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It’s their third year of college. Curly and Jimmy are both in their 20's, they took a few years to save up some money before moving to college together.
Well, more like Jimmy following Curly into college.
“Dude, just do it later.” Jim nags, “what’s the rush? It’s saturday.” Curly sighs as he tries his hardest to focus on his paper. Sprawled out on the coffee table are books and assignments, along with a few empty beer cans from Jimmy last night.
“I just want to get it over with– you know I have to work on monday!” Curly raises his voice and turns to look at Jimmy, who's leaning down over the back of the couch. Practically breathing down Curlys neck while he tries to study.
Jim scoffs. He walks around the couch and sits down next to curly. He places his elbows on his knees and leans down. He glances up at curly with an annoyed look.
“I know you don't entirely understand, but I have to work and I can't fail this class–” curly explains. Unfortunately, it's useless.
“What do you mean ‘I don't understand?’ ” Jimmy scowls at him, looking betrayed.
Curly’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open, looking for words. “I meant-”
“No, I know what you meant– you think I don't care about passing? I have my own problems, curly. I work just as hard as you do.” Jim sits up and waves his hands as he talks, leaning back against the cushions while he waits for Curlys answer. Which is most likely an apology.
“Yeah, Jim! I don't think you care at all!” curly yells. Stomping his foot as he stands up. “All you seem to do is drink and bash me for– I don't even know! For working and studying? For giving a shit about my career?”
Jim stares in disbelief, he hoists himself up and tries to stand his ground. But his calves are parallel with the couch cushion and he's on the edge of falling back down. Curly isn't giving him much ground to really stand on.
At a loss for words, he blinks a few times and his reflexes get him before he can stop. He raises his fist and–
Curly hits him right in the face. Right hooked like he was nothing. As soon as curly saw his fist raise he didn't even hesitate to defend himself. He looked at Jim, clutching his face and whining, and he felt powerful.
He liked it
Maybe he was just looking for a reason to hit him.
But before he could dwell on that thought, he realized how guilty he felt. “Jim- I'm sorry..” he reaches a hand to his friend, trying to comfort and apologize. But Jim just glared through his fingers, eyes wide and scared.
Jim turns and runs off down the hall into their shared bathroom. Curly follows.
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Jim grabs at the sides of the sink and glances up at himself in the mirror. His face is red and he can feel his blood pulsing as a dark bruise forms slowly. He closes his eyes and tries to rationalize his thoughts.
Because he has a really big problem.
He's very hard right now.
He's embarrassed and he feels absolutely filthy. I mean really? Getting turned on from getting hit in the face? What a fucking freak.
He opens his eyes, adjusting to the bright fluorescent light. And he stares down at his pants, with a massive fucking tent in them. Pressing against the sink uncomfortably, and making him a lot more aware of it.
“Jim, look- I'm sorry! I just got mad, okay?” Jim shudders, Curlys words are not at all helping. The sound of Curlys desperate and begging tone is making his dick press harder against his jeans.
He backs up and leans against the wall, unzipping his pants quietly. Curly bangs on the door again. “Jim, cmon! open up!” he presses against the wall harder, rubbing himself through his boxers.
“Shut up!..” Jim manages to stutter out, trying to sound as normal as possible. His pants bunch up around his thighs as he takes his dick out. Wrapping his hand around it gently, squeezing the base and sighing, trying to stay quiet.
“I can help you, man. Please, let me in.” Jim puts his other hand over his mouth to cover his groans and shuddering breath. He imagines curly really helping him, bending him over and jerking him off from behind, begging to fuck him-
“Jim! open up!” he imagines curly putting his fingers in his mouth, telling him to open wide as he stuffs his cock in his mouth-
He can't take it anymore. He has to try.
He pulls his pants up a little, still keeping his dick out, and steps toward the door. He grabs the handle and opens it just a little bit. Letting a tiny crack of light shine outside into the hallway, right onto Curlys worried face.
Jim peeks around the door, staring up at curly with only one eye.
Curly opens his mouth to speak, but Jim cuts him off. “This is your fault.”
Jim grabs Curlys wrist and drags him into the bathroom. Throwing the taller man behind him and putting his back against the door, locking it. Not because he needs to, they live alone, but just because he needs to be tethered to this man in any way possible.
“Jim, are you o..kayyy..” he glances down to his friends leaking dick. He manages to pry his eyes off and make eye contact with him, confused.
Jimmy is shaking, his breath is quick and short. He swallows hard before he leans forward and grabs Curly by his shirt, dragging him closer, until their chests are pressed together and he can feel the warmth radiating off of Curly's body.
“Curly..” he whispers, holding back a whine. He feels his dick twitch against Curlys leg and he knows that he felt it too. He reaches for Curly’s wrist, grabbing it and pulling it towards his hard on.
Curly wraps his hand around Jims dick awkwardly. Jimmy whines as he closes his eyes tight and holds his breath, biting his lip and turning his head away in embarrassment. Curly looks up at him and slowly strokes him, watching his reactions.
He acts as if he has never been touched in his life, he writhes under the smallest and simplest strokes of Curlys hand.
Curly lets go and Jim flinches, scared that he will say something or make fun of him. But he doesn't. Jim looks down to see curly pulling his own half hard dick out from over his sweatpants. Already matching size with Jimmys and it's not even fully hard. The idea makes his dick twitch. He hopes curly didn't notice.
Curly lines up their dicks together parallel and grabs them both in one hand, he's only able to wrap around halfway, but it's good enough. He sighs as he starts stroking them both off at once, feeling Jim buck his hips up into Curly’s fist.
“Jim..” he moans, mouth open and panting, “need more-” he says under his breath. Before Jimmy can answer, Curly presses their faces together in a messy and uncomfortable kiss. Teeth clash and tongues swirl, spit gathers and threatens to fall down their chins.
Jim puts his hands on Curlys shoulders and keeps him in place, he gags on Curlys spit and whines into the kiss, moaning and choking on Curlys tongue.
He feels the door unlock behind him and Curly lets go of both their dicks, placing his hand behind Jimmy's back, pulling him closer. He opens the door and they stumble a few paces down the hallway into Curlys bedroom.
Curly positions Jimmy against the side of the bed, and presses him down, kissing down his neck and dragging his tongue along his skin. Jimmy shudders and his back arches.
“Curly!–” he yelps as his friend bites down onto him, chewing and indenting the soft skin on his neck. “What the- fuck-” he cries, grinding against curly, begging and desperate for any touch.
Curly lets him go, spit slides down Jim's shoulder and Curlys mouth waters at the sight under him. Jimmy squirms at the soreness all over his body.
“Stop whining, Jimmy.. I'll take care of you..” he soothes, he pulls off his shirt and throws it beside him on the floor, he reaches and strips off Jimmy's shirt, already damp with sweat.
Heavy breathing fills the room, atmosphere thick and needy. Jimmy's dick leaks onto his skinny stomach, leaving a pool of precum. Curly groans at the sight and his hand trails down to grip Jim’s dick.
He automatically bucks his hips into Curly's hand, staring at the contact before arching his back and turning to put his face in the scrunched up blankets. Curly decides he wants to test something, so he grips the others dick tighter. Roughly jerking him off.
His groan turns into higher moans as his thighs shake and his arms thrash. Jimmys mouth gapes open and he drools onto Curlys blankets. Curly just drinks in the sight, cocking his head to the side in awe as he speeds up. Watching as Jim starts writhing more and more, getting closer to his edge.
He stops at the tip and massages it in his fist, Jimmy's back arches and his breath hitches. Curly slowly releases his grip as he moves down the others dick. Letting his fingers sprawl on Jimmy’s pelvis, nesting in his unkempt hair.
His cock twitches pathetically, coughing up more precum. “What? Curls cmon- i was so close..” he moans, voice high pitched and slutty.
“Don't worry, you'll get what you want.” Curly flips him over. Now in this new position, curly is able to slide down his friends jeans. He slides them down over his smooth thighs and it falls in a bunch around his ankles, his belt jingling as it hits the floor.
Jimmy reflexively presents himself, he cringes and bites down on his teeth at how much of a whore he must look like. He grabs fistfulls of the blankets as he feels curly spread him open.
He wants to put up a fight, but he can't. He needs this. “You always get what you want..” curly mumbles, he sounds annoyed and it makes Jimmy's dick twitch. Curly spits loudly onto Jims hole, the warm spit and cold air makes shivers go up his spine.
Curly massages the spit against Jim's hole, up and down strokes threatening to dip inside him at any moment. Jimmy's eyes flutter shut gently as he gets used to the feeling. Eventually curly dips two fingers inside of him, stretching him out quickly. The stretch burned and Jimmy's eyebrows furrow, screwing his eyes shut and he holds back a whimper.
He flinches with every move, his ass already hurts and they've barely even started. He bites down on the blanket in front of him. Trying to force his body to relax. It hurts and his body is tensing and fearful of the next step, but still, it turns him on. Being this vulnerable and sore is such a turn on for him.
Curly presses his fingers deeper into the other man, pressing against his walls. He curls his fingers and pushes hard against the other's prostate. Jim shivers and buries his entire face against the sheets, moaning loudly. Tightening his fists and clawing at the bed. Curly makes circular motions inside him, loosening him up.
“Good enough” Curly groans, before pulling his fingers out quickly, Jimmy flinches and clenches his hole around nothing. Curly grins at the sight.
“Fucking- hurry-” Jimmy pushes his hips up more, presenting himself to the other man. “Oh shut up Jimmy. I know how much you need this.” his thumbs bury into Jims ass before spreading him open wide, watching how his hole clenches repeatedly. “You poor thing..” he teases.
“Shut up..” Jimmy's words are muffled, but you can still hear the whine in his voice. “Poor boy.. You need my dick so bad, huh?” he grinds up against Jims hole, sliding the underside of his dick over the now slick entrance.
“Beg for it, James.”
Jim flinches, a whine is caught in his throat and he chokes on it. “Im not- im not fucking begging for you.” he spits, resting his chin on the blankets, staring at the wall in front of him underneath his heavy eyelids. His mouth is open, drool leaking down his chin from non stop moaning.
A loud slap echoes through the room, followed by a high pitched scream as curly brings his hand down on him. A red mark forms where curly slapped. “Come on jimmy..” he coos, scratching roughly at Jims thigh, underneath the reddening splotch of skin.
“Fuck- im not gonna-”
Another harsh slap in the same spot, this time harder. More painful than loud. “Fffuck! Mmhh curl- curly..” he drools.
“You need another one?” curly teases. His other hand still spreading him open tightens, his nails dig into his skin. “Pain whore..” he laughs, rubbing his thumb over the sore spot he hit. Watching as Jimmy flinches at the pressure.
“Nnghh.. Mhm.." Jimmy hums, his mind slipping into a subspace already. His cock twitches at the throbbing pain in both his face and his ass. “If you say so..” curly says, amused. He brings his hand down again and slaps the same spot, this time clawing his nails down right afterwards. He hopes to draw blood.
The muscles down his back tense and twitch at the pain. “cchrist-” Jimmy bangs his fist against the bed, raking his hand down it and turning his head to the side to breathe. Curly can see him better from this angle, he can see Jimmy's messy hair and drool pooling down his cheek, dampening the mattress.
“Fuck- fuck me- curlyy..” he moans, closing his eyes and almost going completely limp. “What was that, baby?” Curly is determined to wring out anything he can from this man. “Please- please fuck me- Curly, please, please-”
“See? That wasn't so hard, was it?” Curly reaches up to Jim's shoulder and scratches a long stripe down his back, red lines following behind. He angles himself with his hand and presses in slowly.
Jim’s mouth curls into a pathetic smile, his teeth baring as curly goes deeper. Curly moans as he watches his cock sink inch by inch into the man under him. He can feel Jimmy tighten and clench around him as he stretches him out even more.
“So– so tight for me..” curly groans, mostly talking to himself. He holds Jimmy's hips in place, large hands wrapping around the other's frail waist. Jimmy whimpers as he finally bottoms out, he swears he can feel curly all the way in the back of his throat.
Curly sucks air through his teeth as he pulls out halfway, pushing Jimmy's waist away from him. “No, nono- no, please-” Jimmy pleads, he tries to lean up on his arms. But he is pushed right back down as curly slams back into him. The bed shakes with the thrust and Jimmy's head falls roughly back down onto the sheets.
“Fuh– fuck!” Jim babbles, tears welling in his eyes. “Cmon Jimmy, make this easy for me..” curly rolls his hips and grinds inside of the other, trying to loosen him up a little more. Jimmy just moans and sputters pathetically, not being able to say anything even if he wanted to.
Curly reaches forward with one hand and grabs Jimmy's hair, forcing him to lean upwards. His other hand snakes around his side to wrap around his cock, grabbing it tightly like earlier. Jim’s breath sputters and catches on his moans, his arms twitch uselessly in front of him, looking for something to grab onto. He's just barely able to reach and claw at the sheets underneath them, leaving little dark scratch marks in the fabric.
“Curly- curly please-” he moans, desperate for anything. He's not even sure what he's begging him for. Curlys hips are still rocking against him and driving his cock deep inside the other man's hole. From this angle, Curlys dick is pressing right against Jims prostate.
Jimmy's whole body feels used, he feels sore and tired al from Curly's tightening grip on Jim's greasy black hair, the red mark on his ass from Curlys slaps, the burning claw mark running down his back, and the throbbing bruise on his face from the right hook from earlier.
Jimmy has never been happier.
His hole is stretched and abused more than it has been in years, his dick is red and begging to release. He doesn't think he's ever been this hard before. His breathing picks up as curly massages the tip in his fist, same way he did earlier. Jimmy's stomach tightens and he's so close.
“Let it out james.. Cum for me, baby” curly bites down on his shoulder, sucking a dark hickey into the other’s tanned skin. Curly tugs on his hair roughly to pull his head back to give himself more room. Jim gasps and clenches around Curlys cock, his hips twitch as he cums in thick ropes on curly’s bed. He whimpers as curly does long strokes around his softening cock, helping him ride out his high.
Curly lets go of Jimmy's hair. “That's a good boy..” he smiles into the other's skin before pulling his hips back and thrusting a little harder than before, causing Jimmy to choke and fall forward slightly. “I'm not done yet baby..” he warns.
He grabs both of Jimmy's hips again, pulling out almost entirely and pushing right back in. Jim goes limp again and lets himself be used. His stomach and chest smear against the cum stains on the sheets under him, even on his face he feels dampness. He turns his face to the side and tries to look back at curly, who's also in absolute bliss.
Curlys hair is falling in front of his face, blonde strands sticking to his forehead and falling into his open mouth. He's practically drooling. Him and Jimmy's warm breath fills the room, muffling the sound of skin and creaks from the bed. Curlys muscles move under his pale skin as he moves Jimmy's body in any way he wants.
Eventually curly speeds up. Soft plaps echo through the room. Jimmy's head feels fuzzy, he's entirely on cloud nine. “Mmhf! So full.. christ- curly-y-y” his words are punctuated by moans from Curlys repeated thrusting. Curly pushes down on Jimmys lower back, forcing him to arch his back and stay in place.
His groans turn into growls as he fucks harder into jimmy. He watches as Jimmy's hair bounces with each thrust and how Jims gone completely slack. He thinks how pathetic it is that his friend is letting him use his body like a cheap sex doll.
“So- so good.. fuckk- shit, i'm close” curly groans, speeding up and scratching at jimmy, feeling the bumps of his spine under his nails. Jimmy bangs his fist against the bed before backing up onto Curlys dick, fucking himself on it. Causing slaps to be heard around the room.
That was it for curly. He grabs Jimmy's hips tightly once more, for sure bruising them this time. He holds him and buries his cock as deep as he can as he cums inside his roommate. He fills him to the brim, Jimmy whines and bites down on his arm.
Curly pants, he fucks his cum inside him a few more times, earning gasps and cries from jimmy. After a few thrusts he pulls out, watching his cum sputter and drip out of Jimmy’s red and stretched out hole.
“Good job, Jim..” he says breathlessly, slapping the not abused side of Jims ass lightly. Jimmy flops over on his side, he shimmies on his back and lines himself up with Curlys softening cock. His second hard on for the night lay throbbing against his wet, cum smeared, stomach.
“More– I'm not done, please” he pleads frantically, as if he's running out of time. Curly looks stunned, youd imagine a man whos been beat and fucked all day to be less.. Turned on..
“Put it- put it back in, curly- goddamnit!” he arches uselessly against the bed and tries to sink himself back on curlys cock, but from this angle it's hard to do so. “Hey- hey, calm down. Let me do it.” Curly soothes, he lifts Jims leg and sinks his dick back where it was, filling him back up. Cum squishes out around Curlys cock, they moan in unison, Jimmy throws his head back as he adjusts.
He leans back up to watch as his own body sucks in his best friend's dick like he was made for it. Curly sighs before looking up at Jimmy's red and flushed face, tear stained, drool pooling in the corners of his mouth, his face in a pathetic scowl, wincing at the throbbing pain all over. He looks perfect like this.
Curly uses both of his hands, he drags them down Jimmy's body, feeling up his chest and his sides. Jimmy's ribs show with each exhale, each breath draining whine he takes shows his frail bones under his patchy skin. Curly rakes his nails down his stomach, watching how Jim convulses with each inch he drags down.
His cock stays still inside him, just plugging him full of Curlys cum. “You're so sensitive..” curly says softly, smoothing his hands over the red lines already forming. “Shut up..” Jimmy snaps, his body twitching forward. Curly moves quickly, he slaps Jimmy's cock harshly. It plaps against his skin and bounces back up to tap against his stomach again.
Tears stream freely down Jimmy's bruised face. He huffs and hiccups on his sobs, for a moment, curly wonders if he's gone too hard on him. Curly studies how his skin is raised up around the fully dark bruise, he looks good like this.
“Yes- yes, god–” Jimmy's face contorts to a sick smile, his hands grip the sheets behind him and he grinds down against curly's dick. “Don't stop-” he grinds faster on Curlys dick “touch me- please, one more- just touch me..” he begs, looking up at curly through glassy and tearful eyes, still smiling stupidly, drunk off of curlys thick cock.
And who was curly to deny such a nice request? So, he brings a hand towards Jim's cock, laughing softly at how he flinched when he made contact. He gets him off slowly, up and down strokes, squeezing the tip on his upstroke, and smoothing on his downstroke. Jim sighs and moans loudly, eyes shut gently as he soaks in the bliss.
Curly speeds up, stroking him hard and fast, twisting his fist. Jimmy jumps at the speed, he starts squirming and bucking up into his hand (as best as he can, considering he's stuffed to the brim). Soon enough, he gets into a rhythm of grinding down on Curlys cock and thrusting up into his hand. His breathing picks up and his throat feels raw.
Curly knows Jims going to cum soon, so he stops for a moment. He leans down and holds Jimmy's face with both hands, kissing him and shoving his tongue inside his mouth. Jimmy moans around Curly’s tongue, he tries his best to keep up but is ultimately falling behind.
Curly pulls back and stares at him for a moment, grinding down into him with short quick thrusts. He studies Jims face as he bounces with every thrust, his hair sticking to his face and his tear glossed eyes forcing themselves to stay open to maintain eye contact.
“Whore.” Curly laughs, he stands back up and slaps him across the face, quickly pulling his hand back down to jerk him off again in harsh fast strokes. Unintentionally matching his own pace, Jimmy folds as his stomach tenses and he covers his face with one hand. He practically screams as he finishes. Painting Curly’s fist in a thick off-white rope of cum. Curly slows to massage only the tip of his friend's cock, cum spurts out as Jimmy's whole body convulses, his stomach tightens and he sucks air into his lungs.
Curly watches closely, feeling his own high come close. He moves his hand down to lift up Jimmys legs, pushing him into a mating press. Jimmy whines in confusion as his body is flexed beyond his limits. Curly slams back in, holding jimmy up from behind his knees, he fucks into him hard and deep, chasing his second orgasm for the night.
Jimmy holds onto curlys shoulders. “Yeah- please- fuck me, fuck me curly cmon-” he begs, laughing breathlessly, his useless spent cock bouncing against his folded tummy. Curly growls and groans, making shaky eye contact with his best friend.
He tightens his jaw and speeds up as fast as he can go, drilling into the poor slut under him. “Cum inside- me-” Jimmy chokes out. Curly snaps his hips forwards and cums deep inside once again, it spills out of Jims hole, leaking down onto the bed below them. Curly holds Jimmy's legs as close as he can, trying to be as close to the other as possible.
“Fucking hell..” curly mutters “where did you learn any of that? Filthy thing.." Curly smiles and looks up for an answer, Jimmy laughs under his breath dryly, his throat sore and abused. “Nothing you.. Need to worry about..” he tries to catch his breath. He can feel curlys cock inside him move with every breath he takes.
Curly slowly lets go of Jims legs, and pulls out of him. Letting Jimmy stretch and get used to not being literally folded in half. He groans at the sore feeling in his ass, he lets his legs fall open relaxed and he breathes deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment. He feels curly reach down onto the floor and picks up his shirt from earlier, he wipes down Jims stomach and his chest, cleaning him off.
He lifts up one of Jim's legs and watches his cum ooze out of him slowly, his mouth waters.
“Can you hurry this up?” Jim’s back to his usual self, always complaining.
“Yeah.. just..” he trails off. He drops the shirt onto the bed and opens up Jims hole once more, watching it tighten as the cold air hits him. “Curly?” Jim shuffles under Curlys grasp, he stops once he feels something wet lap up at his hole.
Curly licks at Jim's hole, tasting his own cum and lapping it up out of the other man. He practically drinks his own spend out of his friend. He dips his tongue inside and swirls it around, tasting the inside of Jimmy's guts. “Shit- what the fuck, man–” jimmy moans, he absentmindedly grinds down on Curlys tongue. Curlys senses are filled entirely by Jimmy, he can hear him squirming and moaning, he can taste himself inside of the other man, he can smell Jims raw scent– if he didnt just cum twice he would be hard as fuck right now.
He decides he can't do anything more without getting hard again, and that would just hurt, so he pulls back. Connected by a string of cum and spit before it breaks and falls onto his shirt from earlier. Which he picks up and wipes him down for real this time. He fully cleans off himself and his friend before throwing the shirt on the floor and crawling up to lay next to jimmy.
“Youre fucking gross, man..” Jimmy mumbles into Curly’s chest, nuzzling and latching onto him. “You're the pain whore!” Curly responds, faking offense to Jimmy's insult. Jimmy pulls back and looks him in his eyes “You tell anyone about this, I will fucking kill you.” he spits, but curly just smiles.
“I won't tell a soul, baby.”
“This will never happen ever again.” Jimmy's words are muffled by curlys chest. Curly pets him softly, “yeah, right.”
Curly then told his friend Ryker as SOON as he saw him the next day.
That was then followed by Jimmy giving Curly a CRAZYY blowjob out of HATE!!!!