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“Hey, bro!”
Calico Jack’s apartment is, as usual, a mess. There’s a distinct unpleasant scent in the air that Izzy doesn’t want to even try to distinguish. Overlying it is the stench of weed, as well as something burning.
Izzy raises an eyebrow as he steps inside, keeping his shoes on for the moment. “Might want to check your oven,” he says in a dry voice. CJ’s eyes widen and he runs for the kitchen.
“My brownies!” he shouts. Izzy follows him to the kitchen just fast enough to remind him to use oven gloves as he pulls a tray from the oven. They don’t smell great, but weed brownies rarely do. “It’s alright,” Jack says with a sigh, setting them down. “A bit burnt, but they’ll taste fine. First batch came out great. Want one?”
“Sure,” Izzy answers, accepting one of the middle pieces from a pan of cooled brownies, of which one is already missing. He’d come over to get high, after all. It’s what he most frequently comes over to CJ’s for. Despite his mediocre cooking skills, he has a talent for edibles.
The brownie itself is pretty solidly decent, but, most importantly, chocolatey enough to cover up the taste of toasted marijuana flower that hides in the cookies. Izzy takes a bite, and checks his watch so he’ll know when to expect to feel it by. CJ puts the rest of the brownies on a plate and takes them into the living room, which, in CJ’s studio apartment, is just past a half wall and not really a different room. The table is covered in crap, but the couch itself is at least clear and mostly clean, so Izzy sinks down to it and keeps eating his brownie.
“How is it?” CJ asks, a smirk hiding under his moustache. He goes for the remote, turning on the TV, but then pulls out his phone to start streaming something. “I found this fucking hilarious video, you have to see it.”
“It’s good,” Izzy answers after swallowing. The brownie is one of Jack’s better batches, baked perfectly. He isn’t surprised when the video Izzy just has to watch ends up being on a porn site. All of the ads are for porn or sex toys. Like a fucking Pavlov dog, Izzy feels his cunt start to fill with heat, start to get slick. It’s not his fault he always has the most mind blowing sex when hanging out with CJ.
“Just watch this, it’s so fucking stupid,” CJ says with an enthusiastic giggle.
The video starts with some guy standing in front of a wall that is clearly made of paper, pointing a flashlight at it. Written out is the alphabet, and Christmas lights. An overlay declares the video as “STRANGER THINGS: AN XXX PARODY”. Izzy groans softly and puts his head in his hands, but continues to watch.
Doing his best job at acting, the porn star - a pretty basic looking guy - asks “What is this?” and inspects the wall. Behind him, a hand breaks through the paper wall, and then a face, but instead of a giant monster like in the show it’s just a naked guy making a screeching noise. CJ laughs uproariously, and Izzy manages a chuckle. It’s pretty stupid.
“Who are you?” the first guy yells, not doing a great job at the whole pretending-to-be-scared thing, and the naked man–whose cock is hard, now that he’s fully on screen– declares:
“I’m the demogorgon! Or… something,” he sounds very unenthused.
Izzy raises an eyebrow.
The “demogorgon” shrugs. “We should probably fuck.”
Jack howls with laughter as the naked guy pushes the shorter man back onto the couch, tossing the flashlight to the side with a clatter. The naked man climbs over the couch, above the other one, and just like that his cock is in the other’s mouth. Izzy’s own cock pulses a little, because, well, fuck. He hasn’t gotten laid in a while. Maybe not since he last hung out with CJ, if he’s being honest.
CJ watches with interest, chewing on his brownie as they watch the extended blowjob scene. It’s not the hottest thing Izzy’s ever seen, but also not uninteresting, so he keeps watching as well. He’s honestly getting a bit bored by the end of that section, until it switches to next scene and the other man is suddenly naked, and having his cock sucked in a different position, but- fuck. The shorter guy, Izzy didn’t realise, is trans, and the other guy is enthusiastically licking his tdick and cunt in a way Izzy can tell wouldn’t actually feel that great. The trans guy’s voice has gone high, though, as he moans and rides the guy’s face. Fuck.
It hits him suddenly that Jack is showing him trans porn. Most of the stuff they’ve watched together, that CJ has put on because it’s “hilarious” and Izzy “has to see it” has ended up being hentai or straight porn. The occasional gay one has been in there. But Izzy doesn’t think he’s seen a trans guy in any of it so far. He doesn’t know why it’s so shocking. The other thing is that he recognises this site. He subscribes to it. It costs money to see these videos. Not a small amount either.
Izzy glances at CJ as subtly as possible, and, yep, he definitely has a boner already. Izzy feels his face flush a little bit. Jack’s subtly rubbing at the front of his pants, intermittently taking bites of his brownie.
It’s not like it’s a surprise, either that CJ pays for porn or that he pays for trans porn specifically. He’s been fucking Izzy, of course he’s got some attraction there.
The porn stars are fucking, the taller man pounding into the pussy of the smaller one, and Izzy’s cunt pulses out a little bit of slick. He resists the urge to sneak a hand into his pants, though he doesn’t quite know why.
They cut to a new position eventually, and Jack sighs heavily. “There we go. Had my first brownie… about an hour ago.” He laughs softly, glancing over at Izzy. His eyes are a bit glazed, and he looks relaxed. “Hey, bro,” CJ says in a porn-y voice, before covering up a giggle. “Can I suck your cock?”
Izzy rolls his eyes at him, but he’s already shifting to get his shorts off, pulling them over his shoes. “Yeah. Whatever. Fine.”
Izzy gets his shorts down just before CJ lays on his stomach on the couch, looking up at Izzy. He still has his boxers on, his packer tucked into a pouch and pinned to them, but Jack reaches for the waistband. He glances up at Izzy, waiting for a nod before he pulls them down as well. He nudges Izzy’s legs, bare except for his socks and shoes, pushing one leg up over the back of the couch and the other down off the front, spreading his thighs. Izzy lays back against the pillow, sighing softly as he feels the brush of CJ’s moustache over his cunt.
“Fuck,” Jack moans, reaching under Izzy to grab his ass. He pulls him up, tugging a squeal out of Izzy as he leans in and licks from Izzy’s asshole, up his cunt, finishing up by lapping around his cock. And, fuck , it feels good.
CJ pulls away, licks his lips and grins up at Izzy. “Look at this three course fucking meal.” He shoves his face into Izzy’s pubes, sniffs and licks, like a nasty fucking dog. Izzy groans and reaches down to push him away.
Jack reaches up and picks a hair out of his mouth, and just grins up at him. “Something wrong, bro?”
“Fucking gross,” Izzy grunts, pushing his head to the side, but he can’t help a bit of a laugh. “Go on, then.”
CJ licks his lips again and leans in, pushing his tongue straight into Izzy’s pussy, starting to fuck him with it. Izzy has to take a measured breath in and out to avoid reacting too strongly. Jack moans like Izzy’s slick, hairy hole is the best thing he’s ever tasted, though he turns his gaze away from Izzy’s face and… back towards the TV. The fucker is still watching porn even as he eats Izzy out.
Izzy looks over at the porn as well, and his cock pulses a little, because that guy’s cock is pretty fucking big, stretching out the other guy’s cunt, and it’s a fucking hot sight. He keeps his hands out of CJ’s hair and to himself, resting them on his thighs and watching along with Jack. He can’t help an occasional moan as CJ settles from enthusiasm into lazy licking. He moves from Izzy’s cunt to his cock, wrapping his mouth and sucking on it leisurely like he’s fucking nursing. It feels damn good, even though it’s not going to get Izzy to come.
The video ends after both guys come, and Jack lifts his face just enough to locate his phone. “Put on another? Dealer’s choice,” he says with a grin, before diving back in.
Izzy sighs as CJ goes for his cunt again, squirming and wriggling his hips for a moment, trying to urge him to do more. He takes the phone, though, starting to scroll for a new video. This site mostly has the same sorts, a conventionally attractive cis guy and trans guy having fairly vanilla sex. He picks another at random, and it starts to play.
“Not gonna come if you don’t do a bit more,” Izzy says, softly complaining.
CJ just hums against his cunt, licks his cock, and pulls back for a moment. They make eye contact, and it’s more intense than it has any right to be. “You’re not going to come until that brownie kicks in. Then I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking see. Yeah?”
Izzy lets out a breath, staring for a long moment, before he finds himself nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”
He quickly turns his attention back to the porn; the couple now sixty-nining on screen. He spreads his legs wider as CJ goes back for his cock, lapping at it lazily as he watches the video as well. Izzy tries to keep his breathing even and not let on how attractive he found it for Jack to order him not to come just like that, and then declare with certainty how much he’s going to make Izzy come. It makes him shiver, gush a little, and he can tell from Jack’s pleased smile that he’s noticed.
They keep going like that, watching a few more videos, before CJ pulls back and licks his lips loudly. Izzy rolls his eyes and raises an eyebrow.
“What kind of porn do you normally watch?” Jack asks, and then he casually sticks two fingers in his mouth, either lubing them up or cleaning them off. Izzy doesn’t want to know. “When you get off.”
Izzy blushes a little, looking at the video again before answering. “A combo of stuff. Mostly straight, I guess.” Mostly because the majority of trans porn is vanilla as hell and he likes imagining himself in the mix, so he prefers a cock and pussy to be involved. “Dungeon porn, most of the time. BDSM stuff. Or, like, I don’t know. Gangbangs?” He doesn’t know why he feels so weird about what he watches. He doesn’t want to see CJ’s expression, his response. “Why? What do you watch?”
Jack grins. “Little bit of everything. I try to be multifaceter-ed,” he mispronounces. He reaches down and pushes his two fingers into Izzy, both at once, and Izzy gasps softly. He’s not the gentlest. “All genders, all combinations, all races, a little bit of every kinda kink.” He shrugs. He seems actually a bit proud of himself. “It’s a bit of a hobby, really.”
CJ starts to rock his fingers back and forth, not too fast or insistent, not enough to get him to come. But, fuck, it all feels so fucking good.
“Pull up one of your favourites? Or something you think you’d like,” CJ says, finding Izzy’s g-spot. Izzy gasps softly, clenching around the fingers that immediately target onto that spot, bringing him higher and higher into pleasure without being overwhelming.
“Fuck. Okay. Yeah.” Izzy pulls up pornhub and finds one of the dungeon sites he likes, and decides fuck it, finding one of his favourite videos. It involves a sybian and some pretty intense bondage, and a whole lot of squirting. “I don’t remember exactly what’s in it.” But he knows whatever it is, he’s gotten off to it before.
CJ turns to watch intently, leaning down to start sucking Izzy’s cock again while he focuses on the video. It starts out with a flogging scene, which includes some nice impact to the porn star’s cunt as well. Izzy can’t help but react to that, and Jack raises an eyebrow, but otherwise doesn’t respond.
The next scene is a different position, though all the bondage in this video is done with metal, which he also finds pretty hot. This is the scene with the sybian, and the woman’s nipples are tortured during it. That doesn’t do as much for Izzy, but the squirting orgasm on the sybian really does.
Somewhere around then, the edible kicks in. Izzy moans softly.
CJ looks up at him, studies his face for a moment, and then grins. “It’s hitting, isn’t it?”
Izzy nods, smiling a little down at him. He can instantly tell this is a strong fucking edible. He’s not going to be able to hold himself upright in a few minutes.
“Awesome. I got something for this, hold on, let me find it.”
He pulls his fingers out of Izzy and steps away, wiping them on his pants as he goes to find what it is.
A particularly loud moan pulls Izzy back into the porn, his hand drifting between his own legs to rub at his cock as he watches the porn star coming again on the sybian as the dungeon master fucks her throat. Izzy swallows and jerks off, idly wishing CJ might fuck his throat, but otherwise with a pretty empty mind for the moment.
CJ returns, holding a… cock ring? With bunny ears? Izzy doesn’t quite understand. It’s a weird shape.
“I thought,” Jack says, very high but clearly still excited, “you might want to sit on my cock and let me play with your cock. Bro,” CJ adds with a sly smile.
Izzy looks at him, fingers still on his cock, and groans. “Sure. Fuck. I’m not gonna be able to do much here,” his words are slow, a little slurred together, his thoughts taking a moment to get out his mouth. It feels fucking great.
CJ steps close, looking at least a bit more functional. He’s a lot more used to being high than Izzy, at least. He pushes a hand into Izzy’s hair, something he hasn’t done before in the few times they’ve gotten high together and watched porn and ended up fucking. The energy tonight is more charged. But it’s the right thing to do, because Izzy just melts, his submissive instincts kicking in. Jack has guessed correctly.
And then he fucking pulls, and Izzy can’t help a whimper, and CJ smirks. “ Oh, you’re cute,” Jack says softly. Izzy looks up at him, mouth a little open. “You’re a kinky little fucker, aren’t you? Want me to spit in your mouth?”
Izzy groans softly, and opens his mouth fully as he nods, because fuck , yeah, he wants that.
It’s worth it for CJ’s grin, and then he spits down, not just dripping put pushing it out, and it lands hard on Izzy’s tongue, and it’s fucking disgusting, and he’s going to come right on the fucking sofa. Jack tugs his hair again.
“Dirty slut,” CJ says, but he says it like it’s something to be awed by, something special. Izzy smiles up at him. “You don’t have to do anything but sit in my lap and come.”
CJ takes off his shirt, first, scratching his hairy stomach, and then his pants and underwear. His cock is big, and Izzy salivates at the sight of it, even though he knows he’s not getting it in his mouth.
Jack pulls a condom from seemingly nowhere and pulls that on his cock, then tugs the cock ring on. “That’ll let me stay nice and hard inside you for a nice long while.”
And Izzy understands that. Cockwarming is definitely a kink of his, though not one he’s explored in real life. Usually he imagines just having to sit still, but the idea of doing that and being made to come is just as, if not more appealing.
CJ sits on the couch, and pats his lap. “Face the TV, we’re gonna keep watching.”
Izzy moves slowly, the world pitching a little as he moves, but eventually manages to straddle CJ’s lap backwards. Jack stabilises his cock while Izzy sinks down on it, moaning at the stretch. He gets most of the way down before leaning back against CJ’s chest. Jack wraps an arm around Izzy’s stomach, pulling him back against him.
“Daddy’s gotcha,” CJ says, and Izzy can’t help the way his cunt clenches, even as his face reddens at that. Jack’s other hand comes to Izzy’s cock, rubbing at the tip of it. “Good boy,” he says, and Izzy’s cunt clenches again. He moans softly. “ Good boy. Daddy’s gonna play with your little cock until you come for me, okay? And then again, and again, and again, until you’re begging me to stop.”
Izzy moans, sinking against CJ, putting his whole weight on the larger man, and Jack chuckles and pinches his cock. Izzy whimpers.
CJ takes one hand away, ignoring Izzy’s whine, and puts on another porn. Time floats by, meaningless to Izzy’s brain, floating from the edible and from the subspace he’s started to sink into. Moans come from the tv, and Jack sets his phone down, hand coming back to Izzy’s cock. Izzy moans.
“Watch!” CJ urges, and Izzy drags his attention to the screen. It’s a video of someone being walked on a leash in public. Izzy clenches and can’t hold in a moan. Fuck. “I know, right?” Jack responds as if Izzy had said something, and that just makes him clench again, and CJ laughs. He rubs at Izzy’s cock properly, circles over the head with a good deal of pressure, just the way Izzy likes it. He needs it a little hard, a little rough, or it doesn’t feel good. This feels so good it’s hard to focus, especially with how CJ’s cock still fills his cunt and stretches him wide. He’s in fucking paradise.
CJ doesn’t move anything but his hand, watching the porn over his shoulder, his other arm wrapped around Izzy’s waist. Slowly but steadily, Izzy creeps his way towards an orgasm, panting softly in CJ’s arms.
“Gonna come for me, bro?” Jack says in his ear, and Izzy can’t help his whine. He’d kind of preferred the Daddy talk, if he’s being honest. CJ bounces him a little, and Izzy’s eyes cross. He grabs onto Izzy’s cock and Izzy wails, held on the edge. “Come for Daddy, you little slut.”
Izzy does. CJ’s fingers return to rubbing, and Izzy comes, he comes so hard he can’t fucking see. Weed has always made his orgasms stronger, but fuck.
Jack’s hand suddenly leaves him, and Izzy lets out a confused little sound. CJ laughs softly. “Just changing the video, darlin’.”
He does, and this time it’s a video of a bondage gangbang in some sort of store. Izzy moans, definitely into that concept, and clenches down again, even rocking back and forth a little. He thinks he understands the game.
CJ’s fingers roughly rub him through another orgasm, and another, and the fun thing about weed is that sometimes Izzy doesn’t even feel like he has a limit to the amount of times he can tremble and melt and pulse around Jack’s cock. He can definitely keep going like this for a while.
A few of the videos turn him off, but he still watches them, still lets CJ rub him off during them. It comes around to some fisting porn, and Izzy comes with a wail watching some guy getting punch fucked. Jack laughs so hard it almost shakes Izzy off his cock.
“Noted,” CJ says after he’s through with his laughter, pressing a few fingers against the stretch of Izzy’s pussy around CJ’s cock.
Izzy shivers, but shakes his head, and CJ backs off. Izzy’s not sure if he’s disappointed about that.
CJ goes back to rubbing at his cock, and Izzy goes back to leaning against him and floating through time and space, his head empty and full of everything in the world. It feels fucking incredible. “Good edibles,” Izzy says, after several more orgasms have quietly washed over him.
Jack chuckles against the top of Izzy’s head. “They must be, to make you all sweet like this,” he teases.
Izzy rolls his eyes, squirming just a little. “I’m not sweet,” he complains. It sounds far too petulant. “Fuck me already. C’mon.”
CJ laughs, holding Izzy tight to him. And then, out of nowhere, he slaps Izzy’s cock.
Izzy clenches hard, thighs tightening up, gasping, his back even arching a little.
CJ just laughs at him again, and then he’s moving to lie on his back on the couch, Izzy laying back over his stomach. He slaps down on Izzy’s cock again, and Izzy’s eyes roll back.
“ Fuck,” he enthuses, and Jack pinches his cock roughly.
“Oh, yeah, you like that, don’t you baby?” he says, voice a little rough. “That’s what I’ll do if you’re a naughty little brat. Spank your cute little dick.”
Izzy just whines, especially as CJ’s hand comes down hard over his cock again. He can’t hold in a moan. “Daddy!” he gasps, unable to help himself. CJ lets out a moan, and Izzy feels his cock pulse this time. “Not gonna, fuck, not gonna make me want to be good.”
CJ laughs, starting up a rhythm of spanking his cock. Izzy’s eyes fall shut and he arches up into it, fucking himself on Jack’s cock in time with the slaps.
“Fuck, you dirty little thing.” CJ sounds like he’s grinning. “Gonna come just from this, aren’t you?”
Izzy frantically nods. “Yes! Fuck, yes, Daddy, gonna come just from this!”
And he does. CJ’s hand comes down with a particularly hard slap and then he starts rubbing and all of a sudden Izzy’s coming, and he feels that urge to push and he can’t help himself, and then he’s squirting in a solid jet halfway up to the ceiling.
“Fuck yeah!” CJ practically shouts, continuing to rub even as Izzy yelps and reaches down to push his hands away. Jack doesn’t let Izzy push him away, though, pinching and pulling at his cock meanly.
“ Fuuuuck , Daddy,” Izzy groans, melting on top of CJ, completely boneless. Jack starts thrusting into him then, and Izzy comes again, maybe twice, or maybe it just lasts fucking forever.
“Fuck! Izzy!” CJ cries from behind him, and then grunts several times, and Izzy realises he’s coming into the condom. He thrusts a few more times, and tugs at Izzy’s cock, before laying back, relaxed and not removing Izzy from his cock.
“Pretty good sex, bro,” Izzy says after he’s finally caught his breath. Calico Jack laughs so hard he almost shakes Izzy off his chest.