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(Wyatt goes to Sam's house for a visit. This story contains nudity and the characters fantasize about gore.)

After the school year, Wyatt had stayed in touch with Sam, chatting occasionally and mulling over the possibility of meeting up. They were unclear over whether it would be platonic or sexual, or both. They both believed that the ambiguity was part of the fun. One day, they finally met up at Sam's place while his family was away, leaving them both to their own devices.

Wyatt knocked on the door and was greeted by Sam, wearing jeans and a thin tank top. Wyatt himself was wearing a yellow t-shirt and skinny jeans.

"Hey man, come on in." The living room was pristine, everything neat and in its place as if it was a scene for a commercial. "You can just come on to my room. Don't wanna mess with anything in here."

They both went to his room which, apart from the light clutter, was just as clean as the common room. They both sat down on the bed. "You have no idea what I had to pull to get permission for you to be here. I had to give my mom your phone number, your whole background. You're lucky I didn't know your address or social security."

Wyatt chuckled. "Why do you still need your mom's permission? We're both adults."

"Well that's the question, isn't it?" Sam shrugged in aggravation. "My mom has a way of making you feel like you can't say no. She kinda finds herself past your boundaries, forcing you to push her back if you don't actually want them crossed."

"That must be fun."

"No kidding. I fucking hate living here sometimes. I love my family but they drive me crazy. I miss the dorms, and I'm glad I get to go back soon."

"Is that why you wanted to live in a dorm?"

Sam sighed. "All my life, I've been bogged down by responsibility, no matter how much I've tried to escape it. That's part of the reason why I love space, and hopefully get to go one day. Lesser minds are scared of it, all that nothingness, but I see salvation, liberation. They think it makes us insignificant, but I think it's calling to us."

Wyatt stared blankly. "I might be scared of it, but I definitely don't think it makes us insignificant. Just because we're small doesn't mean we're worthless. Even supermassive black holes are small compared to the amount of empty space in the universe."

Sam smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were a lesser mind. Maybe I shouldn't be so judgemental. I'm tired of being marooned in this house, in this country, on this planet, when I know I could make it in greater places."

"Some would call you an escapist." Wyatt chuckled. "I wouldn't, but some would."

"Some could suck it." Sam turned on his TV. "Wanna watch me play video games with my shirt off?"

"Absolutely!" Wyatt didn't bother concealing his excitement.

They both took their shirts off, sitting next to each other with their torsos bare. At one point, Wyatt sat behind Sam and started touching his body, rubbing on his belly and pecs. Sam would be distracted by the intimate contact, falling and dying more than once, especially when Wyatt fingered his belly button.

"Gonna be your turn soon." Sam turned his head partially to address Wyatt. "I hope you like me groping you."

Wyatt laughed. "Don't threaten me with a good time. And it's not my fault you have such nice tits."

Sam burst into laughter. "Sorry, I've just never thought of them that way."

"Well I have." Wyatt thought for a moment. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

"If you were gonna kill me, how would you do that?"

Sam paused the game, then turned to look at him. "Like, for business or for pleasure."

"Mmm, both."

Sam turned fully around. "Well, for business, I'd probably just put you under a hanging heavy object and drop it on you. Depending on how heavy it was, your body and brain would be mush before any of your pain receptors got the chance to relay the information."

"Merciful. Interesting."

"Of course, but that's business." Sam touched Wyatt's belly, earning him a quiver. "As for pleasure, I'd put you under my boot and slowly crush your stomach. I'd put all of my weight on you until your abs couldn't take it anymore. Then, as the finishing touch, I'd stomp you really hard one good time with all of my weight. With luck, your guts would shoot out of your ass."

Wyatt's penis swelled like a balloon. He hadn't anticipated an answer involving his insides, but it was a pleasant surprise. "Holy shit. That's really fucking hot."

Sam sighed in relief. "I'm glad. I'm also glad I didn't scare you off with that. So, how would you kill me?"

Wyatt lied down, letting Sam continue to play with his body as he answered. "I'd throw you on the bed, or any surface, grab a large knife and stab you right in the belly button. I'd make the hole deep enough so it goes into your abdominal cavity, and wide enough to fit my hand in. Then I'd stick my hand in the hole, digging until I reach your intestines, then grab a loop and pull it out. I wouldn't completely disembowel you, just grab that loop and lead you around with it. If you didn't come with, or couldn't, I'd just hand it to you and force you to hold it to keep it from falling on the ground."

Sam almost came in his jeans as he said that. He had no idea he could have such fantasies in the first place, but he felt he found a kindred spirit in him. He stared at him with his mouth partially open.

Wyatt laughed. "That good, huh?"

"Oh, oh yeah, that good indeed. I kinda wish you would do that to me."

He put his finger in his belly button. "But then you'd probably die, or at least, you'd have to explain to your parents how your insides ended up on the outside, and it'd be this whole thing."

"Yeah." Sam seemed almost genuinely disappointed. "Maybe one day we'll be immortal, or can regenerate flesh very quickly, and then we can fuck each other up as much as we want. Maybe I'd stab you and stick my dick in the hole."

"Oh God, yes. Cum in between the slices in my intestines. Let the blood, shit, and cum mix together.

"You're so beautiful when you talk like that." Sam caressed his face. "I'd lay out your whole digestive system while you sucked me off."

"Then maybe I'd stab you, too, and then we'd tie our severed guts in a knot so we'd die tied together."

"Oh shit." Sam moaned and his eyes rolled backwards. He came in his jeans, soaking through his underwear and leaving a damp spot on his jeans. He blushed.

"It's okay. I'll join you."

Wyatt pulled his pants down, unsheathing his long member. A few strokes of it was all that was needed to launch cream in Sam's direction, who stood in front of it and let it hit his body. A few seconds later, they both laughed, and began picking up their soiled clothes. Wyatt put his jeans back on, while Sam put on a pair of fresh shorts.

"I think you should wash my jeans, since you're the one who made me cum." Sam handed him the bag he put his jeans in.

Wyatt laughed. "If you want them, you better come and get them when you come to my place."

They spent the rest of the day still shirtless until it was time for Wyatt to go back home. They hugged and parted ways for the day, thoroughly enjoying the time they spent together.