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Robby - Animal Instincts
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 03:06:30 +0000 UTCI knew I shouldn’t have done it. I’ve known Maliq since freshman year of college, we met at a GSA meeting when I was still telling people I was straight and just there to support. But by the time we all graduated in 2004, I had come out to most of my friends and family as gay.
Maliq said he always knew and that I had a “ness” to my straightness that wasn’t quite straight.
I’ll admit Maliq is cute, but not really my type. I usually go for other athletes like myself. I don’t do the shorty, femme types of guys, I much prefer muscles to twinks, but since Maliq and I were close friends, I would always let the moment heat up and we would have a steamy makeout session from time to time. Usually when drunk or after smoking together. I would never let it go further than that though, and we maintained that boundary for five years of friendship.
Ugh, but then his sister decided to get married in Jamaica, where they are from. He didn’t want to take a stranger to her wedding, and since I’m practically a member of his family at this point, she insisted he invite me along as his date. I know she’s been trying to set us up for years, but I’ve told both her and her fiancee that it’s not going to happen.
He paid for the entire trip, and while I’m not a beach guy, I have to admit, it’s a beautiful place—the hot sun, the beaches, all relaxing.
On day two, we got scooped up in a jungle excursion with the groom, and I thought I was getting a curious look from one of the groomsmen, but then I realized that dude was already married…I decided to put him in my spank-bank and leave it alone.
I know I’m not here for sex, and even though it’s been a couple of weeks, I’m not that hard up that I would start that kind of drama. I do get extremely horny after exercise and playing sports, but I wasn’t expecting how horny I would get from these activities and the fucking heat down here. I don’t have trouble pulling, even though my masculine demeanor doesn’t ping on most guys' gaydar, but when the ping on mine, I’ll let them know if I’m interested. Honestly, I much prefer to fly under the radar so I don’t have to shut down all the twinks that want to ride my dick.
Maliq is one of those twinks. I love him as a friend, but I could never be into him as more than that. If we weren’t friends, I might have hit it just as an easy hole to throw it in after a party or something, but I’d never take him on a date a put in the effort to fuck him. So he’s one of my best friends.
On the other hand, he is in love with me, so I’ve tried to be careful not to send mixed signals or let a line get crossed. Especially since I have a habit of not giving a fuck when I’m horny at after a party and will take home guys that I just want to use as a hole, not even knowing their names, just someone to use as a slam piece. Maliq, keeps testing my limits though. The drunk-makeouts are hot because it’s him, and I love him in a deep friendship way, but I never want to risk that because I know I don’t love him the way he loves me.
Now I’m a bit of a show off, but the day of his sisters wedding, he strut around the hotel room in these sexy black briefs that showed off his ass and tight body for the better part of an hour before we got dressed in our tuxes. While he’s not really my type, I’m still a man, I still have needs, I haven’t gotten off in days and it’s hard for me to keep my animal instincts in check. It really didn’t help when I was changing into my suit and he commented on how good I look in my Ethika boxers, sayin shit like, “damn, Robby, those look better on you than the model,” and then when I got my suit on he kept saying how sexy I look in it.
Still, I did the right thing. I kissed him on the cheek and told him how handsome he looked and how I was glad we had this kind of friendship after all these years.” He smiled and took the compliment, but I also saw that look that let me know he knew this was not a proper date. We’re just two friends going to a wedding together.
The wedding was beautiful. She got married on a private beach near the hotel, there was a fuck-ton of dancing, food, and booze. Man, there was a lot of booze. Their parents really spent a fortune giving her the wedding of her dreams.
By the time people were calling it a night, it was pretty late. Most of the hotel was shut down already, just waiting for us to clear out and return to our rooms. Maliq stole us a bottle of champagne, and we went back to our room. We slipped out of our tuxes and into some gym shorts. He popped open the bottle, and we passed it back and forth for a bit.
I was feeling drunk and full of love. The entire night was everyone there to celebrate love, how could I not be overflowing with that levity. I was definitely noticing the curve of his ass as he was laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows as we were laughing about something nerdy his new brother-in-law did yesterday. I’ve seen his ass fully nude before, but it’s been a minute, and I could see the outline of his skimpy briefs through the mesh shorts and my mind started to run wild. I was having trouble keeping my dick down. I’ve got 9” of real meat, so it ain’t easy for me to keep him hidden when he wants some attention. So I crossed my legs and leaned forward as I took another sip of the champagne.
“Oh, man, and the beach, that water was so nice, right?” He added.
“Mmm, yeah, I definitely want to get in there again before we leave. Oh, and the hot tub,” I wiped my mouth before passing it back to him.
“Oh fuck, the hot tub,” he kind of moaned. “What time does that close?” He took another swig.
I looked at the clock, it was 2:30 AM. “I don’t know, bro, but I’m sure it’s closed,” I laughed.
He handed me the bottle, “Was there a hot tub in the locker room near the ball room?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know, I only went in there to pee after the ceremony. I didn’t go deep into the spa parts.”
He grinned at me, “Let’s go investigate.” He rolled over like a puppy, put on his slides, ran back to grab the bottle of champagne from me, and then headed for the door.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. I got up, put on my slides, and followed behind him as quietly as my drunk ass could.
The event space was in its own building, only connected to the hotel through a small hallway. The main entrance was from the outside, and it had an amazing view of the beach sunset. Off to the side of the event space was a locker room, and further to that side was an outdoor pool.
We tiptoed down the hall, but no one was around to see us. The door was still unlocked, probably for the clean-up crew in the morning. We snuck in the bathroom door; the entire place was dark, not even a glowing exit sign. I could hear Maliq snickering as he felt around on the wall for a light switch and shushed me for chuckling at his insanity. He found a switch, and a light flickered and turned on deep in the locker area, but it cast an almost romantic glow throughout the rest of the locker room, and that was all we needed to continue deeper.
Our slides clapped on the tile floor as we walked past two rows of lockers, a bay of toilet stalls, and urinals, all decked out in beige, from tile to painted walls. Then, deeper in, was a massive communal shower stall with at least ten shower heads in a horseshoe. Just past the showers, a wooden door that must be a sauna, and then, “Jackpot,” he giggled. Deep inside the very dim back corner was a powered-down stone hot tub, big enough for ten men.
“Oh damn,” I stumbled over a loose tile in the floor.
He took a drink from the champagne bottle and set it on the tiled edge of the hot tub. “Find the controls,” he whispered.
I stood there, useless, feeling the champagne coursing through my body. Seconds later, I nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a growl from the tub, and a flash of dim light from the bottom of the tub was coupled with bubbles coming up at full intensity. “Oh shit,” I chuckled, unsure what I was afraid of.
“Yessss,” he said, coming back over to the tub. He leaned over, his ass unintentionally sticking out as he leaned over and swiped a hand through the water. I felt that deep, animal need start to boil in my balls as I checked out his ass and didn’t try to squash it like I usually do. “It’s still pretty warm…and getting hotter,” he mumbled. Then I watched as he sat on the edge to pull off his slides and socks. “Are you coming?”
I sighed, shook my head at him, shrugged and pulled off my shirt. Stepping up to the edge, I was a bit surprised when he stood up, dropped his shorts and undies to the floor and stepped into the tub bare assed naked. His bubble shook as he took each step into the water until it was partly submerged.
I grinned, cocked my head to the side, looking at his dick, “what are you doing?”
He shrugged, sitting down quickly in the water. “Ooh, warm,” he chuckled, sitting on the far side of the hexagon stone tub, spreading his defined arms over the backrest. His smile grew from ear to ear. “I didn’t bring my trunks.”
I shook my head and couldn’t hold back a smile. He’s always doing shit that gives him a look at my body. Not usually naked, but sometimes. He even found a reason to come in the bathroom while I was showering this morning, and I know he was just trying to get a peek.
Whatever. I looked him in the eye and dropped my shorts. His grin got even wider as his eyes traveled down my dick and then up my body. I let him drink it in as I walked up the single step, then stepped down into the tub to sit across from him, making sure to mirror how he was sitting, flexing my muscles as I did. “Oh damn, that is nice,” I sat with a jet right in my back, hitting those muscles I worked out when we did some cliff jumping yesterday.
He was staring at me, a look I couldn’t quite read. Then he stood in the center of the tub, the water barely hiding the root of his dick, he took the step forward putting himself between my legs, put a hand on the bench next to my thigh, his wrist just grazing the hair on my leg. My heart started racing as he leaned in, made full eye contact, reached behind me, and pulled back quickly with the bottle of champagne. He smirked, tilted his head back and took a good swig, not connecting his lips to the bottle and some splashed out and down his pecs into the crevice between his abs.
I couldn’t help but be turned on by the show, and the intensity of what I thought was him about to kiss me like he usually does when we get this hammered together.
Now, I’d usually laugh it off to keep from crossing the line, and keep our friendship on a pedestal, protected from my hornyness. The knowing smirk he gave me, though, was like he knew that I was expecting him to kiss me, and he knew I was going to let him and things would play out as usual with me shutting him down. There was a cockyness to him, and the swagger when he clutched the neck of the bottle in his dick stroking hand and slowly turned awayfrom me, it ignited my need to be the alpha.
I almost let it go, but as he turned I got a good look at his plump ass, half out of the water, the bubbles splashing up on it and I felt a switch inside me flip. It was like, suddenly, he wasn’t my friend anymore, he was a piece of ass I had to have.
I gently reached up, caressing his thighs, up to his ass, giving a gentle squeeze, then up so I could grab his tight waist with both hands and pull him back towards me, sitting him right in my lap, hotdogging my dick right in his buns. He let out a soft moan as he felt my meat and the water splashed around us. I wasn’t hard yet, but I was plumping up faster than he could process what was happening. I felt him inhale sharp, letting out a nervous, drunk chuckle, trying to play it like he was still in charge, but only because I allowed him to play that game.
He took a swig of the bottle, spreading his legs over mine, his knees on the outside of my knees, and then leaned his head back on my shoulder, offering me the bottle. I took a swig and let him continue to play his game as I ran my hands up and down his thighs, then wrapped my arms around his lower torso, trying to avoid his dick but it was clearly hard and pointing straight up out of the water, the tip grazed my forearm and I played it like I didn’t notice. Though it made my dick swell even bigger between his cheeks, my tip was now poking at his balls as he leaned his back into my chest.
I took the bottle from him, took another swig and placed it at arms-distance from us on the edge of the hot tub, making sure he couldn’t reach it without getting off me.
“What are you doing?” He asked playfully.
“You know what I’m doing,” I said in my bedroom voice, gyrating my hips under him.
I felt his heart start racing through his body and his ass clenched a bit. I pulled his head towards me, an awkward angle for both of us, but I kissed him, rubbing his chest and abs as I did, making sure to rock my hips under him to wake his hole up for what is about to happen to it.
He moaned into my mouth and reached down between his legs to play with the tip of my dick which just made me that much hornier and my tongue went into his mouth. He started sucking my tongue and playing with the head of my cock at the same time.
After this many days without getting off, there was no way I was going to blow my load in the hot tub without getting some ass and started to slide my cock under him, hunting his hole and then tried to push up into him.
“Mmm, what are you doing?” he broke our kiss.
I didn’t say anything, just tried to get in again.
He quickly flipped around and straddled my legs, trying to regain control. “Mmm, not here,” he groaned in a breathy voice.
I got serious, spreading his thighs, moving my ass to the edge of the seat and letting my hard dick slide over his ass hole. As soon as my tip touched his pucker, he clenched and it lit a fire inside me.
He slipped his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a romantic kiss, letting me tease his ass with my dick. I held his hips and slid him up and down in the water, using his crack like a sex toy to pleasure myself. After only a few pumps though, I wanted the real thing. I slipped my middle finger into his hole. He was clearly as turned on as I am and he moaned as his ass practically ate my finger. So I gave him a second finger, and his head fell back and his arms pulled my head into his neck. We’ve talked before and I know how much his neck is a hot zone for him, I sucked, and kissed and sucked as his tight pucker clamped down on my fingers.
After only a few minutes I decided I needed to get in him, pulled my fingers out and grabbed my dick, aiming it for his hole as my free hand pushed his hip down to land square on my tip.
“Mmm,” he moaned and popped up off my dick before his ring broke and let me in. “Not without a condom, you know I don’t do that,” he sighed.
I licked his neck and he arched his back so his ass slid across my dick. “Mmm, Maliq, you know I don’t got one on me,” I said, wiggling my dick between his cheeks. I know he’s wanted this for years and I pushed harder into him, this time his ass let me get the tip in and I groaned, feeling his bare hole sucking on my head.
He hissed, “Fuck, wait, we shouldn’t,” he arched his ass far back and my head popped out.
I sighed, “Bro-hoh,” I sing-songed, then lined my dick back to his hole, pulling his hips in and spreading his thighs wide so I can get a better angle at him.
“I want it, too. Let's go back to the room and do it right,” he said.
I know what he meant, and I know he’s going to make me put on a condom and make love to him, but all I want is to get my nut. I grabbed his hips tight, rocked my hips up into him until my head found the center of his hole and I pulled him down on me. The head popped into his ring for a third time. This time, I ignored his hissing and pulled him another few inches down my raw shaft.
“Ahh, shit, Robby,” he moaned, but didn’t pull back this time, trying to relax and take me.
I kissed him deep, feeling his smooth, tight, hungry hole start to swallow a few more inches before my girth hit resistance and he clamped down tight. “Mmm, fuck you’re tight,” I ran my hands up the vee of his back, down to his ass and gave his globes a squeeze before running my hands back up to his shoulders and started pulling him down on my cock.
“Aaahhh, fuck,” He wimpered, his head falling back as he took in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I have lube back in the room,” he offered.
“Give it a second,” I told him. I know I precum a lot, and I haven’t gone bareback with a guy in years, so I’m leaking in him like a hose. His silky smooth anal walls were already sending me and I was only a few inches deep. My cock needed to be all the way in him and feel his unclaimed hole. There was no way I was letting him off my dick now.
“Ungh, we should really be safe,” he said, clenching his ass in empty protest.
I know he never lets guys fuck him raw, he’s always condom shaming our social group and it honestly made me more determined to fuck him raw. So I pulled him down and rocked my cock up into him until only a sliver of water was between us.
“Oh fuck,” he cried out in both pain and pleasure.
“Oh yeah, shit bro, that feels so good,” I rocked my hips, wasting no time, not giving him any time to rethink letting me inside.
He started to moan as I rocked up into him. Unable to hide how much he was enjoying it as he stopped resisting and started riding my cock. His muscles clenched when I bottomed out, holding me inside him instead of pushing me out.
I was in heaven, I forgot how good a tight raw hole felt. I continued to chew on his neck and hold him down as he bounced. The water splashing the walls of the hottub, adding resistance so I couldn’t pound his ass like I wanted to, but the slow and sensual route was doing it for me, as I enjoyed every inch of his chute. It felt so good, I wasn’t going to last long. “Fuck…Maliq,” I groaned.
“Bobby, your dick is so good,” he moaned, “just pull out when you’re ready to nut, ok?”
I kept rocking up into him, moaning as his now precum lubed ass slid easily up and down my shaft. Only a few inches up and back down, and then we’d grind against each other, my tip breaching his inner ring and I felt my balls push out a little drop of my juice each time he squeezed me inside him. I couldn’t hold back and there was no way I was going to pull out. “Oh fuck, I’m about to nut,” I warned him.
“Mmm,” he moaned, then I felt him try to pull off my dick.
I couldn’t have that, and gripped his waist tight, rocking my hips a few more times into him, “Oh yeah, I’m about to nut,” I told him. The intensity of his raw ass was too good, I held back as long as I could, getting as many strokes in until I couldn’t hold back any longer and I brought my hands up his back to grip his shoulder and pulled him down as I rocked my hips deep into him a few more strokes. I moaned, crunching my abs as my balls exploded, shooting wad after wad of my boiling nut deep into his guts. “Mmmmfuuuck,” I mumbled, twitching inside me and clamping so tight on his shoulders it had to hurt. “Fu–” I trailed off as I felt the last dribble of my cum pooling at the tip of my dick deep inside me.
He huffed out of breath, “Oh fuck,” he huffed a few more deep breaths, “did you cum in me?”
I released my grip on him and relaxed back into the hot water jet in my back. “OH fuck, sorry bro,” I let my hands slide down his tight body to his waist and then started massaging his still hard dick with my right hand.
He quickly forgot he was angry with me and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hole clamped down on my spent dick and he gently rocked his hips. Fucking himself slowly as his legs spread even wider I felt his prostate swell against my dick and his torso tremored as he gasped and his cum splattreed my chest with a silent, “oh fuck,” from his lips and a few more twitches milking my cock. I stroked all of his nut out until he couldn’t cum anymore and then when he looked in pain I released his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned and slowly pulled himself off my cock and sat next to me. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, he took a swig and passed it to me. He let out a heavy breath, “That felt…”
I chuckled, “Yeah, I needed some ass,” I purposefully said it in a way that let him know it was just another fuck for me, nothing more.
We sat in the hot tub, soaking in bubbles and probably cum for the rest of the bottle and changed the subject to the schedule for tomorrow.
His attitude the next day was rough. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked him, I knew it would mean way more to him than it did me, but fuck…I needed that nut.
It was weeks before the snippy attitude finally stopped and we got drunk and he told me off. I definitely deserved it, but still…worth it.
Comments
Brendan Gavin
Definitely worth it! But shitting down twinks that want to ride your cock!? That’s crazy talk
