NSB Oneshots Part 2

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Warning: 18-21+ Read with caution.

Regie and Oliver had been best friends since they were 10 years old. Over the years, they grew incredibly close - almost as if they were one soul split between two bodies. Their friendship only deepened as they went through the trials of puberty and high school together.

By the time they hit 23, Regie found himself developing confusing feelings for his dear friend. Feelings that went beyond mere friendship. Feelings he struggled to process.

It wasn't like Regie was gay or anything! He'd fucked plenty of gorgeous women in his day - women who gushed over his chiseled abs and bulging biceps. But lately, his thoughts kept drifting to Oliver - Oliver's soft curves, Oliver's pillowy lips, Oliver's chiseled jaw and brown eyes.

Regie tried to will these strange urges away. He buried them deep down, pretending they didn't exist. But late at night, alone in bed, Regie's throbbing cock would not be silenced. He'd stroke himself furiously to thoughts of Oliver on his knees, Oliver's throat bulging around his girthy shaft, Oliver's eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Regie fucked his face raw.

The fantasies consumed Regie. He couldn't focus on anything else. He snapping at his co-workers, ghosted half a dozen tinder matches, stopped working out. All he could do was bury his face in his pillow every night and moan Oliver's name.

Finally, after weeks of torture, Regie couldn't take it anymore. He had to have Oliver. Now.

Regie burst through the door of Oliver's apartment and pinned him against the wall, kissing him roughly. To his shock, Oliver kissed back. Regie pushed his tongue into Oliver's mouth greedily, his hands roaming over Oliver's soft body.

"I've wanted this for so long," Regie growled, ripping off Oliver's shirt. "I'm gonna destroy this sweet little mouth."

Oliver moaned and fell to his knees, nuzzling his face against Regie's straining zipper. Reggie shoved his pants down and grabbed a fistful of Oliver's hair, forcing his cock between those perfect lips.

"Oh fuck," Regie groaned. "Been thinking about this for months. Gonna fucking wreck you."

Regie started slamming his hips, fucking Oliver's face with wild abandon. To his shock, Oliver just relaxed his throat and took it. Every single brutal inch disappeared down his gullet with ease. It was like Oliver had no gag reflex at all.

"Fuck, your throat is made for my cock," Regie panted, hips pistoning. "Gonna pump you full of my seed. Fuck a baby into your belly."

Oliver's eyes watered but he didn't fight it, letting Regie have complete control. Regie's cock hit the back of his throat with every thrust and Oliver just swallowed around him, milking his shaft.

The wet heat was too much. Regie's heavy balls drew up tight.

"Gonna nut," he choked out. "Swallow every fucking drop. Fuck!"

With a roar, Regie buried himself balls deep and came hard. His cock jerked and throbbed as it spurted thick ropes of cum directly into Oliver's stomach. Oliver swallowed compulsively, not a single drop escaping his stretched lips.

Regie held his head in place, grinding against his face as he emptied every drop. Finally, he pulled out and watched Oliver cough and gasp for air.

"Fuck, so good for me," Regie panted, smearing his cum and spit across Oliver's face. "Knew you'd be the perfect little cocksucker for me."

Oliver just stared up at him with glassy eyes, lips swollen and dripping, ready and eager for more. Regie couldn't wait to ruin the rest of him too...