The Wingman E5 | I've seen a lot of gay sex this week

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly from the last story…

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“You ready to get fucked?” Kyle says before dipping his tongue between Warren's crack again. 

“I guess I've turned another bottom.” Warren giggles. He's still holding my deflating dick in his hand. The light grip he has on the base feels pretty good post-orgasm. It's when he tries to suck the tip again that it pushes me to get moving. 

“I'm going to rinse off.” I stand up quickly, almost yanking my junk from Warren's hand. 

“Take your time,” Kyle says in between Warren’s cheeks. “Fuck, I love this ass.” 

I picked up my pants and underwear from beside Warren's knee, noticing that his cumshot just narrowly missed getting on my pants. Just a little to the right and I wouldn't have anything to wear home. 

Who knew Kyle liked eating ass so much? The noise of him sucking felt both exciting and embarrassing. I don't know much about gay sex, but I always imagined him being on the “catching” side of things. Not that I fantasize about him in any kind of position!

I think any guy has to admit that a hot shower after dumping a load is kinda the greatest feeling in the world. It feels like whatever tension I had during the day has been internally and externally drained out of my body. All I'm missing now is a good meal and by the looks of it, Kyle didn't get to cooking tonight. McDonald’s it is today then. 

Ah fuck, I didn't grab a towel. And I forgot to turn on his fan too. 

I scrubbed the foggy mirror with my forearm and then looked around the bathroom. Kyle has his own towel hanging on the rack and after deliberating my options (there were none), I decided to use it. We’re close enough that he wouldn't really mind. 

You know, spending so much time with someone, you kind of become nose blind to what they smell like. If you've ever had that experience and want to know, try smelling their towel. As I dried my face, it was really clear. The towel smells just like him. 

By the time I towelled off, the fan had started working and the mirror unfogged fairly rapidly. It was only the edges of the mirror that were still covered when I hung the towel back up. 

“Harder! Yeah! Oh…oh…oh…” Warren’s voice floats through the bathroom door. I turn off the bathroom fan, wondering if I imagined the moans. 

“Oh…mmmMmm…” 

That's definitely Kyle. They're still going at it. So that means I shouldn't head out now. I walk back to the bathroom counter and look at the various products Kyle has. Some of it looks pretty expensive, but I don't think he'll care if I use his lotion. He keeps telling me I need to get some of this shit anyways. 

I slather the thick white lotion over the reddened spots of my chest from the hot water. 

“Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!”

Thump! Thump!  Thump! 

Attaboy. I smile to myself in the mirror while massaging the cream into my arms. He sounds like he's really giving it to Warren. For all the times he's had to sleep in my living room while I banged some chick, Kyle really deserves this. 

“OhhhhhhhHhh…ohHhHh…” 

There's a certain quality in Warren's voice. Something so genuinely primitive and organic. It doesn't sound like he's faking it. It sounds like Kyle is doing something right with that thick beer can of his. 

“OhhhH…ohhHh…” Warren wails.

As I spread the lotion onto my abs, I felt it. The feeling of that itch in the back of my brain when I get horny. 

“Don't stop…oh fuck!” 

“You like that?” Kyle's ragged breath comes through the door. 

Fuck. 

I watch as my cock lifts up from my balls, ticking as the blood floods the shaft. I dispense more lotion onto my hands, rubbing it into my thigh and ignoring my hard-on. 

I can't believe I've gotten sucked off by a guy 3 times this week. Is it 4? Now I'm conditioned to get hard when I hear him moaning. 

“OhhHhh!!!” 

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! 

It sounds like we're nearing the end now. I bend down to moisturize my calves before standing up straight at the now clear mirror. My boner is fully erect, pointing towards my reflection. 

“You ready for it?” Kyle says. 

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! 

“Yeah cum in me! Cum in me!!!”

I rub my hands together, feeling the slickness of the extra lotion that is on my palms. I used too much and now it won't absorb into my skin. With my hard cock straining, I did what every other man would do. 

I started stroking. 

“You ready?” 

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! 

“You're going to make me cum! Ah! Ahh!! AHHH!!” Warren cries out. I stare at myself in the mirror as my hand glides smoothly up and down my shaft.

“Oh fuck fuck FUCK!” Kyle moans out and the thumping stops. “Ahh…ahhh..” The strained whimpers of my best friend made it easy to imagine what he was feeling. I also feel that way when I cum for the second time soon after the first. That intense feeling of contractions with a lot less liquid to buffer the feeling.

Speaking of which …. 

I watch my mouth turn downwards as I crank out another load. I'm not a big shooter so what was left in me dribbles onto my fist and I lean forward so that it would drip down to the counter instead of his bath mat. Just as I expected, the feeling is a lot more intense without all the juice.

Looking up at my reflection, I can't help but think…fuck. 

After I washed my hands, I put my clothes back on and walked out. They were cuddling on the couch, fully clothed, with Warren's  head on the lap of Kyle. 

“Sorry man, I got nothing for you to eat,” Kyle says while twirling his finger through Warren's blond hair. 

“That's alright. I think I'll head out.” I smile politely down at Warren, who is unabashedly eye fucking me. 

“Let's order in. Then we can hang out a bit.”

“Yeah, hang out.” Warren lifts his head from Kyle's lap. “Maybe we could… again.” 

I look up to Kyle and he nods approvingly at me. I guess it's another chance for him to get some if I stay. I've never seen him get laid so much. The man has a glow in his face that only comes for being well-drained.

“Alright, sure.” I sit down further away, on a dining table chair. An awkward silence installs itself in the room and I tap my foot wondering what to say. 

Are we just going to wait until we reload and then do it all over again? I don't even know if I can do it tonight. Do I even want to? 

“You're straight right?” Warren says, now sitting up. 

“Uh huh.” 

“Does it feel better? From a guy, I mean.” 

“Uh…” I look at Kyle again and Kyle puts his arm around Warren's shoulders. 

“Do you want to try anything else?” Warren questions further. 

Sensing my uncomfortableness, Kyle changes the topic to what we're going to order. When Warren goes to the bathroom, Kyle and I finally have a moment to talk. 

“You good?” 

“Yeah, I'm good. You good?” I hate this. I don't hide anything from him. 

“Stay for dinner and then go okay? I don't have any more bullets in the chamber for tonight anyways,” Kyle says, obviously observing my posture. “I owe you dinner at least.”