My life wasn’t bad. I had a job, a roof over my head, friends. An ex who stayed out of my business and a three-year-old son who made my heart swell just to look at him.

But, you know, it was less than perfect. I was working my ass off, five days a week waiting tables, and still I was losing ground, money-wise, seemingly by the day. Like: my car broke down and needed a new goddamn engine. And then I came down with pneumonia – had to be hospitalized, didn’t have health insurance, so insane bills I’d be paying off for the next five years. Add child support, car insurance, etc, etc…you know how it goes.

It all seemed to be coming down at the same time. So sure, I still had my son and in a way I was happier than I’d ever been, but in another way I was miserable. I’m talking about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner on my nights off. Not going out, not doing anything for months because the money simply wasn’t there.

So one crushingly-slow Friday night at the restaurant this man, Henry, came in. And Henry, the thing about him is he’s this dashing older man – you know, handsome, well put together. He comes in like once a week cause he likes our beer selection, and all the girls flirt with him, which should tell you something, because he’s in his late 40s, maybe even early 50s. They love him. But for whatever reason, that night he got sat in my section in the back.

“Evening, Henry,” I said when I came up to his table. He smiled this perfect confident smile at me and reached out to shake my hand.

“We’ve never met,” he said, and I told him my name, shook his hand – and it was a normal handshake, not the alpha-dog death grip. I took his drink order, a glass of Piraat. The restaurant was dead, so I kept stopping by and chatting with him, and I learned that he’s an actual C.E.O., like the real deal, for this local company that’s nationally successful –you’ve heard of it, no doubt. And I just got the sense that he was a good guy, down-to-earth. Funny.

He was still there when my shift was up so he suggested I sit at the bar with him and have a beer. And I was like, sure, cause I get one shift drink on the house anyway.

So I’m sitting next to him and we’re talking, I guess pretty intimately about our lives. He’s divorced. I’m a single dad. All that. He bought me a second beer and I was insanely grateful, not only because it was good conversation and company but also the last thing I wanted to do was to go back to my empty place, which was freezing cause I had yet to settle my gas bill from last winter and my state energy-assistance application was lost in the bowels of bureaucracy.

The beer was flowing through me, warm and good. And I found myself noticing things about him, like the heft of his solid hands and the subtle smell of his cologne. But my mind hadn’t quite gone “there” yet.

Here’s the deal – I’ve considered myself bisexual ever since I had this thing with my roommate after I dropped out of college. He never considered himself bi, though at the time we’d done pretty much everything two guys can do with one another. I think he basically couldn’t deal with it, but to me, it just happened, and I dug it, and that was that. I’ve dated girls and even knocked one up and proposed to her, though thankfully that didn’t pan out. But I’ve never really “dated” dudes. Beyond my roommate it was just the occasional jack- or suck-off with friends, always guys my age or around my age. You know – enough that I felt I had to relinquish my straight card, but never anything more.

So yeah, the idea of that with Henry didn’t…present itself to me, but it must have been taking shape in the back of my mind. Cause we were on our third beer, and the conversation got quiet and he looked at me and I was like, “what?”

And he said, “I hope I’m not off-base here…”  And my heart started quickening. “…but you’re quite a handsome young man.”

I wasn’t shocked. I was surprised. I didn’t really know what to do. So I was just like, “Thanks.”

“That doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”  And after a moment I was like, “No.”

“Good. Cause I’d like to take you out sometime.”

“Okay,” I said, just sort of hearing the word come out of my mouth.

“Can I have your phone number?” he asked, and by god I gave it to him.

***

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, how confident he’d been, how really attractive he was once I considered it. He called me the next night, my night off, and asked me out on a date. This man, this C.E.O., asking me out on a date. It was just too surreal, the sort of thing I had to go through with, had to try, even though it scared me.

He suggested this ridiculously pricey restaurant downtown and I said that’d be fine. He said he’d pick me up at seven. I gave him my address, and I hung up before I realized I’d have to get a babysitter for my son, or have Trisha keep him an extra day, and that I had no idea how I was supposed to dress at a place like that.

As it turned out, getting Trisha to watch Clint was no problem, and when she asked me if I was going out on a date I said yeah, I was, and she was sort of funny about it, like playfully grilling me for the details but I wouldn’t tell her and I wondered what she’d think if she found out I was gonna get wined and dined by this older man.

I wore a nice polo shirt and a pair of pants that hugged my butt pretty tight. I found myself choosing my underwear really carefully and realizing I really wanted to look hot for this guy. When all was said and done I did look hot, I gotta say.

He picked me up in a Lexus and he wasn’t in a suit or anything, which was a relief. He wore a short-sleeve button-down shirt, kinda stylish.

Dinner was great. I was looking over the menu and everything looked tasty but I was pretty sure he was buying and I didn’t want to, like, overextend my invitation. “I’m going to order three appetizers if that’s okay with you,” he said.  I was like, “That’s fine.”

“I want the stuffed figs but pick whatever other two you want, I can’t decide,” he said. That was when I realized that this date was turning out pretty cool. On one level we were just two guys, hanging out, in this comfortable way. But there was another level…and I wasn’t quite sure where it was going to lead, but it was interesting at least.

He asked a lot about my son. Said he’d always wanted to have kids but it hadn’t been in the cards. I was answering his questions and listening to him and simultaneously eating all of this amazing food that kept coming to the table. Then we were just sitting there, drinking and talking, and I knew I was gonna let him kiss me if he asked. Before I’d been unsure, but now I knew I was gonna kiss him, maybe make out with him, maybe other stuff, maybe, maybe.

We got the check and I’m ashamed to admit I tried to peek at it, but he was slick and managed to pay it without me getting a look. We left and got in his car and I was a little anxious that we hadn’t said what we were going to do next, when he turned to me. We were just sitting in the parking garage. He leaned into me and his lips met mine and oh man did I give it back. His mouth tasted like the mints we’d had after dinner and he was kissing in this perfect way, being aggressive but not too much. His hands went around my waist and I was just swooning. My cock was really hard and when I could catch my breath I said, “Let’s go somewhere.”  And he said, “Let’s go to your place.”

We got to my apartment and as soon as we got in the hallway he took me in his arms and I dropped my coat on the floor. He ripped off my shirt and he was marveling at my body, kissing me.

“I’m taking you into the bedroom,” he said in my ear. “I’m gonna strip you down, lick every inch of you, and make you cum like you never have before.”

I was like, jesus christ. I mean, speech was beside the point, I was so turned on. I was trying to get at his clothes as he pushed me into the bedroom but he more or less threw me on to my bed. He had this smirk on his face, like he knew he was in control, but knew I was into it, too. He ripped off my pants and groaned when he saw me in my tight little undies. He ran his hand over my package like it was his to open.

Then he stood back and stripped off his clothes, watching me the whole time with that smirk. Of course I was curious. I figured he had a nice body but I hadn’t expected him to reveal this totally cut, toned body that, well, you just don’t see much on a guy his age. It didn’t look anything but natural, though – he was so tall, and virile, with this graying hair across his broad chest. He whipped off his belt and pants and what I saw bobbing inside of his boxer briefs sort of made my eyes pop out of my head. I guess he saw my jaw hanging open cause he walked up to me sitting on the bed and, still with that smirk, held his briefs open so I could see.

It was more than a big dick. It was a goddamn Roman column. I stroked it for a minute then reached forward to take it in my mouth. He really dug getting blown. He would’ve let me suck him for hours, probably. But we were too horny. I was trying to cram it down my throat and I didn’t care. I wanted it, everything he had to give.

He got on top of me on the bed and tore off my briefs. He stroked me while he kissed me and felt me up all over with those big hands, he was just all over me, I never had a second to think of anything. He got a fat finger wet and pushed it up against my asshole. He got it inside of me and was pumping me with it. He was like, “I wanna fuck you,” and I was like, “Okay, yeah, absolutely,” I mean, no doubt. I got him a condom from my bedside drawer and my jack-off lube and he lay down on his back and let me straddle him.

Which I was grateful for. It wasn’t easy. At one point I thought it was a hopeless case, not that it wasn’t fun trying. He seemed into it either way. I got the head inside and it was stretching me so intensely that I had to back off. Then I got on my back and he got over me and put my legs over his shoulders. He got the head back inside, and I was thinking of telling him to stop, that I wasn’t going to be able to take it, and I was still thinking it when I realized he was all the way in me. Then he pushed even more and I realized I wanted even more.

I didn’t last long. He got maybe a good dozen pumps into my ass and then he made the mistake – or maybe he meant to do it – to stroke my harder-than-hard dick which was all it took. I started blowing all over the place. I mean it damn near shot the wall behind my bed. I think me cumming must have set something off in him because he pulled out and ripped off the condom and already he was shooting, just spraying it all over my body. He collapsed on me.

I was still catching my breath. He was so heavy and his weight felt right, like warm blankets in winter. Something seemed to settle in me, something dense, and I found myself wanting to cry. Then I was crying and he was kind of startled. But he just got beside me and held me really tight. You know, in his big arms. I was embarrassed and I had to bury my head in his chest but I just kept crying, and I didn’t even know what I was crying about. I wasn’t ashamed. If anything I felt better than I had in months, maybe years, like his dick in my ass had released some tension in me.

I ended up telling him everything. I mean, as best as I could through my sobbing. How I was living, getting by barely day to day, wondering if I’d be able to pay my bills before the shut-off dates. Just spending every day in this low-level panic.

I realized I never said this stuff to anybody, just kept it all inside. But then I started to feel weird.

“I’m not telling you this to like, appeal to you,” I said. “I didn’t mean to lay all this out.”

“No, don’t say that. We both know this is true. Nobody can keep this stuff inside. If anything, I feel privileged.”  His voice was deep and it thrummed through his chest and against my ear. I wasn’t crying anymore, I was cried out. I felt clear. He started to get up. I sat up too. He started putting on his clothes. He threw me my pants.

“Get dressed,” he said.

“What are we doing?”

“We’re going out. We’re going to go out and spend a ton of money. Where do you want to go?”

I’d been running out of ways to casually pass by Mom’s bedroom when, finally, I saw that she was open mouthed and snoring.  The bedside light was still on and her romance paperback was splayed out in her hand.  I crept out the back door and crossed the silent dark streets in the direction of the highway.

Dad was in the doghouse.  Specifically, he was staying at the motor lodge on the edge of town since Mom kicked him out of the house.

Mom knows that Dad and I are close – in fact, she’s always been a little jealous of our relationship.  It was a big risk, sneaking out to see him, but I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see Dad.

He opened the door to his motel room wearing a pair of sweatpants, a look of surprise on his face that spread into a wide grin.

“My boy,” he said and gave me a big hug.  He ushered me inside his room, which was old-fashioned, like it was from the fifties.  There was a metal box next to the bed for Magic Fingers, and a bottle opener screwed into the bathroom door.  Even the bedding looked about twenty years past its prime.

“What’d you do, sneak out?” Dad said, sitting on the chair.  He motioned for me to sit on the bed.

“Yeah…” I said.  Dad tsk’d.

“If she finds out…”

“She won’t.  She worked a double today.  You know she doesn’t wake up until at least noon the day after she works a double.”

“How’d you know where I was?” Dad said.  He reached for a nearly-full bottle of Jack Daniels that was on the table and poured some into a plastic cup.  “I don’t suppose she told you.”

“I heard her on the phone with Aunt Sheila.”  Dad drank the whiskey in one gulp.

“Well I’m glad to see ya buddy, but you shouldn’t have snuck out.”

“But it’s been almost a week.  What happened, Dad?  Did you really cheat on her?”

Dad looked at me, real serious, and shook his head.  “Son, the god’s honest truth is that I’ve never cheated on your mom.  But I’m a red-blooded guy.  I like women, and they like me.”  It was true.  My dad is a studly guy – buff from working construction most of his life, and handsome too.

Dad poured himself another drink before continuing.

“There was this lady I was working for, someone your mom went to school with back in the day.  And, well, we got to flirting a bit.  It was a bad decision on my part.  This lady always had it out for your mom, so a few days ago she calls your mom up, starts spewing a bunch of nonsense, and, well, here I am.  You know how your mom is.  She gets an idea in her head and that’s that.”

“Yeah but she’s never kicked you out before,” I said. “It’s not fair.  I hate not having you around.”

“I imagine she’s on your case quite a bit, and I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, brushing back the tears in my eyes.

“Now, now,” Dad said.  “She’ll come to her senses soon.  I hope.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “You want a drink?” he said, looking at me devilishly.  I shrugged my shoulders.

“Atta boy,” Dad said, and got up to grab a second cup from the bathroom.  He poured both cups halfway full and handed one to me.  “It’ll put hair on your chest,” he said.  I drank it in two gulps.  It burned like heck but left a warm feeling.

“So talk to me, son.  What’s new with you?”

“Not much.  School sucks.”

“How’s your girlfriend?  Tasha, right?”

“She’s okay.  Come to think of it, she’s like Mom. Always jealous when I talk to other girls.”

“That’s women for ya,” Dad said, leaning forward with the bottle.  I held out my cup and Dad filled it to the rim.  “I don’t think many guys would bother with them were it not for one little thing.”

“Well then, I don’t know why I bother with Tasha at all.”

“You mean she hasn’t given it up yet?”

“Oh she has.  Just not to me.  She says she wants to wait till prom.  Meanwhile I know she did it with Alec last summer.”

“So you’re 0 for 0?”

“Yep.  Except we’ve done just about everything else.”

“Well that’s fine,” Dad said, sliding back in his seat.  “But there’s nothing much better than sliding it into a tight, wet pussy.”

“I bet,” I said.  “Don’t rub it in.”

“Rubbing it is about all you’re doing,” Dad said.

“Ha, ha.  You should talk.  I mean…probably.”

“Nope, you nailed it,” Dad said, shaking his head.  He leaned forward with the bottle again.  I finished the rest of what was in my cup and held it out for more.  “Believe me, I’ve had plenty of time to fantasize about what I didn’t do.”

“Does Mom like sex, Dad?”

“Son, your mother is about the best lay I’ve ever had, as well she should be, or I would never have put up with her shit for this long.”

“Why are women so weird about it, then?  I mean, if it feels good, why don’t they want to do it all the time, like us?”

“It’s a good question,” Dad said.  “I’ve known some ladies who liked it as much as guys.  But for a lot of women, I figure it’s cause they’re the ones getting poked.  There’s more at stake when you’re on the receiving end, you know?  Babies, diseases, stuff like that.  You gotta build up trust to let somebody in you like that.”  I considered this as I took another gulp of whiskey, which was going down easier with each swig.

“Crazy thing is – and I can’t believe I’m tellin you this – I’ve always been dying to know what it feels like, bein on the other end of things, so to speak,” Dad said with a smirk.

“Well you know Jimmy Pavnick,” – Jimmy’s my gay buddy from school – “He says he likes taking it up the butt, that it feels even better than fucking.  He was crackin us up the other day talking all about what it’s like.”

“I’ve had a finger or two up there,” Dad said.  “It did feel good.  I mean, gettin poked, you gotta figure it’s a whole other thrill.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “And life’s too damn short.  I don’t intend to deny myself much of anything from now on, especially if this is the way your mom’s gonna treat me when I tow the line.”  Dad took a deep breath.  “Sorry, son.  I’m just lettin off some steam.”

“It’s okay,” I said, watching Dad pour us another round.  I realized the bottle was nearly empty.  I thought, “He’s drunk.”  Then I realized, “I’m drunk.”

While we finished what had been left in the bottle, I started thinking.  I probably never would have said anything if I hadn’t been as buzzed as I was.

“Hey Dad,” I said.  “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?”  Dad smirked.

“Why’s that?”

“This is gonna sound nuts…”

“Go ahead,” Dad said.

“Nothing.  I was just thinking, our problems are similar, in a way.”

“I know what you’re getting at.  At least I think I do.”

“It just seems like, it’s just us here.  Nobody would ever have to know.”

“Nope,” Dad said.  “No they wouldn’t.”  He looked straight at me, smiling until I smiled back.  My cock started swelling up.  “Say it.”

“I can’t,” I said.

“We’re talking about you getting your first piece, and me trying something new.  Am I on the right track there?”

“Yep,” I said.

“Stand up, son.”

“But I’m hard,” I said.  Dad shrugged, stood.  His hard-on tented out the front of his sweat pants.  “That make it easier for ya?”

I stood up, facing him, my boner making a long lump down the leg of my jeans.  Dad reached forward to feel it.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.

“We’re drunk and horny,” Dad said.  “And no, I can’t believe it either.”  I reached for his cock.  It was so hard.  Dad stepped closer and put his arms around me.  I put mine around him.  We pulled close and started making out, with tongues and everything.  It was just like with Tasha in a way.  It didn’t matter that it was my dad, we were such good friends that it felt natural.

“You’re takin the lead, right?” Dad said once we came apart.  He slid down his sweat pants.  “Get naked with me,” he said.  I lifted off my shirt and started on my jeans.  “I’m yours tonight, buddy,” Dad said, standing there in all his glory.  Man he was a hot guy – all muscle and hair, with a big fat boner bobbing up front.  “How do you want me then?”

“I don’t know…”

“Bent over or missionary?”

“How do you fuck Mom?”

“Missionary, usually.”

“Um, do you have a preference?”

“How bout you bend me over the bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” I said, smiling.  Dad leaned over and put his elbows on the bed.  He planted his feet wide.  I took in the sight of my big hot dad, his strong back tapering to his waist and then his butt splayed out.  I got closer and saw his hole, pink, with a brush of hair going down either side.  I knelt down behind him, running my hand over his butt cheeks.  I ventured toward his crack with my fingertips, and ran a finger over his hole, making him gasp and clench up.

“Does that feel okay?” I said.

“I like havin my butt played with,” Dad said.  “Don’t be afraid.”  I slid my fingers across his hole again and Dad relaxed into it.  I could see his dick hanging half-hard between his legs, a big drop of precum on the tip.

“Do you eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.  She loves it,” Dad said.

“Do you think I could try…eating you out?”

“I think that’d be more than fine,” Dad said.  I got in there and ran my tongue over his his hard, sparsely hairy cheeks.  Then I dragged it down his crack.  When my tongue made contact with his hole Dad bucked and groaned.  I was so turned on.  I ground my tongue right against Dad’s butthole and ate him out.  Dad was into it, backing up against my tongue, groaning and moaning as I dug it in deeper.

I got my finger wet and brought it to his hole.  “Here we go,” I said.  I pressed and the tip of my finger popped in.  Dad gasped.  His hole was so tight.  I didn’t want to hurt him, but I must have been too hesitant because Dad backed up and sank the rest of my finger into his butt.  I slid my finger out then in again, marveling at the tightness, like a vice.  My cock was so ready.

“What about lube?” I asked once I’d withdrawn my finger.

“Got it,” Dad said, and got up to grab his bag from beside the TV.  “I picked this up on Monday.  Four days in a motel room, spit won’t cut it after awhile,” he said, handing me a tube of KY.  He took his position again, bent over the bed.

“I guess we don’t need a rubber,” I said.

“I can’t see any reason for it.  Score one for butt sex with your Dad, I guess.  Right?”

I laughed and got behind him.  “I’m so nervous.  I don’t know why,” I said.

“I’m the one should be nervous,” Dad said.  “Just go slow, we’ll do alright.”  I lubed up his hole and set the tip of my cock against it.  I pushed forward.  The head of my dick flattened then popped inside.  Dad made a sound in his throat.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yeah buddy,” Dad said, all guttural.  I was catching my breath, entranced by the sight of my cock spearing my dad’s spread butt, when he leaned back and another inch sank inside.

“Goddamn,” Dad said, sinking back some more.  I took the cue that we were good to go and shifted my hips forward, sinking my shaft fully into Dad’s butt.

And there you had it, a host of firsts:  my first piece, Dad’s first poke, and the previously unimaginable fact that I was boning my own dad.

“This feels amazing,” I said.

“I am with you,” Dad said.  I slid out a little; pushed back in.  It was indescribable, that tightness around my cock for the first time.  I did it again, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“What’s the verdict?” Dad said.

“A-plus,” I said, going for another pump.  “And for you?”

“Let’s just say your buddy Jimmy knows what he’s talking about,” Dad said between breaths.  His big body heaved forward as I thrust into it.  “It’s different, but in a way it’s about the best thing I ever felt.”

“That’s what Mom’s been getting all these years.”

“Well now I know she’s even luckier than I thought.”

“You make me wanna try it,” I said.

“That can be arranged,” Dad said.  I was banging him slowly, just enjoying the feel and frankly, not wanting to loose it too soon.

“Does Mom like it rough or gentle?” I asked.

“A bit rough to tell you the truth.  I can take it however you want to dish it out, son.  In fact I think I’d prefer it if you knocked me around a little bit.  Gimme the full treatment, you know?”

I took that to heart and started working over my Dad like I imagined him doing it to Mom.  Long strokes from the back, rough thrusts balls-deep.  Skin was slapping against skin.  The bed was shaking and Dad’s moans were getting louder and louder.  I gave his ass a slap.

“Fuck me, boy.  Fuck your old man.”

“Goddamn, Dad, I’m gonna cum.  Where should I cum?”

“Shoot it in me.  Shoot it right inside your pop.  Fuck, I’m gonna blow too.”  He took a hand away from the bed and stroked his cock.  Suddenly his hole got tighter and his moans got feverish and he started yelling out, “Goddamn, fuck my ass!  Fuck yeah!”  Without a word I shot my load, just blast after blast right up inside him.  It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

We took a shower afterward.  I was way too drunk to walk home, so Dad and I climbed into bed together.  I snuggled up to him, my arms wrapped around his back, and found myself boning up.

“Wanna pork me again, don’t you?” Dad said.  I offered a weak “Yeah.”

“Can’t say I blame ya,” Dad said, flipping on the light and getting on all fours.  “Have at it son.  We won’t get too many chances to fuck like bunnies once I’m back home.”  As I prepared to slide my aching cock into the snapping tight butthole of my dear ol’ dad, I considered canceling the wake-up call we’d placed and letting Mom discover I’d snuck out.  Maybe Dad and I would both get in trouble, and that was fine by me.  Life in the doghouse was pretty sweet, after all.

It was 2:25 p.m. in the financial district of a major American city.  Two young men in suits smoked cigarettes outside of the Mutual Trust building.  Rick, the taller one, fixed his dour stare on the newspaper box beside him.  The headlines were black and gaping, an abyss.  The worst financial crisis in the nation since the Great Depression was well underway.

“These are hard times, friend,” Rick said to his associate, Brad.  “I don’t have to tell you that.”

Brad nodded and returned his gaze shoeward.  His soft, sandy-blond features contrasted with Rick’s jet-black hair and stone-cold handsome visage.

“Naomi wants another kid,” Rick continued.  “Our mortgage alone is enough to make your cock shrivel.”

“Trisha wants to get married this spring,” Brad said, flicking ash.  “I don’t want to think of how much money I’ve lost this past week.”

“Neither do I,” Rick said.  He kicked the newspaper box.

“Listen,” Rick said.  He looked from side to side; lowered his voice.  “We both know the economy’s fucked, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.  Parts of it are fucked, but some industries stay strong even in the worst of times.”

“Such as?”

“The black market, man!  Sex and drugs.  People will always pay for that stuff, even more so when times are tough – fleeting pleasures, my friend.”

“What are you saying?” Brad said.

“Listen…I met this guy last week at happy hour.  You could tell he was a real top-dog type just by looking at him – designer clothes, a fifty dollar tip for the waitress…so I asked him what he does.  He said he’s an escort.”

“Really?”

“Said he makes over eight hundred bucks an hour.  Sometimes a thousand just for one night.”

“For one night?  With a girl?”

“Come on now, Brad.”

“Oh,” Brad said, his face filling with the realization.

“What can I say?  He told me clients will pay top dollar for fit young guys like you and me.  This could be real good for the both of us.”

“You’re serious?”

“You got any better ideas?”  Brad sighed.  Rick snubbed out his cigarette.  “Come on, we better get back to work.”

***

Later Rick was putting on his suit jacket when Brad came into his office.

“Hey Rick, before you go… I was thinking about what you said.”

“Yeah?  Shut the door.”

“Well, I was wondering…what do you have to do, exactly, to make that kind of money?”

“I guess it depends.  But I think the real money is if you go all the way.  You know…”

“Take it up the butt?”

“Yeah,” Rick said.

“Geez, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I know,” Rick said, coming around his desk.

“What if we couldn’t go through with it and ended up backing out?  It would look bad.”

“I suppose we could test it out on ourselves first.  With dildos or something,” Rick said.  Brad shook his head.

“No, that wouldn’t do.  We’d be going at our own pace, not somebody else’s.”

“What do you propose then?” Rick said, shifting his legs to conceal his growing erection.

“What if we try it on each other?  You know, just to see.  And then we’ll know for sure.”

“Right here?”

“Pretty much everyone’s gone.”

“Hold on a second.”  Rick picked up his phone and dialed.  “Honey?” he said into the receiver.  “Yeah, babe, I’m gonna be late again tonight.  I know, I know – I’ll change the reservations for next week.  You know how crazy things have been around here.  I love you.  Bye.”  He turned to Brad.  “That was easy.”

Brad approached his friend.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Brad said.

“We’ll think of it as an experiment.  Like you said, just to see.”

“How do we start?” Brad said.  Rick shrugged.

“Pretend like I’m your fiancé,” Rick said.  Brad chuckled.  Rick took his chin and pulled his face to his.  He kissed him and Brad kissed back.  After a moment Rick slipped his tongue between Brad’s lips.  Brad’s hands reflexively went around Rick’s waist, pulling their bodies close together as their tongues dueled in one another’s mouths.  Their breathing became thick and labored.

“Whoa,” Rick said, breaking apart.  “Okay then.”

“Okay,” Brad said, catching his breath.

“Want to take my clothes off?” Rick said.

“I guess,” Brad said.  “Do me too.”  They slipped off their jackets and reached for each other’s ties.  Brad got Rick’s shirt unbuttoned; he slipped it over the man’s broad shoulders and ran his hands over Rick’s muscled, hairy chest.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked in the gym,” Brad said as he undid Rick’s belt buckle.

“Believe me, you haven’t seen the half of it,” Rick said, and Brad knew he was telling the truth when he slid off Rick’s pants.  He was wearing boxers, and Rick’s towering, uncut cock jutted out of the fly like a arm-sized salami.

“Oh shit,” Brad said.  “How am I going to…”

“Don’t worry about that yet,” Rick said, unbuttoning Brad’s shirt and going for his pants.  Brad wore a skimpy pair of maroon bikini briefs which barely contained his pert, thick boner and plump butt.  Rick slid them off.

“You shave your balls,” Rick said.

“I shave it all.”  Rick turned him around to inspect.  Brad braced himself against the desk.  Rick parted Brad’s cute buttcheeks to reveal a gorgeously hairless pink hole.

“Wow, you really do.”  Brad winked his hole.  Rick, without thinking, extended his tongue and touched it to Brad’s hot hole.  Brad gasped.

“Oh man, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” Rick said, and went back in, forcing his tongue against the tight muscle of Brad’s sphincter.  Uncharted territory or not, it was sweet ass, and Rick found himself unable to resist burying his face in it.  Brad reacted in kind, his knees weakening as he pushed back to meet his friend’s insistent tongue.

“Holy shit,” Brad said.  His dick was leaking onto the glossy surface of the desk.  Rick stroked his own juicy cock as he ate out Brad’s butt.

“I guess I could get into that,” Rick said, standing up.  He slapped his hog against Brad’s relaxed hole.

“Are you gonna try fucking me now?” Brad said with some trepidation.  Rick gave his cute ass a slap.

“No, friend.  You get the first piece,” Rick said.  He switched places with Brad, propping one leg up on the desk to reveal his muscled, spread-wide ass.  His crack had a brush of dark hair that ringed his tight, inviting asshole.  He looked back at Brad and winked.  “You better take it slow, though, cause if you’re rough on me I’ll be rough on you.”

Rick handed him a tube of hand cream and a condom from his desk drawer.

“I-I’ll do my best,” Brad said, rolling on the condom and rubbing the hand cream on his rubbered cock.  He squirted another glob onto his fingertip and brought it to Rick’s asshole.  Rick groaned.  “Oh man, it’s really tight.  Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“It’s a hole, isn’t it?  Yeah I’m sure.”  Brad stepped forward and poised his cockhead at the entrance to Rick’s ass.

“Here goes nothing,” he said, grabbing onto Rick’s hips and pushing forward.  First his cockhead flattened against Rick’s unyielding hole, then the head was gobbled up inside.  Rick gasped.  “You okay?” Brad said, and Rick nodded.  Brad rested for a second, then sunk a bit more in.  He moved slowly, appreciating the absolute tightness of this young businessman’s rosebud.  His cock stretched Rick’s hole gradually but fully, expanding around the thick base of his shaft until Brad was balls deep.  Rick’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“It’s okay?” Brad said.

“Yeah.”

“More than okay?”

“I guess I know why some guys like it.  It’s a whole new sensation…but kinda fuckin alright.”  Brad arched his hips backward, the hot vice grip of Rick’s hole tight as a tourniquet.  When his cockhead was poised to exit he pistoned the whole of his meat right back into Rick’s ass.  Rick grunted.

“Feels pretty singular for me.  You’re tight as hell,” Brad said.

“A virgin…” Rick said.

“Shit…”  Brad worked his hips, giving another thrust, then another.  Soon Rick was backing up to meet him, bringing them to a slapping, flapping rhythm.  Brad reached his arms around Rick’s broad torso, feeling his furry chest and hard-rubber nipples.  He yanked on them, working his cock into Rick’s butt in fluid mechanical motions.

“Oh man, fuck me,” Rick said.  “Fuck my ass.”

“Don’t say that,” Brad said breathlessly.  “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Dump your load in me,” Rick said.  “I’m gonna cum too.”  Brad had a tight grip on Rick’s ass as he worked his cock in and out.  Then with a final thrust, he held himself inside, his nuts scrunching up and pulsing as he shot stream after stream of scorching cum into the condom, high inside his friend’s virgin ass.

At the same time, Rick gave his heavy half-hard cock some steady pumps.

“Fuuuck,” he cried, and a loping rope of cum shot out of him in time with one of Brad’s thrusts, shooting across his desk calendar.  The next shot landed in his pencil jar.  His ass bore down on Brad’s cock like a blood pressure cuff, each squeeze sending another jet of cum out of his cock.

When Rick was finished he looked back at Brad.  “Did you shoot?” Rick asked.

“Yeah, man.” Rick grimaced as they pulled apart.  Brad removed the rubber and showed Rick the full load inside.  He looked down at the desk in front of Rick.  “Wow.  Getting fucked made you shoot a lot.”

“You’re about to find out how much,” Rick said, a sly glint in his eyes.

“We’ll need some time to recover – get hot again, right?” Brad said.

“We got hours, friend.  As much time as we need,” Rick said, and they came together, kissing tenderly, their cocks dripping on their black-socked feet.

***

Two hours later there were three used condoms on the floor, each one holding a little less cum than the last.  Brad was on all fours on top of the desk, Rick behind him, giving it to his butt hard and fast as he worked on filling a forth condom.

“Oh…oh…oh my God,” Brad said, resting his torso onto the desk but keeping his little butt spread out wide behind him.  He had his fist on his rock-hard cock, jerking lightly so as not to lose it too soon.  He wasn’t sure how many more loads his ass could pull out of Rick’s nuts, and he wanted this fuck to last.

“Your fucking ass…it’s so tight…I can’t get enough,” Rick said.  His body was gleaming with sweat.  He rested his chest onto Brad’s smooth back, biting his neck as he long-dicked his hole.

“Fuck me harder,” Brad said.  He never could have imagined this side of himself, this intense desire to be filled and fucked.  Rick was doing his best to keep up; the two of them long past the initial experiment and now embarking on a new goal:  How long could Brad take it up the ass in one night, and how many times would Rick be able to give it to him?

“You’re fucking insatiable,” Rick said, grabbing a tight hold of Brad’s slim hips.  He watched his thick prick piston in and out of his friend’s willing butt, his heavy nuts slapping the underside.  The smooth small of Brad’s back was arched, his butt spread out before Rick as an offering, a monument for him to defile at will.  Brad tightened his hole. “Gonna make me cum,” Rick groaned.

Brad took a tighter grip around his cock, letting his orgasm rise as Rick increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Oh yeah, shoot it, I’m ready, oh fuck – ”  Brad said, losing his voice as his cock began dribbling creamy cum over his fingers.  His ass pulsed tight as he shot, and Rick gave a final push, crying out as his overworked cock eked out a final orgasm deep into Brad’s hot butt.

Brad flopped back on to the desk.  Rick laid next to him.

“I guess that wasn’t so bad,” Brad said.  It only took a minute before he was laughing at his own understatement.  Soon Rick was laughing with him.

“We’re so in the money, friend,” Rick said.

“I can buy Trisha that engagement ring.”

“Fuck, we can buy each other engagement rings if we want to.”

“Aww…you’d do that for me?” Brad said.  Rick looked him in the eyes.

“You bet I would, friend.”  Rick pulled him in for a kiss.  As they made out, their cocks impossibly hardened yet another time.  Rick broke his mouth away.  He humped his hot rod against Brad’s.  “Think your ass can go another round?”

“I think so,” Brad said, already lifting his ankles.

“I mean we might as well enjoy ourselves,” Rick said, grabbing another rubber and snapping it on his cock.  “Since we’re off the clock and everything.”

Mark was over my place.  It was the middle of the day and I was in my sweatpants.  There was no real reason for him to be there.

“Want to flip a coin?” he asked with this sheepish smile.  Like I hadn’t seen that one coming.

“C’mon, Mark,” I said.  “I’ve got a girlfriend.  You’ve got a fuckin fiancé.  You’re really going to tell me you still want to do the whole boyfriend/girlfriend game?”

That’s what we always called it:  boyfriend/girlfriend.  It’s not the sort of thing for which you take the time to come up with a snappy name.

Mark shrugged.  Was he blushing?  I felt sort of bad.  One of the things we’d agreed upon early on was that we wouldn’t discuss it much.  If one of us proposed flipping a coin, the other one said “yeah” or “not now.”  We didn’t draw it out or make a big deal out of it.  It wasn’t a big deal sort of thing, which was pretty much what made it great.

But, truthfully, that seemed like ages ago.

“Sorry, man,” I said. “I’m just sort of surprised is all.  I mean, we haven’t done that since you moved away after college.  It’s been…what?  Two years?”

“I know,” Mark said, playing with the seam of his t-shirt.  “I’m not here just for that.  I miss hanging out with you.  I know we have different friends and everything now.”

“Oh, man, don’t say that – we’ll always be good buds,” I said, barely believing it myself.  There was a time when I would’ve said my friends were friends for life.  Two times, actually:  high school and college.  But I was figuring out life didn’t work quite that way.

“I know,” Mark said.  “I guess I just miss the way things used to be, you know, with everyone.  And with us.”

“It’s cool,” I said, reaching over and punching Mark on the shoulder.  “Don’t sweat it.”

Mark waited a minute.  He looked up from his shoes.  “But you don’t want to flip a coin?”  I let out my breath.  I’d sort of had to take a minute to wrap my head around it, but once I did, I started to bone up.  Old habits die hard, I guess.

“Yeah, I could be up for that,” I said.  The smile that burst on Mark’s face just about killed me.  “You got a quarter, or what?” I said.  Mark searched his pockets.

“I guess I don’t,” he said.

“Hold on,” I said, and got up.  I knew Mark’s eyes were snapping right to the tent I was pitching in my sweats.  I had to remind myself not to be embarrassed.  This was Mark, after all.  We’d been through a lot together.  I got a quarter from my laundry jar and put it on my thumb.  “You call it,” I said.  The ding of the metal when I flicked it against my nail hung in the air as the quarter shot up.

“Heads,” Mark said.  The quarter came down and I caught it in my palm.  I flipped it on to the back of my hand and held it out so we both could see.

“Tails,” I said.  Mark took a deep breath.

“And so it goes,” he said, which is what we always say when we lose the coin toss.  Or what we used to say, I mean.

***

I met Mark on my first day in the dorms.  He lived on the floor below me.  He was on a football scholarship.  I ran track.  He had dark hair, I had blond.  In some way we complimented each other, like a yin/yang thing.  We became the nexus for a close group of friends, but at the end of the day it was always Mark and me.  We told each other everything.  I felt closer to him than I ever had, with anybody.

I guess it was near the end of our first year that we started the whole boyfriend/girlfriend game.  We were sitting around my dorm room on a Saturday night.  Neither of us felt like getting on the party train.  But Mark had brought a half-full bottle of vodka he’d stashed, so we were passing that.

Mark had gotten laid the past weekend with a friend of ours who got weird about it fast and was basically stalking him.

“It sucks I have to avoid her cause it was good fucking sex,” Mark said.  I was stretched out on the floor and he was sitting against the side of my bed.  “Or if we could at least make out.  I love making out.”

“Me too,” I said.

“If we could do it with each other, that’d be so fucking perfect.”

“Huh?” I said.  The comment took me completely off guard.  “Make out with each other?”

“Yeah,” Mark said.  “Like if one of us was a girl.  We could have sex, like, whenever we wanted.”

“I guess,” I said, ready to let it slip but then I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh, and Mark laughed with me.  “Or one of us could just pretend to be a girl,” I said.  We laughed again but my heart was beating like crazy, I remember.

Mark suggested flipping the coin, and that was that.

***

Mark took off his baseball cap and then slid off his shirt.  His body was softer than it had been in college, but it was a lot like I remembered.  All that hair on his broad chest.  Little silver hoops in his nipples.

I stripped too and Mark whistled.  “Yeah, I’ve been working out,” I said, proud of my smooth, hard body.  We got down to our briefs.  There was Mark’s fat cock, bulging out the front of his briefs, a wet spot the size of a dime right where the head sat.  Mark the leaker.

“Let’s do this,” Mark said, looking up from my hard cock.  We brought our bodies together and pecked each other on the lips.  It was the lamest kiss ever and we had to laugh.

“C’mon man,” I said, and then we really went for it.  Tongues and everything.  Kissing’s crucial, we realized that from the start.  Even if it’s with another guy, when your eyes are closed and your mouth is working against another person, you can get lost in it.

Of course our hands were going all over each other too, but that’s how it always went with me and Mark.  We didn’t mess around.  That was the paradox, I guess – what made our thing so good was that it was never serious, it was just fun.  But when we’d get down to it, it was totally real.

Mark began to kiss his way down my body, and I knew what that meant.  At some point we’d decided that blowjobs weren’t essential, but they could still happen.  The most important thing was to play up the role, to stay in character.  So if you lost the coin toss and you were feeling like a blowjob was how it should go, you did it.

Mark pulled off my briefs and let my dick hang there for a minute.  His mouth was open.  He was letting me anticipate it, the way his lips and throat were going to work my dick.  Mark’s good like that.  I think we both knew that it was better when he lost the coin toss, but we never said it.

His mouth engulfed my cock.  He went up and down on it with a slow suction; I mean really savoring my dick.  I’d forgotten how Mark could make my dick feel like it was a straw he was going to use to suck the cum right out of my nuts.  No girl had ever done that for me.  It was uncanny.

He held on to my balls, really getting into bobbing my knob.  I looked down and saw that the dime-sized wet spot on Mark’s blue briefs had become half-dollar sized.  I started thinking things like Man, this bitch is in heat.  This bitch is fucking loving my dick.  I never said that stuff out loud, but always wondered if Mark thought them too.

I know when I was the girl I’d be thinking, I want your load, I want you to bend me over and fuck me like a bitch in heat.  It got me off, thinking nasty shit like that.  If I thought of him as a friend, I’d start to lose it.  It happened a few times.

Mark lifted my balls and started tonguing my taint.  Nasty bitch, I thought.  He lapped at my stinky nuts, rolling them around on his face.  I looked down again and realized Mark had his other hand down the back of his underwear and was fingering his asshole.  I can’t tell you how much that turned me on.  He was avoiding his dick to play the role.  He knew I’d probably stroke him off later, but for now, it was all about his pussy.  The way it should be.

I picked Mark up by his armpits and turned him around, bending him over the couch.  Mark’s ass was as plump and firm as ever.  I pulled apart his cheeks to look at his nice pink hole.

I could see why people would think it’s nasty to eat ass, but it’s not like I haven’t done it to my girlfriends before.  It always turns me on.  With Mark and me it always made sense – you got to get that pussy ready before you fuck it.

When I got my face close to his butt I could smell that he was freshly showered.  Underneath that was a deeper smell, musky and sexy, and my memory of it sort of punched me in the gut.  For a minute I was back in the dorm, back in the day.

I dove my tongue inside of him and it was slick and smooth.  Mark moaned, groaned, rode against my tongue.  Like a bitch in heat, I kept thinking.  I slapped the sides of his ass and kept working that pussy, knowing it was where my dick wanted to go and that my tongue was just getting things prepared.  I was so hard I couldn’t stand it.

I slid my finger inside him, slowly.  His ass was still nice and tight.  Mark took it easily though, and I sunk it in and out a few times, unable to resist bending down and getting a few licks at my finger, the rim of his stretched hole.

I stood up with Mark still bent over and I brought his ass back toward me.  I smacked my cock in his crack a couple times, against his hole, making his dick pulse and his hole clench up.  I leaned in to him, riding my cock against his ass, reaching around his chest and pinching his tits.  He was so close to me.  I kissed his neck and back, let my cockhead jab at his hole, pushing against it some.

There always came a point where we’d have to break the fantasy and grab the lube.  I had a tube of it in my underwear drawer that I ostensibly used for jerking off, but now I wondered if I’d kept it around for Mark, like I was waiting for it to happen again on a subconscious level.

I lubed up Mark’s hole and got my dick nice and slippery.

“You need me to go slow?” I asked.  My dickhead rubbed on his butthole like a pencil eraser against a page.

“Just fuck me you fuckin stud,” Mark said.

“You want my dick in you?  You want my dick in your pussy?”

“Oh yeah,” Mark groaned, sounding just like a girl in a porno.  I sunk the head inside.  Mark groaned.  I took a minute, letting him adjust, but he bucked back and took the rest of my dick inside him to the hilt like a total slut.

“Fuck that shit is tight,” I said.  It was tight; I’d forgotten how good it felt.  I wondered why I let our friendship slide when I could have been enjoying this on a regular basis.  Who knows?

I took Mark’s hips in my hands and started slowly, steadily pumping my cock into his butt.  Mark melted like butter, getting into it more and more.  I knew he was right there with me and I started pounding him hard.

I got him down on the floor and laid him on his side, lifting one of his legs on my shoulder so my dick fit between his buttcheeks, which hugged it like twin loaves of bread.  Mark’s mouth was slack, his eyes screwed up.  His dick was still hard but his hand was underneath it, holding up his balls to give me better access to his hole.

I knew I should go longer, to try to make it last, but the truth is that neither of us ever could.  I got Mark on his hands and knees cause I knew I wanted to cum in him like that, bent over like a bitch, his back arched and his ass splayed back for me, for my pleasure alone.

I porked him hard and he shoved back harder.  I knew I was gonna cream a load inside of him, which was always the best part of this game – letting yourself lose it.  Total abandon.

“I’m gonna cum inside you dude,” I said to Mark, breaking the role a little, but we were too far past that to care.  Mark’s was gasping, oh yeah, oh yeah, and I knew he wanted it as bad as I did.  “Here it comes—”

Blam.  I shoved it in him to the hilt, let my balls empty themselves deep inside my friend.  Mark moaned like he always did when he felt my load start to go.  He started to tug on his dick but he barely had to touch it before it shot off, spraying cum all over the carpet.  I held myself deep in him for the next few blasts, feeling his asshole clench around my dick as we lost our loads together.  Finally we collapsed on the floor, my body splayed on top of his.  Our breathing slowed in tune.

I guess the idea of the game is that we’re in love, that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend and we know each other so well that we can feel free to do whatever we want with each other.  Once you accept that basic premise, it’s weird how natural it can become.  But the truth of the matter is that Mark and I do know each other that well.  That part isn’t an act.  Or at least it wasn’t, at one time.

I wondered, as I lay there atop him, if it was possible to revive something like that.

Jason was the new kid in school.  Everyone thought he was weird at first, including me, but then we had to do a project together on Pompeii so we ended up hanging out.  I’d go over to his house after school sometimes and on the weekends.  His house was cool because parents let him eat whatever he wanted, we could even order pizzas whenever.

He asked me if I wanted to sleep over, so I asked my parents and they said it was okay.  On Friday night after dinner I packed up a bag and walked over to his house by myself.

Jason had all kinds of stuff planned for us.  We played Monopoly and traded M.U.S.C.L.E.’s, which are these toys we both like.  We watched this movie called “Top Secret!” which I thought was sorta dumb but Jason laughed a lot so I ended up laughing at it too.  There were a lot of sex jokes and Jason would always laugh hardest at them.  Jason always talked about sex.  Once he asked me if I jacked off and at first I acted like it was gross, but he acted like I was the weird one for thinking it was gross, so I admitted I did it too.

There was one thing in the movie where a guy was dressed up in a cow costume and this calf got underneath him and started sucking him, like he was a milk cow, except the guy was moaning like he was getting his dick sucked.  Jason asked me if I’d ever had my dick sucked, I said no.  He said he had a cousin who liked to suck dick, his name was Matt.

“How do you know he sucks dick?” I asked.

“Cause I know.  I know some people he’s done it to.  Some of them do it back to him, they sixty-nine.  Do you know what that is?”  I said I didn’t.  “It’s when one guy sucks your dick while you suck his, so you fit together like a six and a nine.  They even swallow sometimes.”

“Gross,” I said.

His mom told us lights out after the movie.  We stayed up anyway, playing with his flashlights and talking about all kinds of stuff, a lot of it about sex.  I kept getting hard-ons under my sleeping bag.  I couldn’t stop thinking about his cousin and sucking dick.  The thought of somebody doing that to me had never really crossed my mind, but I started thinking how good it would feel.  I asked Jason if he’d ever gotten a blowjob.

“Yeah, from this girl in my old town.”

“Did she swallow?”

“Yeah,” he said.  “It feels amazing, man.”  We didn’t say anything for a while.  My dick was so hard and I felt like he was probably just as hard as me.  “You know what really feels good though?”

“What?”

“This game my cousin taught me called ‘Hide the Salami.’”

“’Hide the Salami’?”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“You wanna try it?”

“I guess so.  How?”

“It’s really fun.  We have to take our clothes off first though.”

“Okay,” I said.  My heart was beating so fast.  I knew we were gonna do some sex stuff but I didn’t know what.  Jason took his clothes off under the sleeping bag and I did the same.

“Are you naked?” he asked.  I said yeah.  “Even your underwear?”

“Yeah.”

“Is your dick hard?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me see.  I’ll show you mine too.”  Jason unzipped his sleeping bag and threw back the flap.  Even in the dark I could see his hard dick against his stomach.  I showed him mine.  “That’s a nice dick.”

“Thanks.”

“The only other thing we need is Vaseline,” he said, getting up.  “I have to get it from the bathroom.”  I didn’t want him to go, I felt weird being naked and hard.  “It’s okay, I just gotta grab it.  Trust me, it’s worth it.”

His put his pajama pants back on and went down the hall really quietly.  I covered myself back up and waited for him.  I made my breathing slow like my mom showed me how to do when I got upset – count to ten, count every breath.  My dick stayed super hard though.  Jason came back into the room with the jar of Vaseline.  His dick was still hard in his pants.

“My parents are still up, they’re probably screwing too,” he said, shutting the door and locking it.  He turned on his desk lamp.  “Are you still hard?”  I said I was.  “Lemme see,” he said, and took off his pants.  It was cool seeing him totally naked like that in the dim light.  I uncovered myself again and he looked at my hard dick.  “Cool,” he said.  He lay down on top of his sleeping bag.

“Okay, this is how it goes.  I pull my knees up to my chest like this, and you kneel right there,” he said, pointing to right below his legs.  I got out and knelt there.  “Take this,” he said, handing me the Vaseline.  His butt was there, all spread out; I could see his butt hole.  It was weird because I’d never really seen a butt hole before.  It was dark pink and bumpy, like a knot in a tree.  It looked weird but I knew mine probably looked the same way.

“So you take some Vaseline and get it all over your hard dick.  Then I’ll put some on my hole and that’s where you put your dick.”  I knew what he was saying but I couldn’t believe it.

“In your butt hole?”

“Yeah.  It’s not dirty and it feels really good, trust me.”  Jason was kind of clenching and unclenching his hole and it made me laugh, he laughed too.  When he laughed it clenched up again, like he couldn’t help it, and that made us laugh harder.  “C’mon you gotta grease up before your dick goes soft.”  I did it, then he had me hand it to him.  He globbed some on his finger tips and put it on his hole, rubbing it in good.

“Watch this,” he said, and pressed the tip of his finger to his hole until it popped inside.  “See?  Hide the salami.  You stick your dick inside me, that’s how the game goes.”

“And it’ll work…I mean, it’ll like, fit?”

“Yeah, it will, but your dick has to be really hard, which yours is, right?”  He grabbed it, stroking like he needed to feel if it was hard enough.  It felt so good I thought I could cum just from it, but he took his hand away.  “You need to get closer.”  We moved around a bit.  Jason took hold of my dick again and put it right to his hole.  He scooted closer to me.  “Push in,” he whispered.  I did, and the tip got swallowed up just like his finger tip.  I was amazed.  It seemed like he was in pain though.  “It’s okay just let it right there for a second.  You have to do it like this or it won’t work.”  I waited until he told me to put more in.  The weirdness and grossness of what we were doing sort of left me, I just couldn’t believe how good it felt, all tight and hot around my dick.

“Okay, more,” he said.  I kept putting more in until I couldn’t put any more in.  I was pressed right up against his butt.  I could feel my dick getting squeezed by the inside of him.  He was looking right at me.  We stared at each other for what seemed like a while.

“You’re in all the way?” he said.

“Yeah.”  He lifted his head to see for himself.  “See?  That’s the game.  You got it in all the way.”

“That’s how you play it?” I said, a little breathless.

“Well now you get to keep doing it.  It feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Good” barely described it.

“So take it out but not the whole way, then put it back in again.  Keep doing that and you’ll cum, except you’ll cum in my butt and it won’t go everywhere like when you jack off, which is cool.”  I did as instructed.  It really was like magic, now you see it, now you don’t.  Each time it disappeared Jason groaned, this sound like he was eating some good food or something.

I kept doing it until I felt like I was going to shoot.  I hardly even knew it was going to happen, just all the sudden my body was welling up and I was shooting in him just like he said I could.  I held it inside him while my brain went somewhere else.  I’d shot a bunch of times but never had it felt like this.

When I looked up I realized Jason had shot too, all over his stomach.  “See, it’s fun for everybody,” he said.  “Now take it out again but do it sort of slow.”  I did.  He winced a little.  I looked at my dick.  I couldn’t believe it had just been inside Jason.  It sort of smelled but didn’t seem really gross.  He wiped the cum off his stomach with a towel and handed it to me so I could wipe off my dick.

“Pretty cool, huh?  That’s buttfucking.” He threw the towel in the corner when I was done.  “I’ll wash it later.  My mom never knows, she just thinks I’m so grown up cause I can do laundry by myself.”

I had a million questions.  Jason admitted his cousin had taught him how.  He said he’d even done it with his uncle, except the other way around cause his uncle’s dick was too big.  He said it didn’t hurt at all to take it, and that it makes him shoot every time.  I asked him where the cum went.

“It’s just inside me.  I’ll crap it out later but I sort of like keeping it in me as long as I can, I like the way it feels.”

I was so tired the next day cause we’d stayed up all night.  I felt bad about what we did sometimes, it seemed like wrong somehow.  It was sort of a game but sort of grown up too.  Though I was twelve, anyway, I wasn’t a little kid anymore.  I eventually realized that when people talked about screwing, that I’d pretty much done it.  In some ways I wasn’t even a virgin anymore, and I thought that made me pretty cool, even if I couldn’t tell people about it.

What was it about that time, the summer of 2001?  It felt like everything was ahead of us, like nothing could go wrong.

This is Chris Klein, by the way.  Remember me?  American Pie?  Election?  I know I’ve been off the radar recently, but there was a time where it seemed like everybody knew who I was, where I looked forward to a whole career of playing the naïve, hunky jock with a heart of gold.

But it didn’t work out that way.  Somehow, in the years between in the early aughts and now, it all turned to crap.

But back then, that summer, it was golden.  And for some reason, one experience stands out.  I’d never done anything like it before and I’ve never done anything like it since, but it happened, and I’m not ashamed to say that it was beautiful.

We’d wrapped up principle photography on American Pie 2 a few months earlier.  I was preparing for a role on We Were Soldiers, my first period movie and my first “adult” part.  On top of that, I’d gotten paid more from American Pie 2 than I’d ever been paid before.

I was meeting with my agent in New York City, going over a few of the hundreds of scripts that I was being asked to consider every month.  My cell phone rang and it was Seann – Seann William Scott, that is, though you might know him as Stifler.

Funny enough, back then a lot of us called him Stifler, too.  He was so much like his on-screen persona that it was nearly impossible to tell where he ended and the character began.  Seann didn’t mind it either.  I think he was proud.

“Hey, fuckface, how’s it going?” he asked me.

“Hey, Seann.  Not too bad,” I said.

“Well dude, I’m about to make your day a whole lot better.  Heard you were in town so I set up a little date for us.  You ready for this?”  I sighed.  I really wasn’t in the mood for Stifler antics.

“What is it…”

“Twins, dude.  Sheila and Tonia.  Can you fucking believe it?”  He guffawed – I had to hold the phone away from my ear.  My agent gave me a sideways look.

“Seann, I…man, I don’t think I’m up for a date tonight…”

“I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t just hear that.”

“Man, I got this thing going on with Katie right now…”  Katie Holmes and I had been dating for a few months at that point, and it was starting to feel serious.

“Katie?  Really?  Twins, dude.  I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.  Fine, be a disgrace to men everywhere.”

“Aw, c’mon Seann, I mean, I don’t know…”

“Just do me a favor:  pull your panties out of your crack and get the fuck over here.”

***

I figured I’d just hang out with Seann long enough to get him off my back.  He opened the door to his apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.  Seann and I worked out together whenever we could and we were both in the best shape of our lives.  He was thicker than me, but it worked on him.  Me, I was lean and tight – all American.

“What up, fucker!” he said as we slapped palms.  “For the love of god tell me you came to your senses on the way over here.”

“Seann, I appreciate that you set it up but Katie…”

“Did you suddenly sprout a vagina where your dick used to be?  These twins are fucking hot, man, and they want to fuck our brains out.”  I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  “Here, do a shot.”

“No thanks, it’s kind of early in the day.”  Seann stopped.  He sniffed at the air.

“What is that smell?  Oh I know – it’s pussy.  And it’s coming from your pants.  Now shut the fuck up and do a shot with me.”  He handed one to me and I downed it.  I felt it warming my stomach, then my whole body, making everything feel better.  I set down my glass and held it toward him for another.  Seann gave me a wink and started pouring.

“One of the main tenets of dudehood is that twins trump everything.  It’s like, sacred.”

I took a deep breath.  Seann handed me the shot, and I downed it.  “When are we meeting them?”

“That’s my man,” Seann said, clapping me on the shoulder, fixing me with his jack-ass grin.  “In two hours.  Just enough time to grab a shower and a few more drinks.”

Seann rarely talked about anything other than sex.  He stripped off his shorts in preparation for his shower and was standing there, naked, when he got on the subject of the twins.  He was talking about how the one had tits so firm they were like rocket ships, and he started chubbing up.

I’d seen Seann naked in the gym before, so I wasn’t weirded out about that.  But watching his thick dick get bigger – well, it was kinda strange.  I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I guess I couldn’t hide my weirdness cause Seann looked down and acknowledged it.

“Gonna pop one off in the shower, may as well get started now,” he said.

“Are you?”

“Damn right, bro – can’t go out with a loaded gun.”  He put his hand on his hip.  His cock was nice, I guess – he had a nice set of smooth nuts – and for some reason I started getting horny.  I think it was the proximity effect – like how when somebody yawns, you yawn too.  I started to get hard.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do the same when I take a shower,” I said.

“Why wait, bro?  I got some fucking awesome porn the other day – c’mere.”  He motioned for me to follow him down the hall.  Seann had a real bubble butt.  It was firm from working out, like mine, and it even sort of bounced as he walked, like his half-hard cock was bouncing on the other side of him.  We went into his bedroom and he pulled a bag out from under his bed.  He handed me a DVD:  Shaved Asians 3.

“Those Asian chicks are fucking nasty, dude.”  He pointed out the DVD player.  “Enjoy,” he said with a wink.  I heard the shower start as I popped in the DVD and sat back on his bed to watch.  I remember feeling so horny, hornier than I’d felt in a while, but for some reason I didn’t want to cum right away.  I kept holding it off, knowing that Seann was going to be done soon but not really caring.

I heard the shower turn off and then Seann walked into the room.  He was toweling off his hair and his cock still looked chubbed.  My cock was fully hard but I hadn’t taken it out of my pants, and I had the feeling he hadn’t blown, either.  “Still enjoying our friends from the Orient?” he said, plopping next to me on the bed.  “Dude, look at your cock,” he said, unabashedly staring at the rod in my jeans.

“What?” I said.

“Fuck, I knew it was big but I had no idea.  That’s a deadly fucking weapon.”

“It’s not that big,” I said.

“The fuck it isn’t.  Take it out.”  I took it out.  Seann’s eyes were popping out of his head.  “That’s the fucking Empire State Building of cocks.”  He turned his attention to the porn.  Soon we were both stroking.  “Dude,” he said, like he’d just remembered something.  “Did I show what I picked up a few months ago?”  He reached under his bed and, to my amazement, pulled out a translucent green dildo.  “For Road Trip.  I had to do that seen where my character gets fingered till he cums.”

“Yeah, that was funny,” I said, lamely.

“Well, I wanted to get the facial expression right.  So I picked up this little beauty from the porno store.”

“You…used it?”

“Came like a motherfucker, dude.”  He held it in one hand and stroked himself with the other.  My cock was so hard.  “Come to think of it, it’s not much bigger than yours,” he said, holding it next to my cock.  I told my hand away and Seann grabbed it, holding my cock and his dildo next to one another in his hand.  “Check it out, same size exactly.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Dude, you could just pump yourself off in my ass if you wanted.”

“What?”

“Why not, right?”  Seann had this eager look I was familiar with, the look he got when he had a really great idea.  “You need to cum, so do I.  You can just fuck me till we both cum.”

“Really?  I mean, that’s kind of…serious.”

“Serious?  Dude, where is your sense of adventure?  I’m offering up a prime piece of ass here – virgin ass, if you want to get technical.  Talk about a sacred guy rule – nobody passes up fucking a virgin.”

“You really want me to…fuck you in the ass?”

“Geez, man, how else can I say it?” he said.  “Yeah, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”  He hopped up on all fours on the bed, spreading his ass out before me.  “Just start with your fingers, it kinda hurts at first.  There’s some lube in the bag under the bed.”

I couldn’t believe it was happening, but at the same time I was unsurprised.  Seann was really the type of guy who is up for anything.  I figured I could at least slide a finger into him and see where it went.  So I lubed one up and went for it.  His hole was pink and clean and super tight.  It went in really easy, and Seann was groaning, his cock still hard.  He asked me to put a second finger in him, then a third, and his moans only got louder with each one.

“Alright bro, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.  Just make sure your cock is really lubed up and slide it in slow.  It’s gonna be fucking sweet.”  I got behind him, lubed up my cock, and pointed it at his opened hole.  I held on to his hips and watched as my fat cock head flattened against his anus, then popped inside.  Seann whimpered a little “Oh, yeah.”  I slowly slid more of myself in him and he seemed fine, so I kept doing it.

“Okay, I’m all the way inside you,” I said.

“So fuck.  Go for it, bro.”  As weird as it was for me, once I got going it felt completely right.  I backed out, watching my cock appear from his depths.  Then I slid it back in, Seann grunting with pleasure as I was enveloped by his clean, smooth ass.  It felt just about as good as anything I’d ever fucked.

“Jesus, Chris, you fuck like my grandma.  Go to town on me, dude, what are you waiting for?”  I did my best.  I held him steady and rocked my hips, flexing my abs as I pumped his ass.  I took a chance and slammed into him really hard and fast, and Seann moaned like a girl.  So I kept doing that, harder and harder.  I could hear his cock slapping against his stomach, I think he was just as hard as I was.

“That’s it man, fuck my ass,” Seann said, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement and demands.  “Harder, make me feel it.”  I fucked him harder, harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, and Seann gave it right back to me.  It felt like I could never fuck him hard or deep enough.  I liked that.  I liked it so much that I felt like I was going to cum, and I told him.

“Jesus, dude, it’s only been a few minutes.  Can’t you make it last?”  I tried slowing down.  I fucked him real sweet, holding on to his body, sliding out of him slowly and shoving it back in.  But it was no use.  Within a few minutes I could feel myself losing it.

“I gotta cum, Seann.  I’m cumming.”

“Alright, bro, cum for me.  Cum in my tight little ass.”  That’s what I did.  I rammed it into him deep and held on to him for dear life as I lost my load.  Seann’s hole tightened around my cock and I figured he was cumming, too.  My mind entered some distant place or state, something like nirvana.  I felt so connected to him at that moment, maybe closer than I’d ever felt to anybody.

When we were done I slid down on my side.  I wanted to lie there like that, holding him, but Seann hopped up.

“Dude, we gotta meet those twins in less than an hour,” he said, picking up his towel and using it to wipe the cum and lube from his ass.  I watched him spray cologne on himself.  I stared at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I said.  Seann raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t go fagging out on me, Chris,” he said.

“You didn’t like it?” I said, sitting up.

“It was good enough, man, but you gotta keep your eyes on the prize.  Twins, bro.  Twins.”

He was so blasé, while I felt completely changed.  And in a way, nothing was ever the same.  I had a hard time being normal around Seann.  When I’d try to talk about what happened he’d get uncomfortable and change the subject.  He’d say I was acting like a chick, but I couldn’t help it.  What we’d shared had felt so real.  I couldn’t go back.

Somehow the image of those Towers falling a few months later clinched it in my mind.  Everything had peaked, the golden age had passed by without us even realizing it.

I started drinking more, for a while with Natasha Lyonne, who’d been in the American Pie movies too.  But she started going off the rails and before I knew it I was, too.  I got some DUI’s, did a couple stints in rehab.  I still get film roles but they’re nothing like what I used to get offered.

I try to live in the present but sometimes I can’t shake it, the memory of what it was like.  I think about that summer, that afternoon with Seann, where everything seemed possible but nothing was what it seemed.

“Fuck your girlfriend,” Patrick said to Rob, and they sunk into a tense silence that lasted the whole way up the slope.  The ski resort was closing and they were the last ones who’d been allowed to get in line for the lift.  Those behind them got turned away – parents and children, groups of teenagers who loudly voiced their disappointment.

Patrick had looked back at them, cheerful people in colorful winter gear streaming back toward the bright lodge, then shuffled forward in line a few steps behind Rob, his best friend.  Most of their day had been enjoyable.  Rob had been surprisingly flirtatious toward Patrick, racing him down the trails, even slapping his ass once when Patrick bent forward to adjust his boot.

The conflict had begun in the bathroom of the lodge just before they headed out for their last run.  They’d stood beside each other at the urinals, unzipping and unbuttoning through layers of clothing before unleashing their cocks and letting loose with a hot stream.

They were alone.  Rob looked askance at Patrick’s cock.

“Well hello there, Little Mr. Baker,” Rob said.  Baker was Patrick’s last name.

“He says hi back,” Patrick said, taking a long look at Rob’s cock, a look he wouldn’t have dared had it not been invited.

“Better not look too long at mine or yours’ll start to salute,” Rob said with a cocky smile, shaking off the last drops of piss and tucking his cock back in his pants.

“That’s what you’d like to think,” Patrick said, finishing up.  They washed their hands beside each other.  “Anyway, you pop a boner as soon as you get your hands around mine.”

Patrick had barely gotten the words out before the door swung open and a guy, who was around their age, walked in.  Rob gave his friend a cold look and Patrick felt his stomach sink.

They left the lodge and re-attached their skis.  Rob was sullen.  Approaching the lift, Patrick felt his anger and frustration well up.

“Is it a fucking crime that I even acknowledge it?” he said to Rob in a fierce but quiet voice.  Rob, teeth clenched, looked off at the slope, looked like he would have been happy if an avalanche would bury them both and put an end to this particular conversation.  “It’s not like we only do it when we’re drunk anymore.  It’s all the time, and I’m sick of pretending like it isn’t.”

“It’s not me that’s trying to make it into something so fucking serious.  Stop making such a goddamn big dramatic deal out of it,” Rob said, moving quickly so that Patrick had to keep up in order to hear him.

“You’re the one who makes a big deal out of it,” Patrick said.  “You make it into this huge thing, to where I’m not even allowed to mention it without you looking like you want to punch me in the face.”

Rob’s fists were indeed clenched at his side.

“Well unlike you I have a girlfriend,” he said, over-enunciating the word like it was made of precious metal, and that’s when Patrick said what he’d said.

***

So the lift swung under their butts and whisked them away, the lights and sounds receding until nothing was left but the dark trees and howl of the wind.  They sat one seat apart.  Earlier they’d sat together, letting their thighs touch.

They got off the lift.  For a moment they stood beside one another.  It was quiet, they were alone, the rest of the skiers had already descended.  Then Rob pushed off and Patrick followed.  He was heading down the trail toward a black diamond, a slope Patrick had skied before but one that never failed to give him the willies.  Rob didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait to give Patrick a grin or a word of encouragement or derision, he just pushed off and left.

Patrick took a deep breath.  The drop was almost vertical.  He moved toward the edge, and then there was no stopping.  He was heading down, rushing faster and faster, trying not to think as he dug his skies in from side to side.  The slope rushed past as he maintained control, even letting himself straighten out a little, gaining in speed until he felt it, a wiggle, a little loss of confidence, and his ski wobbled more and he knew that he was going to lose it.

He fell, head over heels, careening down the slope as snow roughly crunched against his face and down his collar and the waist of his pants.  When it was over and he looked around he saw he was at the bottom.  Neither of his skies were attached to his feet.  He laid there for a minute, eyes on the empty sky.

“You alright?” Rob called, rushing toward him.  There was real fear in his voice.

“Yeah,” Patrick replied, starting to get up.  But there was a sharp pain in his thigh – and he immediately went back down.

Rob grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“Your foot?” Rob asked.

“No, my thigh.  It’s cramping up.”

“C’mon,” Rob said.  After taking off his skies he wrapped Patrick’s arm around his neck.  Together they hobbled toward a small cabin just at the edge of the woods.  Probably it had once been a ski patrol station, but now it was unused.

Rob unlatched the door and they hopped inside.  It was empty but for a wooden bench.  Rob helped Patrick sit down on it.  Patrick tried to stretch out his leg but winced from the pain.  He tore the gloves off of his hands and unzipped the leg of his snow pants, reaching in to massage it out.  “Fuck that fuckin hurts,” he said.

Rob got on his knees.

“Lemme see,” he said, and reached his hands around Patrick’s long-underwear-clad thigh.  He massaged the knot.  His hand were warm.  Patrick looked down at him, but Rob didn’t notice.  He seemed lost in his own world.  Patrick knew the look, and started getting hard.

Patrick’s thigh muscle began to relax.  Rob’s hands creeped higher and he felt what was there.  Patrick stood up and Rob stood with him.  He reached for Rob’s coat and zipped it open.  Rob did the same, the two of them uncasing stiff shells of winter gear until they got at the steaming hot flesh underneath.  Finally with bare chests and rock-hard cocks they came together, Rob hesitant at first, then kissing Patrick enthusiastically, their mouths conjoined and comingled, tongues reaching for one another.

Rob’s hands went right for Patrick’s cock, and in a minute he was on his knees, looking at it worshipfully.  It had always been like this, from the first time they’d jacked off together.  Patrick had an exceptional cock, thick and heavy, quite a contrast to Rob’s.  Rob lost all his posturing when it came to Patrick’s dick, all the macho shit melting away, his girlfriend likely the furthest thing from his mind.  He hefted the dick in his palm, letting it graze across his hand, gazing at it.  Then he took it in his mouth.

Yes, the mixed messages that Patrick often tried to process in his confused mind fell away when Rob knelt before him, because then it was perfectly clear:  Rob loved sucking his cock.  Rob, his best friend since junior year of high school, the guy who liked to shoot his guns and go four-wheeling in the woods, simply collapsed at the sight of his dick, couldn’t stuff enough of it down his throat, would blow him passionately at the sight of it and enjoy it to the last drop.

Patrick placed his hand on Rob’s knit cap.  He took it off and tossed it onto the wooden floor.  Rob’s floppy black hair fell over his eyes, undulating with the bobs of his head.  Patrick put his hand on the back of Rob’s head and subtly pushed him along.  In the silvery light that reflected into the cabin’s windows, he saw Rob’s lips stretching to accommodate the base of his shaft.  Rob had him to the hilt.  He grasped Patrick’s balls, his lips pressed against his pubes, letting Patrick’s cock rest in his throat.

Patrick backed him off and pulled Rob to his feet.  He felt for Rob’s cock – which was small but perfect, diamond-hard and slick with precum.  He knelt down before Rob and took his cock in his mouth, enjoying it for what he could.  Blowing Rob never lasted long, even though Patrick felt like it was where he was meant to be – he liked Rob’s little dick, he liked pleasuring his hot friend more than he liked getting sucked by him, even; but Rob would inevitably push him off after a minute or so.  Once Rob admitted to Patrick that he thought his dick was pathetic and didn’t understand why anybody would want to suck it.  It didn’t matter how much Patrick said he liked it.  Rob didn’t want to hear that shit, anyway.

Instead of letting Rob push him away Patrick motioned for Rob to join him on the floor.  It was a little dusty, but fine, and they met up head-to-crotch for a sixty nine.  Patrick had found that Rob could lose himself like this, as long as he had Patrick’s cock in his mouth.  The position was awkward but Patrick made sure Rob had full rein over his cock, holding his balls in one hand and chugging the thick dick past his gag reflex.  Patrick had to adjust his neck to reach Rob’s, which was leaky as all hell, his nuts drawn up tight around the base.

It seemed easier for Patrick to be on top of Rob, so he rolled him over and swung one leg over the side of Rob’s head.  Rob groaned as his throat was stuffed full of Patrick’s meat and Patrick had an easier time taking Rob.  He knew they would cum like this, dicks in each other’s mouths, and he knew they could do it at the same time.  Rob was close.  Patrick took his cute butt in his hands and boldly dug his fingers into Rob’s crack.  Rob couldn’t have protested even if he’d wanted to, but to Patrick it seemed that Rob spread his legs just as far as his bunched-up pants would allow.

Patrick found Rob’s butthole, scorching and sweaty.  He pressed his fingertip to it, feeling Rob suck him deep.  Without warning Rob let his jizz fly, his asshole clenching as shot after shot of cream flooded Patrick’s throat.  Patrick let himself go then, too, hearing Rob’s satisfied gulps as he swallowed down his jizz.

They were done.  They dressed in silence, but it wasn’t tense silence anymore.  Sometimes the sex made things tenser – made Rob turn away in shame and run off to the bathroom or leave without another word.  And sometimes it ended up like this – the sex softening things, paving a smooth exit, Rob offering a warm goodbye and the promise for a phone call the next day.

They gathered their skis and then Patrick followed Rob, the two of them shushing through the snow to the closest lift, but before they reached it it was clear that it had stopped running.  Patrick felt a rising panic in the quiet of the falling snow.  How were they going to get back to the lodge?  How were they going to get home?  He looked to Rob and saw that he didn’t know either.

I was trying to be good, I really truly was.  Then Joey walked up to me in the gas station wearing a black ribbed shirt tight enough to show the hard, nubby nipples on his pecs.

“Hey Nate,” he said.  What was I supposed to do?  I said “hey” back.  “Long time no see,” he said, getting really close to me so our conversation wouldn’t carry into the store.  The place was bustling, as usual – the Sheetz on Market Street is sort of the hub of my small town.  “What have you been up to?”

Since…, I thought.  Since the night I’d trashed my relationship with my sister, probably for good, by sleeping with him.  “I’ve been alright,” I said.  “How about you?”

“Good,” he said, sliding his hands into the pockets of his track pants, inching the waist of them low enough so that his taut, white stomach showed.  “I thought maybe you’d went back to the city.”

“Nah,” I said.  “Still here.”  Of course I’d known that Joey was still around.  About a month ago my mom had mentioned, casually, that my sister was seeing “that construction worker again, that Joey.”  She was mercifully in the dark about me and my sister’s falling out, and I sure as shit didn’t see a reason to go into specifics.

“I got a job up at the hospital,” I said.  ”Just admissions, paperwork and stuff.  It’s good.”

“Cool.  So where do you live?”

“I was staying with my parents but I just got a place, right down the street from here, actually, in the old opera house building.”

“Cool,” Joey said.  He looked around then back at me.  “So, like, what are you doing later?”

It was the moment I’d both anticipated and feared.  Despite the guilt that had sometimes made me physically ill over the past four months, I still wanted him.  Dreamt about him.  Jacked off thinking about him.  And yeah, I’d even driven past his parents’ trailer more than a few times, just to make sure he was still around.

“Nothing,” I said.

“I’m supposed to go to this party, but if you –”

“Joey – you comin?” called a voice from across the store.  Joey looked back toward the door and I followed his gaze to Roger Eli, a guy who’d been a couple years ahead of me in school.  Joey turned back to me.

“I want to stop by later tonight,” he said.  “What apartment?”

I found myself saying “Four-oh-two.”  Joey nodded and turned and strode to the door where Roger waited, holding open the door.  They walked out together, and I put my pint of Ben & Jerry’s back in the freezer and headed home to wait.

***

What I came to realize in the next few weeks was that Joey was an insatiable sex hound who seemed attracted to me possibly for the sole reason that I was willing to get it on as often as he was.

He showed up at my door a little after midnight, that first night, looking drunk and half horny, half apprehensive.  But it was less than a minute before we were full-on making out.  He fucked me against the kitchen counter, pounding my ass with an intensity I’d forgotten from our last encounter.  We hardly talked, just boned away until we both blew, he in the condom up my ass and me all over the cookie sheet I’d used to make garlic bread earlier that evening.

And later, after I’d reheated the rest of that bread and we’d eaten it with some leftover pasta and a generous amount of cheap wine, he fucked me again – this time in the shower, and bareback, and we came together as he held me fully aloft, my legs wrapped around his waist and his arms under my thighs, hoisting me up as he plowed his dick into me.

And the next morning (I’d made him sleep on the couch) he woke me up by coming into my room with a big old boner in his boxer briefs, which he stuffed in my ass for the third time in six hours.

So I filed my guilt away to the back cabinets of my mind and got it on with him, the best lay of my life.  We fucked at least once a day.  I gave him a key to my place.  Sometimes I’d come home to find him naked in my bed, boner ready and waiting.  I’d hop on and ride him before I even ate dinner.

Then one Friday when he’d come over with a case of beer and the intention of fucking me all night, he told me “Your sister’s been wondering where I am all the time.”

We’d just had a shower and were sitting on the couch watching TV, passing a joint.

“What did you tell her?” I said.

“Well she knows my mom is sick.  I tell her I’m over there helping them out, but she must know something’s up cause my mom said she saw Trish’s car going past a couple times when I was over here.”

“Fuck,” I said, blowing out a hit. “You don’t think she suspects anything, do you?”

“No way,” Joey said.  He set the roach on the coffee table.  “She – she never talks about that night.  Even though I apologized for it and all.  She’s caught me cheating on her before with Jen Ericksen.  I think she thinks I’m with her.”

“Fuck,” I said again.

“I’m careful.  I always park in back when I come here.”

“I know.  Still.”  I was stoned and the full gravity of my situation was hitting me way too hard.  I must have been sitting there lost in my own thoughts for a good while, cause Joey finally called over to me.

“Hey,” he said.  I looked at him, laid back on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, his hard cock tenting up the crotch.  I reached over, and pulled down the waistband.  Joey’s breathing got faster.  So did mine.  I got between his legs so his cock was in front of my face.

“Does Trish suck your cock?” I said.

“Sometimes,” Joey said.

“Does she suck it as good as me?”

“No way,” Joey said.  I went down on him, a few passes, sucking just as well as I could – no teeth, deep throat, tongue sliding hard against the underside.

“Tell me more about what she’s like,” I said when I came up for air.  My cock was hard and I humped it against the couch cushion as Joey talked.

“I have to beg her for it.  She doesn’t swallow.  And she goes too fast, like she’s trying to get it over with.  Not like you.”

“Does she play with your ass?”

“No way,” Joey said.  “She would never go back there.  She won’t even let me do that stuff to her, she thinks it’s dirty.”

I rubbed my finger along the slot of Joey’s asshole.  He quivered, his nuts tightened up into his body.

“Do you eat her pussy?”

“Yeah,” Joey said breathlessly.  I had his slick cock in one hand and my other hand was under his nuts, my index finger pressed against his tight hole.

“Does she like it?”

“Yeah.  But she doesn’t get the way you do when I eat you out.”

“What about when you fuck her?”

“It’s not like it is with you.”

“How so?”

“She doesn’t give it back to me as good.  Sometimes she just kinda lays there.”  I pressed my finger tighter to his hole.  His cock was harder than hard.

I said the words I’d thought a million times before but hadn’t had the gall to say. “I want you to fuck me like you fuck my sister.”

“Yeah,” Joey said, rising from the couch to kiss me.  He threw me on my back, hard, then grabbed my ankles and yanked my legs up and over my head, spreading my ass wide.  He went down on me, voraciously eating me out, until I was wet enough and he could slide a finger inside.

“Am I tighter than her?”

“So much, man.  Her pussy doesn’t even compare to your ass, it’s so fucking tight.”  Joey fingered me slowly, steadily.  He bent down and took my cock in his mouth, making a couple of breathless passes before coming back up.

“Do you ever think of me when you’re fucking her?”

“Sometimes,” Joey said.  “Once I fucked you right after I fucked her.  You sucked my cock right after it’d been in her pussy.”

“Oh fuck,” I said, my dick pulsing and my ass clenching down on Joey’s insistent finger.

“You like that I fucked her right before I fucked you?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I drop more loads in you than I ever do in her,” Joey said.  “Cause I know I can do anything with you, cause you’re as dirty as I am.”

Joey took out his finger.  He positioned himself, his cock to my hole, and slowly he slid it home.  We fucked so slow, cause we were both so close.  He fucked me slow and deep and we kept a steady stream of filthy talk between us, all of it about my sister.

Later, I had him on his stomach, on the bed, and I was eating him out – his favorite post-sex, pre-second-round activity.  Sometimes I’d eat him out for an hour, just burying my tongue in his hairy butt while he ground his cock against the bed.

“You like my tongue in your ass?” I said.

“Yeah,” Joey said.

“You want more?”

“I dunno…”  To that point I’d never done anything with his ass other than finger it while I sucked and rimmed him.  But that night he was ready for the whole nine yards.

I grabbed his hips and pulled his hips back so that he was on his knees, his ass raised up.  I knelt behind him and put my cock against his crack, pressing against it.  Joey moaned.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.  “Fuck me.”  I lubed up.  I took my time.  I loved that, even after all we’d done together, even after all he’d done with other girls his whole life, I was taking his virginity.  When I was in the whole way I gave him time to adjust.  I reached underneath him – his cock was rock hard.

“You like it?”

“I do,” Joey said.  “I like you in my ass.”  I slowly slid out, then back in.  Joey groaned.  “Fuck me,” he said, so I grabbed hold of his hips and had my way.

“You can’t get this from Trish,” I said.

“Fuck no,” Joey said.  A few more pumps inside him and I had him screaming “Fuck me!” at the top of his lungs, which I did, until I blew what felt like the biggest load of my life, up inside the ass of my sister’s boyfriend.

***

They continued, our epic all-night suck-and-fuck fests, for another week.  And then it happened.  I ran into my sister at the supermarket.  And Joey was with her, manning the shopping cart.  I tried to turn around but it was too late.  I pushed my cart down the aisle, hoping I could pass them by with a minimum of drama.

She saw me then.  She was shocked.

“Hi,” I said.

“How dare you even talk to me,” she said, “after what you did.” 

She continued in that vein, admonishing me, her younger brother, in a way that, despite its intensity, was familiar.  This time I was a seducer, the violator of her innocent boyfriend.  I stood there, half-listening, suddenly seeing it for the self-protecting fiction that it was.

Because there was Joey, beside her.  He was stooped low, hanging on to the cart for dear life.  Yeah, I’d fucked up.  I was quite probably deranged, and a pervert.  But if I was ever going to figure anything out it wasn’t going to be there, in the cleaning products aisle.

So I walked away, her sneering judgments fading until I was around the corner and out of site.  I’d abandoned my cart, left it sitting right next to them, and I wondered if Joey would do something with it or just leave it where it was.

Just after the final bell rang and we’d all scuttled into our seats Mr. Christianson shut and locked the classroom door.  That was strange.

Stranger still was that the girls in Mr. Christianson’s eighth-period science class had been asked to report to Miss Latham’s room down the hall, while we boys were in our usual classroom.

Mr. Christianson faced us.  “So,” he said, rubbing his hands together.  “Are we ready to get started?”

“What are we doing today?” asked Jimmy Cowalski.

“Yeah, why aren’t the girls here?” said Dan DeMarco.

“And why’d you lock the door?” said Anthony Mackelis.

“Okay, okay,” Mr. Christianson said, holding out his hands to silence us.  He began lowering the window blinds.  “Today we’re going to continue the lesson we’ve been studying for the last three months:  biology.”  Dan DeMarco and a couple others groaned.

“Now, now,” Mr. Christianson said.  “Over the course of the year we’ve discovered a lot about the inner workings of the body – the digestive, circulatory, and nervous systems.

“But equally important to understand is the outer realm of the body.  The skin is, after all, the body’s largest organ.”  Dan DeMarco snickered at the word “organ.”

“Now all of you are young and your bodies are still developing,” Mr. C continued.  He faced us, resting his butt against his desk.  “My hope today is that, by examining the body of a man who’s already gone through these changes, you’ll be able to better understand how a fully-adult male’s body looks and functions.”

I shifted in my seat, unsure of where this was going.

“I’ve locked the door because this is a private lesson, and I want all of you to feel absolutely comfortable.  This is our time – a safe space for us to explore and question and study.   Feel free to ask or try anything that interests you, no matter how ‘out there’ it seems.

“With that in mind, I don’t want anybody to judge anyone else.  Everybody’s questions here are valid – we won’t make fun of anybody for thinking a little differently or saying or showing things we aren’t accustomed to.  Is that understood?”

“Yes,” everyone said.  I think they were just as perplexed as I was.

“Good,” Mr. Christianson said.  “I want you to gather around me in front of the class – that’s right, Dan, even you in the back.  Sit on the floor, on top of a desk, wherever.”

When everyone had found a place, Mr. Christianson kicked off his shoes, then took off his socks.  “Now I’m going to get nude.  Nobody should be alarmed.  The naked body is natural, it is how we were all born,” he said as he removed his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.  Everyone got quiet.  Mr. Christianson folded each piece of clothing as he took it off.  When he undid his belt and started undoing his pants, you could have heard a pin drop.  Mr. C wore little red briefs.  He took those off, too, and his long, floppy, blond-haired dong swung into view.

He stood back, allowing us to take in every inch of him.

“Now I don’t want to sound full of myself, but I’ve been told that I have something of an ideal male form.  I exercise regularly, which accounts for my lack of body fat, and the definition in my muscles.”

He really did have a nice body – solid and muscular without seeming over-worked, with a light smattering of blondish hair that fanned across his bulging pectorals, flowed down his flat, toned stomach, and ended in a thick thatch of pubes.

“You’ll notice all of the hair on my body – torso, arms, genitals, legs,” he said as he walked among us so we could get a closer look.  “If anyone would like to feel it, please do.  Anthony?”  Anthony Mackelis reached out and felt Mr. C’s chest.  He ran his hand down Mr. C’s stomach but stopped short of his crotch.  Mr. C came over to me.  “Nate?”  I touched his warm, broad chest and ran my hand down his stomach but, like Anthony, I stopped short of touching anything else.  Mr. Christianson moved on.

“Body hair is a secondary sex characteristic, and is something some of you might have already – Kuzac, you perhaps?”

“Huh?” Mike Kuzac said, looking up from staring at Mr. C’s cock.  Kuzac was something of a jock and was not adept when it came to academics.

“Do you have much body hair?”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Kuzac said.

“Would you mind showing the class?”

“I guess not…”

“Then come up here, please.”

Kuzac ambled to the front of the class and stood next to Mr. Christianson, who instructed him to take off his shirt.

“I’m sure I don’t have to point out the differences to you,” Mr. Christianson said, indicating to Kuzac’s wide chest and the dark swaths of hair that covered it.  “This is thicker, darker body hair, much more copious than mine…” he added as he ran a hand through it; “…including great volume of it across the stomach and abdomen.”  He hooked his finger into the waistband of Kuzac’s shorts.  “May I?” he asked.  Kuzac looked confused, but nodded.  Mr. Christianson yanked down the waistband of Kuzac’s shorts to reveal his dense crop of pubes.  “And it continues all the way down to the genitals.”  We all craned our necks to get a better look.

“Notice that Kuzac’s nipples have become erect.  This can be due to different factors – temperature of the room, a breeze, or even human touch,” he said, flicking his finger over Kuzac’s erect tit.  “Kuzac, if you do the same to my nipple, you’ll notice the same effect.”  Kuzac did so, and Mr. Christianson’s pink nipple puffed up.

“Thank you Kuzac,” Mr. Christianson said, and Kuzac went back to his seat, still shirtless.

“Now we’ll spend some time on the genitals – something I’m sure you’re all familiar with,” he said, smirking.  Everyone chuckled.

“The adult penis varies in size and shape.  There is no right or wrong size- all function in much the same way.  You’ll notice that my penis hangs fairly low, the head going past the testicles.  I am circumcised, probably as many of you are.”  He took his cock in his hand and gently stroked it.

“Notice that as I become aroused, the blood vessels in my penis fill, making the penis fatten and considerably increasing its size.

“Don’t be put off by what is, admittedly, an exceptional endowment.  Not many men can claim a penis of comparable length and girth, not even many of your fathers.  But the size will give you a good opportunity to take a comprehensive look at the erection and what it is made up of.”  Mr. Christianson approached my side of the group.  He held his hard-on in his hand and presented it for our perusal.

“Note the thick, tubular veins that run along the organ,” he said, tracing them with his finger.  “Note as well the smaller, spider-like veins – you may need to lean closer to see.”  We bent forward.  Chucky Sorensen reached his finger out to touch one of the veins, and when he did Mr. C’s cock jumped upward and almost hit his face.

“Sorry about that.  Don’t be afraid to touch it and explore.”  We each did in turn, hefting it in our hands and feeling its length.  I was sort of amazed by the feel of it, so hot and heavy.

“As we’ve studied, the testicles are where our actual sperm cells are stored,” Mr. Christianson said as he approached the other side of the class.  “I’ve refrained from ejaculating for a week so that you’d get a better look at the testicles when they are heavy and full.”  Several of the boys – including Dan DeMarco – hefted Mr. C’s nuts in their hand.  Mr. Christianson’s dick was still hard.  It hung heavily out from his body and had a pearl of precum at the tip.  When Kuzac went to hold Mr. C’s nuts, the tip of the teacher’s cock made contact with his arm.  When Kuzac pulled his arm away the precum stringed out into the air between Kuzac’s arm and Mr. C’s cock.

“Sorry about that,” Mr. Christianson said.  He used his finger to break the string, then he casually popped his finger into his mouth.

“Weird,” Dan remarked.  “You can eat that stuff?”

“It’s a matter of preference, really, but yes, anybody can.”  Everybody looked to Kuzac, who was holding out his precum-spotted arm.  Kuzac shrugged, brought his arm to his mouth, and licked off Mr. C’s precum.

“Seems okay,” Kuzac said.  Anthony reached out for the precum that remained on Mr. C’s dick head and licked it off of his finger.

“Cool,” he said.  Then everyone wanted to try.  Mr. Christianson seemed amused but he complied, parading his dick around the room, squeezing upward from the base to produce more juice so that each boy could get a taste.

“Don’t worry,” he said once he ran out.  “There’ll be lots more.”

He went to the front of the class again.  “Now I want to ask for a volunteer.”  I was feeling brave, and curious about what was coming next, so I raised my hand.

“Nate, fantastic.  One more.”  To everyone’s shock, Dan DeMarco raised his.  Dan never volunteered for anything.  “Nate & Dan then – perfect.  Come on up, boys.”  We approached the front of the class and stood next to each other.

“I was hoping we could get you boys to demonstrate for the class your own sexual development.  Can I have you remove your shirts and pants?”

I looked to Dan, but he’d already started undressing.  It felt weird to strip with everyone watching, but having Mr. Christianson totally nude and hard next to me made it seem more normal.

Dan took his underwear down then off so I did the same, and we stood there naked.  Mr. Christianson walked around us, looking us up and down.

“We really couldn’t have had two better volunteers to compare and contrast.  Note first how Dan’s muscles are developed and shaped…” he said, running his fingers along Dan’s bicep, “…his chest already exhibiting hair growth.  While Nate’s body still retains its boyish appearance with lithe musculature and smooth skin.”  Mr. C ran his rough fingers down my abdomen.  I couldn’t help it – my cock started to rise.  Mr. Christianson took note and said, “Dan, if you also wouldn’t mind achieving an erection?”  But Dan’s cock was already stiffening, and soon both of our cocks were at full attention.

“Note the contrast in their genitalia – Nate’s is obviously quite thick and long, with plenty of loose skin and a bulbous head.  Dan’s is shorter in stature and skinnier.  Note how Dan’s erection is rigid and upright, while Nate’s still hangs at an angle.”  As he explained this his hands were all over us, holding our cocks, reaching under our balls, caressing our stomachs.  I was kind of wishing he’d never stop, but he eventually thanked us for volunteering and sent us back to our seats.

Dan didn’t put his clothes back on so neither did I.  I noticed his cock wasn’t going down, either.

“Okay, class, let’s examine the lower half of the male body,” Mr. C said, gesturing toward his pelvis and legs.  “Notice the definition in the various muscles – thighs, quads…”  He turned around.  “Glutes, ham strings, calves,” he continued.  “Note the classic ‘v-shape’ of the back, tapering at the waist; as well as the rounded, muscled appearance of the buttocks.

“I don’t imagine any of you boys have given much thought to your rectums, except for being the place where we evacuate our bowels.  But as you grow into your sexual development you’ll find the anus can be a powerful source of sexual stimulation.  And it’s worth examining anyway just to understand how they work.  So…”

Mr. Christianson climbed atop his desk and got on all fours with his backside to us.  “Please, get closer, gather around,” he said.  He had a well-developed butt for sure – smooth, rounded, muscular.  He lowered his chest to the desk and spread his ass as wide as possible.  His asshole was pink and fresh-looking and he had a brush of light blondish hair running down his crack.  “I showered just before class, so I should be clean as a whistle.”  Once we were all near to his butt – Dan DeMarco, who’d been the last person anyone would call a brown-noser, practically had his face in Mr. C’s crack – Mr. C continued his lesson.

“Obviously the pink, slick area is the anus.  The ring of muscle there is known as the sphincter.  Notice how it changes when I tense…”  His butthole squinched up.  “…And relax.”  It went slack.  “The sphincter is quite a bit tighter than most give it credit for.

“Dan, would you grab that tube on the desk next to my bag?  I want you to apply that to your finger, and then to my anus.”  Dan grabbed it, and smeared the gooey stuff all around Mr. C’s hole.  “Now push the tip of your finger right to the entrance – ah – that’s it.  Are you getting a feel for how tight it is?”

“Yes,” Dan said.

“Push a little harder,” Mr. C said, and the tip of Dan’s finger slipped inside of him.  “Awww…that’s perfect.  Now feel the difference between when I bear down…”  He paused.  “…and when I relax.  Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, it’s really tight,” Dan said.

“Let the other boys try,” Mr. Christianson said.  We each did, one at a time.  I noticed that the more who tried, the deeper the fingers were disappearing into Mr. Christianson’s hole.  When Kuzac stuck in his fat finger, Mr. Christianson’s cock – which was half-hard and hanging between his legs – oozed out a string of precum that pooled on to his desk.

Now Dan and I weren’t the only ones aroused – most of our classmates were pitching tents.

“It is really tight,” Jimmy remarked on his turn.

“Yes, but you’d be surprised at what the sphincter can accommodate.  Obviously, just as it can stretch to allow the exit of feces, it can allow the entrance of objects just as large or larger.”

“Like how large?” asked Dan.

“Well, many homosexuals choose to have intercourse via the anus.  So yes, the anus is pliable enough to accommodate an erection.”

“No way!” Dan challenged.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Mr. C said.  I thought I’d seen everything up to this point, but I was wrong.  As Mr. Christianson gave him instructions, Dan lubed up his cock and climbed on to the desk behind our teacher, lining up his cock with Mr. C’s butthole.

“Go slowly,” Mr. C instructed, and we all watched, amazed, as Dan sank his cock into our science teacher’s hole, the inches disappearing until the lower half of Dan’s body was mashed right against Mr. C’s.  Mr. Christianson groaned.  His dick let out another small stream of juice.

“Does that actually feel good?” I asked.

“Indeed it does,” Mr. C said breathlessly.  “Some pain is normal, too, but the rectum is full of nerve endings – there’s lots of feeling.  I’ll bet it feels pretty good for you, too, huh Dan?”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Christianson.”

“Feel free to give it a few pumps.”

“If I do that I’ll cum…”

“Then by all means.  But if you wouldn’t mind, please pull out when you’re ready to ejaculate and do it on my back, so the rest of the class can observe.”

But Dan, who’d already started pumping Mr. Christianson’s butt, had passed the point of no return.

“I’m c-c-cumming,” Dan stammered.  His eyes rolled back in his head and his face twisted up.  Dan grunted, breathing hard.

“That’s it, that’s fine,” Mr. C said as Dan lost it.  “Did that feel good?”

“Yeah,” Dan said.  Mr. C instructed him to pull out.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t do what you asked.”

“It’s okay, Dan,” Mr. C said with some disappointment.  “We’ll just have to have somebody else try.  Would anyone like to volunteer?”

Everyone’s hands went up.  Mr. C, dedicated educator that he was, let everyone have a turn.  I went close to last.  Even after all the dicks that Mr. C took into his ass, it still took him some time to relax his ass to accommodate my dick.

“See class, this is really putting it to the test,” he said after he’d instructed me to inch my way inside, slowly, a bit at a time.  Once I was balls-deep he groaned, a little louder than he had with anyone else, which sort of made me feel special.  I tried to put on a good show, too, working my hips slow and steady and giving Mr. C lots of time to feel it stretching him.  When I was ready to cum I pulled out as instructed.  I shot a ton – all over Mr. Christianson’s back, shoulders, neck, and even the back of his head.  He was covered with all of our loads.

Mr. C seemed beside himself as I pulled out.  He stood up and the two boys who hadn’t had a turn to fuck him voiced their disappointment.

“Now, now, we only have limited time,” Mr. C said.  “You all did great.  Now would anyone be willing to help me achieve orgasm?”  He had us all kneel in front of him.  We took turns stroking his big, dripping dick.  Some of the boys got into eating his precum again and were licking it right off of his cock, which he seemed to like.

“That’s it, that’s it…I can feel my orgasm beginning to approach.  Notice my testicles pulling up tight against my body…that’s good Dan, stroke right below the head – here it comes, I’m going to lose it – Ah!  Fuck!”

His dick swelled up until it looked like a mini torpedo and then he let loose with a shower of cum.  I mean it went everywhere, in our hair and on our faces and all over our clothes.

Luckily we had an emergency shower in the back off the classroom with a drain under it.  It was supposed to be used for chemical accidents, but Mr. C said we could use it to clean up.  We all took turns going under the stream.

Meanwhile, Mr. C took a sample of his sperm off of Dan’s neck and applied it to a glass slide.  He put it under the microscope and we each got to see what sperm cells looked like.

I watched them wriggling around like little tadpoles, and I felt awe for the miracles and mysteries of life.

It started out with me telling Seth how much I hated lube.  I do hate lube – the smell, the feel, all tacky like half-dried glue.

“But I guess it’s a necessary evil,” I concluded.  “For butt sex anyway.”

“I don’t know,” Seth said.  “I’ve gone without it.”

“With who?”

“With McConnell.”  That was the first shock of the night, because McConnell – at least as far as I’d known – was straight.

“Wait – who got fucked?” I asked.

“I did,” Seth said, and that was the second shock.  Now I’d known that Seth was bi like me.  I knew he liked to fuck ass, too (hell, we’d fucked some of our gay friends’ asses as a team).  But I had no idea that Seth had let anyone – let alone our strapping straight friend McConnell – slide a cock up his tight frat boy butt.

It was a bit much to process at the club on a Saturday night, our girlfriends dancing twenty feet away.

“So wait – okay…and you and McConnell didn’t use any lube?”

“Nope.  Well, not the stuff that comes out of a bottle anyway.  He ate out my ass for over an hour.”  The bartender overheard that and gave me a confused look.

“So you just used spit?  I don’t believe you.”

“Where there’s a will…,” Seth said.

“I had no idea you took it up the butt,” I said.

“Oh, c’mon.  It’s not like I’ve done it all that much.”

“So you’ve taken it more than once?”

“Yeah…”

“From who else?” I asked.  Seth clenched his teeth.

“Dougey,” he said.

“My brother?” I said, just before I toppled my beer and our girlfriends returned and the night blurred away.

***

The next thing I knew I was waking up in my apartment.  My girl had already left for work.  I stumbled into the living room and found Seth crashed on the couch in his Calvins.  When he woke up I tossed him a beer.

“So McConnell’s fucked you, my goddamn brother’s fucked you…”

“What’s your point?” he said.

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?”

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?” Seth countered.  We gulped our beers in silence.

“Remember Marcus?” I said.  “He used to take it from both of us, all night long.”

“Mmm hmm,” Seth said.

“He kept his ass shaved; totally smooth – said it felt better that way.”

“I have to agree,” Seth said.  “I shave mine.”  He set down his beer, and as I watched he lifted his legs and slid off his briefs.  I caught a glimpse of his half-hard dick,then he hooked his knees in his elbows and spread his ass.  “I haven’t shaved in over a week, though.  See?  It’s growing back in.”  He rubbed the bristle around his little pink hole.

My dick was completely hard by the time he lowered his legs and pulled up his undies.  “Your ass isn’t real hairy from what I remember…” he said.

“No,” I said, tweaking my boner through my pajama pants.

“Lemme see,” Seth said.  I grabbed the waistband of my pants and stripped them off, bringing my knees to my chest.  I spread my ass so he could see.  I always thought I had a pretty sweet ass – dudes love to eat it out – so I wasn’t shy about showing it off.

Seth came over to me.  “It’s a little hairier than I remember,” he said, and ran his fingers along my crack and around the rim of my hole.  “You’ve never, ever shaved?”

“No,” I said, out of breath because the feeling of Seth fiddling with my butt was kind of driving me nuts.  My cock started leaking juice against my abs.

Seth tapped his finger against my asshole.  I involuntarily clenched down but Seth kept his finger there, massaging until I relaxed.  “Careful, that’s a tight, virgin ass,” I said, which was actually a lie, but that’s a story for another time.

Still keeping his fingertip against my hole, Seth got down on his knees in front of me.

“Let’s see how tight you are,” he said, and wet his finger in his mouth.  He brought it to my butthole again, and this time pressed it in.  As soon as the tip sunk inside I clenched up tight.

Seth seemed impressed.  He sunk a little more inside, and I whimpered a little.  Having a finger up my butt was a pleasure I’d denied myself for too long. “That’s pretty fucking tight,” he said.

“Tighter than you,” I said.  Seth gave me a look.

“Is that right?” he said, and aggressively shoved it in up to the second knuckle.  I groaned.  Seth massaged that insanely horny spot deep inside of me, and I felt like I was going to cum spontaneously.  He pumped his finger deep a couple more times before unceremoniously yanking it out.

“So you think just cause I got fucked a few times I’m loose as a goose, is that it?” he said, slipping off his briefs.  His dick was just as leaky as mine.  He sat back on the couch.  “C’mere and test me out,” he said, lifting his legs to expose his ass again.  “Do it.”

I kicked my pajama pants off of my feet and went over to him.  His ass was spread wide, pale pink and unblemished.  I could see why McConnell would have wanted to tongue his butt for an hour.

“Did my brother eat you out too?” I asked as I knelt in front of him.

“Yeah.”  I put my hands on Seth’s round, smooth cheeks, letting the tips of my fingers graze his crack.

“When did you guys hook up?  When we went camping?”

“Yeah,” Seth said.  “That day we went on a hike and you guys stayed at the cabin.  We went skinny-dipping in the lake and Dougey was complaining that he hadn’t had his nuts milked in a month.”

“So you offered to bend over and help him out,” I said, touching a finger to his hot hole.

“I told him he could pump it into me if he lubed me up first with his tongue.  Guess he was horny enough to give it a try.”

“So you’re gonna tell me you didn’t use lube that time, either?”

“Nope.  We didn’t have any.”

“I always knew my brother was a freak.”

“Not much less freaky than you.  Anyway, quit changing the subject and test me out.”

“Hold on,” I said, getting my face close up to his butt.  He smelled clean and musky.  Seth laughed.

“Oh I know what you wanna do.  Go ahead, man.  No one’s gonna know but us.”

I reached out my tongue to get a taste.  One was all it took.  Pretty soon I had my tongue buried in Seth’s butt as far as it would go.  I’d never put a tongue in any of my girlfriend’s asses, but I liked this.  It was sort of like eating pussy except more illicit and low-down.  Seth was loving it too, putting his hand on the back of my head and wriggling around, moaning.

I backed off and pushed my finger into his now well-lubed hole.  Seth grunted and clenched down.  It felt tight enough to me.

“Told you,” Seth said.  I worked in my finger to the next knuckle.  “Oh fuck that feels good,” he said, and I shoved it in the whole way.  I pumped in and out, watching his asshole stretch around my finger.  Then I slid it out.

“Yeah, you’re still tight but that doesn’t prove anything,” I said and stood up.  Seth lowered his legs.

“Well, how about this:  My cock is bigger than yours, right?” he said, nodding his head at my bobbing boner.

“Yeah,” I said.  I don’t hold any illusions – Seth’s cock hangs past his balls and is thick as a beer can.

“So if my ass is as tight as yours, which it is, it should hurt just as much to take your smaller cock in my ass as it would for you to take my bigger cock in your ass.”

“Huh?” I said.

“I’ll go first – I’ll slide my dick into you, then you slide your dick into me, and we’ll compare the pain.”

“How?”

“Facial expressions or whatever.  C’mon – it’s obvious when somebody is in pain.”

“I guess…” I said, totally confused, but willing to play along because I was so damn horny.

“You first then,” Seth said.  He had me get up on the couch and spread my ass like before.  He knelt down in front of me and started eating me out.  It felt so good I couldn’t stand it.  Seth ground his tongue into my hole like he was working out a knot.  Then he stood up and waved his dick toward my face.  “Get me good and wet,” he said.

The only time I’d ever sucked Seth off before this was when I’d lost a poker game sophomore year.  I found I kinda liked working his big dick.  I relaxed my throat and let him shove it deep, his balls slapping my chin.  When it was good and sloppy he took it out.

He grabbed hold of my ankles and propped my feet on his shoulders.  “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I said.  Seth pressed his cock to my hole.  At first it felt like there was no way it would get in there, but I managed to relax and Seth popped the head inside.  I gasped from the sharp, burning pain.

“You alright?” Seth said.  I nodded and tried to breath.  When I’d relaxed a bit Seth pushed in some more.  After a certain point the pain faded.  In fact it began to feel really fucking good.  He shoved it deep and my cock juiced again.  “Oh man, you’re leaking precum like crazy,” Seth said.  He swabbed some off my abs and tasted it.

I clenched my ass down around Seth’s hog just to show him what I was capable of.  Seth didn’t miss a beat.

“I’m not saying this isn’t a tight piece,” he said, slowly pumping his cock in and out.  “But just because you haven’t been fucked as much as me doesn’t mean my ass is played out.”  Seth ran his hands all over my body as he worked his fat cock inside me.  I leaned forward to watch his thick meat slicing into my stretched hole – it almost didn’t seem possible. Seth ran his hands up his own smooth chest, pinching his nips and looking blissful. He was getting pretty worked up when he abruptly stopped and slid out.

“Your turn,” he said.  I was a little disappointed, actually, cause I’d been enjoying it.  But then Seth flopped onto the couch on his stomach and raised his ass in the air, and the notion that I was going to get to fuck that sweet butt got me going all over again.

I ate him out some more then Seth spun around to get my cock nice and wet.  I couldn’t resist reaching over his back to finger his hole a little.  Seth moaned around my cock.  I got behind him again, and holding tight to his bum, I slowly pushed my cock against his hole.

Seth moaned when the head went inside.

“That didn’t sound painful,” I said.

“It does hurt, believe me.  But it’s a good hurt.  Just give me a sec.”  I couldn’t see Seth’s face so he could’ve been bluffing, but the fact that Seth’s asshole felt snug around my cockhead could not be denied.  I got more of my cock inside, then he was taking the whole thing like a champ.  Broken in by my big-dicked brother or not, Seth’s hole gripped my cock like a vice.  But I wasn’t quite ready to concede.

I gave his ass a nice slap.  I watched the way Seth’s sweet cheeks hugged the sides of my hog.  The small of his back was arched upward; his butt cheeks bounced in waves with each thrust.  I tried to slow down but I just couldn’t get enough.

“I’m gonna cum in you, dude,” I said.

“Hey, no fair,” Seth said breathlessly.  “I didn’t get to cum in you.”

“I’m sorry man, I gotta cream in you.  It’s too late…”

“You fucker…just do it.  Fuck my ass.  Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too.”

“Fuck yeah, man.  Shoot that load.  Gonna cream you…Ah!  Fuck!”  I held on tight to his hips and slammed my cock inside of him.  I dug it in deep, holding still while the first shot of load spilt out of my balls.  It felt like a gallon of cum was being released, shooting deep into my best buddy’s ass.  Seth was jacking himself off and from the way his asshole was clenching around my cock I could tell he was cumming too.

“Holy shit,” he kept saying as we lost it together.  I collapsed on top of him.

“Well, I guess that settles it,” Seth said between breaths.

“Settles what?”

“My ass is so tight you could barely hold your load back, for one thing.  And we didn’t use any lube.  So I win.  Twice.”

“Whatever, dude,” I said, rolling off of him.  “That test couldn’t have been more unscientific.”

“We could bring in someone else for an unbiased opinion,” Seth suggested.

“Like McConnell?” I said.

“Or your brother,” Seth said, just before I clobbered him with a sofa cushion.