Ken James Fiction
Andy and Pete are partners in a fast-rising architectural firm in Austin. Andy's girlfriend broke up with him six months ago.
Pete secretly loves Andy. Just when he's ready to make a move, Andy meets Gretchen, a strong-willed country girl with an abusive boyfriend.
After several dates, Gretchen takes Andy to bed. But, even after a night of wild passion, he's not sure she's over her boyfriend, especially after she agrees to go see him in Fredericksburg.
Gretchen goes to Fredericksburg to break up with her boyfriend. He rapes her pussy and virgin ass, leaving her stunned and afraid of men. All men.
4 – Saturday, June 17
It was after seven when Andy and Pete finished their workout in the condo's gym and hit the group shower in the men's locker room.
Pete lathered up, paying special attention to his butt and crotch, then handed Andy the soap. "You're sure quiet."
"Yeah." Andy soaped his legs, then self-consciously ran the soap bar over his cock and balls. "Guess so."
"Woman trouble? Already? You only met Gretchen two weeks ago."
Andy finished lathering his chest and arms, then put the soap in the holder. "I'm not sure." He rinsed off, then reached for the shampoo. "Things were super hot last weekend but now . . ." He rubbed the shampoo into his crewcut, then ducked his head under the shower.
Frank was watching him. "What happened?"
"Just seems like she's dodging me."
"You told me she's been working in Fredericksburg."
"Yeah, but that's only eighty miles away. I could have gone to see her." He ran his fingers through his short brown hair. "Didn't want me to. Made a lot of excuses."
"Maybe she's too busy."
"That's what she says. She's been an associate at that firm for two years. Another three years and they'll make her a partner."
"Well, that's an incentive for working hard."
"Sure. It's just . . ."
"Her boyfriend lives there. Gretchen says he's her ex, but he left a shitload of messages on her phone and called while she was with me on Sunday morning."
"Maybe he just won't give up."
"She talked to him for a long time. In German. Agreed to see him when she was in Fredericksburg."
"Maybe she's trying to break it off."
"That's what she said. That she wanted to tell him in person."
"That's kind of reasonable."
"I know. But I can't help thinking. He's there and I'm here. And she canceled on me. They were going to knock off early Friday and come back to Austin."
"But they didn't?"
"She called me Friday afternoon. They're working through the weekend. I'm flying out tomorrow, so I won't see her until I get back from San Francisco." Andy turned the water off, tossed Pete a towel, and picked up the other one.
"You talk to her?" Pete dried his chest and shoulders, then stretched the towel behind him to get his back and butt.
"Every day. And exchanged a lot of texts. But she calls me. Doesn't want me to call her. Said she might be with her bosses. Or her parents." Andy watched Pete rub the towel over his crotch. When he moved down to dry his legs and ankles, his cock seemed to have grown.
"Still could be harmless." Pete grinned when he saw where Andy was looking. "All that sounds reasonable. Sort of, anyway."
Andy felt himself blushing. He looked up into Pete's eyes, trying to ignore the stirring in his own groin. "Sure. It sounds reasonable, but when you put everything together . . ."
"You think she's back with the boyfriend?"
"When we talk, she's just sort of . . . distant. Started Monday night. It was almost midnight when she called." Andy finished drying off and dropped the towel, but didn't reach for his clothes. "She said she'd seen him. Told him to get lost. But something just sounded wrong."
"She could have had a rough time with him. Breaking up isn't easy." Pete laughed briefly. "It's not easy for me, and I've had lots of practice."
Andy picked up his briefs. His cock had grown long and heavy, just like Pete's.
"Yo, Bro!" Pete was grinning at him. "Packin' some wood there."
"You, too." Andy stuffed his thickening pole into his underwear, trying to keep his eyes away from Pete's crotch, then put his khaki hiking shorts and tank top on.
"We're young and healthy." Pete hadn't touched his clothes. "And our girls have deserted us."
"What happened to you?" Andy took his sneakers out of the locker and sat on the bench running down the middle of the locker room. "The guy with the harem?"
"I had a date with Kristin, but her brother made a surprise visit. She canceled at the last minute. It was too late to find anyone else." Pete pointed to his hard-on. "Now, I've got this."
Andy laughed nervously. "Well, don't ask me to help you. I'm not that horny. Not yet, anyway."
"Don't worry. I'm not gay." To Andy's relief, Pete put on his blue jeans. "Not exactly."
"Not exactly? What does that mean?"
"Never mind." Pete pulled his tee-shirt over his head, then sat down beside Andy to put his shoes on. "I was thinking about that pool party. "
"Last year?" Andy's stiff dick strained against his briefs. "What about it?"
"This about it." Pete kissed Andy, full on the lips.
Andy froze. "What was that for?"
"Remember when you pushed me into the pool?"
Andy remembered Pete's hard body pressing against his. And the way they'd kissed while grappling under the water. Vividly. "Sure, but we were drunk and stoned. Just horsing around."
Pete squeezed Andy's thigh. "And later, in the shower?"
"Yeah." He'd thought about that a lot, especially on sleepless nights after Cindy left. "I remember just fine." He put his hand over Pete's. "I want . . . well . . . I'm not sure . . ."
"It's okay." Pete stood up. "Come on. I'll buy you a drink."
* * * *
They sat on Pete's couch with a bottle of Milagro tequila, watching one of the political talk shows and taking a shot every time a panelist uttered an obviously-prepared talking point. They were pretty wasted by the time Pete turned the TV off.
"Feeling better?" Pete refilled their glasses.
"Feeling no pain. That's for sure." Andy held up his glass. "Salud." They drank. Andy shook his head when Pete reached for the bottle. "Naw. I don't need any more."
"I'm pretty loaded myself." Pete put the stopper in the bottle and turned the TV off. "Enough to forget about woman troubles. How about you?" He leaned back and crossed his legs. His knee almost touched Andy's.
"I don't know what to think about Gretchen. She kind of threw herself at me—"
"That's because you're a stud."
Andy laughed. "Tell that to the other girls I've dated."
"Don't sell yourself short." Pete's knee brushed Andy's. "You're a sexy guy."
"Maybe so." Andy almost moved away from Pete, but something kept him in place. "It sure didn't feel like a one-night stand."
"You ever have a one-night stand?"
"Well, a couple in college. But we were drunk."
"How about you and Gretchen? "
"We'd had a few beers, but we weren't drunk."
"Sounds like she cares about you."
"I hope so. But I still wonder what's going on."
"It's probably what she says. That she's up to her ass in work." Pete put his hand on Andy's knee. "You overthink things."
"I guess. It's kinda hard to stop." Andy was uncomfortably aware of his stiffening dick.
"If it was meant to happen, she'll come back." Pete slid his hand up Andy's thigh.
"Uh . . . yeah." Andy's eyes widened when he saw the big bulge in Pete's blue jeans.
"Don't do anything drastic." Pete tightened his grip on Andy's thigh. "She's worth giving a chance." He laughed. "Hell. I sure wouldn't kick her out of bed."
"You wouldn't kick anybody out of bed. No girl, anyway." He remembered Pete's 'not exactly gay' remark. "Maybe nobody." He stood up abruptly. "I think I'd better go."
Pete rose to his feet and put his hands on Andy's hips. "Sure that's what you want?" When Andy didn't move, Pete pulled him close and kissed him.
"No," Andy whispered. "I'm not gay." Part of him wanted to push Pete away, but the rest . . . didn't.
"So?" Pete kissed him again. "'Gay' is just a word."
"I guess." Andy's cock was painfully hard. "I dunno. I'm drunk."
"So am I." Pete kissed him a third time. "That doesn't change the way I feel. The way I've always felt."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He suddenly realized how sexy Pete was–hard muscles, curly black hair, lush lips . . .
"Scared, I suppose. And guilty. That Italian Catholic thing."
"I'm scared too." Andy put his hands on Pete's buttocks and pulled their bodies together, then kissed him. "But not that scared." He kissed Pete again, hard and open-mouthed. Pete thrust his tongue into Andy's mouth. It was hard and aggressive, not the way a woman kissed, but just as good. Maybe better.
Andy ground his hard-on against the bulge in Pete's jeans while dirty-kissing him with a desperate intensity. He'd never wanted anyone, not even the first girl he'd bedded, as much as he wanted Pete. "Come on," he said. "Take me to bed."
It wasn't like Andy's first time with a girl. That happened when her parents were out of town, after months of fumbling around in the back seat of his mom's car.
She lit a candle in a holder hanging from the ceiling and turned out all the other lights. They kissed and fondled each other's bodies for a long time before he undressed her, and then himself. He licked her tits and sucked her nipples, then ate her clumsily.
She pushed his head away from her crotch and said, "Do it now." He came as soon as he'd slipped his hard-on into the hot tight hole between her legs. She'd been disappointed, but he'd made it up to her later.
Andy and Pete left a trail of discarded clothes between the living room and the bedroom. Pete didn't bother turning off the lights, which was fine with Andy. He wanted to see everything. He and Pete stood naked at the foot of the bed, staring at each other.
His former girlfriend Cindy had a boyish figure, with short black hair, tiny tits, and a Brazilian-waxed vulva. Gretchen was a voluptuous big-breasted blond woman with a thick golden pubic thatch. Both were overpoweringly female.
Pete was aggressively male—tall and muscular with a tight ass, that curly black hair begging to be touched, warm brown eyes, ever so kissable lips, and especially his massive erect cock—long, thick, and already leaking precum. It was a darker shade of olive than the rest of his skin, with a complicated network of heavy blue veins.
It was hard to take his eyes off Pete's stiff dick. It was even bigger than his own giant boner.
"Like what you see?" Pete asked.
Andy nodded and Pete smiled. "So do I." Andy moved into Pete's arms. They kissed long and hard while rubbing cocks.
"Wow." Andy stepped back from Pete. "I've never been so turned on. It's kinda scary. I want to do things . . . I never . . ." He sank to his knees, wrapped his hand around Pete's stiff shaft, and took its swollen head in his mouth.
The taste was amazing—overpoweringly male and nothing like a pussy. And the feel of Pete's cock-head on his tongue and lips was as exciting as a woman but completely different.
He showered Pete's cock-head with kisses, then clamped his lips around Pete's corneal ring and licked the tightly-stretched skin, occasionally probing its little cum slit with the tip of his tongue.
"Man!" Pete groaned. "You do that good."
Andy looked up at Pete. "It's great. I love sucking your big hard cock."
"You're great! I wish we'd started doing this sooner."
"At least, we're doing it now." Pete's bulging balls looked almost black against his light skin. Andy kissed, licked, and sucked Pete's balls, savoring their hot salty male taste, then licked his way up Pete's shaft.
"Oh man!" Pete gasped.
"Did you like that?" Andy closed his left thumb and index finger around the base of Pete's cock and caressed his balls with his remaining fingers.
"Oh Jesus, yeah! You've got a talent."
"You inspire me."
Pete laughed. "Bet you say that to all the girls."
"Well, sure. But it's still true." Andy locked his right index finger against Pete's corneal ring and rubbed his glans with his thumb, smearing the fluid leaking from its tip over its super-sensitive Vee. "Do you like this?" Andy stroked Pete's shaft and increased the finger pressure on his swollen cock-head.
"It feels great. But I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."
"I don't want that." Andy released Pete's rigid pole. "There are better places for you to shoot."
"Where?" Pete bent over and touched the top of Andy's butt crack. "Here?"
Thinking about Pete's big rod stretching and filling his virgin asshole was both scary and exciting. "I'm not ready for that."
"You will be."
"Yeah. I know." Andy curled his fingers around Pete's shaft. "But right now, I'm gonna suck you. For real!" He jacked Pete's hard hot rod and kneaded his balls while lashing his cock-head with his tongue.
Andy loved sucking a girl's tits and eating her pussy, but sucking Pete's cock was somehow even better. More primal and aggressive. More . . . male. He bobbed on Pete's rigid pole, pulling back until his compressed lips were barely kissing Pete's cock-head, then pushed back in, taking most of his length.
"You're the best." Pete ran his hands through Andy's crewcut. "You suck cock better than any girl. Or boy." Andy stiffened when Pete moved his hands to the back of his head, holding it in place. "Now, I'm gonna fuck your face."
Pete rocked his hips slowly, working his hard-on in and out of Andy's mouth. Andy stroked his own stiff prick and kneaded his balls while Pete thrust faster and harder.
It was scary and exhilarating. Andy had never been so turned-on. He let go of his throbbing cock and grabbed Pete's driving rod, jerking it fiercely.
"I'm fuckin' your face!" Pete gasped. "Gonna shoot!" A hard hot pulse of cum splashed Andy's tongue, flooding his mouth with Pete's intense gamy man-taste. It was better than he could have imagined, if he'd imagined it in the first place.
Pete gripped Andy's head tightly, firing shot after shot of cum into his mouth and down his throat. Andy gulped frantically, trying to swallow every drop.
"Jesus!" Pete stood still, gently stroking Andy's crewcut while Andy kissed and gently sucked Pete's slightly-softened tool. "You're the absolute best." He pulled Andy to his feet and kissed him.
"It was good for me, too." Andy licked his lips, catching a little stray cum. Pete's taste was strong in his mouth. "Getting you off was great."
"Now, it's your turn. How do you want to come?" Pete patted Andy's ass. "Ready to get fucked?"
Andy laughed nervously. "Not yet."
"Then, you can fuck me."
Somehow, Andy's swollen bone grew even harder. "That'd be all right."
"Figured you'd like that." Pete lay on his back in the middle of the bed and folded his knees against his chest, lifting his butt. "Come on and fuck me. My ass is ready for your big hard cock."
Andy stared at Pete's little puckered hole, immediately under his bulging balls and stiff cock, gleaming with saliva and cum. It was so . . . overpoweringly . . . male.
"Oh yeah," he whispered. He took a step forward, than hesitated. "Don't we need—"
"The lube's in the nightstand drawer," Pete said. "Hurry up. I've been dreaming about your big thick cock since we were thirteen."
"Wish I'd known." Andy opened the drawer and took out a little squeeze bottle labeled "ForPlay," then knelt on the bed between Pete's spread thighs. "All those frustrated nights when girls wouldn't put out . . ."
"We'll make up for lost time now," Pete said.
"We sure will." Andy uncapped the plastic bottle and held it over his open hand. Nothing happened. He squeezed the bottle and a thick blob of clear gel squirted into his palm. He smeared the lubricant on his stiff cock and pressed its head between Pete's buttocks.
"Not so fast," Pete said. "I need some lube, too."
"All right." Andy spread a thick line of lubricant along his index finger. Pete's cock jerked as Andy's finger slid into his ass. "Guess you like that." Pete nodded.
"Good. So do I." Andy rotated his wrist while moving his finger in and out of Pete's asshole, distributing the lube evenly. He pulled his finger out, added more lube, then pushed it back in. "You've sure got a hot sexy ass." Pete moaned as Andy fingered him roughly.
"Your finger feels great," Pete said. "But I'm ready for your cock now."
"Okay." Andy pressed his cock-head into the center of Pete's asshole and pushed forward, taking him with one smooth slide. "Wow!"
"You like my butt?" Pete's anal muscles clamped Andy's stiff pole.
"Oh yeah." Andy pulled almost out, then pushed back in. "Your ass is so hot and tight."
"Better than a pussy?"
"Yeah, I guess. Sure different." Andy fucked Pete slowly. "Girls will never be quite the same."
"Girls have butts, too." Pete stroked his hard-on and rocked his hips in time with Andy's leisurely thrusts.
Andy laughed. "Ever butt-fucked a girl?" He drove faster, pulling back and then slamming his cock into Pete's depths.
"A couple." The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air as Pete swung his hips up to meet Andy's plunging cock. "Most of them are scared. Not like guys."
"Really?" Andy grabbed Pete's ankles and pushed them over his shoulders, lifting his butt higher.
"There's two kinds of guys," Pete said. "The ones that love it up the ass and the ones who haven't tried it." Pete jacked off while Andy fucked him faster. "Come on. Pound my ass. I want it rough."
"Okay." The tension in Andy's nuts built rapidly as he hammered Pete's butt. "God, this is good!"
"Yeah. Got a big hot load for you."
"So shoot it. I want to feel you coming in my ass."
"Here it is!" Andy groaned. He rammed Pete's asshole, squirting another thick pulse of cum every time he hit bottom.
"That's right!" Pete cried. "Shoot that load!"
Finally spent, Andy stopped, keeping his dick deep inside Pete's ass, and bent forward to kiss him. "Man, that was good."
"For me, too." Pete ran his fingers through Andy's crewcut. "I've wanted you so bad. Especially after you broke up with Cindy."
"That was six months ago. Why didn't you say something? I've got lots of gay friends." Andy stopped speaking and looked at Pete. "Hey! I met most of them through you."
"Yep." Pete laughed. After a second, Andy joined in.
"Seriously," Andy said. "Why didn't you tell me how you feel."
"Didn't seem right. I figured you were straight. And we're partners."
"Well . . . Yeah."
"I was trying to work up my nerve. Then you met Gretchen—"
"But I don't know how that's going. I can depend on you." Andy's dick had finally softened. It slipped out of Pete's ass when he straightened up. "Damn."
"Can't stay hard forever." Pete stood up and took Andy's hand. "Let's get cleaned up."
"Uh . . . Sure. We finished?"
Pete laughed. "We're just getting started."
* * * *
It was still dark when Andy woke up. Pete was snoring softly beside him.
Andy checked the clock on the nightstand. It was still an hour before dawn. He had a throbbing hangover and a swollen bladder. He got up and stumbled into the bathroom.
His dick started hardening as he finished a long piss. He shook a few drops off and flushed the toilet, then tried to ignore his erection as he went through the drawers. He found a bottle of aspirin in the second drawer and took two tablets.
Remembering last night kept Andy's cock rock-hard. They'd showered together, rubbing soap-slick hands over each others' bodies, especially their cocks and asses.
Back in bed, Pete had sucked Andy to the edge of orgasm, then tried to fuck his ass. Andy wanted it, more badly than he could have imagined a few hours earlier, but couldn't relax. If Pete was disappointed, he didn't show it. He just bent over the bed, exposing his sexy little asshole, and said "Come on." It was long after midnight when they'd finally fallen asleep.
The aspirin wasn't helping the throbbing in his head. Last night had been all alcohol-fueled lust. This morning, he wondered what he'd done. He didn't know what was going on with Gretchen. He should have given her more of a chance. And having sex with his partner? That was the best way to break up a friendship . . . and a business.
He stood by the bed, looking down at Pete. He was curled on his side with the covers pushed down, displaying his muscular ass and hard cock. He was the sexiest person, man or woman, Andy had ever seen.
Andy reached for Pete's stiff rod, then froze. This was wrong. All of it.
He dressed quietly and slipped out the door. By sunrise, he was sitting in an ARide car on the way to Austin Bergstrom International Airport.
This is Chapter 4 of Love Bi-Angle,
Also this month – Love Bi-Angle Chapter 5
Andy hooks up with a hot couple in San Francisco.