Hopefully y'all are in the mood for a long one! And some good old fashioned femboy fun! There's not much to say beyond that, enjoy!
All the color drained from Navid's face as he watched Lili drop to the ground, Yoshimitsu standing triumphantly over her in game exactly like his friend Danisha stood over him, “That's three in a row bitch! I didn't think anyone could suck so much shit at a single game!”
But while his companion had leapt to her feet with a deafening cheer the moment she'd landed that final blow Navid could only slump back against the couch as despair washed over him. A despair his childhood friend didn't seem to care about as she chucked her controller onto his lap and danced around the room gloating in every way she could. Dipping in and out of Farsi to really hammer her point home she didn't give him so much as a second to react. At least not with anything more than an ever mounting dread.
It was only when she returned to the couch with the air of an Olympic gold medal winner that Navid tried to dig himself out of the ever deepening hole he was stuck in, “B-Best of seven?”
“You could make it best of a hundred, you're never gonna beat me! Now pay up gayboy!”
Slapping his knee as she spoke and smiling so brightly she could put lotto winners to shame Danisha didn't seem to have any sympathy at all for Navid's plight. Or if she did it was buried so deep under her competitive streak it was basically nonexistent, “You know I don't have that kind of money...” He meekly replied, “Not if I wanna eat next month...”
“Well you should've thought of that before running your big stupid mouth!” She laughed, “Maybe when you're starving to death you'll remember not to talk so much shit about games you can't fucking play!”
“I made it to Warrior last night...” He muttered.
“Big fucking deal!” Scoffing at him and dismissively waving her hand she leaned back against the couch and said, “When are you gonna pay me?”
Nervously wringing his hands as he tried to come up with a way out of his predicament Navid did his best to play to her competitive streak, “Double or nothing!” He exclaimed, “Th-This time I'll play Zafina! She's my real main!”
“Then you should've played her the last three games dumbass!”
Navid looked away from his friend as she continued to watch him with a gloating smile. It really seemed like she wasn't gonna let him off no matter what he tried. And as much as he wanted to just renege on the whole thing he couldn't. Well, he could but he couldn't at the same time. At least not without making an even bigger ass out of himself. Something his friend would never let him live down, assuming she let him live at all. At more than a foot taller than him and a good seventy five pounds, of muscle, heavier she could get her money one way or another. To say nothing of how all their friends would react when word inevitably got out. Though a small part of him was half convinced it was all in his head and she wouldn't really—
“You know what?” She suddenly remarked, interrupting his spiral with a glimmer of hope, I'll give you that double or nothing. But instead of cash you're gonna owe me something better.”
“What?”
“I don't know yet. But I'm gonna make it worth my while. And I'm gonna make sure you pay.”
Everything about her tone and her smile told Navid she already knew what she had in mind and that it wasn't anything good. But the thought of not owing her an entire month's worth of groceries was too tempting to pass up, “Deal!”
Five minutes later Danisha was dancing around the room like a maniac, almost certainly pissing off everyone in the dorm, while Navid just stared blankly at the television. He'd lost even more decisively with his 'main' than his alt. So decisively he wasn't sure he hadn't had a mini stroke or something during the fight. But even if he had that didn't change anything about the reality of his situation. It sure as hell didn't change Danisha's mood as she stopped celebrating long enough to put a foot up on the arm of his couch and lean against her knee while she beamed down at him.
“You remember that Valentines Day party Jin Uehara was throwing?”
“The same Jin Uehara who's been tormenting me since we were fourteen?” Navid very pointedly asked. “The one who made sure to invite all of my friends to the party in front of me before pushing me into a puddle?”
“Yeah, that one.” Danisha grinned.
“Oh I really don't like where this is going...”
“Well you're gonna love how it gets there!”
“N-o-o way bro! No fucking way! You did not shove that little dweeb into a locker bro! People only do that shit in the movies!”
“Well yeah, that's why I did it!” Jin laughed, “I wanted to see if it would work!”
“So did it?” Another member of the football team asked while the rest hung on his every word with bated breath.
After letting the anticipation build for a few seconds, his expression completely unreadable, Jin cracked a smile as he exclaimed, “Of course it worked! You've seen how tiny that little geek is! He was made for shoving into lockers!”
The entire team burst into laughter and Jin basked in their adoration once again, smugly nodding and watching as they just about pissed themselves. Though it wasn't quite enough to take his mind off Desiree or stop him from looking around the party in the vain hope she'd actually show up. Even if he knew deep down there was no way in hell she was coming back.
Thankfully his boys didn't let him wallow for too long. Whether intentionally or not he couldn't say but it really didn't matter. As soon as one of them suggested a game of beer pong Jin agreed, jumping at the chance to go somewhere out of view of the front door. And by pure happenstance his buddies had set up the folding table they were gonna play on about as far from the entryway as possible. Right next to all the booze Jin could use to drown his sorrows and forget about his ex. Everyone else on the team, and in his fraternity, could keep an eye on the frat house. Jin just needed a distraction from his messy breakup and everything that came with it!
Although if he really wanted to get drunk he probably should've picked a game he wasn't actually good at. And played it against people who didn't suck so much dick they could give his cheating ex a run for her money. Because as much as he wanted to get absolutely plastered Jin was still about as sober as could be by the end of the first game. By the end of the second he'd managed to drink two whole cups of the cheapest, least alcoholic beer he and his buddies could afford. All the while listening to everyone else at the party getting hammered on the heavy stuff. After finishing the third game not even the slightest bit buzzed, much less tipsy or flat out hammered. Jin finally stepped away from beer pong with his eyes on the kitchen full of booze waiting just a few feet away.
“I'll be back in a minute!” He lied, waving off his friends as they tried to get him to stay with offers of putting money down and whatever else they were drunkenly babbling about., “I'm just gonna make myself a drink, since none of you pussies can get me drunk!”
He left the room to a chorus of booing and jeers but he didn't really care. His mind was already straying back to Desiree and the last conversation they'd had. Though calling it a conversation was a little bit too generous. It was more like a screaming match bordering on an all out fight. Yet in spite of how badly things had ended he couldn't quite find the anger he knew he was supposed to feel. Not a month after they'd broken up. Now he was jst wistfully replaying everything they'd said and wishing he'd handled it all a little better. Been more patient with her when she was trying to explain why she cheated on him and maybe tried to understand where she was coming from. He was barely paying attention to anything he was doing as he replayed that entire 'conversation' over and over and over again more times than he could count. Entirely on autopilot as he navigated the kitchen Jin was entirely unaware of the party around him. At least until he heard his buddies cheering.
Instantly snapping out of his spiral Jin looked up from the hideous mixture he'd been creating with a mix of hope and dread, “Desiree?”
Even knowing his boys would never cheer or catcall his ex, hell they'd be more likely to throw empty solo cups at her if she showed up, Jin remained entirely too hopeful. Only to be immediately disappointed when he stepped into into the living room and spotted the three Persian girls walking through the front door. Even if that disappointment faded just as quickly when he actually looked at the beautiful trio without thinking about his ex.
Instantly recognizing Danisha and her girlfriend Leila he spent all of a second admiring their sexy outfits before looking to the woman accompanying them. Unlike so many of the dumbasses on his team and in his frat he knew damn well they were barking up the wrong tree. Leila might've been one of the hottest girls on campus and Danisha was probably the coolest chick he'd ever met but they were never gonna be an option no matter what all the men around them hoped. Which was exactly why Jin quickly found himself staring at the third girl, instantly taken by how cute and shy she seemed, especially compared to the women she'd walked in with. And while she seemed vaguely familiar in ways he just couldn't place he was equally certain he'd never seen her before. A fact that only piqued his curiosity all the more as he watched the three talk amongst themselves.
With a strong, prominent nose and equally sharp jawline she had an almost powerful charm to her face only backed up by dark eyes and thick eyebrows. Her lips were soft and full with just enough gloss to make them pop against her warm brown skin and stand out against the long, black hair framing her gorgeous features. Even from across the room Jin could tell it'd been straightened though he was much too busy admiring how her tresses cascaded down her bare shoulders to really think about that. How they all but disappeared into the sleek black fabric of the form fitting dress hugging her slender yet still rather buxom figure quite nicely. From her arms to her neck everything above her waist was rather petite and yet as soon as his eyes trailed down to her hips he was met with a wide, curvaceous swell almost at odds with the width of her shoulders. But at the same time perfectly accentuating her shoulders and making both look positively gorgeous. Just like the long, smooth legs left entirely bare all the way down to a pair of black heels to match the rest of her look.
And with a small choker around her neck alongside a couple of bracelets around her wrists she was almost perfectly accessorized. A sexy blend of simple and stylish with makeup that really drew his eyes back to her face and along the contours of her features every time he strayed. Though he always seemed to stray soon after as he watched her walk with just a hint of uncertainty and hesitation. Like she wasn't used to walking in heels or wasn't comfortable in what she was wearing. Or maybe Jin was just reading too much into things because he was staring so intently. It was hard to really say and he didn't really care one way or the other.
“How are they gonna figure out it's you?” Danisha laughed, comfortably draping an arm around Leila's shoulders as she looked at Navid, “You think any of these fuckwits can tell? You could probably use your real voice and they still wouldn't know what's up!”
“And they'd still want to sleep with you!” Leila giggled. Her eyes sparkled as she looked around the room for a moment before glancing back at their thoroughly embarrassed companion.
“Yeah that's absolutely not happening!” Navid hissed. Trying his best to furtively pull down the hem of the sleek, strapless black dress Danisha had somehow convinced him to wear he glowered at his 'friends' as he added, “I can't believe you're making me do this! I would've rathed paid the money I owed you!”
“Oh shut up! You know you love it! And we both know you've always wanted to do something like this! I just gave you a chance to finally make it happen! Cause I'm such a good fucking friend!”
“Maybe you can finally bag a straight guy!” Leila added, “I can already see a few of them looking at you!”
“They're looking at the two of you!” Navid grumbled, unable to outright deny Danisha's words no matter how much he would've liked, “They're always looking at the two of you!”
“Not all of them...” His friend said in a voice so filled with excitement and mischief it actually terrified Navid a little. Nothing good had ever come of Danisha sound like that and he was quickly reminded why when she said, “You've definitely got one admirer...”
“Who's—oh my goodness!”
“No fucking way...” Navid groaned.
Jin approached the three of them before Navid could say anything else, grinning at Danisha and Leila as he simply said, “Ladies.” with a nod.
“Jin.” They replied in practiced unison, “Booze is in the kitchen?” Danisha asked.
“Always. Try to keep her off the roof this time.” He said to Leila, “Oh and if you're gonna arm wrestle my guys at least stick to the linemen. Coach Horowitz is gonna kill us if you sprain another wide receiver's wrist!”
“I'll do my best!” Leila remarked, fixing her girlfriend with a stern yet not at all serious look.
“And I'll ignore everything she tried.” Danish replied, walking off with Leila before Jin or Navid could say anything, “Have fun you two!”
Watching her go with a desperate look he just barely managed to hide as Jin looked back at him Navid could only force a smile and try his best not to absolutely freak out as he muttered, “This is the stupidest fucking idea I've ever agreed to!” under his breath in Farsi.
“Hey I recognize one of those words!” Jin laughed, “What're you swearing about?” He looked at Navid for a moment then back to Danisha and Leila, or rather the doorway they'd disappeared through in their search for booze, “Lemme guess, it wasn't your idea to come here? You look like someone who got dragged to a party against their will.”
Suddenly remembering to put on a more feminine voice so he wouldn't get immediately caught Navid gave a little nod and said, “I lost a bet.”
“Oh man I've been there! Was it Tekken 8? Or Street Fighter 6? She's always making bets over those games with me. I don't think I've won a single game! Wait, no I did beat her one time a few years back when she was really sick. Before she and Leila got together.”
“I remember that.” Navid chuckled, letting out a rather convincingly girlish giggle. At least if the way Jin smiled at him was any indication.
“Yeah? How long have you known Danisha? She's never mentioned you before.”
Though his longtime bully didn't exactly sound suspicious Navid was nonetheless terrified of those probing questions. His heart just about leapt into his throat as he nervously tried to deflect in whatever way he could manage, “H-How would you know if she'd mentioned me before? You don't even know my name!”
“Because I definitely would've remembered a girl like you.”
His tone was smooth and confident yet tinged with just a bit of awe. Like he was already enamored with him or something. And despite years upon years of simmering animosity that little hint of awe and attraction still made Navid's heart skip a beat. Though he quickly shoved those feelings down as he did his best to remind himself who was standing in front of him. All the hassle and headache and frustrations Jin had put him through. Never quite enough to be full on abusive but certainly enough to leave a lasting and permanent negative impression. Though maybe not quite as permanent as Navid might've assumed.
“Well w-we've never met!” He replied, finally walking past Jin and towards the kitchen in the hopes of finding his friends.
“So what's your name?” Jin asked as he walked alongside her without missing a beat.
Somehow even after the hours Danisha had spent figuring out his colors and trying out different looks, and the hours he'd spent psyching himself up to put on a dress, Navid hadn't even thought about the fake name he'd give. Not once in all that time had he so much as considered what other people should or would call him. So he just blurted out the first name he could think of.
“Z-Zareen!”
“Zareen...” Jin said it a bit slower than Navid and fell silent for a second or two after, grinning down at him with the same rakish smile he'd been wearing since they started talking, “That's a really beautiful name! I don't have any idea what it means but it's pretty.”
Everything about the way he said those last few words made Navid nervous. Just not in the ways he was used to being nervous around Jin. Which was even more nerve wracking, “Th-Thanks...”
In some small stroke of good luck Jin didn't immediately respond. He just grinned a little wider and let out a soft chuckle as they walked into the kitchen. Danisha and Leila were nowhere to be found, of course, and there were only a few other people scattered around the room. Most of whom were already on their way out as they left with freshly made drinks. Or in a few cases entire bottles. Though one didn't quite make it as far as he probably hoped.
Snatching a half empty bottle of high quality vodka out of the guy's hand Jin simply said, “How about you share a little with everyone else?” as he walked past.
Glaring back at Jin even as he left with the three cups he'd filled up with that vodka already the guy didn't pick a fight or even say a word. Not that Jin seemed to pay him any attention at all. He was too busy pouring himself a drink. Or at least that's what Navid thought until Jin looked at him and cheerfully asked, “How do you like your mixed drinks? You seem like a girl who enjoys the really fruity stuff. The shit so strong you can't even taste the booze!”
“I-I don't really—that's not—how did you know?” He finally asked.
“Total shot in the dark!” Jin replied. Confidently setting her drink down and turning away to find some mixers he returned with a strange collection of juices that seemed positively revolting on paper, “Plus it's how I like to drink so I was gonna make it anyways.”
“You like fruity mixed drinks?” Navid didn't even try to hide his surprise.
“Yeah of course. This shit's basically rubbing alcohol without something sweet mixed in!” Starting his strange little concoction with a long pour like he was some fancy bartender Jin continued to smile at Navid and Navid continued to be thrown completely off by his cheerful demeanor, “My dad always says it's an 'acquired taste' but that's just fuckin stupid. Why would I drink shit I don't like until I finally start liking it? Especially when I can make it good and get drunk at the same time?”
Partly because he didn't know what to say and partly because he was still completely thrown off by Jin's carefree charm Navid didn't respond. Instead he just watched his longtime bully make him a drink thinking he was some gorgeous woman. Surreal didn't even begin to describe the whole thing and the longer it went on the more insane Navid felt. Especially as he continued to think about all the shit he'd been put through by Jin or his cronies. Throughout highschool and well into college! Going on seven years of harassment, teasing, and all around bullying to such a consistent degree it felt like the first act of a superhero story. Or every coming of age movie he'd ever seen. How he'd ended up in what felt like the start of a rom com after all that was impossible to say.
Except it really, really wasn't when he thought about it for more than a second, “I swear I'm gonna... I'm gonna... do something to Danisha!” Navid thought. Strangling her was out of the question and any sort of fighting would be lost so fast he didn't have a chance in hell of actually—
“Try this!”
Jin's voice interrupted Navid's thoughts and he accepted the cup without even thinking. By the time he was processing his own actions he was taking a little sip and letting out a surprised gasp, “That's... that's really good!”
“You like it?!” Jin excitedly asked, visibly thrilled by his own success but not in the obnoxious way Navid might've expected, “Fucking awesome! I finally made it right! I swear I've fucked that drink up so many times! I don't even wanna think about how much booze and juice I wasted trying to get it right! And of course Desiree was always—”
Suddenly falling silent Jin looked down at the table, his jaw clenching and his entire demeanor changing to something more akin to what Navid was used to. Though he knew he wasn't exactly the focus of that ire, “Who's Desiree?”
“Nobody. Worth. Talking. About.” He said like he was trying to convince himself.
“Okay...” Curious as he was Navid wasn't about to push any further. Particularly when Jin looked at him a few seconds later and seemed almost relieved by his simple response and the ensuing quiet.
After a few slightly tense moments filled with the sounds of the party around them Jin started making himself a drink. The same one he'd made Navid, or rather Zareen. And a few seconds after he'd set himself to working on that his smile returned and he asked. “So what're you really doing here Zareen? I know you said you lost a bet but that's not the only reason, right?”
“W-What do you m-mean?” Navid asked, his voice quavering and his whole body tightening as his heart positively raced, “I-I'm not—this is-isn't what—D-D-Danisha and Leila—”
“Relax!” Jin laughed, casually reaching out and laying a calloused hand on Navid's shoulder. And to his surprise Navid didn't immediately pull away. Not even when Jin softly squeezed his shoulder and gently rubbed his thumb across his skin, “I wasn't trying to freak you out!”
“Well you did a pretty good job anyways!” Navid snapped.
That little flash of anger turned to more worry as Jin's eyebrows shot up but before he could do much more than stare Jin let out another laugh and said, “Sorry about that! I just meant... you don't really seem like the type to come to parties like this! I mean for one I've never seen you at any other parties and I definitely would've remembered you if I had.”
“And two?” He asked, worry turning into embarrassment and that same sense of strange nervousness he shouldn't have been feeling in the first place.
“And two, you just seem really tense. Like you're super uncomfortable or something. It's not really how most people are at parties.” He finished his drink as he spoke but he didn't immediately take a sip, instead leaning against the table to look at Navid for a few moments. Long enough to really make those ripples of uncertainty spread throughout his entire body, “So it made me wonder why you'd show up to something like this. Not that I'm complaining!”
Finally lifting up his drink he tipped it towards 'her' before finally taking a sip. But as soon as he did the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by the most reflexive grimace Navid had ever seen, “Oh it can't be that bad!” He immediately remarked.
“Yeah? Then give it a try!” Jin exclaimed, holding out the cup with an expectant grin.
“No I think I'll stick with the good drink you made for me!” Navid replied. He even took a step back as he spoke and in a moment of impishness took a long sip of his shockingly tasty drink.
But as soon as he smacked his lips and let out a happy little 'ahhh' Jin said, “Oh so that's how it's gonna be?”
“Yeah looks like it!” Feeling more and more mischievous by the second Navid made sure to enjoy another low, luxurious sip of his drink. All the while making eye contact with Jin as he did, identical smiles spreading across their faces, “That really is incredible! Shame you couldn't make this twice in a row! You're really missing out!”
Stepping around the table and absolutely towering over Navid as he moved in close Jin simply and casually said, “Since you're a betting girl how about a little wager?”
“What, you want to play a game of beer pong and the loser has to finish your terrible drink?”
“Nah that wouldn't be fair to you. I was thinking something a little more sporting. Something you have a chance at winning!”
“Well too bad! I already lost one bet recently, I don't need to lose another!” Navid laughed. He started to take another sip of his drink but Jin stepped in even closer and the sheer presence of his tall, muscular frame absolutely overwhelmed 'her'. But not in the ways he was familiar with. “You're gonna have to make me drink it!”
Navid didn't know where those words came from. That wasn't at all what he wanted to say. Not even close. And yet for all his shock and uncertainty he didn't immediately regret them. Nowhere near as much as he should've and definitely not after seeing the way Jin's face lit up at the challenge. It was a lot like the way Danisha reacted whenever a bet was made. Only so much more... smoldering? Sexy? It was almost impossible to put into words and completely impossible to make sense of as Jin slowly leaned forward with the kind of look Navid had always wanted to be on the receiving end of.
But before anything could actually happen Navid was hit by a sudden wave of fear and doubt. “Maybe w-we should—oh shit!”
He'd meant to reach out and press his hand against Jin's chest. To stop him from leaning in even more and nothing else. But in his nervousness Navid had smacked the drink out of his hand. Right out of his hand and all over both of them in a shower of stickiness that completely drenched their clothes.
“Oh-my-God-I'm-so-sorry!”
Stumbling back a few steps as he desperately looked around for something to clean up the mess Navid didn't pay any attention to his own, ruined dress. Hell he didn't even realize how drenched he really was. He just scrambled to find something to clean up the handful of stains on the outside of Jin's Letterman jacket, entirely ignoring anything and everything Jin said.
“Ir's really not a big deal you know!” He chuckled, “I spill shit on this jacket all the time! And you got it way worse than I did! It's not a big deal!”
“I'm so sorry! I-I-I'll find something to clear it up with! I-I'll find something! There's gotta be s-some soap or something around here!” He babbled, looking through the mostly empty cabinets as he slid across the tiles like something out of a comedy sketch, “Where do-do you guys keep the soap? Y-You've gotta have soap and baking soad around here some—”
Finally stopping when Jin physically waved a hand in his face Navid turned towards him as he repeated himself once more, “It's not a big deal. It's really, really not.”
“But I—”
“I'm gonna go upstairs and change my jacket.” He looked Navid up and down for a second, “And I'm gonna find something to get you cleaned up too. I'm sure we've got something around here that'll do it!”
“I-I-I—”
“We've got a bathroom upstairs you can use while I grab a new jacket. And maybe something for you to wear too. I don't think you can keep wearing that dress.”
Finally looking down at himself as Jin spoke Navid realized just how much of a mess he'd made of his own outfit. Or rather the dress Leila had let him borrow for the night. A dress she very much expected to get back, “Oh no... Leila's gonna kill me!”
“I think Danisha's the one you're gonna have to worry about—”
“This isn't funny!” Navid exclaimed.
“I know.” Jin said, defensively raising his hands but doing nothing to hide his smile, “Let's get cleaned up.”
“Ohohohoho they're totally gonna fuck!” Danisha exclaimed, watching Jin and 'Zareen' make their way upstairs from the other side of the living room, “I told you didn't I? While I was doing 'her' makeup didn't I say there was no way 'she' went the whole night without catching some dick?”
“You did,” Leila replied. Pensively sipping her drink and actually paying attention to the two she eventually added, “But I don't think it'll go anywhere.”
“Are you kidding me? They're going upstairs! And you saw how Jin was looking at Zareen as soon as the three of us walked in! There's no way in hell he doesn't make a move! And we both know how much of a slut Zareen can be around hunky guys! The moment she sees him without a shirt she's not gonna want anything else!”
“Unless she remembers those abs and muscles belong to someone who's been tormenting her for going on seven years now.”
“Ohhhh but that just makes it hotter! I'm telling you, she's not gonna be able to help herself!”
“We'll see.”
Lapsing into a short silence as they continued to watch the stairs Zareen and Jin had walked up both Leila and Danisha were lost in their thoughts. Though of course Leila knew exactly what her girlfriend was thinking before she even opened her mouth to say, “How about a little—”
“I'm not making another bet with you Nisha.” Leila sighed, a smile spreading across her face even amidst her exasperation.
“Why the hell not?”
“You still haven't fulfilled the terms of our last bet.” Looking meaningfully at her girlfriend and letting the silence speak for itself for a moment she almost didn't clarity. But as soon as she saw Danisha's brow crinkle Leila spoke up, “A certain dare made on New Years involving a certain lake and a certain lack of clothing during, and I quote, 'the first big party they throw there'.”
Danisha's smile melted off her face in an instant and she stared down into the depths of her drink like she was planning to dive in and never be seen again. “Right. That.”
“Exactly.” Barely holding back a smile as she finished her drink Leila glanced up at her girlfriend for a moment before casually remarking, “Let's see if there's any more of that rum left. Hopefully Patricia and Bernadette didn't finish it off already!”
Suitably cowed into silence Danisha just followed her girlfriend into the kitchen without so much as an out of place sigh. Although she couldn't help but glance at the stairs leading to the second floor while they walked through the living room. She hadn't exactly planned on hooking Jin up with Navid, or Zareen, but she couldn't pretend not to be delighted by the prospect. So much so her silence didn't and couldn't last long. Even if she was smart enough to avoid bringing up any sort of bet, wager, agreement, or anything even remotely close.
“How do you think Jin will react when he finds out about Zareen's... situation? Do you think he's gonna have a problem with it?”
Nearly laughing at the absurdity of the thought Leila filled her cup with rum and simply replied, “Oh I don't think our friend has anything to worry about. At least not until she discovers what she'll be working with tonight...”
Knowing full well there wasn't a damn thing he could do to clean himself up Navid spent a few minutes fruitlessly trying before he left the bathroom. Still inordinately worried about the damage he'd caused to Jin's expensive and no doubt special jacket he hesitated in the doorway of the bathroom far longer than he should've. A smarter person would've taken the chance to leave and vanished from the party altogether. It was the best chance he could've asked for and the best way to avoid any... unpleasant consequences if his lie was discovered. And a small, vocal part of him knew there was absolutely zero reason to feel bad for Jin in the first place. Much less turn towards his room as if he was gonna check in on him.
Unfortunately no matter how vocal that voice might've been Navid was too considerate for his own good. Or at least that was the excuse he told himself as he stupidly walked down the hall, counting the doors he passed until he was outside of Jin's bedroom. In reality he was just an idiot who couldn't begin to help himself and maybe some sort of masochist. Only a masochist would willingly return to their own bully! Much less open the door without even knocking!
“Jin? Are you—oh my God!”
Instantly blushing so hard his cheeks could've melted snow Navid turned away from Jin as quickly as he could. But not quickly enough to get an eyeful of... well... everything. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form fitting boxer briefs Jin was about as close to naked as could be and what little he had on left nothing to the imagination. Navid had only looked at him for a second and yet the thick, bulging outline of Jin's cock was seared into his mind. He could almost see the veins running along it or the full curve of his balls as they were cradled by his boxers! To say nothing of his absolutely chiseled physique! About as toned and muscular as one could be without steroids Jin's body was gorgeously cut and perfectly sculpted. Like a statue or a model or something else absolutely beautiful. Hell just those Adonis lines leading into his underwear would've been enough to make Navid swoon but the abs above them? Those wide, manly shoulders and his incredibly thick arms? It was a miracle he could even form a coherent thought! Although he certainly didn't have any trouble keeping his voice high pitched and feminine, that was for sure!
“I-I-I'm sorry! I w-wasn't—I didn't-didin't—you t-told me to-to just—I'm so sorry!”
Laughing as he pulled on his tank top Jin fully turned to face Zareen, his tone almost bemused as he said, “What're you apologizing for? I told you to come in once you were done cleaning yourself up, even if I didn't think you actually would!”
“I'm so sorry!” Navid repeated, nervously tugging on his dress and just praying the tuck job he'd done wasn't as shoddy as it'd felt when he left his dorm.
“You really gotta stop freaking out! It's not like I was naked or anything!”
Navid could feel Jin approaching and while he resisted the urge to glance back for fear of seeing even more he nonetheless stiffened at the mere presence of his bully looming over him. Though not at all for reasons he was familiar with, “I-I'm really glad y-you weren't!” He lied, “I don't think—I-I mean I couldn't have—th-that wouldn't have b-been a—oh my God...”
Mercifully stopping just short of pressing against him like Navid expected, and maybe even wanted, Jin instead loomed in the doorway as he laughed again. Navid just about jumped out of his skin when he noticed Jin's arm above him and he finally stole a nervous little glance back at his bully a heartbeat later. Though he almost wished he hadn't as he locked eyes with Jin and saw that excited grin plastered across his handsome face. To say nothing of the excitement sparkling in his eyes as Jin stared at him without looking away.
“Stop it!” Navid told himself as he looked away again, “Stop it! He's not sexy! He's not hot! He's a bully who's picked on you for years! Get a hold of yourself you stupid pervert! Who cares if he's got a huge dick? Or incredible muscles? Or big strong arms? O-Or a smile you could get lost in? He's nothing but a bully! A stupid, sexy bully—no! Knock it off—”
“You don't have to stick around if you're not comfortable.” Jin remarked, saying perhaps the worst thing he could've, “I'm not gonna coerce you or anything.”
“You're not?” Navid asked, unable to keep a hint of doubt and suspicion from his voice as he glanced back up at Jin.
“Of course not.” He said with an easy laugh but a serious look in his eyes, “I'm not interested in sleeping with anyone who doesn't wanna sleep with me. That shit's not cool and even if was enough of a creep to not care... it's just more fun when everyone's happy.”
There were so many things to say after Jin finished and so many ways Navid wanted to respond. And yet in spite of all that he could only ask, “You want to sleep me?”
Letting out a laugh as much a scoff as it was a chuckle Jin leaned a little more heavily against the door frame and simply replied, “Who wouldn't?”
Before he could stop himself Navid was turning around to face Jin, goosebumps erupting across his body as his mind struggled to function. That same, undeniably right voice he'd been trying to listen to was so much more distant than before and the longer he stood there the quieter it seemed. Especially in the face of Jin's wild eyed grin and the unmistakable adoration filling his eyes as he finally looked away from Navid's face. Looked at the rest of his body with a long, appreciative stare. Somehow feeling like he was being ogled and yet not at the same time Navid didn't really know how to react to that look. He'd never been on the receiving end of it before, not even with the handful of boyfriends he'd had over the years. None of them had seemed so immediately smitten with him and none of them had felt so altogether enamored. Like they were transfixed by his presence and barely holding back a wave of passion threatening to consume them.
Of course, none of them had thought he was a girl either.”I-I-I have to... to admit something... before we... before you... uhm... I have to admit something before we go any further?”
“Please tell me you're not already with someone,” Jin remarked, his voice hopeful and worried at the same time, “Cause that's a deal breaker for me. I'm not gonna help anyone cheat on anyone else no matter how beautiful they are!”
“No...” Quietly devastated, in the best ways imaginable, by how easily the word 'beautiful' rolled off Jin's tongue Navid shook his head and took a step into the room. Jin thankfully retreated a few steps and didn't comment even as Navid closed the door behind him. Though he did watch with rapt attention and an unmistakable air of growing delight, “No I'm not... I'm definitely single... that's not what I have to tell you...”
“Well unless you're like, a murderer or something I'm not really sure it's gonna matter.”
“Oh I think it'll matter.”
Taking quite possibly the biggest and stupidest risk of his life without even knowing why Navid crossed his arms in front of his body and slowly lifted up the hem of his dress. And as soon as it passed over his groin he saw Jin's expression change a split second before he said, “Oh...”
“Yeah... I'm not... not a girl...” Yet in spite of his words and the revelation he was dropping Navid continued to lift his dress higher and higher. Continued to reveal more of his slender figure until he was lifting it up right over his head and tossing it away. Or at least that'd been the plan. In reality the sticky, bunched up dress he'd borrowed from Leila just dangling from his trembling fingers as he stood there in nothing but heels and panties, “I'm not a girl at all...”
For an agonizingly long time everything just seemed to... freeze. Jin stared at him and Navid stared right back. The silence couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds but it felt like a hundred years as Navid waited for the inevitable fallout. For the gay panic and maybe even some sort of attack. He'd never dealt with anything more than harsh words in the past but there was certainly a first time for everything. And it only made sense that the man who'd bullied him for so many years would react with the kind of explosive fury Navid had always heard about. Especially after he'd so stupidly undressed instead of just explaining things. Explaining what was going on and getting out of there before anything could go wrong. Now he just had to stop and wait for it all to go completely wro—
“I don't give a shit.” Jin replied, speaking so casually it was like Navid had asked him to pick between Coke or Pepsi, “You're still fucking hot!”
Every word out of his mouth hit like a bolt of lightning. Zareen couldn't believe a single syllable of what he was hearing. And yet as devastating as Jin's response was, nothing could match what he did a moment after that. While Zareen was still reeling and wholly unable to form even a single thought as he stood there frozen in disbelief.
Calmly and boldly walking forward he slid an arm around Zareen's waist and swept him off his feet without any trouble at all. Zareen all but collapsed against Jin's chest before he could even make sense of what was happening, his hands nervously pressing against his pecs and sliding across his broad, madly shoulders. Until he was suddenly swept up in a wildly passionate kiss as Jin brushed the hair out of his face and pulled him even closer. All but crushed him against his chest as he wrapped those thick arms around him.
Zareen couldn't even let out a moan before he was pushing his tongue into Jin's mouth. He didn't even think twice about wrapping his legs around his bully's waist every bit as tightly as Jin's arms were wrapped around him. All the shock and amazement crashing through his body turned into pleasure as soon as his mind finally caught up with everything that'd happened. Or rather all the pleasure he'd already been feeling came crashing down in the most devastating ways he'd ever felt. And made all the more incredibly by Jin's calloused hand sliding down his back to cup his ass and hold Zareen against him. The other trailed through his hair to softly hold the back of his head while their tongues coiled around one another in an ever more giddy embrace.
Only the tiniest bit aware that they were moving, that he was being carried even further away from the door, Zareen had no idea what was happening beyond Jin's body. All the rest of the world had completely disappeared as he ran his hands along every inch of his bully's strong body. Every inch he could reach at least. There were still so many places he wanted to touch even as he dragged his nails across Jin's back and softly whimpered against his lip. Though he didn't have to wait long for a taste of all the things he was craving as Jin laid him out across his bed. One moment Zareen was trembling at the softness of the sheets and everything that came with them, the next he was breaking their kiss to let out a startled whimper as he felt Jin against him. Felt that massive cock pressing against his own with only a couple layers of cloth separating the two of them. And a single layer of fabric keeping Zareen from those rippling muscles.
“T-Take this off!” He whispered, pulling at Jin's tank top and teetering on the verge of trying to rip it off him altogether, “I want to see—I-I want to feel—I want all of it!”
Jin's breath was unimaginably warm against Zareen's skin as he let out a laugh while he leaned in for a second kiss. But instead his lips pressed against Zareen's jaw and slowly worked their way down his neck little by little. All the while he softly said, “Of... course... but... only... if... you... do... the... same... beautiful...”
stopping just as he reached Zareen's chest Jin pulled away and lifted his tank top over his head. By the time it hit the floor they were kissing again and Zareen was moaning louder than ever. So much more excited than he realized he desperately clawed at Jin's back with one hand while eagerly caressing those gorgeously toned muscles with the other. Everything about his breathtaking physique paired with his charm drove Zareen completely wild. He didn't even think about the bullying or the resentment or anything else. Despite all of it making every solitary moment that much more incredible. Even more thrilling and sexy as they kissed and caressed one another. As both of them rolled their hips against each other for as long as they could bear. Or at least as long as Zareen could bear. He didn't know what Jin was thinking or what he might be planning but he didn't care. When their second kiss ended only one thing was one his mind.
“Fuck me!” He whimpered. His voice was more girlish than it'd ever been and anyone listening to them might've actually believed he was a woman, “Fuck meeeee!”
Smiling like he was about to make some quip but retreating like he wasn't gonna give Zareen that fat, beautiful cock Jin slid off the bed entirely without a word. Instantly pushing himself upright with a frustrated whimper Zareen watched him turn away and walk towards the closet opposite them, throwing open the door and kneeling down. Thankfully after a couple of seconds he stood back up again and revealed what he'd just collected: a small bottle of lube. All the frustration Zareen had felt disappeared in the blink of an eye as a wave of needy excitement washed over him. Without so much as a thought he slid to the edge of the bed and hooked his fingers into his panties. Only to immediately reconsider as Jin returned to him.
Eagerly sliding his fingers into the waistband of Jin's boxer briefs instead Zareen didn't waste a second pulling them down. Instead he wasted quite a few more gasping in disbelief and even recoiling a little at the absolute unit waiting for him, “H-Holy shit!”
“Why do you think I grabbed the lube?” Jin laughed, “A little bit of spit isn't gonna cover it. And I'm not gonna make that mistake a second time!”
“It's—how is it—how are you able to—holy shit it's so fucking big!”
Easily eight or nine inches long and as thick around as a soda can Jin's prick should've been absolutely terrifying. It should've sent Zareen running out of the room in self preservation the moment he laid eyes on that monstrosity. But somehow he didn't even bat an eye as he cupped those gorgeously heavy balls with both hands. Only a little bit bigger than the toys Zareen liked to use on himself when he had an afternoon free Jin was nothing short of perfect. So perfect in fact there was no time to waste. Just all the time in the world to enjoy the biggest cock he'd ever seen in his life!
One of Jin's massive hands leapt to Zareen's head before he'd even touched his cock. And the moment Zareen slid off the bed entirely, his tongue coyly sliding under his swollen tip, he dropped the lube altogether. His other hand tangled itself in Zareen's hair a moment before the head of his cock disappeared into his mouth and understood just how lucky he really was.
While there weren't many things Zareen could say he was exceptional at sucking cock had always been his greatest talent. And a talent he was more than happy to hone as often and as sloppily as he possibly could. Something his bully learned almost immediately as Zareen lurched all the way down his cock with a single stroke. His plump, girlish lips were stretched tight around his massive shaft as he so gleefully kissed the base and his throat was absolutely stuffed full of dick, his neck bulging like never before. Yet in spite of all that nothing in the world could've stopped Zareen from deepthroating Jin's prick. Or from pulling himself right back off his length even faster than before. So fast Jin's knees actually buckled as the rest of his body tightened. Of course watching all those bulging muscles strain and tremble only left Zareen shaking that much harder.
Left him feeling that much more desperate to absolutely polish every single centimeter of that incredible dick. So without as much as a single retch or gag he started flying up and down Jin's cock in an absolute frenzy. Bouncing from tip to base and back again with everything he had Zareen was nothing short of utterly consumed. Totally lost in his own little world as he frantically stroked Jin's length alongside throating it faster and more hungrily than any other. And he even managed to keep his other hand on those fat, madly clenching balls throughout his increasingly sloppy efforts. Much to the apparent shock of the man he was so passionately blowing.
“Ohhhh fuck!” Jin groaned, hunching over Zareen and holding on for dear life, “You're so fucking good at this! So much fucking better than my ex!”
Only barely listening until the mention of an ex Zareen was suddenly struck by a wave of pride and jealousy. An abrupt and all consuming need to not just be better than his mysterious ex. To so completely overshadow them Jin couldn't even think about them. Or think at all! Zareen didn't know where that need came from or why it was so all encompassing but he didn't care. He just looked up at his lover and smiled around his cock.
If he'd been passionate before Zareen was nothing short of unhinged after Jin's words. Like a wild animal or the most depraved pervert in existence. Under the guise of his new, feminine persona and without any fear of judgment or repercussions Zareen could well and truly let loose. He could slobber all over Jin's cock in a nonstop barrage of throaty gurgles and noisy slurps, his tongue lavishing everything he could reach with all the attention he could give. And his lips wrapped so tightly around that beautiful dick as his cheeks sank inwards Jin was struggling to stay upright. But even that wasn't quite enough for Zareen. Not until he slid a hand around his lover's waist to grab a thick handful of those unimaginably toned cheeks as he all but pulled Jin against him. All the while slamming himself onto his dick over and over and over again without ever taking a break or even really slowing down. It was just a nonstop barrage of squelching and gurgling and spit soaked ecstasy as he drooled all over both of them.
But no matter how hard he sucked Jin's cock or how fast he glided along it's unbelievable length his bully didn't seem any closer to cumming. He constantly groaned and shuddered and pumped thick jets of precum into Zareen's stomach but he never seemed to hit his limit. And certainly never drowned him in torrents of fresh, gooey jizz! Even after minutes and minutes of sucking! Even after Zareen had wrapped both arms around his body to cup his ass and slam their bodies together as fast and as wildly as humanly possible. Even then Jin managed to keep going, his groans filling the room almost as much as his cock filled Zareen's throat. It was almost an insult after practicing as much as he had and draining so many other guys as easily as he had!
Or at least it would've been an insult if not for how much Zareen was loving every perverted second of it. There was no pretending some small, kinky part of him hadn't had nearly this exact fantasy over the years. That he hadn't played with himself imagining Jin forcing him onto his knees after humiliating him yet again. Forcing his cock down his throat and just using his mouth like a cheap sex toy before he flipped him over and split his ass in half like the big strong man he—
“Ohhh God I wanna fuck you so badly!” Jin moaned. Finally straightening enough to look down at him him he brushed a few strands of hair from Zareen's face as he slowed, “I don't think I can't wait much longer...”
Very nearly ignoring those words and continuing his wild frenzy Zareen somehow managed to resist, pulling himself off Jin's cock with a soft pop as he asked, “And what if I wanted you to cum down my throat?” Still stroking that amazing dick he licked his lips and admired the lipstick mark he'd left on the base of Jin's length, “What if I want to drain these big, fat balls before you fuck me?”
Jin's smile just about reached his ears as he tenderly caressed Zareen's face and said perhaps the most perfect thing he could've, “We've got all night for that beautiful...”
Shivering so hard his whole body shook Zareen couldn't contain his excitement as he greedily stroked Jin's cock a little faster. A wicked grin spread across his face as he considered those words and how exactly he wanted to respond, “Then you won't mind if I keep going!”
An instant later he was kissing the base of Jin's cock and cupping his tight, muscular ass with both hands Jin didn't even have a chance to groan before Zareen was lurching up and down his dick in the greatest frenzy yet. Sucking and slurping and worshiping every last inch of that enormously thick shaft he didn't stop for anything. No matter how loudly Jin moaned or how desperately he clung to him nothing could stop Zareen from draining his balls. And to his delight his bully didn't even try. In spite of what he'd said and what he'd clearly planned he was more than happy to let him slobber all over his wonderfully fat dick for another minute or two. Maybe even longer, it was hard to say when Zareen was so lost in his pleasure and so giddy with anticipation. When he was little more than a cock sucking fiend desperately and ferociously working that prick like it was the last one he'd ever enjoy. Utterly lost in the moment to moment ecstasy and a slave to the ever building tension of what he wanted most there was no room for anything but an ever rising tide of pleasure.
Reveling in every twitch of Jin's cock inside his throat and every tremor to ripple though his body Zareen felt like he could've kept going for hours. He might've felt the tiniest bit of soreness in his jaw as he inhaled the thickest dick of his life but the sheer, toe curling bliss cascading through his body was worth any momentary discomfort! His own prick was so hard it was almost painful and the half competent tuck job he'd done completely failed to keep it in place as the seconds crept by. Though no matter how much he might've wanted to Zareen didn't pay any attention to himself. Even when he finally noticed his cock jutting out of his panties and wildly throbbing against his stomach.
Absolutely coating himself in strands of precum as thick as the ones flooding his belly Zareen moaned louder and louder as he continued to work. He couldn't have helped himself even if he'd wanted to but feeling how hard Jin trembled with every gurgling whimper was all the motivation he needed to keep going. To make sure he let out every slightest groan no matter how completely that girthy prick stuffed up his throat and filled his mouth!
And when he finally heard that telltale groan, finally felt Jin's whole body stiffen as his cock swelled and his balls tightened, Zareen moaned every bit as loudly as his bully. Both of them trembled and squirmed in abject delight as Zareen slammed himself down onto Jin's prick one last time, planting yet another sloppy kiss on the base and holding himself there. All the while his tongue swirled around his shaft and licked at his madly quivering sack. Though even if he'd stayed completely stay and done nothing at all to encourage the man shuddering against him Jin still would've grabbed his head and held on for dear life. Still would've let out the longest, sweetest moan Zareen had ever heard as fountains of unmistakably pent up jizz sprayed directly into his belly. Load after thick, creamy load flooding his relatively empty stomach with every shudder and twitch of the dick very nearly triggering his long dormant gag reflect. Especially as it throbbed harder than Zareen could've expected and strained against his inner walls in an untamed fury all at once shocking and completely exhilarating. To say nothing of how Jin stared down at him through his ecstasy.
Visibly torn between pleasure and amazement he clumsily brushed the hair from Zareen's face and looked at him with such a perfect intensity. As if they were the only two people in existence. Like Zareen was the only person that mattered or could ever matter. It was so much more than he could've expected from Jin and yet everything he wanted with anyone he slept with. So much so the sheer flood of cum erupting into his stomach actually took a backseat to that beautiful gaze.
At least for a few moments. Long enough to leave Zareen shocked when his thoughts returned to the impressive amount of spunk gushing into him for what felt like minutes straight. It couldn't have been more than twenty seconds before Jin was done but by the time he'd finished Zareen's stomach was positively filled with jizz, the warmth of it radiating to the tips of his fingers and toes. Though it did take him a good while to even realize Jin was done as he continued to suck and slobber all over his dick without even thinking. At least not about anything other than Jin's prick.
It wasn't until that once powerfully hard length started to soften than Zareen even considered pulling away. And even after he felt Jin's cock shrink he continued to tease and play with it for a little bit longer. Mostly by taking his time and really savoring every inch of it as he withdrew. Though he wasn't above teasing his tip with his tongue or sucking just hard enough on his shaft to make him tremble and wince.
“That was insane...” Jin panted. Swaying unsteadily on his feet for a moment or two he took a slightly bumbling step back before offering Zareen his hand, “I've never... I've never had anyone... nobody's ever...”
“Sucked you dry like that?” Zareen quipped.
“Yeah...”
The little sparkle in his eyes and smile spreading across his face should've warned Zareen of his intentions. But distracted as he was by the warmth of the cum in his stomach and the simply ecstasy of sucking off such a wonderful cock he didn't think twice about it. Not until he was being swept off his feet and carried back onto the bed in the arms of his bully. All the while sharing a long, passionate kiss like they'd never stopped making out. And even in his surprise he didn't hesitate to wrap himself around Jin, clawing at his back and grinding against his half hard dick in a giddy burst of delight. One made even more overwhelming as Jin's cock twitched and throbbed against his own before they'd even returned to his sheets.
Finally breaking away after another lengthy bout of kissing Jin smiled down at Zareen as he said, “I've gotta grab that lube...” like he wanted nothing more than to stay right where he was, “And a condom... or two!”
“Get the lube,” Zareen moaned, “But skip the condoms! I don't want anything between us while you're fucking me... I-If your comfortable with that of course..”
Twitching even harder against Zareen's already madly throbbing dick Jin's cock betrayed his thoughts before he even had the chance to respond, “I don't mind at all! I'm sure as hell not gonna complain if you're fine going bareback!” He leaned in for another, much shorter kiss before pulling even further away and adding, “I've only been with a couple people anyways... and nobody since... it's been a while!”
“I could tell!” Zareen giggled, teasingly rubbing his stomach and licking his lips as he spoke.
“Oh my god he is such a little whore!” Danisha whispered.
Smiling at her girlfriend from the opposite side of Jin's doorway Leila finally stepped away and quietly asked, “Happy now? They're definitely having sex!”
“Yeah but I wanna—”
“Let's go!”
Taking her girlfriend's hand and physically pulling her away from the door Leila dragged Danish back to the living room before she finally spoke again, “Since when are you the type to eavesdrop?” She laughed, “And on two men no less!”
“What? I'm happy for them!” Danisha exclaimed, eagerly finishing off her drink before glancing up at the ceiling above, “And don't pretend like you weren't a little curious!”
“I wasn't. I'm not.” Leila's voice was flat and serious but her eyes betrayed the same sort of mischievous excitement spread across Danisha's face. Though she was considerably better about hiding it as she finished her own drink and walked into the kitchen with Danisha in tow, “Right now I'm more concerned with how long we should wait for Zareen.”
“Oh who cares! Just let them have their fun! We'll take off when we wanna go and Zareen can make 'her' way back tomorrow. You heard the way he sounded, he's not leaving that room tonight.”
“No, he's definitely not...” After a short, contemplative silence Leila finished making her drink and turned to her girlfriend, “We'll stay a little while longer and leave after I find a few people. I don't think I've spoken to Gloria and Ernesto in weeks!”
“Really? I swear I was hanging out with them the other day! How come you didn't come out with us?”
“I was studying that night, remember? I'd kept putting it off and there was a 'surprise' test the next day?”
“Ohhhhhhhh yeah! Well let's go find em!”
Creaking under the weight of Jin's enormous frame as he slid back onto the sheets, slowly lathering his cock in lube, the entire bed shifted with his every movement. It might've been a perfectly normal mattress but to Zareen it was practically a water bed as he trembled and shook against it, oh so teasingly spreading his legs while his companion moved between them. And around the time Jin was all but bearing down on him he slid a hand into his panties to entirely free his cock. Even pulling them aside to let Jin seeing everything. From his perfectly hairless sack all the way down to the plump, puffy oval that was his thoroughly trained asshole. Though a small part of him was the tiniest bit embarrassed by how well used his ring was after discovering his size queen tendencies a couple years back.
Thankfully before Zareen could try to explain himself or make some kind of halfhearted apology Jin's slick fingers wrapped around his cock. Anything he might've said disappeared into a giddy moan as soon as he felt his bully touch his prick, a wave of pleasure crashing through him. His back arched and a breathy whimper erupted from his lips. After all the anticipation and teasing of draining Jin's balls even the slightest touch drove him absolutely wild. All the more when he gently stroked his unbearably hard cock in long, smooth motions.
“It's almost a shame you're such a bottom...” He laughed, admiring Zareen's not so modestly sized prick as he pushed the head of the lube bottle into his ass, “You'd make a lotta people happy with a dick like this!”
Shakily grabbing Jin's wrist with one hand and a fistful of the sheets above his head with the other Zareen managed a smile as he said, “Y-You're not the first person to-to tell me that!”
Flashing him a thoroughly unsurprised smile Jin squeezed the rest of the lube into Zareen's asshole, the rush of cool, gooey liquid sending chills throughout his body. Alongside a fresh wave of anticipation tinged with disbelief. Part of him was earnestly struggling to believe it was all really happy. Even as his bully stroked his cock and filled his ass with lube. And it was even harder to believe when that bottle was finally tossed away and Zareen felt the head of Jin's prick against his puffy entrance instead. To say nothing of seeing the man who'd tormented him slowly bend down over him with that adoring look in his dark eyes.
“Tell me if it hurts...” He whispered, gently rubbing his tip against Zareen's entrance as his he continued to stroke Zareen's cock, “I'll stop as soon as it gets uncomfortable, all right? Don't be afraid to speak up and—”
“It won't hurt.” Zareen murmured. Confidence filled his voice and a look of pure lust spread across his face, “And I just want you inside me!”
His plea seemed to hang in the air for a moment while Jin stared down at him, the smile slowly fading from his face. Only to dawn across his handsome features even brighter as he gently slid an arm beneath Zareen's shoulders. Barely a heartbeat later they were sharing a soft, almost tender kiss. The sort of kiss romantic comedies ended on. The sort Zareen never expected to feel from a one night stand, much less his bully. He didn't even know how to react as Jin held him close and lingered for so wonderfully long against his lips. Zareen might've kissed him back but that was about all he could manage as he nervously clasped his hands over his stomach. Wringing them like he was about to confess to some unimaginable sin as the rest of his body trembled and his eyes fluttered shut. Jin was so caring and so affectionate in that one kiss it utterly ruined the image Zareen had of him. Damn near everything he thought he knew. And when Jin pulled away far, far sooner than expected it was downright stunning.
“You're so fucking beautiful...”
Those four little words absolutely ravished Zareen before Jin had so much as moved a muscle. Of course the moment his hips shifted and the pressure grew that amazing sentiment completely destroyed him. Almost as much as the unimaginably thick cock slipping into his ass and stretching his vigorously trained ring wider and wider with every second. Just the tip alone was big enough to rival the toys he used when he wanted a quickie with himself! And by the time that swollen head was already inside his ass Zareen was already bracing for something even thicker.
All at once groaning and whimpering as the air was pushed right out of his lungs Zareen threw his arms around Jin's enormous frame. Desperately wrapping his legs around his waist a moment later he held on as tight as he could for as long as he could. Without even trying he added countless more red furrows to the scratches already dotting Jin's back, unable to help himself as the thickest parts of his lovers' gorgeously thick cock pushed inside him. Glided deeper and deeper with every passing moment in a constant push as gentle as it was uncompromisingly strong. Zareen felt every last inch of the cock disappearing into him. He felt it twitching and throbbing against his inner walls as it almost effortlessly pushed further than anyone else had ever gone. Into places only his favorite, and most perverted, toys could ever reach. And at the gentle pace he was moving it seemed to take an eternity for Jin to finally stop. An eternity and the blink of an eye, their hips colliding with a soft smack as he came to a sudden yet not so sudden stop.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodddddddd!” Zareen croaked, his voice entirely failing him as he struggled to take even a single breath.
“Don't be afraid to tell me if you can't handle it...” Jin whispered, his breath unfathomably warm against Zareen's goosebump riddled skin. Especially as he moved in close and kissed all along Zareen's neck and shoulder, “I want you to enjoy it too...”
If he'd been even the tiniest bit capable of speaking again Zareen would've told Jin exactly how much he was enjoying himself. He wouldn't have hesitated to scream it at the top of his lungs as that unbelievable cock twitched and pulsed inside his ass, pressing against his g-spot and completely overwhelming him without even trying. But he couldn't say anything after letting out what little air was left in his lungs. Zareen could only bury his face in Jin's shoulder and wait for him to actually start fucking him.
And while he didn't have to wait long he was in for yet another surprise as Jin withdrew only the tiniest bit faster than before. He pulled out at that same maddeningly wonderful rhythm and didn't stop until his tip was gently pulling against Fareen's madly quivering asshole. Though he barely even had a chance to enjoy the feeling of it distending his entrance and stretching him out so nicely. Not before Jin was pushing back inside him in another agonizingly long yet beautifully measured stroke that drove Zareen completely wild. It was the exact opposite of everything he expected from the man above and inside him. The exact opposite of any man he'd been with, much less one so impressively well endowed!
Smoothly rolling his hips and pressing down against Zareen's g-spot with unbearable force Jin didn't just hammer away like a wild animal. He didn't launch into a ball slapping frenzy devoid of any control or composure. Even as his pace slowly quickened with almost every stroke he remained so amazingly tender yet passionate. Always moving exactly how Zareen might've wanted. In the perfect ways to make him completely lose his mind. With long, almost loving, thrusts he pushed Zareen to the edge of a desperately needed release more easily than anyone else he'd been with. It wasn't even fair to compare him to past lovers! Jin was like... like an entirely different person as pushed so incredibly deep into Zareen each and every time. The soft slap of their bodies endlessly smacking together gradually filled the room alongside Zareen's breathless groans and almost strained whimpers but no matter how fast he moved it was never too much. Never anything but exactly what Zareen wanted without ever realizing he needed to be fucked so gently, so tenderly.
Zareen was so lost in every toe curling moment he didn't even realize Jin had stopped stroking his cock at some point during the ecstasy. The simple joy of feeling him move so lovingly and with such effortless care was all he could've wanted. More than enough to leave him completely overwhelmed and absolutely ruined by the pleasure radiating through his body. Pleasure that only continued to grow as Jin continued to press so sweetly against his g-spot with every single stroke.
For what could've been minutes or hours or even days Jin rolled his hips and held Zareen close, kissing his neck and jaw and shoulder in a constant barrage of affection. Any hope Zareen might've had of doing anything more than laying there in a haze of bliss disappeared almost immediately. It wasn't even a thought before long. There were no thoughts left as he just clawed at his lover's back and tried desperately to take even a single breath. Even one full, uninterrupted breath. But he was stretched so far and filled so completely there was no time to breathe or think to do anything but shudder. Shudder and drift ever closer to an orgasm unlike anything he'd ever felt.
After years and years of furiously stroking his cock was pounding away at his ass with whatever toy he wanted, only occasionally taking a more measured approach when he was feeling tired, Zareen was totally unprepared for how Jin fucked him. He'd expected and maybe even wanted an absolute barrage of ferocious thrusts that shook the bed and broke the headboard. Zareen had braced himself for something like that and had even eagerly awaited it as soon as he laid eyes on Jin's cock. But instead he was left in a constant state of flux. A maddening ebb and flow more pleasurable and more devastating than the wildest rhythms. Jin's movements were faster than ever and still so much slower than everything Zareen had expected. But the strength of every thrust and how smoothly he hit his g-spot was more devastating than words could describe.
Like he was earnestly trying to drive Zareen completely insane with the slow, unbelievable build up. As if he knew who Zareen really was and found a new, even more ingenious way to torment him. No other explanation made sense as Jin's rhythms quickened at a maddening pace and Zareen was left all but drooling in the aftermath. He could only curl up against and around the man so easily breaking his mind and ruining his body, completely lost to the rest of the world and wholly lost to Jin's unbelievably wonderful cadence. Sometimes he managed to roll his hips and grind against him just a little bit. Just for a few haphazard seconds. Other times he nearly found the strength to pull his face away from those gorgeously corded muscles to share in a desperate kiss. One he wanted more than life itself yet could never quite reach. But all the rest of the time he was completely paralyzed by the ever mounting joy crashing through his entire body. Wholly unable to move or react of his own accord and entirely lost to the whims of his own desperation.
But just as he was well and truly losing what little sanity he had left Jin helped shove him right over the edge with the simplest action. With a soft, “Come here,” and a gentle turning of his head.
Their lips reunited at the same moment he glided back inside him and Zareen completely melted. Any shred of self control or composure left within him melted away the moment that kiss began. He spiraled down into a churning sea of pleasure in an instant and there was no coming back. No holding off the absolute flood of pleasure crashing down upon him in a single, devastating wave of utter bliss. Zareen didn't even have time to react before he was reduced to a quivering wreck uncontrollably shaking against the last man he ever expected to make him cum. And cum harder than he'd ever experienced in his life!
His whole body stiffened as his eyes disappeared into the back of his head. Barely able to continue the kiss that'd so completely ruined him Zareen frantically clawed at Jin's back and almost violently quivered against him. Bucking and grinding and mindlessly rolling his hips he finally found some tiny bit of strength as he erupted all over himself.
Just in time to completely lose all that strength he squirted all over the both of them, gooey jets of cum streaking from his agonizingly stiff cock with every twitch. And in perfect time with every stroke of Jin's unimaginably thick length. All but milking him dry with each and every push Jin sent the most intoxicating waves of pleasure crashing through Zareen's body. Radiating outward to the tips of his fingers and toes before crashing back inwards just in time to meet another swell. It was a constant, unfathomable cacophony beyond his wildest dreams and the longer it went on the more unbearable it seemed to grow. Zareen never wanted it to end and yet he wasn't sure he'd even be able to survive such an all consuming flood of pure bliss.
Jin certainly wasn't making it any easier as he continued that same maddening rhythm no matter how hard Zareen shuddered and convulsed against him. No matter how desperately his body contracted nor how feverishly he clawed at his back. His pace only quickened like he wasn't making Zareen paint them both in streaks of his arousal as he breathlessly groaned and grunted like some wild animal in the throes of mating season. Not once during the entirety of Zareen's madness, nor even the heady afterglow that followed, did Jin relent. More stable and comforting than anyone Zareen had ever known he was nothing short of perfect. Almost too perfect to believe even as he stretched him to the breaking point and pushed his mind even further with an endless cascade of pleasure. Yet no matter what Zareen may or may not have believed the ecstasy he felt was uso very real. And the exhaustion that overtook him soon after even more so.
Collapsing against the bed as the last few squirts of cum dribbled out of his cock Zareen just about fainted from the incredible relief. His eyes fluttered shut and his body went entirely limp, a faint grin lighting up his face even before jin finally slowed. And by the time he'd come to a stop Zareen was near ready to fall asleep despite the massive dick still buried inside him. And the cum slowly pooling across his trembling stomach.
“I think you could use a break...” Jin laughed.
His lips brushed against Zareen's neck a moment after he spoke and Zareen couldn't help but whimper in delight, “Yeah... just a... just a couple minutes... I've never... cum like that before...”
“Really? You seemed like a natural.”
Zareen giggled at those words only to let out a throaty moan and Jin tenderly withdrew. His groan was quickly punctuated by the soft wet pop of the cock emerging from his ass and interrupted by his ragged little plea, “Don't... don't pull out...”
“Don't worry beautiful,” The bed shifted and Zareen felt Jin laying down beside him, “I'm not done with you yet!”
His cock slowly glided back inside Zareen's ass, to the delight of them both, and he didn't stop until he was pressed tight against his cheeks. “Good... that's... that's so fucking good...” Zareen moaned, “That feels... so fucking good...”
Jin's wonderfully strong arms closed around Zareen's body, hugging him close and gently caressing his already goosebump riddled skin as he simply whispered, “Just wait until you catch your breath...”
Letting out a sound caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan Zareen turned his head to look back at the man inside him. They locked eyes for just a moment before sharing another kiss even more perfect than the last. And one that seemed to linger even longer than all the rest as they just laid there basking in one another for as long as they wanted. As long as Zareen needed. With the whole night ahead of them!