Cocklust

[briacon429]

It turned out Chad had been right about his father. Mr. Collins had gone to the Middle East for some sort of covert operation, which had now gone seriously wrong. As far as Chad could gather, his dad had been gravely hurt and they didn't know if he'd make it. He'd been airlifted to a medical facility in Germany, and it was anybody's guess what was going to happen next.

I took the news like a punch to the gut. In one fell swoop, my naked pictures had become the least of our problems. I could only imagine how Chad had to be feeling. I hated how he was getting kicked while he was down. Worse yet, I couldn't stop thinking it was partly my fault. "I'm so sorry," I said as I put my arms around him.

"Don't touch me."

I tried to keep my cool, though my guilt was nagging at me. "Listen--"

"I can't think about this right now. Okay?"

"I'm just trying to help--"

"Well, you're not. You're not helping." Chad ran his hands across his face. "Holy fucking shit...."

I just bit my lip. I knew Chad had a lot of issues with his father, between the old man's homophobia, putting work before family, and everything else. And since Chad had grown up around the military, he'd always known something like this could happen. Still, he was clearly caught off guard by the news. I could see a thousand emotions coursing through his eyes.

I was dying to do something for Chad, to somehow make things better. Unfortunately there seemed to be nothing I could do, at least at that moment. I was tempted to tell him everything would be all right, but I didn't want to sugarcoat things or give him a platitude or whatever.

"Babe--"

"Don't call me that."

"I--"

"Just leave me the fuck alone, okay?"

"But... but...."

"But nothing," he said as he grabbed his phone, stormed into his room, and slammed the door behind him.

I just stayed there motionless. My stomach felt like it had dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth to say something, but at first nothing came out.

A few of the other Kap Eps had heard the commotion, so they showed up to see what had happened. I took a deep breath and forced myself to get my shit together. I wanted to be sensitive to Chad, so I debated how much to say. I ended up just giving the others the short version in that his dad been rushed to the hospital. The next thing I knew, all our fraternity brothers were texting each other with the news.

I didn't say a word about my naked pictures or the fight they had caused. Even so, I knew I'd need to act fast to get that stuff taken down. If those photos found their way onto Twitter or something, they could spread all over the Internet, and there was no telling where they'd end up.

I reported the post right away, but with my legal upbringing, I knew it might not be enough. I followed up with a formal DMCA takedown notice in which I threatened to sue. I could only hope it would get acted on before it was too late.

I'd barely finished with that stuff and had just hit "send" when Chad emerged from his room. By that point all the other Kap Eps were waiting outside. Chad's eyebrows went up, and he blinked a few times. At first nobody else seemed to move. Then Luke stepped forward and gave him a big hug. The others followed suit, patting him on the shoulder and giving him words of support.

Chad didn't seem to know how to react. He just stood there with a stunned look on his face. I wanted nothing more than to hold him right then; I was all for letting him cry on my shoulder while I took care of his every need. But for better or worse, that wasn't his style.

Chad told us he'd just gotten off the phone. Apparently he'd been talking to his mom along with a bunch of military people. There didn't seem to be much that anyone could say, especially since his dad's mission was classified. It sounded like Chad had mostly gotten the runaround.

The closest thing to good news was that Chad's dad had made it through surgery. As soon as he was stable, his doctors were hoping to fly him back to the States, most likely to Walter Reed Medical Center in D.C. But he wasn't out of the woods by any means, so his prognosis was still very much unknown.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," I said as I put my arms around him. I didn't care that the others were watching; I just hoped he wouldn't push me away.

Chad hardly reacted. "Thanks," he said in an almost monotone voice. Then he took a deep breath. "I need to get to get on the next flight to D.C."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you expect me to do?" he asked. "Just sit on my ass and do nothing?"

"I didn't say that--"

"I'm going to do... well, whatever the fuck I need to. And I'm not exactly going to bellyache about it."

I was silent for a moment. I wanted to tell him that nobody had accused him of bellyaching, and that it was okay to be upset. I also wanted to beg him not to go, because I hated the thought of him being so far away. But I forced myself to tread lightly. "All right," I finally said. "Just... well, just tell me what you need me to do."

"I don't need you to do anything," he said. "I'm going to take this like a man."

I was dying to kiss him, and for that matter make love to him. I wanted to turn back the clock to at least the day before, when we could still whisper stupid shit to each other, and our biggest worry was that a voyeur might be onto us. But that already seemed like a distant memory, and with each passing minute, it seemed to fade further and further away.

Chad kept juggling phone calls for the rest of the night. As he did, he was also checking flights and packing his bags and letting his professors know he'd be gone. I tried to give him moral support and take care of legwork where I could. Both of us basically pulled an all-nighter, so by the time morning rolled around, we were both pretty exhausted.

The next thing I knew, I was taking him to the airport. Since I didn't have a car of my own, Chad let me use his; and he asked me take care of it while he was gone. I took that as a good sign, in that he wasn't telling me to go to hell. All the same, it was hard for me to gauge what he was thinking.

Chad was silent for most of the drive. It wasn't till we were pretty much at the terminal, and I was following the signs toward departures, that he finally spoke up. "Listen," he said, "I'm sorry I freaked out on you again."

"Well," I said, "you don't need to apologize."

"I dunno...." He sighed. "I hope I don't need to be gone for too long."

"Don't worry about school," I said. "I mean... you've obviously got more important things to take care of...."

"I guess what I'm trying to tell you is... I don't know when I'm going to see you again."

I pulled up to the curb, put the car in park, and looked right in his eyes. "Don't say it like that."

"It's true though," he said. "You know it."

"You're making it sound so... I dunno...."

"My dad could be in the hospital for months. A-and if he ends up needing a caretaker or something--"

"Just do what you need to do," I said. "However long you need, I'll be here... and I'll be waiting for you."

"How can you be sure of that?"

"What are you saying?"

"I mean, I know you've got needs... and I don't want to ask you--"

"Ask me for what?" But as soon as those words were out of my mouth, I regretted saying them. Considering the fight we'd had, there were any number of ways Chad could've answered.

Chad didn't say a word. He looked into my eyes, but before I could react, he slammed his lips against mine. He kissed me as frantically as he ever had. His feelings were clearly boiling over. At first I thought he was slobbering all over my face, but then I realized he was crying. He let out a bunch of snorts, and the next thing I knew, I was starting to lose it myself. We both clutched each other's bodies and held each other tight.

I don't know how long we were like that. It was probably a while, but I was so out of it that I couldn't fucking tell. The whole experience felt like a blur. All I knew was that I didn't want to let Chad go.

Finally a traffic cop whistled at us. "This is for drop-offs only," he said. "Move along."

I waved at the cop as politely as I could. "I hear you," was the only thing I could say.

Chad leaned back and took a deep breath. His eyes had turned red, and his whole face was wet. He blinked and tried to get his bearings. "I wish I didn't have to deal with this," he said. "But if I don't, I could regret it forever."

"I get it," I said, "and you're doing the right thing."

Chad sighed, undid his seatbelt, and finally opened the door. "I hope you're right," he said. "I don't know how much more shit like this I can take." Then he stepped outside and grabbed his suitcase from the back.

"I love you," I said.

Chad paused for a second. Then he looked back at me. "I love you too," he said. Finally he shut the car door, and without another word, he trudged into the terminal.

 

[briacon429]

By that point, I was totally worn out on every level. I barely had the energy to drive back to my place, get undressed, and plop into bed. Even then, I was almost too tired to sleep, so I kept tossing and turning for what felt like hours.

I kept worrying about was ahead of us. I'd heard too many stories about people who'd had what you'd call a whirlwind romance but had later broken up, often in spectacular fashion. The last thing I wanted was for me and Chad to follow in those footsteps. At the same time, I had to admit I didn't know where our relationship was going from here.

Eventually I did doze off, but lo and behold, I found myself dreaming of Chad. I imagined being back in those communal showers where he and I had first met. In those days I'd always thought he was hot, but that was as far as it had gone. I'd never actually imagined us as a couple.

Slowly but surely, my hormones stared to flow. I'd never forgotten how Chad had always shown himself off, though at the time I hadn't known he'd been doing it on purpose. Still, his spiel had very clearly worked, since that was how he'd originally caught my eye-- and the thought of it still drove me wild.

My dream took me right back down Memory Lane. I'd watched Chad's routine so many times that I could still replay it in slow motion. The first thing I remembered was his strip show of sorts, in which he'd peeled off his clothes piece by piece. He'd always done this in full view of the others, and he'd never so much as batted an eye.

The way he took off his shirt, his six-pack was the first thing to come into view, though the top of his pubes were also peeking out. Then he revealed his pecs and his biceps. He took his time undoing his pants before he slowly pulled them off. His socks came next, and he wiggled his toes as if his feet had broken free. Last but not least, he put his hands on his waistband, and he slid his underwear down. He bent down as he did it, so his bare ass rose up, and I got an unobstructed view of his mancunt.

Now that Chad was fully naked, he sauntered over to a showerhead. As he did, his cock and balls swung beneath him as if he was trying to hypnotize me. Then he turned on the water and stepped under the stream. He slowly turned his body so I could see it from all angles.

I dreamt I chose that moment to move in for the kill. I got under the water with him, wrapped my arms around his body, and looked into his eyes. Chad looked right back at me, and we made that connection that had always sent my blood pumping. Then we leaned in toward each other, and we started making out.

In my earlier dreams, I'd had to use my imagination for how Chad's lips might taste or his skin might smell. Now I knew those sensations so well that there was nothing left to speculate about. I instinctively knew just how, where, and when to touch him, and I knew exactly how he'd respond. I knew exactly how his cock felt, whether soft or semi-erect or rock-hard or anywhere in between. I knew how his muscles would stiffen when he started feeling good. When it came time to cum, I knew how he'd spasm both inside and out; and I knew how his jizz would feel, whether he shot on my tongue or up my ass or anywhere else.

Then-- Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

My eyes jerked open as I suddenly woke up. I instinctively reached to my left, but of course Chad wasn't there. I blinked, rolled over, and looked around my apartment. My phone had just sent me an alert that Chad's flight had landed. I waited to see if Chad would text me himself, but he didn't.

I laid back and took a deep breath. I was still horny from my dream, to the point that my boner was visibly throbbing. A spot of pre-cum had already soaked through my underwear.

I found myself thinking of our first time in my bed. I'd never forgotten how nervous I'd been, and I was sure Chad had felt the same way. I remembered how we'd talked about stupid bullshit at first, and how neither one of us had seemed to want to say what we were thinking.

One moment particularly stood out in my mind, when Chad had finally asked: was that your first time with a guy?

Y-yeah, had been my response. I could still sense the butterflies I'd felt at that point.

Same here... although I gotta admit... it's helluva way to lose our man virginities....

I licked my lips at the memory. I reached down to my crotch, pulled off my underwear, and started playing with myself. I was a little out of practice at this; I'd been with Chad so much that I'd almost forgotten about good old-fashioned solo masturbation.

I ran my hand along my shaft as I thought of our early encounters. I remembered how tentative we'd been back then, and how we'd kept grappling with our urges. We'd been so clueless about man sex, yet somehow it had always felt natural, as if our primal instincts were just taking over.

Fuck yeah, Chad had said, that was better than any girl....

I spread my legs and gripped my cock. I started jerking myself off with one hand while I played with my balls with the other.

I imagined Chad's boyhole right in front of my face. I loved that circle of dark skin around his pucker, which had always reminded me of a bulls-eye, as if he'd been born with a target for me to hit. I stuck my tongue out, and I could practically feel that soft tender flesh that smelled and tasted so musky.

Oh shit... you're so fucking good at that....

So are you....

Shut up and keep eating me....

My tongue was darting around in circles. I bobbed my head ever so slightly, to match the rhythms of Chad's body. I inhaled as deeply as I could, and I sensed his aromas flooding into my lungs. I started using my lips in conjunction with my tongue: I did a few zig-zags, then figure-eights, then a few random patterns. I knew it would drive Chad crazy, and that his sphincter would start twitching against me. But I also knew he'd force himself to keep control.

I want you to fuck me....

I kept rubbing my dick as I savored the pleasures rippling through my body. My pre-cum was glistening on my cockhead, and some of it was starting to smear on my hand. My toes were curling, and my chest was starting to heave. But I didn't want to get too close to the edge.

Dammit, you heard me.... C'mere....

I knew Chad was always up for a tease. As much as he begged for my dick, and as much as he loved to get fucked, he also liked to draw things out and enjoy the ride. I took my hand off my cock, and I just laid there for a second, letting the sensations die down.

Dude, I'm so fucking horny....

I blew a kiss into the air. I wanted to make out with him, but I knew in that position it would've been awkward. My heart was pounding, and my hormones were surging. I wanted Chad's ass as badly as I ever had.

I touched my dick again, and I waved it up and down like I was caressing his crack. I knew Chad would reach down, and he'd try to guide my cock toward its home. He'd press his cunt against my tip, then slowly put his weight on me. His mouth would drop open as my dick made its way up his chute. Then he'd sit down on my pubes, with his balls resting on me, before he'd start to ride me in earnest.

I gripped my cock, harder this time, and I really started pounding my pud. I made sure to keep my rhythm just the way he liked it.

I love that dick in my ass... it's the best fucking dick....

Just take it... you know you want it....

Oh yeah... I can't believe you feel so good....

By now I was having a full-body experience. I was gasping and groaning while gyrating my hips, and my feet were sliding from side to side. My balls were starting to boil, so more and more euphoria was coursing through my body.

Fuck... I've been wanting that more than I should....

The smacking sound from my dick kept getting louder and louder. I was so into it that I didn't care.

I'm not supposed to be into you....

I felt another flutter as more and more memories flooded through my head. They seemed to be coming in quicker and quicker succession.

I couldn't walk away from you... or even stop thinking about you... even after months of trying....

My balls were starting to tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long now.

Your dick is the one I want to come home to....

Now I was jacking off like nobody's business, and my hand was flying along my shaft. I felt my pleasure build as I passed the point of no return.

I can't wait to spend this next year with you... whatever else happens....

"Oh fuck!" I yelled as my load shot out of me. A volley of cum hit me in the face, and then another splattered on my chest. My whole body spasmed in ecstasy. I kept on pumping my cock. More and more gobs kept dribbling out, till gradually they waned and eventually stopped.

I put my legs back down, and I let my cock fall back against my pubes. I just laid there for a second and tried to catch my breath. Then I wiped my face and opened my mouth. I tasted some of my thick salty cum, though I wanted so badly to be tasting Chad's instead.

Chad's words-- especially whatever else happens-- kept echoing through my mind. I hoped to God he'd really meant what he'd said. At the same time, I knew an awful lot had changed since then; but I also knew I wanted to be with him now more than ever.

I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, and tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in my chest.

 

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When I logged on to my computer, I found my naked pictures were gone-- at least from where Johan had posted them. In fact, as far as I could tell, Johan's alias had disappeared from the site. My DMCA complaint seemed to have worked: Johan must've gotten suspended if not completely banned.

I felt a hint of relief, but I knew it was too soon to let down my guard. I was dying for Chad to come back to me. If I was going to make things right, I'd need to make sure no other copies of those pics were floating around.

I was tempted to use Google image search, but I wasn't sure I wanted to go there. After all, the search field would ask for the actual images. The last thing I wanted was to upload X-rated pictures of myself, especially to Google of all places.

I stared at my computer for a while, trying to come up with some other idea. The only alternative seemed to be to let things slide, but I couldn't afford to leave anything to chance. The stakes were just too high. I wanted to scream at my predicament and how ironic it was.

Eventually I worked up the nerve to do some quick searches. I pulled up my original photos, which I'd kept squirreled away on my phone. As I did, I got eyefuls of my face, my dick, and my cunt, along with everything in between.

I found myself getting hard in spite of myself. I had to admit those pics were pretty fucking hot. After all, they were designed to get me laid, so I'd made them as titillating as I could. And they'd done their job, albeit not with Chad. Still, the rational side of my brain kept kicking in. It kept telling me not to get any ideas, since I hardly needed more drama in my life.

Fortunately my searches came back with no hits, at least no relevant ones. Even so, as much as I wanted to feel relieved, I knew Johan still had copies of this stuff. If I didn't properly deal with him, he could always re-post these pictures someplace else. Considering he'd already done this once, and knowing he seemed to be losing his shit, I didn't want to put anything past him.

I thought of taking legal action, but I decided against it. It would've meant revealing all this to my dad-- and presumably my mom-- which I just couldn't do. There was no way I could ever let them see my dick pics, especially since I'd taken them in their house, directly under their noses.

There seemed to be just one person who could help, and that was Amy. I didn't really want to talk to her either, but at least I had less to hide from my sister than my parents. Plus she had that uncanny knack for seeing through everyone's bullshit. Considering she'd been the first in my family to realize I was gay, and she'd already figured out what had happened with Johan, I had to think she'd know what to do.

"Scott?" she said when she answered her phone. "What's wrong?"

Uh-oh, I thought. She was onto me already. "W-what do you mean, what's wrong?"

"You never call me out of the blue," she said. "Especially not in the middle of the day."

"Well," I said, "I guess you're right... I mean...."

"Are you okay?"

"I... well... you've got to promise me something. You can't say a word to Mom or Dad about this."

Amy seemed to hesitate. "Uh... okay I guess...."

"I'm serious."

"All right, I promise. What-- did you break up with Chad?"

"Not exactly," I said. "I mean I hope not."

"What the hell does that mean?"

At that point there was no more beating around the bush. I forced myself to tell Amy the truth. I felt completely exposed-- even more so than I'd been in the pictures-- though I tried not to let it show.

The next thing I knew, I was telling her more than I ever expected. I started with how Chad and I had first met, and how we'd gotten to be fuck buddies. Then I delved into our summer apart and how it had only made me want him that much more. After that came our time as a real couple, and how I'd felt so guilty about my past and tried to shield Chad from the details. Finally, as hard as it was, I laid out how it had all come to a head.

I'd never opened up to Amy like that in my life. In fact, I'd never told anyone so much about my feelings for Chad. Amy seemed to take it as well as I could've expected.

"Holy shit," she finally said. "That's a lot to unpack...."

"You're telling me."

"So let me back up. These pictures of yours... how do you know Johan was the one who posted them?"

"Because he included a face pic," I said. "He was the only one I ever sent one. I even knew back then I shouldn't have done it... so I was always careful from there on out. I never sent anything else where you could recognize me."

"Hm," she said. "Well, that's really fucked up that he did that to you. He must've been trying to sabotage you and Chad."

"I'm sure he was," I said. "I mean, Johan acted real weird the last time I talked to him. I thought he was out of it or something--"

"Johan's been acting weird for a while. And out of it for that matter. You know he got arrested with meth?"

"Shit," I said. "So the rumors are true?"

"Well, I don't know what you heard, but yeah: he's not doing well. I say he needs an intervention... which, come to think of it, could be the best way get those pictures deleted."

"Are you serious?"

"We'd need to put together a plan first, but yeah. If need be, I'd go to his house and delete them myself."

"I thought you weren't going to be back in town till Spring Break."

"I wasn't, but you never know. Besides, Rosie's still there, and so is Kevin and Erica and everybody else."

"Now wait, you don't need to get Erica involved--"

"I'm just saying, if you need boots on the ground, we can get them. All I'd need to do is make a few calls."

I finally felt some weight lift from my shoulders. "You'd seriously do that for me?"

"Of course I would," Amy said. "I've got your back, Scott. I'm not going to let my brother lose out on the man he loves. Not if I can help it."

"Well... you don't need to get all schmaltzy about it--"

"It's the truth. I know you probably don't want to admit it, but this is important. In fact, I'd say love is more important than anything else. You've got to make sure you can make it through ups and downs, because guess what? That's what happens in life."

I rolled my eyes. That was such an Amy thing to say, but I wasn't going to argue. "Yeah, well...." Then my voice trailed off. "Well, thanks for all this."

"You're welcome," she said. "I'll call you as soon as I've got news."

I nodded. I could only hope it wouldn't take too long. "All right," was the only thing I could say.

By the time I got off the phone, I was dying to talk to Chad. I tried calling him a few times, but he never picked up; he just responded via text. I could tell he was juggling a lot. Of course, I had a pretty full class schedule myself, so we agreed to talk in more detail that night.

From what I could gather, his dad had made it to D.C. in one piece, but just barely. He apparently wasn't conscious, and his doctors weren't keen on having an estranged wife call the shots. This meant Chad had to be in charge, although he didn't want to be. It was pretty heavy stuff: he had to consider the doctors' recommendations, and weigh the different options, and try to make the right decision. He more or less held his old man's life in his hands.

I had just gotten back home, and was lying in bed, when I heard a woman's voice through my wall. At first it seemed like no big deal, so I didn't pay much attention. But then the woman started panting and moaning, and I heard a man's voice join in. One of my neighbors was apparently getting laid.

My first thought was that I was jealous. After all, my own options were limited now that Chad was out of town. I wasn't about to cheat on him-- especially after what had just happened-- but damn, I would've given anything to have him in my bed.

I suddenly put two and two together. I remembered the time someone had banged on the wall while Chad and I were fucking. These new sex sounds were coming from exactly the same spot.

What a fucking hypocrite, I thought to myself. After all, if this neighbor had the nerve to complain about me and Chad being noisy, then she had no business having loud sex herself.

Her bed banged against the wall in a rhythmic thump-thump-thump. "Oh shit," she gasped. "Shit, that's so deep... holy fuck!"

Her lover's voice echoed through the building. "You want me to go easy?"

"Oh fuck no!" Then she let out a few huffs, followed by words I couldn't make out.

I tried to ignore the racket, but eventually I had to get up. I threw on a jacket, grabbed the note she'd left on my door, and headed outside.

My neighbor's door was on the other side of our building. As soon as I came around the corner, I saw a helluva sight. The girl had drawn her blinds but had done a pretty sloppy job, presumably in the heat of the moment. She'd also kept her lights on while everything around her was dark. Anyone walking by could see what she was up to, including her bare tits as they bounced up and down.

I found myself watching the show. I hadn't seen a woman have sex in quite a while, not even in porn. Those curves in her body, that silky skin, that soprano voice, and that long flowing hair seemed like a distant memory. In a way, I felt like I'd moved on to bigger and better things-- both literally and figuratively.

Then again, I knew there'd been a time when I would've drooled at that sight. I thought back to my high school days, when I'd lusted for pussy myself. At the time, just getting laid had seemed like a major achievement. All my friends had been gossiping about it since our puberty had kicked in. We'd of course been through sex ed, and we'd endured the requisite lectures from our parents. The years of talk had built up so much anticipation that I couldn't wait to experience those pleasures for myself. Then, when I did lose my virginity, I felt like I'd conquered the world. I thought sex was as awesome as everyone had said. The exact type of sex hadn't seemed too important, though in retrospect I hadn't known what I was still missing.

The couple in front of me shifted their bodies. I now had a better view of the man my neighbor was riding. Most of his cock was buried inside her, but his balls were plainly visible as he thrust in and out. From what I could tell, this girl seemed to love good dick as much as I did.

I couldn't help noticing how this man looked like Chad. His body hair was a little lighter than what I was used to, but his skin was pretty similar. His balls were nice and bulbous, and his shaft seemed to be the same size as Chad's.

I found myself wishing it was Chad's cock right there; and I imagined I was the one getting reamed. Fuck, I needed my man's dick in me so bad. I couldn't help thinking of how my hole would feel when he violated it. I'd fucking adore it: I'd sigh with pleasure as I looked in his eyes, and I'd savor his warm hard flesh going deeper and deeper inside me. Then he'd start to piston into my body, and I'd start to lose control, especially when Chad hit my prostate--

"Holy shit!" the man said as he jumped out of bed. He grabbed a pillow, held it over his crotch, and pointed through the blinds.

The next thing I knew, my neighbor was looking at me too. "What the fuck?"

I barely flinched. "Oh hi guys," I said, loud enough for them to hear through the window. "I just thought you might like a taste of your own medicine."

"Get the fuck out of here!"

I held up her note. "You two are-- how'd you put it? Oh right! You're way too goddamn loud!!!" Then I slammed the note against the window. "How do you like them apples?"

I didn't wait to see how the fuckers reacted. I just turned and stormed away.

I was stomping past the building's main entrance when I got an idea. I paused by the call box, and I typed in the girl's apartment number. I didn't press the call button, but I didn't need to. The directory flashed her name-- Hannah Schmidt-- which was all I needed to know.

"Fuck you Hannah," I said under my breath. I knew I was snooping a little, but I told myself fair was fair. After all, I'd really just done to her what she'd already done to me.

I got back into my apartment, slammed the door behind me, and plopped down on my bed. I had to admit I was really fucking hard. This Hannah girl did nothing for me, on any level, except I still wanted what she'd been getting. I could only imagine how horny I'd be if I'd seen two dudes going at it. If I couldn't be with Chad, then the next-best thing would've been watching other boys fuck-- even if it was still from a distance. Ryan and Marcos were the first that came to mind, though I also would've been cool with the likes of Hunter and Drew. Plus I hadn't forgotten the dudes I'd seen on Grindr, like that O'Mac guy who apparently lived down the street.

I took a deep breath, and I pulled up the pictures Chad had sent me for my birthday. I still couldn't get over how they made my heart pound, maybe even now more than ever. I loved that come-hither look on Chad's face, and the way he'd peeled off his clothes piece by piece. I swiped from one photo to another, watching him do his striptease of sorts.

Holy fuck, I thought when his gym shorts came off. That boy knew just how to get me going. I wanted to reach into those images and touch his wet skin, maybe help him pull off the jockstrap underneath, and run my hands up his thighs.

I got to the picture where Chad unveiled his cock. I marveled at the sight as if I'd never seen it before. His pubes seemed to frame his package just right. His shaft was so nice and meaty, I couldn't help but lick my lips.

Finally I got to the last pic, where Chad showed off his hole. I loved how he was exposing the most private, most intimate, most vulnerable part of his body-- yet I probably knew its contours better than he did himself. My eyes took in every detail of his pucker. I ogled the boundary between the soft tender skin around his cunt, and the hairier rougher flesh on his taint. The back of his ballsack was also in view, as it dangled so temptingly in between his legs.

I had just unzipped my fly, and I was starting to touch myself, when my phone suddenly rang. I jumped with surprise, and I fumbled to answer it as quickly as I could.

"Chad?" was all I could say.

"Hi baby," he replied.

 

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I felt a wave of exaltation wash over me. He'd just called me baby. That word was music to my ears. I could only hope he wanted to patch things up as badly as I did.

"I miss you," he said after what seemed like a long pause. "Like a lot."

"Yeah," I replied. "I miss you too."

"You don't mean that."

"Why wouldn't I mean it?"

"I acted like a fucking asshole to you."

"Now wait. I never said that--"

"I did," he replied. "I mean... when it comes to stuff that happened before we were a couple... that shit's none of my business. And I shouldn't have acted like it was."

"Yes it is your business. At least it is now. I want to tell you everything... including the stuff I'm not proud of."

Chad seemed to pause. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm the one who fucked up. I never should've hooked up with Johan. Even years ago, I knew what kind of a person he was. I should've heeded the warning signs, but I didn't. And even then, I shouldn't have brushed it under the carpet. All that stuff is on me... which is why I've been working to fix it."

"What do you mean?"

At first I didn't know where to start. Then I took a deep breath, and I explained what had happened earlier.

"Wait a minute," he said when I finished. "Your sister's actually talking to this guy?"

"Yeah. She can get through to him better than I can. So she's my best bet to get those last few pictures deleted."

"You don't feel weird about her seeing you naked?"

I was quiet for a second. "Well, hopefully she doesn't need to... I mean, I don't think either of us want that. Hopefully her friends can run interference or whatever. But even if she did see that shit, better her than the rest of the Internet."

"I guess," Chad replied. "I've got to be honest with you though: I actually kept copies of those pictures myself."

"That's different. You're allowed to... it's everybody else that's the issue."

"You know," he said, "for whatever it's worth, those pics are kind of a lifesaver... because if I can't be with you in person, they're basically the next-best thing."

I felt a pang of guilt. I knew Chad deserved better than that.

"Fuck, I wish I could be there with you."

"It's all right," I said. "I mean, I wish you were here too... but you were right. Your dad needs you."

Chad let out a deep breath. "I feel like I'm on the Night's Watch," he said. "When I'm in that hospital, it's like I'm cut off from the rest of the world. I can hardly even get a decent signal for my phone. I mean, I know this stuff is important, but still... even when I get to go outside, the only person I know around here is the family friend I'm staying with. He's always busy with work, so I'm basically fending for myself."

"Well... if it makes you feel any better, I've been really lonely too. And remember, it's not going to last forever--"

"It could last for a hell of a long time," he said. "My dad could be here indefinitely. They say with brain injuries you never really know. Eventually they'll probably send him to a rehab facility... but God knows when or even if he'll be able to take care of himself."

My chest tightened up. I felt awful for Chad, and I would've done anything to make it all better. "You know, if you need me to fly out there, I can--"

"Don't be stupid. You've got classes and stuff. Especially now that you're in with Dr. Littman--"

"My classes aren't any more important than yours."

Chad hesitated again. "You know how tempting that is?"

"I'm serious."

"I know, and I love you for that. But... it wouldn't be right for you."

I felt a lump in my throat. I'd never heard anyone talk to me like that, and I didn't know how to react.

"I'll tell you one thing though," he said. "Thinking of you has helped keep me going."

"Now wait, you shouldn't say stuff like that--"

"I thought you said we should tell each other everything."

"Well, I mean yeah, but still... it just sounds so emasculating."

"Emasculating?" he asked. "Baby, I'm all man, and so are you. And I'll let you in on a secret: that's one of my favorite things about you."

I licked my lips. "That's another helluva way to put that shit, but... well, I guess the feeling's mutual."

"You know what I would give to feel your muscles right now?"

I couldn't help but grin. "You know what I'd give for your lips? And your beard?"

"Fuck yeah," he said. "Man... I'd suck on that face like it was nobody's business."

"You promise?"

"Hell yes," he said. "Of course, I wouldn't necessarily stick to your face. I-I'd probably nibble the edge of your ear, you know, then maybe suck on your earlobe...."

I felt my cock start to stiffen. I liked where he was going with this. "Don't stop there," I said.

"Well, I wouldn't." He paused for a moment. "I'd keep my hand on your crotch the whole time... so I could feel how hard you are... and when I've got you as horny as I want you, I could start kissing your neck. I'd probably follow the base of your chin to your throat. Then I'd make my way to your Adam's apple, and I'd run my tongue in circles...."

"Oh fuck...."

He chuckled. "You like that?"

"Yeah baby. Keep going...."

"Well, about an inch or two below that, you've got that little space between your collarbones that I like to kiss. From there I'd run my lips between your pecs... till I got to to the bottom of your sternum. Then I'd move to either side so I could play with your nipples."

My dick was rock hard by then. I couldn't resist the urge to start toying with it. "Tell me more," I said.

"I know what you're doing now," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"This is right where you'd usually start stroking your cock."

"Guilty as charged," I said. "But don't tell me you're not turned on yourself--"

"I didn't say that," he replied. "In fact, I'm probably harder than you are. I haven't had a chance to jack off all day."

"You want me to help you?"

"You already are."

I felt a surge of hormones. "Tell me where your hand is right now."

"It's inside my underwear."

"Are your pants open?"

"Well yeah...."

"Why don't you pull them down?"

"Mm," he said. "I like the way you're thinking."

"Go ahead," I said. "I can wait."

I could hear Chad fumble with his pants. As he did, I opened my fly even further. I looked down and saw my cock staring straight at my face. I could already see my pre-cum start to glisten.

"Are you naked?" I asked.

"From the waist down," he replied.

"Take your shirt off," I said. "I don't want anything getting in our way."

"Right back at you," he said.

I needed both of my hands, so I put my phone on speaker and laid it beside me. I glanced at my blinds to make doubly sure they were closed. Then I stripped off my shirt, and I pulled down my pants and my underwear.

"That's more like it," he said. "Now where were we?"

"You were just playing with my nipples."

"Oh, right." He let out a little chuckle. "How hard do you want me to suck them?"

"Fuck... do you really need to ask?"

"That's my boy."

"You fucking tease!"

"I'm gonna give you a hickey so dark, you won't know where your white skin ends and your brown skin begins."

"Shit...."

"I want to feel your skin on my tongue," he said, "and that taste...."

"Fuck me...."

"What was that?"

"I want you to fuck me," I said. "No more teasing, okay?"

"I didn't agree to that," he said. "At least not yet. Besides, who says I shouldn't be the one to get dick up my ass?"

I ran my hand down my shaft, then started massaging my balls. "I need you so bad...."

"Then why am I the one with the raging hardon?"

"I never said you were the only one."

He let out a little sigh. "Oh fuck...."

"Tell me what you're doing right now."

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Fuck yeah...."

"Right now I'm lying down," he said, "and I've got my cock in my hands. And I'm rubbing it as slowly as I can...."

"I want to know how it feels."

"Well... it kind of feels like you're running your tongue up my shaft. You know that feeling when it all starts to tingle...."

"Yeah I do," I said. "It's the same feeling when you're giving me a hickey. Well, sort of...."

"You want me to follow your treasure trail?"

"Be my guest."

"You have the best fucking bellybutton," he said. "I want to just stick my tongue in it, and maybe run circles around it--"

"Keep going," I said. "I need you to service my cock."

"That's the best fucking part!"

"Well, if we get in a 69, I can service yours too...."

"Fuck yeah," he said. "I want your cock right in my face."

"You can have it. My body's yours for the taking."

"Shit...."

"Keep talking," I said. "Tell me what you want to be doing."

"First I want to run my tongue along your shaft. I want to trace that ridge on the underside, you know that part that's a little softer than the rest... and I want you to suck on me too...."

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "I'm so hungry for your cock, I'm not fucking around. I'm just gonna take it in my mouth and suck it so hard...."

"Yeah baby," he said. I could tell he was jacking off faster and faster.

"Tell me how close you are."

"Too fucking close... I want to get fucked so bad, but I don't think I can make it that long...."

"Go ahead and cum," I said. "I want you to shoot in my mouth the same time I'm shooting in yours."

"Oh yeah," he gasped as I heard him pounding away.

I followed suit and stroked myself harder and harder. As I did, waves of pleasure flowed through me, while my pre-cum jiggled and sparkled. I lifted my lower back so my dick was looming over my face. In this position, my cunt was sticking straight up, and my cockhead was so close to my face that I could almost lick it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it!"

"Aw shit," he yelled, and I could tell his eyes were rolling back in his head. Then-- smack! I heard his cum splash against his skin. I could practically see his body writhing, and I could imagine how much jizz he was shooting.

I couldn't hold back at that point. My orgasm jolted through me like an electrical shock. My balls contracted, my breath blew out of me, and my muscles contorted. I went rigid for a second, but then I blew my load directly in my face. I felt my warm gooey goodness cascading all over me. I opened my mouth to scream, but my juices smothered me to the point that I just let out a gurgle.

"Fuck," Chad said. "I want that cum in me so bad."

I finished pumping my cock. Then I swallowed hard and wiped my eyes clean. "Holy shit...."

"We should do this more," he said, "except next time on camera."

I picked up my phone, and I wiped a few splatters off the screen. "Hell yeah," I said, "but what I really want is the real thing."

"Me too," he said, though I couldn't help noticing the sadness in his voice. "I just don't want to have to wait too long for it."

"Me neither," I said.

 

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They say absence makes your heart grow fonder. Apparently the same thing is true for your dick.

The longer Chad was gone, the more I found myself craving him. I missed the smell of his skin, the warmth of his touch, and the comforting weight of his body on mine. I even missed the things that had bugged me before, like the crap he'd leave lying on the ground, and the dull stuff he'd make us watch on T.V.

Even just walking around campus, I'd see guys shooting hoops, which would always remind me of him. I'd end up daydreaming in lectures, which pretty much always got me hard. I got to be adept at hiding my boners in public. I started wearing looser clothes, and I mastered the art of surreptitiously slipping my dick in my waistband.

Chad and I did talk of course, which was always the highlight of my day. I knew it was a release for him too. I could tell how much strain he was under, though he didn't usually let on. I made it my mission to cheer him up as much as I humanly could.

Most nights we had to squeeze in our alone time after I'd finished my classes and Chad had gotten back from the hospital. We usually ended up jacking off over Skype. It was always awesome to watch him pound his pud while I pounded my own. We tried to time our loads so we'd both shoot at once, though sometimes we were more successful than others.

The calls almost always ended the same way. We'd both be lying in bed, naked and wet, while we blew each other kisses and told each other good night. But those moments were always bittersweet. We both knew that as soon as we hung up, we'd each go back to being alone.

The saving grace was our support system. On one night in particular I was lying in bed, having just finished with Chad, when I got a call from Amy. "All right," she said without so much as a hello. "I guess I'm officially your consigliere."

"Say what?"

"Well," she said, "we just had Johan's intervention."

I sat up in bed. "W-what?"

"I made the trip myself."

"Now wait, I didn't ask you to do that--"

"It's fine," she said. "I had to visit Northwestern anyway. I might as well kill two birds with one stone."

I started to feel a hint of relief. "S-so... how did it go?"

"It was basically what you'd expect. We sat Johan down and read him the riot act. Then Rosie made him unlock his phone and computer, and she went through his stuff. It turned out he'd been a helluva photo collector."

"Y-you mean--"

"Apparently he'd been lurking online and asking guys for their pics. He seemed to have quite the library... at least till Rosie wiped it out."

I licked my lips. "So my pictures are gone?"

"Yeah," she said, "along with God-knows-how-many others."

"Oh thank God," I said as I felt my muscles loosen up.

"You should block him from your phone and e-mail too. To be safe."

"I did that already."

"Good boy."

I took a deep breath. "Listen, I uh...."

Amy waited for a second. "You what?"

"Well, I owe you one," I said. "Big time."

"It's fine. Maybe you can return the favor someday... but I'm not keeping score."

I nodded. "Thanks."

"Are you okay? You sound pretty glum."

"Well, I dunno if that's really the way to put it...."

"Then how else would you say it?"

"I mean... I'm okay I guess. It's just the situation that sucks. Chad's birthday is next week, but he'll be either stuck in that hospital, or hanging out by himself. Either way, it's not cool."

"I'm sorry."

"It is what it is."

"What are you getting him?"

"You mean for his birthday?"

"No, for Talk Like a Pirate Day," she quipped. "For shit's sake, Scott, what do you think I could've meant?"

"I-I guess I haven't thought that far ahead--"

"Why the hell not?"

"I just... I'm just trying to take things one step at a time." Truth be told, I was trying to keep Chad's birthday out of sight and out of mind. I really hated the idea of spending it apart. I would've done anything to take him out to a nice dinner or something, the way he'd done for me. I also felt a little guilty about Christmas, when I'd just gotten him a small gift yet he'd spent so much money on me.

"Actually," Amy said, "it sounds to me like you've got all the more reason to get him something special. I'm not saying you need to spend a lot of money, because that's not what it's about... you just need to be thoughtful."

"Okay... so what do you suggest?"

Even over the phone, I could sense Amy rolling her eyes. "Oh my God," she said. "I would think a gay guy would get this."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You're as hopeless as Dad! What, were you planning on getting him mop heads too?"

I scoffed. Amy was referring to a time when we were kids, when Dad had gifted Mom a bunch of cleaning supplies. He'd apparently thought this was a good idea, since we really did need them, and he'd gotten a good deal on them. But he'd never lived it down. "Now wait, I'm not that clueless--"

"Oh we'll see about that," Amy said. "What's Chad even into when he's not around you?"

"I dunno," I said. "I mean, he's obviously into basketball... and rugby I guess."

"What are his favorite teams?"

"I know he likes the Lakers, but I don't know about that rugby stuff. He told me about it once, but I don't remember the details--"

"Omigod you're a mess. What kind of music does he like? Or movies? Books? T.V.?"

I remembered how Chad had mentioned the Night's Watch. "Well, he definitely digs Game of Thrones," I said, "and he does like to read, though you probably wouldn't think it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've seen what he looks like. He's not exactly bookish."

"See, now we're getting somewhere. You're telling me who he is behind the facade."

I acted annoyed-- because after all that's what brothers do-- but secretly I welcomed Amy's help. She'd always been more sensitive than I was, and she seemed to gauge people's feelings in a way I never could.

She asked me a bunch more questions, and after much discussion, she gave me a bunch of tips. Then she sent me off to go shopping. The first thing I bought was a beard-trimming kit. I tried to get Chad tickets to a game, but the Lakers weren't playing in D.C. anytime soon, and neither were any of the other teams he liked. Rugby was also out of season. But I did get my hands on something I hoped he'd be into: an autographed copy of the original book A Game of Thrones.

I also sent Chad a gift I couldn't tell Amy about. Since he'd sent me naughty pictures for my birthday, I figured I should reciprocate. Especially after what had happened with Johan, I wanted to show Chad how much I trusted him. I also wanted to give him as much jack off material as I could.

I ended up doing more than just taking pictures. Over the course of a few days, I recorded a whole bunch of videos of myself getting off. I made sure to give him some nice variety. One video started with a striptease-- a nice slow one to get him horned up-- till I couldn't take it any longer, and I eventually shot my load in the camera lens. Another video had me fucking myself with the dildo of Chad's dick, while I told him how badly I wanted the real thing. I recorded stuff in my bed, on my floor, and everywhere else I could manage. I even did a video at the gym, in the same bathroom stall where Chad and I had fucked.

As fate would have it, when I left the gym, I ran into my neighbor Hannah. It was pretty awkward, especially since it confirmed what I'd always suspected. Hannah had clearly been the one who'd caught us having sex. I wanted to ask her exactly what she'd seen, but I decided not to go there. After all, even if she'd watched us at length, I'd already gotten back at her. I just shot her a glare, and she glared right back.

I tried to keep myself as busy as possible, to keep the loneliness at bay. I also needed money if I was going to make a trip to see Chad. I kept thinking ahead to Spring Break, which seemed like the next opportunity, though it still felt like a long way off.

I ended up applying for jobs at a bunch of restaurants around town. I made the rounds from Giulia's Pizza to the Riedegost Ale House, and I interviewed with as many as I could. Riedegost was the first to take the bait. They asked me to start that weekend, which was fine by me.

When Chad's birthday finally dawned, I texted him as soon as I woke up. Happy birthday sexy, I wrote. Then I sent him the first video of me. I can't wait till you see the real thing.

Holy shit, he texted back a few seconds later. He couldn't have had time to watch the whole thing, but he'd apparently gotten the gist. Talk about just what the doctor ordered! Then he added an eggplant emoji.

I was tempted to send him the second video then, but I decided to hold off. Instead I just showered and dressed.

By the time I got to my first class, I had another text waiting for me: You just made me jerk off in a public restroom.

Holy shit, I texted back. Seriously?

It was a sexual emergency, he wrote. It was either that or on the train.

I felt myself getting hard at the thought of Chad being so horny. I wanted to know details, but my lecture was about to start, so I had to take a raincheck. I just texted him back: In that case, enjoy this one too! And I sent him the next clip.

This went on for most of the day. By the time we finally got to Skype, I could tell his lust was practically boiling over. Mine was too, for that matter. I wanted to reach right through the screen and fuck him senseless. But I kept the tease going.

"So how's my birthday boy?" I asked.

"Fuck," he said facetiously, "are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"Did you get my package?"

"If you mean the one from FedEx, then yeah. But you seriously didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to."

"Well, Game of Thrones hit the spot. I need a good fantasy I can escape to... and all that sex doesn't hurt."

"Isn't it all straight sex in there?"

"Basically yeah," he said, "but there's also people like Loras and Renly."

"Well... I'm glad it was a hit."

"Of course it was. Everything you got me...." His voice trailed off for a second. "It was sweet. Thank you baby."

"You're welcome."

"Now if you want to talk about the package I really want...." And he pointed at my crotch.

"You can have that too," I said, "except I can't FedEx it."

"For now, you did the next-best thing."

"Even if it caused a sexual emergency?"

"I never said that was a problem."

I licked my lips. "So what happened, exactly?"

"Well, it was your fault. You sent me that video right when I was leaving the house."

"And?"

"It got me so fucking hard, even just thinking about it... I knew I couldn't last. I had to stop at a coffee shop and pretend I was taking a dump."

"Keep going."

"I was already close, so it just took me a few seconds to cum. I almost shot across the stall. But I managed to aim so I didn't make a mess."

"That's too bad," I said. "I really like your messes."

"I like yours too," he said. "But I don't think a random barista would appreciate having to clean that off the walls."

"Maybe a random barista doesn't know what he's missing."

"Maybe that's not who I want taking my loads."

My dick went totally rigid at the thought of taking Chad's loads in any way shape or form. Unfortunately that was one more thing I couldn't do over Skype. I wanted to just snap my fingers and jump forward in time, which was probably the biggest tease of all.

Chad and I did get off that night, and we both made a big show of it. But it was hardly a secret that I wanted more. I wanted to make out, I wanted to hold him, and I wanted to get fucked, none of which I could really do at that point. All I could do was count the days till the end of my limbo.

In the meantime, I did have other stuff to deal with. Brody in particular was still being a pain. Even though we'd kicked him out of the Kap Eps, he wasn't going away. His dad had apparently called Luke and given him an earful. The way Luke told the story, Mr. Watkins had made a big deal out of how he himself was a Kap Ep, as if this entitled his kid to special treatment. Luke said in that case, Mr. Watkins should already know about the need to pay dues, and that refusing to do it could get him kicked out. The old man didn't appreciate that.

Mr. Watkins kept escalating it till we were forced to vote on letting Brody back in. As it turned out, the results of this new vote were the same as before. All of us agreed Brody was being an asshole-- once again-- and this running home to Daddy was a chickenshit move. So we told the guy to pound sand.

Meanwhile, my job at Riedegost was a lot more involved than I'd expected. It was still a good gig compared to that internship I'd done. But waiting tables wasn't as easy as I'd thought. I'd never realized how exhausting it could be to spend an eight-hour shift on my feet. I'd also never considered how much mental juggling it took to keep track of everyone's orders, know each item on the menu, split checks correctly, and do all the behind-the-scenes shit you had to do. I had a whole new respect for people like Thaxter who'd been doing it for years.

Sometimes I'd see gay guys come in on a date. I'd always watch from a distance as they flirted back and forth. Some would play footsie or even make out. I couldn't help feeling jealous, since I wanted so badly to be in their shoes. Whenever they sat at my tables, I had to work extra hard to keep a straight face. Most of those dudes could tell I was one of them, based on how they talked to me, and we seemed to establish a weird unspoken bond. But it still wasn't easy, especially when I had to hide another boner.

Some days seemed to fly by, but others seemed to go in slow motion. This was especially true around midterm time, since Spring Break was now tantalizingly close. I kept trying to study, but I always got distracted. Each time I looked at my computer-- or my phone or my iPad-- I saw the date and time staring back at me. I felt like I was watching a pot and waiting for it to boil.

The worst was at night, when I'd toss and turn for hours. I kept worrying something else would go wrong: that my trip would get canceled, or that Chad would get pulled away for something important, or who-knows-what else. I knew my anxiety wouldn't go away till Chad was right in front of me.

By the time I finished my last exam, my anticipation had built to a fever pitch. I hadn't jacked off that day, or even the night before, at Chad's request. I was basically drowning in hormones, and my emotions were tied up in knots. I could hardly believe my wait was almost over.

I high-tailed it off campus as quickly as I could manage. I couldn't get to D.C. fast enough. I kept wanting the airline people to pick up the pace. The pilot even said we were going six hundred miles an hour, which to me was still too fucking slow.

When I finally landed, I Ubered to the house where Chad was staying. My heart was pounding when the car pulled up to the curb. I checked the address one last time, to make sure I was really there. It looked like no one was home, since the sun had gone down and all the windows were dark. But I finally got out of the car, grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, and walked up to the door.

Before I could knock, the knob turned, and the door cracked open. "Come on in babe," came a voice.

 

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Chad's baritone almost made me melt. I wasn't hearing him over a speaker this time. I was hearing him for real, from just a few feet away-- even though I still couldn't see him.

I stepped through the doorway, and there he was. Most of his body was in shadow, except for a silvery light that shone across his neck. He was wearing nothing but a sexy cologne.

"Holy fuck," I said as I dropped my suitcase and jumped into his arms.

Chad gripped me so hard that he nearly knocked the wind out of me. His lips slammed against mine, and his tongue went right in my mouth. I tripped against his feet, and together we fell against the wall. "Scott, you sonofabitch," he said between kisses.

"Fuck," was the only thing I could say. I seemed to have lost the capacity for coherent thought. I was operating on pure adrenaline. I inhaled his scent, and I ran my hands along his bare body. One finger touched his dick, which was just as hard as I expected.

"Careful," he said, "I don't want to cum too soon...."

"I've been wanting your cum for months."

"The feeling's mutual," he said, "but I don't want to fuck this up." He caressed my cheek with his lips. "Shit, I love you so fucking much...."

"I love you too...."

"Fucking A." Chad slid his hand under my coat, then peeled it off me.

I wanted to get as naked as he was. I was almost tempted to fuck him right then and there. But before I could take off any other clothes, Chad wrapped his fingers around mine, then gripped my hand.

"Come with me," he said.

We broke off our embrace, at least for a second, so he could take me to his room. As he did, I saw glints of light dabbling across his butt. I had to resist the urge to grab it and dive in.

Chad opened the door to the guest room. It was practically spotless-- very un-Chad-like-- with a carefully-made queen size bed. A bottle of wine sat on the dresser, along with two matching glasses. "C'mere," he said as he plopped on the bed, and his boner smacked against his pubes.

I jumped on top of him, and we went back to making out. Chad put his hands on my ass, and he started tracing my crack. I was dying for him to touch my crotch, though I knew I was as close to cumming as he was.

"Aw baby," Chad said. "I need you so bad...." Then he grappled with my shirt and pulled it over my head.

I got up from the bed, undid my pants, and yanked them down. I pulled off my socks and my underwear, and my package popped out.

"Get back down here," Chad said.

I followed his orders, crouched down, and started kissing his chest. I could practically feel his heart beating underneath. I nibbled on his chest hair, then ran my tongue between his pecs. I felt his beard brush against his face, and I noticed how nicely pruned it was. "I see you put that trimmer to good use," I said.

"For you babe... you're the one who has to make out with that."

"I wouldn't give that up for the world."

Chad's body writhed on the bed. "Fuck," he said.

"Do you want me to ride you?"

"Not yet," he said as he rolled over on his stomach. "First it's my turn to bottom. And it's obviously been a while, so you'll need to loosen me up." He spread his legs and stuck his ass up so his hole was staring right at me.

I wasn't about to object. I assumed the position and stuck my face in his crack. His ballsack hung down by my chin, and I felt a tickle from a few of his hairs. I pressed my lips against him so they surrounded his pucker. Then I stuck out my tongue and gave his hole a quick lick.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. "Do more of that... please...."

I held my mouth against him, harder this time, and I started sucking on his flesh. As I did, I flicked my tongue against the most tender part of his skin. I felt his sphincter tense up, but then it relaxed. His muscles seemed to be twitching involuntarily.

"Yeah... that feels so good...."

I ran my tongue in a zig-zag pattern, then made a couple quick circles. Then, when I couldn't take it anymore, I pressed forward and pierced his hole.

The inside of his ass tasted just how I remembered. There was nothing gross or off-putting about it; in fact, I couldn't get over how sexy it was. Chad was such a manly man, and his muscles were so perfectly toned, that I couldn't imagine anything hotter. Except maybe his cock.

I worked his hole for a minute or so, while he groaned and grunted underneath me. His body kept trembling, but slowly but surely his muscles relaxed. My tongue kept going deeper and deeper inside him, and I kept wanting to go even deeper still.

"Just fuck me," he said. "I can't stand it anymore."

I finally came up for air. "Where's your lube?"

Chad didn't say a word. He just reached for his dresser and opened a drawer.

I smeared the lube on Chad's cunt, then got my cock into position. It seemed right at home between his cheeks. He pressed his body against mine, till my tip popped inside him.

Chad let out a gasp, reached behind my back, and pulled me deeper inside him. He was definitely tighter than what I was used to. But he was clearly relishing it-- and so was I.

His ass felt fucking incredible. His chute was so warm, and it squeezed my dick just right. I couldn't get enough of it. I slid in all the way till my balls pressed against his taint. Then I started pounding away.

"Oh fuck yeah...."

Chad's butt cheeks jiggled with little shockwaves. I could feel his insides quivering around me. Our bodies made a slap-slap-slap that seemed perfectly synced with the creaking of the bed. Chad's breathing was heavier than mine, though we were both letting off gasps that were short and staccato.

I put my hands on Chad's hips for better guidance. He clutched his fists, threw his head back, then dropped it back down. From my angle, I couldn't see his expression, but I almost didn't need to. I could tell he was as into it as I was.

I could feel my balls start to boil. I knew Chad wanted to enjoy the ride, so I tried to force myself not to cum. I thought of the unsexiest stuff I could think of, like disasters in the news, people I didn't like, and whatever other buzzkills came to mind.

Chad turned his head. "I want to kiss you," he whispered. I leaned down toward him, and I tried to make out with him. But we couldn't comfortably do it in the position we were in.

"Here," I said as I momentarily pulled out. Chad rolled over on his back, and he lifted his legs up high. I slid back inside him and started fucking him spread-eagled.

"God, I love your dick," he said as he wrapped his arms around me, pulled my face tight against his, and started kissing me. "You're so fucking hot... and that spectacular cock... it feels so good inside me...."

"I love that spectacular ass of yours too."

"Oh shit!" he yelped as I felt my dick hit his prostate. Chad's fingers dug deep into my back, and his nails scratched hard against my skin, but the pain seemed to make it that much hotter.

I hit Chad's prostate again, and his body jolted with pleasure. His mouth dropped open, and he clutched the blankets beneath him. He looked like he was about to scream, but he didn't.

I kept pistoning into him, till finally his dick twitched. He looked into my eyes, and there was no mistaking the mixture of lust and ecstasy on his face. I felt Chad's sphincter beginning to spasm. Then his whole lower body flexed, and a thick stream of cum shot out of his cock.

My own orgasm was just seconds away. "F-u-u-u-u-u-u-uck!" I yelled as the sensation took over my body. It was the most incredible undiluted bliss. I could feel my muscles tensing up to the point that I could actually see stars. It lasted quite a bit longer than usual; I tried to hold in my cum for as long as I could, but finally it blasted right out. I couldn't see it of course, but I knew I was flooding Chad's innards with my multi-day load.

Chad, meanwhile, had just finished shooting. He let out one last moan as he tried to catch his breath. Then his whole body seemed to relax, as if he was melting into the mattress.

I kept pounding till I was sure I was finished. Then I collapsed on top of Chad with my dick still inside him, and his cum smeared between us.

"Woah," seemed to be all he could say.

I didn't answer. I just gave him a kiss.

"Fuck, I needed that so bad," he said. "You have no idea how hard I was craving it."

I licked my lips. "I think I have an idea...."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"I don't ever want to be apart like that again."

"Me neither," I said. "But you've got to admit one thing... it makes for a helluva reunion."

Chad snorted. "I guess that's one way to put it." He was silent for a moment as he traced my lips with his fingers. "It's sure taught me one thing... I don't know what I'd do if you weren't in my life."

His words threw me at first. I felt the same way, but I'd never expected him to say it. I was about to respond, but then I heard a key in a lock, followed by a door opening and closing.

Chad must've seen the look on my face. "It's fine," he said. "That's just Seth. He's going to do the same thing he always does, which is to go straight to bed. Till he gets up at the ass crack of dawn."

"Are you sure he's okay with me being here?"

"Yeah of course. Why wouldn't he be?"

I looked down, where my cock was still embedded deep in Chad's ass. "I mean, putting aside that I'm your gay lover...."

"He's not going to bother us," he said. "I'll introduce you of course, but he's hardly ever here. He's a total workaholic. Not to mention the time he spends with his fiancee."

"If you say so." I squeezed his butt cheeks. "You're sure he won't mind if we're fucking like bunnies?"

"I told you he knows you're here." He kissed me again. "As far as how bad we need to fuck... that's one detail he doesn't need to know."

I felt Chad's wet boner press against me. I shifted my body just a little, and he responded in kind. "Mm," I said. "Something tells me you want the same thing I do right now."

"What's that?"

I pulled out of his ass, then leaned down to his body and lapped up his cum. Fuck, it tasted so good. That salty flavor, mixed with just the right amount of sweetness... not to mention the creamy texture... most importantly, it was Chad's most fundamental essence. His DNA. His living cells. The most personal, most intimate thing about him. And I finally had it all to myself.

I swallowed hard, and I felt his juices going down my throat. I could sense them churning around in my stomach. I couldn't wait for my body to absorb them. I wanted his proteins, his sugars, his enzymes, and everything else-- and I wanted it all to be part of me.

I wasn't done though. I slurped up the last few drops from his cock, then started sucking him off. I could tell he was still tingly from his orgasm, so I was extra careful with my lips and my tongue.

God, I loved that cock. I loved how it filled up my mouth. I loved how it rubbed against my palate, and how the tip jabbed at my throat. I loved how that warm hard flesh felt against my taste buds. I loved how I couldn't see anything but Chad's crotch, as if it had taken over my world. I loved how his pubes brushed against my face. I loved that musky smell of his sweat, overlaid with whatever cum residue I hadn't managed to get.

There was no substitute for this. Nothing could even remotely come close. This dick was one of a kind.

"Oh shit," Chad gasped, and I felt him squirm on the bed. "Oh baby...."

I started playing with his balls just the way he liked it. I cupped my hand around his sack, then moved around in circles. I petted one nut for a minute, then moved on to the other.

"Oh fuck yeah...."

I popped his dick from my mouth, then slapped it against my cheek. "You like that?"

"Fuck, I love it," he said. "It's been way too fucking long...."

"You know what else has too?"

"What?"

I reached for the lube, rubbed some on his cock, and put a drop on my boyhole. Then I climbed on top of him, and I looked in his eyes while I lowered myself on his shaft.

Shit, that felt incredible. Chad's rod forced me open just the way I wanted. My ass was so tight that it gripped his cock and wouldn't let go. I needed that man inside me. Fuck, I needed him so bad.

I lowered my ass on his pubes, and I savored the feeling of his thick shaft in my butt. I leaned down to kiss him and jousted with his tongue. Chad was invading my body from both ends, and fuck, it felt incredible.

Slowly but surely, Chad started thrusting inside me. My inner organs seemed to move out of his way. My whole body knew this was what I'd been aching for. What I'd been dying for.

"Fuck me," I gasped as I tried to match his rhythm. "Fuck me harder."

Chad grabbed my hips and slammed me down on his cock. My sphincter cramped for a split second, then relaxed again. I moved up by a few inches, then dropped back down. It felt like he was splitting me open, but fuck, I needed more.

"Tear me up...."

"Oh baby, you feel so good on my cock...."

"God!"

"You're gonna make me cum again...."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah baby... oh fuck...."

I had to force myself not to scream. This was fucking mind-blowing. My neurons were firing every which way, totally out of control. My ass felt like it was on fire. My vision was blurry, and my voice was getting garbled. I could barely remember to breathe. It was all I could do to keep bouncing on that cock, driving it inside me, taking one powerful thrust after another.

Then he hit my prostate. Oh God! I wanted to make a sound, but it got caught in my throat. My brain was basically blitzed. I glimpsed Chad's face, clearly relishing the experience as he hammered away. He hit the spot again, then again, then again.

"U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ugh," he groaned as his body tensed up, and I felt him shoot deep inside me. The friction in my chute disappeared as Chad coated my bowels.

I put my hand on my cock, hoping to aim, but then I lost the control I had left. My muscles went totally haywire, and my cum sprayed in all directions. Some of it splattered on Chad. Some of it hit the pillows and blankets. Some of it might've stuck to the ceiling; I was so out of it that I couldn't tell.

"Oh yeah," Chad said as he slowed down his thrusts. "Give me that cum."

I threw my head back as a few more ropes shot out of me. My sex-addled brain suddenly felt lightheaded. I closed my eyes for a second, till my orgasm ended and I started to come to.

"Mm," Chad said as he reached down, gathered up the blobs he could, and brought them to his mouth. A strand of goo hung down from his fingers, jiggled for a moment, then fell on his tongue.

"Holy fucking shit," was all I could say.

Chad licked his lips and swallowed. "Looks like you enjoyed that as much as I did."

I couldn't say anything sensible, so I didn't even try. I just let my body fall against his, and I clutched him as tight as I could manage.

All I could think was how I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted this feeling to stay with me without ever fading. I wanted to be with Chad every second of every minute of every day. And I wanted to never let my man go.

The question, of course, was how to pull that off.

 

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Chad and I just laid there for a while, holding each other and exchanging pillow talk. It almost felt like a dream. I'd imagined that night so many times that it hardly seemed real. My ass was sore from the pounding it had gotten, and I'm guessing Chad's was too. But neither of us was complaining.

After about an hour, we opened the wine Chad had brought. True to form, he'd gone for the good stuff, with a nice Merlot out of Napa. He poured me a glass like we were on a date, after which he poured a glass for himself.

It seemed weirdly romantic to be sitting there naked with just a single light shining through the window. A bunch of now-rumpled sheets lay tangled beneath us. I leaned against Chad's body and took a deep breath. Some of his scent was totally familiar, but some of it wasn't. It still turned me on either way.

"So," I eventually said, "tell me about that cologne you've got on."

Chad sipped his wine. "You like it?"

"Yeah I do. It's just... I don't remember you ever wearing anything like that. Deodorant sure, but not cologne."

"Well... I tried to pick it out based on flavors you like. Are you saying I picked right?"

I shrugged. "Apparently so."

"Do you want me to wear it more often?"

"I mean... as long as you promise not to wear anything else...."

"Baby, I'll wear whatever you want me to."

"Ha!" I said, and I ran my hand across his bare thighs. "I like this outfit just fine."

"So this is how you want me to look when we're out and about?"

"Don't tempt me."

"You know you love it," he said. "Speaking of which... what do you want to do while you're in town?"

I set my glass down. "I dunno," I said, "I-I mean I came here for you."

"Do you want to see Dad?"

I had to admit I had mixed feelings about Chad's father. Part of me did want to meet him, but another part thought back to the stories I'd heard. "Is he in any shape to meet me?"

"Well, I try not to overstimulate him," he said. "You've gotta remember, it's a long road back. He's talking now, but not in full sentences. And he doesn't have any filters, so he'll say crazy shit and you have to let it slide. But as long as you keep that stuff in mind... I mean, he's been my life for the last two months. So if that's what you really want to see, you might as well...."

I stared at Chad's face. He seemed so much more mature than before. Part of it was his beard, but even his eyes looked a little more grizzled, a little older, a little wiser. He definitely wasn't the devil-may-care frat boy I'd first met. "So," I said, "what about down the road?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... how long is he going to need you?"

"I dunno," he said. "My family's been trying to figure that out. My mom keeps volunteering for stuff, and she's made a couple trips out here, but I know her heart isn't in it. Which I guess makes sense... I mean, if she didn't want to be with him to begin with, why would she want to be with him now?"

"Wait," I said. "Isn't that between her and your dad?"

"Probably... but that's the kind of shit I've been dealing with."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said. "It's not your fault."

"But if you're putting your life on hold for your parents... where does that leave you?"

Chad gave off a faint chuckle. "You sound like my aunt."

"I-I mean don't get me wrong, it's great that you're doing this. I'm just saying you can't lose sight of your own life."

"Which is practically word-for-word what Pam would've said."

I clutched Chad's body. "In that case... I'm glad I'm not the only one watching out for you."

"Yeah." Chad put his hand on my chest. "I'm hoping we're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I was trying to get them to move him to San Diego, to the Naval Hospital there... but apparently his next step is a rehab facility. Pam lives in L.A., and there's a place there that's supposed to be good. So that's probably our best bet."

"So your aunt would take care of him?"

"Basically," he said. "I mean, he'll need professional care for a while, maybe indefinitely. But yeah, Pam wants to take a more active role. She and Dad were always close."

I looked Chad in the eyes. "I hope they all appreciate what you've done," I said. "It's a helluva lot for you to take on."

"Yeah well...." He took a gulp of wine. "Maybe someday Dad will appreciate it too. At least that's my hope."

I didn't say a word. I knew how long Chad had yearned for his dad's approval. I suspected that was the real reason he was taking care of him, though he'd never outright admitted it. "I just want you back with me," I said without thinking.

"You've got me now."

"You know what I mean. Back at school... so we could just hang out and chill like we used to."

"Believe me, you don't think I want that too? You know how nice it would be to have my biggest worry be a paper or something? Shit." He put his arm around me. "I mean, this semester is pretty much shot, at least for me. Even so, you bet my ass will get over there as soon as I can."

I put my hand against his cheek. "I can't wait," was all I could say.

By the time we finished our wine bottle, we were both pretty tipsy. Part of me wanted to have more sex, but we were both tired, so we did the next-best thing. We spooned with my bare chest against his back, my hands clenching his, and my cock against his butt. It felt so comfortable. So relaxing. So right.

I'd forgotten how warm our bodies got under the sheets-- or maybe it was just that particular sheet. I draped my arm across Chad's chest, and I felt it rise and fall. He was pretty still at first, but then he started to fall asleep, and his body twitched a few times. I wasn't far behind him: I don't remember much before I dozed off.

I just remember pieces of my dream that night. As usual, it was a mishmash of images and feelings, some more vivid than others. At first Chad and I seemed inseparable: we were apparently living together, taking the same classes, seeing mutual friends, and generally sharing our lives. But then I dreamt Chad was the one in the hospital, seriously injured, hooked up to tubes and monitors and whatnot. I wasn't really clear on what had happened: he could've been attacked like his dad, or it might've been an accident or something. Either way, he just laid there unconscious while equipment whirred and beeped around him. The sight of it felt like a punch to the gut, and I wanted to scream, but somehow I couldn't move, and no words came out--

Then of course I woke up. Once I got my bearings, I felt incredibly relieved to find Chad lying with me in one piece. He was still fast asleep, letting out a loud snore. For once, my reality seemed more enjoyable than any possible dream.

I snuggled up to Chad and held his body tight. I couldn't help thinking how crazy I was about this man, and I didn't want anything to happen to him. But I also knew how fragile our lives were. No matter how badly I wanted him, and no matter how badly he might want me, there was just no telling what our futures might hold.

That morning we ran into Seth when he was leaving for work. It turned out Chad's description had been spot-on. Seth was wearing a suit and tie, ready to go, at an hour when we'd barely rolled out of bed. He was apparently an aide to Chad's congressman, and he'd known the Collinses since his time in the Navy. He seemed like a nice enough guy: he said to say hi to Chad's father, and he invited us to come by his office later. But to be honest, I hardly listened to what he was saying. My mind was somewhere else.

When we got dressed, Chad picked out a dress shirt and slacks. He carefully combed his hair, and he even put on his glasses. I hadn't brought any nice clothes-- I'd mostly just packed sweatshirts and jeans-- so Chad let me wear some of his.

"Remember where you're going," he said. "The place isn't exactly laid-back." He checked the mirror one last time, making sure his shit was together. Then he grabbed a laptop bag as we headed for the door.

We walked to the station together, then rode the train to Bethesda. It was kind of a surreal experience. Even after we'd reached our stop, we went up an eerily long set of escalators. The hospital complex was huge, so I depended on Chad to navigate it all.

We kept seeing what looked like military brass in fancy dress uniforms. I forced myself to act as formal as I could, to the point that I was practically marching down the halls. To anyone watching, Chad and I must've looked like Army buddies or something. At least I hoped we did; I didn't want these people to know we were gay.

Chad paused outside his father's room. He looked at me, then knocked on the door. "Dad?" he asked. "It's me. It's Chad." Finally he opened the door, stepped inside, and signaled for me to follow.

Chad's father was lying in bed. At first he looked like any other patient. He was still the strong strapping man I'd seen in pictures, except his head was shaved and he'd put on some weight. A bunch of family pictures and other keepsakes were set up around him. "H-hi," he finally said.

Chad motioned for me to come forward. "I want you to meet Scott."

I swallowed hard. I wasn't sure how to respond; I didn't want to seem flippant, but I also didn't want to be awkward. "Nice to meet you," I said as casually as I could, and I held out my hand.

Chad's father just stared. He didn't seem to know what to make of me.

"Dad, do you remember what I told you?"

"Fucking hell."

"Be polite." I couldn't help noticing Chad's tone; he came across as affectionate without seeming condescending. "I was saying I think you'll like him--"

"Humph--"

"--and he's in town all this week. So you'll get plenty of chances to know each other."

"Shit."

Chad didn't miss a beat. He'd clearly been through this drill before. "So how are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Did you tell Dr. Kornberg about your leg cramps?"

"Who?"

"Dr. Kornberg." Chad pointed to a dry-erase board. "It looks like he was here last night?"

His father looked up and shrugged, but he didn't say a word.

I kept watching Chad as he talked to his old man. I couldn't help admiring Chad's patience. There was so much history between those two, and it wasn't exactly rosy, yet Chad seemed to put that aside. I'd seen his tender side before, but never quite like this.

At one point his dad asked for a Scotch. Chad told him no, but he did offer to get him a Coke. We were just going to get it when we heard a woman's voice. "Mister Collins?"

I assumed she was talking to Chad's dad, but Chad himself turned around. "Dr. Batra," he said.

The doctor was all business. "I want to talk to you about the PNS."

"Of course," Chad replied. He pulled some papers from his bag, which I saw were all carefully organized. He and the doctor launched into a jargon-filled talk about PRC's, Rancho Levels, hemiparesis, perservation, and what the SLP had to say. Most of that stuff was Greek to me, but Chad didn't bat an eye. He scribbled notes as they spoke.

"Now," she asked, "is your aunt up to speed on all this?"

"Mostly," he said. "I gave her a crash course last week. I'm going to share all this with her too." He patted his bag.

"All right," she said. "I'll let you know what happens. Any issues on your end, let me know right away." Then she shook his hand and strode off down the hall.

I must've made a face because Chad looked at me, then frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," I said.

"No, what is it?"

"I dunno, it's just... 'Mister Collins?'"

"Yeah," he said as he fiddled with his glasses. "Around here I'm Mister Collins. My dad is Captain Collins. It's important to get it right."

"So is that what I'm supposed to call you too?"

"Well... no, of course not." He leaned in and whispered under his breath. "You've got special privileges."

"I know, I mean it's just... you know this world better than I do."

Chad gave me a wistful look. "Maybe," he said. He seemed to want to say something more, but he bit his lip.

We got his dad's Coke, then went back to his bedside. Captain Collins kept wanting to watch T.V., but he fumbled with the remote. Chad tried to teach him how to use it. The old man's progress came in fits and spurts, and he did get frustrated at times. Chad seemed to take it all in stride.

I kept looking in Chad's eyes. He was so focused on his dad that he didn't look back at me. I could still see the care and concern in his expressions. He seemed to move in slow motion, so I could follow every flutter of his eyes, every twitch of his lips. It made me feel really warm inside, watching my man be so selfless.

By lunchtime, his dad was pretty tired, so Chad and I let him be. We wanted to grab a bite anyway, so we took the subway to a restaurant Chad had recommended. As we left the station, I saw a poem carved into stone, which struck me as apropos:

Thus in silence in dreams' projections,

Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;

The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,

I sit by the restless all the dark night -- some are so young;

Some suffer so much -- I recall the experience sweet and sad,

... Walt Whitman

I looked out at the neighborhood around us. It kind of looked like Boystown, with lots of brownstone buildings, a few rainbow flags in the windows, and a slightly hipsterish vibe. D.C. being D.C., there were also a few embassies scattered around.

Chad led me to his restaurant, strode through the door, and plopped down at the bar. He immediately let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair.

"Been one of those days?" the bartender asked.

"It always is," he said, then motioned to me. "Jennifer, this is Scott. Scott, Jennifer."

"So you're the famous Scott?"

I wasn't sure how to take that at first. "Um... I mean...."

"It's okay, he's only ever said good things about you." She slid a coaster to Chad. "You want a Face Plant?"

Chad stretched his shoulders. "Yeah."

"And Scott?"

"You should get the Loose Cannon," Chad said. "It's your kind of beer."

"O-okay," I said, "I guess I'll get that."

Jennifer nodded and headed down the bar. "I take it you were just with your dad?"

"Yeah," Chad replied. "It was Scott's first time."

"You mean since he's been in the hospital?"

"No, his first time ever. Which is a helluva way to meet someone...."

I just shrugged. "It was important," I said. "I'm glad I went."

"You don't have to whitewash this shit," Chad said.

"I'm not." I waited till Jennifer was out of earshot, then leaned in toward him. "I'm just saying... your family's a big part of who you are."

"I guess."

"Don't sell yourself short. You've done more for your dad than anybody else I've seen. Definitely anybody our age. I mean come on: most of the Kap Eps are partying in Cancun right now."

"Which is what normal college guys do."

"Maybe so... but I'd rather be here."

Chad looked into my eyes. He looked like he was about to say something, but he didn't.

"So," I finally said, "I take it this is where you've been coming to unwind?"

"I've pretty much had to... I mean I couldn't exactly kick back in the hospital. And it's not like this is a resort town."

I nodded. I was glad to at least see Chad get comfortable in a gay neighborhood. I just wished he could be comfortable the rest of the time too. I got why he was putting up a facade, but the real guy on the inside was the one I'd fallen in love with. "Well," I said, "I don't think you need to worry. I mean it's Washington... you wouldn't be the first to create a little scandal."

Chad snorted. "You want to see my name in a headline?"

"I didn't say that. I just... I want you to be yourself."

He chewed his lip for a moment, then forced a smile. "I wish it was that easy."

I wanted to put my arms around him, give him a kiss, and hold him tight. But I knew Chad was still self-conscious about his sexuality. After all, it had taken him long enough to admit his gayness in private. I knew it would take him even longer to acknowledge it in public-- at least in front of mixed company.

Jennifer brought us our drinks, took our food orders, and chatted with us. Slowly but surely, Chad started to loosen up. He'd evidently told this girl quite a bit: she knew a helluva lot about him, and about me for that matter. I tried to keep the conversation as neutral as I could.

Jennifer's job seemed a lot like mine-- and the restaurant seemed to harken back to Thaxter's-- so I started picking her brain. Jennifer had some good stories to tell, as most bartenders would. My favorites were about the people she'd caught fucking in the bathrooms.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Let me back up. You mean this happened more than once?"

"Oh yeah," she replied. "I even caught some co-workers back there. It was when I was closing, so there weren't any customers around. But I definitely got an eyeful. If you've never seen your co-workers getting it on... let's just say it was weird having to work with them the next day."

"Woah," Chad said. "So you didn't report them?"

"It's hard to report them when one of them is your owner." She clucked her tongue. "Not that I'm complaining though, at least not that much...."

"So," Chad said, "were these guys or girls or a combination of both?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Chad and I exchanged glances. I saw a glint in his eyes, so I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. I had to admit I liked the idea of hooking up at work. I hadn't forgotten some of the adventures Chad and I had had, and I figured a new adventure or two couldn't hurt.

"Anyway," she sighed, "those are the joys of my job."

"I imagine," was all I could say.

The three of us chatted for an hour or so. When Chad and I left, I was tempted to pull him into an alley and let our naughty sides take over. I had to admit I was dying for a good lay, especially after all the feelings he'd conjured up inside me. I could only imagine how how big of a rush we'd get from doing it in public, and how awesome his warm hard cock would feel against mine. But it was still broad daylight, and I wanted to be sensitive. So I forced myself to behave, at least for the moment.

 

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I assumed Chad would show me the city, so I was surprised to hear he'd never really seen it. In all the time he'd been there, he'd apparently never ventured downtown. I couldn't help feeling sad about that, considering he was a poli sci major, not to mention a history buff. I figured D.C. of all places would be catnip for him.

"Listen," I said, "just tell me what you feel like doing."

"For Christ's sake, Scott--"

"I mean it. You should put yourself first for a change."

"You make it sound so... I dunno...."

"Like I care about you?"

"I wouldn't exactly put it that way."

"Well, I'll let you in on a secret: I do care about you. So if there's some other way you want me to put it, just tell me."

Chad rolled his eyes, and he put on his usual stoic mask. But he never actually pushed back, which I knew was a good sign.

We ended up strolling down the street, checking out the shops and other sights along the way. At first it looked like any other street, but it wasn't long before we saw the White House in the distance. I kept a close eye on Chad as we got closer. He seemed to be taking it all in.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. Eventually I broke the silence myself. "Huh," I said. "This looks kind of small in real life."

Chad shrugged. "You've got to remember, it was built right after the colonial era. I mean yeah, they've done some expansion, but not as much as you'd think. Today most of the so-called White House staff work over there." He pointed to a much bigger building on the right.

"I love how you know this stuff off the top of your head."

"Well, it's important. Power and politics make the world go round."

"Is that one of your professors talking?"

"Not exactly," he said. "You know why I picked that major in the first place?"

"No...."

"I mean... no surprise, my dad wanted me to enlist. He would've loved for me to join the Navy like he did. But I knew it wasn't for me. I kept hearing him gripe about how politicians kept ordering them around... and that's the part I latched onto. I realized they were the only people who outrank people like him." He sighed. "I know it sounds shitty now, after all that's happened, but that was my thinking back then."

"Sh," I said as I put my finger on his lips. "You don't need to apologize. And you sure as hell shouldn't feel guilty about it."

"That's easy for you to say."

"There's nothing wrong with your life choices. That's what I've been trying to tell you."

Chad looked like he was about to put his arms around me. But then he paused, stepped away from me, and straightened his posture. "The Secret Service is probably watching us."

"So? How are we doing anything wrong?"

"I'm just saying." He stuck his hands in his pockets and headed down the sidewalk. "We should save that stuff for later. When we're alone."

I was tempted to object, but I bit my lip. I just followed him down the street.

We spent most of the afternoon exploring the city. We actually did find a hell of a lot to see, especially at the Smithsonian. We checked out the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz, which took me right back to my childhood. We also saw the original Star-Spangled Banner, which was more up Chad's alley.

We ended up at Seth's office on Capitol Hill. Seth promised to show us around, but first he had to take a call. While we waited, we chatted with a guy named Tony. He apparently worked for the House Armed Services Committee, and he totally looked the part, with a grey suit and buzz cut.

Tony and Chad hit it off, since they basically spoke the same language. Chad launched into a bunch of questions about Middle East policy, the V.A., and other wonky stuff. I could hear the passion in his voice, which I hadn't heard in a while.

Tony's eyebrows went up too. "Boy," he said, "you sure know your politics."

"I try...."

"So tell me: how long have you boys been together?"

Those words caught me off guard, and Chad visibly flinched. Our straight-acting jig was apparently up. "U-uh...."

"You know," Tony said, "my husband and I have been together twenty years."

Husband? I thought. This guy hadn't set off my gaydar at all.

"Oh," Chad said, "w-well, I mean, we met about a year ago...."

"How'd you meet? If you don't mind my asking."

Chad blinked, then started to loosen up. "Through school," he said. "It's... originally his dorm room was down the hall from mine. And we rushed our fraternity together."

I bit my lip at the thought of the X-rated details he'd left out. Those memories got me pretty hard, though I didn't let on.

"That's fantastic," Tony said. "I met Craig in the service. He works for the State Department now."

I had to admit I was thrown for a loop. This guy had clearly seen through our charade. I had to wonder if other people had caught on too, or if it took a trained eye. I wanted to ask Tony so many questions: how long had he been out? What was it like being gay in this town? Had it ever held him back?

Tony kept on chatting like it wasn't a big deal. "So are you boys from Wheeler's district?"

"I am," Chad said. "But Scott's from outside Chicago."

"Well, maybe you can still use your pull," Tony said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been trying to get Wheeler to join the Congressional LGBT Equality Caucus. So if you can get Seth to talk him into it--"

"Wait... you're not saying my congressman is gay?"

"No, but he doesn't have to be. Only a few of the caucus members actually are. The rest of them are allies, though if they were in the club too, they wouldn't exactly be alone."

"What do you mean?"

"You know D.C. is gayer than any of the fifty states?"

Chad frowned. "You're kidding."

"It's true. Demographically speaking, it's one of the gayest cities in the country-- right up there with San Francisco. But most people have no idea."

Chad and I exchanged glances. I was tempted to say something about our charade, but I bit my lip.

"I mean," Tony said, "we're not exactly flamboyant queens. Maybe that's why we fly under the radar. But it's been that way for years. You know who was the first president to have hired a gay chief of staff?"

Chad shrugged. "I dunno... maybe Obama?"

"It was George Washington himself. In fact, we probably had a gay president too: James Buchanan. Of course in those days nobody talked about it except maybe in whispers. But nowadays no one bats an eye... at least not among the locals."

I could sense the wheels turning in Chad's head. He had a far-off look in his eyes, like he was imagining his future. I was hoping he'd say what was on his mind, but I knew better than to ask.

Seth chose that moment to walk up to us. "All right," he said. "I'm at a good stopping point. Are you ready to go?"

"Hold on," Tony said. "What are you boys doing later tonight?"

Chad and I looked at each other. "Uh," Chad said, "I don't really know."

"The National Equality Council is holding their big conference this week. They're doing a cocktail hour at the Kennedy Center. It starts at seven. You should come."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. If anybody asks, tell them I invited you." He reached into his jacket and pulled out his card. "Hope to see you there."

I didn't know what to say, and I don't think Chad did either. We just thanked him, shook his hand, and followed Seth out the door.

Seth gave us a great tour of the Capitol. We rode a little subway straight into the building. We checked out the visitor center, then went up to the rotunda. We technically got to see the Senate in session, though most of the chamber was empty; a lone senator was giving a speech, apparently for the sake of the T.V. cameras. Chad kept asking questions and pointing out details. I wasn't nearly as excited, mainly because I kept having flashbacks to eighth-grade civics class. But I loved seeing Chad get so into it.

We ended up spending way more time there than we'd planned. When we finally left, the sun was hanging low in the sky. We had almost a postcard view of the city, with the Mall and the Washington Monument off to the west. Long shadows raked across the ground.

"Hey, let me get your picture," Seth said.

"Are you sure?" Chad asked.

"Everybody does it."

Chad looked at me and shrugged. "Okay," he said as he handed Seth his phone.

For the first time since we'd left the house, I put my arm around Chad. Fortunately he didn't resist. He just looked in my eyes, then turned to the camera.

I tried to keep a pokerface, but to be honest, it was the best I'd felt all day. My boyfriend was letting us be publicly seen together-- and be photographed together-- as a couple. Right in front of the ultimate center of power.

Seth finished taking our pictures, then handed back the phone. The pictures actually turned out really cool. They were definitely Instagram-worthy, and could easily be profile pics.

That moment set the tone for the evening. After some discussion, we decided to go with Tony's suggestion, and we headed off to the Kennedy Center. Our cocktail hour was being held on the roof, which had an even better view: it overlooked the Potomac with a panoramic view of the city. The attendees were a who's-who of gay advocates, from all kinds of organizations, along with a few special guests.

We found Tony and Craig, who took us through the crowd and introduced us to one big name after another. It was pretty surreal. I'd seen a lot of these people on T.V., and I'd heard of others in the news, but I'd never imagined I'd be mingling with them. One woman had fought in the Stonewall Riots and had been an activist ever since. She introduced us to her wife, who had worked on the case of Lawrence v. Texas.

Chad took to this stuff like a duck to water. These people obviously weren't hiding who they were, nor were they being weird about it. And they came in all shapes and sizes: some had military backgrounds like Tony and Craig, while others were entrepreneurs or artists or who-knows-what-else. But they'd all found a mission in life, and they wanted to make a difference-- and in many cases, they did help change the world. It seemed like the sky was the limit for them.

At one point I went to use the bathroom, and when I came back, I found Chad standing all by himself. He had a pensive look on his face as he stared at the lights of the Watergate next door.

I walked up behind him, and I put my cheek against his. "You know," I said, "I don't think you told me the truth before. At least not completely."

Chad turned around to face me. "Say what?"

"You have a real knack for this stuff. Politics and civics I mean. And I don't think it's just because of your dad."

"Yeah, well... you don't need to get weird about it."

"I'm just saying, I want you to do what you love."

Chad flashed a hint of the grin I loved so much. Then he slid his hand down my back till it rested on my ass. "That's what I'm already doing."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do." He pulled me toward him. "I just wish this shit wasn't so complicated."

"Me neither," I replied. Then my eyes met his, and before I knew what was happening, Chad's lips brushed against mine. He hesitated for a second, but then he seemed to lose all inhibitions. His tongue dove into my mouth, and he clutched my body hard.

"Oh fuck," he gasped between kisses. He pressed me against the railing, but I wasn't about to resist. There was something karmic about doing this in front of the Watergate, home of the biggest scandal of all-- and in plain view of nearly every other landmark in town.

My dick was rock hard by then. Part of me wanted to just ravage Chad in the bushes or something, and anyone who didn't like it could go fuck themselves. But it seemed Tony was right: as far as I could tell, no one paid us any mind.

We kept making out till we were both out of breath. I could feel Chad's boner pressing against my thigh. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to step back. I knew we had to get back to Seth's place if we wanted to have a real proper fuck.

 

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My dick was rock hard by then. Part of me wanted to just ravage Chad in the bushes or something, and anyone who didn't like it could go fuck themselves. But it seemed Tony was right: as far as I could tell, no one paid us any mind.

We kept making out till we were both out of breath. I could feel Chad's boner pressing against my thigh. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to step back. I knew we had to get back to Seth's place if we wanted to have a real proper fuck.

Our trip back was mostly a blur. It seemed to take forever, though part of that was probably in my mind. Both Chad and I were horny as hell. I half-hoped the train would empty out so we'd have it to ourselves; but we had no such luck.

When we did get back, we didn't even make it to the bed. We barely managed to shut the door behind us. We were making out so intensely that we tripped over our feet, and both of us fell to the floor.

Chad landed on top of me, and he immediately fumbled for my crotch. He undid my fly, grabbed my pants, and yanked them down. He untied my shoes and tossed them aside. Then he slid my underwear down my legs, and he pulled off my socks. Then he reached up and gripped my dick. "God yeah," he said, and without another word, he took my cock in his mouth.

"Oh shit," I gasped. This was the Chad I loved so much. He was so passionate, so crazy, and so messy-- nothing like the uptight guy I'd seen earlier. I wanted him to just take charge and have his way with me. Most of all, I wanted to give him all the pleasure he'd been doing without.

Chad was sucking me so hard that I half-expected to get a hickey. I'd almost forgotten how great his blowjobs really were. I could feel his tongue sliding up and down my shaft, and I could sense my cockhead hitting the back of his throat. He using his free hand to play with my balls, and as he did, he looked at me over the rims of his glasses.

I grabbed the bed's foot above me. Fuck, I thought, this man was an expert. I didn't even know how I deserved him. But I could tell he wanted my dick as badly as I wanted him to have it. I could feel the carpet fibers digging into my back, but I didn't want him to stop.

Chad spread my legs wider, then started caressing my taint. He flicked his fingers across my skin, almost as if he was playing an instrument. Then he zeroed in on my boyhole. His fingertips circled around it at first-- oh fuck that felt good-- before they made their way inside.

"Yeah baby," I said. "Come on up here."

Chad didn't answer me. He just shot me a look as he kept working my cock.

"I want you to fuck me...."

Chad plunged his fingers deep inside me. It felt really fucking good, but I wanted to take this to the next level. I was so hungry for his cock, I could barely contain myself.

I was still wearing Chad's dress shirt with a tank top underneath. I reached down near my crotch, and I undid all my buttons till the shirt fell open. Then I grabbed my tank top and pulled everything over my head. Finally I laid back on the floor fully naked.

Chad hadn't missed a beat. He was still going to town on my penis, servicing it just the way I loved it. I savored the feeling of his fingers inside me, which seemed to pair perfectly with his oral performance. Fuck, that shit felt so good!

I arched my back and pressed my head against the carpet. I tried to keep my legs from moving around, but sometimes they moved anyway. I could tell I was losing control of my body, not that that was necessarily a bad thing. One foot bumped against the wall, and the other might've even kicked Chad, though he didn't seem to mind.

Chad took his mouth off my dick, then made his way to my ballsack. He kissed it a few times, then ran his tongue around my balls. I felt warm puffs on air on my pubes as his breathing got harder and deeper.

"Aw fuck," I said. I put my hands on his head, and I ran my fingers through his hair. His polished haircut was quickly getting disheveled.

Chad sucked my right nut, then my left. He pulled his fingers from my hole-- which suddenly felt very empty, and thus particularly hungry-- and he lifted up my ass. I savored his lips as they tickled my taint. Then, at long last, I felt his tongue on my boyhole.

"Fuck me please," I said. "I'm begging you, baby...."

Chad seemed to chuckle as he played with my cunt. He was clearly enjoying himself. He kept his mouth firmly pressed against my ass while he swung his head back and forth, and his nose nuzzled my balls.

If my body was digging this before, it was downright adoring it now. My nerves were tingling, not just in and around my loins, but all the way from my toes to my armpits and beyond. All I could do was let out a moan.

Chad reached up with one hand, and he fondled my cock. I could feel my balls start to boil. I knew if he kept this going, he'd make me cum. At the same time, I didn't want him to stop.

"Oh yeah...." I let out a loud gasp. "Fuck...."

Chad gripped my dick, harder this time, and he gave it a few tugs. But he also didn't let up on my boyhole. He started stroking and licking away, faster and faster and faster.

I controlled my body as best I could. But I was fucking loving this. I let him keep going till my sphincter tightened around his tongue, and then the rest of my muscles tensed up. "O-o-o-o-o-o baby!" I yelled as my orgasm hit me, and I shot my load all over myself.

"Mmm," he mumbled as he kept licking my butt.

"Shit," I gasped as the last few ropes dribbled out of my cock. They pooled near my bellybutton, and a few drops trickled down my side.

Chad lifted his head. "That's what I'm talking about," he said. Then he kissed the underside of my leg. "That's for the first time we had phone sex."

"What?"

"I wanted to get fucked so bad that night," he said. "But you got me so damn horny, I busted my nut way sooner than I expected. Not that I didn't want it...." He licked his lips. "I'm just returning the favor."

I looked down at Chad. He was still fully clothed, to the point that he'd kept his glasses on the whole time. He looked like he could've been headed for a meeting, except his face was a little flushed. "Speaking of returning the favor," I said, "how do you want to get off?"

"However you want to make me," he said.

"I want to make you cum so hard you don't know what hit you."

Chad licked his lips. At first I thought he'd pull me up to the bed, but he left me lying on the floor. He reached down to my abs and gathered up my jizz. Then he dabbed it on my cunt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his boner.

I felt my heart skip a beat. I could tell where he was going with this. I lifted my legs again, and I offered him my ass.

Chad positioned his cock against my ring. He paused for a moment, then pressed forward and eased his way inside me.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "Oh shit that feels so good...."

Chad slowly started his thrusts. I felt his long hard shaft rubbing against my interior, back and forth, in and out... fuck, I loved that. It was just what my body was craving.

I couldn't get over the sight of Chad having sex with me fully clothed. It was weird to feel his anatomy inside me yet not be able to see it. I flashed back to my fantasy about doing it at work, and I imagined this was what it must feel like. Then I envisioned Chad as some big powerbroker, like the people we'd met that night, except way more randy than met the eye. My kinky side was eating this up.

Chad pressed his chest against mine, and he gave me a kiss. As he did, I caught a whiff of a musky manly smell, which wasn't gross at all, but it had clearly come from my ass a few moments before. Chad and I started making out, and I savored that amazingly talented butt-munching mouth of his, while I clutched his body as tightly as I could.

I groaned involuntarily, as if my body had a life of its own. Having Chad's cock in my ass was the most incredible sensation. I thrust back against him, syncing my rhythm as best I could. Chad responded in kind, pounding me harder and harder.

After a few minutes, Chad broke off our kiss, and he leaned up. As he did, I saw some of my cum had smeared on his shirt. That stain seemed perfectly becoming on him, and it turned me on even further than before. Chad seemed to feel the same way. He positioned my legs so my feet were pressed against his shoulders. Then he pistoned into me even harder.

"Cum for me," I said, "oh God...."

Chad's grunts got louder and louder, and they came closer and closer together. I knew he was nearing the point of no return. I tightened my sphincter as hard as I could, then worked my torso so my ass was milking his cock.

"I love you baby," I said as I looked in his eyes. "I love you so much...."

Chad seemed about to respond, but then his body shuddered. I felt his dick twitch inside me, and a moment later I felt his juices filling me up. Fuck, I never got tired of that! I grabbed his ass and forced him as deep into me as he could go. Then, when Chad eventually stopped shooting, he collapsed on top of me.

We were both silent at first, except for our heavy breathing. Chad swallowed hard, then kissed my neck. I just laid on the floor and played with his hair.

"Whew," he finally said. "Fuck, I needed that."

"Me too," I replied.

He shifted his body a little. "You know I love you too...."

"I do."

"And... I can't believe we only have a week together. Aw fuck, I wish it was more...."

"I know... but it's like you said. Hopefully we won't be apart for too long, if everything goes according to plan--"

"Yeah," he said, "but I'm still going to miss you."

I held Chad even tighter, and I opened my mouth without thinking. "If you really want to make the best of it...." Then my voice trailed off.

"Then what?"

I debated whether to finish my sentence. Then I figured I might as well. "Well," I said, "we could always make a sex tape or something."

"Say what?"

"I mean, think about it," I said. "I already have naked pictures of you... and you've got jackoff videos of me. We might as well take it to the next level. It can be something we watch when we're apart... well, if you want."

Chad blinked. He looked a little nervous, but at the same time, I could feel his dick get hard again inside me. "Woah," he said. "Are you serious?"

 

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It turns out making a good sex tape is harder than you'd think.

The first things we ran into were nerves. As soon as the thought sank in, I started getting cold feet. After all, I knew how much could go wrong, having been a victim of revenge porn before. At the same time, I trusted Chad in a way I'd never trusted anyone. We both knew so much about each other, from our bodies to our desires to everything else; so if there was anyone I'd ever do this with, it was him.

Part of me was just plain self-conscious. I'd obviously been naked on camera before, but never like this. And I'd never liked hearing recordings of my voice, which had always sounded weird and unnatural to me. I could only imagine how off-putting it would be to see myself making faces while gasping and groaning and whatnot.

Chad was nervous too, for apparently the same reason. I told him he had nothing to worry about, since I knew what he was like during sex, which was really fucking hot. He insisted the feeling was mutual, so we both took a deep breath and decided to go ahead with this. We promised each other we'd keep the video totally private, so no one would see it but us.

The next question was exactly how to do it. We'd obviously seen our share of amateur porn, so we knew most of it was crap. We didn't want our sex tape to be some unflattering blurry image. We wanted it to be as sexy as we could make it, especially since we both planned to jack off to it when we were apart.

We wanted inspiration, so we spent the whole next night watching porn. Some of it was stuff we already knew, like the Flynn Taylor videos that Chad had always loved. But we wanted to broaden our horizons, so we also watched plenty of new stuff. We took notes the whole time, which felt weird at first, but it ultimately paid off.

I noticed Chad liked videos where the guys' whole bodies were in frame. He got especially turned on by certain porn stars-- basically guys who were his type-- and he liked seeing them mix up their positions. His favorite positions were the same ones he liked in real life, like the deep stick and the reverse cowboy, and he especially loved watching flip fucks.

As for me, I was most turned on by hot bottoms. I liked watching their expressions while they got drilled. Dirty talk got me particularly hard, especially when it sounded like Chad's. I loved the money shots most of all; to me, there was nothing hotter than watching a guy cum and imagining how his orgasm must feel.

By the end of that night, Chad and I were dying to have sex. Ironically, we didn't even think to set up any cameras. We were too caught up in the moment. After all those hours of porn, our hormones were raging, and our dicks were both begging for a release.

"See what you do to me?" Chad asked while we were making out.

I put my hand on Chad's crotch, which was as hard as concrete. A spot of pre-cum had already leaked through his pants. "Mm," I mumbled between kisses. "Don't pretend you don't like it."

"I never said I didn't."

I undid his fly and slid my hand inside. I gripped his engorged cock and gave it a tug.

"Careful," he said. "You don't want me to cum yet, do you?"

I didn't answer. I broke off our kiss, grabbed his pants and underwear, and pulled them off. Then I flipped him over so I had access to his butt. Without another word, I stuck my face in his crack, and I started eating him out.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. I felt his boyhole contract against my tongue. Then, a second later, his sphincter relaxed.

Chad's scent was stronger than usual, since we'd spent that day out and about, yet I wasn't about to complain. I licked his skin and savored his salty sweat. Fuck, I couldn't get enough of that ass.

Suddenly Chad's body tensed up. "Stop," he said, and he tried to push my head away.

"What?"

"Just stop."

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"I fucking love it," he said, "but trust me." Then, before either of us could say anything else, a massive fart came thundering out of his ass.

"Holy shit!" I yelled as I tried to wave away the smell. "That's so fucking gross!"

"I warned you!"

"You didn't warn me you were about to fart."

"I didn't want to put it like that," he said. "It's not exactly a turn-on."

"Not exactly a turn on?" I said. "You know what's worse? Blasting fucking mustard gas in my face!"

"Sorry...."

I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Then Chad cracked a smile, and he started laughing too. "Asshole!" I said as I gave his butt a good slap.

"You love this asshole," he said as he pulled his cheeks apart. "Just admit it."

"Well yeah, you could say that."

"Okay good--"

"I just don't like when it throws unpleasant surprises at me. So you know, if that happens when we're filming, we'll need to do a take two."

"That's fine by me," he said. "We can do as many takes as you want." With that, he spread his legs and stuck his ass back in my face.

By that point the smell was pretty much gone, so I couldn't say no to his offer. I ravaged Chad's ass, first with my mouth, then with my cock. It was a good thing Seth wasn't home, because we were fucking loud, and we couldn't help it. We romped all over the bed, and we gave each other the workout of a lifetime.

We finally collapsed on the sheets when we were both out of breath and wet with cum. "Fuck, that was incredible," Chad said. "I don't know how we'll capture that awesomeness on film...."

"Well," I said, "I guess that's the challenge."

"I mean, I don't want to be the one who fucks it up...."

"You won't be," I said. "As far as I'm concerned... you're the star of the show."

Chad snorted. "The shit that comes out of your mouth--"

"I mean it."

"Uh-huh." He ran a hand through my hair. "If you're going to put it that way... I guess that makes you my star too." And he gave me a long, deep, toe-curling kiss.

We didn't get back out of bed till morning, and when we did, we found a bunch of alerts on our phones. Apparently our fraternity brothers were having quite the time in Cancun. Their Twitter and Instagram feeds kept showing them getting drunk and laid and who-knows-what-else.

I couldn't help noticing how many pictures included random shirtless boys. I wasn't necessarily surprised, knowing how many of the Kap Eps were gay. But I did find myself wishing Chad and I could've joined in the fun. I thought back to a few months before, when he and I had hooked up with that couple on the beach. I could only imagine how much of that was going on right then. At the same time, I was glad I was spending my Spring Break where I was. I told myself I could still look forward to Rush Week, which was not far off-- and if all went well, hopefully Chad could join us then too.

I could tell Chad was thinking along the same lines. When we visited his dad in the hospital that day, he peppered Dr. Batra with questions. He made clear he wanted his old man transferred to L.A. as soon as they could manage. At one point he called his aunt and put her on speaker so they could discuss as a group.

He tried to include his father in the meetings, but it was hard to gauge how much the guy understood. Captain Collins seemed lucid at times, but he didn't say much, and it was easy for him to get confused. In fact, we couldn't tell if he remembered who I was, so Chad made sure to remind him. I'd hoped the old man would warm up to me, at least over time, but he kept acting really gruff. I couldn't tell if that was just his personality, or if it had to do with his injury, or if he just didn't like me-- or if he still took issue with his son being gay.

I was waiting for a private moment so I could talk to Chad. But then my phone rang, and I saw it was my mom. "Hey," I said as I stepped out of the room.

"Hi honey," she said. "How's your trip going?"

I closed the door behind me. I didn't want to talk about that in detail, least of all in front of Chad's dad. "It's good," was all I ended up saying.

"Listen," she said, "I'm working on our plans for Amy's graduation. Will Chad be coming with you?"

Shit, I thought. To be honest, I'd never thought to invite Chad to my family events. It kind of felt like my worlds were colliding, and I wasn't sure what to think about that. "I-I don't know...."

"I can book a room for you boys," she said. "I'm assuming you'd would want to share a bed."

"Aw jeez Mom--"

"What? Are you saying you wouldn't?"

"I mean...."

"I've been reading up on this."

"What are you talking about? Reading up on what?"

"Well, there's this one gay writer in particular-- what's his name? Savage. He talks about sex-positivity, which I'd never heard of before, but apparently it's a thing--"

"Oh God--"

"And I'm also watching lots of Ellen."

"Mom!"

"What? You made it sound like I didn't understand. So I'm trying to fix that."

I gritted my teeth. As usual, she always seemed to know just how to exasperate me. "Never mind...."

"Is there something I should be doing differently?"

"How awkward are you trying to make this?"

"I'm just asking."

I closed my eyes and sighed. "I don't know what to tell you. I-I guess if you want to make a reservation, go ahead."

"All right," she said. "I want you to know, Scott... I really hope Chad does come. I've been wanting to meet him. For real this time, not just over Skype."

"Okay fine. I'll see what I can do." Even as I said it, I looked back at the closed door behind me. I couldn't help noticing the contrast. After all, Chad's dad had seemed to want nothing to do with us, even before he'd been hurt. Yet my mom was so supportive, she was driving me nuts. I figured I should count my blessings with her, though I'd never say that out loud.

I talked to Chad about it at lunch. I was definitely nervous at the thought of him with my family. Part of me thought I shouldn't feel that way, considering how I'd stayed with his mom and his brother, and now I was spending time with his dad. Then again, a big family event seemed like a whole new level of commitment. There was no telling how many of my relatives he'd meet, or what the others might say behind our backs. Not to mention that my folks were nowhere near as wealthy as his; our house didn't overlook the California coast, nor did we hang out at black tie dinners and such. I was worried he'd think we were Midwestern hicks.

"I mean," I said, "it's up to you if you want to go. It's basically in the middle of nowhere-- Dartmouth I mean-- so you'd basically be stuck there with us."

Chad sighed. "Listen. Right now I'd rather be anywhere but here. So yeah, getting away from it all sounds really fucking nice. I just, well, first I need to get Dad to that rehab facility. Which I really hope to God happens soon."

"You know... whatever you need me to do for you, all you've got to do is tell me."

"What?"

"I know how much stress you're under. And I know you don't like to let it show. But I want to help you, and I can take stuff off your hands. Whether that means running errands or talking to someone or figuring shit out... I'll do it."

Chad shook his head. "I'm okay. Like I said, the main thing I need is an escape." I saw a subtle twinkle in his eyes. "Like the little opus we're making."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Hell yes," he said. "I told you, our adventures have helped keep me going. So yeah, that shit is just what the doctor ordered."

I couldn't argue with that. It made me that much more determined to make the best sex tape I humanly could.

I wanted this video to be downright epic, so I scoured the Internet for advice. I found a bunch of sites devoted to the subject. Each had its own take on things, but they did keep bringing up a lot of the same themes.

Almost all of them said to keep an eye on the lighting. Professional photographers apparently used something called a three-point setup, which was supposed to make people look especially good. Chad and I couldn't use professional lights of course, but the bedroom did have floor lamps with dimmer switches. We spent a few hours experimenting with those. Chad basically acted as a stand-in: he laid on the bed while I moved the lights around and tried to gauge what looked best. Eventually we found an arrangement that seemed to work, which gave us the same soft lighting you see in actual porn.

The websites also said to plan the camerawork in advance. We were tempted to use a single handheld camera, and just film ourselves in the heat of the moment. But we didn't want it to look too amateurish, and we wanted to be able to edit the footage if needed. Again, we couldn't bring in professional equipment, so we just worked with what we had handy. We opted to set up three cameras: my iPad would film a master shot of both of us together, while my phone would focus on Chad, and his phone would focus on me.

We also had to make sure we'd have plenty of privacy. As much as Seth liked to work late, we knew we couldn't leave anything to chance. So we tried to ask him about his schedule as subtly as we could.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry," he said. "I know I haven't been around that much--"

"It's okay," Chad said. "I-I mean I know you're busy and all--"

"This week is pretty crazy. I've got back-to-back meetings for days. Friday I'm going to a fundraiser in Alexandria, and it won't get out till late, so I'm going to spend the night with Claire. But I'll make time Saturday, I promise."

I licked my lips. Claire was Seth's fiancee, and she lived in Rosslyn, which was at least a half hour's drive away. I made a mental note that Friday seemed pretty safe.

"I'll see if Claire can join us."

"What?" Chad asked. "Oh... you mean Saturday?"

"Well yeah," Seth replied. "I know she'd love to see you. Especially while Scott's still in town."

"If she wants," I replied. I hated being reminded that I had so little time left with Chad. But I tried to keep the best pokerface I could. The last thing I needed was for Seth to discover our plan.

While we waited for Friday to roll around, we debated the most important question of all, which was what we'd be doing on camera. This was where our porn-watching came in particularly handy. Neither of us liked those old-school videos with the famously shitty acting, where someone would seduce a plumber or a pizza-delivery guy or whatever. We liked the videos where the porn stars just sat down, chatted for a few minutes-- often with the cameraman-- then got down to business. We wanted to do something along those lines, except we thought the chatting could be awkward, and we obviously didn't have a cameraman to talk to.

We decided to start the video with us fully clothed. Then we planned to start making out, and we'd let one thing lead to another from there. Chad wanted to bottom first, which I wasn't opposed to. Then we'd most likely flip fuck, and we'd keep going till we'd both gotten each other off.

It sounded simple enough, but it wasn't. We had to choreograph it in enough detail that we'd know what to expect, and we'd need to make sure the cameras were always in position. At the same time, we obviously wanted to keep things sexy, so we had to leave room for improvisation-- if that was the right word-- and keep our lovemaking as passionate as we could. Of course, there was no telling how it would work till we actually gave it a shot.

We ended up abstaining from sex for two nights. We still kissed and snuggled and stuff; we just didn't fuck or jack off. We wanted to save up our juices for when it really counted.

By the end of the second night, we were both really horny. I kept tossing and turning, trying to ignore my raging erection. The anticipation was killing me: I seemed to go back and forth between feeling excited versus anxious versus eager versus itchy. Or some unholy combination.

One thing was for sure though: I did like the experience of working with Chad. This was the first time we'd done anything creative together, so it made for an interesting dynamic. In some ways our tastes lined up perfectly, but in others they were totally different. There were times when it had taken some doing to get on the same page, and sometimes we hadn't ended up where we'd planned. But we'd gradually learned how to throw ideas at each other, talk them through, and ultimately figure shit out. I actually wanted to explore that side of our relationship some more, once we'd finished what we were doing.

I rolled over in bed and looked at Chad. I'd expected him to be as restless as I was, but somehow he'd managed to doze off. I watched him sleep, and I couldn't help noticing how peaceful he looked. I put my hand on his cheek, and I gave his forehead a soft kiss. Then I laid back, and I did my best to relax.

 

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The next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing sun. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was Friday-- which meant it was finally showtime.

The first thing we did, long before the cameras were rolling, was to douche. We'd heard conflicting stories as to whether enemas were a good idea, but after having experienced Chad's fart, we wanted to err on the side of caution. We definitely didn't want messes or other technical difficulties. We'd bought one of those plastic bulbs that you can use to clean your ears. The bulb wasn't huge, but under the circumstances, we figured it would work.

I went first: I made myself comfortable and sat down on the toilet. Then I reached over to the sink, filled the bulb with water, brought it to my ass, and squirted the water up my butt.

I had to clench my hole to make sure no water dripped out. My nether regions tingled, which was a pretty weird sensation. I swiveled my hips to make the water slosh around inside me. Finally I sat back on the toilet, and I relaxed my sphincter till a powerful stream poured out of my ass.

Once I'd emptied myself out, I flushed the toilet, then started the cycle all over again. I kept rinsing my innards till the water came out clear. Then I wiped myself-- just to be safe-- and I got in the shower.

I heard Chad open the bathroom door. I peeked through the curtain and watched him sit down. Then he did the same thing I'd just done: he filled up the bulb, stuck the tip inside him, and squirted.

Chad looked up. "You like watching me clean my own ass?"

"Always," I said. "But I reserve the right to inspect that ass myself. You know... for quality assurance."

"Uh-huh."

"Plus it's been a while since I've seen you stick something up there."

"You mean besides your cock?"

"That doesn't count."

"Unfortunately our toys are all back at your apartment."

"Well," I said, "if this goes well, maybe we'll need to do a sequel. Toys and all."

"Maybe so." Then Chad released his bowels, and the water gushed into the toilet.

I loved how we seemed to have no boundaries left. It didn't seem the slightest bit weird to see Chad sitting on the pot, buck naked, while I showered just a few feet away. Then again, this was in some ways nothing new. After all, I'd seen Chad naked long before we'd officially met.

When I got out of the shower, I did feel usually clean, both inside and out. But I couldn't wait to get dirtied up again. I was tempted to just keep my clothes off, head over to the bed, and wait for Chad to join me. But all the websites said to focus on what would be hot onscreen, even if it felt awkward in real life-- and we'd both agreed to shed our clothes on camera. So I got dressed in spite of myself, and I checked to make sure I had everything ready.

A minute later, Chad got out of the shower, toweled himself off, and donned his costume of sorts. It was his old Kobe jersey and a pair of nice jeans. He looked like the ultimate horny jock-- which of course was not far from the truth.

"Okay," I said. "Are you ready for this?"

Chad took a deep breath. "Let's get this party started," he said. I could tell he was trying to hide his jitters. And if I was being honest with myself, I basically felt the same way.

Chad sat down on the bed while I stepped behind the cameras. I had to hit record separately on each one, though it just took a few seconds. "All right then," I said. "I guess that means action."

"C'mere," Chad said as he motioned me over.

I followed his orders, stepped up to him, and gave him a kiss. Chad wrapped his arms around me, and we started making out. It kind of felt like we were being watched, but I forced myself not to think about that. I pretended this was like any other makeout session, where we could ignore the rest of the world and just let our urges take over.

Chad fell back against the mattress, and he pulled me along with him. As he did, he grappled with my fly, till he managed to undo my button. Then he yanked down my zipper and slid his hand inside. "I want your cock so bad," he gasped.

"Hell yeah," I said without thinking.

"I mean it," he said. "You're gonna need to pound me so hard...."

I'd almost forgotten how hot his dirty talk could be. As far as I was concerned, Chad could put professional porn stars to shame. "Are you sure you can take it?"

"Hell yeah. I'm so fucking horny right now...." He slid his hand down my shaft. "I'm dying to get that inside me...."

"Maybe I should make you wait. You know, just for fun...."

"You fucking tease!"

"That's the idea," I said as I nibbled on his earlobe. I ran my hand up his abs, and I pulled his shirt up till his whole midriff was exposed. Then I crouched down and kissed his treasure trail. I flicked my tongue against his skin-- doing it just the way he liked it-- till I got to his bellybutton and ran circles around it.

Chad let out a sigh, and he rolled his head from side to side. I was almost afraid he'd look at the cameras, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed his jersey and pulled it over his head.

"There we go," I said. I kept kissing his torso as I made my way up. I put my hands on his pecs and massaged them, gently at first, then gradually deeper and deeper. His nipples were both hard as a rock, and I relished the way they rubbed against my palms.

"Are you gonna make me beg?"

"Sh," I whispered. I kissed the underside of his chin, then made my way to his lips and started sucking away.

Chad clutched my body as we made out. His boner pressed against my thigh, and it was throbbing just as hard as I'd expected. A rush of hormones surged through me; I probably wanted that cock as badly as Chad wanted mine.

I kept on kissing him for a minute, but then I stopped fighting my desires. I grabbed his pants, yanked them off, and went down on his dick.

"Oh shit," he said. "Fuck, that feels so good...."

I made sure to angle my head so that it didn't block the view. I wanted the cameras to get a clear shot of Chad's shaft sliding in and out of my mouth. I spread his legs wider, then cupped his balls with one hand while I played with his taint with the other.

"Fuck yeah baby... keep working that cock...."

I did as I was ordered, and I sucked him as hard as I humanly could. He kept swiveling his hips, and at one point he thrust his dick so hard that he almost made me gag. But I forced myself not to flinch; I didn't want that to show up on film. I just wanted the cameras to see how much I loved that fucking cock.

Chad reached down and put his hands on my head. Sure enough, he positioned them so my face was still in view, and so was his package. He did it so naturally that you would've thought he'd been making sex tapes for years.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, and the next thing I knew, he was pulling my shirt off. I took my mouth off his dick as he yanked my shirt over my head. Then he threw it aside, and he let me go back to sucking cock.

"My hole is so ready to get fucked," he said. "I don't know how much longer I can wait...."

I didn't answer at first. I was totally focused on giving the best performance I could.

"Make me your bitch," he said. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

I bobbed my head a few more times, then let his dick pop out of my mouth. "I never knew you'd be so demanding."

"Dude... you know I've been waiting days to get fucked. I can't tell you how bad I need it right now."

I tried to gauge if he was saying it for real, or if he was saying it for show. But in a way, it didn't matter. He was obviously randy as hell, and so was I.

Chad pulled down my pants, and I took off my socks, so we were both fully naked. He reached down to my cock, and he gave it a loving caress. "You have no idea how much I'm gonna love getting fucked with this dick...."

"Oh, I've got an idea. I think you've made it pretty clear."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

I licked my lips and got up. I stepped over to the dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out the lube. I wasn't sure if I'd keep this part in the film; after all, a lot of porn cut this stuff out. I looked back over at Chad, and I couldn't help noticing the hunger and eagerness in his eyes.

"C'mere," he said.

I walked back over to him. My hardon stuck straight out like an arrow. Chad raised his legs and offered up his pucker. I dabbed the lube on his hole, and as I did, I felt his flesh respond.

"Yeah baby... let me have it good...."

I put the lube bottle outside of camera range. Then I got into position, but I couldn't help but tease him some more. I slapped my dick against his mancunt. Then I gave his sphincter a few jabs, but I didn't go in all the way.

"Fuck me please. I'm begging you."

I was tempted to just ram it in and pound away. But I wanted this video to be more than just a fuck. I wanted it to show how Chad and I made love. I wanted to capture all those feelings, physical sensations, and everything else. I knew I wasn't an expert at this, but dammit, I was going to give it my all.

I slowly eased my rod inside him. As I did, Chad threw his head back, his mouth fell open, and his hands gripped the sheets. I almost wanted to pause and mark the milestone we'd just passed: our cameras had captured us having gay sex, even if just for a second. It felt like we were starting a trip from which there was no turning back.

I kept pressing into Chad till my manberries pressed against his crack. I stared into his eyes, and he stared right back. "Yeah baby," I said. "I love you so much." Then I went in for a kiss.

The kiss was so intense that Chad could barely respond. He just let out a mumble: "I fucking love you too...."

I started thrusting inside him, with my lips still locked against his. Holy fuck, I loved making out with this man. I could feel his whole body respond, from his sphincter to his arms to his tongue. His breathing was in perfect sync with mine. We seemed to be made for each other-- which was an expression I'd never fully understood before.

Chad broke off the kiss and swallowed hard. He pulled his legs up as far as they would go, till his knees were pressed against his shoulders. "Fuck me faster," he said. "As deep as you can."

I leaned up and started pistoning away. His hole felt so tight, and it made me feel so good, I worried I'd get off too soon. I knew cumming wouldn't be the worst thing in the world: we could always go for extra rounds and edit the footage together. But I didn't want to throw off our groove, so I held off the best way I knew how, by doing math in my head.

"Just like that," Chad was saying, "except harder. Fucking wreck my ass."

I slammed my dick into him with full force, then pulled almost all the way out, then slammed right back in. I was tempted to reach down and jack him off, but I knew he wasn't ready to cum yet either. My ballsack was swinging around underneath me, and I could feel and hear it slapping against Chad's skin.

We kept fucking like that for a minute or two, till I realized we were out of position. I'd been pounding him so hard that our bodies had moved too far to the side. We were still on camera, but at least one of the angles was off.

I was going to say something to Chad, but it turned out I didn't need to. He seemed to read my mind: he pulled me down for another kiss, then rolled our bodies over till I was lying on my back. I shifted my position a little, and as I did, Chad turned his back to me. At first I didn't know what he was doing, but then I realized he was going for a reverse cowboy.

Chad squatted over my lap for a second. Then he reached down and guided my cock toward his ass. He sat down slowly, taking me in inch by inch, till he was sitting on my pubes.

"Oh yeah," I said. "Work that fucking ass...."

"You like that?"

"God yes!"

Chad didn't answer, at least not verbally. He just bounced up and down on my cock. From where I was lying, all I could see was his back and his ass. But I knew the cameras had a clear view, and that was all that mattered. I could only imagine the look on Chad's face as he rode me-- or, for that matter, the way his hard cock must be flopping around with each thrust. I couldn't wait to see that footage and see if it held up to my imagination.

I laid flat on the bad and relished Chad's performance. He had gotten to be fucking expert at taking my dick. I could feel his anal muscles squeezing my shaft, then relaxing, always in sync with the rest of his body.

"Yeah baby," he said. "I fucking love that thick cock. I don't ever want it out of my ass...."

"Fucking take it however you want it."

"Give me that sexy big dick... oh fuck yeah!"

I sat up partway, till we were in more of a lap dance position. I put my arms around him, and I kissed him on the shoulders. I still couldn't see much, but as far as I was concerned, I didn't need to. I did stay in character the whole time, since I knew my face was visible from at least some of the cameras.

"I'm getting close," he said. "I want to bust my nut with you."

"How do you want to do it?"

"I want you to cum in my ass."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... I need you breed my hole. I want to feel your fucking sperm inside me."

I wasn't about to argue with that. I wanted Chad to get off hands-free, so I re-positioned him into a pirate's bounty. He laid on his back with his right leg up and his foot resting on my shoulder. His left leg stayed down to give the cameras a clear view. Then I went back to pounding his ass.

Chad gasped when my dick hit his prostate. "Oh fuck yeah!"

I didn't say a word. I kept thrusting into him without missing a beat. My balls were boiling at this point, so I knew I couldn't go much longer.

"Yeah," he said, "let's cum together baby...."

"Blow it dude. All over yourself."

"You ready?"

"Hell yeah--"

"Then do it!"

Chad let out a couple more gasps, but then he lost control. "Oh yeah!" he screamed as his ass contracted, his back went rigid, and a rope of jizz shot across his chest.

I was spasming myself. The first wave of pleasure came rippling out of my loins, and then my orgasm overtook my whole body. I let out a scream of my own as I deposited my three-day load in his ass.

"Aw yeah," Chad said. By now his whole torso was streaked with cum. He gripped his cock and milked out the last few droplets.

"Woah," I said as I tried to catch my breath. "That felt so fucking good...."

"For you and me both."

I licked my lips. "Hang on babe... don't move."

"What?"

I pulled out of Chad's ass, reached over to my phone, and brought it up to his mancunt. I went in for a close-up just as a gob of cum came dribbling out. His sphincter was still twitching, and I managed to capture it for posterity. "Oh hell yeah...."

Chad's fingers came into frame. He scooped up some of my cum, then brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. Then he flashed me a grin. "You like that too?"

"You know the answer to that."

"Yeah well...." He angled his body so his jizz glistened in the light. It looked like half his body was sparkling. "I figured you'd want to document that too."

I couldn't think of a better way to end the scene, at least for that particular round. We knew we weren't done yet-- not by a long shot-- but it was a good time for a break.

I stopped recording on all three cameras, and I transferred the footage to my laptop. I did a quick scroll through the clips to see how they turned out. The first impressions were definitely good.

"It's official," I said. "You make for a helluva porn star."

"Me?" Chad asked. "What about you?"

I didn't really answer; I just gave him a kiss. I didn't want to admit it, but I was still self-conscious. Especially since my own bottoming scene was still to come.

We ended up filming a couple extra shots, mostly close-ups of my dick in Chad's ass. It felt strange filming that stuff out of sequence, and going at it for just a few seconds at a time. But we figured that was how real filmmakers did it. Plus we had nothing to lose; if those shots were no good, we could always leave them out.

After that, we went to get cleaned up. I decided to kill two birds with one stone, and I brought my phone into the bathroom. I wanted to record a little interlude of us making out in the shower.

Chad decided to take it a step further. "You know," he said, "we might as well film round two in here."

"You want to fuck in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, why not? We might as well mix things up."

I didn't disagree, but my first thought was that I'd need to redo our whole setup. I'd spent so much time setting up the bedroom, I didn't want to start over. Then I looked more closely, and I realized the bathroom had the same soft lighting we'd been using. It had some nice recessed lights in the ceiling, plus a line of vanity lights around the mirror. More importantly, it had a lot more cabinets and countertops where we could put cameras. We could even do an overhead shot.

Chad helped me map out the logistics. We decided we'd start in the shower, then fuck on the bathroom floor. We were tempted to do it on the bare tile, but it was cool and slippery, so we laid down a soft mat. Then we got the cameras into position, brought the lube within reach, and did a little fluffing. After that, at last, were ready to go.

"Here go the cameras," I said as I hit the record buttons. "And... action!"

 

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Chad turned on the shower. To get a clear shot, we'd had to leave the curtain open, so we'd angled the water to spray toward the wall. It was a little impractical, but it looked good on camera, so we figured it was just as well.

I stepped into the shower and put my arms around Chad, and we started making out. Our boners jousted together. My bare chest pressed against his, and our arms ran up and down each others' bodies. I could smell Chad's breath in the same way a perfumer might savor cologne. I could most definitely taste his palate, including residue of the cum he'd eaten before. As hard as I was, I found myself getting even harder and harder.

Chad took his lips off mine, and he started kissing down my neck. I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath. Little streams of water were pouring all over me. But there was no mistaking Chad's mouth as it tickled my chest on its way down my body. I knew where he was headed, and he didn't try to deny it.

"You're so fucking hot dude," he said as he got near my crotch. "Such a great pair of balls...."

I looked down. "You want to show me what you can do with them?"

"Uh-huh," he said as he shoved his face between my legs. He licked my taint, which sent a ripple of electricity coursing through my body. The shower spray was getting all over him, but he didn't miss a beat. He just snuggled my balls, then opened his mouth and let my sack hang inside. He looked like he was being teabagged, except here it was no joke. This man obviously loved those balls-- not to mention their contents-- with every fiber of his being.

I exhaled again as Chad played with my package. "Oh yeah baby," I said as I felt him lick my shaft. I was going to step out of the shower, but I stumbled on the rim of the tub. Chad kept me from falling, and he pinned me against the wall. I was still standing up, though he was crouched down, which seemed to be just the way he liked it.

Without a word, Chad reached up and turned off the water. Then he flicked his tongue against my cockhead, teasing it for as long as he could. After that, he gave my dick a nice yearning look before opening wide and devouring the while thing in one gulp.

Chad's nose slammed into my pubes. I felt him circle his tongue around my shaft. Then he tightened his lips around it, shook his head ever so slightly, and started sucking me in earnest.

"Fuck," I said, "that feels so good...."

Chad bobbed up and down a few times. Then he pulled back till only my tip was still in his mouth. He looked up at me for a second, and he traced my crown with the tip of his tongue. Then, once he was done with his tease, he plunged my cock back into his mouth.

"Oh baby," I gasped, "keep working that dick...."

Chad did as he was told. I felt him sucking me harder and harder, while he used his hands to massage my muscles. He caressed my butt, then slid a few fingers down my crack. I was dying for him to finger me-- fuck, I'd take any part of his anatomy inside me-- but he stopped just short.

The tease was almost too much for me to take. "Oh shit," was all I could say.

Chad angled his body just slightly, making sure the cameras had a nice view. That was my boy, I thought, always putting on a show. But he kept on servicing my cock like a master. My balls were already starting to heat up. It was a good thing I'd already gotten off that night, because otherwise I couldn't have lasted much longer.

"Aw fuck...."

Chad pulled my dick from his mouth. A little string of spit hung in the air for a second, then broke in two and snapped against his chin. "Mm," he said. "I want this fucking hole of yours so bad...."

"It's all yours," I said.

Chad growled like an animal. Then he grabbed my body and flipped me around so I was facing the wall. From the corner of my eye, I saw him reaching for the lube. The next thing I knew, I felt a cool but soothing liquid on my boyhole. A second later came the familiar feeling of his dick against my skin.

Chad pressed forward, and I felt his cock pop inside me. I wanted more, so I backed up my body and let that nice thick shaft invade me. Once again, I couldn't see much-- mostly just stone, since my eyes were just inches from the wall-- but it didn't seem to matter. My man was inside me, which was really all I wanted.

Chad gripped my hips and started pounding away. His baritone grunts and groans were music to my ears. His pubes kept smacking into my ass cheeks, which were still wet from before. I wasn't used to being fucked standing up, so I had to force myself to keep my balance.

I did take one of Chad's cues, which was to shift my body toward the cameras. I tried not to make it too obvious. But I hadn't forgotten we were performing for an audience, even if that audience was ourselves. I still had no idea how long we'd be apart, so for all I knew, we might be jacking off to this stuff for months. I wanted both of us to have plenty of material to work with.

Chad slowed down his thrusts, then paused for a second. "Here," he said as he guided me out of the shower. He had me get down on all fours, so my mancunt was up in the air. Finally he got in position behind me, and he split my ass open once again.

"O-oh fuck yeah," I said. Our bodies were moving so fast, my voice just came in short bursts. I had to resist my natural instincts to look at the cameras. Instead I looked down, where my cock was flailing around, and my ballsack was jiggling beneath it.

"You've got the hottest fucking ass," Chad said. "I could ravage this ass any day...."

"Nail it," I said. "I want you to fucking use my ass."

"Hell yeah," he said as he pounded me harder.

I felt him hit my prostate, and I let out a scream. But it wasn't a painful scream-- far from it. It was like one of those screams where you're so excited, you can't even put it into words. Yet somehow I still wanted more.

We fucked like that for another couple of minutes. At first I didn't know how soon I could cum again; but with each jab at my prostate, I found myself getting closer. I was tempted to just reach down and finish myself off. Still, I knew we needed a money shot, a grand finale of shorts, and I didn't want to ruin it.

Chad rammed me so hard that my butt jerked in one direction, his cock jerked in the other, and our bodies came apart. Before I could say anything, he plopped down by my side, and he positioned me against him. Now we were basically spooning, though his energy didn't let up. He guided his dick back inside me, and we went back to fucking.

"I want you to jerk yourself off," he said. "I want to watch you cum hard. And I want to feel your orgasm inside and out."

I flexed my hole and savored his stiff goodness inside me. I leaned over and kissed him for a few seconds. Then I brought my hand to my cock.

"Yeah baby," he said. "Show those cameras what you've got."

I started stroking my shaft while he fucked me. It was another one of those full-body experiences, and it got more and more intense the closer I got. Within a few seconds, my hand was flying up and down my cock. I wanted this orgasm just as badly as he did.

"C'mon baby," he said. "You can do it."

"Oh fuck!" was the last thing I said before my body seized up, and a thick white stream shot over me. I knew it must've hit Chad, but I didn't even look to see exactly where. I was so overcome with pleasure that it didn't seem to matter.

"Yeah... that's it...."

I let off a couple more spurts, and I felt my sphincter quiver against his manhood. Finally I stopped jerking, and I paused to catch my breath.

Chad leaned up to kiss me. As he did, I saw my jizz had hit him in the forehead. A lot of it had gotten in his hair. "Mm," he said. "You want me to return the favor?"

"Like how?"

"I was thinking maybe a mouthful of cum...."

"Do it," I said without missing a beat.

Chad pulled out of my ass, then got in a kneeling position. He started pounding his pud with one hand, while he toyed with his nipples with the other. "Oh yeah," he gasped. "Fuck...."

I tried to help him out by fingering his hole a little more. I looked right into his eyes as I did it, because I wanted to see his response.

"Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit!" he yelled, and before I could react, he shot right in my eyes. I felt a few more spurts hit me in my cheek, my neck, and my forehead. I heard a couple wet slaps as he kept working his cum-covered cock. Then he let out a loud groan as his orgasm ended.

I just laid there for a second. Then I wiped my eyes, and I saw he was filming a close-up of me.

"Yeah," he said, "I think I can jack off to that."

I just laughed. Without even seeing the footage, I knew we had something good. This had been one hell of a project, and I couldn't wait to partner with Chad some more-- whether it involved something naughty or not. "Well," I finally said, "hopefully that can tide us over till you're back in my bed." Then I smiled, and I gave him a cummy wet kiss.

 

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Our sex tape was surprisingly easy to edit. We had plenty of usable footage, so we mostly just had to decide which angles we liked best. We even cheated a little: we showed some of the same moments from different points of view, which made it look like we'd fucked longer than we actually had. I'd seen that technique used in professional porn, especially for cumshots, and my first instinct was to pooh-pooh it. But after trying it out myself, I found it did make the video hotter.

By that point, it almost seemed normal to watch myself having sex. It was kind of an out-of-body experience, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was like that time Chad and I had fucked at the gym, surrounded by mirrors, so we'd seen our own bodies in much the same way. The difference was that our gym sex was fleeting, so once it was over, the only place to replay it was in our minds. Whereas our sex tape had captured it all for posterity, so we could relive the fun wherever and whenever we wanted.

My favorite part was Chad's orgasm-- the first one I mean-- when I was fucking his ass and he busted all over himself. I must've watched that clip dozens of times. The audio was kind of crappy, but the image was still incredibly hot. I kept pretending I needed to fine-tune the edit, but the truth was, I just wanted to re-play that moment over and over. It got me so fucking hard. I kept remembering how Chad's body had felt when he spasmed, especially the way his hole had squeezed my dick and sent me over the edge--

"Hey guys," Seth said as he walked in the door.

I slammed my laptop shut as fast as I could. I'd expected him to knock, but then again, we were guests at his house. "H-hi," was all I could say.

Seth seemed to notice something was up. "I hope I wasn't interrupting you two--"

"Oh no, you're fine--"

"Scott, I just wanted to tell you, I can give you a ride to the airport tomorrow."

I felt my boner shrink a little. My week with Chad had been such an experience, in more ways than one, and I would've done anything to make it last longer. I especially hated not knowing when we'd see each other again. But I tried not to let on, at least in front of Seth. "Thanks man," I said. "You don't have to do that."

"It's no problem," he said. Then he pointed at one of the floor lamps, which we'd moved across the room. "Was that in your way?"

"Oh sorry," Chad said. "We meant to put it back. I mean, it was just really bright--"

"No worries, you can put it wherever you want. But if you want it less bright, you know it has a dimmer switch?"

"Oh really?" Chad asked. His acting skills were impressive: if I hadn't known better, I wouldn't have guessed he was playing dumb.

"Here, let me show you." Seth walked up to the lamp, turned it on, and adjusted it. He didn't seem to realize that Chad and I had done the same thing when we lit our little set.

"No shit," Chad said without a hint of irony. "I wish I'd known that before."

"Most of the other lamps have them too. So you can set them up however you want."

I didn't say a word. I could only hope Seth was really as clueless as he seemed. He presumably knew Chad and I were fucking, considering we were sharing a bed. But I didn't want him to find out any more than that, and I felt like we couldn't be too careful. I couldn't imagine having to explain why we'd made porn in his house. Not to mention how we'd defiled both his guest room and bathroom.

Seth just kept chatting away, and he invited us to hang out with him and Claire. I was tempted to say no, but I felt like I couldn't. After all, Seth had been a good host, so the least we could do was be sociable. And his intentions were good, since he clearly wanted me to enjoy my last night in town. He just didn't seem to realize I'd rather just spend it with Chad.

We ended up driving out to a park together. We checked out an old historic tavern, then strolled along a canal. We were basically on a double date, but it felt a little weird. Seth and Claire were your classic straight couple: he kept opening doors for her, while she lectured him on his manners, and they usually held hands as they walked. Chad and I had a totally different dynamic. We didn't have any real gender roles to follow, so we acted more like best friends, which in a way we were. I couldn't tell if this was just our nature-- considering we were both dudes-- or if we were subconsciously still afraid of acting gay in public, even now that we knew how accepting the city was.

We ended up by Great Falls, where the Potomac flowed over some really jagged rocks. The river was swollen from spring rains, so the falls were basically an angry brown torrent. It was a pretty impressive sight, especially from up close. Chad and I both leaned against the railing as we took in the scene.

I suddenly felt Chad's hand bump against mine. I looked down for a moment. I couldn't tell if he was purposely trying to hold my hand-- which he'd done before, albeit not very often-- or if it was just a meaningless gesture. Then I decided it didn't really matter. I tentatively slid my fingers over his. Chad didn't react at first, but then he wrapped his fingers around mine. The next thing I knew, he'd tightened his grip so hard that I couldn't have let go if I'd wanted to.

Something flashed nearby, we both flinched, and we saw Claire taking our picture. "Awww... that's so cute!"

Chad frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Cute?"

"Don't be embarrassed. I mean it in a good way." Claire stepped over to us and showed us the picture.

"What the hell," Seth said. At first he seemed to be talking about us, but then I saw he was on the phone himself.

Claire looked over and shook her head. "You see what I deal with?" she asked.

Seth waved at her, but beyond that, he didn't seem to listen. "Okay, I gotta go," he said to his caller. "Let's talk in the morning... yeah okay. Thanks, you too." Then he hung up and stuck his phone in his pocket.

"Seth--"

"I'm sorry. It's just the field office again. It's been so hard to keep that place staffed--"

"I told you, you need to be able to step away from work. This is a perfect example."

"I know, but still." He nodded to me and Chad. "If you guys know anyone qualified--"

"Seth!"

"I'm just saying."

Claire rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible...."

I just bit my lip. I thought of our visit to Seth's office a few days before. I couldn't help thinking Chad would fit right in working there. After all, this civic stuff was right up his alley. Plus, since Chad lived in their district, his house couldn't be far from their field office. It also wasn't too far from L.A., where his dad was supposed to be transferred. The possibilities seemed awfully enticing.

Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He looked out at the water, and I could see the churning waves and eddies reflected in his eyes. To an untrained eye, he would've looked like he was just enjoying the view; but I knew better.

I waited to say something till after dinner, when we were back at Seth's place, and we had some time alone. "You know," I said, "I know a lot of things are up in the air right now... at least till your dad's out of the hospital. But you know I haven't made plans for summer. So wherever you end up... I want to be there with you."

Chad nodded. He seemed to have already given it some thought. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well for example... you remember when you said we should spend the summer together?"

"That feels like such a long time ago."

"But you said yourself, I could probably get a job at Thaxter's. And I bet Seth could get you an internship if you wanted. Or you could go somewhere else-- you could even stay here in D.C.-- and I can wait tables anywhere."

"I'll be damned if I'm staying here--"

"I'm just saying, you can do what you want. Remember that spiel I gave you? About putting your own life first for a change?"

Chad pursed his lips, looked in my eyes, and sighed.

"Anyway, the point is, whatever you end up deciding... I'll be there for you."

"Fuck," he said. "Babe, you know you're something else."

"Well, I try...."

"I-I mean it does sound really nice. It's just...."

I felt a pang of anxiety. "Just what?"

"If there's one thing I've learned though all this... I guess John Lennon was right. Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."

"I guess that's one way to put it."

"Although it hasn't always been a bad thing...." He put his hand on my chest. "I never thought I'd fall so hard for a dude. At least not like this."

I didn't say anything. I basically knew the feeling; if anything, I might've felt it more strongly than he had. After all, I hadn't started eyeing guys till freshman year of college, though he'd apparently started years before.

"I mean... even after I realized I wanted dick, I just thought it'd get me off. I definitely never expected...." But he didn't finish his sentence.

I moved forward and kissed him. Chad let out a gasp and wrapped his arms around me. I tasted his tongue against mine, which only made me want him that much more. My hands slid down his torso till they got to his hips. My whole body was tingling, especially in my pants.

We kept making for a minute or two, till Chad broke it off. "Fuck," he said. "I don't know how I'll make it without that shit... I mean I guess I don't have a choice...."

"It'll be okay."

"I'm not so sure... I'll have some really lonely nights."

"I'll just be a phone call away," I said. "Or Skype. Or whatever."

"It's not the same." He paused for a moment, then moved forward and kissed me again. He clutched me even tighter than before. His beard pressed against my skin, and his warm breath blew against my cheeks.

The next few minutes were a blur, as we twisted our bodies around one another. I felt like a prisoner on a conjugal visit: I was dying to make the best of the time we had left.

We ended up lying on the bed, side by side, with our clothes and hair disheveled. My dick was straining against my pants, and I could tell Chad's was too. I looked in his eyes and brushed a strand from his forehead.

"I love you so much," I said. "I never thought I'd feel this either."

"So you're saying Brokeback got us good?"

"If you want to put it that way." I stroked his facial hair. "Just don't do what they did in the movie and shack up with some local girl--"

"Ha!" He snorted. "You know I'd never do that."

"I'm kidding."

"I couldn't hook up with anyone else if I wanted to. I mean, now that I know what I'd be missing... I can't imagine being with a girl anymore. I probably couldn't even get it up for her."

"Well you're in luck," I said, "because you don't have to." I put my hand on his crotch, which was still as stiff as a board.

"Fuck," he gasped as he laid flat against the bed. He let me fondle him for a minute; then he reached for my pants. I could practically see his mouth water as he undid my fly, pulled out my cock, and started stroking away.

"Oh yeah...."

Chad got up from the bed, pulled my pants down the rest of the way, and went down on my dick. I felt his tongue run in circles, first around my cockhead, then around the rest of my shaft. His head bobbed up and down, and he started picking up speed. Pleasure radiated through my body.

"Aw baby...." I pulled up my shirt so my chest was bare. I wanted to pull the shirt completely off, but I couldn't muster up the energy; and I didn't want to throw Chad off his game. I just sighed, arched my back, and enjoyed the ride.

By now Chad was slurping away. He was sucking me so hard and fast that he could barely stay in control. He threw his whole body into it, flexing and extending his back, swinging his hips around, and even adjusting his feet. He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as I was. He was a hundred percent focused on my cock, if not more.

I wanted to reach for his dick-- or his ass-- but in that position I couldn't. All I could do was writhe on the bed and signal how much I loved it. I let out a few moans, and I tried to move my body in sync with his. Then, slowly but surely, I felt myself getting close. "I don't want to cum yet," I said.

Chad took his mouth off my cock. He yanked his pants down, stripped off his shirt, and threw all his clothes aside. Then he climbed on top of me and gave me another kiss. Finally he pulled my shirt over my head, so we were both completely naked. Finally he sat back so my dick lay right in his crack.

"So," I said, "is that your way of saying you want me to fuck you?"

"Let me put it this way," he said. "When I'm alone... at least I'll be able to service my own cock. Not as well as you would, but I can do it. My ass, on the other hand... not so much."

"You know I can always ship you some of our sex toys--"

"No," he said. "I want you to use them on yourself. You deserve it."

"And you don't?"

"Well... if you keep that stuff at your place, that'll give me one more thing to look forward to. Not that I need more motivation."

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and I pulled his face toward me. "If you say so," I replied, and I gave him another long, deep, sensual kiss.

Chad made out with me for a minute, but I could tell he was itching for more. He kept adjusting his lower body, and each time he did, his boyhole got closer and closer to my cockhead. Finally they made contact, and he gyrated his body a little, apparently savoring the sensation.

I reached for the lube and put some on my fingers. Chad lifted his body a few inches so I could grease up my cock. Then I reached behind him, spread his butt cheeks apart, and dabbed some lube on his pucker.

"Fuck yeah," he said as he got back in position. He pressed his ass against my cock, and for a second he teased both of our bodies. Then he eased his way back, my dick popped inside him, and he took me all the way up his mancunt.

"Oh shit," I said as I started my thrusts. His chute was so fucking tight, and it felt so good, like it was made for my cock. No matter how many times I'd experienced it, I just couldn't get over how sexy it was.

"God I love that dick," he said as he bounced up and down. "It feels so fucking good...."

"Keep riding it. Fucking work that cock...."

"Yeah," he said. "Oh fuck, I love when you're inside me...."

Chad's dirty talk turned me on so much that I had to force myself not to cum. I told myself we were making love, not just fucking. I was totally focused on making him feel good; my own pleasure was an afterthought. I kept sliding my body into his, letting him take my cock as far as it would go. His dick was swinging back and forth, almost uncontrollably, and I was tempted to grab it but I didn't.

Chad leaned down and pressed his chest against mine. Now we were in an inverse missionary, so we could make out while we fucked. My lips pressed against his, and I felt his cupid bow enter my mouth. I gave him a soft nibble, which he seemed to love. Our tongues jousted against each other as Chad's spit mingled with mine. I loved invading both ends of his body at once.

We slowed down our rhythm so the sex became more tender, more compassionate, and more erotic. I wanted to be the best lover to Chad that I possibly could. He responded just the way I'd hoped for: he let out a loud sigh, and his whole body quaked.

"Oh baby," he said between kisses. "My god, you're so hot...."

I felt my heart flutter. Those words made me want to ravish him that much more. But I couldn't say a word, since my lips were otherwise occupied.

We worked up a good sweat for another few minutes. Chad's cock and balls were now pressed between our bodies, and they seemed to fit perfectly in the grooves between our abs. I felt his rod thrusting back and forth past my bellybutton, and I could sense his pre-cum smearing against my skin.

Eventually Chad rolled over on his back, and he took me with him. He managed to keep my dick in his ass the whole time, and our kisses never missed a beat. He wrapped his arms around me so our chests stayed pressed together.

I thrust deep into his ass, and I savored every inch of his innards. I still couldn't get over that body of his, and how incredible it made me feel. By now my balls were churning, and they seemed primed to erupt.

Chad spread his legs even wider, and his feet swung wildly in the air. I felt my dick hit his prostate just as his eyes rolled back in his head. I gyrated my lower body so my abdomen could massage his damp cock. His body responded in kind, and after a few more thrusts, it started to seize up. "Oh baby!" he yelled as his muscles went completely rigid, and his cum blasted between our chests.

I didn't wait for him to stop shooting. I kissed him one last time, just as my body heaved with pleasure. I tried to clench the insides of my rod, hoping to delay the inevitable, but I only lasted a few seconds. Then my body convulsed, and I pumped Chad's ass full of cum.

"Fuck," Chad gasped as our lips came apart. I slowed down my thrusts, then stopped completely, though I kept my dick inside him.

Finally I collapsed in Chad's arms. We didn't even bother to clean up: we were so covered in sweat that it was hard to tell where one bodily fluid ended and the other began. We just laid there with our bodies intertwined, and neither of us said a word.

It was a bittersweet moment, knowing it would be our last time for a while. But we both tried to enjoy it while we could. I felt so comfortable, so safe, with Chad lying there with me. I savored the reassuring warmth of his body and the soft purr of his breathing. I almost wished that night would never end. But I knew there was no way to stop the clock from ticking.

 

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The next day's drive to the airport seemed to take forever. Seth tried to make small talk, but I wasn't in the mood. I frankly wondered why he needed to drive us; after all, he could've just let Chad borrow his car so we could've made the trip by ourselves. But I stayed on my best behavior, even after he stopped at the curb and we had to say our goodbyes.

Seth just shook my hand, we exchanged the usual pleasantries, and he got back in the driver's seat. Chad kept trying to help me with my luggage, though I could tell his heart wasn't in it.

At first I didn't know what to say. As far as I was concerned, there was only one silver lining to this. Now I was sure Chad would come back to me-- unlike the last time we'd parted, when I thought I might never see him again. We seemed closer than ever, at least figuratively speaking, though it made our separation that much harder.

"I love you Chad," I finally said, "like you wouldn't believe."

"Fuck," he said, "I love you too Scott." Then he stepped forward and kissed me. We were in broad daylight, right in front of everyone, but it didn't seem to matter. We both kept the kiss going as long as we could, till Chad forced himself to step back. "Now get going... I-I don't want you to miss your flight."

I hated having to pull myself away, but I knew I didn't have a choice. I just nodded, and I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other. I kept trying to ignore the knot in my stomach. Then, before I knew it, I was alone.

When I got back to campus, I found the other Kap Eps were all tired and tanned. Apparently they'd had a hell of a Spring Break: they'd spent it mostly at the beach, all getting drunk, laid, and high to varying degrees. Drew was nursing a sunburn, and Mike was hung over, but otherwise they looked like they'd had an awesome time. They were all telling stories about their adventures, and they said they couldn't wait for their next trip.

Part of me wished I could've joined them, but I also felt like I was in a whole different chapter of my life. It was weird to think how different my week had been from theirs. After all, I'd spent so much time making hospital visits, planning for the future, and dealing with other serious stuff. Not to say that I hadn't had fun, especially all my sex with Chad; but it wasn't quite the same. Among other things, I was in an exclusive relationship-- unlike Hunter for example, who'd apparently gone around picking up both guys and girls at once. I wasn't judging him, considering I'd gone through a slut phase of my own, but I'd clearly ended up in a very different place.

I didn't have much time to think about it though. There was an awful lot of shit for me to tend to. Among other things, I had to make a firm decision on my major, so after meeting with my advisor, I finally pulled the trigger. I switched my major to business administration, which meant I had to re-shuffle the classes I'd be taking in the fall. It also meant I'd need to stay in Dr. Littman's good graces, so I buckled down and tried to get as high on his radar as I could.

I also picked up a bunch of shifts at the restaurant. Of course the busy times were all on nights and weekends, so when I wasn't doing school stuff, I was almost always working. The scheduling could get tricky at times, but I kind of liked it that way. I was hoping to keep this up till Chad's dad was released from the hospital; and I kept asking for updates on when that might be. I wanted to start counting the days till I could see my man again.

Then my old nemesis, Brody Watkins, decided to rear his ugly head. Almost out of the blue, he filed a hazing complaint with the Interfraternity Council. It claimed the Kap Eps had forced him to get naked and jack off in front of "several admitted homosexuals." Then it said we'd kicked him out for complaining.

All the Kap Eps agreed he was acting out of spite. After all, Brody had refused to pay his dues even though we'd given him plenty of chances. It was a clear violation, and we'd kept a long detailed paper trail. So as far as we were concerned, we could prove his expulsion was legit.

On the other hand, the rest of what he'd said was basically true. I didn't appreciate the quip about "admitted homosexuals" but yes, we'd all stripped down and played cum-on-a-cookie-- and there was no denying some of us were gay. We obviously weren't the only fraternity to do that, not by a long shot. But it did meet the official definition of hazing, which was strictly forbidden.

"Aw hell," Luke said when he got the news. "This is the last thing I need."

"What do you think?" I asked. "Are we gonna have to let him back in?"

Marcos scoffed. "Do you seriously want Brody hanging out with us?"

"Well no--"

"It wouldn't solve the problem anyway," Luke said. "The council is gonna have to investigate this. And when they do... we could be in deep shit."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Didn't Brody know about this before he rushed us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I'd already heard a bunch of rumors before I ever thought about rushing. So had Chad. I even heard you were having orgies in here. And I've got to admit... that's part of what got me in the door."

"What's your point? Are you saying you want to have an orgy?"

"I'm just saying, if Brody's dad was a Kap Ep, he had to know what to expect."

"Humph," Luke said. "Good luck making that case to the council: 'Mr. Watkins, isn't it true you masturbated in this fraternity yourself? And did you not tell your son about that?'"

"What about fall semester?" I asked. "I mean, by then Brody wasn't a pledge anymore. But he still initiated the other guys-- so if that constitutes hazing, he'd be guilty of it himself."

"Yeah I know," Luke said. "The dude is a fucking hypocrite. That's not exactly a news flash. But they're still going to say we're in violation. And they'll throw the book at us."

The rest of us looked at each other. Clearly none of us wanted to concede, but Brody had backed us into a helluva corner.

"Anyway," Luke finally said, "just let me worry about this. I'm the one who's going to get called on the mat... I mean, if Brody wants to say he's a hazing victim, then by that logic, you are too."

"We don't see it that way," Ryan said.

"Tell that to the council," Luke said. "I just... I dunno, I'll figure something out."

I gritted my teeth. I knew Luke was about to graduate, so he was interviewing for jobs. I appreciated him being so willing to stick his neck out, though part of me didn't want him to. I knew a scandal like this could really fuck up his life.

I really wanted to wring Brody's neck. To me, the Kap Eps were more than just my fraternity brothers. After all, they'd basically introduced me to Chad-- or at least they'd set the stage. Just as importantly, they'd made both of us feel comfortable and accepted at a time when we really needed it. I'd never forgotten how the others had defended me and Chad against Brody's homophobia. Now they seemed to be paying the price.

Our student newspaper ran a story about it the next day. They highlighted the quote about the "admitted homosexuals" which set off quite the controversy. People seemed split on whether Brody was a bigot or a victim or a combination of both. The dean of students jumped on the story, and she made us cancel all social activities till further notice-- which meant no Rush Week, no parties, no nothing. Luke tried to fight it, since by all accounts no one had ever been in danger. But the dean didn't buy it, at least till the investigation was done.

My carefully-constructed schedule now had a giant hole in it; and I found myself missing a lot of the camaraderie I was used to. I tried to make up for it as best I could, but I often ended up lying in bed, feeling that loneliness I'd hoped to avoid. To make matters worse, I couldn't shake the feeling that I too could get in trouble, especially if this hazing story got back to my parents. I was dying to talk to Chad, but our schedules didn't always align, so I had to make do whenever I could get him on the phone.

I felt like I needed a refuge, so I headed for the only safe place I could think of. Wildcat Pride was holding a meeting that Thursday. I'd never gone before, but I'd always wanted to know what they did. I almost got cold feet, since the stakes had gotten so high, and I didn't want anyone to judge me. So I hid the fact that I was a Kap Ep; I just sat in the back and nervously scoped things out.

The meeting was in the student union building, in one of those multipurpose rooms. The group was chaired by a no-nonsense woman named Lakeisha. Her second-in-command was one of my neighbors: apparently his real name was Oliver McCarthy, though everybody called him O'Mac. Then there was a trans woman named Bella, and a gay couple named Garrett and Andre.

They talked about a lot of the same stuff I'd heard about in D.C. They were trying to get the university to publicly support non-discrimination laws, and oppose things like bathroom bills. They were also lobbying for changes to the student health plan. Plus they were planning for the upcoming Day of Silence.

My first thought was that I wished Chad was there, since he would've eaten that up. But that only made me miss him that much more. The group was friendly and all, but the rest of them had clearly known each other for a while, whereas I was the newbie. They almost seemed like a cliquish fraternity in their own right.

I kept noticing O'Mac glancing in my direction. It made me a little uneasy, especially since I'd seen him on Grindr months before; which meant he could just as well have seen me too. The last thing I wanted was for him to get the wrong idea, much less hit on me or something.

As soon as the time the meeting ended, I high-tailed it out of the building. By that point the sun had gone down, and all the sidewalks on campus were quiet. I don't know if it was just my state of mind, but I could clearly hear my footsteps as I walked. Hardly anyone came within fifty feet of me.

Once I got home, I tried calling Chad, but my phone was almost dead, and it had a hard time getting a signal. I put my phone in the charger and texted Chad how badly I wanted to see him. Then I plopped down in bed and stared at the walls.

I reached over to Chad's side of the bed. He'd always slept on the right, and I'd always slept on the left, ever since we'd first hooked up in our old dorm. We'd apparently fallen into that habit without ever talking about it. Even now, after all the time Chad had been away, I'd stayed on my side and made sure to leave him plenty of room. Somehow it felt right, even though I hated seeing my bed half-empty.

I knew I couldn't recreate the feeling of Chad's body beside me. But I could do the next-best thing and at least watch it in action. After all, I thought, that was why we'd made our sex tape to begin with. I reached over and unlocked my iPad, and I navigated to the right screen.

The first thing I saw was a freeze-frame of Chad and me. The sight of him already made me feel better. I wanted to reach right through the screen and touch him. But since I couldn't, I just rubbed my dick through my pants. I laid there for a second as my hormones started to flow. Then I got up, stripped naked, and laid back in bed. Finally I spread my legs, made myself comfortable, and hit play.

The video started with us making out. The sound of Chad's moans sent a jolt through my body. I tried to mirror what he was doing onscreen, so I ran my hands up and down my torso. My dick was already starting to throb.

"I want your cock so bad," Chad was saying, "I mean it...."

Those words were music to my ears. I was tempted to touch myself, but I decided not to. At least not yet. I wanted to savor the moment and enjoy my time with Chad-- even if it was mostly in my head.

I was craving some ass play, so I lubed myself up and started teasing my hole. I imagined Chad was rimming me. I could practically feel his warm breath in my pubes, and I tried to recreate the feeling of his tongue against my pucker.

I kept going like that for a minute, then decided to take it to the next level. My hole was itching to get something inside it, but I forced myself to pull my hand away.

I fast-forwarded the video to where we were in the shower. I kept my eyes peeled on the screen while Chad kissed my body. "You're so fucking hot dude... such a great pair of balls...."

"You want to show me what you can do with them?"

I watched Chad play with my sack. I distinctly remembered how it had felt when he fondled my package. I knew how much he loved my balls, and I knew how good he was at showing it. I massaged my nuts and tried to recreate the sensation.

Onscreen, Chad started sucking my dick. That was something I couldn't quite simulate for myself, but I got as close as I could. I lubed up my cock-- which I didn't usually do for jack-off sessions-- and I started kneading my shaft. It was a little like tickling myself: it was fine and all, but I knew Chad's touch would feel infinitely better.

"Oh baby," I was saying onscreen, "keep working that dick...."

I watched my cock slide in and out of Chad's mouth. Fuck, that man knew how to suck dick! I adjusted my fingers, easing up just slightly so they felt more like his lips. Then I stroked myself faster and faster.

In the video, Chad took his mouth off my cock. Then he paused, and I couldn't help noticing the look in his eyes.

"I want this fucking hole of yours so bad...."

I'd known Chad was going to say that, but even so, his words sent adrenaline through my veins. "It's all yours...."

It had been a real tease to watch Chad get ready to fuck me. But by that point I needed something inside me. I reached for the cabinet where we kept our toys, and I pulled out a dildo. I positioned it over my boyhole just as Chad positioned himself onscreen. Then, when he penetrated me, I also penetrated myself.

I noticed the dildo felt different this time. It still didn't feel as good as his cock, but it did make for a hell of a ride. I wasn't sure if this was just because of the sex tape, or if it had more to do with my yearning for Chad. Either way, all my senses seemed heightened.

I slid the dildo in and out of my hole, while I watched Chad pound me onscreen. Fuck, I needed that. I loved that feeling of being stuffed. I relished the sounds of Chad's grunts, along with the slap-slap-slap of our wet bodies banging together.

I pulled the dildo all the way out, then rammed it back in. It felt like it split me open, which was basically how I wanted it. I was desperate for Chad to ravage me. I kept my ass open wide, with my legs in the air, as if I was his little slut.

I kept fucking myself while we switched positions onscreen. I was oozing pre-cum, but I made sure not to touch my cock right then. I wanted this experience to last as long as it could, and I loved watching Chad take me from all those different directions.

Then, at long last, it was time for the grand finale. I watched Chad lean into my ear from behind, and he whispered: "I want you to jerk yourself off."

"Oh yeah," I said involuntarily, as if he could hear me.

"I want to watch you cum hard," he said. "And I want to feel your orgasm inside and out."

I didn't need to be told twice. I angled the dildo so it would hit my prostate. Then I gripped my cock with my free hand, and I started going to town.

It felt so good to be fucking and flogging myself, both at once, in perfect synchronization. Feelings of pleasure coursed through my body. The dildo brushed against my prostate, and I felt that mind-boggling rush. Then I finally went over the edge.

"Fuck!" I gasped as my hole clamped down on the dildo, and my cum spurted out of my dick. One volley after another splattered on my chest. The dildo made it feel that much better, as I savored that full feeling in my ass.

"Yeah," Chad was saying onscreen, "that's it...."

I kept going for another few seconds, but slowly but surely the feeling died down. I took a deep breath and laid flat against the sheets. Then I reached down and pulled out the dildo.

I suddenly realized this dildo wasn't mine. It was Chad's, the one that had been modeled after me. I'd been fucking myself with a replica of my own cock.

 

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I was a little embarrassed at first, and a little weirded out. I couldn't help thinking I'd defeated my purpose, which was to simulate Chad's dick inside me. But then I told myself our cocks weren't all that different. Besides, masturbation by its nature was all about working your own anatomy.

I had to wonder if this was how Chad had felt when I'd fucked him. I'd always assumed I'd known those sensations, unlike straight sex, where there was no real way to know how the other person felt. I wanted my dick to blow Chad's mind, so if this was how it really felt, then I might be able to take things up a notch. Granted, the dildo wasn't a perfect replica, but still.

One thing was for sure. I still had the dildo of Chad, and I could pleasure myself with it whenever I wanted. I could even spit-roast myself, sucking on one dildo while I fucked myself with the other.

That night set the tone for the next couple of weeks. That video-- paired with our sex toys-- got to be part of my routine. It let me escape from the stress of my classes, not to mention the drama surrounding the Kap Eps. I got to know every frame and every sound; and I got so experienced with those toys that I was a fucking professional. I especially loved when I could Skype Chad while I did it.

I kept asking him when he'd be back, but Chad never gave me a straight answer. I wanted to fully support him, so I told him it was fine. But deep down, I felt my heart sink every time he brushed off my questions. I just tried not to let my disappointment show.

Meanwhile, I was still taking care of Chad's car, so eventually I had to take it in for an oil change. When I did, the mechanic said the brake pads needed replacing, which would cost hundreds of dollars. I tried to call Chad, but his phone went straight to voicemail. I tried texting him too, but the messages didn't go through.

Great, I thought, fucking perfect. I knew how critical the brake pads were, but I couldn't afford a big expense like that, at least not at the moment. I'd just paid my rent the day before, and I wouldn't get paid till that Friday.

Part of me thought this was Chad's responsibility. After all, it was his car not mine, and I'd been doing him a favor by handling this stuff. Plus he could afford these kinds of expenses. On the other hand, Chad had been doing me a favor too, letting me drive his car for free-- and my job was far enough away that it'd be hard to work there without it.

I was sitting at the dealership, trying to figure out what to do, when I heard the door open behind me. I didn't look up at first, but then I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey baby," he said.

I jumped to my feet. "Chad?"

He was standing there with his coat on, and his roller bag at his side. An Uber was driving away behind him.

"W-what the hell? I mean, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Shit! Surprise me? What, a-at an auto shop?"

"I got your voicemail when I landed. I didn't want you to have to pay that bill yourself--"

"Oh my fucking god, you're something else," I said as I grabbed him and started kissing him. "I can't believe you... that's the most unromantic thing I've ever heard... but fuck...."

"They transferred Dad this morning," Chad said the first chance he got. "Pam's taking care of him from here."

"Oh thank God," was all I could muster up while we kept making out. I relished the thought of having my man to myself, with no strings attached, after such a long wait. I wasn't a religious guy, but I felt like my prayers had been answered.

Finally our lips came apart. We looked around, and we realized the whole dealership had gone silent. All the employees were staring at us.

Chad just shrugged. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Haven't you seen a couple kiss before?"

I didn't say a word, but I felt like I didn't need to. I had my man back with me, which was all I cared about. No matter what other shit we had to go through, it seemed like we'd be fine as long as we could lean on each other. For once, I was looking forward to what might happen next.

 

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Our lovemaking session was just as beautiful as I'd hoped.

It happened right after we left the shop. We didn't even make it back to my place-- or to his, for that matter. We just made it as far as the forest, which was the closest place we could be alone. But it turned out to be just as well.

Chad and I laid in a secluded spot, buck naked, while we caressed each other's bodies. The trees around us swayed in the breeze, and the sun dabbled through the leaves. A bunch of plants were in bloom, which created spots of color around us, and a smattering of petals went drifting through the air.

Chad looked in my eyes as he ran his fingers across my face. Then he whispered: "You remember the last time we were here?"

"What do you mean?"

"It was right after I'd come out to my family," he said. "Remember how we drove out here, and we kissed by the side of the road...."

"Oh yeah," I said. "I almost forgot about that."

"I guess that's when we stopped just being fuck buddies. Wasn't it?"

"That's one way to put it--"

"I just remember how badly I wanted you right then. What I would've done to have sex with you that night...."

I swallowed. I'd pretty much felt the same way. "Well," I said, "we had a lot to deal with back then. It's probably a good thing we held off. At least a little bit."

"I guess," he said. He ran a hand down my spine, across my tailbone, and into my asscrack. "Of course, it's always better late than never...."

I gasped as I felt his fingers enter my hole. I knew we didn't have any lube with us, but then again, we didn't necessarily need it. I could think of any number of other ways to pleasure my man.

Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He swung his body around, and without another word, he went down on my cock. Now he had me in a sixty-nine, with his dick right in front of my face. Of course I couldn't resist that temptation: I gave him a series of kisses, running my lips up and down his shaft, then took him in my mouth.

It felt so good to have him inside me again-- in either end-- between the hard but tender texture of his flesh, the musky taste of his skin, and the well-practiced movements of his muscles. But the sexiest, most important thing of all was the knowledge that he was all mine. I wanted this man more I'd ever wanted anything in my life. I was so wrapped up in him that I didn't even care that we were outdoors, in broad daylight, and anyone could've caught us. I just savored the moment.

Chad started picking up the pace. As he sucked me, he massaged my balls with one hand, and he kept teasing my pucker with the other. He was making me feel so good, I could only hope to return the favor. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was full too, and I didn't want to stop servicing him. I just let out a groan and tried to signal how I really felt.

Chad groaned too, quietly at first, then louder and louder. I felt his dick twitch against my lips, and I braced myself for what was coming next. Then, sure enough, his warm salty cum filled my mouth.

I drank from his tap like I was dying of thirst. I could feel his juices slide down my throat and go deep in my body-- which was really where they belonged. The sensation was so hot that it got me off too: pleasure cascaded through my body, my muscles tensed up, and I felt myself shoot in Chad's mouth.

"Mm!" was all he seemed able to say. He ran his tongue around my cockhead, which suddenly felt especially tingly. Then he took me deep into his throat, to the point that I could feel it contract when he swallowed.

"Oh yeah," I gasped as I took my mouth off his dick. I was still coming down from my high. I practically collapsed and lay flat on the ground. "Damn, I needed that."

Chad let off a chuckle. "Think of it this way," he said. "It's really just a preview of coming attractions."

We didn't want to go back to reality quite yet, but at the same time, we didn't want to get caught. We told ourselves we'd have plenty of alone time later, indoors. So we gathered up our clothes, which were scattered all over the ground. Then we dressed and headed back to the car.

We were just pulling up to my place when we saw Brody nearby. My first thought was to avoid him, but then I saw he was with my neighbor Hannah.

"Aw shit," I said.

Brody looked pretty drunk. We couldn't hear what he was saying, but he was clearly hitting on Hannah, and he seemed to be getting belligerent. She tried to push him away, but then Brody grabbed her arm.

"Fuck," Chad said. He and I opened our car doors just as Hannah broke free. Brody stumbled backward while she ran toward her apartment.

"You bitch!" Brody yelled after her. "Y-you... you think you can do better than me?"

"Dude!" Chad said. "Leave her alone!"

Brody turned to us. "What... what the fuck are you doing here?"

"That's none of your business."

"Yeah, well fuck you!" Brody yelled, then turned and staggered away.

Chad and I exchanged glances. We both tried to gauge what to do. Part of me wanted to report this, though Brody would probably claim we were out to get him or something.

"Wow," Chad said. "Didn't he do something like that to Kaylee?"

"From what I heard," I replied.

"Then who the hell is he to be filing complaints against the Kap Eps? He's pretty much the definition of sexual harassment."

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you've got a dad with connections--"

"His karma's gonna catch up to him someday. It has to."

I shrugged. "I hope you're right," I replied. "Hopefully sooner rather than later."

We didn't want to let Brody to spoil our evening, so we did our best to put him out of our minds. Chad offered to take me to dinner, and he suggested going to Riedegost, but I didn't want to see my co-workers right then. So we went to an Italian place instead-- the kind of genuine article where real Italians ate-- and Chad ordered some nice wine. Then he did a toast to the days and months to come.

I assumed Chad would get a job to last him through the rest of the spring. He ended up getting some work as a personal trainer, but applying for an internship was almost a job in itself. Chad had started the process when he was in D.C., but it was a lot more competitive than we'd expected, and a lot of spots were already filled. Now he had to spend a huge amount of time writing essays, submitting transcripts, and filling out forms for background checks and stuff. Of course his connection to Seth didn't hurt, but he wasn't getting anything handed to him, for better or worse.

All the same, it was awesome having him back with me. His schedule was flexible enough that he could almost always accommodate mine. No matter how stressed I got with classes or whatever, I felt like I could always come home to him, which was a feeling I'd never really had before.

Then of course there was the sex. Oh fuck, I loved the sex! We drained each other's balls so much that our glands could barely keep up. And our toys got plenty of use: Chad dug the story of me fucking myself with his dildo, so he asked me to reenact the scene. And he was happy to return the favor, so he fucked himself with my dildo while I watched. Chad also loved getting beads up his ass, which I took fiendish delight in yanking out.

Of course the best toys of all were the ones we'd been born with. I'd gotten to be a real connoisseur of Chad's muscles, tendons, and ligaments, and the way he could use them to dominate me. I adored his perfectly-chiseled Adonis belt and the gorgeous package it led to. Then of course there was the feeling of his fuck stick up my ass. Not to mention his big meaty glutes, and the tight tender hole in between, which could squeeze my manhood just the way I liked it. Fuck!

I didn't want any of this to end, so I made sure we had a solid plan for the summer. My goal was to keep anything from coming between us for as long as humanly possible. I wanted our lives to run like well-oiled machines, which I knew was easier said than done; but I was determined to avoid any repeat of the summer before.

Slowly but surely, our plans came together. Amy's graduation would be the first week of June, and after that, we could stay with Chad's mom. I was hoping to just work for Thaxter, but he warned me he couldn't pay much, so I'd probably need a second job. Meanwhile, Chad kept following up with Wheeler's office-- not enough to be annoying, but enough to make clear he was interested-- in the hopes of landing a spot.

We were in the middle of all this when we got a piece of news we'd been dreading. The Interfraternity Council had been interviewing the Kap Eps, including anyone who'd rushed or pledged us, to see if Brody's allegations were true. Our initiation rituals were supposed to be secret, so I didn't say any more than I had to, and neither did Chad. But apparently some alumni saw it differently: at least a few of them confirmed the so-called hazing and said it'd been going on for years.

This did not go over well with the dean's office, so after much back-and-forth, Luke eventually struck a deal. Our chapter would agree to a four-year suspension, which meant it couldn't reopen till after we'd all graduated. We would all be barred from joining other fraternities, but in exchange, we wouldn't get in any further trouble.

It definitely could've been worse, but it still sucked. We had to be out of the frat house by the end of the semester, which was not far away. By all indications, the Kap Eps' sex-filled adventures were over: there'd be no more naked pledges, no more fucking in the game room, and no more randy Spring Breaks. Or at least so we thought.

We'd just started cleaning out the house when we learned how much stuff had come from Brody's family. Among other things, his father had bought us the pool table years before, and his older brother had donated the futon. The irony was almost too much to handle. After all, Chad and I had lost our man-virginities on that futon, and we were pretty sure others had too. Practically all the Kap Eps had defiled it at some point or another.

"You know," Shane said, "we could always vandalize that shit. Just for fun."

Luke clucked his tongue. "You want to stoop to Brody's level?"

"Yeah, why not? After how much he fucked things up for us, why shouldn't we fuck with him too?"

Marcos put an arm around Ryan. "Well," he said, "we know what fucks with Brody more than anything: knowing we have gay sex."

"Ha!" Ryan said. He shot his boyfriend a look. "Is that your way of saying you want to do it down there?"

"That'd be a helluva revenge," Justin said. "You could leave cum stains all over it. If they ask for it back--"

"Fuck yeah!" Hunter said. "How do I get in on this?"

"You mean like a threesome?"

"Why stop there?" Drew asked. "I'd be up for it too."

I looked at Chad. I couldn't help thinking of the time he'd suggested a sex party. Come to think of it, we'd even compared notes on which of the others were the hottest, though that had been at a very different stage of our relationship.

"Hey," Chad said, "I'm all for getting back at that asswipe. The more we can fuck with him, the better."

I bit my lip. I didn't disagree with him-- or with the others-- but I didn't want to risk playing with fire. After what Chad and I had been through, the last thing we needed was any more drama. I just wanted to be with Chad, have him to myself, and keep anyone else from getting in the way.

At the same time, I did get hard at the thought of the other guys getting it on. After all, Chad and I had already seen them jack off, and in the case of Ryan and Marcos, we'd even watched them fuck. There was also no denying my longstanding fetish for group sex. So I did want to watch this shit go down.

I knew I had to walk a fine line, and I'd need to be extra sensitive to Chad's feelings. I could sense the wheels turning in his head, though he didn't let on. So I took him aside the first chance I got.

"Babe," I said when we got to his bedroom, "remember what we agreed to. We only want to do stuff we're both comfortable with."

"I remember...."

"I don't want to have sex with anybody but you. I want to be crystal clear on that."

Chad licked his lips. "Well," he said, "I don't want to hold you back--"

"I never said you were holding me back--"

"I know you're into that stuff. Considering how much of that porn you've got."

"That's just porn. It's not real." I put my arms around him. "You and me... that's real."

"Well true--"

"And you know what? You turn me on more than the rest of those guys put together. Including all the porn stars I watch."

Chad ran his hands through my hair. "That's a helluva way of saying I love you."

"Ha!" I smiled and shook my head. "I do love you... and I'm not just saying that to get in your pants."

"I never said getting in my pants was a bad thing. And you know what? I feel the same way." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I'd never want to make you uncomfortable either."

I wasn't sure where this was headed, but I couldn't argue with what he was saying. I just kissed him again, and I held him as tightly as I could.

It didn't take long for the Kap Eps' plans to come together. The sex party would be that Saturday evening. We couldn't risk word getting out, so we didn't invite anyone from the outside. This wasn't ideal for the straight guys-- since it meant there wouldn't be any girls-- but they supported it every step of the way. Luke made clear that this was totally voluntary, so I figured the straight guys would keep themselves busy upstairs.

 

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The game room was already stocked with condoms, lube, and tissues for clean-up. All we had to do was bring drinks and stuff. Chad and I made a grocery run, and we did our best to make it look like we just shopping for ourselves.

When we brought our haul to the basement, we found Hunter was already there. He was watching Twitter porn on his phone, and he was rubbing his crotch through his pants. "Hey guys," he said. Then he turned off his phone, but as he did, I caught a glimpse of two lesbians fucking.

"We don't want to interrupt you," I said.

"I know," he replied. "It's just... I know a lot of you aren't into this stuff."

"You mean lesbian porn?"

"Well, pussy in general. A lot of people freak out at me being bi."

Chad set down one of his bags. "I'm not freaked out," he said. "I mean, I gotta admit, I don't really get it--"

"I just love sex," Hunter said. "So I can take either pussy or dick."

"So if you're with a girl," Chad said, "I mean... what do you tell her?"

"Usually nothing. I mean, I don't lie or whatever... but being into guys is not something you bring up when you're trying to get some. And if you bring it up later, after you've fucked her, it can be even worse. So I usually keep quiet and let girls think I'm straight. And when I'm with guys, I'll let them think I'm gay. I guess I probably shouldn't... but whatever."

"Well," I said, "I used to think I was bi. Of course that was a while ago...."

"You and a lot of other people," he said. "But me, I need both. If I go too long without one or the other, I start craving that shit, and it's all I can think about... which is why my relationships never last."

I was about to say something else, but just then Ryan and Marcos came downstairs, with Drew close behind. They were all exchanging stories about hookups they'd had, and they were throwing out ideas around things they could do. I knew Ryan and Marcos had a pretty open relationship, so I figured this would make for an interesting evening.

I did some basic math in my head. Based on our fraternity's lineup, our little group included twelve balls, six dicks, six boyholes, four guys who were taken, two more who were single, two former athletes, two more muscle types, two twinks-- and at least speaking for myself, one really horny guy who couldn't wait to see it all.

Chad and I finished setting things up, then plopped down on the futon. We were still fully clothed, but my dick was starting to press against my pants, and I could tell Chad's was too. I felt a hint of butterflies, though I tried to ignore them. I just looked in Chad's eyes, and I tried to gauge what he was thinking.

The other guys had just gotten situated, and we were about to kick things off, when we heard the door creak back open. My first reaction was that the other shoe must be dropping. All of us stopped what we were doing, and we turned toward the stairs.

Shane quietly peeked into the room. "Uh... hey," he said.

"Hey man," Marcos said. "What's the matter?"

"I...." Shane swallowed hard. "Do you, I-I dunno... mind if I join you?"

This was a twist I hadn't expected. After all, I'd already felt tempted enough without a bi-curious guy in the mix. I hadn't forgotten how Shane had been one of the guys Chad and I had checked out months before; and I was pretty sure Chad remembered too. I'd always assumed the guy was straight. Shane had seemed cool with gay stuff, but he'd never shown signs of being into it himself.

"Come on over," Drew replied. "The more the merrier."

"This is all secret, right?" Shane asked. "Like whatever happens in this room, stays in this room?"

"Exactly," Ryan said. "It's all cool."

Shane seemed to tiptoe across the room. He stopped in the middle of the room, then swallowed and looked around. "I mean... I don't really know how this works...."

"We can teach you," Hunter said.

Shane took a deep breath. "Okay."

"How much have you done with a guy?" Ryan asked.

"Well... the closest thing was when we played cum-on-a-cookie."

"You didn't seem to have much trouble with that," Marcos said. "At least not the way I remember it."

"I-I guess not...."

"Did you like it?" Chad asked.

"I mean... who doesn't like jacking off?"

"True that," Ryan said.

"And... since all you guys were into this stuff, I figured there had to be something to it."

"There is," Hunter said, and without another word, he stood up and kissed him. Shane didn't resist; he took Hunter's tongue in his mouth, and they started making out.

By now, Chad was very clearly pitching a tent. I was tempted to reach over and touch it, but instead I whispered in Chad's ear: "That sure brings back a memory or two...."

Chad snorted. Then he turned to me and said under his breath: "If you're thinking of the same thing I am... I remember it being a little different than this."

"Even so...."

"Hey," Drew said. "Do you have something you want to share with the group?"

"Yeah," Chad said facetiously. "Just how my boyfriend is more fuckable than yours."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"And there's a reason for that."

Drew gave him a playful slap, but Chad just laughed and threw a pillow at him. Drew swatted the pillow away, and it tumbled to the floor.

Hunter and Shane seemed totally oblivious. They were leaning against the pool table with their lips locked together, and they were running their hands up and down each other's bodies. Their eyes were closed, so they seemed to be navigating completely by feel.

Finally Hunter broke off the kiss. "Mm," he said, "you're pretty good at this. Are you sure this is your first time?"

Shane chuckled. "Uh yeah. Pretty sure."

"So how does it feel?" Ryan asked.

"It's... it's not as weird as I thought. It's not that different from kissing a girl."

"That's because I just shaved," Hunter said. "I'll warn you right now, some of my anatomy is totally different."

"Yeah, that much I know--"

"Want to go explore it yourself?"

I could almost feel my ears perk up. Those words sounded really fucking hot. Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines: his hands caressed my body, and then he held me tight.

Shane glanced down at Hunter's crotch. He seemed to go back and forth about what to do next.

"Go for it," Marcos said. "It's just a dick. It's not going to bite you."

 

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Shane nodded, then apparently decided to cross his little Rubicon. He reached over and unbuttoned Hunter's jeans. Within just a few seconds, he'd unzipped Hunter's fly and slid his hand inside.

"Yeah, that's it," Hunter said. "Just do to me what you want done to yourself."

Shane pulled down Hunter's pants, and Hunter's throbbing boner bounced out. Shane still seemed a little nervous, but then he reached over and started massaging the tip. He teased Hunter's cock with his fingers, then circled his palm around the piss slit.

"Oh hell yeah," Hunter said. At first he just seemed to be enjoying the ride, but then he pulled off his shirt and socks, and he kicked away his pants. Then he stretched his naked body, and he laid down on the table. "Stroke my shaft man...."

"Okay," Shane replied. He moved his hand down a few inches, gripped Hunter's pole, and started tugging away.

Drew seemed almost entranced. He watched the other two going at it, and as he did, he kept touching himself. Suddenly he said "fuck," then practically ripped off his clothes. His dick was as rock-hard as Hunter's, and it pointed straight up in the air.

The rest of us followed Drew's lead and started undressing too. Chad and I opened our pants and started playing with each other. Ryan took off his shirt, while Marcos pulled down his pants and his underwear.

We now had an awful lot of man flesh around us. The more I soaked in the sights, the more tempted I was. I could only imagine the possibilities before me. I had to force myself to stay on my best behavior-- or at least something close to it.

I reached for the snacks, grabbed a big pretzel stick, and offered it to Chad. He seemed to love how phallic it was. He ran his tongue in circles around it, licking off the salt, then took it in his mouth and swallowed.

"You like that?" I asked.

"You know what I'd rather be eating," he said as he stared at my cock.

"Then maybe we should get you out of the rest of these clothes."

Chad didn't need to be told twice. He stripped naked and made me do the same. I wanted to go further, but Chad made me go slow. He seemed to want to draw things out, which I wasn't about to object to. So I just laid beside him and pressed my bare skin against his.

By now Shane was the only one still fully dressed. He looked almost like a prey animal: he had a helluva nervous expression as he eyed the hungry males around him.

Hunter let Shane rub his cock for a little while longer, then looked up at him. "So," Hunter said, "why don't you make yourself comfortable? Like the rest of us?"

"I mean...."

"It's okay. We're not gonna see anything we haven't seen before."

Shane paused for a moment, then took his hand off Hunter's dick. He pulled his shirt over his head, and he undid his pants. As he did, I couldn't help noticing the spot of pre-cum on his briefs.

"Keep going dude," Hunter said. "Don't be shy."

Shane still seemed hesitant, but he slid his underwear down his legs. At first he covered his crotch, almost by instinct, but his hands couldn't hide the huge virgin cock underneath.

"Now lie down," Hunter said, "and relax. Let me do the work."

I couldn't help thinking of how lucky Shane was. Hunter seemed totally patient with him, taking things one step at a time, and going out of his way to make him feel comfortable. It was pretty much the opposite of what Chad and I had done, at least in the beginning, when we'd fumbled around without a proper teacher.

Now, of course, Chad was much more practiced. He gave me a reassuring kiss, and he put an arm around me. Then he reached over and handed me a beer. He was totally casual about it, as if we were just watching a show-- which, come to think of it, we were.

"Okay," Hunter said. By now Shane was sitting beside him, still looking as nervous as ever. "Now I'm gonna show you what a real man can do." Then Hunter leaned down and started sucking Shane's dick.

"Oh fuck," Shane gasped, and he threw his head back. At first he just sat there, savoring the experience, while Hunter's head bobbed up and down. But then Shane started to look genuinely surprised, as if he'd never gotten head like this before.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Ryan asked.

"Uh-huh...."

"It's so true," Chad said. "Guys know what guys like. I'll tell you, the first time my man went down on me, it was a fucking revelation--"

"Hey!" I said as I coughed on my beer.

Chad's face dropped. "Was I not supposed to say that?"

I was about to say yes, but then I caught myself. After all, my relationship with Chad had been common knowledge for a while, so I didn't want to act like it was some dirty secret. TMI was hardly an issue, since we were surrounded by friends, all of us naked and about to have sex. "I-it's okay," I finally said, "I mean you know I'm flattered--"

"I'm not shitting you," he said.

I put my arm around him, and I was about to say something more; but just then Shane let out a primeval noise.

Shane seemed to be having a revelation of his own. He fell back so he was lying on the table. Hunter was licking his balls and playing with his taint; then he lifted Shane's legs and dove into his crack.

"Oh Jesus...."

"Just enjoy it," Drew said. "This dude is good at what he does. I would know."

Shane's mouth hung open. He looked over at Drew, but he seemed too blitzed to say anything. Hunter's face was practically hidden from view as he munched away on Shane's butt; I could only imagine what his tongue must be doing.

"That's fucking hot," Marcos said as he gripped Ryan's cock.

"You want me to do that too?" Ryan asked.

"Maybe in a bit," Marcos said. "Right now I just need your dick." And without another word, he put his mouth on Ryan's cock.

"Oh baby," Ryan said. "Just like that...."

I put my hand on Chad's shaft. My gut instinct was to start blowing him too. But he was still taking it slow: he took a sip of my beer, then sat back and took in the sights. I knew how much he loved edging, so I went along with that. I tickled his ballsack a little, tracing his nuts with my fingers, with just enough pressure to set off his nerves.

Drew went over to Shane, and the next thing I knew, the two were making out. Shane was basically in a spit roast, except instead of taking two dicks, he was taking two tongues. He was moaning and writhing with pleasure, clearly enjoying himself. His earlier reluctance was nowhere to be seen.

After another minute of this, Hunter came up for air. "Now," he said, "do you want to go all the way?"

Shane broke off his kiss with Drew. "Wow," he said. "That's already further than I ever thought I'd go."

"That's good!"

"I've never had a girl want to get near my ass... I mean, even a blowjob can be asking a lot...."

"Well yeah," Hunter said. "A lot of girls think it's gross. But as far as I'm concerned... it's their loss."

Shane looked at Hunter's cock. Hunter hadn't touched himself this whole time, so his rod seemed to be straining for action. "I'm not getting it up my ass," Shane said.

"You don't have to," Hunter said.

"I mean... I've always kind of wondered...."

"Well, wonder no more," Hunter said, as he reached for the supplies. He tore open a condom packet, then rolled the contents onto Shane's dick. The rubber barely seemed to fit, but he didn't miss a beat.

Hunter squirted some lube on his hand, then reached behind himself and dabbed it on his hole. Then he climbed on top on Shane, got into position, and lowered himself onto Shane.

It didn't seem to go as smoothly as he'd hoped. "Oh fuck," Hunter said. "Shit, that's big...."

Shane didn't move. He almost looked like a deer in the headlights. It was hard to tell if he liked this or not.

Hunter's eyes were shut tight, and his mouth was contorted. "Aw...."

"Here," Drew said. "I've taken big dicks before. Let me show you how it's done." And he pushed Hunter aside.

Shane's dick came free as Hunter plopped down next to him. Drew got up, reached for his pants on the floor, and fumbled for his wallet. Then he pulled out an extra-large condom.

"Woah," Hunter said. "Are you always this prepared?"

"You know I am," Drew replied. He pulled off Shane's original condom, then replaced it with the new one. Then he lubed himself up, squatted over Shane's cock, and took it inside him.

Shane seemed almost dumbfounded. He looked like he couldn't believe he was fucking a man.

"Oh yeah," Drew said as he started bouncing up and down. "You like my ass?"

Shane swallowed. "It's so tight...."

"For your dick, anything's going to be tight." He let out some loud breaths. "But it feels so fucking good...."

"Yeah?"

"You can be rough with me dude. I can take it."

Shane still seemed a little reluctant, but then he started gyrating his hips, moving in sync with Drew's ass. Drew closed his eyes and smiled, and he grunted a little.

"I want to do that too," Ryan said.

Marcos looked up from Ryan's crotch. "You want to fuck me?"

"Let me see your ass first," Ryan said.

Marcos did as he was told. He climbed on top of Ryan, and he spread his legs so wide that we could all see his pucker.

"Oh yeah," Ryan said. "I love fucking that...."

"Lick it," Marcos said. "Lube up my hole."

Ryan flicked him with his tongue. I saw Marcos's sphincter contract; then it loosened up, and it quivered a little. Then Ryan kissed his lover's boyhole, and Marcos let out a moan.

I finished my beer and looked over at Chad. We were the only ones left who were really just watching. A big part of me wanted to change that-- and our raging boners were glaringly obvious-- but Chad was still in no hurry.

He licked his lips. "Are you enjoying the show?"

"Y-yeah...."

"Well good," he said as he traced my thigh with his fingers. "I want you nice and randy when I finish you off."

"What does that mean?"

Chad kissed me, then smiled. "Just trust me."

"Oh fuck yeah," Marcos was saying. "Baby, I want you so bad...."

Ryan's lips were still busy massaging his anatomy. Ryan could barely let out a mumble: "You want my dick in this ass?"

"I need it," Marcos said. "Don't make me wait any longer...."

"What if I want to suck some cock myself?"

"You can suck Hunter's," Marcos said.

I felt a surge of adrenaline. Watching other couples was one thing; a full-on threesome or foursome was another. Chad pressed his cheek against mine, and he held me just the way I wanted. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, without me saying a word.

"That's my boy," Ryan said. He smacked Marcos on the ass, then got up and reached for the lube. "Hunter, get over here."

"Yes sir," Hunter said.

Ryan lubed up his cock, and he made his boyfriend get on all fours. Hunter got into position beside them. Then Ryan took Hunter's cock in his mouth, just as he shoved his own dick into Marcos.

"Oh God yeah," Marcos said. "Give it to me. Oh fuck!"

Ryan started sucking and pounding away. He had his hand on Marcos's hips, fucking him doggy-style. Hunter put his hands on Ryan's head, guiding him around the cock he was sucking.

Drew was still riding Shane like a cowboy. His own dick bucked every which way as he kept slamming his ass into Shane's pubes. Pre-cum was oozing from his piss slit, and a couple drops had already landed on Shane's six-pack. "Oh yeah," Drew said. "You feel so good in my ass...."

"That ass feels good too...."

"Are you getting close?"

"Yeah...."

"Then cum in me," Drew said. "The same way you would with a girl."

Shane let out a growl, and he seemed to let his instincts take over. He thrust into Drew, harder this time than ever before, and he started going faster and faster. I could see his muscles tense up, and I could almost sense the pleasure making its way through his body.

"That's it," Drew said. "Cum for me dude...."

"Fuck yeah!" Shane yelled as his balls contracted, and he buried his dick in Drew's ass. His body went into spasms, and his words seemed to catch in his throat.

"Shit," Hunter said. "That's gonna get me off too...."

Shane let out a groan, slowed down his pumps, then practically collapsed. "Holy fuck...."

Drew smiled and gave Shane a kiss. "So how does it feel to have your cherry popped like that?"

"Aw damn," Shane said, like he was still in a daze. Then he went back for another kiss, then another.

"So," Chad said, "it looks like you get the appeal of this stuff...."

"Oh yeah," Shane replied.

I was about to say something too, but then Marcos yelped. Ryan was still busy pumping away, but Marcos only seemed to want more. "Baby," he said, "fuck me harder...."

Shane looked at the others. He was still inside Drew, but he seemed mesmerized by what the threesome was doing.

"Oh fuck!" Marcos yelled, just as he let out a splatter of cum. Then came another rope, then another, all of which soaked into the futon beneath him.

Ryan took Hunter's dick from his mouth, and he stopped thrusting into Marcos. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," Marcos said. "Damn I love that cock...."

Ryan pulled out of Marcos's ass. "What do you want to do next?"

"Whatever you want," Marcos said. "I can get you off however."

"Well... I mean, I wouldn't mind getting plowed myself...."

"Wait," Shane said. "Does it really feel that good? I mean, getting fucked up the ass?"

"It's called bottoming," Drew said, "and yes, it really does."

"I didn't know you could cum like that. Without touching yourself?"

"It's all about your prostate," I said. "The male G-spot."

"I thought all that hurt."

"Not usually," Chad said. "For me it just hurt the first time. It went away pretty quick... and then it felt really good."

"Good how? Isn't it like taking a shit?"

"Not exactly," Ryan said.

Drew put his hands on Shane's abs. "If you're up for another round, I can show you...."

"Not right now," Shane replied. "I just... I dunno, I don't want to take this stuff too fast."

"It's okay," Hunter said. "We've all had a first time. We know what it's like...."

Drew got up, and Shane's penis plopped out of him. Shane's condom was still on, but it was fully inflated with cum. He reached down, pulled off the condom, and threw it aside.

"So Drew," Ryan said, "did you just say you wanted to top?"

Drew looked over at Marcos. He didn't seem to know how to respond.

"It's fine dude," Marcos said. "As long as I get to be part of it."

"Are you sure?"

"Remember Cancun?"

Before Drew could say another word, Ryan leaned over and kissed him. Then they started making out, with both their cocks standing at attention.

Marcos turned to the rest of us. "If any of you want to join...."

I looked over at Chad. He gave me a nod, like he was giving his permission. I was tempted to take him up on it, but I decided against it. After all, I was lying with the man I loved, and I was watching my fetish play out right in front of me. Best of all, Chad had already promised to finish me off later-- not that I'd ever doubted him-- which was what I wanted more than anything.

"I'm good," I whispered, and I nibbled Chad's ear. He turned his head just slightly, put his hand on my cheek, and gave me a deep kiss. I couldn't tell if he was trying to thank me or what: he was breathing heavily, the same way he did was he was especially horny, yet he was also loving and tender.

After a minute, Chad took his lips off mine, though he barely moved an inch. "Oh baby," he said.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

"You know I do," he said. "But first we've got some more edging to do."

"Dude... are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Chad grinned. "You bet I am," he replied.

 

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By now the others were in a big naked heap. It was almost hard to tell which body parts belonged to Hunter or Ryan or Shane or Drew; they all kind of twisted together. Even Marcos was kind of hard to pick out, his darker skin notwithstanding.

Eventually Ryan stepped back. "Now Shane," he said, "watch carefully... so you can see how this is done."

"O-okay...."

"I like doing it on my back," Ryan said, "at least when I'm the bottom. But everybody's different, so you'll want to try it different ways."

Shane nodded but didn't say a word. Chad handed him a beer, and he took a seat beside us. Meanwhile Drew put on a condom, while Marcos and Hunter stepped aside. Ryan laid down, spread his legs, and lubed up his hole.

"Now babe," Ryan said to Marcos, "you know what to do."

Marcos nodded. He climbed over to Ryan, positioned his body over his face, and lowered his ballsack into his boyfriend's waiting mouth.

"Oh yeah," Marcos said. "Suck on it baby...."

Drew held his cock against Ryan's eager hole. Then he dipped the tip inside.

"Mm," Ryan mumbled. He obviously couldn't talk with his mouthful of balls, but he didn't really need to. He was very clearly enjoying himself.

Drew pressed forward, and his shaft disappeared into Ryan. He got in all the way, then started with his pumping.

Marcos leaned forward and started making out with Drew. Now they were basically in an Eiffel Tower: they caressed each other's torsos while Ryan savored their nether regions. All three kept their rhythm going like a bunch of seasoned pros.

Apparently Hunter wanted in on this too. He kneeled off to one side, then leaned forward to kiss the others. They welcomed him right into their group. At first Marcos jousted with Hunter's tongue while Drew kissed his cheek. Then Marcos moved to Hunter's neck, which freed Hunter to lock lips with Drew.

Ryan groaned with pleasure. He reached down, grabbed Drew's hips, and pulled him deep inside himself. Then Ryan sped up his thrusts, which forced Drew and Marcos to speed things up too.

"Woah," Chad said. "That is one demanding bottom."

Marcos broke off a kiss. "You don't know the half of it," he said. "Not that I'm complaining."

Ryan took one hand off Drew, and he slapped Marcos on the ass. It sounded like a pretty hard smack, and it did leave a red spot. But Marcos just laughed; he'd clearly been though this ritual before.

Drew's breaths got louder and louder, while he and Ryan went faster and faster. They both seemed really fucking close.

"Babe, I want to see you cum," Marcos said. "You can do it... just bust that fucking nut...."

Ryan nodded in acknowledgment, but before he could do anything else, Drew went over the edge. Drew's dick rammed into Ryan's ass, and they both let out a yelp.

"Oh shit!" Drew said. Then he let off a guttural roar.

Ryan arched his back, and he clamped his legs around Drew's body. Then he held his breath for a moment, and just as he released it, he shot his load all over his chest. "Fuck!" he gasped as he took his mouth off his boyfriend. "Oh fuck that feels so good! Holy shit!"

"Atta boy," Marcos said. He got up from his lover's face, then sat down beside him.

"Jesus," Ryan said as he tried to catch his breath. "Whew... that was fucking incredible."

Drew just laughed. "Well, you sure as hell seemed to like it...." Then he pulled out of Ryan's ass, revealing his full condom.

"Apparently you dug it too," Hunter said.

"You could say that," Drew replied.

Marcos turned to Chad and me. "So what about you?" he asked. "You guys still haven't gotten off--"

"Neither has Hunter," Chad replied. "I thought he was gonna finish with Shane."

Hunter shrugged. "So what do you think?" he asked Shane. "Are you up for this?"

"I... I mean, judging by your guys's reactions...."

"It's up to you," Hunter said. "If you don't want it, I can get off any number of ways."

Shane seemed to mull over his words. "Well, you're gonna have to go slow. Remember, I've never done this before."

"Oh believe me," Hunter said, "I'm not about to forget."

"I'm just saying." Shane took a big gulp of beer, then threw away the can. Then he laid back down on the pool table. "All right dude... show me what you can do."

"Oh fuck yeah," Hunter said as he practically jumped for the supplies. He got himself ready, lubed up Shane's hole, and got into position. "Now... try to relax. Your ass will probably try to cramp up. You'll need to fight that reflex. Do what you can to loosen it up."

"Okay," Shane replied.

"You ready?"

"Just do it."

Hunter did as he was told, and he eased his way in. Shane flinched at first, and his mouth dropped open. "You okay?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah," Shane said. "Just give me a second." He barely seemed to move a muscle. He just laid there, flat against the table, while he got used to Hunter's cock.

The rest of us clustered around them to get a good view. Most of the other guys were touching themselves, even though they'd already cum. Not that I could blame them of course. After all, Shane was a good-looking dude; and it wasn't every day you saw a boy like that lose his anal virginity.

"Tell me when you're ready."

Shane took a couple slow breaths, and he adjusted his body a little. Then he nodded. "Just go easy on me."

"Fair enough," Hunter said. He pulled up Shane's legs so the man's ass was in the air. Then he started grinding his hips, moving his dick in and out, giving his bottom a nice sensual experience.

Shane seemed to get more and more relaxed with each thrust. Then he let out the words: "Oh wow...."

"Is it starting to feel good?"

"Yeah... I mean, I've never felt like this before...."

"And we're just getting started. Wait till I get to your prostate."

Shane closed his eyes. His breathing was nice and heavy, and he was starting to moan. I couldn't help thinking this straight boy didn't seem so straight anymore.

Hunter started picking up speed, and Shane didn't stop him. On the contrary, Shane just spread his legs wider. Hunter took that as his cue to start pounding harder.

Shane threw his head back, arched his spine, and curled his toes. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as we'd all hoped. "Oooooooooh yeah...."

By now the other guys were full-on jacking off. Drew was massaging with his balls with one hand while he stroked his shaft with the other. Ryan was going slow, like he was savoring the experience, while Marcos just plain pounded away.

Hunter kept going for about another minute. Then he shifted his body, and he thrust into Shane from a slightly different angle. At first nothing happened, but then he shifted his body again, and Shane immediately responded.

"Wow!" Shane said as his eyes popped open. "Holy shit!"

"You like it?" Hunter asked.

"Oh shit. Do that again!"

"Yeah, that's it," Hunter said. "Now get ready." Then he pounded away from his newfound position.

Shane's eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped the table beneath him. He gasped a few more times, but there was no stopping the inevitable. Finally his body tensed up, and his cum sprayed in all directions.

Drew and Marcos both jumped back. Ryan didn't move fast enough, so he got a splatter of cum on his thigh. Even Chad and I almost got hit.

"Fuck yeah," Hunter said as he went over the edge himself. I could practically see his balls unloading their contents. It seemed to be a full-body experience: Hunter dropped his head down, then lifted it back up, and his legs seemed to wobble a little.

By now Shane had finished shooting. "Holy fuck," seemed to be all he could say.

Hunter was still catching his breath. "You see why we like it?"

"Oh hell yeah," Shane replied. "That was fucking amazing."

Chad took my hand and sat up. "Now," he said, "here comes my favorite part of all."

"What's that?"

"You guys are cool and everything... but this is the dude who really gets me hot." He reached over and gripped my cock.

I was a little embarrassed, but I was so fucking horny, it didn't seem to matter. I'd been holding off for so long, between our watching and edging and everything else, that I was dying for sex with my man. Now the time had finally come.

Chad whispered in my ear. "I love you baby," he said.

I couldn't tell if the other guys could hear, but at that point I didn't really care. I turned my head, locked my lips against Chad's, and pressed my body against his. I put my hand on his dick-- a full-on grip this time, not just a tease-- and I felt the silky wet pre-cum he'd been oozing.

Ryan stepped forward, apparently wanting to join us, but Chad pushed him away. "Easy boy," he said. "I've got a monopoly on this ass. And he's got a monopoly on mine."

"I-I.. yeah, that's cool--"

"You can watch us if you want. The same way we did to you. With this guy, you're guaranteed a helluva show."

My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. I could only imagine how many hormones were flowing through me. The air seemed to blow across my bare skin, which made every square inch of it tingle.

Chad laid me back down on the futon, in the exact same spot where we'd fucked freshman year. I knew we wouldn't last long, but to be honest, I didn't really want to. I couldn't wait to finally make my man cum. "Baby," I said, "just fuck me. I need that dick so bad--"

"At your service," he said. He lubed up my hole and his shaft, and he climbed between my legs. Then he leaned down and kissed me while he entered my ass.

"Oh baby," I gasped. I savored the way his rod opened me up. I felt so complete with Chad inside my body, as if it was all meant to be. It was better than any fetish, any fantasy, or any other guy's cock. My man knew just how to take care of me, and I could only hope I could do the same to him.

Chad started pistoning away, and I felt his hard horny cock slide in and out of me. His deep grunts were music to my ears, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of his skin against mine.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see the other guys jerking off around us. I couldn't distinguish who was who, and at that point I didn't really care. I was totally focused on the man I was with. The man I loved. The man I wanted to pleasure more than anyone else.

Chad kept on kissing me, while I wrapped my arms around his torso. His abs were rubbing against my cock, which sent my nerves into a tizzy. I could smell his sweat, mixed in with his breath, which paired just perfectly with the taste of his spit.

By now my balls were boiling away. That gorgeous ecstatic feeling was coursing through my body. I couldn't wait for it to build to a climax.

Chad adjusted his body, and I felt him hit my prostate. He gave me a powerful jolt, both physically and emotionally, which I could barely even handle. Then he did it again. And again.

"Oh God!" I gasped. "Oh God... oh God... oh GOD!!!" At that point I couldn't hold back. I surrendered to my body, and within a split second, jizz came gushing out of me. I shot all over my chest, then hit myself in the face, and I even saw a few ropes go somewhere behind me.

"Yeah baby," Chad said. "Fuck, I love feeling you cum...."

I heard a loud grunt, and I turned just in time to see one of the other Kap Eps get off. I didn't actually see who it was: I just saw his cock and his hands and a few spots of goo.

Chad's muscles tensed up, and I felt his cock expand inside me. I saw some more cum appear beside us, but I was hardly paying attention. My eyes were fixed on Chad's; I was enjoying his orgasm just as much as he was.

Then, at long last, I felt Chad's juices inside me. His shaft slid in and out of my freshly-lubed hole, and as it did, our bodies made a few slurping sounds. I felt so good, I could barely even move.

It was kind of a trip to think this had been our last time in this house. Considering how long Chad had been living there, we'd done it in his room more times than we could count. But apparently our sex lives had come full circle-- at least to a point.

Chad stayed inside me for a minute or two, but finally he got up. That's when I saw all the messes around us. The other guys were over by the snacks, still naked, with a bunch of stuff strewn in their wake. There was hardly any telling whose cum stains were whose. I could really only identify two: the splooge on my chest was clearly my own, and a few of Chad's drops had leaked out of my ass. But there were quite a few others, and it was anyone's guess which had come from me versus Hunter versus Ryan versus Shane versus Marcos. Not to mention the pool table, where a few used condoms had spilled out their contents. The whole room reeked of cum and lube and who-knows-what-else-- basically the age-old smell of gay sex.

"Wow," I said to Chad. "That really hit the spot."

"That was the idea," he replied.

I was about to say something more, but then we heard a knock on the door. "Are you guys decent?" came a voice.

"No," Hunter said, "but come in."

Luke opened the door and stuck his head inside. "Holy shit," he said. "It looks like a bomb blew in here."

"'Blew' is a good word to use--"

"Listen... I hate to tell you guys, but Brody's out front."

Ryan snorted. "Don't tell me he wants to join us now."

"I don't think so... he looks like he's drunk. And he's pissed."

"Go figure."

Luke pointed to Chad and me. "He asked for you guys by name."

I blinked. I could only imagine what Brody might want from us. "What the hell?"

 

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Chad and I were in no mood to talk to Brody right then. We were still naked, for one thing, and our bodies showed the telltale signs of having just gotten laid. I still had cum on my chest, while Chad's hair was disheveled and his face was flushed. More importantly, we were still basking in the warm sexy afterglow of what we'd just done. The last thing we needed was a buzzkill like Brody.

"That dude can go fuck himself," Chad said. "I'm not going out there."

"I'm not disagreeing with you," Luke said. "I didn't promise him anything. I just said I'd let you know he was here."

I scoffed. "What did he think we were gonna say? After what he did?"

"I get it, dude--"

"Well, I agree with Chad. I've got nothing to say to that shit smear."

"Hey man, fair enough," Luke said. "I'll go tell him. I mean... sorry for interrupting you guys. Carry on." Then he disappeared up the stairs.

Chad and I exchanged glances, then turned to the others. Ryan cracked open a few beers and handed them to us.

"Anyway," Hunter said, "where were we?"

Marcos held up his drink. "Considering what Shane just experienced, I think it calls for a toast."

"Aw c'mon guys--"

"Have fun with this," Drew said as he threw an arm around Shane. "When I first discovered dude sex, I would've loved to have had people cheering me on."

"Well... I guess--"

"And if you still like girls, that's cool too. Hunter knows all about that."

"This is true," Hunter said.

Shane just shrugged. Then he held up his cup, which was full of cranberry juice and cheap vodka. Marcos officially congratulated him, and then we all chugged our drinks.

We spent the next few hours letting Shane pick our brains about man-on-man action. He seemed afraid to ask questions at first, but he gradually loosened up. He admitted he wanted to know the best way to suck a dick. Then he asked about the different ways to do anal, from doggy style to deep impact to spoons to everything else.

At first it seemed like the sky was the limit, but the more we talked, the more we veered off into sensitive subjects. Shane didn't think his family would understand his gay side. Drew admitted he was in the same boat, even though he'd been banging guys for years. Chad wanted to reassure them, but he couldn't avoid the issue of his own dad, along with all his unresolved feelings.

There was also no sugarcoating our fraternity's suspension, and the way it had fucked up a lot of our plans. Though we weren't getting in serious trouble-- at least not individually-- we still had to be out of the frat house that week, so a lot of the boys needed new places to live. It was clearly on everybody's minds, since it came up in conversation over and over.

Chad and I had it relatively easy. Since I had a place of my own, our plan was just to move in together. I wished we could've taken our time with that decision, maybe planned things out a little better, or at least done done that shit on our own terms. But under the circumstances, I couldn't complain too much.

Ryan and Marcos had no real idea what they'd do: they were hitting up family and friends, since as far as they could tell, they'd be crashing on couches for the foreseeable future. The other guys were scrambling too. Shane, Drew, and Hunter were living in the dorms at the moment, but they'd planned to move to the house next semester, so now they were trying to make other arrangements.

All of this made us sober up, in more ways than one. We tried to stay upbeat, but we eventually put our clothes back on. Then we tried to figure out what to do next.

We did have a lot of trash left over from our orgy. We'd gone through a lot of food and drink, not to mention a now-empty lube bottle, the various used condoms, and a bunch of cum-soaked tissues. I made everyone dump that stuff in a bag, and I went to throw it in the dumpster.

When I stepped out back, I saw some bottles in the distance. At first I didn't think anything of them, but then I heard a voice.

"So," Brody said, "you think you're some hot shit?"

A burst of adrenaline shot through me. I turned just in time to see Brody step out of the shadows. He'd apparently been lurking behind the trees.

"Let me guess," he said. "You just... you think you're too good for me, don't you?"

I could tell he was out of it. "Dude--"

"You're a fucking asshole," he said. "I bet you told Hannah and Kaylee to... to call the cops on me?"

"No I didn't. I barely even know them--"

"You're a liar."

"It's the truth. And if girls are calling the cops on you, that's probably saying a lot."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

In the corner of my eye, I saw Chad come to the door. He seemed to have heard something. He took one look at us, pulled out his phone, and started recording.

"Look," I said to Brody, "I don't want any trouble."

"Yeah, that's bullshit."

I held up the trash bag. I was tempted to tell him what was inside, but I decided against it. "Listen dude. Whatever you've got going on with Kaylee and Hannah, it's got nothing to do with me. I've just minding my own business. How about you do too?" I threw the trash into dumpster, and as I did, I saw a flurry of movement.

"Fuck you!"

A skunk scrambled through a hole in the dumpster. "Shit!" I yelled.

"Are you trying to get me kicked out of school?"

I looked up at Brody. "Dude, no, I told you--"

"So you're saying it's all their fault?"

I kept eyeing the skunk. Brody didn't seem to realize that he'd cornered it: the house's wall was on one side, and the A.C. unit was on the other. "Hey man, watch out--"

"You watch out! You think you can talk to me that way?"

I could tell the skunk was riled up. He was hissing and lifting his tail. "Okay listen--"

"No, fuck you! You can't tell me what to do--"

"I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just saying--"

"Saying what?" Brody yelled. "You fucking asshole--"

Splat! I saw a flash of yellowish spray.

"What the fuck?" Brody yelled. He'd clearly gotten hit. He froze for a second, then spun around and lunged for the skunk.

SPLAT! The skunk sprayed again, this time in Brody's face and hair.

"HOLY SHIT!" he screamed as he tried to wipe his cheeks. "What the fuck did you just do?"

The stench suddenly hit me. It was atrocious at close range, even worse than I'd expected. None of the spray had gotten on me directly, but even so, I felt like I was going to hurl.

The skunk ran off and disappeared behind the trees. By now a bunch more Kap Eps were standing by the door; they all seemed to be enjoying the show.

"Don't just fucking stand there!" Brody yelled. "Do something!"

"It'll be all right," Justin said. "That shit isn't toxic."

"Yeah," Mike said. "My dogs have gotten sprayed a few times. If you're lucky, you can get the smell out in... I dunno, a few weeks?"

"Holy FUCK!" Brody tried to get the goo off his face, but he was so drunk that he only seemed to make things worse. He smeared it in his hair, his eyebrows, and even his mouth.

I stepped as far back as I could. My eyes were watering, and I had to shield my sinuses. I pulled up my shirt and held it over my nose.

"Before I forget," Luke said to Brody, "if you want your family's furniture back, it's all yours. You can come get it whenever you want."

"FUCK YOU!" Brody yelled, then stumbled to one side. He caught himself, regained his balance, and ran off as fast as he could.

"Suit yourself."

"Bye now!" Ryan yelled, loud enough for the whole street to hear.

Chad stopped recording and put away his phone. "Wow," seemed to be all he could say.

"What was that you said about karma?" I asked.

"Seriously," Marcos said. "I dunno... do you really think he's gonna get kicked out of school?"

"It depends on what the girls say," Luke replied. "But I'll tell you one thing. I'd love to see him try to explain this to Daddy."

"Hey, we've got it on camera. So if he tries to start shit--"

"Can you imagine him going to the dean while he's reeking of skunk?"

"I bet she'd love that," Hunter said.

I seconded that, and so did Chad. Then Shane and Drew did too, and it turned into a bull-blown toast. As much as I wasn't one for spite, I definitely didn't mind seeing Brody reap what he'd sown. It was a hell of a note to end on for the gang's last night together.

That Saturday we finished emptying the frat house, and Chad hauled his stuff to my place. It was a hell of a lot of work, even though he was just moving a few blocks. It was also really hard to find space for his things. I hadn't considered how we'd suddenly have two sets of everything: two sets of furniture, two sets of dishes, two sets of towels and sheets and so on. We had to make a bunch of choices about what to keep and what to throw out. Most of Chad's stuff was nicer than mine, so when in doubt, we usually went with his.

By the end of that night, we were both so exhausted that we just fell into bed. Except now, for the first time ever, it was our bed. Surrounded by our things. In our place, where we'd be living ourlives together. The reality of it sank in slowly, but the more it did, the better I felt.

I found myself snuggling up to Chad and running my hands across his skin. Part of me felt very adult, but the other part was still anxious. I'd never lived with a significant other, so I had no idea what to expect. True, Chad and I loved fucking each other, and I liked to think we could handle anything, especially after what we'd just gone through. But I couldn't help asking myself: were we kidding ourselves? Would our life together be as sexy as we'd hoped, or would we drive each other crazy? Would we need to work through a bunch of emotional shit, and if so, how?

To be honest, I had no answers to any of those questions. All I could do was take things one step at a time. I just laid there, pressing my body against Chad's, as I slowly fell asleep.

Ironically, despite our big move, we had less than a week there before heading out for the summer. Our first stop was Boston to meet up with my parents; then we'd drive up to Dartmouth from there. But as soon as we got to Boston, I realized this was another plan I hadn't quite thought through. That week just happened to be their Pride Week, and it was also the start of the Cape's tourist season-- which meant a lot of guys were on their way to P-town. Anyone with good gaydar could tell the place was crawling with queens. It would've been great if Chad and I were there by ourselves, but of course it was never that simple.

We were waiting for my parents when we saw a dude on his Instagram. He was scrolling through his feed, checking out a smorgasbord of scantily-clad boys. I had to admit his tastes were an awful lot like mine: he seemed to like jocks in their twenties, most of them with square jaws and tight bubble butts. In a perfect world, I would've loved to give in to my urges, slide my hands down Chad's pants, and have my way with him right there. But as luck would have it, my parents pulled up right then and there.

"Hi sweetie!" Mom said as she jumped out to greet us.

"H-hey," I said. I tried to discreetly hide my boner. "I want you to meet--"

"I know who this is," she said. "I'm so glad to finally meet you in person!"

"Me too."

"Hi guys," Dad said.

We went through the usual greetings, then piled into the car. As soon as we did, I realized Chad might've gotten more than he'd bargained for. My dad, true to form, had rented the cheapest "economy" car he could find. Which meant we had to get super-friendly, and hold our bags on our laps, in what was not much more than a clown car.

"Dad," I said, "did you even look at this car before you got it?"

"Awwww... am I embarrassing you?"

"Omigod--"

"You know, part of my job is to get a rise out of you. I thought maybe now that you have a boyfriend--"

"Dad!"

"Are you saying you don't want to impress him?"

I looked over at Chad. He seemed to think the whole exchange was funny.

"Anyway," Dad said, "if you really want me to, next time I can rent a Ferrari."

"Argh," I said to Chad. "You see what I deal with?"

Chad kept a pokerface. "No comment," he said.

I was about to respond when Mom cut me off. "Before I forget," she said, "I meant to tell you about the hotel arrangements."

"Uh-huh," I said. "What about them?"

"Well, it was my own fault. Apparently if you want a hotel in town, you have to book graduation weekend a year in advance. By the time I started looking, everything was full. But I did find a nice bed-and-breakfast out in the country. So that's where we're staying."

I bit my lip. I had to admit a B&B sounded nice. But again, I would've much rather just gone there with Chad. I wasn't at all keen on my parents being in the mix.

One way or another, Chad took everything in stride. I could tell he was trying to make a good impression, since he was unusually chatty the whole drive to Dartmouth. He seemed to connect especially closely with Dad, with my old man being a lawyer and all.

"Now tell me about this internship of yours," Dad said.

"Oh yeah," Chad replied. "I finally found out I'm in."

"That's fantastic. So you'll be working for Rick Kozlowski?"

"Bob Wheeler."

"Any idea what you'll be doing?"

"I dunno. Probably just grunt work: getting coffee, opening mail, and other stuff no one else wants to do."

"You'll have a great time. Those jobs are a lot more important than you might think. And we all have to pay our dues-- you know my first job at a law firm was just taking dictation?"

"That's cool--"

"And just think of all the connections you'll make. You never know how far they can take you."

I just listened from the back seat and didn't say a word. I was glad to see them hit it off, but I couldn't help thinking Dad had never gotten that excited for me. I knew my new job wouldn't win me points with him; as far as Dad was concerned, I'd just be working at a bar. But Chad seemed to say all the right things, so I just bit my lip and kept my thoughts to myself.

It took us about two hours to get to Hanover, New Hampshire. It was your classic old-school college town: it was tiny and quaint, surrounded by miles and miles of forest. It had a bunch of old brick buildings clustered around a central green, with the Connecticut River flowing past on one side.

When we got to Amy's place, she'd just gotten back from the gym. She was wearing a crop top with leggings that seemed designed to show off her butt. I had to wonder if she'd done that on purpose, since she seemed awfully flirty with Chad. I made a point of putting my hand on Chad's shoulder, just to remind her that he was all mine.

It did trip me out to see these two sides of my life come together, with the man I loved next to the people I'd grown up with. In a lot of ways, it was the first time I'd really let my family see my gayness. We obviously kept things PG-rated, but I'm sure they were under no illusions around what Chad and I did in bed. At the same time, I didn't want Chad to feel like he was on display, like some animal at the zoo, but he seemed fine with it all.

Of course Amy was as forward as ever. She practically interrogated the guy: she asked him all about his background, from his time as a Navy brat to his athletic career to everything else. She even asked him point-blank what he saw in me. I was so embarrassed that I don't even remember how he answered. I just remember how cool he seemed under pressure.