On Call

"Come meet my buddy"

The text comes in just as you're finishing doing up the buttons on a nice shirt. The timing isn't great--you've really hit it off with this guy from Hinge, and for the first time in a long time you're actually looking forward to a date. It's already cutting it close to the bus you needed to take to get downtown--a trip across the hall means you'll have to reschedule at the last possible minute, and you've been trying to date long enough to know that a cancelled first date is just about a death sentence for a relationship that hasn't even had the chance to start. Rescheduling is rarely the reality.

But because you're still home, you're on call. You send an over-the-top apology to your date, who hopefully hasn't left to meet you yet--you wait around for a minute to see if you get a reply, but you may as well get this done and over with.

You had been unusually nervous to meet your planned, and now you feel nervous about your unplanned one. Buddy? A friend of his? He hasn't yet mentioned even having friends, nevermind the idea of introducing one to you. With any luck, he's been talking you up to someone who has an interest in watching him fuck you.

The door opens pretty quickly after you knock, and you're welcomed into the apartment with a flourish. Once you're in view of the living room, you see a new man sitting at the far end of the couch, watching you. Neil puts an arm around you, grabs your ass, and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You're a bit alarmed by the speed of it and instinctively push back a bit and groan, so he reaches up and holds you against him. You aren't counting the seconds, but it feels like the longest kiss the two of you have had. He releases you after his tongue explores your mouth for just a moment.

"You look nice tonight, that's good. Meet my friend Adam."

Adam stays seated on the couch and just stares at you with an intrigue like he's trying to place where he knows you from. He's balding, with the same general physique as Neil but seems like he might be a bit shorter. One leg is crossed over the other and he's drinking a beer. Neil steps behind you and introduces you by your first name, which you don't love. "This is a bit of a surprise for him--I don't like to let on about what we're going to get up to. He's always ready for whatever I throw at him. Very adaptable," he explains to his friend, who nods eagerly.

"It's Adam's birthday today, and I'm no good at gifts."

From behind, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. It's a bit clumsy at first, but by the last one it's going more smoothly. He pulls the shirt back so Adam can see your chest, and you hold your hands behind your back to pose a bit for him. Your heart is pounding, but you try not to show it.

"It's like you already wrapped yourself up for him."

Your pants are unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzippered before Neil slides them down off you. You shiver a bit as every layer is removed and you're exposed to Adam, freshly washed and shaved from your pre-date prep. His awed gaze never leaves your body--his boner has slowly become more and more visible, and he rubs himself a bit now as he takes a sip of his beer. There are a few cans on the table next to him, you notice.

"We've been watching some home videos," Neil tells you as he beckons to the TV. You had recognized that it was on but muted, so it slipped into the background; now that you glance at it, you're met with your own profile.

It's from a few weeks ago, some otherwise uneventful night, a night where he hadn't asked anything particular of you. You remember that he wanted to keep going much longer than usual, maybe about two hours, with small breaks in between where he drank water and regained his breath. You hadn't clocked a camera at the time, but from the viewpoint it must have been sitting somewhere on his dresser. There had been a broad range of positions he'd put you in that night, and at the moment he's fucking you from behind with your head half buried in a pillow. You watch the screen, frozen, as he lifts your leg up over his shoulder to spread you in front of the camera. Your face turns towards the dresser, mouth open as you gasp continuously, and he starts teasing around your cock, showing it off to a lens that wasn't capturing the image in high enough resolution to really see.

"Adam likes his privacy, so I figure I'll hang out out here until he's done," Neil continues once you've gotten a good taste of the video. You feel a striking moment of anger--Adam likes his privacy, he says, as he shows you a video he never told you he was making. How long have they been watching this? How much of you has he already seen? He leans in close and grabs your ass again, making you jump a bit. "You be a good boy for him, okay? He gets whatever he wants for his birthday. Go show him the bedroom."

So you have a new audience. You watch Adam for a moment, watching you, before you step toward him and take the beer can from his hand, placing it on the table with the rest. You lean over him, trying not to think too much about Neil standing above a pile of your clothes in your periphery, and kiss him gently. Your tongue slips into his mouth, teasing him, before you whisper "Happy birthday, Adam." He leans forward and you take his hand to lead him up off the couch and towards Neil's bedroom.

As you close the door behind you, you get a glimpse of Neil sitting down on the couch with his own beer to continue watching his show.

You turn to face Adam once you're alone. He looks...nervous? Or maybe not nervous so much as unsure what to do with himself, or you. He seems like an awkward man, and you start spinning mean stories in your head of the kind of person he is to try to make this easier for you. He's sexually inexperienced, so anything you do will blow him away. His hands move from his pockets to adjusting his shirt to leaning on the edge of the bed. You stand in front of him, holding your hands back again, showing yourself off. "Any special requests?" you ask kindly.

He shakes his head shyly. "Not right now," he replies, but starts rubbing his bulge again and toying with his belt.

It's not lost on you that Neil has revealed an important new element to you: cameras can be involved. You've been punished before for not being eager or exciting enough, and you wouldn't put it past him to hold you to the same standards for his buddy's benefit, so the show still needs to be good. There might even be some value in overdoing it.

You push gently until he's laying on his back on the bed, still clothed. You climb on top of him and straddle him, grinding against his bulge as you slowly lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth again. He shivers a bit and begins sliding his hands over you, feeling you gingerly, like he's not sure he's allowed to. You rock back and forth as he explores from your legs up your back to your neck, then slowly down your arms and torso, until his grip lands firmly on your hips. He starts to move you himself, thrusting a bit until you stop him.

"You can have more of me, if you want," you whisper into his mouth, kiss him again, and pull back to start unbuckling his belt. He hurriedly helps you undress him, and his cock swings up from his underwear as you tug them down. He's smaller than Neil, but still well within average; you lean down and kiss the tip of his cock as he struggles to tug his t-shirt up over his head. He leans back again. Between the making out, getting his clothing off, and what seems to be a general wonder at being able to touch you, he seems a bit breathless.

Adam's cock fits nicely in your mouth--you figure you can comfortably take more of him than Neil. He's already groaning a bit as you suck sweetly on his head, and make a show of reaching down to touch yourself, too, making sure you're getting wet. He watches you blankly now, thrusting his hips as though he doesn't even really have control over the motion. He had seemed pretty hard to begin with, but you feel him solidify even more as you take almost all of him for a minute or two.

Although you're determined to impress him--give him whatever he wants, like you've been ordered--you do worry about his stamina, so you pull back a bit when you start reading too much excitement from his body language. He thrusts more once you back off, then lays still and watches as you sit back on your knees and spread yourself a bit for him, letting him see your dick hanging out.

"Do you want something sweet for your birthday, Adam?" Speechless, he nods rapidly. You sit and spread your legs out in front of you, inviting him in. "Come get a little taste."

He launches up and sits forward on his knees in front of you so his hands can replace yours. You moan and bite your lip as his fingers swirl around your cock. Despite his nervous demeanor, and the inexperienced story you've created in your head, he's now very sure of himself; his index and middle fingers squeeze and pull your cock forward so he can see all of it, and after his other hand lightly flicks and plays with it, he slowly starts pushing further and further back, until his middle finger is inside you.

You're grunting quietly now, rocking your hips again like you're fucking his hands. His eyes stay focused on your cock and your cunt, easing his way into you, pulling out to play with you again, then easing back in with two fingers this time. You take a moment to discreetly glance around the room--cameras are in the back of your mind now, and between bursts of pleasure, you're picturing Neil outside in the living room. Is he still watching the video from weeks ago? Is he listening for you to start making noise? Does he have a decent enough setup to be watching you right now? You start moaning louder, and you reassure yourself that you just want to make sure Neil can see what a good boy you're being...but Adam's fucking you like it's your birthday, and you probably couldn't help yourself even if you tried.

Adam watches you raise your hips towards him and shake as you cum; he scrambles at the last minute to lean down and suck you off, and you go from a cry to a scream as he pulls the orgasm out of you. Once you're coming down from it, you have to be mindful not to fall off the edge of the bed; he sits back and looks at all of you, his mouth and clean shaved chin wet from your cum, and uses what's on his fingers to start jerking himself off. You let him, for a second, before you lean forward and shove him roughly onto his back again.

This time when you mount him, his hands go instantly to your waist. You hover above his cock, moving gently so yours rubs against his, pushing it into his abdomen. He's panting a bit and keeps eye contact with you while you tease him, get him ready for his real gift.

"Neil said you get whatever you want," you remind him.

He nods.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

He shoves his hips upward, rubbing himself against you harder, making you gasp.

You expertly raise your hips just enough to let the tip of his cock sit against your cunt. It twitches a little bit, but he stays still now, barely breathing. As you take your time sitting down onto him, he slowly lets out a long, shaky breath. By the time you've taken half of him, his eyes are all but rolling back in his head. His grip on you tightens and he starts fucking you more suddenly than you were prepared for--your first few gasps and groans are more from discomfort than pleasure, but as he carves out space inside you for himself it feels better, and you start helping him.

You imagine what it must be like for him. The nerve has disappeared and the ecstasy of fucking a young, hot guy like you has taken over. When was the last time he got his dick wet with something so sweet and warm? When was the last time he felt skin like this? Got to have a boy half his age bouncing on him?

He thinks he's doing me a favour, you think to yourself. He thinks he's showing me what a cock like his can do, how much better it is than whatever others I've had before. And what would convince him it's true?

"Please, baby," you cry out. "Take all of me!"

He grabs the back of your hair and pulls you down towards him, greeting you with a sloppy kiss as he wraps his arms around you. You're practically strapped to him now, every part of you touching, and he already seems sweaty against your skin. Adam has created what almost feels like intimacy. The way you're grinding against him, the way he's holding you tight--he's not just fucking you anymore. He's making love to you.

He wants me to think about this for days. He wants me to ask about him, when I get to have him again. He wants me to be his.

You oblige--for right now, Neil is letting him have you. He gets to have you, whatever or whoever he thinks you are, for a little bit. It's flattering, even, to be a birthday gift, isn't it? Your hands move swiftly all over him, or at least the parts of him you can reach with him holding you so tightly. He gets a hold in your hair and shoves his tongue so far into your mouth you almost gag with surprise, which seems to turn him on even more instead of deterring him.

As he gets more erratic--close to finishing, you think, and you wouldn't mind it being over--he loosens around you and tries to flip you over. You help him, trying to seem like it's mostly him doing the work, and he lands heavily on top of you. The same position, but now he's on top, your legs wrapped around him, his stomach like an oppressive weight, crushing you into the bed. He's desperate now, his moves sharp and impulsive.

He gets whatever he wants, Neil's voice echoes in your head. You're getting a bit tired of the show now--he's lasting longer than you expected, and your mind is wandering. The way he kisses you practically chokes you, leaves barely any room to breathe. He's all around you, covering almost every inch of skin of you but your legs, inside you, filling your cunt with his dick and your throat with his tongue. It's Adam's birthday today, and I'm no good at gifts. It's like you already wrapped yourself up for him.

Time passes slower than you're used to, and he's been fucking you as hard as he can since he flipped you over, so it's a welcome surprise, albeit a close call, when he finally backs off. He pulls out of you and shoots cum across your stomach and chest with just a few jerks of his hand. You stretch your arms up and pose, moving your hips like you wish he could have kept going, and watch him stare at the load he's left for you as he tries to get his breathing under control.

He struggles backwards off the bed, shaky and wobbling as he moves to get his clothes together. Adam gives you one last longing look, sprawled out on the bed, before opening the door and returning to the living room.

"Well?"

A big sigh. "Fuck. And you get that all the time?"

"He stays ready for me. Sounded like he liked you."

"Practically came right away, little slut. I don't know how I lasted that long."

"I told you. I'm keeping that one close."

You climb off the bed and fight the impulse to wipe the cum off your stomach. There's a small pang of resentment that Neil undressed you in the living room, so you get to parade in front of both of them now.

When you step into the living room, they're both seated back on opposite ends of the couch. Adam still looks red and sweaty, and takes a long sip of beer. Neil watches you stand there for a moment, waiting to see if he's going to want a turn with you next; instead he nods and gives you a little wave, like you've just made polite eye contact at a party. Adam continues to keep an eye on you as you dress quickly, his cum immediately creating wet spots on the inside of your nice shirt.

"Happy birthday," you tell Adam before turning and taking your leave back to your own apartment.