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Spencer Submits
(Faye Valentine)

Unable to take another sleeping pill, Spencer tossed and turned for hours as his brain refused to do anything other than think about everything that happened. And when sleep finally came his dreams were filled with all manner of gay sex and imagery. In one dream he was walking through the local park minding his own business when he was suddenly surrounded by a group of eight well-built men who took him repeatedly despite his claims of being straight. In another his legs were bound and spread wide as a long line of men took him from both ends at the same time whether he wanted them to or not. In the third he had before waking, he was sitting at his favorite restaurant with his girlfriend Amelia. He had just taken a bite of steak when she confessed to being born a man. It was at that his eyes sprang open and he looked down to see the tented blankets.

"Son of a bitch," he groaned. Throwing the blankets back, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to relieve a full bladder and then to take a shower before getting started on his day of sitting around doing nothing ??" an activity he thoroughly hated but could do nothing about ever since the coronavirus pandemic forced him into unemployment. Feeling a tingle in his asshole, his thoughts went back to taking Mason's fist the night before. His eyes went to the bottle of lube still sitting on the nightstand where he left it. Telling himself he never wanted to do it again, he nevertheless grabbed it on his way into the bathroom.

After emptying his bladder, Spencer got down on his hands and knees. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought as he lubed his right hand. He lowered his head and reached back. Despite the stinging sensation three fingers went in fairly easily causing him to bit his lower lip to stifle the moans he knew would draw his brother-in-law's attention. After a minute he was taking four fingers to the knuckles. He added more lube and spread his legs a little wider. Tucking thumb into palm, he thrust his fingers in and out as hard and deep as he could stand. His asshole stretched to accept it. Five measly minutes is all it took for him to go wrist deep. Ignoring his hard cock, he fucked his hand in and out of his ass. Beads of pre-cum barely had time to form before he shot his load all over the bathroom floor.

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Not bothering to get dressed after his shower, Spencer walked through the house and found Mason in the kitchen making a lunch of ham sandwiches and chips. "I just came twice in the last forty minutes from fisting my own ass. What in the hell is wrong with me?"

"Absolutely nothing," Mason said as he took in his brother-in-law's naked form. "Want me to take care of that for you?" He pointed at Spencer's hard cock.

"No! But yes. God, I'm so fucking confused right now. I'm not gay, but I want you to suck me off. I want to feel your dick sliding down my throat making me gag. I want to feel you pounding my ass with hand and dick. Jesus, Mason, I want to bend you over the table and fuck your brains out."