say no. But it just so happens that today he prepped for sex on the off chance that Peter might want to fuck him. It's kind of his new normal. A month ago his idea of hygiene would consist of a hasty tooth brushing and remembering to wear deodorant. Now he's on a freaking bathroom schedule and his showers have gotten long and incredibly thorough.
Left with no excuse other than completely punking out, Alex sighs. "Fine."
"Yes!" Cory does a little dance that's almost as cute as Peter's was. Her combat boots slap against the tile. "Fuck yeah!"
Alex looks at the machine again in defeat, and doesn't see it coming when Peter pulls him into a kiss.
"Ew, you guys," Cory says. "It is not smoochy time. It is fuckmachine time."
But Peter doesn't stop. He kisses Alex like they're all alone, running his hands up his back, pushing his hips at him. He opens his mouth and Alex returns the kiss deeply, even when Peter's glasses dig at his face.
"You're sexy," Peter says.
Alex believes him, because Peter's rock-hard against his body. Which is a lot more than Alex can say for his highly intimidated penis. Committing to getting jack-hammered got rid of his erection in a hurry.
Cory opens one of the cabinet doors and gets out a plastic bin full of colorful dildos. She sets it down on the black table and starts rifling through them. "The machine needs a name."
"Please pick a not-huge dildo," Alex says.
"That name sucks." Cory holds up a purple one and a green one, eyeballing the sizes. "Try again."
"Ass Slayer," Peter says. "Or how about... Butt Buzzer."
"Jesus, you're an English major?" Alex asks, breaking out of Peter's hold to watch Cory attach the bright green dildo to the metal thing at the end of the fuckmachine's long pole. "Those are terrible."
"Oh yeah? What's your brilliant name?" Peter asks, smacking Alex's ass.
"Cory needs to name it. She loves it the most."
Cory looks up with a bright smile. She's wearing sparkles around her eyes again, and they gleam as the lines around her eyes crinkle with excitement. "Assinator 3000."
"I was... thinking a lady name, like a ship." Alex laughs. "But Assinator 3000 does seem fitting."
He watches as Cory wastes no time sliding a clear condom over the green dildo. Then she digs around in the cabinet and emerges with a big plastic container of lube and some surgical gloves.
Alex's dick attempts to crawl back inside of his body. "Maybe this is a terrible idea."
"Nah." Peter palms his ass. "Get naked and I'll make it a really good idea for you."
Unable to argue with that, Alex shucks his clothes. It's still weird getting undressed in front of Cory, but since she's touched his butthole he figures he might as well get over it. And she never looks at him in a way that makes him uncomfortable. So that's nice.
Peter pats the black exam table. In a tight white shirt and skinny jeans, he doesn't look like a doctor. At all. But it still sends a weird thrill through Alex. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he's always liked being examined. All the light, exploring touches give him shivers. Usually they don't give his dick shivers, but this time, his dick twitches promisingly and grows heavier against his thigh.
"Just rest back." Peter adjusts the table so it has a very slight incline. He flips out a pair of weird foot rests and guides Alex to stick his feet in them. They're covered with those purple and gold bags that Crown Royal bottles come in. Peter catches Alex staring at them. "It's to keep the metal from feeling cold on your bare feet," he says, grinning.
Cory wheels the tripod over and starts fussing with the camera. She leans over the table, handing Peter a small digital camcorder. "Don't get bodily fluids on it, please."
Alex looks up at Peter. He feels really vulnerable like this with his feet in the footrests. Even though his knees are still pressed together because he's not quite ready to show Assinator 3000 where to hammer home.
"Hey," Peter says softly, touching his face. "You
Left with no excuse other than completely punking out, Alex sighs. "Fine."
"Yes!" Cory does a little dance that's almost as cute as Peter's was. Her combat boots slap against the tile. "Fuck yeah!"
Alex looks at the machine again in defeat, and doesn't see it coming when Peter pulls him into a kiss.
"Ew, you guys," Cory says. "It is not smoochy time. It is fuckmachine time."
But Peter doesn't stop. He kisses Alex like they're all alone, running his hands up his back, pushing his hips at him. He opens his mouth and Alex returns the kiss deeply, even when Peter's glasses dig at his face.
"You're sexy," Peter says.
Alex believes him, because Peter's rock-hard against his body. Which is a lot more than Alex can say for his highly intimidated penis. Committing to getting jack-hammered got rid of his erection in a hurry.
Cory opens one of the cabinet doors and gets out a plastic bin full of colorful dildos. She sets it down on the black table and starts rifling through them. "The machine needs a name."
"Please pick a not-huge dildo," Alex says.
"That name sucks." Cory holds up a purple one and a green one, eyeballing the sizes. "Try again."
"Ass Slayer," Peter says. "Or how about... Butt Buzzer."
"Jesus, you're an English major?" Alex asks, breaking out of Peter's hold to watch Cory attach the bright green dildo to the metal thing at the end of the fuckmachine's long pole. "Those are terrible."
"Oh yeah? What's your brilliant name?" Peter asks, smacking Alex's ass.
"Cory needs to name it. She loves it the most."
Cory looks up with a bright smile. She's wearing sparkles around her eyes again, and they gleam as the lines around her eyes crinkle with excitement. "Assinator 3000."
"I was... thinking a lady name, like a ship." Alex laughs. "But Assinator 3000 does seem fitting."
He watches as Cory wastes no time sliding a clear condom over the green dildo. Then she digs around in the cabinet and emerges with a big plastic container of lube and some surgical gloves.
Alex's dick attempts to crawl back inside of his body. "Maybe this is a terrible idea."
"Nah." Peter palms his ass. "Get naked and I'll make it a really good idea for you."
Unable to argue with that, Alex shucks his clothes. It's still weird getting undressed in front of Cory, but since she's touched his butthole he figures he might as well get over it. And she never looks at him in a way that makes him uncomfortable. So that's nice.
Peter pats the black exam table. In a tight white shirt and skinny jeans, he doesn't look like a doctor. At all. But it still sends a weird thrill through Alex. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he's always liked being examined. All the light, exploring touches give him shivers. Usually they don't give his dick shivers, but this time, his dick twitches promisingly and grows heavier against his thigh.
"Just rest back." Peter adjusts the table so it has a very slight incline. He flips out a pair of weird foot rests and guides Alex to stick his feet in them. They're covered with those purple and gold bags that Crown Royal bottles come in. Peter catches Alex staring at them. "It's to keep the metal from feeling cold on your bare feet," he says, grinning.
Cory wheels the tripod over and starts fussing with the camera. She leans over the table, handing Peter a small digital camcorder. "Don't get bodily fluids on it, please."
Alex looks up at Peter. He feels really vulnerable like this with his feet in the footrests. Even though his knees are still pressed together because he's not quite ready to show Assinator 3000 where to hammer home.
"Hey," Peter says softly, touching his face. "You
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