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Feng Xin’s head falls back against the back of the couch, his body sliding lower to raise his hips up to meet his hand around his cock. For the past forty or so minutes, he has been pacing himself, switching from trailing his fingers along the thick shaft and pinching the swollen head of his cock while he held it tightly at the base. His breath is coming in short gasps, and the corners of his vision are blurry. The lights are dim in the living room, and clothes are scattered around the couch unattended. The ameture film that was put on is still going on in the background, the sound of smacks, moans and grunts filling the air along with the musky scent of sex, but Feng Xin has long since stopped looking at the screen. His gaze shifts between his own hand stroking the thick length of his cock, to Pei Ming’s squeezing his balls with one hand while his cock rests against his abs.
Objectively speaking, Pei Ming is fucking hot.
He has the type of body that could only be carved out of marble. His broad shoulder and trim waist make the perfect inverted triangle. His muscular thighs spread in front of him twitch with every movement of his hand. The heart tattoo at his hip draws attention to the trim hair around his cock. It is a full eight and a half inches when fully hard, the shaft thicker at the base where he trails his fingers all the way up to the head that is leaking so much precum onto his abs.
Feng Xin first met Pei Ming at the gym when he moved to XianJing two years ago. It was a rather overcasted evening and he was just recovering from a breakup. Going to the gym was his attempt at trying to get a hang of his crumbling life. Pei Ming had buddied up with him to show him the ropes. They started working out together, spotting each other and sharing towels and water. Now they are naked in the living room of Feng Xin’s apartment, jerking off together.
“Fuck, that is good,” Pei Ming breathes through his teeth, a grin spread on his lips while his eyes are glued to the flat screen on the wall opposite to him. His hand continues to tease his balls while the other unconsciously reaches between them for the bottle of lube they are sharing.
Feng Xin looks over at the LCD to see the girl being double penetrated by two men who are carrying her between them. She has an arm around each of them, and the camera is angled in a way to show each cock taking turns thrusting into her holes.
“Yeah,” He agrees with Pei Ming.
In the last couple of years, they have watched several films like this— gangbangs, girl-on-girl, bbw, asian, nurses, dub-con— anything they could get their hands on. The first of them was a simple scene with two girls sharing a stud’s dick between them.
They were in Pei Ming’s apartment after their usual gym time, planning to have dinner together to celebrate Feng Xin being offered an employee contract after his probation. They were good buddies by now, and often had food and drinks together in whatever bars they could find, and Pei Ming was dead set on trying to pull Feng Xin out of his shell.
“You’re like a turtle on his shell,” he would flick Feng Xin’s forehead with his middle finger, “one that doesn’t want to turn over. There are so many girls around you! You could have any of them!”
Feng Xin didn’t want any of them. He had loved only once and she was his whole universe. How does one move on from that?
Of course, Pei Ming had a solution.
It was masturbation.
“Just relax,” he had told Feng Xin while he put the DVD into the CD player, “I am right here with you. You just need to breathe and let yourself feel it.”
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Feng Xin tells Pei Ming now, knowing what his reaction will be.
There's a snorted laugh followed by Pei Ming sucking in a breath through his teeth.
“Theres still twenty minutes on the vid,” he reminds Feng Xin, “unless you wanna–”
“Fuck you,” Feng Xin turns away from Pei Ming, back towards his own cock.
After the initial few sessions of them getting comfortable with touching themselves around each other (mostly Feng Xin getting comfortable; Pei Ming just enjoyed the ride) they had picked up the habit of daring each other. Trying to remain silent throughout the time, trying to carry out a steady conversation while at it, trying to stroke themselves at the same pace as the guy in the video— anything they could come up with.
Right now, it's whoever cums first has to give a hand job to the other for the remaining time on the video. Twenty minutes means twenty minutes of Feng Xin’s fingers around the thick girth of Pei Ming's eight and a half drooling inches. Just the thought of it made him have to move his hands to his thighs so that he didn't tip over the edge.
This is one boundary they haven't crossed yet.
Feng Xin glances over at Pei Ming's cock again, just as Pei Ming is looking at his. Feng Xin is significantly bigger, a full ten inches which had required his girlfriend to use both her hands to stroke him while she sucked the tip. Her gentle fingers didn't fully wrap around the shaft.
When Pei Ming had first seen it, he had audibly gasped and cursed under his breath.
“No offence man,” he had found his own reaction hilarious, “but the woman who left that is definitely out of her mind.”
Feng Xin had blushed at that, recalling how it had been differences of opinion which led to Jian Lan breaking up with him. He didn't tell Pei Ming that though, for the man was barely listening to whatever Feng Xin said after that. He was just admiring Feng Xin’s cock.
Like he is now.
“Twenty minutes,” Pei Ming tells him again. Feng Xin knows what he is thinking.
“It's all your fucking fault,” Feng Xin spats at him. He pulls himself back up into sitting a little better, and adjusts the cushions behind his back. Then he uses three fingers to start stroking himself again.
That gets him another chuckle from Pei Ming.
Feng Xin can’t blame him though, he is thinking the same thing right now, even though– much unlike Pei Ming— he is reluctant to admit it.
They have talked about this before. Toeing the boundaries of their sexuality. Pei Ming had brought up the topic after a session once, both of them laying on the carpet in Pei Ming's bedroom.
“This one was so much better than the others,” he was talking about the video. They had watched anal porn that day, where two men had decided that they both wanted to fuck the girls asshole at once. The camera had zoomed in on both the cocks barely fitting inside the little pink hole, the men grunting and groaning while the girl gasped her moans with each thrust. Pei Ming had had a spiritual moment right there and then.
“You came three times,” Feng Xin still had his hand around his sensitive softening cock, “your brain is fried.”
“No, man,” Pei Ming smacked his shoulder with the back of his hand, “ this one was actually fantastic. That guy's cock was as big as yours— and the other one kept stroking it before he put it back in each time it slipped out.”
Since the guy on the bottom was holding the girl's arms above her head, the other guy had to position both their dicks at the entrance. That was something they had rarely seen until then.
“It was a tight fit,” Feng Xin had nodded, recalling having to slow down at the moment.
“Yeah,” Pei Ming grinned at the reminder, stretching out his legs on the floor, “imagine trying to fit in beside a cock like that.”
That was the first time Pei Ming had brought up touching another guy's dick with his own. After that, they had talked about what texture the other guy’s dick must be. Satiny, sure, but the veins on it must add to it. The pulsing hot flesh stick must feel so different from the other average dicks.
That was where they had started thinking about it; what would each other feel like in their hands.
The lust in Pei Ming's gaze right now is evidence of his curiosity.
It's been a while since he has been looking at Feng Xin while they shoot their ropes of cum together. He had started doing it discreetly, but now he is shamelessly leaning towards Feng Xin, getting a better angle to see how Feng Xin’s thumb doesn't meet his fingers around the shaft.
Feng Xin is so close to orgasming. He imagines it; Pei Ming finally crossing the line, reaching over to touch him with his long rough fingers slippery with his pre cum mixed with the lube. He has to close his eyes to focus properly, edging himself again.
A series of smacks is heard from the video and Feng Xin opens his eyes to see the woman now being bent over a love seat, her ass up and blushing red from being spanked and squeezed repeatedly. She’s in a daze, her eyes unfocused and her lips parted while the men begin to pull her hair. One of them lifts her head up to shove his cock into her mouth while another positions himself, the two of them spitroasting the fragile doll of a woman.
Surprisingly, that does something to Pei Ming.
“Oh fucking– no—” his back arches off the couch, his eyes rolling back onto his head while his thighs tense. Thick ropes of cum shoot out of him, the first on flying all the way to his face. Then the next lands on his chest, some of it splashing onto the couch which would have gotten Pei Ming a smack if there wasn't a towel spread on it already. Pei Ming groans as his torso is painted a glistening white with his own cum, the drops sliding down his muscles and settling into the folds of his toned body. He always cums this much, no matter how many times he does.
“Twenty minutes, Huh?” Feng Xin mocks him, his hand resting against his shaft while he watches Pei Ming come down from the high. The man is cursing at him under his breath and that makes it more amusing.
They both know what Pei Ming wants, and they both know what Feng Xin wants, but the fact that Pei Ming actually lost the bet while trying to mock Feng Xin for almost doing so… it makes everything so much funnier than it is. Of course, laughing at your best friend is of course superior to getting a hand job from him.
“It's all your fault,” Pei Ming lifts his hand off his cock to look at the thick viscous cum dripping off it, “you and your ridiculous third leg.”
“Hmmm it's so fucking easy to point fingers,” Feng Xin shifts a little to fix his sitting position. Sitting forty minutes on this couch while constantly edging yourself is difficult.
“Ill slap your smug face one of these days,” Pei Ming knows even as he says it that it's an empty threat.
He wipes his hand beside him on the towel and closes his eyes for a moment. The girl on the DVD squeals as the guy behind her starts spanking her with each thrust. Pei Ming picked out this video himself, saying how it would be perfect for their bet. He did prepare everything for himself.
“Quit yapping,” Feng Xin tells him, “or you want to pay up?”
“Pay up my ass,” Pei Ming rolls his eyes and groans as he pushes himself to sit up, “you are not getting any money out of me—”
With that, Pei Ming lowers himself onto the floor. With him actually on his knees, Feng Xin realises that he's actually serious about doing this properly. He bites his lip, wondering how long has he been planning for this? They didn't talk about doing any of this. They just know. Pei Ming knows he doesn't only want to touch Feng Xin’s cock. Feng Xin knows he doesn't want Pei Ming to just use his fingers from a distance.
“This is insane,” Pei Ming voices the thought in Feng Xin's head. It sure is insane. With Pei Ming on his knees beside Feng Xin’s leg, his face looks small in comparison to the cock. Pei Ming's eyes widened seeing it up close like this. His eyes zero in on the pillar like it's covering the sky for him.
“You fucking brought this on your self,” Feng Xin reminds him. Pei Ming set the conditions, and he made sure this happens. Anything that he said now or any reluctance that he shows is all acting to make it look like it wasn't all planned.
Pei Ming glares at him like he is offended but it doesn’t last long. Feng Xin watches him swallow his words, his lips trembling with his breath. Pei Ming’s eyes fall to Feng Xin’s cock again and he reaches up with one hand to touch it.
Feng Xin can’t hold back the sigh that escapes him at first contact.
“Fuck–” they both curse in unision. Pei Ming’s fingers feel rough as he drags the tips along Feng Xin’s cock like he is measuring it in his head. The cock twitches at the touch, a thick drop of cum forming at the tip which Pei Ming scoops up with his fingers.
It is painfully slow, but Feng Xin bites his lip and lets him take his time. He wants Pei Ming to get acquainted with the meat stick before he does anything else.
“Look at you, so excited,” Pei Ming says as if he himself isn't turned on by all of this. If he was a girl, Feng Xin would have considered picking him up and bending him over for it.
“You’re wasting time,” Feng Xin reminds him, pointing behind Pei Ming at the video that is still going on. The girl is now in full nelson, being drilled by two dicks with her knees touching her head. “Just admit that you’re a chicken and—”
“I am not chicken!” Pei Ming cuts him off. His fingers curl around Feng Xin’s shaft to prove the point.
Just like that, they’re both once again focused on what they’re doing.
Feng Xin finds himself spreading his legs as he slides down the couch again, allowing Pei Ming to settle between his legs. Like this, Pei Ming doesn’t have to twist his wrist weirdly.
His fingers quickly figure out what to do with Feng Xin’s cock. It is, after all a penis even if it is a few sizes bigger than his own. He squeezes the shaft at the base with one hand while massaging the head between his thumb and two fingers, feeling it twitch and leak in response.
“How does this fit anywhere?” He voices his thoughts outloud.
The idea of fitting his cock somewhere makes Feng Xin have to clench the towel under him. Pei Ming’s mouth is, after all, right there. And the way he is in awe, he doesn’t close it, his lips parted and his throat bobbing each time he swallows his drool. It has been a long time since Feng Xin has been sucked by anyone, and so the temptation has increased tenfold. They have already come so far, a little slip past Pei Ming’s lips…
“It doesn’t,” Feng Xin tells him. It is a tragedy really. Jian Lan always said it hurt her too much if Feng Xin tried to push it past a certain length.
“That’s…” Pei Ming licks his lips, his eyes lifting to Feng Xin before they zero in on the cock again, “unfortunate.”
“Yeah,” Feng Xin agrees with that. It is unfortunate before he wouldn’t know what Pei Ming keeps describing when he says buried to the hilt, and balls slapping against her.
“A thing like this…” Pei Ming continues, leaving the head of Feng Xin’s cock to grab the lube, “It would make the best whores gag for sure.”
“I haven’t tried,” Feng Xin reminds him about his inexperience. No one other than Jian Lan has ever tried to suck his cock, and Jian Lan could not take it past the head.
“You should,” Pei Ming squirts some lube directly onto Feng Xin’s cock, making him hiss at the coolness of it against his warm skin. Pei Ming uses his fingers to spread it all over him, heating it up with his palm afterwards. Now that his hand slips over Feng Xin’s cock, it doesn’t feel so calloused.
“I’ll think about it,” Feng Xin assures him, because right now he can’t think of anything else. After tossing the lube aside, Pei Ming brings both his hands to wrap them around Feng Xin’s cock and starts stroking him with a twist of his wrist each time he pulls up.
It is like some toy massaging Feng Xin’s cock for him while he lays back.
That is not good seeing the fact that there is still enough of the video left, and he has been edging for longer than he can remember right now. He has no control over the sounds that escape him. He has to physically restrain himself from jerking his hips along with Pei Ming’s hands around him.
He decides to look at the video while Pei Ming does his work. The girl is being pushed to her knees now and the men are gathering around her. They pull her hands to place their cocks in them while one of them grabs her hair to fuck her mouth. Two of them who wait jerk their dicks while they watch. There is makeup streaming down the girl’s face but there is a grin on her lips as she moves from one cock to another. She is eager to milk them all.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” Pei Ming tells him. There is a thick vein in Feng Xin’s cock that creeps up the underside. “You’re so horny.”
“You can’t back out,” Feng Xin cannot have Pei Ming pull away from him now.
“I am fronting in, man,” Pei Ming assures him. He picks up pace with his hands as the grunts on the video start getting louder. All of the men were getting close to ejaculating, arranging themselves so that they could take turns cumming on the girl’s face.
Feng Xin can feel his thighs tensing up, the pressure building up behind his balls and at his core again. This is proof that he is nearing the edge now.
“Don’t fucking dare stop,” he warns Pei Ming. He needs this to continue the way it is, exactly at this pace, just along the edge. Any more, and he would lose himself. Any less and he would lose this high.
The girl on the video is now deepthroating a rather short yet thick cock, looking up at the owner like she is begging him to cum. She has pretty eyes with her lashes so wet and her mascara streaks down her cheeks.
“Oh fuck–” Feng Xin gasps as Pei Ming adds another stimulation to his stroking. “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck–”
“Eh?” The sound reverberates through Feng Xin’s dick as Pei Ming’s tongue presses against his frenulum. It is wet and soft and all so different from his fingers.
It sets something on fire inside Feng Xin.
His hands automatically come up, and his fingers bury themselves in Pei Ming’s hair. He is going to hold Pei Ming right there with his warm breath and his tongue tracing Feng Xin’s cock while his eyes lock with Feng Xin’s.
Feng Xin is superaware of the wait of his cock, feeling it smack against Pei Ming’s tongue with every movement. His hips move involuntarily so that his head is coating itself in Pei Ming’s drool. His fingers continue to jerk him while he laps up all the lube mixed precum from the cock, threatening to throw Feng Xin over. It is a very real threat. Feng Xin knows already that he is a goner.
“I’m gonna cum,” he is gasping his words, “Pei Ming! I’m gonna cum!”
“ ‘OO ith” Pei Ming tells him with his tongue still sticking out. He is going to milk Feng Xin. The way his eyes sparkle at the idea is all the proof Feng Xin needs to see.
Do it.
On the TV, the man pulls the girl's lips off him with one hand and angles it, while the other strokes his cock hard and fast, pushing himself over the edge.
“Fuck!!” Feng Xin feels his toes curl and his thighs stiff as he feels the cum being squirted out of his balls and onto Pei Ming’s tongue. He feels it all the way up in his neck, his eyes rolling up in his head with it. He is using Pei Ming’s hair to keep himself grounded, pulling it as close to his cock as he can while Pei Ming squeezes him to pull every thick rope and drop of cum out of him. It lasts for ages, as far as Feng Xin knows, shooting so much cum he doesn’t know where is it coming from. Pei Ming is receiving all of it, all over himself, all the while pulling more and more like the greedy guy he is.
“Oh my fucking god,” Feng Xin finally breathes when his balls are finally empties and his whole body has felt the electric shock of an orgasm. He opens his eyes to see the men on the screen continue to take turns emptying their cumsacks on the pornstar, and then on Pei Ming with his tongue licking up the glob of cum trailing down Feng Xin’s shrinking shaft.
The sight of him makes Feng Xin curse out loud again.
Pei Ming has cum all over his face— his lips, his chin, his cheeks and nose, even in his hair. He seems to be in a daze as he continues to lick Feng Xin’s sensitive cock. Feng Xin lets go of his hair so that he can move, but Pei Ming does not pull away. He just puts his head against Feng Xin’s thigh.
“You taste salty, man,” a smirk forms on his glistening lips.
From Feng Xin’s vantage point, Pei Ming is just behind his cock. All of a sudden, Feng Xin understands those who keep pictures from when they have sex with other people. He wanted to take a picture of Pei Ming right now. The way Pei Ming is looking at him, he seems to be posing for it too.
“You look like a slut,” he tells Pei Ming instead. That gets Pei Ming’s smile to widen.
It isn’t as much as the cum mask the girl in the DVD is wearing, but Pei Ming is definitely painted with it.
“And whose fault is that?” Pei Ming chuckles at him, “You came like a geyser bursted open.”
He did. Feng Xin has not felt this drained in a long while. Almost like his soul left him with all that cum.
“I need a solid nap after this,” he puts his head back against the couch. Pei Ming hums in agreement. Only, he has to wash up before he can nap, and Feng Xin has to fix and toss the towel in the laundry.
They silently agree, then, that they will do it later when they have regained a little energy.
And then maybe think of a round two while they’re at it.