it feeling?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I think I may have singed a few leg hairs but otherwise I'll live to die another day." Garth patted his pants pocket. He dove his hand inside and pulled out his phone. "What's your number?"

Keegan frowned. "Are you absolutely sure it's not you that's looking for a guy and not some imaginary mate?" Keegan teased.

"You wish, Keegan." Garth looked down at his phone, scrolling through his contacts. "I was gonna swap numbers with you, so that when you come in to town next—if you drop by the river tavern—I'll shout you a drink. You know, as a way to say thank you for letting me crash in your bed."

"Oh sure. Sounds good..." Keegan paused, letting slip his naivety. "I've not actually been there."

Garth looked up at him puzzled. "How come?"

"Tonight was my eighteenth. So I guess next weekend will be my first night out clubbing."

Garth screwed his face up, surprised by the answer. "Shit, really? I thought this was a 21st?" He began to laugh. "Fuck, I must have been the token old dude. No wonder Joel bailed."

"How old are you?" Keegan asked.

"I turn twenty-four in three weeks."

Keegan hadn't picked Garth to be six years older. "Three weeks. Does that make you a Christmas baby?"

"Wow. Turns out he's handsome and smart," Garth joked. "Yep, I was born bang on Christmas Day. It's kind of cool knowing I share a birthday with big J himself, but the sucky part is you only ever get one present."

"I guess that would be a downer," Keegan agreed.

Garth handed him his phone. "Put your number in here and I'll text you mine. And definitely drop by if you do come to town next weekend."

Keegan entered his name and digits into Garth's phone and handed it back to him. In the distance car headlights illuminated the countryside like two bright moons. The rattling of a noisy exhaust pipe ruptured through the air.

"Judging by the sound of that hunk of shit, that'll be Joel." Garth tapped Keegan on the shoulder. "It was nice making your acquaintance. Tell your mum if she wants a boy toy, I'll be more than happy to oblige."

"I'll be sure to pass that on, NOT!"

When Garth got to the bottom of the porch stairs he turned back around. "Hey, um, if you change your mind about how straight your arrow is then let me know. My mate and you would be such a good couple, seriously!"

Keegan groaned. "You'll be the first to know."

Garth gave him a salute. "Happy Birthday, Keegan. Sorry I didn't get you a present so I hope this will do."

Keegan wondered what the hell Garth was on about. The next thing he saw was Garth dropping his pants to the ground and wiggling his bare arse side to side.

Garth bent down and pulled his pants back up. "Now you know what it looks like without my gruts on. Hope this helps you out later when you think about me."

Keegan covered his face, quietly laughing, wishing he could actually walk down for a closer look. "You need to work on your stripper moves, Garth."

"I know right." He chortled. "Catch ya round." He waved goodbye and ran towards the road and Joel's waiting car.

Keegan watched as Garth disappeared into the night. The guy was a fucking idiot—but a nice one—on what had been a not so very nice day.

 

Down To The Booze

Keegan woke up with a mouth that felt filled with thistles, silently screaming for water. The little he had drunk the night before still left him with the dry horrors. He rolled over in the bed, wishing for there to be a glass of water on the bedside table. There wasn't. He slid the sheet off his naked body and swooped his feet around and dropped them to the floor.

He had fallen asleep in a strangely upbeat mood; in spite of the birthday drama he had witnessed. Tess may have made the jump to sexual adulthood without him but it wasn't exactly the end of the world, he figured. The part that burned was that Damon had thought he could take what didn't belong to him. This riled Keegan to no end. It felt like Damon had got one up on him and it was fucking infuriating.

He cringed in embarrassment, remembering crying in front of Liam. He put it down to the booze. Keegan knew now it wasn't from hurt feelings, just a drunken tantrum like a kid who had his toy pinched. He could still feel the anger simmering deep down but he was able to suppress it, not wanting his day ruined within seconds of opening his eyes.

Keegan stood up and went to take a dozy step forward and landed on something that squished beneath his foot. He looked down at the floor and saw ten big mac burgers littering the floor.

To Keegan's amazement, Damon had actually got them. He chuckled to himself at Damon's obedience. The unrealistic dinner request was probably only granted because the bastard felt guilty; or thought it was the only way to cover his tracks for being so late home from dropping Tess off.

Keegan had not seen Damon by the end of the party, so he assumed it must have been nearly bloody daylight before the arsehole crawled inside from his dirty deed of another round with Tess. He reached over for his bag which sat on the bedroom's window seat, rummaging through 'till he found a fresh pair of underwear and shorts to chuck on. A blue light flashed at him from a desk of drawers on the other side of the room.

His phone!

Keegan went over and saw a ton of messages. He scrolled through checking for any angry text from Liam. He gulped down the lump of nerves in his throat attached to his wishful act out on the dirt of the roadside.

The light blonde hairs on Keegan's neck began to prickle as he went through one by one, checking the names of those who had text. He scanned through them all but none were from Liam. Keegan checked the time on the phone. 11.13 a.m.; Liam was probably still asleep considering how hammered he had been, Keegan thought. Most of the messages were generic birthday wishes from family and friends he had not seen at the party. Near the bottom though was a number with no name attached he did not recognize. He pressed into the message to read it.

Hey Arrow. Garth here.

Keegan smiled at the friendly piss-taking text. He saved Garths details and shoved his phone in his pocket and headed out shirtless to the kitchen to fetch himself some much needed breakfast. In the kitchen he found his mum and Damon sitting at the table, both looking fresh and wide awake.

"Morning," his mother cooed.

Keegan grunted in return, not in the mood to speak while Damon was in the room. He made his way to the pantry and fetched a box of feijoa flavored cereal that he overloaded into a bowl, drowning its corny flakes with a flood of milk. He begrudgingly sat down at the table, choosing the seat furthest from Damon who also sat there shirtless, his muscled chest with its mat of chest hair on full display, making Keegan feel like a weakling in comparison.

"I hope you're not eating all of Nana and Pop's food," his mother said as her eyes took in his mountain high bowl of breakfast.

A voice shot through from the lounge. "He's a growing boy, Marie. He can eat what he likes." It was his grandfather, sitting watching the television. He smiled, encouraging Keegan to eat up.

"Thanks, Pop," Keegan replied with a mouthful of food. A dribble of milk escaping his lips which garnered a disapproving frown from his mother.

"Don't encourage him, Dad. He costs me the earth to feed at home and I don't recommend partaking in the food funding." His mother's words were meant more jovial than serious.

Damon leaned forward, inspecting Keegan's shirtless body. "I dunno, Marie, I think you're starving him. He needs some fattening up." He reached a hand across and squeezed Keegan's bicep, the touch made Keegan's skin crawl. Damon gave his arm another squeeze. "Yep, we need to get this boy beefed up." He sat back in his chair with a pompous grin on his face.

Sure, he wasn't a muscle bound hound but he was hardly a stick insect; just a normal thin for his age, but the vain Damon would only consider a physique like his own or Liam's as acceptable.

"Not all guys are meant to be beefcakes, Damon," Keegan's mother replied. "Not that you aren't a beefcake, darling." She laughed at her subtle mocking and got up from the table and headed to the kitchen sink to make a coffee. "Anybody want a hot drink?" she called out.

"One for me, please," Damon answered.

"Me too, love," Keegan's grandfather hollered.

"Coming right up." She nodded and went about grabbing cups from the pantry.

Keegan was about to get up and take his breakfast outside to eat but Damon pounced on him with conversation before he had a chance to escape. "How were the burgers?" he asked with a glint of derisiveness in his voice.

Keegan munched down on his food, just nodding. He didn't want to be anywhere near this prick let alone talk with him. Keegan still had no desire for any form of conflict, he had already accepted that his well-trodden path of passive aggressiveness would be all he dished out. There was no way he was going to bring up what he had witnessed outside the toilet window. He just wanted to eat his breakfast, go back home, lock himself away in his bedroom and get lost in his world of gaming, so he didn't have to socialize with Damon, who he assumed would be following them back to spend the rest of his visit at their place.

"Sorry I didn't get them back in time but I bumped into an old mate after dropping Tess off home," Damon said. He sat there with a smile, seemingly capable of lying his arse off with ease. He scratched the hair on his chest and gazed out towards the window at the bright day. "Looks like a gorgeous day outside." He turned his head back to face Keegan, waiting for a response.

Keegan kept his eyes pointed down, staring at his drenched corn flakes and fruity chunks.

"I said it's a nice day," Damon repeated.

Keegan begrudgingly raised his face. "Guess so."

"What's wrong with you this morning? You're acting like a right bitch." Damon followed his insult with a chuckle.

"Nothing's wrong with me," Keegan snapped back. He crunched down extra heavy on a mouthful of food out of spite.

"Really, could have fooled me," Damon said. He looked back out the window, admiring the sunny day. "I hope the weather stays like this for our trip away."

"Our what?" Keegan asked, nearly choking on his food.

Damon spun back round, a smug look on his face. "Our trip away together, K dog!"

Keegan didn't know what the hell Damon was on about. His mum walked back over carrying three coffees, she ambled into the lounge handing one to his grandfather before returning to the table and handing one to Damon.

"What trip away are you talking about?" Keegan asked. He didn't like the sound of this.

Damon's voice perked up, "You and me are going bush, matey."

Keegan's mother widened her eyes at Keegan, willing him to feign excitement. "Damon is taking you away to the Lakes Forest Park overnight, so you two can spend the whole day there tomorrow; it's part of your birthday present."

"It'll be awesome, we can go rock climbing, treetop walking, white water rafting, bungee jumping," Damon spouted off the list with rushed excitement. "I went once years ago with a group of mates, we had a blast. There were more girls camping up there than you could shake a stick at."

"I don't know how Tess will feel about that part," Keegan's mother said with a smirk.

"Ahhh but you see, Marie. What happens on tour stays on tour." Damon winked at Keegan.

Damon's cell phone blared to life inside his pocket, its ring tone set at a deafening loud level. He stood up hastily, staring down at the screen. "I gotta take this; be back soon." He shot the phone up to his ear. "Hello, Damon speaking." He raced through the lounge, making his way outside to the back porch, closing the ranch slider behind him.

Keegan wasted no time in raising his disgust at his unwanted birthday gift. "Why would you tell him a trip away was a good idea?" He glared at his mother who had a guilty look locked across her face.

She sighed. "Look, I know this isn't the kind of thing you're normally in to, but who knows? You might actually have some fun being out of the house for once," she said defensively.

Keegan dropped his spoon into his bowl of breakfast, shaking his head. "How is me being stuck in the middle of nowhere with some dickhead desperate to be 18 again going to be fun for me?"

She narrowed her eyes, surprised by his hostile reaction. "There's no need to be so rude, Keegan. Damon went to a lot of trouble rescheduling some of his clients just so he could take you on this trip... if you actually gave it a chance you might find there is fun to be had away from a computer screen."

"He can't find porn in the forest, Marie." His grandfather piped up before cackling.

Keegan tried not to laugh at the nosy old man. "Yeah, Mum. What pop said."

"Fuck sake," she muttered under her breath, trying her best to maintain a serious expression. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Damon was still outside. "Look, just make his heart happy and go along. It's only overnight, you'll be back home tomorrow evening," she whispered. "Lord knows I could do with the house to myself for once."

Keegan was shocked at hearing this. "I could still end up at uni next year and you'll have the house to yourself all the time."

His mother laughed. "Keegan, we both know you won't be moving away to uni."

"What makes you say that," he asked indignantly.

"You will stay here because Liam is staying here."

Her comment gave him chills. Like she knew his feelings. "No," he said back like a grumpy toddler.

She smiled at him. "You and Liam are like a co-dependent married couple. Where one goes the other follows. And you, my dear... tend to do the following."

"That's so not true," he muttered, even though it was. He folded his arms, huffing.

"Oh, cheer up. When you get back from the trip you'll have all summer to laze about and do nothing." She leaned forward and whispered, "Between you and me, Damon's actually got a card for you with money in it, it will more than cover the hourly rate of suffering through exploring the great outdoors."

Money—the best gift of all—was enough to make Keegan reconsider his reluctance. Besides, he had no intention of ratting Damon out as much as he would like to. It would only create a shit storm and he didn't fancy his male pride be dented with his family all knowing his girlfriend had cheated on him with a guy twice his age. "Okay, I'll go," he said coolly.

"Good. Honestly, Keegan, I think you'll have a lot of fun. Boring is not a word I associate with Damon." His mum returned to sipping her coffee just as a loud knock thudded behind them

Keegan craned his neck around to see Liam standing at the open front door, he was wearing black pants and a ghastly checked collared shirt. Even the hideous top couldn't damage his good looks, he still looked sexy as fuck, Keegan thought.

Liam smiled at them both. "Hey, I just came to get my keys so I can take my car home."

"Morning Liam," Keegan's mum said. "Did you want to join us for a coffee?"

Liam waved. "I can't sorry. I've got to go help mum at the book store. She is down a staff member today. Hence the gross outfit." He clutched his shirt and pulled a revolted face.

Keegan leapt up from his seat and went and got Liam his keys that were hanging up on the key rack in the kitchen. "Here you go," he said and stepped after Liam outside.

"Follower!" Keegan's mum called out laughing.

He turned back around and rolled his eyes at her before following behind Liam.

 

Fine Kiwi Meat

Mindless chit chat accompanied the short walk to Liam's car, neither coughing up any mention of last night's moment. Keegan waited for it, surely Liam would rip into him once they were far enough away from the house.

"I can't believe this," Liam exhaled, shaking his head. He looked around checking to see if anyone was around.

Oh my god, here it comes, Keegan thought.

Liam unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, exposing the love bite Keegan had given him. It was now deep purple, incredibly noticeable. "Some bitch gave me a fucking hicky last night. It's a monster of a thing." He lifted his chin higher so Keegan could get a proper look as he traced his fingers over it.

"Wow," Keegan said, doing his best to sound shocked. His tongue tingled remembering the taste of Liam's skin.

"Wow, all fucking right. Whoever she is, she deserves a fucking medal." He laughed as he did his top button back up. "This fucker is gonna be here for over a week at least."

"You don't know who gave it to you?" Keegan asked, flinching on the inside.

"Not a clue. Someone with sharp teeth and a mouth like a vacuum cleaner is my best guess."

"Ha, yeah... so do you not remember anything?"

Liam pursed his lips, concentrating. "I remember being down at the bon fire and being a nuisance but I can't remember much after that... how I got home or anything."

"Sounds like you had a big night," Keegan joked.

Liam arched his eyebrows, like a lost thought suddenly invaded his head. "Fuck, I totally forgot to ask. What happened with Tess?" He punched Keegan's shoulder, grinning ear to ear. "You finally joined the club!"

Keegan looked down at his feet, rubbing his heel along the ground. "Not exactly." Keegan quickly analyzed if it would be wise to share his loss and failure with Liam for a second time. It was obvious a sober Liam was not going to offer the same drunken hug like he had the night before. "Nope, it didn't happen," Keegan said flatly.

Liam's face dropped in shock. "What do you mean it didn't happen?"

"It just didn't happen. Tess was tired so she went home." Keegan waited for Liam to laugh. He didn't.

In an almost somber voice Liam said, "Oh, gutted."

"It's not like anyone died," Keegan replied.

"No, but this was your big night." Liam looked at him like he was a pitiful creature in pain. "Wonder why she didn't want to do it?" His eyes subtly scanned the length of Keegan's shirtless body.

"I told you. Because she was tired," Keegan exclaimed, he could feel Liam's eyes examining him, as if looking for the problem.

"True." Liam stopped staring, he opened the door to his car and jumped inside, winding the window down. "Did you want to catch up this evening? I should be home by 7 o'clock, just pop round any time after that." Liam looked up at him naturally expecting a yes.

"I can't tonight, sorry."

Liam frowned, surprised by the answer. "How come?" He began to smile. "You haven't gone and replaced me with another man have you, Keegan? You slut!"

Keegan laughed at the girly voice Liam put on. "No, you're still my main man."

Liam nodded. "Good to know. So how come you're busy?"

"Very much against my will I'm being taken away for a boys' trip away to the middle of fucking nowhere with Damon." Keegan sighed, letting Liam know just how much he didn't want to go.
"Damon's a cool sort, you should have fun," Liam said.

Keegan wasn't impressed. "He's like nearly fucking forty. How on earth is that gonna be fun?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't act it and it isn't like your pushing him around in a wheel chair," Liam said. "Anyway where is this middle of nowhere you're going?"

"Lakes Forest Park."

"That'll be mint. Heaps of tourists there... like hot Swedish backpacker types, all gagging for a bit of fine kiwi meat."

"You're welcome to swap places and go instead of me," Keegan muttered.

Liam chuckled. "Nar, you need some time with a positive male role model. I can't be the only one teaching you how to be a man."

"Har, Har. Very funny, Dad," Keegan groaned. "The only thing positive about Damon would be his urine after a drug test."

Liam rested his head back in the car seat, laughing to himself. "That is exactly why he is a good influence on you." He put his seat belt on and started the car. "Anyway give me a call when you get back, okay?"

"Will do." Keegan stepped away from the car and went to walk back inside.

"Hey, Keegan," Liam called out, his head poking out the window.

Keegan spun back around. "Yeah?"

"You're a great guy. It's Tess's loss not yours."

On those flattering words, Liam departed; leaving Keegan with a bit of warmth to see him through a chilly trip away.

 

A Rebel Streak

The trip up to the bush clad ranges that were home to the Lakes Forest Park, had been long and tedious. What felt like endless miles of tight bends along craggy roads, just went on and on. Keegan had sat in the passenger's seat, glancing at his cell phone, praying for a message from anyone to relieve him from communicating with the scoundrel driving the car.

Damon jabbered on about his awesome life up in Auckland and how much fun Keegan would have if he did decide to move up there. "Just think how good it would be. You'd be able to see more of your dad and come party with me, K dog."

Keegan had just nodded, grunting in response and basically did all he could to avoid sharing any spoken words.

The ranges stretched high above the regions farmlands, granting an adventure playground for tourists who had the cash to afford the absurd pleasure of bungee jumping, white water rafting or even just a treetop, suspended walk. Nature and danger bundled together as a commercial package did not come cheap. Keegan wasn't much of a thrill seeker and doubted he would do any of the shit Damon probably had planned, at most he would probably just enjoy going somewhere different; swimming in the tranquil clear, water lakes and wander some well-trodden tracks through native bush.

It was nearly dark by the time they had arrived at the visitor's center which sat at the entrance to the fun-filled forest. They spoke briefly with the ranger, a short, cross eyed man who walked with a limp thanks to a gimpy leg. He led them to their camp site while Keegan looked around at the wooded hills, wondering if they did indeed have eyes. As they walked through the alleys of cabins and tents, the holiday hot spot felt a bit lacking.

The place was busy but far from packed. Keegan looked out for the hot Swedish tourists Liam had told him about. There were none. All he could see was a bunch of middle aged folk holidaying with their children who ran around squealing, having water fights.

Along the way the ranger pointed out the facilities; the laundry and ablution block, a games and family room, and a lookout up the top of a steep hill which was the only place nearby that could pick up any sort of cell phone coverage, he informed them. An overnight trip here with Damon was bad enough, but finding out he would be without modern technology to amuse himself with just seemed cruel.

Keegan was pleasantly surprised when the ranger stopped in front of a decent-sized one room cabin at the far end of the camping site. At least Damon splashed out for more than just a tent for the pair of them to stay in. The brown abode with its green trim didn't look too shabby at all. It was far enough away from the families that Keegan's ears wouldn't have to suffer any screaming tantrums. The ranger handed Damon the key and left them to settle in.

Once inside, Keegan could see there was a small kitchenette below the front window. A table with two red plastic chairs sat at one end of the single room cabin, while at the other end two single beds hugged opposite sides of the cabin.

Damon went and chucked his bag on one of the beds, he plucked out a towel and new change of clothes. "Right, I'm off to have a shower and get pretty." He smirked at Keegan. "You gonna come have a wash?"

Keegan sat down on the other bed. "Nar, I'm all good."

"You should come have a shower, K dog. It might wash off your bad mood." Damon dug a hand back inside his bag and pulled out a fancy shower gel and moisturizer. "You been glum all day."

Keegan forced a smile. "I think it's just from all the drinking last night," he lied. Besides he'd already had a shower just before they left, another dousing of water under a shower nozzle seemed redundant.

Damon tucked the shampoo and moisturizer inside his towel, he extended a hand across and ruffled Keegan's hair. "That'll do it to ya." He looked down at Keegan, staring him in the eyes. "Fuck, you look so much like your mother it's not funny."

"I hope that's a good thing," Keegan said. He smoothed out his hair from Damon's follicle tussling.

"Unless I am saying you look like a girl then of course it is. Even you must know your mother's a fox." Damon quickly laughed. "I know, I know. Not something you wanna hear."

"You could say that." Keegan rubbed his knees, wanting Damon to leave the room already.

Damon walked towards the door, stopping just before he stepped outside. "I nearly forgot," he said, wearing a hopeful smile. "Have a look in the side pocket of my bag." Before Keegan could respond, Damon disappeared out the door.

Keegan stepped over to the other bed, fishing his hand into the side pocket as instructed. He pulled out a firm crème envelope. He smiled, knowing what was in it. The main reason for tolerating this bullshit getaway. With hungry fingers, he tore the seal and opened the card.

Holy shit!

Keegan was astonished at the generosity that fell out of the card onto his lap. Three hundred dollars! He had expected maybe a fifty or one hundred at best, not this much. It wasn't enough to forgive Damon of his betrayal, but it didn't hurt. Keegan picked up the notes and rubbed the money between his fingers, imagining what he could waste it on. Out of moral obligation he glanced back inside the card, despite not giving a fuck to whatever was written inside.

Happy Birthday K Dog

I hope your 18th is as great as I remember mine being. I feel privileged to have watched you grow up and am so proud of the man you are becoming. Love, Damon

Keegan scoffed at the empty words. He tucked the money away in his shorts pocket, and lay down on his bed. Within seconds his mind wondered to the familiar place of sex. He began thinking about how he had seen Tess outside, her legs spread apart, Damon's face buried into her. He felt a bizarre contradiction throbbing in his cock. He was angered by the memory, but turned on at the same time.

That should have been me down there, licking her out, he thought.

Keegan took a deep sigh, sliding his hand down his torso 'till it landed on his growing bulge. He closed his eyes, groping his growing erection through his clothes. He imagined how Tess would have sounded when Damon properly fucked her. Her virgin pussy taking his cock, inch by inch, while he sucked and flicked his tongue over her nipples. Was she noisy? He wished so badly he knew the answer to this question.

Whenever they fumbled around with hand jobs and fingering, Tess only ever whimpered in hushed tones. He knew he was blessed with the size to do what his fingers couldn't; get her moaning so loud neighbors would hear. A shudder of resentment momentarily halted his passion as he wondered if Damon was bigger than him. Probably. The guy seemed to be a winner in everything else. Cunt.

Keegan shook the imaginary dick contest out of his mind. He tugged his shorts down, releasing his cock and wrapped his fingers around his pole with an urgent squeeze. He closed his eyes and let his heavy breaths relax to a zephyr flow. His furled fingers began working up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Keegan licked his lips, beating away, summoning the cum in his balls to rise to the surface.

He stopped jacking his cock mere seconds before he knew he would orgasm. When you wanked as much as Keegan did, you knew your limits like the back of the hand helping you reach them. He didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted to draw this out a little longer.

He let his mind change the scene to a happier moment, albeit a guilty one. Kissing Liam's body, sinking his teeth into Liam's pretty skin. Seeing the love bite on Liam's neck had been a thrill in itself. Knowing that his horny encounter had been real. That it had left behind visible consequences.

He got a kick out of knowing that for the next week Liam was wearing traces of passion left behind by another male's mouth. Keegan's mouth. If only it had gone all the way. Still, Keegan knew that had Liam been any less drunk than he had been, then his best mate's straight senses would have never allowed such an offering of the flesh.

Keegan sat up and stripped his shirt off. The cool air in the room licked at his heated body. He lay back down, scuffed his shoes off, biffing them to the floor where they fell with a heavy clunk. He raised his bum off the bed, hoisted his shorts down to his knees before pulling his feet out of them. A rebel streak coursed through his veins.

He lay on the bed with his legs spread apart, wearing nothing but his white sport socks. He lifted his chin, staring down at his tanned, smooth body that broke out in brown, curly pubes just above his cock which stood high— throbbing to attention. He let his fingertips graze over his chest, stopping to make slow circles around his nipples before heading south. The tip of his dick glistened with a tiny bead of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit.

As he admired his own sex appeal, he realized how much hairier down there he was than Liam. He cupped his furry balls, wondering if he should shave it all when he returned home. Maybe Liam could show him how? He knew that was wishful thinking though.

He bent his knees up so he could stroke beneath his nuts. He let his finger slide further round till he felt the fine hair inside his butt crack. Suddenly, a perverted idea he had never had before struck him.

Should I try it? Keegan asked himself

He retrieved his hand and sucked on his index finger, lathering it up with spit. He lowered his hand again and guided his finger to the entrance of his arsehole. He took a deep breath, bracing himself to try something new. With a soft push, he pressed his fingertip inside his ridiculously tight anus. It fucking hurt. He didn't dare move as he waited to see if his arse could relax a little. He tried imagining it was Liam's thick dick inside of him. He had no idea what Liam's cock looked like when hard, but he knew it would have to be beautiful like the rest of him—and no doubt fucking massive!

Keegan worked his finger in and out, slowly and softly, trying his hardest to fit it all inside. For nearly ten minutes he finger-fucked himself, desperate to go deeper but couldn't bring himself to get more than half his finger inside. His hole was burning from all the friction. He gave in and slipped his finger back out. His body jolted in shock, the withdrawal hurt more than the entry.

He wiped his finger on the bed sheet while his hole tingled with a strange feeling like it still had something inside. As much as he would love to have sex with Liam, he couldn't ever see himself being the one taking it up the arse. If the finger was anything to go by then it was nothing but pain.

Keegan knew he was running out of time. He grabbed hold of his dick and tugged on it furiously, horny to get the job done before Damon came back. His steady strokes worked their magic, his balls soon tickling with the spark of an orgasm. His climax felt so intense, he squeaked an almost girly sigh as his cock thrusted out a stream of hot spunk that splattered all over his stomach and chest. One hefty dollop even landing on his chin. His teeth chattered slightly as his body recovered from such a strong release. Keegan took a few deep breaths, breathing in the calmness that came after such a good toss.

He pushed himself up with his elbows, careful not to spill any cum on the sheets. What would he use to clean up the mess? Keegan hadn't thought that far ahead. There was no endless supply of Kleenex tissues at his disposal here. He looked at his shirt but knew that would be too blatantly obvious and would have to be hidden in his bag where it would smear cum through his clean clothes.

In a moment of teenage ingenuity, Keegan peeled off his socks, using both of them to sponge up his spilled seed 'till they were both damp and sticky. He rolled them up and tucked them inside his sneakers. In a spritely motion, he chucked his clothes back on so Damon would be none the wiser to his internally-intimate wank.

Keegan sat around, waiting for Damon to return. The guy was gone for ages and Keegan began to think he was not coming back. Keegan was overcome with boredom sat alone in the cabin.

Just as he was about to give up waiting for Damon to return, and go explore the campsite, the door swung open. Damon walked in dressed like he was ready for a night on the town. His collared light blue shirt was undone down to the second button, scraggly chest hair creeping up to the base of his neck. His legs looked sleek in dark jeans that had a metallic shine to their posh material. Keegan spotted, tucked under Damon's arm with his wet towel, a bottle of whiskey. Its golden brown liquid glistening as it shook in the bottle.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, K dog." Damon dropped his wet towel down on his bed and held up the bottle of booze. "I went and got us this to take along to the gathering."

Keegan's forehead crinkled. "The gathering?"

"Well not so much a gathering more an intimate huddle," Damon said. "There's two women camping in a tent a few rows down that I bumped into and they invited us back for some drinks, so I went back to the car and got this old fella from the boot."

"You planned ahead," Keegan mumbled. He then remembered the generous gift of money in his pocket and chirped his voice up to a happier tone. "Good thinking. And thank you for the card and money." Keegan smiled.

"Not a problem. Your only 18 once so I hope you spend the money as unwisely as possible," Damon said.

Keegan nodded. "You can count on it."

Damon stared up at the bottle, mesmerized by the good times it was capable of providing. He looked down at Keegan sitting on the bed. "Well, come on. We gotta go. They're waiting for us."

Keegan went to snap back and say he didn't want to go but thought better of it.

"Hurry up, Keegan," Damon's voice rushed out at the speed of its instruction. "We don't want to keep them waiting."

The bossy command set Keegan into action he stood up and hovered around looking for his shoes, without thinking he pulled out his socks that sat inside his sneakers and slid the first one on his foot.

Oh fuck!

His face turned sour at the feel of sticky residue beneath the sole of his foot.

Damon caught him wearing the foul look. "What's wrong? You look like you just shit your pants."

"Uh... nothing." Keegan couldn't step out of his sex stains now without giving his deed away. He picked up the second sock and slid it on his other foot, and put his shoes on. He walked after Damon, following him to begin their night at the intimate huddle, feeling his cum squish between his toes with every soggy step.

 

Ticking Time Bomb

"You're a fucking riot, you are," the tipsy woman said. She snorted as she began laughing at Damon waddling with flailing limbs, impersonating a three-legged elephant he claimed to of seen on a recent safari trip whilst travelling through Africa.

Keegan sat, stunned by Damon's confidence in spinning absolute bullshit. If lies could rot teeth, then Damon would be wearing dentures. The Africa trip only came up after the woman—a curvy blonde in her late-thirties who introduced herself as Boozy Sue—claimed it was her dream holiday destination. As far as Keegan knew Damon had never been, but then if the woman had said she wanted to go to the moon then the dickhead would probably claim to be a fucking astronaut.

Boozy Sue was definitely living up to her name, she had come close to falling out of her chair more than once and her lap was soaked from spilt wine. Sitting next to Keegan was Boozy Sue's best friend, Carrie. She was plainer than her drunken friend but was at least capable of stringing together a sober sentence. Carrie was rake thin with shoulder length mousy brown hair which framed her face with its hard features as sharp as her bony shoulders. A striking contrast to her soft, sweet manner.

Two hours earlier when they strolled over to join the women, Damon had made it clear he was after Boozy Sue, despite a comment how she was a little older than what he would normally go for. No surprises there, Keegan thought; considering the guy had only made his dick wet the night before with an eighteen-year-old. Apparently Boozy Sue's flaw of being born in the same decade as Damon was offset by her magnificent tits. Damon had licked his lips, holding his hands out in front of his chest, when he described their big bouncy size, insisting to Keegan that at the end of the day any hole was a goal.

Carrie's kind voice poked Keegan's ear. "What about you, Keegan, have you travelled?"

"Nope, not yet." He took a sip on his drink, the whisky burning his throat as it went down thanks to Damon's heavy handed mixing. "One day though I hope to. I might even try and find this famous limping elephant."

"Shouldn't be too hard, the poor thing doesn't run too fast," Damon joked as he settled back into his chair beside Boozy Sue.

"What's the name of the park? You know, the one where the elephant is?" Keegan asked, he shot Damon a look of innocence despite the question's prickly delivery.

Damon's eyes blinked like shutters, his jaw dropping in confusion as his tongue twisted for an answer. "You know what... I can't actually remember." He twisted round to face Boozy Sue. "How's that wine going down?" He narrowed his eyes, trying to strike a seductive pose but wound up looking like a pissed fool.

"It's going down a treat," Boozy Sue replied. She raised the glass to her lips, feeding her liver some more damage.

"Good to know. I like things that go down a treat," Damon said, slurring his words.

Carrie laughed. "Is your dad always like this?"

Keegan nearly choked on his drink. That was just too funny.

"Why on earth would you think he's mine?" Damon squawked, making Keegan sound like a burden or some sort of disease.

"Gee, thanks." Keegan snapped back.

"Sorry, buddy. But that would mean I was like twelve when I had you."

"More like nineteen," Keegan replied.

Carrie's face began to turn red. "Oh, sorry. I just assumed you were both family." She rescued the awkward moment with a nervous smile.

"No, Keegan here, is my best mate, Matty's son." Damon waved a drunken finger at him, pointing as if he were an art exhibit.

"That makes sense, his good looks can't have come from you," Boozy Sue joked. She rubbed Damon's knee affectionately. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

Damon rested back in his chair. "And no, it's Keegan's mother who gifted the boy those. But he's clumsy like his old man."
Dad's clumsy? Keegan admittedly didn't know much about his father but he had not heard this trait mentioned before. He waited curiously to hear more about the resemblance.

"Yep, just like Matty he's a bit useless with his hands, so I been told." He looked at Keegan with an Elvis-like sneer.

Keegan shot Damon a blank stare. He didn't have a clue what the idiot was on about.

"Or his." Damon wiggled his fingers. "More specifically." Damon roared with laughter.

"What's he on about?" Carrie whispered to Keegan.

Keegan shrugged. "What are you talking about, Damon?"

"Your girlfriend told me that you were having problems letting your fingers do the walking down there. No word of a lie, your old man gets the same feedback." Damon sculled back on his drink, unaware he had crossed a line and had given away his alone time with Tess.

Boozy Sue laughed along with Damon while Carrie sighed a breath of disapproval at the pissed pair. Damon was an arrogant arse when he got drunk, but his low blow told Keegan that this was probably payback for the surly silence Keegan had inflicted on him all day.

"Let's just hope you're better with your pecker when you finally pop that cherry of yours."

A flood of shame mixed with anger rolled through Keegan's body. Why didn't she ever tell me this? His body shook in shivers as he struggled to maintain his cool.

"You seem to be a bit of jerk," Carrie said coldly at Damon.

Damon shook his head free from laughter, mustering an apologetic tone. "Sorry, Keegan. I'm just having you on. Tess never said anything." He stared Keegan in the eyes. "Honest, matey. I was just joking."

Keegan didn't know whether to believe him or not. The damage had been done though. He put his glass down and stood up from his chair a little too fast, a woozy feeling coming over him. "It was really nice to meet you both but I think I'm gonna call it a night." He turned and walked away.

"Oh, come on, don't go! I was only joking, K dog... I said I'm sorry," Damon called out.

Keegan didn't look back. He stormed ahead, carrying himself along with angry strides. When he got back to the cabin, he slammed the door behind him and let out a frustrated yell. He kicked the side of his bed and pulled at his hair. He had never felt so riled up in all his life.

The smug prick needed to be taught a lesson!

If he could, he would knock him out, smash his fist right into Damon's yuppie, moisturized face. But Keegan wasn't stupid. He was no match physically for the older, more dominant male. He knew he needed to calm down before Damon crawled his arse back. If he didn't, there was every chance he would do something stupid.

Keegan shook his head, willing himself to calm down and chase vengeful thoughts away. He plonked himself down on the bed, feeling like a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment. Keegan removed his shoes and dirty socks, inspecting his dried-cum covered feet. An evil smile washed over his face, he went over to Damon's bed, reached for the pillow and used it to rub his feet clean. "Sweet dreams, arsehole."

 

For The Very First Time

Keegan lay in bed, still dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. A nude sleep was off the cards thanks to the burden of sharing a one room cabin; this minor annoyance only added to the speedily growing list of crap that was bothering him about the whole trip. He had laid in bed for well over an hour but still couldn't drift off to sleep.

The darkness of the room, matched Keegan's mood. The only light in the scene was a pale strip of moonlight stretched across the floor, peeking through the window above the beds. Outside he could hear the rushing water of a creek, one of many which he assumed fed into the nearby lake. He tried blocking its trickling noise from his eardrums, so he wouldn't feel the bursting need to pee.

A new noise soon approached the cabin, drowning out the sound of rippling water. Keegan pricked his ears up, attempting to make out what it was. He soon gathered that the it was a who and that who was Damon. He was whistling a happy tune that stopped just before his heavy stomps got to the front door. Keegan rolled onto his side, resting his knees together and closed his eyes—pretending to be asleep. Damon's intoxicated state was evident by the three turns of the handle it took him to open the unlocked door.

Keegan could tell Damon was trying his best to be quiet as he took his shoes off by the door. His soft tip-toeing in the dark didn't last long though, within seconds he walked straight into the table, cursing out loud. "Fuck!" Keegan grinned, watching Damon's shadowy figure hop around on one leg, shaking his injured foot about. Good fucking job!

Damon hissed out hot breaths 'till he relaxed his foot back to the ground, he paced over towards the kitchen sink, fetched a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. He tippy toed carefully across the room, stretching his free hand out like he was reading brail. When Damon managed to make it over to his bed, he placed the glass of water down on the bedside table. Keegan was hoping the pissed idiot would kick his foot again. As he sat there willing Damon injury a frisky familiar noise tore at his instincts.

Zzzzzzzip.

The sound of Damon's fly coming down startled Keegan in the strangest way—just like all those months ago with Liam. He studied Damon's shadowy figure standing with his back turned, waiting to see what happened next. Damon had stalled with the act of removing his pants, busy scratching his head instead as he let out a groggy yawn.

The gap between the beds where Damon stood was so narrow that Keegan could—if he wanted to— reach out and touch him. He was that close Keegan could smell the musky cologne clinging to Damon's skin and the potent scent of whisky whirling from his breath.

Keegan wasn't sure what was happening but his anger began to subside and become replaced with a curiosity to see Damon under the light. He extended his hand to the bedside table and flicked the switch on of the small lamp which sat there.

Damon spun 'round, his groggy eyes surprised to see Keegan awake. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nar, I was still up," Keegan said. He looked up, scanning Damon's six-foot height. Even though he was only a smidgen of an inch taller than Keegan, he looked like a sky scraper standing there the way he did. The man carried a vibe to him, everything about Damon screamed big. Keegan wasn't sure if this vibe had always been there but it was undeniable in that moment.

"So you heard my wee collision with that fucking table then?" Damon chuckled at his own misfortune.

Keegan looked up at him, smiling. "I sure did."

"I hope you enjoyed the show," Damon said. He proceeded to unbutton his shirt—his manly fingers unhooking the buttons with a smooth ease Keegan hadn't expected from someone who had just spent an entire evening drinking. Damon jutted his shoulders backwards, sliding the shirt off his back. He released his arms from the clingy sleeves and dropped the shirt to the floor where it fell in a crumpled heap.

Damon turned 'round to face his own bed. Keegan pounced on the moment and blatantly ogled the older man's defined back muscles; a testimony to the number of hours he must put in at the gym. Damon slipped his thumbs to his hips, bent forward and pulled his jeans down to his feet, stepping free of them. The tip of his hairy arse crack was now visible above a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his firm buttocks. Damon's legs looked solid and powerful. Keegan felt his cock twitch when he noticed a tan line starting below the black briefs. Damon's legs were golden from the mid-thigh down, but from above they were smoother, paler; unapologetically erotic. As sexy as Damon's tan was, it was the paler parts of him Keegan felt an urgent need to see.

Why did I never notice how fucking hot you were before now? Keegan asked himself.

Keegan felt his mouth begin to water as he took in every detail. It was like he was seeing Damon for the very first time. A truly stunning specimen unwrapping the layers of clothing which hid a body Keegan now craved to explore.

He had known Damon wasn't ugly in the past, he probably even knew the guy classified as good looking, but never ever had he thought of him as sexy. Even after the awakening with Liam, Damon had never entered his mind in such a way. The guy was a selfish jerk, older and not to mention practically family. Yet here Keegan was lying in a bed—only a few feet away from Damon who stood in nothing but his underwear and socks—nursing an erection that was growing harder by the second.

Keegan felt his tummy begin to somersault, twisting with an aching hunger. If he were back at home, he could rush somewhere private and beat off to relieve the pressure. Not here though. Here, he was stranded in this small cabin with temptation dangled right in front of his face. There was nowhere he could go to avoid the danger of doing something stupid.

Keegan had known this man his whole life. Uncle Damon. The guy had been more present through the years than his own father. Damon had been there every birthday and Christmas—and then some.

He had taken Keegan to his first rugby match, taught him how to ride a bike, drive a car, he had even been the one to give Keegan the "birds and the bees" talk. Damon taught him how to shave, standing beside him in the bathroom mirror, showing a fifteen-year-old Keegan the correct strokes of the razor. Each time Keegan had cut himself, Damon ripped up bits of toilet paper, wet them with his tongue and stuck them to Keegan's cuts. It had been a painfully slow task but never did he lose his patience with the clumsy handed teen. He praised Keegan every step of the way. Guilt nuzzled into Keegan's chest as he recalled these memories and how much he used to look up to this man—before he grew old enough to see Damon's flaws.

He watched as Damon sat down, remove his socks and crawl under the crisp covers to rest his head on a pillow smeared with Keegan's dry cum. The poor, drunken fool had no idea what was coming—that in the bed next to him was an incredibly horny teenager who bore a grudge and was developing devious intentions on the spot.

Keegan smiled to himself. Revenge for what Damon had done to him suddenly seemed entirely possible. His raging hormones spurred him on, blocking out any trepidation or fear of conflict. Damon had witnessed many of Keegan's firsts in life and tonight he would play an integral role in one more.

 

Slow And Steady Wins The Race

Keegan was as scared as he was excited. He didn't know how to approach his wicked plan. He tried to buy time, stoking a fire of conversation with mindless chat.

"So, what happened with Boozy Sue?" Keegan asked.

"Nothing. We just drank 'till all the booze run out." Damon rolled onto his side to face Keegan.

"Oh... I thought you two were getting along if you know what I mean?" He winked at Damon, trying to look cool but failing epically.

Damon grinned. "Nope, I can't claim another notch under my belt tonight if that's what you mean." He let out a thoughtful sigh. "Probably for the best anyway, she wasn't really my type."

"True, true," Keegan said. He racked his brains, thinking of ways to steer the conversation to where he needed it to go.

"Keegan?" Damon stared at him, his face pinched with an earnest expression.

"Yeah?"

"I am sorry about earlier with the whole Tess joke. I honestly didn't mean it."

"Yeah I know," Keegan replied. "I just overreacted." Keegan told Damon what he wanted to hear, not what he really meant. The need to shift Damon to where he needed him required a false sense of sincerity.

"No worries, K dog. I shouldn't joke about stuff like that anyway."

Quietness draped the room. They lay there in their separate beds, not saying a word.

Damon broke the silence first. "Shall we turn the light off?" He rubbed his sleepy eyes. "I don't know about you, buddy, but I'm absolutely knackered."

Keegan panicked. He sat up in the bed, looking towards the door where Damon's shoes lay scattered. He took a quick breath and let his mouth tumble out with a stupid question all designed to stall the act of sleeping. "What size shoe do you wear?"

Damon blinked, surprised by the random question. "Size eleven... sometimes a twelve. Why's that?"

"No reason, I was just wondering." Keegan said. "So you have quite big feet." A nervous laugh escaped his lips.

"Guess so," Damon said, unconcerned.

Keegan clenched his fists under the blanket, willing himself to push forward with his sadistic plan. "Can I see?"

"See what?" Damon frowned.

"Your feet? Keegan worried how Damon would react to such a strange request.

Damon gave him a wry smile. "Okay, if you insist," he sighed playfully. He raised the blanket and brought his leg out, raising it slightly off the bed, waving his foot about.

"Wow those are some decent size feet you got there, man," Keegan said, feigning a curious intrigue.

"Thanks, K dog." Damon laughed, he went to retrieve his leg and place it back under the blanket.

"Wait. Can you leave it out, I just wanna look a bit longer," Keegan said, sounding a little too enthused.

Damon obliged, he left his leg exposed, resting it down on the mattress and began laughing. "You're a weird one," he said jokingly, unaware of Keegan's sexual motives.

"Yeah, I just want to compare it to mine." Keegan knew how stupid this sounded but Damon didn't seem to mind or was just too pissed to care.

"Go for gold," Damon said. He rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Keegan climbed out from under the covers and sat forward on the edge of his bed, he clasped his hands together in front of his crotch, careful to not expose the firm fleshy tent-pole prodding through his underwear. Keegan stared at Damon's foot then down at his own size ten feet. "Yep, definitely bigger than mine."

Damon opened his eyes and chuckled, genuinely intrigued by the random foot comparison. He looked down at the floor to check out the size difference Keegan was referring to. "Nothing wrong with your feet, K dog. As long as they hold you up, that's the main thing."

"True that," Keegan mumbled. Everything was going smoothly, he felt a strange sense of power from having created this strange scene. So far, so good. It was time to kick it up a level. "You've got really toned legs, you must go really hard at the gym," Keegan knew Damon's ego wouldn't resist such a compliment.

"Cheers," Damon said in a happy tone. "The gym and all the walking to the gallery helps." He looked down at his flattered leg, admiring himself.

While Damon's eyes were distracted with his own beauty, Keegan dropped his knees to the floor and scuttled across to the side of Damon's bed. He held a hand up in front of Damon's leg. "Can I?" he hovered his hand above Damon's ankle.

Damon nodded.

Keegan's cock twitched at the naive approval. He felt like he could spontaneously combust from the amount of desire flowing through him, all rushing to his fingertips that were about to touch Damon with the most sexual of intentions. He swallowed a lump of frustrated passion caught in his throat, slowly dropping his hand to Damon's ankle. He grazed his fingers along the drunk man's hard shins then snuck under to grab hold of Damon's hairy calf muscle, the warmth of the touch sent a shiver tapping Keegan's spine.

Holy fuck, he's letting me touch him. Keegan couldn't believe it worked.

Keegan just kept groping. He let his eyes wander up the rest of Damon's leg. He was surprised by how hairy the guy was—even hairier than Liam. He could see the tan line at Damon's thigh just below the black briefs, this is where he wished his hand was. It gleamed like a finish line but Keegan knew he couldn't rush things and risk freaking Damon out. Slow and steady will win this race.

His heart thundered in his chest, butterflies flapping in his stomach so hard he thought he would lift off the ground. Keegan kept touching, absorbing the fleshy detail under his hand all while nursing a humungous stiffy. Damon lay there none the wiser to what was really going on.

"Can you tense it?" Keegan asked.

Damon obliged and flexed his hairy leg muscle, showing off his definition.

"Cool," Keegan muttered, mesmerized by the firmness in his hand. "Can you tense it again?" Without hesitation Damon gave him what he asked for, this time flexing even greater. Keegan sat there, rubbing away, desperate to go above the knee and although Damon seemed cool with what was happening, Keegan knew it was too early to pounce.

Keegan asked Damon about his gym routine which got the guy started on an endless drivel of how much weights he lifted, how much cardio he did and even what he ate to keep such a fit physique. Keegan nodded along to the spiel, feigning interest all the while still feeling up Damon's leg.

Keegan finally let go. Not wanting his hand to wear out its welcome. He kneeled up, getting to his feet and turned around, hiding his blatant arousal. He nervously lowered his butt to sit on the edge of Damon's bed, hoping he wouldn't tell him get off. Damon didn't even seem to notice as he continued with his gym talk. Keegan's skin itched with nerves, he looked out the corner of his eye at Damon's exposed leg, wishing he would remove the blanket completely.

Fuck, I have to move this along, Keegan thought.

Damon's voice poured out enthusiastically, genuinely enjoying a topic that had all stemmed from one of his favorite things. Himself. When there was finally a break in the one-sided conversation, Keegan took a gamble with his next move. He looked Damon in the eyes who stared back innocently.

Keegan's tongue tossed out a nervous string of words. "You know how you've got size twelve feet."

Damon narrowed his eyes, nodding slowly.

Keegan tugged at his earlobe, scared to finish his sentence. "Does that mean you have a big dick?"

 

Dropped Like A Bomb

Damon said nothing. He just stared with indecipherable emotion. Keegan felt his face burn red and he began to laugh anxiously.

"I've not had any complaints," Damon finally responded in a gravelly tone.

"So it's big then?" Keegan replied.

More awkward silence followed.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Lucky bastard, no wonder you score so many hot chicks," Keegan said in an effort to downplay the intensity in the air from his prying question.

He knew he had gone past a point of no return, so he figured he may as well keep pushing ahead and despite being noticeably awkward Damon hadn't told him to fuck off. "Since you have size twelve feet—bigger than mine—does that mean your dick would be bigger?" Keegan asked in the most innocent tone he could muster. He just hoped Damon would fall for it and think he was that fucking stupid.

Damon frowned, looking confused. He sighed and lay flat on his back. "Fuck, I don't know, Keegan." His face quickly softened and Keegan could tell he felt bad for sounding so frazzled and annoyed for even just a split second. Damon bit down on his lower lip, looking like he was searching for an appropriate answer. "Look, from what I've heard your old man is quite blessed in that department, so I am sure you have nothing to worry about."

Dad has a big dick? This blew Keegan's mind. It was something he had never considered.

"How do you know?" Keegan asked.

Damon laughed. "Well, I don't' know for sure but things a couple of his girlfriends have said at parties would have me believe Matty is not lacking downstairs." He shook his head, smiling at the awkwardness of the topic telling a son his father has a big cock.

Keegan unfurled his lie. "I'm just asking 'cos Tess and me are planning on... doing it soon. It'll be my first time and I'm worried that maybe I won't be up to standard." He made sure his brown eyes shone with pain at the imaginary dilemma.
"We've all been there buddy but look, I promise you'll be fine." He exhaled a soft laugh at Keegan's virgin jitters.

Keegan knew he had a decent sized dick. He had watched enough porn to know how he measured up. It was strange to think his dad had a big one too, sure this made sense but such incestuous comparisons had never entered his mind. A part of him wanted to just rip his own clothes off and show Damon just how big his dick really was but that wasn't the plan. No, the plan was to see Damon's member, then maybe—if all went well—show his own.

The vibe in the room was heavily awkward but at the same time—for Keegan at least—charged with sex. It was this sexual energy pumping through Keegan's spirit that made him cough up what he did next. He ordered his words like an army going into combat. Regimented, precise, aiming for a target. "Would I be able to see yours, just so I know what a big dick looks like in comparison to my own?"

The request dropped like a bomb, shattering any feeling of comfort the room had left. Keegan knew he should have felt disgusted with himself—but he didn't. He longed to see Damon's dick up close so fucking bad, that any pieces of regret threw themselves out the window.

Damon squirmed slightly. He coughed nervously, seemingly unable to speak. Keegan thought he had ruined everything, he waited for Damon to tell him to piss off. Then out of nowhere Damon's hand reached down, grabbing hold of the blanket and pulled it off his body, exposing himself in nothing but the tight hugging black briefs. Keegan's eyes went straight to his bulge, hoping it was growing but he knew Damon was a red blooded ladies' man through and through and that the chances he would be turned on by this odd scenario were next to none.

Damon let out a breath as if urging himself on. He grabbed his undies with both hands, lifted his arse up, lowering them down his legs before bending his knees up and fishing his feet through the holes and dropping his briefs to the floor.

Keegan sat there in awe of this man's bravery. Damon lay before him on display, his nakedness oozed the air of it being an offering. Damon's pale dick was limp but a healthy size, it rested below dark, trimmed pubes. His smooth, saggy balls sat squeezed between his thighs, even in their squished position, Keegan could tell they were big balls. The virility of his package complimented his masculine chest with its carpet of hair, thinning out below his pecs and becoming hairier again below his navel.

"You're pretty big," Keegan exclaimed.

Damon didn't say anything but a smile flashed across his succulent lips, trying not to laugh. Keegan sensed the smile contained an element of pride of being the owner of a decent sized dick. Seeing that Damon still thought this was an innocent show and tell, Keegan knew he could do more. The cum welling up in his balls demanded he do more.

Keegan hoisted his legs up so he was sitting fully on the bed, he tapped Damon's foot letting him know to spread his legs. Damon did as he was told and shifted his feet apart, giving Keegan room to sit between his open legs. He leaned in towards him so his face looked directly down at the handsome soft prick.

"Definitely big," Keegan mumbled.

"Thanks," Damon whispered. His hands were laced together behind his head, exposing the tufts of hair in his armpits. He looked so vulnerable laid out completely naked, legs spread, cock and balls on full display. Without warning Keegan reached his hand out, grabbing hold of Damon's limp dick.

Damon immediately sat up. "Whoa, what ya doing there, K dog."

"Calm down," Keegan snapped. "I just want to touch it and see how different it is to mine," the words came out with more authority than Keegan knew he had in him.

Damon's drunken eyes dropped their sharpness and he gradually lay back down and stared up at the ceiling. Keegan returned his hand to Damon's cock, he curled his fingers 'round its warmth and basked in the glory of how fucking amazing it felt to have another man's cock in his hand. Keegan gave Damon's dick a couple light squeezes, he studied it in detail as if he were a doctor performing an examination. He ran his finger down its flaccid length then gave it another quick squeeze.

Yes!

He felt Damon twitch in his hand, his tool enjoying the touch of Keegan's teenage fingers. Keegan squeezed tighter, he placed his other hand to Damon's balls and rubbed his thumb along his smooth shaved scrotum.

Damon continued to stare up at the ceiling, still not saying a word. It was obvious now his dick had grown a little with the fondling and squeezing. Keegan let go of his dick and ran his hand up and down the inside of Damon's thigh, passing back and forth over the tasty tan line. He continued to grope Damon's balls with his other hand, gently tugging at the saggy sac.

Damon's hand grabbed his arm. "Stop, that's enough," he said, sounding like a parent. The alcohol on his breath wafted up, stinging Keegan's nostrils.

Keegan didn't let go, he stared Damon in the eyes. "Sorry." He dropped his gaze and coughed up a pitiful plea. "Can I please see it hard, so I know what it's really like?"

Damon looked absolutely bewildered, not knowing what to say.

"It's sort of semi already, so it won't take much will it?" Keegan's voice remained polite.

Damon slapped both hands to his face and groaned. "Fuck sake." He laughed into his hands and lay back down. He didn't say no, so Keegan let his hand continue to rub up Damon's hairy thigh, while the other continued stroking his balls. With just the small amount of thigh touching and ball stroking, Keegan was amazed to see Damon's cock grow before his eyes. It wasn't fully hard but certainly more erect than soft. Each time it would twitch and raise then drop down resting a little higher than before. Keegan retrieved his hand from Damon's thigh and grabbed hold of his swelling cock. He felt it pulsing in his palm and with the next squeeze it shot extremely hard, and Keegan could feel Damon's dick's veiny lines.

Keegan tickled the tip of his experiment's cock with his thumb, releasing a shudder through Damon's body. "Do you like that?" Keegan asked. He got no response. He swiveled his thumb around Damon's piss hole, bringing out an even greater shudder. "Do you like that?" Keegan repeated.

"Yes," Damon replied sheepishly, his face still hidden behind his hands.

As soon as Keegan heard that, he knew there was no stopping this.

Hearing the word yes was a huge turn-on, even the way Damon had said it was fucking sexy; a husky mix of pleasure and vulnerability in his voice. Keegan's cock was hurting from being so hard underneath his boxers. He felt his tip begin to dribble a droplet of pre-cum.

Keegan pulled his hand away from Damon's dick and spat into his hand, he placed it back to Damon's fully grown member and proceeded to lube his cock up and down with his saliva. Damon's cock loved the feel of Keegan's slippery fingers sliding up and down. It couldn't get any harder but throbbed like it wish it could grow more.

Keegan took a guess that Damon was seven inches in length with a hefty girth. While not huge, Keegan knew this to be a good size. It was a pretty cock Keegan thought, if you could call a cock pretty.

He wondered how many women had the pleasure of sitting on this beautiful dick through the years, taking in its healthy length and generous thickness. Not that history mattered, because in this moment it was Keegan's teenaged male hand gripping it, bringing Damon unspeakable pleasure. A pleasure Damon probably never thought he would allow another guy to give him.

"Fuck, you really do have a nice cock, Damon," Keegan complimented.

Damon mumbled, "Mmm" from behind his clasped hands.

Keegan smiled at seeing Damon unable to bring himself to watch another guy jacking his cock. Damon's heavy breaths and trembling body couldn't deny the sexual gratification flowing through every inch of his manly body.

"Uh... ahhh... uh," slipped out of Damon's lips in short, sharp bursts. His hands refusing to budge, continuing to block his face. Obviously the fact that he was being tugged by his best mate's son was a shame too great to witness. But it wasn't too great a shame for Keegan to want to inflict. The selfish, arrogant arsehole needed to pay for his sins. He had stolen Keegan's chance to join the club, leaving him embarrassed and with broken pride. A birthday memory he would never be able to forget. Tonight though, Keegan would gift Damon a memory he would never be able to erase and one that would leave him burning with a different kind of shame.

. Keegan let go of Damon's meat, hoping he would uncover his face and look up at him, acknowledging it was someone he considered family, sitting beside his naked, quivering body.

He didn't move.

"Damon?" Keegan said. He didn't respond. "You all right?"

He slowly lowered his hands and inhaled deeply trying to compose himself. "Yeah." He half laughed. "Can't you tell?"

"Yeah he looks pretty fucking happy." Keegan gave his erection a playful slap.

Damon tried to put some authority in his voice. "Well, you've seen me in all my glory, so now you know how we measure up."

Keegan could tell that Damon wanted to hop back under the covers and pretend this never happened. It probably was the very last chance to stop before irreversible damage occurred to any remaining remnants of the family-like relationship they shared.

"Did you wanna see mine?" Keegan asked.

"No thanks Keegan. It's okay," Damon said politely. "I pretty much saw it yesterday, remember? When I walked in on you."

"But you didn't see it properly."

"No. You were too quick with your hands, thankfully." Damon laughed.

"Can I please show you? Tell me if it's okay?" Keegan said, the devil in him sounding like an angel.

Damon ran his fingers down his arm trying to look preoccupied.

"It won't take long, I'll just show you real quick, okay?" Keegan pleaded. He jumped off the bed and stood in front of Damon who wasn't looking at him.

"Okay," Damon sighed, he leaned onto his side with his erect cock pointing in Keegan's direction. "Fucking hell," he blurted at the sight of the tent-pole jutting out of Keegan's boxers. "You're already fully loaded." Damon sniggered.

Keegan cast him a salacious grin. Enjoying being looked at. Damon tried hard to ignore his bulge but his eyes kept dropping to scope out the teenage stiffy hidden by thin material. Keegan pulled off his t-shirt, showing off his slender, smooth frame. He looked down at his chest, impressed by his own tan that glowed sexily under the dim light in the room. He tensed his stomach, hoping to bring out his thin outline of abs for Damon to see.

Keegan ran a hand up his leg covered in its down of fine blonde hairs, he squeezed his dick through the material. "Here goes nothing," he said and dropped his boxers down to his feet.

Even if Damon had been too stupid or drunk to know there already had been a sexual vibe lurking in the room, he was under no illusion now. This was no case of innocent body inspection. Both were naked, both had rock hard cocks.

Damon tried to keep his eyes focused on Keegan's face, desperate to ignore the throbbing cock in front of him.

"What do you think?" Keegan asked smugly.

Damon reluctantly lowered his eyes, he could now see for himself that this horny teenager had nothing to be worried about in regards to cock size. Keegan's cock was just shy of eight inches and thicker than Damon's.

"So...?" Keegan prompted the stunned Damon for an answer.

"You'll break the ladies with that monster, K dog," Damon teased.

"Thanks." Keegan smiled, lapping up Damon's acknowledgement of his big dick. He went and sat back on the bed at Damon's feet, stroking himself to enhance how impressive his dick really was. "You can touch it if you want," Keegan offered.

"Nar I'm all good," Damon replied coolly.

"Oh come on just a little, I touched yours."

The corner of Damon's mouth curled up. He shook his head and laughed as he sat up in the bed and reached across, grabbing hold of Keegan's cock. He gave it three firm tugs before letting go. "Yep certainly a monster cock," he said, not sure of where to look. He wiped his hand on his mattress, ridding himself of any penis trace.

The hand wiping act came across ungrateful to Keegan, cutting at his feelings.

Damon could see the pain in his face so he quickly threw out a compliment. "I hate to admit it but you're definitely a lot bigger than me, mate."

Keegan smiled. "Your cock is really nice-looking though, and I ain't that much bigger."

"I'm not so sure about that. You make me look tiny," he chuckled.

Keegan knew he was the clear winner in the cock contest but Damon's self-deprecating comment was an exaggeration. He glanced over and noticed that Damon's dick had begun to go down from not being touched.

Keegan scrambled to get what he wanted. "Now that we're both hard, we should probably jack off, aye?" His eagerness was written all over his face.

Damon raised his eyebrows. "Umm, I actually think we should go to bed and put this down to a long day okay, K dog."

Keegan knew that with one touch Damon's dick would jiggle and jerk till it was rock hard again. One look at the man's balls and still mostly-hard dick told Keegan that Damon wanted to cum. Keegan wasn't stupid, he knew he had started something that needed finishing and if they didn't do it together then Damon would probably excuse himself to the toilet just to go rub one out alone.

Keegan knew that as soon as he blew, reality would slap him in the face for what he had done—handling Damon's dick in his hand and pushing limits that shouldn't have been pushed. At least if they shot a load together they would share in the guilt.

Sure, Damon wasn't gay Keegan's inner voice told him, but with Damon still drunk anything could happen.

Damon sat there staring at him. He looked like he was about to ask Keegan to get off the bed.

"Have you ever done anything like that?" Keegan quickly asked, before clarifying. "You know, tossed off with another guy... or more?"

"Nope, never. Just not my thing," Damon said staunchly.

"Are you sure?"

"Never!" He shook his head. "Like, I don't have a problem with guys who do that sort of thing." He looked up at Keegan with caring eyes. "And I would never have a problem with you being... you know...like that," Damon's voice was flustered, trying to balance telling Keegan subtly to back off, yet saying it was okay to be gay.

Keegan ignored Damon's attempts at swearing his allegiance to heterosexuality. "So even when you were growing up you never fooled around. I thought most guys had?" Keegan baited him.

Damon went quiet. He dropped his gaze and scratched at his chest hair.

Keegan sensed the bait was about to get a bite. There was something Damon wasn't telling him. He was hiding something!

 

Sinful Moment

"You have, haven't you?" Keegan prodded.

Damon returned his gaze. "When I was about your age I had a friend that... yeah, we did stuff once." He confessed.

"Wow, really?" Keegan said in true surprise.

"Like I said, it only happened the once." Damon sounded defensive.

"So what did you guys do together?" Keegan asked eagerly.

Damon sat up, resting back on his elbows and looked down at his nakedness. He ran a hand through his hair, as if weighing up if he should spill his secret. "I used to go 'round to this friend's house cos his dad had this huge porno collection. We'd watch videos together and one time when I was super horny watching them I said how awesome it would be to find a chick to give me a blow job." Damon stopped talking and chuckled to himself.

"And?" Keegan was hooked in by the tale.

"Well, this mate of mine—total hard case—said if I gave him forty bucks he'd do it for me."

Keegan's eyes bulged at hearing this. "And did you?"

Damon nodded. A guilty smile spread across his lips. "Yep, I was young and fucking horny and I figured it wasn't me with a cock in my mouth, so yeah, I paid him to suck me off."

"Did you like it?" Keegan asked.

Damon laughed. "Not really, buddy. I'm not gay but yeah we put a video on and I watched that while he sucked me."

"Did you cum?"

"Yep, poor Matty choked on it and spat it all over the carpet," Damon laughed before realizing what he had said.

What the actual fuck?

"Dad's the mate who sucked your dick?"

Damon looked dumbstruck. "Yeah... but look we were teenagers, horny fucking kids—just like you are now—and your granddad wasn't rich so I think your dad just wanted cash to buy a couple sneaky packs of smokes. I guess he thought it was easy money and that he was doing me a favor." Damon laughed, trying to downplay the awkward confession.

Keegan grimaced. He shook his head, trying to erase the image of his father with a dick in his mouth. He looked down at Damon's nakedness and suddenly felt jealous of his father. "Was he any good?" Keegan asked.

"He was absolutely crap," Damon said laughing. "Mind you he tried hard for someone who ain't into that sort of thing."

"What are best mates for," Keegan said.

"Exactly. And that stays between you and me this story! Matty would kill me if he knew I ever told anyone, let alone you!" Damon grinned, he appeared to be more comfortable now.

Keegan felt his body shiver again with an urge to act. He knew he was losing control of the situation and that Damon was leading them both away from the sexual territory they'd just about stepped in. It dawned on Keegan that the ultimate player was playing him, worming his way out of a mistake.

Keegan inhaled a brave breath and asked, "Would you let me have a go?"

Damon coughed at the question. "Excuse me?"

"Would you let me suck your dick?" Keegan didn't flinch, he reached out and grabbed hold of Damon's softening cock, letting the man know how serious he was being.

"I really don't think that's a good idea." Damon looked down at Keegan's hand squeezing his cock back to life, his face had a look of fear.

"Why not?" Keegan demanded.

"For one reason, I'm straight. Not to mention you're my best mate's fucking kid." Damon looked annoyed having to explain himself.

"None of that matters, I won't tell anyone and you can close your eyes and just pretend it's a woman sucking you off like you did with Dad." Keegan flicked his finger over Damon's cock tip, knowing this was a touch the sexy hetero enjoyed. Damon's dick pulsed agreeably between his warm fingers.

Damon grabbed him by the wrist, looking him straight in the eyes. "Look, Keegan, we can stop now and pretend nothing happened. Shit, nothing really has happened, just a couple tired drunk dudes goofing around. I know you're just joking." Damon said, desperately trying to defuse the situation. "I know you're not seriously offering to suck my dick." Damon laughed nervously.

"I have your dick in my hand and it's rock hard. So yeah, I'm pretty fucking serious."

Damon let go of his wrist and took a deep breath. He looked around the room as if checking to make sure it was empty. "The thing is, Keegan," he whispered. "Even if, let's say, I wanted a blowjob tonight... it's something once it's done it can never be undone and we would both have to live with that for the rest of our lives."

Keegan nodded. "But you would like a blowjob, am I right?"

Damon nodded his head gently. "Yeah," he said very quietly.

"Then we will live with it." Keegan didn't wait for Damon to respond. He leaned forward and opened his mouth enveloping the head of Damon's cock into his wet, warm mouth. Keegan locked his lips around its thickness, soaking up the taste of Damon's beautiful dick.

Keegan couldn't believe he had another guy's cock throbbing in his mouth. A cock that belonged to someone he had known his whole life, someone he should most definitely not be doing this to. He was actually sucking Damon's dick! The moment was beyond intense.
The moral wrong he was committing just made the moment even fucking hotter. The strangest images came to his mind; all the trips Damon had made through the years, turning up dressed nicely in expensive threads or gym gear. Keegan wondered what his younger self from even just a year ago would have thought knowing that one day he would see what Damon looked like without clothes on, that Damon's trousers covered a salty dick Keegan would one day have in his mouth.

Damon writhed in pleasure at the feel of Keegan's young mouth sucking him so eagerly. His mouth dished out hushed groans and hitching breaths.

Keegan's hands roamed up Damon's hairy thighs, he tugged on his shaved nuts all to help his father's best friend enjoy this sinful moment. He lowered his mouth even further, taking as much of the mature cock as his inexperienced mouth could handle. Keegan let his hands wander up and touch Damon's firm stomach. His hand climbed higher, raking his fingers through the hairy chest of his father's best friend. It was a turn-on to feel such a manly feature between his fingers, no smoothness just raw roughness.

Keegan pulled his mouth free and sucked in a breath of air to sustain his burning lungs, he quickly glanced up at Damon who had his eyes closed, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip, imagining no doubt that Keegan was a hot woman.

Keegan shoved his mouth back down and fed on the sexy dick. He grabbed hold of Damon's legs, pulling, bringing him closer to him. Keegan swayed his crotch to the side and began rubbing his balls and cock against Damon's strong thigh, making sure the straight bastard knew it was a guy who was sucking him off.

As if Damon could tell what it was Keegan was trying to do, he got his own back by gripping hold of the teen's hair, pulling the blond-haired youngster's honey locks tight in his grasp. Damon pulled harder and harder, stopping only a whisker before the hair tugging crossed the line into the realms of pain.

Then, without warning, Damon started thrusting his hips upwards, fucking Keegan's face like he was nothing more than a hole to be used. He held Keegan's head in place, lifting it up and down on his cock, teaching the teen the steady, fast rhythm he liked.

Keegan sputtered on the spit building up in his mouth, he slurped it down, leaving only the taste of Damon's musty cock between his lips.

"Fuck yeah...suck my cock," Damon's words surprised him. Keegan hadn't expected him to be vocal.

Keegan lifted his mouth and mumbled, "Mmm, fuck it tastes good."

Damon promptly shoved Keegan's face back down over his shaft. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he said dismissively. Damon didn't relent and continued fucking Keegan's face with exquisite force. Damon raised his arse entirely off the bed and rammed his dick to the back of Keegan's throat, not giving the teen a choice in the matter. Keegan choked and spluttered before Damon pulled back allowing him to handle more sizeable mouthfuls.

. "Mmm, fuck yeah, suck it, K dog." Keegan groaned in pleasure at the command. Hearing Damon say his nick name turned him on like crazy. Damon's hands let go of his hair and dropped down to Keegan's smooth shoulders, scratching his blunt nails all over Keegan's back. His thrusting movements were gathering pace and his breathing got heavier and heavier.

"Yeah, Keegan. Suck it, buddy." His panting made the words come out short and sharp.

Keegan's jaw began to ache from the vicious mouth fuck. He sucked his way up and down the shaft, and swiveled his tongue around the tip of Damon's cock, sticking his tongue in the groove of Damon's piss slit which released a bitter sweet.

Pre-cum!

The intimate taste of Damon's seed spurred him on and he sucked even more diligently. Soon Damon's cock was leaking pre-cum in healthy dollops, smothering Keegan's taste buds.

Damon bent his legs up and his feet thrashed about as he began to slap Keegan's smooth arse cheeks. He firmly grabbed one of his buttocks, giving it a good squeeze.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Damon gasped. He kept slapping Keegan's arse. "I'm close...I'm really fucking close," he groaned, raising his pitch.

Keegan took his mouth off Damon's tasty dick. "Okay, give me your load. Cum in my mouth." He plunged his mouth back down, sucking, bracing himself for the explosion. He grabbed hold of Damon's hips which felt sleek with sweat.

Damon grunted. "I'm cumming, Keegan," he declared in a loud voice. "Swallow the fucking lot!"

Damon's dick spasmed in Keegan's mouth, two strong twitches before blowing a thick stream of hot spoof along the roof of Keegan's mouth. Damon quickly placed his hands on top of Keegan's head, holding him down 'till he was done with emptying inside him. He wasn't tender. He was rough, making sure he got as much use out of Keegan as possible.

Keegan couldn't believe how much was coming out. Damon's dick just kept spewing semen into his mouth. He kept pressing down on Keegan's head, not letting him go. "Make sure you get every drop. I don't want any on me or the bed." Damon said arrogantly.

Finally, once his dick had no more love to feed, Damon grunted and let go of Keegan like a dirty rag he was finished with.

Keegan lifted his head off Damon's dick and grimaced as he swallowed the enormous mouthful of hot cum. It oozed down the back of his throat, not tasting as bad as he had expected. He licked his lips then bent down and licked the residue still on Damon's knob.

Damon shivered, his cock now sensitive to any touch. He was spent and probably thought he could roll over and get some sleep.

Keegan kissed Damon on the hip. "Thank you."

Damon had a shit-eating grin on his face from the power he had just exerted.

Keegan chuckled. "You're very generous with that stuff."

Damon nodded. "Yeah, I tend to shoot pretty big loads. I hope it wasn't too much for you."

"Nope," Keegan said. He opened his mouth wide showing Damon it was all gone. "I swallowed every drop like you told me to." Keegan smiled, expecting praise.

Damon winced instead, rubbing his face. A look of remorse appeared, probably regretting having just emptied his balls into a teenage lad's mouth, Keegan thought.

"What's wrong?" Keegan asked.

"I just can't believe we did that," Damon said. "I shouldn't have let us do that."

"It's fine," Keegan replied.

"It's not fine. Your parents will fucking kill me if they ever find out." Damon sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "This is some heavy shit, K dog."

"Was I good?" Keegan asked, ignoring Damon's somber view.

Damon nodded. "Yep, you were fine."

"Just fine?"

Damon rolled his eyes, smiling. "Better than fine." He looked up at Keegan. "Honestly, you did a really good job."

"Cool," Keegan said, feeling pleased with himself.

Damon tapped him on the arm. "Now let's get some sleep and we can just pretend this crazy night never happened."

"What?" Keegan fired back.

"I'm drunk, you're tired, we were both horny and I guess it just sorta happened. But it won't ever happen again, so it's probably best we put it down as an experience and move on, don't you agree?"

"I guess so," Keegan mumbled.

"Good man," Damon said calmly.

Keegan shook his head, not happy with being brushed off as a one off. "But what about my turn?"

"Sorry?" Damon sounded puzzled.

"Well I just sucked your dick till you blew your cum in my mouth and I swallowed the lot. Don't you think you should return the favor?" Keegan glared at Damon, he was so horny and still angry with him that he didn't care if the moment descended into conflict.

Damon frowned. "Look, Keegan, it's really late and —"

"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you," Keegan said arrogantly. A sadistic shiver ran down his spine, he craved power in this moment. He wanted to see if he could make Damon feel like a rag.

You don't get to fuck my girlfriend, then fuck my mouth and not return the favor, Keegan thought.

Damon looked like he wanted to yell back at him—maybe even punch him. His eyes bulged angrily at the snotty tone Keegan had used. But he controlled himself.

Keegan knew the guy might be a fuckwit but he wasn't a complete idiot. Damon had just let his best mate's 18-year-old son suck his dick; he had fallen for Keegan's trap and was now very much at his mercy.

Damon stared indignantly at Keegan who sat naked with a still raging hard cock. He reached out and grabbed hold of his young companion's dick and began tugging it. "I know what it's like having blue balls, so yeah, I'll jack you off, buddy. No worries." He smiled, trying to sweeten the mood and show some goodwill.

Keegan grabbed his hand, making him stop. "No. I want you to suck me off like I did you."

"But..." Damon whispered, he looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not gay Keegan, I can't do that." A flash of panic came over Damon's face.

"Neither am I, but I did it."

"You're not?" Damon asked confused.

Keegan shook his head. "I don't know what I am."

"But you seemed so into it."

"What, and you weren't?" Keegan laughed mockingly.

"Keegan, it's one thing to be sucked off, but to actually have a dick in your mouth... that is a whole other story. It's just not in me to do something like that. Sorry." He smiled at Keegan, trying to appease him.

Keegan felt riled with anger, struggling to contain it within himself, but failing. He cracked and let it all out. "Look here. Last night I was meant to lose my virginity to my girlfriend. I have waited fucking years for that to happen and I dunno... I guess I thought it would help sort me out. But it didn't happen did it!" Keegan glared at Damon in disgust. "I know why it didn't happen, and you know why it didn't happen. So as far as I can see you fucking owe me!"

The room fell silent. He waited for an answer. He waited for Damon's next move.

 

Any Hole's A Goal

Damon looked shell-shocked by the annihilation of anger fired at him.

No one had ever seen Keegan truly angry; he just didn't do angry but he sure as shit was doing it right now. He heaved out a heated sigh. "You're not even going to deny it."

Damon looked down at the bed, hiding his face which was dripping with guilt. When he lifted his gaze he shook his head. "I'm sorry Keegan, I really am. I fucked up. I'm a complete jerk."

"Yeah, you are."

"I hope you believe me. I really do feel bad about what I did but I don't know what else I can say."

"You don't have to say anything 'cos words won't do. You just have to suck my cock. Simple as that." Keegan narrowed his eyes and pulled at his dick. "Come on. Just like I did for you." Keegan got a perverted thrill out of bossing Damon around. "If you're lucky I might even let you pop my cherry."

Damon scowled, punching the mattress. "You little prick." His eyes burned like hot embers, while his arm muscles tensed. In his flash of anger, he looked incredibly sexy without meaning to.

Keegan smiled. Damon's tantrum confirmed he was going to give in and do what Keegan wanted. For once in his life Damon would get some of his own treatment, all at the end of Keegan's big cock. The sense of power hanging in Keegan's balance seemed to make him even harder. He shuffled on his knees towards Damon. Keegan's tool jutted out firm, ready to have its needs met. "Are you ready?" Keegan asked in a disarmingly sweet voice.

Damon turned his head away, his lips rolled out a defeated sigh. He leaned himself up off the bed, and copied Keegan's posture by sitting forward on his knees. He started down at the big dick he was about to taste. He gingerly reached out, touching it with his fingers, running them along the underside of Keegan's shaft. The almost tickling sensation gave Keegan goose bumps. Damon squeezed, exploring the young cock in his hand, ever so gently familiarizing himself with where his mouth would soon follow.

Keegan knew the guy was stalling, putting off the inevitable, hesitant to cross a boundary he never thought he would.

Damon swallowed, his Adams apple rising in his throat, he bowed his head down and kissed the tip of Keegan's dick. Damon parted his lips, opening wide, placing the head of Keegan's cock inside his reluctant mouth.

Keegan could feel the warm air in Damon's mouth swirl around him 'till his lips closed in, wetting Keegan's foreskin with saliva. Damon sucked softly, caressing Keegan's shaft with his tongue.

Keegan gasped out loud at the feel of another man's lips wrapped around his cock. He looked down watching the back of Damon's head bob up and down. It was odd to see a man Keegan usually associated with arrogant confidence and power, reduced to being naked with his head between a guy's legs, sucking on a dick. My dick! No wonder Damon had worn such a cocky grin from being serviced. Keegan was beginning to understand why Damon had worn such a cocky grin from being serviced—this was an intoxicating feeling.

Damon's lips had barely taken more than an inch, but he was definitely sucking and doing what he knew he had to do. Keegan ran his fingers through his cock sucker's hair, scratching Damon's scalp in careful circle motions. "Keep it up, you're doing good," Keegan said, sounding as if he knew what a good blow job felt like. Truth was, any mouth sucking him would be considered to be doing a good job.

Keegan felt his cock twitching—begging for Damon's mouth to go lower, needing it to go lower. The horny teen groaned, his dick spitting out dribbles of pre-cum into Damon's mouth. Damon groaned, clutching at the bed sheet from the shock of being fed another man's sexual fluid.

"Did you just taste some of me?" Keegan asked, tauntingly.

Damon gave Keegan a thumbs up without lifting his head up.

Keegan willed his dick to feed Damon more of his dick juice. It obliged, spilling more of his sperm for Damon to feed on if he liked it or not. "Make sure you swallow it, I don't want any on me," Keegan taunted, getting a kick out of using Damon's line against him.

Damon gave another thumbs up. He obviously intended to give the same level of service he had received.

Keegan pulled Damon's face from his cock and lay down flat on the bed. Keegan spread his legs apart, looking up at Damon. "Sit between my legs, it'll make it easier."

Damon didn't fuck about, he shifted to sit between Keegan's tanned legs, dropped his face back down and took Keegan straight back in his mouth. Now Damon was sucking harder and much, much deeper, taking half of Keegan's giant tool in one hungry gulp. Keegan's eyes rolled back as he got lost in such a heavenly feeling. Moans escaped his lips as he lapped up being so thoroughly serviced.

Damon began really going for it, sucking at a swift, sloppy speed. Keegan could hear him slurping, sucking back saliva and all the dribbles of pre-cum—massaging Keegan's fleshy rod with his magical mouth.

The longer Damon sucked on Keegan's dick, the better job he was doing. Keegan enjoyed the way Damon's body slunk low, his neck craned forward to fit Keegan's cock at the best angle. Keegan could tell his older roommate loathed every moment of it which seemed to make Keegan enjoy it even more. Damon noisily sucked away, his tongue lashing with slick licks up and down the young shaft, doing everything he could to earn Keegan's forgiveness.

"Tongue my balls," Keegan instructed.

Damon didn't blink. He simply withdrew his mouth, dropped his face lower and dove in. His pointed tongue licked the fullness of Keegan's hairy scrotum. Keegan gasped when he felt Damon take each ball in his mouth one at a time, sucking till each one was completely saturated.

"Fuck you are so good at this, man." Keegan genuinely meant it. He couldn't believe how talented Damon was with his mouth.

Maybe he's doing to me what he enjoys being done to him? Keegan hypothesized.

"Do you like my dick?" Keegan asked. Damon didn't respond so he asked again, "Do you like sucking my dick and balls?"

"Mmm, yes," Damon mumbled from between his legs. He glanced up at Keegan from his dick sucking position, his green eyes sharp like daggers.

"You're so fucking good at sucking cock, Damon," Keegan said, purposely using his name to sound as condescending as he could. "I think you're a natural at this."

Damon pulled away from Keegan's wet nuts, he grabbed his mouth and spat a stray pube into his hand. "Thank you," he said, then went straight back down continuing with the assigned task.

He could tell Damon wanted him to blow quickly. Keegan was close but he had no intention of feeding a hot load down Damon's throat just yet. The love rat's punishment was only just beginning.

Keegan tapped Damon on the shoulder. "Stop."

Damon ignored him, burying his face deeper and skidding his tongue so low that Keegan felt it slip into the bottom of his crack where it pressed hard and with motive. Damon then trawled his tongue back, licking firmly over Keegan's balls, trying to strike a killer blow.

"I said stop!" Keegan barked. He shuffled back before Damon could trigger his dangerously close orgasm.

Damon pulled his face up, panting for breath. "I thought you were enjoying it?" His voice came out kind and soothing. Keegan knew Damon well enough that the guy had his poker face on.

"I am enjoying it and you got me really fucking close," Keegan said. "But I wanna do more than just oral."

Damon frowned. "Like what?"

"I want to lose my virginity," Keegan said. "Like I was supposed to last night."

"Oh..." Damon mashed his lips together and nodded. "I totally get why you'd want that." He shot Keegan a wry smile, stepped up from the bed and walked over to his luggage bag. He unzipped one of the side pockets and pulled out a condom and a little, purple bottle of lubricant.

"You came prepared," Keegan said, raising his eyebrows.

"I always come prepared," Damon answered, chuckling. He walked back over and sat beside Keegan on the bed. "Look I'm not sure how this will go but if you suck me off again like you did before, then I should be able to get hard again and fuck you." He rubbed Keegan's knee and smiled. "And I can feel honored knowing I gave you your first time."

Keegan laughed at Damon's presumptuousness. "That's good of you."

"I've popped a few cherries in my time so you're in good hands." Damon smiled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Never a dude's cherry admittedly, but I've done anal with plenty of girls."

He stood back up and held his limp dick in his hand, waiting for Keegan to start sucking it. "Come on, K dog. It ain't gonna suck itself?" His joke was laced with contempt. Keegan could see the fervent hunger in Damon's wild eyes—a need to finish this night in the seat of power.

"You are going to give me my first time but I'm also giving you yours," Keegan said.

"True I guess you will be." He laughed. "I've never fucked a guy but I think I should be able to do it. Just close my eyes and do it for king and country," Damon joked.

"No, I meant I am going to fuck you."

Damon's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"It's your arse that is getting fucked. Not mine," Keegan said crudely.

Damon's demeanor lost its cool calm edge. "I don't think that is gonna work, K dog."

"Of course it will work. You told me any hole's a goal remember?" Keegan grinned.

"My hole isn't a fucking goal!" Damon protested. A vain in the side of his neck throbbed, giving away his annoyance at being force fed humble pie.

Keegan shrugged. "I don't like the idea of being fucked. I just don't think it's for me."

"Yeah, and me fucking neither!" Damon shook his head.

Keegan extended his hand out, grazing it up Damon's hairy leg. "Then we have a problem because I am determined to leave this cabin a man." Keegan pulled his hand back and smiled.

Damon stared back defiantly, not saying anything.

"You ARE going to let me fuck you and you will become the first notch on my belt. Otherwise things could get ugly when we get home if you know what I mean."
Damon's body went rigid at the transparent blackmail. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Look, if you do this for me then we're even and no one ever has to know anything that went on," Keegan said, softening his tone. "Can you please just take one for the team?"

Damon's green eyes flickered in fury. "So, Keegan, you're telling me that unless I let you fuck me, then you'll rat me out for the whole Tess thing and some stupid drunken cock sucking?"

Keegan stayed strong, he fought his natural avoidance of conflict and the unpleasantness it could bring. "Yes." He nodded. "That is exactly what I'm saying."

"That's pretty fucking low, K dog, pretty fucking low," Damon grizzled.

"So is fucking my girlfriend on my bloody birthday!"

"Look, if this is just about getting the deed done so you can feel like a man or whatever then how about tomorrow I drive us up to Auckland. I can hook you up with one of my mates. I know tones of hot girls you'd be into." He nodded to himself like he'd solved the problem before adding, "Or a guy if that's what you'd prefer?"

Keegan dismissed the offer. "No Damon. I want it tonight and I want it to be you."

Damon wet his lips. "So, it has to be me, does it?"

Keegan gulped. "Yes."

Damon raised his eyebrows. "Why me?"

"I dunno... 'cos you're sexy, I guess." Keegan didn't sound convincing.

Damon laughed out loud. "Oh, bullshit, Keegan. You can't piss on me and tell me it's raining."

"What are you getting at?" Keegan asked, imitating innocence.

"You just want to get one up on me for fucking Tess. Somehow fuck me over and give me a complex... by actually fucking me," Damon said, giving Keegan an icy stare.

Keegan glared back, holding Damon's accusing gaze. "So what if I do. Doesn't mean that I don't think you look hot."

"Gee, thanks, Romeo," Damon muttered. "I suggest you think very carefully about what you plan to say next, Keegan."

Keegan took a deep breath, searching for the right words but couldn't find them; instead, his hormones spoke for him. "Look, it's just sex. No big deal. No one ever has to know I fucked you."

Damon laughed. "Just sex, aye?" He shot Keegan a crooked smile. "I can assure you, Keegan, sex can be messy and I'm not talking just about the sheets."

"I was hoping it might actually clean up some mess, maybe help make me forgive you," Keegan said.

"It would be nice if it could but sex won't help you forgive me, Keegan." Damon sat down on the other bed, looking like he wanted to be miles away from Keegan.

"Well, fuck you, Damon. Not wanting to even try for my forgiveness," Keegan snarked, knowing exactly how manipulative he was being. "You'll happily take what doesn't belong to you but never give anything in return."

"News flash, K dog. I don't belong to you either! You can't just click your fingers and expect to fuck me."

Keegan flared with spiteful anger. "I can't fucking wait to tell everyone about Tess and what you and I did together. Maybe then you'll stay away and stop causing trouble."

Damon looked wounded by the ghastly words and the emotion attached to them. He leaned forward, exhaling heavily into his hands.

Keegan waited eons for a response. The silence was awful.

Damon dropped his hands to his lap, he looked over at the ground by Keegan's feet. "So you think I'm hot?" he muttered in a pitiful laugh.

"Yeah... I do."

Damon rubbed his jaw, contemplating before thrusting a serious look in Keegan's eyes. "And you swear, on your fucking life, that if I do this, you will NEVER tell a soul?"

"I promise. Like you said, what happens on tour stays on tour."

"You fucking better mean it, Keegan! If we do this, then we're even okay? No more of this sissy blackmail shit. We pop this fucking cherry of yours and we never bring it up again."

"You have my word," Keegan said.

"Fucking hell," Damon muttered as he looked up at the ceiling. He squeezed his hands together and slowly nodded. "Okay, how do you want me?"

 

Dark Places

In an act of sullen obedience, Damon crawled begrudgingly forward on his hands and knees. He planted his face on the pillow, lifting his arse up—assuming the position Keegan had ordered.

Doggy style. Liam had told him it was the best.

Keegan admired Damon's perky arse cheeks. Definitely sexy and firm for a 37-year-old. He sat back and just enjoyed the view. Keegan was in no rush, he wanted this encounter to stretch on as long as possible.

After a whole minute of waiting, Damon raised his head. "What's the hold up?" He swung his body around to sit back on the mattress and faced Keegan. "Have you come to your senses have you, K dog?"

"No. I'm just enjoying the moment," Keegan said.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Look, I'd rather we just got this over with if that's okay with you."

"Well... if it's okay with you I would like to just look for a while. You look sexy as fuck." Keegan leaned forward and patted Damon's knee affectionately.

Damon scowled at the touch. "I would have thought being a virgin you'd be in like a flash."

"You sound pretty keen for me to fuck you," Keegan jabbed.

Damon shook his head. "Not at all actually," he said blankly. "But I would like you to get this over with so we can move on with our lives."

"True, I guess I am pretty hideous," Keegan scoffed.

"You're not hideous, Keegan," Damon said, sounding almost kind. "You're quite the fucking opposite; you must know that."

Keegan ignored the compliment and let Damon continue.

"I'm straight, Keegan. I'm only agreeing to this under the condition you keep your mouth shut about it, about everything that's happened here tonight and I'm hoping this puts me back in the good books with you." Damon heaved and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't understand what sort of things you might be going through but I do know your motherfucking angry with me, and want some sort of twisted revenge. So hurry up and take it so you can feel like we're even."

"I gave you my word, I ain't gonna say anything but you have to let me do this my way," Keegan said, letting Damon know the rules "And I would like it if you go back to the way you were positioned and I will begin fucking you when I am good and ready."

Damon looked like he'd swallowed shit. He wasn't going to risk arguing though. He scraped himself back around on his hands and knees, raising his arse up high, waiting to be taken.

"Good boy," Keegan said in a patronizing voice and patted Damon's arse cheeks.

"Little prick," Damon snarled into his pillow.

Keegan let out a complacent sigh. He stretched his feet down either side of Damon's parted legs, rubbing the sexy fucker's thighs with his toes. Keegan's balls tightened as he sat gazing at Damon's flawless, heterosexual arse that had gone 37 years undefiled.

Keegan lulled forward and stroked the soles of Damon's large feet. He glided his hand up over Damon's heel, taking in the masculine terrain of his toned furry legs and thighs before scooping down and tugging on Damon's smooth balls. Keegan traced his index finger upwards, sliding it through the indent of Damon's moist hairy arsecrack. He did this a couple times, going up and down, grazing over Damon's quivering hole.

Keegan whimpered in anticipation, knowing he was touching the very spot his cock would soon be stretching open.

Keegan bowed his head and kissed Damon on the bum cheek. He brushed his chin along the firm skin, grazing over Damon's crack and kissed the other cheek

"What are you doing?" Damon asked when Keegan began sucking and biting.

Keegan ignored him at first, continuing with his piercing kiss. When he retrieved his mouth and looked down at what he had done, he saw a bright red love bite painted firmly on Damon's left buttock. "I was just marking my territory," Keegan said. He dropped his face back down, biting and leaving a mark on the other side.

Damon with his head tucked down was none the wiser that the cutting kisses had tainted his skin with lingering evidence.

The moment felt spellbinding for Keegan. Right in front of him was a phenomenally, sexy man with his head down, bum up, waiting to be taken. Damon was gifting his tight, virgin arse to him and a large piece of his straight male pride. Only seconds and friction stood between Keegan and being able to join the club and finally lose his long-held virgin status.

In the back of his mind a voice told him how wrong this all was. He blocked it out—too horny to listen to the sensible warning. Nothing was going to stop him from claiming his manhood at the expense of Damon's.

Keegan picked up the condom, ripping it open with sharp, impatient teeth. He plucked out the slick rubber, and placed it to the tip of his throbbing dick and proceeded to unroll it along his thick shaft.

He heard Damon spitting, he looked up and saw Damon's hand snake between his legs, pressing his fingers against his arsehole, lubing himself up for the impending intrusion.

Keegan scuffed his knees forward across the bed sheet 'till he knelt directly behind Damon's waiting, orifice. He picked up the orange bottle of lube, squishing gunky dollops into the palm of his hand and began slathering his shielded shaft with the sticky residue. Keegan used his fingers to gather up the leftover fuck grease, parted Damon's arse cheeks and smothered the sticky mess thoroughly over his hole.

Damon flinched from the gooey coldness. His body shaking with nerves.

Keegan wiped his hands clean on the bunched up blanket at their side, he grabbed hold of Damon's hips and guided his cock forward till it pressed against the hairs of his lover's unchartered opening. He could feel Damon's body trembling under his fingers, bracing itself for invasion.

"Wait," Damon blurted.

Keegan froze. "What?"

"Just be sure to go easy on me!"

"I will." Keegan lowered his hand and gave Damon's arse cheek a reassuring grope. "Are you ready?"

Damon nodded. "Let's roll."

Keegan looked down at the tremendous sight of his dick's tip wedged between Damon's cheeks. With one firm nudge, he pushed the head of his uncut cock just inside Damon's point of entry.

Damon immediately let out a pained groan and buried his face into the pillow. His back heaved with heavy breaths, his feet jerked and banged into Keegan's legs. "Gentle, go slow," he mumbled through a face full of pillow.

Keegan smiled to himself, he scanned Damon's beautiful body from his hands which were balled into fists, down to the man's curled up toes and fidgety feet. He squeezed Damon's hips, letting him know he was about to push again, he ignored Damon's plea for gentleness and pushed harder than he should, forcing his cock another inch inside Damon's strangling hole.

"Fuck!" Damon cried out, punching the mattress with his fist.

"Sorry," Keegan said feebly, he looked down and could see the head of his cock was buried inside Damon's warmness. Keegan's stirring balls began to tighten even more, shrinking from being so horny.

Keegan was already close to blowing but he didn't want to shame himself by shooting so early. He closed his eyes, humming to himself, trying to think of unsexy things like math equations, so he could regather command of his cock.

Damon's tense body began to relax. "Are you done?" He asked, his voice hopeful.

Keegan kept his eyes closed. "Nope, give me a minute."

"Come on, K dog, blow your load in my arse," the words came out breathy and sexy, a ploy to make Keegan climax early.

Keegan slapped Damon's arse cheek. "Shut up. Give me a moment."

Damon laughed arrogantly, but didn't say anything.

Once Keegan had worked out seven multiplied by twenty-two he opened his eyes, happy to be back in the driver's seat of his own orgasm. He started grinding his erection forward, making very little progress due to its wide girth.

"Yeah, that's it," Damon panted, thinking his emasculation was nearing the end.

Stupid bastard. I plan to get more than just the tip in.

Keegan gave no warning, and just thrusted forward, three vigorous pumps in quick succession. The sneak attack worked, his dick sliding in past halfway.

Damon squealed and banged down on the mattress again. "Fucking, go easy I said."

"Sorry, it's nearly there," Keegan lied. He pulled his cock back near the entrance and pushed forward and began drilling Damon's arse with constant steady jabs, igniting an unshakable arse-pounding rhythm.

Damon panted in short sharp breaths, sprinkled with pained grunts. Keegan dug his nails into Damon's side, enjoying the ownership he had of him and this impaling interaction.

Damon's hugging hole's friction felt amazing but it was gradually loosening—each thrust chipping away at his arsehole's virginity. Keegan could see his dick disappearing between Damon's cheeks, he was close to being all the way in. He picked up the pace and slammed with purpose, determined to be balls deep inside his father's best friend.

The shift in intensity didn't go unnoticed by Damon as he began squirming, trying to evade the ferocious fuck being dished out on his behind.

Keegan let his weight fall forward, collapsing atop of Damon's sweaty back. He grabbed hold of his reluctant lover's gyrating arms, hooked their feet together and pinned him down. "Stop, fucking moving so much," Keegan hissed in his ear. He raised his hips and pushed his dick inside as hard as he could, giving Damon no choice but to accommodate his thick cock.

Damon gasped in shock at the feel of Keegan's balls pressing against his hairy arse cheeks.

Keegan kept grinding, applying a constant pressure, making his cock feel at home so deep inside. The conquest was fully achieved and he felt obliged to share this out loud. "Guess what?" Keegan puffed.

"What?" Damon said through gritted teeth.

"You have every inch of my cock inside your arse right now," Keegan whispered in his ear.

Damon lifted his face and grimaced. "You don't fucking say."

Keegan's mind descended to a dark place, a ruthless need to further humiliate the man beneath him. "How does it feel to have another man's cock inside you?" He asked, abusing his position of power.

Damon didn't answer.

"Come on, how does it feel to be fucked up the arse?" Keegan prodded while he lightly prodded.

"Different," Damon answered, holding in obvious anger.

Keegan poured steamy breaths into Damon's eardrum. "I can't believe I made you my bitch."

"Don't be a fuckwit, Keegan," Damon muttered.

"But isn't it weird to know your best friend's son is balls deep inside your arse right now." Keegan pulled half way out, plunging straight back in and kept digging.

"What do you think?" Damon said jerkily. His head bobbing from each fuck pump Keegan supplied.

"I can't believe how good your arse feels, honestly." Keegan dropped his tool's rhythm down to soft nudges so he could speak clearly. "You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Of course I've never fucking done this before," Damon growled from his submissive position.

"You're taking my dick so sweetly I just wondered if you had," Keegan said, reciting lingo he'd heard on seedy sex sites. He licked his tongue across Damon's damp shoulders.

"Fuck you, Keegan. Just get this over with." Damon wriggled beneath him, trying to free his feet but Keegan pinned them down harder.

"It's gonna be weird when you next visit. Every time I look at you I'm just gonna see a man who had a dick up his arse. MY DICK up his arse."

"I'm very fucking happy for you, just as long as you remember our deal and keep your mouth shut!" Damon's muscles tensed, still resisting the conquest.

"You know I will," Keegan snapped.

"Good, and I won't ever tell anyone that you're gay or useless at fingering."

Keegan ignored Damon's only ammunition and returned a low blow. "If I was your age being bum fucked by an 18 year-old with a bigger cock than my own I'd feel so pathetic. Do you feel pathetic, old man?" Keegan licked Damon's earlobe, lashing him with his cruel tongue. "Tell me you're pathetic."

Keegan suddenly felt Damon's strength and tension unravel, his entire body becoming limp underneath him. What the fuck? Keegan stopped penetrating, laid still, soaking up the feel of Damon's hot sticky back glued to his chest. He began kissing Damon's neck, letting his young hands roam the macho man's flanks.

The tiniest whispered confession fell out of Damon's lips. "You're right. I am pathetic."

Keegan was stunned. "What did you say?"

"I'm pathetic," Damon repeated, this time louder.

"At least you can admit it," Keegan said spitefully. "Tell me why you are pathetic?"

"I'm pathetic 'cos I fucked your girlfriend and now you're the one fucking me." Damon said meekly. "In the arse with a cock that's bigger than mine."

Keegan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The darkness in him pushed for more. "Say thank you for the privilege."

"Thank you."

"For?" Keegan prompted.

"Thank you, Keegan, for fucking me with your big cock." Damon said, sounding worthless.

Keegan slid his hand to Damon's hip, expecting a resurgence of resistance. But there wasn't. Damon lifted his stomach up allowing Keegan's hand under to grab hold of his cock. Keegan squeezed it, shocking himself to learn that Damon was semi-erect. What was going on? It didn't matter, Keegan was more concerned with his own cock. He fumbled his hand lower and clutched Damon's balls tightly.

Damon didn't complain, he just lay back down atop of Keegan's hand which kept gripping his balls fervently. "Did you want me to say thank you again?" Damon asked, officially surrendering.

Keegan hesitated. He felt his mood change like the tide, all his anger and darkness receding to wherever the hidden place was it had come from.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt but it's up to you," Keegan said indifferently. He rocked back and forth slowly, regathering his rhythm. With no fight left in his plucky fuck, Keegan was able to slide in and out of Damon with far greater ease as he continued to tug and stretch his smooth sac.

"Thank you," Damon murmured. "Thank you," he said again and again.

Keegan gave his emotional prisoner no mercy, instead, he focused on his own pleasure.

Damon soon gave up his pitiful "thank you's," too consumed by the raw passion being freed upon him.

"Do you like this?" Keegan asked, yanking Damon's nuts.

"Ye-ye- Yes," Damon panted. He closed his eyes, digging his fingernails into the mattress as he fed manly grunts into his pillow.

Keegan made sure he battered Damon's hole, hard as he could, not wanting the love rat to ever forget this night. The night he belonged to Keegan, an act that could never be undone.

Soon Damon's grunts of discomfort were replaced with intrigued sighs the more his arsehole dilated.

Their sticky bodies slathered together through all the perspiration, beads of sweat dripping from their fused frames, wetting the sheets. The room was lost to the smell and sounds of sex. Keegan inhaled its musky scent, amazed how different it smelt to the afternoons spent locked away, wanking alone in his room. Keegan knew he was breathing in a melt of him and Damon—their very own fragrance of fucking. He'd never smelt anything so damn sexy and wondered if he ever would again. Suddenly he found himself craving Damon's lips. He whispered in his submissive lover's ear, "Kiss me."

Damon didn't turn his face at first. Keegan squeezed and twisted his balls harder to get his attention.

"Kiss me, Damon." Desperation seeped into Keegan's dominance. "Please, kiss me!" He had nearly given up hope when Damon turned his face and launched his lips to Keegan's, pressing his tongue forward inside his mouth where they swiveled and locked together. Keegan tasted sweet, traces of whisky still lingering on Damon's lips. They poured erotic groans into each other's mouths as Keegan continued grinding every one of his eight inches inside him.
Damon's hand clutched at his arse cheek, pushing him down, commanding he go deeper inside him.

Damon pulled his mouth away. "Fuck my arse, fuck it till you blow." His eyes glistened with sexy submission.

"You want me to go harder?" Keegan asked.

"You're the boss, K dog," Damon replied dutifully.

Keegan felt his cock twitch at hearing this. The cum in his balls welled up. He ceased with the testicle torture, letting go of Damon's wrecked balls. Keegan slipped his hand up Damon's firm stomach 'till he reached his sopping, hairy chest.

"I'm close," Keegan panted, hugging Damon tight.

"Fucking give it to me!" Damon demanded, he now had both hands grabbing Keegan's smooth buttocks, force feeding his own arse Keegan's uncut soldier.

Keegan jabbed side to side, widening the sexy bastard for all he was worth.

"I'm gonna cum," Keegan cried. "I'm gonna cum inside you." He twisted Damon's face around to kiss him again. Damon opened his mouth wide and obliging. They wrapped their tongues together and Keegan felt an intense trickling stream up his shaft. He gasped in Damon's mouth as his cock shook and twitched violently, dumping a huge load of cum inside Damon's arse.

Immediately Keegan felt his body shivering from the severe release. He lay there riding Damon's rugged breaths beneath him. They both stay still, two exhausted bodies merged. Keegan sighed from the oneness, his arm trapped underneath Damon's chest, their feet hooked together, his young dick buried deep inside his first time.

 

Keegan Andrews

Damon's quiet voice was the first to break the silence. "Is that what you wanted?"

Keegan rest his chin on Damon's shoulder. "Yeah, I think so." He felt dizzy, stunned. He had finally done it, had sex. The room felt like it was spinning as he tried processing what this meant. Keegan retrieved his arm and peeled his body away from Damon's, gently pulling his rubber-wrapped cock out of his older lover's clinging arsehole.

Keegan looked down at the condom, its end was filled entirely with his milky, white seed. He pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. A new darkness rippled through his body.

Oh shit, here it comes.

The guilt of what he had just done rampaged his body, and it wasn't the least bit merciful. He exhaled and stood to his feet, crossing the room and hopped into his own bed.

"Where's my thanks?" Damon asked.

Keegan looked across and in a dozy voice replied, "Sorry. Thank you."

Damon was smiling, the question had been a joke. He stood up straightening out the bed clothes then hopped in to go to sleep.

Keegan couldn't understand how he looked so casual after what they had just done.

After what I made us do. What I fucking did to him!

Keegan sighed in shame. He was amazed how relaxed Damon was acting, like it was nothing. But it wasn't nothing. Not to Keegan. This had been his first time and instead of waiting to do it with someone he loved and who loved him—or someone who at least wanted to do it with him—he had gone and forced a man twice his age into letting him fuck his arse. His father's best fucking friend!

"Shall I turn out the light?" Damon asked. He stood naked beside his bed. His chest hair matted down with sweat, his cock soft and drooping. Keegan wondered if he had imagined the firmness of a semi he had felt in his hand. This just made him feel worse.

Keegan nodded. The light switched off and the room became as dark as his mood. In one moment he had gone from the dizzying heights of ecstasy to the depths of despair. He felt his body break out in a cold sweat and his stomach churned like it wanted to vomit out what he had done. But he couldn't. It wasn't as if Damon hadn't warned him, he had said once it was done, it couldn't be undone. Keegan covered his face with his hands and began sobbing.

Damon's bed squeaked and soon the light switched on. "What's wrong, K dog?" he asked, sitting concerned on the edge of his bed.

"Nothing," Keegan lied. "I'm just being a dick." He tried laughing, downplaying how upset he was.

Damon stared at him, a worried look in his eyes. "It doesn't look like nothing."

Keegan's nose ran and he sniffled. "Nar, I'm fine. Seriously, all is good."

"Come here, dork." Damon said. He crawled back in his bed, shuffling to the far side and held up his blanket.

Keegan blinked his wet eyes, feeling too guilty to move.

"Keegan, just get your arse over here." He patted the mattress. "Come on."

Keegan looked over at Damon who wiggled his eyebrows, encouraging him to join him. He swung his feet out of bed and crossed the floor to go lay down beside Damon. Keegan lay flat on his back, stiff as a board while the blanket lowered covering both of them.

Damon scooped a hand underneath Keegan's back, forcing him on to his side, wrapped his arms around him and hugged him from behind. "Tell me what's wrong? I thought you wanted this?" Damon asked, his voice came out softly, warming the nape of Keegan's neck.

Keegan's throat croaked as he answered, "I did but... what I did was wrong. You know, by forcing you into it. I just lost my virginity to someone who didn't want me and who doesn't love me or think I'm special."

"Hardly anyone has the ideal first time, K dog. Fuck, mine was horrific," he said, laughing to himself. "But you are wrong about something?"

"What's that?" Keegan felt Damon's hand glide up and down his side, trying to comfort him.

"You did do it with someone who loves you," Damon said, planting the most tender of kisses on Keegan's shoulder. "And for the record, I think you're plenty fucking special."

Keegan's heart hummed, Damon's words chasing away dirty shame. "You do?"

"I sure do." He gave Keegan another peck on the shoulder. "And yeah, granted, being fucked by a bloke is not something I ever had on my bucket list but if it was going to happen I am glad it was with you."

"Thanks." Keegan smiled, he felt safe with Damon's arms tucked around him and his hairy chest scratching against his back.

"I gotta say though, you are a sadistic little shit," Damon said, laughing. "But so am I when I get going. You just got to remember where to draw the line is all."

Keegan didn't really know what Damon meant but agreed anyway. "Okay."

"And maybe just maybe I deserved it for sleeping with Tess." Damon's hand climbed up over Keegan's shoulder and tickled his ear before playing with his hair. "I am sorry about that. I was thinking with my cock like you were tonight."

Keegan laughed. "Yeah, they don't make very good choices do they."

"They sure don't." Damon continued twirling Keegan's blonde locks. "For what it's worth, you can do better than Tess if you wanted."

"You reckon?" Keegan laughed.

"Of course. Shit, you scored with me, didn't you?" Damon said, holding in a chuckle.

"Ha, that's true." Keegan kissed Damon's warm arm. "So what happens now?"

A pause drifted between them 'till Damon finally responded. "Nothing. Tonight was an experience we shared—a special one off. Tomorrow we move on and learn from it and just get on with life." Damon's chest heaved against Keegan's back as he took a thoughtful breath. "I'm glad I got to be your first though, Keegan."

Damon kissed Keegan one more time, his lips leaving a damp patch where they pecked.

Keegan felt all his ill feelings towards Damon subside. Years of thinking the man was a dropkick vanished and were replaced with the realization that this city slicker try-hard was just a guy. A man who followed his cock's will too easily. A man who refused to grow up. A man who like everybody else... made mistakes. Just like Keegan had.

Keegan closed his eyes and melted into the love wrapped around him. Things didn't feel quite so dubious now. Tomorrow was a new day and his heart's future was wide open to possibilities. He knew what he was now. He was Keegan Andrews, and that's all that mattered.

Keegan drifted off to sleep, happy and content. He had joined the club his own way.

The beginning...