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“God- fuck- god-”
“Jesus, Rich- Really?”
“Play it again.”
It was video nasty night at the Hammersmith Hardmen’s humble house. They’d watched their pick of the night twice over - “Nuns Getting Nasty” (It was all they could grab before they were chased out of the store with the broom.)
The video was relatively tame, compared to some of the other tapes they’d seen - that one unmarked tape with a certain “Bastardly” tory MP (by god did he have a large… majority) was quite disturbing. Richie still had nightmares!
Eddie seemed to be losing steam, but Richie was still going strong. Eddie figured he would stay for one more.
Eddie stood and leaned forward to rewind the tape in the player, and Richie watched his pants shift around his ankles. Sweat beaded on his temples once again looking at the back of his flatmate’s thighs as he sat down, now pressing against his own bare legs.
A black screen reflected two flustered men, sitting shoulder to shoulder on a too-small sofa, dicks in hand and eyes NOT looking at each other. Not even a little bit.
A foreboding fence, now a familiar sight, dawned on screen. “Nunnery” read the sign hanging from the gate.
“I’m Aiden Mistrolm, here to inspect the nunnery… and assist with other things.” Mistrolm threw a gaudy wink to the camera.
“Oh, get on with it!” Eddie called out, heckling the tv, and that was apparently just what Richie needed to get started. Blood flowed into his cock, and he felt it harden in his hand. He stroked it, hand still covered in lotion from the bottle resting on the floor in front of them.
“Mm.. Mmmf- Mf-”
“Can you shut up? It’s not even been a minute.” Richie couldn’t stop thinking about the heat of Eddie’s thigh touching his.
Richie was sweating like a fountain, wiping sweat out of his eyes with his non-occupied hand.
“S-s-s- sorry, mate- fuck” He gritted his teeth as his hand squeezed his cock. His heart rate quickened even more than it had been, and he felt warmth grow behind his eyes.
Precum leaked out of his tip and dripped on his finger. All before the chick even got her pants off… This had to be a new record! He turned to check on Eddie, wondering how he was carrying along, only to find the man already looking at him. He was slowly stroking himself, almost hypnotically.
Richie was mesmerized by Eddie’s movements, jerky and sloppy as they were. Drool dripped out of the corner of Richie’s mouth, reminding him to un-slack the muscles of his face. It made him look like a fool (or so he’d been told many times that night).
Gosh, he’d nearly lost track of what was going on in the film, he’d been so busy… being jealous. Yes, that’s the only reason he’d been watching Eddie stroking his long, firm, hard cock… He wanted something that majestic, that large, that imposing. Not to say his wasn’t any or all of those wonderful adjectives, but it certainly wasn’t as magnetic as Eddie’s seemed to be.
The nuns were now stripping out of their garb - at the moment, the article of clothing they were removing were their tights and long socks, wiggling their toes at the camera. Richie barely had barely glanced away from Eddie to look at the TV screen before he’d cum all over his hand and onto the floor.
“Augh- ngh- christ- Fuck-” Richie wiped his brow with his already soaked sleeve, not doing much besides smearing the sweat around. He turned to look at Eddie once more, only to see his hand clenched and his arm pumping much faster, eyes rolling up in his head. Richie was all of a sudden more conscious of their shoulders pushing together, the prickles he felt in his legs when Eddie leaned toward him.
“Hah- Oh- oh- mother-FUCK-” Eddie called out, almost in a growl. Richie was familiar with his moans. Though he wasn’t nearly as loud as Richie (it was hard to be), he was definitely expressive. Richie sometimes thought about these grunts, these groans, to help him to the finish line. Now seemed to be the reverse of one of those nights, because just as Richie let out a final pathetic whine, Eddie spewed white from his tip and relaxed his head back onto the couch.
Richie licked his lips. His brain was getting fuzzy - hours of jerking off tended to do that to a man, even if he did it every day. Not that Richie spent hours every day masturbating. Who suggested that? Honestly, he was dignified.
He leaned forward, reaching his hand down to the lotion bottle, letting his hair fall in his face and graze Eddie’s bare knee. Eddie stiffened, and his hand, now back in position, brushed against Richie’s hair. He froze. Sparks burst between the two, and Richie could hardly stop his shaking as he lathered the lotion between his hands.
Looking down between his legs, he saw his little cock turning red from hardness and irritation. He always liked that stage of wanking, where it started to throb and itch from pain. Sometimes, if he was dull enough by then, he’d think of Eddie kissing it better, holding him close and jerking him off once more with an even rougher hand.
Richie squealed, ready to join Eddie once again.
He listened to his grunts, the wet smacking sound of their hands moving out of sync - he saw the cum dripping down the inside of Eddie’s legs and had the sudden image of him between those beautiful legs, licking it up - god, what was he on about? He must have just been tired. Back to the film.
The nun and the priest were now fucking. Richie was glad he’d missed the foreplay. It was dreadful, the worst part of any good Nasty.
Richie watched the nun, bent over the table and whining like a sick dog. The priest shoved himself inside her, throwing his head back to exclaim dramatically every few seconds. He imagined himself being bent over the table, Eddie shoving his cock between his asscheeks and taking him, making him his.
God, if he kept on at this rate, he’d be done before he even started! Round four, go. He began shaking and flicking his wrist quickly, bicep movement not necessary for his small dick.
“Rich- God- B- Gah-” Eddie had kept his head leaned back on the sofa, but had turned to look at Richie with gooey eyes he only saw on these nights.
“Ye- yeah, Ed-d ie?”
They were both shaking, wobbling the couch with their heaving chests and rapidly moving arms. Richie flicked his eyes between the tv screen, Eddie’s eyes focused on Richie’s face, and Eddie’s enormous 4 inch dick, now leaking precum. What would it feel like inside of him-?
He was finished, yet again, before he could even process the feeling. Euphoria spread through him like a steaming cold cup of tea, and he cried out in shock, hand leaving his dick to grab Eddie’s thigh in an attempt to stabilize himself. It slipped against the flush skin, coating it in a layer of sweat, cum, and lotion. The feeling of his warm flesh under Richie’s shaking hands was almost enough for him to cum again.
He started to lift his hand from Eddie’s thigh, but Eddie lifted a heavy hand and pressed it down over Richie’s, bringing it closer to his crotch than it had been before. Richie’s eyes widened, and his cock hardened more than ever.
He had to remind himself that it was his flatmate touching him, but in the end, did it matter?
“Hm- Hmmf- mhmmm- ah-” Eddie moaned as he continued pushing Richie’s hand closer to his throbbing cock. He let go of it with his other hand and wrapped it around Richie’s, closing his fingers around it.
This was the second time this had happened - but the first time either of them knew what was happening. Richie couldn’t think, his vision blurred in the corners, and stars bloomed in front of him like fireworks on bonfire night. Locking eyes with Eddie, now completely ignoring the tv, he began to move his arm.
Blimey, he was huge! Must be 4 or 5 inches, hard. Richie felt his bicep burning, and he leaned over to lay his elbow on Eddie’s leg, giving himself a rest. His head lowered with the rest of his body, and ended up on Eddie’s chest. He could feel the other man’s fast breaths on the back of his neck, his heart beating fast. Richie’s cock throbbed, and he crossed his legs to squeeze it, trying to pull one last orgasm from himself.
“God-d y- y- you’re huge!” Richie cried, unable to think of anything else to say. He didn’t think touching somebody else could make him so fucking hard, but here he was, practically a rock, jerking Eddie off.
“Jus-st- keep going- I’m - fuck- I’m almost th-th-there. Christ, Rich”
They continued like this for another minute, Richie still pumping his arm and squeezing his fingers, Eddie grunting and whining out pleads for Richie to go faster, harder, longer, until Richie squeezed the tip of Eddie’s swollen dick, and his hand was covered in his cum. Richie came a moment later, and he felt Eddie’s eyes watching his legs as he uncrossed them and watched cum pull apart and drip onto the floor in wet strands like an egg.
The texture was thick, and it dripped down and between his fingers like a maze. Almost in a trance, he lifted his hand from Eddie’s crotch and flicked his tongue out to taste the liquid. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t tasted his own, but something in him told him he needed to do more than simply lend a hand. He needed some sort of reward too.
It smelled somewhere close to sweet, but tasted salty, almost like tears. Not bad. He greedily stuck his tongue between his fingers, sucking the rest of the cum from between them. Eddie watched him salivating over his cum, watched him dive down to catch a drop that had managed to slip all the way down to his elbow, watched him swallow with a moan and a whimper.
“Goodnight, Richie.” Eddie stood up, pulled his pants up, and began to limp away to the stairs.
It wasn’t until Eddie was long gone that Richie mustered up the energy for a response.
“Goodnight, dreamboat.”