The Wingman E7 | I got caught with my dick out

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly from the last story...

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“It's not what you think…” I grab my crotch with both hands. Kyle has already seen all of it (more of it in the last week than our whole friendship) but I did it anyway. Natural response I suppose, for getting caught mid-cumshot. This hasn’t happened to me since I was still living with my parents.

The crestfallen look on his face and his slumped shoulder said it all. 

I fucked up.

“Kyle, buddy, it’s just…” It's just what? I'm literally caught with my fucking dick out. 

Without saying a word, Kyle turns around and goes back into his room. It was like waiting for thunder after lightning; a second later, the door slammed shut with a huge THUD!

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath and looked at Warren, still on his knees in his underwear. Oh yeah, underwear. I pulled mine back up, soaking up the remnants of my cum on the inside. 

“I'll talk to him. Relax.” Warren stands up to face me. The wet spot in front of his underwear is propped up by his bulge. “You didn't do anything wrong.” 

Didn't do anything wrong? I just got my dick sucked by my best friend’s date. The bro-code has to be in effect still, even though they're gay and I'm … 

“It happens more often than you think.” Warren calmly picks up my glass of water and chugs the rest of it. “You don't mind, right? I mean, I've had a lot more than your spit in my mouth.” He winks. I look at him in disbelief and then past him where Kyle's room is. Warren sets down the glass and walks down the hallway. 

I watched him open the door (it was unlocked, which is a good sign, I think) and go in. 

Should I have gone in first? He's my best friend. This guy has known him for all of 3 days. 

I walked quietly down the hallway until I stood in front of his bedroom door, and I tilted my right ear towards the wooden frame. 

“...my friend…” I heard Kyle's muffled voice.

“...sex…I want…” I strained to make out what Warren was saying. 

“....Curtis.” That word was clear as day. Then, the voices started getting louder and louder. 

“... I told you I wanted to… you knew…” 

“... my friend! You should ask before…fuck…”

“We’re not even dating! You …he wanted it too!” 

He, referring to me. Did I want it too? 

I did. I let it happen. I could’ve stopped it. But I didn’t. 

The first part of Kyle's sentence was all muffled but I heard the end. “You dumb fucking slut.” 

My mouth dropped open at that. Kyle is a sweet guy that barely cusses as it is. He must be really pissed. 

THUD! 

I jump backwards at the loud sound emanating from the door. Anticipating Warren to come out, I quickly scan around for a place to hide. The bathroom? 

“...ah…” A pained moan floats through the doorframe. 

Wait, what? 

“...you goddamn slut…” I hear clearly through the door. Thud! The sound came from higher up the door this time. 

“Yeah, you want it? You can never get enough dick. Worthless piece of shit.”

“MMmM…ah!!!” Warren whines on the other side of the door. 

“Shut up! You love my dick!”

“Oh! Oh my god! Ah! Ah!”

“If you weren't such a slut, I would…”

THUD!

“...feel…”

THUD!

“...bad!” 

“Oh… my …fuck!” Scratching noises on wood came from higher up. “Oh god… uh! UH!!!” Warren’s voice became strangled. 

“Tell me you want it,”  Kyle hisses.

Fuck. 

“Uh…Wann…” 

“What's that?” Light thud at the door. It sounds like both their faces are right at the door. 

“Ay… Wan…it…” Warren gasps out. 

Thud! Thud! Thud!  The wood of the door trembles in front of my face. 

“Oh…mMm…Mmmm..mmmm…”

“You want… Curtis to fuck you…like this?” Kyle says with effort. 

“No! I want you to fuck me!”

“Liar!” 

Thud! 

Thud! 

Thud! 

I put my hand on the door, experiencing the vibration traverse my palm and up my forearm. 

Thud! 

Thud! 

Thud! 

“Ah! Ahh! Oh my …ah!” 

Thud! 

“You want him.”

Thud! 

“Because you're a dirty slut with no respect.”

Thud! 

“Im going to fuck you so hard, you'll be wide open for him.” 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! The vibrations increased in frequency after his last sentence. 

“Oh fuck… oh fuck….” Warren wailed loudly. 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! 

“Are you… going to….cum?” Warren’s voice broke with each impact. 

Even I could tell that Kyle was about to cum at the rhythm he was going. It was a finishing kind of rhythm. 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! 

“Ahh..ahhh..ahhhhhhHHHHH!!!” 

“Yes! Breed me!” The scratching on the door starts again. 

“Oh god you! Fuck! Oh… ohh… oh…”

“Pump it all in me… pump it all in…” Warren’s hungry voice cooed. 

“Oh…oh….oh god…ohHhh… Kyle's voice borders the line between pleasure and pain. “Oh…oh…ah…fuck….”

I let go of the door, remarking the sweaty handprint I left on the wood. I go into the room that I slept in, and lay on the bed. 

Thump thump… thump thump…. thump thump… thump thump… I listened to my own loud heartbeat while I processed everything I just heard. 

I can’t believe I spied on their fight and I can’t believe they started fucking. 

I can’t believe I stayed. 

I reached down and groped the reason that I stayed. It was a lot less sensitive having already blown a load this morning, but still a good solid boner for round 2. I stroked, letting the sounds and dialogue of Kyle’s and Warren’s fight replay on a loop in my head. 

“You want… Curtis to fuck you…like this?”

“You want him.”

“Because you're a dirty slut with no respect.”

“Im going to fuck you so hard, you'll be wide open for him.” 

I could still feel the vibrations of the door on my palm. I let the sound of the thudding echo in my head until I matched the rhythm with my fist.

Would I fuck Warren?

The image of his bubble butt eating up my cock flashed in my head. The way his blond head would turn back and look at me with those hungry eyes while I drilled him the way Kyle does. 

“Oh…” I breathe out and release what’s left in my balls into my fist. The relieved feeling set in quickly and the sleepiness even quicker. I was out after I wiped my hand on my underwear. 

I awoke to a knock on the door. Sitting up quickly and then covering my cumstained boxers with a blanket, I shout out, “Yeah?”

The door cracks open and Kyle pops his head in. He looks serious, but not angry. “Can I come in?”

“It’s your house, dude.” I sit up further, pulling my legs to the side of the bed. “What’s up?”

Kyle closes the door behind him and then sits on the bed next to me. 

“I need you to fuck him.”

I blink my eyes in grogginess. I must have heard wrong. 

“He’s never going to stop thinking about it until he’s tried it. Just do it once and then he’ll be over it.”

“Okay…” I rolled my eyes. “I ain’t that bad of a lay.”

“You know what I mean!” 

“I actually don’t.” I looked at my best friend seriously. “I don’t know.. If I want to..I mean I want to, if it’ll help you, but I don’t know if I can.”

“You haven’t had any issues up till now,” Kyle shrugs, looking down at the blanket I refuse to take off my legs. “I’m starting to think you’re a little into it.”