Cocklust

[briacon429]

That week, we put our other sex toys to good use. Chad was partial to the anal wand; he made me fuck him with it a half-dozen times, in a half-dozen different ways. Personally, I was more into masturbators myself, especially when used in conjunction with a cock ring.

We both liked the dildos, which were still getting plenty of action. We especially liked to do what we called an instant flip: I would bottom for Chad while at the same time fucking him with his dildo, or vice versa. It was pretty hot to think we could each have the other's dick inside of us at once.

Chad also stopped wearing underwear, and he started wearing a jockstrap instead. Nobody knew about it but me, yet he wore it all over campus. It got me hard just thinking about it: I loved knowing that his butt was freely bouncing around in his pants, while his package was safely secured.

Of course, when we were alone, I took fiendish delight in peeling his clothes off. The strap looked particularly sexy when it was the only thing he was still wearing. I especially loved being able to fuck him with the strap still in place.

By that point we were practically inseparable, even more so than before. Since I had access to his place-- in the form of the frat house-- I knew it was high time he had access to mine. So I gave him my spare key, and he immediately put it to good use. He brought an extra toothbrush that night, and over the course of that week, he brought over more and more of his things. By the weekend, he had so much stuff at my place that there were was no more walk of shame.

That was also when Chad started growing out his beard. I didn't like it at first, because the longer his stubble got, the itchier it was. I actually avoided kissing him for a while, at least on the lips. But once his beard filled in, the itchiness went away, and I found I really liked it. It made him look that much more manly, which was especially hot when he was getting pounded.

With each day that went by, I learned new things about him, like the fact that he was farsighted. He could usually get by without glasses, but he did wear them if he had to stare at a screen for long hours. His glasses were designer, so they made him look cute and sophisticated. I asked him to wear them more often, but he wouldn't.

Some of his quirks did exasperate me. Whenever he came home-- either to his place or mine-- he'd drop his stuff in the middle of the floor, where I'd always trip over it. He was totally disorganized too, so even if he just needed a pencil, he'd need to go hunting for one. He spent so much time rummaging through his things that I wondered how he ever got anything done.

At the same time, some of my own habits drove him nuts too. Apparently I bit down on my fork when I ate. No one had ever complained to me about that, but Chad kept bringing it up, so I started getting self-conscious.

"Just use your my lips," he said at lunch one day, "not your teeth. Like you're giving a blowjob."

"That's a helluva way to put it," I said.

"Here, let me show you." Then he climbed under my table, pulled down my pants, and wrapped his mouth around my pole.

"Oh shit," I said. I could hardly see what Chad was doing, but I sure as hell could feel it. He was an expert at using the soft parts of his mouth: he ran his tongue around my cockhead, and he slid his lips down my shaft. Then he started bobbing up and down, and he sucked me as hard as he could.

"Mm," he said between slurps. Then he took his mouth off me and started jerking me off. "God, I love this. You've got the hottest fucking dick...."

"More like the hottest fucking boyfriend," I said.

Chad seemed to love when I talked to him that way. He went right back to sucking my cock; he stroked the base of my shaft with one hand, and he played with my balls with the other. His grip was strong enough to feel manly, yet tender enough to be pleasurable-- which was exactly how I wanted it.

"Baby," I said, "I'm getting close."

Chad didn't miss a beat. He kept right on sucking like his life depended on it. I felt his tongue against my pee hole, and at that point I couldn't hold back.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as I busted in his mouth.

Chad kept going till my dick finished shooting. Then I felt his throat contract as he swallowed. He kept stroking himself as he did it, and I could tell he was about to bust himself.

I didn't want Chad's load to go to waste, so I joined him under the table, and I put my mouth on his cock. It only took a few seconds before he let off a grunt. The next thing I knew, I had a mouthful of sperm.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said as his orgasm died down. Then he finally let out a deep breath.

I gulped down his cum, then moved up to his face, and I gave him a salty kiss. "Did I pass the test?" I asked.

"What test?"

"About not using my teeth."

"Oh. That." He grinned. "You got me distracted."

"I didn't hear you complain."

"That's because I didn't," he said as he gave me one last kiss.

I'd assumed our coming out was behind us, but it turned out it wasn't. I'd never noticed how many people assumed we were straight. We kept getting asked about girls, often in passing, from people who didn't have a clue. A couple of dudes found out we were Kap Eps, and they immediately asked us which sororities were hottest, and what the girls were like in bed. One professor even said something in class; she asked a few girls about their boyfriends, and boys about their girlfriends, without giving it a second thought.

I didn't usually say anything, but that only made the awkwardness worse, since it made me feel like I was back in the closet. The alternative was to keep coming out over and over again, like I was caught in Groundhog Day or something.

One night I was writing a paper when my phone rang. I assumed it was Chad, so I answered the phone without checking the caller ID. "Hey," was the only thing I said.

A split second later, I realized it was my ex. "What is this I hear about you being gay?"

I was tongue-tied for a second, but then I forced out some words. "I-I dunno," I said. "I mean, who the hell told you that?"

"Fucking Kevin," she said, "who heard it from your mom."

I gritted my teeth. I'd never given Mom permission to tell anyone. "What the hell?"

"'What the hell' is right," Erica said. "She ran into him at the grocery store, and he asked what you were up to, that's the answer he gets?"

"Oh for shit's sake--"

"Are you trying to deny it?"

I paused. "Well no--"

"Is that why you broke up with me?"

"No," I said. "Back then I didn't know."

"How could you not know? I always knew I was attracted to guys--"

"It's not that simple."

"Were you thinking of guys when you were having sex with me?"

I debated how to answer. I had to admit I'd fantasized a little, not about gay sex per se, but definitely about orgies and stuff. The more I looked back on it, the more obvious it was that sex with her had never been that great. But I bit my lip.

"Okay," she said before I'd had a chance to respond. "That's all I needed to know."

"Now listen--"

"You broke my heart, you asshole!" She was half-crying, half-yelling through the phone. "I wasted three years of my life on you! I swore I was going to get married to you, and have kids and everything--"

"Wait. When did I ever agree to that?"

"Junior prom," she said. "Remember how you took me out to the river?"

"I didn't exactly propose to you."

"You sure as hell made it sound like we had a future. You were talking a big game about being a hotshot lawyer--"

"Uh yeah, about that--"

"Now my mom is sick, probably dying, and the man I loved is gay."

"Wait a minute--"

"What am I supposed to do now?"

"Look," I said. "I'm sorry about your mom."

"No you're not," she said. "You just want one more excuse to kick me while I'm down."

"Kick you while you're down?" I said. "I didn't choose to be gay. Not that I'm complaining or whatever, it's just... well, if I had to do it over again, I would've started dating guys in high school, which would've saved you the trouble. But you know what? I can't undo that shit, and neither can you."

Erica was silent for a moment. Then she cleared her throat. "I really cared about you," she said. "I even told Amy, the last time I saw her, I hoped we could figure things out--"

"Oh God," I said. "Is that seriously what you talked about? At Rosie's wedding?"

"Yeah. How'd you know about that?"

"It was all over my Facebook. Between Amy and Kevin and Johan--"

"You talk to Johan now? I thought you hated the guy."

Aw shit, I thought. I knew I'd said too much, but I tried to play it down. "He sent me a friend request," I said. "I figured what the hell."

"You know he's a cokehead now too?"

"Cokehead?"

"Yeah. He was acting all weird at the reception. He was sweaty and jittery, and I saw white stuff on his nose."

I frowned. I didn't know what to make of that. I was tempted to call Johan about it, but I wasn't sure if I should. I just knew I needed to change the subject. "Sounds like that was a hell of a wedding."

"Yeah," she said, "that's one way of putting it."

"Anyway, I don't really know what to tell you," I said. "I mean... it wasn't easy for me to admit I was gay. But I got to be good with it, and you're gonna have to be too."

"Can you still say you loved me?"

"Erica, don't do this."

"Do what?"

"I have a boyfriend," I said. "You need to respect that."

"Is he anything like me?"

I debated how to answer. "Don't go there," I eventually said. "It wouldn't be fair to either of us."

"I still care about you, Scott. Even though we're not together anymore."

"I know that," I said. "And I care about you too. But you and I are never going to work out. So you're best off moving on." I felt bad even as I said it, but I knew it was true-- and I knew there was nothing to be gained from beating around the bush.

Erica was silent at first. At first I thought we'd gotten cut off, but then I heard her let out a sigh.

"Listen, I gotta go," I said. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

"O-okay...."

"I hope your mom is all right... say hi to her, all right?"

"All right, thanks," she said, and then she hung up.

By then, my stomach was in knots. Her call seemed to have gotten under my skin in more ways than one. I wanted to talk to Chad, but I didn't know how to broach the topic, especially the part about Johan.

I didn't want to call Johan directly, so instead I checked his social media. I looked for any sign that he might be in trouble, but he hadn't posted much. Of course, I also knew he went on gay websites, so I also looked for him there. I felt like a bit of a troll, but I couldn't think of a better way to do this.

I ended up finding him on Vitruvian Men. He was still calling himself YoDude, and he was using the picture I remembered from Grindr. According to his profile page, he'd been using their forums for years, yet he only had a handful of posts. The most recent one was just entitled "Why":

I must be a lost cause. Why is it so fucking hard to meet guys? I'm lonely as fuck but all I can find is a meat market, and I only seem 2 attract assholes. i can never get someone i like to like me back. every guy I want to go for stops talking to me after they get to know me and won't even acknowledge my existence. I've gotten so paranoid about being abandoned that I am afraid to meet new people and then I fall into an awful cycle of self-hate.

I did hook up a couple times w/a dude I thought I liked. I actually knew him years ago, then found him on Grindr when he needed a quick fuck. I really liked it and wanted to keep doing it. I thought we could be bf's, but apparently now hes got a bf of his own & doesn't seem to want to talk to me?!? not sure why it bothers me so much. I mean, we were never a couple, so it shouldn't concern me! But I can't stop thinking how he's got someone & I don't, n its starting to drive me crazy, making me jealous and turning into a creepy obsession.

I just can't figure it out. I feel like I'm not hard on the eyes, but it doesn't seem like other ppl think so. Its so fucking pathetic. I dunno who in their right mind would ever love or have sex with me? I've never been in a long term rel & feel like I'm going to grow old alone. Nobody to share my life with. Fml...

I felt my blood pressure rise as I re-read the post. Johan was clearly talking about me, and as far as I was concerned, he had no business complaining about any of this. Besides, even if I was still single at that point-- and if I'd been interested-- he knew I was off at college, so dating would've been easier said than done. And even if we put that aside, did he think posting this shit would make him seem attractive?

I tried to gauge if Erica might be right, if Johan might really be on drugs. It was hard to tell from his posts, though he clearly had his share of issues. His other posts were just as self-pitying as this one; they all kept complaining about something or another. A bunch of people had responded to his posts, trying to reassure him. But he never seemed to respond back.

Part of me did feel bad for him, but I wasn't sure what to do. I needed to talk to someone, so I e-mailed Nick and Jay. By that point, we'd had struck up a pretty good rapport. They were the first gay guys I'd confided in on a totally platonic level. I felt like Chad and I needed more gay friends, and I figured Nick and Jay were a start, even if I only knew them online.

I had just finished typing up my message when I heard Chad's key in the door. I scrambled to hit "send" right before he stepped inside.

Chad clearly knew something was up. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said as casually as I could. "Just... drama between some old friends."

"That sucks," he said. I hoped he was buying my story, but I couldn't quite tell. He just threw down his bag and plopped on my bed. I tried to brush off what I'd just found; I shut my laptop and joined Chad on the bed. But I didn't feel like doing anything-- at least at that moment-- so I just held him tight.

That Friday was my twenty-first birthday. I spent the day fielding tweets and texts, some of which were more sincere than others. My mom called me early that morning, which I appreciated, though I had other things on my mind.

"Mom," I said the first chance I got, "did you seriously tell Kevin about me?"

"Well yes," she said. "And I told my new hairdresser. It turns out he's gay too! He's fabulous, by the way. He gave me plenty of tips--"

"You're kind of missing my point."

"What-- you mean about Kevin?"

"Well yeah."

"He said he hadn't heard from you in a while. I mean, I suppose that's a good thing, if I'm not the only one being kept in the dark--"

"Oh come on--"

"It's true. Why-- did I embarrass you again?"

"Yes, actually, you did."

"What's to be embarrassed about? He's your friend. And now that you're out--"

"Mom, don't you get it? I want to be the one to tell people, and I want to do it when I'm ready. I didn't particularly want Erica to know, but... now it's too late."

"Well, I don't understand how this works," she said. "Am I not allowed to tell people what you're up to?"

"I didn't say that. But there's more to my life than being gay--"

"You mean like how you're thinking of changing majors too?"

"I-I... well yeah, I guess. But who cares about my major? Besides you and Dad--"

"A lot of people care about you, Scott. Especially on your birthday."

I sighed. "Just... just don't advertise this stuff, all right?"

"But Scott--"

"I mean, I'm cool with being gay," I said. "I just don't need to wave a rainbow flag or anything... and I don't need you to do it either."

Mom was silent for a moment. "All right," she finally said. "If you say so."

I had just gotten off the call, and was heading to class, when I got a text from Chad. It was a picture of him in the locker room, and it was unusually hot. He was wearing nothing but his gym shorts. His hair was wet, and it hung partway over his forehead. He had a come-hither look on his face, and he wrote: Here's a preview of coming attractions.

I scrambled to hide my phone. I was right in the middle of campus, and I didn't want anyone else to see this. I was annoyed at Chad at first, but then I realized I was pretty turned on. My dick was straining against my pants, although I tried to hide it.

I got to my classroom a few minutes early, so I discreetly checked my e-mail. I was still waiting for a response from Nick and Jay. But at that particular moment, there was nothing in my inbox-- at least not beyond the usual crap.

I tried to focus on my class, but it was easier said than done, because Chad kept sending me more pictures. They were all of him at the gym, and each was naughtier than the one before. First his gym shorts disappeared, so he was just wearing his jockstrap. Then, in the next picture, he had his back to the camera with his bare ass on display. A picture or two later, his cock peeked out from behind the elastic. Then his jockstrap came off, so he was fully nude. Then I got a close-up of his boyhole, in all its tasty glory.

I could hardly contain myself. Chad knew just what to do to get me horned up. He knew I'd been fantasizing about locker room sex, and he knew I'd get excited over pictures like that. I was tempted to jack off the first chance I got. But I wanted to save my cum for that night, so I stayed on my best behavior. I knew Chad was also in class at that moment, so he had to be texting from inside his classroom. Part of me didn't like that idea, but another part loved how dirty it was.

 

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I finally got to see him late that afternoon. He picked me up from my last class, and by that point I was dying to fuck him. We locked lips in the car, and my hand went straight for his crotch.

"Woah," he said. "Easy, boy!"

"It's your fault," I said. "After all that sexting you did--"

"I figured you'd be into that. Except you never sexted me back."

"What did you expect me to do? Drop trou in the middle of a lecture?"

Chad wrapped his arm around me. "I'm just saying... you have a lot more naked pictures of me than I have of you."

"Okay," I said, "so maybe we need to remedy that."

"Maybe we do," he said. "But first things first. It is my boyfriend's birthday."

I assumed he was taking me to buy liquor, or maybe go to a cheap bar, but Chad wouldn't hear of it. He insisted on making it a nice date, albeit one that would be up my alley.

He took me to a place called the Riedegost Ale House. It was in one of those old brick buildings that was now super-trendy. The waitstaff were basically hipsters. The drink menus were all on chalkboards, including kinds of beer I'd never heard of before. "Now," Chad said, "I know you're not one for shitty beer, so let me show you the good stuff."

"So you're a beer expert now?"

"Remember, I'm from San Diego."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

I nodded, and I thought of the Christmas break to come. "Do you still think that's a good idea?" I asked. "I mean, with your family and all--"

"I told you, my dad will be gone when we're there. He's the one to be worried about."

"I know, but...." I took a deep breath. "You don't think it'll be awkward?"

"Listen," he said, "it was awkward last summer. Back when I was hiding what was up. Fuck if I'm going to back to that shit."

"But what about your mom? Or your brother?"

"They already know about you. And no, I don't think they're gonna be weird about it."

"Yeah, well, I thought the same thing about the Kap Eps... before Brody freaked out."

"I don't give a shit about Brody," he said, "and you shouldn't either. He's an entitled little dumbass, and he can go fuck himself for all I care." He fiddled with his coaster. "Anyway, my family may have issues... but at least they're not like that."

"I do want to go with you," I said. "More than anything, I want to... you know, get away from it all. And not have to deal with all the bullshit around here."

"You won't have to," he said. "I'll make sure of it. I promise."

I looked into his eyes. I wanted to believe him, and I didn't want to spoil the mood. So I just nodded, and I tried to put my doubts aside.

Chad ordered me a flight, so I got to show my now-legal ID. Once we got our drinks, he gave me a crash course on what to expect. He told me to start with the lightest beer-- in this case a pilsner-- then work my way toward the more intense ones. He taught me the difference between lagers and ales, and how wheat malts were cloudier and sweeter than barley. He kept track of which tasters I liked, and he started recommending what else I should try. The next thing I knew, I'd gone through three flights, and I could definitely feel it.

The more Chad and I drank, the hornier I got. I didn't want to get too hammered though: I didn't want to risk passing out, or going impotent, or whatever. So I forced myself to go slow. I ordered a big juicy burger, and I sipped my beers instead of chugging them. But that only drew out out our dinner even longer, and it built the anticipation that much further.

At one point Chad got up to use the bathroom. As I waited, I pulled out my phone and checked my e-mail. I found I'd finally heard back from Nick and Jay:

Hi Scott,

Take it from us: you'll want to steer clear of that other guy. It sounds like you want to help him, which is noble. But before you can do anything, he needs to help himself. From what you're saying, he apparently has longstanding issues. Only he can sort that stuff out.

In the meantime, you've got your own relationship to worry about. You should focus on your man and yourself. If you do a good job with that, then nothing else will matter.

If you want to talk in detail, let us know. Otherwise have fun in San Diego (because we sure did!) and let us know how it goes--

Best,

N&J

I swallowed and shoved my phone in my pocket. I knew Nick and Jay were right. After all, Chad was going out of his way to show me a good time. I still wasn't used to being pampered by a man, but I knew I had no right to complain.

Chad came back to the table. He must've seen my expression, because his first words were "are you over-thinking things again?"

I licked my lips. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Chad leaned in to me. "Hell yeah," he said. "The next stop is the gym."

"I-- what?"

"Remember what I texted you? And how I said it was a preview?"

I felt my dick get hard. The thought of real locker room sex was more than I could handle. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Let's just say it'll be a present for both of us." He lowered his voice even further. "I've been wanting to get fucked there for ages."

"Oh really?" I asked. "You'd better not be thinking about those muscle guys in there--"

"Hey, I can look. I just can't touch."

"Won't it be... I dunno, kinda busy in there?"

"Not on a Friday night," he said. "Nobody works out at this hour. How do you think I got those pictures I sent you?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I finished my last drink, and Chad closed out our tab. The next thing I knew, we were headed back to campus-- and I, at least, had just one thing on my mind.

Chad led me into the locker room, and I eyed the benches inside. I wanted to fuck right then and there, but it turned out we weren't alone. I could hear a shower still running.

I took a few steps forward and craned my neck around. One guy was standing under a showerhead, buck naked, while he soaped himself up with a bath sponge. I wasn't sure if this Bathing Boy knew we were there.

Chad didn't bat an eye. He opened one of the lockers, and he pulled off his sweatshirt. Then he undid his fly and yanked down his pants.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Just act casual," he said. "Like we're just random dudes working out."

I just nodded at first. Then I decided fuck it, and I stripped off my own clothes. I threw them in the locker behind us, and Chad followed suit. Then Chad grabbed his gym bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the showers.

I didn't know what to expect, exactly, but I was so buzzed that I frankly didn't care. Chad and I were both naked, but we both tried to act like it wasn't a big deal. Bathing Boy glanced at us, but otherwise he didn't react. Chad plopped down his bag, got under the nearest showerhead, and turned on the water; and I followed suit.

We both watched as Bathing Boy rotated his body, and the water gradually rinsed off his suds. The soap bubbles kept sliding across his bare skin. Some of them dripped off his cock, but most of them ran down his legs. Then he squeezed out his sponge, and a burst of white water splattered on the floor.

I thought of the first time I'd laid eyes on Chad. Now it seemed like the tables had turned-- at least in a way. Now Chad was getting hard, though he kept trying to hide it. He turned his back to Bathing Boy, so only I could see his cock. I tried not to stare too much, but the truth was, I couldn't get enough of the view.

Bathing Boy turned off his showerhead. He walked over to his stuff, and he bent over so his boyhole was in plain view. Then he picked up a towel, dried himself off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. Finally he headed for his locker.

Chad was already touching himself. He hadn't taken his eyes off the guy the whole time. "What's that saying?" he whispered. "You hate to see him go but love to watch him leave?"

"Sh!" I hissed. "Don't let him hear us!"

Chad grinned. "He's not going to hear us," he said. "And neither is anybody else."

We could still see Bathing Boy in the distance. He opened his locker, undid his towel, and was naked again. But it only lasted for a second, because then he put on his undies, and his bare ass disappeared from view. A minute or two later, he was fully dressed; he closed his locker, headed for the exit, and finally closed the door behind him.

By now, both Chad and I were as hard as a rock. I couldn't wait any longer; I just jumped under his showerhead and slammed my body into his. Our lips locked together-- Chad's beard notwithstanding-- and my heart started beating a mile a minute. Chad's dick pressed into my thigh, though I didn't mind it one bit.

"Oh fuck," I said between kisses, "I want you so bad...."

"Then what are you waiting for?" he asked.

Without breaking our embrace, I turned off the water and pulled him away from the showers. The main exercise room was totally deserted, so I laid him down on a weight training bench. Then, at long last, I took Chad's cock in my mouth.

"Oh shit," he gasped. His body squirmed against the bench, and he almost popped out of my mouth. But I managed to keep him where I wanted him.

I used one hand to play with his balls; then, slowly but surely, I ran my fingers down his taint. When I got to his mancunt, I circled around it a few times, then finally poked my fingertips inside.

Chad let out a groan, but he didn't object. He looked down at me, and I looked right back. "You're gonna make me cum," he said.

I took my mouth off of him. "This party's just getting started," I said. Then I flipped him over so he was lying face-down. I spread his legs open, pulled his butt cheeks apart, and dove right in.

"Yeah baby," Chad said as I rimmed him. "Woah... keep doing that...."

I flicked my tongue against his pucker, and I savored the taste of his tender dark skin. Then I ran my lips up and down his crack, while I kept exploring his hole with my tongue.

I could tell Chad was trying to stay quiet, but his body language gave him away. His sphincter started opening up, and he pressed his ass harder against my face, which forced my tongue deeper inside him. His flesh down there was so soft-- it wasn't even really skin, more like the mucous membrane inside his lips-- and I couldn't get enough of it.

I kept rimming him for a minute or two. My dick was dying for some action, but I wanted to draw things out. I basically forced myself to edge: I wanted to have a mind-blowing orgasm eventually, but in the meantime, I wanted both of us to enjoy the ride.

"I want to suck your cock," Chad said. "Please baby... I need it...."

I teased him at first, but then I finally stood up, and I positioned myself above him. Chad craned his neck up, reached for my package, and guided it into his mouth. He took me in all the way, balls-deep, till I could feel his breath on my pubes.

"Mm," he mumbled. Then he started working my cock.

I felt his tongue on my shaft, and I almost shot my wad right there. I thought of anything I could to distract myself: finals, current events, my family, even Brody. But the blowjob still felt as incredible as ever. "Yeah baby," I said. "Suck the dick that's about to fuck you."

Chad seemed to love that. He started sucking faster and faster, but just as I started getting close, he took his mouth off me. "Fuck yeah," he said, "I can't wait for this...."

I leaned down and gave him a deep sensuous kiss. I had to give my dick time to calm down, so I kept the kiss going for as long as I could. I loved how hard Chad was breathing; he could barely stifle the sounds coming out of his body.

After a minute, I broke off the kiss. I stepped away just long enough to grab some lube from our gym bag. I rubbed some of the lube on my dick, then poured more on my hands. Then I stepped back to Chad, and I dutifully lubed up his hole. Chad put his legs in the air, and he hooked his ankles around the bar above him.

I crouched over his body, aimed my cock at its target, and slowly but surely went inside him. Chad's chute was as tight as I could remember it. His jaw dropped open, but he didn't resist. His ass felt so good that I was almost ready to cum in it myself.

I could barely control myself as I started thrusting away. It was my first time really having sex in public. Part of me was still scared of getting caught, but the other part knew this was part of the thrill. I felt delightfully naughty as I pounded Chad's ass, listened to his moans, and wondered if anyone else could hear us.

I could see our reflections on all sides, since the walls and columns were all lined with mirrors. It almost seemed like there was an orgy going on, with dicks and asses gyrating all over. But it was really just a kaleidoscope of sex-- not that I was complaining. I started watching myself in the mirror, and it turned me on a lot more than I'd expected. I loved seeing my man get reamed from a distance. Knowing I was in control made me feel like the world's biggest stud.

I started getting close again, so I forced myself to stop. I wanted to kiss him again, but in that position I couldn't. I just held him while I tried to catch my breath.

"Hey," he whispered, "I have an idea."

"What?" I asked.

Chad made me pull out of him. He lowered his ankles, got up from the bench, and walked to a pull-up bar. Then he grabbed the equipment, swung his legs up, and once again locked his ankles against the bar. He looked like he was doing naked acrobatics: he was suspended in mid-air, with his arms and legs above him, and his ass and package hanging down beneath him.

"Holy shit," I said. "I fucking need to plow that ass."

"Just do it," he said.

"Not yet," I said. "I don't want this to be over."

"Please baby...."

"Hey," I said as I gave him a kiss. "It's my birthday, remember?"

"I'll put out for you anytime you want--"

"I've wanted this for so long," I said, "and now that I get to do it, I don't want it to end." I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. "Not that I don't want you to put out for me of course...."

Chad gripped my body like he couldn't resist. He pulled me toward him, and he guided me into his hole. Then he started swinging back and forth, basically impaling himself on my rod.

"Oh shit," I said. Our thrusting motions were different this time; I wasn't used to Chad hanging four feet off the ground. It was almost like we were in a sex swing, though I couldn't speak from experience, having never used one myself. But we got into a rhythm, the same way we always did, and it felt as incredible as ever.

The mirrors still created a feast for the eyes. I'd lost track of how many naked men were around us-- or at least so they seemed. I could see my own ass flexing and relaxing, while at the same time, I watched my dick slide in and out of Chad's hole. His back muscles were roiling, as were his hamstrings and biceps and everything else.

Suddenly we heard a noise, and we stopped dead in our tracks. The noise seemed to be in the women's locker room.

"Is somebody coming?" Chad asked.

"I don't know," I said. I didn't like the idea of a random person seeing us, at least not right then. I pulled out of Chad, and he dropped down from the pull-up bar. Then we scurried back to the men's area as quickly as we could.

I was tempted to finish in the showers, but then I decided against it. I grabbed Chad's hand and pointed at the stalls.

"So," I whispered, "which of these did you jack off in?"

"What?"

"That time you said you jacked off here, thinking of me... or are you saying it happened more than once?"

Chad seemed a little sheepish at first, but then he went back to his usual self. "Well," he said, "I always did it in that stall at the end... not the handicapped one, but the one next to it. It's more private."

"You've given it that much thought?"

"Well yeah," he said. "What do you expect?"

"Oh, it's cool," I said, "except this time you don't need to jack off." With that, I took his hand and led him into his stall.

I locked the door behind us, then sat on the toilet. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. Without being ordered, Chad got on top of me. Then, slowly but surely, he lowered himself onto my cock.

"Oh shit," I said as I felt my dick go inside him.

Chad started gyrating back and forth. I don't know exactly how he did it, because he didn't have much room to maneuver. But somehow he turned out to be a master.

Of course, I thought, he'd had plenty of practice in this stall. I could only imagine how many times he'd pounded his pud, sitting in the same spot I was in, and how he must've felt. I'd seen Chad masturbating plenty of times, in any number of positions; so I pretty much knew how he must've done it there. I had to wonder if he'd jacked off thinking of what we were doing then. I wanted to know how badly he'd wanted his ass pounded, or at least violated, and whether he imagined what we were really doing.

"Omigod," he gasped, and then he let out a scream. The next thing I knew, jets of cum were shooting out of Chad's dick. Most of his ropes landed right on my chest, but some of them splattered on the walls and floors around us.

I knew it was time for me to finally get off. I thrust back into him, and I felt my dick start to tingle. I couldn't have brought myself to stop, even if I'd wanted to. I just surrendered to my instincts, and I let my body do its thing. Then I pumped Chad's ass full of all the cum I'd been saving.

"Fuck yeah," Chad gasped as he rammed his body against mine. I heard a faint smacking sound as his cum-filled cunt started leaking its contents.

"Oh shit," I said as my dick slowly went dry. Then I stopped pumping, and I leaned up to kiss him. "That's a hell of a present."

"Exactly," he said as he put his arms around me.

I looked to my left, and I realized the toilet paper rolls were empty. At first I worried we couldn't clean ourselves off. But then I thought of a simple solution.

I ran my hands across my chest, and I scooped up a lot of Chad's cum. Then I offered him the contents, and he promptly lapped them up.

"That's it," I said, "baby, eat your fucking cum."

Chad licked his lips, and he flashed me a grin. I did another pass along my chest, scooped up what was left, and ate it myself. Finally I clutched Chad's body, and I held him tightly against mine.

"Fuck," I said, "we should do that more often."

"Well," he said, "it's too bad your special day only comes once a year." And with that, he gave me another salty cum-filled kiss.

 

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When finals week rolled around, everything around us ground to a halt. There were no parties on the Row, no meetings for any student groups, and of course no regular classes. But at that point, finals were the least of my concerns. All I could think of was the winter break to come.

I kept pulling up my e-mail, where Chad had sent our flight confirmation. It felt so official to see our full names together in all caps: CHAD MATTHEW COLLINS and SCOTT BRADLEY HARRINGTON. It was another sign that our relationship was getting very real.

I kept debating what I'd say to Chad's family. I was sure they'd been talking about me, and I could only imagine what they might be saying. I was especially worried about his mom; for all I knew, she could bring up the fact that I was butt-fucking her kid.

I also worried about practical things. If we'd be around his family, would we even get to have sex? Or would we spend the whole time resisting our urges? If need be, I thought, we could always sneak away for a quickie. But I didn't like that idea, because it reminded me of when we were in the closet.

The flight out was basically a blur. I vaguely remember going through security-- this time without any sex toys-- and boarding the plane.

I do remember taking in the view as we came in for landing. At first I couldn't see much, but then the wilderness gave way to suburbs. My heart started pounding when I saw the ocean and realized how close we really were. The next thing I knew, we were flying right past the downtown buildings. The plane almost seemed like it might land on a roadway, or even in the water. But then the airport appeared out of nowhere, and we thundered to a stop.

As soon as we turned our phones back on, Chad's phone buzzed with a message. "Okay," he said, "there's supposed to be a driver waiting in the terminal."

"Say what?"

"Yeah," he said. "We should see him as soon as we leave security."

I snorted. "I've never had a driver before."

"Dude," he said, "it's a glorified taxi service. I guarantee it's cause my mom didn't want to be bothered."

"If you say so," I said as I undid my seatbelt.

Sure enough, once we got off the plane and walked through the concourse, we found the driver waiting for us. He looked exactly the way I'd imagined: he wore a dark blue suit and hat, and he held a sign that said Chad Collins and co.

"So I guess I'm 'and co'?" I asked.

"That's one way to put it," Chad said, "except you're my co." And he waved to the driver.

As we left the airport, I took in the sights and sounds around us. The place did seem like an escape from reality. We drove past hundreds of sailboats; the palm trees were swaying in the breeze, and the sun was glittering on the water. We crossed over a bunch of coves and inlets, then headed into the hills.

Chad's house was a Spanish Mission-looking place. He opened the front door, which was in the shape of an arch, and we stepped into the foyer. From there, I could see all the way through to the patio out back. Everything around us was pretty much spotless.

I saw a female form in the distance. She was crouched over a table, apparently poring over papers. She reached up to wave, and I saw she had a martini in her hand. "Hi boys," she said.

Chad and I walked up to her. "Hey Mom," he said.

She gave Chad a big kiss, but then she flinched. "Yikes!" she said. "What's with this beard?"

"Come on Mom--"

"Scott," she said, "what do you think of it?"

"Well, uh... I-I dunno...."

"I mean, you've got to kiss this more than I do. So I guess if you don't mind--"

"Mom!"

"What-- are you saying it's not true?" She sipped her martini, then set down the glass. "I'm sorry, we haven't been properly introduced. Not that we really need to be. I'm Linda."

I just shook her hand. "Nice to meet you," I said. Chad's mom was basically a MILF, or at least that's how most frat guys would see her. Her eyes were almost identical to Chad's. She must've been approaching fifty, but she didn't look it at all. Her dress seemed designed to show off her cleavage. Her lipstick was bright red, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

"Sorry about the mess," she said as she pointed to her papers. "I was just meeting with my decorator. We want to redo the kitchen."

Chad rolled his eyes. "Again?"

"Anyway, I've got both of your rooms set up. Here, follow me--"

"Both of our rooms?" Chad asked.

"Yes," she said as she headed for the stairs. "I figured Scott could sleep in the guest room."

"He's fine in my room."

"Well, you wouldn't have much space--"

"We've slept together before," he said, "in closer quarters than this."

I was too embarrassed to say anything. I'd tried so hard to give a good first impression, so I didn't want to talk about this stuff in front of her. But she didn't give me a choice.

"What do you think, Scott?" she asked. "Where would you rather sleep?"

"I, uh--" I stammered for a second, then forced out the words: "I'm fine with whatever."

"See?" Chad said. "I told you. We'll figure it out."

"All right," she finally said, "suit yourselves. Just let me know what you need--"

"Yeah okay Mom," Chad said as he waved her away.

Finally Chad opened the door to his bedroom, and he motioned me to come in. At first glance, his room looked like someplace a meathead might live: he had a shelf full of trophies-- apparently for his basketball prowess-- and his walls were lined with athletic posters. But once I looked more closely, I noticed that a lot of the posters were of swimming competitions, where the boys were all in speedos. Other pictures just showed big well-toned men, some more scantily clad than others. Chad being Chad, his room was also pretty messy, and I saw copies of Men's Health lying around. I was kind of surprised that no one had picked up on his tendencies before-- at least as far as I could tell.

"Check this out," he said as he pointed out the window.

I saw the patio beneath us, complete with a pool and jacuzzi. In the distance, I could see the ocean on one side and rolling hills on the other. "Holy shit," I said. "That's a helluva view."

He checked to make sure his mom was safely out of earshot. Then he pointed toward me. "I always liked this view way better."

"Oh for crying out loud--"

"Look behind you," he said.

I turned and saw one of his posters above me. It showed a bunch of Olympic divers, and it didn't leave much to the imagination. Their bulges were so well-defined that I could totally make out what was under that fabric.

"You know how much I used to jack off in here?"

I surveyed all the man flesh around me. I had to admit that it got my blood pumping.

"You probably don't want to use a blacklight in here," he said. "I guarantee you'd find cum in places you never expected. I mean, you know how far I shoot...."

I couldn't help feeling turned on at the thought. "Yeah I do," I finally said. "Are you telling me we're gonna spend our whole vacation in your cum-coated room?"

"Well," he said, "I was hoping we could add some fresh cum of our own."

"Dude, your mom's right outside--"

"I told you, I'm done hiding this shit." He pointed out the window. "In fact, I should show you the nude beach too."

"Say what?"

"You can't see it from here. It's at the bottom of the cliffs. But it's not far... and it's totally worth the trip."

"You've got to be kidding me," I said.

"I used to go there all the time. Or at least to an overlook. Imagine what that was like for a fourteen-year-old kid."

"Fourteen?"

"That's how old I was when we moved here. Which was perfect fucking timing."

I nodded. I clearly remembered being that age myself, and I'd been pretty horny too. I could only imagine what I would've done if I'd had all this at my fingertips. Even now, as an adult, it sounded really fucking sexy. "Wow," was all I could say. "This is gonna be one helluva trip."

Chad just grinned. "Well yeah," he said. "I brought you here for a reason."

His brother Patrick was in the next room, but he wasn't allowed to come out. Apparently he'd gotten arrested for TP'ing a teacher's house. His punishment was to give up his phone and his other electronics, and be grounded till Christmas. He basically had nothing to do but sulk, which according to Chad he did exceptionally well.

"Come meet Scott," Chad said as he stepped in his room.

Patrick barely looked up. He apparently had his dad's eyes, but the rest of his face looked a lot like his brother's. He was dressed a little goth, at least by Collins standards. At that particular moment, he was sprawled on his bed, reading a book entitled Desolation Angels.

"Humph," was all Patrick said.

I wasn't sure how to respond. "Hey man," I said. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, hi." Then he looked back to his book.

"Dude," Chad said, "don't be like that."

"What do you want from me?"

Chad rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said, and he headed back outside. He shut the door behind us, then leaned in to me. "Don't worry about him. He, well... he just gets like this sometimes."

"It's okay," I said.

We headed back downstairs, and Chad gave me a tour of the rest of the house. It was one of those houses with a super-fancy living room: it had a big leather sectional, an antique bureau, and a bunch of heirlooms on display. I couldn't imagine anyone spending much time in there, except maybe at a dinner party.

The family room was the main place they really hung out. It was still nicer than what I was used to, with a big TV hooked up to everything from Playstation to Xbox to Apple TV.

One wall was lined with family photos. They ranged from childhood pictures of the boys, to various vacations, to portraits of Mr. Collins in his Navy dress uniform. But the picture that really caught my eye was at the very end: it showed Chad in a nice suit, with his arms around a girl.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"Say what?" Chad asked, but then he saw where I was pointing. "Oh shit. That's Valerie. My ex." He called into the next room. "What the hell, mom?"

Mrs. Collins walked up. "What's wrong?"

Chad pointed to the picture. "Why the hell did you keep this?"

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked. "You were homecoming king."

"Oh jeez," he said. "I'm not in high school anymore...."

"Well, you're not in diapers either," she said, "but I kept those pictures too."

"Mom!"

"What? It's true." And she pointed at another set of photos.

"This is different," he said.

"Why? Because you're... like that?"

I wanted Chad to say the word gay. It wasn't that scary of a word, at least once you got used to it. Yet he'd still never used it to describe himself, and I thought it was high time he did.

"Mom," he said, "this is nuts. Nobody keeps pictures of exes like that. Especially exes of their kids."

"Well, I think it's a nice picture."

"That's not the point!"

"Okay, sorry. I didn't know it offended you so much. So if you want to put something else there, be my guest. Just, you know, nothing...." And her voice trailed off.

Say it, I thought. You know you want to.

"This is bullshit," Chad said. "I don't want to deal with this right now." And he went storming away.

I wasn't about to argue, so I just followed him outside. Chad went stomping down the street, so I had to hurry to keep up.

I'd seen flashes of Chad's temper before. I knew that in most cases, he wouldn't stay mad for long. But I also knew his sexuality was an especially sensitive subject, and that it called for careful handling.

We ended up at a seafood place on the water. Chad was still worked up when he ordered. I doubt the server even noticed, but I did.

As soon as we got our drinks, I leaned in to Chad. "Listen," I said, "it's okay. Don't let that shit get to you."

"I'm not," he said. "It's just... well, I thought she'd gotten used to this, but... well, I guess you saw, my mom can be kinda weird."

"Well, you were right," I said. "I don't need mementos of Erica either, especially hanging on the wall." Deep down, I also thought of Johan, but I forced myself not to say anything. "Anyway...."

"You know why Valerie broke up with me?"

"No," I said, "I mean, you never mentioned that--"

"She said I wasn't into her. She said I just liked the idea of her. And you know what? She was right."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I just stared at Chad.

"That whole fucking relationship was for show," he said. "At least it was for me. I mean, she was a cheerleader, and I was a jock, so it was pretty much expected that we'd be together. I got so fucking tired of people telling me how cute we were, and what a catch she was, and blah blah blah blah. I mean, I guess she'd be a catch for someone else, if she met the right guy... but deep down I always knew it wasn't me."

I took a sip of water. "Was she the only girl you were with?"

"No," he said. "I mean, Valerie was my big long-term relationship, but there were others too. I was hardly ever single, all the way through high school... mainly because I didn't want anyone to talk."

I wanted to put my arms around him, but I resisted the urge. I had no idea Chad's internal struggles had been going on for so long.

"One thing's for sure," he said. "Fuck if I'm going to put up with that now."

"You shouldn't need to," I said.

Chad shrugged and looked out at the water. A handful of people were swimming nearby, and one guy was sunning himself on the beach. "You always know just what to say, don't you?"

"I try," I said. I could tell Chad's eyes were wandering, but I wasn't about to complain. I knew it would help improve his mood, and I was enjoying the view as much as he was. "Is this normal?"

"Say what?"

"I can't believe there are shirtless boys out in December."

Chad shrugged. "Welcome to southern California."

"Yeah, well...." I licked my lips. "It's not exactly what I grew up with."

"Let me guess," he said. "Your Christmases were probably Norman Rockwell and shit."

"More like Home Alone," I said, "minus some of the craziness."

Chad nodded. "That's cool... but this is nothing compared to that nude beach I mentioned."

I could feel my dick harden. I couldn't tell if he was trying to get me horned up, but if he was, it was working.

We sat there for probably an hour or two. We kept watching the show as we ate: Tanning Boy eventually got up and left, but other guys replaced him. At one point we got treated to a beach volleyball game.

When we finally left, Chad took me on a walk along the shore. By then, the sun was hanging low in the sky. The water was so calm that it basically lapped against our feet.

Chad quietly took my hand. He was tentative at first, but then he wrapped his fingers around mine, and he held me tight. He didn't say a word, and he didn't need to. We kept on walking like any other couple, as if this wasn't a big deal.

We came to a little marina, and we just stood there for a minute, taking in the view. Then Chad turned toward me. I knew what was coming next. I felt his strong manly arm against my back, and his beard brushed against my face. Then his lips came down on top of mine, and his tongue made its way inside.

I could feel goosebumps all over my skin, and my blood was pumping in every part of my body. I wanted to just stand there, in front of the sunset, and never let him go.

Eventually we came back down from our high, but we were in no hurry to go home. Chad got an Uber and took me out on the town. We spent the next few hours acting like we didn't have a care in the world: we downed one drink after another, and we did our best to forget about our problems.

I found out what Chad had meant when he talked about San Diego beer. Apparently the city was known for its breweries, though I personally hadn't heard of them. We must've hit at least four or five of these places before I finally lost count. Of course, the more we drank, the randier we got. By ten o'clock or so, we were both ready to fuck each other's brains out.

"I want to do it in your bed," I whispered in his ear.

"What?"

"If that's where you were always thinking about dick," I said, "after all these years... it's high time you finally got what you wanted."

Chad's eyebrows went up. He was clearly caught off guard, but he seemed to like the idea. "Seriously?"

"Unless you're telling me you don't want to--"

"I didn't say that!" he yelled as he whipped out his phone and ordered our ride.

My dick was rock hard throughout the whole trip back. I was tempted to fool around in the car, but I stayed on my best behavior. The anticipation was killing me; I kept checking my phone to see how much longer we had to wait.

Finally, at long last, we were back in Chad's bedroom. He locked the door behind us, and he put his arms around me. Then he gave me a wet drunken kiss, and he guided me toward the bed. "I fucking want you so bad," he said.

"I want you too," I said as I laid down on his sheets.

 

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Chad fumbled with my fly, and he slid his hand inside. "God, I love this cock," he said.

I pulled Chad closer till he was lying beside me. I rubbed his dick through his pants, then undid his button and pulled down the zipper. As usual, he was wearing a jockstrap but no undies. I gripped his rod like my life depended on it. "Now," I said, "I want you to tell me how you used to jack off."

"Mm," Chad said. "Well, I mostly just did it in this bed. Either that, or in that chair over there." He pointed at the desk where he kept his computer.

I licked my lips. I could totally imagine a young Chad in that room, stark naked and pulling his pud. I assumed he'd looked like more of a twink in high school, presumably clean-shaven, with less body hair and muscle. That mental image was really fucking hot.

"My basketball buddies talked a big game about it," he said, "jacking off I mean. But we were too chicken to actually do anything, at least as a group effort. So I kept flying solo... but I didn't know what I was missing."

I ran my hand down Chad's shaft, then cupped his balls in my palm. "Are you saying you wanted to jerk off your teammates? Or more?"

"I sure as hell liked to watch them," he said as he played with my crotch. "I told you about how I checked out their butts, especially when we were showering... aw man!" His body shuddered at the memory. "That's why I started jerking off in the stalls."

I ran my fingers toward his cockhead. I loved the thought of that dick being put to good use. "What about porn?" I asked.

"What about it?"

"Well," I said, "you'd obviously been watching it when you met me...."

"I fought that for so long," he said. "I actually watched a helluva lot of straight porn, especially with my friends. They even used to make fun of me for it... but no matter how much I did, it was never enough."

I nodded. I could relate to that insatiable feeling.

"Anyway," he said, "in a lot of those videos, I just watched the guy. I especially loved if he played with himself or whatever... so then I got into jackoff videos, and it basically took off from there."

I thought back to our spring semester together. In retrospect, we'd been so awkward back then, especially in the beginning. I'd had no idea Chad had been craving dick so bad. But now that I knew, a lot of things seemed to make more sense. "Okay," I said. "Now I want you to do to me what you'd been fantasizing about."

"What?"

"This body is yours for the taking," I said.

"Fucking A," he said as he yanked down my pants. He pulled off my shoes and socks, then damn near ripped my shirt over my head. Then he stripped down himself, so within seconds, he was standing there naked.

Chad climbed on top of me, and we started making out. Our cocks were rubbing together, which made me even harder than before. Then Chad sat up, took both of our cocks in one hand, and started jerking us off.

"Oh God yeah," he said. "You feel so good against me."

This felt totally different from a regular hand job. The hard warmth of Chad's cock was making my nerves tingle. "Go ahead," I said. "Make yourself feel good."

Chad kept stroking us for a minute. He seemed to be getting close, but then he released both of our dicks. He leaned down to give me another kiss, then plopped down beside me. "You know," he said, "even when I was having sex with a girl, I'd always make sure I was lying on my back... so I could look up at the pictures above me."

I looked around at his posters. They did make for a hell of a sight. "Is that what you want to do now?"

"Well," he said, "now I don't need those pictures so much." He ran his hand along my thigh. "I want you to sit on my face. I don't want to see anything but your cock and balls on top of me."

I obeyed his order as fast as I could. I positioned myself on top of him, and I felt his tongue circling my balls. Then I felt his lips wrap around one nut, and he sucked on it for a second. Then he let it pop out of his mouth, and he moved on to the other. With his free hand, he caressed my taint, then started fingering my boyhole.

"Mm," he said with his mouth full.

I was tempted to stroke myself, but I resisted the urge. I kept telling myself I was there for Chad's pleasure, not my own, and I definitely didn't want to cum prematurely.

Chad seemed to know just how much to tease me without going too far. He released my ballsack from his mouth, then gave it a soft kiss. "Lie down," he said. "I want to do a sixty-nine."

I kept my ass in position, but I let my upper body drop down to the bed. I assumed my position alongside his crotch, and I took his throbbing cock in my mouth.

His piss slit was already dripping pre-cum. I lapped it up, then ran my tongue around the base of his cockhead. As I did, I felt Chad sucking me too. I especially loved the feeling of us both pleasuring each other at once.

Chad took me all the way into his mouth and throat, till I felt his breath on my pubes. He seemed to relish the sensation. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and guided my anatomy where he wanted it.

We kept face-fucking each other for another few minutes. Eventually Chad came up for air. "I need you to fuck me," he gasped.

"What?" I asked. It wasn't that I minded of course; I'd just assumed I'd be the one getting fucked.

"Please," he said. "I need you to give me what no pussy ever could."

I couldn't argue with that. I got up from the bed, opened my suitcase, and got out some lube. I rubbed some on my shaft, then got back onto the bed. Chad opened his legs as wide as they would go, and he offered up his ravenous hole. I lubed him up too, then positioned myself by his opening. Then, at long last, I shoved my dick inside him.

"Oh Jesus!" he yelled, and he clutched my body against his. "Give it to me!"

I did as I was told, and I pistoned into him as fast as I could. I knew he wanted it rough, but he could take it, and so could his bed. I jostled him from side to side, and I slammed my body into his. He was being fucked by a man, after all, and I didn't want him to forget it.

Chad threw his head back, and he looked at the posters above us. I couldn't tell if he was fantasizing, but it didn't really matter; for all I cared, he could've imagined being fucked by Tom Daley. I just wanted him to satisfy his homosexual urges.

Chad pulled my face toward his, and he made out with me. But within a few seconds, his breath started coming in shorter and shorter gasps. His fingers dug into my back, and he threw his head back again.

I knew what was coming next. Chad let out a yell, his balls contracted, and a jet of sperm shot against the wall behind him. Then another rope hit him in the cheek, and a third one poured across his chest.

"Hell yeah," I said as I marveled at the sight.

The last few drips of cum came dribbling out of him. "Oh shit," he said as he tried to catch his breath. "Get up here."

"What?"

"I want you to give me a facial."

Those words were music to my ears. I pulled out of his ass, and I positioned myself by his face. Then I started pounding away.

"Yeah," he said as he watched. "I want you to fucking cum for me."

I was already close, but those words sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm overtake my body, and my cum splattered across his face. Chad closed his eyes and let it flow across his skin.

"Yum," he said when my dick finished shooting. He licked his lips, wiped his eyes, and looked back up at me. "Fuck, I needed that."

Neither of us wanted the show to be over quite yet. We cuddled for a while, but our boners wouldn't go down. We eventually went back to fooling around: I rode Chad's cock for a while, and then he rode mine. We got a hell of a workout, probably more than the athletes in his pictures. Each time, it took longer and longer to cum-- not that we were complaining-- and our loads got smaller and smaller. We must've flipped at least three or four times till eventually our balls had run dry.

By that point, the whole room smelled of cum. I didn't know how much of it was Chad's versus how much was mine, but it didn't seem to matter. What mattered was that Chad had gotten what he wanted-- and we still had most of our vacation ahead of us.

Chad was so exhausted that he just rolled over, and the next thing I knew, he was fast asleep. I made myself comfortable and pressed my body against his. I wanted to just lie there and enjoy the elation we were feeling.

Suddenly I heard a crash from downstairs. I couldn't tell what had happened, but it didn't sound good. I frowned, got up, and put on a bathrobe. Then I tiptoed downstairs.

When I got to the family room, I found Mrs. Collins picking up shards of glass. A half-empty bottle of wine was sitting on the table. The picture of Chad and Valerie was lying at her feet.

"Mrs. Collins," I said, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, "I'm just clumsy." But she stumbled as she said it; she was obviously drunk.

"Do you want me to help you clean up?"

"No," she said, "but it's sweet of you to ask." She picked up the picture-- minus the glass in the frame-- and she laid it on the table. "I can see why Chad likes you."

I started to feel uncomfortable. She clearly wasn't herself at that moment.

"Mm," she said. "I see you're not wearing any clothes...."

I didn't move. I didn't think she could see much through the bathrobe, but I wasn't sure. Of course, there was always a chance she could smell her son's DNA on me, which was a whole other issue.

She plopped down in a chair, but she seemed to put on a show of stretching one leg. It looked an awful lot like a Mrs. Robinson move.

"Um," I said, "I should get back to bed."

She licked her lips. "You're not going anywhere," she said. Then she motioned for me to come closer.

 

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I stood motionless in the doorway. Mrs. Collins stared back at me. Her eyelashes seemed to flutter, and she made a point of tossing her hair.

I tried to gauge how much she'd had to drink. This can't be happening, I thought. She's Chad's mom. She can't seriously be coming on to me. Can she?

"You work out, don't you?" she asked.

I cinched up my bathrobe. I had to force myself not to answer the question. "I-I should really go," I said. "It's late."

"You're a guest in my house. You don't want to be rude, do you?"

"Listen," I said, "Mrs. Collins, this whole thing about that picture... I don't want to get in the middle of you guys. I mean, between you and Chad--"

"Would you rather have your own picture there... maybe one with the two of you?"

I wanted to say yes, but I wasn't sure where she was going with this. Even assuming Chad and I were at that stage in our relationship--

"I'm probably saying too much," she mumbled, and she gave a tipsy nod. "The boys... they always say I embarrass them."

I hadn't expected that response. I started to wonder if I'd gotten the wrong idea. "Isn't that normal for a mom?"

"They're right though," she said. "I'm a horrible parent."

"I-- no, you can't be--"

"Look at the evidence," she said. "Patrick keeps getting in trouble, and I don't know what to do with him... and to tell you the truth, I don't know what to do with Chad either."

"Chad is fine."

"Thanks to you."

I blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"I still don't really understand it," she said, "but I can tell how much better he seems. He was so depressed after his basketball scholarships didn't work out, which was around the same time he and Valerie broke up. I was worried he'd end up like his brother... but last spring, somehow, it seemed like everything changed."

I frowned. I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. "What do you mean, everything changed?"

"He was like his old self again... like the boy I'd known when he was a kid. His grades got better too. I could tell he was turning over a new leaf, I just didn't know why... and he acted strange whenever I asked him about it. He wouldn't give me details for months. Not that I blame him, knowing what I know now... but I do hate that I made him feel that way."

"Well," I said, "this stuff is complicated. You can't really blame yourself--"

"Are you trying to give me advice?" she asked. "You're not even half my age."

"I... well, I didn't mean it like that--"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. I'm the one who doesn't have it together... between that and the fact that my marriage is on the rocks."

I swallowed hard. "I'm really sorry to hear that," I said.

"I haven't had sex in two years," she said. "It's as if Bill forgot about me... not to mention my needs."

A pang of discomfort rippled through my body. I didn't want to talk about those particular needs. But before I could say anything, she cleared her throat.

"It's almost over though," she said, "at least I think so... now that he's talking about moving away."

"What?"

"He's been offered a job at his company headquarters. They want him to relocate to Reston, Virginia. I told him he can do what he wants, but I'm staying right here... so whatever he decides, I guess that's up to him."

"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry...."

"It's my own fault," she said. "I made an impulsive decision, and I should've known better."

"What do you mean?"

"Did Chad ever tell you how the two of us met?"

I shook my head. "No...."

"I was on vacation in Hawaii, and Bill was on shore leave. Of course, being young, I felt like I was in paradise, and I told myself it was love at first sight. But then reality set in, and he got orders to ship out. I was worried I'd never see him again... so we got engaged. Even though we hardly knew each other."

I didn't know how to respond to that. It was a helluva lot to digest.

"I mean, he did give me my kids, so it wasn't a complete waste... but now here I am, at an age where I should be the wise one, and I don't even know what I want in my life."

"I... w-well, I'm not sure it's not that bad--"

"How do you figure?" she asked. "How am I supposed to find someone new? Online dating? I don't have the first clue how that works. When I met Bill, it didn't even exist."

"You'll figure things out."

She stared at her wine bottle. "I wish I was that optimistic," she said. "Anyway, I guess my point is... I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did."

"They weren't really mistakes," I said, "you just said so yourself."

"Humph," she said. "Well, at least you're off to a good start... you've already known each other longer than Bill and I did."

I bit my lip. I wondered if she was implying that Chad and I could get married.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to dump this on you... it's gotta be the wine talking. I really shouldn't be drinking this much, it's just, I-I...."

"It's okay," I said.

"I guess you were right. Y-you probably should go back to bed. I, well, I don't want to keep you up longer than I already have."

I forced a smile. "Are you gonna be okay down here?"

"I'll be fine," she said. "I need to call it a night myself... and Scott?"

"Yeah?"

She let out a loud sigh. "Chad really cares about you," she said, "even if he doesn't always say so. I guess what I'm trying to tell you is, whatever you're doing... keep it up."

I didn't quite know how to respond. I just nodded. "I'll try," I said, then told her good night and headed back upstairs.

When I got back to Chad's room, he was still fast asleep. He was still naked, with his sheets twisted around parts of his body, and his cock and balls in full view. I hurried into the room, shut the door behind me, and dropped my bathrobe. Then I snuggled up to Chad, and I savored the feeling of his skin against mine. Holding him like this had always made me feel safe, and that particular night was no different. It helped me put my worries aside-- at least temporarily-- and combined with my exhaustion, it helped me fall asleep.

The next day was the first time Chad and I had nothing on our calendars: we had no classes to get to, no assignments to worry about, and no flights to catch. We would've had sex-- probably multiple times-- if we weren't already spent from the night before. But we did the next-best thing, which was to spend the whole morning naked, holed up in his bedroom.

Of course I had to tell Chad what had happened. I couldn't tell if his mom had broken the picture frame on purpose, but I didn't think it mattered, especially since Chad had already asked her to take it down. I was a hell of a lot more worried about the state of their marriage, and what Chad might have to go through. But he wasn't fazed by anything I said; he seemed to have heard it all before.

"You know," he said, "my dad was never going to win the award for father of the year. What you're seeing now is nothing new: he'd always be gone for months at a time, sometimes more than a year. I can't tell you how many times he missed my birthday... and forget about my basketball games or whatever. Of course, the way he sees it, he's out saving the world. And I know somebody's got to do that shit... I just wish it wasn't my dad. Or at least, I wish he wasn't still at it after all these years."

I nodded. "Is it true what your mom said? That you were depressed before you met me?"

"What?"

"She said your grades improved and everything."

Chad snorted. "She's just glad I passed Dr. Wells's class," he said, "which was mostly thanks to you."

At first I didn't realize what he meant. Chad and I had been through so much that I'd completely forgotten about freshman chemistry. Come to think of it, though, I did remember having helped him out. I also remembered him calling it a lifesaver, though I wasn't sure I agreed with that word. I was sure he could've passed the class on his own.

"I mean, don't get me wrong," he said. "The last few months... I dunno, they've been something else. I just... I never expected this to happen."

I looked up at the posters around us. "You didn't?"

"Not really," he said. "But I'm glad though, because when they do get divorced... I don't want to go through that alone."

I didn't say a word. I just wrapped my arms around his body, and I pulled him toward me; and Chad responded in kind. We just laid there, holding each other, for as long as we could.

Chad's room had its own bathroom, so eventually we got in the shower. I made sure to scrub down every inch of Chad's body, including the hard-to-reach spots, and then he returned the favor. I had to stop myself from playing with his bits; I told myself there'd be plenty of time for that later.

We did want to get out of the house and avoid the family drama. I was keen on seeing the nude beach Chad had mentioned, and he wasn't about to object. Of course, in order to get there, we had to throw on at least some basic clothes. So we each threw on a t-shirt, swim trunks, and flip-flops. Then we headed out.

By that point, the sun was high in the sky, and the weather was surprisingly warm. We parked at the top of a cliff, by some hang gliding place. Once I saw the beach, I totally got why it was ideal for nudists: the cliffs made it hard to get to, plus they shielded it from view. Chad and I had to climb down a long winding stairway, and once we got to the bottom, it was easy to forget that we were right by a city.

A few people were already naked down there. The beach wasn't overly crowded, but a few bathers were playing in the surf, while a handful of others hung out on the sand. They seemed to come from all walks of life, in all colors, shapes, and sizes.

A woman walked past us with her perky tits and well-trimmed bush on display. In the past, this might've gotten me excited. She looked like a Victoria's Secret type, and most straight guys would've drooled over her. But I'd gotten so used to male bodies that the female form did nothing for me. If anything, I was a little put off.

Chad seemed to sense what I was thinking. He took me further down the beach, to the men-only section. Then he stopped and licked his lips.

"You see that spot?" he asked. He pointed to the top of the cliff. "That's where I used to sit. It had the perfect fucking view."

"I bet," was all I could say. Even from below, the view was pretty damn fantastic. A Middle Eastern dude was lounging nearby, and the sun seemed to shine off his skin. Two other guys were taking a leisurely stroll. Not far away, I saw someone surfing the waves; he did have a wetsuit on, but it was so tight that it didn't leave much to the imagination.

Chad and I found a spot we liked, then stripped down and threw our clothes in a bag. I felt self-conscious at first: it was my first time getting naked in public, at least like this. But it did feel sexy and kind of naughty. I just stood there for a moment and took a deep breath; and as I did, I started to feel really liberated.

Chad pulled out a blanket and laid it out on the sand. In the process, he bent over and exposed his pucker. That butt was so fucking tempting, I couldn't resist giving it a quick slap.

"Hey!" he yelled as he whipped his body around.

I grabbed our bag, pulled out a towel, and snapped it at him. Then I dropped the towel and took off running.

"Get back here!" he teased as he chased after me.

I looked back at the man meat racing toward me. His cock and balls bounced with each stride, and his muscles seemed to flex in slow motion. The sight got me so distracted that I slipped and fell.

"That's what you get!" he said as we both busted up laughing.

Suddenly a wave crashed behind me, and I got doused with cold water. "Oh shit!" I yelled as I jumped to my feet.

"Ha!"

I kicked at the water and splattered Chad with it. He came after me again, and I ran further into the ocean. It was chilly at first, but then my body got used to it, and I started swimming around.

Chad followed me in, and he splashed more water at me. I returned the favor, and he responded in kind, till bursts of water were flying back and forth.

Suddenly a wave picked us up, and it threw our bodies together. I felt Chad's boner against my thigh, but only for a split second. Then the water dropped back down, and we found ourselves standing side-by-side.

Chad put an arm around me, and he used his free hand to wipe off his face. "I've wanted to do this for so fucking long," he said. "All I ever did was watch...."

"Another fantasy fulfilled, huh?"

"I guess you could say that."

Our faces were just inches away from each other. I was tempted to kiss him, but instead I reached underwater and put my hand on his cock. It was fully engorged, the temperature notwithstanding. "You know," I said, "now that we're here, we can put on a show... you know, in case some other boy is watching...."

"Fuck, I'd love to," he said, "except they're super-strict about that. They'll let people get naked here, but that's where they draw the line. If we did something and got caught...." But then he didn't finish his sentence.

I felt my heart pound. Part of me wanted to be naughty, the dirtier the better; but the other side of me didn't want to get arrested. Of course, Chad's house was close enough that we could always fuck there. "Okay," I finally said, "I'll be good, I promise... at least for right now."

We both stayed in the water till our boners went down, then walked back to our stuff. We didn't towel ourselves off because we didn't need to. The warm air felt good against our bodies, so we just laid on our blanket and relaxed.

I lathered my body with sunscreen, including the nooks and crannies that usually didn't need attention. I teased Chad as I did it, as if I was oiling myself up. He never took his eyes off me; as far as I could tell, he never even blinked.

I was hoping to lather up Chad's body too. But he opted to skip the sunscreen, since he wanted a nice tan. He was taking full advantage of the situation, so he basked in the sun with every inch of his body exposed. He went out of his way to get even coverage: he regularly shifted his position, and he periodically rolled over. He even made sure to keep adjusting his cock, and he made a point of exposing the folds in his ass.

Suddenly both of our phones buzzed at once. We didn't want to kill the mood, but if someone was contacting both of us, then we figured it was important. Chad frowned, got up, and pulled his phone from our bag. "Huh," he said. "Luke just messaged us."

I gritted my teeth. I didn't want to think about the Kap Eps right then. "What does he want?"

"You'll love this," Chad said. "Apparently Brody is behind on his dues. This says if he doesn't pay up, we might need to vote on to do. So we could suspend or expel him."

"Ha!" I said. "How do you like them apples?"

"I agree," Chad said. "I'm not sure why that's worthy of a big fucking news flash, but okay...." He paused for a moment, apparently re-reading the message, then shrugged and put his phone away. Then he made himself comfortable again, and he went back to his sunbathing.

I shook my head and tried not to think about Brody. I didn't want to deal with him right then, any more than I wanted to deal with Chad's family problems or anything else. After all, we were on fucking vacation. So I leaned back and did my damnedest to relax.

I looked out at the ocean, where Surfer Boy was still riding the waves. He was a pretty good-looking guy: he was slim, with sandy-blond hair and a stubbly face. I felt a pang of guilt for checking him out, but then I glanced at Chad and realized he was eyeing him too.

Eventually Surfer Boy came out of the water. He walked over to Middle Eastern Boy, and he set down his surfboard. Middle Eastern Boy got up and reached behind Surfer Boy's back, apparently undoing his zipper. Then Surfer Boy pulled off his wetsuit, and we got to see the rest of his body.

The man was basically an otter. His chest was covered in hair, and his treasure trail led down to a set of unruly pubes. His dick was uncut, and his ballsack seemed unusually tight; I couldn't tell if that was from having been in the water, or if that was its natural state.

Chad pressed his body against mine, and I realized he'd gotten rock hard. I was hard too, and I had to resist the urge to start stroking myself. I was tempted to suck on Chad's ear, or maybe play with his nipples; but I knew once I started down that road, it would be hard for me to stop.

I heard a soft groan, and I looked over to see Surfer Boy caressing Middle Eastern Boy's body. At first I thought they were just being affectionate, but then I realized they were as horned up as we were. Surfer Boy reached down to Middle Eastern Boy's crotch, and he started stroking his cock. They were in between two big boulders, which shielded them from view from some of the beach, but Chad and I could see them just fine.

I forced himself not to stare. I swallowed hard and whispered into Chad's ear: "Are you enjoying the show?"

"Fuck yeah," he whispered back.

We just laid there for a minute or two, and we tried to act as if nothing was happening. I drew on the same skills I'd used my freshman year, when my roommate had kept masturbating in bed, and I'd had to pretend I couldn't hear him. Then again, I thought, he'd also returned the favor when I'd jacked off myself....

I suddenly felt Chad's hand on my cock. He slid his hand down my shaft, and he started playing with my balls.

"I thought this was against the rules?" I whispered.

"It is," he said, "but I'm getting to the point that I can't resist."

 

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Those words only turned me on even more. I knew just how he felt, because I couldn't help myself either. I reached for Chad's package, and I ran my fingers around his cockhead. Chad's body responded, and he let out a sigh. Then he gripped my rod and started stroking away.

I knew we should stop, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted Chad's dick every bit as much as he wanted mine. Especially since I'd spent nearly the whole day naked with him, well, there was only so much temptation I could take.

"Uh oh," Chad suddenly said.

"What?"

He glanced at the other guys, and I turned my head. Both Surfer Boy and Middle Eastern Boy were watching us, and they were both hard as a rock.

"Don't let us stop you," Surfer Boy said, "unless you want to come join us."

Chad and I exchanged glances. On the one hand, I didn't want to make the same mistake I'd made before: I didn't want anyone else to get between me and Chad. On the other hand, I was keenly aware that Chad had never been with any other guy; and between his posters, the frat boys, the locker rooms, and now the nude beach, I knew he'd checked out plenty. Then, of course, I had to consider my fetish for group sex, which I'd always wanted to explore in more detail.

"Do you want to do it?" I asked.

"I... well...." Chad looked at the guys, then looked back at me. He was clearly thinking through the same dilemma that I was.

"You want it," I said. "I can tell."

"I don't want to fuck this up," he said. "I mean, I guess if we're both in it together...."

"Fair enough," I said. To be honest, I was just as nervous as he was, but I tried not to let it show.

We got up from our blanket, and we walked over to the others. Our boners were jutting out in front of us, and the others couldn't seem to take their eyes off of them.

"Hey guys," I finally said.

Surfer Boy nodded. "You were putting on a hell of a show over there."

"So were you." I tried to act cool, but I was way more nervous than I'd expected. I definitely wanted this, and it was weird knowing that my fantasies were coming true. It felt a little like the first time Chad and I had hooked up; the difference of course was that we weren't drunk this time, and the stakes were a helluva lot higher than before.

Surfer Boy patted the beach towel beneath him. "What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Lie down. Make yourselves comfortable."

Chad and I slowly sat down. I didn't know what to expect. Do we touch these guys? Or do we wait for them to touch us? Or do we just focus on each other? I just knew that once we did something here, there'd be no going back.

Before we could say anything, Middle Eastern Boy went down on me, while Surfer Boy went down on Chad. I flinched with surprise, then did the only thing I could think of: I leaned toward Chad and started making out with him.

It was a weird sensation at first, getting both my face and my dick sucked at the same time. But I got used to it really fucking fast. Chad started breathing heavily, though he tried to hide it, which I knew meant he was into it.

As we kept making out, I realized the other boys weren't being serviced at all. I took Chad's hand and guided it to Middle Eastern Boy's cock. Chad started stroking him, while I reached over and played with Surfer Boy's balls.

Middle Eastern Boy's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, and I felt my body start to tense up. I was afraid of cumming too soon, so I signaled him to go slow. But Middle Eastern Boy was having none of it: he kept sucking me like his life depended on it. I looked into Chad's eyes, half-expecting him to tell me what to do. He just looked back at me and smiled.

I resisted the urge as long as I could, but it didn't take long before I just couldn't hold back. I felt my balls start pumping cum through my anatomy. Middle Eastern Boy took his mouth off my cock, and not a moment too soon. A split second later, a jet shot across my chest. Then came another, followed by a third.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as I felt my orgasm reach its height, then slowly subside. The other boys stopped what they were doing to watch. As soon as the last bit of cum was out of me, my whole lower body twitched.

"Mm," Chad said as he gave me another kiss. "Looks like you liked that."

"Holy shit yes," I said. Chad had known about my fetish all along, and I was thrilled that he'd finally let me indulge it. I wanted to return the favor, but Chad decided to tease me instead.

"Go ahead," he said. "You know you want him."

"Say what?"

Chad pointed to Middle Eastern Boy. "Don't you owe him?" he asked.

Middle Eastern Boy seemed as surprised as I was. "Well," he said, "I mean...." But I never let him finish his sentence. I just got on all fours, grabbed his dick, and guided it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around his cockhead, the same way I'd always done with Chad. "Oh shit...."

Middle Eastern Boy tasted different from what I was used to. He was also uncut-- which struck me as unusual-- so I had some extra skin in my mouth. His pubes were a velvety black, and they were quite a bit thicker than Chad's. But I wasn't exactly complaining.

"Yeah," Chad said as he re-positioned his body. "Keep working that dick...."

I just did as I was ordered. I made a lot of noisy slurps in the process, but I couldn't help it; the penis in front of me was just that good.

I noticed a familiar feeling behind me. I immediately knew what it was: Chad was pressing his boner against my hole. My first thought was that he was just fucking with me, because after all, we hadn't brought any lube. But then I heard Surfer Boy rummage through a bag, and a few seconds later, I felt a cool liquid on my ass. The next thing I knew, Chad was easing his way into me.

I now had dicks in both ends of my body. I'd never felt anything like it, even in all of our dildo play. I savored the feeling of Chad's rod up my cunt, while I tasted Middle Eastern Boy's shaft against my tongue. It took a few seconds to get into a rhythm, but once I did, it was glorious.

I wanted to pleasure Chad in particular, so I clamped down my sphincter, and I gyrated my ass back and forth. He reacted exactly the way I hoped, with one of his soft groans. He grabbed my hips and shoved me against his cock.

Surfer Boy just sat back and watched. He played with himself a little, but mostly he just licked his lips. It must've been a helluva sight, seeing me get spit-roasted between those two studs.

Finally Surfer Boy got up, and he put on a condom. From the corner of my eye, I saw him walk up to Chad. A second later, I felt Chad's dick respond as Surfer Boy invaded his ass. I couldn't see much, but I knew exactly what was happening.

With that, we started fucking in a three-man train. I'd seen this in a million pornos, and I'd imagined it more times than I could count, but I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I wanted to know how it felt for Chad, since he was both topping and bottoming at the same time; but I was so preoccupied that I didn't say a word. I probably would've cum right then, if I hadn't already emptied my balls.

Middle Eastern Boy pulled out of my mouth, and he walked around to Surfer Boy. A few seconds later, the guys' rhythms shifted again as we became a four-man train. Chad kept jackhammering me, and I could also sense the other guys pounding away behind him. I wanted to service all of them, but in that position, I couldn't. I just stayed on my hands and knees and enjoyed the ride.

Chad leaned down and started kissing my neck. I turned my head, and we started making out. As we did, I saw the other guys start kissing too. The thrusts gradually died down as we all slobbered over each other. Eventually our anal train came apart: Surfer Boy pulled out of Chad, Middle Eastern Boy pulled out of Surfer Boy, and Chad pulled out of me.

I whispered into Chad's ear. "How do you want to finish?"

"However you want, baby," he said.

We looked over at the other guys. Middle Eastern Boy locked eyes with Chad, and Surfer Boy locked eyes with me. None of us needed to say a word.

I went to the other guys' supplies. I realized they must've meant to have sex all along, if they'd brought this stuff to the beach. Of course, they might've just meant to keep it to themselves. But even so....

Chad laid down on the towel, and Middle Eastern Boy got in position above him. Surfer Boy took off his condom, and he laid down next to Chad. I put on a condom of my own-- the first I'd worn since Chad and I started dating-- and I lubed up Surfer Boy's hole.

Finally I pushed forward, and I started fucking Surfer Boy. Middle Eastern Boy did the same with Chad.

"Oh fuck," Chad gasped. "Fuck, that dick feels so good...."

Surfer Boy was groaning and writhing too. I reached down and started stroking his cock. As I did it, I looked over to watch Chad get reamed. There was something weirdly hot about seeing my man get pounded by someone else.

Chad seemed to feel the same way. He watched my cock slide in and out of Surfer Boy's ass. He reached over, took my hand, and brought it to his mouth. Then he started sucking my fingers one by one.

"Yeah," Surfer Boy said, "oh shit...." I felt his sphincter spasm, and before I could react, he was cumming. A few ropes went shooting all over his chest.

That seemed to send Chad over the edge. He took his free hand and jerked himself off. He threw his head back, and I saw his muscles start to roil. Then a bunch of jizz splattered out of his cock.

"Oh Jesus!" he yelled.

Middle Eastern Boy wasn't far behind him. He let out a loud grunt, and he shoved his cock deep into Chad's ass. Of course I couldn't actually see his cum, but I could definitely see the look on his face, which told me all I needed to know.

Last but not least, it was my turn. I was so horned up that I knew I could shoot at least one more load. I kept on pounding Surfer Boy, though I hadn't let go of Chad's hand the whole time. Then, finally, I felt my balls contracting.

I thrust into Surfer Boy one last time as euphoria spread through my body. I found myself moaning involuntarily as I filled up my condom. Then I collapsed on top of Surfer Boy, and I tried to catch my breath. Between my three sex partners, two orgasms, and one helluva fetish, I was over the moon.

I started hearing applause in the distance. At first I thought the other beachgoers had seen us, though we weren't all that visible, thanks to the boulders beside us. Then I realized the commotion was above us.

"Holy shit," Chad said as he stared at his old overlook. A half-dozen people were clapping and cheering from the top of the cliff.

I felt a pang of fear, and I hoped no cops had seen us. I also hoped those guys hadn't taken any pictures. But the more I thought about it, the hotter the situation seemed. Our audience was pretty friendly, and they seemed to like what they'd seen. So I forced myself to stop worrying, and I went along with it.

I shrugged, smiled, and waved. Then I took Chad's hand again, and the two of us took a bow. One voice even hollered for us to do an encore. We just humored him and acted coy, because we didn't want to push our luck. Deep down, though, I couldn't help thinking how much I'd enjoyed this. I badly wanted an encore myself; and judging by Chad's raging boner, it looked like he did too.

 

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Chad fumbled with my fly, and he slid his hand inside. "God, I love this cock," he said.

I pulled Chad closer till he was lying beside me. I rubbed his dick through his pants, then undid his button and pulled down the zipper. As usual, he was wearing a jockstrap but no undies. I gripped his rod like my life depended on it. "Now," I said, "I want you to tell me how you used to jack off."

"Mm," Chad said. "Well, I mostly just did it in this bed. Either that, or in that chair over there." He pointed at the desk where he kept his computer.

I licked my lips. I could totally imagine a young Chad in that room, stark naked and pulling his pud. I assumed he'd looked like more of a twink in high school, presumably clean-shaven, with less body hair and muscle. That mental image was really fucking hot.

"My basketball buddies talked a big game about it," he said, "jacking off I mean. But we were too chicken to actually do anything, at least as a group effort. So I kept flying solo... but I didn't know what I was missing."

I ran my hand down Chad's shaft, then cupped his balls in my palm. "Are you saying you wanted to jerk off your teammates? Or more?"

"I sure as hell liked to watch them," he said as he played with my crotch. "I told you about how I checked out their butts, especially when we were showering... aw man!" His body shuddered at the memory. "That's why I started jerking off in the stalls."

I ran my fingers toward his cockhead. I loved the thought of that dick being put to good use. "What about porn?" I asked.

"What about it?"

"Well," I said, "you'd obviously been watching it when you met me...."

"I fought that for so long," he said. "I actually watched a helluva lot of straight porn, especially with my friends. They even used to make fun of me for it... but no matter how much I did, it was never enough."

I nodded. I could relate to that insatiable feeling.

"Anyway," he said, "in a lot of those videos, I just watched the guy. I especially loved if he played with himself or whatever... so then I got into jackoff videos, and it basically took off from there."

I thought back to our spring semester together. In retrospect, we'd been so awkward back then, especially in the beginning. I'd had no idea Chad had been craving dick so bad. But now that I knew, a lot of things seemed to make more sense. "Okay," I said. "Now I want you to do to me what you'd been fantasizing about."

"What?"

"This body is yours for the taking," I said.

"Fucking A," he said as he yanked down my pants. He pulled off my shoes and socks, then damn near ripped my shirt over my head. Then he stripped down himself, so within seconds, he was standing there naked.

Chad climbed on top of me, and we started making out. Our cocks were rubbing together, which made me even harder than before. Then Chad sat up, took both of our cocks in one hand, and started jerking us off.

"Oh God yeah," he said. "You feel so good against me."

This felt totally different from a regular hand job. The hard warmth of Chad's cock was making my nerves tingle. "Go ahead," I said. "Make yourself feel good."

Chad kept stroking us for a minute. He seemed to be getting close, but then he released both of our dicks. He leaned down to give me another kiss, then plopped down beside me. "You know," he said, "even when I was having sex with a girl, I'd always make sure I was lying on my back... so I could look up at the pictures above me."

I looked around at his posters. They did make for a hell of a sight. "Is that what you want to do now?"

"Well," he said, "now I don't need those pictures so much." He ran his hand along my thigh. "I want you to sit on my face. I don't want to see anything but your cock and balls on top of me."

I obeyed his order as fast as I could. I positioned myself on top of him, and I felt his tongue circling my balls. Then I felt his lips wrap around one nut, and he sucked on it for a second. Then he let it pop out of his mouth, and he moved on to the other. With his free hand, he caressed my taint, then started fingering my boyhole.

"Mm," he said with his mouth full.

I was tempted to stroke myself, but I resisted the urge. I kept telling myself I was there for Chad's pleasure, not my own, and I definitely didn't want to cum prematurely.

Chad seemed to know just how much to tease me without going too far. He released my ballsack from his mouth, then gave it a soft kiss. "Lie down," he said. "I want to do a sixty-nine."

I kept my ass in position, but I let my upper body drop down to the bed. I assumed my position alongside his crotch, and I took his throbbing cock in my mouth.

His piss slit was already dripping pre-cum. I lapped it up, then ran my tongue around the base of his cockhead. As I did, I felt Chad sucking me too. I especially loved the feeling of us both pleasuring each other at once.

Chad took me all the way into his mouth and throat, till I felt his breath on my pubes. He seemed to relish the sensation. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and guided my anatomy where he wanted it.

We kept face-fucking each other for another few minutes. Eventually Chad came up for air. "I need you to fuck me," he gasped.

"What?" I asked. It wasn't that I minded of course; I'd just assumed I'd be the one getting fucked.

"Please," he said. "I need you to give me what no pussy ever could."

I couldn't argue with that. I got up from the bed, opened my suitcase, and got out some lube. I rubbed some on my shaft, then got back onto the bed. Chad opened his legs as wide as they would go, and he offered up his ravenous hole. I lubed him up too, then positioned myself by his opening. Then, at long last, I shoved my dick inside him.

"Oh Jesus!" he yelled, and he clutched my body against his. "Give it to me!"

I did as I was told, and I pistoned into him as fast as I could. I knew he wanted it rough, but he could take it, and so could his bed. I jostled him from side to side, and I slammed my body into his. He was being fucked by a man, after all, and I didn't want him to forget it.

Chad threw his head back, and he looked at the posters above us. I couldn't tell if he was fantasizing, but it didn't really matter; for all I cared, he could've imagined being fucked by Tom Daley. I just wanted him to satisfy his homosexual urges.

Chad pulled my face toward his, and he made out with me. But within a few seconds, his breath started coming in shorter and shorter gasps. His fingers dug into my back, and he threw his head back again.

I knew what was coming next. Chad let out a yell, his balls contracted, and a jet of sperm shot against the wall behind him. Then another rope hit him in the cheek, and a third one poured across his chest.

"Hell yeah," I said as I marveled at the sight.

The last few drips of cum came dribbling out of him. "Oh shit," he said as he tried to catch his breath. "Get up here."

"What?"

"I want you to give me a facial."

Those words were music to my ears. I pulled out of his ass, and I positioned myself by his face. Then I started pounding away.

"Yeah," he said as he watched. "I want you to fucking cum for me."

I was already close, but those words sent me over the edge. I felt my orgasm overtake my body, and my cum splattered across his face. Chad closed his eyes and let it flow across his skin.

"Yum," he said when my dick finished shooting. He licked his lips, wiped his eyes, and looked back up at me. "Fuck, I needed that."

Neither of us wanted the show to be over quite yet. We cuddled for a while, but our boners wouldn't go down. We eventually went back to fooling around: I rode Chad's cock for a while, and then he rode mine. We got a hell of a workout, probably more than the athletes in his pictures. Each time, it took longer and longer to cum-- not that we were complaining-- and our loads got smaller and smaller. We must've flipped at least three or four times till eventually our balls had run dry.

By that point, the whole room smelled of cum. I didn't know how much of it was Chad's versus how much was mine, but it didn't seem to matter. What mattered was that Chad had gotten what he wanted-- and we still had most of our vacation ahead of us.

Chad was so exhausted that he just rolled over, and the next thing I knew, he was fast asleep. I made myself comfortable and pressed my body against his. I wanted to just lie there and enjoy the elation we were feeling.

Suddenly I heard a crash from downstairs. I couldn't tell what had happened, but it didn't sound good. I frowned, got up, and put on a bathrobe. Then I tiptoed downstairs.

When I got to the family room, I found Mrs. Collins picking up shards of glass. A half-empty bottle of wine was sitting on the table. The picture of Chad and Valerie was lying at her feet.

"Mrs. Collins," I said, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, "I'm just clumsy." But she stumbled as she said it; she was obviously drunk.

"Do you want me to help you clean up?"

"No," she said, "but it's sweet of you to ask." She picked up the picture-- minus the glass in the frame-- and she laid it on the table. "I can see why Chad likes you."

I started to feel uncomfortable. She clearly wasn't herself at that moment.

"Mm," she said. "I see you're not wearing any clothes...."

I didn't move. I didn't think she could see much through the bathrobe, but I wasn't sure. Of course, there was always a chance she could smell her son's DNA on me, which was a whole other issue.

She plopped down in a chair, but she seemed to put on a show of stretching one leg. It looked an awful lot like a Mrs. Robinson move.

"Um," I said, "I should get back to bed."

She licked her lips. "You're not going anywhere," she said. Then she motioned for me to come closer.

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I'll never forget the first time I dreamt about the dude down the hall.

I knew the guy's name was Chad, but apart from that, I didn't know much about him. He didn't seem to talk much, but he had a hell of a body.

Our dorm had communal showers, so I'd seen him naked more than once. My friends and I had always hated having to go there, but Chad had never seemed to mind. I figured he must've been an athlete, so he'd probably gotten used to showering in the open. He'd never seemed to have any shame as he stripped off his tank top and shorts, tossed his undies and towels to the side, and walked around butt naked.

I've got to be honest: I loved watching him in there. The dude looked like an Abercrombie model. He was about six feet tall, with longish brown hair that was just a little bit curly. He had powerful biceps that seemed to go perfectly with his well-toned six-pack and plump bubble butt. He was cut, so his cock had darker skin on the shaft and lighter skin on the head; and behind it hung a pair of big bulbous balls.

Once Chad turned on the shower, he'd always start by turning around, pouring soap on his hands, and lathering himself up. He'd spend a few minutes scrubbing his pits, his crotch, and his asscrack, always in the same order.

After that, he'd lean back and let the water pour over him. The suds would flow across his chest and abs, and eventually they'd drip off his cock. He'd run his hands through his hair, then caress his bare body like he was doing it for show.

I’m not sure how my dream started, exactly. Like most sex dreams, it seemed to come put of nowhere, and it didn't always make sense. I'd always sworn I wasn't gay, but I found myself fantasizing in spite of myself.

I dreamt that somehow or other I'd started talking to Chad. The next thing I knew, I was exploring his body with my hands. Chad gazed right at me with his big chestnut eyes. I took a deep breath, and the steam from the shower filled my lungs.

Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against his, and his tongue was forcing its way into my mouth. We started fumbling around, totally oblivious to the other guys around us.

I grabbed Chad's ass with one cheek in each hand, and I pulled his body toward me. His cock rubbed up against mine, and I could practically feel my pre-cum oozing its way out. I explored his crack with my fingers till I found his hole, and I gently poked my way in.

By and by we stumbled into Chad's room. By then, I couldn't deny that I wanted his ass. I grabbed his arms and held them high above our heads. Then I pressed Chad's body against the wall and started sucking on his face. Chad let out a groan as he ground his hips against mine. Tingling sensations seemed to ripple through my body.

I stepped back for a moment, and Chad lowered himself onto his bed. For a moment we just feasted our eyes on each other. Chad looked downright delicious lying spread-eagle on his sheets, with his cock standing at attention, and his crack and his pucker in full view. Then I took a deep breath, bent down, and went in for the kill—

— and then I woke up.

My phone alarm was buzzing, and I scrambled to shut it off. The sun was just starting to shine through the window.

Fuck! was the first thought that came into my mind. I'd never seemed to get off during sex dreams, and apparently this one was no different. Now I was left with a raging hardon and a pounding in my chest.

I squinted, looked around, and tried to get my bearings. It was my second semester of college, and my former roommate Dino had just dropped out of school. It was just as well, I thought, because I hadn't really liked living with the guy.

Among other things, I'd had no place to jack off by myself, so I'd had to do it quietly at night. Dino had done the same thing, although he never let on about it. I felt a little guilty, and I'm guessing he did too, and we both pretended nothing ever happened. Still, I'd gotten to know all too well the soft squeaks of his bed, his muffled grunts, and his deep breaths at the end; and I'm guessing he'd gotten to know the same things about me. We'd also learned not to touch each other's laundry, especially our socks, because that's what both of us used for our cleanup. Even so, I figured there was nothing weird about that; for crying out loud, didn't all red-blooded guys beat their meat?

As I laid there in bed, I took a deep breath and tried to put Dino out of my mind. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, and I found myself wondering what my dream might've meant.

I was still sure I was straight, no question about it. After all, I'd had a girlfriend in high school, and we'd had a helluva lot of sex along the way. Granted, I hadn't dated any girls since, but only because I'd been so busy with school. I didn't see any problem with that, since a lot of my friends were in the same boat.

I knew I'd need to finish myself off, or else I'd end up with blue balls. I threw my covers aside, pulled myself out of bed, and sat down in front of my computer.

I logged onto my usual porn sites, and I browsed through the videos of girls having sex. Sometimes the girls were doing it with each other, and other times they were doing it with guys. I started getting rubbing my crotch through my underwear, and I could already feel a little wet spot getting bigger.

After a minute, I decided fuck it. After all, with Dino gone, I had the room to myself. I pulled off my pajamas and threw them to the side. Then I sat down naked.

I'd always had a thing for orgy porn, so I tried to click on the link for group sex. But I was so excited that I clicked on the wrong link, and I got to the page for gay sex instead. I flinched at first, and I fumbled for the back button. But then I blinked, and I realized that a lot of the videos looked like my dream.

The videos were full of guys like Chad, with ripped bodies, thick cocks, and bubble butts. I'd never watched gay porn before, so I'd never seen such a sight. These guys were having sex any number of ways. Some of the clips seemed downright cheap, maybe made off of somebody's phone, while others seemed pretty professional.

I scrolled down the page and tried to gauge what turned me on the most. I picked out a video that looked good, and I hit play.

It took a second for it to load, but once it did, a pair of twentysomething guys sauntered into a room. The first guy was basically tall, dark, and handsome; he had a beard and wore a t-shirt and shorts. The second guy was short and skinny, with a head of sandy-colored hair.

Both boys sat on a bed, exchanged some small talk, then chatted with the cameraman. I didn't listen to a word they were saying.

I licked my lips and reached down between my legs. I started fondling my balls with one hand, and stroking my shaft with the other. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen as the guys stripped down and laid back against the bed. The dark-haired guy gave off a mischievous grin, then leaned over and started sucking the other.

I could've gotten off right then, but I didn't want it to be over, so I forced myself to go slow. I took my hand off my cock and just watched the clip. I'd never seen a guy blowing another, so I had to wonder what the dark-haired guy was feeling. I particularly wondered how that dick might taste in his mouth. I toyed with my own cockhead, then ran my fingers up and down my taint.

I assumed that the skinny guy would get it up the ass, but I turned out to be wrong. I practically held my breath as the dark-haired guy laid back, lifted his legs, and begged for the other guy's dick.

The skinny guy lubed himself up, then moved in between the dark-haired guy's legs. He positioned his cock just outside the other guy's hole, teased it for a second, and finally shoved his way in.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The dark-haired dude was so manly, yet he was taking it up the ass, and he seemed to love every second of it. He was writhing all over the bed with a huge smile on his face. His dick was rock hard, but he was gyrating so hard that it still kept flopping around. The skinny guy leaned down for a kiss, and the dark-haired guy leaned up to meet him. They started making out while their bodies kept bucking back and forth.

The dudes pounded each other for a while, then paused to change positions. The dark-haired guy rolled over, then got up on all fours. The skinny guy kneeled behind him, leaned down, and started licking his ass. I was grossed out at first— after all, his dick had just been up there— but then I started getting intrigued.

The video zoomed in on the dark-haired guy's hole. It was still pretty tight, even after the pounding it had just gotten. The skinny guy ran his tongue down the other guy's crack, then started making circles around his hole. The dark-haired dude's body started to tremble. The skinny guy kept eating him out, with his tongue darting practically every which way. Finally the skinny guy lifted his head up, licked his lips, and pushed his cock back into that ass.

Both dudes were groaning with pleasure. They picked up their pace till their bodies were practically slamming into each other. I loved how primal they were, and I couldn't stop watching. I wanted to get off so bad, but I still resisted the urge.

The dark-haired guy rolled onto his side. The skinny guy kept his dick inside him, and he kept on pumping without missing a beat. Then the dark-haired guy opened his mouth and threw his head back. Suddenly he shot his wad without touching himself.

I couldn't stop myself anymore. I gripped my cock and started pounding my pud. The sensations were more intense than I'd ever felt before. I could feel my own cum building up, and I could tell I was just about to bust.

The skinny guy pulled his dick out and jacked off over the dark-haired guy's face. It didn't take long before he was cumming too. Most of his jizz shot into the other dude's mouth, but some of it dribbled on his beard. The dark-haired guy wiped the stray cum off himself, then licked his fingers clean.

That was it for me. I let out a gasp as my body went into convulsions, and ropes of cum blasted onto my torso. I couldn't believe how awesome it felt. Cum kept shooting out of me and streaking across my chest.

Finally my dick stopped spurting, and the video stopped playing. I took my hand off my dick, sat back in my seat, and tried to catch my breath. My heart was still pounding, but the rest of my body was as relaxed as I'd ever felt it.

Holy shit was the first thought out of my mind. I couldn't believe I'd just jacked off to gay porn and liked it.

I assumed I should feel guilty, but deep down, I didn't. In fact, I already knew I'd be doing it again.

That morning turned out to be the start of an obsession. I didn't want anyone to know what was up, so I buried my feelings as deeply as I could. I showed up to my classes, did my assignments, and chilled with my friends, the same way I always had. But deep down, my curiosity was getting the better of me. I couldn't stop thinking about that dream, and the sex I'd seen in that video, and how it would feel to actually try that stuff.

I started timing my showers to run into Chad. It didn't always work, but whenever it did, it made me feel all tingly inside. I'd have to scramble to hide my boner, which was hard enough if I was fully clothed; it was practically impossible if I was in the middle of a shower.

Chad, meanwhile, was as shameless as ever. He kept on strutting around, naked as the day he was born, and his showers seemed to take longer and longer. I thought I caught him glancing at the other guys, but I told myself I was dreaming. He did spend a lot of time scrubbing his crotch— even more so than before— and he seemed to give his cock some nice tugs.

I tried to find an excuse to talk to him, but nothing seemed to work. I don't know if I was just nervous, or if I had bad timing, or what. But sometimes I did hear him talking to his friends. On one night in particular, he mentioned Rush Week, and how he had his eyes on joining Kappa Epsilon Psi. I'd never given much thought to Greek life before, and I'd definitely never wanted to part of it. But knowing Chad was into it, I just couldn't resist.

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When we left the beach, it almost felt weird to be wearing clothes again. After all, we'd been naked for most of the day. We'd been so free and so open that even my t-shirt and shorts felt uncomfortable.

Chad didn't say a word till we got in the car. But as soon as we shut the car doors, he seemed to be dying to talk. "Dude," he said, "holy shit! That was something else. I can't believe we just did that, I mean...."

I waited for him to finish his sentence, but he didn't. "So you enjoyed it?"

"Well yeah, I mean it was hot. I-I guess it's just, you know...."

"It's just what?"

He paused. "Well, I shouldn't... no, don't worry about it."

"Whatever's on your mind, you can say it."

Chad licked his lips. "That Middle Eastern guy's dick felt totally different from yours. And so did the other guy's. I-I mean, I liked them... but they weren't what I was used to." He swallowed hard. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised?"

"Well, my dick isn't exactly the only one out there...."

"I know." Chad was about to turn the car on, but then he hesitated. "I mean, I knew you were into this stuff in porn. I didn't really get why it turned you on so much, at least not at first. But after this... woah."

"You really liked it that much?"

"Don't get me wrong," he said. "Your dick is the one I want to come home to. It's just...."

"You want to experiment."

"Well, like I said, I don't want to fuck this up. I-I, well, we'd need to do it right." He finally turned the ignition. "But yeah, it was fun. And kind of kinky. So I'm up for more if you are."

I could feel myself getting hard at that thought. But I also had my share of nerves. "Yeah," I said. "I guess I feel the same way."

It only took a few minutes to get back to Chad's house. As soon as we did, we both went online and started looking for advice. A few websites had tips, but others just said to "do what's right for you"-- which was nice I guess, but not especially useful.

I, for one, was trying to walk a fine line. I didn't want to go back to my slut phase; I felt like I'd learned my lesson and put that stuff behind me. But I could tell Chad wanted to broaden his horizons, which I wasn't opposed to, partly because I did like showing him off.

After much discussion, we agreed on some basic ground rules. First, we'd always do this stuff together; we'd only invite others if both of us agreed. And we'd always wear protection, at least with the other guys. We didn't want to risk developing feelings for our hookups, so we'd keep them as anonymous as possible. The trick, of course, was how to pull all that off.

"You know," Chad said, "you do still have a Grindr account, don't you?"

"I guess so," I said. "I haven't used it in forever, but... I mean, if you want to give it a shot...."

"We might as well use it. Unless you've got a better idea."

I shrugged. "Where are the good gay bars around here?"

"Hell if I know. I didn't exactly hang out there in high school. I would guess they're probably in Hillcrest, but I'd be the wrong guy to ask...."

I was about to respond, but then I heard a knock. "Hello?" came Mrs. Collins's voice. "Are you boys decent?"

Shit, I thought, what a cock block.

Chad shut his laptop. "We're fine, Mom. Come in."

Mrs. Collins opened the bedroom door, and she stuck her head inside. "Well," she said, "it looks like you've been keeping yourselves busy."

Chad acted like we were just shooting the breeze. "We're cool," he said. "We were just down by Mission Bay."

I didn't think that was the beach's name, but I wasn't about to say anything. I just went with his story.

"I need to RSVP to the benefit next week. Did you boys want to go?"

I blinked. "Benefit?"

Chad shook his head. "It's this thing for military families. Mom's on their board of directors. They always do their big shindig on New Years. But it's boring as hell: mostly just rich people drinking champagne."

"Well, I'll still need need to be there," she said. "Scott, you're invited too."

I looked at Chad. "I... well, I'm fine with whatever."

"We'll stay here, Mom."

"If you're sure," she said. "Just don't get into trouble like that brother of yours."

Chad and I exchanged glances. "We won't."

"And I don't want you making yourself scarce," she said. "I want to spend quality time with you. Considering I don't get to see you that often."

"Aw jeez--"

"It's true," she said. "If this isn't the time for family, what is?"

I felt a pang of guilt as she said it. After all, as she'd pointed out before, I was a guest in her house. Even Chad was really there to see her and Patrick. It didn't seem right for us to be looking for dick-- at least not at that moment.

The guilt trip worked, because we spent the rest of that day together. Mrs. Collins un-grounded Patrick, at least for the time being, so I got to see all their family dynamics in action. Their Christmas traditions did throw me off, because they were nothing like mine: among other things, they hired someone to put up their decorations, which were all bland and generic. Still, despite their quirks, they did have a weird affection for each other.

I kept trying to figure out Patrick. On the one hand, he was clearly smarter than I'd realized. At one point we went to see A Christmas Carol onstage, and he started talking about the Victorian Era. I eventually found out his dad was a history buff, so he and Chad had been raised on a diet of books and documentaries.

At the same time, the dude could be a total tool. On Christmas Eve, we were out having dinner, and Mrs. Collins left to use the bathroom. While she was gone, Patrick had the balls to ask: "so which of you is the woman?"

"The woman?" Chad asked.

"Well you know, if you're getting it on--"

"In a gay relationship, there isn't any woman," Chad said. "That's kind of the point."

I couldn't help noticing Chad's choice of words. This was the closest he'd come to saying he was gay.

"You know what I mean," Patrick said.

"You mean bottoming?"

"What the hell is that?"

"It means getting it up the ass," Chad asked. "And if you really want to know, we like to mix it up. The word for that is versatile."

"Shit," Patrick said.

"Do you really want to know more?"

"No, that's fine, I was just saying--"

"Just saying what?" Chad asked. "Are you seriously that interested in how we get off?"

"That's gross!" Patrick said. "Talk about TMI--"

"Well, you brought it up."

"I get the point, okay? You don't need to rub it in."

"Fine," Chad said. "But don't ask the question if you don't want to hear the answer."

I tried to gauge what Patrick was thinking. He did seem awfully curious, and maybe a little skittish, so I had to wonder if there was something going on. He was definitely a good-looking guy, with a lot of the same features as Chad; but he did seem edgier and just the slightest bit dangerous. I was sure he could get laid nearly any way he wanted. I had to remind myself that he was my boyfriend's brother, and thus very much off-limits.

After dinner, as we drove back to the house, I starting noticing our surroundings looked familiar. I saw a few rainbow flags in the windows, and I realized the neighborhood had been in Nick and Jay's travelogues. Then we drove by a big sign that said "HILLCREST" in all caps.

I remembered what Chad had said earlier, about the local gay bars. I shot him a look, and he nodded back at me. I was tempted to get out of the car and explore, but I knew it would need to wait.

When we got home, Mrs. Collins sent Patrick back to his room, and the rest of us watched some TV. Eventually, when she went to bed, Chad and I finally had time to ourselves-- which was what we'd really wanted all along.

We started snuggling on the couch, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Chad stared at the blank spot on the wall. "You know," he said at one point, "I wish that was a picture of us up there."

I looked up at him. "Wouldn't that offend your dad?"

"I dunno," he said. "From what Mom says, I'm not sure he'll ever set foot in here again." He sighed. "I mean, she's been talking about divorce for a while... but never like this."

I tightened my arms around him. "I'm sorry," was all I could say.

"It is what it is," he said. "Listen, babe... if you're ever not happy with me, or if I piss you off or whatever, I want you to tell me. Be honest. I mean, I don't know much about this relationship stuff... so I don't want to fuck it up."

"I never said anything about fucking it up."

"I know you didn't, but I haven't exactly had the best role models. Definitely none who are gay."

I paused. "There's that word again."

"What?"

"You've never actually described yourself that way."

Chad rolled his eyes. "Okay fine. I'll say it: I'm gay. I can't exactly deny it anymore. A hundred percent dick-loving gay. It's not like that's a fucking news flash... especially to you."

"Hm," I said. "I guess that's one way of putting it... but I'm still proud of you for saying it."

Chad put his hand on my crotch. "Yeah, well, you know this cock is what made me admit it...."

I turned my head, and my lips met his. It was a polite kiss at first, but then Chad slid his hand up my shirt. I responded in kind, and we started getting more randy. My fingers made their way down his spine, and eventually down into his asscrack.

"Mm," Chad said between kisses. "Keep going baby...."

"Are you sure we should do this down here?"

"Yeah, why not?" he asked. "Nobody'll see us now."

I looked up at the Christmas decorations. "So you're saying you want to be put on the naughty list?"

"I thought we agreed to explore our naughty sides some more."

"Yes we did," I said, and I kissed him again.

Chad let me play with his ass some more. Then he broke off the kiss and stood up. He fumbled with my fly, then yanked down my pants and socks and everything else. My boner bounced into view, and as soon as it did, he licked his lips. "Oh fuck yeah," he said.

I took off my shirt and threw it aside. Then I reached over to Chad, undid his zipper, and pulled his pants down too. I didn't bother with any niceties: I just took his dick in my hands, aimed it at my face, and took it into my mouth.

"Shit," he gasped, and he put his hands on my face. "Yeah baby, suck that fucking cock."

I followed his orders, and I took him so deep that I almost gagged. I ran my tongue along his shaft, and I clamped my lips around his girth. I could practically feel his blood pumping inside my mouth. I kept bobbing my head up and down, while also caressing his skin with my hands.

Eventually Chad took off his shirt, which was the only thing either of us was still wearing. He tossed it on the couch, and then he stood above me buck naked. "Aw fuuuuuuck...."

I stopped sucking him for a moment, then looked in his eyes. "Is your gay dick liking that?"

"Mm," he said. "My gay dick wants a helluva lot more than just that."

"Does it now?" I asked. "Do tell."

Chad didn't answer, at least not verbally. He just pushed me back on the coffee table, then leaned down toward my cock. He kissed the tip as he looked into my eyes. Then he kissed the ridge on the underside of my shaft, and he slowly made his way downward. When he got to my ballsack, he stuck out his tongue and ran it back up my rod. Finally he opened his mouth, took me inside, and started sucking away.

"Fuck," I gasped.

Chad played with my balls as he blew me. I sighed with pleasure, and I could feel my muscles start to tighten up. I didn't want to bust quite yet, but Chad was going to town on me, and there was only so long I could resist.

Then, just when I was about to go over the edge, he took his mouth off my cock, and he went down to my taint. He ran his tongue along the base of my sack, teasing it just the way I liked it. Then he sucked my left nut, rolled it around in his mouth, then moved on to my right. I had to force myself not to let out a loud moan.

Chad moved further between my legs. He licked my taint some more, then started heading toward my hole.

I pulled up my legs till my knees were pressed against my shoulders. My pucker was pointed straight at Chad. He stared at it for a second, licked his lips, then dove his face between my cheeks.

Chad's beard tickled my crack, and his tongue flicked against my hole. I wanted more, so I pressed my ass against him. Chad responded just the way I wanted: he devoured my crack like his life depended on it.

"Omigod," I said as I felt his tongue go inside me. By now my nerves were going haywire. I was so close, I knew I could bust any second.

Chad reached up, and he stroked my cock while he tongue-fucked my ass. My body shivered with pleasure. Then my balls tightened up, and I knew that was it.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as my cum blasted out of me. A rope shot across my abs, and a bunch of gobs splattered on my chest.

Chad kept going till my dick finished shooting. Then he came up for air; his face was a little red, and he seemed out of breath. "I want to fuck that ass so bad."

My first thought was was that we needed lube. But Chad was already on it: he scooped up the cum from my body, then reached down and rubbed it on my hole. He stuck a few fingers inside me, and he got me nice and wet.

It felt weird to have my own cum up my ass. It was still warm, and it felt especially gooey down there. But I didn't have time to think about it, because the next thing I knew, Chad was getting in position. He looked at me for a second, and he licked his lips. Then I felt his mushroom tip pop inside me.

"Fuck me," I said.

Chad did as he as told. He shoved his dick further up my chute, till he was in balls-deep. Then he started pumping away. "Oh yeah," he said, "I love that manly ass."

"That's it, baby--"

"Such a tight fucking ass... aw shit, you feel so good...."

Chad was ramming me so hard that I thought I could fall off the table. But then he grabbed my waist and pulled me back, all while keeping his cock inside me. I gripped the sides of the table, and I savored the feeling of his pole up my butt. "Oh yeah," I said, "give it to me...."

"You want my faggot dick?"

"You know I do," I said. "It's made just right for my fucking faggot ass."

"I love that ass," he said, "and I love the package it comes with."

I liked where he was going with this. "Tell me about it...."

"I love how that cock feels," he said, "and how it tastes... and I love those balls, and all the cum they make for me...."

"Keep going...."

"And I love your fucking six-pack. And those hairy armpits are so fucking sexy...."

I lifted my arms to give him a nice view. He took my right hand and guided it into his mouth. Then he sucked my fingers, one by one, while he kept on pounding away.

When Chad finished playing with my pinky, he leaned down and kissed me. "Most of all," he said, "I fucking love you."

I'd never heard Chad talk like that before. He'd never seemed like the lovey-dovey type, but those words made me feel better than any sex ever could. "I love you too, baby."

Chad kissed me again, then leaned back up and started picking up the pace. His dick kept pistoning inside me, and his balls and thighs kept smacking against me, faster and faster, till his whole body was practically vibrating.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled as he hit my prostate, and a new wave of pleasure shot through my body.

"O-o-o-o-o-oh yeah," he said as he suddenly slowed down, and I felt him shoot inside me. I was so used to that feeling, yet it still felt fucking amazing every single time. My favorite part was the look on his face, knowing how great he must feel.

As it turned out, I wasn't far behind him. I just let out a yelp as I busted another nut. My second load wasn't as big as my first one, but it sure as hell felt good. More blobs of cum burst out of my cock and landed all over my abs.

Chad pulled out of me, stepped back, and plopped down on the couch. "Woah," he said, "that was awesome."

I rolled onto my side and smiled. "Merry Christmas to you too."

Chad just rolled his eyes and chuckled.

I didn't want to move, but I knew I couldn't lie on the table forever. Eventually we headed up to Chad's room, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

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Even the next morning, I woke up to find Chad's body still pressed against mine. I loved just lying there, watching him sleep, feeling his chest slowly rising and falling.

Eventually, of course, duty called. Once Chad got up, we made our way downstairs to celebrate Christmas morning. Mrs. Collins had laid out breakfast in the family room, with coffee, croissants, and a bunch of other stuff. I tried to gauge if she'd wiped down that table, or if she had any idea what Chad and I had done there. I figured the answer was probably no on both counts.

When we opened our presents, I was shocked to find Chad had gotten me an iPad. It was way more than I'd expected: I'd just given him a few movies on Blu-ray, and I'd given his family a wine basket. Chad acted like everything was cool, but I knew he'd spent way more on me than I'd spent on him. I silently swore to make it up to him later-- just to make sure he didn't get shortchanged.

We inaugurated the iPad by Skyping with my family. My nerves were tingling throughout: after all, I was introducing my gay lover for the first time. Chad seemed even more nervous than I was. I kept telling myself there was no reason to be scared, but this was easier said than done.

To be honest, I don't remember most of what we talked about. I was just trying to gauge what everyone was thinking. My parents mostly seemed like their usual selves, but they kept asking Chad questions. I was pretty sure they'd already checked out his social media. I also knew they'd talk about him afterward, and they'd probably only tell me the tip of the iceberg.

I do remember my mom saying how much she missed me, and Amy chimed in to say that all our friends said hi.

"What do you mean, 'all our friends?'" I asked.

"Well, you know the usual gang: Rosie and Kevin and Johan...."

I must've flinched at the sound of Johan's name. Amy suddenly went silent, though the others hardly seemed to notice. My dad started jabbering on about his work, while my mom tried to get him to shut up, which was pretty much their usual banter.

When the call finally ended, Chad took a deep breath, and he offered to get me a coffee. As soon as he got up, my phone buzzed with a text.

Sure enough, it was Amy. I knew it! she wrote. You and Johan? That explains why he was asking about you!

I looked over at Chad, but he wasn't paying attention. Then I texted back: Johan's being weird about that. It was a while ago. And it wasn't anything special: just a hookup, that's it.

Amy just took a second to respond. Was that before you met Chad?

No, I wrote, but it was before we started dating.

That's cool, she said. Nothing wrong with that.

Don't say anything, okay? I don't need this getting out.

Ok fine, she wrote. But you know who does need to know? Your boyfriend.

I sighed and took a deep breath. Chad was still over by the table, stirring my coffee, totally oblivious. I told him months ago, I said. Besides, that's between him and me. It's none of your business.

Chad came back over. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I just shook my head. "Nothing," I said as he handed me my coffee. "Thanks baby."

"Merry Christmas," he said.

We spent the rest of that day quietly flirting. I don't think his mom picked up on it, or at least I hoped she didn't. But the truth was, both Chad and I were itching to get out out of the house-- just him and me-- so that we could go have some fun. After all, now that Chad was embracing his sexuality, I wanted to make sure his needs got taken care of.

As it turned out, though, it wasn't till the next day that we got to check out Hillcrest. We took an Uber down there, and we walked around a little, just taking in the sights.

We found a place called Thaxter's, which advertised all-nude boys, so we couldn't resist going inside. It was a classic strip joint, with a long stage that was basically a runway; a bunch of customers were clustered around it, some more drunk than others. At that particular moment, there was no dancer onstage, so a few guys were making trips to the bar near the back.

Chad was definitely out of his depth. He practically tiptoed around, like he wasn't supposed to be there. I couldn't really blame him, considering how nervous I'd been my first time in a gay bar. Now, of course, I was the pro who was showing him the ropes.

The bartender was an older guy, basically a silver fox, with a handsome face and some distinguished-looking wrinkles. "So what'll it be?" he asked.

I was hardly impressed by his tap list. Unlike the other bars we'd visited, this one only seemed to have Bud Light and Miller. "What do you have on bottles?" I asked.

"I can do Corona in a bottle," he said.

Wrong answer, I thought. I did want a beer, but I just couldn't bring myself to order one of those. "I'll have a Mudslide," I said.

The bartender turned to Chad. "You?"

"Jack and Coke."

"Coming right up," the bartender said, and he started making our drinks.

I opened Grindr while we waited. The results were just as awesome as I expected. They listed dozens of guys within a few hundred feet.

"Check that out," Chad said. He pointed to a flyer, which read: HOTTEST SEX PARTY IN TOWN!!! If you're a swinger, curious, or just want to watch....

"That'd be cool," I said, "except it's after we fly back."

He lowered his voice to a whisper. "We can always throw a party of our own," he said. "Maybe with the Kap Eps?"

I had to admit I liked that idea. After all, we'd pretty much all seen each other get off. Considering how many of us were gay, I figured we'd get at least a few takers. But that would need to be at least a few weeks out.

The bartender handed us our drinks, and I slid him his money. Then Chad and I turned to the crowd, and we started scoping out our options.

The first guy we hit on was a big muscle guy. He seemed to be right up our alleys, but before we got very far, his boyfriend showed up. The boyfriend shot us a dirty look, wrapped his arm around the guy, and led him away.

The next guy was a bear who took a liking to Chad. He made a point of saying he was single, so he did seem like a promising prospect. Then he told us how badly he wanted to whip us; he invited us home to his dungeon, and he bragged about all the slings and cages he had there. That wasn't exactly what we were after, so we passed.

It went on like that for a while, till I went back to Grindr. Eventually I refreshed my grid, and I saw a guy appear at the top. I tapped on his profile, and I saw he was listed as zero feet away.

I looked up and saw the guy sitting at the bar. At first he seemed too good to be true. He was alone, on his phone, yet he was awfully good-looking. I was surprised he wasn't already snapped up.

Suddenly the guy looked up. He seemed confused at first, but then our eyes met. "Hey man," I said. "Are you Madison?"

"Yeah," he said. "So I'm guessing you're RJ630?"

"That's me," I said.

Chad cleared his throat. He clearly wanted in on the action.

"This is my boyfriend," I said. "Madison, meet--"

"Charles," Chad said, and he shook Madison's hand.

"R.J. and Charles, huh? Nice to meet you." Madison licked his lips, then pointed at my phone. "You looking for a third wheel?"

I shrugged. "We're just seeing what's out there," I said. "How about you?"

"Did you read my profile?"

"Oh yeah--"

"I gotta be honest, I didn't read yours. That picture got me distracted." He nodded at Chad. "You must be one lucky guy."

"That's one way of putting it," Chad said.

"I bet when you guys fuck, it's incredible."

Chad shrugged. "Maybe you'll have to watch us and find out."

Woah, I thought. Chad had gone from being totally new at this, to flirting like a pro, in just a few minutes. Of course, I knew he might just be hiding his anxiety, but still....

"I just might need to do that," Madison said. "Is that an invitation?"

"It depends on what you're bringing to the table," Chad said. "We don't just fuck around with anyone."

"That's my boy," Madison said.

The bartender stepped up to us, and he tapped his watch. "Time check," he said to Madison. "Don't you need to get going?"

Madison rolled his eyes. "Aw hell," he said, "just when this was starting to get good."

"I'm just saying," the bartender said, "you can always come back later. You just can't be late."

"Yeah yeah, point taken," Madison said, and he shotgunned his drink. "Listen, if you guys want to meet up later, I'm staying at the Alonzo."

Chad and I looked at each other, but we didn't say a word.

"Come by anytime after eleven," he said. "Apartment 269... which is easy to remember."

Chad didn't seem to bat an eye. "That's cool," he said.

"Awesome." With that, Madison got up and disappeared into the crowd.

I didn't know what to make of that, and I don't think Chad did either. But the bartender didn't seem the slightest bit fazed.

"Sorry boys," he said. "I didn't mean to get in the way of your little love scene. But I know how Madison can get."

I was about to ask what he meant by that, but before I could, he held out his hand.

"My name's Thaxter by the way."

I frowned. "Thaxter... like the bar?"

"The one and only," he said. "I know: with a name like that, my parents never gave me a chance."

I shook his hand. "I'm Scott."

"I thought you said you were R.J."

"U-uh, I mean--"

"It's fine," he said, and he looked over at Chad. "I'm guessing your name isn't Charles either, but in my bar, you can be whoever you want to be. Whatever that entails."

I was about to answer, but then a stripper came prancing onstage. He was a blond twink, dressed up like an angel. Actually, the only thing he was wearing was a see-through tunic, plus a halo on his head and wings on his shoulders. A cloud of fog was billowing around him. I could see his dick right through the fabric-- it was soft and totally hairless-- and it went flopping around as he started his dance.

"Damn," was all I could say.

A bunch of catcalls rang out. The twink didn't seem to mind; if anything, he had fun with it. He wagged his finger at the offenders, playfully admonishing them, and he kept right on dancing. A few guys tried to grope him, but he avoided the edge of the stage so that no one could reach him.

I looked down at Chad's crotch. His boner was clearly standing at attention. Chad fidgeted a little and adjusted his pants.

"I'm guessing you like what you're seeing?" I asked.

"Mm-hm," he said. "I had no idea what I was missing all those years. I mean, I kind of did, but not really...."

"Wait," Thaxter said. "Am I hearing this is your first time in a gay bar?"

"Y-yeah, I mean not for Scott, but for me...."

"Then welcome to the club, literally!" he said. "Did you just come out?"

"I-I... well, I guess you could say that...."

"Well, congratulations! Your next round's on me."

"Uh, okay." Chad shrugged and smiled. "Thanks."

The stripper, meanwhile, was still going at it. He ripped off his tunic so that he was fully naked. He whipped the cloth around his head, taking care not to get it caught in his wings. Then he did a sort of sensual striptease, running the fabric across his body. Eventually he tossed the tunic aside, so the only thing still cloaking him was the fog.

The stripper made his way to the end of the runway, and he caressed his bare body. His cock, incredibly enough, was still soft. The people around him kept hooting and hollering. Then the boy turned his back and shook his pale white booty at us; I felt my mouth water as I imagined how it would feel to dive in.

Finally the music swelled to a climax, the naked twink struck a pose, and the lights went out. The crowd erupted in cheers and sent dollar bills flying through the air. It took a while before the noise died down.

"Keep watching," Thaxter said. "You ain't seen nuthin' yet."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Just wait."

 

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I sipped my drink and kept my eyes on the stage. It took a minute or two for the fog to disperse. Then the lights went up again, and a new song started to play.

A black airline pilot stepped out from behind a curtain. Then two male flight attendants joined him, and I immediately realized who they were. One was the dude we'd just talked to, and the other looked like his twin, though I couldn't tell which was which.

"Wait," Chad said. "Are you telling me... I mean, that Madison guy--"

"I'll put it this way," Thaxter said. "Those two sure get butts in the seats, and they put on a helluva show."

I nodded in agreement. The twins did look unusually hot. They were well-polished, without a hair out of place. They wore identical red blazers, with corresponding vests underneath, and their dance moves matched each other step-for-step. I felt like I was watching their performance in stereo.

The twins rolled a cart down the stage, and they served drinks to guys in the audience. Apparently the flight attendants were supposed to be hitting on the pilot; so the twins kept circling around the black guy, trying to get his attention.

When the music launched into a chorus, the twins whipped open their blazers. They gyrated their hips, then pulled off the blazers and twirled them around. Then they plopped the black guy into a chair, peeled off his jacket, and took turns giving him lap dances. One of them whipped off the man's necktie and started using it as a whip.

Eventually the twins' vests came off, and they started unbuttoning the shirts underneath. I was ready to see some real skin, but of course those guys teased us as long as they could. They kept messing with the black guy, and they alternated between taking off his clothes and taking off their own. I was thrilled when their shirts were open wide enough to show off their chest hair.

Chad kept squirming in his seat. His dick was clearly straining to get out of its restraints. I was tempted to take him to the bathroom, or maybe the back alley, and fool around with him there. But I forced myself to behave.

After what seemed like a long time, the twins' shirts finally came off. They undid their flies, and they pulled their pants down just a few inches: just far enough to reveal the thongs underneath.

I suddenly realized I was touching myself. I looked down at my crotch, and I could see a spot of pre-cum leaking through my pants.

Chad must've noticed, because he glanced down, then whispered into my ears: "When did he say he could meet us?"

I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation. "Sometime after eleven."

Chad looked at his watch. He didn't say a word, but he didn't really need to.

By now the twins had taken off their pants, and the black guy was down to a g-string. The twins were obviously hard, and they only seemed to be getting harder. They were grinding their butts against the black guy; then they both undid a clasp, and their thongs popped off.

Both of the twins' packages were as gorgeous as I'd hoped. Their penises were sticking straight out, with their low-hanging balls swinging back and forth beneath them. The twins bent all the way down, so their asses were up in the air, and they stuck them in the black guy's face.

Finally the black guy yanked off his g-string, and he jumped up from his chair. Apparently the flight attendants had gotten their wish, and had seduced their pilot. Now that they were all naked, their dance became a blur of light and dark skin, from chests to backs to cocks to butts to anything else you could ask for.

My heart was pounding, and I could sense the hormones in my veins. I was so fucking horny, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. I looked over at Chad, and I could tell he was breathing hard too, though he was trying to hide it.

Finally the black guy jumped into the twins' arms. The music went crazy, and so did the crowd, as the set reached its big finish. The dancers took in the applause, till finally the lights went down.

"Woah," seemed to be all Chad could say.

After that, we took up Thaxter on his offer of free drinks. Secretly, though, we were watching the clock the whole time. We Googled the Alonzo, and we found it was just a few blocks away. I wasn't sure what to expect, but Chad was definitely interested, and I wasn't about to get in his way. So as soon as eleven o'clock rolled around, we made our way over.

We got buzzed in at the front door, then headed upstairs to Apartment 269. When we knocked on the door, it cracked open, and we saw a familiar face.

"Hi boys," he said. "You must be the guys Madison invited."

Wait a minute, I thought. This is his twin?

"I'm Mason," he said, and he held out his hand.

I shook his hand, but I couldn't help feeling weird. Apparently it wasn't enough that these guys looked alike; they had to have names that were almost identical. I wasn't sure I could even tell them apart, but I tried to act cool about it. "I'm R.J.," I said, "and this is Charles."

"Come in," Mason said, and he opened the door all the way.

The other guy, apparently Madison, got up from the couch. "Hey guys," he said. "I was hoping you'd come."

"Why wouldn't we?" I asked.

"You never know," he said. "There are a lot of flakes out there."

I looked around. The apartment was just a little studio, about the same size as my student apartment. "So is this a normal thing for you?" I asked. "Picking up guys at the bar?"

"Only guys we like," Madison said. "We're not like those guys who work as escorts or whatever. The people who go for that stuff usually aren't the best. At least for us-- no offense if you're into that."

I shook my head. I'd never even thought of hiring an escort; I'd heard about it of course, but that was pretty much it.

"Anyway, where'd we leave off?" Madison asked. He put his arms around Chad. "I think you were asking what we could offer you. Do you still need me to answer that?"

Chad looked at Mason, then looked back at Madison. Then he turned to me, as if he wanted me to say something.

"Do you guys like to watch?" Mason asked.

"Watch what?" Chad asked. "Are you saying--"

"Well, we like to fuck just like everybody else. And you might've noticed from our set... we like having an audience."

Chad stepped out of Madison's arms. "For fucking each other?" he asked. "I-I mean, if you guys are brothers--"

"So what if we are?" Mason asked. "A lot of people have fooled around with their brothers. We're just ballsy enough to admit it."

"I would never fool around with my brother," Chad said. "That's gross."

"Is your brother your twin?"

"Well no--"

"Then it's not the same thing," Mason said. "Besides, do you think I'm hot?"

"I-I mean yeah of course--"

He looked over at Madison. "Then you must think he's hot too, considering we look exactly the same."

"W-well yeah...."

"So just think of us as two hot guys," Mason said. "For me, it's like having sex with myself. Haven't you ever fantasized about that?"

I didn't say a word. Now that I thought about it, that idea had crossed my mind years before, though I'd done my best to suppress it. It was back when I'd first started jacking off: the sensation was so new and exciting that I was dying to take it to the next level. I wanted to lose my virginity so bad, but at that age, it was easier said than done. If there were two of me, I thought, I could take care of everything myself. I was surprised to hear other guys had had the same idea.

"It's still weird," Chad was saying.

"Well," Mason said, "nobody is asking you to fuck your brother. I just want you to watch me fuck mine." He put his arms around Madison, then leaned in and kissed him.

I wanted to be revolted, but I had to admit, the sight was really fucking sexy. Mason was right: they were both hot guys, and I couldn't deny I loved the sight of hot guys going at it. This kiss of theirs wasn't just a peck on the lips; it was intimate and erotic, like what you'd expect from longtime lovers who were still crazy for each other.

Chad tried to hide his boner, but I wasn't fooled. Like me, he couldn't seem to look away.

The twins broke off their kiss, and they both turned to us. "Okay," Mason said, "now it's your turn."

Chad and I looked at each other. I wasn't exactly opposed to kissing him, but I was still nervous. I wasn't sure where this was going to lead.

Chad hesitated too, but then he moved in toward me. The next thing I knew, his lips were pressing against mine; and as usual, our surroundings seemed to disappear. I felt his beard against my skin, and I tasted his tongue in my mouth. I was already horned up from watching the strip show, but this seemed to bring me to a whole new level. Eventually I stopped trying to resist, and I just went along with it.

"Oh fuck yeah," Mason said as he stuck his hand down Madison's pants.

"Take your shirts off," Madison said.

Chad slid his hands across my abs. Then he broke off our kiss, and he pulled my shirt over my head. I put my arms around him, grabbed his hem, and pulled his shirt off too. Then we went back to our makeout session.

Mason undid Madison's pants button, and he opened his zipper. Then he pulled out Madison's cock. Madison threw his head back and let out a sigh. Mason stroked him for a minute, then lowered him onto the bed.

Chad sat down on the couch, which was directly across from the bed, and I sat down beside him. Then he took my hand and held it tight.

Madison took off his shirt. Mason pulled down Madison's pants, then took his dick in his mouth and started sucking away. Madison closed his eyes and put his hands on Mason's head.

Chad and I didn't say a word. I pressed my body against his, and he wrapped his fingers around mine. I was tempted to do more, but we were both transfixed by the sight in front of us.

Madison grabbed Mason's sleeves, and he pulled his shirt over his head. "Let's get this off of you," he said.

Mason got up, dropped his pants, and got back on the bed. Now both guys were naked. Their bodies looked even better up close than onstage. It still felt like we were seeing double.

Madison sat up and started sucking Mason. As he did, he played with his own cock; but he only did it tentatively, like he was teasing himself. Mason let out a few gasps, then started grinding his hips.

I reached down to Chad's cock, and I was about to start playing with it, but then Mason shook his head. "No," he said between thrusts. "Just get comfortable."

I followed his orders, and I leaned back on the couch. Chad followed suit, and we just held each other while we watched.

Madison, ever the showman, shifted his body to give us a better view. He kept blowing Mason for a while, then popped his dick out of his mouth. "I need this inside me," Madison whispered.

Mason reached for a drawer, which apparently was where they kept their lube. He greased up his cock, then put a few dabs on Madison's hole. Then he kneeled between Madison's

legs, and he gradually slid inside him.

"Oh yeah," Madison gasped. "Give it to me."

Mason complied and started pounding away. He threw back his shoulders so that his chest jutted out in front of him. All his muscles were flexing and contracting, all in perfect synchronization.

Madison's body was flailing underneath. He was moaning with pleasure, and he was working his ass around Mason's cock, while always begging him for more. Both twins were staring into each others' eyes, both with the same lusty expression.

By now, I was almost ready to cum in my pants. I could tell Chad was leaking lots of pre-cum himself.

"Are you close?" Madison asked. At first I thought this was directed at us, but then I realized he was asking Mason.

"Yeah," Mason said.

"Then fucking cum," Madison said. "Fill me up."

Mason gave him a few more thrusts, but then his balls contracted, and his body went rigid. Madison yelped as he took his brother's load.

"Holy shit," Chad said.

Mason stopped pumping, then pulled his cock out of Madison. It was lathered in cum, and a few gobs dripped on the sheets. "Now it's your turn," he said, and he got down on all fours.

Madison got up, applied some more lube, and positioned himself behind Mason's butt. Then he shoved his way in, and he started fucking him doggy-style.

"Oh yeah," Mason said. "You feel so good in me...."

"Fucking take it," Madison said.

They went at it a little bit longer, but then Madison got close. He yanked his dick out, then gave himself a quick jerk.

"Oh yeah!" he yelled as his body convulsed, and he shot on Mason's hole. His cum splattered all over Mason's crack, and it started dripping down his taint.

Mason waited till Madison was finished. Then he plopped down on his side, and he smiled at us. "Did you like that?" he asked.

I was pretty much speechless. I'd never seen anything like that before.

"W-well yeah," Chad said. The stiffness in his jeans said all we needed to know.

"Why don't you take those pants off and join us?"

I didn't need to be told twice. If anything, I was scared of cumming too soon; so I opened my fly as wide as it would go, and I made sure not to touch my cock as I threw my pants down. Then I stepped over to the bed, and Chad wasn't far behind me.

Madison took me in his arms. "So that's what your cock looks like," he said. "I was wondering."

"Does it live up to what you were hoping for?" I asked.

"So far so good," he said, "but the only way to be sure is to take it for a spin."

I looked over at Chad, who was leaking even more pre-cum than ever. He didn't answer; he ran his hands down Mason's chest, then followed his treasure trail, and wrapped his fingers around the man's still-wet cock.

Mason wrapped his hands around Chad's neck, and before I had a chance to object, he pulled him in for a kiss. As he did, Madison started playing with my dick; he started with a few gentle touches, but then he started caressing me, and then he full-on went down on me.

So there I was, getting blown by one guy and watching my boyfriend make out with another. Somehow it seemed like most normal thing in the world, and I didn't want it to stop.

Eventually Chad broke off the kiss, and he nibbled on one of Mason's nipples. Then he made his way further down, and he ran his tongue along the guy's bellybutton. He stroked Mason's cock with one hand, and he stroked his own with the other.

I expected Chad to start sucking Mason's dick, but then he threw me for a loop. He leaned over to me and Madison, and he started sucking Madison's instead. Mason didn't seem to complain; he just leaned down and started sucking Chad.

By now we were all lying on the bed, with our bodies more or less in a circle. I was the only one without a cock in my mouth, and Mason was the only one not getting sucked, so I knew I had to remedy that.

I reached over and had my way with Mason's rod. It still tasted of cum, at least till I lapped it all up. I reached back to Mason's ass, and I found it was still slick with lube. I slid a few fingers in his hole, and I felt his body respond.

"Mm," Mason said, though he couldn't say much with Chad in his mouth. But Mason followed my lead and started playing with Chad's hole. I knew Chad would love that, and sure enough, he let out a few moans of his own.

As I explored Mason's crack with my hand, I realized not everything down there was lube. His taint was still wet from Madison's load. I scooped up as much as I could, then brought it to my mouth. It was exactly like the cum I'd tasted a moment before-- not that that was a surprise.

Chad suddenly shifted his body. "Oh fuck!" he said as he yanked his dick out of Mason's mouth. I saw a little spurt come out of him, but he forced himself not to cum all the way. That was my boy: I knew he could edge with the best of them.

I felt my own orgasm coming on, so I followed Chad's lead, and I made Madison take his mouth off of me. A few of my muscles started to contract, and I did feel a wave of pleasure, but I stopped myself before I went too far.

"Woah," I said as our oral train came apart. My heart was beating, but I knew we had to pause if we wanted to keep the party going. I just laid back on the bed and tried to catch my breath.

"You guys are awesome at this," Mason said.

I snorted. "Right back at ya," I said.

"What are you doing next week?"

"We're here on vacation," I said. "We leave on Wednesday."

"Seriously? Shit."

You're telling me, I thought. I loved the idea of this being a regular thing, but I knew it wasn't in the cards.

"Anyway," Madison said, "how do you guys want to finish? I'm guessing after all that anticipation, you're going to cum fucking buckets...."

"Probably," Chad said, and then he turned to Mason. "I want to fuck your ass."

"Oh hell yeah," Mason said.

Madison looked at me. "Do you want to fuck mine?" he asked.

"I will if you want to...."

He seemed to sense where I was going. "But?"

"Well...." I looked at his cock, which I hadn't played with at all. "I kind of want to ride that."

Madison grinned. "You're my kind of guy."

"Hey," Chad said half-jokingly, "watch it."

"Well, you can get more of this whenever you want," Madison said. "I've got to get some while I can. Especially if you're both leaving town." Then he gave Chad a kiss, though he lingered a bit longer than I would've liked.

We reached for the twins' supplies, and we wasted no time getting ready. I rolled a condom onto Madison's cock-- which was still wet from Chad's blowjob-- and then I lubed up my hole. Finally I straddled Madison's body, and I lowered myself onto his rod. I felt his dick go further and further up my chute, till finally my butt cheeks rested on his pubes.

I looked over at Mason, who was back on all fours-- apparently his position of choice-- and I watched Chad slowly impaling his ass. "Oh God," Mason gasped.

Chad got all the way in, then started his thrusts. It only took a few seconds for both him and me to get into a rhythm. As we did, we leaned in toward each other, and we started making out. It was kind of a weird feeling at first, considering each of us was having sex with someone else, but we got used to it real fast. I still couldn't get over the feeling of Chad's beard against my lips. I could hear him breathing harder and harder, and I savored the smell of his skin.

Madison thrust up into me, and I let out a gasp, but it felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. I tried to position my body so that he would hit my prostate. Then he suddenly hit the spot; I closed my eyes, and I felt my mouth drop open.

"Oh fuck yeah," Chad was saying as he pounded Mason into submission. "Aw shit!" Then his muscles and tendons all went taut, and I knew he was filling his condom.

"Fuuuuuuuck," I said as Madison hit my prostate again, and I just couldn't hold back anymore. I put my hand on my cock, and a split second later, a huge fucking load came gushing out of me. Rope after rope covered Madison's chest. I thought I'd stop cumming after a second or two, but my balls were so full that they kept on delivering.

"Yeah baby," Chad said as he came down from his high.

I let out a deep sigh, and I sat down on Madison's dick, while I felt the last of my load dribble out of me. "Holy fucking shit," I said. "That was incredible...."

"Looks like your man liked it too," Mason said.

Chad pulled his dick from Mason's ass. "Yes I did," he said. I looked over and saw his rubber full of jizz.

I got off of Madison's cock, and I laid down on the bed. Chad and Madison threw away their condoms, then got down beside me. Chad laid right next to me, and I relished the warmth of his body against mine. The twins snuggled up to us on either side. I felt really fucking good, but I was still dazed at what we'd just done. And I could only imagine what might come next.

 

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Bravo!!!!! Hot!!!!

 

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huh?

nevermind--I was out of context, sorry

 

[briacon429]

We ended up spending the night at the twins' place. Their bed wasn't meant for four people-- at least not for actual sleeping-- but we made it work. We basically got really friendly: whenever one of us moved, the rest of us would feel it.

When I woke up the next morning, I found our blanket had fallen to the floor, and a bunch of our limbs were draped over the others. I was basically lying in a pile of man flesh. I took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of everyone's cum.

I had a raging case of morning wood, and the sight of all these guys only made me that much hornier. Chad was hard too, and we were tempted to help get each other off. I almost wanted to sneak into the bathroom, or even a closet, and have my way with him. But we both stayed on our best behavior, at least for the moment.

We knew we'd broken the rules we'd laid out. We were getting perilously close to my old slut phase, and we hadn't kept things as anonymous as we'd planned. At first I told myself that the twins must've used fake names too, the same way Chad and I had. But then I saw some mail they'd left out, and sure enough, it was addressed to Mason and Madison Turner.

Fuck! I thought to myself. Not only were those their real names, but now I felt like an idiot, since now I knew their last names and everything. So much for that original plan.

Chad and I figured we'd hang out till the twins got up, but those boys kept right on sleeping. We guessed they mostly worked nights, so they were probably even less into mornings than we were. Eventually we just said fuck it, and we ordered an Uber.

By some miracle, we managed to sneak back to Chad's bedroom without running into his mom or his brother. As soon as we closed the door behind us, I felt a huge wave of relief.

"Holy shit," Chad said. "I mean, I knew I wanted to experiment... but I wasn't expecting that."

"Are you saying you regret it?"

"I didn't say that. It's just... holy fucking shit."

I stepped up to him, and I ran my hands along his six-pack. "I just don't want you getting too many ideas."

"Who said I was getting too many ideas?"

"Good answer," I said, and I gave him a kiss. As I did, I kept thinking of Middle Eastern Boy's cock going up my boyfriend's ass; all jealousy aside, it had been a helluva sight, and I had to admit I kind of liked it. Then there was the sight of Chad's cock sliding into Mason's mouth, not to mention his hole.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked as he put his hand on my boner.

"You tell me."

"I did say this cock is the one I want to come home to. Remember?"

We locked lips again, and I started fumbling with Chad's clothes. I felt his boner through his pants, and I could tell he was as rock-hard as I was. We barely broke off the kiss as I pulled off his shirt.

"I have an idea," he said, "for how we can get the best of both worlds."

We both kept caressing each other's faces. "Do tell," I said.

"We haven't watched porn in a while. We can watch a group scene or something... and I want you to fuck me while we do it."

I could practically feel the hormones surging into my bloodstream. "Oh hell yeah," I said.

"You know," he said, "I seem to know someone who just got a new iPad... which would be perfect for something like this."

"Do you now?" I asked. "Is that why you got it for me?"

"I didn't say that," he replied, "but it wasn't exactly a deterrent."

"I bet it wasn't," I said. I gave him another kiss, then stepped over to my suitcase, and I pulled out the iPad. I could already feel my nerves tingling with anticipation, because I knew Chad was right. After all, he'd been into gay porn since high school, and I hadn't forgotten his thing for Flynn Taylor. I of course was into group sex, at least as a fetish. Yet the best sex we'd had was always just the two of us, enjoying each other's bodies one-on-one. The more I thought about doing all that stuff at once, the more I loved the idea.

I went online and pulled up Vitruvian Men. Chad and I scrolled through their videos together, and we each pointed out a few we might like. After a minute of searching, we found a new scene with Flynn, along with our old mainstays Vince, Logan, and Nate; plus there was also a new guy named Darren. Chad and I both looked at each other, and we nodded in unison.

I laid the iPad against a pillow, and I hit play. It took a second for the video to load, and as it did, Chad and I stripped off our dirty clothes. Then the scene actually started, showing the porn stars at some desert resort. They were already naked, but they were just casually chatting, as if their upcoming gangbang wasn't a big deal.

Chad climbed in his bed, got on all fours, and spread his legs. The sight was so incredible that I almost froze: my boyfriends's gorgeous ass in the air, with his hungry hole open wide and pointing right at me, and his big juicy balls dangling underneath. From where I was, I also had a perfect view of the porn on the screen.

I lubed up and assumed my position behind him. Chad fast-forwarded the video through the foreplay and oral stuff, and went right to the fucking. At the point he hit play, Flynn was riding Logan in a reverse cowboy, and Nate was plowing Vince while also blowing Darren. There was so much fucking going on that it was almost hard to keep track of it all.

I pressed my cock against Chad's hole, and he pressed back against it. I slid inside him without a hint of resistance, though he did let out a groan.

"Oh yeah," he said, "that's it." I couldn't tell if he was saying it to me, or saying it to the screen.

The camera zoomed in on Vince's dick, which was flopping around helplessly. Nate was pounding his ass without mercy. Vince closed his eyes in ecstasy, and he let his mouth hang open, as he took it like a man.

Chad was gyrating his ass against my rod. Since his back was to me, I couldn't see his face, but his body was rhythmically rising and falling. His butt cheeks jiggled with every thrust I made, and I could feel his sphincter massaging my cock just the way I liked it. This dude knew exactly what he was doing.

"Fuck yeah," Chad said as he watched Flynn and Logan. Flynn was still bouncing up and down on Logan's lap. Flynn was obviously loving the dick up his ass; his own dick was hard as a rock, and it swung around as they fucked.

I ran my hands down Chad's back. His skin was soft and warm, but there was no mistaking the strong bones and muscles that lay just beneath the surface. His whole body seemed to be submitting to me, flexing and extending each part of his anatomy, all of which was at my beck and call. I couldn't resist kissing him between his shoulder blades. "You like that?" I asked.

"I fucking love it," Chad said without missing a beat. He kept on working his body, especially his ass, like he was a master at getting fucked doggy-style.

Onscreen, the video shifted its focus to Darren and Nate. They were still doing oral. Darren let out a sigh of pleasure and looked into the camera. The way he did it, it felt like his eyes met mine.

I felt a surge of adrenaline, and I plowed back into Chad, harder and faster than before. I grabbed Chad's hips and yanked him toward me, making my dick go deeper inside him. His sphincter slid all the way up my shaft, till it got to my pubes, and I felt the juicy warm depths of his colon beyond. Chad gasped, and his body shuddered, but he seemed every bit as into it as I was.

"Oh Jesus!" he grunted. "Baby, give it to me."

"You want my cock?"

"I fucking need it!"

"That's what I want to hear," I said as I kept pounding away.

Eventually the porn stars switched their positions. Flynn started fucking Nate, while Darren fucked Logan, and Vince just jerked off. I noticed Chad seemed to keep watching Flynn.

"You like that guy?" I asked.

"You know I do," he said. "He's fucking hot."

"Do you wish it was you he was fucking?"

"I told you," he said, "you're the one I want."

"That's not what I asked."

"Fuck," Chad said as he took in another thrust.

"Go ahead and fantasize," I said. "I know you want to... and I know you've done it before." I pounded him some more. "Imagine this is Flynn's dick up your ass. Just like I'm imagining we're in that room with them."

Chad's body was starting to tense up. I knew where this was going, and I wasn't about to stop it. Knowing Chad, I suspected he'd gotten off to Flynn in this same bed more than once.

By now Nate was lying on his back, and he was stroking his cock while Flynn fucked him missionary. Flynn leaned down to him, and they started making out.

"Oh yeah," Chad said. "That's it. Keep doing that...."

The porn stars kept their kisses going for a minute or two. Then Flynn leaned back up, and he started reaming Nate. Chad kept his eyes peeled on the screen. Finally Nate arched his back, gripped his cock way harder than before, and shot a big load past his shoulders.

That was it for Chad. I couldn't see his cock from where I was, but he reached down and seemed to barely touch himself. I felt his hole convulsing around my dick, just as he let out his familiar groan. "U-u-u-uh fuck yeah!" he gasped as he seemed to lose control of his body. I could only imagine how much he cum he was shooting on his sheets.

Watching him get off-- and feeling his flesh spasming around my cock-- was just what I needed to send me over the edge. I felt my cum surging down my shaft and pumping into his body. "Shit!" I gasped as I gave him a few more thrusts. My orgasm seemed to cascade right through me. Then, when my dick finally finished spasming, I tried to catch my breath.

Chad rolled to his side, and my cock popped out of his ass. Sure enough, he'd made a huge mess on his bed, not that I was complaining.

By now Flynn had pulled out of Nate, and was jacking off on his face. Chad kept his eyes peeled to the screen till Flynn shot his wad and gave Nate a good facial.

"Fuuuuck," Chad said. I assumed he wanted that big juicy load for himself.

Flynn stepped away, and he let Vince get on top of Nate. Vince pounded his pud for a couple more seconds, then started shooting too. His cum mixed with Flynn's as it poured down Nate's cheeks.

I reached down to Chad's package. I stroked his cock with one hand, and I stroked my own with the other. Both us were still as hard as before, and we watched together as the last two porn stars blew their loads. Logan went first, and he shot across his own chest. Then Darren pulled out of Logan, and he shot around his hole.

"Hell yeah," one of them said; I couldn't tell which one.

Chad put his hand on my cock, and I took mine off. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"Probably better," I said.

We just laid there for a second, each of us stroking the other, till finally the video ended. Then I put the iPad away, and we headed for the shower to clean up.

We lingered for a while, soaping each other up, and generally playing with each other's bodies. The shower was just the right size for the two of us: we felt intimate and sexy without feeling cramped.

As we did, we debated what to do next. On the one hand, we had plenty more fantasies we could act out on our own; we had any number of toys we could play with, and it was definitely safer than opening our relationship further. On the other hand, we both seemed to love the thrill of trying new things. We knew relationships could get stale, and the last thing we wanted was for our sex to get boring. Especially now that we were finally out of our shells-- or out of our closets, as it were-- we wanted to take full advantage of what all was out there.

"I did like that club we went to," Chad said as we both scrubbed our crotches.

"Do you want to go back there?"

"Well...." Chad stepped under the showerhead, and he let the water pour across his body "I mean, I guess strip shows aren't that different than porn. If anything, they're tamer. So I guess if we're gonna watch porn, there's nothing wrong with going to see strippers...."

"As long as you don't develop feelings for them."

"Who said I was developing feelings?"

"I didn't say you did--"

"Last night was a hookup. And that's it. Just like what we did on the beach."

"I know." I put my arms around him, and I looked right into his eyes. "I just want to be careful. I wouldn't want to fuck things up... like you said."

Chad didn't answer. He just nodded.

 

[briacon429]

We ended up going back to Thaxter's that night. We found it was an awful lot quieter than before. There were no actual strip shows going on-- just shirtless go-go dancing-- so the crowds were noticeably thinner. They were also less rowdy, so we had more time to talk to Thaxter himself.

I was surprised to find out he'd owned the place for thirty years. Thaxter was old enough to remember seeing Stonewall in the news, and he'd come out to his family right when Harvey Milk got elected. The way he told the story, things seemed hopeful at first, especially with the seventies-era free love and whatnot. But then Harvey Milk got shot, and soon after that came the AIDS epidemic.

"That was not a good time to be gay," Thaxter said. "Of all the friends I had in 1978, by 1995 all but two of them were dead. And for us who got lucky, we basically couldn't be out in public. People thought we were all disease-ridden filth, like getting anywhere near us would get them infected." He looked down at the ground. It was clearly a sensitive subject, even after all these years. "That's why I opened this place. I wanted a place where we could be ourselves... for whatever that's worth."

"Holy shit," I said. I had no idea his club had been a labor of love.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a good thing times have changed. I just worry sometimes."

"Worry about what?"

"Look around you," he said. "Gay people don't need bars like this anymore. Now you can be out in public. You can meet other gay people anywhere. And don't get me started on Grindr."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't help thinking of how I had Grindr on my phone.

"Anyway," Thaxter said, "I shouldn't burden you with this."

"No worries," I said. I sipped my cocktail, then looked out at the room around us. "Has business really been that slow?"

"It comes and goes," Thaxter said. "The twins always draw a crowd, for obvious reasons. But when we're having a dry spell... sometimes I don't know how I'm going to pay my bills."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely," he said. "Then again, I'm getting old, so maybe it's just time to retire."

Chad and I looked at each other. Then I looked back at Thaxter. "You want to know what I think?"

"Of course," Thaxter said. "Shoot."

"You should get a better drink menu. I mean, it's San Diego. People expect good beer around here. And with all those California wines you can get--"

"Oh, I don't know about that. People don't exactly come here for the menu."

"But they should," I said. "I mean, think about it. You just said yourself, they don't need to come here to meet people, or get laid, or any of that stuff. So you need to give them some other reason-- like a fun place to hang out, eat, and drink."

"Don't argue with this guy," Chad said. At first I thought he was talking to me, but then I realized he was saying it to Thaxter. "Scott's a future lawyer, you know."

"Hey!" I said. "Not if I can help it."

"I'm just warning him--"

"Careful babe," I said as I shot him a glare.

Thaxter just laughed. "Spoken like one helluva couple."

I just snorted and shook my head. I was trying to tread carefully, because I did feel bad for the guy. He was clearly behind the times, and he was putting his own livelihood in jeopardy. I hated the idea of a long-established gay business going under. "What are your Yelp reviews like?"

"Oh, I never look at those," he said. "We did just fine before Yelp came along."

Uh oh, I thought. That wasn't a good sign. I pulled out my phone, went into the app, and pulled up Thaxter's listing. "You've got a two-star rating," I said, and I handed him my phone. "Don't get me wrong, I don't think that's fair to you... but I guarantee it's costing you customers."

Thaxter frowned. He clearly didn't know how to use the app, so he fumbled around before handing my phone back. "So what do you suggest?"

"You need a social media person," I said. "Someone to keep your posts up-to-date, respond to bad reviews, and stuff like that. And you need to encourage your good customers to post. That way you can balance out the haters."

"Are you asking for a job?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you implied."

"Look," I said. "If you want me to do some digging, I can. But I'm really just trying to help."

Another customer walked up to the bar, and Thaxter went to take his order. As he did, I thought back to that summer, when I'd first logged onto Grindr and realized how many closeted guys were around me. Then I thought of my first time venturing into Boystown, and of all the possibilities it had offered.

As I looked around the bar, I noticed a young guy, possibly underage, who was playing on his phone. He had the same nervous look that I'd seen on Chad the day before-- and it was probably the same look that I'd once had myself. It was the universal look of being new to a gay bar.

Slowly but surely, I realized this guy wasn't alone. There was also a guy sitting at the bar, who looked to be around forty, with the same general demeanor.

Chad and I kept nursing our drinks, and as we did, we picked up pieces of the conversations around us. The young guy didn't say a word; he just kept playing with his phone, seemingly lost in thought. But the forty-year-old opened up to Thaxter quite a bit; he'd just come out to his wife and kids, and he had no idea what to do next. I suspected a lot of people around us had similar stories.

Once I heard that, I knew what I had to do. I couldn't bear to see Thaxter's go out of business and leave these people high and dry.

I did a search on my phone, and it only took a minute to find some good craft beer distributors. I set up Thaxter's accounts on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and everything else. I even responded to some of his bad Yelp reviews. I didn't have time to set up a full-fledged website, but I did check out some of the web-hosting options, and I put together a list for Thaxter to review.

Chad kept sipping his drink the whole time. He didn't say much, but I could tell he was quietly rolling his eyes. He seemed to think this was all a little silly, and that I shouldn't do all this for free. But to me, it didn't feel like work. It was easy enough to do, and more importantly, it made me feel like I was making a difference.

By the time we left that night, Thaxter had everything he needed to bring his place up-to-date. I also gave him my e-mail in case he wanted to talk more.

When we got back to Chad's house, we didn't have sex as I'd expected: we didn't go for hookups or stroking or anything else. But we did do an awful lot of cuddling, and we made out here and there. Most of all, we just enjoyed each other's company. We were all too aware that our vacation was almost over, and we'd be back to the old grind before knew it. We were bound and determined to get the most out of this time while we still could.

I woke up Monday morning to find Chad in the bath. He was naked of course, but he was up to his neck in bubbles, so most of his body was hidden. Even so, he looked awfully sexy with his beard wet and his skin glistening.

He invited me to join him, and of course I couldn't resist. It wasn't exactly sexual, but it was really hot to lie there with our bodies intertwined. I could pretty much feel my pores open up as we soaked in the hot soapy water.

Eventually, of course, we did get turned on. I loved the idea of doing it in the bath, except our lube was water-based, so it wouldn't hold up. To fuck the way we wanted, we needed more heavy-duty stuff, so we made a quick run to a drugstore nearby.

 

[briacon429]

We were in the so-called family planning aisle, checking out the different lube options, when we heard a voice behind us. "Chad?"

Both of us jumped. Behind us was a pretty brunette. I recognized her from her picture: it was Chad's high school ex.

Chad and I tried to act cool, but it was too late. She obviously knew what was up-- considering we were two guys picking out lube.

"I knew it!" she said.

"I...." Chad forced a smile. "Hey Valerie."

"I was going to ask what you've been up to... but I guess I've got my answer."

An awkward silence hung in the air. "Well," Chad said, "this is Scott."

Valerie seemed to want to say something else, but she bit her tongue. "Hi." She gestured to a guy behind her. "This is my boyfriend Steve."

Chad and I both gave a halfhearted wave. This Steve guy looked an awful lot like Chad; so apparently this girl had a type. He was trying to hide a box of condoms behind his back. Evidently we'd all come to the drugstore for the same basic reason.

Chad glanced at the condoms too, but he didn't let on. "So how are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm good," she said, and she nodded for a second. "You?"

"Me too," he said. "Really good."

I didn't say a word. It was the first time I'd met anyone else who'd had sex with Chad, at least outside my presence. I had a hard time imagining him with this girl, but then again, my field of expertise was Chad's gay side. Most of his straight life-- or rather his straight-acting life-- was a mystery to me.

Steve seemed as uncomfortable as I was. "I'll, uh, get in line at the checkout," he said. Then he hurried away.

"So," Chad said, "what do you mean, you knew it?"

Valerie fiddled with her purse. "Do we really need to talk about this now?" she asked. "I'm just saying, I... I mean, I had my suspicions about you."

"What kind of suspicions?"

"Chad--"

"I mean, it's not like I'm... I dunno, embarrassed or whatever... at least not anymore."

"Okay, well, that's good," she said. "I'm happy for you. I-I mean... I always thought you were a nice guy. Even chivalrous I guess. You didn't act like a horndog like a lot of the other guys did... at least not to me. I mean, eventually I put two and two together... and it looks like you did too."

"Huh," he said, and then he clucked his tongue. "Did you ever tell anyone about this?"

"Not except for my girlfriends," she said, "but listen, I've really gotta go. I don't want to keep Steve waiting."

"O-okay--"

"Nice to meet you, Scott." She gave me a curt wave, then hightailed it toward the front of the store.

We did end up buying the lube we'd come for. Unfortunately, the encounter had been such a buzzkill that we didn't use it-- at least not at first.

I tried not to feel jealous, but part of me just couldn't resist. Chad and Valerie had clearly had feelings for each other, at least on some level. And they'd been together a lot longer than Chad and I had. She'd gotten to do stuff with him that I never could: among other things, I'd never get to be Chad's homecoming king, or queen, or whatever word you wanted to use. If their high school was anything like mine, the other students must've looked up to them, and maybe even idolized them. She could also give him stuff that I couldn't-- like pussy-- though I kept telling myself I was giving him what he really wanted.

I tried to clear my head at lunch. Chad's family and I hung out on their patio, overlooking the hills and the ocean and everything else. I had to admit, it was a helluva place to kick back. I still couldn't get over the fact that his family lived like this, or that they thought this was normal. Granted, they had their own set of problems, but still.

Chad's mom spent that afternoon getting ready for her New Years gala. She'd already picked out a fancy dress, and she'd brought in someone to do her hair and makeup. It was quite the production, which dragged on for hours.

Patrick, on the other hand, just put on a tux, which took all of about five minutes. Since Chad and I weren't going, we didn't need to do much of anything, so we just sat back and watched.

Up until then, I'd never fully realized we'd have New Years Eve to ourselves. But Chad was well aware, so he kept pushing his family to get out of the house.

The others finally left around sundown. I plopped down on a deck chair, but Chad disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later, he came back out with a bottle of red wine and a set of matching glasses.

"Happy New Years, baby," he said.

"Woah," I said. "Are you being all romantic now?"

"Sure, why not?" he asked as he poured me a drink. "After all, it's been a hell of a year. And I did meet you last January, so it's almost like our first anniversary."

I'd never thought of it that way, and I wasn't sure if this really counted. Even so, I wasn't about to argue. "In that case," I said, "I guess that means happy anniversary."

We clinked our glasses together, and we shared a deep kiss. Then he sat down beside me, took my hand, and wrapped his fingers around mine.

I still thought this was a little surreal. I'd spent the New Years before in my half-empty dorm room, surrounded by a mostly-deserted campus, with almost nothing to do. Now here I was, having a romantic moment with a man, and I really didn't want the moment to end.

The sun was hanging low in the sky, so a big part of the ocean was shimmering right at us. It also reflected off the pool, which sent light dabbling across our bodies.

"You know," Chad said, "what would you think about coming back here for the summer?"

"The whole summer?"

"Well yeah," he said. "I mean, we talked about it last year too, remember?"

"Oh, I remember...."

"I could get a job or something... and you could too, if you wanted. I bet Thaxter would hire you in a heartbeat."

I licked my lips. I did like the idea of working for Thaxter, or at least someone like him. It sure as hell sounded better than working for my dad.

"One way or another," Chad said, "I don't want to spend another summer apart."

I couldn't resist another kiss. I felt his beard against my skin, and his tongue started circling my lips. His breath was blowing softly against me. Chad put his arms on my chest, and he shifted his body to meet mine--

"Oh shit!"

We broke off our kiss, and I saw he'd splashed some wine on his shirt. He dabbed at it a little, but the dark red stain was already soaking in.

"Dammit," he said as he took off his shirt.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's just a random t-shirt." He tossed it aside and sat back down. "Now where were we?"

"Right about here," I said as I went for another kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him toward me.

"You know," he said, "you should take off your shirt too."

I chuckled. "Somebody's moving fast...."

"I'm just saying," he replied. "You want to know one of the best things about this pool?"

"What's that?"

"None of the neighbors can see it." He pointed at the landscaping, which shielded the pool on either side. "Which means, when we're home alone like this, you don't even need a swimsuit."

"Mm-hm," I said, "so you've got your own private nude beach?"

"I guess you could say that." Then, without another word, he yanked down his pants, ran to the pool, and jumped in.

"Shit!" I said as water went splashing all around me.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Don't you want to join me?"

I didn't answer. I just stripped off my clothes, threw them to the side, and raced to do a cannonball.

"Aw fuck!" I heard him say as he tried to shield himself. Then I slammed into the water, and all I could see were the bubbles around me.

When I came up for air, Chad was laughing his ass off. I swam over to him, and he tried to grab my cock. I reached for his ass too, but he moved too quickly.

We played around for another minute or two. We ended up near the ladder, where we stopped to catch our breath. Both of us were rock hard by then. By now the sun was disappearing, but the underwater lights were on, which created a weird glow beneath us.

"I want to make love to you," I said.

Chad licked his lips. "You mean you want me to fuck your brains out?"

"If you want to put it that way...."

He shot me his trademark grin. "Wait here," he said, then got up out of the pool. I watched the water pour off of his body, and I paid special attention to the stream dripping off his cock. Chad walked over to a cabinet, grabbed a towel, and disappeared inside.

I started playing with myself as I waited. I couldn't stop thinking of a year before, when I'd first spotted Chad in my dorm. I'd originally pegged him as just another good-looking frat boy. I frankly hadn't expected him to even give me the time of day. Now I knew there was so much more to him; and I suspected I'd barely scratched the surface.

Chad came back with our heavy-duty lube, and he brought our wine to the edge of the pool. "Here," he said as he handed me my glass. "I want this to be extra special for you."

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I was eager to find out. His hard cock was swinging above me, and I couldn't wait to have fun with it.

Chad got back in the water, and he pressed me against the edge of the pool. He took a sip of wine, then had me take a sip of my own. Then he gyrated his hips, and I felt his boner grinding against mine.

I wrapped my arms around his body, pulled him tighter, and locked my lips around his. Then I took it a step further and wrapped my legs around him too.

Chad reached under the water, and he grasped both of our cocks at once. Then he started stroking both of us simultaneously. He kept grinding his body too, which only increased the sensation.

"That feels so good," I whispered between kisses.

"That's the idea," he replied.

I broke off our kiss and threw my head back. Frottage was such a rare treat, and it felt so fucking good, I just couldn't get over it.

"Lean back," he said. He pulled my lower body upward till it was floating on the water. Then, without another word, he took my cock in his mouth.

"Oh yeah," I gasped as I felt him sucking away. I tried to sip more wine, but then Chad wrapped his tongue around my shaft, and I found myself gulping. I felt a buzz rippling through my body; I couldn't tell how much was from the wine, versus how much was from the blowjob, but either way it felt really fucking good.

Chad gripped my butt cheeks and pulled my hole open. He teased it with a few fingers, then ran one hand down my crack.

"Shit," I gasped. I could feel my hole start to tingle. It needed a hard cock inside it, and fast.

Chad raised his hand above the water, and he played with my balls. As he did it, he kept on sucking me harder and harder.

"I need you to fuck me," I said. "Right now."

Chad took his mouth off my cock. Then he reached behind me and fumbled for the lube. I scooted back so my ass was out of the water. Chad rubbed some lube on my pucker, then eased me back into the pool. I put my feet on his shoulders, and I put my arms around his neck.

Slowly but surely, Chad eased into me. I stayed perfectly still as his nice thick manhood slid past my sphincter. I let out a deep breath as I felt him fill me up. Chad looked straight at me with his big dark chestnut eyes. Then, at long last, he started pumping away.

"Aw fuck," he said, "this is why I'm so gay."

The water around us was sloshing in all directions. "Keep going baby."

"Fuck, I love this ass," Chad said as he pulled partway out of me, then thrust back in. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"Then fuck me harder," I said.

Chad followed my orders, and he rammed deep into me. By now, waves were rolling all over the pool, and they were surging in a couple of places. I could hear Chad letting out short staccato breaths, but they were nearly drowned out by the gurgles and splashes around us.

I let him fuck me like that for a minute, but then I moved away from the edge and grabbed the ladder instead. That gave us a lot more freedom to move, and of course Chad didn't disappoint. He slid his body underneath mine, and he started fucking me seesaw.

The sky was pretty dark at that point, but the underwater lights kept refracting from below. It was pretty surreal: it cast a weird glow on Chad's face, and probably on mine, not to mention the rest of our bodies. Yet somehow it still seemed sexy and romantic.

We hadn't gotten off in more than twenty-four hours, which was a pretty long time, at least by the standards of that particular trip. I could tell when Chad was getting close, so I just told him to keep going.

"Oh fuck," he gasped as he started losing control.

"Yeah baby," I said, "fucking shoot up my ass."

"I want to fucking cum in you--"

"Do it, baby--"

"O-o-o-o-oh yeah!" he yelled as I felt him get off inside me. His dick kept twitching for a really long time, and from what I could tell, he was shooting a much bigger load than usual.

"Fuck," I said when he finally finished.

"Are you close?" he asked.

"Hell yes I am--"

"Then get up on the ladder," he said. He pulled his dick from my ass, and he hoisted me above the water. I sat on the ladder's top step, and Chad immediately went back down on my cock.

"Oh baby," I said, "shit, I'm gonna cum...."

Chad looked up at me but didn't stop sucking. He even gave me a thumbs-up, like he wanted me to bust.

Finally I couldn't hold back. I felt my body spasm, in the best fucking away, as I released my load in his mouth. Chad was still at the top of his game. He waited till I was finished shooting, then came up for a kiss.

As soon as I opened my mouth, Chad released my cum right onto my tongue. My jizz tasted an awful lot like his, though it seemed a little creamier, and possibly saltier. We both savored it for a moment, passing it back and forth between our mouths. Finally we both swallowed, and we looked into each other's eyes.

"I can't wait to spend this next year with you," Chad said, "whatever else happens."

I hadn't expected him to put it in those words, but I actually felt the same way. "Right back at ya, baby," I said.

We ended up staying in the pool for quite a while. We played with each other almost like a pair of dolphins, circling around each other, swimming over and under each other's bodies, and periodically jumping out of the water.

Eventually we did get out, and we headed back to the deck chairs. Of course, the rest of our wine bottle didn't stand a chance. We spent hours just laughing and joking and having a good time.

By the time midnight rolled around, we'd moved to the jacuzzi. It was so steamy in there-- literally and figuratively-- that we couldn't resist a round two. This time it was my turn to fuck Chad, and as always, he took it like a champ. I was so into him that I didn't even realize what time it was, and I barely even noticed when the fireworks erupted in the distance.

It wasn't till later that I realized I'd just rung in the New Year with my dick up Chad's ass, and my own cum in my stomach. Not that I was complaining of course-- on either count-- and it was actually on-point, considering how our year had gone. I hoped it was a sign of things to come, and that our second year together would be less complicated than the first.

I definitely didn't expect the shit show that came next.

 

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When Chad and I got back to campus, we spent the first few days coming down off our high. Our vacation had been unlike any experience I'd ever had. It had given me a taste of what life with him might really be like-- not just dating him, or going to school with him, or being in a fraternity with him, but actually sharing a future with him.

Our sexual explorations had also gotten us really horny. We basically started fucking every morning, noon, and night. It got to the point that I stopped even trying to keep my sheets clean; I got used to sleeping on dried cum, which was actually kind of hot.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as excited as we were. That Friday, I opened my door to find a note taped to it.

You guys are WAY too goddamn loud!!! the note said. Do you EVER keep your pants on?!?! It sure as hell doesn't seem like it, from what you did at the gym.

I did a double take when I read that. I assumed the note was from one of my neighbors-- it had to be-- though I couldn't tell which one. I stood in my doorway and looked around at the apartments around me. I tried to think through who the culprit could be. Then I looked back down and re-read the note.

The last sentence was the part that really threw me. I thought back to the time Chad and I had fucked at the gym and had heard someone coming. I thought we'd run away before anyone had seen us, but maybe we hadn't? If someone had really caught us, and if that someone was pissed at us, could we still get in trouble? Or, worse yet, did someone hear about all that secondhand?

I started wracking my brain to figure out what had happened. I was almost tempted to knock on my neighbors' doors and confront them about it. Then again, it wasn't exactly an easy question to ask-- "are you the one who complained about my noisy gay sex?"-- and I definitely couldn't ask what they knew about our gym fuck.

I didn't have much time to think about it though, because I was headed to meet with my advisor. I'd wanted to talk to him about the stuff I was doing with Thaxter, who was now e-mailing me on a regular basis. My advisor immediately jumped on the topic, and he asked if I liked that kind of work. I had to be honest: I didn't know much about it, and I was a little embarrassed that Thaxter treated me like an expert.

After some discussion, we decided that I'd drop my criminal justice course and take a marketing class instead. The marketing professor, Dr. Littman, had a reputation around campus: he was supposed to be a real character, but I'd heard he was cool. At any rate, if I liked his class, I could switch majors before the end of the semester.

When I left that meeting, I found I had a bunch of texts waiting for me. At first I was worried that more shit was going down. But when I checked my phone, I saw all the texts were from Johan. I just rolled my eyes and put my phone away, and I did my best to ignore the guy.

After that, I went to the financial aid office to take care of some paperwork. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop obsessing over the note on my door. I had admit, it was kind of exciting to think that someone had been watching and listening to me and Chad fuck. But it was nerve-wracking too, and I was dying to know who this person was. I kept scouring my brain for any clues; but I kept coming up empty. On my way home, I even swung by the gym to see if any of my neighbors were there. It was all to no avail.

I was at the frat house that night when I got another round of texts. Then, a few minutes later, my phone started ringing. I saw it was Johan-- yet again-- so I let the first few calls go to to voicemail. But Johan just wouldn't let up. Eventually I was so annoyed that I just grabbed my phone and hit the button to answer.

"Hello?" Johan said. "Are you there?"

"I'm here," I said. "What do you want?"

"Oh thank God."

I stepped into the bathroom, where I could be alone, and I shut the door behind me. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Johan made a bunch of muffled noises. He almost seemed to be crying. "I... I am so madly in love with you."

"Say what?"

"I mean it," he said. "I just-- I mean, I can't stop thinking about you--"

"What the fuck dude?" I asked. I forced myself to keep my voice down. "Are you drunk or high or something?"

"I-I want you to give me another chance. Please Scott...."

"Another chance for what? We were never a thing."

"I want you to be with me," he said. "Leave your boyfriend. I'd be so much better to you--"

"What the fuck makes you think you can say that?" I hissed. I was scared to death that Chad might overhear. "You don't know what you're talking about, and I can't believe you'd even go there--"

"Then I'll wait for you," Johan said. "When you're ready, I'll be there for you. I can't wait to hold you again, and take care of you, and make love to you, and really make you happy--"

"Do you realize how insane that all sounds?"

"Well... I care about you."

"No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be doing this."

"I love you."

"You love the idea of me. Not the real me."

"Just... I dunno, Scott, just tell me what you want me to say--"

"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to stop calling me. And texting me--"

"I know I'm fucked up, but I'll clean up for you, I promise."

"You could seriously fuck things up for me right now. I don't think you get that."

Johan let out a loud sigh. "Fuck dude," he said, "do you know how bad I wanted you in high school? And then when you showed up on Grindr, and I realized you were gay--"

"That's all over and done with," I said. "I just spent winter break with my boyfriend's family. What the hell does that tell you?"

"Shit. I'm too late...."

"No, not really," I said. "You got the wrong idea to begin with."

The line was silent at first. I almost thought we'd gotten cut off, but then I heard Johan take a deep breath. "Oh fuck...." And I heard a faint slapping sound. It took me a second to realize what it was.

"Wait," I said. "Are you jacking off?"

"Oh shit," Johan said, "I can't help it--"

"That's gross!"

"Did you think it was gross when we were fucking?"

"For shit's sake!"

"Just let me finish!"

"What the hell? No!" I yelled, and I hung up the phone. Then, before he could call back, I scrambled to block Johan's number. From what I could tell, the block went through just in time.

I just stared at my phone and tried to calm my nerves. I felt dirty for even having taken the call. I was almost tempted to throw the phone against the wall, but I forced myself not to.

The bathroom door creaked open. "Is everything okay in there?" came Luke's voice.

I turned to see Chad and Luke staring back at me. "Yeah," I said. I wasn't sure what to say at first. "It's just... just drama from back home."

"Shit," Luke said. "Are your parents having trouble?"

I looked at Chad, and I tried to read his expression. Then I looked back at Luke. "No," I said. "They're fine. It's just... I dunno, petty bullshit with people I went to school with. It makes me glad I moved away...."

"That sucks," Luke said, "but it happens to the best of us. Don't let it get to you."

I nodded. "I won't," was my simple answer, though I knew it probably wasn't true.

I spent that night in Chad's bed. In the state I was in, there was no other place I wanted to be. After all, in that house, the only voyeurs to worry about were the other Kap Eps-- with whom we didn't have many boundaries to begin with.

I was way more affectionate than usual. I was pretty worn out, and my day had only made me want to be with Chad that much more. At first I just asked him to hold me. Somehow, when our bodies were up against each other, I felt as if nothing else mattered. It was as if the rest of the world could go fuck itself, yet we'd still be fine as long as we were together.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he eventually asked.

"Yeah," I said, "at least I am now."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." I snuggled up against his chest. "I just want to enjoy this."

"Well... you know, if you need to vent or whatever--"

"Sh," I said as I put my fingers on his lips. "You know I'm not that kind of guy."

Chad kissed my fingers. "I know," he said. "I'm just saying...."

"Don't say a thing," I replied, and I pressed my face against his beard. I felt Chad's warm breath against my cheek, and I inhaled his manly scents. Then I pulled my fingers down so that they weren't in our way. At first his lips just gave me a gentle caress, but one thing led to another, till his mouth was full-on massaging mine. Our tongues started jousting, and I tasted his warm sexy spit mix with my own.

I ran my hand along his chest, then made my way to his crotch. Chad wasn't that hard at first, but soon I felt his cock start to grow. I kept pressing my hand against his pants, and I could clearly tell he was hard as a rock.

I broke off the kiss, undid his fly, and pulled his dick out. I gave his shaft a few soft kisses, making my way from his ballsack to his head, then back down, then back up again. I wasn't trying to tease him so much as I was showing my affection.

Finally I guided his cock to my mouth, and I started sucking away. I wanted nothing more than to make my man feel good. I was desperate to show him how much I cared about him, and how much I'd do for him; and I wanted him to never want to be with anyone but me.

Chad let out a soft groan as he started thrusting into my mouth. I savored his cock as it plunged past my tongue. I took him in as far as he would go, till his cockhead was hitting the back of my throat. I was so into it that I just let him pound away.

I serviced him as best as I humanly could, paying close attention to every quake and quiver of his body. This went on for quite a while, till he started getting close. Then I took my mouth off his cock and I looked into his eyes. "I want you to know how much I love you," I said.

"I already know," he replied.

"I'm not fucking around," I said. "I'm not trying to be a smartass... and I'm not just saying it to get laid."

"Neither am I," he said as he pulled me in for another kiss.

I made out with him for a moment, then pulled back. The two of us stripped off our clothes. As soon as we were both naked, Chad went back to kissing me, and he began running his hands down the sides of my body. When he got down to my ass, he cupped each hand around my globes, and he reached inside my crack. I felt his fingers start to play with my boyhole.

I didn't need to be told what to do next. I laid down on his bed, and I opened my legs. As far as I was concerned, my body was his for the taking; and I wanted him to just have his way with me.

Chad lubed up his dick, and he laid down on top of me. At first he just nibbled my earlobes, and he sucked on my neck-- not hard enough to leave a hickey, but hard enough to feel good. Then he reached down and aimed his dick at its target. I felt his soft cockhead press against my cunt, followed by the powerful solid shaft right behind it. He eased into me slowly and gently, letting me enjoy it. The next thing I knew, he was so deep inside me that our bodies had basically become one.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Chad. I let out a little gasp as he started gyrating his hips. I could feel his thick rod sliding back and forth inside me, probing the deepest depths of my body.

Chad leaned down and kissed me again. As he did, his six-pack rubbed against my ballsack and cock. I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body. I instinctively thrust my tongue in his mouth, and I started licking his palate.

I was determined to pleasure him however I could, so I clamped my sphincter down on his dick. I could feel every inch of him ramming into me, then pull out, then push back deep inside me. The cycle repeated over and over as he opened up my ass.

"Oh fuck," Chad gasped. "Oh holy shit, babe...."

"Just fuck the cum out of me," I said. "Keep going... oh baby that feels so good...."

He adjusted his body just slightly, and I felt his dick hit my prostate. My mouth dropped open, and I let out a moan. Chad kept making out with me without missing a beat.

His pulsating abs were basically stroking my cock. More and more pre-cum came dripping out of me. I felt another hit to my prostate, then another, then another. My balls started to churn as my orgasm got closer and closer.

Chad's breathing got deeper, and his kisses got more intense. Then I felt his balls contract, and he unloaded their contents deep inside me. His timing was perfect, because just then I started shooting my load between our bodies.

"O-o-o-oh yeah," I said as I clutched his body as tightly as I could.

Chad slowed down his thrusts, then stopped as he gave me one last kiss. I savored the taste of his tongue and the smell of his breath. We were both wet with cum. Mine was smeared across both of our chests. I could feel Chad's dripping from my hole.

We rolled over to our sides, but I kept my arms and legs around him, to make sure he stayed buried inside me. We didn't bother cleaning up; we just laid there, holding each other, and we didn't say a word. We hardly even moved till we both fell asleep.

 

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I hadn't forgotten Chad's idea about a sex party with the Kap Eps. But I didn't say anything, because I didn't think that was the time. Still, I did like how open he was to trying new things; and the more time we spent with our fraternity brothers, the more enticing the idea got to be. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking of Shane's big cock and Justin's cute butt. I also remembered the time Ryan and Marcos had fucked right in front of us, not to mention our late-night encounter with a naked Hunter and Drew. And there was no forgetting the pledges who'd jacked off for all of us to see.

All those thoughts came to the forefront that Tuesday, when the Kap Eps called a big meeting. Apparently Brody still hadn't paid his dues, so under our bylaws, we had to either suspend him or completely kick him out. Of course, Brody had been the guy I'd had issues with from the start. Personally, I hoped he did get kicked out so we could shed his bad vibes.

As we debated what to do, I found myself wondering if Brody was our voyeur. It would've been funny-- or at least ironic-- though I decided it was pretty unlikely. After all, Brody's apartment was nowhere near mine. I suspected our voyeur was a woman, based on the time we'd heard someone in the women's locker room.

In the end, the Kap Eps decided to expel Brody's ass. I didn't have much sympathy for him, and the other guys didn't either. We all seemed to be looking forward to having him gone.

Unfortunately the feeling didn't last very long. Later that night, Chad was on his computer when he made a weird face.

"Um," he said, "why are there naked pictures of you online?"

I froze. "Naked pictures?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

Chad handed me his laptop. He was on a gay message board, and sure enough, it was full of images of me. The first pic showed me in my parents' bathroom without a stitch of clothing on. My face was plainly visible, and so was my cock hanging between my legs. The other pictures covered my anatomy from every possible angle, from close-ups of my hole to my ballsack to everything else.

I couldn't help noticing the comment at the bottom. I've been getting off to this for months, it said. Enjoy.

"Holy fuck," I said. "Johan, you goddamn son of a bitch...."

"Who the hell is Johan?"

"He's the guy who called me the other night."

"What the fuck?"

"It's not what it looks like--"

"It had better not be!"

I looked into Chad's eyes. He seemed genuinely hurt, like he'd been punched in the face. "Johan has a crush on me," I said. "I told him I wasn't interested--"

"So you're saying he magically conjured these pictures out of nowhere?"

I took a deep breath. "I-I told you... I mean, when you and I first started dating... I admitted I'd been with other guys."

"You never said you were exchanging X-rated pictures--"

"Well, you've sent me X-rated pictures yourself--"

"You never sent any back."

I clenched my jaw for a second, and I forced myself not to scream. "Look," I finally said. "All this is from before you and I were together. Besides, why were you looking for naked pictures in the first place?"

"There's nothing wrong with me looking at naked pictures," he said. "I thought we agreed to that shit."

"We agreed to do it together."

"Together?" Chad asked. "Is that really the word you want to use right now?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Are you telling me other guys have had naked pictures of you this whole time?"

"It's not like that--"

"Really? Because I've never seen these pictures in my life," he said. "Yet apparently other guys have?"

"This is revenge porn," I said. "I fucking guarantee it. I told Johan to go pound sand, so this is how he gets back at me."

Chad crossed his arms. "So when he called the other night," he said, "I thought you said this was was just drama from back home or something."

"It was. I told you, I knew him in high school--"

"You never told me he was still contacting you!"

"Listen--"

"Not to mention you used that line before," he said. "That time right before your birthday, when I came back to your place and you were acting all weird. You said basically the same thing. Was that this same guy too?"

I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to lie. "W-well yeah I guess you could say that--"

"Jesus Christ, Scott! How much else are you not telling me?"

"I'm telling you everything, I promise--"

"Is he the only one who has pictures like this?"

I mulled over my words for a moment. "I don't know," I finally said. "I mean, if Johan saved them... I guess other guys could've saved them too."

Chad ran his hands through this hair. "Oh my God, I don't believe this...."

"Listen--"

"How much were you sleeping around?"

"Sleeping around?" I said. "I resent that--"

"What the hell else would you call it?"

"You and I weren't together back then. You wouldn't even talk to me. You wouldn't return my calls or texts or e-mails or anything. And it wasn't for my lack of trying. So what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"FUCK YOU!"

I froze in my tracks. "What did you just say?"

Chad and I just stared at each other. He clenched his jaw, but he didn't say a word. I couldn't help noticing how his eyes were glistening. He seemed to be forcing himself not to lose it.

I was pretty torn-up myself. I was about to say something when Chad's phone rang. Chad didn't react at first; his eyes seemed to be locked into mine. But the ringing didn't stop.

Finally Chad grabbed his phone. "What?" he asked.

Please don't let this be Johan, I thought. I didn't think Johan had Chad's number, but after what had just happened, I wasn't about to put anything past him.

Chad pressed the phone to his ear. He didn't say a word, but the color seemed to drain out of his face. Then he suddenly rushed out of the room, slammed the door behind him, and disappeared.

I just sat there by myself, and I tried to get my bearings. My stomach felt like it had been twisted into knots. I wanted nothing more than to hold Chad close to me. I wanted to tell him I'd never talk to Johan again. I wished to God I could turn back the clock, ideally to that summer; but even if I could just go back twenty-four hours, I thought I might've prevented all this from happening.

I felt a tear run down my cheek, but I wiped it away as quickly as I could. I didn't want Chad or anyone else to see me cry. I could feel my sinuses filling up too, though I could always pass those off as allergies or something.

I heard Chad's voice for a moment, but then everything went silent. I waited for a moment, but then I started to get worried. I eventually got up, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway.

Chad was sitting on the stairs, staring straight ahead in an almost catatonic state. His phone was lying on the ground, as if he'd just dropped it.

I found myself tiptoeing toward him. "Chad?"

He barely looked up. "It's about my dad," he finally said.

"What about him?" I asked. "Did your mom finally file for divorce?"

"It's worse than that," he said. "Way, way, way worse." And from the look on his face, I could tell he wasn't kidding.

 

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Wow great story man! What a wave of emotions and excitement then sadness. Well done!