"If I'm being completely honest, Jeff, yeah, I wanted to be with Max," Mitchell admitted, "but not if that meant Max and me rutting next to...I guess some combination of Finn, Tyler and George. You weren't around, but I'd have wanted to be with you, too. Or with both you and Max." The two of them were lying each in each other's arms, just talking, in Jeff's bedroom. Max, Finn, Fred and George were...somewhere else, presumably still in the house...doing God knows what.
Jeff shifted his weight as he nuzzled Mitchell's neck and whispered, "Thank God, Mitchell, I was afraid you were crying earlier because you'd suddenly realized that you're really straight. I couldn't bear that." Mitchell laughed out loud, and when he did, Jeff gently wrapped his fingers around his best bud's giant ginger cock. Mitchell inhaled sharply, as if he'd been caught off guard by Jeff's overtly sexual touch.
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Jeff wasn't letting go of his best friend's boner, either, though he was mostly just holding it. "What you really need, Mitchell, is..." Jeff whispered, just as their mouths came together, their lips parting, their tongues probing. As Mitchell's cock throbbed in Jeff's hand, and as that hand began to slide lightly and smoothly up to the head of Mitchell's dick, Mitchell wondered how Jeff would complete his sentence when he finally got Mitchell's tongue out of his (Jeff's) mouth. What DID Jeff think Mitchell 'really needed'?
Mitchell could think of several things he very much needed at that very moment:
• A hand job;
• A blow job;
• To brush his teeth;
• A really good ass fucking;
• Any kind of ass fucking;
• A cold-water bottle;
• To replace Jeff's hand with his own if Jeff wasn't going to move it (up and down) any faster than he was then (barely) stroking his dick;
• A long nap;
• A dog;
• Not to get caught in bed with Jeff by Max;
• To get caught by Max with Jeff's fat watermelon dick buried balls deep in his ass...and for Max to complete spit roasting him by shoving his thick beer can cock down his throat while Jeff continued hammering his ass;
• To fuck Jeff as tenderly and as passionately and for as long as he could, before Max caught them fucking and banished him for life;
• A shower - he probably smelled like stale ass; AND
• A ride home...much later.
"So, what do you think I really need?" Mitchell prompted when their mouths parted momentarily. They resumed their hungered face sucking as soon as Mitchell had gotten his question out, so Mitchell's hand found Jeff's heavy low hangers to play with until Jeff was ready to talk again. "Mitchell, what I think you really need," Jeff said at last, "is a real, honest to God boyfriend." Mitchell groaned. He wanted Jeff...and Max. "What?" Jeff asked. "You know I'm right, dude. Max and I were talking about it, last night and we've got a couple of pretty good guys in mind..."
"Who?" Mitchell groaned. Dewey was probably one of the guys they had in mind for him. Dewey was a good dude, but Mitchell couldn't see the two of them as a couple. Maybe Finn or Tyler? But if that's who they were thinking about, then they had to be blind. Fuck, even a blind person could've seen the sparks flying between those two guys the night before. Plus, when Finn's little detour with Tyler hit its inevitable dead end, Finn would still have his raging hard on for Jeff. "Sorry, bro," Jeff said as he nibbled Mitchell's ear. "It was really Max's idea, so he should be the one to tell you...or at least be here."
