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Saturday, June 15, 2013:
It’s 0:56 AM.
This leaves Rin with less than five hours to try and get some much-needed z’s; and none of his usual methods — including the military one, kindly taught to him by one of his roommates at the newfangled Basildon Sporting Village in Essex — have gotten even close to doing the trick, so far.
Shit.
He’s going to be absolutely screwed in the morning, isn’t he....?
With an irritated groan, Rin rolls over onto his side and blindly reaches for the phone he’d left teetering — pretty damn precariously, at that — on the edge of his bedside table. Unlocking the start-up screen and propping himself up on a bent elbow is a comfortingly familiar motion, by now; launching the browser application, activating the keyboard function, and, ultimately, pulling up a list of suggested websites — by tapping the address bar and selecting the ‘X’-key — is decidedly not part of Rin’s bedtime routine, however.
At all.
In fact, it’s so unusual for Rin to visit this particular website that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to recall his username and the matching password.
Once he’s finally logged in, though, he cautiously allows himself to check out the most recently added — adult — videos on the main page. Instantly, a whole slew of ridiculous titles vie for his attention: starting with the fairly innocent-sounding IT’S MY BIRTHDAY AND I’LL CUM IF I WANT TO, all the way up to the significantly more eyebrow-raising MY NEW STEPSON IS A HORNY NUDIST TWINK and TAG-TEAMED BY A HERD OF RAGING STALLIONS.
As expected, nothing quite manages to catch Rin’s eye; not even the particularly hilarious-sounding I LOVE OTTERS all the way down at the bottom of the page.
Undeterred by his initial lack of success, Rin simply opens up the FAVOURITE VIDEOS section under his profile tab to select one of his all-time favourites instead; it’s — quite aptly, really — titled MY COCK, and it’d been uploaded to Kenta23’s channel sometime back in 2010. Its title is admittedly just as lame as all the others’ on the site (and with its 3-minute runtime, it also happens to be a rather frustratingly short little thing), but there’s just... something... about the breathy noises escaping the extremely well-proportioned Kenta23 that —
Well.
It just works.
For Rin.
Kenta23 never fails to coax Rin into full hardness by the end of MY COCK, and tonight is certainly no exception: Rin’s already slipping a hand underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, long before the bloke has even had a chance to whip out the video's chief ingredient — its meat, better yet — for the camera.
Still.
Rin isn’t in it for Kenta23's — sizeable — cock.
Rin is in it for —
Well.
Kenta23.
Kenta-san, more precisely. A version of Kenta23 that strictly exists within Rin’s imagination alone. A version of Kenta23 that had filmed MY COCK with only one thing in mind: Rin.
It’s just so, so easy for Rin to pretend that Kenta23 — Kenta-san, rather — is someone he’s met before, someone he’s seeing, and, subsequently, to imagine that he’d been sent this video privately; exclusively, even. That’s what makes it one of Rin’s favourites, you know...?
It’s all embarrassingly clear in Rin’s head, actually: Kenta-san is a little bit older — and wiser — than Rin, and he’s only just coming out of a multi-year relationship. He’s understandably hesitant to jump right into something new, but Rin isn’t asking him for a life-long commitment; Rin is only asking him for a chance. And that’s all Rin can ask anybody for, honestly, because he’s —
Rin.
Matsuoka Rin.
3-time Olympic medallist, barely twenty-two years old, and resident poster boy for the JASF, the JOC and the JISS.
In other words, he’s contractually bound to:
- MAINTAIN DIGNITY AS A GOOD CITIZEN AND A SOUND MEMBER OF SOCIETY BY REFRAINING FROM CONDUCTING ANY ACTIVITY THAT IS CONTRARY TO PUBLIC ORDER AND MORALS, as well as,
- CONTRIBUTE TO THE ENHANCEMENT OF THE STATUS OF SWIMMING AS A SPORT
Additionally, there are disrepute clauses to consider, as well; each with their own sanctions for perceived misconduct.
Fines.
Suspensions.
Terminations.
Truth is, Rin couldn’t even afford to let Gou paint his nails — red and white — for the Opening Ceremony in London. Until he’s ready to hang up his racing gear for good (and permanently relocate to Sydney, perhaps), he simply can’t be —
Different.
Abnormal.
Queer.
Kenta-san, however —
Kenta-san is out. It wasn’t entirely his own choice, Rin’d — eventually, in the strictest of confidence — been told, but: “It is what it is.” He’d already managed to weather the storm once, and, should it come to it, he is fully prepared to help Rin batten down the hatches anew.
That sounds a whole lot like love, doesn’t it?
It’s —
Perfect.
And in the privacy of Rin’s bedroom, there is nothing — not a single, measly thing — stopping him from letting himself indulge in the fantasy that Kenta23 really did film MY COCK with the sole intention of sending it to him. So, naturally, that’s exactly what Rin does; and he has actually gotten pretty damn good at it over the years, because he’s rock hard and positively aching by the time Kenta-san has finished working himself into a similar state (all for him).
Inevitably, though, MY COCK reaches its end all too soon.
Biting the inside of his cheek in frustration, Rin — one-handedly, still — scrolls through the suggested videos listed underneath MY COCK’s comment section; until, right in between HUMAN CENTIPEDE: SIX STUDS GET THEMSELVES INTO A JIZZY SITUATION and BEATING MY MEAT TO A BAREBACK CUMPILATION, there’s —
HERE’S ANOTHER WITH BLUE7SE FOR YOU GUYS!!!!
Well.
Well.
It stands out from the crowd, Rin supposes.
The corresponding thumbnail is just as curious, to be honest; in the sense that Rin can’t quite tell if Pengin4U had actually posted his own video or if he’d simply shared a ripped copy of a professionally recorded one: basically, it’s an extremely well-lit shot — angled just the right way to lend the entire thing a decidedly polished, cinematic feel — of a boyish-looking, milky pale twink straddling a partially obscured partner.
It’s —
Nice, honestly. It’s got potential, for sure. And beggars can’t be choosers, can they...?
Needles to say, Rin immediately gives the title a tap.
| HERE’S ANOTHER WITH BLUE7SE FOR YOU GUYS!!!! |
|---|
Woah.
HERE’S ANOTHER WITH BLUE7SE FOR YOU GUYS!!!! sure has garnered an impressive amount of views — and comments, to boot — within the relatively short time it’s been up, hasn’t it?
The tags look pretty promising, as well.
“‘F.W.B.’...?”
Friends With Benefits, presumably.
Interesting.
Plus, somewhat to Rin’s surprise, the illustrious Blue7SE isn’t the pale little thing featured most prominently thumbnail; he’s the tall, dark, mysterious-looking top!
Undeniably intrigued, Rin hits the [ ▶︎ ]-button.
There’s no cheesy intro (and no distracting ‘porn groove’, either); instead, the video starts with a simple, no-nonsense shot of a metal-framed — single — bed. Just like in the thumbnail, Pengin4U’s camera is primarily focused on the headboard: not head-on, but slightly from the side. Sitting back against the pillows, in a pool of navy-coloured sheets, Blue7SE’s profile takes centre stage. In order to preserve a certain level of anonymity, though, only the lower half of his face is in-frame. Still, it’s glaringly obvious he’s —
“‘A solid ten’, my ass!”
Blue7SE is at least a twelve.
No, really. The bloke is absolutely stunning: he’s got a razor-sharp jawline, perfectly bow-shaped lips (to offset a rather small-ish mouth, it seems), and a thick mop of pitch-black hair that just about covers the back of his neck and the very tips of his ears.
He’s fit, too.
Like, jaw-droppingly so.
Seriously, Blue7SE is something right out of Rin’s — wet — dreams; all lean, wiry muscle and lightly bronzed skin. He isn’t quite as broad as Rin is, of course, but he could certainly hold his own against some of Rin’s slimmer, more streamlined colleagues (and he obviously blows Kenta23 right out of the water, too). It’s a little hard to look at him directly, frankly! And it doesn’t help that he’s only wearing a pair of faded grey briefs, through which he is quite overtly palming his —
Oh.
Oh.
“He’s totally a twelve, Pengin.”
As if summoned by Rin’s comment, Pengin4U — OK, OK, Pengin — promptly enters the frame to bat those openly hedonistic hands of Blue7SE’s away.
And —
Honestly...?
Pengin isn't half bad, either.
He’s got these endearingly round cheeks, an equally cute little button nose, and a wicked little moue to match. His honey-blond hair is about the same length as Blue7SE’s, but it curls rather fetchingly at the tips. He’s surprisingly toned, for such a dainty-looking thing. And while he’s a far cry from Rin’s type, he’s still pretty damn —
Cute, you know?
For a cheeky little twink.
It isn’t exactly a chore to look at him, at least. Unfortunately, though, Pengin also happens to be sporting an absolute eyesore of a — bright yellow — zip-up sweater; along with a pair of pyjama shorts that look comically big on him: pale blue ones, with some type of stylised fish pattern printed all over them.
Let’s be real, the shorts are —
Blue7SE’s.
Blue-chan’s.
Blue’s.
Rin knows that, with the very same — bone-deep — certainty he knows he’s sauntering down a real slippery slope, here.
Except.
Where’s the harm, though...? HERE’S ANOTHER WITH BLUE7SE FOR YOU GUYS!!!! isn’t a solo video. Try as it might, Rin’s overactive imagination simply can’t insert itself anywhere. There’s just no room left between —
Pengin and Blue.
And that’s OK, honestly. MY COCK will still be right there, the next time Rin finds himself wide awake at 0:56 AM.
Meanwhile, ‘blissfully’ oblivious to Rin’s increasingly jaundiced eyes tracking his every move, Pengin has already gone and made himself comfortable in between Blue’s loosely spread legs; all the way down by the mattress, where his broadly smiling face is —entirely — in view.
“Huh.”
That’s —
Unusual, to say the least, for a Japanese bloke posting under the amateur tag (especially one with features as distinct and unique as Pengin’s).
What doesn’t surprise Rin even half as much, though, is the eager way Pengin proceeds to tug the waistband of Blue’s briefs down and fit his — smiling, still — lips around the entirety of the freshly exposed cock in front of him; barely pausing long enough, even, to tuck some of his hair behind his ears and allow Rin an unobstructed view of Blue’s ‘fine specimen’.
It is, though.
Fine.
Rin’d already taken a gander at it before, of course, but he hadn’t yet been able to make out anything other than its rough size and shape; now that it’s been bared and burnished by a fine sheen of Pengin’s saliva, he’s quite honestly considering pausing the video — just as Pengin is coming up for air, so to speak — to simply stare.
Because.
“Blimey, ‘Blue-chan’. No wonder you’re such a crowd-puller!”
It’s just so —
Well.
‘Pretty’ sounds borderline emasculating and demeaning, doesn’t it...? ‘Beautiful’ is hardly any better, and ‘unique’ is possibly even —
Distinctive!
It’s a very distinctive-looking cock, that’s all. It almost looks like it’d been dip dyed, actually; which is something Rin hadn’t even known was possible on an uncut bloke before. The deep, dusky tones of its base really make the rosy-pink of the head pop. The shaft’s even got a nice little — upwards — curve to it, too. And —
Blue’s pubic hair is very neatly trimmed, just the way Rin likes it best.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuuuuuck.
Rin is just about gone for this bloke already, isn’t he...? The hand he’d never quite managed to retrieve from his sweatpants has long since begun to mimic the rhythm of Pengin’s bobbing head (all of its own accord, really), and he’s pretty sure his balls are about to go on the rise. To make matters even worse, he’s — increasingly, really — questioning the veracity of the f.w.b. tag.
The pyjama shorts aside, it's —
Blue, actually.
Mostly.
It’s the — fond, doting — way he keeps carding his fingers through Pengin’s hair; only ever pausing long enough to obligingly stroke the pad of a thumb across Pengin’s bottom lip and gently wipe it clean for him. And how very, very careful he is to keep his hips perfectly still — despite the persistent twitching and trembling of his thighs, the gradual slackening of his mouth, and the quickening of his breath — whenever Pengin takes him all the way in to the hilt.
It isn’t entirely one-sided, though; Pengin’s just a tad more occupied on his end, obviously, but he’ll occasionally cut these heated little glances up at Blue’s face that just scream —
Well.
Well, well, well.
Rin’s — totally — clocked them. He just has, OK...? They’re living together. They’re sharing clothes. They’re having sex with each other, making love to each other, on a frequent enough basis to be down with filming at least some of it for —
You know.
Public consumption.
Admittedly, there is still a — miniscule, infinitesimal — possibility that Pengin and Blue are simply fooling themselves. Irregardless, they aren’t fooling Rin anymore: as Coach Brown — bless his hardened, pitiless heart — would undoubtedly put it, the f.w.b. tag is complete and utter bull dust!
That’s fine, though. It’s hardly any of Rin’s business, after all. Besides, the publicly available side of Pengin’s account is quite obviously —
You know.
A storefront, basically.
The bloke’s got ‘Pen-pals’, for crying out loud! His face hasn’t been blurred or mosaicked. He takes requests. It stands to reason, then, that he’s got a vested interest in appearing sufficiently single for his deep-pocketed —
Err.
Good for him, honestly; seeing as Rin’s own public persona is arguably even more economical with the truth, he can really only tip his — swim — cap.
Except.
Roughly six-and-a-half minutes into HERE’S ANOTHER WITH BLUE7SE FOR YOU GUYS!!!!, Pengin suddenly decides Blue’s outrageously photogenic hard-on has had enough of a warm-up; at the tail-end of an otherwise entirely unremarkable mouthful, he abruptly lets it slip free from his lips to meet Blue’s treasure trail with a startlingly loud — and very wet, too — smack.
“Oi.”
Pengin merely laughs — giggles, rather — in response, unabashedly wiping his mouth and chin clean with the hem of his sweater. “Gotcha!”
That’s... it, though. Blue doesn’t say anything more, and neither does Pengin; which Rin might’ve found a little odd, at this point, if it weren’t for —
Well.
Their body language, pretty much.
While they may not be speaking to each other out loud, they are — palpably, really — speaking to each other with virtually everything else at their disposal: from the sheer intensity of Pengin’s stolen glances, all the way down to the incessant curling and uncurling of Blue’s toes (and every little movement, every little gesture in between); and while there’s no way for Rin to know what they’re saying, to him, it’s all starting to sound a whole lot like —
“Eat your heart out, Matsuoka.”
Yeah.
Well.
Rin’s more than used to hearing that, by now. So, naturally, he doesn’t look away when Blue — ungrudgingly — welcomes Pengin into his arms with a mercifully chaste little kiss to the cheek, makes short work of Pengin’s pyjama shorts (and the alarmingly pink boxers he’d apparently been wearing underneath), and blindly retrieves a bottle of lubricant from somewhere in between the pillows behind him; instead, Rin keeps watching.
And watching.
And watching.
And watching, as closely as he can stand.
Until, at — exactly — 09:09, Pengin kind of shifts, and Blue’s mouth instantly drops open as a result, and —
Rin can’t —
But.
He does.
He does watch, even as the backs of Pengin’s thighs — gradually, gingerly — meet the front of Blue’s, and Blue — reflexively, perhaps — takes Pengin’s face into his hands and brings their mouths together in a kiss that steals Rin’s breath just as effectively as it appears to have stolen Pengin’s.
It’s a startlingly charged, unrestrained kind of thing; something that sends such an intense rush of vindication and yearning through Rin’s bloodstream, that it actually takes him a moment to realise he can now make out —
An unruly fringe, parted just enough to reveal a glimpse of slightly furrowed eyebrows.
High cheekbones, dusted pink with arousal.
A sharp, elegant nose.
Impossibly long, pitch-black eyelashes.
And —
Starkly contrasting, almost defiantly bright eyes. Grey, maybe. Or sea-green, like Sousuke’s.
“Fuck.”
This bloke is absolutely unreal, isn’t he...?
2026 Rewrite Progress Line! (It'd be a total pain to do this off-site...)
Meanwhile, Pengin has apparently decided it's high time to take things up a notch. His movements, though, couldn't be any further from the things Rin had unconsciously been expecting of 'bareback' and 'riding into the sunset'. Instead, they're actually much closer in nature to the languid kisses Pengin is still occasionally trading with a contently humming Blue. The lucky little bastard just seems to have melted right into Blue's welcoming embrace, somehow, and has begun steadily moving his hips back and forth to an inaudible beat.
It's surprisingly laid back, too. There's nothing hurried or demanding about it. He's just barely undulating his pelvis, real slowly, without moving up or down.
Whatever it is that Pengin's doing, it's undeniably graceful and intimate. It almost looks like he is preforming some kind of sensual belly dance routine for Blue, really, who isn't at all shy about showing his appreciation by alternating between massaging the small of his partner's supple back and encouragingly grabbing handfuls of his pert little ass. Pengin seems to really thrive under Blue's roaming hands, too. And, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, he gradually ups the pace — and his range of motion — until their tame dance eventually resembles something far more seductive and carnal.
Rin, for his part, hasn't been this aroused in a long time. A long, long, long time.
He has never actually had more than a pair of his own fingers — shamefully unsure (and barely two knuckles deep), at that — up his ass, and it hadn't even been particularly pleasant, but that hardly stops his belly from flooding with warmth at the mere thought of possibly getting to ride someone just like this one day. 'Into the sunset', and everything.
Especially somebody like Blue7SE.
The guy just kind of appears to have an inexhaustible supply of self-restraint, you know? He's clearly 100% content to let Pengin call all of the shots. His hips never even seem to buck upwards in an instinctive bid to leave the mattress. In fact, he has barely even moved. And he hasn't once tried to rush things along (the way Rin has seen plenty of amateur porn stars do to lithe little things like Pengin), either.
He's being so very patient.
Gentle.
And attentive.
Although he does eventually rid Pengin of his awful, headache-inducing sweater. And then, when he's finally done chucking the atrocious thing to the floor, he briefly whispers something hot and incredibly intimate-looking into the only visible corner of Pengin's — perpetually smiling — mouth. It's nigh-impossible for Rin to make out any of the words without turning the volume up (which isn't really an option for him at the moment, unfortunately), though, but it had obviously been a spontaneous endearment of some kind. Maybe even something stronger.
Even so, the striking duo continues to be surprisingly quiet. For a pair of hot-blooded individuals shooting a home-made video in one of their very own bedrooms, that is.
Rin can't help but wonder if they're being mindful of the neighbours (or, perhaps, another occupant of their shared residence). Pengin does tend to let out a breathy little whimper every couple of seconds, but Blue always seems to be right there to swallow any particularly loud noises up. With a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Or two. Of his own.
Oh.
Blue might've accidentally slipped up....?
At the very least, it'd explain why Pengin — who kind of strikes Rin as a very vocal and noisy individual, if nothing else — hadn't responded to Blue's whispered comment in any way at all. Verbal, or otherwise. And it would also account for the fact that the two of them hadn't exchanged a single word up until then (a good sixteen-and-a-half minutes into what Rin can only describe as out-and-out lovemaking, no matter what the 'friends-with-benefits'-tag is so futilely trying to sell him).
Neither of them seems to be particularly bothered by the fact that Blue had broken character, though. Perhaps it's some kind of game for them, then? A challenge. It could even be a feature of all their videos together, for all Rin knows.
Nevertheless, Rin is hooked: Pengin4U and Blue7SE have got him completely wrapped around their joint little finger. And the realisation that he's kind of beginning to develop a tiny little online crush on Pengin's 'Blue-chan' — as shallow and artificial as the thing may be — is not an entirely unexpected one, either. It had probably been inevitable, hadn't it? The title and the description of the video he is watching definitely suggest Rin is far from the only one with a particularly strong interest in Blue7SE, after all.
And this is, of course, the moment Pengin decides to start riding Blue. In earnest.
Blue's splayed palms as good as immediately settle themselves on Pengin's hips in response, encouragingly stroking and lightly squeezing the skin they find there — without attempting to impede or control any of Pengin's movements, mind you — while Pengin braces himself on the headboard for support and throws his head back in a near-silent moan.
It's all still unexpectedly tame, and as unhurried as two healthy young men steadily approaching their orgasms can possibly be, but there's no denying it: they're teetering on the very brink of outright fucking now.
Pengin manages to keep it up for an admirably long time, too. His climax finally hits him, without his cock ever having been touched (courtesy of Blue's perfectly curved and angled cock, no doubt), roughly eighteen minutes into the video. The first two spurts of his release seem to land squarely in the middle of Blue's chest, and the rest of it gradually dribbles down in between their bodies. It's kind of a little hard to make out, though. But he is moaning just a touch more openly than before, now, even if Blue's hungry mouth still goes a long way to muffle the majority of the noises he's making.
Thighs visibly shaking with the effort required to keep moving right through the peak of his pleasure, Pengin stubbornly refuses to slow down until Blue is following him over the edge — with a barely audible groan of his own (that unsurprisingly goes straight to Rin's groin, of course) — at 18:56.
As the steady movement of Pengin's hips inevitably stutters to a halt, Blue's otherwise impeccable composure does crack.
There's an unmistakable thrust, for starters. And another.
And then Blue is outright heaving Pengin's entire body upwards — like he might not be a complete stranger to the bench presses and barbell bicep curls Rin is rather famed for being partial to, after all — in search of just a little more friction, just a little more sensation, until he's completely finished filling Pengin up with every last drop of his own release (and they're both gratefully sinking into the pillows behind them, at last).
Rin finishes a split-second later, himself, abruptly shooting his load all over the inside of his sweatpants. "Shiiiit," he groans, hurriedly burying his face into the fleshy part of his upper arm in a fruitless attempt to stifle the involuntary noises bubbling up from his chest (which is kind of feeling a couple of sizes too small for his lungs right now, at best). "That was insane."
By the time he's finally capable of opening his eyes again, however, the video has already stopped playing. And he has missed the last 25 seconds of it.
Damn it.
Cleaning up and changing into a fresh pair of pants feels like an absolute drag, but Rin somehow manages to struggle through it. And once he has finally crawled back into the pleasantly crisp refuge of his bed, he rewards himself by watching the rest of the video. It's nothing spectacular, though. Blue had simply guided the mess of his and Pengin's tangled limbs all the way down to the mattress (without pulling out, it seems), albeit very carefully, and had then proceeded to pepper Pengin's flushed face with tiny little kisses until the image predictably faded to black.
As a result, Rin suddenly feels a little bereft.
On a whim — and, perhaps, in an effort to distract himself — he decides to leave Pengin4U a heartfelt compliment:
He had hesitated — just a tiny, little bit — before hitting the [POST COMMENT] button, though, because the words his orgasm-addled brain had supplied his fingertips with are roughly 300% more candid than he is accustomed to allowing himself to be. But in the end, he hadn't been able to come up with a reason not to go through with it.
Where's the harm?
It's completely anonymous. No one — aside from Sousuke (who really has no business browsing gay pornography in the first place), perhaps — would even recognise the username Rin had chosen for himself back when he had first signed up for an account on X-SPOT.
There's no risk involved here at all. None whatsoever.
So, Rin bites the bullet. And then he immediately logs himself right out, of course. Long before he can even begin to regret any of his uncharacteristic actions.
It's 1:34 AM. By now.
He closes his eyes.
Sighs.
Waits. For his racing heartbeat to settle down. And for sleep to come and claim him. For a little while, at the very least.
And when his long-overdue slumber gets interrupted by the remorseless beep-beep-beep-beep of his alarm clock — at exactly 5:00 AM, that very same morning — he wakes up feeling surprisingly clear-headed and refreshed.