It had been a long, intense week filled with midterm exams and homecoming celebrations. The football game was Friday night; our team won. The dance was held Saturday night in the student union. My buddies and I had a great time at the party, after which we took our dates out for a late dinner at one of the town’s nicest restaurants. Chuck and I didn’t make it back to our off-campus apartment until 4AM and we immediately went into our separate bedrooms for some much needed sleep.I woke up at noon with a nasty case of cotton mouth. After I peed and brushed my teeth, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and read the Sunday paper. About an hour later Chuck padded into the room and poured himself a cup of coffee for an early afternoon pick-me-up. “What do you want to do today?” he asked as I was reading the business page. “I don’t know,” I replied. “Any ideas?”Chuck contemplated the question for a few minutes as he picked up the sports section. “Why don’t we get the guys over here and put some steaks on the grill?” This sounded like a great plan, especially since there were no classes the next day. Chuck picked up his cell phone from the counter and called Danny, Bill and Marty. They all agreed that we deserved a little private party. They also said that they’d bring along plenty of beer. I showered and headed to the store to buy the food.The guys made it to our place by five. All of us opened bottles of beer and sat around the living room shooting the shit. Chuck had the Packers-Bears game on the TV and we kept an eye on the score. Marty said, “Favre is having a terrible season. I wonder if he’ll retire after this year.” While the four of them continued to talk, I got up to prepare dinner. I fired up the grill and seasoned the thick steaks to perfection. Next I placed the baking potatoes into the oven. I set the table and stood in front of the freezer trying to decide which veggies to serve. “What do you guys want?” I yelled into the living room. “Corn or peas and carrots?” I got no response so I took out two bags of mini corn on the cobs. I set water to boil on the stove, checked the charcoal, and took more beer to the guys. By this time they were fully engrossed in the game. “What’s the score?” I asked. Marty said, “Packers up by six, third quarter. When do we eat?” I laughed and said, “Fuck you, Simmons. We eat when it’s ready. Have some more nachos.” I went back to the kitchen.Dinner was a success; I could tell because my buds were producing satisfied belches (as only college men can do) and rubbing their tight bellies. Danny began to clear the table and told Bill to help him load the dishwasher. “What do you boys want to do now?” Chuck asked as he maneuvered a toothpick through his teeth. Marty said, “I could go for some poker. Where are the cards, Joe?” I told him that I would get them and Chuck went to get the chip caddy from the living room.Bill opened up another round of beer and Marty found the two ashtrays we kept around for times like this. What a thoughtful guy: not only did he bring two cases of beer but he presented each of us with a cigar. Chuck began the game as dealer and announced that we would be playing five card stud, Jacks or better to open. After we had all anted, he threw out the cards. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This was a perfect ending to a tough week, relaxing with my friends, drinking and smoking and playing cards.After a couple of hours of poker, I was surprised that I was only down a couple of bucks. Bill was the biggest loser so far and Chuck was clearly getting all the cards he needed since there was an impressive pile of cash in front of him. We took a pee break during which I tended to the cleaning of the grill and took a garbage bag full of empties to the recycling bin.The five of us returned to the kitchen table and contentedly puffed our cigars and drank more beer. Marty, ever the instigator, asked, “Who’s up for a challenge?” The rest of us agreed that we weren’t afraid of anything he might come up with this time. “Strip poker, boys. Let’s play them and lose them.” We laughed, and Chuck surprised me by saying, “What the hell? I’m in.” With that, he stuffed his winnings into his jeans pocket and cleared the chips from the table. Marty said, “Okay, none of this wristwatch crap. When you lose a hand, you take off an article of clothing. Here’s the order: shirt, pants, socks, and shorts.” Danny asked, “What about my shoes?” Marty looked at him and said, “Get them off now because they don’t count.”So, here we were, five healthy, all-American guys sitting around my kitchen table getting ready to get naked. As far as I knew, these boys were as straight as I was, but hey, this might prove to be an interesting diversion. Bill was the youngest member of our group at 19; the rest of us were 21.“Did any of you get laid last night?” Marty asked as he dealt the first hand. I knew that neither Chuck nor I had gotten so lucky. Marty said, “I sure as hell didn’t. Megan was too tired, or so she said as I dropped her off.” Bill and Danny both admitted that they were equally frustrated. As each of us stared at his own hand, Marty looked at the group and asked us when the last time was. Chuck chimed in with “Geez, Simmons, ease up.” Marty only laughed and said, “I haven’t had a decent piece of ass in over a month. I’m reduced to milking myself like a cow.” All of us laughed at that statement. Bill spoke next: “I haven’t had anything since I came here.” Poor kid! Danny, Chuck and I all admitted that it had been a while for us, too, but obviously not as long a time that Bill had endured.I lost the first hand and pulled my shirt over my head. I felt four pair of eyes feast on my hairy chest as I dropped the shirt onto the floor next to my chair. It was my turn to deal. Chuck’s luck had run out for he was the first one to be down to his boxers. I was secretly admiring the bared skin of my buddies, and I felt proud that I had the most hair on my chest. Surprisingly, Bill came in a close second. Marty was the smoothest of all of us, but I remembered that he is a swimmer. “Simmons, do you shave?” I asked him. “I have to, dude. And it’s a pain in the ass. Sometimes literally.” We laughed loudly. “So, if you didn’t shave, what would you have?” Marty used his hands as he described where his hair would be on his chest. Then he raised his arms over his head to show us his naked armpits. “I won’t show you my hairless crotch,” he said. Danny laughed and said, “Simmons, if you lose the next hand, you won’t have a choice!” Marty snickered and said, “Shut up, Thompson, and deal.”As luck would have it, Bill lost that hand. He would be the first to get naked. He threw down his cards, slapped his forehead, and stood up to remove his shorts. His erect dick slapped his taut belly when the waistband released it. “Christ, Bill, you really do need to get laid,” Marty observed. “Fuck you,” Bill replied as he sat back down, his hard dick landing on his lower belly and curving to the left.Bill’s cock lost none of its gloriousness as, in order, Danny, I and Marty pulled off our underwear. Four naked guys around a kitchen table and my roommate left in his boxers. I noticed that Bill wasn’t the only one whose dick was at attention; in fact, we all were hard. Without provocation, Danny leaned over to Bill and began to lick his quarter-sized, dark brown nipples. The air in that kitchen had suddenly become thick with the scent of sex. Marty gazed across the table at Chuck and began to stroke himself. Not a word was spoken. Chuck lifted his hips off of his chair and took off his boxers to join the world of the naked.Marty stood up and walked behind me to position himself in front of Chuck, who looked up at him as he played with himself. Marty guided his own leaking dick across Chuck’s lips. Chuck, in turn, licked that pre-cum from his lips.I was confused but incredibly hot. On one side of me, Danny was giving Bill the blow job of his life, and on the other side, my roomie Chuck was tonguing Marty’s very thick rod. As if sensing my discomfort, Danny reached across the table to take my hand and draw me into his session with Bill. Danny allowed me to take possession of Bill’s magnificent tool and I did so – eagerly. Danny took my cock into the moist surroundings of his mouth, and I moaned as loudly as I could with Bill’s dick in my mouth.Chuck let go of Marty’s cock and said, “Guys, let’s go to the other room.” Hand in hand, he and Marty marched into the living room and claimed the couch as their own. Chuck placed Marty onto it on his back and continued his assault on Marty’s pretty dick. Marty couldn’t help but elicit a variety of epithets for his suck buddy. For my part, I kept Danny and Bill in the kitchen.Danny whispered to me, “Let Bill fuck you. You won’t be disappointed.” Even though I was a novice, I moved Bill’s sweet body onto the table and straddled him. Danny lubed Bill with his spit, and then I guided Bill’s dick toward my puckered hole. “Holy shit and the donkey they rode in on” I screamed as Bill pushed his cock’s head past my opening. Danny stood behind me guiding more and more of Bill’s fat male tool into my ass. Once he was satisfied that Bill was all the way in, Danny said (again into my ear) “Are you ready?”Ready for what, I thought. All too soon, I knew what he meant. Danny climbed up onto the table and attempted to insert his dick into my hole alongside of Bill’s. “Oh my fucking god, it hurts,” I screamed.I heard Chuck’s voice in the living room: “How’s it going in there?” I could only say “Oh my god, it hurts but it feels good too.”Bill was noticeably silent through this – hell, the boy hadn’t gotten laid in over four months. However, as he pumped my ass, with Danny’s cock rubbing against it in there, he began to grab my pecs and to breathe – no, pant – deeply. “Danny, Danny, I’m cumming and I can’t hold it.” Danny looked over my shoulders at Bill and demanded, “Don’t hold back.” Soon I felt a flood inside of me as Bill came. When his load was emptied, Danny contributed his own liquid sweetness into the mix. I felt nothing short of fine.From my position on the kitchen table, I could see that Chuck was plowing Marty’s ass. Marty was clearly enjoying the onslaught. Watching them, I grabbed my dick and pumped myself to a very satisfying orgasm. Just as I came, Chuck roared and shoved his dick deep into Marty’s butt, and then Marty growled when his hot load shot out of his cock onto his belly.I moved Danny and Bill into the living room where the five of us enjoyed moments of afterglow. We were shit-faced happy and relieved. Not only that, but it was only 2 in the morning … there might be more fun to be had.
Danny and Marty got up to fetch more beers for us. When they returned, there was an almost uncomfortable silence as we sipped from the bottles. I was confused and at the same time thrilled at how sated I felt. I had never given a thought to having sex with another guy, much less having two guys fuck my ass at the same time. I had to admit that the sight and sounds of all that man sex was intoxicating. I studied each of the faces around me, yet none of them showed either guilt or remorse. What those handsome, masculine faces displayed was satisfaction, even pride. Here, after all, were five hetero guys who had just enjoyed some superb sex. I began to wonder if any of my buddies was actually gay. I also began to wonder if I was.A few minutes later Danny, Marty and Chuck were lightly snoring on the couch. My gaze had drifted toward the window of the living room and I was studying the lamplight outside. I felt someone lightly touch my shoulder, and I turned to find Bill standing next to me. “Can we talk … in your room?” he asked. Without I word, I stood up and led the way.I sat down on my bed and when I saw that he was hesitating at the door, I patted the mattress next to me, inviting him to join me. He sat down and I asked, “What’s up?” Bill looked at me and said, “What the hell just happened in there?” His voice gave away the fact that he was either afraid or feeling guilty or shame. I wasn’t sure how to answer, so I took a deep breath and said, “I guess we all gave in to some need.”“Have you ever done that before?”“No way; I have never had anything up my ass much less two hard dicks. Trust me when I say that it hurt like hell and I’m still feeling it. I guess it was the alcohol …”“The last time I had sex,” he interrupted me, “was with my best friend from high school. Shit, it was the only time I’ve had sex.”“What happened?”“We doubled for the prom, and neither of our dates would put out. After the dance and the post-prom, we had the limo driver drop them off at their houses, and then we had him keep driving until our time was used up. We were both kind of wasted. All of sudden Kirby was all over me, groping me and getting me hard. Before I knew it, my pants were open and he was sucking me. It felt so good that I didn’t stop him, and then he grabbed my hand to put it on his dick. Somehow, he moved us around so that I could suck him off at the same time. It felt so natural, you know? I just went up and down on his dick like he was doing to me. I came before he did and he took my entire load – I couldn’t help but to do the same for him.”I noticed that his eyes were watery. “What’s wrong, Bill?” I asked. When he didn’t immediately respond, I put my arm around his shoulder and drew him close. He melted into this embrace and buried his face into my hairy chest. I felt his body being wracked in sobs and he threw both of his arms around my neck, holding on for dear life. “That’s okay, Bill, let it out.” I had no idea what this boy was feeling but I hated seeing him in such pain.In time, Bill calmed down. Without lifting his face from my chest he whispered, “Thanks.” I smiled, “For what?” He raised himself onto my shoulder and said, “For caring enough to listen to a stupid teenager.” That statement moved me beyond compare. I lifted his face to mine and said, “What the hell are you talking about, Bill? I care because you are one of the five of us. We’ve been through a lot together so far this year. Besides it wasn’t that long ago that I was a teenager.”Bill looked into my eyes and said, “Kirby never spoke to me after that.”“Then Kirby’s an asshole who used you for his own enjoyment.”Bill and I sat together, arm-in-arm, on the edge of bed for several pleasant minutes. I don’t know what he was thinking, but I sure did like feeling and hearing his breathing. To quote my young friend, it felt so natural – and I had never felt nor done anything like this before. Bill said, “Danny and I …” I stopped him: “I know.” I didn’t know, but given Danny’s instructions, I had figured it out.After about ten minutes, I said, “Bill, I think you need to get some sleep.” He acquiesced as I guided his body further onto the bed so that his head was on the pillow and I could place the covers over his naked body. He stretched his arms over his head, sighed, and soon fell asleep. I spent some time looking at him as he slept because for some reason my buzz had worn off. Here, for the first time in my life, there was a naked, hot man in my bed. What now?I couldn’t answer that question. No, I couldn’t be having feelings for another man; certainly not sexual feelings. I watched his chest rise with each breath. I felt protective of him. I had to leave my own bedroom.The scene in the living room had changed. Only Marty was left on the couch. I could only assume that Danny and Chuck had moved into Chuck’s room.
When I awoke a few hours later, sunlight was streaming through my window. I was sandwiched in between Bill on my right and Marty on my left, and each of them had their arms across me. I felt – well, I felt whole.Eventually, I disengaged myself and went to the bathroom. As I stood peeing, Chuck entered. “Hey,” he said. “Hey,” I replied. Chuck turned on the faucet over the sink and proceeded to splash cold water onto his face. While he was toweling off, I finished pissing. Chuck looked into the mirror over the sink.“That was some party, huh?” he asked without meeting my gaze. I answered, “Yup.”After a moment of silence, I continued: “By the way, I have two guys in my bed and you have one.” Chuck pondered for a moment and said, “Yeah. Since you made dinner, I guess it’s my turn for breakfast.” He turned away from the mirror to look at me and we both laughed. “Shit, Joe, but we can throw one helluva party.”Chuck got dressed and went to the market to buy stuff for breakfast. I got myself into a pair of jeans and awaited his return. Marty and Bill were still sound asleep in my room, and Danny was snoring on Chuck’s bed. I fired up the grill and when Chuck returned I put two dozen sausages on the grill. My roommate put on the coffee and left to take a shower.Bill was the first to emerge from the cocoon. He walked into the kitchen naked and wrapped his arms around me. “Imagine my surprise,” he said, “to wake up with Marty next to me and not you.” I turned around and kissed him. “Bill, don’t worry. Marty was alone and he found us. Okay?” Bill smiled at me and said, “Okay.” I smiled at him, “Good, now go put your jeans on and come back for some coffee.”After a few minutes, I heard some commotion in the bathroom. Chuck hadn’t bothered to close the door (he never does) and I saw that Danny had joined him behind the glass doors of the shower. Those two guys were still going at it! Their stiff dicks bounced between their wet bodies as they soaped each other. Bill emerged from my bedroom and joined me at the bathroom door. “Didn’t they get enough last night?” he giggled. “Apparently not,” I said. Then I pounded on the wall and said, “Okay, you two, stop wasting all the hot water. There are three other guys in this apartment. Besides, breakfast is almost ready.” I wrapped my arm around Bill’s waist and we returned to the kitchen.“Was Marty still asleep?” I asked Bill. “Yes,” he said, “but I shook him and told him it was time to get up.” I shook my head, “Watch the grill, please, and crack the eggs into that bowl. I’ll be right back.”Sure enough, Marty had simply rolled over and was still asleep. I sat down on the bed and eased my hand between his legs in search of his morning hard-on. I gave it a few strokes and Marty woke up. “Ooh, don’t stop,” he moaned as he stretched his body. “Come on, stud, it’s time to get out of bed. I’m making breakfast and you can jump in the shower if you want. If you hurry, you might be able to squeeze in there between Danny and Chuck.” He was off the bed in a flash and down the hall into the bathroom.After breakfast, the five of us put on our boxers and went to the indoor pool of the apartment complex. We swam and cavorted in the water and then relaxed on the lounge chairs around the perimeter. We engaged in small talk and bantering. No one mentioned the events of the previous evening. However, I had a feeling that Danny, Marty and Bill were in no hurry of leaving our apartment before they absolutely had to
Bill and I returned to my apartment to get cleaned up. We shared a shower during which we kissed deeply and hugged and explored each other’s hard bodies. Interestingly, we didn’t put our hands around our dicks, leaving them to bounce and rub between us. I didn’t want to let go of this moment or of this sweet guy. But, remembering that the other three might also enjoy showering off the chlorine from the pool, I turned off the water and grabbed towels for each of us.We walked back to my bedroom. I offered Bill a pair of clean boxers and a tee shirt. “Joe,” he asked me, “what happens now?” I stopped brushing my hair and said, “I don’t know.” I turned to face him. “I truly don’t know. I’m at a loss. What do you think?” His answer: “I don’t know either.”We sat together on my bed in silence for a while. “What time is your first class tomorrow?” I asked. He said that he didn’t have any class on Tuesdays, but that he had to finish a paper for Wednesday. “Well, here’s a thought. Why don’t you go to your place and collect what you need and come back. I’d like you to spend another night here. I don’t have any classes tomorrow either.” The smile that erupted on his beautiful face actually made my heart leap. Good God, did I just invite another man to stay with me? Was I beginning to fall in love with him? I realized that if this were so, I didn’t care; I actually welcomed the chance.Bill had been gone not more than a couple of minutes when the three musketeers returned from the pool. They were laughing and behaving like typical college guys on a break. “Hey,” Chuck said, “where’s Bill?” I said, “He went home to get some things. He’ll be back later.” Marty jumped in, “Is it okay if I use the shower? I didn’t get too much of a chance to use the soap earlier.” We all laughed at that and Chuck pushed him down the hall in that direction.“So,” Danny said, “what’s happening the rest of today?” I decided to proclaim the truth: “Bill is picking up his laptop and his research plus some extra clothes and then coming back here to work on his paper. Neither one of us has class tomorrow so we’re going to hang out here and study and write.” Danny and Chuck exchanged a glance. “Joe,” said Chuck, “do you mind if Danny and I do the same thing?” I didn’t even bother to look up from my book. “Hell, no; this is your house too!” I thought I heard a sigh of relief from one – or both – of them. Danny said, “I only have one class tomorrow, at one fifteen. Chuck has one at ten.” I said, “Cool. What about Marty? He was feeling kind of left out of things at one point.” Chuck said, “Yeah, he told us about that. He has to go back to his place and hit the books for a late midterm tomorrow.”We said our farewells (for now) to Marty, and soon Bill was back with us. Chuck offered to do a load of laundry so that we’d have clean sheets, and the four of us found space to make the return back to student. Bill and I roosted at the kitchen table behind our laptops while the other two stayed in the living room. Chuck was at his favorite place, on the floor with his back against the front of the couch, laptop on the coffee table, books and papers spread out on the carpet around him; he had jazz music softly playing on the stereo. Danny looked comfortable in the recliner, one leg resting over an arm of the chair. We were quite the quartet of dedicated scholars, for the next thing I knew it was after five o’clock. I looked around at my friends and realized that they were still ensconced in their studies. Since I was feeling hungry, I could only assume that they were too. “Bill, what would you like for dinner?” He didn’t avert his gaze at his computer screen but said, “Besides you, you mean?” Then he grinned and looked at me. Oh, there was that smile again. “Yes, besides me, babe.” Once he heard that endearment, his look changed ever so slightly into one of love and I melted. I leaned in close and kissed him. He brought his hand up to my face for a caress. “You didn’t shave today,” he snickered. Having nothing of worth to say to that, I took his face in both of my hands and kissed him again.“Dude,” I heard Chuck call from the other room, “what’s for supper?”“Ah,” I said loud enough for those two to hear, “another country heard from. I didn’t realize that I was cater-waiter again.” Since there was no response from that room, I got up and went in there. “You boys cough up some cash, and Bill and I will put together a feast. There’s still plenty of beer in the fridge, so help yourselves.” Danny and Chuck passed me their money, and I led Bill to my car. “What should we make those two slobs for supper?” I asked him. He said, “Hell, Joe, I am the last one to ask that. I usually make do with cafeteria crap.” I laughed at that, started the car, and we were off to the market.Bill helped me prepare a meal fit for a king. We made a healthy garden salad loaded with fresh veggies, and the main course was pasta primavera (okay, we used prepackaged ingredients) and garlic bread. Bill suggested that we add a touch of class to the proceedings by serving red wine with the dinner. Danny and Chuck were duly impressed. There were no leftovers to send to the refrigerator. After dinner, we decided to watch a DVD and the choice was “Field of Dreams.” Halfway through the movie I went to the kitchen and returned with four generous slices of New York style cheesecake. The boys devoured their portions in minutes.When the movie ended, it was almost eleven. We turned on the local news, and by the time the weather gal was on I knew that I was done for the day. “I’m hitting the hay, guys. See you in the morning.” Chuck began to get up from the floor but I stopped him. “Chuck, stay there and I’ll make your bed up with the clean stuff from the dryer.” He promptly sat back down and said, “Thanks, man.” Bill stood up and said, “I’ll help you, Joe.”After Bill and I had prepared each bed with the fresh sheets, I sent him to my room and poked my head into the living room. “Okay, you two; we’ll see you later.” I didn’t wait for a response but turned and went to my room, closing the door behind me. Bill had somehow artfully reduced the lighting and arranged the bedclothes, and he was standing by the window awaiting my return with that soulful smile on his face. “Hi,” he whispered. “Hi,” I replied. We met each other in the middle of the room and kissed passionately. “Bill, I want to say,” but he stopped me. “This time,” he said, “I get to say ‘I know.’”We stepped back from each other and took off our clothes in a hurry. In no time we were together on the bed and kissing up a storm. Our arms and legs entwined every which way and we took turns being on top. Most of the time we lay side by side, for our hands could not get enough of each other’s body. At one point, I stopped everything and held his face before mine and said, “Now I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me – JUST you. Please.” Bill smiled down at me, used his hands to spread my legs and raise my hips, and then spit into his palm to lube my hole. “Oh, Joey, baby, I am going to make you feel so good.” Then he pumped his dick for a sweet amount of pre-cum that he used to smear across his mushroom-shaped head. Bill aimed for my pucker and said “Relax, okay, push out as I push it in.” His directions were right on because, before I knew it, he had entered me and I wasn’t feeling any discomfort to the invasion. Bill was a considerate lover, because at the beginning he kept asking how I was. Finally I said, “Give it to me, Bill. Fuck me like you mean it!”He took me at my word; he was unstoppable as his hard dick pistoned in and out of me. The boy amazed me because he could accomplish that action and still play with my tits and my hairy chest and still kiss me. This was not possible – the best sex I have ever had and I thought the last 24 hours was wonderful. Bill made love to and with me. Several times I took my dick into my own hand for release but he gently removed it after a few strokes. Soon I realized his purpose: he wanted us to cum together, and he was in charge for the moment. When I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer, he increased his assault on my ass and, sure enough, it wasn’t long before he looked deeply into my eyes and said, “Now, Joey, now!” My balls released their load and my cock jerked between us just as his own pulsed inside of me. Someone in the room screamed, “FUCK ME, BILLY!!!” Bill fell on top of me and whispered in my ear, “Yes, Joey. I did.”We didn’t move from that position for a long time. We were both attempting to regain our breaths. I didn’t want him to move at all; I wrapped my arms around his sweaty back; he snuggled his face into my neck and kept his dick in my ass.We must have drifted off because the next thing I knew his body was half on and half off of mine and his cock had left my hole. Bill sensed my movement and said, “Joe, I …”“No, Billy,” I said. I maneuvered us in the bed so that we could be face to face, on our sides. I caressed his arm and his torso, tweaked his nipples, licked his full lips, and breathed into his ear. Then I took his chin into my hand and stared deeply into his eyes. “I love you, Bill.”There was an imperceptible moment when I thought he would turn adolescent on me. I was wrong. He removed my hand from his face and then took a firm hold of my face. “No fair, Joe. I wanted to be the first one to say that.”
Bill and I slept late the next day. By the time we dragged ourselves out of bed Chuck had left for his class and Danny was reading a textbook at the kitchen table and sipping coffee. “Good morning, sleepy heads,” he greeted us. “Did you have a good night?” Bill moved to get us cups and said, “It was great. I haven’t slept that well in a long time.”I perused the daily paper and Bill looked over his paper on his laptop. Just before eleven, Chuck announced that he was going to take a shower and head over to the campus library before his class. As he was heading out the door, he said, “You two have a good day. I’ll see you after class.” Bill and I mumbled our good-byes.I got myself another cup of coffee and asked Bill if he wanted breakfast which he declined. I sat down and decided to broach the subject. “You know, Billy, before yesterday I was sure that I was straight. But now everything seems to have been turned around.” He turned his cute brown eyes to me and sat back in his chair. “I don’t know what to say. Danny was the first guy I ever did anything with. I haven’t even been with a girl.” I asked him, “So how did you and Danny …” He interrupted me and shrugged: “One night we were drinking at the Gasthaus in the student union and I had a few too many beers. Hell, I could barely stand up at closing time and Danny just took me back to his place. I don’t remember it but he must have dumped me on his bed. The next thing I knew it was morning and I was only wearing my boxers so he must have stripped me. There was dried cum on my belly and I couldn’t imagine what happened. I got scared. Danny was still asleep so I got up to use the bathroom. When I got back to his room, he was on his back and awake. He said, ‘Good morning, slugger.’ I sat down on his desk chair and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Danny asked how I was feeling and I asked him what the hell happened. He told me that he helped me there and once he got my clothes off I was all over him. He said I blew him and then he jacked me off. I was so embarrassed. He said, ‘Hey, man, it’s cool. Don’t worry about.’ Joe, I was really mortified and I started to cry. He got off the bed and knelt down in front of me, trying to calm me down. ‘Come on, Bill, really, don’t worry about it.’ He took me by the hand and led me back to the bed. He wiped the tears off my face and started rubbing his hands all over me. I got hard and before I knew it he had climbed on top of me with my dick up his ass. I couldn’t believe what was happening but I fucked him good. When I was done, he jacked off and shot his load onto my chest which he then licked off.”Bill paused and I could tell that he was relieved that he could tell someone about this. I took his hand in mine. “So,” he said, “I suppose I’m gay. Well, I actually knew I was but I just didn’t have any experience. All I had was thinking about guys when I masturbated.”“Bill, I never thought about sex with a guy before. But I have to tell you that being with you these two days has been wonderful. I guess I never realized that I could be physical with a guy, but I can say that what we have done felt good. Shit, it felt great, and it felt right. I think I have to thank you for opening my eyes.” He smiled at me. “And,” I continued, “I meant what I said last night. I do love you.” He leaned in to kiss me and then said, “There you go again!” He laughed a little. “Are you ever going to let me say it first?” I laughed myself: “Maybe.”I cleared the table of the coffee cups. While standing at the sink, I asked Bill if he thought Danny was gay. “He says he’s bi,” Bill said. “Okay; I suppose Chuck is too,” I said, “because he’s been hot and heavy with Cheryl for over a year now. But from what I can tell, it appears he has plenty to go around.” Bill laughed and said, “You think?” I turned to him and asked, “Now what are we going to do about Marty?” He looked at me with a blank expression. “What about him?” I returned to my chair and said, “Well, my friend, he was really feeling left out after you and I and Danny and Chuck coupled off. That’s why he came to my room. Well, actually, he went to Chuck’s room first but couldn’t rouse those two. He was as confused and conflicted as I was over the events of the evening. We kissed and I ended up giving him a blow job.”Bill mulled this information for a few moments. “Joe, can I ask you something?”“Of course.”He lowered his eyes and said, “You and I have told each other that we love each other. Does that mean that we might be lovers or partners?”“I don’t know. I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to that prospect. Why do you ask?”“Do you have feelings for Marty?”Again I took one of Bill’s hands into my own. “Right now, I only have feelings for you. I love you and I mean that. All I meant was that we should think about Marty. I think he left here reluctantly; I think he wanted to stay but he just had to leave. I think he wanted to have more sex just like the rest of us did. Think about that, okay? I’m going to take a shower and shave my face – you are welcome to join me for the shower.”Bill and I made our way to the bathroom and took off our clothes. As soon as I had adjusted the temperature of the water, we stepped into the shower. Bill looked so cute with his hair wetted down and hanging on his forehead. At that moment, I knew that this man would make me complete. I began to say “Bill, I …” He immediately shushed me. “No way, man. Not this time.” He smiled that four-star smile at me: “I love you.” I hugged him so tightly that I actually felt our slippery bodies had become one.We toweled each other off and went to my room to put on clean boxers. We were talking about lunch on our way back to the kitchen. “Hey, dudes,” greeted us from the living room. It was Marty and he was flipping through the cable channels. “Someone left the door unlocked,” he said. Bill and I exchanged glances and I said, “How was your exam?” Marty casually responded, “I aced it.”“Cool,” Bill said.“I’m going to order pizza for lunch, boys,” I said, “any preferences?” We decided on a couple of loaded pizzas and I called in the order.Ninety minutes later, the three of us were stuffed and watching some mindless thing on ESPN. Bill and I were snuggled close on the couch and Marty was in the recliner. Just having Bill in my arms was causing my dick into full erection. Since I had my hand down his pants, I knew that Bill was fully hard as well. Marty looked over at us and said, “Is there any room in there for me?”Bill and I disconnected and motioned for Marty to join us. He sat down between us, and Bill and I began to play with him. I lifted his tee shirt over his head. Bill, meanwhile, focused on Marty’s tits. Needless to say, Marty was in high heaven. He moaned and he groaned and he thrust his chest up to meet all attacks on him.Bill managed to grasp Marty’s belt before I did and he opened it. I then popped open the top button of my friend’s jeans as Bill lowered the zipper. Marty raised his hips and pulled down his jeans to his knees. We were delighted to see that he wasn’t wearing underwear and his fat cock rose firm and proud from a magnificent bush of brown hair. Bill said, “Joe, I have to taste it!” Then he went down on Marty with gusto. Marty put a hand on the back of my head and lowered me to his chest where I encountered one of his erect nipples. As I sucked on it, I grabbed his balls and massaged them in his low-hanging sac.This fun lasted several minutes and Marty disengaged himself from us saying, “Let’s get naked.” Bill and I whipped off our tee shirts and then the three of us stood up to remove our jeans. The sight of two nude men on my couch made my mouth water. Here was Bill, smooth with a delectable six-pack and beautifully hairy pits and bush, and there was Marty, slim with a smattering of hair on his chest and around his nipples, his bush and pits appearing trimmed. The three of us literally devoured each other, eventually winding up on the floor in front of the couch. Bill had Marty’s cock in his mouth as Marty sucked on me and I feasted on Bill’s dick.Marty was the first to go. He removed his mouth from around my cock and shouted, “Bill, oh shit, Bill, take it!” No sooner had he retaken possession of my dick than I began to shoot my load into his mouth. Finally, Bill grunted and gave Marty his cum. We remained there in front of the couch for many minutes until we heard the door open. Chuck entered the apartment and, upon seeing us, said “Don’t let me disturb you, guys.” We sat up and scrutinized our various appearances. Chuck, meanwhile, had gone to his room, so I got a couple of towels for Marty, Bill and me to use.Chuck called to us from down the hall: “Danny will be back shortly. Dinner’s on us. We’re ordering Chinese. There’s a menu in the kitchen drawer. Decide what you want.”
The five of us sat in the living room sipping beer and shooting the shit. No one talked about the goings-on of the last couple of days – it was all small talk, most of it about campus stuff and complaints about class, even the occasional gripes about women. I, however, kept looking around the room at my buddies and thinking about how things had so dramatically changed over the last 48 hours.Chuck, Danny and Marty sat on the couch and were engaged in an animated debate about the marriage of fiction and fact as it related to “The Da Vinci Code.” They had all read the book (as had I) and were looking forward to the release of the movie version the following May. Bill sat in the recliner and rarely let his eyes move from where I was sitting across from him. I was amazed that I could actually feel the love he felt for me. I returned his gaze at one point, smiled, and mouthed “I love you” to him, after which he mouthed “No fair.” This became our mantra.Forty-eight hours ago I was content to picture myself in a few years’ time happily married to a woman, working at a great job, and planning a family. Now that image was replaced by one of sharing my life with a very handsome, sexy man – but with that great job!There was a knock at the door and Chuck stood up to answer it. The way the apartment is laid out, we all could see the delivery person. He was a tall, thin, good looking Asian guy, probably in his late teens. “Yum,” I heard Marty say under his breath. “Should I have Chuck invite him to the party for you, Marty?” I cajoled, a bit more loudly than necessary. Marty turned to me and hissed, “Shut up!” I saw that Chuck was handing money over to the boy and I said, “Last chance, Marty.” With that, Chuck closed the door and Marty slumped back onto the couch. “Damn!” Danny stood up and came to his friend’s assistance, “Don’t worry, Simmons, I’ll get him back.” He leaped over the couch, ran to the door, opened it and left. “I’ll kill him,” Marty shouted, although I was sure that he wasn’t serious.Bill joined Chuck in the kitchen to set out the food and the plates. A few seconds later, Danny reappeared at the door and announced, “Hey, guys, this is James.” He pulled the young man into the doorway and he seemed to be very embarrassed. James raised his hand in a little wave and said, “Hi.” Danny led James into the living room and began introductions: “Out there in the kitchen you see Chuck and Bill, over there in the most uncomfortable chair in the house is Joe – he and Chuck live here – and the drooling man on the couch is Marty.” Each of us waved at the mention of our name; we laughed at Danny’s description of Marty, who blushed deeply and said his own hello. “James here,” Danny continued, “has five more deliveries to make and then he has to settle up at his uncle’s restaurant. He has promised to come back for dessert.” Danny guided James back to the door and slapped his ass in farewell. After he closed the door, he turned and said, “We do have dessert, right?” The entire house filled with howls of laughter.Throughout dinner, the five of us shared from the many containers of Chinese food. When we were finished Marty began to clear away the empties and at one point said, “Do you think he’ll come back?” Danny was merciless: “Who, Simmons?” This time I came to Marty’s aid: “Danny, ease up. Let the man have one of his own.” Danny crossed to where Marty was cleaning plates at the sink and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Don’t worry, my friend. He’ll be back.”We were sitting around the living room chatting when there was a light knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” Danny said. He opened the door and ushered James into the house. James was carrying two boxes. “Oh,” Danny grinned, “did I say that he’d be back for dessert? Oops – he’s back with dessert.” James blushed, lowered his eyes and lifted his hands to display the boxes. Marty jumped up from the couch and dashed to James’ side. “Here, let me help you.” He took one box and, with his other arm around the boy’s waist, led him to the kitchen.“You guys are bad,” Bill said, laughing. “How do you know the two of them will hook up?” By this time, Danny and Chuck were comfortable and hand-in-hand on the couch; Bill and I were still separated across the room. “Because, little Bill,” Danny said, “I told James that we were having a party tonight, just us guys, and that there was someone here who was hot for him. He said, ‘Yeah, who?’ I told him that he would have to come back to find out. And look who showed up for – I mean, with – dessert.” We all laughed until we heard Marty call to us: “Shut up, you fucks, and come in here for some great pie.”We joined Marty and James in the kitchen only to find the place transformed into a sidewalk café. The table was set with a red-checked cloth (where did that come from?), there were six place settings comprised of dessert plates, and there were matching cloth napkins artfully placed atop each plate. In the center of the table were three lighted column candles. “Wow,” I said. “Just wait,” Marty said. He told us where to sit: I was next to Bill, who was next to Chuck and then Danny. Marty sat next to Danny. James then turned around from the counter to display six delicate glasses filled with sherry (where did THOSE come from?). He theatrically set them down one by one and took his place in the remaining chair. Marty said, “Glasses up, boys, for a toast.” We complied. James stood up with glass extended, “Thank you for inviting me to your home and I hope you enjoy your dessert.” The six of us clicked glasses and drained them, after which we dug into the pies. James had provided key lime and apple. We all sampled each one.I made a pot of coffee and Chuck located his “special” bottle of cognac. We moved back into the living room. This time, however, Marty claimed the couch for him and James and soon the two of them had their arms wrapped around each other and were whispering together. Not surprisingly, Chuck was again in his favorite spot on the floor in front of the couch where Danny joined him in some cuddling. Bill and I finished cleaning up the kitchen and once that was done he took my hand and walked me to the leather recliner where he gently pushed my ass down and proceeded to sit on my lap. He kissed me deeply. I moved a hand through the hair on his head and caressed other parts of his sweet body.The testosterone level in that room was off the meter. Three hot male couples were engaged in some heavy-duty foreplay. The loudest vocals were coming from the couch. I looked over at Marty and James to see that they had both removed their shirts and were fondling each other’s very hard dicks. I saw that James was very slim yet had a nicely defined chest. His only body hair was the thick, black patches under his arms and around his cock, which itself was an impressive thin sword of seven inches. I was quite sure that Marty would end the evening as a happily fucked camper.“Let’s go to bed, Bill,” I whispered. As he and I made our way to my room, I leaned down to Danny and Chuck and said, “Let’s give these boys their first time. I’ll make fresh coffee in the morning.”Chuck and Danny got up from the floor and the four of us went toward the bedrooms. On the way, Chuck found my hand and took hold of it. Before we entered our rooms, he kissed me and hugged me. “What was that for?” I asked. “Hey, buddy, looks like we found what we were looking for.” I kissed him back and said, “Yeah, and we weren’t even looking!”We closed our own doors at the same time.
