The body hair problem.  Almost every guy has it.  You spend hours grooming the hair on your chest, back, and intimate areas; and a few days later you do it all over again. Your skin suffers from using uncomfortable and difficult-to-maneuver shavers, implements that may as well date back to the Stone Age.

What does a guy have to do to get that sexy, streamlined look that will make him an object of desire for the ladies and the envy of his frat brothers?  Read on to find out…

***

Kevin and Dino had spent years dealing with unsightly body hair.  So when Kevin said he’d found a new way to shave, Dino was understandably intrigued.

“It’s a Norancorp® Bodyperfect Groomer,” Kevin explained, holding the box out for Dino to see.  “It’s not like an ordinary electric razor.  It’s designed to shave all of those hard-to-reach places on a guy’s body, the ones that demand grooming the most.”

“You mean no more messy shaving cream, no more rashes or bleeding from nicks and cuts?”

“Yep.  And no more twisting yourself into a pretzel to reach those parts where ordinary shavers aren’t meant to go.”

“Hmmm…,” Dino said skeptically.  “I’ll believe it when I try it.”

“How about now?” Kevin suggested.  “Feel like taking it for a test drive?”

“Sure, why not?”

Wanting to give their full attention to this exciting new product, Kevin and Dino headed to the third-floor bathroom of their frat house, knowing that was where they were least likely to be disturbed.  They locked the door behind them.

“It says here that the Bodyperfect uses a brand-new ‘SafeComfort’ technology that lets the razor head pivot and curve, making it easy to shave just about anywhere,” Kevin said.

Dino admitted that he was most interested in removing the hair that grew on his muscular, linebacker’s shoulders.

Kevin’s lithe swimmer’s body wasn’t as afflicted by hair as Dino’s, but he still required weekly grooming, especially on Saturday nights when he expected to get some “play.”  He told Dino that he was intrigued by the Bodyperfect’s ability to tackle the intimate portions of his anatomy, in particular maintaining the extra optical inch on his cock that weekly grooming provided.

The talk of grooming hair “down there” made them slightly uncomfortable.  They laughed nervously and punched each other’s shoulders.

“To tell you the truth,” Dino confided, “I was also kinda hoping the Bodyperfect could shave my balls.  I always have a hard time with that.”

“It’s designed for that,” Kevin assured him.  “It says here that the Bodyperfect shaves even closer than a razor, while still protecting sensitive skin.”

“Wow!  Let’s give it a try!”

The guys stripped nude in the close quarters of the bathroom.  Dino glanced at the smattering of blond hair on Kevin’s muscular legs and the thatch of pubes around his jumbo-sized dick.  Kevin’s cock was so big, Dino thought, that he probably didn’t need grooming at all.

But Kevin knew that the secret to his sex appeal was a closely shorn and impeccably groomed body.

And though Dino’s beefy body was undeniably sexy, Kevin could see that he was going to need some work.  His meaty pecs, fat nipples, and tight-as-a-drum stomach were covered in a forest of unsightly body hair.

“Shave my chest?!” Dino exclaimed, balking at Kevin’s suggestion.

“C’mon, dude, you can’t expect to have all that hair and still get the chicks.  It’s like, unnatural.”  Dino had to concur.

Clutching the Bodyperfect, Kevin began shaving Dino’s chest.  The hair fell away like magic.  The shaver glided over his slab-like muscles, easily shearing his nubby nipples, making the hair on his stomach disappear.

Kevin did a pass over Dino’s back and they stepped in front of the mirror to admire the Bodyperfect’s work.

“I look like a new man!” Dino said, feeling his hot body.

“Dude, the chicks won’t be able to keep their hands off of you,” Kevin said, running his palms over Dino’s chest and stomach.

Kevin looked down at the Dino’s stout hose, thick like a travel tube of toothpaste, which sat on top of his beefy balls.  All of his junk was nestled in a thicket of thick black hair.

“Think the Bodyperfect can handle it?” Dino asked.

“I’m sure it can!”  Kevin replied.

Kevin got down on his knees in front of Dino’s crotch.  Taking a deep breath, he set the Bodyperfect to work on Dino’s pubic thatch.  The hair fell away in great patches, leaving only natural, milky-white skin behind.  Kevin held Dino’s cock in his hand and lifted the heavy, slightly engorged organ to groom the underside.  Soon, Dino’s cock was looking larger and more glorious than it ever had.  It stood out more from his body, and seemed to gain in girth and mass.

It would certainly make a nice bulge in his Abercrombie cargos, thought Kevin.

“Ready to do my balls?” Dino asked.  Kevin nodded, and began shaving Dino’s swollen, meaty nuts.  The blade contoured perfectly around each egg-shaped orb, making them as smooth and polished as a stone.  Kevin even lifted his friend’s nuts to get at the trouble spot underneath.  In a matter of seconds, Dino had a smooth, supple taint.

Dino was clearly turned on by the sight of himself, as his newly shorn pole rose proudly from his hairless crotch.

“Awesome!” Kevin said, looking at his friend’s boner.  “You gotta do me now, dude!”  Kevin was so excited, he practically forced Dino to his knees, placing his hands on Dino’s shoulders and shoving his crotch in his face.

Kevin’s cock had also become engorged, and Dino took care to let the Bodyperfect glide along the swollen shaft of his friend’s pole, removing those tickly little hairs that ran along the base of his cock.  He did Kevin’s balls and taint, too, and by the time he was done, Kevin was just as smooth and hard as Dino.

They stood side by side in front of the mirror, admiring their newly-beautiful bodies.

“There’s only one more thing that we need,” Kevin said, and he reached back into the Bodyperfect’s box.  He pulled out the bottle of patented SoftOil that comes free with each Norancorp® Bodyperfect starter kit.

“It says it’s specially formulated to work with the Bodyperfect, soothing and moisturizing your skin, turning your body into a ‘work of art,’” Kevin said.

“Sounds good,” Dino said, taking the bottle from Kevin.  He squirted some in his hand and started oiling his friend’s smooth frame.  Dino’s hands glided over Kevin’s hairless body, eventually traveling to his domed pubic mound and along Kevin’s rock-hard shaft.

“It’s so smooth, man,” Dino said, stroking Kevin’s dick.  “Do me.”

Kevin’s fingers slid slickly over Dino’s huge beefy chest, catching on his fat nipples, which puckered and hardened at the touch.  He took Dino’s thick cock in one hand and his hairless balls in the other, marveling at their smooth and sexy feel.

“It just feels too amazing,” Kevin rationalized, working Dino’s meat in his fist.  “Your cock feels incredible – like a polished wooden banister.”

“I know dude, I’m feeling the same thing,” Dino said.

The two buddies shuffled closer together as they jacked each other off, occasionally running their hands along each other’s chest and stomach.  They were so involved in the new sensations they were getting from their closely-shorn flesh that they hardly realized they were approaching orgasm.  As their bodies got closer and their strokes got more insistent, Dino looked up at Kevin.  The feeling was just too intense.  Their faces met, their lips collided, and soon they were making out like a couple of drunken sorority sisters. Within seconds they were losing control.

Kevin erupted first, sending slashing jets of hot white cum across Dino’s belly, the white syrup dripping down off of his nut sack.  Kevin shoved his tongue between Dino’s lips, scooping up his load and using it to lubricate Dino’s cock.  He stroked steadily until Dino exploded, blowing ropes of soupy semen all over Kevin’s tight and tanned stomach.

Dino and Kevin rubbed the sweet nectar into each other’s supple skin, giving their bodies that extra, sexy sheen that just can’t be sold in stores – it has to be experienced for one’s self.

***

Neither Dino nor Kevin were aware that their housemate, Tank, was lurking just outside the bathroom door.

He’d been listening, and he burst inside just as Kevin was shaking the last drops of cum from Dino’s dick.

“What the fuck are you queers doin in here?” bellowed Tank.

“W-we’re body grooming,” Dino said shakily.  Tank looked down at them with a sneer.  “Here, see for yourself,” Dino said, and handed Tank the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.  Tank turned in around in his paw, gazing at it as though it was from another planet.

“It’s a shaver.  So what?”

“It’s practically revolutionary,” Kevin said haughtily; and he showed Tank the work it had done on Dino’s back, chest, cock, and balls.

“No shit,” said Tank, reaching out to fondle Dino’s body for himself, running his huge hand down his stomach and cupping his balls, letting his sausage fingers glide underneath them to Dino’s glossy taint.

“Yeah, it seems pretty good…” Tank said, slipping off his shirt and shorts.  “…but can it do the same thing to a body like mine?”

Tank stood, hands on his hips, massive chest and crotch puffed out to showcase his brutally muscular body.  Tank was well-known as the biggest and hairiest beast of Delta Tau.  Not only did a thick carpet of hair coat his chest, shoulders, and stomach; but he had even more fur around his horse cock and bull’s balls.

Kevin took in the sight and smell of him, knowing that he was going to be a challenge.

“Whaddya think?” he said to Dino.  Dino winked.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

They set to work on Tank’s hulking body.  The Bodyperfect tore through thick patches of back and chest hair.  It clear-cut through forests of stomach and pubic bush, making short work of Tank’s rank and swarthy underarms.  They even removed the patches of hair from the backs of his fingers.

The moist head of Tank’s cock was peaking out of his foreskin by the time Dino had shaved the sides of his shaft.  Tank grunted as Dino gave his prick a finishing stroke, his hand sliding easily down to Tank’s bare pubis.

By the time they’d finished, the front of Tank had been transformed from caveman to gleaming Greek god.  But Tank still wasn’t convinced.

“That’s all well and good,” he said, looking into the mirror.  “But what I wanna know is, can the Bodyperfect work its magic on this.”

Tank turned and bent over, raising his gigantic beefy ass into the air.  It was enormous – like two halves of a watermelon all covered in course, dark hair.  The fur was sparser around his cheeks but consolidated into a luxurious Mohawk down his canyon-like crack.  Tank’s butthole – a meaty pink pucker – was barely visible in the dense thicket of pubes.

Kevin and Dino’s jaws hung open.  Tank looked at them over his shoulder, smirking.  “Maybe this time, the Bodyperfect has finally met its match.”

Kevin and Dino exchanged glances.  Was it possible?

Not likely.  They smirked and knelt down to start on the big brute’s bountiful butt.

They took turns with the Bodyperfect, sliding it like a skier over the mountainous mounds of Tank’s ass, plowing through hair instead of snow and leaving gleaming white skin in their wake.  Dino let the Bodyperfect do circles around Tank’s quivering hole, feeling it pucker as he shaved it clean.

In a matter of minutes, Tank’s ass was as smooth as ceramic, the giant cheeks gleaming and glowing in the fluorescent bathroom light.

Kevin and Dino stood up proudly – the Bodyperfect had come through.

Now it was time for the finishing touch.  Kevin filled his palm with SoftOil, and set to spreading a gloss of it over Tank’s copious mounds.  Dino helped him out, and they worked their hands in circles over Tank’s firm cheeks.

Tank moaned, pushing his ass back against their fingers as they massaged him.  The skin was so smooth, as slippery as an ice skating rink, and Kevin and Dino’s digits couldn’t help but slide toward Tank’s hole, the slickness of the skin drawing their fingers in like water swirling down a drain.  One by one their index fingers sunk into Tank’s tight asshole.  Tank grunted, pushing back against them and sending a few more inches of finger inside his hot butt.

“Incredible,” Kevin whispered to his friend.  Tank’s ass looked so hot, so inviting, that Kevin couldn’t resist touching his tongue out for a taste.  Once there, Kevin licked up and down Tank’s crack, then speared his tongue right to Tank’s knotted bunghole, working it against the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed and he was able to sink the tip of it inside.

Tank’s warm ass cheeks hugged Kevin’s face as he worked his tongue in Tank’s musky hole.  Dino hovered around, smooching and biting at Tank’s butt cheeks before sliding underneath him and taking Tank’s balls in his mouth.  He rolled them around in his mouth, then reached up to slip his lips around Tank’s fat codger.  He gave it a few hearty sucks.

Tank’s mind was blurred by the sensation of getting head from both ends.  He grunted and moaned, not sure whether to thrust into Dino’s lips or against Kevin’s tongue.

Kevin’s cock was again as hard as a piston.  He stood behind Tank and slapped it against his butt flesh.  Grabbing the sides of Tank’s massive hips, Kevin rode his cock up and down Tank’s crack, letting the pulsing head of his erection press against Tank’s sloppy wet hole.  He slid it inside with nary an effort – smooth as a needle piercing clean flesh. Tank groaned like an animal and went with it, bucking against Kevin as he pumped his hairless butt full of dick.

Before Kevin could cum, he and Dino switched places.  Tank’s already-stretched hole had no problem accommodating Dino’s cock.  Tank was like a smooth and fuckable hunk of flesh; Dino felt like he could have been fucking the cushions of a living-room couch, or a side of beef in a meat locker.

Dino’s cock sliced in and out of Tank’s butt like a hot knife through butter.  Then Kevin swung his leg over them, positioning himself over Dino, lining his cock up right where Dino’s cock sank into Tank’s hole.  With a little effort, Kevin was able to slide his dick right in next to his friend’s.  The three frat brothers fucked like a well-oiled machine, Tank groaning and biting the edge of the sink as Kevin and Dino double-fucked his meatcakes.

Kevin couldn’t handle the sensations he was getting, both from Tank’s tight sphincter wrapped like a rubber band around the top of his cock, and Dino’s fat prick sliding against the underside.  He felt like he was going to lose it.

Just as they were reaching critical mass, Kevin pulled out of Tank’s butt.  Dino did the same.  After a few strokes of their cocks they simultaneously blew thick loads of juice all over Tank’s ass, letting it drip down his cheeks, crack, and gaping hole.  They slid their spent cocks all over that magnificent butt, letting their loads mingle before using their hands to rub it into his gleaming cheeks.

They turned Tank over on his back.  Kevin stuck two fingers up Tank’s slick hole, working his butt while Dino stroked off his dick.  Tank ran his hands over his smooth chest, tweaking his nipples as he lost his load.  His powerful orgasm blasted all over his chest, his butthole clenching Kevin’s fingers almost painfully as he shot jet after jet of hot cream into the air.

It was one of the most amazing loads he’d ever shot, and he owed it all to the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.

***

So now you’ve heard what the Bodyperfect did for Kevin, Dino, and Tank – but maybe you’re wondering if it can do the same for you?

All we can say is that if you want a smoother, sexier chest; a cut-looking, hairless back; bounteous balls and a thicker, longer-looking cock, there is only one product that will do it – the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.

Order today, and get the kind of sexy and sizzling body you’ve always admired on other men.

Friends have always meant a lot to me, and leaving home for college made them that much closer and more important.  I’m the type of guy who’d do anything for my buds, and I guess I should add “within reason,” the truth is I usually go above and beyond.  Todd being a prime example.

Todd Myers was my dorm mate and the first guy I met on campus.

“Hey there roomie,” he’d said, throwing his bags on the floor.  He held out his hand and smiled.  I instantly liked the guy.  He had an ease about him that came from being so good-looking, maybe, with his messy dark hair and soft brown eyes.

We were fast friends.  He was from a town just outside of Philly, so he knew what was going on in the city.  He had a fake ID and I could easily pass for 21, so we got into clubs all the time.  We’d try to pick up girls.  He was better at it than me.  I’m pretty studly, don’t get me wrong, but patience is more my philosophy.  I like to meet and hang out with people – guys, girls, whatever.  If something happens, so much the better.

A lot of times Todd would take off with some chick and I’d have to wait it out before I returned to our room.  I didn’t mind; that’s just what buds do for each other.

Todd went from girl to girl.  There was something sort of compulsive about it, though I didn’t really think about that until later.  In the meantime I settled into a thing with this cute, fun chick named Lisa.

One night, a day or so before we were to leave for Christmas break, I found Todd in our room clicking through the internet and looking pretty depressed.  He had opened this bottle of horrible-tasting raspberry vodka that we’d been avoiding, and he offered me a swig.  I was done with classes, so I took it.

We were sitting there talking, and the conversation turned to sex, as it normally does with two horny college guys.  I was telling him how the last time I’d gotten with Lisa I’d managed to hold off cumming for a half hour or so, a record for me.  I was learning techniques for holding back.

“That’s fuckin interesting,” Todd said, leaning back in his chair.  He took a swig from the bottle.  “See, I have the opposite problem.  It takes me forever to cum.  If I even cum at all.”

“Seriously?  I’d kill for that problem,” I said.  I hadn’t meant it to sound harsh, cause I could tell it was really bumming Todd out.

“It’s always been an issue.  If I’m really pounding it, I mean just slamming it into a girl I’m good.  But a lot of girls, you know – they get sore or it hurts and then I start to lose it.  Even if they are willing to let me, like, jackhammer away, I still sometimes lose it – cause I want them to be turned on, too.”

“That’s why you go through so many girls.”

“I guess.  I can’t find anybody compatible, who likes it rough, or…”  He took another swig from the bottle.  He clearly had something to say.

“Look,” Todd continued, “if I tell you this you gotta promise me – I mean, it’s sort of embarrassing and I don’t want anyone to know about it.”

“Okay.  What is it?”

“Well, there’s another way I can get off, and really easily, too.  I mean, I get off big time – I can barely hold back.”

“How?”

“Well, I gotta have something up my ass.”

“Really,” I said, and I think I started getting hard right then, even though we were still totally on the level.

“Yeah.  My girl in high school, Amy – she bought a dildo and used it on me, and I came like a freakin geyser.  And every time after that it was the same thing.”

“That’s understandable.  Don’t they say there’s something up there that triggers it?”  I wasn’t being coy.  I’d never had anything up my butt aside from a finger or two, which felt great, don’t get me wrong, but hadn’t been earth shattering.

“It triggers it alright,” Todd said.  “Feels fucking fantastic.”  I caught him pinch his cock head through his sweatpants.  He must have been as chubbed-up as I was.  “But I still haven’t met a girl freaky enough to try it.  Remember Trisha from last weekend?”  I nodded – Todd had picked that girl up in record time.  “She ate my ass.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.  And it was fucking amazing.  But she’s got a boyfriend or whatever and I can’t get a hold of her.”

“What about like, going out and buying a dildo?”  Todd shook his head.

“I thought about it.  It’s too fucking weird.”

“We could always go to the supermarket and get a cucumber or something.”

Todd laughed.  “Oh man, fuck you!” he said.  There was a pause.

“There’s that too,” I said.

“Huh?”

“The real deal.  Ever consider it?”  If I hadn’t been so buzzed from the vodka I don’t think I ever would have said that.  Luckily Todd was buzzed too.  He looked at me, as though gauging if I was serious.

“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted.  “I mean, if you think about it…if it worked…it would really be like, the ideal situation.  I mean if you – or whoever – was into it, and wanted to try it, they could be getting off and I’d definitely be getting off…”

“Kill two birds with one stone,” I said.

“I mean, as long as the guy didn’t mind being used.”

“Used?”

“Yeah, used.  I’d basically be using you – or whoever – like a dildo, something to get me off.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad deal at all,” I said.  By now both of us were rock hard, I was sure of it.  “We could give it a shot.”

“Right now?”

“Right here.”

“And nobody’s gonna know.”

“Dude, who am I gonna tell?”

“I don’t know.”  He ran his hands through his hair, looked up at the ceiling.  “I mean like, what should we even do?  Should we like, kiss or whatever?”

“Whatever you want, man.  It’s your show.”  He leaned in to me.

“You care if we try it?”  I shook my head.  Then, just as natural as could be, Todd’s mouth found mine.  It was so easy, just like making out with anyone.  Our tongues met and we writhed them around in each other’s mouths, getting hotter and hotter because kissing always does that, kicks it up a notch.  He reached down and felt my body through my clothes so I did the same to him, and it was sort of like an exploration.  Not that I’d been dying to explore another guy’s body, but the curiosity had been there, to feel his muscles, his smooth skin, all that hardness and strength.  When we broke apart both of us were like, whoa.

“Your dick’s already hard, huh?” Todd said, looking down at the tent in my cargo shorts.  I can’t say why the situation was turning me on so much.  Truthfully I’d noticed Todd’s butt before – it was cute, I gotta say, firm and round and sweet.  All I know is that the thought about sticking my dick up his butt was really appealing to me right then.

“Yours is too,” I said.

“You ever touched another guy’s dick before?”

“I’ll do it if you do it.”  We reached out at the same time.  I grabbed Todd’s dick underneath his sweatpants and it was so, so hard.  He was feeling mine and I could feel a wet spot forming on my briefs, I was that turned on.

“Let’s just get naked,” I suggested, so we stood up and started taking off our clothes.  When we got to our underwear (I was wearing my boxer briefs and he had on a little pair of bikinis) we just shrugged and stripped those off too.  He came up to me and then we were just going at it, our hard bodies pressed against one another, my slightly hairy chest rubbing against his smooth one.  We had our tongues in each other’s mouths of course and our dicks were leaking all over each other and you would’ve thought we were lovers, which we were, I guess, all things considered.

He was sucking my neck and we each had the other’s dicks in our hands, stroking each other off, and it was just a matter of like, if we’re going this far… His dick was thick and solid.  I knew he was clean.  I got down on my knees and just took him in my mouth like it wasn’t anything.

Todd gasped.  I sucked his cock, because it seemed like the least I could do if he was going to let me fuck his ass.  I mean, I know having my dick up his ass was going to be for his benefit, but figured it wouldn’t kill me to suck him off a little.  In all honesty, though, I kinda ended up liking it.  I blew him the way I like to have it done – with my lips tight and my tongue riding the underside.  I took his balls in my hand and tugged on them and he really dug that.  He had his hands running through my hair and his thighs were all tensed up; he was practically standing on his toes.

I thought about what that girl had done to him, eating him out.  I didn’t think I could do that but I did want to get a look at the butt I’d admired when he’d walk around naked in our room.  So I popped his prick out of my mouth and turned him around.  He braced himself on the desk and I took in the sight of his little sexy butt, peach-colored and hairless.  I spread his cheeks and his asshole was winking at me.  I’d never fucked anyone up the butt at this point and it almost didn’t seem possible, but then I knew he’d had stuff up there before.  I had a feeling it was going to be great – it just looked so tight and hot – and he was shaved clean.

I’d been running my hands all over his smooth ass and I let my fingers drift down his crack.  Finally I touched his hot butthole and Todd was like Oh, yeah.  I thought I’ll just nibble and suck on his cheeks a little.  I guess I’m sort of an orally-fixated dude, that’s what Lisa always said anyway cause I’d eat her out for days.  So I was sucking and nibbling and eventually I just went for broke, running my tongue down his crack and getting closer and closer to the slick skin of his butthole and still pretty much digging it.  Then Todd let out this whimper, like a puppy.  Man, that just did me in.

What can I say?  I dug my tongue into his butthole and lost all my inhibitions about it, once I was in there I was fine; more than fine.  I was using my tongue to do circles around his hole and spearing it in, shoving it up as far as it could go.  Todd’s legs were wobbling and he was holding himself up by the desk.

I stood up and slapped my cock in his crack, just to get a feel.  Todd humped his ass back; he was insatiable, man; he just really, really needed it.  I was holding on to his hips and working my fat dick back and forth against his slot.  My cockhead started catching on his hole.  We were pretty slick and sweaty and at one point I thought it even went in.

“Do you want to use a condom?” I asked.

“I don’t care if you don’t,” he said, and I know it was stupid but Todd and I were close, about as close as two buds could get, and I trusted him.  It was a risk but whatever.

Todd grabbed his jack off lube and directed me on how to grease myself up then get some on his butthole.  I worked it in a bit with his finger.  He was tight, I mean really snapping tight, and the thought of working my dick in there was just killing me.  I didn’t want to hurt him so I took it really slowly, but he helped me out all the way.  When my cockhead popped inside we had to take a few minutes for him to adjust.

“Gimme a little more,” he said, and I slid in fine like a hot knife through butter.  “All the way dude, balls deep.”  I stuffed my cock inside him completely.  “Fuuck that’s good.”  What a fucking trip.  I was fucking my best friend in the ass.  I reached around to feel his cock and it was completely hard.

So I was working my cock in and out of him, sort slow and deep, cause every time I’d bottom out in his ass Todd would groan so I knew I was getting him good.  Then I started to speed up and Todd really began to sweat.

“Fuck me, bro,” he said.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked as I pumped a little harder.

“More than okay.  Dude, you can pound me and it’s cool.  Go off, man – slam me, fuckin go to town.”  How could I resist with encouragement like that?  I rode his ass like a piston in a car going 95 mph down the freeway.  I think Todd wanted to get back what he liked to give to girls, like to prove he could take it as well as he could dish it out.  I was clutching his hips and working away and Todd was jacking himself off.  He was still braced up against the desk and we were shaking the whole thing so hard the lamp fell to the floor.

I was fucking him and I was thinking I could get used to this, because his ass was so sweet, and we were such tight bros, that it seemed like nothing should be stopping us from doing it all the time.  That was a pretty interesting thought, and it made me teeter toward the edge.

“I’m gonna cream soon, bro,” I said.

“Me too.”

“Where you want me to do it?”

“Just blow inside me, I don’t give a fuck,” Todd said, and then I could tell he was coming because his moans were really filling the room.  His ass clenched tight around my dick with each shot of his load.

I was like fuckfuckfuckfuck and I just kept pounding and shooting at the same time, I mean right inside him raw as fuck, each thick shot of my load filling up his butt, and I shoot a lot of jizz.  I slowly pulled out when I was done and had a look at what I’d wrought.  Todd’s hole was a little red and raw and some of my white cream was already seeping out, but all in all it looked alright.  I stuck a finger back inside just to see and it was still tight, a little more accommodating but fine.

“Dude, you’re a prince,” Todd said, standing up straight.  His dick was dripping on to the floor and from the look on his face I could tell he’d gotten what he needed.  He snapped on his bikinis and turned to head toward the bathroom.  I couldn’t resist giving that sweet butt a slap.  Todd just smiled.

“So,” he said, “looks like we got a deal?”

“Looks that way,” I said, and we kissed again, just as natural as could be.

From then on whenever Todd needed a jump start he’d ask me if I wanted to play “hide the salami.”  It was a little joke and our own secret code.  The thing I had with Lisa tapered off slightly but for the most part I had enough to go around.  I guess I have an affinity for that, feeling useful for someone in need.  I wouldn’t go so far as to help hide a body, but for Todd I’d hide the salami, any old time.

“Let’s get right to it,” Kevin said, slapping his palms together.  “You boys know why you’re here.  It’s always an adjustment, bringing new guys to the team.  But Toby and I have faith in you.”

Peter and Carl shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, glancing at the white box sitting on the couch between Kevin and Toby.  All Peter knew was that these two alpha male gods of the crew team had told him (and Carl, the other frosh recruit) to show up at their off-campus apartment that evening if he knew what was good for him.  The rest was all legend, murky stories of homoerotic hazings past that gave Peter a fluttery sense of anticipation.

Poor, mousey-haired Carl just seemed afraid.

“We know that you’re physically capable to row with us,” Kevin continued.  “Now we have to find out where you stand mentally.  Toby and I set the stroke and it’s up to you guys to keep up.  That requires respect on your part, and a willingness to follow orders.  Understand?”

The freshmen nodded.

“Good,” Kevin said, flashing a shit-eating smirk on his handsome, darkly stubbled face.  His black hair stood erect from the top of his head.  He wore a sleeveless shirt, showing off his powerful arms and the brush of dark hair on his chest, arms, and back.

Toby wore the same uniform as Kevin – sleeveless shirt and mesh shorts.  Toby was just as muscled as Kevin, but was short and compact – a redheaded powerhouse package.

“Toby, why don’t you show the boys what we have in store for them?”  Kevin said.  Toby opened the box.

“Donuts?” said Carl.

“Smart boy,” Kevin said.  He turned to Peter.  “You like donuts?”

“Uh…sure,” Peter said.

“That’s good.  Cause today, you two are going to be eating these.  As many as you want, really.”  Kevin looked at Toby and they cracked up.

“Thing is, you’re gonna be eating them off our dicks.”

Carl’s jaw dropped.

“No way—” he started to say, but Kevin held up his hand.

“Dude, don’t even bother.  You’re not exactly essential to the team at this point.  Act like a pussy, and we’ll see to it that you get dropped.  Or do as we say, and we’ll have ourselves a good little time.  Choice is yours.”

Carl looked to Peter, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright then?” Kevin said.  Carl sank back into his seat.  Toby and Kevin were smiling like Cheshire cats.  “Alright then,” Kevin said.  “On your knees.”

Kevin and Toby had discussed it earlier – the donuts were so fat and puffy that they barely had holes in the middle.  If they were going to get them on, their cocks were going to have to be hard.

“Big deal,” Kevin had said.  They were a couple of horny, virile jocks – it wouldn’t be difficult to get it up.  And besides, they’d agreed, it added an extra dose of humiliation to the whole thing.

Now they reached into their shorts and started working their dicks as Peter and Carl knelt before them.  Both of the freshmen had been captains of their respective high school crew teams and had the lean, toned bodies to show for it, but their bodies did not compare to the mature mass of Kevin and Toby.

Kevin was hard in no time – funny thing was, he’d sort of had a fatty all day, anticipating this.  Toby looked at the tent in Kevin’s shorts as he stoked up his own erection.

“Alright boys, hope you’re hungry,” Kevin said, and they pulled down their shorts.  Neither was wearing underwear, and Peter’s eyes widened as two hard, hairy cocks bounced straight up into the air.  Kevin’s was rock-solid and veiny, a cocky-looking thing that fit his personality.  Toby’s was meatier, his auburn pubes were trimmed and neat.

Each took a plain sugar donut and pressed the center of the greasy confection to the head of their dicks, sliding them on.  They looked at each other, donuts hanging on their dicks like a ring-toss game, and laughed.

“Peter – scoot closer to Toby.  Carl – get over here,” Kevin directed.  Despite the look of dramatic disgust on Carl’s face, he did as he was told.  Both waited for instructions; two hard, donut-clad dicks in front of their faces.

“Fuckin eat ‘em, man,” Toby said.  Peter leaned in.  There was the sweet, yeasty smell of the donut, but the musky scent of Toby’s sweaty crotch was underneath that.  Peter reached out with his teeth and pulled off a chunk.  It was fresh and actually tasty.

He looked over to Carl, who had his nose turned up and was queasily swallowing the small bit of donut he’d removed from Kevin’s rigid pole.

Peter’s nose brushed against Toby’s prick as he went in for another bite.  Toby’s cock jerked at the contact.  Peter managed to dislodge the entire donut, and he sat back to finish it.

Carl was having more difficulty.  He’d eaten the majority of it, but the sheer rigidity of Kevin’s cock was keeping the final chunk pressed tight against his abdomen.

“Gotta get it all,” Kevin said.  Carl went back in.  He had to wedge his nose and mouth behind Kevin’s cock to get at it, and he scooped it out with his tongue, which grazed the side of Kevin’s cock.  He swallowed it quickly.

“Are we done?” Carl asked.

“Not yet,” Kevin said.  “We said eat all of it.”

Looking at the granules of sugar glistening on the shaft of Toby’s cock, Peter had an idea of where this was going.

“That means all of it.  Sugar included.  I’m not walking around with a sticky dick.  Clean ‘em off.”

Toby laughed incredulously.  This hadn’t been part of the plan.

Peter looked at Carl, expecting him to put up a fight.  But even though that comical look of disgust was still plastered on Carl’s face, he immediately leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside of Kevin’s dick.  It took everybody off guard.  At first Peter thought that Carl just wanted to get it over with, but then he noticed the rod that lay down the leg of Carl’s jeans.  That was a surprise, even though he had thrown a bone himself.

Everyone stared as Carl ran his tongue from the bottom to the tip of Kevin’s cock, finally sucking the head in between his lips, puckering up the last granules of sugar and leaning back to wipe his mouth.

Kevin let out his breath.  The sensation of Carl’s mouth on the head of his cock had sent a dollop of precum to the tip.

Peter hadn’t even begun.  He looked up to Toby who nodded, go ahead.

Peter took Carl’s lead and boldly licked the sugar from the sides of Toby’s shaft.  It wasn’t the first time he’d licked a cock, but the combination of sugar and salty skin was undeniably hot.  When he slid his lips over the head like Carl had, tasting the creamy bit of precum from the tip, it crossed his mind to just keep going.

But Peter knew the game all too well.  He’d been playing some form of it ever since he’d hit puberty.  First there was his best friend in junior high, who could only jerk off with him when porn was present.  Then there was his jock biology partner who loved it up the butt, but needed to get drunk first.  There was always more to these guys than met the eye.  To get anywhere, you had to play by the rules.

Kevin lanced another donut on his dick, and Carl devoured it in record time.  He immediately began licking off the sugar, his eyes closed, focused solely on the task as though his mind was miles away.

“Fuck…” Kevin said.  He caught his breath as Carl sat back on his heels.  “Alright,” he said.  He shook his head a little.  “Okay.  Next task.”  He reached into the box and pulled out a donut hole.  These had been Toby’s last-minute suggestion at the donut shop, and the idea had cracked both of them up.

“I’m sure you can guess what these are for,” Kevin said, his smirk returning.  “C’mon, man,” he said to Toby, and the two of them kicked off their shorts and bent over the couch, raising their butts in the air.  Kevin’s ass, Peter noted, was firm and hairy, just meaty enough to be called a bubble butt.  Toby’s, however, was a thing of beauty – two pert, smooth loaves of tan jock ass.

Chuckling for good measure, the two guys wedged the donut holes in their cracks, good and deep.

“Alright guys, get to work.”

Peter’s lips brushed against Toby’s ass cheeks.  Toby shivered a little as the donut hole was dislodged, and although the order hadn’t been given, Peter went right to licking off the sugar, too.  When his tongue made contact with Toby’s asshole, Toby gasped and his hips bucked.

“Fuck,” Toby whispered.  Kevin was already inserting a second donut hole.  Carl went in for it, parking his face between Kevin’s cheeks and munching up the donut.  He licked off the sugar, too, and Kevin bucked and groaned just like Toby had.

Toby inserted another.  This time, when Peter’s tongue hit Toby’s butthole, he let it linger; working the coarse, melting sugar against the slick skin of his sphincter.  Toby bucked harder into Peter’s face and let another slow moan escape his lips.

Peter glanced over to Carl to realize that he was doing the same thing to Kevin.  They were both unabashedly eating ass, their tongues working further into their teammates’ holes as they got bolder and the atmosphere in the room turned a corner.

First Kevin then Toby shifted their legs apart to allow the freshmen better access to their butts.  Peter lapped at Toby’s fine behind, turning his head to the side to insert his tongue into Toby’s pulsing pink slot.  Carl worked his tongue roughly against Kevin’s dilating hole before licking down along his rounded taint.  He lapped up Kevin’s hairy balls, then swung underneath his body and slipped his lips around Kevin’s rock-hard cock.

Peter spread Toby’s ass wide and stuffed his face inside, reaching underneath Toby and stroking his still-hard dick.  Peter could feel things starting to ramp up, so he slipped his own dick out of his pants and stroked it.

Kevin looked down at Carl, who was dutifully taking his cock down his gagging-but-eager throat.  He thought of all the sorority sluts he’d also let bob on his knob.  A minor revelation began to form:  it didn’t matter if it was a girl or a guy.  They were all sluts, anyway; cock-hungry whores who were ravenous for his meat, who couldn’t wait to suck a rich, nourishing load out of his nuts.  He let his cock slip out of Carl’s mouth and dragged its drippy head across his lips.

Toby kept glancing at Kevin, his best friend; taking in his tightly formed body, the way his flat stomach curled in with his thrusts, the look of concentrated pleasure as he thrust his rigid prick in and out of Carl’s sloppy mouth.  He never imagined Kevin would let a guy suck his dick…never thought Kevin would be willing.

He focused on the overwhelming sensations he was getting from his ass, pushing his butthole back against Peter’s rigid tongue.  How good it would feel to have more pressing back against there…like Kevin’s fingers…Kevin’s cock…

Kevin looked over at Toby, at his smooth arched back, his tight little butt sticking up in the air as Peter rimmed him out.  His gaze met Toby’s.  Their faces were close together, their orgasms imminent, and the time just seemed right.  Kevin leaned in toward Toby, taking his head in his hands and pulling him closer.  They kissed lustily, their tongues dueling in each other’s mouths as their orgasms took over.

Kevin was the first to go.  He plunged his dick deep into Carl’s mouth and unleashed his load.  Carl choked a little, but managed to drink it down as fast as Kevin dished it out.

A few seconds later, Toby’s butthole spasmed around Peter’s tongue and hot ropes of jism issued uncontrollably from his cock as Peter stroked it out.  Toby and Kevin sucked face, moaning as the last of their loads drained from their balls.

Peter felt ready to pop himself and made a quick decision to get as much out of this as he could.  He stood up, aimed his cock at Toby’s perfectly spread ass crack, and shot a hot thick load right down the center.  It ran gooily down Toby’s hole and dripped off of his balls.  Peter got down and licked the warm cream from Toby’s pulsating ass, reveling in the horny taste of it all, leaving just a few drops for Toby to remember him by.  Then he backed off and Kevin and Toby broke apart.

“Uh…good job, guys,” Kevin said, feebly trying to resurrect the tone.  But that was long passed.  The truth was that the chemistry of all four boys in that apartment had created a scene that none of them could have anticipated.

Kevin and Toby pulled up their shorts.  Peter buckled his pants.  Carl just knelt there, blinking as if awoken from a dream.  There was a wet spot on his jeans.

Peter suspected Carl would have a hard time reconciling his behavior with his day-to-day reality.  He figured things with Toby and Kevin might be awkward for a little while, too.  It was always the same thing – like when the come shot out of their nuts it took with it some chemical from their brains, the chemical that helped them cope with their desires.

Even as Peter basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, he could feel something inside of him begin to go stale.  Kevin and Toby were both sheepishly waiting for Peter and Carl to leave, all of their previous bravado depleted.  There had to be more to sex than this.

Peter grabbed one of the remaining donuts and bit off a chunk.

“See you at practice tomorrow,” he said to Kevin and Toby.  They nodded toward the floor.

“C’mon, Carl,” he said, grabbing him by the arm and leading him out of the door.

For me, an ideal Saturday night means going out and getting tanked with my buds while trying to rail as many chicks as possible.  Hey, I’m a hot young dude in my prime – why not make the most of it?

But as vice president of my frat I’ve inherited certain responsibilities – one of which is to attend the annual chapter meeting.  I wasn’t looking forward to it.  Even though some of my brothers were going, it would mostly be a bunch of old fogies – all former Phi Kaps – shuffling around the Dayton Holiday Inn.  Can you blame me for not being excited?

I checked in on Saturday afternoon and went to meet the group at the pool.  I’m not sure what I was expecting – something like the geriatric ward, I guess – but it actually wasn’t too bad.  The guys welcomed me warmly, and they had a ton of beer and food.  We had the whole back patio to ourselves, and I was having a pretty good time bullshitting with the guys and getting a buzz on.

There was one guy in particular – Joe Siriani was his name.  Though he was probably in his forties or something, he was in really good shape.  He was muscular, and had thick dark hair and a handsome face.  Now, I’m known as a pretty hot dude – I’ve got a tight little body that I work out regularly, and chicks go nuts over my dimples when I smile – but this guy looked like a real man should look, like a movie star or something, you know?

More than that, you could tell he’d been top dog in his day, and most of the guys still treated him that way.  He was leaning up against the picnic table in his trunks, his thick thighs crossed, slugging a beer just as cool as could be while guys hovered near him like moths around a light bulb.

We had dinner that night and afterwards a bunch of us ended up in Joe’s room.  We were doing shots of 151 and getting pretty loaded.  I guess I was hanging around Joe a lot because the guy he was rooming with, Owen, started teasing me about it.

“Looks like someone’s getting lucky tonight,” he slurred to Joe, who just shrugged it off.

A half-hour later Owen was face down on the floor, leaving me and Joe alone, sitting across from each other on the bed.

“How often do you work out?” Joe asked.  Earlier we’d stripped back down to our swim trunks.  “You’ve got a great body.”

“Thanks.  I go five days a week – legs Mondays and Wednesdays, upper body the rest of the time.”

“Five days a week.  Christ.  To be young again, you know?”

“Actually, you’ve got a really nice body for…y’know.”

“For what?  An old fart?”  He laughed and leaned in to me.  I couldn’t help admiring the way his tight stomach curled inward.  “It’s okay.  I remember what it was like. Back in my day…well, you wouldn’t believe the pussy I used to pull.”

“You seem like you could still get some.  You’ve got all that hair on your chest…I mean, guys today usually shave theirs, but it looks good on you.”

“You shave yours?”

“Yeah,” I said, and Joe reached out to feel it.  “I’m naturally pretty smooth, but I still shave some places,” I added.   Joe’s hands moved down to my stomach.

“Do you shave…down there?” he asked.

“Yeah…I pretty much keep it trimmed.”  Joe dropped his hand and leaned back.  I reached forward to feel his chest, running my fingers through the coarse hair on his muscles.

“Truthfully speaking,” Joe said, “this body wasn’t the only thing that pulled the pussy.  If you know what I’m getting at.”  With a smirk, he nodded toward his lap.  I could see something pretty big rustling in his red trunks.  In fact, I’d sort of noticed it all day.

“I’m uncut, too,” Joe continued.  “You might think that would weird chicks out, but every girl I ever fucked fucking loved it.”

“Uncut…” I said dumbly, my hand on his stomach, my eyes on his crotch.  “That’s crazy…”

“Not really – it’s natural.  You’ve seen one?”

“Not up close, really.”

Joe reached for his waistband and pulled it down, first revealing his bush of dark pubes, then his thick dick resting against his thigh.  He tucked the band under his nuts, which were also pretty big, and held his cock upward.  It was a big one, that was for sure – also thick and smooth.  His foreskin mostly covered the tip, but a little pink bit of cockhead peeked out from the top.  I thought – I dunno.  I just thought it was a really handsome dick.

But then I couldn’t find the words.

“The ole Siriani sword, they used to say,” Joe said.  “Still half-sheathed.”  He pulled down his foreskin.  The head looked really moist.  He pulled it back up again like it was a turtleneck, demonstrating for me.

“You can try it, too,” he said.  I’m not sure why, but I took it in my hand.  Man it was enormous – really warm, too.  I skinned it back then forward.  Joe let out his breath.  I did it again.

“You keep doing that, buddy, and we’ll get along just fine.”

“What if Owen wakes up?” I said.

“Ain’t happening.  Be grateful – he’d probably want a turn at it himself.”

I kept at it, and as I relaxed I got into it more.  I leaned forward to get a better grip, stroking him all the way down his shaft.  Nobody’d ever let me explore their body like this before.  It was pretty cool.

I cupped his balls – they were so beefy and heavy.  All the hair on his crotch looked great.  I wondered if I should start letting mine grow out.

“What’s frat life like these days?” Joe said, still with that smirk.  “You ever go down on your buddies?”

“No way.”

“That’s too bad.  You know I wouldn’t mind.”  I gave him a sideways look.  “Hey,” he continued, “I’m not gonna judge you.  If you aren’t interested, you aren’t interested.”  He reached for his waistband.

“I’ll…I’ll try it,” I said, even though I’d sorta been thinking about it ever since he’d hauled it out.  Joe smiled and rested back on his elbows.  I leaned down, feeling the heat of his prick next to my face.  Then I took the head between my lips.  I swabbed my tongue over the hard glans and under his chewy foreskin.  It was actually pretty sexy.

“That’s it,” Joe said, resting a hand on the back of my head.  “Really go down on me now.”  He guided me as I took as much of his cock as I could into my throat. “Fuck yeah, that’s nice.”

My own cock was hard and bobbing in my trunks.  I kept slurping up and down on Joe’s cock, doing it the way I’d always wanted a chick to do me.  You know that old thing about how only a guy could know what feels good for another guy?   I think it might be true.  I used my tongue hard against the underside, sucking tight and keeping my teeth away.  I was getting almost all the way down to the base, to where I was choking on it a little.

“You’re doing a great job.  Man, I haven’t had head this good since college,” Joe said.

I went for broke and licked his nuts.  The scent of his crotch bore a trace of his cologne, along with something deeper.  I buried my face in his balls, rolling his sack over my nose, getting my tongue underneath and licking his taint.  It was even muskier back there, but also clean and chlorinated.

Then Joe lifted my head out of his lap.  “I want you to try something,” he said and rolled on to his stomach, spreading his legs so I was between them.  He lifted his ass up – a nice bubble butt; toned and firm – showing off his lightly hairy crack and pink crevice.

“I want you to try eating my ass out.  That’s something I definitely haven’t had for years.  You game?”  I could see how hard his dick still was from the way his taint bulged out.  I put my hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

“Just get your face in there, try it.”  I got closer.  The smell was even muskier than what I’d gotten from his balls, but it was kinda turning me on.  I bit at the cheeks of his butt, running my tongue along their curves, getting more turned on by the minute.  No girl had ever eaten my ass – I probably wouldn’t have let them if they’d tried.  But with Joe it felt okay.  I ran my tongue down his crack, finally touching it to his asshole.  It was slick and totally hot.  Joe groaned.

“Holy Christ,” he said as I dug my tongue into his pucker.  “Oh man, that’s fucking fantastic.  Just rim around it.  Now spear it in.  Fuck, that’s superb.”  Joe started grinding his ass against my face.  Then he was humping the bed, working his dick against the mattress and bucking back to jam his hole on my tongue.  My face never left his tight butt.

“I think I could cum just from you doing that,” Joe said, and turned back over.  I wiped my mouth, and Joe reached forward and slid my shorts down.  My eyes rolled back in my head when he started stroking my dick.  His other fingers slipped underneath my balls.   “You want to know how it feels, getting a rim job?”  I nodded.  “Turn over on your stomach.  Or yeah – get on all fours.”

I reached back and spread my ass out for him.  Just doing that, feeling the air hit my hole, was turning me on big time.

“Oh man, you shave back there too?  Fuckin hot,” Joe said.  He ran his finger up and down my crack a couple of times.  I thought I’d jump out of my skin when it came in contact with my hole, but Joe just kept at it.  He got down then, sucking and biting at my butt cheeks like I’d done with him.  He slowly ran his tongue down my crack, and finally flicked it against my hole.  Lemme tell yeah – I’ve never felt anything like that before.  It was a totally new buzz, one that was separate from my cock but somehow connected, too.  Joe pressed his tongue harder to my asshole, jamming it inside.  He was going deeper and deeper, getting his whole face into it, his scratchy jaw chafing against my butt.  I couldn’t get enough.

“You’ve got such a hot ass,” Joe said before plunging his tongue back in.  Then he reared back and brought his fat cock against my butt, slapping his meat against it.  I couldn’t help it, it felt fucking great.  I pushed back against him as he rode his cock along my crack.

“Oh yeah baby.  You want ole Joey to fuck you?  I brought condoms.”

“Joe I – I dunno…”

“Relax buddy.  I’m pretty much a pro at this.”  He laid down on my back, wrapping his arms around my neck and putting his lips to my ear.  “It’s gonna feel so good for both of us, wait and see,” he whispered as he humped my rear.  He stuck his tongue in my ear.  “Gonna fuck you all night, if you want.”

I arched my back, lifting my butt up to meet his thrusts.  His cock started jabbing against my hole, the end of it pressing hard against me until I felt like it was going inside.  Then he pressed even harder and I knew he was inside, cause it hurt like hell.  He held me still, just letting me get used to it.  Then he pulled out.

“You just wait,” he said, snapping on a rubber.  He had a tube of lube too.  “Seriously, you’re gonna get screwed by the best.  Gonna cum so hard you’ll want it all over again.  Trust me.”

He flipped me on my back and propped my ankles on his shoulders.  He got my ass lubed up and slowly slipped his finger inside.  Honestly, once I got used to it, it felt fucking incredible.  I felt like I could cum just from having it up there.  He took it out and grabbed me by the hips.

“Brace yourself,” he said, pressing his dick to me again.  This time, I took it more easily.  He gave me some time to breath, then sank more inside.  At some point I stopped realizing it was going inside, and next thing I knew his balls were pressed against my ass.  I probably would’ve taken even more if he’d had it, at that point.  I felt so full, but I wanted to be filled up even more.

“Oh, shit.  That feel good to you?” Joe said.

“Yeah, it’s good,” I said.  He pulled out and sank it back in.  A little squeal escaped my lips.

“Baby, your ass is gripping my cock so tight,” he said, looking in my eyes.  He worked it in and out, a little faster.  I gasped each time he hit bottom.

He worked it so steadily, I thought I really must be getting fucked by the best.  He had techniques I’d never considered – like keeping the head right at the entrance, working the tip in and out in quick little jabs that felt incredible.  Then he’d deep thrust slowly, letting me feel every inch of him going inside.  I was rock hard.  Joe took hold of my cock, working it as he worked my ass over.

“You’re giving Joey the ride of his life, buddy.  Seriously, I haven’t had ass this sweet in years.”  He was so composed, his muscles flexing with each thrust, his whole body working in tandem.  He didn’t treat me like just another hole (which is truthfully how I think of a lot of the chicks I screw).  He ran his hands all over my body, calling me “baby” and working my dick steadily.  I knew I was going to lose it soon.  Joe must’ve sensed it.

“You gonna cum for me?  Just go ahead and lose it, I wanna see you shoot a load with my dick up inside you.”

“Fuck man, I can’t help it—”  I barely got out the words before the first rope of jizz shot out of my dick, arching over my head and landing on the pillow and on my lips.  I don’t think I’ve ever shot that hard.  Each time Joe bottomed out in me, I let loose another blast.  It splattered on my pecs and stomach.  Joe rubbed it in my skin, mixing it with my sweat.  His rubbed it on my lips, then slipped his finger in my mouth.  I licked it clean.  Then he licked the rest of my load off of his hand.

“Mmm…fuck yeah.  Dude, I’m gonna cum too.”  He grabbed my hips hard, rocking his cock in me mercilessly.  “Get ready buddy, gonna cream inside of you – AH! FUCK!”  His fingers dug into my hips as he held his cock deep inside me.  I could feel it pulsing as he lost his load.  His face was contorted in a look of pure pleasure.  I thought it pretty awesome that I could make him feel that way.

Joe pulled out and laid his sweaty body on mine.  One second he was bringing his ever-smirking face next to mine, and I thought he’s gonna kiss me.  Then he was kissing me, working his tongue in my mouth, his rock-hard jaw locked against my face.  I brought my tongue out to meet his.  It made me deliriously horny, even though I’d just shot.  Joe rubbed his still-hard and juicy dick against my stomach as we made out, and it was then that I knew I was going to get it more than once tonight – maybe even more.

So my boring Saturday night hadn’t turned out so bad after all.  Who knew that bonding with the older brothers could be so fucking cool?

We could’ve blamed it on any number of things:  the heat wave, the booze, the fact that none of us had gotten laid that whole summer (back home after our first year of college), or the fact that Don’s parents were out of town.  But in the end we had to admit that, all rationalization aside, we’d enjoyed the hell out of it.

“So we liked jacking off with each other, that doesn’t mean we don’t like girls,” Neil philosophized as we laid by the pool.  Neil’s dad was a politician, and he’d inherited his darkly handsome good looks as well as his skill at rhetoric.  “It doesn’t mean anything, except that it’s hot to jack off with your friends.”

“Definitely,” I agreed.

We looked to Don, who just shrugged and nodded his head.  Don was always quiet and unassuming, and could’ve easily been mistaken for a burn-out if it weren’t for his tall, athletic body and blond good looks.  Still, watching Don jack off had brought out a side of him that neither Neil nor I could have imagined.  He’d gotten really into it, running his hands all over his golden-haired, muscled body, tweaking his nipples and fondling his balls.  When he shot his load he yelled out so loudly that he scared the birds out of the trees.  It was something to behold.

“I’m into trying it again if you guys are,” I said.  I guess I was the moderator of the group, always keeping things in check, though I was the youngest of our friends. Neil had admitted to me earlier how hot it had been to watch me jerk off, with my baby face and smooth body (“It made me feel nasty, like I was beating off with my little brother or something,” he’d said.  “The fact that you’ve got a huge dick didn’t hurt, either.”).

“So it’s settled, then,” Neil said, crushing his beer can.  He nodded toward Don’s house.  “Who’s up for another round?”

***

Since Don’s parents weren’t due back until tomorrow, we delved into his dad’s porno collection.  Soon we had a hot video running, and even in Don’s air-conditioned family room things were getting pretty steamy.

“Almost forgot,” Don said, jumping up from his chair.  His hard-on bounced around in his mesh shorts.  He returned with a flask of tequila.  “My dad left this here.”

We sat next to each other on the couch, thigh-to-thigh – it made it easier to pass the bottle.  A few swigs later we were checking out the rods in each other’s shorts.

“Let’s do this,” Neil said, and we all began taking off our clothes.  Neil had an awesome body – hairy in the right places, mature-looking, with a nice fat cock to match.  We kept the bottle going around as we slowly stroked our cocks.  There was a major sexual electric charge in the room, and it was clear that we all wanted this to last.

Our inhibitions lowering by the minute, we started showing off, draping our legs over each other and holding our cocks up in the air as we stroked.  Don had the smallest cock of any of us, but he made up for it with his egg-shaped, blond-haired balls.  Neil still seemed fascinated by my exceptional endowment.  I noticed the way his fingers kept veering the space underneath his nuts, rubbing the space where his dick met his asshole.

“Fuck your dick is big,” he said.  “Isn’t it?” he asked Don, who nodded in agreement.  I held it out proudly for them to inspect, and was slightly shocked when Neil reached over and took it in his hand.  “Feels amazing,” he said, stroking it up and down.  “Try it,” he said, holding it out to Don.  They both started taking turns copping feels of my dick.  I figured they deserved some attention too, so I took a cock in each hand and started stroking them as they worked on me.

Don seemed to respond to my hand the most, so I focused on him, hefting his big balls while I worked on his dick.  Don laid back, thrusting his hips and working his dick into my fist.  He ran his hands up his body, pinching the hard pink nipples atop his pecs.

I was totally focused on jerking off Don, when I felt something even warmer than Neil’s hand slide down my dick.  I looked down to see Neil’s head in my lap, my cock disappearing into his mouth.  It felt so incredible, I had to lay my head back on the couch and catch my breath.  Neil pressed his tongue firmly against my dick as he took it down, stuffing as much as he could in his throat before coming back up.  I’d never had a blowjob like this before, and I couldn’t believe I was getting it from my best buddy.

I looked over at Don’s dick.  I thought about it.  I knew it would feel as good for him as it was feeling for me.  Succumbing to my curiosity, I leaned forward and tasted the head.  He had a sticky drop of jizz on the top, and I licked it up before sliding the rest of his dick in my mouth.  The taste of it made me horny as hell.  Don let out one of those great lusty moans that seemed to come from the depths of him.  It felt natural to suck his dick, and soon I was bobbing up and down on his succulent prick, loving the feel of it in my mouth.

I felt Don’s hands on my head, urging me along as I blew him.  I was digging it so much, I barely noticed when Neil got off the couch and knelt before me, taking my balls into his mouth and running his tongue underneath them.  He lifted my leg, and I felt a flutter of excitement when his tongue flirted with the rim of my asshole.

Following Neil’s cue, I slipped my tongue beneath Don’s balls, tasting the musky sweetness of that forbidden zone.  Neil’s tongue continued to slide downward, and my heart beat impossibly faster as he started to lick my butthole.  Soon I had my own tongue swabbing against Don’s slick pucker.  The taste and feel of it was turning me on, and I started eating him out just as good as Neil was eating me out.  Don moaned louder and tried to push my head lower, but the angle at which we were sitting was all wrong.

So Don got on all fours on the couch, presenting his blond-haired ass to me, and I got on all fours behind him.  I had to admit Don’s ass was beautiful – firm and muscled, with a clean pink crevice in the center.

I spread open my smooth ass for Neil, and his tongue went straight for my asshole.  I thought I’d lose it right then and there. Something about eating out Don made me incredibly hot – my face was getting all sloppy as I worked my tongue all over his crack, mashing it against his spongy hole.

I took hold of Don’s rock-hard dick and he let out the loudest moan of the night so far.  Then Neil started to stroke my cock, and I couldn’t help it, either – I cried out, my moans muffled by Don’s ass.  The feeling of complete abandon – spreading my butt like this for my buddy, letting him work his tongue inside – combined with the feel of his hand working my dick was almost too much to bear.

I knew I was getting close and I could tell that Don was getting there, too.  He was riding my tongue like a bronco, his hip movements simultaneously bucking his hole on my tongue and riding his dick in and out of my fist.  We were both going to hit it, I was sure, and that’s when Neil decided to back off.  He stood up, and we turned to him, confused.  He must have seen the frustrated look on our faces, because he immediately started explaining himself.

“Look, I know this is going to sound crazy; but I figure, if we’ve gone this far, what’ve we got to lose by going all the way?”  The realization of what he was getting at slowly dawned on me.

“You mean…”

“Gay guys take it up the butt all the time, right?  So they must enjoy it, it can’t be all that painful or nobody would do it.”

“I don’t know, man,” Don said in his soft voice.  “I’ve never had anything up there before.  I mean, aside from your tongue just now, I guess…”

“It’ll just be an experiment,” Neil continued.  “We’ll take it slowly, we’ll go easy on each other.  And if it actually works out – Jesus Christ, can you imagine?  We’ll never have to worry about getting pussy again!  We’ll have each other, and that means no dates, no money spent, no bullshit.  Just fucking some nice, hot ass whenever we want.”

Don and I didn’t say anything, but it was clear that our dicks had already decided for us.  Neil, gamely putting his money where his mouth was, volunteered to go first, and it was decided that Don would be the one to de-virginize him.

We got some lube that from Don’s dad’s nightstand, but we didn’t use rubbers because we figured we knew each other as well as any lovers ever would.  And besides, it wasn’t like we could get each other pregnant.

Neil got on all fours on the floor.  He had a wide, hairy butt and a clean, pink asshole.  Don started by sinking his finger inside, and Neil took it well, breathing heavily, his cock still rock hard and pulsing.  The finger-fucking seemed to really flip Don’s switch – his cock got really red, the juice from it running down his shaft and dripping off of his nuts.  “It’s so fucking tight,” he marveled.

“Just put the head against my asshole; push against it a little but not too hard.  I’ll take care of the rest,” Neil said.  Don did as instructed, and I watched in amazement as Neil pushed back.  First the head of Don’s cock sunk in, and then – as if encouraged by the way it felt – Neil sat back until the rest of Don’s turgid dick had disappeared into his butt.

“Are you okay?”  Don asked.  Neil paused and caught his breath.

“I’m fine.  You can try fucking me a little, just go easy.”  Don slid it out and pushed back in.  I smiled to myself when both of their eyes rolled back in their heads.

“It’s so good man, holy shit it’s so fucking gooood,” Neil moaned.  Don picked up the pace, but he seemed hesitant to really go for it.  He looked to me.

“Dude, you should see Neil’s face right now.  It’s okay, really.”

“Yeah man,” Neil said breathlessly.  “Fucking go to town on my ass.  Use it like you own it.”

Those seemed to be the magic words, and Don started fucking Neil’s ass like a dog in heat.  He worked Neil’s ass like I’d never seen him work anything, his strong arms grabbing Neil’s shoulders as he thrust in and out of him.  Maybe Don was born to fuck, I mused as I watched his tight ass cheeks flex, his big nuts slapping against Neil’s butt.

I jerked my dick as I watched them fuck.  Neil’s eyes wandered over to me, and I could tell by the way he looked at my big dick that I’d be getting sloppy seconds.

“It’s so good,” Don said.  “I’m gonna cum, dude, I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Fuck yeah, shoot in his ass,” I said, totally getting off on the thought that I’d be sticking my dick in that sloppy hole next.  Don grabbed Neil’s ass firmly and fucked him with abandon, humping his ass with tough, even thrusts.  He yelled out into the room as he unloaded into Neil’s butt.  Even Neil’s cock let out a few spurts of thin, clear come without him even touching it.

When Don went outside to wash himself off in the pool, Neil smiled and wiggled his ass at me.

“You might as well have a go at it while I’m all primed up,” he said, his hard dick bouncing as he twitched his used hole.

Even still, I took it slowly at first.  I didn’t want to hurt him.  But his well-fucked ass was obviously ready for another cock, and I slid in pretty easily.  It was tighter and hotter than anything I’d ever felt, and sticky from Don’s copious load.

“Y’alright there, Neil?”

“Fuck man, feels like a log is stuffed in my guts.  Give me a few seconds.”  While I waited, Don came back into the room to watch us.  Amazingly, he was hard and stroking his dick all over again.

Once Neil got used to my cock I was able to fuck him six ways to Sunday.  I made sure to go slow so I could make it last and try out a few positions.  I got on the couch and Neil sat on my lap and rode my dick like a pony.  I stroked his cock, running my hands up his sexy body and pinching his nipples while he fucked himself on my dick.

Eventually we got on the floor and I laid Neil down on his back, propping his legs up on my shoulders as I worked my big dick in and out of his ass.  I’d never had a piece ass as sweet as this, and I was loving every minute of it.  Neil worked with me, both of us getting so lost in the fuck that I barely noticed it when Don got behind us.  First I felt his tongue in my ass, then he worked his tongue down to where my cock was riding into Neil’s ass, slurping at the spot where my shaft slid into Neil’s stretched hole.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” I whispered into Neil’s ear.  He turned his head to mine, our lips brushing dangerously close to each other.

“Cum in my ass, dude.  I want you to, so bad.”  Those words – and Don’s insatiable lips and tongue working against my thrusting shaft – sent me past the point of no return.  I clamped my lips down on Neil’s mouth, and his tongue rose up to meet mine.  We made out like lovers as my dick gushed its load up into his butt.

I felt Neil’s ass clench around my dick and I realized he was cumming too, his load spreading out between our bodies and sticking us together.  Don ate the come that was dripping off of my balls and out of Neil’s raw hole.  Then he laid beside us, and we wrapped our arms around each other, all inhibitions thrown to the wind as we made out three ways.  I knew our life at college would never be the same.

***

We passed out at some point and awoke to the sound of Don’s parents entering the house.  The three of us sat up, looking around in terror.  We were spread out buck naked on the floor of the family room, covered in dried cum, the bottle of lube sitting next to us.  The room reeked of sex.

“Don…?” I heard, just before his dad’s head poked into the room.  His eyes widened as he registered what he was seeing.

“Jim?” Don’s mom said from the other room.  “Is Don here?”

“No…” he slowly said.  “He must be out with his friends.”  He turned back to us and his face spread into a conspiratorial grin.

“No worries, boys,” he whispered.  “I’ll keep her occupied while you get yourselves together and get out of here.”  He began to shut the door, but he must have noticed the looks on our faces because he stopped and laughed.  “It’s this heat,” he said.  “Makes everyone go a little crazy, eh?”

All we could do was nod our heads in shocked agreement.

I was taking a summer physics course to bone up on my skills and pass some time.  Campus is pretty deserted in the summer, and the mood is nice – quiet and serene.

There was this one guy who sat in the front row named Nick Anthony.  He was what you might call an oaf; a big, dumb jock with a thick neck and even thicker skull – a prime candidate for Rocks for Jocks (what people call the giveaway science prerequisite typically snatched up by athletes and underachievers) if there ever was one.

But Intro to Physics was where he’d somehow ended up, an unwitting cog in the machine that is a liberal arts education, trying to wrap his head around Newtonian mechanics and kinetic theory when I suspected he’d rather focus on the trajectory of a football sailing through the air.  He was trying so hard, intently taking notes as our professor explained equations on the board.  But you could tell it wasn’t getting through.

I stared as much as I dared.  He always wore athletic gear – thin white t-shirts that hugged his buff and beefy bod; blue silky track pants with buttons going down the sides.  A few times he wore a sleeveless Texas Longhorns shirt, and his arms were so tan and toned.  I lived for the days when he came in wearing his mesh basketball shorts – his ass flexing as he walked, his package flopping up front.  Jesus.  He had short dark hair and a stubbly face with sensuous lips.  I’m sure he had no trouble getting laid on a Saturday night, but physics just wasn’t his forte.

The prof and I had become friendly by the third week of the course.  He asked me if I’d consider tutoring Nick, and rack up some extra credit in the process.  I didn’t need the extra credit, but I enjoy tutoring – regardless of whether I’m fantasizing about the pupil sitting on my face – so I said yes.

We were formally introduced one day after class.  Nick shook my hand in his big paw, smiling.  He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and we walked out of class together.  I offered to meet with him that night, if he wanted.

“Well, yeah…but I got this girl I’m supposed to see…”

“Oh, no worries – if you got a girl.  We’ll do it some other night.”  He said tomorrow worked better – and I figured some lucky girl was going to be freshly fucked by then.

He lived with his parents in the suburbs, and took his mom’s Cavalier to my place.  He couldn’t have dressed any better – that goddamn sleeveless Longhorns shirt and mesh shorts.  I was dying.

I offered him iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table.  Now my place is pretty private.  And I guess I was a bit older and wiser than Nick – but only by a couple of years.  With that said, I never had a plan to seduce him.  At least not at first.

We started in on some equations.  He wasn’t getting it, and he began to get frustrated.  My place was hot and I didn’t have AC, so after a half hour I suggested we take a break and try to catch a breeze on my back deck.  Nick sat in my patio chair and downed the rest of his iced tea.

“So,” I said.  “You went out with your girl last night?”

“Yeah…wull, we didn’t really ‘go out,’ y’know?” Nick said, smirking at me to see if I got the gist.  I laughed.

“And you’d rather do that than work equations?  Unreal.”

Nick sighed.  “Man I really I hate this stuff.  I dunno why it’s supposed to be important,” he said.

“Well, truth is you’ll probably never use it ever again.  But it’s a requirement, right?”

“Yeah, coach says I have to get at least a ‘C.’  I dunno why I suck so bad.”

“You’ll get it.  Besides, it’s not that important in the grand scheme of things.  I’m sure there’s other stuff you’re much better at.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, giving me a sly lift of his eyebrows.  I thought, fuck it.

“So you’re a real stud, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling.

“I’m not surprised,” I said, leaning forward and putting my hand on his beefy thigh.  “You’ve got a really hot body.”  I boldly ran my hand up his shorts, almost caressing his balls before taking it back down.  His eyes just followed my hand, as if transfixed from the sensation.

“Bet you got a big cock, too,” I said, putting my hand on the front of his shorts.  His dick was half hard.  It jerked against my palm.  “Hell yeah, I knew it.”

Nick was clutching both sides of the chair as I stroked his cock through his slick black shorts.  And for the first time since I’d seen him, he came alive.  His breathing quickened, his body rose and fell with each breath.

I got down on my knees and pulled off his shorts.  I didn’t need to ask permission, his body language said everything – it was his clearest, most confident voice.  I slipped his briefs down his thighs and his huge, hairy schlong lurched out.  It was thick and stood up tall like a python.  He had a big sack of nuts that languidly draped over the space between his front and back ends.

“Fuckin nice dick,” I said, stroking it up and down, admiring it for the pure piece of beauty that it was.  It felt good to give him an honest compliment after all those strained attempts at mathematics.  Nick moved his hands up under his shirt, feeling his chest and tweaking his nipples.  “Take it off,” I said, helping him to pull his shirt over his head.  And so I had him completely naked, his hairy chest and rounded midsection looming over me, his dick like a monolith towering in front of my face.

I couldn’t help a little moan of satisfaction as I went down on him.  Nick involuntarily jerked upwards, sending his cock back into my throat.  It slid so easily back there.  Again and again, I slurped his cock all the way down to the root, and it was strangely effortless for such a big dick.  But I guess I was hungry.

Nick had his eyes closed, his head laid back and facing the ceiling.  Then he opened his eyes, took my head in his big hands and thrust his hips in and out, mindlessly fucking my throat.  I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie.  All Nick knew was that he had his dick in something warm and suction-y, and he was good to go.

I licked and sucked up his sweaty nuts, my tongue venturing to the surprisingly smooth space underneath.  I let his cock rest against my face, then ran my tongue up the side of it.  I kept going – trailing my tongue along his salty stomach and the smooth sides of his chest, finally closing my mouth around his neck.  I found his lips and sucked on those too, and Nick kissed back, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  It made my knees weak, it did.

When I came off and looked him in the face, Nick seemed a little addled.  Confused.

“Are you gay?” he said.

“Uh…”

“Cause you don’t, like, talk like a lady or nothing.”

“Huh,” I said, sitting back on my feet.  “No, I guess I don’t.  I just…enjoy doing this for guys sometimes.”

“Okay,” he said, apparently willing to accept that explanation for the time being.  His dick still throbbed against his stomach.  I took it in my hand.

“Have you ever had your ass ate?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“Stand up.  Brace yourself against the chair.”  His back was broad and muscular, with a smattering of hair on his lats.  And, sweet Jesus, his ass.  It was incredible – huge and firm, covered in a dusting of hair.  He arched his back, spreading open his cheeks to reveal a lightly hairy crack and a dank pinkish-purplish butthole.

“Brace yourself,” I said again, and dove in.  I buried my face in that butt, tonguing up and down his crack, squirming my tongue against that tight yet relaxed hole and jamming it inside.  Nick seemed taken aback at first, but he quickly adjusted, holding firmly onto the chair, which allowed me to push my whole face against his ass.  He was moaning, and from the way his asshole squinched and tightened I could tell he was still rock hard.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as I ate him out.

“You like it?” I asked.  It was an easy question; we both knew the answer.

“Uh huh,” he grunted.  It occurred to me that Nick wasn’t wired to think about complex things – he was an animal only programmed to react to external stimuli as best he could.

“Say, ‘Eat my fuckin ass.’”

“Oh, eat my fuckin ass.”

“Shit man, I want you inside me,” I said.  And from the look back he shot me I could tell that’d require some guidance.

I led him back into the kitchen, then ran and grabbed some rubbers from my nightstand.  “I want you to fuck my butt, man,” I said, stripping off my clothes.  I swept the books aside and laid back on the kitchen table, drawing my legs up to my chest and showing him my smooth and ready hole.  I’ve got a pretty sexy body – lithe and smooth and well taken care of, not that Nick necessarily noticed or cared.

But maybe he’d never fucked anyone in the ass before, because for a moment he just stood there, his dick hanging out in front of him like a truncheon, his puzzled eyes on me lying on the table.

“C’mere,” I said, and leaned forward, grabbing him by the cock and bringing him close to me.  I took the bottle of lube and slicked up his dick.  That he understood; he started fucking my fist like it was a reflex.  I lifted up my legs again and brought a dollop of lube to my butthole.  Now he was getting it.  I grabbed hold of his hips and positioned him at the entrance to my ass

“Go easy,” I said, knowing that it was falling on deaf ears.  Once his dick was against me, the blunt head of him getting massaged and drawn in by my tight, pulsing asshole, he was gone.  He sunk that fucking thing all the way inside me, inch by fat inch, until his balls were pressed tight against my ass.

“Uhhhh,” he moaned, looking me in the eyes as he inched right back out.  I was struggling a bit – it wasn’t often I got a ride on a dick of Nick’s size – and though he wasn’t ramming it in, he wasn’t being particularly gentle.  He was a stud jock with his cock in a nice, tight hole, and both of us knew how good that could feel.

It didn’t take long for the discomfort to pass.  And when all was said, Nick was a pretty amazing lover.  He fucked me with clean, even strokes; slow and steady but never timid or unsure.  His cock felt incredible inside me, sending me to a place beyond thought or control.  All I could do was let the sensation of it wash over me, and I wondered if this was how Nick felt day to day – just feeling, not thinking.  It wasn’t such a bad thing.

Nick was tweaking his nipples, watching his fat dick sink in and out of my tight butt.  I reached up and brought him down to me.  His mouth found mine and we made out as he continued to luxuriously split me in two.  He started to pay a little more attention to me, almost like the thrusting relaxed him and freed his mind to explore my body a little.  By now it was obvious that I was the first guy he’d ever messed around with.  He felt my smooth chest with his big hands, feeling down my stomach and even grabbing my cock for a few tentative strokes.

But I was too close to the edge for even that, and I knocked his hand away.  He grabbed me by the waist then, and I’m sure we looked like what you’d have seen if King Kong had fucked that blond chick.  He was a beast, a fucking machine, but he worked me over with a certain savage grace that had me panting.

“Shit man, I want you to cum all over my face,” I said.  He processed this immediately, sliding out of me and ripping off the rubber.  I slid down off the table and got under him, feeling up his tree-trunk thighs, running my hands to the twin boulders of his ass and drawing my fingers in his crack.  With my other hand I stroked my dick, acutely aware of the well-fucked feeling in my ass.  Nick’s breathing was so modulated, his body working in perfect harmony to bring himself to orgasm.  I pressed my finger to his butthole, and slowly slipped it inside.

His mouth dropped open.  His eyes shut tight, his forehead crinkled up.  In a matter of seconds he was shooting a heavy jet of cream that splattered across my face like paint on a Pollock canvas.  I lost it then too, my cum spurting up like a fountain out of the top of my fist and landing in between his big feet.  Nick grabbed my head and held me steady; the next shot went right into my mouth.  I opened up for him, taking more of his cream on my tongue.  With each shot, his butthole tightened around my finger.

“Fuh…fuh,” he grunted, looking down to see his dick spew in and on my face.  When he’d shot all he could, he leaned back against the wall, running his hands over his body, basking in his orgasm.

I grabbed a towel and cleaned him up.  I sopped up his dick and ball sweat, along with the lube and cum that still dripped from his floppy cock.  He lifted each arm dutifully, and I soaked up his underarm sweat.  That towel went unwashed for a good week or so afterward.

“Thanks, man,” he said to me.  And I thought, too much.

“Should we get back to work?” I suggested.

“Guess so,” he said, shrugging.

“You don’t have to put your clothes on…I mean, not if you don’t want to.”  The lovable oaf just smirked at me and put on his shorts.  I don’t think I could’ve focused on the material anyway.

We hit the books again.  It took another hour or so, but by the time night fell Nick was starting to get it.  It was pretty cool to watch his eyes light up, his obvious relief when it started to make some sense.

He thanked me again on the way out, and of course I thanked him right back.

“I’ll see you in class, and we’ll set a date for when you can come up again,” I said.

“To study,” Nick said, giving me that sly look again.

“What else?”  I replied.  Nick reached around me and grabbed my ass.  He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said, and I swooned a little, watching his muscular butt bounce as he walked to his car.  If nothing else, Nick had copious expertise in the subject of turning me on.  I was ready for him to teach me a thing or two.

Bradley went on AmateurFratDudez.com and looked at his self.  His perfect, almost-naked body, pictured there for the world to see, was posed right next to the perfect, almost-naked body of his best friend Joe.  The title of the video told the story in a nutshell: “Bradley Gets Fucked.”

He clicked through the pictures – he looked good.  Joe looked good.  Their impossibly muscled bodies, the result of so many hours in the upper campus gym, showed off well.

He wondered if Joe had seen their page since it had gone up last week.  They hadn’t talked about it since they’d done the shoot almost a month ago.  Bradley had been the experienced one, the star; having done several solo videos for the site before.  When he’d been offered a thousand bucks to go all the way with another guy, the only one he could imagine doing it with was Joe.

He’d been surprised to realize the money felt like both a reason and an excuse.

Bradley gazed at a shot of himself bent over, his plump ass cheeks wrapped around Joe’s big dick, a look of pained pleasure on his face.  Had it all been acting? There was no denying that getting fucked had made him cum hard and fast – the proof was on video.  And maybe he could rationalize by saying it was the Viagra, but truthfully, hadn’t there been more to it?  Was it just the newness of feeling something up your ass?  Or that fact that that something had been Joe’s cock?

Bradley rubbed his half-hard dick through his workout pants.  There was Joe, on the screen, with his tongue in Bradley’s ass.  Bradley took off his pants, got on his bed and threw his legs over his head.  And without even thinking, in the absent and unafraid way we do secret things when we’re alone, he wet the tips of his fingers in his mouth, brought them to his clean, slick asshole, and reminisced.

***

That Friday night, after the bars had closed, Joe drove the two of them back to Bradley’s place.  It was where they usually hung out, being that Joe still lived in the frat house.  Bradley had made some good money doing videos, and he’d been able to get his own apartment, off campus.

The silence in the car seemed to set things on edge.  They were alone, half-buzzed.  For Bradley, the time seemed right.

“So, have you checked out the site yet?” he said.  “They put up our video.”

“No shit,” Joe said, shooting Bradley a smile.  “How do we look?”

“Pretty fucking good, I think.”

“Man, that was so crazy.”

“I know.  But not too bad, right?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.”  Joe shifted gears.

“So did you get, like, turned on at all?”  Bradley asked.

“I don’t know.  I know it felt pretty good for me.  You got a nice, tight ass.”  They both cracked up.  “What did you think of it?”

“I kind of liked it,” Bradley said, maybe wanting to shock him a little.  “I don’t know…having your dick up my ass sorta did something to me.  It kind of felt good.”

“Well, there must be a reason gay dudes like it, right?”

“Yeah, for real.  You were, like, hitting a spot up there or something…”

They laughed again, and before any of it had time to sink in they were at the 24-hour beer distributor, picking up a case as they did every Friday out of habit.

The night was hot, and Bradley stripped to his underwear as soon as they got upstairs.  The apartment was quiet and fraught with a strange kind of tension.  Bradley went into his bedroom, pulled up the site and called Joe in.  He leaned over Bradley’s shoulder, and they looked at themselves on the website together.  Bradley could smell Joe’s cologne.

“Crazy shit, huh?” Bradley said once they got to the end of the preview pictures.  Joe sat on the bed.

“So you kind of liked it, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said, his hand idly dipping inside his underwear.  Joe had a huge smile plastered on his face.

“I’d fuck your ass again,” he said.

“I bet you would,” Bradley countered.  Joe just shrugged.  Bradley felt his dick starting to get hard.  “Actually, what felt the best was when you ate out my ass.”

“You liked that, huh?”  Joe said, standing up.  His fat shaft strained against the front of his shorts.  “I’d do that again, too.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, man.”

“You’re out of your fuckin mind.”

“Who cares?  We’re both horny.  Nobody’s gonna know.  We’ve done it before.”

“Yeah, for two thousand bucks,” Bradley said.  He knew he was protesting too much.  He couldn’t stop himself.

“Get up,” Joe said.  “Get on the bed.  I’ll eat you out, dude.”  Bradley chuckled, but he could tell Joe was serious.  So he shrugged, looked Joe in the eye challengingly, and pulled off his underwear.  He had a perfect ass, like a firm ripe peach.

“It’s clean at least, right?”  Joe asked.

“Yeah, fucker.  I just took a shower right before you picked me up.”  Bradley got on all fours on the bed, and presented his ass to his friend.  He kept his eyes down as Joe got behind him, took Bradley’s ass in his hands, and spread his cheeks open.  His butthole squinched uncontrollably.

Bradley half expected Joe to slap his ass and say the joke was on him.

But Joe didn’t hesitate.  He sank his face right into Bradley’s crack, his tongue going right for his bunghole.  Bradley gasped, and his cock spasmed.

“Oh, man.  Holy shit.”  Almost immediately he could feel that something was different from the last time.  Joe was eating him out like a starving man.  He licked and sucked Bradley’s ass with the enthusiasm of a guy who’s preparing something he’s going to stick his dick into; spearing his tongue straight inside, pressing the whole of his face until it was buried in butt.  His tongue did circles and divots in and around Bradley’s hairless, pink asshole, his lips smooching while his tongue darted in and out.

There weren’t any camera angles to worry about.  No one was watching, nobody had to see.  They could do whatever they wanted.

Bradley looked back and saw Joe fondling his hard-on through his shorts.  He thought about what he’d said earlier:  I kind of liked it.  You hit a spot up there. Had he revealed too much of himself?

When they’d fucked on film, it had been with a certain detachment.  They’d done what they had to do, gotten off, gotten paid.

But Bradley knew his friend’s reputation.  He’d heard Joe’s boasts that he could fuck all night, and moreover he believed them.  Now, it seemed like he was going to be on the receiving end of it.  Joe was going to have his way with him.  The thought of it was scary and thrilling.

Joe took off his shirt and undid the string in his shorts.  His heavy, uncut dick flopped out from a thatch of trimmed pubes, and bounced around as he slipped his pants off his feet.

Bradley flipped on to his back and drew his legs up to his chest.  He touched his hole and was surprised at how easily one of his fingers slid inside.

Joe laid his body onto his friend’s.  They crushed and ground their bodies together, their slab-like pecs and ripped abs pressing together, their pert nipples quickly catching on each other like pencil erasers.  Joe held Bradley’s legs up as he slid his fat peg back and forth against his hole.

He brought his face up close to Bradley’s, and for a moment Bradley thought they were going to kiss.  He was relieved when Joe turned to suck on his neck.  They had kissed in the video; that had been part of the deal.  Nothing about it had felt right.

Joe stood up, his heavy, leaking dick hanging like a baby’s arm from his body.  He grabbed Bradley by the thighs and scooted him to the edge of the bed, licked his hand, smoothed the spit on the end of his prick, and lined it up with Bradley’s soft anus.  He slowly applied pressure until Bradley relaxed, and about an inch sank inside. Bradley gasped and held his breath.

“My lube’s on the desk,” he said.

“Condom?”

“In the drawer.”  Joe grabbed it, lubed up his dick and then Bradley’s ass, slowly sinking his fat index finger inside.  Bradley moaned, relaxed, let the finger in.

Joe got back into position, sank the head of his dick back in and, unable to resist the exquisite warmth and tightness of his friend’s asshole, quickly horned the rest of his cock up Bradley’s butt, balls deep. Bradley looked at him with wide eyes.  He wasn’t in pain.  What was he feeling?

There was no pretense this time, they were fucking to fuck, to get off, pure and simple.  Joe pumped Bradley’s ass slowly at first, finding a rhythm, and then going with it.  When he’d fuck in all the way, his hips jammed tightly against Bradley’s ass and thighs, Bradley would feel something come over him.  It sent him outside of himself. He was stroking his still-rock-hard dick, but the pleasure wasn’t entirely there.  It was coming from the inside.

Joe fucked without thought, without mercy; he was a man with his dick in a warm hole, and Bradley knew how good that felt, and empathized.  What pleased Joe pleased Bradley, and there was no reason to wonder, no reason to be anxious or concerned.  They knew each other, they knew each other’s bodies.  They were both enjoying the fuck out of this.

“Fuck me man,” Bradley uttered, and Joe obliged, sinking all of his nine inches into his best friend’s beefy butt, feeling Bradley’s asshole clench him tight.

Bradley looked into Joe’s eyes.  Joe was a good guy, but he was also kind of a lunkhead.  To see him fuck, though, was to see him in his element.  He worked his body fluidly, looking for all the world like a man who was born to fuck.

Bradley knew he was going to cum in spite of any efforts he made to hold back.  “Fuck me man,” he said again.  “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” Joe said, his hands grasping Bradley’s legs, holding them in the air as he took his friend from above.  “I can go at any time, bro.”

“Cum with me, man.  Cum in my ass.”  Bradley’s hairless balls scrunched up high in their sack.  Joe banged and banged, sending it closer for Bradley each time. Bradley wasn’t even stroking himself, and suddenly his come was pumping, his load shooting out of his cock and landing on his sweaty stomach.  Joe reached down to help his buddy pump it out, but it was too late and too sensitive, and Bradley knocked his hand away.

“Holy fuck.  Holy fuck,” Joe said, staring into Bradley’s eyes.  Bradley sensed the pressure building, and then he knew that Joe was letting go, grinding high and deep and shooting his come into Bradley’s ass; cumming inside, the way it was supposed to happen – not with the forced coldness of an obligatory come shot.  Joe let go of his legs and fell down onto Bradley’s sweaty body, his dick still firmly planted in his rump.

So what was next?  There were no cameras to stop rolling, no lights to shut off; certainly no money to collect.  Bradley breathed with his friend, felt their come sticking them together.  This had really happened.  He ran his hand down his friend’s broad back, and he wondered, if they were to fall asleep like this, would it be okay?

The minute he steps onto the scene my mind scrambles, my tongue goes lagalagalag like something out of a cartoon.

He’s half-naked, his impossibly flawless and muscled torso swaying as he walks past me.  He wears a pair of black nylon shorts, the mounds of his plump butt practically bouncing as he walks.  He must have just finished running.

I’m not thinking anymore, I slam shut my book, stand up and begin to follow him.  He heads toward the rows of student apartments and I follow.  My body follows my mind, or maybe it’s the other way around.  I tell myself it’s criminal that young college guys should be allowed to walk around like this, that he shouldn’t have the right to do what he’s doing to me.

He walks steadily, looking back and forth.  And then he catches my vibe and glances back at me.  Christ he’s handsome, short black hair, beautiful face, totally masculine.  I stare back stupidly, unable to look disinterested, and his face registers something – does he sneer just slightly? – before turning back around.

I’m on a road to frustration and I can’t put on the brakes.

I follow him across the road, to a shady, tree-lined block.  There is nobody around but me and him.  He turns and heads up to his porch, his smooth legs flexing with each step.

So this is it, I figure; game over.  But he glances back at me again as he opens the door, just the slightest acknowledgement.  Then he is inside.  But he doesn’t shut the door behind him.

I stop in my tracks, staring up at his house.  My stomach wells up with fear and anxiety, and I start. up. his. steps.

My feet make the worst hollow wooden sounds on his porch.  Any minute now he’ll look out and say “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” But it doesn’t happen.

I look through his screen door.  It’s dark in there, but I can make out a hallway, a kitchen at the end of it.

Suddenly, a sound from a room on the right.  A little grunt, maybe a muffled moan.  I put my hand on the door handle, press the rusty button with my thumb.  It unlatches.  I pause…another grunt, this one more pronounced, breathier.

Sloooowwwly I push open the door, it creaks and squeaks.  If he’s going to catch me, it’s going to be now.

But still, nothing.

I step inside.  A weird vertigo overtakes me.  I can hear my heart, feel the pulse in my ears.  I let the door shut behind me and step toward the archway, where the sounds are coming from.  There’s a television – it must be the living room.  More sounds – rustling (nylon shorts), movement.

I step into the room.

He’s there.  Lying back on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes.  His other hand is in his shorts, working his dick.  Light from the window illuminates a sheen of sweat on his gorgeous body, the smooth muscles of his chest heaving, him laid out for me like a buffet on an old leather sofa.

I kneel down before him, running my hands up his warm legs.  He takes his hand out of his shorts, and drapes one arm over the other, shutting out the real world in favor of the fantasy.

I take his waistband and slide down his shorts.  This guy – this man – takes obvious pride in his body.  His stomach is golden brown, hairless, stretched taut between the bones of his pelvis.  His thatch of brown curlies are trimmed clean – but not too trimmed – his balls smooth as white chocolate, rolling against his thigh as I lift his legs, throwing his shorts to the side.

His cock – cut, but not scarred, and hard as a railroad spike – is fleshy, smooth, a throbbing lollipop.  It seeps against his stomach.

I lower my mouth and suck in each of his balls.  The taste is clean but sweaty, with just the slightest hint of cologne.  Jock frat boy college-age nuts.

The guy – in my mind, I name him Chris – breathes again, but never looks.  Slowly, I run my tongue up the salty succulence of his prick.  Everything reacts perfectly – his cock juts up right in time for my lips to catch it, and I wrap them around the slippy, musky-tasting head, swirling my tongue around to savor the taste.

Another groan, and I realize this isn’t going to last long, because it’s not about his pleasure.  It’s about getting off and getting away.  It’s about him putting his load, his desire, into me, so I can keep it like a secret.

I chug his cock in between my lips, taking it easily into my throat, sucking hard and soft and deep.  His cock is incredibly sensitive, all senses ablaze and aware like the electric flesh of a newborn baby, reacting to every motion of my lips, every slurp of my tongue.

I run my hands up his stomach, up his chest, and his body melts under my hands.  My head keep bobbing as I pinch his tiny tan nipples, making them harden into littler nubs, then running my hands back down, giving him a chill as I scrape my fingers down his sides, tickling his pelvis.

I flip him over onto his stomach, my hands turning him like a piece of wet clay on a pottery wheel.  His ass perts right there before me, smooth and cream-colored, just waiting to be charted, parted.  I spread open his cheeks, and bury my face inside.  My tongue goes right for his hole – and of course it is clean, but with a certain tang, sweaty and deep.

Chris gasps, takes in a sharp breath.  His ass is shaved completely smooth, and my mouth and tongue slide all over his derriere effortlessly.  Fucking gorgeous ass.  His knothole is relaxed, accommodating, and I shove my tongue inside as far as it can go.  Chris bucks back to meet it.

I prop him up on his knees and he spreads his ass for me.  The pose is unmatched – his head down, his broad back narrowing to a tight waist, flaying out again to his muscled buttcheeks, a deep depression going down the middle with a pink, pulsing hole in the center of that.  I bury my tongue back inside, working it strong, mashing, piercing through.

I reach below him and feel that he’s still rock hard.  I start jerking him off in earnest, and now his whole body gets into it, his hips bucking in rhythm, working his cock into my hand, then bouncing his asshole back against my tongue.

I get my index finger nice and slippy, then run it down his smooth, wet crack, pausing at the entrance to his hole.  Chris bucks back, and my finger goes inside him to the first knuckle.

This time, a whimper.

I slide more and more of my finger into that hot, sucking ass, and then it’s in to the last knuckle, squeezed inside him like a vice.  I have a feeling not much has been up that ass before.  Maybe his own finger when he was alone and particularly horny.  Maybe, but that’s it.

I keep jacking him, and now I’m like a Jack-U-Off machine, both of my hands working him over, finger fucking him and beating him off at the same time.  I start to put in another finger when I realize he’s about to lose it.  Quickly I move his leg and duck underneath his body.  My finger still plunging his asshole, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck it in.

“Uh, uh, UH!”  He groans with each jab of my finger, and – like a faucet has been turned on – he unloads right into my mouth.  Spurts of hot jock cream coat my tongue as I eagerly eat it down.  This is it, the only part of him I can really ingest, possess, and I drink down each spurt like a starving man.

When he’s done I stand up.  Chris – or whatever he’s called – keeps his head down in the couch cushions.  His body still heaves and I know it’s time to leave.  My purpose has been served.

I’m just an actor in this sick, stupendous world, and I have played my part.

The end.

“Vegas, baby!” McConnell yelled as we headed down the street.  It was the last night of our spring break adventure, and we were still ahead, money wise.  Earlier that night we’d managed to find the casino with the youngest crowd and the strongest drinks, so we were in a great mood and feeling no pain as we strode back to the hotel.

The trip had been a spur-of-the-moment thing for me and my best friend Teddy, an escape after being cooped up all winter at college.  At the last minute I asked McConnell to come along.  He was an older friend of ours, and though we weren’t really close, Teddy and I both liked him.  He was chill and easygoing; a tall, blond, strapping guy who attracted attention wherever he went.

In retrospect, I think I invited McConnell along as protection.  People say I’m attractive – I’ve got sandy brown hair and I work out to keep my body tight.  But Teddy was something special – a lacrosse player with a killer body, short dark hair and blue eyes.  Ever since I realized I was bisexual, he’d become my ultimate fantasy.  I wasn’t sure that I could handle being alone in a hotel room with him.  After all, you know what they say about Vegas.

***

We rolled into our hotel room and Teddy cracked open the champagne we’d brought for the occasion.  Then we spread ourselves around the living room area and toasted our success.

“It’s too bad we don’t have any ladies here to help us celebrate,” McConnell said, lying back on the couch.  “Wish I had someone here to take care of my dick, you know?”

I laughed nervously, but Teddy had a suggestion.

“Let’s order some porn off the TV,” he said, pouring himself another glass of champagne.  “At least we can get ourselves off, right?”

“That’s a fine idea, friend,” McConnell said.  He picked up the phone and ordered us a porno.  Teddy gave me a mischievous look and I smiled back.  We’d never done anything like this before, but Vegas had made us all a little uninhibited.

A few minutes later “Anal Cheerleader Gangbang” was playing on the tube and we were on our second bottle of champagne.

“Damn…this is some good stuff,” McConnell said, his hand lightly grazing the growing bulge in his jeans.  I could tell that Teddy was feeling it too by the way he shifted in his seat.  The sexual tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I don’t know about you guys,” McConnell finally said, “but I could sure use some release, if you know what I mean.  You guys mind?”  He started unbuttoning his jeans.

“No, man,” Teddy said nonchalantly.  “Go right ahead.”  McConnell reached his hand into his briefs and pulled out the biggest, thickest dick I’d ever seen in my life.

“Wow,” Teddy said, blatantly checking out McConnell, who just smiled back at him.

“Big, huh?” he said, holding it for us to see.  He hefted out his hairless balls and stroked his dick’s towering length.

“Holy shit,” Teddy said.  We shared a look of amazement before turning back to McConnell’s huge cock – it was hypnotic.

“Why don’t you fellas join me?” McConnell said, lifting up his legs and slipping off his jeans and underwear.  When I saw Teddy start to take off his pants I did the same.  I’d seen Teddy naked plenty of times, but to see him in this state, erect and excited, was another matter entirely.  We were all checking out each other’s bodies shamelessly.

We stroked our dicks for a while, keeping one eye on the movie and the other eye on each other.  McConnell seemed to soak up the attention we were giving to his big dick.  He started showing off – teasing his balls and letting his hog heave in the air, lightly brushing his fingers up its length until it was visibly throbbing.

Then McConnell reached over, took Teddy’s hand, and guided it right to his massive slab.  Time seemed to stand still.  I was shocked when Teddy wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking it up and down, exploring it with a kid’s fascination.  McConnell put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes as Teddy played with his cock.

Watching them, I started to feel jealous.  It was as if Teddy had forgotten I was in the room.  Just then, McConnell opened his eyes and nodded to me, motioning with his head for me to come over.

I stood up and moved to the floor in front of him.  Tentatively, I took the base of McConnell’s cock in my hand.  It felt like an iron bar, only hot and alive.  Teddy and I stroked him together.

The atmosphere in the room was electric as Teddy and I worshipped McConnell’s dick, feeling his balls and running our hands up his tight, muscular body.  Then, Teddy put his head down and slid the tip of McConnell’s cock into his mouth.  McConnell groaned.  He put his hand on Teddy’s head and guided it down as Teddy swallowed his shaft.

“Fuck yeah, buddy, that’s the stuff,” he said.  I couldn’t believe I was watching my best friend suck a dick – it was almost too much.  He worked it in and out of his mouth as best he could, his lips stretching to accommodate McConnell’s girth.  Then he came up catching his breath, and held out McConnell’s dick for me.

“Yeah, let your buddy give it a try,” McConnell said.  I leaned forward and slid that hot pole along my face before wrapping my lips around the head, sliding its sweaty salty thickness into my throat as far as I could take it.

Teddy got down on the floor and we took turns going down on our friend’s huge prick.  McConnell was voicing his appreciation as we bobbed on his johnson like a couple of cock-hungry whores.  I looked over to Teddy and saw that he was as hard as I was; his slender, uncut dick jutting like a thick peg from a soft thatch of black pubes.

McConnell grabbed us each by the back of the head, positioning our mouths on either side of his fat pole.  We wrapped our lips tight to either side his shaft as he began to rock his hips, fucking his dick in between our mouths.

He fucked harder and faster, his balls drawing tight to his body.  Naturally, Teddy’s mouth and tongue started to make contact with mine, and just when I thought McConnell was going to cum, he took his dick from between our lips and pressed our heads together.

It was kind of a shock at first, but then Teddy and I were making out, our tongues writhing for position in each other’s mouths as we gave ourselves over to it.  We lay on the floor and pressed our bodies tightly together as we kissed.  Teddy grabbed my ass, grinding his slick boner against mine.

“That’s the way, boys,” McConnell said.  He sat back on the couch.  “Have at it.”  It was like the years of sexual tension between Teddy and me were all being released in one intense instant while McConnell watched.  Teddy flipped around on top of me and we sixty-nined.  I lifted my head to take Teddy’s succulent prick in my mouth.  After McConnell’s monster, sucking Teddy was a breeze – I ate it like a popsicle, sliding it all the way down my throat until my nose was nestled in his ball sac.

Teddy sucked my dick eagerly, our bodies heaving as we sucked more and more urgently.  I felt Teddy lapping at my balls, and then his tongue slid beneath them and he pressed the tip of it to my asshole.  I nearly had a heart attack – I’d never felt anything like it before.  Teddy started eating me out, burying his face into my butt, his tongue working around and around my butthole before plunging inside as far as it could go.

I looked up at Teddy’s smooth ass spread out above me, so firm and inviting.  I parted his cheeks to reveal his tight, clean hole, then I put my face right in it, slathering my tongue against my best friend’s butt, the two of us lost in an ass-eating sixty-nine.

“Fuckin hot,” McConnell drawled.  I could hear him beating off.  Teddy got in between my legs and raised them up in the air, his face diving right back into my ass. When he pressed a finger to my butthole my hungry ass swallowed it right up.  He worked another one in, finger-fucking me in between eating me out.  I heard McConnell open his bag, and when I looked up, he was holding out a bottle of lube.  He smiled at me.

“You gonna take your buddy’s dick for him?” he asked.  I nodded.  Teddy watched me as he lubed up my asshole and his cock.  The connection between us was strong and unspoken.  We both wanted this, perhaps had wanted this all along.

He pressed the blunt head of his cock to my hole and just rested it there for a minute.  It felt so good that I had to push back, and when it sank inside I got a jolt of pain.

“Steady, there,” McConnell said.  I lay still for a minute, feeling my ass relax around his dick.  Slowly, Teddy started working more inside.  In an instant the painleft, and I grabbed hold of his tight ass, guiding the rest of his dick inside me.

Teddy held my legs in the air as he fucked me, working his slim hips in fluid motions.  I couldn’t believe my best friend was laying pipe into my ass.  Teddy lay down on me and as we kissed he deep fucked me with long strokes, his balls wetly slapping my ass with each thrust.  I bucked back into him, loving the feel of his cock in me.  It felt like it was meant to be there.

Teddy took my cock in his hand and started jerking me off, our rhythm getting faster and more intense.

“Slow down there, buckaroos,” I heard McConnell say.  We stopped, our bodies heaving together.  “Mind if I get in on this?”

He stood astride my head, and I looked up at his firm butt.  Though the rest of his body was golden tan, his ass was still a soft white.  He crouched down, giving me the hottest view his spread-wide pink asshole before sitting on my face.

I ate him out with pleasure.  McConnell worked his ass against my mouth, humping his hole onto my tongue, pinching my nipples and moaning lustily.  I felt Teddy begin to work his dick in and out of me again, and then I realized that he was sucking McConnell’s cock while he fucked me.  McConnell was like the king, and we were like his horny servants.

McConnell rose from my face so that I could suck on his salty balls and run my tongue up the base of his shaft.  Teddy leaned forward and kissed me, and the taste of McConnell’s cock and ass mingled in our mouths before McConnell sat back down on my face.

When somebody started working my dick again I knew it wasn’t going to be long.  Teddy fucked me with long, smooth strokes, and I felt my load rise and rise until I could no longer hold out.  I made muffled moans into McConnell’s pulsing ass as my load rose from my balls and shot out of my dick in thick arcs.

At the same time, Teddy started to groan.  He made one final push deep into my ass and held it there as his hot load shot deep inside me, his hands tight around my waist, his moans muffled from McConnell’s cock in his mouth.

McConnell got up and Teddy lay down on me, kissing me as my load spread between our sweaty bodies.  We looked up at McConnell who was kneeling over us, groping his balls as he stroked his big dick.

“Gonna cum boys, you want it?”  At that moment, there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to eat some hot come.  Teddy and I opened our mouths in anticipation.  McConnell’s groans grew louder and louder, until ropes of thick white jism started issuing from his dick like shots from a water cannon.  They landed on our faces and tongues as we strived to suck it down.

When he was finished, Teddy and I shared his load between us, noisily sucking down the sweet nectar, our bodies still held close.

***

I woke up the next morning still on the floor with Teddy.  What would come next?  Maybe we were going to pretend that nothing had happened.  Maybe it had all been a huge mistake.

I raised my aching head and saw McConnell, passed out buck-naked on the couch, his cock hard and throbbing against his tight stomach.  Teddy stirred beside me.  We looked at each other for one tense moment, and then he brought his face to mine and we started kissing.  We got so lost in it that we didn’t even notice when McConnell woke up.

“Morning,” he said, taking his morning wood in his hand and holding up in the air.  “Would either of you be so kind as to help me get this load off before we catch our plane?”  Teddy and I smiled at each other, then got in between McConnell’s legs.

“Glad to know you boys are still on the level,” McConnell said as we worked on his meat.  ”No need to hold back.  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas; isn’t that what they say?”

I’m a big slut. Who cares? I like having sex and I protect myself. I’m out to spread the love. Some people would say I’m a seducer, but the truth is that you can’t make somebody do something they don’t want to do—they have to be willing. I just give them that extra nudge in the right direction.

So I was walking through campus the other day on my lunch break (now that I have a respectable job and life and everything, I get to take as long of a lunch break as I want), and I was using the time today to pick through the trash that the students had thrown out at the end of the semester. There was a lot of it. Kids are wasteful.

There was a pile of junk sitting in front of a big stone apartment house. As soon as I approached it I caught the unmistakable scent of Nag Champa incense wafting out of an open, first-floor window. They say that smells are stored in long-term memory and can easily trigger deep emotions. Well, the smell of that incense took me right back to my college days, and cast the beautiful sunny spring day in an entirely different glow.

I started rummaging through the stuff – mostly busted Ikea furniture and beer bottles. I could hear some faint music coming from the window–it sounded like the Dead–and then I heard a voice.

“Hey man, you trash picking?” I looked up, and saw a college guy in the window. He looked older, mature. He had a handsome face and a scruffy goatee.

“Yeah, I’m just looking around.”

“Well I’m moving out tomorrow and I got a bunch of stuff up here I want to get rid of, if you want to check it out.” He went around and opened the door for me. “It’s up in my room, c’mon,” he said, and started up the stairs.

He wore a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt, and the clothes hung very well off of his body. He was a sexy young guy. I stared at his butt as we crested the stairs and went into his room.

He had most of his stuff packed up, but he pointed to a pile of junk sitting against the wall. “I’m getting rid of all that, take what you want.” He sat down in a creaky chair. There was a set of bongos beside him. A stick of incense jutted out from a crack in the window frame, the smoke roping off into the hazy sunlight that streamed underneath a tapestry he’d hung up as a curtain.

I looked at his stuff for a moment then I noticed that he was packing up a pipe. He was sitting so comfortably in the chair, his sexy legs spread, his arms and chest relaxed. He put the pipe to his mouth and the weed crackled as he sucked in a hit. He held it in. The smell of the weed hit me then, and at that moment I felt like I’d never left college.

“You want a hit?” he said, holding it out to me. There was something almost naive about the way he asked it. Did I look like a 29-year-old university drone on his lunch break? It didn’t matter to this guy. I was somebody to get high with.

“Sure,” I said, and reached for the pipe. I hadn’t smoked weed in two years, but it all came naturally. I sucked in the smoke, and almost immediately felt it in my brain – that giddy, fluttery sensation.

We passed it back a few more times while I pretended to look at his stuff. In reality I was thinking, “What the fuck am I doing, I’m getting high and I have to be back at work in an hour.” Then another part of me said, “Who the fuck cares? You’ve been an adult for way too long. Take the rest of the day off.”

The guy, as if reading my last thought, motioned toward his bed – an almost-bare mattress that sat on the floor. I took a seat.

“Forest,” he said, passing me the pipe. He held out his hand and I shook it. “Carl,” I said. “Nice to meet you.” We made some small talk. I found out that he’d just graduated, after six years. He had an unconscious sensuality about him, and I found myself looking at his golden thighs, wondering what lay up his baggy shorts.

The pipe was done. “So, do you see anything you want?” he asked, motioning toward his pile of junk. It was an innocent question, but I gave him a look.

“No, not over there,” I said. I leaned back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. “Man, weed always makes me so horny. You know what I mean?”

Something flickered across his face, like a realization. “Yeah,” he said, nodding at me.

Everything added up – the way he’d invited me inside, the way he was sitting, how he’d offered me weed. I knew what was going to happen – I was sure of it – and so I got bold.

“Have you been out in the sun a lot?” I said, and I cupped his calf muscle in my hand. “Your skin is really tan.” I moved my hand slowly up his leg. Forest watched it.

“I like to lay out on the roof sometimes,” he said.

“Do you wear your shorts? You’re even tan on your thighs,” I said, moving my hand up further still.

“Sometimes,” he said. My fingers went past his shorts, grazing the inside of his thigh.

“So you’re really horny,” he said, giving me a slight smile.

“Yeah,” I said. I lifted up his shirt, my hand stopping at the top of his shorts. “Is this okay?” Forest just shrugged. I unbuttoned them and unzipped his fly. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He lifted up his ass to help me take him off, and there, on his stomach, lay nine inches of hard hippie meat. “Fuck yeah,” I said, and lifted it up. It was huge. Forest’s mouth opened, his breath came ragged. I looked into his eyes as I slid his cock between my lips.

Forest moaned. The flesh of his cock was like silk in my mouth, I could taste the dewy freshness of the pre-come oozing from the tip. I bobbed up and down, feeling him get harder with each pass. Then I made my way down to his heavy balls. The musky smell from his crotch was turning me on more. I licked his balls, running my tongue against the space underneath them.

“Hey man, did you ever have anybody eat your ass?” I asked.

“No.”

“Want me to?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking off his shirt. “Shut the door, would you? My roommates might come home.” I stood up, my dick painfully tenting out the front of my pants, and shut his bedroom door. He had slipped his shorts off of his feet, and now stood there in all his glory. He had a perfect body, with a smattering of hair on his lean, well-formed chest and tight stomach.

“Bend over the chair,” I instructed. “Put your knees up on it. Spread your ass out – yeah, like that.” His virgin ass was beautiful, with just a thin line of light brown hair and a slick, pink hole. “Jerk yourself off while I do it, it feels incredible that way.”

“Ok,” he said, taking hold of his big dick. I started by licking around the rim of his hole. His reaction was immediate and intense – you would have thought somebody had given him an electric shock. What’s more, as I pressed my face tighter into his butt and ground my tongue against his quivering hole, I could feel his perineum tightening and hardening. His cock was getting harder and harder the more I ate him out.

“Do you like it?” I asked him.

“Holy shit, man, that feels incredible.”

“Mmmmm, your ass tastes so fuckin good…” It did, it was clean and relaxed. I started grinding my tongue in as far as it could go. Forest had his back arched, trying to spread as wide as he could so I could get more in.

I ducked down and got my head underneath him. Licking his balls and running my tongue up his shaft, I took his rock-hard prick back into my mouth. While I was sucking him, I traced a finger up his sack and placed it against his well-lubed butthole. Slowly, I slid it inside.

“Oh fuhhh,” he muttered, smooshing his face against the back of the chair. His ass was hot and hungry, tight but willing to accommodate. I managed to jam two fingers inside there, and he was still hard as a telephone pole, his piss hole issuing lots of sweet juice that I ate eagerly.

“Man, I can’t believe you’ve never had anything up that hot ass, dude,” I said when I came up.

“Me neither.” I spied an empty beer bottle sitting on the window sill. Forest, still jerking his cock, garnered my intentions and gave me a look. “I dunno man, I dunno about that…”

“Aw, we can just put it in a little bit. C’mon, man, nobody’s around. Nobody’s ever gonna know.” I knocked his hand away and took up his cock stroking. Forest moaned, and arched his back again. “Get this wet,” I said, putting the bottle in front of his face. Forest looked at it, then he took it into his mouth. He sucked it like he was sucking a cock – or maybe that wasn’t what he was thinking of, but he was definitely getting off on the thought of having something inside of him. He slathered his lips and tongue up and down neck of the bottle, sucking on it and really getting into it. When he’d gotten it nice and sloppy, I took it from his mouth and pressed it to his asshole.

“Just relax, let it in.” Forest rocked his hips fluidly, jabbing his ass against the rim of the bottle. The feeling of it seemed to agree with him, and he pressed harder against the smooth glass rim. I held it firmly in my hand, and the pressure grew until his ass opened up and gobbled part of it inside.

“Ah! Oh!” Forest moaned, and the sound echoed in his nearly empty room. The pain seemed to fade quickly, and in no time I was sliding the rest of the bottle neck into him, while he pressed back to meet it. Soon it was all inside.

Forest relaxed then, letting his body slacken but keeping his booty upright.

“Does that feel okay?

“I’ve never felt anything like it,” he gasped.

“Keep jerking yourself off.” I slowly slid the bottle out.

“Holy shit…” Gently I pressed it back inside. “Auhhh…auhhh…I think…I’m gonna cum…” I was full-on fucking him with the bottle now, giving his hungry virgin ass exactly what it needed. Forest was still hard, but it was a slacker hard than it had been before. I guessed that most of his concentration was on what he was feeling up his butt, and that the cumwould issue naturally from that. Suddenly I got an urge.

“I want you to cum on my face,” I said, getting underneath him. Still, I held on to the bottle, wrapping my arm around his hips so I could suck and fuck him at the same time.

Forest looked down at me as I jerked off his dick in front of my face. His face was screwed up, red; he was panting and his mouth hung open. He was beyond control, it was pure pleasure run amock.

For some reason, I wanted to bathe myself in his come. I thought it would be like a baptism, his fresh college load coating me, making me new.

“Oh…shit…” he said a word each time I pumped the bottle in to him. “Going…to…cum…fuck…Ahhh!” A thick spurt of cream streamed over my head, some of it landing on my face. I stuck out my tongue to catch more. It was sweet and delicious, and it seared my forehead, cheeks and chin. Forest watched me the entire time, still bucking back on the bottle, his load just spilling out of him effortlessly.

Then he moved his body down mine and put my face next to his. Before I could react he was kissing me, running his tongue along my face to taste his load, putting it back in my mouth so that we were eating his come together. I wrapped my arms around his heaving flesh, his smooth skin, his taut waist and firm ass, the bottle still lodged inside of it.

“I always wanted to experiment with a guy, I just never got the opportunity,” he said when we’d gotten up.

“Now you have.”

“I have you to thank.” We heard voices downstairs. His roommates were home. He kissed me again, and left the room to distract them. I managed to slip down the steps and out the back door.

Going back to work was hardly an option. I had the whole day to myself, I was free. It was a beautiful feeling.