"SINCE when do you sleep in so late, hm?" Cheryl kissed her husband on the cheek, petting his arm. "Are you feeling alright, dear?" She asked, concerned, since a man like her Christopher would often be up and about on his farm even before dawn. It'd been thirty minutes past the hour of 9, and Bang was still asleep. "Should I run into town to get you some drugs?"

Christopher twisted along the bedsheets, ready to wince and whine at the fresh pain in his backside if not for the woman standing near him. "Cheryl," he called, eyes wide, searching his fogged mind for an excuse," I feel too tired today, is all. I did quite a bit of work on the farm yesterday; corn almost ready for harvest. So I'll take today off." He forced a crooked smile, quick to accept the realization that he could do nothing with his wife in the house, because she'd notice the change in his walk. "You know what? You can go to the Hans today," Christopher blurted against the pillow, scoffing playfully at the way Cheryl's eyes lit up.

"R-really? Well, thank you," she almost skipped, pecking her husband's lips, "Your breakfast is on the table. And I'd like to take Cherry with me."

"Thank you, and gladly. You both can go have a fun day today, okay?" Christopher smiled, pretending to go back to sleep.

When Bang was certain of his wife and child's absence, he forced his way up from the bed; the occasion of being filled the previous night boasting the full potential of its after effect. The depth, inside, at which he had felt indescribable pleasure when Peter was stretching him open felt sore, and the man struggled to walk stably.

Christopher was unsure of how exactly to deal with the situation at hand. He didn't know of herbal remedies or stretch positions that he could practice in order to ease the pain in his anus.

But despite the despised upbringing of shame, from his actions, Bang could not deceive with the claim that he didn't enjoy it. He couldn't avouch that he didn't relish Peter's dominance, and Peter as just Peter. That young husband had managed to open his eyes for the witnessing of something new. Something that Christopher wished he had experienced before getting married to a woman, simply to adhere to society's mores.

Christopher already craved a repetition of his transgression with Peter again. He wanted to sin in the field with Peter again. Or even better, in the comfort of a warm bed surrounded by the walls of a home. But with wives, Bang dreaded the realistic impossibility of such desires.

Troubled, he limped into the pride of his indoor plumbing for a thorough wash to the face, scrunching his nose upon observing his swollen eyes in the mirror. And for a moment, Bang zoned out; partially detached from his unfortunate reality. His mind conditioned itself for hospitability toward one sudden, reasonable question; how was Peter that much of an expert on the steps to homosexual pleasure? For a married man of his caliber, Han was rather experienced in that sphere of romantic relationship.

But Christopher soon rid the mental distractions and redirected his figurative eyes to the glass of those beneath his parted eyelids. He stepped into the concreted section for a cold bath to ease his nerves for the morning. But, unintentionally and unspeakably humiliating, Christopher hummed a subtle moan. And his coarse hand arrived at the upper section of his waist, imagining that it was Peter teasing him, whilst the cold water on his skin substituted for the cool breeze he felt the night before.

      Its temperature confidently rebelled against the biological expectation to calm the heat blazing down to his manhood.

But then, to both the dissatisfaction of his hormones and thankfulness of his dignity, Christopher was shaken from his fantasy when a foreign pattern of knocking could be deciphered from the front door. So he quickly rinsed off, wrapping a brown bath-towel around his waist before strolling to answer the determined visitor.

"G'day- oh. Pete- Peter," he stammered, shuddering at the presence of his temporary lover from the night before, "W-what're you doing here? Didn't my wife visit your home?"

"I wanted to see you," Peter answered, chewing on his lower lip as he scanned Bang's torso, smirking at the view of water droplets lingering at various spots and cracks on Bang's toned stomach; strands of curled hair on his chest varnishing the frame of his attractiveness. "Can I come in?"

"Y-yes, of course," Bang cleared his throat, moving to let Peter in before peeking outside, nervous that a passerby would grow curious about his shirtless invitation. "How are you?"

"I should be the one asking that," Peter chuckled, walking up to Bang with excess confidence, lifting his arms around his neck. "How are you feeling? I noticed the limp."

"Well," Christopher sighed, hands instinctively hugging Han's waist before he leaned down some, to peck the latter. "Just a little sore, nothing to worry about."

"Hm... mmm," Peter kissed Bang again, hormones prompt in hijacking the collected exchange into a heated, sloppy tango between their plump flesh. "Shall I make it up to you?" He looked up with wide eyes, the innocence in his face fully contradicting the hardening length in his pants. "We could try something different."

"Peter," Christopher whispered, shaking his head. "Not now. Not here. My wife may sense a difference in the bedroom. It's not wise-"

"C'mon Chris~" Han protested, reaching for another kiss. "Last night was to simply show you how it's done. But I'm sure that you'll enjoy today better. Besides, I've somewhat craved this," his palm gripped a crotch; not his, "inside of me," he giggled against the man's lips, teasing Bang's penis through the cloth. "The women will be occupied for a while, so we have time."

"Peter," Christopher sighed, leaning away and chewing on his lower lip in contemplation. "This is chancy. We could go to jail if someone were to find out. And it's day time, Peter. This is- I'm afraid."

"Mr. Bang," Han shook his head, dropping his arms from the elder's torso to instead hold hands. "Where's the bedroom?"

Helpless to the carnal instructions of his flesh, Bang sighed, leading the way to his matrimonial bed. "Are you certain that you want to do this?" He asked again, gulping. Apart from the impulsive reluctance, Bang himself really did want to do it. He honestly craved the feel of a different material of walls clenching around his cock in pleasure. But he was skeptical of Peter's knowledge; concerned as to how deep it went, or how safe it was for participating parties.

Christopher's heart pumped rapidly against his chest, anxious, when Peter pushed him back-first onto the bed, straddling directly after.

"D-don't be loud, alright?" Bang requested, waves of fertilized arousal coursing through his body mercilessly. He thirsted Peter, almost as much as the desire to keep his attained status and freedom as a citizen.

"I know," Peter laughed, unwrapping the damp cloth from Christopher's waist, towel flung to the side of the bed together with his own trousers. "Now do you remember what I taught you last night?"

      "Of course... but you're on top."

      "That's because we're doing it differently," Peter smiled smugly, scooting lower on Bang's thighs for more comfortable grip on his cock. "Have you ridden an ass or a bike as a child?"

      "Y-yeah I did. Quite a few times..." Christopher answered, confused, eyes rolling back when the younger started small pumps on his member. "W-what does that have to do with anything?"

      "Everyday, hm?" Peter sang, scooting lower to lean down and leave light kisses on the tip of Bang's penis, "I wouldn't mind riding you everyday."

      "Peter," Christopher arched his back when the man went down on him, hand trailing its way to grip the black hair, holding on to it through the trials of Peter's head's up and down motion. "Pe-Peter where d-did you lear- fuck- where did you learn to do this?"

      But then it dwindled, the pleasurable sensations. It still lingered, but the favored movement and vibrations were no longer prominent.

      Bang opened his eyes due to the the slowed pace, greeted with Peter stilled from the sucking, the length in his mouth and eyes staring blankly beneath him.

      "Peter?" Christopher called twice, raising both eyebrows when Peter only disregarded his concern with the abrupt continuation of his bobbing; tip abusing his throat with every drop. "Peter, you alright?" Bang began to pant again, deciding to leave the young man be in fear of being withheld from a needed orgasm that morning.

      "Almost there," Bang stammered, grumbling a swear when Peter let him go with a wet pop at the tip, smirking as the eldest scrunched from the denial. "Why did you do that?"

"I have something better for you, Mr. Bang," Peter smiled as he scooted higher up the man's thigh, but it was patent that his smile lacked the same vibrancy as before. "Give me your dominant hand."

"'re you alright, Peter?" Christopher asked, voice holding a higher level of worry as he rested his right hand against Peter's chest. The younger looked so attractive with his shirt buttons and their holes separated, hanging loosely on either side of his torso, pink buds showcased before the smooth skin, begging for Bang to taste. "You seem distant, suddenly."

"I'm fine," Peter muttered, taking three of the older's fingers into his mouth, covering up his lack of enthusiasm with a seductive manner of sucking. Content with the lubrication, he pulled the fingers out of his mouth, getting off of Christopher to remove his boxers.

Mr. Bang blushed as he eyed the dick, that had fucked him not long before, slap against his twitching one, groaning when Peter lifted himself slightly, with both hands prepped to his side.

      "Should I put them in?" Christopher asked, a shallow frown forming on his face at the observation of an almost blank expression on Peter's face. "Peter, are you 100% sure of this?"

      "Put one in," Peter sighed, biting his lip as the elder's finger surrounded the outskirts of his rim. "I'm fine, hm? Just hurry and do me."

      Complying, Bang slipped a finger into the man's hole, humming when the walls clenched around his index. He worked it in and out, adding a second when Peter whimpered, nodding and drooling into his neck. His idle hand found and squeezed the younger's waist whilst he scissored him open, sucking, with caution, on Peter's exposed skin at the addition of a third.

      "I'm ready," Han sat up, strings of saliva dressing his chin, down to his chest. He then aligned himself with the elder's dick when Bang pulled out his fingers, resting his hands against the man's unshaved chest for support. He lowered himself carefully, letting out a breathy chorus of moans and swears as he tried to adjust to the new size, a high pitched whine leaving his lips when his ass slapped against Christopher's hip. "F-fuck. You're huge."

      Christopher smirked at the comment, gripping and spreading Peter's ass cheeks, pleasured by the change of roles. "And you're so tight."

      Peter grinned, strained due to the girth stretching him open, before lifting himself, mindfully aiming down again; a steady, calm pace initiated. His jaw slackened and eyes rolled back when Christopher bucked his hip by accident, tickling Peter's prostate.

      "So- so good," Peter moaned louder when Bang spread his cheeks for wider access to his hole. He soon quickened his pace, Christopher in turn bucking his hip upward every time the younger went down on him.

      "B-baby I'm close," Christopher panted after a few minutes, thrusting up violently into Peter, too caught up in the feeling to think over the pet name before it could slip. And neither did he notice the shocked yet oddly thrilled expression on Peter's face.

      Bang wasn't aware the slightest of what that name sparked in Peter's partially hardened heart. He didn't know the very standard of memory that it brought back. "Baby?" Han mumbled too low for the older to hear, still moaning and whimpering as Bang continued to abuse his prostate. "I'm close too," he said loudly that time, soon releasing in between them both.

      Christopher wasted no time before shooting his own load; the uncensored paint coating Peter's walls white. "I think I like it better this way, Peter," Christopher smiled, stroking Peter's clothed back. "And I think you do too."

      "I definitely do," Peter chuckled, "As I said, I only fucked you the first time as an introduction."

      And for a moment, the men didn't shift positions, cuddled, until Peter got up to clean them up, surprising Bang, once again, with his knowledge and cautiousness in the given situation. "Go get some clothes on before your wife comes home," he sighed, sliding on his underwear and bottoms.

Watching as Christopher stood, naked, in front of his closet, Peter couldn't help but smile. His heart relaxed at the admiration of every detail of the man who was blindly willing to experiment with him; the man that understood him. The man that had unknowingly tied a knot in his heart when he uttered the syllables of a romantic nickname.

"You're so experienced," Bang smiled proudly as he pulled a T-shirt over his head, sliding on some underwear. And then he paused, thinking to align his tongue with his thoughts to verbalize the supposedly unheard inquiry a second time. "But I can't help but wonder where you learned to do it like that, and so well."