Alfred/Gilbert
In The Basement….
"Dude, Francis, why are we in the basement?" Alfred asked.
"There's more room down here for awesome, no?" Francis answered with a smile.
"Whatever!" shouted the frustrated Gilbert, "Let's get on with this! I want to show this little twerp who's more awesome!"
Alfred turned toward Gilbert in anger, "Little?! I'm not little! I'll drop my pants right now and show you!" All Gilbert did was blush and stand there.
"Onhonhon," interrupted the Frenchman, "As much fun as that sounds, let's start the competition." Francis gave each of the men a boom box. "The first challenge is a music challenge. The person to come up with the most awesome song is the winner."
Alfred smirked, "I know exactly which song." He pressed a button and then all of a sudden, *"America, Fuck Yeah! Comin' again to save the motherfuckin' day, Yeah America, Fuck Yeah! Freedom is the only way, Yeah," came blaring through the speakers. Alfred put the box down and started head banging.
Gilbert's jaw dropped, but he quickly composed himself, "My song is way more awesome than yours!" He clicked the button and, *"I like German Sparkle Party, Sparkle Party Sparkle Party. I like German Sparkle Party, Sparkle Party Sparkle Party," Gilbert grimaced at the song but he just went with it. Grabbing a broom, he started playing the air guitar.
Francis was mortified by what he saw in front of him. He got a pervy idea and formed his signature rape face, "Dick measuring contest! GO!"
In the heat of the moment, both Alfred and Gilbert ripped off their pants and started stripping down to nothing. After they were naked, they kept dancing to their songs. While the dancing, nude men where distracted, Francis grabbed their clothes and ran out of the basement, locking them inside. They were both too sidetracked by their awesomeness to notice, until Alfred's song ended. He ran up the stairs and yanked on the doorknob, but it was locked.
"Umm, dude?" Alfred said to Gilbert, but the German was too busy shaking his bare ass to notice. "Dude!" he shouted again. Finally, Alfred walked over and turned off Gilbert's box.
"What the hell?" asked Gilbert. He smirked, "Does this mean that the awesome me wins?"
"No way man," Alfred said, "Francis ran off with our clothes and locked us down here."
"What!?" the German shouted. He ran to the door to test it and it was true. "This sucks!"
"Dude," Alfred said, "Why do you have a lock on the outside of the basement door anyway?"
Gilbert blushed and looked down, "No reason." When he looked down, he couldn't help but notice the American's cock. Gilbert suddenly realized how naked they truly were and his face turned almost as red as his eyes. He turned around and sat down on the floor, watching his own manhood grow harder. This was kind of an arousing situation, two people forced to be naked inside of a room together. 'No, stop it Gilbert, you hate this Alfred guy,' he thought. 'How could this be turning you on?' As he thought this, Gilbert just got harder, 'I'm so confused.'
Alfred looked over at the pale, naked German sitting on the ground. He had his head in his hands as he looked down…at what? Could he be turned on? The thought made Alfred get ideas; looking at the well-muscled, masculine man, the American had to have him. "Yo, bro," Alfred said, "Whatya hiding there?" he smirked.
Gilbert looked over his shoulder at the American, not even trying to hide his Florida. Flushing, he shouted, "Keiner der dich verdammt noch mal (None of your damn business)!" He turned back around and pouted. Gilbert felt a warm hand on his back, at first he froze in surprise but he quickly recovered and started to turn to look at Alfred. "What the hell are you—" Gilbert didn't even get to turn around because Alfred forced him to look forward. The German felt an arm wrap around his stomach and another on his chest. A wet tongue swept down his neck and something hard pressed between his ass cheeks. Gilbert's member twitched, "A-Alfred…," his words suddenly stopped when the American bit down on a sensitive spot on Gilbert's neck and he let out a little moan. Realizing the situation, Gilbert tried to struggle from Alfred's embrace. "Wait, whatever you are doing, you need to stop!"
This just made Alfred hug him closer and tighter, "Why?" he asked. "This is fun, I'm enjoying it," he used his left hand to play with one of the German man's nipples. Gilbert started breathing heavily, "and it seems like, you're enjoying it too." Alfred looked down over Gilbert's shoulder to see his twitching erection. He struggled a bit more until Alfred finally let go of him. Gilbert stumbled a little and fell forward onto his forearms, on his knees with his ass in the air. For a moment Alfred seemed not to be there behind him, almost like he left. However the next thing Gilbert felt was a wet tongue pushing into his asshole. Gilbert decided, despite his ever hardening erection, he wasn't going to take this. He was too awesome to be on bottom; especially to this silly, little (figuratively speaking) American, he was going to kick Alfred away from him and beat him up. Before Gilbert could go through with his plan, Alfred brought his hand up to stroke the German's shaft quickly. All Gilbert could do was moan with pleasure, it felt so good.
Right as soon as he was going to climax, Alfred stopped pumping him and swiftly wrapped what felt like a leather ring around Gilbert's cock and balls. He didn't really care about that, all he wanted was for Alfred to continue.
"Why… did you.. stop?" Gilbert asked pleadingly. Pleadingly? PLEADINGLY? The awesome Gilbert does NOT plead for things. He turned over to sit and looked down at his cock; the leather was snug against the base and his scrotum. "What the hell is this?"
Alfred smirked, "I don't know, I found it in that closet," he pointed behind him. "It had instructions and everything, your brother is so efficient" Gilbert blushed, he knew what it was. He was hoping to trick the American so he would let him go and just take care of himself in the bathroom or something. Alfred kneeled down between Gilbert's spread legs, "There was even one with a tomato on it, but it was a bit too small for you." Alfred grabbed Gilbert's sensitive arousal measuring his girth with his hand. Gilbert gasped when Alfred licked his tip. Smirking around Gilbert's cock, Alfred took as much as he could into his mouth and started sucking… hard.
"Ficken Hölle (fucking hell)!" shouted Gilbert as he moaned from the pleasure the American was giving him. He was soooo close, so very close. Alfred used his skillful fingers to stretch the German's asshole. Right when Gilbert thought he was going to reach his peak…. he didn't. "Was zur hölle (what the hell)!" he shouted in frustraition reaching down to take the strap off. Before he could, Alfred grabbed both his wrists, climbed on top of Gilbert, and pinned him to the ground.
"If you give me consent to fuck you, I'll take it off," Alfred said. This time his face was serious, no smirk or smile; a straight face. Gilbert whined a little, but nodded. Alfred gripped his wrists tighter, "No, I want you to say it."
Gilbert blushed; he wasn't going to tell another guy to fuck him. However, when the American started grinding his hardness onto Gilbert's, he groaned and gasped. "Alright! Fine! Fuck me!" Alfred dropped his head to Gilberts and their lips met in an open mouthed kiss; tongue's dancing as passion filled both of them. Breaking the kiss, Alfred grabbed some lube he had already found in Ludwig's closet. He rubbed some on himself and on Gilbert's hole. He got into position and…..