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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…” I said.  Dad tsk’d.

“If she finds out…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad poured himself another drink before continuing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not much.  School sucks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you’re 0 for 0?”

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

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

“I bet,” I said.  “Don’t rub it in.”

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

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

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

“Does Mom like sex, Dad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why’s that?”

“This is gonna sound nuts…”

“Go ahead,” Dad said.

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

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

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

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

“I can’t,” I said.

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

“Yep,” I said.

“Stand up, son.”

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know…”

“Bent over or missionary?”

“How do you fuck Mom?”

“Missionary, usually.”

“Um, do you have a preference?”

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

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

“Does that feel okay?” I said.

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

“Do you eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.  She loves it,” Dad said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay?” I asked.

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

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

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

“This feels amazing,” I said.

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

“What’s the verdict?” Dad said.

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

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

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

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

“You make me wanna try it,” I said.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, boy.  Fuck your old man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right.”

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

“Such as?”

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

“What are you saying?” Brad said.

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

“Really?”

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

“For one night?  With a girl?”

“Come on now, Brad.”

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

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

“You’re serious?”

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

***

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

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

“Yeah?  Shut the door.”

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

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

“Take it up the butt?”

“Yeah,” Rick said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right here?”

“Pretty much everyone’s gone.”

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

Brad approached his friend.

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” Brad said, catching his breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You shave your balls,” Rick said.

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

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

“Oh man, what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay?” Brad said.

“Yeah.”

“More than okay?”

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

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

“A virgin…” Rick said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can buy Trisha that engagement ring.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, truthfully, that seemed like ages ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess I don’t,” he said.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Me too,” I said.

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

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

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

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

Mark suggested flipping the coin, and that was that.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool.  So where do you live?”

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

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

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

“Nothing,” I said.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you tell her?” I said.

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

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

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

“Fuck,” I said again.

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

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

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

“Does Trish suck your cock?” I said.

“Sometimes,” Joey said.

“Does she suck it as good as me?”

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

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

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

“Does she play with your ass?”

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

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

“Do you eat her pussy?”

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

“Does she like it?”

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

“What about when you fuck her?”

“It’s not like it is with you.”

“How so?”

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

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

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

“Am I tighter than her?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” I said.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Joey said.

“You want more?”

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

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

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

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

“You like it?”

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

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

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

***

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

She saw me then.  She was shocked.

“Hi,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“With who?”

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

“Wait – who got fucked?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Where there’s a will…,” Seth said.

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

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

“So you’ve taken it more than once?”

“Yeah…”

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

“Dougey,” he said.

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

***

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

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

“What’s your point?” he said.

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?”

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

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

“Mmm hmm,” Seth said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope.  We didn’t have any.”

“I always knew my brother was a freak.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” I said.

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

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seth moaned when the head went inside.

“That didn’t sound painful,” I said.

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

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

“I’m gonna cum in you, dude,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Settles what?”

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

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

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

“Like McConnell?” I said.

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

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.

The roommate situation was this:  I was desperate for someone to pick up half the rent, so I chose the first guy who responded to my ad.

His name was Peter and he worked in a warehouse near my end of town.  He was 27 and pretty good looking – part Latino, big sensuous lips, stubbly face and a muscled body that was slightly thick around the middle.  He wore a gold chain over his white t-shirt.

We got along okay the first week and then gradually he began to take over the place.  It started with things like putting his posters on the wall and watching ESPN all the time.  It progressed to him lying around on the couch all day while dishes piled up on the coffee table and the bathroom got unforgivably dirty.

As much as I resented his laziness, I couldn’t help but lust after this hot guy.  I lived for the times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes.  He’d come out in a pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and I’d watch the firm mounds of his ass as he strode down the hall.

After a month of essentially being his cleaning boy, I decided to confront him about it.  He was planted on the couch in his usual position, drinking beer and watching the tube.  I sat across from him – he grunted hello but otherwise took no notice of me.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“About what?”

“You’re not pulling your weight around here.”

“Whatever, bro.  Don’t be so uptight.”

“Uptight?  I’ve done your dishes for the past three weeks!  You leave all of your shit lying around and I have to pick it up.”

“So what?” he said, and turned back to the TV.  I was speechless and incredibly pissed, but it didn’t stop me from noticing the outline of his cock and how it lay along his thick, hairy thigh.

I’m not sure if he noticed me looking, but his hand went down to his crotch and he started massaging his dick.  He was looking right at me.

“Let me ask you a question,” he said.  “Do you think you’re pulling your weight around here?”

“W-what do you mean?”  Peter rubbed his palm along his shaft.  It was obviously thicker.

“I mean, I could use someone to take care of my needs.  You know what I’m saying?”  I kept staring, he kept fondling and watching me stare at him.  Then, slowly, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts.  Out popped a fat, hairy dick which was just as big and horny as I’d imagined it to be.  It pulsed, bobbed and throbbed against his stomach.

Now, being that I’m a pretty well-built and handsome guy, I’d brought home my fair share of tricks in the time since Peter had moved in.  I assumed he knew I was gay, but I never thought he was anything less than straight.  And even if he wasn’t 100% hetero, it was fast becoming obvious that he was at least a little bit freaky.

An eternity passed as I stared at his handsome pole, which jerked with his pulse and seemed to beckon me closer.  Peter took off his shorts completely, releasing his heavy, sagging nuts, and sat upright.

“Get the fuck over here,” he said.  “You know you want to.”

In a daze, I knelt down before him.  Peter looked down at me, a slight but satisfied smile on his face.  Reaching forward, I went to take his cock in my hand, but Peter pushed my hand away.

“Just your mouth,” he said.  I started by going down on his balls, lapping up each heavy orb before taking his whole sac into my mouth.  Peter spread his legs and laid back, letting out his breath.  “That’s right, eat my fuckin balls.”

The scent of masculine sweat rose off of him.  I ran my tongue up his salty shaft and wrapped my lips around the plump head of his pecker.  Peter moaned.  He put his hand on the back of my head, firmly pushing my face down on his dick.  More of his cock slid past my lips until my nose was nestled in his damp pubes.  I contracted my throat around it, feeling it pulse and harden.

I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking in the deep, pungent smells emanating from his crotch.  Peter kept his hand on my head, urging me along as I chugged his cock in and out of my mouth.  He was as hard as can be, and my own dick was in the same state.  I took it out and stroked myself while I blew him.

I don’t know how long I sucked on that dick, but it felt like hours.  Peter just laid back and watched me go to town; he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to cum, and I was in no hurry to finish.  Peter had finally demanded the kind of servicing that I could really enjoy.

I lapped up under his balls and licked down his taint.  Peter gasped, raising his ass slightly to give me better access.  I lifted his heavy legs, bringing his knees to his chest and exposing his hairy butthole.  I touched my tongue to it and it squinched up uncontrollably.  Peter’s breathing got fast and shallow.

I ran my tongue around the perimeter of his hole, darting in closer and closer to the soft, slick skin that puckered around his anus.  I licked up the sweat along his crack, my tongue brushing past his butthole.  It tasted great, musky and sweet, a real working man’s ass.

I ate him out properly, slathering my tongue against his hot asshole and spearing it in when he relaxed it.  Peter moaned earnestly, his whole body quivering, his rock-hard cock still pulsing against his stomach.

I alternated between lapping at his ass and swallowing his dick.  Peter was beside himself, he seemed like he was in awe of how good I could make him feel.  It gave me a weird sense of power of him, even though I’d clearly given him control of the situation.

When I let up to catch my breath, Peter looked down at my raging hard-on.  He took his own dick in his hand and stroked it slowly.

“I wanna fuck your ass now,” he said, standing up from the couch.  His dick lolled out in front of him.  “You want this big cock inside you?”

I answered by getting up on the couch and spreading my ass for him.  There was nothing I wanted more right then than to get fucked by this guy.  My ass was hungry for his dick.

Peter put his hands on my smooth cheeks and spread them apart.  I’ve got a nice butt – it might be my best asset – and I could tell Peter was getting off on my smooth, pink hole by the way he licked his finger and rubbed it into me.

Peter lined his hips up with mine and pressed his cock head against my hole, mashing it around and getting it slick with his pre-come.

He took his spit-slicked finger and slid it inside me, opening my ass wide.  I gasped, but I quickly got used to the feeling.  Peter was relentless, his finger pumped in and out of my hungry ass with no mercy.  I sensed I’d better get myself ready for a rough fuck.  My roommate wanted to use my ass to get off, and to him, my pleasure was secondary.

He must have slicked up his dick pretty well because I was surprised at how easily he entered me.  I yelled out from the shock of it but Peter never let up.  He just kept feeding me that fat cock until his hips were pressed against mine, the full length of his cock buried inside.  Then he drew back out and began to fuck, riding in and out of me like I was a blow-up doll or something.  I was loving it, and I bucked back to meet his rude, insistent humping.

Peter spanked my ass as his balls slapped my balls rhythmically.  “Nice, tight ass,” he grunted, solely focused on the feelings my ass was giving to his prick.  He just held on to it and fucked away, working me over while my own unattended hard-on whapped against my stomach with each thrust.

This was what I had wanted all along, I realized.  To be used by him.  All that anger was being channeled into pure lust.  I imagined the scenarios in which I wanted to put him – to have him sit on my face while he watched TV; to have him bend me over the sink and fuck me while I did his dishes.  Anything, so long as he kept feeding me that beautiful dick.

He sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him like a horse on a carousel.  He literally held me in his hands, bouncing me up and down on his dick while he looked me in the eyes.  A look came into his eyes that I’d never seen before.  He brought his handsome face closer to mine and enthusiastically kissed me, our tongues writhing against each other, our energies intensifying and intermingling.

I think it had gotten deeper than either of us had realized, and Peter snapped back into reality like he’d just realized what he was doing.  He smiled at me, then lifted me up and tossed me back on to the couch.  He threw my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock right back inside.

He fucked me intensely, going faster and harder, and from his breathing I could tell he was getting close.

“I’m gonna blow in you baby,” he growled.  I pushed back to let him know that’s what I wanted.

With a final loud grunt, he shoved his rod all the way inside of me and started to unload.  His guttural moans filled the room as he blew his jizz into me, his rod pulsing with each hot shot.

When he was done he pulled out and collapsed back on the couch.

“You gotta towel?” he said.  Before I could answer, I looked down and realized I had lost my load all over my stomach.  I hadn’t realized it, I hadn’t even been touching myself.

“Let me get one,” I answered, and I proceeded to clean his dick and my stomach, in that order.

***

From then on it became clear that my new job as Peter’s roommate was to take care of his dick whenever he wanted, which was usually every day after he came home from work.  So that is the new roommate situation.  I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me sometimes.

I’ll come home to a mess of an apartment and loads of come-covered laundry to do, and I swear I’ll never do it again.  But then Peter comes home with a sheen of sweat covering his body and a look in his eye that says he plans on fucking me all night.  By one a.m. I’ve got two of his loads in my stomach, Peter’s pushing me against the wall getting ready to give me a third, and all of the animosity I held toward him is long, long forgotten.

I mean, can you really blame me?

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?

A snowy Tuesday night, any waiter will tell you, is a total wash out.  But there I was, the de-facto head of an all-male crew, handling not only the shit-talking and gay-joking that seems to reach critical mass when no waitresses are present, but also an unrepentant whining from the back of the house.

“Can we fucking leave yet?” said Doug the dishwasher for the hundredth time, and I, in turn, told him I wasn’t authorized to make that decision.

What I could do, however, was give everyone free reign at the bar.

“Nate probably wants to get us drunk so’s he can take advantage of us, ain’t that right Nate?”

“That’s right, Tony,” I said.  Tony is the head cook; he and Doug were all that was left of our kitchen crew, while Mark and I were the last servers standing.

“Don’t joke around, I know you want some of this.”  Tony lifted his white chef’s jacket and pulled down his checkered pants.  He was wearing gray bikini briefs, and he gave his ass a slap, smiling at me.  Tony’s a big dude, but he’s got a nice ass and he knows it.

“Yeah, let’s show him,” said Doug the dishwasher, who was always nipping at Tony’s heels.  He dropped his pants and wagged his boxer-clad ass in my direction, laughing with a dumb look on his tow-headed face.  I just slapped on a smile and let myself chub up, figuring if I was going to get a show, I might as well enjoy it.

***

Mark was being a trooper, and we shored up the side work together.  The thing with Mark was complicated.  His girlfriend waited tables at Cabiria’s, too, but Mark and I had a connection.  Partly it was our shared interest in music, as Mark was a scruffy sexy hippie boy and I was partial to jam bands myself.  If there was something more, I blamed it on my over-active sexual imagination.  I’m always falling for straight guys, it’s just my lot in life.

By eight p.m., all four of us were belly-up to the bar, and I realized I was too buzzed to do my job if by some miracle a customer should show up.

Tony continued to razz me like it was going out of style.

“Tell the truth, if you could fuck me, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t fuck you, Tony, I’d ‘make love’ to you,” I joked.

Doug the dimwit snarfed and shot beer out of his nose.

“Seriously, Nate.  What would you do – if you were with a guy like me.  What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know – same thing you like to do with a girl – fuck, kiss, eat pussy.”

“You mean eat ass,” Tony said.

“Nate licks bunghole,” said Doug the dickhead.

“Shut the fuck up Doug,” Tony said.  He turned back to me.  “I always wanted to get my ass ate.  I’ve always wanted to know how that feels.  Can’t ever get a girl to do that, though.”

“Not even your wife?” Mark quipped, and that got a laugh.  Tony’s wife was a notorious bitch.

“But you like doin that, though,” Tony continued, undeterred.  “Just like guys get off on eating pussy, you get off on eatin ass, right?”

I shifted on the barstool.  “Well…yeah.  I like it a lot actually.”  Tony had this sincere look on his face.  Despite his crude nature, I had a lot of respect for the big lug.  After I’d met his wife, I actually started to feel pretty bad for the guy.

“If I asked you to do that for me, would you?” he said.  Everyone got silent.  I could’ve made a joke and instantly defused the situation, but something (the swelling in my pants?) told me not to.

“Yeah, I would.”  Tony reached over and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Alright then.  Let’s lock up.”

***

When I got back to the bar, Tony had laid out shots for all four of us.

“Dutch courage,” he said, and we downed them.

“You ain’t serious about this, are ya Tone?”

“Shut the fuck up Doug.  You don’t know the first thing about gettin a girl off, so maybe Nate can teach you something here.”  And with that, he slipped off his pants and undies.  He already had a chubby.

I’d avoided looking at Mark this whole time, but at last he spoke up.

“Nate, does that offer just apply to Tony, or does it stand for all of us?”  He looked at me strangely – his eyes were kind of distant, like he was appraising me in a new way.

“All of you, I guess.  Why not?”  A sly smile crept across Mark’s face.

Tony whispered something in Doug’s ear.  He undid Doug’s pants and let them fall to the floor.  Though Doug still had a look of slack-jawed astonishment on his face, he seemed willing to go along with whatever Tony wanted.  His pale peach cock – heftier than I’d imagined – hung out the fly of his boxers, half-hard.

In sort of daze I watched the three of them undress, trying not to pay too much attention to Mark’s naturally muscled body.  The three of them got up on one of the big tables, all in a row on their hands and knees – an all-u-can-eat ass buffet.

Tony had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, murmuring in his ear, telling him to relax, to go with it.

I started by parting Doug’s downy blond hair-covered butt cheeks, revealing his pink hole.  I licked around his crack, loving the effect it was having on him – he was so young and sensitive, everything caused a jerk and a reaction.  I started rimming his butthole, tasting the slick skin before diving the tip of my tongue right in.  Doug whimpered and squealed.  Taking both halves of his butt in my hands, I made a feast of his ass, straining to get my tongue in him as deeply as possible.

Tony kept rubbing Doug’s back.  “Feels good, huh buddy?  Don’t it?” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Doug managed to say.

“Get into it.  You’re hard.  Stroke your dick while he’s doin it.”

From the way Doug’s butthole was clutching my tongue it was clear that he was on the brink.  I backed off and moved toward Tony’s massive butt.  Tony got ready for me with a smile on his face, resting his head on the table and spreading his ass out before me.

“Go for it Nate.”  The cheeks of his big, hairy butt were like two desktop globes in my hands.  Already spread wide, his deep crack funneled down to a hot, pulsing hole.  I buried my face in that ass.  Tony’s deep and masculine groans filled the empty restaurant.  He took my tongue like a man – being more experienced than Doug, he got into it more, backing his ass up into my face, pushing his butthole on to my tongue.  His hole was relaxed enough that I could get my tongue in really deeply.

Tony never cheated on his wife, at least not that I knew of, so I figured he had to be relishing this sexual release.  He brought his big paw around and pulled the back of my head into his butt, working his ass against my face.  I slipped my pants down and beat myself off as I worked him over.

I heard a moan from Doug, and saw that Tony was casually slipping his fat finger into Doug’s well-lubed asshole.  Doug seemed transported, his face held up to the ceiling with his eyes closed, his whole body rocking as Tony finger-fucked him.

Mark was sitting up on his knees, watching the scene.  With one hand he was cupping his balls, and with the other he was stroking huge, hairy cock.  It was more beautiful than I’d imagined.  Mark, still with that sexy smirk, beckoned me over with a jerk of his head.

I pulled helplessly away from Tony’s big ass.  Mark got down, pushing out his little hippie butt.  It was smaller than Doug or Tony’s but muscled and toned – the nicest butt in the bunch.  The cheeks parted to reveal a nice crack lined with straight black hair, ringing a slick pink crevasse.

His ass smelled like patchouli soap with deeper, muskier undertones, like the incense Mark would burn sometimes when I was hanging out with him and his girlfriend.  I tentatively stuck out my tongue and touched it to that most intimate part of him.  Mark moaned quietly.  He started to move his hips, bucking his ass against my lips in smooth, insistent motions.  It was languid and intense.

I took hold of Mark’s hard horse cock, which was surprisingly uncut.  I ate my way down to his balls, sucking on those for a while.  Then I got under him, on the table, so his cock head was lined up with my lips.  There was no way I was going to let him get away without giving me some of that awesome cock.  In a smooth motion, he pushed it between my lips, and I opened to let it slide down my tongue and into my throat.  I took it all the way in, my lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick root.

Mark’s tight body hovered over me, his slim hips working his cock in and out of my mouth.  His tight stomach curled up into his body as he humped my face.  He looked down at me and smiled.

At some point, I glanced over to see Tony sitting on the edge of the table, with Doug’s head bobbing in his lap.  Tony gave me a conspiratorial, sideways smile; then went back to guiding Doug’s head up and down his fat dick.

I let my tongue travel up Mark’s six pack as slid off of the table.  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up into him, and out of nowhere we were making out –his bearded face pressing against mine as our tongues colluded in each other’s mouths.

He put me back on the table and threw my legs back, exposing my shaved ass.   Now, I know I’ve got a cute butt, but I was not prepared to have Mark bury his face into it just like that.  He worked his tongue into my hole mercilessly.

Tony had gotten up and now returned with some olive oil.  Doug was lying supine over the table, his legs draped over the edge and his feet resting on the floor, his ass pertly propped up.  Tony spread Doug’s cheeks and poured the oil down his crack, then used it to lube up his cock.

He handed the oil to Mark, who got some on his finger and slid it inside of me.  This was nothing like the friend I had known and gotten high with for the eight months I’d worked at Cabiria’s.  Mark was being so aggressive, taking such control, that it made me wonder if this was something he’d thought about doing for a while.

He laid on top of me and kissed me as he worked another digit into my hungry hole.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

My ass – his oiled cock – we were both ready.  He let it rest against the gate for a second before bearing down.  At first I didn’t think I could take it.  But he went slowly, steadily, never backing off.  He obviously knew how to fuck, and as the pain passed I took hold of his ass and pushed him into me as far as it could go.

Mark started pumping me, shaking the table as he worked his big cock into my butt.

At the same time, Tony slipped his thick cut of Italian salami into Doug’s rump.  Tony stood there like a rock, thrusting his cock slightly but making Doug do most of the work.  Doug had his hands braced against the edge of the table.  His hard dick curved upward from his stomach like a turkey neck.  He had a look of pained perplexity on his face as he rode Tony, like, how did this cock get up my ass and why does it feel so good?

You could have colored us both surprised.  It occurred to me that Mark and I were “making love” as much as we were fucking.  He sucked at my neck, he licked and bit at my nipples.  I ran my hands all over that beautiful boy body and we kissed as much as we wanted.  The grunts and moans of four horny men filled the dining room. There was a unison achieved as we edged ever closer to our respective orgasms.

Mark looked down at me with his blue eyes.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Me too.”  His mouth found mine, and we kissed.  He whimpered as I felt his hot load spurting inside of me.  I let myself go at the same time, and jets of warm, thick load roped out of my cock, coating my chest and making our bodies slippery as they worked against one another.  We came down slowly, our bodies sticking together, our tongues still dueling in each other’s mouths.

We watched Tony, with a mighty thrust, bottom out in Doug’s ass.  From his huge moans that rocked the glass in the windows, it was obvious that the big guy was breeding Doug the dishwasher’s virgin butt with his seed.  Tony’s spasming dick must have tripped a switch in Doug’s ass – his hard-as-a-nail cock started spurting hands-free, jerking into the air and sending sharp streams of jizz across the floor that I’d just mopped.

Tony slapped Doug’s ass, then pressed his big body against him, calling him baby as their orgasms subsided.  I knew that reality had sidestepped us, somehow.  How was this going to end?

Well, Doug never came back to work.  At the Christmas party a few weeks later, Tony drunkenly admitted to me that he was probably bisexual.

Mark, on the other hand, told me he’d had fantasies of fucking me since we’d first met, but hadn’t had the balls to do anything about it.  We ended up moving in together, and he dumped his girlfriend a few weeks later.  It’s a nice arrangement.  He gets to fuck whenever he feels like it, and I get all the ass I can eat.  Who says you can’t have it all?