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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
To say Chandler was excited for the evening would be an understatement.
It was Halloween. Chandler’s favorite holiday, and this year he and his best friend Justin had truly outdone themselves. They were headed to his girlfriend Jessica’s notorious Hallowed Halloween House Party, and Justin had copped a sumo suit. It was three sizes too big for either of them, but together they could fit inside and still zip it up. The fit was incredibly tight, but after practicing around their living room they were able to figure out a general pattern of moving. The costume, however would not just stop at sumo.
Because of the tightness and general uncomfortableness that came with being smushed inside a sumo suit, Chandler had wanted to come up with another, second plan once they got to his girlfriends place. The plan was to put on a strip show to get out of the sumo suit, and then strut around in speedo’s the rest of the night. Both Chandler and Justin had been working on their fitness hard the last year, and wanted to show off the fruits of their labor.
“Here man, think fast” Chandler turned to see Justin tossing a bottle in his direction.
“What’s this?”
“Baby oil. We wanna look good when we pop out that suit right?” Chandler could see that Justin had already oiled his entire body. The hard work of the past year had really paid off; Justin had a defined 6 pack and V pointing straight towards the bulge in his small blue speedo, a hint of dark hair creeping over the top. Chandler quickly averted his eyes, feeling embarrassed, and his asshole unconsciously clenched around the butt plug he had inserted earlier in the evening. Recently, his girlfriend had expressed interest in pegging, but as they explored Chandler couldn’t help but imagine what a real dick might feel like. Now, seeing Justin oiled up, a host of confused feelings began to stir.
Chandler nodded and moved past Justin to his room. He began oiling himself down, starting with his arms and chest, and moving on to his back and legs. He oiled all the way up to the top of his thighs, where his own small speedo sat, and massaged oil in higher and higher. Jessica had made it clear tonight was to be the night he was taking the strap-on, and Chandler had waxed everything down below and did an enema in preparation. On a whim, his hand slid down the back of his speedo to remove the buttplug. It gave him a good amount of stimulation while walking, and getting a hard on while in the suit would be awkward. Lubed up with baby oil his fingers slipped around the base of the plug easily. Pulling slightly, the plug stretched him out, and he played a bit, pulling and pushing until it slid without resistance. With a slight moan he popped it out completely, and rubbed it around his hairless hole, breathing heavily. Thinking back to the sight of Justin glistening in baby oil, his cock twinged.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Chandler guiltily jerked his hand back, hearing a small rip. “Just a second”, he called out.
“We gotta leave soon if we’re gonna make the train, lets get this bad boy on!” Justin called out through the door.
Chandler slipped the butt plug back into his hiding place in his underwear drawer; he would clean it more thoroughly later. Twisting so he could see himself, he searched for any sign of a tear in his speedo, but couldn’t find anything. Composing himself, Chandler grabbed a small baggie with a couple viagra pills and stepped back out into the living room. He wanted to be able to drink a lot and still perform tonight.
The sumo suit was made of an inner and outer suit, with some sort of padding in between. It had a zipper with a velcro strap cover to hide the metal. The padding was thick, and made the whole thing rather heavy to wear. In the front, where the fundoshi was was another hidden zipper and a pocket, which had a small flask inside already. Justin, slightly taller than Chandler, gestured for him to go in first. Chandler stepped in and slid his arms through the sleeves. He went to put in his small baggie, and realized he was also still holding on to the baby oil. Just for good measure, he thought, and added it to the pocket.
Justin stepped in behind him, carefully placing his feet outside of Chandlers. Even though Justin was taller, Chandlers legs were somehow longer. As Justin zipped them up, Chandler could feel his crotch pressing into the crack of his ass. This was closer they had ever been, with just the small speedos separating them. Because of the baby oil, their bodies slipped and slid against each other, and Chandler could feel the ass of his speedo getting wet.
“Alright,” Justin said, maneuvering his arms through the sleeves. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
Even though they had been practicing, the first step proved the hardest. Chandler tried to step forward with his left foot, while Justin used his right. They lost their balance, kayseri escort and while Chandler tried to shoot his arms out to stop the fall, Justin tried to move his arms to the side to catch the couch. They ended up on their knees and elbows, Chandlers face inches from the carpet. Again, he thought he heard a slight ripping feeling coming from the back of his speedo. More than that, however, was the weight of Justin’s body completely encompassing his own, and especially the feeling of his own ass raised, pressing against Justin’s groin.
“Fuck,” He laughed nervously, “let’s try again slowly. Left leg first.”
“And who made you captain?”
“I’m in front, it’s my call.”
Justin grumbled but followed his lead, and slowly they managed to stand up and make it towards the door. Eventually, they fell into a rhythm, with Chandler muttering “left, right”, under his breath.
The October air was cold, but with the padding and the closeness of their bodies they both were sweating by the time they entered the subway station. It was about a 20 minute ride to Jessica’s place, and Chandler had a feeling they were going to be drenched by the time they got there. While walking they took swigs from the flask, and had a good buzz going while waiting for the train.
Rounding the corner towards the platform, they saw another man dressed in a sumo costume. “We have to wrestle him,” Justin immediately said, “Come on. HEY! Hey you! Let’s go!” The other man was also clearly inebriated, and happily stumbled over towards them.
“Okay Chandler, sumo pose, right leg first.” Justin was determined to do the thing properly, and raised their right legs before bringing them down into a squat. Right as they entered the deepest part of the squat was the biggest rip yet, and even in the confined suit Chandler was suddenly aware of an openness around his asshole that previously had not existed.
“What —” Justin started, having heard the ripping sound as well. Before Chandler could say anything, however, they were knocked off their feet by the drunk man, who had taken their squat as a sign of readiness. The sumo padding did its job, as the fall didn’t hurt one bit. As before however, Chandler felt his body pressed intimately against Justin’s, and he quickly raised his hips so Justin wouldn’t notice the increase in skin to speedo ratio.
“Gerroff, get—” The drunk man was flailing on top of them, and it took a minute or so before both parties managed to get to a standing position. This time, Chandler noticed, his legs were to the outside of Justins. Almost as soon as they had stood, the train arrived. The drunk man wanted to go again, but his friends pulled him back, apologizing to Justin and Chandler.
“Come on, quick, before we miss the train.” Chandler steered the two of them through the closest doors. Jessica lived closer to downtown than Chandler, and the car was full of people ready to go partying down by the bars. They had to squeeze themselves into the car, and with the extra padding Chandler was feeling slightly claustrophobic. He was continuing to try and aim his hips forward, his buttcheeks clenched, but even with the extra padding he didn’t want to jab his crotch into some unsuspecting passenger. As a result, his back was pressed more into Justin, and he could feel Justin’s chest rising and falling as he breathed. His arm was maneuvered towards the secret pocket, and Justin rummaged for the flask before bringing out the small baggie.
“Woah, you were holding out on me. What’s this?” Justin’s mouth was right by Chandler’s ear, so he didn’t have to raise his voice much to be heard. His breath ticked the back of Chandlers neck. Chandler glanced around at the other passengers, not wanting to be overheard.
“That’s so we can drink as much as we want and still be ready to party all night long.” He answered quietly.
With the proximity of their bodies Chandler didn’t need to turn to know Justin was grinning, and he brought the baggie up for a closer look. Then, however, he felt Justin swallow, and as the baggie was brought back down one of the pills had disappeared.
“What….what did you just do??” Chandler asked frantically.
“I wanted to come up a bit before we got to the party so I would know how much more to drink. Don’t want to ruin the high” Justin answered calmly.
“That wasn’t ecstasy you idiot.” Chandler hissed through clench teeth. “That was Viagra.”
“What.”
“Yeah.” Chandler couldn’t believe this was happening. He looked around, but it didn’t seem like any of the passengers had overheard.
“What the fuck. What the fuck. Why did you say it was to help us party?”
“I said, it was to help us still party after drinking whatever we wanted. Like help us get hard.”
“Shit. Fuck. Quick, let’s get off and get out of this suit before…” Right as Justin was saying this, however, the doors to the train closed. It pulled out of the station roughly, and kayseri escort bayan Justin started forward, his crotch once again pushing against Chandler’s ass. This time they both startled, now incredibly conscious of the intimacy of the suit. Justin continued to swear.
“There, look,” Chandler motioned towards a sign above the door of the subway. It looks like there’s a bathroom two cars down. Let’s try to move towards that and step out of the suit.” Justin nodded, and they both turned towards the sea of people and the door at the far end of the car.
Moving out in the open was incredibly difficult. Not only was it hard to keep their balance, but they had to twist around people, and steady themselves against the rocking of the train. With each step, Chandler could feel Justin’s crotch steadily burrowing into his ass crack.
“When we fell I heard something,” Justin started, “Did…did your speedo rip slightly?”
“Yeah…” Chandler admitted. He could feel his cheeks growing red.
“Fuck.” Justin breathed. They continued on.
When they were about halfway to the door, Justin suddenly stopped. “Fuck fuck fuck. I’m sorry man.” Chandler took that to mean the Viagra was already working. “Let’s hurry” He replied and stepped forward again. As if on cue, the train lurched, and a much harder sensation pressed against Chandler’s ass. Justin’s breathing picked up, but he didn’t say anything. They began moving in unison again.
They reached the door, and at this point it was clear Justin was growing hard against Chandler. He could almost feel the outline of his dick pressed against his right asscheek. As they stepped between the two cars, the turbulence increased, and once again Justin stopped and swore. As he did Chandler suddenly felt a new sensation. Something hard and hot, that felt like skin.
“I’m…I popped out of the speedo.” Justin admitted. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop it.”
Up until Chandler had felt Justin’s cock against his bare skin, he was sure they needed to get Justin away from his ass as fast as possible. Now though, his skin was electrified, and his mind wandered back to just a little while earlier, how he had been stretching his asshole with a toy. His body responded immediately, and his asshole puckered a bit. Chandler felt empty, wanting. The train continued rocking them, and Justin’s hardening cock slid around the underside of Chandlers ass, picking up the baby oil he had spread earlier. It was still growing, and felt incredibly thick, thicker than Chandler’s own penis.
“Damn,” Chandler joked, “You’re really packing huh”
“I’ve never been this hard.” Justin responded, and they both fell silent at the implication.
“I mean, because of the viagra.”
“Yeah. yeah. Let’s keep going.”
With each step Chandler was fighting two sides of his being. On the one hand, he was slightly scared of Justin’s ever-growing cock, and didn’t want to change the relationship he had with his best friend. On the other, he was horny, and the alcohol in his system was pushing him towards feeling Justin all the way inside him. This next car was less packed, which meant each lurch of the train pushed them more off balance. Was it just Chandler, or was Justin also pushing their groins up together? Justin’s cock at this point had slid completely between Chandlers legs; he was essentially fucking his thighs, and was even creeping higher towards the underside of Chandler’s speedo. Chandler didn’t know how far down the speedo had torn, but at the next big lurch he found out, as Justin slipped right between his cheeks, into his speedo.
They both froze, unsure what to do. The full length of Justin’s cock was pressed against Chandler’s taint, his tip barely brushing against Chandler’s balls, and the base nestled all the way up his crack. Chandler was suddenly immensely aware of how slippery Justin’s cock had become, as well as how lubed up his own asshole had been from his own doing. The train kept them rocking, as if Justin was slowly fucking between Chandler’s cheeks. Chandler found began to push his ass out and down, as if to give better access, and quickly stopped himself.
“I’m gonna try and get my arm inside the suit, and flip my dick up.” Justin said, and began trying to pull his arm back inside the suit. Justin moved both arms above their heads, and began to try and shimmy his right arm back inside the suit. His elbow quickly got stuck, as he couldn’t get it past the armpit easily. With his other hand, he tried to pull the sleeve taut, so he could get his arm to go down. Chandler did nothing, hands high in the air, frozen at the feeling of Justin’s cock sliding up and down over his asshole. A couple times the tip caught along his hole, and he did his best to avoid moaning.
“Almost,” Justin grunted, and shifted his upper body to try and force his elbow through.
A number of things happened simultaneously. As Justin shifted, he bent over slightly and the escort kayseri head of his cock caught once more on Chandler’s hole. The train lurched harder than ever before, and came to a screeching stop. The lurch and combined pressure from the stop forced Chandler back into Justin, and Chandler went to grab the bar above their heads, but missed. As they fell off balance Chandler felt an immense pressure, and unconsciously pushed his asshole out against it. Justin entered him. His cock popped through easily, his head lodged past the inner ring of Chandler’s asshole and his shaft stretching him out. It was bigger than any toy used prior. Chandler let out a small cry while Justin let out a moan, pulling his arm through the sleeve at last.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Justin was repeating this like a mantra, his hand now feeling around Chandler’s ass. “Here, let me try and get out—”
“Ow ow ow, wait wait.” As slippery as Justin’s cock had felt before, it felt incredibly dry now that it was stretching out Chandler’s asshole. “Here.” Reaching into the pouch again, Chandler shakily brought out the baby oil. He was incredibly grateful for the small gaff earlier.
“Wow, that was a good idea. Can’t believe you brought this.”
“Whatever, here, use it liberally.” Chandler brought the bottle to the neck opening, and pushed it in behind his back. He could feel Justin’s hand slide up to grab it, and even with the pain of his asshole the feeling of Justin’s finger sliding up the side of his body was like lightening. Had he ever been this sensitive before? Justin fumbled with the cap a bit, before popping it open and squeezing it at the top of Chandler’s crack. As it slid down, Justin brought the bottle back up, and balanced it between the top of his chest and Chandler’s back. Then, his hand slid back down again and Chandler could feel him massaging in the oil. His fingers fumbled around Chandler’s hole, as well as spreading it across the rest of his cock. Chandler assumed he had about 2-3 inches inside him, but didn’t know how big Justin was. Once again, Justin tried to pull out, and once again Chandler stopped him.
“Wait, wait, the inside part doesn’t have…oil…so…maybe push in… a bit.” Chandler lost his confidence near the end, his face burning more than his asshole.
“Are you…okay?” Justin asked, and to his credit he sounded genuinely worried.
“Yeah, I’ve actually been experimenting a bit, with Jessica you know. Nothing like this, of course, but we were supposed to try pegging eventually. How…how big are you?” Chandler whispered. He was suddenly incredibly aware they were in public, but no one else seemed to be listening in.
“Oh, cool. Okay. Normally I’m about 6.5 and girthy, but like I’ve said, I’ve never been this hard before. I might be closer to 7 now.” Once again Justin’s fingers fumbled around Chandler’s asshole, and massaged more oil in. Then, gripping his cock, he slowly moved his hips into Chandler.
Chandler held back a gasp as he felt Justin push into him, but with the added oil it wasn’t as painful as before. Justin moved his hand away, and pulled out slightly before once again pushing back in. The pain dissipated, and was quickly replaced by a familiar pleasure. Right as Chandler could feel his ass begin to warm up, Justin tried to pull out completely. As just the tip was left, Justin grunted again. He flexed his cock up and down, which caused Chandler to almost start shaking.
“Can you move forward anymore?” He asked, his hand pushing against Chandlers back.
“No,” Chandler replied, almost annoyed Justin had stopped.
The overhead speakers turned on suddenly, and Justin and Chandler realized the train had been stopped this whole time.
Sorry for the sudden delay folks, we’ll be moving forward again shortly.
The train lurched forward, and Justin slid an inch or two into Chandler. Chandler couldn’t help but to let out a slight mewl.
“Fuck it, we’re almost to the bathroom, let’s keep going.” Justin said. They started back down the car with a vengeance, moving much quicker than before. With each step however, Justin slid more and more into Chandler, rubbing against his engorged prostate. No toy had felt this good, Justin was pressed against Chandler in all the right spots. The pleasure had spread like a fire all across Chandler’s ass and groin, and his own cock was growing hard and leaking precum. He was just thankful Justin couldn’t see him, or feel how hard his cock was.
They made it to the bathroom, and somehow it was unoccupied. Chandler slid open the door, and Justin tried to enter too quickly, not seeing the floor was raised slightly. He tripped, and the two of them stumbled inside, with the door sliding shut behind them. Justin sunk completely into Chandler’s ass, until Chandler could feel the material of Justin’s speedo pressed against him. Unable to contain himself he let out his biggest moan yet.
“Fuck man, are you okay?” Justin cried out.
“Yeah,” Chandler panted, his voice three octaves higher than usual. “Yeah.” Unconsciously he rotated his hips against Justin, trying to get more girth inside him. He felt Justin stiffen, and then slowly, press into him more.
“Fuck…” Justin said again, but this time his tone was different. Deeper.
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