Reward for my Eternal Friend Patron – Project Bliss Chapter 2.4

Previously... Mac and Dan are getting it on, though Dan is quietly freaking out and still questioning what he thought he knew of himself.

(A kind patron requested a continuation. I forgot how much I like Dan and Mia! I hope I can start continuing the story soon, but I'll have to see about it.)

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Mac is dragging his thumb over Dan’s tip. The callouses he got catch weirdly on the sensitive skin, but the sensations jittering down his cock and into his gut are not pain. It’s more like when Mia gets so horny she goes cross-eyed and a bit dumb, her teeth catching against his dick as she tries to suffocate herself in his pubes.

He lets his head sink back and inhales deeply, huge belly expanding – and startles when something touches his stomach. He looks down, staring numb at how Mac’s flat hand is rubbing over his firm, round belly like one would touch a pregnant woman.

Dan can feel himself going hot all over. He glances toward Mac; the kid has turned sideways on the bench, his mouth hanging open a little as he jerks Dan’s cock with one hand and rubs his belly with the other.

“Shit, dude, you’re… you’re really hot, you know? A bear or something, right? I never fucked around with a guy like you, uh…” he trails off, his voice so deep and rough and even better than the played-up moans from the phone.

Dan doesn’t know what to do. To say. His big hands are left and right of him, fingers curled in a death grip around the edge of the bench they’re sitting on. Should he reciprocate? Should he say something? Reach over and give the kid a hand? He had no idea of the… etiquette of jerking it with your coworker in the break room.

Before he can come to a decision, as so often, Mac moves things along. He does not seem to mind that Dan is just sitting there and letting his fat cock get fondled. He seems, in fact, more than happy with being allowed to do whatever he wants.

Like starting to unbutton Dan’s shirt with shaky fingers, pulling the sides apart and showing off the large, hairy gut underneath. Dan can hear him exhale explosively as he reaches out and drags his palm across the firm stomach, feeling the dark hair against it. Carding his fingers through it.

Dan’s cock is standing at attention. He can just about see the fat tip over the round of his stomach; swollen and flushed impossibly dark, foreskin bunched beneath the ridge.

Mac reaches for it again, hand curling around the veiny shaft and giving it a loving squeeze while his other hand keeps rubbing at Dan’s belly. It’s like he has some kind of obsession with it. He seems fascinated.

“I didn’t think you liked guys,” Mac says. He sounds so excited about it that Dan doesn’t have it in him to tell him that he doesn’t, really… right? He doesn’t have anything against them, of course, but…

He drags a big hand over his face, thinking of Mia’s little finger tickling his asshole and how hard he’s shot off because of it. Damn.

Mac keeps talking. Something about Dan’s silence seems to encourage people to just babble. Mia told him once that his stoic silence was hot. He doesn’t see himself as stoic; he just never is quick enough to figure out what to say through his quiet panic attacks.

“I’ve never been in a gay club, but I sometimes watch their entrance, you know? There’re a lot of bears like you there. So fucking hot. I’d kinda… you know… I’d love to feel this thing sometime…” He pats Dan’s large belly. “We could… uh… if you wanna, dude. Like- we could meet? And you could fuck me? Maybe from behind. You could rest it on my back…”

Dan comes. Just… comes. It is humiliating, but he can’t do a damn thing about it. In his head, visions of Mia’s plump ass in front of him meld with what he thinks Mac would look like if he took Dan’s cock up his tail pipe.

He knows exactly how nice it feels to pump into a nice tight asshole. It’s different than a pussy; it takes a bit more prep and clenches more snugly. He likes fucking Mia in the ass. Likes it a lot.

He thinks he could like fucking Mac, too…

Mac doesn’t seem worried about the sudden eruption over his knuckles. His eyes go large and his mouth is opened in a little ‘o’ of surprise. Before Dan can grunt an apology, Mac swoops down and starts to slurp at the mess. It’s greedy and nasty and exactly what Dan is used to by Mia who has no shame at all.

“Fuck, please please please… just one fuck? After work? Shit, dude… fuck…”

Dan drags both hands hard over his face.

He doesn’t fuck guys.

He shifts a little, still able to feel the phantom touch of Mia’s rude little fingers against his back door.

He’s come so damn hard.

“Yeah… okay… once,” he grunts back.