Men Of Honor - 1. Truth or Dare

Christian stood in front of the mirror with his head sloped, his green eyes staring at himself, his legs bare naked and sporting the top part of a very fancy tux.

"What do you think?" He questioned, searching his friend's eyes through the mirror for endorsement. Christian was 23, straight, had blonde curly hair and beautiful green eyes, had a smooth jock build, was 5.10, and about to get married.

"Nice ass." Jacob teased, looking at Christian's tight boxers clutching his firm bubble butt as he lounged on a round, black velvet chair. Jacob was 24, also straight, with black raven hair, deep brown eyes, 5.7 feet, hairy chest and legs, a swimmer build, and a sexy deep voice.

"I'm serious, dude!" Christian replied, slightly edgy.

"Looks great, Bud. Chill." Jacob assured.

Jacob and Christian had been friends since high school. They met their first girlfriends together. They had sex for the first time around the same time. They smoked their first joint together. They got drunk for the first time and survived their first hangover together. They went on vacation together every single year since they met. They even jerked off together a couple of times as they watched porn. There was a slight awkwardness after, though nothing they would call a deal breaker. Jacob and Christian were close. Very close. More than they were with their own families. You could say they were soulmates, and their relationship was, in many respects, their most valued and prized commodity. Their intimacy was a source of jealousy from their respective girlfriends at times. And their closeness was the subject of many discussions, some carrying a lot of prejudice. People didn't seem to understand how two straight men could be so close and not have a sexual connection. But they ignored it. They both laughed at the matter and would use those "rumors" for their own enjoyment. Like a private joke, only they understood.

Ok, so they were half lying. There was this one time in college when they dabbled into the unknown. They had just arrived from a sorority party and were drunk out of their minds. They shared a college room on campus. They entered the room, blundering everywhere, chuckling as they went. Jacob fell on the chair next to the desk while Christian stumbled across the room, trying to time his steps so he would fall inside the bottom of their bunk bed. Instead, he crashed on the mattress, face down, and lay there breathing laboriously.

"Everything's spinning, dude." Christian complained as he clumsily tried turning around.

"Here, I'll help." Jacob secured, getting up and swaying towards his friend.

He started undressing Christian, first his sweater, then took his belt out, opened the trousers, and dragged them out, tumbling backward and falling on the floor.

"Fucking hell!" Jacob uttered as he chuckled.

He got up again, held Christian's legs, falling by the side of the bed, and hauled them back in. As he did, his body collapsed on the bed, and he drunkenly snuggled into his friend's arms. Unable to push himself up, his head ended on Christian's belly. They both lay there in silence for a moment, Jacob's head bouncing as it heeded Christian's breathing.

"Dude, Natalie was checking you out today." Jacob teased, making Christian giggle. "Would you fuck her?" He questioned, his eyes now opened as he gazed at his friend's fuzzy belly button.

"I'd fuck a tree right now. I'm so horny." Christian replied, releasing a chuckle and adjusting his position. Unfortunately, when he did, his crotch accidentally grazed Jacob's face. Instead of acknowledging it, Jacob stood still.

"Fuck, now I need to jerk off." Christian announced, and with absolute resoluteness, took his right hand to his crotch and started touching it.

"Bud, I'm right here." Jacob quipped, trying to hide his surprise.

"We've done it before, dude. Chill." Christian reassured as he took his left arm, placing it over Jacob's back. When he did, Jacob signaled his discomfort by attempting to move away. But Christian deterred him.

"Stay there." He bid.

"No." Jacob declared as he tried to move away again. But Christian prevented him.

"C'mon, dude. Give me a sec." He stated, his breath becoming more heavy and syncopated.

Jacob lay there, unsure of what was going on. He felt conflicted, yet a peculiar feeling was growing in his groin, like rushes of heat traveling upwards and bursting in his chest. Jacob nestled his head on Christian's abdomen, his nose inches from his crotch, and closed his eyes. As he breathed, he could hear his friend's faint moans. Jacob inhaled deeply, trying to usher his bloodstream, feeling the scent of Christian's cock. It was musky, pungent. He opened his eyes, surprised by the enjoyable nature of it, and when he did, he was surprised by the sight of his friend's 8-inch dick dangling in front of his face. The foreskin immediately took him aback. He had seen Christian's dick but never this close. Every time he tugged it back, it would release that scent he found so oddly enjoyable, and the tip would coat itself with a crystalline layer of precum. Suddenly, Jacob found himself unable to look away. He stood there, his mouth slightly opened and his tongue lingering shyly at its edge, indulging in the thought of licking it as Christian's strokes became longer and faster. But he knew any sudden movement might make his friend back away from whatever they were doing, so he just dwelled there.

"Fuck, I'm almost there." Christian announced as his moans ushered the increasing speed of his movements. "Move, dude!" He uttered, warning Jacob of the imminent eruption. But Jacob didn't move.

Jacob couldn't believe his words as they flew out of him, "No. Come in my mouth." He voiced out.

"What?" Christian responded in between heavy breaths with a surprised tone.

"Do it!" Jacob ordered, and in one move, he leaned forward and swallowed Christian's cock, all the way to where his hand was holding it.

"Shit!" Christian uttered as he started unloading inside his best friend's mouth. "Fuck, you're so warm." He noted as he continued to stroke, trying to control his spasms as they brought his orgasm to a home run.

Jacob sipped every ounce of batter firing inside his mouth. It tasted as sweet as that moment they were sharing. His eyes were closed as he reveled in that empowering feeling rushing over him, which he couldn't recognize. Nor did he want to. He just knew that as he drank his friend's love juice, he didn't want that moment to end. The high was exhilarating.

Even now, present day, as Jacob sat on that wide black velvet chair and looked at his best friend, getting ready to be married to the girl of his dreams, he would think back on that moment with a smile. And under his pants, his dick would still tingle.

"Dude, where were you?" Christian questioned, snapping his fingers, trying to wake Jacob from his daze.

"Sorry, Bud. I zoned out." He stated, dropping his body on the black velvet chair and spreading his arms outwards. "It's just weird. You there, wearing a tux, getting ready to marry Emma." He rambled with a gloomy tone.

"Dude, it's not like I'm moving to another country. We live right next door to each other." Christian countered, trying to cheer Jacob up.

"Yeah. I know. But still...marriage changes things. Or so I've heard." He taunted, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out cheekily. Christian smiled.

"What time do you want to head out tomorrow?" Christian asked as he removed the jacket carefully, exposing his chiseled torso and smooth muscular back.

"Early. It's at least half a day's ride to my folks' lodge." Jacob informed, straightening himself up and stretching his weary body.

"Let's crash at my place, then." Christian suggested, to which Jacob complied, nodding.

It was by far their favorite thing to do. They would go to Christian's place, have some beers as they watched a flick and chill. They had taken the week off before the wedding and decided to travel to Jacob's parents' cottage in the countryside. They decided to have some quality time together before the big day, an opportunity to enjoy everything they loved to do before a female presence began disrupting their manly habits. The shop clerk came in, taking the pinned tux from Christian's hands delicately as he popped his pants and shirt back on, and they both left the store.

About half an hour later, they arrived at Christian's house. Jacob lived down the street in a smaller two-bed apartment. Christian's house was big, with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen, and a large living room with an 85-inch plasma TV. Christian's parents were wealthy, and he was used to a good living. This house had been their frat pad, their man cave for most of their life, and Emma was about to go live there, so they were conscientiously saying goodbye to their old routines and making room for new ones.

"A cold one before bed?" Christian proposed as he popped the fridge door open.

"Sure." Jacob accepted, stretching his arms and tossing his jacket on the kitchen counter.

They popped them open, cheered, and moved to the living room. They sat on the couch and spread their legs over the center table in the same, identical manner. They looked at each other and chuckled. The night went on, and they went about their life, cracking jokes, regaling on past stories, and suddenly one beer became six, so by now, they were pretty drunk. Eventually, they fell asleep on the couch.

An hour went by until Jacob woke up. He lifted his head, searching for Christian, but he wasn't there. Jacob straightened himself on the couch and could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen, so he begrudgingly got up and tiptoed toward the noise. As he reached the kitchen doorway, he halted. A few feet from him, next to the fridge, stood Christian. To his surprise, Jacob took a few steps back, hid from view, and stared attentively. The door was open, and the light coming from inside was coating Christian's smooth-skinned body. Jacob felt conflicted as he gazed upon his friend's figure and noticed every detail. The soft blond fuzz that ran through his legs and how it slowly dissipated as it reached the glutes. How Christian's posture complimented and accentuated the softness and roundness of his ass cheeks. How his lean and toned stomach veered outwards, accommodating his broad chest. And the arms that rested, slick and muscular, along his body. Christian was, without a doubt, a beautiful man, Jacob thought. But why was he looking at him this way now? There was this peculiar infatuation growing inside him regarding Christian lately. Was perhaps the wedding and the fear of their relationship messing with his mind? Whatever the answer was, his cock had a will of its own because once he came to his senses, Jacob was already rubbing it.

Christian closed the fridge door, placed a bowl of canned peaches on the center island, and started seizing one by one with his fingers and taking them to his mouth. As he did, juice would spill, land on his smooth chest, and lodge itself on the streak of blond chest fuzz between his pecs. He would brush it off with his hands as he chewed unhurriedly on the glistening slices. His lips, perfectly drawn, bright pink, and luscious, would sensually move as they enveloped the fruit, becoming coated with a crystalline substance that he would then wipe clean with his tongue as she glazed over them. Jacob was transfixed. As he caressed his dick, now so hard the tip was peeking from inside his shorts, he imagined touching those lips with his hands and licking them with his tongue, closing in on them with his lips. There was precum oozing from his dick at this point.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" Christian uttered. Jacob flinched back, his hands shaking and his voice trembling.

"Shit, dude, you scared me!" He said. He was so far out in his mind he didn't even realize Christian had acknowledged his presence, giggling at the irony of the situation since he was hiding in the dark.

"Your acting weird lately..." Christian brooded as he gazed at Jacob for a moment. Then, he scanned his body, starting at the head, neck, chest, and stomach, and as he reached his pelvis, he halted. "Come here." He requested.

"Hum...actually, I think I'll hit the sack." Jacob announced, his voice cracking at every syllable.

"All the sheets are stored in the garage. So you'll have to sleep in my room tonight." Christian declared as his lips stretched in a mischievous smile.

"Sure thing, Bud." Jacob consented nervously. "I'll go take a piss." He uttered as he turned around and flew towards the stairs into the second floor's bathroom.

He entered the bathroom and shut the door. He hadn't breathed since he left the kitchen, it felt, and his body collapsed on the sink, his arms holding his weight as he stared at the mirror. What the fuck was he thinking? He needed to shake this weirdness in his head. His best friend's engagement was messing with his mind, he thought. Jacob took a deep breath, cleared his mind, splashed his face with cold water, and dried it lightly with a hand towel. He felt immediately better. Jacob went for the door and opened it. Inside, Christian was already on the bed, facing up with a white silk sheet covering nothing but his groin. Jacob rolled his eyes internally at the whole situation but decided to act casually. It was his best friend, after all. He took his shirt and shorts and was about to enter the bed when Christian stopped him.

"Since when do you sleep in your underwear?" He said, scowling.

Jacob recognized his peculiar behavior and took a few steps back, stripped off his underwear, and threw it on the armchair. His dick was still semi-hard and leaking precum, so he rushed inside the bed and threw the white silk sheet over him, his belly down, as he tried to suppress the evidence of his misdemeanor.

"Are you still hard?" Christian asked bluntly. "I saw you were hard earlier. It's ok. I am too." He admitted, "Emma hasn't been putting out much lately. I think the wedding stuff is getting to her." He said as he took his hand to his crotch, massaging it gently.

He lay there, rubbing himself as he looked at Jacob. Then, Jacob turned sideways, holding his head with his left arm and his right hand holding his now 9-inch stiff shaft. Christian breathing was getting more hectic. Finally, he raised his legs, and as he did, the sheet covering him slid off his body, and he was now fully exposed, his 8-inch uncut, beautiful pink cock, being rubbed vigorously. Jacob instantly felt a familiar smell in the air. The musky, savory scent from Christian's dick enveloped him like a warm blanket, transporting him back in time. He smiled as he took a deep breath. And before he could regret his reaction, he tilted his body over to his friend, leaving the white sheet behind and exposing his own nude body.

"You want me to..." He asked cautiously. And before he could finish his sentence, Christian moaned in agreement.

He pulled himself closer and positioned his legs under Christian's. As he did, his friend dropped his legs on top of him. The feeling of Christian's smooth leg fuzz grazing his skin sent Jacob back to a sense of joy and wonderment. He felt alive again. A feeling of rapture he had forgotten. He took his hand out of his cock and placed it on Christian inner thigh, inches away from his throbbing dick. He gave it a confident squeeze, making Christian's pelvis propel up. He did it again, and the pelvis responded accordingly. He leaned his head towards Christian's crotch and squeezed again, and this time the pelvis motion brought the head of Christian's cock closer to his mouth. He did it again, and this time he stuck his tongue out, leaving her dangling, ready to greet an old friend. As the two finally met, he licked the tip and peeled from it all the precum lodged underneath the foreskin. As he took it inside his mouth and held it, he fell into a profound and peaceful melody of lust and euphoria.

Jacob's world stopped as he welcomed a taste that seemed made to graze his mouth. It was his to worship. Christian's juice was inside him again, and it felt right. Instinctively, he brushed Christian's hand away from his cock and lunged his mouth, ordering her to take its place. He felt instantly inadequate as this felt like unfamiliar territory, but Christian's moans propelled him to keep going. So to satisfy his friend, he began sucking on his dick. He could feel the moisture from all the precum as he licked the jelly-like substance from the head. The first few times, given he wasn't used to all that extra skin, he ended up pulling the skin up with his lips, but after a few tries, Jacob realized he needed to push the skin back with his right hand and then dip. Once he did, Christian's moans increased exponentially. Jacob plunged his mouth into his friend's shaft with conviction and grazed his tongue along it as he came up, bobbing his head, sucking on his friend's dick with relish.

"Fuck Jay!" Christian wailed, raising his arms and holding them under his head, letting Jacob take control.

"Does that feel good?" Jacob asked between heavy breathing as he came up for air.

"Yeah." Christian confirmed, giggling and teasing his friend with his pelvis making his dick hit his face.

That was all the confirmation Jacob needed. He went all out at this point, moaning as he sucked on Christian's shaft, conquering more and more depth with each new descent. Jacob would occasionally gag, pull out and rub his spit all over it, mixing it with precum and lubricating it. Finally, Christian was getting more at ease, thrusting his groin forward, gently fucking his friend's mouth. The slurping sounds of Christian's dick entering Jacob's mouth filled the room as they increased the rhythm, steadily sprinting toward the climax.

"Jay...I'm going to cum in your mouth." Christian proclaimed as he halted one of his thrusts and started to unload, twitching his hips.

Jacob felt the ropes of batter fire inside his warm mouth. He swallowed the first two but then let the others pile on his tongue as they unleashed. Finally, he pulled out and turned his head to face Christian, who looked at him, sweaty, with his curly hair all shriveled and swallowed it.

"Peachy." He noted.

They both fell back laughing as they lay on the bed, their naked bodies still entangled.

They woke up the next day, showered, put their trekking garments on, packed the car with the hiking gear, clothes for a week, and drove off as the sun stretched its arms. They rode for nearly three hours towards Jacob's parents' cottage, listening to music and laughing about old college stories. Jacob and Christian glanced at each other several times during the car ride, knowing that this would probably be the last time they would be like this. And they were planning to make the best of whatever time they had left together alone.

As they arrived, the scorching noon sunlight was already pressing down. They stationed the car in front of the house and hopped out, both excited. The lodging had a dark wood finish, two floors, and a large front deck with chairs and a breakfast table. They went up the front steps and entered the house, which featured a hallway, a kitchen to the right, a large living room to the left, and a staircase that led up to the first floor.

"Drop the bags here." Jacob stated, pointing at the bottom of the stairs. Christian did as told. "Bro, let's stay here tonight and hike in the morning." He proposed.

"Yeah, I'm beat. Let's just get wasted." Christian suggested.

They nodded, dropped their coats, and walked to the kitchen fridge. Christian grabbed two beers, handed one to Jacob, and sat on the kitchen counter. Jacob leaned over the island in the center of the kitchen, facing Christian, and they stood there in silence. Christian seemed transfixed on Jacob as he chugged the beer down. But, on the other hand, Jacob seemed less relaxed, occasionally looking out the window to avoid Christian's uncompromising stare.

"Dude, I think we need to talk about this?" Christian began.

"About what?" Jacob replied with a visible strain in his voice, trying to evade the obvious.

"Dude, c'mon..." Christian uttered, aggravated.

"I know, I know." Jacob reacted with a certain gloom in his voice.

"It's not like it doesn't feel good. It does." Christian clarified, trying to ease Jacob's noticeable discomfort. "I don't think we should pursue this further." He resumed, his voice becoming more severe. "It's just not fair to Emma. Or to us. And I don't want to fuck up our friendship over this." He finished as he lowered his head, searching for Jacob's eyes, now glued to the floor.

"You're right." Jacob agreed.

But he didn't want to. Standing there as he heard Christian's arguments, he wished to comply with his best friend. He wished he could reassure him that this was all a fluke and that their relationship would revert to the way it was. But what he felt at that moment was the opposite. As he looked at Christian, he realized that his feelings had changed. Or maybe they were always there, lurking underneath his skin. All he wanted was to touch Christian, hold his face near his own, touch his lips, kiss them, grab his cock and slide it in his mouth. But, instead, Jacob could feel himself zoning out. His eyes welled up as he looked away, trying to conceal the evidence of his profound disappointment.

"We should go on a hike. Walk this off?" Christian suggested, smiling at Jacob, who begrudgingly returned the gesture.

They got dressed, pants, hiking boots, a rain jacket, and a backpack. They closed the door and started walking. For the first half hour, none of the two said anything. They just walked and took in the sights as they went along. Ferns, grasses, mushrooms, and tree seedlings spread far beyond what their eyes could see. After a while, the sun started to get flimsier, so they decided to stop. Christian and Jacob sat on the ground near, near a small clearing. They shared a ham sandwich and a bag of ships. They still hadn't said a word to each other when Jacob finally decided to break the cycle of silence.

"Bro, I'm sorry." He said, his voice more calm and nuanced.

"For what?" Christian questioned as he shared the chips.

"I think your engagement fucked with my head. I don't know, I just..." He paused as he gathered his thoughts. "For so long, it was just the two of us? I guess I was scared I would lose you." He concluded, afraid to raise his head and wait for Christian's retort.

"So you decided to suck my dick?" He quipped. You could always count on Christian to lighten the mood. The two friends laughed at his comment as the mood shifted. "Look, I get it. But things won't change much. I promise." He reassured as he crawled over to Jacob and wrapped his right arm around him, pulling his face closer. "I love you, dude." He uttered.

And without warning, Jacob raised his head and kissed Christian.

"What the fuck, Jacob!" Christian shouted, standing up and pulling away from his friend.

"It's ok. We both want it. I know you do too!" Jacob countered, standing up and walking towards Christian, who kept pushing back.

"Stop saying stuff like that! Fuck!" Christian yelled, his voice echoing across the clear. "I'm not going to go there. Stop doing this..." He said as he tried to cage his anger, holding his arms down and trying not to punch Jacob.

"You know what, fine! Fuck you!" Jacob hollered back as he picked his things off the floor and started walking away.

"Where are you going? Do you even know the way back?" Christian asked. "Fuck...Jacob, wait!" He said, pursuing his friend.

As they both trekked, always three feet away from each other, they started looking around. From when they started arguing and as they left the clearing, it had become pitch dark. Christian was usually the leader, but as he scanned his surroundings, he began to feel nervous. They had walked a few miles, and he knew they should have reached the dirt road that led back to the cottage by now.

"Jacob, stop. I think we're lost." Christian uttered with a tense tone in his voice.

Jacob stopped and looked around for the first time since he left the clearing.

"Shit." He perused his belongings and took a flashlight out of his backpack. "Ok...if we follow the river, we can camp there. It'll be less risky. We won't be able to get home in this darkness." He stated, surprisingly calm. Christian nodded in agreement. They began descending a steep hill as they attempted to follow the sound of the river flow. After about fifteen minutes of walking, they weren't getting anywhere, and their legs ached.

"This is bullshit." Christian groused, visibly upset and nervous.

"It's ok. Calm down. We're not the only people around with cabins." Jacob assured as he surveyed around. He closed the flashlight for a second. "There. About a mile out. I think I see some lights. If it's a house, we'll ask to use their wifi to call a patrol or something." Jacob said as he proceeded ahead, looking back and signaling Christian to follow him.

They walked down the path towards what looked like a large cottage with a cattle fence and a small barn. The lights inside the house seemed to be on, and they felt relieved. They entered the property by hopping around the front and walking carefully towards the main door. As they did, they could hear loud noises coming from inside, like music and male voices hollering. Jacob knocked twice. They waited a moment, but nobody came, so he banged on it again. After a second or two, the music stopped, and they could hear heavy steps. Jacob turned his head back and looked at Christian. Jacob shrugged and turned to face the door again.

The door opened. Standing in the doorway was a large man, in his late 30s, with military pants and a white tank top. He was buffed, with a shaved head and a tattoo-covered left arm. Jacob felt distressed as the man seemed to hold the door with one of his feet, sporting a military boot.

"Can I help you, boys?" A deep and raspy voice asked. The man was leaning on the doorway, keeping the door half closed with his right hand.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you. We got lost on our way home. We have a cabin 2 miles off the gas station. I was wondering, if you had wifi available? Unfortunately, we can't get any signal and would like to call for a pick-up?" Jacob clarified. There was a brief silence. The man stood there gazing at Jacob, then looked over at Christian.

"Hey, turn that shit down a bit!" He yelled, turning his head inside. They could hear chuckling in the back. "Sorry about that. Me and the boys were having a get-together." He then scanned Jacob again thoroughly. "Look, boys, we don't have a signal here either." The man said. He then paused and turned his head back inside. After a brief moment, he turned to face Jacob. "But you're welcome to crash here tonight. I'm sure you'll be able to find your way back in the morning." The man suggested.

Jacob glanced at Christian again, trying to discreetly assess him, attempting not to offend the man after his generous offer, but Christian just shrugged as he looked around. Jacob knew they couldn't say no. Staying outside during the night was just too dangerous.

"If it's ok with you and your friends, we'll take your offer and wait it out inside." Jacob sounded.

"Sure. Well, come on in, then!" The man said, winking as he opened the door.

Jacob and Christian entered, rubbing their hands, given the outside cold. Inside, the fireplace was on, but the lighting was murky. There was a large living room with a round table, two large sofas, a pool table, and three doors. On the left was a small open kitchen, and the counter table was full of empty beer cans and scotch bottles. A younger guy was standing behind the bottles, smoking a cigarette. He had a shaved head, was about Jacob's height, bare-chested, smooth, and athletic. He had a silver chain around his neck with a tag attached. As Jacob approached the area near the couch, another man emerged from one of the side doors. He looked younger, maybe 19, and was fastening his pants as he walked out, so Jacob assumed he was coming from the bathroom. As he scanned the room, he saw some cards on the round table and about half a dozen empty beer bottles.

"Sorry guys, it looks like you were having a party. We hate to invade." Jacob said, attempting to sound cordial.

"Ah, don't sweat it! My name's Sylas. The one over at the kitchen counter is Jeffrey. And that piece of work over there is our boy Casey." He said, introducing everyone. Casey was shorter than Jacob, about the same height as Christian. He was wearing sweatpants and a black tank top.

"Nice to meet you guys!" Christian said from behind Jacob as he raised his arm in greeting. When he stepped forward, all the men glanced at him. There was a brief silence. "I'm Christian, and this is Jacob." He stated. The young man at the kitchen counter gazed at Jacob intensely.

"Nice to meet you, Christian!" Sylas uttered with a lively tone as he boosted his arms.

He approached Christian, enveloped his left tattooed muscular arm around him, and dragged him away from Jacob, who stood awkwardly near the entrance.

"C'mon boys, take your jackets off, and make yourselves comfortable. We'll be stuck together here for at least six hours, so we might as well have some fun. Jeff, get our boys some cold ones to get started!" He requested. Jeff turned around and opened the fridge, pulling two cans out. He threw one at Christian, who caught it swiftly with one hand. "Nice catch, boy!" Sylas congratulated. "We got a catcher here!" He quipped.

"Actually, I used to be a pitcher." Christian replied, smiling and taking off his jacket, which Casey snatched from his hands.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that." Sylas muttered to Christian as he nabbed his large tattooed arm around him. Christian found the comment odd but brushed it off by opening the can and chugging it down.

Jacob took his coat and placed it on a hanger to his right. When he turned, he noticed Jeffrey peeking at him from the kitchen. Jeffrey raised his arm and threw a beer can at Jacob, who caught it mid-air. Jacob looked at the can and felt a cold shiver. Something was off, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Jacob walked to the couch near the fireplace and sat down, moving his shoulders in circular moves trying to relax. As he looked over the room into the back, Christian was still under Sylas' arm grip.

"So, what brought you here?" Sylas questioned. Jacob raised his head and tried to get Christian's attention, but he was facing away. He wanted to advise Christian not to say too much, but it was too late.

"Me and Jacob came here to unwind before my big day. Getting married next week!" Christian revealed enthusiastically.

"You don't say? Well, congrats, boy! That calls for a celebration!" Sylas hollered as he signaled to Jeffrey with the hand resting on Christian's back. Jeffrey went around the kitchen counter and returned, carrying a bottle of champagne that he handed to Sylas. "Here, my boy, this is yours. Our wedding gift to you!" He said in an almost paternal manner. Then he looked at Christian, letting go of him, walked to the pool table, turned around, and leaned his muscular ass on it, facing Christian. "In fact, I have an idea. Me and my boys are throwing you a bachelor party! What do you say?" He suggested enthusiastically.

"Thanks, man! I really need to unwind." Christian said, popping the champagne bottle open, taking two large sips, and giving the bottle over to Casey.

"I bet you do. Don't you worry...It's going to be a ride!" Sylas revealed.

Jacob nervously observed as Sylas gazed at Christian, who seemed oblivious to the strange nature of the situation, while Casey circled Christian like a shark.

"Your friend doesn't talk much, does he?" Sylas commented, tilting his body to the side to catch a glimpse of Jacob sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch.

"What's your name again?" He questioned.

"Jacob." He replied. And as he did, he felt for the first time a sense of dread. Something was off. And by now, it was too late for them to leave without raising suspicion.

"Jacob, come here, don't be shy." Sylas invited from across the room.

Jacob got up reluctantly and went over to the rest of the group. As he stood, his height caught the others' attention.

"Fuck, you're a tall lad!" Sylas remarked. "How about a game of cards, boys?" He suggested, walking over to the round table next to the pool table.

"Sure, I'm in." Jacob said.

"Sure!" Christian approved.

Jeffrey and Casey went around them and sat on the table in a triangle, leaving two chairs available between them. Jacob glanced at Christian, but he seemed keen on avoiding his looks. Jacob decided to try and relax. If they had ill intentions, they would have done something by now. They were in the middle of nowhere, so there was no point in thinking the worst. He sat down and took charge by splitting the deck and serving the cards. The night went on, and the mood became less restrained. They were laughing, cracking jokes, drinking beer, champagne, and whisky. After a couple of hours, they were pretty drunk, and things were getting blurred for Christian, who had way more than Jacob. Jacob had won three games in a row, so they decided to stop.

"Fuck, Jacob, you win again!" Sylas shouted, tossing his deck on the table. "I'm bored." He stated as he took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes scanning the table as he took the glass to his mouth. "I think it's time for another kind of game." He declared, placing the glass gently on the table. Jacob looked over to Casey, who was grinning.

"Finally." Jeffrey mumbled almost inaudibly.

The way he said it sent chills down Jacob's spine. Christian seemed distracted as he talked to Casey. They discussed sports and gym routines during the evening and hit it off.

"It's time for a game of Truth or Dare." Sylas announced. "Get the glasses." He said, looking at Jeffrey connivingly.

Casey and Christian were laughing, and the boy would drop his head on Christian's shoulder and grab onto his muscular, smooth arm, stroking it discretely. Jacob was becoming increasingly unsettled by it, even more so because Christian didn't seem to mind. Then, finally, Jeffrey arrived with five shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

"Ok, boys, you know the rules. Truth means you answer a question. Dare means you do whatever the fuck we say. If the person goes through with the dare, we all drink. No cheating." Sylas clarified as he distributed the glasses around the table. "We'll start with the easy stuff first. Jeffrey?" He said, signaling Jeff, who leaned forward and poured the first round of shots.

Jacob couldn't help but notice Jeffrey's firm ass and that he wore camouflage-style pants, similar to Sylas'.

"So, Christian, truth or dare?" Sylas asked.

"Truth." Christian replied as he giggled about something Casey had just whispered in his ear. Jacob rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure you wanna get married?" Sylas questioned. Jeffrey let loose a soft chuckle. Casey leaned on the table, showing eagerness to hear the response.

"No." Christian answered and broke out laughing. Jacob could see he was pretty drunk by now.

"I like you, boy." Sylas said, smacking his hand on the table. "The kid knows how to play the fucking game! Drink up!" He stated, chugging the tequila down. The others followed suit.

They played for over half an hour, mostly choosing truth over daring. All types of questions were coming up, and despite Jacob's initial reservations about the gang, they seemed eager to answer, talking about how they met. Sylas and Jeffrey talked about their time in the military, how they met during their travels across the country, and how they ended up coming to the cabin at least once a year to spend time together and vent about the burdens of daily life. As Jacob heard them talk, he couldn't help but recognize how similar their relationship was to his and Christian's. And as he did, he began to relax and unwind. They continued the party, the music played, and the questions kept coming. Christian was laughing and having a blast, and Jacob gathered that this was the best he could offer him before sending his friend off to live his own life.

"You're a riot, Christian. We need a nickname for you. What do you think, Jeffrey?" He asked, darting at his friend across the table. Jeffrey started moving his hands, hand signaling something to Sylas. "Angel face...? Well, he's pretty damn cute with those curly blondes..." He noted.

Jacob was stunned. He looked at Sylas, but his eyes were on Christian, making him feel conflicted and exhilarated. The comment seemed inappropriate, and yet, Jacob felt his groin tingle. Maybe he just had too much to drink.

Shit, I wish I had a stripper for you, Angel Face." Sylas said, pausing momentarily. "But I have the next best thing. Truth or Dare, Casey?" He asked as he pointed his finger at the boy.

"Fucking dare!" Casey uttered, sticking his tongue out cheekily.

"Give him a lap dance." Sylas hailed.

"Wait, what?" Christian questioned, stunned. "I don't know about this..." He continued, his voice now navigating a certain awkwardness.

"It's just fun and games, dude." Casey said as he chugged a shot. "Afraid you might like it?" He taunted.

"Fuck no." Christian reacted promptly.

Casey got up, went to one of the phones, and perused a Spotify list for a song. He clicked, and as he put down the phone, he began moving his hips slowly, from side to side. Finally, he turned around and walked to the table, moving his body sensually. His jock build became even more pronounced as his motions made the fabric on his clothes stretch. The music would escort his pelvis forward, and Jacob started noticing his groin becoming more enunciated. His dick was getting stiff, and so was Casey's. He couldn't believe it when he glanced at Christian, and he was grinning and scraping his head. He seemed uncomfortable yet fascinated at the same time. As Casey's dancing reached the table, Sylas put his large boot on its base and pushed it sideways, sliding it over the floor away from the chairs where they sat.

"This deserves our full attention." Sylas uttered as his voice became more profound and poignant. Jacob quickly took his hands over his crotch, trying to conceal his boner. Sylas looked at him and chuckled. As Casey entered the circle of men, Sylas rose, grabbed his chair, and went over to Jacob, sitting behind him. He rang his muscular arm around Jacob's neck and took his mouth near his ear. "Looks like you're enjoying the show, Jacob." He teased. Jacob didn't reply. He didn't know what to say. "It's ok. We're all men here." He whispered as Jacob felt the warmness of his tequila breath on his neck. The hairs on the back of his head prickled.

Casey was now in front of Christian and continued to dance, moving his body like a viper, radiating a mesmerizing sensuality. Finally, he dropped on Christian and positioned his hands on his hips. Then slowly pulled his legs apart. As he did, Christian chuckled, but his laugh wasn't constrained anymore. He was slowly but surely becoming transfixed by the boy's dancing.

"Angel Face, you lucky bastard. Casey seems to like you!" Sylas expressed.

Casey brought his hands near his waist, grabbed the edges of his tank top, and pulled it over his head, exposing his beautifully smooth, chiseled chest. As he did, Jacob could see a chain tag around his neck. As the boy moved his hips to the music's pace, his muscles uncovered themselves with breathtaking detail. He turned around and placed his ass on Christian's crotch, beaming. He began to hone Christian's caged dick with his bubble butt, dropping all his body weight over him. His naked back was now over Christian's chest, and his head nestled on his shoulder as he continued to grind his hips further down Christian's pelvis, his smirk becoming as engorged as the cock he was teasing.

"Fuck dude..." Christian soughed, his breath now more thrilled.

There was complete silence in the room. The only thing heard was the music, Casey's body rubbing Christian's, and their breathing. Casey continued to grind Christian's shaft, which was now pushing through his pants, clamoring to escape. The boy drove his body upwards and nestled his head further into Christian's neck, his soft lips now caressing him. He slowly started licking it, grazing his tongue over his skin and sucking on it with his plump lips. Christian had his eyes closed, and his hands were holding the chair by the sides, yet his neck was less prude as Casey's kissing seemed to entice it to follow the boy's mouth whenever it would pull away. As Casey's hip motions became more passionate, so did his making out with Christian's neck. And suddenly, Christian's hands and arms unshackled themselves from the chair and grabbed Casey's hips. At first, they seemed skeptical, struggling to keep up with Casey's vigorous moves. But soon, they began pressing on the boy's skin and skating around, parting ways as they veered inwards. His left hand started caressing Cassey's six-pack, and his right nestled on the boy's smooth pecs. Christian's finger accidentally grazed Casey's nipple, and the boy released a soft but audible moan.

Jacob couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could Christian go this far after his speech to him earlier that day? He felt crossed, offended even, yet he couldn't shake off the extreme boner he was sporting under his pants. While he was internally managing his conflicting feelings, still engaged in what was happening, he felt a warm gust coming from behind him again.

"Don't worry, Jacob. Casey is taking good care of your friend. We all are." Sylas' voice taunted.

Casey was now bringing his hands to meet Christian's as he brushed and squeezed on the boy's soft, smooth skin. Jeffrey glanced at Sylas, who nodded to Jeffrey with his head, got up, stood in front of Casey, clasped his sweatpants by the waist, and pulled them off in one move, making the boy's legs rise in the air. Casey was left stripped with only a white jockstrap on him. His dick was hard, unbendable, and his smooth, peachy glutes skimmed Christian's erection. Casey had a beautiful body, broad thighs, and blond fuzzed legs. Jacob looked at Christian, expecting him to react and pull away, but to his surprise, Christian had his eyes flared and was propelling his pelvis forward, cramming his caged cock between Casey's cozy glutes.

"Dude, you're making my dick so hard..." Christian blurted between heavy breaths.

"Now we're talking!" Sylas clamored with excitement.

Casey turned his head away from Christian, smiled at Sylas' comment, and turned back to face Christian, who was now gazing at him intensely. Their faces were practically touching, their breaths now coating each other. Casey took his tongue out and gently licked Christian's lips, now slightly opened. He then went for a kiss. But Christian pulled back. Jacob's body immediately propelled forward in his chair, but Sylas put his large hand on his shoulder and tugged him back.

"Just wait." He said faintly, trying not to draw attention. "Watch." He urged.

Casey raised his hand, grasped Christian's neck, and drew him closer. Christian resisted, trying to pull away.

"Dude...don't." He argued.

"It's ok." Casey moaned as he beamed at Christian. They looked at each other, momentarily lost in their own private world. Christian plunged his head forward just as Casey opened his mouth to receive him, and they locked lips, tongues interlacing together. Their kiss was passionate, lustful, and vigorous. Christian's right hand came up from Casey's stomach and landed on his chin, grabbing it, turning it, and pulling it closer to his lips. They didn't break contact once. Their lips sucked eagerly, and their tongues exchanged fluids as they tasted each other relentlessly. All you could hear were Casey's moans, accompanied by Christian's grunts and hefty breathing.

"Isn't it beautiful, Jacob?" Sylas said, his voice now neutral and appealing. "When two men surrender to their most primal nature." He sounded.

But Jacob's conflict was overpowering the beauty of that moment. He felt betrayed. Distraught. His best friend had pushed him away for trying to kiss him just hours before and was now with his tongue inside another man's throat. And yet, he couldn't deny the euphoria and rapture of seeing him dominate Casey like that. He dropped his head, feeling conquered. As he looked down, his crotch was massive. He took his hand and grasped it, rubbing as his eyes watered. He raised his head again to find that Jeffrey and Sylas were also massaging their shafts over their pants. But none of them pulled them out. And suddenly, Jacob realized. They were edging themselves. Their orgasm wasn't the focus. Christian and Casey were. They were worshiping their sexual connection. So Jacob surrendered to the moment, kept his hand over his hard dick, trying to hold his hunger at bay.

Casey unlocked his mouth from Christian, who pursued him with his own. The boy turned around, kneeled before Christian, unzipped his pants, and pulled them out. He left Christian's boxers on and saddled him. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, tossing it to the side. Christian was now naked, only his underwear covering the massive boner underneath. You could see the outline of his perfect 8-inch dick. Casey wrapped his arms around Christian's neck and brought him closer again. Christian's hands grabbed the boy's head, and he slid his tongue back into his mouth. Casey's moaning became more high-pitched, almost feminine. He started grinding Christian's cock with his ass, dry-humping him. Christian pulled away.

"Mother fucker, you're soaking my..." Christian rasped as he chuckled.

Casey seemed eager to please Christian, and his submissiveness turned Christian's initial softness into rough energy. They were now feeding off each other's sexual demands in a flawlessly balanced dance of desire. Christian's lips went for Casey's nipples, and he started nibbling and licking them ravenously. The boy arched his head back, pulling Christian's head closer with his arms.

"Your skin is so soft..." Christian stated. He seemed lost in Casey's body and his discovery of it. "You taste so good..." He continued as he sucked on the boy's pecs. "Stop teasing my dick, or else I'll cum." He declared.

Casey understood Christian's plea and stopped grinding his ass on his dick. He tore away, kneeled between his legs, pulled Christian's boxers to the floor, and dragged them off. Christian's dick catapulted and slapped his stomach, spilling precum on Casey's face, chest, and head. With furious hunger, the boy pulled Christian's foreskin back and swallowed his dick whole. In one go, all of Christian's 8 inches were inside his mouth, and he was rocking his head, sucking it, and slabbering over it. Christian snapped his head back, hands over his face in complete pleasurable shock.

"For fucks sake, dude!" Christian grunted. Then after a brief silence, he let out a weird sound, like an animal howl. He brought his face back up to look at Casey as he bobbed his head on his cock. He marveled at Casey's stamina and couldn't fathom how the boy's tongue could feel so good on his cock. It seemed to be everywhere at once, and the warm embrace of his mouth was driving his groin to burst quick shots of adrenaline to his stomach and chest, leaking precum. He never felt anything even remotely close to it. He started to feel his skin burn. Something was taking over him. A rebellious power that propelled his hands and pelvis to act. He took hold of the boy's head and started pushing his dick inside his mouth. As he did, Casey's grip on his cock became even tighter. It was like a warm pussy, but better. Christian's eyes began to roll back as his thrusting speed increased. The slurping sounds were now echoing around the room. Casey's moans were becoming whimpers as he desperately implored for Christian's dominance. Suddenly Christian halted. He pulled Casey's head away from his dick, dragged the boy closer, and kissed him passionately. The boy smiled inside his mouth.

"Come here." Christian instructed, towing Casey up with his arms and grabbing his legs, which the boy wrapped around his waist. "I wanna fuck your ass." He proclaimed as he took the boy in his arms toward the pool table.

He gently placed Casey on his back, pushing the scattered balls away with his arm. He immediately started rubbing the tip of his cock over the boy's sphincter. It felt soft and damp. He grabbed his shaft and drove inside. He wailed with pleasure, closing his eyes to savor every bit of that feeling. Casey brought his arms around Christian's waist and grabbed his asscheeks, instructing him to push inside. Christian opened his eyes and gazed at the boy. Casey seemed so eager, so blissful, and delighted. Christian dropped his body over the boy and bussed him again. He came up and began to push inside, slower at first. After a few thrusts, Christian dove into his lust, pummelling Casey's hole with such brutal force that the boy's cheeks would jiggle and bounce as the slapping wet sounds spread over the room, mutating into a beautiful tune of sexual euphoria.

"I'm gonna cum..." Christian announced as he panted, his body dripping in sweat.

"Cum in my ass. Please." Casey begged.

From within Christian, a primal scream erupted, and from his pulsing cock, came shot after shot of thick, white batter, unloading inside Casey, filling his crevice. The boy moaned and grinned as he felt Christian's seed enter him. At that moment, both men became foreigners to the outside world. Christian collapsed over Casey, twitching his pelvis and dick, still pumping inside the boy.

"You're still hard." The boy noted. Christian giggled as he panted from the exertion. "Don't pull out." He proposed. Christian looked at him, surprised yet curious. "Take me to the bed. I want more." The boy ordered, beaming and pulling Christian closer, embracing him.

Christian grabbed Casey and carried the boy inside one of the rooms. They both fell on the bed, drained, Christian's dick still inside Casey's hole.

"Fuck dude, I can't get enough of this ass!" He hollered as he spread Casey's legs and started lunging his hips, his muscular ass bouncing up and down, his 8-inch shaft slamming on the boy's now loose hole.

From the living room, Jacob watched, stunned and distraught. His pants soaked with precum. And his face drenched in tears. As he stared into that room, watching his best friend give another man what he wished for himself, Jacob finally realized. Christian had left him behind in that forest clearing just hours earlier. And their friendship would never be the same after this. As he brooded, he felt a strong hand touch his shoulder.

"We have a code here, Jacob. Nobody gets left behind in this house." Sylas said with a gentleness Jacob hadn't heard from him yet. He circled him, placed a chain similar to the one he wore around Jacob's neck, put his hand over the tag, and pressed it over Jacob's heart.

"Why do I feel like I have?" Jacob questioned, tearful.

"Trust me when I tell you, boy...we're just getting started." He stated, then walked over to Jeffrey.

Jacob looked down at the tag, turned it around, and read the inscription.

"MEN OF HONOR"