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Langa shuffled around in Reki’s closet, looking for a spare work shirt. None on the coat hangers. He stood on his tippy-toes and slid one of the un-taped cardboard boxes from the top shelf, almost toppling over as the weight of it fell into his arms.
Reki slid his bedroom door closed behind him. “Did you find it?”
Langa set the box on the ground cluelessly, kneeling to open the flaps and sift through the mountain of old clothes it contained. He knew there probably wasn’t going to be a work shirt in there, but when he was about to give up, his hand caught on something hard. Rubber?
“It should be on one of the coat hangers. Those boxes are just old shit, man,” Reki said, settling down on his bed next to where Langa was kneeling on the floor.
“I know, but-” Langa grabbed the hard rubber thing, pulling it out of the box to show Reki. It was a see-through, light blue, thick, long cylinder-looking thing. Did it have… veins?
Reki gasped, standing up from the bed with a burning red face’. “Langa, put that back!”
Langa’s forehead tensed. “Why do you have a fake penis? Was this for halloween?”
“No, it’s-” Reki smushed his face into his hands and groaned. “Don’t worry about it.”
“It's a Christmas decoration?”
Reki turned his back to Langa. He groaned again. “You’re so stupid.”
Langa frustratedly wrapped his other hand around it, bending it sideways. When he let go it flopped back straight up. “Is it for men’s body positivity?”
“It’s a dildo!” Reki snapped, turning his head to peek at Langa with the tips of his ears flushed red to match his hair.
Langa stood up, still holding the ‘dildo’ and looking at it suspiciously. “Oh, okay,” Langa said, “what does that mean?”
Langa knew full well what a dildo was. How could he not? He was 18, after all, and had spent the majority of his life freely exposed to the dark depths of the internet. But… Reki didn’t know how much of a freak Langa was. He thought he might be able to get something interesting out of this situation.
“Dude, seriously? You’ve got to be messing with me.” Reki sat back down on the bed with his shoulders slumped forwards and his red face freely exposed, like he’d given up trying to hide. It’s too late now, Reki , Langa thought, now I know you like to stick things up your ass and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Langa sighed, eyeing the dildo like it murdered his entire family. “I’m not messing with you. What do you use it for, Reki?”
“Well,” Reki started, his leg jittering in place, “It’s, like-”
Langa stroked down the side of the dildo as he egged Reki on. “Yeah?”
Reki’s leg bounced faster. “I- its, have you-”
“Have I what?” He grasped the width in his hand.
“Well, you must watch porn, right?” He said, looking away sheepishly.
Langa nodded. “Occasionally.”
Reki bit his lip. “Okay, well, sometimes the people in the- in the videos, use fake… private parts, instead of real ones. To please themselves without needing someone else.”
“Oh!” Langa brightened, jiggling the blue rubber dildo in his hands, “I think I've heard of that before.”
“Yeah…” Reki muttered.
Langa hummed, satisfied with Reki’s confession he managed to string together. “You stick this up your ass?”
Reki sputtered before he managed to speak. “I- well, why else would I have it?” He still refused to meet Langa’s eyes.
He had to bite down, hard, on his lip so he wouldn’t laugh or even crack a smile. From here was where his grand plan would be put into action – the one he came up with multiple weeks ago when he’d first found Reki’s dildo.
“I still don’t get it,” Langa said, dropping the dildo. With a smack It suctioned to the ground and stood straight up. “Can you show me how to use it?”
“What is there to not understand?” He mumbled, staring down at the dildo ashamedly. “Dude, just watch dildo porn and you’ll get how it works.”
“My mum has access to every site I use.”
“Incognito mode?”
“She disabled it.”
“You can’t disable incognito mode.”
“Well apparently you can, because my mum did.”
Reki scoffed. “Why do you want me to show you how a dildo works so badly? Sounds like someone has a crush, man.”
Langa averted his eyes. “Yeah right,” he said, then looked back at Reki with the most innocent face he could muster. “Can you please just show me? I’m curious, and now that you mentioned it I won’t be able to sleep until i fully understand.
Reki was silent for a second, so Langa quietened for a minute to let him consider. Reki’s foot bounced noisily against the floor before he finally said, “Fine. But you have to… you have to do it with me okay? Otherwise it’d be super embarrassing. I have a spare.” He reached under his bed, pulling out what looked to be a lolly bag. Instead inside was another blue dildo.
He dropped it, letting it fall and suction on the ground close to the other.
Langa nodded. “So… what do I do?”
“Take off your clothes?” Reki said before pressing his lips together with a red face, “Or, I mean, you could just pull your- pull your pants down?”
Langa let a laugh slip out from his nose. “Are you taking your clothes off?” He asked nonchalantly.
Reki’s brows furrowed as he stared down at the dildos. “I guess.”
“Then I will too,” Langa quickly agreed, already fumbling to tug down his jeans.
Reki stared unapologetically as he followed suit and pulled his own shorts down, and before Langa, let his boxers slip down to his ankles. As Reki kicked them away, Langa paused. Reki was… pretty. There really wasn’t any other way to describe it - an ideal length, neatly groomed, a little pink in colour. Langa wasn’t trying to perve, but he was definitely perving.
Langa was bare now, too, and he felt a little better when Reki also stared at him. It was a mutual thing now, so it wasn’t as weird. Right?
“Now what?” Langa asked with an innocent smile that was really to mask a laugh he was trying so hard to not choke up.
Obviously, the next step was to shove their fingers up their asses - but the question was, were they doing it to themselves, or each other? And had Reki washed his butt recently? Langa didn’t want chocolate coated fingers. Although he did fancy a chocolate coated strawberry.
Reki’s face brightened in its red colour. “Dude, you have to be joking!” He groaned, before he must’ve realised that Langa ‘wasn’t joking’ (he, in fact, wasn’t joking, he was simply making Reki explain how to masturbate because he found it funny (okay, maybe it turned him on)). “Jesus Christ. Okay, we just have to… do you know how to- finger yourself?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. You could do it for me?”
Langa had certainly fingered himself, and on many occasions at that. One instance that stuck out specifically to him was when his mum walked in on him squatting on top of the toilet seat with a couple fingers shoved up his backside. He didn’t want to think about that ever again.
“What?”
“Would you like me to repeat it?”
Reki audibly gulped and cringed. “Nope, I heard you just fine, thanks man.”
“So… you will?”
“Why would you-”
“Please, Reki?”
Langa stared at him desperately.
“Fine!” He uttered, scrunching his face up. “Fine.”
“Okay, where should I go? On my knees?” Langa squatted down with his dangly bits swaying in the open air, then leaned forward onto his hands into a sort of dog position. “This good?”
“Fantastic,” Reki muttered in a tone that Langa wasn’t so certain about, and sat behind him.
Reki made a little noise that had Langa turning his head to look at him. Reki was staring, wide-eyed.
“You good?” Langa asked, shifting his legs to scoot closer to Reki.
“I-” Reki began, then squeezed his eyes shut, “dude, your ass is like, right there.”
Langa found it difficult to shrug in this position. “So? It’s not weird. You’re just showing me how to use these, right? He gestured to the dildos. “Friends always do this kind of thing.”
Reki huffed. “Must be an American thing.”
“You mean Canadian?”
“Same thing.”
“No it’s not!”
Reki slapped a hand against Langa’s ass cheek, probably accidentally. “Shut up and let me get on with this bullshit.”
There was already the faintest pull of a pleasant twist in his stomach – if Reki kept touching his ass and cursing, Langa would have a full on raging boner in less than a minute, probably.
Langa twitched when a warm finger pressed against the between of his buttcheeks, sliding down until Reki found Langa’s tight ring of muscle and pushed against it slightly.
He bit his lip. Langa hadn’t realised how much different someone else touching his butthole would be in comparison to himself doing it. It was much more… sensitive? His penis twitched upwards, more blood being pumped into it as his stomach tightened. And Reki had barely done anything yet.
Reki almost sounded like he was laughing, but Langa was trying too hard to not let his legs shake to look at him. There was too much excited tension in his bones.
“Geez, dude, I haven’t even started,” Reki mumbled, then took his hand away for a second. Langa could hear something being pulled open, Reki’s bedside table, then shut again. Reki’s finger returned to his ass wet and cold. Langa shivered. “Sorry,” Reki apologised.
His finger, now wet and slippery, pressed straight onto his asshole this time. Reki wiggled it a little before saying, “you’re okay with this?”
Langa nodded, and opened his mouth to say something that quickly turned into a small groan when Reki pushed his finger through the muscle and into his asshole. Langa’s head fell slack as he breathed harder, his penis still twitching upward in delight. Reki was probably only a few centimetres deep, but just feeling a part of Reki inside of him, even just a finger, turned him on beyond comprehension. He was fighting with his body to not squeeze around Reki’s finger like his horniness so desperately wanted him to.
Reki must’ve heard him heaving. “You good?” He asked with a nervous tone as he paused from pushing any further.
“Yeah,” Langa’s heart raced, “it's just not what I expected. Keep going?”
Reki hummed in agreement “Yeah,” and then Langa felt fuller as Reki’s finger pressed in further.
Langa really, really wanted to know what Reki was thinking. He was touching Langa’s probably second most sensitive spot. Langa was vulnerable, and he trusted Reki like this. Did Reki realise that? Or did he just think Langa was some kind of manwhore?
Another finger slipped in next to the other one. It didn’t hurt, because Langa had already loosened himself not many days before, but it certainly wasn’t moan-worthy yet.
A bead of sweat dripped down Langa’s forehead as the fingers pulled up and down slightly inside of him, barely creating friction. He didn’t mean to, but he rocked his hips back just a little. He was getting impatient and it did help a little – with Langa’s help Reki’s fingers started working a little faster, twisting and pulling apart from each other. Langa bit his bottom lip to try and mask a pathetic little whine as his dick throbbed in place. He was clenching his stomach unwillingly – it was apparently his body’s way of holding back the pre-cum that was already trying to squirt out.
Langa’s whole brain was Reki, Reki, Reki, and a third finger was added, this time only quickly plunged in and twisted around before Reki pulled out completely. Langa hadn’t realised he’d been holding his breath until he opened his mouth. “Fuck,” He muttered sat up slowly, turning around to sit facing Reki.
Reki looked like a tomato that’d seen a ghost. “...Yeah.”
Langa blinked. Reki blinked.
“So-”
“I can show you now,” Reki interrupted, “and then you can… join me?” He visibly cringed.
Langa nodded and a little mischievous half smile slipped onto his face. “Yeah.”
How hadn’t Reki noticed how loose Langa was? No wonder he fell for his little scheme. Reki barely seemed to question anything Langa said – like, ever. Langa could probably get whatever he wanted out of that fact, but maybe that was a little too messed up. Just this was enough… for now.
Reki shuffled his bare ass across the floor, first spreading lube over the dildo, until he hovered over it on his knees. He adjusted above it so that it was aimed right at his butthole, then sunk down a little with his hand on the fake penis to hold it in place.
Reki about to fuck himself on a dildo was… hot, Langa thought. Who wouldn't think that? It was Reki, for god sake. He was hot.
“Did you even… prepare yourself?” Langa asked, unabashedly staring at Reki’s dick and balls.
Reki shook his head no, looking down to get the dildo in the right position. “I, ah- I was already prepared enough.”
Langa’s cheeks went warm. “Ah,” he breathed. So then… Reki had been masturbating recently. Langa wondered if maybe he and Reki had been masturbating at the same time last night. How cute would that be?
With his jaw clenched, Reki slowly dropped down onto the dildo. He squeezed his eyes shut as he went a little further down, only about a quarter of the way, then bobbed in place. He let out an exasperated breath. “Fuck, dude, I always forget how big this thing is.”
Langa looked down at the dildo, then to the other spare one that he was supposedly about to use. Langa’s dildo was both thicker and longer by only a couple of inches. He raised an eyebrow and came to no justification, but decided just not to ask. Maybe Reki had his own scheme, too.
Reki was half-way down now, his face scrunched up and red. Maybe that’s why Langa had the bigger one – Reki could barely handle the small one. Maybe Reki was better at being the fucker than being fucked? Langa enjoyed that possibility. He wouldn't mind either way, actually – if it was Reki, it was Reki.
Maybe a minute of painful-looking bobbing up and down later, Reki finally started to move more loosely.
Only when Reki dropped his hips lower and groaned quietly was when Langa remembered he still had a huge boner hanging out between his legs. And a butt that really wanted Reki’s fingers back up it. Anyhow, he’d be fucking a dildo when Reki gave the go ahead, so he supposed he would be okay soon.
Reki’s dick looked hard as a rock while he bounced on the dildo - it barely moved, only occasionally jolting when Reki seemed to hit his sweet spot with a little grunt from his clasped mouth.
“Lan-” Reki’s hips sunk down with his head thrown back and whimpered with his eyes still set onto Langa. “Langa,” He breathed shakily, still fucking himself, “you start now?”
Langa’s stomach twisted at Reki practically whimpering his name. It was something he’d only dreamed of until then. Reki was, apparently, already so lost in the pleasure that the only sentences he could form were those probably spoken by cavemen.
Nonetheless, Langa pushed himself across the floor and squatted behind the spare dildo as Reki kept going on his, and steady pace of the lube squelching and sometimes a pleasing throaty noise from Reki continued.
Langa clenched his stomach so the sight of Reki wouldn’t send him spiralling. “I just do what you did?” He asked, shifting so he was lifted up above the dildo slightly. To be frank, Langa hadn’t ever used a dildo before. The most he’d ever done with his butthole was stick up a few fingers – he wasn’t brave enough for sex toys. He kind of envied Reki for owning some. Maybe he had more?
Reki’s attention seemed to snap from his own pleasure to Langa in an instant. “Lube,” he said, swiping the lube across the floor to Langa.
Langa squeezed some out and lathered it on the dildo, the cold plastic now slippery against his hands.
Before he could start, Reki asked, “Langa, is this… gay?” With a fake penis up his ass.
Langa’s mouth dropped open. “Ah, of course not. Are you okay?”