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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Seann.  Not too bad,” I said.

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

“What is it…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I said.

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

“It’s not that big,” I said.

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

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

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

“You…used it?”

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

“Wow,” I said.

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright bro, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I gotta cum, Seann.  I’m cumming.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I worked with this guy who said nobody’d ever been able to give him an orgasm.

“That’s bullshit,” I said.  “Only women have never had orgasms.”

No, he said.  He’d had orgasms from jacking off, but he didn’t enjoy jacking off.  And though he’d had his fair share of sex, he could never come from it.

I ordered us up another beer.  He admitted that he hadn’t had an orgasm in all of two years.

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” I told him, and I meant it.  I mean, here was this hot young guy in his mid-twenties, and you’d just assume he was getting his rocks off on a regular basis.  He was a little blond stud, with a smooth, toned swimmer’s build, a choir-boy face with clear blue eyes and a killer smile.  He was a fine specimen of manhood.  But he couldn’t get off, and he didn’t know why.

The thing about this particular guy – Kip – is that I’d had the hots for him ever since he’d started waiting tables at the restaurant.  He came across as straight … but not straight enough, at least to my trained eye.  I’m head chef, and a couple of times I’d almost cut off a finger, staring at his hot little ass running in and out of the kitchen.  Finally, I’d invited him out for a beer and started grilling him on his personal life.  And what was I coming up with?  He’d had sex, but he’d never had an orgasm from sex.

He’d slept with girls, but he’d never had a girlfriend.

And – jackpot – he’d messed around with guys, “but never below the waist.”

Never below the waist?  That threw me for a loop.

“He was my best friend,” he explained.  “He and his girlfriend invited me to . . . you know . . . join in, one night.” He was all about fucking the girl, but when it came to his buddy, he wanted wasn’t sure if he could deal with all that that entailed.  “So we kept it above the waist.  We kissed and everything, and it was hot.  I felt closer to him afterwards.”

Kids today, I’ll tell you — somethin else.  But I had a little surprise up my own sleeve.  I’m a tough-looking Italian dude in my late thirties, with a barrel chest covered in tattoos.  People assume I’m straight.  What can I say?  I’ve got a big set of balls and an even bigger attitude.  I can be pretty forward when I want to be.

I said, “I bet I could give you an orgasm.” Kip was so shocked he nearly sent a mouthful of beer across the bar.  I just slapped him on the back and laughed.

I told Kip how much I liked eating ass.  I asked him if he’d ever been eaten out.

“No . . . ” he said, but more than that, I could tell it was something he’d never even fathomed.

“I could do it all night,” I said.  “Eat ass, I mean.”

“Really?” he said, a glimmer in his eye.

“Want to find out?”

For a guy who supposedly doesn’t enjoy sex, Kip didn’t take much persuading.

“Sex makes me nervous,” he’d said.  I told him it wouldn’t be sex; we could just beat off together.

Plenty of porn at my place, I said.  We could just put some on, lay back and stroke it.  Just come back to my place.

“All right,” he said.  We got out of the bar real quick and rode off in my truck.  The ride was a treat, for sure. The anticipation was palpable.  By the time we pulled up to my house I’d soaked a wet spot through my chef’s pants.

I threw on some porn and took a seat beside him on the couch.  As the movie kicked into gear, I reached over and felt what he had going.  Wonder of wonders:  the boy was already rock hard.

“Good movie,” Kip explained.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, and pulled him toward me.  I’m not sure why — maybe all that pent-up come went into his brain and out his lips — but that boy could kiss!  Kip held on to my shoulders as I shoved my tongue into his mouth.  I could’ve made out with him forever, but eventually we had to move onto more important business.

“Take out your dick,” I said. “Let’s beat off.”

I was moving carefully.  I felt like I was taking his virginity, after all.  I didn’t want to fuck it up by going too fast.

But, good Lord, once I saw the monster cock on him it was all I could do not to impale my throat on it.  It looked like it was carved out of ivory, thick as a baby’s arm and twice as long.  For him not to use that beauty to full capacity was a damn shame, and I pledged to myself that by the end of the night we’d have him all fixed up.

I’m no slouch in the cock department, myself, so I gave Kip a nice little show of sliding off my undies and pulling on my big bull balls.

He was fascinated. “Your nuts are huge,” he said.

“They’re brewing one hell of a load right now,” I said.  “Feel how heavy they are.”

He hefted them in his hand, and I’ll be damned if his own cock didn’t pulse a little.  My mission to pump a load out of Kip was off to a good start.

I sat back on the couch and rested my big, hairy thigh against Kip’s lanky leg.  Kip had his hand wrapped as far around his thick pole as it could go. It stood up hard and proud from a nest of blond pubes.  He teased the head, squeezing out drops of precum and using them to lubricate his shaft.

I kept a steady, slow rhythm on my own fat hog, tickling underneath my hairy balls.  I reached over and felt Kip’s smooth chest with my rough palm.  I tweaked his pink nipples and pulled him toward me, bringing our mouths together.

We kept it above the waist for a while longer, pulling on our respective puds and sucking each other’s lips and tongues.  But I couldn’t resist his tool for long, so I palmed his piece and gave it a healthy stroke.  Kip didn’t resist.  In fact, he moaned into my mouth.

I squeezed that thick throbbing dick in my hand, jacking it slowly, while I fondled his quivering balls.  I put my palm up to my face and spit in it, got his shaft all nice and slick.  My fist moved up and down his cock like a well-greased piston.

But that fat tool was just too hot, so I took a quick dip down and licked the precome off the tip.  Very sly.  Kip gasped, but he didn’t resist, so I went right back down and wrapped my lips around the throbbing head of his cock.  Slowly, I slid his hot slab into my mouth, taking it all the way down my throat.  When my nose was buried in his pubes, I used my tongue to massage his shaft.

“Feel good?” I asked when I came up for air.

“Yeahh,” he said, his pale blue eyes rolling back in his head.  I bobbed on his prick a few more times, feeling Kip relax underneath me.  He spread his legs, and when I reached down to feel his balls, he raised his hips and my fingers slipped down to the space underneath them.

I backed off.  Kip stared down at me, on the verge of revelation.  “I usually get distracted when I have sex.  I guess right now I’m just really horny . . .” He didn’t need to elaborate.  I knew what he was thinking, what he really wanted.  I couldn’t wait to give it to him.

“So, Kip,” I said, “you want me to eat out your ass?”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess so,” he said, trying his damnedest to be calm and impassive, but the turn-on was written all over his face.  His ass was his final frontier, the forbidden zone.  Just the thought of my tongue in his hole had him ready to come.

“Get up on your knees,” I said.  “Let me see your ass.  Yeah, spread ‘em.  Fuck, that’s a nice hole!”  It sure as hell was.  A tight pink pucker with just the lightest dust of blond hair.  A feast the likes of which even my cooking skills couldn’t equal.  I couldn’t wait to chow down.

Kip was beside himself.  Just spreading his hole open for me had him in a lather.  I pulled his tight ass cheeks apart and ran my tongue around the outer ridge of his smooth hole.  Kip jumped, so I grabbed his hips to keep him steady.  I swirled my tongue around and around his squinch.

Finally I dove in, spearing his tight pucker with my rough tongue.  Kip whimpered and nearly collapsed into a heap of sexed-up goo.

I made a feast of that ass, burying my face in it, using my whole tongue to lick up and down his crack and darting it in and out of his butthole.  Sometimes Kip would tighten up and jerk his cock real hard, other times he’d let go and my tongue would slide as far in to his loose-as-a-goose hole as it could.

Inevitably, as they say, the worm turned.  Kip was humping my face like he’d been transported to another world.  Distracted?  No fucking way.  His butthole had loosened up to the point where, when I daintily placed the tip of my finger against it; his ass just gobbled it up.  Kip pushed back until all four inches of my fat finger were inside.

Two fingers in and he was bucking like a bronco. It was time to see if I could give him something more.  I lined my cockhead up against his pucker.  When Kip felt the blunt end of my tool poking him, his arms collapsed beneath him.

“You want my cock in your ass?” I asked politely.

“Umuhmuh,” he moaned into the couch cushion, and backed his ass into me.

“Whoa, bucko,” I said, pulling back.  “Almost swallowed me.”

I slid on a rubber.  I greased myself up good, even though his hole was slick enough to take me without it.  I slid inside him, inch by inch, and felt that boy’s tight tunnel devour every inch of my fat cock.  Kip didn’t even have a hand on his rock-hard prick by this point.  I reached down and felt him.  He was oozing precome like yolk from a leaking egg.

I stuck it in him to the hilt, my warm balls squeezing against his ass.  He was spreading as wide as he could, eager to accommodate.  I pulled back, feeling his tight chute caress my prick.  When the fat head of my cock was just inside, I shoved my whole hog right back into him.  Kip groaned.

I steel-rodded him good and hard, and he gave it right back to me with every thrust.  I leaned over and fucked into him, rubbing my hairy chest against his smooth, muscular back, slapping my balls against his. His asshole took my cock like it was meant to be there.

I wanted to give Kip the ride of his life, so I laid back on the couch and stuck him right on top of me.  Kip braced himself, and I grabbed the flesh on his thin hips and fucked him like I owned him.  I shoved him up and down on my pole, forcing my cock deeper and deeper.  He was bouncing up and down on my rod like a horse on a carousel.  I took his pole in one hand and his thick balls in the other, and I pumped his cock ever so gently.

I must have hit the spot, because I was barely stroking his cock when the come started flying.  I mean flying.  I literally fucked the load right out of him. With each thrust of my tool into his pretty little ass, another stream of cum flew out of his cock and onto my couch, my hair, my face, his face, everywhere.

He was nearly crying with pleasure.  My own load shot at some point, but I was barely paying attention.  I’d found the magic button. I’d released Kip from his plight — and that was payoff enough.

***

I’ve been pushing Kip’s button quite a lot since that first night.  Now that he can get off with another person, he just can’t get enough.

The next time was in the cooler at the restaurant.

Kip was all stressed out from waiting tables.  To tell you the truth, I needed a little workout myself.  I gave him a salami to bite down on before sliding my own salami between his cheeks.  I’ve become something of his own private dildo, and I can’t say that I mind.  When Kip needs something to sit on, I’m there for him.

I even helped him test out some toys he could use when I was out of town.  I laid him back on his bed and shoved each one into his hole while he groaned and ground to his heart’s content.  I got so hot I had to help myself to the other end of the foot-and-a-half long double-dong I’d bought.  We lay back on his bed, pounding our asses together onto the dong, jacking ourselves until our loads coated our chests.  We’d have been quite a sight.

I’ve even let Kip have a go at my big butt a couple of times.  I need it too, sometimes, you know.  And you never would have guessed, but young Kip unleashed a load into my ass without any anal stimulation of his own whatsoever — just like the stud I always knew he could be.

I was so proud I could’ve cried.

But you know, I figure it’s my duty to help poor, unfortunate souls like Kip. That’s just the kind of guy I am.

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.

I remember the apartment, as dirty as it was.  It was actually a house, in a row of houses, in a section of the city that could only be described as the college ghetto.  We had a filthy couch and other disused furniture clogging up the porch.  The screen door was broken, so somebody had torn it off and set it next to the door. The mailbox swung from a rusty nail.

Inside, it had the distinct smell of cigarettes and fried food.  The cigarette smell was from all of us, but the fried food smell was a symptom of Darrin’s eating habits.  He didn’t eat vegetables, and he didn’t know how to cook, so when he ran out of money for take out, he just threw shit into a deep fryer, until the whole place would fill with smoke, and you felt like you were breathing grease.

Yeah, the place was definitely lacking in some areas—the walls had their share of holes, punched in during various drunken rages, and the carpet was a cesspool of cigarette remains and God knows what else; but the place had character.  It wasn’t our first college apartment, but it felt like the first semi-functional and comfortable household we’d been in since we’d came to State University.

As for what happened there…well, let’s just say that the reason the place holds such an exalted place in my mind is largely due to what went on there among me and my friends.  In a lot of ways, 428 College Street changed my life.

***

I had lived in the dorm my first year of college, with Darrin.  I guess we fancied ourselves outcasts in our little suburban hellhole of a hometown we grew up in, which really didn’t change that much after we got to college.

To say our room was small would be to understate the situation.  We had to walk over each other to move around.  Life in the dorms was so bizarre—like some weird youth experiment, an extension of the animal experimentation going on in other parts of the University.  Everyone crammed into these little rooms, in these huge buildings—maximizing your social interaction, but minimizing your privacy.

It was by virtue of the dorm experience that we met Randy.  Darrin and I had been smoking on the huge patio underneath the dorm towers, when this brash guy came up to us and asked for a cigarette.  He was a character.  He talked a lot.  But I warmed up to him, and so did Darrin, and before you knew it we had a new friend.

Randy lived in the dorms, too, and he hated his roommate.

“Computer nerd,” he said.  “He just sits around all day in front of the computer, waiting for me to leave so he can beat off.”  It started out that Randy would just crash on the floor after we’d been drinking.  Then he brought a sleeping bag and pillow, then he just moved in.

That first year was a mess of trying to navigate both school and a whole new social order.  With Randy around, things started to make sense.  Not only did we have a crew, but Randy was a motivator—he made us get out and do things.  We started following the flow of people streaming out of the dorms and looking for parties in the south end of town.  Randy was a treasure in times like that—he was crafty and he was charming.  We’d usually end up getting in and drinking all night without ever paying $3 for a cup.

Darrin was just as indispensable—the monthly allowance his parents gave him meant that we could afford essential things like weed and the occasional drug trip.

Where we didn’t get along fine was meeting other people.  Randy was pretty vocal about wanting to get laid, and I was definitely up for meeting other people, but in all honesty we were pretty clueless.

Darrin, a cute, innocent little Italian skater boy, would have girls just come up to him.  He was so shy and awkward, though, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Girls would get bored, or weirded out, and leave.  It would drive Randy crazy, but he was just as bad as talking to girls as Darrin, albeit in a different way.  Randy would go up to a girl and talk to her, but his play was pretty raw.  He didn’t seem to know the difference between flirting and aggravating, and he usually just ended up pissing them off.

One night, I guess we were all pretty frustrated, because as the party was breaking up Randy shouted, “Any girls want to come home with me?  I eat pussy.”  We got a bunch of stares–some pitying, some hostile, so I figured that meant it was time to go home.  We headed back to the dorms, drunk and frustrated.

Darrin and I crawled into bed, while Randy crashed out in his spot on the floor.  We turned out the lights and Randy started talking about the different girls at the party, entertaining various fantasies that would never happen.

“What about that dark-haired skinny chick with all the piercings on her face?” Randy said.  “I’d let her give me a rim job.”  Darrin and I had a laugh over that.

“Yeah right dude, she wouldn’t go near your nasty ass,” I said.

“My ass isn’t nasty.  It’s cleaner than yours, anyway.” Randy said.

“What, have you been sniffing my underwear again?” I said.

“Fuck you,” Randy said.  There was a moment where nobody said anything, then Randy spoke up again.

“I’d definitely let her give me a hand job.”

“Yeah, I’d let her give me a hand job,” Darrin concurred.

“Me too,” I said.  There was a long silence, the dorm was unusually quiet.  I started getting hard, and I don’t know how I could explain this to you, but I sensed that Randy and Darrin were, too.  There was just a sexual energy in the room.  I laid there, sleep not even an option, staring into the darkness above my bed.  The tension seemed to grow with each breath.

“I am fucking horny,” Randy finally proclaimed.

“Yeah,” Darrin and I said at the same time.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need to beat off,” said Randy.  I waited for Darrin to say something, but he didn’t.

“Go ahead,” I said, “I don’t give a shit.”  It was an offhand thing to say, I really didn’t expect him to do it.  So I was a little shocked when I heard him sliding off his shorts.

“I’ll try not shoot any cum on your beautiful carpet,” he said.  I could make out Randy’s form pretty well from the lights outside the window.  His erection, which I’d spotted tenting out his boxers before but had never actually seen, was laying against his belly.  It looked thin and lean, and about at throbbingly hard as mine felt.  He licked the palm of his hand, wrapped it around his cock, and started stroking.

As I watched him beat off, my initial feeling of shock faded, becoming something like jealousy.  I desperately wanted to get off too, but something about just doing it in the room with them made me nervous.  How could Randy just do it so nonchalantly?  It actually started to piss me off, and I was going to say something when Darrin spoke up.

“Are you really jerkin off?” Darrin said.  I guessed he couldn’t see.  Randy didn’t respond, just kept pounding away at his prick.

“Dude,” I said to Randy, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m beating off,” Randy said, sounding surprised.  “You said I could.”

“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Well, what the fuck’s the big deal?  You wanna jerk off too, don’t you?  Just do it.  I won’t look, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, then he turned his attention back to his cock.

“Shit,” Darrin said above me.  Then he laughed.  “Might as well,” he said, and I could hear him sliding off his pants.  For a minute I thought everyone around me had gone crazy.  But the more I laid there and listened to them; Randy’s labored breath as he pumped away, Darrin’s little sighs as he stroked his own; the less I tried to fight it.   I wasn’t about to lay there and let them get off while I was just as hard-up as they were.

I slid out from under my sheets and peeled off my underwear.  My cock was hard as a rock, and the moment I let it loose I knew I’d done the right thing.  With one hand I cupped my balls, and with the other I took hold of my hot bone, rubbing the pre-cum around to get it nice and slick.

I glanced over at Randy and noticed that he had slowed down, and was working his prick in long, slow strokes.  Contrary to his earlier comment, he was looking right at me; our eyes met and then he looked straight at my prick.  I knew he was kind of curious about my cock, just like I’d been kind of curious about his, so I held it up for him to see.  My cock’s pretty big.  I could tell it was bigger than Randy’s.

We both went back to stroking our dicks, but now and again I’d catch little glances of Randy jerking off.  He would start with slow, easy strokes, then get himself really worked off to where he was raising his ass off the floor and pounding on it.  Then he’d relax to catch his breath and slow down again.

I’d been close since the moment I’d wrapped my fingers around my prick, but I decided to take it slow just to make it last.  The mattress above me shifted a little, and I could hear Darrin’s moans start to increase, so I figured he was getting close.  Finally, with a great “Uuuuugggghhhh” followed by “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Darrin came.

Randy shot next, raising his ass as far as he could off the floor and pointing his cock straight at his face.  His first shot reached almost up to his neck, the majority of it landing on his chest.  To my amazement, he started rubbing his load into his skin with the palm of his hand, shooting even more on his stomach.  He ran his hand down and slathered his cum all over his chest and nipples, tweaking them as he came down, shakingly, from his orgasm.

That about did it for me, and I cupped my balls tightly as the load pumped out of my cock, shooting thick streams of steaming cum across my chest and stomach.  I felt so turned on I decided to do what Randy did, and I rubbed the cum all over my hairless chest and nipples.  Randy, like he was waiting for me to finish, turned around and tucked his head in the pillow.  Pretty soon I could hear Darrin snoring above me.  I was still wide awake, so I decided to head down to the showers and clean myself up.

I felt a little discombobulated by what had happened.  But thinking about the situation we were in, all cramped in that tiny dorm like caged apes, it seemed even more retarded that we’d spent all that time avoiding the one thing all guys loved to do.  It wasn’t like a secret that all of us enjoyed jerking off.

I realized how sexually frustrated I’d been, stealing wanks here and there in the bathroom stalls.  The idea that we could jerk off around each other and not have hang-ups about it was like a revelation.  In my heart I hoped that this wasn’t going to be just a drunken thing that we’d never talk about again.

The truth was it had actually been kind of thrilling.

I chalked that up to the novelty of the situation, and tried to fall asleep.

The alarm went off at 9 am.  I heard Darrin stirring above me, then he dangled his big feet over the side of the bunk, and slid off onto the floor.  He was still naked, and I glanced at his hairy butt as he rooted around in a pile of clothes.  I heard Randy yawn and looked over to see him stretching his arms over his head.  I sat up and rubbed my eyes.  My head throbbed.

“Shit,” I heard Darrin say, and I looked over at him.  He was facing the wall, looking down at his body.

“What?” I asked, and Darrin turned around.  He had a slim, hairy body.  His thick cock hung heavily from a thatch of black hair.  My eyes widened at the size of it–he’d told me it was big, but I’d always just assumed it was as big as mine.  It seemed like I’d miscalculated, and he had a big Italian whopper of a cock.  In one hand he held a pair of underwear, and with the other he was picking at the dried come stuck in the hairs of his stomach. I looked over at Randy and noticed he was checking Darrin out, too.

“Fucking dried cum all caked up in my hair and shit,” Darrin said.  Randy laughed and sat up.

“Why didn’t you wipe yourself off last night?” I asked.  Darrin shrugged and started putting on his boxer shorts.

“I was tired and I didn’t have anything to use.”

“I took a shower,” I said.

“Seriously?” Darrin said, pulling on the same pair of jeans he’d worn yesterday.  “Shit, I must’ve passed out right after I came.”

“Me too,” Randy said.  “Fuck my head hurts,” he added, standing up.  He was naked, too.  Randy had a little hair on his thick chest, but I couldn’t see any dried cum in it.  I guess it was because he’d rubbed it all into his skin.  I felt weird about watching him do that, so I decided not to mention it.

Randy stood there for a minute in front of the window, stretching his arms above his head.  I checked him out.  It was unusual for us to be so naked around each other.  Of course, nudity was pretty inevitable in the dorms, and we’d gotten dressed in front of each other numerous times.  But I would always turn my head, or we’d try to hide it, doing it quickly while turned toward the wall.

“Did you wanna go to the library and do that thing for Psychology?” he said to Darrin, running his hand through his hair.  He didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable being naked in front of us, like he was giving us ample time to check him out.

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Darrin said, glancing down at Randy’s modest piece.

I figured it was my turn, so I stood up and stretched my arms over my head.  I’m not ashamed of my body at all—I’ve got a nice muscular build, and my cock hangs pretty good when it’s flaccid.

“What are you up to today, Nate?” Randy asked, looking me over.

“I don’t have shit to do except start that existentialism paper,” I said.

“Fuck you dude, I hate having a class on Saturday,” Darrin said, glancing at me.  It was kind of funny, the way we were checking each other out so casually. Randy had a hand under his nuts, scratching himself.  “I gotta go take a piss,” Darrin said, leaving the room.

Randy looked over at me and smirked.

“Who knew Darrin was carryin’ a piece like that?” he said.  I laughed.

“No shit, dude,” I said, grabbing my pants off the floor.  I sat down to put them on.  Randy was staring absently toward me.  He still had a hand under his balls, absently massaging the spot underneath.  If I wasn’t mistaken, his cock seemed to have fattened a little.

“Fuck man, I’m still horny,” he said, looking at me.  I didn’t say anything, and he turned away and started getting dressed.  “You can jack off all day if you want to, you lucky fucker,” he said.

“Yeah…” I said.  I wanted to talk to Randy about everything that had happened, but I didn’t know how to approach it and I didn’t want to risk sounding stupid. Just then, Darrin came back into the room.

“Are you gonna pick up that sack from McConnell?”  Randy asked me.

“Yeah, I’ll bike over there in a couple hours,” I said.  We agreed to meet up after that, and they started out the door.

“See ya,” I said.

“See ya,” Darrin said, stepping out of the door.  Randy turned to me and put his fist in front of his crotch, making a jerking motion.

“Happy cycling,” he said, and shut the door.

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We were driving down the highway in the late evening.  Windows down, welcome cool breeze blowing into the windows. This was early spring, an unseasonably hot and humid day.  The highway was empty, and everything seemed calm and radiant.

Chris was driving.  He was my partner on the swim team.  I had known him for about seven months, in which time we’d become pretty good friends.

We were seventeen at the time, ripe and ready, always horned up.  It wasn’t unusual for our conversations to stray into the subject of sex.  Somehow, on this night, we began discussing our masturbation techniques, comparing notes.  It was then that Chris, oh-so casually, mentioned that he liked putting things up his ass.

“Mostly my fingers,” he said, smiling and looking towards the road.  “It feels fucking fantastic.  I’ve even used a marker once, a Sharpie pen.”  My mouth hung open, incredulous.  “My cock gets so rock-hard, and I shoot a load like you wouldn’t believe.”  I was speechless.  He laughed and pressed his foot on the gas.

***

Soon we were at the hotel.  The parking lot was dark and nearly empty, with only a few yellow construction vehicles parked near the entrance.  Chris pulled into a space.  We stepped out on to the moist black pavement that still radiated with the sun’s heat from hours earlier.  We grabbed our duffel bags out of the back seat and walked up to the door of the lobby.  It was locked.

The hotel was not yet a hotel.  It was mostly completed, but technically it was still under construction.  The contractor was Chris’s dad.  Chris fumbled around in his bag for a second, and then pulled out a couple of blue keys.

The lobby was huge and opulent.  Above the mahogany monolith of a front desk rose a red-carpeted grand staircase, half cast in darkness.  We turned and walked into a hallway.  Chris summoned the elevator, and we got inside.

“I don’t think anyone is here,” Chris said.  He took off his T-shirt.

“What are you doing?”  I said, “You’re getting changed right here?”

“Why not?” Chris shrugged, giving me a mischievous look.

“You’re a fucking nut,” I had to say, laughing.  I gave a furtive glance around, and then started stripping my own clothes off. By the time the elevator got to the bottom floor, we were both in our skivvies.

Chris gathered up his clothes and stepped out into the dark hallway, and I followed him.  I found myself checking out his body.  He didn’t have that tight, lithe build like a lot of swimmers have.  His muscles struggled to show themselves under a thick layer of ivory flesh.  For whatever reason, probably because of out prior discussion, I took notice of the substantial butt that was stretching out his light blue briefs.  I remembered a couple guys on the team who’d been teasing Chris, slapping him on the ass and calling him “dumpling.”  His ass did look like a plump white dumpling.

The door to the pool was open, and I was hit with the sanitary scent of freshly chlorinated water.  Even in the dark I could see that the pool was vast and deep.  Chris found the light switch and flipped on the underwater lights, casting the tiled room in a watery blue glow.  We were both really excited to have this whole pool to ourselves.  Chris wasted no time in stripping off his briefs and throwing on his Speedos.  I followed suit.

The water was perfect.  We did some intense laps, trying to outdo each other.  For as thick as Chris’s body was, he glided through the water pretty easily.  We both ran out of breath.  After a short rest we started horsing around, grabbing and flipping each other into the deep end.

When Chris swam over to check the temperature, I dove under, reveling in the meditative sensation of holding oneself underwater—no breath, just total liquid immersion.  Over the bubbling of the filter I noticed sounds that seemed like construction noise, a distant clanking and a hum.  I wondered; were there people in this building, working, that we didn’t know about?

I came up for air and swam over to Chris.  He was hoisting himself out of the pool.  He crouched there, checking the temperature on the pool thermometer. I swam up behind him.

“How hot is it?”  I asked him.  He turned toward me sheepishly.

“About hot enough for me to spring a fuckin’ boner.”  I looked down at him, and it was true—his cock was starting to swell.

“Ah fuck, man.  You’re horny,” I said.  In fact, I was pretty horny myself—a combination of all the sex talk earlier and the fact that we’d been grabbing all over each other just less than a minute ago.  I started getting a chubby.

Chris looked down at the thermometer in his hand.  It was a smooth cylinder, not much thicker than a test tube.  I couldn’t resist.

“Hey, Chris, why don’t you stick that up your ass?”  I said, holding on to the edge of the pool and smirking at him.

“Maybe I will,” he said, his cock continuing to grow.  For a minute we sat there, getting hornier by the second.

“I dare you to,” I said.

“I know I can,” he said, still looking down at the thermometer in his hand.

“Then do it, I wanna see.”  My cock growing fatter by the second, even if my balls were all shriveled up from the water.  I hoisted myself out and stood up beside Chris, my cock fully hard by now and poking out the top of my Speedos.  Chris reached for the waistband of his Speedo and pulled it down.  His heavy cock heaved out.  I pulled my Speedo over my thighs, freeing my boner. Chris grabbed his cock, and let out a moan, and soon both of us were stroking off, our gasps echoing through the poolroom.

Chris noticed me looking at the pool thermometer, still in his hand.

“C’mon, man.  Are you gonna do it or not?” I said.  He crouched down a little and brought the blunt end toward his ass, sticking it between his cheeks.  His knees seemed to buckle as pressed the tube against his butt hole.

Chris then crouched down fully, parting his smooth hairless ass cheeks.  I could see his anus in the blue light off the water.  It looked perfectly pink and moist.  He put a couple fingers in his mouth, got them soppy and wet, and then pressed them against his anus.  He massaged around it for a while, pressing the tips of his fingers inside.

He leaned over, spit on the thermometer, and started licking his spit around on it, still fingering his ass deeper and deeper.  He was grunting, groaning.  He pressed the thermometer back into his ass.

I knew what was coming.  My cock was like a firecracker, ready to pop, so I released it. I watched breathlessly as he pressed the smooth cylinder fully into his butt, moaning.  I couldn’t believe it.

“Holy shit,” I said, stepping closer to him.  The look on his face was one of pure pained ecstasy.  His fat cock bobbed under his stomach, still rock hard.  He pressed the thermometer in and out of his tight butt.

“I told you, man.  Feels fuckin’ great,” he said, fucking himself in the ass with the pool thermometer.  He fell to his knees, putting a hand out on the tiles to steady himself.  He shoved it in to the hilt.

“Fuck, man,” he said breathlessly, kneeling up to watch me stroke my cock.  He stared at my raging red poker, watching me tease the head with my palm in quick strokes.

“Why don’t you try to fit my dick in your ass?” I ventured, heading it up with a laugh so he wouldn’t think I was too serious about the suggestion.  He looked at me and I stopped laughing.  It was totally serious.

Chris stood up and grabbed a hold of my cock.  I gasped.

“Crouch down a little,” he said.  I bent my knees and he turned his ass toward my prick, passing it through his soft ass cheeks.  I instinctively pressed the pulsing head of my cock against his warm, throbbing anus.  He stood up.

“Get it wet,” he said, so I took some spit from my mouth and rubbed it into my dick, getting the head especially wet.  He spread his cheeks and moved his pink butt hole back onto my cock, pushing against it with ever-increasing pressure.  When the head of my prick popped inside of his warm chute, we both gasped out loud.  It was fucking unbelievable.

“Fuck, man,” Chris said again, in his husky voice.  I pushed more of my cock past that heavenly entrance, feeling his tight ass envelope me.  Chris must’ve got weak in the knees, because he sort of fell onto me.  I brought my arms around his thighs and embraced him, pushing my cock into his ass to the absolute hilt.  If anyone was actually working in the hotel, it was a wonder they never heard our bellowing cries of ecstasy at that moment, when my red-hot dick bottomed out into my best friend’s tight ass.

My hand found his prick and I gave it a few strokes.  We were both ready to come, there was no turning back.

“Oh, man, your fucking cock is in my ass!”  Chris said, before his cock spasmed in my hand, causing his ass to contract sharply around my fat hog.  As his cum began to shoot out onto the wet tiles, I lost control.  My boner unloaded, deep into his butt.

Afterwards, I pulled out and we both just sort of stood there, catching our breath.  Then we both just laughed.  We put our Speedos back on and swam some more, basking in the glow of our sexual release.  I couldn’t think to describe what it was that had just happened between us.  Most of all I really didn’t care to.  I just knew that from now on our relationship was bound to be a lot more interesting.

I knew Scott from my high school, but we’d never really been friends.  He was a couple of years older than me.  After I graduated high school I went to college in the city, and one day during my second semester Scott saw me on the street and we officially met each other.  Over the next couple of years we would see each other around town and say hello.  I was a junior in college when we ended up at a party together.  He had a couple of joints rolled up in his pocket and he and his friends invited me to smoke with them. I had never really talked to Scott at length, but we ended up getting along pretty well.  It was good to talk to someone from my home town, and we enjoyed sharing stories about the people and places we knew.

He told me that he sold weed, and since I was always in the market I made sure to get his phone number before the end of the party.  Soon enough I was going over to his place a lot—he had an apartment in a quieter neighborhood pretty far from campus, and it was always nice to get away from the craziness of my college neighborhood and go chill at his apartment.  He had a nice place, he lived alone.  He still sold me weed on a regular basis, but we’d also chill at his place, drink some beer and smoke up, watch TV, that sort of thing.

We became best friends; we just fell into a natural rhythm of always hanging out with each other.  We had really good conversations—he was more intelligent than most of the friends I had made in college, even though he’d dropped out not far into his first year.  We liked a lot of the same music and stuff like that.  There was another, deeper part of me that enjoyed being with him—not so much an attraction.  He was just really nice, really confident and secure, not the type of guy to jerk you around or anything.

When I’d talked to Scott at the party he’d mentioned having a girlfriend, but a couple weeks later they had broken up.  So Scott was single, and had a lot more time on his hands, and I think he appreciated my company for that.  I’d recently tried dating a girl, but it hadn’t worked out at all, and I was feeling pretty confused about my sexuality.  Still, it didn’t occur to me that I might be attracted to Scott.  He was just a buddy who I got along with really well.

I’d spent the day with some friends.  It was a really nice, hot summer day, and none of us had anything to do, so we all took a drive up to the lake and spent the afternoon swimming in dirty water and lounging in the grass.  After they dropped me off, I called Scott on his cell phone to see what he was up to.  He was out picking up some weed, which was great because I’d smoked all of my stash the day before, and I was really looking forward to spending a relaxing summer evening getting high.  Scott said he’d be back at his place around eight in the evening, and I should come by then.

I cleaned up my apartment a little, ate some dinner, and decided to walk over to Scott’s.  It was a beautiful evening, the sun hanging low in the sky, and I was feeling very mellow from the swimming and the sun earlier in the day.  The walk was long but really enjoyable.  When I got to Scott’s the sun had gone down.

Scott was weighing out the weed on his coffee table, listening to some weird electronic music.  We talked while he finished up the job.  Scott sounded kind of down, and I asked him why.

“I kind of miss her,” he said, referring to his girlfriend.  “I guess I’m just sort of lonely…not to mention horny.”  We rolled up a joint and passed it back and forth.  It was good weed.  I was feeling good all over.

Scott turned on the TV and turned out the lights.  We watched an episode of “Blind Date.”

“Fuck that chick’s hot,” Scott said in reference to one of the women on the show.  It was hot in his apartment.  He took off his shirt, so all he was wearing were a pair of shiny blue basketball shorts.  I was just absently noticing what a good looking guy Scott was.  He had thick, dark hair that stood up straight from his head, and a goatee.  His chest was well built and hairy, he was a really masculine guy.

We hit Scott’s bong during the commercial break, and another episode of “Blind Date” came on.  We watched the beginning of it in silence.

“Fuck I am really horny!” Scott said, turning to me and smiling.

“Me too, dude, me too…”

“I got some porno, want to pop one in?”

“Yeah, you got anything good?”  Scott told me what movies he had as he got up to get it.  I realized I was hornier than I’d initially thought, and they way things seemed to be going were even making me hornier.  Were we going to beat off together?  It looked that way.

Scott stuck the movie in his VCR and sat back on the couch.  I was on the easy chair right next to him.  The movie got started, “Black Anal Cheerleaders.”  It was pretty hot. We didn’t talk much; we just watched the movie and got hornier.  Finally, I noticed Scott started feeling his dick a little through his shorts.  I started to feel my own cock.  Then Scott just stuck his hand down his shorts and started stroking himself, his eyes still glued to the movie.  However, the sight of him in the blue flickering light of the TV, his thick arm down the waistband of his shorts, a serious look on his face, had me much hornier than the movie did.  I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped my pants and slid my hand down my sweaty stomach under the waistband of my tighty-whities.  My cock was rock hard.

Scott looked over at me.

“This is pretty hot, huh?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, looking towards the movie.  Scott was still turned to me.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, and smiled.  I laughed.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Yeah, dude, let’s beat off,” he said, standing up to pull his shorts down.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his thick cock sprung up from his crotch.  It was big: heavy-looking, thick and fat.  It hung at a ninety degree angle from a thick thatch of public hair. Scott stood there, more or less in front of me, his head turned to watch the movie. He took hold of his cock and stroked it lightly, while I watched him, intently.

He sat back on the couch and smiled at me.

“Your turn,” he said.  He meant it half-jokingly and we both sort of chuckled, but in another way it was completely serious.  I stood up and pulled my shorts down, trying to act nonchalant.  My cock was rock hard at this point, and Scott was staring straight at it.

“Fuck, you got a big dick,” he said.

“No way. Yours is way bigger.”

“Want to compare?” he said.  Again, it was a half-serious joke.  I sat back in the chair and stroked some more, trying to keep my eyes on the movie.  Scott was still glancing at my dick.

“Seriously, have you ever measured it?”

“No,” I said, completely lying.

“It’s gotta be like eight inches…here, stand up,” he said, getting up from the couch.  I got up and we stood in front of each other, examining each other’s cocks.  “Mine’s eight inches.”

“Yeah, but it’s really thick,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“Like mine stands up really hard, but yours is so heavy it hangs over your balls,” I said.

“It is fucking heavy,” Scott said, holding his thick slab of prick in his palm and heaving it up.

“Really?” I said, and I reached my hand out to feel it.  “Yeah, dude, it’s really fucking thick,” I said, lifting it up and down.

“Keep doing that and you’ll make it even thicker,” Scott said, so I didn’t take my hand away.  I felt around his cock, I started stroking it a little.  I raised it up and stroked the whole length of it.  I reached under his balls and hefted them up, cupping his whole package in my hand.  Scott watched as I felt his cock.  I kept stroking him, and by now he was as hard as he was going to get.  He put his hand on my shoulder to brace himself.

“Fuck that feels good,” he said.  He started his rocking his hips a little with my strokes.  The feel of his cock in my hand was turning me on to no end.  I started feeling up his body with my other hand, running it along hairy chest and stomach.  Scott was getting more and more into it, and I thought he was going to come.  But with his hand on my shoulder he started pushing me down.  I knelt down in front of him and moved closer to his dick.  He had his hand on the back of my head, urging me toward him.

When I took the head of his prick in my mouth, I thought Scott was going to collapse, his legs got so weak.  I sucked on the end of his knob, licking the pre-cum off the slit.  I could hardly believe that I had my good buddy’s cock in my mouth, but it was turning me on so much I didn’t think about it too much.  The taste and smell of it was incredible.  I slid my lips down his tool, taking as much of it into my throat as I could.  Scott moaned.  I was sucking his cock, sucking him off.

Scott sort of fell back on the couch and I followed him.  I got in between his hairy thighs.  I lifted his cock up and tongued his balls, then ran my tongue up and down his thick shaft.  I started sucking his cock in earnest, anticipating him cumming in my mouth, really wanting to taste his thick cum and swallow it.

Scott was moaning, just totally going off and enjoying it.  He pushed on the back of my head, fucking my mouth.  A couple of times he said stuff like, “Oh yeah, suck my cock,” which really fucking turned me on.  I could feel him getting closer and closer, his thick cock sliding really fast in and out of my mouth.  I wanted to suck the cum right out of him and drink it down, all hot and thick.  I grabbed his balls and pulled on them, and Scott let loose and started cumming.  I felt the first jet hit the back of my throat, and then the rest of his cum filled my mouth.  Scott was groaning, panting, holding my head impaled on his prick.  I swallowed it all; I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.

I stood up.  My cock was rock hard and slick with pre-cum and I started stroking it.

“Shoot it on me,” Scott said, and it didn’t take me but five seconds before I did just that.  I shot ropes of hot cum all over his hairy, sweaty chest; and he started rubbing it into his chest, tweaking his fat nipples.  I was so turned on, I leaned down and started licking the cum and sweat off of his body.

When we were finished he went and jumped in the shower.  I turned off the porno; “Blind Date” was still on.  I watched it while I came down.  Scott came out from the shower wearing a different pair of basketball shorts.

“Whew, fuck, that was nice,” he said.

“Dude, pack up your bong.”

“Oh hell yeah,” he said.  “We have definitely got to do that again sometime,” he said, and I totally agreed.  We talked about it some more, pretty openly.  I was glad things didn’t seem tense or strange between us.

“I really got off on you sucking my cock,” he said.

“I really got off on sucking your cock.”  Such was the beginning of a strange and beautiful relationship that changed my life forever.

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