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E3: You Wanna Hang Out? | Before the Date
🕑 Added 2025-07-13 04:31:52 +0000 UTCIt was a little past 11 when I got a text on my phone. It must have been Ethan. Ethan: my man wanna hang out?
This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
Recap: Ethan found Leo again a week later, this time in the gym showers. Said the blowjob helped him last longer with his date and wanted another round. Leo hesitated, but Ethan knew exactly how to push. What started as a “bro favor” turned into something rougher, deeper, filthier. Ethan face-fucking Leo under the water, leaving him soaked and dripping. Before leaving, he smirked and said, "Might need to call you over if the date doesn’t go well."
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It was a little past 11 when I got a text on my phone. It must have been Ethan.
I quickly checked.
Ethan:
my man
wanna hang out?
emily fucking cancelled. bitch
There was a pinned location along with the texts. No explanation. He just assumed I’d come. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, heart already picking up. Well, he was right. What he didn’t know or maybe he did was that I would’ve shown up no matter the time, no matter the reason. If it meant tasting his cock again, I’d be there. He didn’t have to explain. Didn’t even have to ask. Just drop a pin and wait.
I got up without thinking, grabbed my keys, and was in the car within minutes.
His apartment was exactly how I expected. Dim, lazy, half-clean. TV glowing across the living room, low porn sounds playing over shitty speakers. He didn’t get up when I knocked. Just shouted, “Yo...It’s open.”
He was on the couch. Gym shorts. Nothing else. Legs spread. One hand on his thigh, the other holding a beer. Porn full-screen on the TV. Loud. Messy. Some guy railing a girl from behind. He looked over his shoulder. “Bro, I hope it’s not too late. I texted her right after I left the gym...was fucking horny. But bitch cancelled.” He turned back to the screen, still scrolling. “Now I’m just sitting here, trying to get a nut in, and I thought... might as well text you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re already hard? I just sucked you off like an hour ago” I glanced down at his shorts.
He laughed, looked down at himself, and rubbed the bulge lazily. “Fuck yeah. Been thinking about fucking a tight pussy all night.” He nodded at the TV. “Damn, look at her ass. So fucking huge.”
His hand was already working his crotch, slow and casual.
I smirked. “Fuck it. Pass me a cushion for my knees?”
He grabbed a cushion from the couch, tossed it down between his legs like it was nothing. I knelt on it as he leaned back, tugged his shorts down to mid-thigh, and spread his legs wide.
His cock flopped out, already thick and dripping.
“Anyways,” he muttered, eyes on the screen, “your throat does a better job than any chick’s.”
I didn’t say anything. Just leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, tasting pre-cum and sweat. He groaned low, hand resting on my head like it belonged there.
The porn moaned on behind me. Wet, sloppy sounds from the screen blending with mine. I took him deeper, letting spit spill out of my mouth as I sucked, tongue circling the head, then flattening beneath the shaft.
He shifted his hips slightly, easing in deeper. I gagged once, then relaxed my throat and let him slide in all the way.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Gag on that shit, bro.”
His eyes stayed on the screen, watching some guy rail a girl from behind while he fucked my mouth with slow, lazy thrusts like it was just part of the background noise. His hand tightened in my hair, the other stroking his thigh. My jaw ached. My throat burned. My own cock throbbed untouched.
“Damn,” he muttered, voice thick, “the video makes it easy to forget you’re a dude.”
Then he stood up. His shorts dropped to his ankles with a quiet thud. I shifted on the cushion, tilting my head up to meet him. His cock stood fully hard now; thick, flushed dark, veins bulging along the shaft. A string of pre-cum clung to the tip, stretching, then dropping to my lip as I stared.
He gripped my head with both hands, fingers threading tight into my hair. His abs tensed above me, muscles flexing as he angled his hips forward.
“Go deeper, bro,” he growled. “Fuck... I want you to drool the fuck on this cock.”
Then he pulled my face onto him with a jerk. His cock slammed past my tongue, hit the back of my throat in one wet, brutal shove. I gagged, blinked up at him, and he didn’t flinch. Just stared at the porn playing on the screen, both hands locked on my head, holding me there like I was just another prop in his jerkoff routine.
“Yeah… just like that,” he breathed. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
Spit poured from my mouth. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It ran down my chin, slicked my neck, pooled at the base of his cock. He liked it. I could tell. He started thrusting, small tight pumps that made my nose slap against his abs.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he laughed. “Good boy.”
My throat ached. My knees burned. But I stayed there, breathing through my nose, letting him use my mouth like it was a fleshlight. The slaps of his hips got louder. His moans, deeper. “Open wider, buddy,” he muttered. “Don’t fight it. C’mon. open up that throat.”
I tried to respond but my mouth was full of his cock. Just drooled harder, tongue pressed flat under his cock as he fucked in deep, heavy, harder each time.
The porn kept playing...wet sounds, fake moans, a girl choking on camera while I gagged in real life. He laughed at one point. “Damn, you might suck harder than her.”
He pulled out once. Slapped the tip against my cheek. A line of spit snapped from my lip to his cock. He smeared the head across my mouth. “Open.”
I opened. He shoved it back in. This time he didn’t stop. He started thrusting faster, rougher and more controlled. Full-on face-fucking me like it was a pussy he wanted to fuck. His hands gripped tighter, his breathing turned ragged, and even as my throat burned, I let it...welcomed every inch of it.
I felt him move closer to my face, grinding forward like he was trying to close the last inch of space between his cock and my throat. My face was buried in his crotch, nose pressed to his skin, barely any distance left between us.
“Fuck… deeper… deeper, man.”
I grabbed onto his waist for support, fingers digging into his sides. He took that as a green light and started thrusting harder. The slap of his hips against my face got louder, wetter.
“Ah-ah-fuck-ah,” he moaned, every sound more raw than the last.
Spit was pouring down my face, thick and stringy, soaking my chin, neck, chest. I was a mess. His cock kept hitting the back of my throat like it belonged there.
He glanced at the TV, still playing loud in the background. The girl onscreen was bent over, taking it rough. “Bro,” he said, voice low and breathless, “you think you could take it in the ass like she’s doing?”
My mouth was full of his cock. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even try. I’d been fucked before. He didn’t know that. Not yet. But a cock like his? I’d never taken anything that big.
And the way he was looking at the screen, then down at me like he was wondering how deep he could fuck me..
He was already thinking about it.
And I might just let him try.
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Comments
Ivan
So hot!
Jay D
Nice, I love this series great as always 🔥
