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Cocklust

CHAPTER 26



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? He’s pretty much asking for a sexual harassment charge. If not worse.”

“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 lot 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. Of course 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. Then again, 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 all 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.

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. “That’s all it really boils down to. So I can get with 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. “It’s the old ‘bi-now, gay-later’... and if that works for you, more power to you. 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 was 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?”

“Yeah exactly,” Ryan said. “It’s all right.”

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, I kind of figured that out—”

“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.”

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 on our own 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 know you’re not.” I put my arm around him, and I gave him another kiss; but just then Shane let out a primeval noise.

Shane fell back so he was lying on the table. He seemed to be having a revelation of his own. 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 so 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 said, “in more ways than one.”

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 Freshmen year. I knew we wouldn’t last long, but to be honest, I didn’t really want to. It was time for the grand finale. 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, wiped some of it on his shaft, and 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-lubricated 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 sploodge 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?”



To be continued....
 
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.”

“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.


When I read those words what else could I do? I didn't have a choice! I couldn't defy the basic biological functions you and your story had set off inside me! I did exactly what you had set out to make me and all your other readers do. I spewed my jizz and revelled in the pure pleasure of getting my rocks off! So thanks for that!

I know I missed commenting on Chapter 25 and I'm not going to backtrack to that other than to say I finally got the chance to read it slowly and carefully ... "stroking speed" or "edging speed" I guess are good ways to describe it. And, as always, I wasn't disappointed with your Cocklust.

But I have to say ... oh my fucking god! ... Chapter 26 was one of your most ambitious, most arousing and cum soaked chapters you've attempted. And your efforts really hit the mark.

You bought your boys back together in a truly powerful orgy that showed how they have matured and grown and advanced sexually, while never missing a chance to get my cock to max hard again and again.

Your skilled combination of great chatacters, first-class story telling plus intense sexual reality gets me so fucking hard over and over and over.

I really apologize for being away so long, but life intervenes sometimes. But I am back again and testifying that the volume of cum you brought forth with this chapter is my testement to your talents as a writer of fine erotic literature!

As you write toward the end of this chapter:

“Wow,” I said to Chad. “That really hit the spot.”

I second that and hope you and Chad and Scott make hit my spot again and again and again.

Stay happy. And stay hard!

-- HardReader
 
CHAPTER 27



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 the 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 Kap Eps 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’s 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 our lives 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. 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 to P-town. Anyone with good gaydar could tell the place 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 into 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. But 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 kind of 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.

Eventually Amy said she had to run to the drugstore. She asked me to come along, which seemed like an obvious excuse to talk one-on-one. But I agreed to play along.

As soon as she and I were outside, she leaned into my ear. Then she whispered: “Don’t fuck this up.”

I blinked. I wasn’t expecting that response. “What makes you think I’d fuck things up?”

“Well, you’ve done it before.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake—”

“This man is a catch. You know that, right?”

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on him.”

“Ha!” Amy headed down the street, with me following close behind. “I mean yeah, he’s cute and all... so go figure he’s gay. But no, I’m not getting any ideas.”

“Well good—”

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Let me put it this way,” she said. “I’d kill to have a guy who was that into me. I mean, right now I’d settle for just getting laid.”

I rolled my eyes. Part of me was grossed out, considering she was my sister. But the other part of me knew we’d always had the goods on each other. “You don’t need to put it like that.”

“What... do you want me to act like I don’t have needs?”

“I didn’t say that—”

“Because from what I can tell, my urges aren’t that different from yours.”

“Aw jeez—”

“At least tell me: how’s the sex?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Amy had always been a snoop, but now she was taking it to a whole other level.

“I’m a girl, Scott,” she said. “You don’t think I’ve compared notes with my friends? You should’ve heard me and Rosie, back when I was with Kevin—”

“I’m not Rosie.”

“No shit.” She patted my back as we walked. “But you know what? I’m glad you’re finally having the kind of sex you want.”

“Amy!”

“I could tell Erica wasn’t giving you what you needed. Not that it was her fault... she just wasn’t equipped to.”

“I mean... if you want to put it that way—”

“Does Chad at least go down on you?”

“Omigod—”

“That was my big complaint about Kevin. His dick was great and all, and he seemed to love fucking. But what I really wanted was oral... which he was never into.”

I stopped at a crosswalk. I’d always thought Amy and Kevin were great together, at least publicly. I’d never considered that they might be dissatisfied in bed. “Is that why you broke up?”

“It didn’t help,” she replied. “Don’t get me wrong, I still care about him... we just aren’t right for each other. At least in that department. You know how long we tried to make it work....”

“Yeah,” I said, “I do.”

Amy gave me a pensive look. She feigned a smile, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. Then the light changed, and she headed across the street.

“Anyway,” I said, “if you really want to know, the answer’s yes. Chad and I do go down on each other. Both of us.”

“Do you like it?”

“Well... yeah. It’s awesome. Not just the oral. The fucking is incredible too... along with everything else.”

“If you boys really click like that, then you’re lucky. You’d better appreciate it.”

“I do,” I said. “You know....” Then my voice trailed off.

“What?”

“I haven’t forgotten what you did. That time you saved my ass.”

“You’re my little brother. What’d you think I would do?”

“I know, it’s just... I would’ve been up shit creek without you. I probably would’ve lost him.”

“I told you,” she said, “someday you can return the favor. Except it’ll need to be something different... I’ve never taken naked pictures, unlike you, so you can’t help me there—”

“Thanks Amy. Rub it in.”

“— but if you know some nice guys, you can always send them my way.”

I stopped in front of the drugstore. Whatever else I could say about Amy, she’d always seemed to have her shit together. After all, she was the one about to get an Ivy League degree, not to mention going on to law school. It was weird to hear her confess all this about her love life. “Yeah,” was all I could bring myself to say. “I will.” Then I opened the door, and we both went inside.

I have to be honest and say the sex talk had once again gotten me hard. I tried to hide it in front of Amy, though I’m sure she already knew. Besides, she was clearly pretty horny herself. I caught her checking out some other customers, and my instinct was to roll my eyes, but I forced myself not to. I figured if Amy really wanted some, then I shouldn’t be cock-blocking her; I thought she could do better, but it was her decision to make.

We ended up just buying random crap like mouthwash and stuff. Then we headed back to her place, and we spent the rest of the night hanging out as a family. I kept thinking back to years past, when Kevin used to join us at events like this— and so did Erica, for that matter— except now Chad seemed to be taking on that role. My parents were very welcoming, almost treating Chad like one of us, the same way they’d treated our exes before him. My nagging thought was how Kevin and Erica were obviously long gone, and I could only hope Chad wouldn’t suffer the same fate.

We headed for our B&B around nine o’clock that night. We had to drive quite a distance down a winding country road. I almost thought we were lost, though Dad insisted the GPS was right. Eventually we got to an old saltbox house.

There was no moon that night, but we could see a few fireflies flashing their lights. Chad seemed almost mesmerized. Apparently he’d never seen fireflies before— or at least he didn’t remember them— since I guess they didn’t live in California. I was kind of surprised, considering how they’d been a fixture of my childhood. It was one more reminder of how different our backgrounds really were.

We checked in with a Mrs. Perkins, who apparently ran the place. She was a very sweet lady, a little older, with a paisley blouse and short curly hair. But she was also pretty clueless. She kept apologizing for her rooms having only one bed apiece. Personally, I was dying for some alone time with Chad, so I tried to subtly tell her it was fine. But she seemed to think I was just being polite.

Our room was right next to my parents’. It wasn’t particularly big, but it was charming, with an antique bed, a vaulted ceiling, and even a fireplace. “Woah,” was the only word out of Chad’s mouth.

“Now,” Mrs. Perkins said, “I can bring you a cot if you don’t want to share the bed.”

I didn’t know whether to be offended or not. I tried to pass things off as casually as I could. “It’s okay,” I said, “don’t go to any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable—”

“We’re fine,” Chad said. Then he did something I didn’t expect: he put an arm around me, pulled me close, and planted a wet sloppy kiss on my lips.

I didn’t see Mrs. Perkins’s face, but I’m pretty sure it was priceless. “O-o-o-oh,” I heard her say. “I suppose... well, I mean I see what you mean—”

“Mm,” Chad said as he broke off the kiss. “Anyway, like we said, we’re fine.”

I don’t think Mrs. Perkins knew what to make of that. “Well all right,” she said. “I-I suppose I’ll leave you to it....” Then, without another word, she left the room and closed the door behind her.

I turned to Chad. “You know you didn’t need to do that.”

“I know,” he said, “but I wanted to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Chad made sure the door was locked. Then he slid his hands down the back of my pants, gripped my butt cheeks, and gave me an even more sensual, toe-curling kiss. I tasted his tongue against mine, and I felt his boner press against me.

“Woah,” was all I could say.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve been wanting to do that....”

“Uh-huh.”

“I assume you don’t want your parents knowing how bad I like to defile you.”

“I’m not sure ‘defile’ is the word—”

“You’ve got to admit, compared to them, I’m a bad influence. Look how fucked up my family is by comparison.”

I pulled back a few inches, and I looked into his eyes. “Listen babe—”

“It’s true. Your parents don’t seem to fight. They have regular jobs. No one’s getting in trouble with the law. Your family’s so... I dunno... normal. And I don’t really know how to go about that.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m just saying, I didn’t have the best examples growing up. This is a lot to live up to.”

I wrapped my arms around him. “You’re fine.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“You are,” I said. “We’ll just take this stuff one step at a time. The same way we always have.”

Chad sighed. Then he nodded, leaned over, and kissed me again.

I pulled him tight as we made out. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel inadequate or self-conscious or whatever. On the contrary, I wanted him to know how much he meant to me, in every possible way. I slid my hands inside his shirt, and I ran them up his back.

Chad’s dick responded just the way I’d hoped. His breath got deeper, and he pressed his lips harder against mine. Then he pulled me down on the bed, which let off a loud creak.

“Oh shit,” I said. I was worried my parents could’ve heard.

“It’s okay,” Chad whispered. “They’ll never know the difference... as long as the bed isn’t shaking back and forth.”

“So what do you have in mind?”

“Well... we can keep it quiet,” he said. “When there’s a will, there’s a way.” Then he reached down and undid my pants.

I was going to reply, but before I could, Chad pulled away from my face. He squatted on the floor, then pulled my dick from my underwear. Then, without a word, he got on his knees and started sucking away.

So there I was, getting my dick sucked within earshot of my parents. Or at least so I feared. I let out a little gasp— I couldn’t help it— but otherwise all I heard were the slurps of Chad’s lips on my cock. It did feel really fucking good, especially the way his tongue slide up and down my shaft. And there was no getting around how expertly he played with my balls.

It didn’t take long before my cravings outweighed my nerves. I decided to hell with it, took off my shirt, and threw it aside. My pants were still partly on, but Chad pulled them down till they were mostly down by my ankles. I thrust my hips back and forth, and he responded in kind.

Chad seemed to be loving this as much as I was. He devoured my cock as if his life depended on it. He started touching his crotch with his free hand, but his clothes were still on, so all he could do was tease himself.

“Come on,” I said under my breath. “How about you take that shit off?”

Chad took his mouth off me. He got naked as fast as he could, then dropped to the ground and got on all fours. “I fucking need that dick,” he whispered.

I slid off the bed and crouched behind him. Chad’s ass was so tempting, with his cheeks open wide and his eager boyhole staring right at me. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Please baby,” he said softly. “Don’t make me beg.”

I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against his pucker. I felt his sphincter twitch, then loosen up again. He smelled especially musky that night— having been on the road all those hours— but I wasn’t about to complain. I took a deep breath and let my man’s scent fill my lungs. Then I dove into his crack, massaged his skin with my lips, and forced my tongue inside him.

Chad let out a sigh, and I could tell he wanted to moan, but he bit his lip. He arched his back so his ballsack swung outward. I reached down and started doing what he’d just done to me: I cupped his nuts in my hand, and I rolled them around.

I savored the salty taste of his ass, though the more I lapped it up, the more the flavor seemed to fade. I gradually ran my tongue over a wider and wider area. I made my way down his taint, and I tickled the base of his ballsack. Then I made my way back up to his hole, then back down again, and I took his left nut in my mouth.

“Oh shit,” he said. He still managed to stay quiet, though his voice hissed with intensity. “Fuck me baby... please....”

I reached underneath him and played with his shaft. I stroked him softly at first, then started giving him more and more pressure. As I did, I swiveled his ball around my mouth, then spit it out, then sucked on the other. My face was positioned just right, with my nose lined up against his boyhole, so I started penetrating him in a whole other way.

I could read Chad’s signals well enough that I knew he wanted to groan. I could also tell he was swinging his head around— not that I could see it with my face in his ass, but I knew.

I worked his cock and balls for another minute or two, but my body was very ready for action, and clearly his was too. His ass was so wet that I wasn’t sure it needed lube. But I wanted to be on the safe side, so I reached for our suitcase, pulled out our bottle, and dabbed a few drops on his hole. Then I got myself into position.

“Give it to me,” he murmured so softly that I could barely hear. “I fucking need it so bad....”

I jabbed his cunt with my cockhead. I didn’t do it very hard, just enough to tease him.

Chad didn’t say another word. He just pressed his ass against me, and he forced me inside him. Then he reached back, gripped my thighs, and pulled me in deeper. The next thing I knew, my shaft was buried in his body, and my ballsack was right against his.

I put my hands on Chad’s waist, and I started pumping away. His ass was so fucking tight, and it felt so good on me, and he was clearly relishing my cock. He swiveled his ass around, and he tightened and loosened his sphincter. I couldn’t tell if he was meaning to pleasure me, or meaning to pleasure himself, though he was very much accomplishing both.

With each thrust, Chad seemed to sink lower and lower. Within a minute or two, he was lying flat on the floorboards, with my body pressed on top of him. But he was no passive bottom: he kept on working my dick, and I kept feeling his glutes smack against me. He spread his legs wider, giving me more access to his butt, though he still seemed to want more.

Eventually he couldn’t seem to take it anymore, and he flipped his body over. He managed to do it without ever letting my dick out of his ass. Now he was lying on his back, with his legs in the air and his hard cock pressed between us. Then he pulled me in for a kiss.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled as he ran his lips across mine.

“I love you too....”

“Fuck, your dick is incredible. I can’t tell you enough—”

“You don’t need to,” I whispered, then flicked my tongue against his ear. “That dick’s yours for the taking—”

“Oh yeah, give it to me.”

I sped up my thrusts, and Chad wrapped his arms and legs around me. His dick slid back and forth on my abs, smearing pre-cum as it went.

“Fuck baby. Harder—”

“Like this?” I asked as I rammed into him as quietly yet violently as I could. Chad’s mouth dropped open with pleasure. I could tell he wanted to scream— or at least groan— but he stifled it as well as could be expected.

“Oh God,” he said, “don’t stop... you feel so fucking good....”

I thought he might be getting loud, so I put my hand on his mouth. It only seemed to turn him on that much more. His ass tightened up as his cock gyrated against our bodies. I knew perfectly well what that meant: my man was getting close, and to tell you the truth, so was I.

Chad looked so fucking hot, lying flat on the floor, as submissive as I’d ever seen him. Having to keep him silent was almost part of the fun. I knew how much he loved sex— and especially taking my dick— but I’d never seen him get so into being dominated. The more I asserted myself, the closer he got to cumming. I had to wonder if we’d unlocked a kinky side that we’d never realized was there.

By now my balls were boiling, so I was about to let them blow. I held off as long as I could, and I kept reaming Chad’s ass like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt the pleasure well up in my body, and I finally went over the edge.

Chad let out a moan so powerful that neither of us could fully hold it in. Then I felt his dick twitch as his body convulsed, and his sphincter clamped down on my cock. That was it for me too. Both of our bodies erupted, and we covered each other with warm gooey cum: I glazed him from the inside, while he lathered me on the outside.

“Fuck!” I hissed in spite of myself. I still couldn’t get over how good this felt, and feeling Chad writhe with pleasure only heightened it all. I almost didn’t want to stop, though I told myself we’d have plenty of chances to do this again. Finally I slowed down my thrusts, then stopped and collapsed on top of him. I could feel the cum smearing between us, though at that point I didn’t care.

Chad just laid there for a second, catching his breath. Then he whispered in my ear: “I call that a success.”

I just chuckled. “So you think we were quiet enough?”

“Let me put it his way,” he said. “If that’s how you want to keep me quiet, you can do it any day.”

“Well, if you say it like that....” I kissed him on the forehead. Then I licked my lips, and I pressed my hand firmly over his mouth. “I just might.”



To be continued....
 
I am sorry to be so long in commenting on this story. Please except my apology. I read it back in February and to this day one part in particular sticks in my mind: Your guys making love within earshot of the parents. I remember so well the first time a friend and I did much the same thing, putting ourselves at much the same risks.

Taking chances like that or having sex in a public place or where someone might walk in ... they all make the sex more intense ... at least for me. Some of the best orgasms and biggest orgasms I've ever had involved such risks.

Reading this part had me so intensely and clearly back years ago in that little bedroom next to my hopefully sleeping parents getting my ass fucked so hard. I came so hard and so much that night I remember knowing my mother would never be able to ignore the huge cum spots we left on those poor sheets ...

But lets visit yur friends one mre time as they experience it:

By now my balls were boiling, so I was about to let them blow. I held off as long as I could, and I kept reaming Chad’s ass like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt the pleasure well up in my body, and I finally went over the edge.

Chad let out a moan so powerful that neither of us could fully hold it in. Then I felt his dick twitch as his body convulsed, and his sphincter clamped down on my cock. That was it for me too. Both of our bodies erupted, and we covered each other with warm gooey cum: I glazed him from the inside, while he lathered me on the outside.

“Fuck!” I hissed in spite of myself. I still couldn’t get over how good this felt, and feeling Chad writhe with pleasure only heightened it all. I almost didn’t want to stop, though I told myself we’d have plenty of chances to do this again. Finally I slowed down my thrusts, then stopped and collapsed on top of him. I could feel the cum smearing between us, though at that point I didn’t care.

Chad just laid there for a second, catching his breath. Then he whispered in my ear: “I call that a success.”

I just chuckled. “So you think we were quiet enough?”

“Let me put it his way,” he said. “If that’s how you want to keep me quiet, you can do it any day.”

“Well, if you say it like that....” I kissed him on the forehead. Then I licked my lips, and I pressed my hand firmly over his mouth. “I just might.”


I suspect a. lot of your readers had the same experience to one degree or another.It's just one more example of how the reality and humanity that you bring to this storycontnue to stir emotions and lusty memories deep inside my. Please keep going.

Stay happy. And stay hard. And all you other readers who have been negligent in responding to this story, join me in at leasting taking a minute or two to send a quick comment.
 
I have to add my apologies to HR's. Unlike him, though, this is my first read of this chapter. I saw it pop up in my subscriptions when you first posted it, and remember thinking, "Yes! More from Brian!" Unfortunately, I was pressed for time, and had to dash, making a mental note that I had something to look forward to. As time passed, the more I got distracted. Thank You, HR, for bringing me back with your reply. And, Super Thank You, Brian, for such an awesome story! I love the way you write!

One of your exquisite details was mentioning the lightning bugs. I grew up, and still live around, The Great Lakes. We've got those little flashers, too. I'm not that familiar with California, but I do know all of New England. My family had a little place, on Wellfleet's harbor, out on The Cape. The best time to be out there was just before, or after, "The Season", which could be a madhouse of TOO Many people crammed into not that much territory. And, P-town? No other place quite like it on Earth!

Then there's the SEX! You certainly know how to spark the pilot light, and crank up the flames to a Roar!! *|* (!w!)

Can't wait for More, Please! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Thanks to both of you!

H.R., I’m glad you could relate! I love the image of you getting your ass fucked hard with your parents in the next room. The way you describe it, it reminds me of the time my ex’s mom was away, and we fucked on mama’s bed. I was terrified she could get home early, but it made the sex that much hotter!

Kyanimal, it’s so great to see you pick up on those details! I always want to keep it real. And I’m glad the sex does it for you too!

:gogirl::gaysex:*|*
 
CHAPTER 28


That weekend was a blur of speeches, receptions, and other special events. We also got Skype calls from relatives like Rachel and Todd. Of course Amy was always the star of the show. Mom got kind of weepy at times, and she kept taking pictures left and right. Dad was also worked up, but in a totally different way: he asked a million questions about Amy’s plans for law school, and he offered a bunch of advice that she probably didn’t need.

Don’t get me wrong, we all had a great time. The only problem was that Chad and I were hardly ever alone. We kept wanting to explore the fetish we’d just discovered— maybe try out some bondage or something— but we couldn’t finagle the privacy we needed, at least not without tipping off the others.

It was incredibly frustrating to know Chad’s cock and balls were constantly within reach, yet were almost completely off-limits. I kept thinking of all the things I was dying to do with them, from sucking to fucking to everything else. At one point we walked past a football field; I was dying to pull him under the stands so we could bang each other’s brains out. Then there were all the little parks that were full of secluded spots. For such a small town, it had a lot of possibilities. Chad was clearly thinking along the same lines as I was: his dick kept straining against his pants, and his eyes kept meeting mine.

I do have to say, our stay at the B&B was kind of romantic, my family’s presence notwithstanding. Our room had an almost idyllic view of an apple orchard on one side and a strawberry field on the other. But we hardly ever looked outside, since our bed was so warm and comfortable. It kept creaking whenever we moved, but it did stay quiet when we snuggled, so we kept falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Every morning, when we got up, Mrs. Perkins greeted us with a big home-cooked breakfast. And when I say home-cooked, I mean it was the real deal: the eggs apparently came from her henhouse, and the sausage and bacon came from a nearby farm. Even the maple syrup came from trees out back, which was something I’d never heard of before.

After breakfast was our time to shower. Chad and I always made sure our door was locked; then we stripped down and headed for the bathroom. This was the only time we could properly fool around, and even then we did it quickly and furtively. The last thing we wanted to do was get caught.

I couldn’t help thinking of the first time I’d laid eyes on my man. Our old dorm’s industrial-sized showers were pretty much the opposite of the intimate antique fixtures we had here. Even so, Chad looked almost exactly the way I remembered, with his balls swinging between his legs, the water dripping from his dick, and the stream coming off his skin. I thought of how I’d originally fantasized about fooling around with him. Not only had my fantasy come true, but our relationship had gotten to the point that shower sex almost seemed tame.

That Sunday in particular, we lingered longer than we probably should have. I couldn’t help it: I fucking loved feeling Chad’s dick against my thighs. I also relished making out with him, even when it meant getting shower spray in my face. My absolute favorite was when our cocks rubbed together, and I could reach down and service both of us with one hand.

“Fuck yeah,” Chad was saying between kisses. “Your dick feels so fucking good....”

I pressed his body against the wall, and I used my free hand to pin his arms above his head. “Do you want it?” I asked.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “You’re driving me crazy....”

“That means I’m doing my job,” I replied. “Remember, this is supposed to be a quickie.” With that, I tightened my grip as I stroked both of our cocks.

“Mm baby....”

“Just think of what we’ll get to do later. When we’re really alone.”

“I can’t wait....”

I sped up my strokes. Chad’s body seemed to melt against the tile; he was clearly enjoying the ride. I could feel his dick getting bigger, which of course made me harder and harder— if that was even conceivable.

“Oh yeah,” seemed to be all he could say. “That feels so fucking good....”

“Then cum for me,” I said. “I want to see you fucking shoot.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before....”

“Don’t argue with me,” I said as I slid my lips across his cheek.

“Oh fuck,” he said, “I’m so close....” And without another word, Chad closed his eyes, dropped his jaw, and started to cum.

I felt his first shot hit my pubes. Then I shifted my hand a little, and the next few jets hit my bellybutton. I hadn’t expected him to get off that fast, though I wasn’t about to complain. I kept going till his orgasm ended; then I let go of his dick and started pounding myself. I just thought of the sexiest things I could, most of which entailed Chad getting pounded into submission. Finally I let out a gasp, and I splooged all over his abs.

“Yeah,” Chad said, “that’s so fucking hot.”

I kissed him again, and I pressed his body harder against the wall. Our cocks jousted against each other at first; then they settled into place, lying perfectly side by side. “So,” I said, “are you still hungry for more?”

Chad put his hands on my ass. His dick was still as hard as a rock. “Do you really need me to answer that?”

“Well good,” I said as I kissed him again. “If we’re lucky... maybe we can get a chance later.”

Chad’s dick responded in kind. “We’d better,” he said. Then we made out for another minute longer, while the warm water poured all over us.

We didn’t want to get dressed, but we knew we didn’t have a choice. Commencement was at nine o’clock that morning. Mom had made clear that she wanted us looking our best, with dress clothes, ties, and everything. So we put ourselves together as best we could, and we met my parents downstairs. Mom kept fussing over us as we headed into town.

As we expected, the Dartmouth campus was crawling with people, and caps and gowns were everywhere. We still found Amy pretty easily. She was sporting a bunch of decorations, since she was graduating summa cum laude, plus she’d been involved in lots of organizations. But she kept downplaying it, as if she was used to that kind of recognition.

“I’m so proud of you,” Mom said. “Here, I want a picture. With all of us this time.”

“You want me to take it?” Chad asked.

“Sweetie,” she said, “I want you in it too!”

Chad and I exchanged glances. Sweetie? I thought. Mom had only ever used that word with Amy and me; she’d never used it with anyone we’d dated. I didn’t mind her talking to Chad that way— far from it— but it definitely caught me off guard. I kept thinking of how my parents had only really known the guy a few days; after all, I’d just come out to them barely six months before. The idea of having a gay boyfriend, at least publicly, was still pretty new.

Anyway, Mom tapped a random guy and handed him her phone. We all clustered around Amy and smiled at the camera. I felt Chad’s arm wrap around my hip, while I put my arm around his shoulders. The random guy snapped the picture and captured the moment for posterity.

The ceremony that followed was exactly what you’d expect. The band played a lot of processionals, some more original than others, while long lines of people marched across the green. A bunch of speakers stepped up to the podium and offered platitudes about life. And of course the graduates walked across the stage.

I have to admit, there were times when my mind definitely wandered. I thought of the honor cords around Amy’s neck, and how I could use them to tie up Chad’s body. I also imagined using Chad’s necktie as a leash, or maybe as a whip. I could even pour that tasty homemade syrup on his skin, then lick it off— or I could make Chad do it to me. The possibilities seemed endless, at least in my mind.

Chad leaned into my ear. “Down boy,” he whispered.

I looked down and realized how hard I’d gotten. With the nice pants I was wearing, my boner’s outline was on full display. I felt a wave of embarrassment, and I looked at my parents; but they didn’t seem to notice, since their eyes were fixed on the stage. I tried to act casual, and I re-positioned my dick as nonchalantly as I could.

It was a good thing we’d fooled around that morning, because if we hadn’t, I’m sure I would’ve had blue balls that day. And it turned out we weren’t the only ones in that boat.

When the festivities ended, Amy took me aside the first chance she got. “Listen,” she said, “aren’t you all over social media?”

“I... I mean, I dunno about that—”

“I thought you said you’d been on Tinder.”

“Not Tinder,” I said. “But I guess I know how it works, more or less, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Well... can you look at my profile? I want it to get more attention.”

I frowned. “Are you sure you should be asking me? Considering I’m your gay brother—”

“You know how many guys will be partying tonight? And how many are just in town for the weekend?”

“Wait a minute... are you saying you just want a hookup?”

Amy tried to shush me. “Don’t say it like that—”

“I just didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“I told you, I’ve got needs the same as you do. The difference is, you’ve already got a man. You can do whatever you want with him—”

“Not with Mom and Dad around.”

“I’m just saying... can you just look at it? Please?”

“Hm,” I said. I still wasn’t keen on the idea, though I had to admit Amy had helped me when I needed her. And it was true I’d promised to return the favor someday.

Amy handed me her phone, and I opened the app. She’d set up her profile exactly the way I’d expected. She was using the same picture as on Facebook— and frankly it looked like it belonged on LinkedIn. Her bio was also as straight-laced as could be; she almost couldn’t have been blander if she’d tried.

I looked over my shoulder. The others were still out of earshot, though they seemed to be heading our way. “Okay, tell me truth,” I said. “Do you want a relationship, or do you just want to get laid?”

“I mean....”

“You’ve got to be clear on that stuff. Guys don’t want to have to read between the lines. We get confused by all those signals and shit.”

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m an idiot.”

“Well, you asked.”

“Scott, for crying out loud—”

“It’s true. Do you want my help or not?”

She sighed. “Yeah I guess....” But before she could say anything more, the others walked up.

“Hey guys,” Dad said. “Now who’s hungry?”

Amy put on a fake smile. “You know, I just got a text from my girlfriends,” she said. “They want to have a girls’ night out... being our last night in town.”

“Oh,” Dad said. “We were hoping to spend that time with you too—”

“It’s fine,” she replied. “If it really matters that much, I can meet you guys for breakfast tomorrow. Or lunch. Or whatever.”

“Well... I guess that’s true.” Dad was clearly disappointed, but he didn’t seem to realize what Amy was doing. I just bit my lip as discreetly as I could.

It did feel weird to cover for Amy like this. Admittedly we’d done a lot of the same stuff in high school. But I couldn’t help thinking of my slut phase and the problems it had caused. Granted, a hookup didn’t constitute a slut phase, but still: I didn’t want her to make the same mistakes I’d made.

Amy ended up heading out while the rest of us— Mom, Dad, Chad, and me— went to a restaurant near campus. I kept hoping my parents would go use the restroom or something. It wasn’t till halfway through the meal that Chad and I had a moment alone. I seized the chance to tell him what was up.

Chad didn’t seem the least bit surprised. “Good for her,” was his immediate response.

“Is that all you’ve got say?”

“Well... if she really means this stuff, she should look at your profile too. I mean as an example.”

“What profile? You mean Grindr?”

“I mean yeah, if she wants to meet guys—”

“I-I... I’m not exactly proud of that shit—”

“I’m not thrilled about it either,” he said. “But you’ve gotta admit, your profile did what it was supposed to... getting you laid, I mean. And it pulled it off without being X-rated... unlike some of the other stuff we’ve done.”

I looked in Chad’s eyes. Part of me was flattered that he felt that way, though I wasn’t sure what he was really after. Was he trying to show me off? Or did he have some other motivation? I kept worrying it could blow up in our faces, in any number of ways....

“Anyway, it’s up to you,” Chad said. “I’m just saying.”

I pulled up my old Grindr profile. “Well....” I was about to say something more, but then I saw Mom step out of the bathroom. I fumbled with my phone as fast as I could; I took a quick screen shot, and I texted it to Amy.

“Oh boy,” Mom said. “Is this how it’s going to be nowadays? With you always on your phones?”

I shoved my phone back in my pocket. “No,” I said, “I was just checking something.”

“Like what?”

“The weather,” I said. “It’s supposed to be nice in San Diego.”

“I thought it was always nice down there.”

I shrugged. “Compared to back home, almost anywhere is nice.” I felt a buzz in my pocket, and I knew Amy was texting me. But at that particular moment, I didn’t dare check what she’d said.

“I suppose that’s true,” Mom was saying. “So about this job you’ll be doing out there....”

“What about it?”

“Tell me again what you’ll be doing?”

“Probably just waiting more tables.”

“But Scott... do you really think that’s right for you?” She looked around nervously as Dad came back to the table. “Of all the options to choose from... I mean I’m sure you want to explore finally being out of the closet—”

“Oh come on,” I said. I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “If you don’t want me working at a gay bar, just... I dunno, just say so.”

Mom was quiet at first. She looked at Dad, then looked back at me. “Well... I don’t know what goes on at those places. I just wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Seriously? What do you think is going to happen?”

“Well... you know....”

“What?”

By now Mom was practically squirming. “Don’t people, I dunno... go there for sex?”

“It’s not a bathhouse,” I said. “It’s just like any other bar. Except it caters to gay guys. A lot of people are just there to hang out.”

“Well....” I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Mom had always been a liberal, but now her politics seemed to butt up against her maternal instincts. “I just want you to be safe.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom.” I saw our waiter head toward us. “I’ve been doing this stuff for months. I think I can handle myself.”

Mom pursed her lips but didn’t say a word. She just leaned back as the waiter set down our check. Then she picked up her purse, pulled out her credit card, and set it down.

I kept wanting to check my phone, but I forced myself not to. I told myself that whatever Amy had to say, I’d need to read it in private. It wasn’t till we got to the B&B that I finally saw her message.

Holy shit, it read. This explains a lot!

I rolled my eyes when I read that. I was tempted to write her back: What does it explain, exactly? But before I typed it out, I saw another message come through.

Wish me luck, Amy wrote. Here I go.

It was hard for me to gauge what Amy really meant. Was she just updating her profile? Or had she already met a guy? Then again, part of me didn’t want to know. I just sent her a few emojis, and I left it at that.

Chad and I were both exhausted, so we just plopped into bed. I wrapped my arms around him, but Chad didn’t respond. Within a minute or two, he was letting out a loud snore.

I was about to nod off myself, but I kept imagining my sister getting reamed at that moment. Part of me was grossed out, though if I was being honest, I would’ve loved to be getting reamed myself. I visualized Chad’s thighs and the way they could thrust in and out of me. Then there was the look on his face, the way his hair would whip back and forth— either with or without sweat— and the way his tendons and blood vessels stood out on his neck. Best of all was the feeling of his fuck muscle opening me up... and that’s the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, both Chad and I woke up with massive throbbing boners. We wanted to take care of them— maybe through a quick jerkoff sesh, or frottage, or whatever— but we just didn’t have time.

When we met up with Amy, she was in an unusually good mood. I didn’t need to ask why, nor did I particularly want to. I was more than a little jealous, though I tried not to let it show. I kept looking at Chad, and I told myself we’d have plenty of chances to fuck around ourselves. By that point, it was just a matter of hours till we’d have some real private time; and I practically had a countdown clock in my head.

After lunch, we all went our separate ways. Amy was driving to New York, with all her stuff in tow, to move in with a friend. The rest of us were headed to Logan Airport: Mom and Dad were flying home, while Chad and I were jetting off to California. It was weird saying goodbye to my folks while staying practically arm-in-arm with Chad. Though I wasn’t exactly complaining.

“You know,” Chad said when we were alone at our gate, “I had a good time this weekend. Your family’s really cool.”

I couldn’t help flinching a little. I didn’t want to think about them at that moment. “Please tell me they didn’t turn you off.”

“Not exactly... I actually learned a lot.”

“What are you talking about? Learned what?”

“Well for one thing... now I know where you get that head bob of yours.”

“Say what?”

“That thing you do with your neck.” He made a weird nod. “Your dad does the same thing.”

“I don’t do a head bob.”

“Yeah you do. It’s one of your patented moves. But it’s okay: it’s cute.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I wanted to say something in response, but I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I just sat back, crossed my arms, and forced myself not to bob my head— at least in front of Chad.

Our actual flight was uneventful, except I was dying for action, and I wasn’t sure I could wait till we landed. I’d heard talk of the Mile-High Club, and I figured now was an ideal time join it. I kept imagining the two of us crammed in the lavatory— which I knew had barely enough space for one person— with our bodies doing all kinds of acrobatics. I might brace myself against a wall, while Chad made use of those handrails. As long as we could gyrate our bodies, I thought, we could fuck in almost any position we wanted. Lord only knows where we might shoot our loads, though at that particular moment, it was the least of my concerns.

One way or another, we never went through with that idea. Throughout the whole flight, either people were lining up in the aisles, or drink carts were blocking our path, or there was some kind of turbulence. One of our flight attendants was very clearly gay, and I figured we’d need to be careful around him; I wouldn’t want him to know what was up. I just stayed on my best behavior, and Chad did the same.

We got to San Diego that evening, at least by California time. Our body clocks were completely off, which made us want to go to bed that much more. Chad’s brother was out of town, apparently visiting his dad. But we were pretty much obliged to have a drink with his mom, who made sure to point out the picture she’d put up.

“Woah,” was Chad’s immediate reaction. His mom had framed the photo Seth had taken of us a few months before. It showed us in front of the Capitol, with my arm around Chad’s waist, while Chad sported an affectionate grin on his face. All of this was on full display alongside the Collins family photos.

“I thought you looked great in this,” Linda said. “I hadn’t forgotten what you said to me before.”

“I guess,” Chad replied.

“What do you think, Scott?”

“I-I....” To be honest, I didn’t know how to respond. I’d assumed our families were pretty much opposites, yet this was something my own mother could’ve done. I didn’t want to complain, but I couldn’t help wondering what Linda was really up to. Was she trying to show how supportive she was? Or did she have something else up her sleeve? “It looks great,” was the only thing I ended up saying.

Eventually we excused ourselves and retreated to Chad’s room. We were so tired that we hardly bothered unpacking; we figured there’d be plenty of time for that later.

I was tossing our bags in Chad’s closet when a shelf caught my eye. The back corner of the closet was filled with sporting equipment, from basketballs to catcher’s mitts to rappelling equipment... and I couldn’t help noticing a long nylon rope.

I stepped back and looked around. At that moment Chad was in his underwear, standing over his bathroom sink, busily brushing his teeth. I couldn’t help thinking we finally had the privacy we’d been craving: his mom’s room was on the other side of the house, and with his brother gone, there seemed to be no one within earshot. I stared at Chad’s backside, which looked particularly scrumptious at that moment. My dick started to twitch, and my mouth watered at the possibilities. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold back.

I took off my belt, but I made extra sure to keep it out of Chad’s view. I walked up behind him, and I pressed my body against his, as if I was giving him an affectionate hug.

“Woah,” Chad said as he spit out his toothpaste. “Is brushing my teeth all that sexy?”

I didn’t answer. I just pressed my cock against his buttcrack. It wasn’t exactly skin on skin— we still had fabric between us— but it made me want him that much more. Then I dropped my belt around his neck, slid the end through the buckle, and tightened it up.

“Oh shit,” he said. “Are you doing what I think you are?”

“Just shut up,” I said. I basically had my man on a leash. I gripped the belt and headed for the bed; and as I did, I grabbed the rope from the closet. Chad followed obediently behind me. “Now lie down,” I said.

Chad did as he was told. I fastened the belt to his headboard. Then I took the rope, wrapped it around his wrists, and I tied them down as tight as I could. After that, I pulled off his underwear, and his hard dick came bouncing out.

I ran the rope to Chad’s feet, and I tied his ankles to the footboard. Now I had him where I wanted him: spread-eagled, supine, barely able to move. Yet I was still clothed and in total control. The thought of it was enough to send my blood pumping. “Now,” I said, “you’re gonna be my bitch.”

“Oh fuck....”

“How bad do you want this cock?”

“You know I do.”

“That’s not what I asked. You need to fucking beg for it.” I could tell we were both outside our comfort zones, but in a way, that’s what made it that much hotter. And it didn’t hurt that all those hormones had built up in our bodies. I was so fucking randy, I could barely hold back.

“Your dick is so sexy... I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

“Follow my fucking instructions.” I took the loose end of the rope, and I whipped Chad with it. His body jerked as he let out a shriek. “I’m not gonna tell you again.”

“Aw baby... I’m dying for that dick....”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” he said, “I haven’t had my ass plowed in days....”

“Yeah, well, neither have I. And I’m the one who’s calling the shots.” I stripped off my shirts, pants, and underwear, till I was as naked as he was. Then I climbed on top of Chad’s body. As I did, I felt a hint of hesitation; after all, we’d never agreed on any ground rules around this. We had no safe words, no hard limits, no nothing. Neither of us had tried BDSM before, at least not really, so we didn’t have a feel for how it worked. But I could tell Chad wanted this; his boner told me all I needed to know. I slid my bare body against his, got on all fours, and stuck my bare ass in his face. “Eat my hole.”

Chad could barely move his head, but it hardly seemed to matter. I pressed my ass back against him, till I was practically smothering him. I couldn’t see his expression of course, but I could definitely feel his tongue against my butt. He teased me a little, flicking his tongue against my skin; then he zeroed in on my cunt. I felt his lips on my crack, and the next thing I knew, he went to town on my ass.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I struggled to keep my bearings. “Keep on doing that shit.”

Chad couldn’t respond, at least in any conventional way, since his mouth was full and his limbs were tied up. But I could see his cock throbbing with blood, just inches from my face. I was tempted to suck him, but I forced myself not to. I figured if Chad wanted to be my bitch, then for shit’s sake, I was going to let him.

I didn’t have time to think about it though, because just then, I felt Chad penetrate my boyhole. His tongue forced me open as his warm flesh went inside me. “Aw fuck....”

“Mm,” seemed to be all he could say.

I swiveled my hips around, basically gyrating my ass. I made him service both sides of my crack, and then I made him lick my taint. My nerves tingled as he did it. I almost wanted to make him suck my balls, but then I decided against it. Instead, I just spent a few minutes enjoying the ride. Then I got up and reached for our lube.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” he asked.

“I’m gonna do what I feel like,” I said. I poured some lube on my fingers, then smeared it on his shaft. Then I put a few drops on my pucker.

“Oh shit,” he said. His voice trembled with anticipation.

I climbed back on top of Chad, except this time my body faced his. Then I leaned down and kissed him. “Now,” I said, “prepare for me to be a bossy fucking bottom.” Then I reached behind me, took his dick in my hands, and guided it inside me.

“Fuck,” he said between kisses, “you’re so tight....”

“That’s your fault,” I said. “You’re the one who didn’t service me properly—”

“What was I supposed to do?”

I slapped his torso. “Don’t argue with me.” Then I smacked him again, harder this time, and I felt his cock twitch in response.

“Aw baby....”

“Your dick is mine now,” I said. “You’ll do with it what I tell you.” Then I slammed my ass against him, ramming his rod deep inside me. My innards fucking loved it: my sphincter clamped down on his shaft, and it didn’t seem to want to let go. I was tempted to touch myself, but in that state, I didn’t really need to.

Chad tried to thrust his hips, but with his body tied down, there was only so much he could do. He just strained against the ropes and let out deep breaths. He seemed happy to let me be in charge.

I kept on riding his cock, and I savored every moment of it. I loved seeing this manly man reduced to a quivering sub. I especially loved teasing him; I knew he wanted to bottom, but I wasn’t about to let him. Not till I was through with this guy.

Chad’s dick kept sliding in and out of me. At one point it almost popped out, but I shifted my ass, caught his mushroom tip, and sent it back where it belonged— all without using my hands.

“You like being my boy toy?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yeah....”

“Then show me,” I said. “Fucking cum.”

“Baby—”

“Don’t argue with me,” I said, and I whipped him with the rope. By now he was showing some pretty good welts.

Chad’s dick felt like it was growing. I shifted my body a little, and I aimed his nozzle at my prostate. Finally our organs connected, and I felt a wave of pleasure. Then another wave. Then another.

“Open your mouth,” I said. “And stick out your tongue.”

Chad obeyed without batting an eye. He just laid there while I bounced up and down on top of him.

Finally I grabbed myself and brought myself over the edge. My body shuddered as I felt my muscles tense up. Then I aimed my cock as best I could, just before a bunch of globs shot out of me.

The first rope hit Chad on the cheek, and some of it landed on his ear and his hair. The second rope hit its target, with most of it going right in his mouth. Then a few more splatters went every which way.

Chad moaned with pleasure as he licked the cum off his lips. Then he tensed up himself. “That’s my boy,” I said.

“Fuck,” he gasped as I felt him bust in my chute. His body was trying to move, but the ropes kept him firmly in place. His tendons went fully taut, stayed there for a minute, then slowly relaxed.

I kept riding his dick for a few moments longer. Then, when I was sure he was done, I got up off his rod. As I did, I felt a glob of cum drip from my hole. “Now,” I said, “I want you to clean this shit up.”

“What?”

My dominant instincts took over. I turned around and shoved my ass in Chad’s face. “You just made a mess,” I said. “Fucking lick that shit up.”

I thought Chad might hesitate, but he didn’t. He dove right in and vacuumed my hole with his mouth. I relished the feeling of his lips against my flesh. I took a deep breath, tightened my sphincter, and finally released it.

Eventually I got up and moved to the side. Chad’s face was smeared with both of our loads. “That’s a good boy,” I said.

Chad swallowed. “Holy fuck.”

“I bet that ass still wants to get plowed....”

“Oh fuck yeah....”

I licked my lips, then loosened some of the ropes. Chad’s feet came free, but I made him put his legs in the air. Then I tied his feet to his headboard, just inches right from his hands. In that position his ass was in the air, and his boyhole was staring right at me. I was tempted to kiss it, but I didn’t.

“Come on and fuck me,” he said.

I slapped both of his butt cheeks at once. “Haven’t you learned how this works?” I asked. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

Chad’s dick responded exactly the way I expected. He’d stayed pretty hard this whole time, but now he was hornier than ever. I just stared at his package at first; I wasn’t sure if I was teasing him, or really teasing myself, or a combination of both.

Finally I reached for the lube, smeared some on his pucker, and put the rest of it on my shaft. Then I got in position behind him.

“Oh baby... fucking do it....”

I was tempted to smack him again, to remind him who was in charge. But the truth was, I wanted this just as much as he did. I finally gave into my urges and slid my cock in his ass.

“Oh shit,” he gasped. I could feel his muscles spasm a little. He almost looked like he was in pain, but then he looked in my eyes, and he signaled for me to keep going.

I didn’t go easy on the guy. I knew how strong he was, and I knew he could take my dick like a champ— and most importantly of all, I knew how badly he needed it. I pounded him as hard and as fast as I could. The bed practically bounced up and down, and the rope kept snapping with tension. My muscles few back and forth, and my breaths got shorter and shorter.

Chad’s body quaked with every impact. His mouth hung open, but no sound came out of it. His neck and limbs kept pulling against their restraints. But they could still hardly move.

I reached down and jacked him off while I fucked him. I knew I didn’t need to, since I could’ve gotten him off through prostate play alone. But Chad had been an awesome sub, so I wanted to pleasure him every way I could.

“Oh shit,” he said. “You’re gonna make me cum again....”

“That’s the fucking idea.”

Chad’s breaths got deeper and deeper as his climax got closer and closer. Then he let his orgasm take over; his ass tightened up, his dick spasmed in my hand, and his cum splattered all over his abs.

“Atta boy,” I said as I slowed down my thrusts.

Chad was quiet for a moment. He seemed to be trying to catch his breath. Then he finally cleared his throat. “Jesus,” he said, “that was fucking incredible....”

I pulled out of his ass. “I figured you would like that.” Then I reached over, released the belt around his neck, and untied the ropes.

“Say... how’d you learn to tie knots like that?”

“The Boy Scouts,” I said. “I got a fucking merit badge for that. Though I always wondered if I’d ever use it in the real world.”

“I guess now you have your answer.”

“I’m not sure that’s what the Boy Scouts had in mind.”

Chad ran his newly-free hand across my chest. “Aren’t you gonna cum too?”

“I got off earlier. Remember?”

“You know what I mean,” he said. “If you’re gonna go for a second round, you might as well finish....”

“Sounds like you have something in mind.”

Chad didn’t reply, at least not verbally. He just looked at my cock, and he put his hands on my thighs. Then, without a word, he guided my penis into his mouth.

“Ooh,” I gasped. “Yeah baby....”

Chad had no problem sucking the dick that had just been inside him. He blew me with the same fervor, same intensity, and same flair he always had. If anything, it was hotter this time, and more intimate than ever.

I felt a wave of pleasure I didn’t expect. My balls had started boiling a lot sooner than I’d thought. I signaled to Chad that I was close, but he kept right on going without missing a beat. My nerves tingled more and more, till finally it was time. “Oh yeah!” I yelled as I shot in his mouth.

“Mm,” Chad said as he slurped up my cum. He kept sucking till my spasms died down.

I pulled back and looked down at Chad. “Fuck,” I said, “that was awesome.”

I expected Chad to swallow, but he didn’t. He just laid there with his mouth hanging open. I could see my wad quivering on his tongue.

“Are you not gonna drink it?” I asked.

Chad shook his head, which sent my load sloshing around his mouth. Then he did something I didn’t see coming: he pulled me in for a wet sloppy kiss. He caressed his skin against mine, and he breathed hard against my cheek. I could smell both of our butts on his lips, along with the familiar taste of Chad’s juices. He teased me for a second, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and fed me my own cum.

The salty flavors poured across my taste buds. This turned me on a lot more than I’d expected. It seemed to take our sex lives to a whole new level, where our bodily fluids could mix in new creative ways. I had to fight the temptation to swallow; I forced myself to gather my man milk and feed it back to Chad.

“Yeah,” he gasped as he seemed to get more and more passionate. His grip kept getting tighter and tighter. I could tell his mouth was watering: when he passed the load back to me, it had turned into quite the mouthful.

We kept making out like that for a while, serving that nut back and forth, almost like we were playing tennis with it. It was our first time really snowballing, and I could already tell it wouldn’t be the last. Eventually we just locked our mouths together, so the cum could flow freely between us, and we both swallowed at once.

“Fuck,” Chad said when we broke off the kiss. “I needed that so bad.”

“Me too,” I replied. I laid back and put my arm across his chest. “You know... maybe next time we can even take it further.”

“How so?”

“Well... maybe a few more restraints. Or some other toys.”

“I’ll leave that up to you,” Chad said. “You’ll have more access to that stuff, working at a gay bar and all.”

“You should talk,” I replied. “If you’re working for a congressman... you never know what he’ll have in his closet.”

“Oh jeez—”

“It’s true. Remember what Tony said?”

Chad made a slight eye roll, but then he shook his head and snuggled up to my body. “All I know is,” he said, “this should be one hell of a summer.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I just looked down and surveyed our bare sweaty bodies. Then I gave him one more kiss as I tried to figure out what might happen next.



To be continued....
 
CHAPTER 29



My first few days working for Thaxter went just as I’d expected. I had to do everything from bussing tables to taking orders to running cards, basically the same work I’d been doing before. The main difference was the atmosphere, which of course was very gay. Thaxter wanted to cater to every kind of mo, from leather bears to drag queens to everything in between. It made for a hell of a work environment. Some guys were so over-the-top that they made me feel completely straight by comparison.

Every day we went through the same basic drill. For the first few hours after we opened, we’d mostly serve guys who were just there to hang out. The later it got, the more you’d start seeing couples on dates, or bigger groups of friends coming to party. The rowdiest time of all was late at night, when we’d have strip shows and other special events, which brought the horny drunks out of the woodwork. They kept making passes at each other, and at the performers, and at us staff. By the time we closed every night, we were always exhausted.

It wasn’t long before Thaxter asked me to help out behind the bar. I hadn’t really expected that, since I was so new; but he was stretched thin and I wasn’t about to complain. The part that made me nervous was how many of the bartenders worked shirtless. They did it voluntarily, and I’d been in enough gay bars to know this wasn’t unusual. I liked to think I was in good shape, though I wasn’t sure how my body stacked up to the go-go dancers, strippers, and other ripped guys around me. Still, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I might as well try to fit in. Sure enough, on my first shift working topless, I got way better tips. I also got a few catcalls, which I didn’t know how to take. Part of me was flattered, though part of me was grossed out; the most aggressive guys were usually the slimiest. To say nothing of the fact I was taken.

When I did have time off, I naturally wanted to spend it with Chad. But it turned out to be easier said than done. Since Chad worked at a congressional office, he mostly had to operate on Washington time, which was three hours ahead of San Diego. He had to get up early every morning, at an hour when I was always asleep. If I was lucky, he might get home before I had to leave for my shift, but most days we missed each other. He was mostly only free late at nights and on weekends— which was right when I had to work. By the time I got home, he was invariably in bed.

I usually ended up jacking off in the bathroom. It wasn’t ideal, but under the circumstances, I knew I needed a release. I didn’t want Chad to feel guilty or whatever, so I made sure to cover my tracks. I forced myself to stay quiet: I just sat on the toilet while I pounded my pud. I tried to cum as fast as I could, to avoid any suspicion. Then, after I finished, I brushed my teeth and went to bed. I usually snuggled up to Chad’s unconscious body, though I had to be careful: sometimes my dick was still hard, so I had to make sure he wouldn’t feel it. Then I held him tight as I drifted off to sleep.

I found myself counting the hours till Saturday and Sunday mornings. I knew I’d be tired then, since the nights before were the busiest times of my week. But I almost didn’t care, since those were main times we could really be together. I was determined to make the most of them, so I swore we’d fuck each other’s brains out. I couldn’t help wishing we’d brought our sex toys with us— we’d left them at our apartment— but I told myself we’d make do. After all, I thought, we could still experiment any number of ways. It was just too bad that we always seemed rushed.

“Hey,” Thaxter said. “Earth to Scott.”

I blinked and turned around. I was standing behind the bar, but at that particular moment, we just had a trickle of customers. “O-oh sorry,” I said.

“Is something on your mind?”

“No, it’s cool,” I replied. I didn’t want to tell him I was thinking of sex with my boyfriend.

“Uh-huh,” Thaxter said. He paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. “You know, as quiet as it is, you should probably clock out. At least for now.”

“Okay sure,” I replied. I wasn’t thrilled at that thought, since I needed all the money I could get. But then again, this was part of what I’d signed up for, and Thaxter did warn me about this beforehand. I suspected the business would pick up later, so I didn’t want to venture too far. I just retreated to the private parts of the building.

I ended up browsing through the backstage areas, which were full of all sorts of props. A lot of them were just random knickknacks, but some of them did pique my interest. I found a bunch of masks and blindfolds, along with collars and leashes. I also went through a trove of cock pumps, nipple clamps, hog ties, and other paraphernalia. Some of these things I didn’t even recognize; I assumed they were used for something kinky, though I didn’t know what.

I picked up a chest harness, held it in my hands for a minute, then slid it over my shoulders. Since I was already shirtless, the metal buckles felt cold against my skin, at least for the moment. I adjusted the straps till they were tight across my pecs. Then I picked up a collar and fastened it around my neck. Finally I looked in a mirror and turned my body around.

I had to admit, it was a helluva sight. Up until recently, I’d never imagined myself dressing like that. It was so out there, so stereotypically gay, that I’d never thought it might be up my alley. At the same time, I was kind of tempted to go back behind the bar in that outfit, just to gauge the reaction I might get.

I also considered taking these toys home to Chad, so we could explore our kinky sides some more. I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I figured I’d need to keep it secret from Thaxter. It was hard to gauge tell if it was really worth the risk. After all, Chad and I had some pretty incredible sex one-on-one, without any special gear at all. The add-ons were really just icing on the cake. At least that was my opinion, though I realized Chad had as much to say about it as I did.

I was trying to decide what to do when I heard some voices nearby. I took off the harness, along with the collar, and I tried to sneak away. But I’d just gone a few steps when I heard the words: “Oh fuck yeah.” Then: “hey Mason, look who it is.”

I froze in my tracks. That voice belonged to the twins, Mason and Madison, who Chad and I had hooked up with months before. I’d actually forgotten that they worked there. It took me a second to realize what that meant. I now had co-workers who’d slept with both me and my boyfriend.

“O-oh hi,” I said as I turned around, and I tried to act casual. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Madison said. “What brings you back here?”

“I, well... I work here now.”

“No shit! Are you going onstage?”

“You mean as a stripper?” As soon as I said that, I realized I sounded too dismissive. After all, both Mason and Madison were strippers themselves. “I-I mean I’m just working the front of the house. Right now I’m on break—”

“That’s too bad. I was hoping we’d get to see a show.”

I licked my lips. I felt like saying: Haven’t you already seen it? But those words got caught in my throat.

“Are you still with that boyfriend of yours?” Mason asked.

“Chad? Yeah, we’re still together—”

“I thought his name was Charles?”

Aw shit, I thought. I didn’t want to admit we’d used fake names with these guys. But I also didn’t know if I could keep the charade going, since all my other co-workers knew me by my real name.

“You know,” Madison said, “we had a good time that night. We were hoping to see you guys again.”

I bet, was all I could think. I had to admit we’d had a hell of an experience with them. I could never forget the sight of Chad sucking Madison’s dick while I was sucking Mason’s. Not to mention the feeling of Madison inside me while Chad pounded Mason beside us. I didn’t necessarily regret what we’d done, but then again, there were plenty of reasons why Chad and I had never done that again. “Well,” I said, “we’ve been busy—”

“Welcome to the club,” Mason said.

“You’ve got to admit,” Madison said, “you did kind of ghost us.”

“Sorry about that,” I said. “I mean, we had to go back to school. At least now we’ll be here all summer.” Before I even finished my sentence, I knew I’d said too much. I didn’t want to give these guys ideas, but it was too late.

“That’s cool,” Madison said. “You know, maybe if you have time... you should come over. Whenever you can. That goes for both of you.”

I was under no illusions about what he really meant. After all, it was the same invite he’d extended before— and we all knew how that had gone. “Thanks man,” was the most diplomatic response I could think of. “I’ll let him know.”

“Sweet,” he replied.

I knew I had to change the subject, but just then my phone buzzed with a text. I jumped to answer it, and I saw it was from Chad.

I just talked to Pam, he wrote. She’s doing a thing for Dad’s birthday. Any chance you can get the 26th off?

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This was the perfect excuse to break off the conversation. “Sorry guys,” I said, “but I gotta run. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“No worries,” Madison said. “You know where to find us.”

I nodded and headed back toward the bar. As I walked, I texted back to Chad: That’s a Sunday, right?

Yeah, was his response.

I’ll see what I can do, I wrote. Will need to get someone to cover my shift.

Cool, he replied. Mom says she can’t make it, and Patrick was just there, so I kind of feel like it’s my turn to go.

I chewed my lip for a moment. I sent him a heart emoji, but I had a lot of mixed feelings right then. I worried that we were getting roped into drama, in more than one front. But it didn’t seem right to talk about it over text. I resolved to wait till we could properly discuss it. Then I took a deep breath and put away my phone.

As I expected, the store had gotten busier in the time I’d been on break. Lo and behold, Thaxter had learned some of the lessons I’d taught him. He’d started to get the hang of social media, and he’d done a bunch of posts to lure in customers. Early indications were that it seemed to be working.

“Hey Scott,” Thaxter said, “here’s someone you should probably meet.” He gestured toward a guy with curly brown hair. “This is Jean-Jacques.”

“Hey man,” I said. “I’m Scott.”


Jean-Jacques shook my hand. “Hello.”

“He says he found us online,” Thaxter said. “Apparently he’s got quite the following of his own.”

“Really? Do tell.”

“I’m a fashion photographer.” He handed over his phone, which was open to Instagram.

I looked down and started scrolling through his posts. My first thought was that “fashion” wasn’t the right word. His models were hardly wearing clothing at all; they were mostly in underwear or sometimes even just jewelry. Still, the pics made for great eye candy— I saw some beautiful bare butts and thighs— and they’d gotten him more than a hundred thousand followers.

“I have other pictures too,” he said, “though I can’t post them on Instagram. So many in this country can be— what’s the word? Prudes.”

“That’s what this bar is for,” Thaxter said. “Scott’s heard my soapbox plenty of times.”

“Well,” I said, “one way or another, these pictures are hot.” I was about to say something else when I recognized one of the faces. “You’ve worked with Flynn Taylor?”

“Many times. You like him?”

“I....” I debated how to answer. I didn’t want to tell him he was Chad’s favorite porn star. “Yeah, I mean he’s cool.”

“He’ll be around next month. He’ll be performing at the Cockpit.”

“No shit?”

“Do you want to meet him?”

“I... well sure, if I can.” I was trying to play my cards carefully. Jean-Jacques seemed like a cool guy, so I didn’t want to come across as over-excited. Selfishly, I knew he could be useful to us, especially if he gave the bar a shout-out online. He had so many followers that he could send us quite a bit of business. I figured I should take this one step at a time.

I kept wanting to call Chad, but I didn’t get the chance. Apparently word had gotten out that the twins would be performing, so more and more people were streaming into the bar. I tried to clear my head as best as I could. The busier it got, the faster I had to move, which was probably a good thing.

When the twins came onstage, I tried to avoid even looking in their direction. Of course there was no avoiding the pulsating music, the lights flashing back and forth, or the cheers from the crowd. My imagination could fill in the rest; after all, I’d seen them perform before, in more ways than one. But I tried to avoid even thinking about that stuff. I kept reminding myself that I had a job to do, and I needed to focus.

Even so, by the time I got off work, I was definitely hard. I felt incredibly relieved to be going home to Chad. With any luck, I thought, he might still be awake. I had so much on my mind, and so much I wanted to tell him, that I didn’t know where to start.

As it turned out though, Chad was fast asleep— not that I was surprised. He was sprawled on his side of the bed, snoring softly, with the sheets twisted all around his body. I could see just enough skin to know he was naked. I was seriously tempted to wake him up; I would’ve loved to ravage his body or have him ravage me. But I forced myself not to.

I just stepped back, stripped off my shirt, and tossed it in the hamper. Then I let my pants and underwear drop to the floor. I bent over to pick up my clothes, but as I did, I noticed something under Chad’s side of the bed. Something that didn’t seem to belong.

I crouched down for a better view. As soon as I did, I realized I was looking at a pair of my own underwear. Except I’d never put it there— plus it had cum stains all over it, which were not my doing.

I reached down and took the underwear in my hands. I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. It was clearly Chad’s jizz; I could’ve recognized his brand anywhere. I brought the underwear to my nose, took a deep breath, and let the aroma of my man’s juices fill my lungs.

All I could think about was what this must mean. Chad must’ve been using my underwear as a cumrag. Which meant he’d been jacking off without me— the same way I’d been jacking off without him. And judging by the dampness of the cloth, he’d probably enjoyed a session that same night.

Holy shit, I thought. If Chad kept his cumrag within reach, then it stood to reason he’d been beating off in bed. In the same bed we shared. The same place he was lying at that moment. Hell, for all I knew he could’ve been pleasuring himself while I was talking to Jean-Jacques— or the twins, for that matter.

I felt myself getting hornier and hornier. I wasn’t thrilled at the thought of him doing this by himself, though I knew I couldn’t complain. After all, Chad had even warned me how much he’d nutted in that room: You probably don’t want to use a blacklight in here. I guarantee you’d find cum in places you never expected....

I licked my lips as the implications sank in. I knew Chad’s stroking was a hell of a sight, and if he was cumming in my underwear, he was probably thinking of me as he did it. The more I mulled that over, the more tingly I got. My dick was rock hard, and it pointed straight out, practically begging for a release. I loved thinking I’d been turning him on; I just wished I could’ve seen that show myself.

I turned away and tiptoed into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, then smelled my underwear again. I tried to guess how many of Chad’s loads were in there. Clearly he’d deposited more than one, though it was hard to gauge the exact number. After all, his wads could vary in size. If he’d been edging a long time, then he could’ve cum buckets; but if he’d been going for multiple orgasms, he might’ve just shot a few drops with each one. I couldn’t help asking myself: had he been doing this all summer? Or had it just been the last few days?

I sat on the toilet and slid my fingers along my shaft. Thoughts of Chad got me so much hotter than all those other guys. My fingers were practically on autopilot: I teased my cockhead a little, then closed my eyes and just savored the sensations. I could still hear the soft purr of him snoring in the next room. Hormones went pumping through my bloodstream, and my nerves immediately responded. I tried to keep the tease going as long as I could, but then I just had to start gripping my cock. I still kept going as slowly as I could, hoping to heighten the sensation, though my urges kept telling me to move faster.

My boyhole was itching, and I wanted to finger it. But at that point I couldn’t: I just had one free hand to work with, and I was still craving the smell of Chad’s cum. So I kept holding the rag to my nose, and I kept breathing in deeper and deeper.

I can’t tell you how bad I need it right now, I remembered Chad saying. I assumed he’d felt the same way jacking off. Of course, I’d never actually seen him do it in private, which I knew was totally different from doing it for show. But I knew him well enough to know how it had probably gone down. I imagined him lying in bed, on top of the sheets, pounding away. I knew he’d probably keep his legs partway up, spread nice and wide, so his ballsack could bounce around freely. The foot of the bed would’ve had a great view of his taint, along with the start of his buttcrack behind it, and possibly even his pucker.

By now I was stroking much faster. My cock flapped back and forth as I yanked away at it. Chad’s cumrag fell from my grip; I wanted to pick it back up, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing. Besides, I had other things I could do with that hand. I arched my back a little, reached back, and dabbed at my hole. My sphincter was still itchy— still very eager for dick— and I would’ve loved to have given it a dildo But since that wasn’t an option, I did the next-best thing and slid my fingers inside.

I couldn’t help thinking of Chad’s love for butt play. I remembered the first time we’d fucked, when he’d made me plow his ass. Not to mention when I’d fingered him and eaten him out the first time he’d come to my dorm....

I couldn’t help myself at that point. I jacked off harder and faster, and I forced myself to stifle my groans. Fuck, I thought, this was pretty near fantastic. I sensed myself getting closer and closer, till I was just about to bust.

Just then the door whipped open. Chad was standing there, still naked, with a startled look on his face. I jumped with surprise, and I tried to stop, but it was too late. My body was already spasming: a rope of cum shot out of me and landed on my abs. Then a few more spurts splattered on my body, followed by some gobs that just dribbled down my shaft.

Chad seemed just as surprised as I was. Maybe even more so. It was one of the few times he’d made a face that I couldn’t quite read.

A wave of embarrassment washed over me. There was obviously no hiding what I’d been doing. My right hand was still wrapped around my cock, drenched in jizz. My left hand was still partly shoved up my butt. “H-hey babe,” was all I could say.

Chad seemed just as embarrassed as I was. And he was almost as speechless. “Um... I mean... why—”

“W-well I, uh, didn’t want to wake you—”

“If you were really that horny... I mean....” Then his voice trailed off, and I realized he was looking at his cumrag beside me. I could practically see his brain put two and two together.

I relaxed both of my hands, and I laid them on my lap. It was pretty crazy awkward, though I’m not quite sure why. After all, practically all guys jerked off. Hell, the first time we really met was at that circle jerk with the Kap Eps. Yet it still seemed taboo to get caught in the act.

We just stood there in silence at first. Neither of us seemed to know what to say. Finally Chad cleared his throat. “I-I guess... well, considering we were both doing it when I was in D.C., it’s just....”

“It’s just what?”

Chad took a deep breath. “I dunno, I figured now that we’re living together... I guess I assumed we wouldn’t need to.”

“Wouldn’t need to jack off?”

“Well... you don’t need to put it that way.”

“I-I mean... is there a better way to put it?”

Chad paused for a second. He seemed to have something on the tip of his tongue. But then he shook his head. “I don’t know,” he finally said.

I wanted to get up and hug him, except I still had jizz on me. I was tempted to use his cumrag to clean off my chest— maybe mix our loads together— but I wasn’t sure I should. Instead I reached for the toilet paper roll.

Chad jumped forward and slammed his body against mine. I flinched at first, but then I felt his lips against my mouth, and I sensed the familiar taste of his tongue.

I wasn’t about to argue with this. I instinctually put my arms around him, and a glob of cum smeared across his back.

“Baby,” he said between kisses, “I’ve been wanting this so bad....”

“Uh-huh,” I replied. “Is that why you dirtied up my underwear?”

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry—”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. You don’t think I’ve been wanting it too?” I tried to stand up while we kissed. We stumbled a little, but then we regained our balance, and Chad pulled me back toward the bedroom.

Both of us knew where this was headed. We plopped into bed, and the mattress shuddered beneath us. “You have no idea how fucking horny I’ve been....”

“Oh, I think I can imagine....”

Chad gripped my torso and slammed his lips against my chest. He kissed the groove between my pecs, made his way down to my bellybutton, and he slurped up all the cum that was there. Then he paused for a second, apparently admiring my dick. He seemed to rumble with pent-up sexual energy. Finally he opened his mouth, gulped down my cock, and started sucking away.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. My nerves were still pretty tingly from my orgasm. But I wasn’t complaining; after all, I was finally getting what I’d been wanting all week. I stretched my body flat against the bed, and I savored the feeling of his tongue against my meat.

Chad sucked me nice and hard, just the way I liked it. As he did it, he gripped the base of my shaft with one hand, and he played with my balls with the other.

“Yeah baby,” was all I could say. I ran my hands through Chad’s hair. “Oh fuck, that feels so good....”

Chad went at it for a little bit longer, then let my dick fall from his mouth. “I think I’m gonna give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer at first. He got up, stepped over to his closet, and went through his sporting equipment. He picked up his rope; then to my surprise he pulled out a ski mask. “Now,” he said, “I want our safe word to be something cool. Something like ‘fidelio.’”

“‘Fidelio?’”

“Unless you’ve got a better idea.”

“N-no, I guess it’s all right....”

“Okay good. Now get on all fours.”

I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air. Chad tied my hands together, then bound them to the headboard so they could hardly move. Then he did the same with my feet. I could already feel my adrenaline start to flow: part of me was nervous, but the other part was excited.

Chad ran hands up my legs, then traced the middle of my buttcrack. “Mm,” he said, “fuck, I love this ass....”

“Then stop teasing it,” I said.

“Fuck that,” he replied. “I’ll do with it what I want.”

I felt a rush of excitement. Chad had gotten so into being dominated, I hadn’t expected him to want to turn the tables. Not that I had any objection; I loved the idea of being his bitch. Or his slut. Or whatever else he wanted to call me.

I felt something over my eyes, and suddenly I couldn’t see a thing. Chad had pulled the ski mask over my head. Except he’d made sure the eye holes wouldn’t line up with my eyes. I could breathe just fine, but I couldn’t see a thing. My first thought was to adjust it, but when I tried to move my hands, the rope kept them firmly locked in place.

“Oh shit,” was all I could say. I could feel my heart pounding harder and harder. I had no idea what Chad was about to do, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

I felt the familiar sensation of liquid in my ass. I could tell Chad was lubing up my hole. Then I felt his cock against my taint, and I fully expected him to guide it inside me. But he didn’t. Instead he started hotdogging me: he slid his boner up and down my crack. His dick passed right past its target, over and over, to and fro, back and forth; but it didn’t go in.

My sphincter shuddered with every thrust. I was so eager by now, my nerves were all going haywire. After all, Chad’s dick was the one I’d been wanting all this time. The one I’d been craving. The one that seemed made just for me. “Fuck me,” I said.

“I told you,” he said, “I’m calling the shots around here.”

I felt another burst of adrenaline. Since I couldn’t see, all my other senses seemed heightened. I could hear everything from Chad’s voice to his breath to the rustling of the sheets. I could smell his armpits, which hadn’t been washed since that morning. I could taste the residue of his spit in my mouth, and I savored it as long as I could. Most of all, I could feel Chad’s legs against my thighs, his hands on my hips, and the subtle tickle of his pubes against my butt.

Suddenly, WHAM! He rammed his thick rod inside me. My body jumped with surprise, and I let out a shriek.

“Oh shit!” I yelled as soon as I regained use of my voicebox. My ass had cramped up pretty tight, and pain was cascading through my body. I almost said our safe word, but I forced myself to hold back. Instead, I used my old tried-and-true technique: I pushed my inner muscles like I was taking a shit. Sure enough, it started to hurt really good. Then the pain disappeared completely, and a feeling of pleasure took over. Wild, sexy, delirious pleasure.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Chad was saying. He was pistoning into me so hard that the whole bed was shaking. “That’s the best fucking ass....”

“Tear it up,” I said. “I want you to fuck that shit up.”

Chad smacked me hard. “I told you,” he said, “I’m the one calling the shots.”

“Uh-huh....” My innards seemed to be doing somersaults, and my limbs yanked at their restraints. Yet somehow that was what made it so hot.

Chad kept on pounding away. I arched my back downward, and I felt his rod re-position itself inside me. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter, giving it just a little milking, and I swiveled my hips around. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure my man. My dom. My daddy. My master.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. I still couldn’t see anything, but I knew what Chad probably looked like right then. Especially since I could feel him, the way his cock slid in and out of me faster and faster.

“Fuck yeah,” Chad said as he picked up his intensity. His pubes were slapping against me so hard I could feel my whole body jiggle. It was probably a good thing I’d already cum; otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted. He hit my prostate and sent jolts of electricity through me.

“Oh give it to me,” I gasped. “Holy shit....”

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, and he smacked me again. That slap felt so fucking good, I almost wanted more. But before I could say anything, Chad reached down and grabbed my cock. “Cum for me,” he said.

I gyrated my ass, and I savored his firm grip on my shaft. By now our bodies were moving back and forth in perfect synchronization; although my limbs couldn’t move, it didn’t seem to matter.

“I want to feel you cum,” he said, more insistently this time, as he yanked away at my cock.

In the position I was in, I had no way of aiming my jets. I knew I’d end up busting on the sheets, the same ones we’d need to sleep in. Of course, like any follow-up load, it’d probably be smaller than the first one. But one way or another, I had my orders. I felt myself getting close, and I did nothing to fight it.

“Oh fuck,” Chad said as he too went over the edge. His muscles went rigid, and I heard a primeval noise come out of his mouth. Then he started moving again, which was when I felt his warm gooey juices inside me.

“Shit!” I gasped as I shot on Chad’s hand. The ropes jerked with tension, and I could sense endorphins surging through my body. I could even feel my ass spasming around my man’s penis.

“Fuck yeah,” Chad said. He waited a few seconds longer, till my orgasm was over. Then he wiped off his hand— on my back this time— and he pulled off the ski mask so I could properly see. Finally he undid the ropes, and we both collapsed into bed. “That was so fucking sexy.”

“Yeah it was,” I replied. I was surprised to see that I liked being a sub. But I was even more surprised to find the bondage was almost incidental. The part that had really turned me on was the thought of me belonging to Chad. I suspected the feeling was mutual, in that he seemed to dig the thought of belonging to me. In that case, I thought, we might not need whips or chains after all....

“You know,” he said, “I want to make sure you get off as much as you need.”

“Say what?”

“I’m not saying we should sleep around or whatever. I mean... if we need to jack off, either of us... there’s no shame in it, right?”

“Well right,” I replied. I didn’t want Chad to feel embarrassed, any more than I wanted to feel embarrassed myself. I liked to think that we’d moved beyond any hangups or internalized homophobia or whatever you wanted to call it. Or at least I hoped we had.

“The point is,” Chad said, “I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Well....” I put my arms around him. “I want to make sure you are too.”

Chad nodded. “You sound like you’ve got something else on your mind.”

I sighed and chewed my lip. Chad was obviously right. We had a lot more to talk about than just masturbation— in fact, that was probably the least awkward of the issues we needed to tackle. I knew I had to tell him about getting hit on at work. I also had to acknowledge Jean-Jacques, and the fact that Flynn was coming to town. But the biggest issue of all was how to handle the twins. I was pretty sure Chad would have plenty to say about them, and I knew it wouldn’t be the easiest discussion. But if we were going to be candid with each other, there was no way around it.

I just looked in Chad’s eyes, and I put my hand on his chest. And I tried to figure out the best way to approach this.



To be continued....
 
Brian! :wave:

I'm guilty of reading 28, enjoying it immensely, than having to scoot before I commented. :slap: Let me say I LOVED it! *|* (!w!)

I see 29 is posted, butt I don't have time to read it just now. I am eagerly looking forward to, though! \:/

Even if we're quiet, we're still reading, so please keep this excellent story cumming! :gogirl: :=D: ..|

THANK YOU, buddy! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Brian! :wave:

I'm guilty of reading 28, enjoying it immensely, than having to scoot before I commented. :slap: Let me say I LOVED it! *|* (!w!)

I see 29 is posted, butt I don't have time to read it just now. I am eagerly looking forward to, though! \:/

Even if we're quiet, we're still reading, so please keep this excellent story cumming! :gogirl: :=D: ..|

THANK YOU, buddy! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:

Thank you Chaz!!!!

I hooe you do get a chance to read 29. And don’t be shy about what you think (good or bad)! The same thing goes for anyone else reading this....

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Sorry I haven't commented in awhile. Seems like I didn't get email notification of a couple of chapters which meant I had a few to read, so I'm personally holding you responsible for the wear and tear on dicky. On the other hand it was the best orgasm in ages. Keep up with the excellent writing.
 
It's been noted that our brain is our largest sexual organ, accounting for 90% of our overall randy excitement and experience. I have to congratulate you on the way Ch. 29 is written, gradually building pressure, on several levels, to an intense orgasm, then back down to a period of recovery. I was even aware, that as the anticipation increased, so did the speed at which I was reading, inhaling, your words. WOW! :=D: ..| :badgrin:

Since pictures are worth a thousand words ...

*|* :69: :bj: :cowboy: :gaysex: *|* (!w!)

THANK YOU! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
CHAPTER 30


It took me a while to put my feelings into words, but once I did, they seemed to come tumbling out. I told Chad all about what had happened. At first I thought it might be TMI— especially when I went into detail around my jacking off— but he never seemed to flinch. He seemed to genuinely care about what I had to say, and what I thought we should do. He seemed to go out of his way to make me feel like I could tell him the truth, as if the subject matter was nothing to be scared of.

By the time I finished talking, the cum on our bodies had mostly dried up. So had our sheets, for that matter. We were both still naked, with our arms and legs still wrapped around each other, and our faces still within inches of each other. I felt a pang of guilt for having kept Chad awake, since I knew he’d need to be up early that morning. But he insisted it was fine.

He definitely didn’t react the way I’d expected. “That’s a lot to digest,” he said. “I mean... some of it I wouldn’t worry about. Like the part about rubbing one out. When I said we should be cool with that, I meant it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. I mean, we all do it. It doesn’t hurt anybody, and it feels good.”

“I-I guess....”

“I think the bigger issue is you getting hit on at work.”

“Well... I could always quit my job if you want—”

“Is that seriously the first thing you think about? How I’d feel about it?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking that of yourself?”

I licked my lips. “Y-you mean you’re not mad?”

“Not at you.”

”What does that mean?”

“Listen,” he said, “if you want me to kick someone’s ass, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. I’ll never let anybody fuck with my man.”

“Well thank you—”

“But don’t get nervous on my account. What matters is how you feel about it. Not me.”

“I-I mean I guess if you put it that way—”

“Besides,” he said, “I mean, I kind of get where those other guys are coming from. Considering I like to hit on you too.”

“Oh come on.”

“What? It’s true.” He put his hand on my crotch. “I craved this cock from the second I laid eyes on it. Come on: that first night at the frat house, when they made us strip down—”

“I remember—”

“And then you surprised me when everyone else was asleep—”

“I didn’t do that on purpose. You surprised me too.”

“Even so,” he said, “your dick unlocked parts of me that I didn’t even know were there.” He let off a deep sigh, apparently savoring the memories, then pressed his body against mine. “Anyway, the point is... now that you’re mine, what do I have to feel jealous about?”

I shrugged. I had to admit he had a point. “I guess,” I said, “as long as we keep it that way.”

“Well yeah. But Ryan and Marcos do a lot crazier shit than we do. So if they can make things work, we can too.”

I nodded. It was true Ryan and Marcos seemed fine, even with their open relationship. I thought back our sex party, when Chad and I had just banged each other, while Ryan and Marcos had also done stuff with Hunter and Drew. I gave those guys props for their candidness: they seemed to give no bones about what they wanted in bed. Not to say we needed to imitate them, but still....

“By the way,” Chad said, “they want to meet up when we’re in town.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ryan and Marcos. If we’re gonna go see my dad, we should connect with them too.”

“Oh. Right.” I’d almost forgotten about that. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I mean... it sounds like your dad’s still dealing with a lot. So if we just dedicated our time to him—”

“I wish we could,” Chad replied. “Pam says he still gets tired really easy. She says we should plan on spending an hour with him, maybe two or three if he’s having a good day. Any more than that is too much.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is. The nature of brain injuries I guess.”

“Do you think he’ll be okay with me being there? I mean... if he gets overwhelmed, I don’t want things to be weird—”

“Listen. When I said I was done hiding this shit, I meant it. Anyone who still has a problem with my gay ass can kiss it.”

“Well....” I put my hands on his butt cheeks. “Maybe I can play with your gay ass regardless. Except I want to do a lot more than kiss it.”

Chad snorted. “Fine by me,” he said. He pulled me in closer and gave me a peck on the forehead. “We’ll just take this shit as it comes.”

“Okay,” I replied. Then I put my head on his chest, and the two of us laid there with our bodies tangled together.

We must’ve fallen asleep not long after. The next thing I remember was early the next morning: I vaguely recall Chad getting out of bed, though I was still pretty out of it. I didn’t fully wake up till hours later, long after Chad had headed off to work.

I felt a pang of loneliness lying there by myself, though I told myself not to worry about it. I spent the next few minutes staring up at the ceiling. I told myself how lucky I was to have Chad as my boyfriend, though I knew I couldn’t take him for granted.

I eventually got on my iPad and started browsing gay websites. Vitruvian Men had a bunch of posts about what Chad and I had discussed. They doled out advice on sex and relationships in all their different forms. They kept preaching sex-positivity, which was a term I’d heard but had never known much about. Basically they saw sex as a natural and life-affirming experience, something to celebrate and appreciate, in which everyone should feel free to do what they like. It was an awesome idea, though I knew it could be more easily said than done.

They also had a whole section devoted to masturbation. I’d glanced at that section before, but it seemed completely different this time. Now that Chad had given me his blessing to jack off— not to mention admitting he’d been doing it too— I felt surprisingly liberated. It was kind of like when I’d first acknowledged I liked dudes, and the way it had released urges I’d kept suppressing before. It was also a bit like when I’d publicly come out, in that I could be open and honest about what I really liked.

Now I felt like I could unabashedly lie there in bed, playing with my cock for as long as I wanted. I had nothing to hide, with no shame or guilt or anything. I wasn’t doing this to show off, like at the Kap Eps’ circle jerk. Nor was I doing it out of necessity, like when Chad and I were apart. I was doing it because it felt good. Because I wanted to. Because I enjoyed beating my meat. The same way Chad loved beating his.

I kept exploring the site with one hand while I stroked myself with the other. There seemed to be a lot of other guys out there like us. Some were basically exhibitionists: they shared pictures of themselves jacking off, or they posted real-time updates of what they were doing. Others just compared notes on how to heighten the pleasure. Quite a few were organizing circle jerks: they had a running list of bate parties in different cities, where anyone was invited to come beat off as a group. Still others told stories of experiences they’d had, or they posted links to their favorite wank material, or they started new conversations of their own. The site was like a full-blown community, with guys from all walks of life and all parts of the world, who were just bound by their love of masturbation.

I gooned for quite a while, then decided it was time to bust my nut. I looked up some of my favorite porn sites, and I found a clip of Logan that seemed to hit the spot. I thought of how much I’d watched his stuff in the past. After all, Logan had been in the first gay porn I’d ever watched, not to mention some of the videos Chad and I had enjoyed together. Yet it had been so long that the sight of this man was a real blast from the past. Like a pornographic nostalgia.

I reached for our lube, and I found our bottle was lighter than I’d expected. Apparently Chad had also been helping himself more than I thought— not that I necessarily blamed him. I poured a few drops on my hand, then lathered them on my shaft. It felt unusually good, and it reminded me of those moments when we were about to fuck. My blood was surging through my body, and my nerves were tingling with excitement.

I assumed the position, with my iPad beside me and my right hand gripping my cock. I queued up the video, skipping past the setup so I could just watch the fun stuff, and then I hit play.

Logan was vigorously bashing his bishop, and he was sighing and moaning as he did it. He seemed to be having a hell of a time: his toes were curling, his hips were swiveling back and forth, his chest was heaving, and his head was rolling from side to side.

I was doing a lot of the same stuff myself. My hand was sliding up and down my shaft, and my neurons were firing as my balls started boiling. Waves of pleasure were coursing through my body. I felt my orgasm starting to build, till I eventually passed the point of no return.

Logan got off before I did. He just gasped the words “oh fuck,” then shot a bunch of white globs on his chest.

I watched him cum right as my muscles were starting to seize up. Then I hit a great climax of my own. I clenched my cock muscles, trying to prolong the sensation. But I only lasted a second or two before my juices burst out of me and splashed across my abs.

Onscreen, Logan was still coming down from his high. “Fuuuuck,” he said as he finished his stroking. Then he let his body sink into his bed.

I milked my cock for a little bit longer. By the time I stopped, my hand was covered in jizz, so it made slurpy sounds as it moved. I tried to gauge whether I’d shot on the pillows or sheets; but as far as I could tell, all my cum had landed on my torso.

I just laid there at first, enjoying my afterglow. I felt unusually satisfied, as if I was finally comfortable in my own skin. My homosexual, Chad-loving, masturbating skin. I figured if this was how sex positivity worked, then I was all for it.

Eventually I rolled out of bed. I mused that if Chad and I were going to be transparent, with no secrets between us, then I should tell him about this. So I sent him a quick text.

He responded back within seconds. Dude, he wrote, my co-workers are sitting just a few feet away.

I felt a pang of guilt. As much as I loved our new sexual openness, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I definitely didn’t want to cause problems at Chad’s work. Maybe I should censor myself after all, I thought, at least in front of mixed company....

Anyway, said his follow-up text, I wish I could’ve been there. Then he added an emoji of him licking his lips.

I felt my muscles relax. Me too, I replied.

Chad paused for a second, then sent another text: Maybe after I’m done at the office, I should come by the bar.

I frowned. Was he offering to have sex at my work? The idea did turn me on— and it was hardly the first time it had crossed my mind— but I knew it would be risky. Still, I did want to spend more time together, even if we kept things relatively tame. It definitely gave me something to look forward to. I took a deep breath, then typed out a response: Baby, you can cum over there whenever you want.

I kept expecting my horniness to die down, but it didn’t. Eventually I got up to take a shower, and as I walked, I felt some residual lube between my butt cheeks. It reminded me that Chad’s load from that night was still deep inside me— which was where I planned to keep it. And that thought was enough to keep me hard for quite a while.

I was still sporting a boner when I clocked into work. I was tempted to not even hide it, since it did seem to fit with Thaxter’s mantra. I’d heard his soapbox many times about how the bar was a safe space, and that it was okay for us to acknowledge our desires, and so on and so forth. But all ideology aside, I knew I’d be on my feet for hours, so I slipped my dick it behind my belt. Since I’d be working topless, I also tied my shirt across my waist— just to disguise my boner some more.

Ironically I spent a lot of my shift just talking to Thaxter, as I showed him some of the marketing tricks I’d learned. I’d done the math on everything on the menu, looking at how much we sold and how much it cost to make, and I’d cross-referenced that against the shows we put on. I’d also pulled up data from the National Equality Council, which showed how gay guys bought all kinds of drinks like beer, wine, vodka, and tequila— though we were very discerning about it— whereas lesbians bought a lot less and stuck mostly with wine. I used all of that to make recommendations on how to draw in more business.

Thaxter didn’t seem impressed. “You make it sound like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t say that—”

“I’ve never once had to do analysis like that.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said, “all your experience is awesome. It’s just... how do you decide what goes on the menu? Or what price you’re going to charge?”

“I like to think I have a feel for those things. I don’t want this place to get corporate.”

I snorted and looked at our bulletin board. It advertised a bunch of events around town, from a gay swingers’ party to Flynn Taylor’s upcoming strip show. “Personally,” I said, “I don’t see this place getting corporate anytime soon.”

“All right—”

“The last time I gave you advice like this, you made money, remember? Without having to sell out. You even said yourself, times have changed... so you don’t want to fall behind.”

Thaxter didn’t answer. He just chewed his lip.

I was about to say something else when I saw Chad in the distance. He’d apparently just gotten off work. I watched as he walked across the floor and sat next to Jean-Jacques.

Chad waved when he saw me. “Hey baby,” he said, then pulled a card from his pocket. “Check this out.”

“What’s up?” I asked as I stepped away from Thaxter.

“Seth and Claire just sent their save-the-date.”

“Like for their wedding?”

“Yeah, it sounds like half of Washington is invited. Though I’m guessing that was probably Claire’s doing.” He slid the card across the bar. “Before you ask, you’re invited too.”

I nodded. The idea did sound cool, though it also sounded ritzy and expensive, which I wasn’t sure I could afford. Still, I didn’t want to say anything right then. I didn’t begrudge Chad’s family’s money, far from it; it was just that he seemed to forget how small my bank account was.

Jean-Jacques chose that moment to butt in. “Wait,” he said. “You two boys are together?”

“Yeah,” I said. “This is Chad. Chad, meet—”

“Jean-Jacques,” he said as he shook Chad’s hand.

Chad nodded. “How’re you doing?”

“Not as good as you, apparently, if you get to play with all this.” He pointed to my bare chest.

Here we go, I thought. I’d gotten used to hearing lines like that, so they didn’t faze me anymore. But it was Chad’s first time seeing that side of my job, at least firsthand.

“I do get to play with that,” Chad said. “Just wait till later tonight....”

Oh jeez, was what I wanted to say.

“You know,” Jean-Jacques said, “I’d love to photograph you two. I’m sure you’d make for really good models.”

“Ha!” Thaxter said as he walked up behind me. “Scott, enjoy that while it lasts.”

“Say what?”

“Believe it or not, I used to be the same age as you. I remember what it was like.”

“I mean—”

“All I cared about was looking good and getting laid... and it seemed so easy back then. But you’ve heard women complain about getting older? Try being a gay guy over forty. That’s like eighty in gay years.”

Jean-Jacques pointed to the ring on Thaxter’s finger. “It looks like you’ve been successful enough.”

“How so?”

“In terms of finding a man. Isn’t that where the ring came from?”

”It is, but I was one of the lucky ones. I’ve been with Bruce since 1978. Now that we’re in our sixties... if we were single, we’d be over a hundred in gay years. And a lot of our friends are just shit out of luck. You know how many looks we get like we belong in a nursing home?”

I frowned. I’d assumed that all of us bartenders got hit on. I had no idea that Thaxter got such completely different treatment. Granted, he didn’t spend all that much time behind the bar, being the owner and all, and he obviously didn’t work shirtless. Even so....

“Don’t get me wrong,” Thaxter said. “Getting older has its perks. And it sure as hell beats the alternative. I’m just saying, your bodies won’t stay in that shape forever.”

Chad looked like he had something to say, but he bit his lip. He did seem a little frisky— I couldn’t help noticing the twinkle in his eyes— and I would’ve loved to have taken him aside. But at that particular moment, it clearly wasn’t the time. Besides, I had customers waiting, who I needed to attend to.

Chad hung around as long as he could, and he seemed to hit it off with Jean-Jacques, but I could tell he was tired. He was clearly operating on very little sleep, so I encouraged him to go home for a nap. He didn’t really want to leave, and to be honest, I didn’t want him to either. But I promised him we’d talk later.

I was pretty distracted after that. I tried to keep a pokerface, but I’d been randy for so long that I knew I was risking blue balls. I couldn’t stop thinking about Chad’s anatomy, and all the things I could do with it, not to mention what he could do with mine— and I could only hope he’d be up for some action. My dick throbbed with anticipation as I counted the minutes till the end of my shift.

As soon as I clocked out, I raced back to the house. I practically roared down the freeway; then, when I got to Chad’s neighborhood, I took the streets’ twists and turns as fast as I could. Finally I pulled into the driveway and rushed through the door. I took the stairs two at a time, then burst into Chad’s room.

Chad was apparently as ready as I was: he was lying under our blankets, but then he whipped them aside to reveal his pale naked body underneath. “Fuck me,” was the only thing he said.

I didn’t need to be told twice. “Hell yeah,” I said as I grappled with my clothes. I yanked down my pants and my underwear, whipped off my shirt, and leaped into bed. My lips collided with his, and we shared a wet sloppy kiss.

“Mm,” Chad mumbled as he swirled his tongue around mine. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, and he pulled me tight. Our hard cocks jousted together, but only for a second. Before I could stop him, Chad reached down and guided my dick to his already-lubed hole.

I pulled my face back, and I looked into his eyes as I slid deep inside him. He was tighter than usual— since I hadn’t fucked him for so long— but neither of us was complaining. I gave him another kiss, then started my thrusts.

“Oh yeah,” Chad gasped. “You feel so good....”

I swiveled my hips back and forth. “You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Those other guys can only imagine what they’re missing....”

“I don’t want those other guys.”

“I know,” he said as he clutched me tighter, and he let me pound away. “Tell me how many dudes want this dick....”

“My dick is all yours. You know that.”

“I do.” Chad spread his legs wider, inviting me to go deeper. “Tell me, baby....”

I blinked. Chad was actually turned on at the thought of other guys wanting me— or, rather, them not being able to have me. “I got two phone numbers tonight,” I said, “but I threw them away.”

Chad’s pole responded in kind. He grabbed my ass and pulled me further inside him. “Keep going....”

“I’ve probably waited on hundreds of guys—”

“Did they all want you to fuck them?”

“You’d have to ask them.”

“Did you tell them you’d be fucking me instead?”

“I think they already knew.”

“I want you to tell them,” Chad said. “Turn them down and see how they react. I bet they’d die to get some of this cock....”

“You mean like this?” I asked as I rammed into him especially hard.

“Oh yeah!” he yelled as his body shuddered with pleasure. “Give it to me....”

I pistoned his ass faster and faster. My dick tingled harder and harder. We were clearly both getting close. “You think that’s how they’d want it?”

Chad’s mouth hung open. He looked at me and nodded, but he didn’t say a word.

“You know full well they’re not gonna get it. This dick’s reserved just for you. Along with the ass that comes with it— which you can ravage whenever you want.”

Those words seemed to send him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his whole body seized up. “Oh fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck....” Then he busted his nut onto both of our bodies.

“Yeah baby,” I said, “enjoy that dick inside you.”

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped as his muscles relaxed. Then he grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

I could’ve lasted a little bit longer, but I decided not to. I knew he wanted my load, so I was determined to give it to him. I kept my lips locked with his, and I smelled his warm breath as it filled up my lungs. Finally I clutched his body as the pleasure overtook me. Then I let out one last yelp as my cum filled his ass.

“Yeah baby,” he said when he broke off our kiss. I rested my head against his, and he ran his fingers through my hair.

I just laid there for a second, with my dick still inside him, while I tried to catch my breath. His skin felt so warm and reassuring against mine. Then I said: “You know I mean that shit, right?”

“Mean what?”

“About not wanting those other guys. I mean... I never invite that stuff. And I wouldn’t want you to think you have anything to worry about.”

“I know that,” he replied, and he pulled me in for another kiss. “That’s why it gets me so hot.”

We ended up doing the same thing the next day, and the day after that. Before we knew it, we’d gotten into a routine. There was still no perfect time for sex, with our schedules and all, so it wasn’t unusual for us to still jack off on our own. But a lot of the time we did manage to fuck. It usually meant waking each other up, often at random times, which was actually pretty hot. Sometimes Chad would get me up in the mornings, but most of the time I’d play with him late at night.

Chad always asked for an updated breakdown of guys who’d hit on me. I knew most of those guys weren’t sincere; they just wanted dick wherever they could get it. I also hadn’t forgotten what Thaxter had said, about how this attention wouldn’t last. Even so, the more would-be suitors I reported, the hornier Chad got. He especially loved hearing I’d turned them down flat, or told them to get lost, or whatever.

I was actually tempted to embellish a little, and maybe excite him even more. But I decided against it. I hadn’t forgotten our promises to be open and honest with each other. Besides, Chad would’ve seen right through any exaggerations. By now, he was spending a fair amount of time at the bar, so he’d fielded plenty of pickup lines of his own, and he knew how they usually panned out.

This had been going on for about two weeks when we went to see his dad. We’d set aside a whole day for that visit, knowing how unpredictable he could be; and we drove up to L.A. first thing in the morning.

Chad’s aunt Pam wanted us to meet her at her office. We immediately got the sense that something was up. The place was in Santa Monica, really close to the beach, but it was an imposing-looking building with no-nonsense security. We’d called ahead and everything, yet when we got there, the guard still stared down his nose at us. “You’re here to see Doctor Collins?”

“Pam Collins, that’s right.”

I frowned and looked at Chad. I hadn’t forgotten how the people in D.C. had always called him “Mister Collins” while his dad was “Captain Collins”. This so-called “Doctor Collins” sounded like she was cut from the same cloth.

Sure enough, when Pam made her appearance, I saw she was a real no-nonsense woman. She was kind of stocky, in a grey suit and sensible shoes, with her salt-and-pepper hair pulled tight in a bun. “Hi,” she said. “Let’s go get some coffee.”

“Uh, okay....”

“I need to prepare you for something,” she said. “I don’t want you to be surprised.”

Chad and I exchanged glances. Pam didn’t bat an eye; she just strode outside and headed for a Starbucks, while Chad and I trailed behind her.

By now the two of us knew each other’s coffee orders by heart. Chad ordered exactly what I wanted without me having to tell him. Pam got her coffee black— which didn’t surprise me— and we took a seat outside.

“So what’d you want to tell us?”

“Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but....” She lowered her voice and leaned forward. “Your father wants to file for divorce.”

I felt a pang of disappointment. I wasn’t surprised, though I did worry about what this meant for Chad. I looked in his eyes, but he didn’t look back. “Shit,” was the only thing he said.

“He’s been talking about it for a while now,” Pam said. “At first I didn’t think much of it. You know how he’ll say wild things and then completely forget them. But he’s kept bringing this up... which tells me he means it.”

I inched closer to Chad. I wanted to put my arms around him, but I wasn’t sure how Pam might react. So I kept it discreet: I reached under the table and put my hand on his leg.

“I-I mean, I guess I don’t blame him,” Chad was saying. “I don’t even remember the last time Mom came to see him—”

“Well yes. They’ve been on the rocks for years. Except now it’s more complicated. Legally he still can’t make his own decisions.” Pam sipped her coffee. “If they’d divorced before he’d been hurt, it would’ve been less messy. We wouldn’t have had to deal with things like power of attorney. But better late than never....”

“Aw hell....”

“Now listen. I don’t want to make this any harder than it needs to be. Not on you, not on the family, most definitely not on your father.” She sighed. “But we’ll need to start making tough decisions. Sorting out their finances will probably be a nightmare, especially if they have to sell things like the house.”

Chad gritted his teeth. “How much have you talked to Mom about this?”

“I haven’t,” she said. “I’ve been trying to find the right time. But I think Patrick knows. He seemed to pick up on it the last time he was here.”

“You know it’s really fucked up to be telling me like this—”

“There’s no easier way,” Pam replied. “Like I said... I want you to be prepared when you see him.”

Chad looked at me, then looked back at Pam. “I gotta ask... did this have anything to do with my coming out?”

My heart sank at the sound of those words. I wanted to respond, but before I could, Pam cut me off. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said.

“Well... I know it caused friction between them. They didn’t seem to know what to do. Especially when I said I wanted them to meet Scott....”

My ears seemed to perk up right then. I knew Chad had talked to his parents that Thanksgiving, right around the time his dad decided to leave for the Middle East. But I’d never heard this particular side of the story.

“You’re not the first one to have that discussion with him,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

Pam licked her lips. “Do you not remember Gladys?”

“Gladys... you mean your old friend?”

“If that’s what you want to call her.” Pam set down her coffee cup and looked right in Chad’s eyes. “You’re not the only gay in this family.”

Chad did a double take. “Holy shit—”

“That’s right.”

“Gladys was your girlfriend?”

“She still is.”

“Wait a minute. Did Dad know this whole time?”

“How could he not?” she asked. “I’m as close to a stereotype as it gets. I own more steel-toed boots than he does.”

“I just... I guess I never thought of you that way. That’s just how you’ve always been—”

“Which is exactly what my brother said.”

“You mean—”

“Bill has never wanted to think of me like that. The same way he hasn’t wanted to think of his child like that.”

Chad shook his head and blinked. “I-I mean... when did you tell him?”

“Originally when I was fifteen. I don’t think he took me seriously... or maybe he suppressed it. I reminded him last fall.”

“Woah....”

“The point being, none of this is your fault.” She looked straight into Chad’s eyes. “The fact is, your parents just got married too young. They got swept off their feet, and they didn’t know what they were doing. If anything, you and your brother kept them together... and I mean that in a good way. You made them feel like it was worth it.”

An awkward silence hung over our table. Chad and I just stared at each other. It felt like a whole new weight had just been dropped on our shoulders. I knew this was going to put lots of strain on Chad, and I knew how he could lash out under stress. I figured I’d probably catch the brunt of his anger, so I told myself I’d need to be prepared. At the same time, there didn’t seem to be much I could do at that particular moment.

Eventually we left to see Chad’s father. He was staying at a rehab place nearby, and he’d improved quite a bit from the last time I’d seen him. He was sitting up in a wheelchair, and he was talking in full sentences. But he clearly wasn’t at a hundred percent.

Chad gave him a hug and acted like everything was fine. “Happy Birthday Dad,” he said.

“Thank you,” his father replied.

“Of course you remember Scott....”

I held out my hand. “Hi Captain Collins.” He looked at my hand, then to my surprise, he actually shook it.

“Thanks for coming,” he said. He sounded a little rehearsed, as if Pam had been coaching him. But I still appreciated those words.

“Well yeah,” Chad said. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Your mother would.”

I saw a mix of emotions flutter across Chad’s face. But to an untrained eye, he didn’t seem to flinch. “She wanted to be here too,” he said. “She’s sorry she couldn’t make it—”

“To hell with her. I don’t want here her anyway.”

“Dad—”

“Are we having cake?”

“What?”

“Pam said there’d be cake.”

“I-I....” Chad’s voice trailed off. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. And a Scotch.”

Chad nodded. “Well, I can’t get you a Scotch, but I’ll see about the cake.”

I kept my eyes on Chad as he talked to his father. I was still amazed at his patience, his compassion, and his all-around devotion. Honestly, I don’t know how he did it, especially under the circumstances. I just know I wouldn’t have been able to act that way that myself.

Most of what they talked about was inconsequential. Chad asked him about the weather, though in California it was pretty much the same every day. Bill apparently did follow current events— at least to a point— so they chatted about that too. But then Bill mentioned Iran and Saudi Arabia. At that point, there was no more avoiding the elephants in the room.

“So,” Chad said, “what made you want to go over there? The Middle East I mean....”

“National security,” Bill said without batting an eye.

“I know but... it’s not like there’s gonna be world peace overnight. And there’s plenty of other people who can go instead of you.”

“So?”

Chad chewed his lip for a second. Then he cleared his throat. “Were you trying to get away from Mom? Or me?”

I put my hand on his arm. “Chad—”

“I don’t ever want to see her again,” Bill snapped. “Linda’s a cunt.”

“Don’t talk about Mom like that.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Dad....”

I looked over at Pam. I was hoping to make this less awkward, but I also knew we couldn’t brush anything under the carpet. Pam seemed to be trying to strike the same balance.

“Bill, you’ve got every right to be angry,” she said. “But watch what you say to your kids. This is hard on them too.”

Bill didn’t say anything. He just sneered.

We stayed with him for an hour or so. Bill didn’t go into detail about what was going on— he obviously wasn’t the type who went on about his feelings— but I could tell it was weighing on him. We just tried to lighten the mood as best we could.

Eventually the staff came together, and we all sang “Happy Birthday.” Bill did seem to humor us, at least in his own grumpy way. But the main thing he wanted was his cake.

As soon as the festivities were over, Bill announced he was tired. Pam gave us a knowing nod, since she’d warned us this would happen. Even so, it was still kind of bittersweet to leave the old man. We told him to take care of himself, and that we’d see him soon, and that we’d be thinking about him. Then we headed back to the car.

I just remember driving away and watching the long rows of palm trees slide past us. The sight was almost dreamlike— or maybe it was just the mood I was in. Chad and I hardly said a word to each other.

We’d planned to have dinner with Ryan and Marcos, and we were tempted to cancel, but we decided to go through with it. Marcos had suggested a beer place in Hollywood, which sounded good to me. So we showed up early and started knocking back drinks.

“Do you think they’ll really sell the house?” Chad asked, almost out of the blue.

“I-I don’t know,” I said. “I hope not.”

“And what does it mean for my tuition and shit? I mean, I’m hoping they’d still pay for that, but God knows....”

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough. Whatever happens... I mean, we’ll figure it out.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m the one from the fucked-up family, remember?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I did feel kind of guilty, since it was true my family had been mostly drama-free. At the same time, I hated the thought of Chad dropping out of school, especially after all we’d been through. “Listen,” I said, “we’re in this together.”

“Oh come on.”

“What? It’s true.”

“You know you’re the only person who ever said that to me?”

“I mean it.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “You’d better.” Then he chugged some more beer.

When we ordered our next round, we chatted a bit with the bartender. He’d overheard us of course, so he told us he was a child of divorce himself. Plus he said he was gay, which I hadn’t expected. He also introduced us to a few of the others there, like another gay couple sitting nearby.

Before I knew it, Chad was telling these guys more than they probably wanted to know. He unloaded all the shit that was bothering him, from his dad’s disapproval to his family’s refusal to acknowledge Pam’s girlfriend. It seemed pretty cathartic for Chad to get that off his chest, even if the others didn’t know how to respond.

By the time Ryan and Marcos showed up, Chad had gotten pretty drunk. But I couldn’t help reminding him what he’d said, about how Ryan and Marcos had made their relationship work.

“Wait, what?” Marcos asked.

“It’s true,” I replied. “You guys are obviously doing something right. You’ve been together a lot longer than we have. When did you meet— like as Freshmen?”

Ryan cleared his throat. “High school actually.”

“Okay, that’s even longer than I thought—”

“It wasn’t easy though,” Ryan said, “at least in the beginning. We met online, so we had to do the long-distance thing for ages.”

“Whatever you did, it apparently worked.”

“I guess.”

I turned to Chad. “Remember what Thaxter said?” I asked. “He’s been with his man since the seventies. That’s longer than either of our parents. In fact, they probably met around the age that you and I are now. Not to mention Pam and her girlfriend—”

“So what’s your point?” he asked.

“I dunno... I guess if there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Chad fiddled with his coaster. “Yeah, but my parents don’t have the will. They’re both over it.”

I was silent at first. I did feel weird talking this way in front of Ryan and Marcos. I’d always thought of those guys as our fraternity brothers, albeit gay ones. I was used to talking to them about classes and sports, but never relationships, at least not in a serious way. Then again, they were the same dudes who’d helped Chad come out to his parents. So I figured they were as qualified as anyone to give us advice.

“Well,” Marcos said, “if that’s how it is, it sounds like it might be for the best.”

Chad just rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he said. “I just don’t want to turn out like them—”

“You don’t have to.”

“How so?”

“If your relationship’s built on trust—”

“Trust?” Chad asked. “Now come on, if you guys fool around and stuff—”

“We do fool around,” Marcos said as he put an arm around Ryan. “But it’s cool, cause we’ve got nothing to hide... at the end of the day, I know my boy’s gonna come home with me.”

“Hm,” Chad said. “I’m not sure it’s that simple.”

“I’m not jealous,” Marcos said. “I just want this dude to get what he likes. Even if he gets it from somebody else.”

I’d never heard anyone talk like that before, so I didn’t say a word. Part of me was impressed that Ryan and Marcos had that attitude with each other. Granted, Chad and I had talked about sexual openness too, and he’d said something very similar about my masturbation habits. Then again, it was one thing for Chad to be cool with me playing with myself; it was quite another for him to be cool with me playing with someone else.

“I’m not saying you need to be like us,” Marcos said. “Just do whatever works for the two of you. If that means being monogamous, more power to you.”

Chad and I looked at each other, but I don’t think either of us knew what to say. At least not at that moment.

We ended up hanging out there for hours. I actually didn’t drink that much, since I knew I’d need to drive, and Chad gradually sobered up himself. The conversation seemed to hopscotch from one topic to another: a few times it got deep, but other times it was totally chill.

By the time we headed out, the sky had gone dark, and the lights of Hollywood Boulevard were shining around us. Ryan and Marcos offered to let us spend the night, and we were tempted to say yes. But we didn’t know what that might lead to, either sexually or otherwise. Plus Chad had to work the next morning; so we gave our regrets but promised to hang out again soon.

It took Chad and me another few hours to drive back to San Diego. When we finally got there, and we plopped into bed, that’s when Chad surrendered to his feelings. “Oh fuck,” he said as he clutched me harder than ever before.

Before I could react, Chad’s lips were pressed hard against mine. “Mm,” I mumbled; I wanted to say more, but at that point I couldn’t. I just relished Chad’s warm breath against my cheek, and I savored the familiar taste of his tongue. Our kiss got to be so deep and sensual that it made my whole body tingle.

Chad broke off the kiss, though he kept caressing my cheek with his mouth. “I could never do without this shit....”

“You don’t have to....”

“You’d better be right,” he whispered. “I don’t know how I’d make it without you.”

“Awww....”

“I’m serious. When I said I didn’t want to be like my parents... I meant it.”

“Babe,” I said, “you’re nothing like them. You’re the most— I don’t even know what the word is.”

“Trainwrecked?”

“Oh please. You know that’s not what I was gonna say.”

“I bet you’ll try to tell me we’ll be like Thaxter someday.”

I ran my hands through Chad’s hair. It was hard to imagine us someday being as old as Thaxter. But I had to admit Thaxter had been right: getting older together was definitely better than the alternatives. “Well,” I said, “it’s what we make of it I guess.”

“Fuck, I hope so,” he said. Then he kissed me again.

We made out for what seemed like a long time, while my hands explored Chad’s body. Neither of us said a word, because we didn’t need to. I knew how Chad felt about me, and I was determined not to let this man down. He clearly needed me to be his rock, now more than ever. And I was a hundred percent committed to him.

Eventually we rolled over in bed. Chad pulled my clothes off till I was totally naked. Then he got up and stripped down himself. Finally he reached for our lube, poured a few drops on his fingers, and brought them down to my boyhole.

I barely breathed as I let him lube me up. I knew what was coming of course, and I wasn’t about to resist. I lifted my legs so he could got in position between them; then, a moment later, I felt his hard cock against my crack. I relaxed all my muscles as he penetrated me. Finally he slid in as far as he could go, I let out a loud sigh, and we started making love.

I gazed into Chad’s chestnut eyes as I savored the feeling of his manhood inside me. His lips fluttered a little, and he let off a soft groan. I was dying to suck his face some more, so I wrapped my arms around his back, and I pulled him into another embrace. All the sensations seemed to blend together, from tastes to smells to sights to sounds, to the point that it was a full-body experience. I flicked his lip with my mouth, then jousted with his tongue. His powerful muscles kept heaving and quaking around me while his big thick dick plunged in and out of my ass.

We were in no hurry that night. We knew we were sharing our most intimate parts, both literally and figuratively. We didn’t exchange dirty talk that time; unlike our earlier fucks, we were in no mood to talk about other guys. As far as I was concerned, I was all Chad’s, and he was all mine— and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I re-positioned myself so that Chad wouldn’t hit my prostate, so that we could both last longer. Chad’s face was so close to mine that my eyes could barely focus. Slowly but surely, beads of sweat appeared on his skin, and they greased up his body as it glided along mine. I ran my fingers up and down his back, and I traced all its contours: all his vertebrae, all his ligaments, and everything else. I had to do everything by feel, given the position I was in, but I knew that body even better than I knew my own.

Eventually I zeroed in on my favorite part of all, as I made my way to his ass. First I toyed with his dimples; I would’ve loved to lick them right then, but I told myself there’d be time for that later. Then I held his butt cheeks, which were still gyrating back and forth, and I pulled them toward me. His penis kept ramming deep into me, over and over and over, and I responded in kind. I moved my body in perfect synchronization with his, and I spread my legs as wide open as I could.

Finally I slid my hand in his butt crack, and I caressed the flesh inside. His taint was as hard as a rock, but his pucker was as tender as ever. I teased his boyhole, dabbing at it lightly, then circling my fingertips around it.

Chad’s breaths got deeper and deeper, and his rhythm got faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close. I responded in kind, and I entered his hole as he kept pounding mine.

“Yeah,” he said. “Holy fuck, I love you....” Then his face contorted as I plunged my fingers deeper inside him. The next thing I knew, I felt him pump my ass full of cum.

“Oh baby,” I said, “I love you too.”

Before I could say another word, Chad pulled out of me, and my fingers popped out of his hole. I was about to ask what he was doing, since I didn’t want him to stop. But before I could, he took my dick in his mouth and started sucking me off.

“Holy shit,” was the only thing I could say.

Chad’s technique was as awesome as ever. He knew just how to drive my body insane: he went at just the right speed, with just the right amount of suction. Not to mention how he ran his tongue up and down my shaft, and went in spirals around my tip. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, and they kept building and building till they finally crested—

“Oh God!” I yelped as I went over the edge. Chad clamped his mouth down, and I promptly unloaded down his throat.

“Mm,” he mumbled as he drank up my juices.

“Fuck,” I finally said. As my orgasm died down, I let my body sink into the bed.

Chad gave my dick a big cummy kiss. Then he moved to his side of the bed, and he curled up beside me. “How many years do you think we can keep this shit up?”

I nuzzled his earlobe. “Hopefully a lot....”

“I was hoping that’d be your answer.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

He put his arms back around me. “I don’t know,” he replied.



To be continued....
 
CHAPTER 31



For the Fourth of July, Thaxter hosted a party at his house. He let us all bring friends, and he made clear that everyone was welcome. We figured Ryan and Marcos were just the right types to enjoy a gay pool party, and sure enough, they jumped at the invite. Chad and I brought a case of craft beer, while Ryan and Marcos brought tamales. Some of the bar’s regulars brought pretzels, chips, cupcakes, and other snacks.

We spent the first hour or so milling around the patio. Thaxter’s place wasn’t as fancy as Chad’s, but it made for a great party space. Some of the guests were inside, watching Jaws, while the rest of us chatted and basked in the sun.

Jean-Jacques made quite a splash, both literally and figuratively, when he jumped in the water. He was wearing tight red Speedos, which left very little to the imagination. I knew was European and all, but even so, it was a little weird to see my customer practically naked.

“Mm,” Ryan said as he watched Jean-Jacques climb back out of the pool. Ryan seemed to focus on Jean-Jacques’s bulge, which swung back and forth which each step, dripping water along the way. He leaned over to Marcos. “I’d love to get some of that inside me....”

“Wait,” Marcos said. “I thought we agreed it was my turn to bottom.”

“Maybe we can do both,” Ryan said. “We’d just need someone to service us.”

Chad and I were sitting right beside them, but neither of us said a word. I couldn’t tell if Ryan was hitting on us, or Jean-Jacques, or both. Jean-Jacques didn’t seem to have heard him; he just made another dive, swum underwater for a moment, then came up for air.

I cleared my throat, but before I could say anything, I heard commotion nearby. It was over by the front door. From where I was sitting, I couldn’t see much, but I could make out a big-haired woman.

“I know he’s in there,” the woman was saying. “You’ve got to let me in.”

Thaxter’s husband Bruce was running interference. “I’m sorry,” he said, “who are you?”

“That’s none of your business,” she snapped.

Chad and I exchanged glances. I was probably less surprised than he was, since I’d seen these kinds of spectacles before. At the bar, it was not unusual to have jealous lovers show up and make trouble. It was always especially interesting when the lovers in question were girlfriends or wives.

Bruce kept trying to talk to the woman. She didn’t seem to want any part of it.

“Don’t tell me to quiet down!” she yelled. “I saw my child in there!”

Oh shit, I thought. She wasn’t a jealous lover at all. I’d never seen an angry mom show up like this. I was dying to know more. I tried to get a good look at her face, to see if I could recognize her, but Bruce was in the way.

“Look,” Bruce was saying. “I’m not going let you bother our friends—”

“Your friends? Is that what you call them these days?”

“Ma’am—”

“I want to know how you people sleep at night. The way you’re corrupting these boys—”

“You need to go.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“You’re on my property,” he said. “If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.”

The woman scoffed, turned on her heels, and stomped away. “You... you... you sodomites!

A bunch of us burst out laughing. “Sodomites?” Ryan asked.

“Hey lady, sodomy’s great!” yelled my co-worker Kyle. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!”

“Honestly,” Thaxter said, “what century are we in? Does she think we’re Oscar Wilde?”

Bruce shut the door and turned back to us. “Wow,” he said. “I feel bad for her kids.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

The twins peeked out from behind a tablecloth. “Is she gone?”

“Yes,” Bruce said. “You’re okay.”

I hadn’t realized Mason and Madison had been hiding. They climbed out from under their table. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Holy shit,” Kyle said. “That lady’s your mom?”

“She just found out about us being gay,” Mason said. “She still doesn’t know the half of it. But you can see she’s not exactly taking it well.”

“We always knew she wouldn’t,” Madison said.

“That’s terrible,” Jean-Jacques said.

“That’s why we’re here,” Thaxter said. “I went through the same thing myself, way back when. Anything you need, just tell me.”

“Thanks man.” Mason reached for the cooler. “Right now we need a drink more than anything else.”

The twins grabbed a pair of beers, then sat down beside us. Madison let out a loud sigh.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Chad said, “my dad’s a homophobe too. Except he’s buddy-buddy with his lesbian sister.”

“Say what?” Mason asked. “How the hell does that work?”

“Damned if I know,” Chad said. “I think he’s in denial about her being gay. But that’s just the start of it. My family gets more fucked up from there.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Well,” Chad said, “I guess it is what it is.”

I put my arm around Chad’s shoulders. I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but I did want to make him feel supported. Chad just looked at me and nodded.

We did our best to kick back and relax. It was definitely nice to get a change of scenery. Apart from Chad’s family drama, he and I had both been working unusually long hours. In Chad’s case, working for a congressman, he’d had to plan a bunch of stuff for the Fourth. In my case, San Diego Pride fell around the same time, and the bar had gotten quite a bit busier. It did feel good to escape from all that, at least for that day.

“So Scott,” Jean-Jacques said as he swam up to us, “are we still on for the Cockpit next week?”

“Definitely,” I said.

“What’s the Cockpit?” Ryan asked Jean-Jacques. He acted pretty flirtatious, even though his boyfriend was right there.

“It’s a place near the airport. We’d talked about going to see Flynn Taylor.”

“Flynn Taylor? Like the porn star?”

“That’s him,” Jean-Jacques said.

“No shit?” Ryan said. “Man, I’d love to go....”

Jean-Jacques shrugged. “If you want to come too, the more the merrier.”

“Well, if it’s next week, we can’t make that. Is he performing somewhere else? Like L.A.?”

“I don’t know. I’d need to check.”

“That’d be awesome,” Ryan said. “Say, how’s the water in there?”

I had to keep from rolling my eyes. Ryan wasn’t even trying to hide what he was really after. His shorts made it obvious enough, with his visible hard-on, not to mention his tone of voice. Not that I particularly blamed him: Jean-Jacques was a good-looking guy, and his French accent added a nice touch. I just wasn’t into him myself. Not to mention how Chad and I didn’t sleep with other guys— at least not anymore— unlike Ryan and Marcos.

To no one’s surprise, Ryan ended up getting in the pool. Marcos did too, and so did the twins. They all splashed around for a while, constantly laughing and joking. At one point Marcos pulled down Jean-Jacques’s swimsuit, and he and Ryan played catch with it, while a naked Jean-Jacques tried to get it back. I couldn’t help watching Jean-Jacques’s gluteal muscles flexing and relaxing while he jumped in and out of the water, till he finally caught his Speedo and put it back on.

By the time sun went down, a lot of the guys had gotten pretty drunk. We watched the fireworks together, but Thaxter and Bruce knew a lot of people were in no shape to drive, so they offered to let us crash for the night.

Chad and I were still reasonably sober, so we decided to head home. Thaxter offered us whatever leftovers we wanted, so we wrapped up a bunch of patties, hot dogs, and buns, and we threw them in Chad’s trunk.

We were about to drive away when we saw a glint of light. From where we were parked, we could see one of Thaxter’s bedrooms. We saw Ryan pull Jean-Jacques into the room; then they started making out.

“Well,” I said, “it looks like Ryan got what we wanted.”

“Yeah,” Chad said, “and apparently Marcos did too.”

I looked more closely, and sure enough, I could see Marcos just outside the bedroom. He was busy kissing Kyle, and the two of them were slowly making their way toward the bed. I felt a little guilty watching them, but I told myself Ryan and Marcos didn’t mind. After all, those guys had fucked in front of us more than once; and if they really wanted privacy, they could always close their blinds.

“You can keep touching yourself,” Chad said. “I know you want to.”

“What?” I asked.

Chad gave me a knowing look. Then he looked down at my crotch.

I suddenly realized I’d been playing with myself. I hadn’t even known I was doing it. But there I was with my hands between my legs.

“It’s cool,” Chad said. “I know how you are with group sex. And it’s not exactly a secret I like watching you jack off.”

I wanted to say something, but then I saw Marcos had pulled Kyle onto the bed. Ryan, meanwhile, had stuck his hand down Jean-Jacques’s Speedo, and was fondling its contents. All the guys were pretty scantily-clad, since they were still wearing the same stuff they’d worn in the pool.

“Pull your pants down,” Chad said. “You know you want to....”

I didn’t disagree, but I was just sitting in Chad’s passenger seat, which didn’t seem like the best place to do this. On the other hand, the fact that we were sitting in a parked car was probably part of the fun.

Chad reached over, and he looked in my eyes as he undid my fly. I opened my pants and slid them down a few inches. Chad’s hand responded in kind, and he caressed my crotch.

By now Ryan had slid off his swimsuit, and he was pulling off Jean-Jacques’s. Within seconds, both guys were naked. Marcos seemed to enjoy the view as much as I did; he laid back against the bed, and he pulled Kyle toward him.

I felt Chad’s tongue on my cock, and I looked down to see his head in my lap. He was bobbing up and down, the same way he always did, which felt as awesome as ever. I still felt a little self-conscious, since after all, we were on a public street. But at that point it felt so good that I was not about to complain.

Marcos slid off his swimsuit, rolled onto his stomach, and stuck his butt in the air. Kyle bent down, put his face between Marcos’s cheeks, and started licking away. As he did, Marcos put his arms around Ryan— who was just a few feet from them— and they shared a sensual kiss.

“Mm,” Chad said as he kept sucking my cock. He was stretched over the car’s center console, but he didn’t seem to mind. By now he’d undone his own pants, and he was stroking himself with with one hand, while he played with my balls with the other.

Inside the window, Ryan and Marcos had broken off their kiss. Ryan was still getting rimmed, but he motioned to Jean-Jacques. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I didn’t need to. I knew Ryan was dying to get fucked, and by all indications, Marcos was too. I knew all too well that feeling of being hungry for dick. Chad and I had definitely had times where we both wanted to get fucked; we’d just never gone about it this way.

Marcos laid flat on his stomach, in the same position as Ryan, and he spread his legs for Kyle. One of them must’ve brought condoms and lube: Jean-Jacques and Kyle both got themselves ready, and they assumed their positions. Then they slid their cocks inside Ryan and Marcos.

“Oh yeah,” I gasped as Chad’s lips ran up my shaft. He was using his tongue to heighten my sensations, tracing patterns along my dick. Familiar waves of pleasure were cascading through me.

Ryan and Marcos seemed pretty enraptured themselves. Jean-Jacques and Kyle were jackhammering away, to the point that I could see the mattress bouncing. All four of their faces were contorted with pleasure, and their thighs kept shuddering with each thrust.

Chad took his mouth off my dick. “Now,” he said, “I want to watch you get yourself off.”

“You mean—”

“I’ve never seen you be a voyeur like this. It’s actually pretty hot.”

“That’s because I’ve never done this before. The most I’ve ever watched was guys getting naked, like at the gym and stuff—”

“Or the showers at Shaw?”

“Well yeah.”

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

I couldn’t argue with that. I looked back at the house, where the two tops were now making out. Ryan lifted his ass a few inches, then pressed back against Jean-Jacques’s crotch, apparently trying to get him in deeper. Marcos threw his head back, and his mouth dropped open, as he savored the cock that was ramming inside him.

I started stroking my dick, but Chad had done such a good job of priming the pump, I was already close. I wasn’t sure how long I could last.

“Go ahead,” he said. “You can bust whenever you want to.” Chad sat back in his seat, and he gripped his own cock. “I want you to put on a show for me, the same way they’re doing for you.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Considering my fetish, the sight of these four guys was enough to get me off. Coupled with the blowjob I’d just gotten, and the knowledge that Chad was turned on, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. I just clutched my penis and pounded away.

Inside the house, Marcos went back to making out with Ryan. Now all four of the boys’ bodies were connected, either though their lips or their crotches. They all managed to keep the same rhythm, so their muscles heaved back and forth in one wave after another.

That was all I could take. I felt my cum surge through my cock, and my body writhed in ecstasy, till I shot all over myself.

Chad wasn’t far behind me. “Oh yeah,” was all he said as he watched me get off. Then he went over the edge himself, and his cum splattered all over his shirt and his pants.

I saw movement nearby, and I suddenly realized we weren’t the only ones watching. The car in front of us was dark, but I could make out a big-haired woman inside. She was drinking what looked like a bottle of wine.

“Holy shit,” I said as I realized who it was. The twins’ mom had apparently been sitting there the whole time.

“Wait a minute,” Chad said. “Is she doing the same thing we were?”

I squinted. Sure enough, Mrs. Turner had her hand in her crotch, and she was arching her back. She seemed to be really into it too, and she never took her eyes off the dudes having sex.

Chad and I exchanged glances. “Wow,” he said. “Just wow. What a hypocrite.”

“I mean,” I said, “a lot of straight guys like watching lesbians fuck. So if straight girls like watching gay guys—”

“The way she acted, that’s different.”

“Well yeah—”

“I want to give that bitch a piece of my mind.”

“Now wait—”

“I’m not gonna do it. I’m just saying I want to.” He chewed his lip. “You know, that’s actually really sad. Here she is, on a holiday, getting drunk by herself. She’s probably craving all that dick she can’t have.”

I nodded, but then I thought of something else. “Is she gonna be parked here all night?” I asked. “If she’s as drunk as she looks, she shouldn’t be driving—”

“You think we should call the cops?”

“Well... I mean I wouldn’t want the guys to get in trouble either.”

“What’s to get in trouble for? They’re in a bedroom. That’s what a bedroom is there for.”

“I know but... maybe they should be more discreet?”

“I guess, but we probably aren’t the ones to talk....”

Before I could respond, I saw Jean-Jacques’s body start to convulse. He was apparently cumming. Ryan seemed to be loving the ride; he jacked himself off, faster and faster, till he busted himself.

I looked over at Chad. Neither of us seemed in any shape to talk to a cop, at least not in person. It was pretty obvious what we’d been doing: Chad had zipped up his pants, but his clothes were stained with jizz. I’d made quite a few cum stains myself, and the whole car smelled of sperm.

Marcos pulled himself up, and he got on his knees. Kyle kept his dick inside Marcos the while time, grabbed his hips, and started pounding him from behind. Ryan went down on Marcos, while Jean-Jacques sat back and watched.

It only took a few seconds for Marcos to get off. He made what looked like a scream— though we could only hear it muffled through the walls— and he unloaded in Ryan’s mouth. Kyle pulled out of his ass, yanked off his condom, and gave himself a few strokes; then he shot ropes of cum across Marcos’s butt cheeks.

Finally all four of them laid down. They seemed to be catching their breath. Then Jean-Jacques reached up and turned off the lights, and they disappeared into the darkness.

I noticed Mrs. Turner had gone totally still. From where I was sitting, she seemed to have passed out. It looked like she’d missed the big climax— or climaxes plural.

“Let’s get out of here,” Chad said.

I nodded, and Chad turned the ignition. As we pulled out of our spot, I tried to catch a good look at Mrs. Turner. She was fast asleep, with her face against the window, and she was apparently drooling. Her wine bottle was still visible, and her hand was still in her crotch.

I was still conflicted about reporting her to the cops, but to me, it came down to safety. Even if Mrs. Turner never left her car, I knew she’d eventually wake up, and I assumed she’d try to drive home. I didn’t want to risk that, so during our drive back, I did call the police. I didn’t go into detail of course; I just told them I’d seen a drunk woman behind the wheel, and I left it there. The dispatcher said she’d send someone out. Chad and I never saw what happened after that.

With the holiday over, I assumed we’d go back to our routines. But as it turned out, Chad’s father filed for divorce that same weekend. Chad and I were there when Linda got served with the papers. By that point she knew it was coming; after all, she’d originally wanted to initiate it herself. Even so, it was still a sad moment, and it made their breakup feel very real.

In the days that followed, Linda was hardly ever home. I don’t know if she was meeting with lawyers or what, but it was just as well. As much as Chad wanted to be supportive, he also didn’t want to get caught in the middle of their problems. He also didn’t want to sit around and mope, so he basically buried himself in work. He stayed at the office even longer than before, and he volunteered for every project he could. This seemed to win him a lot of points with his boss, which went a long way toward making him feel appreciated. At the same time, I didn’t like seeing my man under stress.

At one point I suggested canceling our plans with Jean-Jacques. Under the circumstances, I wasn’t sure it was the time to do something that frivolous. But Chad told me he still wanted to go. He needed to get his mind off things, and going to Flynn’s show seemed an ideal way to do it.

The Cockpit turned out to be a nondescript building on a sketchy-looking street. Its vibe was totally different from Thaxter’s. There seemed to be no queeny guys in sight, and definitely no drag shows or anything like that. On the contrary, the place seemed to cater to military guys, so it was full of buzz cuts, square jaws, well-toned bodies, and such.

Jean-Jacques apparently knew the people who worked there. He got us seats right in front of the stage. We did have time before the show started, so the three of us just chatted for a while.

“By the way,” Jean-Jacques said, “I like those friends of yours. Ryan and Marcos?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Kyle and I hooked up with them after.”

I wasn’t sure whether to admit I already knew. But then I figured I had nothing to lose. “We saw.”

“You did?”

“As we were leaving.”

Jean-Jacques shrugged. “Well then,” he said without batting an eye, “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Chad didn’t say a word. I could tell he was on pins and needles, and I could only hope he was excited in a good way. After all, Chad been a fan of Flynn’s for years, having watched his porn since high school. I was pretty sure he’d helped Chad realize he liked dudes. I knew it had to be a weird feeling for Chad, knowing he was about to see this guy in the flesh.

Finally the lights went down, and a cheer went up from the crowd. A spotlight turned on in the back, and we saw Flynn silhouetted against a sheet. He made a big show of holding a microphone to his mouth.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked in his familiar baritone voice.

Chad started clapping, and a bunch of others did too.

“I can’t hear you....”

The crowd cheered louder and louder. A couple guys whistled, and a few others yelled across the room.

“Are you sure?”

Flynn sure knew how to tease his audience. The room seemed to be going crazy. Chad’s eyes were as wide as saucers; he seemed to be frozen in anticipation.

“All right boys....”

Flynn’s leg appeared from behind the curtain. I recognized his trademark tattoo on his ankle. As the music kept playing, his arms appeared and wrapped around the curtain. Finally Flynn threw the curtain aside, and his whole body came into view.

Flynn wasn’t bothering with silly costumes, fog, or any of that stuff. He just danced out on stage in a tank top and tighty-whities. He almost looked like he was dancing in his bedroom or something. A single chair was sitting in the middle of the stage; he circled around it, waving his butt at his fans.

I looked over at Chad. He seemed almost mesmerized by the sight. I don’t think he realized how hard his dick was straining against his pants.

Flynn made his way along the edge of the stage, waving at the audience, blowing kisses at a few people. He gestured toward the chair, inviting someone to sit in it, and a bunch of volunteers yelled out. Then, to my surprise, he looked over at us.

“Holy shit,” I said without thinking. Before I could say anything else, Flynn winked at Jean-Jacques, and then he motioned for Chad to come over.

“M-me?” seemed to be all Chad could say.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite!”

Chad didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t bother with the stairs; he just climbed onstage and jumped in the chair.

I looked over at Jean-Jacques. I wanted to ask him: was this your doing? After all, he’d been known to work as Flynn’s photographer, and he seemed to like me and Chad. But Jean-Jacques just shrugged.

“Now enjoy,” Flynn said to Chad. He positioned his body right over Chad’s crotch, the music picked up, and he launched into a lap dance.

I suddenly realized my mouth was hanging open. I couldn’t stop thinking how Chad had lusted over Flynn’s cock and balls for so long, and now they were literally right within his reach. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I forced myself to ignore it. I knew for Chad this was a fantasy come true.

Flynn never actually touched Chad, but he came pretty close, which kept driving Chad wild. Chad seemed to want to leap from his chair, but he didn’t move a muscle. He was clearly getting hornier by the second.

Flynn stepped back, whipped off his tank top, and twirled it around his head. Then he tossed it into the audience, where a bunch of guys jumped to catch it. Now Flynn was mostly naked, except for his tighty-whiteys. He ran his hands across his chest, and he gyrated his body with the music.

Chad’s boner was obvious by now; his pants had turned into a tent, right in front of everyone, though he didn’t acknowledge it. I thought I saw a spot of pre-cum, though it was hard to be sure in that lighting. A bunch of cheers rang out from the audience, wanting to see more.

Flynn danced over to the edge of the stage. He swiveled his hips around, teasing the catcallers, and he bobbed his head back and forth. Then he yanked on his underwear, which came right off in his hand. The crowd let out a cheer— and so did Chad— as Flynn’s famous cock and balls bounced into view. Flynn was semi-hard at that moment, though I could tell he wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Chad was practically drooling. Then Flynn bent down in front of him, exposing his pucker. Chad’s eyes zeroed in on that boyhole, as if he couldn’t look away. After all, it was the same hole Chad loved to watch getting fucked.

“Looks like your man’s enjoying yourself,” Jean-Jacques said.

I didn’t disagree, but I wasn’t sure how to respond. To be honest, I was almost in a trance myself. I hadn’t forgotten all the times Chad and I had gotten off to Flynn, in some form or another, so it was surreal to see Flynn’s anatomy up close and personal. Not that I was complaining of course, and neither was Chad....

Flynn started dancing in circles, exposing every part of himself to every part of the club. Cheers rang out from every direction. The music kept building, and Flynn’s gyrations got more and more exaggerated, basically sexier and sexier. His dick was visibly getting harder and harder. Finally he got to the big finish, and he struck a pose at the front of the stage. Finally the crowd went crazy while Flynn’s whole body froze in place.

Jean-Jacques started clapping, and I suddenly realized I needed to clap too. Chad didn’t seem to how how to react; after all, he was technically part of the show. But after a few seconds, Chad did start applauding.

Flynn turned around, in all his naked glory, and he bowed in front of Chad. Then he took Chad’s arm, held it up, and motioned for the audience to give Chad a hand.

“See?” Jean-Jacques asked. “I knew you guys would make for good performers.”

I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but the applause would’ve drowned it out anyway. By the time the club quieted down, Flynn had retreated offstage, while Chad was stumbling toward us.

“Holy shit,” seemed to be all Chad could say.

“How’d you like that?” Jean-Jacques asked.

“I....” Chad’s voice trailed off for a moment. Then he swallowed. “Holy shit,” he said again.

I could tell Chad’s hormones were surging. He was trying not to let on, but he was crazy horny, basically dying for sex. I knew it wouldn’t be enough for us to jack off in the car. We’d need to fuck our brains out the second we got to our bedroom— if we even made it that far.

“Do you still want to go backstage?” Jean-Jacques asked.

Chad and I just looked at each other. I’d completely forgotten that Jean-Jacques had offered to introduce us. Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure if we should, at least under those circumstances—

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Chad said. “That’d be awesome.”

I tried to signal him as discreetly as I could. Are you sure? was what I wanted to ask. Then again, I wasn’t about to give him a hard time, considering all the shit he was going through. If Chad was up for it, I thought, we might as well do it.

Jean-Jacques took us through a door marked “Employees Only,” then took us past a bunch of back areas. Jean-Jacques stopped in front of a door marked “Green Room,” and he knocked.

“Who is it?” came Flynn’s voice.

“It’s me,” Jean-Jacques said.

“Oh cool. Come on in.”

Jean-Jacques opened the door, and we stepped inside. Flynn was standing there in his bathrobe. He was in an older dressing room lined with mirrors, and he was just setting down his hairbrush.

“This is Chad,” Jean-Jacques said, “and Scott.”

“Hey guys!”

Chad didn’t seem to know how to react. “Uh....”

“Great job out there tonight. That crowd seemed to love it.”

Chad’s eyebrows went up at the sound of his idol complimenting him. “Well,” he said, “I mean I wasn’t expecting to do that....”

“Most guys aren’t, which is part of the fun. The more you look like a deer in the headlights, the hotter it is. And I mean that in a good way.”

“I-I guess when you put it like that—”

“So how do you know Jean-Jacques?”

“From Thaxter’s,” I said.

“Is that the place in Hillcrest?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard of it,” Flynn said. “I’ve never actually been.”

“If you wanted to perform there too, you could—”

“Do you guys want something to drink?” Flynn asked.

Chad and I looked at each other. “I’m good,” I said.

“Well, make yourselves comfortable.” He pointed to a cheap couch.

“Is Vince here?” Chad asked.

“Oh no,” Flynn said. “We’re not together anymore. We still do scenes and stuff... but it’s hard to stay a couple when you’re getting to paid to fuck other people.”

I nodded. I couldn’t argue with that.

“I’ll see him tomorrow though. In Dallas.”

“Dallas?” Chad asked. “Isn’t that where—”

“That’s where I got arrested. I mean, it was years ago, but the studio’s publicity people still talk about it. Not that I’m complaining. It’s good for business, and now I guess it’s part of my image.”

“What happened?”

“I mean, the basics of the story are true. I was hooking up with guys at the airport. If you grew up in the closet like I did, especially in a place like Texas, those airport bathrooms are like shooting fish in a barrel. To be honest, I didn’t know how to get dick anywhere else.”

“Shit.”

“So yeah, I got arrested for lewd behavior. The studio makes it sound like it was all over the news, like my dad was the mayor of Dallas. Actually he was just the mayor of Euless, which is a boring little suburb. People there did get pissed: the town was pretty old-school, so they didn’t like knowing the mayor’s son was gay. They almost made my dad quit his job, but he got through it. And hey: it got me a career in porn.”

Jean-Jacques chuckled. “Speaking of getting arrested,” he said, “did I tell you about the woman at the party?”

“What party?” Flynn asked.

“Our Fourth of July party. You wouldn’t have been believed her: she was trying to get in, and she was yelling and screaming—”

“Oh jeez—”

“She got arrested too.”

“Really?” Chad asked.

“Really,” Jean-Jacques said. “We all woke up to flashing lights. The police handcuffed her and everything.”

Chad and I looked at each other. “Woah,” Chad said.

“It sounds like she had it coming,” Flynn said. “That’s karma for you.”

“I can beat that,” I said. “We saw a homophobe get sprayed by a skunk once. Chad even got it on camera.”

“Are you serious?” Flynn asked.

“Totally,” I said, and I gestured to Chad. “Go ahead, show him.”

Chad pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his video clips. “It was actually really funny....”

“Wait a minute,” Flynn said. “What’s that?”

Chad’s eyes opened wide, and he froze. At first I didn’t know what had happened. But then I looked more closely, and I caught a glimpse of something else on Chad’s phone. The thumbnail image showed me and Chad naked. It was from the sex tape we’d made.

“Th-that’s nothing—”

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” Flynn said. “That looks hot.”

“Wait a minute,” Jean-Jacques said. “You never told me about this.”

“I mean... it’s not supposed to be for public consumption—”

“Okay,” Flynn said, “then tell me: how many videos have you watched of me?”

“Well... a few....”

“I bet it’s more than a few,” Flynn said. He licked his lips and smiled. “How many times have you gotten off to my stuff?”

“I-I... well, I didn’t exactly keep count....”

“Uh-huh,” Flynn said. “That’s what I thought. So why can’t I see a video of you?”

Chad looked at me, wanting to know how to respond. I was caught off guard myself, but at the same time, I had to admit we had nothing to lose. After all, Flynn had already seen the thumbnail, and it was true we’d watched him have sex many times. As for Jean-Jacques, we’d full-on watched him in person, so I couldn’t help thinking fair was fair.

“Okay,” Chad said. “If you say so....”

Flynn tapped Chad’s phone, and the clip started playing. It was the part where we were making out in bed, fully clothed, till Chad slid his hand in my pants.

“I want your cock so bad,” he said in the video.

“Hell yeah,” was my response.

“I mean it.... You’re gonna need to pound me so hard....”

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. I’d completely forgotten how we’d talked dirty in the tape. I felt completely self-conscious, especially side Flynn was a professional, so he could do this a lot better than we could.

Flynn didn’t seem to complain. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said as he watched.

Onscreen, my dick came into view. “Are you sure you can take it?” I asked Chad.

“Hell yeah. I’m so fucking horny right now... I’m dying to get that inside me....”

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

“That’s right,” Flynn said as he touched himself though his bathrobe. “Make him beg for it....”

“You fucking tease!” Chad said in the video.

“That’s the idea.”

Flynn never took his eyes from the screen. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Keep going boys....”

I tried to gauge where this was going. Jean-Jacques also seemed glued to Chad’s phone. Chad was clearly as nervous as I was; he looked right back at me, but he didn’t say a word.

Flynn reached into his bathrobe and started openly stroking his cock. Jean-Jacques barely even blinked at the sight. After all, it was Flynn’s job to get off in front of people. It was just a little weird to see him jacking off to our video, instead of us jacking off to his.

Flynn watched the part where I stripped off Chad’s clothes and started sucking his cock. Flynn glanced over at the real Chad, then looked back at the screen. Then he licked his lips, as if he wanted to taste my man’s dick for himself.

We all stayed silent for a minute, till the onscreen Chad was practically dying. “My hole is so ready to get fucked,” he said. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait....”

“You tell him,” Flynn said. He gave his cock a long sensual stroke. “Let him know how bad you want his dick.”

The onscreen Chad did as he was told. “Make me your bitch,” he said. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I watched myself take my mouth off Chad’s cock. “I never knew you’d be so demanding.”

“Dude,” he said, “you know I’ve been waiting days to get fucked. I can’t tell you how bad I need it right now.”

“Hot damn,” Flynn said. “That’s fucking hot.” Then he took Chad’s phone in his hands, and he skipped through the rest of our foreplay. He resumed the video when I started reaming Chad’s ass.

“Fuck me faster,” Chad was saying. “As deep as you can.”

Flynn went back to stroking his cock while he watched me pound away. By now Chad and I had boners of our own— in real life that is— and so did Jean-Jacques. I could tell Chad wanted to jack off too, though he didn’t have the nerve.

“Just like that,” the onscreen Chad said between thrusts, “except harder. Fucking wreck my ass.”

“That’s it,” Flynn said as he whipped off his bathrobe and threw it to the side. He plopped down naked on the couch, with his raging boner pointing right up, and he motioned to me and Chad. “C’mere. Both of you.”

“I... say what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean. I want to fuck you.”

“I....” Chad looked over at me, then looked back at Flynn. “Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah,” Flynn said. “You two are fucking hot.”

I could tell Chad wanted it. His hormones were practically seeping through his pores. Not to mention how I knew his sexual tastes as well as anyone— just like he knew mine— and this seemed to be right up both of our alleys. I couldn’t help thinking of what Thaxter had said: enjoy that while it lasts... your bodies won’t stay in that shape forever.... Then there was what Marcos had said about Ryan: I’m not jealous... I just want this dude to get what he likes. Even if he gets it from somebody else....

I took a deep breath as I gathered up my nerve. I felt like this was a moment of truth. Then I leaned over and whispered in Chad’s ear. “If you want to do it,” I said, “we can.”

“I... what?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

“What are you waiting for?” Flynn asked.

Chad looked back and forth a few times. I could almost see his mind at work. Then he started shaking his head.

“What?”

“Listen,” Chad said, “I do need to get fucked right now. More than anything.” He wrapped his arms around me. “And I want this guy to be the one to do it.”

This was a twist I hadn’t expected. My first thought was that I wasn’t sure he was serious.

“What are you saying?” Flynn asked. “Aren’t you into me?”

“In porn, yeah, you’re fucking awesome,” Chad said. “When I was in the closet... I mean, I would’ve given anything for that dick. And you have no idea how hard you’ve made me cum.”

“Well yeah,” Flynn said. “That’s the idea.”

Chad nodded. “Okay... so maybe tonight I return the favor.” He paused for a moment. “If you really think I’m that hot... maybe you should be the one who’s getting off to me.”

“You mean you just want me to watch?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Flynn looked at me, then at Jean-Jacques, then back at Chad. “I’ve never heard anyone say that before.”

I was so flattered that I didn’t know what to do next. Did Chad really want me that bad? At least compared to Flynn?

“Are you sure about this?” Flynn asked. “What if I just join in?”

Chad tightened his grip on my body. “This guy’s got a monopoly on me,” he said, “just like I’ve got a monopoly on him.”

By then, I was practically dying. All I could think was how much I loved this man. Chad made me feel so much more than anyone else I’d ever met.

The next thing I knew, my lips were locked against his. His masculine jaw and bristly beard pressed against my cheek, while his tasty warm tongue ran in circles around mine. I felt his hand slide under my shirt. My own hands were practically on autopilot: I opened his fly without thinking about it, and I yanked down his shorts.

It only took a few seconds for us both to get naked. Chad’s dick was dripping pre-cum, and it seemed almost ready to explode. I didn’t want him to get off too fast, so I went out of my way not to touch it.

Flynn offered up a stash of condoms, lube, and even a few toys. The only thing I took was the lube. Beyond that, Chad’s body offered all the features I needed.

There wasn’t enough room on the couch, so Chad laid down on the floor, and he eagerly spread his legs. I got into position, and I looked right in his eyes, which were just inches away. Chad looked right back.

“I love you so much,” he whispered as my dick touched his hole.

“I love you too,” I whispered back. “More than anything.” Then I made my way inside.

“Holy fuck,” Flynn said as he went back to stroking his cock.

I could barely see Jean-Jacques from the corner of my eye. He seemed to be enjoying the show. At first he just massaged his dick through his pants, but then he pulled it out.

I started making out with Chad, and our surroundings turned into a blur. I felt Chad’s breath against my face, and I smelled the distinctive odor of his skin. My tongue explored his teeth and his palate, while my cock explored the other end of his body.

“That is one tight fucking ass,” Flynn said. “I bet it feels so good to be in there....”

“Mm-hm,” was all I could say. I never interrupted our kiss, and I didn’t break my rhythm. Chad ran his hands up and down my back, and he let out a few soft groans as I fucked him.

Jean-Jacques must’ve stripped down too, because the next time I looked up, he was naked too. I caught a glimpse of him sitting on the couch, next to Flynn, while they jacked off side-by-side.

“Oh baby,” Chad said between kisses.

“Yeah,” Flynn said, “tell us how much you like getting fucked.”

“I fucking love it....”

“You’re sure you’re enjoying that dick up your ass?”

Chad was moaning so hard that he could barely answer. “Fuck,” he said, “it’s incredible....” Then he closed his eyes, and he let me pound away.

My own sensations felt incredible too. My whole body was tingling, and my heart was pounding. I had to force myself not to cum. I kept trying to think of something else, but all I could think was how mind-blowing it was to make love to my man.

“Oh shit,” Chad gasped. “That dick was made for my hole....”

“Are you sure?” Flynn asked. “You’ve got an awesome dick yourself....”

Chad shook his head. He clutched my body, then forced himself to form words. “Not as awesome as this....”

I felt a surge of adrenaline. Chad’s compliments made me feel like the world’s biggest stud. Except as far as I was concerned, the world’s biggest stud was the one taking my cock.

“Fuck,” Flynn said. He took his hand off his crotch, and he leaned back on the couch. “You guys are gonna make me cum....”

“Why don’t you?” Jean-Jacques asked.

“Not yet,” Flynn said. “First I think that dick needs some action.”

“What?”

Flynn pointed to Chad’s cock, which still hadn’t been touched. “I bet you’re an awesome fucking top....”

I was about to go over the edge, and I was tempted to do it, but I resisted the urge. I slowed down my thrusts, then finally stopped, and I gave Chad another kiss.

“Come on,” Flynn said. “I need a good fuck of my own.”

Chad and I exchanged another glance. Neither of us said a word.

“Here,” Flynn said as he handed Chad the lube.

Chad looked at me one more time. Then he took the lube in his hands, poured a few drops on his fingers, and rubbed them on his cock.

I pulled out of Chad’s ass. I wasn’t sure about this, but I was willing to do whatever he wanted.

“C’mere,” Chad said to me.

“You mean—”

“With an ass like that,” he said, “why would I want anything else?”

“Now wait,” Flynn said.

“Dude,” Chad said as he pointed , “if you need a dick, you’ve got one right beside you.” He turned to me. “What are you waiting for? Go ahead and ride me.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I climbed on top of Chad’s body, and I took his dick in my hand. Then I aimed it at my pucker, and I lowered my body onto his.

“Fuck,” Flynn said, “lucky bastard....”

I started bucking my body back and forth. Chad matched my rhythm, the same way he always did, as his warm hard cock slid in and out of me.

“That dick must feel so good....”

“Yeah,” was all I could say.

“I bet it feels really thick,” Jean-Jacques said.

“And meaty,” Flynn said.

I just nodded. I was breathing too hard to say anything else.

“It must feel great to have that open you up....”

I was so into the sex that I barely realized what was happening. A porn star was fantasizing about my man. And he was lamenting that he couldn’t have him.

“Fuck it,” Flynn said as he grabbed the lube. He dabbed some on his hole, then greased up Jean-Jacques’s shaft. Then he squatted over Jean-Jacques, and without another word, he took the man’s cock in his ass.

“Help yourself,” Jean-Jacques said as he started thrusting.

I felt Chad’s dick get perilously close to my prostate. The sensation was great— I fucking loved getting reamed like that— but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.

“Is this what it feels like?” Flynn asked between gasps. He was riding Jean-Jacques in a lap dance position. It looked an awful lot like the lap dance he’d done onstage.

Chad pulled my body toward his, and we went back to making out. I couldn’t help thinking how fucking lucky I was. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this dude. Yet here I was, with my lips against his, and I was the one with his penis inside me.

Chad rolled us over, so that I was on my back. I wrapped my legs around him, and he started doing me missionary. I could tell his breaths were getting deeper and deeper.

“Do you wanna see me cum?” he asked Flynn.

“Oh fuck,” was Flynn’s only response.

Chad’s muscles started to tense up, and he pounded me faster and faster. Then, at the very last moment, he yanked his dick from my ass. I almost wanted to protest, but just then, I felt a warm jet on my hole. Then I felt another, then another. I could tell my pucker was getting covered in cum. Chad’s cum. His most basic essence. His juices. His DNA. Something Flynn would never get.

“O-o-o-o-o-oh yeah!” Flynn yelled as he started cumming himself. He didn’t even try to aim; he just shot straight in the air. Some of his jizz went on his chest, and some of it landed on the couch. The rest of it mostly splattered in his pubes.

Jean-Jacques pulled out of Flynn, and he finished himself off. It only took him a few seconds till he grunted and busted.

By now I was the only one who hadn’t cum. Chad positioned his face by my crotch. “You know what I want you to do,” he said.

“Hell yeah,” I replied. I got on my knees, and Chad played with my balls while I pounded my shaft. My freshly-fucked hole tightened up, while more waves of pleasure rolled through me. Then my orgasm hit, and I blew my load in Chad’s face.

The first rope hit him in the forehead. The second grazed his cheek. Then another one went on his nose and mouth, and a few little drops went every which way.

“Fuck,” I said as I felt my muscles relax.

Chad stayed still for a moment, and he let my cum drip across his face. Then, when it was clear I was finished, he licked his lips and brought some of the globs to his mouth. “Damn that tastes good....”

“That was incredible,” Flynn said. “You guys could do this for a living.”

Chad shook his head. “No,” he said.

“I’m serious. With that video you made—”

“Not a chance,” Chad said. “I’m all for having fun, but I would never risk fucking this up. Or worse yet, letting it go.” He put his hand on my torso. “Now that you’ve seen this hunk in action... I think you know why.”



To be continued....
 
This straight guy is rock hard and leaking pre-cum as I stroke my cock reading these! SO GOOD.
 
Brian! :wave:

I have been sorely negligent in letting you know how much I truly enjoy this story! ..|

YOU are So much FUN to read! \:/ *|* (!w!)

THANK YOU, buddy!! (*8*) :kiss:
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