1.
With the guys going back home for Christmas, the house at 515 Essman was down to just Solomon and Chaz. Finals kept them later than the other guys, but they’d both be driving back to their parents’ place the next morning, leaving the flat empty for the next few weeks.
In fact it was nearly empty already, and unbearably quiet. Chaz could see Sol was twitchy, opening and shutting the refrigerator, flipping through TV channels. The squat wrestler was always the most energetic guy in the house, most likely to instigate a party and the least likely to leave one. Even a visit to the gym in the afternoon hadn’t taken the edge off from feeling high over end of the semester.
Chaz wished any other guy had stayed behind, to help bridge the chasm between the awkwardness he tried to keep at bay and Sol’s high spirits. He started a season of Game Of Thrones on TV and was relieved when Sol sat down to watch it with him.
“Bro,” Sol said to Chaz, about 10 minutes into the episode, his right foot tapping nervously. “I could use a designated driver.”
Eyes forward on the TV screen, Chaz raised an eyebrow and said, “I could swing that.”
They glanced at each other and both nodded their heads with a shared understanding of what would come next.
The designated driver thing started in sophomore year, some months after the guys had all moved into their own flat on Essman. They were happy to be out of the dorms, and surprised by their own balance as roommates. While other sets of roommates had deadbeats or drama or shit, they 5 guys in Unit C somehow seemed to sync with no problems. Up until Sol told them he had a thing for guys.
“It’s not like all the time,” he said, trying to ease their concerns. “But it just comes on sometimes.”
The guys decided it reflected on the house if Sol was out there looking for random cock, because if they had a reputation as a gay house it would be even harder to get girls. No one of the guys wanted that – not even Sol.
It was funny to Chaz, whose mother had been so resistant to him living with the guys. It wasn’t even just the house. She and his sisters assiduously refused to call him Chaz when he asked them to, saying it was a douchebag name. “For God’s sake, Charles,” she said to him, “I raised you to respect women. I know what goes on in those houses.”
In fact there wasn’t nearly as much banging as she feared. Certainly not in Chaz’s bed. Hell, even Sol who was good looking and affable was often unappreciated by girls. Chaz who was all arms, legs and elbows envied Sol’s short thick wrestler build, but maybe that wasn’t what girls went for either.
The guys decided Sol’s thing for guys was like Professor Lupin in the Harry Potter movies, like werewolfism. It would come on and the guys could get Sol through it and he’d be regular again after it, just another bro. They could alternate helping him out, so it wasn’t like a regular thing, which would be weird, and called it Designated Driver so no one had to talk about what it was. Just a hummer every month or so just to help a bro out.
It didn’t hurt that Sol was such an easygoing universally liked bud. He’d been wrestling for as long as he could remember, his dad being a coach, and being physically close to other guys was his element, like water for a fish. He made it easy to do, they could keep the secret in the house and what the hell – free blow job.
Sol bounced up on his feet, and as Chaz rose he stepped up close. At almost a head shorter than Chaz, he had to look up to plant a kiss on his bro. It was weird, sure, but Chaz hadn’t gotten laid for a while and a kiss was nice.
“I did some shopping too,” said Sol, rolling his jaw mischievously. “Something new to try.”
Chaz couldn’t help but think for a moment about his mother. Whatever she thought he’d be getting up to in the house on Essman, it probably wasn’t this.
2.
Chaz noted how his bro’s bubble ass cheeks worked against each other in his sweats as he bounced down the stairs to his room on his nearly bow-legged stride. Halfway there he smoothly peeled off his t-shirt, revealing all the muscles kneading against each other in his back. He sure was a dense motherfucker. Thick, and hairy and strong. He seemed like way more of a man than Chaz, even at a few months younger. He knew what he wanted.
Chaz had worked fucking hard to have the muscle he did on his lanky body. He’d built up his pecs and could see how well shaped his arms were. But on his long limbs he’d need a fuck lot more muscle to look like Sol. He still had a size 28 waist, even though he now had ridged abs.
He did his workout, took care of his hygiene, wasn’t handsome but maybe not bad looking. But he never seemed to quite crack the girl code. He almost had to laugh at all of his mother’s cringe inducing talks with him about sex, saying “Charles, don’t be a user, don’t use a girl just to get off.” Chaz wanted to die every time she said those things, but she took single parenting seriously.
“So bro,” Sol said slyly looking over his shoulder, “hope you don’t mind if I shake things up. But it is Christmas.”
He squatted down and pulled a plastic bin out from under his bed. He reached in and his hand emerged with a purple silicon object, like a poker tip and a wide base.
“Dude,” Chaz almost gasped, “is that…?”
“Yeah,” Solomon replied, eyeing the toy in his hand and clenching his ass, “unless it’s too weird for you.”
“Nah,” Chaz answered, trying to play it cool. He’d never seen a sex toy in person before. Plenty in porn, but not in real life.
Solomon turned to Chaz, showing the broad expanse of his chest and the fur that covered his pecs in matching wide swirls around his rosy nipples. “Good,” he said, “because I really want my holes filled.”
He pressed his lips up to Chaz’s and slid his tongue between his bro’s lips. Chaz was breathing heavily already, and Sol pulled him close, grinding his crotch against Chaz’s thigh.
Chaz had almost forgotten the other thing about being designated driver. Solomon The Slut.
3.
After the first few times of designated driver, the guys learned that Sol wasn’t just dick crazy when the thing came over him. He was, no other way to say it, a bit of a slut. He liked you to say it while he sucked you off. Slut. Whore. Bitch. It was crazy to say those things to Sol, the most easy going and masculine guy. But his satisfied groans when you did it, with your boner down his throat, made a compelling case to keep it up.
Sol’s strong tongue filled Chaz’s mouth and their cocks bumped against each other through their sweats. Solomon took Chaz’s hand and wrapped his long fingers around the silicon bulb toy, and then clamped them down. “Put this in me,” he whispered, rubbing his scruffy face against Chaz’s. “And I’ll suck you off.”
Sol turned his back to Chaz and straddled his bed, spreading his powerful thighs and hiking up his ass. Seeing the hairy crack Chaz gulped. Living in the Essman house he’d gotten pretty used to seeing guys strutting around in all stages of nakedness and even boned too. But the full on view of bulky man ass and that hairy crack was a shock.
He stepped up behind Sol, turning the plug over and over in his hands. The wrestler turned around and handed him a tube of clear goo, saying “Dude, you have to lube that shit.”
Oh yeah, nodded, Chaz. Of course. Obviously.
He squirted out the gold goo in his hand and thought, Okay, you can do this. He smeared the plug and when it seemed he’d covered every area that was going into Sol, he pressed the tip against Sol’s pink pucker. It’s like a shit in reverse, he thought, no big deal.
Chaz winced as he began to nudge the plug into Solomon, trying to gauge by the movement of Sol’s hips and his breathing the the speed and depth. He seemed to either go too slow or too fast. Finally Sol reached back and caught his wrist, saying “Hold up buddy.”
“Fuck, dude, I’m sorry…” Chaz breathed. Shoving something up your bro’s rear too fast seemed like the ultimate transgression.
“It’s good,” Solomon said between gritted teeth, holding Chaz’s wrist firmly. Fuck, he was so strong. “Just easing in… like this.”
Sol held himself up on his knees and one arm, and with the the other held Chaz’s wrist firmly as he pushed his ass back on it. Despite himself, Chaz’s cock chubbed straight up, as much from the hand on his wrist as the site of the bulb opened his bro’s hole. Sol slowed as the head of the toy reached its widest point and held it there, feeling the stretch.
“Oh yeah buddy,” Sol whispered, gently arching his hips back. Chaz could see the tension play out in his body as it pushed his sphincter to the limit and then moved past it. “Right there. Right therrrrrrrre…”
The plug sank in one movement into Sol, and his hole closed down around it, leaving just the base like a purple seal marking the spot. Fuck, despite his trepidation about the whole situation Chaz wanted to see that again, like it was some kind of crazy natural phenomenon your eyes couldn’t believe was real, even though his full on erection accepted it as true.
Well that wasn’t so bad, he thought, stroking his boner. He had a vision of his cock sinking in – into an a hole like that and felt a little heady.
“So now what?” he asked, surprised at the sound of his own thoughts out loud
“Uh bro,” Solomon said with a shudder as his ass continued to conform to the bulb in it, “spread your legs and let’s go.”
4.
Chaz sat back at the head of Sol’s bed, his ass between the pillows, and spread his long hairy legs. He was getting a little dry mouthed with excitement. He’d known since high school his boner was bigger than average, and had fantasized since that revelation about a girl going to town on his dick. Sol was sure not a girl… but you couldn’t get everything, right?
With his usual physical ease, Sol settled in on one elbow as if it were one of his wrestling positions, and wrapped a fist around Chaz’s cock. He was almost hypnotized by the erection and shoved his nose into the trimmed bush to take in Chaz’s odor before he pressed his tongue against the base and ran it up to the head. He really did love cock when he got this way.
Sol nursed the head and let loose enough spit to wet the whole cock. His spit lube made it a smooth slide down for his lips as he swallowed Chaz inch by inch. He got down to the pubes on his first effort, choking but not backing off. Fuck, if only the girls Chaz had were this into it.
Sol kept at it, getting his his throat acclimated to Chaz’s length and girth. The head of his cock probed deeper into the wrestler’s throat, making Chaz gasp. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, mentally running through the catalog of porn chicks he liked best. But Sol’s hands reached up and slapped his chest hard, grabbing roughly on his nipples with a strength no fantasy girl used.
Holy fuck, Chaz could get into some tit play. He was secretly so proud of his pecs. He’d built them up after being flat as a rail in high school. He knew they looked good and had longed for some girl to be into them. He’d worked fucking hard to reinvent himself for college, and he’d been disciplined about maintaining it. It was nice to be appreciated. It was hot.
With his hands on Chaz’s pecs Sol really got deeper into his cocksucking, slathering the stiff dick and gulping down, growling as he reached the base and buried his nose in the dirty blond pubes. He ground his own ass back as if pushing against the plug filling his butt. When he finally took the boner out of his throat, he quickly wrapped a fist around it to pump Chaz.
Sol sucked up the spit in his mouth and chuckled, saying “Bro, do the thing.”
Chaz smiled back, and Sol got his mouth back down on his erection. “Okay… you… whore.”
Sol growled and swallowed deeper, squeezing the head of Chaz’s cock into the base of his throat. Holy fuck, if that’s what you want, have it, Chaz thought.
“You fucking slut… unhhh… take that COCK….” he grunted, feeling his balls squeeze a surge of precum down Solomon’s gullet.
Growing up with his mom and sisters in a house with thin walls Chaz was so trained to keep any sounds muffled when he jerked off. It gave him a weird charge to make any noises like this at all, much less using words like whore or slut. But he wasn’t there, and this wasn’t a girl, it was Sol. And he was kind of a slut. And he liked it.
Chaz reached his big hands down around Sol’s ears and heard a throatful *uh-huh* as he pulled the wrestler’s head all the way down till his sandpaper chin hit Chaz’s balls. The more he did it the more Sol groaned and the harder he swallowed.
“Fuck you fucking BITCH,” Chaz moaned, thrusting straight down his buddy’s throat and feeling that familiar tickle. “Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum!”
Sol immediately pulled his mouth straight up off of Chaz’s swelling meat and let it stand there, bouncing.
“Fuck, dude….” Chaz groaned, wanting desperately to shoot down that deep throat, his load just at the edge.
“Not yet bro,” said Sol, with his bad boy smile.
5.
“Dude I was thinking,” Sol said, gingerly taking hold of his bro’s slimed cock. His lips were smeared with spit and precum. “Semester’s done. Last winter break. How about we end it with a bang?”
“Like if I… bang your throat?” Chaz asked, thinking he was getting a hang of this dirty talk.
“Or bang my butt, bro,” Solomon replied, arching his back to raise his hard ass up in the air.
Whoa, thought Chaz. He was so close to blowing his load, just another swallow or two would do it.
“Designated driver in the rear?” Sol laughed, running a hand over the plug end protruding from his stretched hole.
Chaz felt like a dummy, thinking the other guys of course had been doing this and he thought it was just blow jobs. “So I guess you guys have been doing that?”
“No man,” Sol said with a rush of color in his face. “You’re first.”
“Really?” Chaz asked, taken even more off guard than by the initial idea.
Sol nodded hard with his boyish smile.
Well. How bad could it be to plug an ass?
Chaz sat up and his shoulders flexed, looking more broad than they had a minute earlier.
As Chaz pulled up out of bed on his long limbs and stepped up behind Sol, he ran a hand over his bro’s lower back, feeling the perspiration and fine hairs there. His finger traced over the exterior of the plug, and he thought Yeah, that’s a guy’s ass… but it’s an ass, and you’re going to fuck it.
Sol let his knees spread to better expose his plugged hole and laughed, “You have to take that out first.”
“Yeah,” answered Chaz a little too quickly, “I’m not a virgin.”
“Woohoo,” said Sol with a sigh. “My lucky day.”
Chaz rolled his eyes and considered how he’d get the plug out. He was going to have to get his fingers in there, no way around it. He gingerly gripped the end and gave it a little tug. Sol’s butthole had quite a grip on it. But Chaz was already up and starting to get into the whole thing. He didn’t have all that many conquests and when was this going to happen again? So he gripped it harder and gave a good pull –
“FUCK!” yelped Sol, “Buddy, hold on.” He reached back as he did earlier and wrapped one strong hand around Chaz’s wrist to help him pull the plug gently out, with some help from Sol’s own hole pushing. “It’s just like a big… unh… dump!”
The plug slowed at its widest point and Sol groaned, then out in one swift slide into Chaz’s hand. He could feel the lube and ass goo and whatever the fuck was on it, and it felt hot. Like body temp hot. And that itself was hot – the other kind of hot, the kind that made Chaz stiff, looking at Sol’s pucker and the gooey swirl of hair around it. He tenderly ran a finger over it and Solomon sighed.
“You really like that bro?” Chaz asked, pushing a thumb up against the soft spot and stroking himself with his other hand.
“Guess so,” said Sol, burrowing a shoulder into the sheets. “Don’t know why, I just do.”
“And you want to…?”
“Yeah man. Glad it’s you too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah… you’re cool,” he said, then chuckled softly. “And you have the best body in the house.”
“Ha, right,” Chaz laughed, thinking of Tigh getting laid regular, and even Ben and Booker who were such jocks. Even Sol himself with his dense fireplug body.
“For real,” Sol said, crooking his head to look at Chaz, “You do. Fuck, look at your abs. And your chest. And…” he smirked “your dick of death.”
Without warning Chaz felt a swell of pride in himself and affection for his buddy. Yeah he could fuck Sol. This could be good. It could be great. He had a sudden vision of cumming deep inside a warm hole, and it seemed like a really good thing. The best thing.
Chaz stroked himself and he was hard as a rock. “Gimme that lube… bitch.”
Sol tossed back his bottle of lube and dropped his shoulders down to let his bro get to work
Chaz poured a squirt of lube up and down his cock. Man, if the other guys could see them now.
He knelt behind Sol and self consciously tried to figure out how to do this thing. His ass was so big and beefy, he figured he ought to just grab it. So he did, and Sol growled happily. He felt for the soft wet spot and put his stick cockhead against it.
“Okay bro,” he said. “Dick of death it is!”
6.
Sol let out a deep grunt as Chaz’s cock filled his hole. Chaz didn’t know how fast to go but Sol sank back onto it. He’d just had that plug in there after all, though it wasn’t near as long as Chaz.
His eyes rolled up as he got his full length in and his balls clapped up against Sol. Fuck, Chaz thought, their balls were almost touching each other, and that was pretty weird. But Sol gave him a good squeeze and where his balls were didn’t seem important anymore.
“Fucking ride me bro,” Sol ordered through gritted teeth.
Chaz pulled back about half way and plunged in again, and Sol seemed to shudder. He started a good slow stroke, getting used to using Sol’s body – fuck, any body – this way. It wasn’t just the tight ring instead of the hugging sensation on his dick fucking a girl. It was Sol’s posture and the hardness of his wrestler ass.
Without warning Sol twisted around and laid a hard slap across Chaz’s face, barking “FUCKER!”
That pissed Chaz off good. He was doing everything Sol said he wanted to do, so he thrust harder, and somehow seemed to penetrate a little deeper.
“Oh yeah,” gasped Solomon, “You fucking fuck.”
“You like that you fucking whore?” Chaz spewed, feeling his balls tighten at the words. “Don’t you fucking hit me again!”
Sol’s breathing quickened and he turned his torso to again slap Chaz, harder this time, saying “Fucking pussy.”.
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT,” Chaz yelled, and shoved Sol’s arm down, then laid both hands on his shoulders to try to pin him.
Sol’s ass hiked up and nearly lifted Chaz off his feet. But with his whole erection buried deep in Solomon’s tender hole Chaz kept right on pumping. Sol reached back to slap Chaz’s side, as if it were a horse flank.
“Okay you want to be a whore, be a fucking whore,” Chaz barked, baring his teeth and throwing a hard pounding into Chaz.
He held one of his big hands back and swatted Sol’s ass so hard the wrestler yelped. Chaz was surprised by his own force, thinking that was going to leave a bruise. He could feel his face flush with excitement and he pulled back his arm to lay a second crack across Solomon’s hard ass. His bro was going to be black and blue before they were done.
Chaz let himself rest against Sol and he started pumping into him from a new angle. He couldn’t believe how well they fit together – Sol’s thick knot of muscles, Chaz’s long lanky frame. And his cock couldn’t get enough of that tight hot hole. Fuck, it was like Chaz was finally occupying his hot body.
“You like that, bitch?” Chaz grunted into Sol’s ear, feeling the sweat on his chest smacking against Sol’s back.
“Fuck,” Sol nearly whimpered, “Bro you’re FUCKING me.”
Sol’s tone supercharged Chaz and he could feel his cock swell. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Good,” Sol roared. “Cum in me bro! Fill me up!”
Chaz tried to reach under Sol to wrap a hand around his dick. His mom had always said he had to make sure a woman had her orgasm. It was funny, thinking of his mom ought to be a boner killer, but knowing he was slapping Sol and fucking him hard after everything he’d been told to do was a turn on.
“Fuck that,’ Sol grunted, jerking himself, “just fuck me.”
“Oh,” Chaz said.
“Use me,” Sol said through his teeth. “Nut in me.”
Chaz rolled his head on his neck, reorienting to Sol’s demand. He’d always been so worried about getting a girl off. Well all right then.
He dropped his full weight on Sol and let his hips go. He was fucking his bro like a dog, humping hard and it seemed like he was getting in even deeper, his cockhead beating some soft tissue. Sol was grunting, making animal noises, and not only did Chaz not worry about it – he got off on it. Now he was holding his nut so he could punch his bitch bro’s guts a little longer. But it was no fucking use, with Sol’s hot hole milking him he could only hold for so long.
He felt flush running up his chest and his face and without warning his boner felt like it doubled in girth as he began to pump cum into his bro’s ass. It was surging out of him like he’d never experienced before, not into a condom but into hot yearning flesh. His full weight was on Sol, but the wrestler held him up easily.
“Oh my fucking GOD,” Chaz moaned, and as his mind came back to him he became acutely aware that his fucking erection was in Sol’s ass. “Oh my God, Sol…”
“Uh-uh,” Sol groaned, stroking himself, “Stay in me bro… unhhh right there.”
Chaz could see Sol’s red face was dewy and his nostrils flared as he breathed hard.
It seemed he ought to pull out, but he was still chubbed – and bros help bros out, right? So Chaz slowly ground his hips back and forth, his cockhead hitting that tender spot again and again. He almost buckled when Sol’s rectum spasmed, squeezing his too sensitive cock tight, milking it with what seemed like every muscle in the wrestler’s body.
Sol pumped his load out straight into the bed below them, Chaz pushed it out of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck thought Chaz, just fuck it right out of his fucking body.
“Sol,” Chaz said, running his long fingered hand over Sol’s sweaty back.
“Happy Christmas,” Sol laughed between heaving breaths.
“Ha!” Chaz answered. “Yeah Happy Christmas bro.”
7.
After eating everything they could find in the refrigerator, Chaz texted his mom. Fuck, food was good after sex. And he liked how Sol had that trick of reheating the pizza in a pan instead of microwaving it. It was hot watching the tough little dude cook something with such care.
“Mom, I’ll be home later than I thought – might stick around here for even another day.” he messaged. “It’s supposed to snow overnight.”
“Snow?” she responded.
Sol grabbed the phone, and easily held Chaz back from it with one strong arm. “At least 8 inches mom.” he typed with one thumb.
“Charles, I don’t understand. I don’t see that in the forecast. Are you partying there? Are you drunk?” she responded.
“No Mom.” Sol typed, holding the phone just out of Chaz’s grasp. Despite having just blown a load, the playful wrestling for the phone was chubbing them both up. “In fact I was the designated driver tonight.”
“Hmm. Well. Get home soon. You’re a good boy Charles.”
“Thanks Mom. Gotta go. I need to drive again.” Sol typed and then tossed the phone back to Chaz. He mouthed the name Charles and laughed.
“Oh good lord. Okay honey. Just drive safe.”
Chaz dropped the phone and felt Sol’s thick arms wrap around his neck and shoulder. He could be Charles when he got home, but right here he was Chaz, douchebaggiest bro of all. As Sol ran his hands over his pecs and grazed a nipple, he was again amazed at how well their bodies fit together.
“Bro, it’s snowing,” Sol said, wrapping a hand around Chaz’s stiffening cock.
So it is, thought Chaz, turning to kiss Sol softly on his lips.
END
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