New Muscle 2: Grin and Bear it
The whirr of the treadmill soothed Myles' frayed mind. Work was getting to him, his investigation into Kash was proving annoying and fruitless. He hated seeing the disappointed look on Mason's face when he either told him a lead he had was a dead end or that he had nothing to report. He was slowly becoming aware of how deep his feelings actually ran for him. Even after meeting Cameron he knew he should be happier, he had three dates with him in the space of six days and they always ended in ball busting amazing sex, he knew his underlying feelings for Mason was holding him back from going all in with Cameron.
In truth Cameron was perfect for him, he had the chiselled body he liked, the tanned exotic look, more importantly he was sane and grounded, it was just a bonus that he could match his alpha male level of fucking. He tried to shake off the clouds in his mind and ramped up the resistance on the machine. He was dripping with sweat as he continued to run, he tried to focus on tonight, Cameron was going to stay over and they were going to have a quiet night in. Myles had no doubt that it wouldn't stay quiet for long. When he felt his cock spring up and put pressure on his tight running shorts he knew it was time to shower.
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He had just cracked his first beer when he heard a knock on his door, after the gym he showered and jogged home to quickly tidy up the place. He was not used to hosting the same guy more than twice and despite himself wanted to make a good impression. He looked through the peep hole to double check that it wasn't a tenant who didn't read his "Off Duty" sign that he had placed on all the entry doors. His heart gave a jolt as he seen the state that Cameron was in.
"What's wrong?" He said as he opened the door quickly.
"I am sorry Myles I was trying to keep it in on the bus over here but as soon as I got to the door I just couldn't anymore."
Myles placed a muscular arm around him and guiding him to the counter. He handed him his beer and went to turn down the stir fry he was cooking them both.
"It's my friend, he says I owe all this rent but I was under the impression that he was doing me a favour, I came home today and all my fucking stuff was gone, he won't tell me where he put it. It's literally everything I fucking own Myles." Cameron said, his voice breaking, he made eye contact with Myles before bursting into a body shaking sob.
Myles stomach lurched, he hated seeing anyone he cared about in trouble or distress. He knew that he intimidated strangers with his giant muscular build, long flowing hair and beard, but deep down he had a big heart and would do anything for anyone.
"Take a deep breath and start at the beginning." Myles said as he placed a hand on Cameron's broad shoulder and began to rub it soothingly.
"I meet Jeff on a gym social media page a few months ago and we did the whole online flirting thing, it was just banter to start with then we exchange nude pictures."
Myles stomach flipped, he was annoyed to find that he was jealous of Jeff even though he himself had been bollock deep in Cameron only a few nights ago.
Cameron took another swig of beer, Myles was rubbing both of his shoulders now.
"He suggested that I come down here when I returned from travelling, I had nothing to do back home and decided that I would, I had a feeling that Jeff had fallen for me but I told him straight up that I didn't have those same feelings for him, all he would say to me is 'give it time and you will'. I came here about ten days before I met you, I bought all my own groceries and stuff and even cooked for him, I tidied his unit and slept on the couch but every night would be the same song and dance, he would say good night and then hover around the bathroom door as I was getting ready for bed, then he would try to convince me to share his. I just felt really uncomfortable and I stupidly borrowed money off him for a suit for an interview. "
Myles tutted and shook his head, he fucking hated people who took advantage of others who were in a bad situation.
"I didn't get the job in the end," Cameron continued as he wiped his face, "So it just all snowballed from there, I just knew that if I gave in and slept with him that it wouldn't make any difference, if anything it would have made it worse."
"You did the right thing, don't worry I will help you and we will get all your stuff back, you can crash here for a few nights." Myles had heard enough, his brain switched into protective mode and he knew then that he deeply cared for Cameron, he had only known him a short while but he liked to think he was a good judge of character.
Cameron shook his head in disbelief, his shoulders sagged and he fumbled with his hands.
"Grab a beer from the fridge and I will dish up the dinner, then we can talk about what we are going to do and forget about it for the night. Sound like a plan?" He asked with a grin.
"Sounds perfect." Cameron replied as he got off the stool and went to get a beer, he handed one to Myles and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Myles."
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They spoke about Cameron's situation for about an hour, Myles subtly got the address and Jeff's description out of him without being obvious. They watched some stupid reality television show, making out during the commercial breaks. Myles enjoyed cuddling nearly as much as fucking, it was really good for him to have company. He didn't realise how lonely he had become, his life revolved around work, the gym and recently Mason. He had been paid to look out for him and had failed miserably but he was determined to make it right no matter what. He hadn't seen or heard from him in a few days and decided that he would ring him in the morning to check in, he hated not having any update on Kash or Channing.
He looked down at Cameron as the show ended, he was asleep on his chest, a small line of drool snaked from his mouth and rested on Myles' vest. He gently pushed his face of him and placed a pillow underneath his head, he grabbed the throw he kept on the back of the sofa and d****d it over his waist. Cameron moved a little but didn't wake. Myles slipped on his sneakers and grabbed his car keys as quietly as he could, he tiptoed to the door and snuck out not making a sound. He took a deep breath as the door closed behind him, he didn't want to chicken out from the task at hand.
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He typed in the address he had gotten of Cameron in his phone and drove the twenty three minute drive, he was lucky there was no traffic this late at night or else he would have turned around long ago. Myles hadn't decided to do what he was about to do until he looked down at Cameron's sleeping face, he hated the injustice of it all and convinced himself that if he stood up for him and got his possession back then that would ease his guilty conscious and erase the thoughts he had about Cameron not being good enough.
He took deep breaths as the lady on the navigation told him that he had reached his destination. The apartment complex looked dank and dirty, old garden furniture littered the flower bed out front, Myles could see all the moths banging against the bright orange light over what he assumed was the entrance. He quickly scanned the index outside and found the apartment number. He walked up the stairwell that smelled of piss to the second floor. He could hear the tenants in one of the apartments screaming at each other, dogs howled in another unit. He wondered how Cameron stuck it out here for as long as he did. The thought of him living in this squalor and then getting his items stolen was too much. Myles zipped up his black hoodie and tried to make himself look as imposing as possible as he knocked on the door.
He knew it was late at night but in this area he didn't think people kept to normal hours. Sure enough after another round of knocking he heard what sounded like cans been kicked over and someone swearing loudly.
A bald man in his late thirties answered the door, he was wearing a pink singlet and navy shorts, all of his skin glowed red as if he had spent the day baking in the sun. Myles thought he was attractive in a rugged man's man kind of way, he had dark rings around his eyes but that only added to his butch look.
"What you want?" He asked abruptly, squinting in the bright light of the corridor.
Myles couldn't believe for one second that Cameron could know someone like this man let alone stay with him.
"I am sorry I think I have the wrong unit. Do you know if a Jeff lives on this floor?"
"Yeah that's me, what you want?" He asked looking questioningly at Myles.
Myles looked over Jeff's shoulder and could see that the unit was a squalor, dirty dishes and garbage were strewn on the counter top that he could see, the stench of beer and cigarette smoke nearly made Myles gag.
"We have a mutual friend and I am here to collect his property, then I will be on my way." Myles said calmly.
"I never seen you before buddy, how'd you think we know the same people?" Jeff asked slurring his words.
"Cameron told me he stayed at this unit on your couch. Is that correct."
Jeff looked confused for a few moments before recognition dawned on him.
"Oh that little prick tease. Figured he would move on to a younger model as soon as he could. Little bitch owes me money. "
Myles clenched his fists when he heard the disrespect.
"Not according to Cameron, now if you could pack up his things I will take them and leave, no drama needed."
"Don't have them on me right now." Jeff said with a condescending smirk.
"Well when can you get them? I trust they will be exactly as Cameron left them. I would hate to have to involve the authorities over something that I am sure two grown men can solve easily."
"I see that little punk did a number on you too, he spread his ass cheeks for you yet. Well listen pal you are not special to him, I seen his kind come and go over the years. Sob story one minute then your left high and dry. Do yourself a favour, you look like a nice dude, kick his leech ass out pronto. He is nothing but trouble."
"Jeff," Myles' spoke calmer than he knew he could, his blood was boiling, "Just get me his belongings and he will be out of your life for good. Can you do that for me?"
"As I said I don't got 'em."
"Where are they then?"
"In storage, I had a feeling he would pull some shit like this, not man enough to come back here cos he knows he's in the wrong."
Myles could tell that he was getting nowhere.
"Anyways, that little prick owes me over six thousand dollars."
"I doubt you pay six thousand dollars rent here in a year, how could he supposedly owe you that much?"
"I have loaned him money for this last year, I paid for his trip and his flight, I have emails and voicemails to prove that it was a loan. He is not getting anything back until I see my money. "
Myles took a deep breath and sighed. He had not expected the conversation to go like this, he imagined coming in here and being all tough, being Cameron's knight in shining armour, but now he was beginning to second guess himself and his relationship with Cameron. He tried to think quickly about what to do.
"Have those emails and voicemails ready I will be back in the morning. Have the key to the storage nearby as well just in case you come round."
He turned and walked away he heard Jeff shout down the corridor after him.
"Looking forward to it sexy, don't fall for his shit."
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Myles slammed the car door and sped off in the direction of home, he was half way there when he decided that he needed to go to the gym to clear his head. By the end of the session he had come to the conclusion that Jeff was just as toxic as Cameron had said, a small voice in his head warned Myles not to be so trusting of him until he found out for sure. He didn't want his loneliness to cause him heartache down the road. He quickly abused the machinery and showered off. Cameron was sitting at the bench when he returned home.
"I woke up and you were gone."
"Yes I got in an impromptu session in the gym. You eaten yet?"
Cameron hopped off his stool and walked towards Myles who was setting down his gym bag. He was wearing soft grey shorts. They could barely contain his meaty thighs, his six pack glowed in the pre dawn sun.
"I was hoping we could have breakfast in bed." He said flirtatiously licking Myles' ear.
Myles jerked away, Jeff's words were ringing in his ear. Could Cameron really have used Jeff and taken all that money? There was no way he could find out unless he confessed that he went behind Cameron's back and meddled.
"I am just going to nap, I have something to take care of before work. What are your plans?"
Cameron stepped away, a wounded look on his face.
"Look for places to live I guess, maybe hit up a few second hand stores see if I can throw together some sort of wardrobe. I have an interview at eleven as well. That prick took everything, I should have grabbed more before I left."
"You try and contact him at all?" Myles asked as he pulled off his sneakers and socks.
"No, I am afraid to message him, he has a really creepy habit of twisting things. Two days ago I asked him could he get me some bread in the store, he said yes if I kiss him. I thought he was joking so I replied sure. Then he comes home and demands his kiss before he gives me the loaf, I refused and he fucking threw it in the bin, right in front of me. He then showed me the message I sent him but twisted it out of proportion so much that I knew I had to leave. It was one of the lowest points in my life eating that bread out of the trash can Myles."
Myles just raised his eyebrow and shook his head. He kind of regretted getting involved now and felt bad for doubting Cameron, when he called over to see Jeff later that morning there would be no more mister nice guy.
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Jeff's complex was worse in the daylight, Myles caught a glimpse of himself in the cracked double doors, he had decided on wearing a black hoodie and shorts and his red high top sneakers. He had napped and showered and told Cameron he would see him later and good luck with the job interview and bolted out the door. He didn't like lying to him but couldn't see any way to avoid it this time and if there was even the slightest chance that he could get all his stuff back then it would make up for what he had justified in his head as a white lie. Jeff's comments were still running through his mind.
He hadn't felt this way about a guy in years and wasn't sure if he could take it if it turned out that Cameron was a leech. Myles always relied on his judgment of character, he could tell if a new applicant was going to be a good tenant or not after their interview for the complex. The city council always complimented him on how smooth he ran it all. It pained him to realise that he was still on the fence about who to believe.
He knew Cameron seemed to have a good heart by the way he spoke but Myles wondered why he bothered to take Jeff's offer to stay with him in this shit hole. Was Cameron really that desperate?
On the other hand Jeff hadn't appeared to be the most stand up guy Myles had ever encountered but something about their last meeting struck a chord. His brain was still going a mile a minute before he realised that he was outside Jeff's unit. He lifted his hand to knock but the door opened before he made contact.
"So you came back, I wasn't sure if you were going to, I thought that a guy that looks like you would have his choice of anyone and wouldn't be doing the dirty work of a sponge like that Cameron."
"I am doing this as a favour to my friend that is all, now if you have his stuff I will be out of your hair."
Jeff ran his hand over his bald head and shook it in irritation, his skin had lost its red glow, his eyes looked rested. Myles looked at him properly now that he was in natural light. His build was that of a rugby player, he was muscular but was short so everything about him seemed compact. He was bare foot in long grey shorts which made him look squat, his yellow singlet showed off his impressive guns. On any other occasion Myles would have looked at him differently but as he was feeling irritated everything bugged him.
"As I said I didn't think you would be back so not everything is packed up. I trust that your 'friend' gave you the money he owes me?"
"I am not interested in that, that is between you and him if it even happened."
Myles could feel his anger boiling, the talk of Cameron being a con artist was making him feel foolish, he just wanted the belongings and then to get out of there.
"Oh it did, have a look at my phone if you don't believe me. You may as well come in, I don't want you clogging up the hallway."
Myles took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
"I don't have long so can we just get this moving."
"I want to move on from that bastard as well, trust me. "
Myles walked into the unit and couldn't believe it, it was completely different from the night before. The place smelled of lemons and was spotless.
"You had the cleaners in?" Myles asked.
"No, I finally finished cleaning up the fucking mess that Cameron left, honestly I cannot warn you enough about that guy, started off all nice and shit then his true colors came out, one sob story after the next. I feel for it hook line and sinker."
Myles found it very hard to believe that Cameron had left the house in the state that he had seen it the previous night. The smug, knowing look on Jeff's face made Myles take a breath, his anger rising again, even though the windows in the unit were open the room was still very hot.
"Where is his stuff?"
Jeff didn't seem to be listening he was scrolling through his smart phone.
"One second. I will show you the..."
"I fucking told you I didn't care about the emails."
"Chill out man, I am doing this to help you. See!"
Myles found himself slipping over the edge, he didn't like this man goading him, he felt foolish being reprimanded by this stranger over Cameron ,who had become the smallest beam of light in his dark tunnel as of late.
"Here it is." Jeff said, ignoring the impatient tone of Myles' voice.
Myles grabbed the phone and looked at the screen, at first glance he could see some interaction between Jeff and Cameron but nothing stood out to him that would back up either of their claims, it was all very vague. He then scanned through the last few mails and seen that Cameron had sent him nudes, the tag lines on the messages did seem to suggest that he would sleep with Jeff. He had had enough.
"The fuck is this, this is nothing," Myles lied trying to hide his embarrassment, "Now give me Cameron's stuff so I can leave. I am not going to ask again."
"What do you mean it's nothing? Here let me show you, there is more." He went to retrieve the phone but Myles grabbed his wrist. "Damn your strong, I see why Cameron picked you next, he likes his muscle guys."
Myles was surprised by the reaction, he let the wrist go and tried to shake himself mentally, he didn't know what had gotten into him lately. It appeared that Cameron had worked the same magic on him, that thought made him even more pissed but he was too far in to just forget about it now.
"Sorry, I just want his stuff and you keep fucking me around."
"Don't apologise, it's been a while since a man grabbed me like that."
Myles glanced down and seen the outline of Jeff's prick jutting against the grey shorts. Jeff's brows creased in thought, he didn't make any motion to hide his boner.
"I'll tell you what, me and you have some fun and I will fucking pack up ALL his shit and forget about what he owes me, you leave here and it is a clean slate for all of us.
Myles stared at him intensely, the silence between them was more charged than Myles expected.
"Listen Jeff, if this was your plan all along."
"It wasn't trust me, this all became a nightmare, people not being who they said they are but I guess that's the pit fall of meeting someone online. I am serious though, you fuck me here and now and we all move on."
Myles didn't know what to think, he had never cheated on anyone before but had to admit that Jeff's proof cast doubt on him, he didn't even know what to classify what was going on between him and Cameron right now.
"It is up to you of course, I just thought that maybe after all the shit that I would at least get something out of it, and let me tell you, I would take you any day of the week over him." The hunger was burning deep in Jeff's eyes as he took in Myles' hulking frame, rugged beard and his thick mane of hair that was tied up.
"I don't know man." Myles' said honestly.
"I give you a blow job then, no harm in a little head before lunch." Jeff said with a deep laugh, two rows or sparkling white teeth gleaming. "Sit on the couch and relax, let me do all the work, can't say fairer than that."
Before Myles had time to second guess himself, he had left his car keys down on the counter and slipped off his high top sneakers. The carpet of the living area felt great under his bare feet. He sat down on the beige leather two seater, unzipped his hoodie and laid back against the cool leather. Jeff was not far behind him, he placed his hands on Myles' knees and slowly pulled them apart, he began to sniff around his crotch area loudly, like a wild b**st foraging for food in the woods. Myles closed his eyes as Jeff began to lick his growing cock through the material, he placed one hand on the back of Jeff's sweaty bald head and pushed him closer into his crotch.
Looking down on him from this angle, Myles finally began to appreciate how muscular Jeff actually was, he was the definition of a bear from the bald head and hunger in his eyes, to the thick arms and legs, he was built like a barrel. His wide shoulders had a coating of dark hair. His hands slowly moved up both of Myles' meaty thighs, massaging them roughly before finding their way to the waistband of his shorts. Jeff's breathing came in short grunts. He yanked down the shorts and pulled them roughly over his ankles and threw them across the floor, his eyes never breaking contact. Myles's semi hard cock flopped loudly against his stomach, Jeff buried his face into his ball sack and sloppily began to kiss and lick them.
Myles' leg jerked into the air, he ran a hand across his pecks, his ass seemed to melt into the sofa as Jeff licked his shaft up and down, his tongue was splayed wide and the coarse texture of it against Myles' prick was driving him wild, he began to suck just the tip, Myles' foreskin between his lips and he was rolling it back and forth.
"Fuck ya!" Jeff exclaim as he pulled his own vest above his head and behind his shoulders and spat on the now throbbing cock before him. Myles could see that the dark hair continued all the way down his back, the hair that ran down his spine was a darker color. The sight made his balls jump.
Myles put both hands on Jeff's sweaty bald head and forced his prick into his mouth, he was horny now and hadn't expected to be when he first arrived. He placed his hands behind Jeff's ears and began to throat fuck him deeply, Jeff was definitely experienced and barely gagged as the meaty rod slammed into the back of this throat repeatedly.
Strings of saliva erupted out of the side of Jeff's mouth as his face continued to take the barrage of Myles' cock, Myles felt electric, he had a few experiences in the past with Bears but didn't expect Jeff to be as willing to relinquish control. His hands were slipping on the slickness of the bald head, he removed them and placed one behind his head and the other pinching his sensitive nipples. Jeff came off his dick and began to rub his face against it, the drool from his mouth was now smeared all over his lip, nose and chin, he kept muttering 'Fuck' under his breath. He placed one of Myles' balls in his mouth and began to suck gently, his other hand had a firm grip of the shaft and was jerking it up and down slowly, his eyes never left the helmet as the thick foreskin slid up and down over the piss slit.
Myles could feel his back sticking to the couch so he stood up abruptly, he liked the feeling of looming over Jeff, who was still on his knees, a ravenous look in his eyes. Myles' erection was swaying over his face, he kept going to lick it but Myles jerked it away at the last second. A devilish, knowing grin spread across Jeff's face, he had met his match it seemed. Myles grabbed his cock and pulled it up towards his belly button, he rested one foot on the glass coffee table. Jeff leaned forward and resumed his worship of Myles' big dangling bollocks, Myles spat a well aimed logie that landed in the middle of this throbbing shaft, he rubbed it up and down his length then pressed it against Jeff's face. His helmet reached his forehead and glided over his strong nose.
Jeff placed both his hands on top of Myles bare feet and once again took the whole cock in his mouth, he seemed like a man possessed sucking the meaty rod as if his life depended on it. Myles tossed his head back, he felt weak with horniness. The last time he got a blow job this good had been from Mason. The heat in the unit made him sweat profusely, his thick mane of hair was irritating him in the bun so he pulled it out and let it cascade down over his shoulders. He knew that this wouldn't just be a blow job, he knew that he was going to end up fucking Jeff, he was surprised to find himself getting extra excited at the prospect, all thoughts of Cameron were gone from his mind, all that occupied his mind now were how he was going to push Jeff to his limits.
He reached down and took a firm grip of Jeff's chin, he led him back to the counter in the kitchen and instructed him to sit on the bar stool. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out his condom. As he pulled it over his meat stick he looked at the naked form squatting to the red bar stool in front of him. Jeff had his tree trunk sized legs on either side, his erection was pointing down, his average sized balls were squashed against the stool. His muscular arse was as hairy as his back. Myles spat on his finger and rubbed his fuck hole, it too was surrounded by a thick ring of dark hair. It was matted against his cheeks due to the sweat.
"Fucking pound me. I can take it."
"Good to know." Myles replied as he placed his helmet against the back door and rather than easing it in he ploughed straight ahead, ball deep.
Jeff tossed his head back, a mix of exuberance and pain escaped his lips. Myles left his prick inside of him without moving, he could feel Jeff's rapid heartbeat pulsate off his cock. He grit his teeth, his feet were slipping on the cool tiles. He had to stand on his tip toes to get the right angle for the pounding he was going to give him. He placed one hand on Jeff's hip and began to pull him on and off his cock, with his other hand he grabbed Jeff's vest that was strung across his back like a harness.
"That's it." He shouted loudly. "Fucking fuck me!"
Myles' grip tightened and he increased the force and the tempo, his own balls were slapping against Jeff's. He looked down between the crack, strands of hair were stuck to his prick and with every movement they followed like tendrils on a jellyfish floating in the ocean. He couldn't remember ever fucking a guy this hairy, it was a complete turn on. He removed his hand from the hip and used it to slap the hard ass before him.
"Fuck" Jeff muttered as his head began to jostle. He was sliding on the stool, his ass was hanging over it more, he was losing grip, the only thing stopping him from falling off was Myles' thick rod stabbing his cunt.
Finally Myles had enough of the position, he pulled Jeff back and grabbed his chin, he pushed his lips together and just stared into his eyes. He was enjoying this type of fucking, it was what he had done the most when he started hooking up with guys. Nowadays he was into having a proper connection before going to bed with someone but he never forgot the feeling of just having man on man sex.
"On the sofa now." Myles commanded as he rubbed more spit on his cock.
Jeff walked over and lay on his back, he grabbed both his legs behind the knees and pulled them back so just his butt hung over the edge, spread and willing for whatever Myles threw at it or in it next. Myles rubbed his thumb gently against the puckered hoop, it was looking wrecked already. He inserted a finger, it met resistance until he got knuckle deep, he then slid in another two and began to flick his wrist. Jeff's breathing continued to be in short bursts, his face was tomato red and a drop of sweat was dangling from the tip of his nose. Myles increased the speed with which he was twisting his fingers, then he began to jab them back and forth, pre-cum began to ooze steadily out of Jeff's cock.
Myles could finally see it, like the rest of Jeff, his cock was surrounded by a thick bush of black hair, around the edge of the pubes was a tinge of grey, his cock was pink and he was circumcised, jagged edges of foreskin hugged the rim of his helmet. Myles put it about five and a half inches.
He slowly removed his fingers, Jeff's back door stayed open for a few seconds before closing. Myles rubbed his dick against it before entering more slowly than he did the last time. Jeff let go of one of his legs and rested his foot on Myles' shoulder, the sole of his foot was cold and coarse and sent jolts of electricity shooting through Myles' pecks. Jeff began to stroke his cock slowly, his ball sack had stuck to his inner thigh. His body had definition but it was all buried under the hair, Myles could barely see his small pink nipples under the carpet of fur.
His thrusts began to intensify, he placed one hand on his own ass cheek and pushed further and further into him, Jeff's back was stuck to the sofa cushion so his body didn't give any leeway, it was stuck there taking every fucking inch of Myles dick again and again. Jeff closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, Myles felt the muscles of his shit box constrict against his dick so he began to jack hammer him relentlessly. Soon thick ropes of cum shot out of Jeff and landed on his stomach, Myles slowed down as the cum trickled off into a slow stream that ran down the shaft, over Jeff's thumb and pooled amongst the hairy pubes.
"Get on your knees, it's my turn now." Myles said as he moved out of him and pulled off the rubber, it took three attempts as his fingers were wet.
Jeff slowly pried himself off the seat and knelt before Myles, again his hands rested on Myles' bare feet, his mouth was open and his face was turned sideways, he was lapping furiously as Myles jerked himself hard, the bollocks were bouncing high. The throbbing in his prick came quickly, his toes and ass cheeks clenched as Myles snaked his thumb into Jeff's mouth and pulled his bottom lip down, he pushed his cock away from his face and erupted forcefully. His first spurt shot over Jeff's head and landed on the coffee table, the second hit his forehead and ran over his bald head. The rest got him in the nose and lips, he looked like a melting ice cream cone when Myles was spent. Semen slowly slithering down his face, he stayed on his knees breathing satisfactorily. Myles stood over him until his breathing returned to normal and pulled his hair back into a pony tail.
Jeff got up and walked back to the kitchen and opened a lower cupboard and pulled out three black bags.
"That's everything," he replied, he was a lot more calmer and friendly now. "I went to the storage last night." He hadn't wiped the jizz off his face and looked a sight as he stood in the kitchen area.
"Good." Myles replied as he walked to the sofa and began to pull back on his clothes. "I take it that this is the last that either myself or Cameron have to deal with you. I don't ever want to see you again or even hear that you have texted him. Understood?"
"Understood." Jeff said as he made an attempt to wipe his own cum off his chest with a towel but just mashed in more.
Myles grabbed his belongings and the three black bags and left. He didn't even bother to close the door behind him.
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He went to the gym quickly and showered, desperate to get the smell of Jeff off him, He then made the short car ride home slowly, he needed time to think, he had justified what had just happened by thinking that Cameron and him hadn't been dating that long and he did what he did to get his stuff back, and on the other hand he was wising up to the fact that he didn't really know Cameron that well, there was every chance that Jeff was telling the truth.
He apprehensively turned the key in his apartment door, the place was in darkness, a soft light was coming from the kitchen area. Cameron was standing behind the counter with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. Two take away style cloches were on the counter, a thin, long white candle burning softly.
"I have good news Myles. I got a phone call today and have been offered a job, I start in two days." He said excitedly, the relief on his face was visible, even in the candle light.
"That is awesome Cameron I am so happy for you." Myles said, trying his best to hide his guilt feelings.
"I got us something small to celebrate." He said indicating the cloches. "What's in the bags?"
"I have some good news of my own, I hope you don't mind but I went to your friend Jeff's and asked him nicely to give back your stuff, he also agreed to not have any more contact with you."
The smile that had been on Cameron's face vanished for a split second before he extended his arms and gave Myles a big hug.
"Not sure how I met you but I am so fucking glad I did." He said as he kissed his cheek. "Why don't we skip dinner and go straight to dessert." He whispered in his ear.
Myles stomach dropped.
"Just let me clean up first, I have been non-stop since I left this morning."
He set down the bags near the sofa, all the men's health magazines were stacked neatly on the table, all his mail was in the rack and the cushions looked arranged.
"Have you been cleaning." He asked, one eye brow raised.
"Yes all day, I had a lot of positive energy and it's the least I could do since you been so good to me."
"Thank you." He said quietly, he kicked off his shoes and walked down the corridor to the bathroom, the wooden floors shone in the candle light. His heart began to race, he didn't know what to believe anymore, he seen Cameron's smile drop when he mentioned that he had paid Jeff a visit, was he worried that he had been rumbled. On the other hand Jeff had painted Cameron as a complete untrustworthy slob. He placed his head against the door jamb of the bathroom and closed his eyes. His temples were throbbing.
"The place could be a bit steamy I forgot to turn on the fan, sorry." He heard Cameron call out.
"No...no problem." He croaked.
He pushed open the door and was indeed met with a wall of steam, he flicked on the fan and the light switch. As both the fan and the light kicked into life, the scene unfolded before him. There was three sodden towels at the mouth of the shower, the sink had stubble all around the edges, a thick glob of green toothpaste was smeared against the tap. Six different bottles of his product were strewn across the floor and window sill. It was when he seen that the toilet roll hadn't been replaced that he uttered.
"What the fuck?"
In truth Cameron was perfect for him, he had the chiselled body he liked, the tanned exotic look, more importantly he was sane and grounded, it was just a bonus that he could match his alpha male level of fucking. He tried to shake off the clouds in his mind and ramped up the resistance on the machine. He was dripping with sweat as he continued to run, he tried to focus on tonight, Cameron was going to stay over and they were going to have a quiet night in. Myles had no doubt that it wouldn't stay quiet for long. When he felt his cock spring up and put pressure on his tight running shorts he knew it was time to shower.
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He had just cracked his first beer when he heard a knock on his door, after the gym he showered and jogged home to quickly tidy up the place. He was not used to hosting the same guy more than twice and despite himself wanted to make a good impression. He looked through the peep hole to double check that it wasn't a tenant who didn't read his "Off Duty" sign that he had placed on all the entry doors. His heart gave a jolt as he seen the state that Cameron was in.
"What's wrong?" He said as he opened the door quickly.
"I am sorry Myles I was trying to keep it in on the bus over here but as soon as I got to the door I just couldn't anymore."
Myles placed a muscular arm around him and guiding him to the counter. He handed him his beer and went to turn down the stir fry he was cooking them both.
"It's my friend, he says I owe all this rent but I was under the impression that he was doing me a favour, I came home today and all my fucking stuff was gone, he won't tell me where he put it. It's literally everything I fucking own Myles." Cameron said, his voice breaking, he made eye contact with Myles before bursting into a body shaking sob.
Myles stomach lurched, he hated seeing anyone he cared about in trouble or distress. He knew that he intimidated strangers with his giant muscular build, long flowing hair and beard, but deep down he had a big heart and would do anything for anyone.
"Take a deep breath and start at the beginning." Myles said as he placed a hand on Cameron's broad shoulder and began to rub it soothingly.
"I meet Jeff on a gym social media page a few months ago and we did the whole online flirting thing, it was just banter to start with then we exchange nude pictures."
Myles stomach flipped, he was annoyed to find that he was jealous of Jeff even though he himself had been bollock deep in Cameron only a few nights ago.
Cameron took another swig of beer, Myles was rubbing both of his shoulders now.
"He suggested that I come down here when I returned from travelling, I had nothing to do back home and decided that I would, I had a feeling that Jeff had fallen for me but I told him straight up that I didn't have those same feelings for him, all he would say to me is 'give it time and you will'. I came here about ten days before I met you, I bought all my own groceries and stuff and even cooked for him, I tidied his unit and slept on the couch but every night would be the same song and dance, he would say good night and then hover around the bathroom door as I was getting ready for bed, then he would try to convince me to share his. I just felt really uncomfortable and I stupidly borrowed money off him for a suit for an interview. "
Myles tutted and shook his head, he fucking hated people who took advantage of others who were in a bad situation.
"I didn't get the job in the end," Cameron continued as he wiped his face, "So it just all snowballed from there, I just knew that if I gave in and slept with him that it wouldn't make any difference, if anything it would have made it worse."
"You did the right thing, don't worry I will help you and we will get all your stuff back, you can crash here for a few nights." Myles had heard enough, his brain switched into protective mode and he knew then that he deeply cared for Cameron, he had only known him a short while but he liked to think he was a good judge of character.
Cameron shook his head in disbelief, his shoulders sagged and he fumbled with his hands.
"Grab a beer from the fridge and I will dish up the dinner, then we can talk about what we are going to do and forget about it for the night. Sound like a plan?" He asked with a grin.
"Sounds perfect." Cameron replied as he got off the stool and went to get a beer, he handed one to Myles and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Myles."
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They spoke about Cameron's situation for about an hour, Myles subtly got the address and Jeff's description out of him without being obvious. They watched some stupid reality television show, making out during the commercial breaks. Myles enjoyed cuddling nearly as much as fucking, it was really good for him to have company. He didn't realise how lonely he had become, his life revolved around work, the gym and recently Mason. He had been paid to look out for him and had failed miserably but he was determined to make it right no matter what. He hadn't seen or heard from him in a few days and decided that he would ring him in the morning to check in, he hated not having any update on Kash or Channing.
He looked down at Cameron as the show ended, he was asleep on his chest, a small line of drool snaked from his mouth and rested on Myles' vest. He gently pushed his face of him and placed a pillow underneath his head, he grabbed the throw he kept on the back of the sofa and d****d it over his waist. Cameron moved a little but didn't wake. Myles slipped on his sneakers and grabbed his car keys as quietly as he could, he tiptoed to the door and snuck out not making a sound. He took a deep breath as the door closed behind him, he didn't want to chicken out from the task at hand.
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He typed in the address he had gotten of Cameron in his phone and drove the twenty three minute drive, he was lucky there was no traffic this late at night or else he would have turned around long ago. Myles hadn't decided to do what he was about to do until he looked down at Cameron's sleeping face, he hated the injustice of it all and convinced himself that if he stood up for him and got his possession back then that would ease his guilty conscious and erase the thoughts he had about Cameron not being good enough.
He took deep breaths as the lady on the navigation told him that he had reached his destination. The apartment complex looked dank and dirty, old garden furniture littered the flower bed out front, Myles could see all the moths banging against the bright orange light over what he assumed was the entrance. He quickly scanned the index outside and found the apartment number. He walked up the stairwell that smelled of piss to the second floor. He could hear the tenants in one of the apartments screaming at each other, dogs howled in another unit. He wondered how Cameron stuck it out here for as long as he did. The thought of him living in this squalor and then getting his items stolen was too much. Myles zipped up his black hoodie and tried to make himself look as imposing as possible as he knocked on the door.
He knew it was late at night but in this area he didn't think people kept to normal hours. Sure enough after another round of knocking he heard what sounded like cans been kicked over and someone swearing loudly.
A bald man in his late thirties answered the door, he was wearing a pink singlet and navy shorts, all of his skin glowed red as if he had spent the day baking in the sun. Myles thought he was attractive in a rugged man's man kind of way, he had dark rings around his eyes but that only added to his butch look.
"What you want?" He asked abruptly, squinting in the bright light of the corridor.
Myles couldn't believe for one second that Cameron could know someone like this man let alone stay with him.
"I am sorry I think I have the wrong unit. Do you know if a Jeff lives on this floor?"
"Yeah that's me, what you want?" He asked looking questioningly at Myles.
Myles looked over Jeff's shoulder and could see that the unit was a squalor, dirty dishes and garbage were strewn on the counter top that he could see, the stench of beer and cigarette smoke nearly made Myles gag.
"We have a mutual friend and I am here to collect his property, then I will be on my way." Myles said calmly.
"I never seen you before buddy, how'd you think we know the same people?" Jeff asked slurring his words.
"Cameron told me he stayed at this unit on your couch. Is that correct."
Jeff looked confused for a few moments before recognition dawned on him.
"Oh that little prick tease. Figured he would move on to a younger model as soon as he could. Little bitch owes me money. "
Myles clenched his fists when he heard the disrespect.
"Not according to Cameron, now if you could pack up his things I will take them and leave, no drama needed."
"Don't have them on me right now." Jeff said with a condescending smirk.
"Well when can you get them? I trust they will be exactly as Cameron left them. I would hate to have to involve the authorities over something that I am sure two grown men can solve easily."
"I see that little punk did a number on you too, he spread his ass cheeks for you yet. Well listen pal you are not special to him, I seen his kind come and go over the years. Sob story one minute then your left high and dry. Do yourself a favour, you look like a nice dude, kick his leech ass out pronto. He is nothing but trouble."
"Jeff," Myles' spoke calmer than he knew he could, his blood was boiling, "Just get me his belongings and he will be out of your life for good. Can you do that for me?"
"As I said I don't got 'em."
"Where are they then?"
"In storage, I had a feeling he would pull some shit like this, not man enough to come back here cos he knows he's in the wrong."
Myles could tell that he was getting nowhere.
"Anyways, that little prick owes me over six thousand dollars."
"I doubt you pay six thousand dollars rent here in a year, how could he supposedly owe you that much?"
"I have loaned him money for this last year, I paid for his trip and his flight, I have emails and voicemails to prove that it was a loan. He is not getting anything back until I see my money. "
Myles took a deep breath and sighed. He had not expected the conversation to go like this, he imagined coming in here and being all tough, being Cameron's knight in shining armour, but now he was beginning to second guess himself and his relationship with Cameron. He tried to think quickly about what to do.
"Have those emails and voicemails ready I will be back in the morning. Have the key to the storage nearby as well just in case you come round."
He turned and walked away he heard Jeff shout down the corridor after him.
"Looking forward to it sexy, don't fall for his shit."
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Myles slammed the car door and sped off in the direction of home, he was half way there when he decided that he needed to go to the gym to clear his head. By the end of the session he had come to the conclusion that Jeff was just as toxic as Cameron had said, a small voice in his head warned Myles not to be so trusting of him until he found out for sure. He didn't want his loneliness to cause him heartache down the road. He quickly abused the machinery and showered off. Cameron was sitting at the bench when he returned home.
"I woke up and you were gone."
"Yes I got in an impromptu session in the gym. You eaten yet?"
Cameron hopped off his stool and walked towards Myles who was setting down his gym bag. He was wearing soft grey shorts. They could barely contain his meaty thighs, his six pack glowed in the pre dawn sun.
"I was hoping we could have breakfast in bed." He said flirtatiously licking Myles' ear.
Myles jerked away, Jeff's words were ringing in his ear. Could Cameron really have used Jeff and taken all that money? There was no way he could find out unless he confessed that he went behind Cameron's back and meddled.
"I am just going to nap, I have something to take care of before work. What are your plans?"
Cameron stepped away, a wounded look on his face.
"Look for places to live I guess, maybe hit up a few second hand stores see if I can throw together some sort of wardrobe. I have an interview at eleven as well. That prick took everything, I should have grabbed more before I left."
"You try and contact him at all?" Myles asked as he pulled off his sneakers and socks.
"No, I am afraid to message him, he has a really creepy habit of twisting things. Two days ago I asked him could he get me some bread in the store, he said yes if I kiss him. I thought he was joking so I replied sure. Then he comes home and demands his kiss before he gives me the loaf, I refused and he fucking threw it in the bin, right in front of me. He then showed me the message I sent him but twisted it out of proportion so much that I knew I had to leave. It was one of the lowest points in my life eating that bread out of the trash can Myles."
Myles just raised his eyebrow and shook his head. He kind of regretted getting involved now and felt bad for doubting Cameron, when he called over to see Jeff later that morning there would be no more mister nice guy.
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Jeff's complex was worse in the daylight, Myles caught a glimpse of himself in the cracked double doors, he had decided on wearing a black hoodie and shorts and his red high top sneakers. He had napped and showered and told Cameron he would see him later and good luck with the job interview and bolted out the door. He didn't like lying to him but couldn't see any way to avoid it this time and if there was even the slightest chance that he could get all his stuff back then it would make up for what he had justified in his head as a white lie. Jeff's comments were still running through his mind.
He hadn't felt this way about a guy in years and wasn't sure if he could take it if it turned out that Cameron was a leech. Myles always relied on his judgment of character, he could tell if a new applicant was going to be a good tenant or not after their interview for the complex. The city council always complimented him on how smooth he ran it all. It pained him to realise that he was still on the fence about who to believe.
He knew Cameron seemed to have a good heart by the way he spoke but Myles wondered why he bothered to take Jeff's offer to stay with him in this shit hole. Was Cameron really that desperate?
On the other hand Jeff hadn't appeared to be the most stand up guy Myles had ever encountered but something about their last meeting struck a chord. His brain was still going a mile a minute before he realised that he was outside Jeff's unit. He lifted his hand to knock but the door opened before he made contact.
"So you came back, I wasn't sure if you were going to, I thought that a guy that looks like you would have his choice of anyone and wouldn't be doing the dirty work of a sponge like that Cameron."
"I am doing this as a favour to my friend that is all, now if you have his stuff I will be out of your hair."
Jeff ran his hand over his bald head and shook it in irritation, his skin had lost its red glow, his eyes looked rested. Myles looked at him properly now that he was in natural light. His build was that of a rugby player, he was muscular but was short so everything about him seemed compact. He was bare foot in long grey shorts which made him look squat, his yellow singlet showed off his impressive guns. On any other occasion Myles would have looked at him differently but as he was feeling irritated everything bugged him.
"As I said I didn't think you would be back so not everything is packed up. I trust that your 'friend' gave you the money he owes me?"
"I am not interested in that, that is between you and him if it even happened."
Myles could feel his anger boiling, the talk of Cameron being a con artist was making him feel foolish, he just wanted the belongings and then to get out of there.
"Oh it did, have a look at my phone if you don't believe me. You may as well come in, I don't want you clogging up the hallway."
Myles took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
"I don't have long so can we just get this moving."
"I want to move on from that bastard as well, trust me. "
Myles walked into the unit and couldn't believe it, it was completely different from the night before. The place smelled of lemons and was spotless.
"You had the cleaners in?" Myles asked.
"No, I finally finished cleaning up the fucking mess that Cameron left, honestly I cannot warn you enough about that guy, started off all nice and shit then his true colors came out, one sob story after the next. I feel for it hook line and sinker."
Myles found it very hard to believe that Cameron had left the house in the state that he had seen it the previous night. The smug, knowing look on Jeff's face made Myles take a breath, his anger rising again, even though the windows in the unit were open the room was still very hot.
"Where is his stuff?"
Jeff didn't seem to be listening he was scrolling through his smart phone.
"One second. I will show you the..."
"I fucking told you I didn't care about the emails."
"Chill out man, I am doing this to help you. See!"
Myles found himself slipping over the edge, he didn't like this man goading him, he felt foolish being reprimanded by this stranger over Cameron ,who had become the smallest beam of light in his dark tunnel as of late.
"Here it is." Jeff said, ignoring the impatient tone of Myles' voice.
Myles grabbed the phone and looked at the screen, at first glance he could see some interaction between Jeff and Cameron but nothing stood out to him that would back up either of their claims, it was all very vague. He then scanned through the last few mails and seen that Cameron had sent him nudes, the tag lines on the messages did seem to suggest that he would sleep with Jeff. He had had enough.
"The fuck is this, this is nothing," Myles lied trying to hide his embarrassment, "Now give me Cameron's stuff so I can leave. I am not going to ask again."
"What do you mean it's nothing? Here let me show you, there is more." He went to retrieve the phone but Myles grabbed his wrist. "Damn your strong, I see why Cameron picked you next, he likes his muscle guys."
Myles was surprised by the reaction, he let the wrist go and tried to shake himself mentally, he didn't know what had gotten into him lately. It appeared that Cameron had worked the same magic on him, that thought made him even more pissed but he was too far in to just forget about it now.
"Sorry, I just want his stuff and you keep fucking me around."
"Don't apologise, it's been a while since a man grabbed me like that."
Myles glanced down and seen the outline of Jeff's prick jutting against the grey shorts. Jeff's brows creased in thought, he didn't make any motion to hide his boner.
"I'll tell you what, me and you have some fun and I will fucking pack up ALL his shit and forget about what he owes me, you leave here and it is a clean slate for all of us.
Myles stared at him intensely, the silence between them was more charged than Myles expected.
"Listen Jeff, if this was your plan all along."
"It wasn't trust me, this all became a nightmare, people not being who they said they are but I guess that's the pit fall of meeting someone online. I am serious though, you fuck me here and now and we all move on."
Myles didn't know what to think, he had never cheated on anyone before but had to admit that Jeff's proof cast doubt on him, he didn't even know what to classify what was going on between him and Cameron right now.
"It is up to you of course, I just thought that maybe after all the shit that I would at least get something out of it, and let me tell you, I would take you any day of the week over him." The hunger was burning deep in Jeff's eyes as he took in Myles' hulking frame, rugged beard and his thick mane of hair that was tied up.
"I don't know man." Myles' said honestly.
"I give you a blow job then, no harm in a little head before lunch." Jeff said with a deep laugh, two rows or sparkling white teeth gleaming. "Sit on the couch and relax, let me do all the work, can't say fairer than that."
Before Myles had time to second guess himself, he had left his car keys down on the counter and slipped off his high top sneakers. The carpet of the living area felt great under his bare feet. He sat down on the beige leather two seater, unzipped his hoodie and laid back against the cool leather. Jeff was not far behind him, he placed his hands on Myles' knees and slowly pulled them apart, he began to sniff around his crotch area loudly, like a wild b**st foraging for food in the woods. Myles closed his eyes as Jeff began to lick his growing cock through the material, he placed one hand on the back of Jeff's sweaty bald head and pushed him closer into his crotch.
Looking down on him from this angle, Myles finally began to appreciate how muscular Jeff actually was, he was the definition of a bear from the bald head and hunger in his eyes, to the thick arms and legs, he was built like a barrel. His wide shoulders had a coating of dark hair. His hands slowly moved up both of Myles' meaty thighs, massaging them roughly before finding their way to the waistband of his shorts. Jeff's breathing came in short grunts. He yanked down the shorts and pulled them roughly over his ankles and threw them across the floor, his eyes never breaking contact. Myles's semi hard cock flopped loudly against his stomach, Jeff buried his face into his ball sack and sloppily began to kiss and lick them.
Myles' leg jerked into the air, he ran a hand across his pecks, his ass seemed to melt into the sofa as Jeff licked his shaft up and down, his tongue was splayed wide and the coarse texture of it against Myles' prick was driving him wild, he began to suck just the tip, Myles' foreskin between his lips and he was rolling it back and forth.
"Fuck ya!" Jeff exclaim as he pulled his own vest above his head and behind his shoulders and spat on the now throbbing cock before him. Myles could see that the dark hair continued all the way down his back, the hair that ran down his spine was a darker color. The sight made his balls jump.
Myles put both hands on Jeff's sweaty bald head and forced his prick into his mouth, he was horny now and hadn't expected to be when he first arrived. He placed his hands behind Jeff's ears and began to throat fuck him deeply, Jeff was definitely experienced and barely gagged as the meaty rod slammed into the back of this throat repeatedly.
Strings of saliva erupted out of the side of Jeff's mouth as his face continued to take the barrage of Myles' cock, Myles felt electric, he had a few experiences in the past with Bears but didn't expect Jeff to be as willing to relinquish control. His hands were slipping on the slickness of the bald head, he removed them and placed one behind his head and the other pinching his sensitive nipples. Jeff came off his dick and began to rub his face against it, the drool from his mouth was now smeared all over his lip, nose and chin, he kept muttering 'Fuck' under his breath. He placed one of Myles' balls in his mouth and began to suck gently, his other hand had a firm grip of the shaft and was jerking it up and down slowly, his eyes never left the helmet as the thick foreskin slid up and down over the piss slit.
Myles could feel his back sticking to the couch so he stood up abruptly, he liked the feeling of looming over Jeff, who was still on his knees, a ravenous look in his eyes. Myles' erection was swaying over his face, he kept going to lick it but Myles jerked it away at the last second. A devilish, knowing grin spread across Jeff's face, he had met his match it seemed. Myles grabbed his cock and pulled it up towards his belly button, he rested one foot on the glass coffee table. Jeff leaned forward and resumed his worship of Myles' big dangling bollocks, Myles spat a well aimed logie that landed in the middle of this throbbing shaft, he rubbed it up and down his length then pressed it against Jeff's face. His helmet reached his forehead and glided over his strong nose.
Jeff placed both his hands on top of Myles bare feet and once again took the whole cock in his mouth, he seemed like a man possessed sucking the meaty rod as if his life depended on it. Myles tossed his head back, he felt weak with horniness. The last time he got a blow job this good had been from Mason. The heat in the unit made him sweat profusely, his thick mane of hair was irritating him in the bun so he pulled it out and let it cascade down over his shoulders. He knew that this wouldn't just be a blow job, he knew that he was going to end up fucking Jeff, he was surprised to find himself getting extra excited at the prospect, all thoughts of Cameron were gone from his mind, all that occupied his mind now were how he was going to push Jeff to his limits.
He reached down and took a firm grip of Jeff's chin, he led him back to the counter in the kitchen and instructed him to sit on the bar stool. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out his condom. As he pulled it over his meat stick he looked at the naked form squatting to the red bar stool in front of him. Jeff had his tree trunk sized legs on either side, his erection was pointing down, his average sized balls were squashed against the stool. His muscular arse was as hairy as his back. Myles spat on his finger and rubbed his fuck hole, it too was surrounded by a thick ring of dark hair. It was matted against his cheeks due to the sweat.
"Fucking pound me. I can take it."
"Good to know." Myles replied as he placed his helmet against the back door and rather than easing it in he ploughed straight ahead, ball deep.
Jeff tossed his head back, a mix of exuberance and pain escaped his lips. Myles left his prick inside of him without moving, he could feel Jeff's rapid heartbeat pulsate off his cock. He grit his teeth, his feet were slipping on the cool tiles. He had to stand on his tip toes to get the right angle for the pounding he was going to give him. He placed one hand on Jeff's hip and began to pull him on and off his cock, with his other hand he grabbed Jeff's vest that was strung across his back like a harness.
"That's it." He shouted loudly. "Fucking fuck me!"
Myles' grip tightened and he increased the force and the tempo, his own balls were slapping against Jeff's. He looked down between the crack, strands of hair were stuck to his prick and with every movement they followed like tendrils on a jellyfish floating in the ocean. He couldn't remember ever fucking a guy this hairy, it was a complete turn on. He removed his hand from the hip and used it to slap the hard ass before him.
"Fuck" Jeff muttered as his head began to jostle. He was sliding on the stool, his ass was hanging over it more, he was losing grip, the only thing stopping him from falling off was Myles' thick rod stabbing his cunt.
Finally Myles had enough of the position, he pulled Jeff back and grabbed his chin, he pushed his lips together and just stared into his eyes. He was enjoying this type of fucking, it was what he had done the most when he started hooking up with guys. Nowadays he was into having a proper connection before going to bed with someone but he never forgot the feeling of just having man on man sex.
"On the sofa now." Myles commanded as he rubbed more spit on his cock.
Jeff walked over and lay on his back, he grabbed both his legs behind the knees and pulled them back so just his butt hung over the edge, spread and willing for whatever Myles threw at it or in it next. Myles rubbed his thumb gently against the puckered hoop, it was looking wrecked already. He inserted a finger, it met resistance until he got knuckle deep, he then slid in another two and began to flick his wrist. Jeff's breathing continued to be in short bursts, his face was tomato red and a drop of sweat was dangling from the tip of his nose. Myles increased the speed with which he was twisting his fingers, then he began to jab them back and forth, pre-cum began to ooze steadily out of Jeff's cock.
Myles could finally see it, like the rest of Jeff, his cock was surrounded by a thick bush of black hair, around the edge of the pubes was a tinge of grey, his cock was pink and he was circumcised, jagged edges of foreskin hugged the rim of his helmet. Myles put it about five and a half inches.
He slowly removed his fingers, Jeff's back door stayed open for a few seconds before closing. Myles rubbed his dick against it before entering more slowly than he did the last time. Jeff let go of one of his legs and rested his foot on Myles' shoulder, the sole of his foot was cold and coarse and sent jolts of electricity shooting through Myles' pecks. Jeff began to stroke his cock slowly, his ball sack had stuck to his inner thigh. His body had definition but it was all buried under the hair, Myles could barely see his small pink nipples under the carpet of fur.
His thrusts began to intensify, he placed one hand on his own ass cheek and pushed further and further into him, Jeff's back was stuck to the sofa cushion so his body didn't give any leeway, it was stuck there taking every fucking inch of Myles dick again and again. Jeff closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, Myles felt the muscles of his shit box constrict against his dick so he began to jack hammer him relentlessly. Soon thick ropes of cum shot out of Jeff and landed on his stomach, Myles slowed down as the cum trickled off into a slow stream that ran down the shaft, over Jeff's thumb and pooled amongst the hairy pubes.
"Get on your knees, it's my turn now." Myles said as he moved out of him and pulled off the rubber, it took three attempts as his fingers were wet.
Jeff slowly pried himself off the seat and knelt before Myles, again his hands rested on Myles' bare feet, his mouth was open and his face was turned sideways, he was lapping furiously as Myles jerked himself hard, the bollocks were bouncing high. The throbbing in his prick came quickly, his toes and ass cheeks clenched as Myles snaked his thumb into Jeff's mouth and pulled his bottom lip down, he pushed his cock away from his face and erupted forcefully. His first spurt shot over Jeff's head and landed on the coffee table, the second hit his forehead and ran over his bald head. The rest got him in the nose and lips, he looked like a melting ice cream cone when Myles was spent. Semen slowly slithering down his face, he stayed on his knees breathing satisfactorily. Myles stood over him until his breathing returned to normal and pulled his hair back into a pony tail.
Jeff got up and walked back to the kitchen and opened a lower cupboard and pulled out three black bags.
"That's everything," he replied, he was a lot more calmer and friendly now. "I went to the storage last night." He hadn't wiped the jizz off his face and looked a sight as he stood in the kitchen area.
"Good." Myles replied as he walked to the sofa and began to pull back on his clothes. "I take it that this is the last that either myself or Cameron have to deal with you. I don't ever want to see you again or even hear that you have texted him. Understood?"
"Understood." Jeff said as he made an attempt to wipe his own cum off his chest with a towel but just mashed in more.
Myles grabbed his belongings and the three black bags and left. He didn't even bother to close the door behind him.
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He went to the gym quickly and showered, desperate to get the smell of Jeff off him, He then made the short car ride home slowly, he needed time to think, he had justified what had just happened by thinking that Cameron and him hadn't been dating that long and he did what he did to get his stuff back, and on the other hand he was wising up to the fact that he didn't really know Cameron that well, there was every chance that Jeff was telling the truth.
He apprehensively turned the key in his apartment door, the place was in darkness, a soft light was coming from the kitchen area. Cameron was standing behind the counter with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. Two take away style cloches were on the counter, a thin, long white candle burning softly.
"I have good news Myles. I got a phone call today and have been offered a job, I start in two days." He said excitedly, the relief on his face was visible, even in the candle light.
"That is awesome Cameron I am so happy for you." Myles said, trying his best to hide his guilt feelings.
"I got us something small to celebrate." He said indicating the cloches. "What's in the bags?"
"I have some good news of my own, I hope you don't mind but I went to your friend Jeff's and asked him nicely to give back your stuff, he also agreed to not have any more contact with you."
The smile that had been on Cameron's face vanished for a split second before he extended his arms and gave Myles a big hug.
"Not sure how I met you but I am so fucking glad I did." He said as he kissed his cheek. "Why don't we skip dinner and go straight to dessert." He whispered in his ear.
Myles stomach dropped.
"Just let me clean up first, I have been non-stop since I left this morning."
He set down the bags near the sofa, all the men's health magazines were stacked neatly on the table, all his mail was in the rack and the cushions looked arranged.
"Have you been cleaning." He asked, one eye brow raised.
"Yes all day, I had a lot of positive energy and it's the least I could do since you been so good to me."
"Thank you." He said quietly, he kicked off his shoes and walked down the corridor to the bathroom, the wooden floors shone in the candle light. His heart began to race, he didn't know what to believe anymore, he seen Cameron's smile drop when he mentioned that he had paid Jeff a visit, was he worried that he had been rumbled. On the other hand Jeff had painted Cameron as a complete untrustworthy slob. He placed his head against the door jamb of the bathroom and closed his eyes. His temples were throbbing.
"The place could be a bit steamy I forgot to turn on the fan, sorry." He heard Cameron call out.
"No...no problem." He croaked.
He pushed open the door and was indeed met with a wall of steam, he flicked on the fan and the light switch. As both the fan and the light kicked into life, the scene unfolded before him. There was three sodden towels at the mouth of the shower, the sink had stubble all around the edges, a thick glob of green toothpaste was smeared against the tap. Six different bottles of his product were strewn across the floor and window sill. It was when he seen that the toilet roll hadn't been replaced that he uttered.
"What the fuck?"
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