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The reservation was for 6:00 and it was 6:31. Granted, the restaurant was a block over, but Ollie should not have been waiting for an hour for Kimi to exit his apartment. He raised his fist to knock for the fifteenth time at his best estimate. Not to mention the countless doorbell rings, texts, calls, and shouts.
Over the years Ollie had gotten used to his friend running on what he called"Kimi Time." Seemingly a few minutes later than the clock the rest of the world ran on. Yet this time it felt ridiculous. They agreed to meet 30 minutes prior to hang out and then mosey over to the restaurant, but that had gone out the window.
Ollie's frustration with Kimi had morphed into a subtle anxiety that grew stronger the longer he went without an answer. He was crossing his fingers that Kimi was fast asleep and didn't take an unfortunate slip in the shower.
"KIMI!" Ollie yells loud enough to perk up the ears from neighbors. "I'M GOING TO BUST DOWN THIS DOOR!"
In a flippant attempt to get inside, the Brit lazily turned the door handle. To his shock, and partial horror, it was open.
Ollie's heart sank. He stared at the crack in the door, letting his mind connect dots that didn't exist. He rationalized that if there was some sort of burglary, Kimi's neighbors would have for sure called the police or heard the commotion. This thought calmed him down.
If Kimi was safe inside, Ollie was going to lecture him about the dangers of not locking his door.
"Kimi?" The Brit called out down the long entry hall. Ollie cautiously stepped inside, letting his feet patter gently on the hardwood floors. He walked down to the kitchen, scanning around for any sign of Kimi. As he moved on to the living room, he was relieved that there was no sign of a break-in.
Ollie stood with his hand on his hips listening to the low hum of the air conditioning, making sure he hadn't missed anything. His ears picked up on another sound underneath the buzz, almost like someone was speaking.
Ollie followed the sound back down the hall, tracing it back to Kimi's room. He held his ear to the door to listen in. The sound was too faint for Ollie to identify from outside. Deep down he knew Kimi was inside.
The Brit cautiously turned the cold brass doorknob, wood creaking as he pushed in. Through the small slit, his eyes widened. Kimi was sitting at his desk against the adjacent wall of the room, giving Ollie a quarter view of his friend's back. The LED lights that wrapped his room like crown molding were set to red. In front of the Italian was his computer fitted with double monitors. On his screen was porn. But not just one screen, both as well as on his laptop, tablet, and phone gripped in his left hand. The cacophony of sounds produced from the devices was overwhelming, a mix of moans and smacking. A bottle of lube, used tissues, and two pocket pussies line the desktop. Ollie's eyes trailed down beneath the desk to Kimi's pants around his ankles.
"Geez, Kimi!" Ollie shouts. His mind is telling him to shut the door, but his body freezes.
Kimi spins his chair around, his right hand firmly grasped around his cock, which glistens in the crimson light and excess lube. He keeps pumping with his lidded eyes and a faint smile across his face. His lips drip with saliva that streaks his chest along with dried cum.
"Sorry...I d-didn't realize the time." Kimi says lazily, his eyes blinking like he was waking up for a nap.
"Mate this is disgusting." Ollie says, unknowingly stepping deeper into the room. "I was worried something bad had happened! And stop jerking off!" He tries to look away, but can't for some reason.
"Wait, I'm close, I promise." Kimi locks eyes with Ollie, his breaths deepen.
Part of Ollie is upset that they're missing their dinner reservation, but the other part is glad. Endorphins rush to his brain and blood rushes down to his cock, flipping a switch in him. He starts to palm himself through his jeans, inching closer to his friend.
"Wanna help?" Kimi asks in his dazed state. His eyes shift to the porn playing on his phone then back to Ollie.
To the Brit, it's not even a question. His body's initial reaction of disgust was gone now that he was staring at Kimi's cock shining in the red light. What was inside him now was curiosity.
"A blowjob?" Ollie asks, ready to drop to his knees at the slighting indication of a nod.
"I was thinking I could bend you over." Kimi suggests.
Ollie did not have to be asked twice. In a flash he was stripped down, accidentally ripping a button on his shirt because he was in such a rush. His shoes were aimlessly kicked away as he scurried over to the desk.
The Brit braced himself by the forearms. His face is inches away from Kimi's laptop as the Italian's right fingers curled under his hips. He looks around the desk, getting a closer look at the pocket pussies that have been practically broken in half and leak cum. Despite the number of tissues there are splatters of cum all over in various states of drying.
"I don't think I even need lube." Kimi groans in ecstasy as he presses his slick tip against his pink hole.
Ollie whimpers as the tip presses inside. "How long have you been at this?"
Kimi's mind lags as he tries to recount the day. "I got up at 8 to do my workout, then I just sat down and gooned."
"Gooned?"
"Y'know, just jerking off for hours. It makes your head feel fuzzy and your dick even better."
"You're joking right?"
"Not at all. You should try it out sometime."
Ollie shakes his head. He turns around to see if Kimi has some sort of hysterical grin on his face. He doesn't. Rather, his eyes are glued to his phone, still propped up in his left hand. The cool light of the device brightens his face in the red backdrop as he slowly thrusts.
"Are you seriously watching porn while you fuck me?" Ollie stammers.
"I'm not fucking you. I'm masturbating." Kimi's eyes don't move.
"You're having a laugh right now, aren't ya? Your dick is clearly in my ass."
"I'm using you like a pocket pussy."
Ollie turns back to the two damaged pocket pussies on the desk. His eyes widened. "You better not be that rough with me." He points to the one that's nearly split in half.
"Don't worry. You're much tighter than those toys, so it's difficult to fuck you like that."
Tighter than the toys? Ollie will gladly take the compliment.
The Brit clenches his ass, tightening around the Italian's thick, greasy cock.
"Hey, relax." Kimi coos, instantly detecting the grip.
"Nuh-uh. You're gonna have to earn it, gooner. Treat me like your pocket pussies, I can take it."
"You’re so tight though. It might hurt." Kimi voices his concern.
"Clearly you didn’t worry about hurting your pocket pussies before."
Kimi hummed, taking it as a challenge. He wasn't going to show his new toy any mercy. His hips quickly accelerated, increasing the pace to a brutal onslaught despite the tightness. The desk shook under Ollie as his ass was pounded. The room quickly filled with the familiar wet squelching and porn moans that Kimi had been listening to all day.
Ollie kept his head forward. His eyes were quickly overwhelmed by the wall of porn in front. Various videos and body parts ramming into each other creating so much noise he could barely think straight.
"You're the best pocket pussy ever." Kimi groans, rolling his head back.
"Yeah? You like my tight little plastic hole?" Ollie teases back.
"I fucking love it." Kimi squeals as he can feel his cock on the verge of exploding already. His hips start to slow down, trying to save himself.
"Oh c'mon. You gotta be harder if you wanna break your favorite toy." Ollie's hand flies around to spank his own ass. "Harder. Harder."
Kimi can't resist the temptation. He picks up his pace again, slamming into Ollie while focused on his phone. This time around, his hips flick upward slightly after each thrust, nailing Ollie's prostate with pinpoint accuracy. He mutters some Italian words under his breath, before spanking Ollie.
The Brit rocks his hips back, still clenching tight. He's made it his mission to make Kimi cum. The constant force against his prostate had made him harder than he already was. He slips one of his hands down to stroke himself.
"Breed your pocket pussy. C'mon do it mate."
Kimi mumbles some more, his head crawling into the euphoric sense he's been trapped in all day. Ollie truly was better than any of his toys. So tight, warm, alive; the exact things a toy cannot recreate.
His lower lip starts to tremble as he feels the familiar force of an orgasm building below his waist. Before he can warn Ollie, he feels his cock release inside.
"Oh fuckkk..." Kimi groans, his hips slowing to a stop as Ollie's tightness milks him dry. He keeps his cock buried inside, finally shutting off his phone and wrapping his arms around his friend's waist.
The Brit releases a loud moan, feeling his walls filled with spurts of cum. His legs shake underneath him, threatening to give out.
The Italian pulls his desk chair back with his foot and sits down with Ollie still on his cock. He slips his hand around the hand already pumping on his shaft. "Just watch porn and keep stroking."
The pair work passionately on Ollie's cock, stroking with both hands gripped on tightly.
Ollie squirms from the touch, overstimulated from the flurry of events. He can feel his mind start to slip as he listens to Kimi while watching the devices on the desk.
"Just keep watching. Focus on your pleasure, on our hands on your cock, on the warmth of my chest on your back." Kimi coaches.
Ollie couldn't avert his eyes from the screams. As the overwhelming pleasuring of his cock grew, he understood why Kimi locked himself away all day to do this. He just kept watching, letting his mind empty as the sounds of porn filled his ears.
"C-close." Ollie mutters, feeling his precum leak over his fingers.
"Keep going. Keep pumping." Kimi whispers in his ear.
His warm breath sends a wave of goosebumps across Ollie's skin. He whimpers, suddenly shooting his load. Ropes of white rain down over his and Kimi's hands, with the rest spilling onto his lap and the ground.
"Oh my-" Ollie huffs to catch his breath. "Fuck. Fuck. That felt so good." He whines.
Kimi laughs. "See? I told you."
The Brit leans forward to stand on his wobbly legs. Kimi's load leaks out onto the Italian's spent cock. Ollie turns around, leaning back on the desk.
"So I'm better than one of these?" Ollie lifts up one of the pocket pussies, holding the jiggling silicone as it leaks onto the floor.
"Definitely better." Kimi nods, reclining all the way back in his chair. His eyelids gently close as he wears a wide smile, reminiscing on the pleasure.
"I take it you're too tired for dinner?"
"Mmhmm." Kimi nods.
"I'll order in some pizza for us, but you're paying."
"I guess I deserve that for standing you up on accident."
Ollie smiles back. "I was mad at first, but it seems like a pretty good reason to miss out on plans."