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Rafael awoke to delicious smells coming from the other room. Rafael rubbed his eyes, still shaking off the grogginess of sleep as he wandered toward the kitchenette. The rich aroma of sizzling bacon, fresh eggs, and toasted bread filled the air, making his stomach rumble. He leaned against the counter, watching Wyatt expertly flip a pancake in a small skillet. The sight of Wyatt in an apron—one the hotel had left neatly folded in a drawer—was both unexpected and amusing.
“‘Bout time you woke up, dude!” Wyatt grinned over his shoulder, gesturing toward the small dining table already set with paper plates and plastic cutlery. “Sit down. I’m almost done making breakfast!”
Rafael raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sight. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
Wyatt chuckled, pouring more batter into the pan. “Oh yeah. My parents were adamant that we all learned how to fend for ourselves in the kitchen. They’d always say, ‘You can’t live on takeout and microwave meals forever.’ Turns out they were right. Cooking’s actually pretty useful.”
“I can’t argue with that,” Rafael admitted, glancing at the counter stacked with ingredients—flour, milk, a carton of eggs, and even a small bottle of maple syrup. “But seriously, what’s the occasion? I don’t remember seeing ‘hotel breakfast chef’ on your resume.”
Wyatt beamed as he plated a perfect golden pancake. “No occasion. I just figured we deserved a real breakfast for once. Plus, the conference has a break today, and we’ve got time before that Zoom call with the office this afternoon. So, I snuck out early this morning and grabbed some groceries from a market down the street.”
Rafael shook his head, a grin creeping onto his face. “You’re full of surprises, man.”
Wyatt handed him a steaming plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and a fluffy pancake. “Surprises are my specialty. Now dig in before it gets cold.”
They sat down at the small dining table, the morning sunlight streaming through the suite’s windows and casting a warm glow over the room. Rafael took a bite of the pancake, his eyes widening. “Okay, this is… really good.”
“Duh,” Wyatt said with mock arrogance, taking a bite of his own. “I didn’t spend all those summers watching Food Network for nothing.”
The two ate in companionable silence for a while, enjoying the rare moment of calm after the whirlwind of the past few days. As Rafael poured himself another cup of coffee, he glanced at Wyatt. “You know, this is kind of a nice change of pace. We’ve been running around nonstop since we got here.”
“Exactly,” Wyatt agreed, spearing a piece of bacon with his fork. “I figured we needed one low-key morning to recharge. The rest of today’s gonna be busy enough.”
“True,” Rafael said, nodding. “That Zoom call’s probably going to be a lot of us debriefing the bosses back at the office.”
“Yeah, but that's not actually what I meant. I figured we'd go into the city today, have some fun. I planned some stuff for us to do after the meeting."
"Oh?" Rafael raised an eyebrow.
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After breakfast, they cleaned up the kitchenette together, Rafael washing dishes while Wyatt dried and put them away. It felt surprisingly domestic, a moment of normalcy in the midst of an otherwise hectic trip.
“So, what’s the plan after the call?” Rafael asked, handing Wyatt a wet plate.
Wyatt thought for a moment. “I thought we could do the tourist thing—walk around, see some of the sights, maybe hit one of the museums before dinner. I saw something about an exhibit on finance and art—kind of cool, right? It's the first night, so there's supposed to be complementary wine!”
Rafael smirked. “You just want to go for the free wine.”
“Hey, I’m a man of many motivations,” Wyatt shot back, grinning.
With the dishes put away and the kitchenette spotless, Rafael and Wyatt felt a rare sense of accomplishment over their domestic triumph. Wyatt grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, tossing another to Rafael. “So, before we have to dive into the work stuff, how about we hit the gym? I saw it on the second floor yesterday. Looked decent.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow but smirked. “I should’ve known you’d suggest that. Can’t let one relaxing morning go uninterrupted, huh?”
“Come on, man,” Wyatt teased, rolling his shoulders. “We’ve been sitting in panels and eating cheesecake and pancakes all week."
Rafael shot him a silent look as if to say, "who's fault is that?" as Wyatt continued on.
"Let’s balance it out a bit. I know you go to the company gym almost as much as I do. Plus, you played sports in college, didn’t you? Bet I can out-lift you.”
“First of all, I’d like to see you try,” Rafael retorted with mock seriousness. “Second, fine. Let me grab my stuff.”
A few minutes later, they were heading down the elevator, gym bags slung over their shoulders. The hotel gym was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline. The equipment was top-notch—rows of treadmills, ellipticals, and weight machines gleamed under the soft LED lighting. A small corner was dedicated to free weights, yoga mats, and resistance bands.
Rafael stretched his arms, surveying the space. “Okay, not bad. I guess this beats a run around the block.”
Wyatt laughed, already heading toward the free weights. “Told you. Let’s warm up, then we’ll see who’s really got game.”
They started with a light warm-up on the treadmills, chatting about random topics as their pace picked up. Rafael joked about Wyatt’s overly enthusiastic cooking skills, while Wyatt countered by making fun of Rafael’s apparent inability to multi-task during the conference.
“You really froze when that guy asked about the firm’s green initiatives,” Wyatt said, grinning as he increased his speed.
“Hey, I recovered!” Rafael defended, though his face flushed slightly at the memory. “Besides, you’re the one who almost knocked over that coffee table in the lobby on the first day.”
“Fair point,” Wyatt admitted, laughing.
After their warm-up, they moved to the free weights. Wyatt confidently grabbed a set of dumbbells, starting a series of bicep curls, while Rafael opted for the bench press. Their competitive sides quickly emerged, each trying to outdo the other with heavier weights and more reps.
“Alright, one more set,” Wyatt panted, his arms trembling slightly as he powered through his curls. “You good over there, or should I call someone to spot you?”
“Please,” Rafael scoffed, racking his barbell with ease. “I could do this all day.”
They finished their workout with a friendly race on the rowing machines, both laughing and taunting each other as they pushed themselves to their limits. By the time they were done, they were drenched in sweat but feeling invigorated.
“Okay, I’ll admit it,” Rafael said, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. “That was a good call. I needed that.”
“Told you,” Wyatt replied, tossing him a towel. “Jock instincts never fail.” They made their way to the locker room to change, where Wyatt made no attempt to hide that he was checking out Rafael's ass in the small gym shorts, and the muscles that bulged out of his tank top.
"Mmmm," Wyatt grinned, as Rafael looked up.
"Liking what you see?" he smirked at Wyatt.
"Oh yeah," Wyatt said, starting to rub his crotch.
Rafael started twerking and thrusting in the air a bit. "Yeah? Does this turn you on?" Rafael said in a sexy "Do you wanna fuck me?" voice.
"Fuuuuck..." Wyatt moaned, rubbing himself harder. He was nearly about to take his cock out right there when Rafael stopped him.
"Keep it in your pants, mister. We've got a meeting in 10."
Wyatt huffed. "Bet I could make you cum in half that."
"You probably could," Rafael laughed. "But we don't have time to take that chance. Now march upstairs!" Wyatt groaned, but complied, as they walked towards the elevator. They headed back to their suite, joking about who had officially “won” the gym session. After quick showers, they donned their business-casual attire and set up their laptops for the Zoom call with the office.
As the screen lit up with familiar faces, Rafael leaned toward Wyatt and whispered, “Remember, no cheesecake talk.”
Wyatt chuckled and nodded. Recharged from their workout, he jumped right into it. The meeting ended after about an hour, and it was a productive call. Their boss seemed pleased, nodding along as they wrapped up their updates.
“Great work, both of you,” she said, her voice cutting clearly through the speakers. “It sounds like this trip has been worth every minute. Keep networking and keep us posted.”
When the call ended, Wyatt leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. “Not bad for two guys who missed breakfast yesterday because they stayed up fucking, huh?”
Rafael chuckled, closing his laptop and tossing his notebook onto the desk. “Yeah, we didn’t crash and burn. I’ll take it.”
They tidied up their workspace, putting away their laptops and files, the weight of the meeting lifted from their shoulders. Wyatt grabbed his phone and flopped onto the couch, scrolling through emails. Rafael, meanwhile, wandered to the balcony, sliding the glass door open to let in a cool breeze.
The view was stunning—the sun now high in the sky, its rays glinting off the skyscrapers and casting intricate shadows onto the bustling streets below. Rafael leaned on the railing, taking it all in.
Wyatt joined him a moment later, a bottle of water in hand. “So, ready to head out for the rest of the day?” he asked, nodding toward the city. “We’ve got a free afternoon. Feels like a waste to spend it cooped up here.”
Rafael turned to him, nodding. “Absolutely. But first—food. I’m starving.”
Wyatt grinned. “Lunch first, adventure second. Sounds like a plan.”
They changed into more comfortable clothes and stepped out into the bustling streets, the city’s pulse a constant hum around them. Deciding to keep it casual, they wandered downtown in search of something that caught their eye. A few blocks later, they found a brightly painted food truck parked along a tree-lined street corner. Its chalkboard menu boasted glowing reviews and a mouthwatering lineup of gourmet sandwiches and loaded fries.
“This looks promising,” Wyatt said, stepping up to the window. Rafael nodded in agreement, scanning the menu before settling on a crispy chicken sandwich piled high with spicy slaw. Wyatt went for a pulled pork wrap, dripping with tangy barbecue sauce. They grabbed their food and a couple of sodas before continuing down the street, unwrapping their meals as they walked.
The first bites were nothing short of heavenly. “Okay, this might be the best food truck I’ve ever eaten at,” Rafael said around a mouthful of chicken.
“Same,” Wyatt replied, already halfway through his wrap. “Why is it that food from trucks always tastes better than food from fancy restaurants?”
They laughed, wiping sauce from their fingers as they made their way toward Central Park. The towering buildings gave way to the park’s lush greenery, the shift in scenery almost like stepping into another world. The air was cooler here, shaded by trees that rustled gently in the breeze. Joggers, dog walkers, and families dotted the winding paths, the park’s expansive lawns alive with activity.
They found a quiet bench overlooking the lake, the perfect spot to finish their food and people-watch. They laughed as they saw a guy walk by carrying a ton of instruments all attached to him via some kind of contraption, and an elderly woman who appeared to be jogging in nothing but a bra and skimpy pants.
When the food was gone, they lingered for a while, soaking in the atmosphere. “So,” Wyatt said, leaning back on the bench, “what do you want to do now? More wandering, or should we hit up one of those museums?"
Rafael looked thoughtful, glancing at the bustling park around them. “I wouldn’t mind a museum,” he said. “But… maybe something more active? Like renting bikes or checking out those rowboats over there.”
Wyatt followed his gaze to the small boathouse by the lake, where a handful of rowboats drifted lazily on the water. His face lit up. “Rowboats it is. Let’s see if you can handle being captain.”
Rafael snorted as they stood, brushing crumbs off their laps. “Please. You’ll be begging me for pointers by the end of it.”
Grinning, they made their way toward the boathouse. Rafael and Wyatt approached the rental counter.
After signing the forms and donning the requisite life jackets—Wyatt joking that orange really wasn’t Rafael’s color—and Rafael whacking him in the ass with an oar—they climbed into one of the small wooden rowboats. The boat rocked gently as they settled in, Rafael taking the oars first while Wyatt lounged at the back with a smug grin.
“All right, Captain,” Wyatt teased, leaning back against the edge. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Rafael rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smirking as he dipped the oars into the water. His first few strokes were a bit uneven, the boat zigzagging slightly as he adjusted to the rhythm. Wyatt reclined dramatically, throwing an arm over his face like an old-timey damsel. “Don’t mind me, Captain. I’ll just be over here, trusting you with my life.”
“This is harder than it looks,” Rafael muttered, focusing on steadying the motion.
Wyatt laughed, the sound echoing across the lake. “You’re doing great! At this rate, we’ll be back to shore by tomorrow.”
“Keep talking and I’m throwing you overboard,” Rafael shot back, though the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement.
"You can try. But do you really think you can resist me all wet?" he teased. Rafael ignored the remark, and after a few more attempts, he found his stride, the boat gliding more smoothly across the water. The lake was dotted with other rowboats, but the area they drifted toward was quieter, framed by overhanging trees whose leaves dappled the surface with shifting patterns of light and shadow.
“Not bad,” Wyatt admitted after a while, shading his eyes with his hand to take in the view. “I might even let you keep the captain title.”
“Generous of you,” Rafael quipped, pausing to let the boat drift for a moment. He leaned on the oars, glancing around. “This is nice, though. A break from all the noise and crowds.”
Wyatt nodded, a rare moment of calm settling over his usually animated features. “Yeah. Kind of makes you forget you’re in the middle of a huge city.”
For a while, they floated in companionable silence, the only sounds the gentle splash of water and the distant hum of the park. Eventually, on their way back to shore, they decided to switch places, Wyatt taking the oars while Rafael sprawled out, arms behind his head. “Careful,” Rafael warned with mock seriousness as Wyatt settled in. “Wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself.”
“Please,” Wyatt retorted, gripping the oars confidently. “You’re about to witness greatness.”
Despite his bravado, Wyatt’s first few strokes were equally awkward, the boat spinning slightly as he got the hang of it. Rafael burst out laughing, his earlier struggles now forgotten. “Greatness, huh? You’re worse than me!”
Wyatt grumbled good-naturedly, his cheeks reddening as he focused on straightening the boat’s path. By the time he found a rhythm, Rafael was still chuckling, but Wyatt was grinning again, too.
Rafael whistled. "Yeah, flex those big, muscular arms for me, captain!" he teased. Wyatt smirked, pausing mid-stroke to give an exaggerated flex of his biceps. “Jealous much?” he shot back, waggling his eyebrows.
Rafael rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t suppress his laugh. “Not even a little. I’m just impressed you can row without tipping us over.” Wyatt made an exaggerated gasp, feigning hurt.
“Hey, I’m just appreciating the effort,” Rafael replied, smirking as he gestured toward the oars. “It’s not every day I get a free gun show. Just don't distract yourself flexing for your reflection in the water!”
Wyatt laughed, shaking his head as he pulled the oars steadily through the water. “If this is your idea of a compliment, remind me to avoid your Yelp reviews.”
The boat slowed as Wyatt rested the oars, letting them drift again. They both leaned back, the stillness of the lake wrapping around them. A soft breeze rustled the trees lining the shore, carrying with it the faint hum of life from the park beyond.
“This is nice,” Rafael murmured, almost to himself.
Wyatt turned his head slightly, his gaze lingering on Rafael. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice quieter now. “It is.”
Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Rafael felt the air shift. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but the usual rhythm of their banter seemed to hold a beat longer. He wasn’t sure if Wyatt noticed—or if he imagined it entirely—but something about the way Wyatt looked at him made his stomach do a small, unexpected flip.
“Okay, Captain,” Wyatt said, breaking the moment with a playful grin. "I'll let you take us back to shore now."
Rafael smirked. "You just don't wanna do the work," he noted.
“Okay, you’re definitely swimming back to shore,” Wyatt shot back, though his smile never wavered.
"Oh, like you could resist ME all wet?" Rafael teased, throwing Wyatt's words back at him.
"Touche," Wyatt smirked. As the boat glided back toward the dock, they got quiet, but Rafael couldn’t shake the quiet warmth lingering between them.
They took off their life vests, handing them back to the attendant before stepping off the dock and onto the paved path. Wyatt stretched, the motion loosening his shoulders as he glanced at Rafael with a grin.
“Okay, dude,” he said, stretching his arms. “Let’s get going. I don't think we're gonna have time for the museum, but we can walk around a bit more before our dinner reservation.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow, curious. “Dinner reservation?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied, flashing a grin. “Since we’ve got time tonight, I figured it might be nice to go out and eat for a change. If you want, I mean.”
Rafael smirked. “Fancy. Alright, sure. Let’s do it.” Wyatt let slip just the slightest hint of excitement, imperceptible to Rafael, but quickly concealed it. "I’m curious now—where are you taking us?” he asked Wyatt.
Wyatt waggled a finger. “Patience, my friend. You’ll see.”
They strolled through the park and back onto the streets, blending into the evening crowd as streetlights flickered on, casting warm pools of light on the pathways. Vendors were beginning to pack up their carts, and joggers made their final laps around the trails. The city’s hum grew more vibrant as twilight descended, the skyline coming alive with glowing windows and neon signs. Rafael noticed how Wyatt seemed more relaxed than usual, his typical excited, golden retriever-energy softened by the easy rhythm of their evening.
As the sky deepened into a soft indigo, Wyatt finally suggested they head over, and led the way down a quieter side street. The buzz of the main thoroughfares faded slightly, replaced by the inviting warmth of smaller restaurants and bistros. He stopped in front of a quaint little place with a charming brick façade and string lights twinkling over the patio. The sign read “Vento's”, its name painted in elegant script.
“Here we are,” Wyatt said, holding the door open. The inside was cozy but upscale, with soft lighting, polished wood floors, and tables adorned with crisp white tablecloths. A hostess greeted them and led them to a table by the window. As they settled in, Rafael couldn’t help but glance around, impressed.
“Fancy,” Rafael commented, unfolding his napkin. “You trying to impress me, Wyatt?”
Wyatt laughed, though there was a faint pink tinge to his ears. "Let’s just say it’s a step up from food trucks and room service.”
Rafael smirked, leaning back in his chair as he picked up the menu. “Oh look,” he said, pointing to a section toward the bottom. “There’s even cheesecake for you on the dessert menu. Your lucky day.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes but grinned. “Sue me for having taste.”
their server arrived, a polite and professional smile on her face. “Good evening, gentlemen. Can I start you off with something to drink?”
Wyatt ordered a glass of red wine, while Rafael opted for sparkling water with a twist of lime. “I’ll be back in a moment to take your orders,” the server said as she stepped away, leaving them to continue perusing the menu.
Rafael studied the options, his brow furrowing. “Everything here looks so… fancy. I’m not sure I even know how to pronounce half these dishes.”
Wyatt chuckled, already having decided on the gnocchi. “When in doubt, just pick the one with the most ingredients you recognize. Can’t go wrong with that strategy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Culinary Expert,” Rafael retorted with a grin.
When their meals were brought out, both paused to admire the plates in front of them. “Wow,” Rafael said, almost in awe. “This looks like it belongs in a magazine.”
“And here I thought you weren’t the fancy type,” Wyatt teased.
The first bites of their meals were met with silence as they both savored the expertly crafted flavors. Rafael nodded appreciatively. “Okay, this is amazing. Good call on this place, man.”
Wyatt’s grin widened. “Told you. Sometimes I know what I’m doing.”
By the time the server returned to ask about dessert, Wyatt leaned back in his chair, an almost mischievous glint in his eye. “Cheesecake for two?” Rafael couldn't stop himself from giggling.
"Absolutely," the server said.
When she stepped away, Wyatt still had that mischievous glint in his eye. He was up to something. Rafael quickly realized what when he felt something poking his groin. It felt like Wyatt's foot. Rafael started blushing. "Dude, what're you doing?!"
Wyatt smirked. "Just saying thanks."
Rafael leaned away slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Thanks for what, exactly?"
Wyatt shrugged. "I dunno, man. It’s been fun so far. Thought I’d give you a little thank you."
Rafael shook his head, pushing away his plate. "Oh my god, Wyatt," he groaned, reaching down under the table to pull his friend’s foot away from his groin.
"Ouch! Not so hard," Wyatt complained, but Rafael was too embarrassed to care.
"Dude," he said sternly, "You're gonna get us kicked out of here!"
"Whatever," Wyatt replied with a shrug. "I just thought you might want to look under the table." Rafael was pretty sure he didn't want to know what Wyatt was doing under there, but curiosity getting the better of him, he looked down to see Wyatt's hard cock was out, and he was jerking it off under the table!
"Dude, seriously?" Rafael hissed. "What is wrong with you?"
Wyatt just shrugged again. "I dunno," he repeated. "I was just thinking about you, and I figured why not?" Rafael gulped, his erection growing in his pants. Part of him wanted to let Wyatt continue rubbing his cock with his foot, but he didn't want to risk getting caught, either.
Rafael glanced around the room nervously, but nobody else seemed to notice anything. "Okay, Wyatt. That's enough." He turned back to his friend with a pleading expression. "Dude," he whispered, "Come on. Not in a restaurant. Do it later, okay?"
Wyatt looked up at him thoughtfully for a few seconds before grinning. "Okay then. Maybe we should take this back to the hotel? I've got one more surprise for you there," he smirked.
Rafael gulped again, his mind racing with possibilities. Before he could reply, the waitress arrived with their cheesecake. Wyatt's cock disappeared from view, but Rafael could still see the bulge in his pants. "Thanks," Wyatt said to the waitress as she put their dessert down. "Could we actually get these to go, and the check, too?"
"No problem," she replied brightly. "How were your meals?" Wyatt replied for both of them. "Oh, they were both great," he said.
"Delicious," Rafael managed to squeak out.
"Unfortunately, my friend here is feeling a little tired, so I think we need to head out!"
The waitress nodded and smiled. "I'll wrap these up for you boys and grab the check!"
As soon as she was back, Wyatt paid the check, and they hailed a taxi back to the hotel. The moment they walked through the door to their suite, Rafael was ready to jump Wyatt, but he had other plans. "Wait out here, just for a few minutes!" he said. "I'll call you in when I'm ready!"
Wyatt disappeared into the bedroom, sparking Rafael's curiosity even more than his horniness. What was Wyatt doing in there? Rafael massaged his erection, which hadn't gone down since the restaurant, through his pants as he waited patiently. After what felt like forever, finally Wyatt called him in. "Okay! You can come in, man!"
Rafael rushed in through the bedroom door, to find Wyatt completely naked on the bed, on his hands and knees, with a buttplug in his ass.
"Well, dude?" Wyatt asked. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna fuck me?"
Rafael paused for a second, then ripped his clothes off and straddled Wyatt from behind.
"Has this buttplug been inside you all day?!" Rafael asked, pulling it out.
Wyatt moaned. "Pretty much..." he replied. "I bought it when I went out this morning. I thought it might be fun to try, and would probably help me take your big cock again," he blushed. As much as he'd enjoyed fucking Rafael, Wyatt thought his ass could use a break, and he wanted to do this for Rafael, who hadn't had a chance to fuck since their first night. After sucking him off again yesterday, he'd wanted to try Rafael's big cock again, anyway.
Rafael was silent for a second, his cock twitching. Wyatt must've been wanting it all day. "Well," he said, "If you want this big, hard cock inside you, you're gonna have to beg for it."
Wyatt's eyes went wide as Rafael started thrusting the buttplug inside him. "Please, dude, fuck me!" he whimpered.
Rafael paused, stroking himself. "Keep going," he replied. He pumped the buttplug inside him some more.
Wyatt whined out, feeling the plug move inside him. "Rafael," he whimpered, "I need your big, fat cock inside me so bad. Please, man. Please fuck my ass with your big dick."
Rafael's cock twitched again. "And what do you want me to do once you've got my big dick in your ass?"
Wyatt was crying by now. "Please," he whimpered. "I want you to fuck my ass as hard as you can. Use my tight asshole for your own pleasure."
"Please what?" Rafael replied.
"Please use my tight asshole for your pleasure," Wyatt cried out.
Rafael sighed, sliding the dildo out of Wyatt and replacing it with his hard cock. He spat on the shaft, then lined it up with Wyatt's hole. He didn't need to use lube; Wyatt's hole was nice and wet from the buttplug. "God, you're hot," Rafael muttered into Wyatt's ear, then shoved his cock inside his friend.
"Dude," Rafael said as he impaled Wyatt, "I can't believe you had a butt plug inside you this whole time. How could you walk around all day like that?!" Wyatt grunted as the big cock slid into him. Rafael groaned as his hard length sank deeper, filling his friend to the hilt.
Wyatt grunted as the big head of Rafael's cock filled his ass. "I wanted... to try it," Wyatt panted. "It was hot knowing I was walking around in a crowded city with a big butt plug in my ass, waiting for you to fuck the shit outta me. Plus, like I said, it helped my ass get ready for you. I thought it'd be easier that way. How's it feel to have your fat cock in my ass again?"
"Like heaven," Rafael said, groaning as he slowly started moving his hips. He pulled back, then thrust forward again. Wyatt moaned with pleasure as he took Rafael's thick cock again. His hands gripped the sheets tightly as he thrust in and out of Wyatt's hole.
"Fuck yeah, man," Wyatt whimpered as he started bouncing back on Rafael's cock. "Your big dick feels so fucking good inside me."
Rafael kept thrusting inside him. "Take that cock like the little slut you are," Rafael told him, and Wyatt moaned even louder.
Wyatt cried out, then moaned with pleasure. "Feels so good," he groaned. Rafael pumped his cock slowly into his friend's ass. "Harder," Wyatt cried out. "Fuck me harder!"
Rafael obliged, starting to fuck Wyatt more forcefully. His friend's ass gripped him tightly as he bounced against it. Wyatt moaned and groaned with pleasure, taking Rafael's big dick inside him. Wyatt pushed his ass back, taking Rafael's fat dick again, and again.
Rafael moaned again. "Damn, you feel good," he said. He fucked his friend more intensely, thrusting faster and harder against Wyatt's tight hole. Suddenly, he pulled out. "On your back, Wyatt," Rafael commanded.
Wyatt flipped over obediently as Rafael knelt between his legs. He grabbed Wyatt's thighs and spread them open, then lined the head of his cock up with Wyatt's stretched hole. He spit on his hard shaft, then slid it back inside Wyatt's ass.
"God, this feels amazing," Rafael said as he filled Wyatt again.
"Yeah," Wyatt agreed. "Fuck me hard. I need your big dick pounding me so fucking bad."
Rafael groaned, then began pounding his friend harder. Wyatt cried out in pleasure, his legs tightening around Rafael's waist. Rafael grinned. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you, dude? Having my big dick pounding inside you like this?"
Wyatt nodded, unable to form words. He was crying with pleasure now. Rafael moaned as his hard cock plunged in and out of his friend's tight hole.
That's when Rafael surprised them both by leaning forward and kissing Wyatt. Wyatt hadn't expected it, and wasn't sure what to do, but when their lips touched, it was like the sparks from a lit match. Rafael kissed him again, then again and again. Wyatt responded, kissing Rafael back.
Rafael grinned and kept kissing Wyatt, who moaned into his mouth. "Dude," Rafael said between kisses. "This is so fucking hot."
Wyatt agreed. "Yeah..." he moaned into Rafael's mouth. "Fuck my ass while you kiss me."
Rafael thrust harder inside his friend, still kissing him deeply. They broke apart for air, and Rafael thrust even more intensely inside Wyatt, his breath coming in gasps. "Gonna cum soon," Rafael panted. "You almost ready to feel me dump my load inside you, Wyatt?"
Wyatt nodded again, biting his lip in anticipation. "Yes, please. I want to feel you jizz inside me, please, Rafael," Wyatt whimpered.
Rafael thrust harder. "Soon, dude," he said, pounding Wyatt's ass even more forcefully. "Almost there." He pumped inside Wyatt more intensely as his friend bounced against him.
"Please, Rafael," Wyatt panted, "fill my ass with your cum."
Rafael grabbed Wyatt's dick and started stroking it for him, making Wyatt cry out again. "Oh, shit," Wyatt whined. "I'm close to cumming, too..."
Rafael's rhythm quickened as his balls started to tighten. "Almost ready to fill that ass up," he grunted. "You better be ready to take it all in, slut..." he said into Wyatt's mouth as he kissed him.
Wyatt nodded again and kissed Rafael back. "I'm ready," Wyatt promised. "Cum in me. Fill my ass with your load." Wyatt gasped as Rafael stroked his cock faster. He couldn't take it anymore. "GYaaaaaahhh!" he shouted, screaming as he started cumming all over Rafael's hand, shuddering and crying out his release.
Rafael moaned as Wyatt's ass spasmed around him. He knew he was almost there, too. "You better be ready," he growled into Wyatt's ear. "Cuz I'm about to blow my load in your ass." Wyatt whimpered, his cock still spurting rope after rope of cum onto his stomach and chest.
Rafael thrust harder, deeper into Wyatt's tight hole, still stroking his friend's cock as he shot the last of his load onto Rafael's hand. Rafael held his hips tight as he buried himself as deeply in Wyatt as he could get. "Here I cum!" Rafael grunted, shooting deep inside Wyatt. "Filling your ass, man! FUUUUUUCK YESSS!" he gasped out his orgasm as his load dumped inside Wyatt.
Wyatt whimpered with pleasure as he felt his friend unload inside him. "Fuuuck yeah, load me up Rafael! Fuck yessss!"
Rafael kissed Wyatt again, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth to fill Wyatt with every last drop of his cum. Finally, when he was done, he collapsed on top of his friend, his cock still buried inside. "Wow," Wyatt panted. "That. Was. Fucking. Insane." Rafael smiled lazily and nodded in agreement.
Both were silent for a moment, catching their breath. Finally, Rafael spoke up. "Not a bad day off, eh?" That made Wyatt laugh.
"It was amazing!" Wyatt grinned and leaned forward to kiss him again. Rafael could taste the sweat on his lips as he returned the kiss.
"Definitely my favorite day," Rafael agreed. They kissed again, but slower this time. Wyatt pulled back after a minute or two.
"Think we ought to get some sleep," Wyatt suggested. "We've still got the conference tomorrow."
Rafael laughed. "Yeah, I guess we should. I am pretty tired, you mind if I crash in your bed tonight?" he asked with a sly grin.
Wyatt grinned. "Well I'm sure not asking you to leave!"
