He let out a choked groan when Matt’s tongue pushed inside him. The door just beyond the flimsy shower curtain opened at the same moment, making Boar still as the fabric floated, moved by the incoming air.
“Don’t stop. I’m gonna be quick anyway,” a woman said.
Boar wanted to protest, he really did, but all he could choke out was a moan. A nuclear explosion could’ve stopped him—maybe—but not someone showering in another stall. Boar grabbed his throbbing dick and stroked it while letting Matt do whatever that tongue magic was.
This, Boar could allow any day.
It was so hot. So dirty. So naughty.
He shot all over the wall, stifling the moans threatening to fall from his lips by biting them hard, but Matt wouldn’t relent, though he eventually slowed down, finishing the rim job by pulling his entire tongue from Boar’s taint to the upper edge of the crack in even strokes.
Boar was still recuperating when Matt rose and delivered a playful slap to his ass. “How about we go somewhere more private?”
Boar turned around, panting and soft like putty. “Y-yeah. Might need a nap,” he muttered, falling into a hug.
His gaze was drawn to the other cock between their bodies, this one hard and ready, and he felt guilty over thinking only about his own pleasure. “But, you know, only after I help you out with this.”
Matt snorted and patted his cock, making it bob. “I have other plans,” he said, pushing the curtain aside. The girl was already taking a shower in one of the other stalls, but Boar still felt odd about walking around naked when she was so close.
Matt offered him a towel as Boar was about to voice his concern. Boar grinned at his new lover and kissed him once more before they left the bathroom. He held the towel around his hips with one hand, and hugged his clothes to his chest with the other. He hoped Matt had his own room, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
He expected to be led back to the room upstairs, but Matt pushed him against the wall as soon as they were in the cold of the empty corridor. “So you never fucked anyone?” he asked, eyes flickering with excitement.
“Wow. Just rub it in, huh?” Boar did laugh though, because the question wasn’t meant to mock him.
Matt’s lips widened in a grin. “I wanna see your face when you top for the first time. Just thinking about it makes my dick stiffen even more than it already has,” he whispered, capturing Boar’s lips in a short but intense kiss. “You wanna do it? Now?”
“N-now? What?”
“I know a guy who likes to bottom. A lot. I could fetch him for us,” Matt whispered, rolling his hips, and the hard dick, against Boar. His body was shivering, and that fact was so insanely hot Boar wasn’t sure what do with the lust still burning inside.
Dad had told him that he’d go to hell, that he’d slide down into a well of fleshy depravity. Boar just hadn’t known it would happen so fast. He wasn’t sliding either. He was jumping head-first.
“You wanna watch me have sex with another guy?” he asked to confirm, cheeks still flushed. Stuck in the concepts of standard heterosexual couples, he’d imagined… he didn’t know what he’d imagined, since he’d just met Matt and had gotten swooped into the tornado of his attention.
“I want us to have a threesome,” Matt said, clearly proud of his idea.
Four days ago, Boar’s head would have exploded at this notion. But four days ago, he’d had much more to lose. “Where I get to fuck the guy?” he rasped, already drowning in the fantasy where he drilled his dick into an eager guy while Matt watched, jerking off to the hot scene.
Matt poked Boar’s breastbone. “Bingo!”
“Is there… something I should know?” he asked, staring into Matt’s green, slightly insane eyes, but he was already nodding anyway. Of course he wanted to fuck someone.
Matt smirked and led Boar’s hand to his cock. They were out in the open, where anybody could see them, but Boar couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to hold this hot, pulsing flesh. “Go up the stairs. My room will be the first on the left. It’s not locked.”
Boar nodded again, mesmerized by Matt’s confidence. This guy was a cannonball wrecking all of Boar’s defences, yet still wanted to storm the castle with the troops.
They parted with one more kiss, and Matt was off, walking with a spring to his step, as if he’d hit the jackpot, not been denied access to Boar’s ass. Maybe it didn’t matter as much as Boar feared.
***
Boar listened to his own frantic heartbeat.
A couple of hours ago, he’d been homeless. A virgin. Now... he wasn’t sure if he was still technically a virgin, but if he was, he’d surely not be later this day. Matt wasn’t just hot for him. He wanted to watch him fuck another guy, and that perspective was both intensely arousing and scary.