Both you and Dean are awoken by the ringtone of his mobile phone, blaring out some R&B tune so loud it seems to shake the mattress. You rub your eyes wearily as you sit up, your body crusty from the dried remnants of last night's adventure. You still smell ferocious, but after spending hours with it you have grown accustomed to the stale odors. Dean rolls over and groggily answers the phone, clearly wracked by an intense hangover. "Euugh...Hello?...Luke what time is it?..." He sits up quickly as his mate responds, Dean's eyes focusing sharply on his clock. "Shit, sorry dude, completely overslept...Nah, nah, just had a night out, got wasted...Nah, got unlucky...Hehe, yeah...Yeah, I got it right -" He reaches down for his ass, expecting your head to be protruding from its loving grip. "Fuck" He mutters, only vaguely remembering what he did with you last night. He instantly assumes you 've been sucked under, now a lifeless lump packed into his shitter with the rest of his turds. Just as he's about to explain to Luke he sees you standing up at the foot of his bed. The relief on his face is clear, but as he goes to answer he realises what he's about to condemn you too. There is a pause as you both look into each other's eyes over the expanse of his naked body, the sound of Luke's voice crackling out of the phone as he wonders if Dean is still there. He closes his eyes for a second or two, sighs, and responds.
"Yeah yeah. He's right here... You sure you want to do this, I mean, for real?...Fine, I'll meet you at the retreat in an hour...Well either you wait or you miss breakfast...Lunch, whatever. I'll see you soon." He hung up and placed his phone down, climbing off his bed, noticing the dried patches of semen painted across his front. "Hehe, looks like we had fun last night eh? Shame I can't remember most of it."
In the following thirty minutes the two of you bathed together, cleaning you of the filth you had gathered from Dean's body, though the lingering scent of his ass does not come clean. As he cleaned you he jokingly reminded you of the need for washing fresh food before eating it. You only laugh in response, rather enjoying the banter. You discuss what happened last night over his breakfast, telling him about the hours inside his ass, then about him using you as a dildo, and finally about being pushing inside him.
"Holy shit dude, sorry. I was pretty hammered. How the fuck did you get out? I thought you would be a gonner in there" He responds curiously, looking over his cereal bowl.
"Err..." You smile. "Well, you kinda' farted me out."
"Whoa, no way! Damn my ass is powerful" He laughs, having to put down his spoon while he does so. "Must've been pretty trippy. But at least you're safe." The two of you continue to chat, he mocks you over now always smelling like his ass and having been his personal little dildo. You laugh it all off, looking back on the experience with rose tinted glasses, forgetting how harrowing it truly was. Eventually he is fully clothed and ready to leave, with you in his palm before his face.
"It's been a lot of fun Tom, I wish we could of have some more time, but if you really want this then I'm not gonna' stop you." His eyes are full of bittersweet tenderness.
"I'm sure Dean. One thing I learned last night is that whether I like it nor not, this is something I have to do, like fate or something. Something tells me I belong inside guys like you. I just wish you could've been the one."
"Nah, not that again." He says with a furrow of the brow. "Just tell me now; are you sure you're ready to be Luke's food, or not?"
You do not hesitate to respond. He sighs and smiles sweetly, replying with an 'OK. He brings you to his lips, those wonderful thin lips, and presses them against your body, bathing you in his warm, minty breath. You hug his top lip in return, and you hold this intimate smooch for a few seconds before he pulls you back, going to slip you in his pocket. You slide in and rest peacefully inside without saying a word more to each other. He heads out of the door and begins the long, lonely walk to the college field.
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