Eric and Adam - Part 2 and 3: Uncharted Territory and The Club

 Part One: Best Friends

Part Two: Uncharted Territory

Eric sits there, feeling lost and confused. He wants to pound at Adam's door and demand answers, but he also knows he should probably give Adam some space. While he is concerned for his friend, Eric can't help but feel a twinge of anger at Adam leaving him high and dry. Was it something he said? Did he push too hard? He tries to calm himself down, taking deep breaths, but it doesn't help. Was he just not good enough for Adam?

 

He rocks back and forth as a barrage of thoughts assault his mind. How dare Adam leave him here alone after kissing him back. He stands up and paces around the room as he tries to calm himself down again. He needs to give Adam some time, but he feels abandoned. He had let himself hope that they could be something more, what a stupid decision. He walks to Adam's door and knocks twice, hoping to hear his friend's voice from the other side, but he gets no reply. He almost begins to pound on the door in his frustration but stops himself. Instead, stalks back to his own room and slams the door. 

 

Eric drops face down on his bed as anger and confusion courses through him. What the hell even happened there? Was he really dumb enough to believe that someone like Adam would be into his scrawny ass? He tosses and turns, unable to find a comfortable position as sleep eludes him completely. 

 

As the night wears on, his mind replays the events from earlier, trying to make sense of it all. Why had Adam not tried to stop him? Or had he tried and gotten ignored by Eric? He goes down the spiral as he stares at the ceiling. When he picks up his phone to distract himself, he finds that he can't focus on anything else. Eric gives up on the tactic after about an hour, he throws his phone on the bed with a sigh and yells into a pillow.

 

Even though his emotions are in complete turmoil right now, the memory of having his muscular roommate by the balls is crystal clear in his head. Eric sits up, feeling the warmth spreading in his groin, his dick starting to chub up again. Annoyed at his own body, he decides that the best way to deal with it is to get the release that he was denied when Adam decided to bolt.

 

Eric reaches into his shorts and takes out his semi-hard dick, starting to stroke it slowly, reliving their wrestling match in his head. He remembers how Adam's strong and solid body had seemed utterly helpless when Eric had punted his dangling package from behind. How the heavy orbs deformed as Eric had punched them from below. And then there was that moment when Eric had his hand wrapped around Adam's manhood, a promise to get him back for when he'd flattened Eric's own package. It all comes rushing back to him as his hand moves faster on his rock hard dick.

 

His fingers slide up and down his shaft, the pink head dripping clear fluid as he nears the edge. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, remembering Adam's reactions to each tug, the way his lips had quivered against Eric's. It's almost as if Adam is there with him, calling his name in his deep and husky voice. The memory is so vivid that Eric can feel the adrenaline course through his body, his muscles tensing up in anticipation of release. 

 

That's when he hears the knock on his door. Had Adam actually called his name while Eric was lost in his ecstasy? "Eric… Hey, Eric?" He hears Adam's hesitant voice again. Eric's body jerks as he's brought back to reality, his hand still on his throbbing dick. He wipes his mouth and panics, he can't talk to Adam like this. He won't be able to face Adam right now without pouncing on him, and he's sure that's the last thing they need right now. So Eric stays quiet, hoping that his friend won't open the door.

 

Adam had spent the past few hours in pain, both emotional and physical. He didn't understand how an innocent playfight had ended with him being humiliated and milked by his best friend. It had left him extremely confused, and anxiety had taken over his body, forcing him to rush back into his room. 

 

He hadn't dared to leave his room for a good half hour after Eric had knocked on his door and left. Adam wanted to hide in his room forever, but the pain in his nutsack had finally made him brave the trip to the fridge to get a pack of frozen peas. He’d quickly brought it back to his room to think through things as the sweet feeling of numbness spread through his aching plums.

 

It was obvious that he had overreacted. He shouldn't have panicked and run away like that. He should have talked to Eric about what had happened, and what he felt. But the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he got. How could Adam admit that he’d liked it when Eric had kicked him in the balls? How he'd wanted that slender foot to turn his trunk-like thighs to jelly? How could he explain to Eric that he had enjoyed being utterly dominated when they'd fought? 

 

He couldn't, because if he did, Eric would leave. And that was when the tears had started flowing down his cheeks. He was a freak, and he was sure that Eric would tell him so if they ever talked again. He cursed himself for being this way as he went down his own spiral, the pain in his nuts slowly replaced by something far deeper. 

 

It took a while for him to compose himself again, and he got up around an hour later to fetch a new ice pack. He was headed straight back to his room when he heard the moaning. It was Eric, moaning in pleasure? His mind started churning again, and he didn't even realize that he'd changed directions till he was right outside Eric's room. 

 

Adam felt the rhythmic noises and Eric's moans go silent the moment he knocked on the door. Fortunately, he'd managed to call out for Eric twice before words left him entirely. He holds his breath now, as he waits for Eric to respond. But he hears nothing. Tears threaten to well up in his eyes as he turns away from the door and walks back to his room, clutching the ice pack in his hand.

 

He sits down on his armchair, legs spread wide, the new ice pack pressed against his swollen balls now clad in a fresh pair of white trunks. His head feels like it's about to explode as he stares out the window, thoughts pulsing in his head as true as the pain in his abdomen. The silence only strengthened his suspicions, he'd fucked up real bad, and now Eric hates him.

 

Why else would Eric not reply to him, after all they'd done just a few hours ago? Maybe he is just done with Adam, which would be a valid response to Adam leaving him so abruptly. Adam doesn't want to think about the fact that he had hurt Eric too, but the knowledge taunts him now. He takes a deep breath, realizing that he should just leave Eric alone, since he's made it clear that he doesn't want to talk. So Adam sits there for the night, thoughts and pain keeping sleep at bay. It's only when the sky starts to lighten up that he switches out his ice pack for the frozen peas again and finally dozes off in his chair.

 

A few hours pass before Eric wakes up, the sun shining in his eyes. He had quickly dealt with his erection after he was sure that Adam had left. Luckily, before his thoughts could've taken over again, post-nut bliss had pulled him into deep sleep. And it seems like he had forgotten to close the curtains. "Way to go Eric." He mumbles to himself, sitting up in his bed. His head hurts, his body is sore from the wrestling, but the ache in his nuts has almost gone away. His hand cups his bulge on instinct, but the memory of getting his boys squished by Adam's fist is quickly pushed to the side by his grumbling stomach. He had forgotten to eat dinner the previous night, no wonder he feels like shit.

 

Eric gets out of bed, wearing only a pair of snug blue briefs, his cum-stained clothes discarded in a pile on the ground. He walks over to his door and cracks it open to peep into the hallway. Eric sighs in relief when he sees that there is no one in the living room and Adam's door is still closed. He doesn't want to meet Adam right now, as his mood is too sour already. So he closes the door and picks up his phone, ordering some food to be delivered. He types in extra instructions to not ring the doorbell, just to make sure he can get his food back to his room unnoticed.

 

He scrolls on his phone as he waits for the delivery, putting on his discarded shirt to keep the morning cold at bay. Unfortunately, Eric's sneaky plan goes south when the food arrives and he finds out that the restaurant got his order wrong. He is trying to send the guy away with a choice selection of profanities, when Adam walks out of his room.

 

"Hey Eric, you alright?" Adam asks in confusion, rubbing his puffy eyes. Eric glares at him before turning back to the delivery guy. "I better not see your face here again!" Eric hisses as he slams the door shut. "Who was that?" Adam asks again. Eric turns around, but before he can tell Adam to piss off, his eyes drop to Adam's crotch and almost pop out of their sockets. "Did you… have an accident?" He blurts out, staring at the soaked pair of white trunks clinging to Adam's manhood, translucent enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

 

Adam glances down, blushing bright red as he realizes that the condensation from the frozen peas ended up soaking his underwear completely. His hands move to cover his obscenely bulging package, and he curses under his breath. "No! No, I didn't. It's just..." But Eric cuts in before Adam can explain, the morning's events not helping his sour mood at all.

 

"Oh no my bad, I forgot that you would rather run away and ignore me than talk.” Eric snaps, his voice sharp. Adam flinches at the harsh words as Eric continues his rant. “Off you go, have fun hiding in your room instead of sorting things out like an actual adult!” This lights a fire inside Adam, he won't let Eric get on the high horse when he's no better.

 

“And what about the part where you turned silent right after I knocked on your door, huh?” Adam retorts, anger and hurt mixing in his voice. Eric's face turns red, he'd thought Adam hadn't heard him last night. “What were you even doing Eric? Why were you hiding?" Adam continues, his voice getting louder. Eric is taken aback by the sudden outburst, and he takes a step away from Adam. "That's none of your business." He states coldly, turning defensive in a split second.

 

Adam is momentarily jarred by the shift in Eric's tone, but then he notices the stains on Eric's shirt. Pieces start to click in his head, the moaning, the stains, and the guy that Eric was trying to smuggle out of the apartment. Of course Eric had gone silent, because he wasn't alone. A fresh wave of jealousy rips through Adam.

 

"What the fuck were you thinking, Eric?!" Adam demands, taking a step closer to Eric. "I was anxious and alone in my room, dealing with the pain you'd inflicted on me, and you were doing that?!" He doesn't realize that he's yelling.

 

Eric struggles to hide his discomfort with the outburst, this is why he didn't want Adam to know that he was pleasuring himself while Adam was hurting. But it doesn't take long for the embarrassment to turn into indignation, Eric shoulders past Adam to get some space and whirls on him. "You don't get to judge what I do after clearly showing me that I'm not good enough for you!" Eric screams the words, wielding them like a sword.

 

Adam flinches at the words, feeling the sting of betrayal and hurt. "I never said that," he says, taking a step back. All he has known about Eric now seems like a lie. "And before even talking to me about it, you decided to spread your legs for the first guy that wanted to fuck you." Adam finally says out loud, his voice dripping with condescension.

 

"What do you mean?" Eric demands, confused and angry. "I didn't fuck anyone, I-" Eric cuts off as he realises what Adam is accusing him of. "You think I fucked someone else to get back at you?" Eric whispers, his eyes blazing. "You think I was just trying to make you jealous?"

 

“I just think you're a fucking slut.” Adam bites back.

 

The air crackles with tension once again, as Eric stares at Adam in disbelief, tears in his eyes and hurt written all across his face. And then Eric's expression twists, his eyes narrowing into a furious glare as he stalks towards Adam.

 

"I'll show you what I fucking am." Eric snarls, his hand whipping into motion, delivering a vicious slap across Adam's cheek. Adam brings up hand to cup his face in shock. 

 

Before Adam can say anything, Eric grabs onto his shoulders and his knee flies up between Adam's legs. There's a sickening splat as Eric's bony knee crushes Adam's wet white bulge, and Adam tries to double over in agony. "I’m not a fucking slut!" Eric shouts, his voice hoarse with anger.

 

He pulls back, and before Adam can even catch his breath, Eric's knee flattens his balls into pancakes again. He watches Adam's face contort in agony as his knee grinds his fat nuts into his pelvis. 

 

Adam feels like he is watching himself get beat up from afar, the agony in his already bruised balls too much to comprehend. He comes back to reality when the pressure on his balls eases up and promptly falls to his stomach, hands cupping his balls. His knuckles bruise at the impact but he doesn't feel it. He is almost paralyzed by the shocking turn of events.

 

He’s prone as he watches Eric walk around him, out of sight. Adam feels his balls try and go back up into his body as Eric leaves his view. Through the daze of agony, Adam starts to make some connections and realizes that he might still be in danger. 

 

His lips open in a plead, but it’s soundless as nothing comes out. Adam cringes and croaks, trying to get Eric’s attention but Eric kicks the inside of Adam’s powerful thigh hard. He then rears back and swings his foot hard towards Adam’s weakly held package, slamming Adam’s fingers into his own balls. Adam’s meaty, swollen, and now bruised balls are squished between his fingers and pelvis, sending shockwaves through his powerful body. 

 

Adam finally finds his voice, howling in agony as the pain skyrockets and his eyes clench shut. The pain sickens him and forces him into a curl, unable to move. He holds himself in the fetal position, fighting back tears that inevitably roll down his cheeks. 

 

Eric squats beside him, viciously angry, but also emotionally wounded. Through his teeth, he hisses with contempt. 

 

“To think that I ever wanted you. Fucking asshole.” 

 

Eric can’t really see Adam beneath him through his teary eyes, but tenses his hand as he holds onto Adam’s side. He isn't sure if he sees Adam looking up at him, but he closes his eyes, tries to pull himself together and stands up. He walks angrily to the fridge, throws a fresh icepack at Adam, then storms back to his room and slams the door behind him.

 

Eric is livid, the feeling of betrayal roils inside him as he paces in his room. How dare Adam call him a slut? Eric had spent the entire night worrying about his friend, and Adam had returned the favor with his disgusting accusations. He stumbles towards the bed and starts repeatedly swatting a pillow against the wall in his frustration. He can still hear Adam's painful moans from the living room, the pitiful sound in sharp contrast with his tone when he'd broken Eric's trust just a few minutes ago. He knows he shouldn't have hit Adam like that, but it had felt so right to make Adam experience just how much pain he was in.

 

It doesn't feel so right anymore. As time passes, he hears Adam shuffle around in the living room, making pained noises every few minutes. The sounds chip away at Eric's anger, slowly replacing it with a deep sense of guilt and shame. He stares up at the ceiling and covers his ears, trying to stop the pounding in his head and the noises from outside. Adam's terrified face appears in his mind. He remembers Adam's howls and whimpers, and it makes him want to curl up in a corner and disappear. 

 

Eric knows he needs to talk to his friend, he needs to make things right between them. But he is not sure if there's anything left to say after what he has done. Eric doesn't know if he can even face Adam right now, let alone find the right words to apologize. Tears of frustration well up in his eyes as he covers his face with his hands, wishing that he could take it all back.

 

Adam feels like his nuts have been kicked in by a horse. He'd let out a steady stream of curses and moans as he'd gotten up from the ground and collapsed on the couch. The icepack Eric had thrown at him is now pressed against his swollen balls, and his package looks even more ridiculous than before. But Adam is in no state to care about decency, all he wants right now is for the pain to stop.

 

The silence in the apartment is oppressive, all Adam can hear is his own labored breathing and occasional noises from Eric's room. He also hears sobbing at some point, but he's not sure if it's just his pain plagued mind playing tricks on him. He glances over at the bedroom door, debating whether or not to try and talk to Eric. He wants answers, but he is scared of what Eric will do to him if he is still angry. The thought is punctuated with a fresh wave of pain from his groin, and he clutches the ice pack more tightly.

 

Adam doesn't know what went wrong. One moment he was walking out the door, relieved to finally see Eric, and the next thing he knew, they were screaming at each other. He struggles to remember anything specific from the nightmare that was his best friend lashing out at him. Eric's words had been drowned out by the dread and terror in his veins, and Adam could only focus on trying to stop him.

 

Had Eric said that he'd wanted Adam? The memory strikes Adam right before the bedroom door slams open and Eric storms out. Adam barely has a moment to think before Eric is looming over him. 

 

"Kick me in the nuts." 

 

Eric’s eyes are puffy and red. Adam is bewildered by the situation and doubts if he actually heard Eric right. He feels a thread of fear latch onto his chest again, his balls pulse with pain , and Adam swallows hard. This is not the Eric he has always known. He hesitates for a moment before Eric shoves at his legs. "Kick me!" Eric growls, his voice raw with emotion. “Kick my fucking balls in!” 

 

The movement sends a jolt of pain through Adam's oversensitive testicles and he reacts almost instinctively. He curls into himself as he yells. "No!" Adam’s fear is now clearly visible on his face. 

 

Adam's curled up image gives Eric pause. He feels his anger melting into a pot of guilt and shame. “But… it might help you feel better. We need to get even!” Eric puts his hands at his head and spreads his legs, looking down.

 

“Wait, no, stop dude! I can't get wrecked and get even on your schedule!” Adam's eyes are on Eric, who looks up for a minute, but sees the emotion in Adam’s eyes, and finds he can't glare back anymore. 

 

“Then what do you want me to do?” He asks, frustrated. Adam's shoulders stay tense as he tries to calm Eric down. “Just sit down and start talking. No more kicking.”

 

The adrenaline in Eric's body wants him to bounce off the walls, but he obeys. He walks over to the other end of the couch and sits anxiously on the edge, his feet bouncing. He says nothing for a moment. 

 

“How do they feel?" He says, trying to find a way to start talking.

 

Adam groans, Eric's words making him focus on the pain in his crotch again. “What do you think?” He hisses as he uncurls slowly, his patience wearing thin. “What’s going on, Eric?"

 

Eric fidgets with a loose thread on the couch, unable to meet Adam's eyes. "I... I don't know. It was all so sudden, I was just so angry.” Words spill out of Eric's mouth as he rambles. “You left me Adam, I needed you and you left me. And you thought I was fucking someone else when I was just..." He trails off, unable to admit what he was doing. 

 

Adam listens, realizing that he might’ve gotten it wrong. "You were alone?" Adam offers and Eric turns his head sharply. "Hell yeah I was! Can't even jack off around here now?" Eric's tone makes Adam wince.

 

Something about Eric's admission eases a knot in Adam's chest, but it does nothing for his plums. "Oh… mmm… damn, I shouldn't have called you a slut, huh...” Adam feels ashamed as Eric returns to fidgeting and staring. 

 

“No. You shouldn't have. And you shouldn’t have run away.”  

 

Adam cringes at the tone but nods. “I'm sorry I left you alone Eric, I… don’t know. I just got… scared I think. I’m sorry." Adam finally finds his words, but Eric shakes his head. 

 

"I should be the one saying sorry." Eric's throat feels thick as he continues. “I should not have lashed out like that. I’m sorry Adam.” 

 

Eric holds his breath as he waits for Adam to respond, and Adam decides to give him grace. "Hey, it's okay. I've been through worse." Adam lies, his battered and swollen balls, still pressed up against the ice pack. He tries to chuckle but the pain makes him wince. Eric feels like he can breathe again and turns to Adam almost meekly. "Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?" Eric asks to make them move on, sounding almost hopeful.

 

Adam thinks back on yesterday, about how he came and enjoyed most of it. But, he just can't muster up the courage to admit anything else in front of Eric, not right now.  

 

"...no. I just want things to go back to normal, last night sucked you know." Adam responds, pressing the ice pack against his balls again. Eric nods, disappointment heavy in his chest. “Yeah, it sucked for me too.” 

 

They slip into an uncomfortable silence, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, not sure what to say next. A few minutes pass before Adam tries to break the awkwardness. “So… food?” Adam offers and Eric's stomach rumbles loudly as he groans. “They better not get my order wrong this time.”

 

Part 3 - The Club

 

The next few days are filled with awkward moments. Adam takes time off of work to tend to his injured manhood, and every time Eric sees Adam wince, a bolt of guilt shoots right through him. As much as Eric tries to ignore it, a wave of arousal accompanies the guilt every time. Adam catches Eric adjusting his bulge a couple of times but pretends to ignore it.

 

They avoid talking about what happened, and while they spend time pining over each other in secret, the mutual avoidance makes things a bit easier. By the end of the week, they can at least maintain a normal conversation without making it awkward. So when they are invited by some friends to hang out at a club, they decide to take them up on the offer.

 

They end up arriving at the club early, Eric is wearing a leather jacket over a white t-shirt with black jeans, the fit suiting his slender frame. While Eric's boyish good looks are enough to draw plenty of attention normally, he feels almost invisible when standing next to his roommate. Adam has decided to put all his assets on display, and is wearing a tight-fitting black henley and chinos that look filled up in the best way. The shirt fits snugly over his pecs and the pants wrap around every curve of his package and his butt. To say that he likes the attention would be an understatement.

 

They head straight to the bar, ordering a couple of shots while they wait for their friends. Adam is bombarded with a constant stream of guys asking him to dance, even getting a few slaps on the butt. And each time Adam tastefully turns down another person, he turns back to Eric with a shit-eating grin pasted on his face. Eric rolls his eyes at Adam, who is positively preening, and can't help but feel possessive.

 

Their friends finally arrive, and Eric is grateful for the distraction. They end up mingling with a group of people, dancing and laughing, and Eric relaxes a little. The alcohol finally hits him and he lets loose for the first time since the night he kissed Adam. He leaves the dance floor to go get refills for everyone when he is approached by one of the people they were dancing with.

 

Eric hadn't noticed him while they were dancing, but he sees now that the guy is quite attractive. He introduces himself as Aaron, and they talk for a few minutes about nothing in particular. Aaron is open and friendly, his build is similar to Eric's but he has blonde hair and a very pretty face. 

 

They make small talk while they wait for their drinks, and Eric plays along with some of Aaron's advances, enjoying the attention he's getting. But then, he glances over and spots Adam dancing with a guy. He has dark curls and is almost as tall as Adam. His good mood turns sour immediately and Aaron's voice catches his ear again. 

 

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Eric asks, snapping back to the conversation. Aaron tries to flirt with Eric again but he doesn't respond, his mood getting worse by the second. His friends end up coming to the bar and telling him they're headed to another club down the street, and that Adam told them not to wait up. Jealousy burns through Eric as he takes Aaron's hand in his. He looks over to find Adam again but he can't spot either of them. "Let's go then, we're not waiting for anyone."

 

Adam didn't know why he kept rejecting everyone who asked him out. He was just having a fun time chatting with his friend so openly again. They'd both had a couple of shots by the time their friends had arrived, and Adam had gotten tipsy already. He'd noticed the way Eric danced to the music, all goofy and cute. The way his hair bumped with the music, and almost like a crown on his head; it made Adam want to plant a kiss on the Prince’s lips. Before he knew it, his feelings for Eric had resurfaced and he wanted his friend in his arms.

 

As a result, it had been equally heartbreaking to see Eric flirt with a random guy at the bar. The scene had burned in his head, he'd wanted to barge in and push them apart to claim his stake. But then he'd noticed Eric's smile, so free and open, and he knew he couldn't bear to see it gone again. Instead, his broken heart had focused on the hottest catch in the club, a curly haired guy with a chiseled face, and his drunk mind had gone for it.

 

He'd told his friends not to wait up and strode right towards the extremely attractive guy. The guy had noticed Adam mid-walk, and turned to him with a dazzling smile. "Like what you see, hot stuff?" the guy slurred, and Adam had responded by putting his hands on the guys waist, his dress pants holding his frame together very well. As they started to sway together, Adam took the drink out of the guy’s hand and finished it for him, making them both smile. 

 

They danced for a while, Adam trying to forget the sting of Eric's betrayal. And when he'd felt the guy's erection rubbing against his ass, he'd asked the guy if he wanted to find a quiet spot.

 

They stumbled out of the club and into the next alleyway, making out as they went. The guy presses Adam against a brick wall, who feels hot breath on his neck and a hand grabbing his bulge. The action is rough, the guy is obviously drunk and eager, but it instantly reminds him of Eric. 

 

His eyes snap open and he tries to push the guy away. "Mmm, no. I can’t." he says, his voice slurring over the muffled music from the club. Adam turns his head away dramatically and the guy looks at him confused, his hand still wrapped around Adam's package. 

 

"You can't? Can’t what?" he asks.

 

"Mmm… this. Sorry, I’m t-taken" Adam slurs, his voice forlorn but determined. The guy moves his hand away from Adam’s crotch.

 

"Oh umm okay. Is everything okay?” The guy asks, not really moving back but giving Adam a little more space. His face looks concerned and Adam shakes his head.  

 

“Okay.” The guy responded, putting a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “I’ll go, but if-" the guy stops mid sentence as Adam hears a thud. He doesn't know what's going on until the guy's face contorts in pain. He knows that look. And sure enough, Adam looks down to see a shoe pressing up into the guy's crotch, digging up and into the guy’s bunched up bulge. The beautiful guy groans and turns inwards, his eyes closing as another thud echoes in the alley. Adam sees the foot between his hot date’s legs once again, and cringes in sympathy as the man falls to the ground. His hands instantly go to his crotch, eyes rolling in the back of his head as his neck is outstretched. His legs twist and a loud, guttural groan leaves his lips. 

 

"He said he can't!" Adam hears in front of him, seeing Eric looking down at the guy. Adam then looks back down at the hot guy, who’s squirming and making a very sad, pained noise on the floor. It makes Adam giggle, then look back up at Eric’s face. Adam can’t help but break into a fit of giggles at the serious expression on his cute roommate’s face. He’s had a little too much to drink. 

 

"What the hell are you on?" Eric asks, glaring at Adam, who can't seem to control his laughter. 

 

"He'd already stopped." Adam wheezes as Eric gives him a confused look. "He was doing the right thing..." Adam says between laughs. "And you broke his nuts anyway!" He slaps his thigh, doubling over in laughter as Eric's face turns pale, and the guy lets fly another set of curses. 

 

"Shut the fuck up. You better be glad I didn't break yours too Adam!" Eric hisses as he grabs Adam's hand. Then he looks down at the writhing hunk on the floor. "I'm so sorry, the bar might give you some ice for that. Again, very sorry." 

 

“Fuck… my fucking balls, ungh…” The guy mutters more curses as Eric turns to Adam, who is still giggling. "Let's get you out of here." He says as he pulls Adam away from the alley.

 

But Adam snatches his hand away. "Why should I go with you? Where's your pretty boy?" He says, defiantly. "You've had too much to drink, let's go Adam." Eric insists but Adam doesn't move. "Did your pretty boy leave you? Is that why you came for my pretty boy?" Adam laughs again, but there’s some edge in his tease. 

 

“No, no pretty boys here, we're going home.” Eric says as he grabs Adam's wrist and tries to pull him again. “Maybe not me.” Adam snickers. “Certainly not you.”

 

“Oh for the love of…” Eric turns around, his hand swinging in a wide arc and latching on to Adam's big bulge. His fingers wrap around Adam's package and he squeezes as he pulls down Adam's head to kiss him. It's sloppy and urgent, and it's the only way Eric can shut him up. He doesn't care that they're in a dark alleyway, that they're drunk, that they're hurting. All that matters is that Adam wants him too, and he's kissing him back with the same desperation. Adam's hands find Eric’s hips, pulling him closer, and then they're stumbling into the wall, the rough brick digging into their sides. 

 

Adam groans into the kiss as he feels Eric's erection press against his thigh. Eric's hand wrapped around his balls makes him go feral. He's lost in the feel of it, the taste, the smell of Eric. He comes back up for air, both of them panting as he looks down at Eric. Adam’s hand reaches up to stroke Eric's cheek and Eric lets go of his balls, slowly rubbing his growing bulge. "Home." Eric chokes out, and Adam nods, taking his hand. Eric reaches up to kiss him one more time and pulls Adam behind him.

 

As they move out of the alleyway, someone calls out Eric's name. They turn around to see Aaron waving them over. “Sorry! We gotta go!” Eric yells at him, but Adam is already walking over to Aaron. Aaron starts saying something but Adam pulls his fist back and with an unintentionally immense amount of power, whips his hand out and slams it hard into Aaron’s balls with drunk power and sober precision. Aaron's mouth opens in a comical O as he stumbles back a step before crumbles to the ground. His eyes wide and staring up at Adam in shock, then at Eric. He sees Eric’s eyes wide with disbelief, and suddenly the pain inside Aaron gets worse. He puts his head against the floor and squirms as Adam dusts off his hand and walks back to Eric whose jaw is still dropped. He tilts Eric's head up with two fingers and kisses his lips gently, making sure Aaron has a good view. “Home.” Adam whispers as he smiles, and Eric manages to yell an apology before he is pulled away.

 

Aaron lies on the ground, his own testicles throbbing as he watches the two walk away, swaying a bit and grabbing at each other. Jealousy was really starting to sink in and he suddenly can’t breath. He rolls onto his side and realizes that he’s drunk too much and starts to feel it trying to escape his stomach. On his side, legs crossed, a hand clutching his balls, he looks up helplessly as his would-be date is sharing lips with the huge hunk who just crushed his balls into a million different pieces. 

 

Eric and Adam stumble down the street hand in hand, giggling like children. The night air feels cool against their flushed skin. The alcohol has loosened their tongues and pushes them to find shaded corners and make out intermittently. It takes a while, but they eventually reach their apartment. 

 

Eric fumbles with the lock as Adam hugs him from behind. "Can't find the hole?" Adam snickers, his nose in Eric's hair. "You wanna give it a go, Tipsy?" Eric retorts and Adam just snickers more. "Found it already!" He announces as he pokes a finger in Eric's jean clad butt. Eric yelps and jumps forward as the door opens, Adam following behind, looking very proud of himself. "Ha ha, very funny." Eric says while his hands cup his cute butt, and it makes Adam laugh even more as he closes the door behind him.

 

Eric flicks on a switch, bathing the room in warm light, and their eyes find each other. Eric is suddenly very aware that they are alone, the taste of Adam's lips still lingering in his mouth. Adam however, is too drunk to care. "You look funny." The sudden left turn makes Eric snort, who crosses his hands as he leans sideways against the wall. "I've heard worse." He says as Adam bursts into a fresh wave of giggles. "You know what was really funny? When you broke that guy's nuts!" Adam laughs. "One minute he was all hot and sexy and smug, and… and kind of nice, honestly. And, and then the next he was just..." He puts his hands on his crotch and crosses his legs, bending over and doing his best impression of the guy's silly face.

 

Eric can't help but laugh at the demonstration, glad that his friend is a very happy drunk. Adam notices his delight and exaggerates his performance, hopping around for extra emphasis. Even though Adam is just acting, Eric feels his dick rise just looking at him. He blushes and picks up a pillow to cover his crotch. Adam finally catches on and a huge grin spreads on his face. "What's wrong? You like what you see?" he teases, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Eric throws the pillow at him, laughing, and Adam swats it away as he moves towards Eric.

 

Eric watches as Adam leans against the wall, one arm on each side of his head, caging him in. His rebellious streak rises at the confidence in Adam's posture. "Be careful big guy, I can drop you just like I'd dropped him." He pushes his knee up between Adam's legs for emphasis. Adam almost moans, but bites his lip in time. "I think I can take you, skinny boy. Remember what I did to your pretty boy?” Adam asks, moving his knuckles lower and pressing them up against Eric’s crotch, caressing it. Eric shudders at the feeling and looks in Adam’s eyes; they both see mischief there and recognize what’s in the air. Eric smiles wryly. 

 

"Prove it then." He says, smirking up at Adam's face, which lights up instantly. He pushes himself off the wall, putting both hands in the air and shouts. “Rematch!” Eric chuckles as Adam jogs to the center of the room and starts bouncing like a boxer.

 

Eric removes his jacket, earning a whistle from Adam, and he walks over. They start circling each other when Eric suddenly speaks up. "Wait what are the rules though?" Adam pauses for a second to think and Eric lunges at him. He collides with Adam's stomach, almost knocking him to the ground, but Adam manages to put a foot back and brace in time. His chinos stretch tightly over the globes of his ass, clearly not meant for this activity.

 

"You little sneak!" Adam says cheerfully as he grabs Eric's waist and lifts him up. Eric's back is propped up on Adam's left shoulder as he shouts. "Put me down you big brute!" He tries to thrash but Adam's grip is strong as he goes down on one knee and slams Eric onto the carpeted floor. The breath whooshes out of Eric's lungs and he grunts. "Ow! That hurt!" He exclaims, looking up at Adam, who is now standing right above his face. His head is low and looking behind himself, as Adam’s back is to Eric’s face, his body facing Eric's legs. Adam frowns and shakes his head, bending over and admonishing his little friend. "No fair, pouting is against the rules!" That makes Eric pout even more and Adam throws his head back and laughs.

 

But his laughter is cut short as Eric sits up and sinks a fist into Adam’s unprotected bulge from behind. The feeling of Adam’s hefty plums getting slammed into is relieving for Eric; both because it just feels so good, and also because he wasn’t sure how accurate his hit would be, considering his vantage point. But it turned out to be a pretty perfect hit. 

 

"Oh!" Adam gasps, his face turning red as he bends over cupping his nuts. "You got me." His voice is strained and he moans right before falling on top of Eric. Before he knows it, Adam's thighs are crashing onto his torso, the impact jolting him, and Adam's head ends up between Eric's feet.

 

“Unngh... You little..." Adam grunts, trying to massage his manhood, his hands brushing against Eric's jean clad cock. Eric shudders at the touch and tries to push Adam's thighs to the side. "Get off me you heavy bastard." Adam squirms and Eric looks down to see his buttocks clenching and unclenching in rhythm with his struggles. An evil grin splits his face as he notices the two orbs peeking out from between Adam's fingers. "Ooh, whatcha got there Adam?" he teases as he sticks out a knuckle on both hands and slams them in, colliding with the exposed underside of Adam's nutsack.

 

He is rewarded with a shriek from Adam who scrambles down Eric's legs, and Eric continues to wiggle and dig his knuckles in, following Adam until he’s out of reach. Adam turns around and sits up, leaning against the wall. His knees are bent and one of his hands is firmly pressed between his legs, and the other is up in surrender. "Now that hurt!" Adam whines as Eric chuckles. Adam’s lucky he’s drunk, because it numbs the pain a little bit. Especially since this is fun. 

 

Eric stands up slowly and looks down at Adam with a smirk. "That's what you get when you mess with the skinny boy." He teases, and Adam moans loudly, the dirty talk getting his dick even harder.

 

Eric prowls around the room, his eyes lingering on Adam's body as he recovers from the low blows. Adam is now sitting with his legs spread, his hands are cupping his aching balls but Eric can clearly see the outline of his thick cock through the thin fabric. "Looks like you're ready for some more action, Adam." He says, his voice low and seductive as he wriggles out of his jeans, revealing skimpy black briefs which barely cover his raging boner. "Or should I say... another round?"

 

Adam looks up at him, his chest heaving from the exertion and the pain. His eyes are dark with desire and his cock twitches at Eric's teasing. His gaze locks on to Eric's junk. "Another round, huh?" He asks, his voice husky. "You're on, handsome. Help me up." Adam reaches out with a hand and Eric grabs it. He pulls a smirking Adam up, and Adam uses the momentum to drive a knee straight into Eric’s scantily clad goods.

 

“Fuuuckkk!" Pain explodes from Eric's crotch as he is lifted off the ground. The force of the hit knocks his cock free of his briefs, which slaps against his stomach with a wet thwack. The knee got both his nuts dead on, but his left nut somehow got trapped by Adam's knee, and is now getting crushed under his own weight. Adam grabs Eric's waist as he manages to stand while balancing Eric’s body on one knee. 

 

They are almost face to face, and as Eric's body rocks forward, Adam leans in for a passionate kiss. Despite the pain in his testicles, Eric licks and bites Adam's lips urgently as they make out. Eric moans into Adam's mouth as they kiss, the pain too much to handle alone. Eric escapes from Adam’s lips, eyes cringing and curling inwards due to the pain, unable to stay up even with Adam’s help. 

 

“I give! I give!” Eric exclaims and topples to the ground when Adam finally lowers him down. Eric rolls around in pain, squirming a bit but rubbing his balls gently. He has a small smile on his face as he lays on his back,  his bent legs slowly shifting around, as he lets out low guttural moans. His moans border on erotic and pained, as he rolls onto his stomach and pushes his ass up into the air, cupping his injured balls. That's when he suddenly feels something touch his cockhead and he yelps as Adam pulls his sensitive cock back out from between his legs. 

 

“Second round ended rather quickly, didn't it?" Adam muses, a smirk on his face as he gives Eric's cock a few experimental strokes. "Uuhhh... Nnnnn…mmmyeea..." Eric can barely form words as pain and pleasure flood his system. Adam's own desire to take Eric right there is very strong, but he holds back. Instead, he slaps Eric's tight ass, earning an indignant yelp as he stands up again.

 

“You bitch! No spanking!" Eric whines as he wiggles his butt, which makes Adam gently kick Eric’s butt instead. Adam laughs at the second yelp from Eric, who quickly turns back around. He massages his balls and carefully tucks his dick back inside his briefs as he looks up at Adam, a seductive smirk on his own face. "You win this one, big boy. Now be a good friend and take that shirt off so I can distract myself." He demands and Adam winks as he slowly peels off his tight shirt, making sure Eric watches every single move.

 

The bulging muscles of Adam's chest and stomach are almost hypnotizing, and Eric's gaze lingers for way too long and Adam has to throw his shirt at Eric's face to get his attention. His cheeks flush as he fumbles with the shirt, he takes in Adam's smirk and tries to refocus. "Final round. Whoever wins this takes it all." His chin is high and he stares into Adam's eyes with a challenge. Adam nods and Eric reaches out for his arm to get up.

 

“Oh no Sneaky, won't be falling for my own tricks!" Adam chuckles, waving his arms and standing well out of reach. Eric pouts as his deception fails. "We need to get you more drunk, you acting smart ruins the fun." He complains as he stands up, still staring at Adam's pecs. "Hey, my eyes are up here." Adam teases Eric, who stares back unabashedly.

 

Eric slowly slithers forward to touch Adam's abs, tracing a finger along the rippling muscles. "You're quite the specimen, you know?" He whispers. "But you can't distract me with your body." Adam's smile grows wider as Eric's hands begin to wander higher, cupping his huge pecs. "I mean, am I not already?" Adam grins, his chest slowly rising and falling.

 

“Who said I'm distracted?" Eric's eyes sharpen and his fingers latch on to Adam's nipples, pinching and twisting them viciously. "Ah! Fuck!" Adam cries out, more in surprise than pain. He grabs Eric's wrists roughly, trying to pry his fingers loose. "Leave them alone!" he growls, but Eric's fingers stay in place. So Adam grabs a pair for himself. Eric's eyes go wide as Adam's hand slides down his waistband and clutches his bare testicles.

 

"Let go or I'll squeeze!" Adam's words are desperate, his grip already a bit painful. Eric quickly realizes that he won't have a chance if it came to nipples vs. nuts right now so he nods. 

 

"3...2...1..." They count in unison and Eric lets go, but Adam doesn’t. He squeezes Eric's nuts a bit, getting Eric to yelp before he lets go, smiling and taking a few steps back, one hand cradling his balls and the other rubbing his nips. 

“What the hell!” Eric lets out in a friendly tone, though annoyed. 

 

“Just a reminder of what I can do, haha.” Adam flexes, getting Eric to laugh. 

 

“You'll regret doing that… and, you’ll regret letting go of my balls, big guy." He gives Adam a cocky smile as he adjusts his bulge again.

 

“And you'll regret not keeping your hands to yourself!" Adam retorts, and lunges forward. But Eric is ready this time, he quickly moves out of the way and hooks one of Adam's feet with his own. Adam is forced into the splits, he is surprisingly flexible but his pants are not. The moment his feet are spread wide apart, a loud rip sounds in the room.

 

Eric watches, almost in slow motion, as Adam's pants rip down the middle and his balls pop out, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Adam suddenly feels cold down there after the ripping noise and thinks the worst, but he can't see anything. Eric has to actively get himself moving instead of staring slack-jawed at the huge low hangers. 

 

"Game over, Adam!" 

 

Before Adam can register what's happening, Eric takes a running start and swings his foot between Adam's legs.

 

Adam feels a cold breeze move across his crotch before Eric's foot punts his naked nuggets, flattening the orbs with the impact. Adam’s eyes almost pop out, the impact pushing him upward. He's able to get a glance of Eric’s triumphant face before he pulls his hands to his naked, unprotected and abused plums. The pain stays there at first, but then it starts to pierce up, past his chest. Adam howls, clawing at Eric's foot in his hands as it crushes his manhood. He tries to pull his strong legs together, but they turn to jelly and he falls onto Eric's leg which finally relieves the pressure from his spuds. All the fight leaves Adam's body, and he only whimpers from the deep, blazing pain he is feeling. Both hand cupping his large, fragile eggs, as he lies face down on the ground.. 

 

“Ooo… you win, Sneaky." He manages to croak out, as he rolls onto his side, the muscles in his chest and back rippling with each wave of pain. Eric laughs and kicks Adam in the ass, making him yelp just like Eric had. "Time for my reward, big guy." Adam looks up at him indignantly and Eric has a sly grin on his face again.

 

Eric takes off his underwear, and his cock springs free, bouncing in the air above his slightly swollen balls. It's hard as a rock, pulsing with need. "Now, who's staring?" He teases, taking a step forward. Despite the pain in his balls, Adam scrambles to sit up, only stumbling a couple times, before eagerly taking Eric's cock in his palm. Eric shudders at the touch, the power he has over Adam right now is intoxicating.

 

“You're mine now, big guy." Eric says, his voice smooth as silk. Adam moans at the words, looking up at Eric with glassy eyes. "And you're mine too?" He asks in a tiny, fragile voice. Eric gives him the biggest smile he can, as he strokes Adam's hair. "Always, Adam." That's all the push Adam needs to start stroking Eric's cock, making Eric clamp onto Adam's hair for support. 

 

Adam licks the tip of his dick and Eric visibly swoons. "That's it, Adam." Eric whispers, grunting as Adam lips move over the head achingly slow. The taste of Eric's precum mixes with Adam's saliva, and Adam finds that it's the best feeling he has felt ever. That is until a wave of pleasure hits him from below, as Eric's foot teases his cock out of his ripped pants and starts stroking it. “Mhhmnnhhm…” Adam mumbles around Eric's cock as his foot slowly slides up and down Adam's impressive rod.

 

"Ah... Fuck Adam..." Eric moans as Adam's hand reaches up to play with his sensitive balls. He gently squeezes Eric's nuts as he continues to bob his head on Eric's shaft. Eric's foot starts stroking Adam's cock more quickly and eventually settles right on top of his dick and balls.

 

Adam lets out a loud moan, feeling the pressure building up inside him. He knows he's close, and the feeling of being completely at Eric's mercy is too much to bear. He starts pumping his hips upwards, wanting more friction, more contact, but Eric's foot stays firm as he fully steps on Adam's manhood.

 

“Cum for me, Adam." Eric whispers, and Adam does, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, his grip on Eric's balls tightening. Cum spurts out of his flattened dick, spraying on the floor from under Eric's foot. Eric looks down at the scene, and realizes he can't hold back anymore. "That's it, give it all to me." Eric murmurs, as his own dick starts pumping load after load of salty spunk down Adam's throat, which he swallows hungrily.

 

He keeps Adam's junk pinned to the ground until there's nothing left in either of them, and then collapses on top of Adam. Both of them pant with the intensity of their orgasms and the pain in their balls. Adam wraps his arms around Eric as he nuzzles his face into Eric's hair, feeling a mixture of pleasure and relief. He lets out a contented sigh, his breath tickling Eric's neck, who turns around to smile at his best friend. Adam's eyes flick down to Eric's lips and he leans in as they share a deep and gentle kiss. They stay like that for a while, limbs intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of their intimacy.

 

Eventually, Eric pulls away and looks into Adam's eyes, his face flushed and his chest heaving. "Well, that was... intense." He says with a dreamy smile, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Adam beams at him, his eyes sparkling, still a little drunk. "We should make a habit out of this!" His enthusiasm makes Eric belly laugh. "Yes, we should." He says after his laughing subsides, placing a gentle hand on Adam's chest. They gaze into each other's eyes and Eric opens his mouth, only to be interrupted by Adam's growling stomach. "Goddamn, I'm hungry." Adam says as Eric realises they've missed dinner again. "Pizza?" Eric suggests, and his own stomach rumbles at the thought.

 

The guys order in and cuddle on the couch while they wait for the food to arrive, the silence finally comfortable. The restaurant gets their order wrong but they wolf down the food anyway, sobering up as the night gets late. "I think it's time to sleep." Eric stretches his arms, sitting on one side of the couch with an ice pack on his balls. Adam mirrors him, adjusting the frozen peas as he leans in and gently kisses Eric before getting up, suddenly shy without the liquid courage. “Goodnight, Eric.” He waves awkwardly before walking to his room. 

 

Eric watches him go, his gait relaxed with a slight limp, and he feels a pang of longing. He wonders if they'll do it again, if this was just a one-time thing. Something doesn't feel right, but he decides not to overthink it. He goes into his own room and shuts the door. Eric strips off his clothes and cleans up, sliding into a fresh pair of underwear before climbing under the covers. He is ready to doze off when he hears the faint knock on his door. "Hey... Eric?" His heart skips a beat on hearing Adam's voice.

 

"Yeah?" He says as Adam opens the door, also in a fresh pair of boxers. He is carrying a pillow and looking rather sheepish. "I... I was wondering if I could... If we could..." He trails off as Eric feels a wave of affection for his best friend. "Come in doofus, and shut the door behind you." He sees Adam light up even in the darkness as he waddles over to his bed excitedly.

 

Eric shifts to make space for Adam, who arranges his pillow and fluffs it out before lying down on his side, facing Eric. His eyes find Eric's, and he trails a finger on his cheek. Eric moves closer to kiss Adam, his hand running through Adam's hair. They pull away, smiling at each other, care and affection written across their faces, and then Adam turns onto his back. His arm wraps around Eric, who snuggles up close and hugs Adam tightly before resting his face on his chest. "All good?" Adam’s chest rumbles and Eric lets out a contented sigh. "Mhmm. All good.”