We asked Mack to meet us by our favorite hiking path. It was a favorite summer tradition of ours, meeting out by the quarry and starting a hike around this time in the early evening. By the time we’d get to the top, the sun would soon be setting and as long as we didn’t fuck around too long (we usually did), then we could make it back to our cars just as it hit pitch black out. We also loved it because no one came out here at this time. It was mostly families or kids our age hiking over here and none of them knew the woods like we did, so they’d be long gone before sunset.

Mack pulled up in his car in the lot, parking right next to us, despite there not being a single other car around.

“Hey boys.” He sounded a little tired.

“Hey sup,” I said, pulling him in for a quick hug. “How was training?”

“I’m fucking exhausted man. You guys are killing me wanting to do this hike tonight.” 

Declan tried to rile him up a bit, “don’t be such a bitch. Do you know how many times you forced me out here when I was tired!” Mack met his sassiness with a playful shove.

We set out onto the path, starting the 1.5 mile thirty minutes up to the “peak” overlooking the quarry lake below. It took all of five minutes before Mack had taken his shirt off and tucked it into his back pocket, hiking in shorts and a hat, his filled out body looking thick as we climbed. His chest had a little more hair on it than I remembered last time but he still looked soft all around. 

I hovered back with Declan for a second. “So?” I gave him eyes.

“Sooo??” Declan looked confused.

“Sooo do you think he looks…hot?” I motioned my head up ahead at Mack.

“Oh,” Declan panicked, “I don’t know! Maybe? Yes? I don’t know!” I rolled my eyes and kept moving.

We made it to the top quicker than usual, taking our seats and panting, catching our breaths, a decent sweat having built up for all of us. The sun still had some time to set, but the view was still beautiful, clear, crystal water shimmering down below.

“Thanks for texting,” Mack said, taking a swig of water. “I’m gonna miss this a lot soon.”

“Let’s make sure we come up here again all 5 of us this summer,” I added. 

“Definitely.” Mack responded.

“You think Mack will still make us come up here together when we’re wrinkly and old as shit in 100 years,” Declan said in a serious tone.

“Oh fuck off!” Mack threw a stick at Declan who dodged it and giggled.

Declan glanced at me and nudged his head towards Mack. I shook my head as if to say what do you want ME to do? Declan made sure Mack wasn’t looking and mouthed to me, ask him. Please.

I rolled my eyes and mustered some of the newfound bravery I got this year.

“Hey…Mack?” I asked, moving to sit near him.

“Sup?”

Declan came over and barged into the moment, “oh fuck it whatever. Mack I think I might be bi and I wanna test it out with a threesome with you guys. What do you think?”

Mack rolled his eyes and shook his dead, “fuck off Declan, Olly was about to say something for real.”

“Huh? I’m serious,” Declan responded

“Olly, what’s up?” Mack just ignored Declan. 

“Uhh. That, actually. I was gonna say that,” I motioned to Declan.

“What? Huh?” Mack was confused.

“I’m serious! Why does no one ever take me seriously!” Declan pouted.

“Because you’re never serious?” Mack raised his eyebrows.

Declan and Mack went back and forth.

“Fair fine. But I am right now!”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not!”

Mack considered him.

“You think you like guys…? For real?”

“I think so yeah, Olly’s been helping me figure out my shit.”

“How do you think so?”

“Well I’ve only done stuff with him,” Declan pointed to me, “but I’m not not interested in trying with someone else too…”

“Bi…?”

“I think so. I definitely like girls still.”

Mack considered him, thinking. “Olly?”

They both turned towards me.

“I mean there’s no instruction manual on all of this stuff. I think Deck’s figuring his stuff out. And I support him while he does. Maybe a weird proposition but…we thought…maybe the three of us could…ya know…”

Mack contemplated my words. “Okay. Well first off. Deck I fully agree with supporting you, you know I love you and I support you, no matter what,” he paused to squeeze Declan’s shoulder. 

“But…” he considered how to say his next words carefully, “I’m not into guys...I’ve had fun with Olly but it’s kinda a one-off thing I can’t really explain, I think…” Declan looked hurt.

“When I look at you, I just think of you farting and shit, you’re kinda gross dude,” he teased Declan, whose sadness went to anger.

“Oh my god, FUCK you Mack. I bet you’re fucking dirty anyway.” 

Well this was going well. I tried to mediate.

“What if…” I started, rubbing my chin, “we treated it like how two straight guys might with a girl…” they both stared at me. “Like…you’re both doing stuff with me only. But Deck can at least feel out whether he would want to be with the guy too in that situation?”

Again, they stared at me. Mack started, “is this just you manipulating us into getting both of our dicks?” He grinned.

“What?!” I threw my hands up, “no no! I’m just trying to help Declan! I’m offering myself up for the greater good!!” I tried to make myself look innocent.

“Fine.” Declan still looked offended about Mack’s views of him being gross.

Mack thought it over. “I really didn’t have on my bingo card getting some around Declan in my life honestly…” Declan still looked hurt and Mack seemed to realize he needed to ease up, “but…yeah that could be kinda fun…”

I decided to take the lead. I nudged closer to Mack and dropped to my knees in front of him. I raised my eyebrows as a question to him and he gave me a slow nod, eyes locked on mine.

I reached up and hooked my fingers into his waist band and pulled his shorts and underwear down in one motion as he lifted his butt off the rock face underneath. Out plopped his thick, soft dick, surrounded by dark hair, with his huge sweaty balls hanging below from the hot evening. 

I glanced to Declan, whose eyes were glued to Mack’s lap, clearly locked onto Mack’s manly looking package. His eyes were wide. It was clearly the biggest dick he’d seen in real life before and he looked like I did the first time I’d seen its girth.

I moved in and took Mack’s soft, large, dick into my mouth and started sucking. It was extra sweaty tonight after our hike, tasing extremely bitter and raw, but I didn’t mind it given how hot this was, performing for Declan. 

I bobbed up and down as I felt Mack harden in my mouth, until he eventually reached his full seven thick inches. Per usual, I struggled mightily to work his large cock, but did my best to service him as his hand played with my hair. He stayed relatively quiet, probably fighting back moans with Declan nearby, trying to seem tough. I forced him as deep into my mouth as I could, choking on his beast and gagging out spit, my eyes watering.

“Fuckkkk.” Mack let out a low groan unable to hold back, “god you’re so good at sucking dick, Olly.” 

I popped his cock out of my mouth but kept stroking it, smiling up at Mack. “Declan, come here,” I patted on the rock, next to Mack.

He moved to sit next to Mack, getting as close to him as he could without actually making physical contact. He stared down at me as I worked Mack’s cock. 

“Guys I’m definitely bi…” Declan whispered.

Mack’s curled grin of pleasure opened into a big laugh and he put an arm loosely around Declan, squeezing his opposite shoulder. “Glad that seeing our friend suck my dick unlocked something in you,” he teased.

“Oh fuck you!” Declan rolled his eyes and threw Mack’s arm off his shoulder.

“I bet you’d like that,” Mack winked at him and I smiled with my mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking his sweaty meat. 

Declan lifted himself up and stripped himself, now with a shirt on but naked from the waist down, his shorts bunched around his ankles. He was already rock hard. He started stroking his uncut penis.

“I think mine could eat yours as a snack little guy,” Mack teased again.

Before Declan could respond I moved my mouth to his cock, in between getting a word in, “no size bragging Mack, I love Declan’s cock,” I emphasized the word cock to try to stroke Declan’s ego. I did genuinely love his body and I wasn’t going to let Mack get a word of teasing in about their size difference.

I took Declan’s dick into my mouth, his saltiness mixing with Mack’s, feeding my primal desire for man.

“Oh, mmhhm,” Declan settled into me blowing him for the second time today. I kept stroking Mack’s cock, working one dick with my mouth and the other with my hand as they both now let out low moans, both trying to hold back the audible sounds of their pleasure. 

“So hot.” Declan said, playing with my hair now, and moving his eyes between my face and Mack’s dick as I stroked it. Now he was trying to perform.

I lifted off of Declan and switched, mouth to Mack and hand on Declan, again feeling their unique tastes mixing, a cocktail of sweat and cock. I continued every minute switching back and forth, alternating, and loving the position I was in.

“Can I hold it Mack?” Declan asked, looking at our friend.

“Still not my thing, sorry buddy,” Mack said as I continued sucking him off. 

“Please? It’s so big.” I couldn’t tell if Declan was actually begging for it or if he was just trying to seduce Mack with a compliment.

“Ughhh, fine.” I lifted off of Mack and moved my mouth back to the adorable, smaller Declan, as he immediately took Mack into his hand and began jerking him off.

“Jesus Christ this thing is so fucking thick. I can’t even get my hand around it*…*,” Declan was mesmerized. 

“Keep jerking me. Faster.” Mack closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure and trying to ignore that it was Declan masturbating him. 

“I’m close already guys,” Declan panted, less than a minute into our new arrangement, “fuck…fuck…Olly…I’m gonna cum…” he sped up jerking Mack as warm shots of his cum spilled into my mouth, saltier than ever after our hike. I scrounged my nose at the bitter, salty taste, but kept sucking for his pleasure. He met my mouth with upward thrusts and high pitched whimpers.

“Olly, come here,” Mack demanded, pushing Declan’s hand off of his dick, clearly still not loving their contact. 

I quickly moved back to Mack and sucked him with everything I had, working the base of his dick with my hand underneath. Declan just stared as I worked Mack. After a minute or two, I felt Mack’s thighs start to tense up.

“Cumming.” Mack said, matter of factly, as I lifted off of his dick, wanting to give Declan a show. I jerked him furiously and opened my mouth wide as Mack grunted and released shots of semen at my face, hitting my mouth, outstretched tongue, nose, lips, a little bit of everything. His seed was even saltier than Declan’s, after his lacrosse training and the hike. 

As he finished, I licked my lips, and wiped my nose with my hands, sucking Mack’s cum off of my face to clean up. The overwhelming taste of their cum stained my tongue.

Author Note: This is a scene from a long form 50 part series of mine called Northern Lights! Check out my reddit page for more info on how to find my writing and this whole series!

The sky stretched out overhead, with Summer at its peak and the weeks of blue collar labor compounding the muscle and mind of the boys. Mid-July out on the farm was often the most brutal part of the year, with temperatures sometimes hitting close to one hundred degrees, and afternoon storms often rolling in on a moments notice to turn a blue sky into an apocalyptic darkness. 

“We’re working to get through as much as we can before the clouds roll in, sir.” Ty explained to Wyatt’s father, Stan, who spent most of his time on the road, trusting the twenty-four year old to keep operations running smooth.

“Good. Y’all have had a good Summer so far, no thanks to my boys.” Stan often referred to Cole as his second son and typically lumped them together in his disappointment at their productivity. He was a hard nosed, conservative, Midwestern man through and through, who took no bullshit and wasn’t one to show much care. His wife had passed away when Wyatt was a baby, leaving a deep void in their lives that only grew larger as Wyatt went through young adulthood.

“Dad, we’re pulling sixty hour weeks out here…” Wyatt snarled.

“Son, I could replace you and Cole both with one minimum wager…you’re lucky y’all have these jobs.”

Cole kept his head down in these moments, grateful to be able to bring in some extra cash, especially with college approaching in just a few weeks at the state university.

“Ty, come over here.” Stan said, low and commanding.

Ty put down the tool he’d been using and left the other guys to filter into the barn with his boss, “yessir?”

“Some of the bigger operations about an hour away came to me and asked if they could come to you with a job. Didn’t think it would be honorable not to let you know.”

Ty lifted his head, proud of himself for earning a name. “Oh. Thank you, sir.” He hesitated to say more.

“Whatcha think about that?” Stan asked, observing how the hefty and strong, baby-faced Ty responded.

“I’m grateful to be here sir. And I like leading shit…errr…stuff.” He rubbed the back of his sweat-soaked neck.

Stan let out a deep grunt of a chuckle, “Good man. I know watching over my kid ain’t easy. I appreciate that you keep his head on straight.”

Ty blushed, thinking about the last month, a rare occurrence for the usually laid-back farmhand. On one hand, he’d had Wyatt give him a blowjob out in the quarry to celebrate America’s birthday. He was conflicted in not really understanding what Wyatt might be going through and also having no clue on how to have a real conversation about it. But he was also aware of it, protected his secret, and had been keen to keep an even closer eye on the younger guy the last few weeks to ensure he was doing okay.

“Tyler, I’m going to increase your pay by 10%. This has been the best Summer the farm’s had since I moved out of running things day to day. You’re a good young man.” Stan held out his hand to Ty, who took it and smiled ear to ear. Wyatt’s dad was tough but the farm was his life and livelihood, and he compensated Ty far more than he would’ve earned from any other job in town.

“Thank you, sir!” Ty beamed, “anything else, sir? This storm is coming in and we need to get more done today.”

Stan smiled at him, “keep Wyatt out of trouble. Fair or not, that’s part of this job too.” 

“Yessir”. Ty returned to the other guys and farm hands. Stan made his way back to the main house two miles up the road without saying goodbye to his son or the others.

“Let’s go boys! Double time!” Ty picked up some tools and yelled. 

“Ty we’re gonna get stuck out here if we don’t get the fuck outta here soon!” Wyatt complained.

“Better work fast then!” Ty responded, raising his eyebrows.

“Ty you know I hate to agree with this lazy fucker but he’s right…” Joe looked up at the sky as it quickly shifted from a baby blue to a deep gray.

Ty looked up and gritted his teeth in frustration. He dismissed the other farm hands but kept the boys there working. Around 6:30, the rain started falling out of nowhere, a sudden monsoon appearing overhead.

“FUCK!” Cole shouted, beckoning to Wyatt who sprinted alongside him into the barn.

Ty squinted his eyes through the downpour and threw down a rake in frustration before trudging towards the open barn door. Joe ran to grab his bag from a nearby tree before finally getting into the barn after them, soaking wet like he’d just jumped into a pool.

“Fuck!!! I’m drenched!!!” Joe shook like a wet dog.

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” Wyatt screamed, “now we’re fucking stuck here, you fucking idiot!”

“Shut the FUCK up Wyatt.” Ty looked frustrated, maybe even at himself, though he wouldn’t admit it.

“At least we have a few drinks and snacks…” Joe dumped out the backpack he’d run to grab. Two plastic whiskey bottles and a few loose bags of chips fell onto the ground.

“There you go!” Ty’s frown lifted immediately, “see boys? A little slumber party out here!” 

Cole smiled at the chance for another moment of basking in the simpler life before he left in a few weeks.

“This is so fucking stupid.” Wyatt huffed, crossing his arms.

Joe smirked, “you need to lighten up twerp.”

Cole walked to his best friend, “Wyatt, it’s fine in here. A little cold but the drinks will help.”

A crash of lightning struck overhead, briefly lighting up the barn through slim cracks in the wood on the sides. Ty switched on a battery-powered lantern and hung it from a nearby rafter in between the two levels of the barn, lighting up just enough space for them to sit around against bails of hay.

Joe popped open a bottle and began to pass it around. Wyatt rolled his eyes and took it, reluctantly.

“When do you leave?” Joe asked Cole.

“About a month now. Soon.” Cole took a swig and smiled.

“Dumb.” Wyatt snarled.

“Whiny bitch boy,” Joe grinned and stuck his tongue out at Wyatt, “here, you need this more than we do.” He handed the bottle back to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wyatt took it anyway and gulped down a second drink, feeling it warm his throat.

Joe grinned, “you’re a sad boy because your best friend is leaving you.”

Ty felt a ping of guilt and awkwardness, not wanting the conversation to go there but not wanting to make it even worse for Wyatt.

“Fuck you. I’m not sad. I’m just saying that going off somewhere is dumb.” Wyatt grimaced.

“Sure kid.” Joe wasn’t buying it.

“Wyatt I won’t be far, and - ” Cole started before Wyatt cut him off.

“Do whatever the fuck you want Cole! I don’t fucking care!” He lashed out.

Ty was taken aback, wondering if things were even worse for him than Ty realized. “Joe did you finish with that section of the field today that…” he tried to change the subject.

“No work talk, cmon Ty!” Cole playfully shoved him, “Wy, what is it about here that you love? You hate the farm.”

Wyatt eyed his best friend, taking in his handsome face, his adorable and soft features, his ears that were just slightly too big for his rounded head. “I don’t even know. It’s just home, ya know? What’s so bad about home?” He looked at the ground.

Joe nodded and held the bottle up, “here, here kid.” 

Wyatt met his salute and rolled his eyes but couldn’t hold back a smirk.

Ty eyed him up and ventured into the unknown territory of trying to actually help, “what is it about home, Wyatt? The people?”

Wyatt held his gaze for a few seconds, trying to send a message of what are you doing. Ty held his eyes and gave a small nod of encouragement.

Wyatt took a deep breath, “I dunno, maybe. We know the land, the stores, the people, the…friends,” he quickly turned his eyes to Cole, “If it ain’t broke, why try to fix it?”

“Half the shit you touch breaks though, so you create things for us to fix!” Joe bellowed out laughing. Ty rolled his eyes at the group’s inability to be semi-serious for even ten seconds.

“I’ll miss this though, guys,” Cole smiled at the three of them, “y’all are my best buds here.”

“Yessir! Stuck in a barn with some whiskey and you fuckers!” Joe took another swig before realizing they’d all already finished one bottle.

“I’m gonna miss you kid.” Ty tried a new tactic to put the emotional spotlight on himself. “Won’t be the same without you here.” He smiled at Cole.

“GAAAY!” Joe yelled.

“Can you fuck off, Joe? Stop…” Ty said more seriously than he intended.

“Jesus Ty, my bad man, I didn’t know you were so sensitive!” Joe laughed.

Wyatt stared at the ground, clearly upset, a small tear even materializing on his eyelid. Even Joe picked up on it.

Joe eyed him curiously and shifted on the ground, sitting up a bit. “My bad. Sorry. Cole I’m gonna miss you too.” Ty gave him a slight nod of approval.

Wyatt sat in silence, continuing to stare downward.

“I’ll miss you guys too. But I promise I really won’t be far. And I’ll be back a ton.” Cole said it directly towards Wyatt, who didn’t raise his head to meet his eyes.

“Let’s drink to that!” Joe opened the second bottle, took a huge gulp, and passed it around again.

They finished the second bottle and the couple chips they had for food. As 9:00 approached, the long work day and drinks took their toll as the storm raged overhead, with water beating down on the roof, making it harder and harder to have a conversation amongst the four of them. 

They decided that the pile of hay on the ground wasn’t large enough for all four. The older and larger Ty and Joe took the larger pile on the ground floor while Wyatt and Cole made their way up to the loft, where there was a smaller pile. There, they found a small mess of soft straw barely bigger than the size of a twin bed.

As they settled in, Cole instinctually lowered his overalls down over his pale, slim shoulders. He slowly pulled them down over his soft chest and gave his own pits a whiff, smelling the results of the long work day and wrinkling his nose.

Wyatt fought the immense urge to stare at Cole's body but couldn't help himself from the deep pain and excitement that mixed within him as Cole stripped down to just his boxers. Wyatt removed his own clothes and looked down at his tanner and bonier, rougher frame. 

The two friends curled up on the pile of hay, trying to keep some distance between them, but quickly beginning to shiver in the colder temperatures that the storm had suddenly brought on. Wyatt felt his heart beat racing as he watched Cole’s ghost white chest steadily rise and fall next to him. He tried to focus on the sound of the rain pelting the barn's tin roof, but his senses were overwhelmed the heat and intense, raw scent radiating from Cole's body.

Wyatt tried turning over to take his mind off his best friend lying next to him...and failed. His heart continued to race as he subconsciously remembered how Cole had felt in his hand and imagined what he might even taste like. Suddenly, Wyatt felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned to see Cole looking at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. 

"Are you okay?" Cole asked softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the storm.

Wyatt hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm just…I’m…yeah I’m fine...”

Cole glared at him, his face illuminated by a flash of lightning outside. “What’s wrong?”

Wyatt's heart swelled and he couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for his best friend. Without thinking, he nudged himself closer to Cole, pressing his legs up against his best friend from feet up to the middle of their thighs, stopping just short of touching their groins together.

Cole looked up at Wyatt, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "Wyatt...what are you doing?"

“I’m freezing…” Wyatt panicked but responded with what he considered a decent excuse. 

Cole chuckled and loosely put his hand on Wyatt’s arm, “okay yeah that’s fair…”

Feeling awkward at their closeness but still limited contact, Wyatt flipped over and backed his bony butt into his best friend’s groin, pulling Cole’s arm under his own, and over his chest, pressing himself into a little spoon position.

“Wyatt…what…” Cole whispered as he held back from fully embracing their cuddling position.

“I’m cold.” Wyatt kept his response short.

“This is pretty gay Wy…” Cole let out as a soft chuckle, more to diffuse the potential for judgment later on, than actually feeling awkward.

Wyatt gritted his teeth and felt his eyes well again. He bit down to hold back the tears from fully forming. 

Cole eventually settled into holding his best friend more liberally, not in a sexual or even sensual way, but comfortable with the close contact with his best friend that he’d known since birth. As Cole felt sleeping coming on, comforted by the hammering of rain above and Wyatt’s soft skin warming him, his best friend laid in front of him overwhelmed with emotion. Pleasure from knowing how close Cole’s naked body was, pressed up against him, and fear over what he was feeling.

He’d been holding his breath, he realized, ever since Cole had settled into this position. Cole’s breathing was deep and even, with soft puffs of air against the back of Wyatt’s neck. He could feel the lean, small muscle of Cole’s arm draped around him, holding his chest just under his nipple.

Wyatt gritted his teeth. Cole’s casual comment that this was gay had stung more than a slap. He shifted and rolled back over to face his friend, who opened his eyes, again confused. He untangled himself from Cole’s arm, the loss of contact leaving his skin feeling instantly chilly and exposed. Cole’s pale skin looked almost translucent, his lips slightly parted as he dazed close to sleep. 

Wyatt slowly moved his hand down and watched as Cole’s eyes followed it, his best friend’s head still.

Wyatt rested his hand on Cole’s bare hip, feeling the soft skin. He paused, his breath catching in his throat. Holding Cole’s gaze, Wyatt slowly slipped his hand into Cole’s underwear, feeling his light pubic hair and eventually settling onto Cole’s small, soft penis. He closed his fingers around the delicate package, simply feeling it in his hand, wrapping his fingers around Cole’s balls and letting the shaft settle into his palm. Wyatt held his hand around his friend’s full, small package and kept their eye contact direct and unwavering, neither of them speaking a word.

Cole stayed soft down low but his chest clearly picked up in speed. Neither of them dared to acknowledge what was happening. Slowly, Wyatt allowed his thumb to move. He traced the smooth, velvety skin, feeling the distinct ridge of the head of Cole’s penis, the delicate soft texture. It was coiled up and tiny in the cold, damp barn. Wyatt loved it, knowing that it almost more sensual that he was feeling it in this gentle, natural state.

Wyatt caressed his friend’s balls, careful to not hurt him, but desperate to learn the shape and outline of every millimeter of his private area. Feeling its exact weight, the small vein on the side of the shaft, Wyatt studied it by touch, careful not to miss one single spot. He felt a strange reverence towards it, as if he were holding something sacred, this special part of Cole’s body.

Ten full minutes like this stretched out from the tension coiling in Wyatt’s gut. Finally, he felt something different. Cole shifted and a soft sigh escaped his lips as his penis clearly started to grow in Wyatt’s palm. Wyatt froze, his hand clamped tight, his mind screaming at him to pull away.

Cole’s voice was a raw whisper. "Wyatt…what…what are you doing?"

Wyatt’s throat closed. He couldn't form a lie, his brain short-circuiting. The only thing that came out was a plea.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, Cole…”

He could feel Cole’s mind working, trying to process everything. There was a long silence, broken only by a loud crash of thunder that rattled the barn.

"I'm just upset that you're leaving," Wyatt choked out. The dam had broken. “You’re going to forget about me. I know you will. I have nothing here except you.” The vulnerability in his own voice shocked him. He had never expressed emotion like this to anyone, not even Cole. They communicated in jokes and slaps, not in rambling fear and abandonment.

Cole was quiet for another long moment. Wyatt could tell Cole’s heart was speeding up, because he could feel the pulse from his semi-hard penis that he was still holding.

"Wyatt…are you gay?"

Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut. Tears finally escaped, sliding down his cheeks. He couldn't answer. A yes would make it real. A no would be a lie. He said nothing. His silence was the only answer he could give.

Wyatt felt tears slowly making their way down his own face, and sensed Cole’s glaring gaze, glued to his face. Wyatt looked up at his best friend with innocent, terrified, eyes and panicked as Cole moved his own hand down towards where Wyatt’s was buried in his underwear. 

“Cole…” Wyatt pleaded.

But he was shocked when Cole’s hand kept going down to the bottom of his boxers, slowly pulling them downward from the bottom and letting loose his now fully hard six inches, with Wyatt’s hand gripping onto it for dear life. 

Cole’s groin now fully exposed, Wyatt looked down and took in the sight of the pale cut penis in his hand and the small, soft balls that hung below, falling on his right thigh from gravity lying on his side. Wyatt began to really stroke his best friend now, rubbing his hand up and down the shaft, stopping near the head to swirl the pre-cum into the glands with his thumb. Both of their breathing picked up in speed and volume, as he pumped Cole’s dick. Cole closed his eyes briefly, letting out a soft moan and involuntarily flexing his dick in Wyatt’s hand, which only served to make him speed up faster. Wyatt could feel Cole ever so subtly grinding into his hand, his dick pulsing with a life of its own.

“Wyatt…” Cole choked out a whimper and grabbed Wyatt’s wrist, stopping him momentarily. He shifted, panting. “Stop…wait…”

Wyatt froze, his hand still holding his best friend’s hard cock, some shame washing over him. He started to pull his hand away, giving in to his shame, but Cole’s fingers tightened around his wrist, not pushing him away, but holding him in place, still.

Cole took a shaky breath as the storm continued to rage overhead. “Are you?” he asked again, his voice softer this time, “are you gay?”

“I…I really don’t know,” Wyatt whispered, the words tearing from his raw throat. It was the truest thing he’d said all night. Blowing Ty at the quarry had made him realize that this was clearly more than infatuation with his best friend, but it was Cole, and only Cole, who stuck out in his mind twenty four hours a day.

Cole searched Wyatt’s face, looking for a lie or that he was holding back, “what do you mean you don’t know? You either are or you aren’t, right? It’s okay Wy…”

“I’m being honest, Cole,” Wyatt pleaded, his voice cracking. Another tear escaped and slid down his cheek “I swear. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I just…I don’t want you to leave. And I want to make you feel good…” He trailed off, his gaze dropping to where he still held Cole’s penis in his hand.

He could see the war playing out in Cole’s head through his eyes. Cole turned the idea over in his head. He knew he was straight and didn’t really understand what Wyatt was going through at all, but he also cared about his best friend and didn’t want to hurt him. He also thought about how he wanted to explore more of the world and that it might mean things weren’t always so simple. And all at the same time, in the simplest way, it felt pretty damn good to have his dick tugged by someone.

Slowly, Cole loosened his grip on Wyatt’s wrist. He didn’t pull away. He let go, leaving the power in Wyatt’s literal hands.

Wyatt took a breath and resumed jerking his friend off, his movement more confident now knowing he wouldn’t be stopped. He slid his hand up and down the six inches of length, feeling an increasing slickness that was beginning to gather up and down the shaft. Cole let out a low moan, his head falling back against the pile of hay they were using as a pillow. His eyes fluttered shut.

Emboldened, Wyatt shifted his body, needing more contact, more of Cole. His free hand, which had been lying between them, reached out. He hesitated for a second, then slid it around Cole’s narrow waist, his fingers finding the silky smooth, soft skin of his friend’s ass. He cupped one of the cheeks, feeling the surprising squishy roundness of his little, soft butt.

Cole’s eyes shot open at the new contact on his backside. “Wyatt?” he murmured, a note of confusion in his tone. The feeling of a hand on his dick was one thing, a pleasure he could easily compartmentalize. But his best friend rubbing his ass felt more personal and strangely more intimate.

Wyatt didn’t answer. He just squeezed gently, kneading the smooth flesh as his other hand continued its steady stroking. Wyatt felt Cole’s tiny glutes contracting under his touch as he jerked him off, eliciting whimpers from his best friend.

Cole’s hips began to move again, bucking into one of Wyatt’s hands and against the other from behind. His breathing grew harder and faster, his butt now really starting to squeeze. “Wyatt…I’m getting close…”

Wyatt gave a quick, encouraged nod, and sped up, rubbing one thumb against Cole’s frenulum while he dared to move his other hand further around Cole’s ass until his fingers were just barely reaching into his still hairless crack and brushing close to his hole.

“Wyatt…” Cole sounded scared.

“I won’t go further, I promise.” Wyatt didn’t want to freak him out, he just wanted to feel as much of Cole as he could. Cole returned him a small, trustful nod.

Wyatt studied Cole’s face, saw the strain and pleasure in his eyes. A flash of lightning illuminated them for just a second, freezing the image in Wyatt’s mind: Cole’s lips parted, his hair brushed to the side, and his body arching into Wyatt’s touch.

With a final, desperate gasp, Cole convulsed and moaned, his sounds drowned out by the rain. One thick, hot rope of cum shot from him, shooting onto Wyatt’s stomach with the rest dribbling out and pooling in his hand as Cole whimpered and jerked his head forward in ecstasy. Wyatt slowly stroked his best friend through his orgasm to the finish, milking every last drop out of the tip. Cole brushed Wyatt’s hand to slow him down, the sensitivity becoming overwhelming as he finished. Wyatt slowly withdrew his slick hand from Cole’s penis, the other still resting on Cole’s ass, not wanting to let go.

They stared at each other for a moment, panting and their minds racing through what might happen next for them. Cole could see pain in Wyatt’s face for the first time in his life.

“Wyatt…” Cole whispered, somberly, “I’m sorry…”

Wyatt understood his apology for what he couldn’t truly offer, gritting his teeth and feeling one last tear slide down his cheek. He pulled his other hand back and turned to face away from his best friend, his own meat pulsing in his underwear and begging for an attention that wouldn’t come.

He heard Cole slide his boxers back up but was surprised to then feel Cole’s arm return to its big spoon position under his own arm and across his chest, this time pulling him in with more intention to snuggle. Wyatt backed up into his friend’s embrace, feeling Cole hold him tightly with their bodies intertwined. After a few minutes, Cole even moved his leg over Wyatt’s to entangle them further. Neither said another word as they fell into a deep sleep together.

Last Part

Author Note: This is part 3-4 of a 7-part fully finished series. Check out my reddit page for more info on my writing and where to find my work!

Part 1

No answer and now I was cursing myself for pulling the blackout shades so tight, making it too dark to see a single fucking thing.

Whoever it was clearly slipped inside the door.

Okay, now I was officially freaking out. I could just picture the headlines now: naked college senior turned model fends off spring break intruder with his dick swinging around.

As whoever it was got closer to my bed, I could make out the shape; shorter than Xavier and small, but not slim.

“Mason?” I sat up a little, clutching the sheet to my waist. “What the fuck are you doing in here? It’s two in the morning. You okay?” Suddenly it hit me. “Wait, is Xavier okay?!”

He didn’t speak. Oh, he must be sleep walking. “Mason…buddy. You’re sleep walking. Wake up!”

He shifted his weight, his hands clearing fidgeting at his sides. “Shh. No I’m not. Relax.”

Relax?! I was freaking out inside and scared. Was this a dare? It had to be a dare. “I’m naked under here, man. Back up a step.”

He didn’t. If anything, he moved closer. I felt the mood change when his hand moved, slow and hesitant, until his fingertips reached down and brushed my stomach. My abs flexed on instinct. His touch was warm and shaky. 

Oh. 

Oh wow. 

He was clearly feeling my abs. 

“Mason, what are you…” I didn’t stop him.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he whispered, his voice cracking like he’d been holding the words in for hours. “Please don’t ask questions…unless you want me to stop?”

My brain was short circuiting. I’d never once looked at this immature little shit in a sexual way. He was far less attractive than Anthony, even if he was still kinda cute, but this was the guy who’d been making fart jokes and calling everything gay or lame his whole life…well, at least the part of his life I knew best, which was honestly pretty outdated at this point.

I couldn’t say anything because I was too interested, too curious, and too horny to stop someone from wanting to touch me. What guy wouldn’t want that?

He took the hint and slid his hand up and down, studying my abs. I just stared at the dark outline of his face. I could hear him take a deep breath and then he, at the speed of molasses dribbling out of a jar, moved his hand under the covers, searching for my penis.

His hand was warm and he knew exactly what he was going for. In the dark, with my sense of touch and hearing elevated, I could make out each finger and his palm as it slowly explored my soft shaft and then my balls as if he were performing an exam. My dick twitched, already interested, even if the rest of me was still catching up.

I swallowed. Fuck it. “Come in here. Take your clothes off.”

The words came out more directly than I meant them to, but they got the point across. He removed his tee over his head so fast that he almost tripped in the pitch black, then shoved his shorts and boxers down. I couldn’t see a thing but I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything now. Xavier’s best friend, standing naked in my bedroom in the middle of the night.

He stood there shaking, maybe waiting for me to change my mind or deciding whether he was ready to go through with something we’d never be able to take back. I pulled the sheet aside and scooted over. “Hey, come here.”

I lifted the sheet just enough for him to join me. I could feel his body wet with sweat, likely from nerves. He stayed on his back but our bare legs were now fully touching. 

I should’ve stopped it right there. Xavier was literally twenty feet away in his room. Mason was straight. Or at least that’s what I thought. But he was trembling from nervous excitement, he wasn’t the same young guy I used to know, and my dick was already leaking in his hand.

I reached up slow, cupping the back of his neck, my hand brushing against his soft brown hair. “You sure you want this. Because once we start…”

“Please,” he whined, turning onto his side to face me. “Can we not talk? I want this, Julian. Don’t ask me again. Stop if you want to.”

That did it. I kissed him hard, swallowing the little gasp he let out when my tongue pushed in. His kiss back was messy. I bit his bottom lip and he moaned into my mouth, loud enough that I had to clap a hand over it.

“Shh,” I warned, my thumb stroking his cheek.  “Xavier’s down the hall…” His face was totally smooth.

He nodded frantically. 

I let my hand drift down his chest, feeling a soft, smooth belly that had had a little bit of extra skin to it. When I reached his dick, a shot of shock went through my system. I couldn’t believe whose penis I was touching. But the way he was leaking also reminded me that this was a young man, capable of going after what he wanted, the same as me.

His dick was a nice size, probably between five and six inches (14cm) and cut. I gave him a slow pump and his whole body shook.

“Sensitive?” I teased.

“Fuck…yeah,” he panted against my palm. “Don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping now. I worked him lazily, learning what made him react, thumbing his frenulum area every few strokes until he was whimpering nonstop. When I let go he actually whined like I’d taken his favorite toy.

“Patience,” I chuckled, shifting lower.

I pushed the sheet down to his waist and took my time looking. His nipples were small and rock hard. I leaned in and sucked on one, causing him to arch his back. I did it again, then grazed it with my teeth until he was clawing at my shoulders.

“Oh my god…” he whispered. “Please…”

“Please what, Mason?” He had goosebumps. “Use your words.”

He squirmed. “Can you, uh…can you…uhm…”

“Speak, Mason.” I whispered.

“Can you finger me?” He said, nervously.

I slid a hand between his legs, cupping his balls. They were also smooth and a little small. When my fingers brushed his just barely hairy hole, he jolted like I’d shocked him.

“You like that?” I asked, circling it. I was surprised that his taint and cheeks felt so hairless and smooth. There was the faintest prickle of hair, just enough to feel, around the actual opening but I wouldn’t have expected a gross, straight high school senior to feel this ‘delicate’.

He nodded into the dark space, biting his lip.

I reached for the lube in my nightstand drawer and slicked two fingers. “Spread your legs.”

I pressed one finger in slow. He was hot inside, impossibly tight, and clenching hard before he forced himself to breathe and let me in deeper. When I curled my finger and found his spot his whole body seized, a strangled moan ripping out of him.

I clamped my hand again. “You gotta be quiet or I stop.”

He nodded his head against my palm, his eyes pleading. I added the second finger and rubbed his prostate until his cock was literally drooling onto his stomach in a steady stream.

I leaned in close. “You want me to fuck you?”

An instant nod.

I pulled my fingers out slow and reached for the nightstand to grab a condom. I rolled him onto his stomach, 

*Jesus Christ…*his butt.

Round, fat, smooth, pale…the kind of bubble butt that makes straight guys jealous and gay guys wild. I grabbed two big handfuls and squeezed. The flesh spread between my fingers, jiggling when I let go. How did he have this juicy thing?!

“Okay, you gotta try to be quiet,” I warned. “You wake your friends and we’re done for.”

I spread his cheeks and just stared for a second, my thumb rubbing over his hole. Fuck, it was beautiful. He immediately went from a six to a solid eight in my book, after seeing how perfect this ass had become.

I slid a condom onto my dick, eight inches and thick, uncut, curving up, and lined it with that tiny, small, locked shut target. I knew I was going to last a while too, after Kai just a few hours ago.

“Breathe, Mason.” I said.

He turned to look and his eyes went insanely wide when he saw how big I was. He buried his head down into my pillow. 

I couldn’t believe he was this closeted little freak on the side. Given he’d been so bold as to come in here like this, I had to guess he’d been fucking guys, likely for years. I never would’ve guessed that he was this experienced from knowing him years ago but I guess sometimes people surprised you with their closeted or secretive side. 

I pushed down and the head popped in. He screamed into the pillow, loud, and I froze. “You okay? What happened!?”

He nodded, frantically, “yeah, yeah…I’m…fine…all good…”

I took my time because, even if he was probably pretty experienced, I knew I might be bigger than some others guys he’d been with. Sometimes I honestly hated my length…I would’ve been just fine with something perfectly average, like Mason’s.

I was only an inch at most inside him, but it almost sounded like he was whimpering…or maybe he was crying? Not sad tears, but clearly overwhelmed tears. Maybe from it being me?

I went extremely slow, taking very slow pulses with just an inch or two inside him, giving him plenty of time to adjust. He was almost shaking as I fed him another inch, then another, watching the back of his head the whole time. 

I could feel the opening finally starting to loosen up a bit, after what was probably almost ten full minutes. I started moving a little faster, but still kept it to less than half of my dick in his ass. Soon, I was fucking him steady and his muffled moans were getting swallowed whole by my pillow.

“Can I push more in?” I asked.

“There’s more?!” He grunted back. 

It made me smile. “Yeah a lot more. Are you okay?”

Mason whispered. “I’m…yeah…I’m okay. But maybe just keep it where it is.”

I was disappointed but understood. I so badly wanted to feel what that fat bubble butt would be like against my groin, bouncing and jiggling, but I did as he asked and kept it at only halfway in, sliding in and out, still in absolute heaven from the crazy tightness of his ass.

“You’re a good boy, Mason” I whispered, kissing the back of his hair. I couldn’t believe it was Mason. “You feel incredible.” The bed started creaking.

“Mhhuhmmm…it feels so…so…good.” He sounded like a mess. He was clearly whimpering into the pillow and clenching his hands around it for dear life. Soon, every thrust was punching another muffled cry out of him. I reached down and around his body to wrap my hand around his dick, jerking like I’d learned he liked. “Julian…Jul…I…oh, god…” he was completely under my spell.

It took seconds, thirty at most, and he was straight up screaming into my pillow. I was laughing and smiling, feeling his dick shoot loads of cum all over my hand and my bed. His fat ass clenched even tighter, trying to milk it out of me and failing. He kept cumming, for what seemed like forever, and was literally shaking through his orgasm.

I wasn’t done and I didn’t stop. 

I just kept on fucking through his come-down. His cries turned softer and oversensitive and sweat dripped off my chest onto his back. The whole room smelled like cum now, from his load soaking into my sheet.

I lasted another five minutes, at least, to the point that when I reached around, his cock was soaked and already hard again. I didn’t want to blue ball him but I was finally ready.

When I got close I pulled out fast and ripped the condom off. “Turn over, Mason! Turn over!!”

He quickly flipped over, looking startled and taking my lead. I jerked off my long, uncut dick in his face as Mason’s eyes were staring at it, looking hypnotized. “Open your mouth.”

He did as he was told, his mouth wide, his tongue out, and the tears still drying on the edge of his eyes.

I gave it one more base to tip stroke and fucking exploded. The first rope shot into his hair, the second smeared across his cheek, and the third finally landed with a splatter directly on his tongue. The fourth, fifth, and sixth spread out, painting his face, mouth, and forehead.

I milked the last drops onto his lips and collapsed beside him, panting.

Mason looked wrecked. My cum was soaking into his face and hair, and his chest was rising and falling, his hole probably gaping under the sheet.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek on the one spot that looked dry and clean. “You good, dude?”

He nodded, slow, his eyes still glassy. After my orgasm, I realized this seemed like a lot for him, which I guess was fair, since I was older and he was Xavier’s best friend. 

“Hey, come here, bud.” I pulled the blanket up over us both and tucked him against my side with his head against my shoulder. I used the sheet to wipe off his face and after two or three minutes, his breathing finally evened out.

I just fucked Xavier’s ‘straight’ best friend in the house I grew up in. And it was pretty fucking awesome. 

Holy shit.

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Part 1

The farm kicked off its Summer operations with a bang after a great Spring. There had been the right mix of weather that typically set up for a season with good crop. With their drunken circle jerk behind them, Ty had the three boys and their countless other seasonal coworkers running ten to twelve hour days in service of Wyatt’s family’s business. 

The first three weeks of Summer had been sixty plus hour weeks that had driven Cole and Wyatt straight to bed every single night, their bodies aching from the physical labor that Ty and Joe somehow managed year round. 

Right before the Fourth of July, Ty was in the middle of grinding them through their longest day of their Summer thus far, a 6:00AM start that didn’t wrap until close to 7:00PM.

“God damnit Ty, I’m fucking exhausted, I can barely see straight!” Wyatt whined, 50% as productive as Cole and maybe 25% compared to the older guys.

“Stop being such a whiny little bitch!” Joe mouthed off, sweat pouring down his forehead. 

Cole hung back with his best friend for a second and put his hand on Wyatt’s exposed shoulder, “you got this man, we’re almost done then it’s a long weekend.” He gave him a gentle squeeze of support.

“This is bullshit. I don’t wanna do this anymore!” Wyatt complained.

“You could go away to school?” Cole suggested, like he always did. 

Wyatt rolled his eyes, having had this same conversation dozens of times the last two years. The only interest he had in college was following his best friend wherever he went for more shenanigans. 

“Okay boys, I think that’s enough before the holiday!” Ty called out, clapping his rough, callused hands. His blonde, moppy hair clung to his soaked head, running sweat down onto his soft but muscular shoulders and chest, that showed from underneath his overalls. 

“Jesus, Ty that was brutal,” Cole laid down on the dirt, exhausted and normally focused on keeping his head down and trying to work hard, despite his tiny, boyish frame. 

“Bunch of pussies, man!” Joe spat, but also sat onto the ground against a shed, huffing and clearly completely spent.

“You were limping at the end Joe.” Ty called him out.

Joe smirked up at him, feeling his limbs numb from the physical exertion of the day.

“Let’s hop in my truck and burn off some steam, y’all earned it,” Ty walked over and hopped into his old beat up pickup and turned the ignition.

Wyatt jumped into the passenger seat, the privileged rich kid prince that he was, while Cole and Joe climbed into the pickup bed that was covered in various tools and materials. Ty set off for the twenty minute drive over to the freezing cold fresh water quarry that they often sneaked into in the middle of the scorching dog days of summer.

The old truck bounced down a dirt road, a cloud of dust rising up behind them. The sun was still far from setting and still beat down with 90 degree heat, baking Joe and Cole in the back bed. 

Wyatt, lounging in the passenger seat, had already kicked off his work boots and propped his dusty feet up on the dash. Ty rested his meaty arm on the open window and kept a faint smirk on his lips. He knew just what they needed to relax. Finally, the truck lurched to a halt beside an old tree that marked their hidden path down to the private access quarry basin. They hiked the half mile or so down to the water’s edge. It was a silent, still expanse of dark and freezing fresh water.

"You boys ready to get naked?" Ty called out. Wyatt and Cole exchanged a glance, confused if he meant naked, assuming he must have meant their usual in boxers.

Wyatt quickly tossed his cutoff tee to the side and unzipped his jeans, getting ready to hop into the water in his large boxers. Before hopping in, Ty cut him off.

“Let’s unwind boys! It’s been a rough week!” Ty announced, his voice booming with energy.

He lowered the overalls down over his dark tanned shoulders. His body maintained a less browned outline in the shape of the overalls he constantly wore, a unique tan that was his own. His shoulders, thick with muscle and a Midwestern meatiness, glistened from sweat. He let the overalls fall to his hips, revealing the soft swell of his big twenty four year old strong belly, a comfortable beer-driven layer over hard-earned muscle.

The eighteen year old Cole eyed up the oldest amongst them curiously. They’d all swam in trunks and even boxers countless times growing up. 

Ty flashed a wink at Wyatt before turning around and pulling the overalls down his nude thighs. His thick, doughy butt, slightly jiggling with movement, emerged, covered in a faint dusting of light brown hair all over the cheeks. 

“Dude what the fuck!” Wyatt exclaimed.

“Boss man is caked up!” Joe hooted. Usually the most conservative amongst them, the idea of Ty’s bare jiggly ass was more a joke to him than something sexual.

“What are y’all waiting for?” Ty challenged, casually stretching and scratching his right butt cheek and allowing the guys to see how ‘fat’ it was over the large muscular glutes underneath, before sprinting into the water.

Wyatt, usually the first to embrace any wild idea, found himself hesitating. He glanced at Cole, who looked like a deer in headlights, then at Joe, who was already starting to unlace his boots. 

“Well?” Ty’s voice echoed back, already twenty feet into the water, “y’all gonna stand there gawking at me all night?”

Joe, at twenty-two and often like the middle child of the work group, began peeling off his own sweaty shirt. “Don’t be a damn prude Wyatt. It’s hot as shit out here.” He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a rough but hairless, slim chest. His dark jeans, covered in dust, quickly followed along with his boxers pulling halfway down his groin in the process. As they slid down, a wild unkempt dark trail of fur became visible. As Joe took his underwear off completely, a wild forest came into view, silhouetting out a long and thick dick that easily dwarfed Ty, Cole, and even Wyatt’s slim but seven plus inches when hard. 

Joe smirked at the two younger guys, “I told y’all the other night that I was packing.” 

“Fuck man…” Cole stared at Joe’s manly looking hairy package that jutted out from his skinny, rough, body.

Wyatt stared, mentally comparing himself to his frequent nemesis on the farm.

“See ya in there boys!” Joe turned and followed Ty down into the water. His skinny ass was small and pale, but surprisingly hairy, contrasting against his smooth chest. Despite his conservative upbringing, Joe was unbothered by his own nudity or by Cole and Wyatt seeing him naked.

Now it was just Cole and Wyatt. Cole felt a flush creep up his neck. They hadn’t spoken a single word about the night exactly three weeks ago when Wyatt had essentially jerked Cole off. While the two eighteen year old best friends had seen each other naked plenty of times over the years, it felt like it carried a much bigger weight after their sexual experience.

Wyatt, ever the showman when challenged, took a deep breath. “Fine,” he muttered, more to himself than to Cole. He pulled down his underwear, revealing a tiny, tight smooth butt. 

His penis, though thin, was still much longer than Ty and Cole’s and sat in the midst of the only well-maintained groin of the four of them, just a few wisps of dark hair.

Cole watched his best friend turn towards him, his hung dick jutting out from his paper thin frame. It was now or never. He tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it off over his head and exposing his soft, smooth, pale chest to the air. His hands fumbled with his jeans. Wyatt had seen him change countless times but after his best friend had jerked him off, he now felt so exposed, so vulnerable. 

He took a deep breath and pulled his jeans and underwear down, his soft average penis coming into view amongst moderate but not messy pubic hair. He quickly cupped it in his hands and waddled in front of Wyatt, moving quickly towards the water. 

Wyatt couldn’t help but check out his best friend. He stared down at Cole’s little butt, surprisingly bubblier than he’d expect for how small Cole was. He watched how the little bit of plump fat on it jiggled as he walked and chiseled into his brain how pale and smooth it was, without a single trace of hair.

“Come on, Wyatt!” Cole yelled, already halfway down the embankment, trying to get into the water for cover.

By the time they reached the water’s edge, Ty and Joe were already fully submerged, their heads bobbing in the freezing, dark water.

“It’s freezing!” Ty yelled, a wide grin stretching across his face, water dripping from his wet hair.

Wyatt let out a whoop and plunged in with Cole quickly following him.

They spent the next hour horsing around, the tension of the long work day evaporating with each splash and laugh. Ty, with his powerful big build repeatedly dunked the younger guys into the water while Joe, quick and agile, dodged the older guy. 

Cole, despite his nerves earlier, let loose and had fun with his friends.

"Man this feels amazing!" Ty crowed, swimming over to a rocky ledge where he could stand with the water line down to his large chest.

"Fuck yeah, this is the life!” Wyatt agreed, treading water.

The other guys chuckled and nodded in agreement, even as Cole still wondered if he was missing out on something more.

"I never realized you were so...gifted Joe," Cole remarked, trying to sound casual.

"God blessed Wyatt with a rich family and me with a horse cock between my legs, what can I say!" Joe replied. 

"Well I sure as hell wish I had that thing!" Ty laughed, “in this water, mine’s about an inch right now!”

"Jesus y'all are such horn dogs," Wyatt groused.

“Coming from you, that’s saying something…” Ty smirked, alluding to their circle jerk a few weeks back that Joe still didn’t know about.

Cole and Wyatt gave him a look to shut up before they splashed around some more as the sun began to set. 

As the sky grew dark, Joe and then Cole one by one dragged themselves out of the water, exhausted but feeling more relaxed from the soothing cold quarry. The two guys dressed and laid in the back of Ty’s truck, cracking open a couple beers. 

“We should get out and join the guys.” Wyatt said, nodding towards the shore line about 100 yards away at this point. 

“Yeah we should,” Ty started, “or…” he nodded down to the water below him.

“Or what?” Wyatt turned his head.

“Or…you know…” Ty raised his eyebrows seductively. 

“I really don’t know, you ape. Spit it out.” 

“You could come lend me a hand like you did for your buddy Cole…”

Wyatt’s eyes went wide. “What. The. Fuck. Ty, are you crazy? I’m not gay…”

“Look man, I don’t judge and I don’t fucking care what your deal is, but I know you didn’t jerk Cole off just to help him beat me in some dare competition. I saw how you stared at him while you did it…”

Wyatt panicked and began to breathe heavily, looking around and seeing that Cole and Joe were far off in the distance and sitting in the truck facing away from them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Wyatt mumbled, even as he subconsciously paddled himself closer to the six years older Ty.

Ty stared at him with a knowing look and raised his eyebrow. Backing into a small cove that took them just out of view, Ty lifted himself up onto the edge of the rock surface, his hard and thick six inches standing out tall and proud amongst his forest of hair that was now matted down to his body from the water. Wyatt could see from this angle below wading in the water that there was a patch of dense fur along Ty’s taint leading to his hole underneath his balls. His body looked thick, strong, and manly.

Ty took his penis in his hand and began to slowly stroke himself, staring at Wyatt’s face without saying a single word, beckoning him to grab it.

“Ty…” Wyatt found himself drawing close to the guy who’d run his family farm since he was a kid, terrified and confused as he got closer. He found his mouth watering at the sight of the thick, manly meat that had gone from sweating through his overalls out on the farm all day to soaking in the freezing cold water of the quarry for the last hour.

Without a word, Wyatt moved further up the water, enough that he could stand and so that his tan skinny chest and stomach emerged from the water, but not enough for his rock hard dick to show. He couldn’t let himself, let alone Ty, see how much his body clearly craved this.

Wyatt's resistance crumbled. He reached out a tentative hand and grasped Ty's cock, feeling a girth and heft that matched his large, strong body. Ty let out a low groan of pleasure and leaned back, using his hands to steady himself against the rock. Wyatt started to pump Ty’s cock, fast and methodical like he was performing a task. He tried to make it seem like he hated it, like he was just doing what he was told to help out his friend, but deep down he felt himself about to burst under the water from the feeling of Ty’s cock in his hand.

"That's it, rich boy. Work your boss’ dick,” Ty grunted. "I bet you're wishing it was Cole’s again, aren’t you?”

“Ty what the fuck, cmon…” Wyatt protested with hurt in his voice. He wasn’t close to Ty but they’d known each other for so long that he didn’t expect his family’s farm manager to try to hurt him like that. Even still, he kept pumping Ty’s thick cock.

Ty reached out and cupped Wyatt’s cheek, raising his eyebrows with a clear offer that didn’t need to be verbalized. Wyatt looked again towards the shore and couldn’t even see Cole and Joe anymore around the rock ledge in the cove. He looked up at Ty who grinned back with a slight nod. 

Wyatt felt his heart hammering with guilt and shame as he leaned down and took Ty’s cock into his mouth. He moaned as his tongue tasted the intense musk that had only barely melted away in the quarry after the long sweltering day of work. He bobbed up and down, just a few inches in his mouth, as he savored the taste of a dick for the first time. He glanced up at Ty, who was staring off into the distance, probably imagining a girl down on him.

As Wyatt worked into a rhythm, he heard Ty start to grunt, a masculine noise that made him feel even more self-deprecated. Ty reached down and grabbed Wyatt’s messy hair and pushed him deeper onto his cock. Wyatt gagged and sputtered but didn't pull off.

Wyatt moaned around Ty's member, ashamed but lost in pleasure

"Fuck Wyatt,” Ty groaned. "I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all and I’ll let you leave work early next week…”

Wyatt sped up on Ty’s dick and felt his thick thighs tense as the older guy moaned. His mouth flooded with an eruption of hot, bitter, seed that poured down his throat, threatening to pour out the sides. He did his best to gulp it down, both hating and savoring the flavor.

As soon as Ty finished his orgasm, he pulled his dick from Wyatt’s mouth, “good job,” was all he offered before slipping back into the water, his naked groin now covered agin. “Gimme some distance, I’m gonna piss before we go back in the water.” 

Without another word, after stopping a few feet away for a minute, Ty began to swim back towards the shoreline where Joe and Cole laid in his truck.

Wyatt felt his eyes start to well up. He reached down and felt his throbbing dick under the water, begging for release after blowing the older guy. A rush of emotions flooded through him. Shame, humiliation, excitement, pleasure, all wrapped up into a stomach flutter as he stroked his seven and a half inches under the water.

The water lapped at his chest, the freezing cold doing nothing to dampen the heat in his groin. He couldn't believe he'd just done it. He’d sucked a dick. His thoughts flashed to Cole and how his soft, smooth, little ass had looked before they got in the water. How his penis had felt three weeks ago. The way that Cole's breath had caught in his throat when he erupted in Wyatt’s hand.

In the distance, he could hear Ty's deep laugh mingling with Joe's and Cole's voices. They were oblivious to what had happened and most of Wyatt hoped it would stay that way. He didn't think he could face them, couldn't face Cole, knowing what he'd just done. Knowing that Ty had seen right through him, had known that Wyatt wanted this.

His hand moved faster, his strokes more urgent. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, not wanting to draw attention. The waters of the quarry churned around him, his skinny abs tightening. 

With a muffled gasp and whiney whimpering, he convulsed forward and came. Overwhelmed with the best orgasm of his life, his hot semen poured out into the cold water, a cloud of white spreading out underneath the dark surface. 

He leaned back against the rocks, his chest heaving, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He felt alive and wondered if this is what Cole meant that there could be more ‘out there’; more pleasures and adventures in life than what the fields here held in store for them. Taking a deep breath, Wyatt pushed off from the rocks and swam towards the shore.

Author Note: This is part 2 of a 7-part fully finished series. Check out my reddit page for more info on my writing and where to find my work!

The Easton Elite Water Club or EEWC for short (or not-so-short) was a pretentious but influential swimming and diving club based in Southern Florida for college athletes looking to train over the Summer and take their championship aspirations to the next level. The founder of the group was a former olympic swimmer whose ego aligned with the silver medals he’d won decades ago. He set it up as a means to find the very best across the country to help hone their skills and exposure for future olympic qualification. It also happened to focused on the very best swimmers and divers who were gay.

Every May, there were private tryouts for an exclusive spot on the team. To even get to the pool for a tryout, you had to be amongst the best athletes in the country and scouted for an invite. The team typically only took five athletes at a time and this year there were two open spots to fill.

Three college men were invited today to compete for one of the illustrious spots - not directly against each other, but essentially so.

Preston swam in Massachusetts as a rising senior, the son of a finance executive who put immense pressure on him. He’d been competing since he was only 4 years old, always trained by the best coaches that money could buy. He was 6’3” with black wavy hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He modeled on the side, something he knew helped get his name out there for clubs like Easton. He was bi and had a longtime girlfriend at school.

Liam was an incoming college freshman from Indiana. He had a no-nonsense attitude and tireless work ethic that drove him to train every waking hour he could possibly get in the water. He kept a buzzed haircut in an effort to do everything he could for an advantage and maintained a toned physique. He was only 5’8”, much shorter than most of his peers, but he was one of the highest performing swimmers in the entire mid-west in high school, a star at only 18 and a rare recent high school grad being considered for Easton. He was a bit of a loaner because of his workman attitude. He was gay but had only come out to avoid pressure from his parents on finding a girlfriend. He found the concept of chasing guys to be a waste of time, focusing on swimming and having never even kissed another guy.

Ben was a rising junior from Southern California. The son of hispanic immigrants, he’d picked up swimming by accident just six years ago after being found by a local coach at his community pool doing laps for a workout. Ben was charismatic and loose, a team player who cared more for his club’s success than his own. He was deeply tanned, with dark eyes and hair and a stoic strong face. He stood at 5’11” with a slim figure. He’d never needed muscles to fuel his performance. Ben was closeted to his family but had taken a shot at his California coach’s suggestion, to apply privately to Easton, explaining to the coach that he’d need to keep from his parents the queer aspects of the team if he were to be selected.

The three of them eyed each other up as they walked up to the pool in their long, skin-tight trunks. They knew vaguely of each other from the nationwide circuit but had never competed against one another given their geographic disparity.

“Hey guys,” Ben shook out his hand to greet each of them.

“Hey. I’m Preston. Nice to meet you guys.”

“Hey. Liam.” Liam was short with them, respectful but focused on the competition.

“Ok boys! Welcome!” Coach Daniels, one of the assistants who’d spoken to them on the phone appeared. “We’ll keep today pretty simple. Each of you will swim a 50, 200, and 500 for me. Yards like for NCAA.”

“That’s it?” Preston looked around.

“That’s it!” Daniels said.

“Just once at each distance? No other strokes?” Preston was incredulous, having spent months strategizing for any possible requirement today.

“Nope. We have plenty of tape on each of you. Today is just to see how you perform in person and around each other.”

“Let’s do it,” Liam was focused and ready, “I’ll start.”

Ben and Preston stood on the side and watched Liam take his mark for the 50 at the edge of the pool. He was much shorter than they were but was incredibly toned. Not large, but hunky, but chiseled and right. He had blue eyes and a jawline that looked hardened by a challenging upbringing. Ben made a mental note of the wide curve that his ass made in his jammers, skin tight trunks that stretched from his waist to just above his knee.

The siren sounded and he was off. Preston studied the competition, fixated on Liam’s movements. He was done in a flash, coming up at 18.51, a solid mark. Liam emerged from the pool, looking angry with himself, seeing his time. He was better at longer distances.

Preston followed and came in at 18.38, a little better than Liam. Ben hopped in next knowing his slim build was best at these ‘sprints’. He came up on the other side, gliding like an angel through the water, and looked up at a time of 18.07. Much faster than the other two guys.

“God damnit.” Liam muttered to himself, loud enough for Preston, who was in a mild state of panic, to hear.

“Two more events man,” Preston responded.

After the first event they took a brief break to catch up.

“That was crazy man,” Preston fist bumped Ben who smiled.

“Thanks. My best event so you’ll get me on the next two, I’m sure of it,” he was excited to be here competing and would be happy with however things turned out.

“I heard you just started swimming in high school? Is that true?” Liam didn’t say it kindly.

“Yeah. Stumbled into it a bit,” Ben rubbed the back of his neck. Liam’s eyed pierced Ben’s soul, pissed that he’d been able to walk right into something that Liam had worked 12 hours a day for his entire life.

“So…” Ben was excited to talk other guys in the community. Far from his home closeted life. “What brings you guys here?”

“Swimming, dumbass?” Liam was still frustrated.

Ben felt embarrassed by his question, “right, obviously! I meant like being…gay or whatever?”

“Oh. Yeah I’m gay.” Liam was matter-of-fact in his response. His sexuality wasn’t important to him, he only cared about swimming.

“Cool cool. Me too. My parents don’t know though. They wouldn’t take it well.” Ben said, trying to connect with them, “Preston?”

“Huh?” Preston was focused on strategizing his 200 race, “Oh. Uh. I have a girlfriend but I’m bi…”

“Sure you are,” Liam didn’t bother to turn to him.

“Woooaah let’s not do that,” Ben jumped in.

“Fuck you. I’m not queer baiting asshole.” Preston had dealt with this his entire young life. He knew he liked guys too, he’d just been with his girlfriend for years and hadn’t actually hooked up with a guy since early high school.

They returned to the pool for the 200 yard freestyle next. The same order.

Liam - 1:37.99

Preston - 1:39.12

Ben - 1:40.56

“I told you guys!” Ben emerged from the pool, proud of himself for staying even somewhat close to the other two boys’ times.

“Fuck, neck and neck,” Preston cursed himself for the extra second on his time.

Liam kept his focus and said nothing. Another break.

“So what’s your training like?” Ben still tried to explore a connection with them.

Liam spoke up quietly, “Work my ass off. I train with my dad 7 days a week.”

Preston rolled his eyes at Liam but only Ben could see it. “I have a personal coach, my club coach, and my college coach. All hands on deck!”

Liam gazed at Preston, “So basically you bought your way here with daddy’s money,”

Preston’s eyes lit up, “Dude what the fuck is your issue?”

Ben stepped in between them, hoping Daniels wouldn’t see the fight about to break out, “Cool it guys. No one can swim like that without talent and hard work.”

“I bet it helps that his suit is about 100x the cost of ours,” Liam wouldn’t quit it.

“Fuck off,” Preston turned, done with the midwestern boy’s shit.

They lined up for the 500 yard freestyle to finish out the competition.

Liam - 4:07.55

Preston - 4:04.93

Ben - 4:13.00

They finished, realizing that Liam had gone 3, 1, 2; Preston had gone 2, 2, 1; and Ben had gone 1, 3, 3. 

“Wow guys, that was impressive, I can’t say I’ve ever seen a split like that. Ben’s clearly got the 50 down and you two are better at distance, this is going to be really tough for us.” Coach Daniels said. 

“How many spots do you have again?” Ben asked, hoping the answer was three.

“Right now, just two unfortunately,” Daniels scratched his chin, “and we have 3 other guys coming in tomorrow too. We’re good for today, I’ll leave you guys here if you want to swim or chat any more, no one should bother you, we run the club and closed it to the public today. I’ll let you know next steps in a few days.” With that, he shook their hands and was off.

“That was great guys. Hopefully they find a way to get all three of us in this Summer!” Ben kept up his cheery attitude.

“Fuck that, I hope they realize I’m clearly the best for longer distance. Ben you’re awesome at the 50, I’d love to be on the team with you.” Preston was not having it anymore and wanted no part of sharing a team with Liam.

“I cracked 1:38 on the 200 buddy, you’re fucked. Daddy’s fifty thousand dollar suit won’t help you.” Liam grinned.

In one motion, Preston pulled his swimsuit down and off, revealing thick hairless thighs from shaving for speed. A large soft penis hung low, far below his waist, huge and proportional to his muscular and taller body. The other two guys’ eyes went wide.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Liam was shocked.

“You think my suit is my advantage? Let’s do it bare then. I’ll still beat you even with this thing dragging,” he grabbed his junk, clearly not bashful and cocky about his huge size. Preston turned to walk towards the pool’s edge, two large bubbly cheeks swaying and bouncing as he walked. 

“Well I can see why he’s a model,” Ben whispered to Liam, unashamed of how hot he found the rich senior.

“Shut up,” Liam was focused only on the competition. He dropped his clothes, following suit, walking towards the pool. His toned body continued down into his thighs and calves. He was hairless as most swimmers were and had a toned ass, much smaller than Preston’s bubble butt, but still jutting out with a curve purely from raw glute muscle. He walked up to the pool and the other two guys glimpsed a much more average looking penis, cut and held tight to his body after swimming in the cold pool. He was hot but his package was dwarfed in size by Preston’s.

“Welp, fuck it.” Ben decided to follow them, dropping his underwear to reveal an uncut penis that seemed slightly bigger than Liam’s and with balls that hung lower, even after the cold of the pool. His butt, unlike theirs, wasn’t any more muscular than a non-athlete and was pretty slim, especially for a college swimmer.

“You don’t shave…” Preston asked, clearly checking Ben’s body out and noticing a patch of pubes and some hair on his thighs.

“Never understood it down there really, it’s usually covered anyway,” Ben held his penis to cover it as he walked over to the pool. He was a little more anxious about being so exposed with the other two boys’ eyes staring at him.

“Let’s do a 200, it’s in the middle,” Liam, of course, suggested.

“Of course you’d want the distance you just won,” Preston rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t we do a 100? Seems fair?” Ben, always the team player, suggested.

“Fine.” the other two boys said in unison.

They used an app for a random start timer and technology at the pool to measure when their hands hit the wall. They took off into the pool when the start siren buzzed, all three of them swimming with everything they had. The race was fast and over before any of them had time to think.

“Fuck that’s hard, my dick had some drag on it!” Preston popped up and out of the pool, water running like a stream down jagged, hardened rocks in the wild. Ben stared up at him, glistening, and felt himself slowly hardening at the edge of the pool in the water, embarrassed and scared to now get out. Liam popped out as well and stood at the edge facing away from the pool, just above Ben. Ben looked up and essentially had a straight line view just a foot or two in front of him into Liam’s hairless, tight, teen cheeks. This close up, he could just barely see Liam’s hole peeking out, speeding up his fast hardening dick in the pool.

They looked over at the times.

Liam - 37.88

Preston - 37.92

Ben - 37.87

“WOAH!” Ben yelled from the pool, glad for a distraction.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Preston stood with his hands on his waist while Liam shook his head.

Preston exhaled a deep breath, “you’re good man. That was good.” He held his hand out to Liam.

Liam stared at it and rolled his eyes before reluctantly taking it, “you too. Sorry about before.”

Preston smiled at him while they shook hands, “All good. I get it. We’re competitive.”

“Yeah,” Liam tried to smile, the two of them clearly still jockeying to be the alpha but now more respectful of each other.

“Want to come shake our hands Ben or you staying in there all night?” Preston held out his hand to help Ben out of the pool.

“Uhhhh…” Ben panicked.

“You okay?” Liam attempted to offer some support.

“I’m uhh…” Ben scratched his head, “sorry guys I don’t mean to be weird, but I’m uhhh, really hard right now.”

Preston laughed, “No way, really?” Even Liam chuckled and grinned.

“Come up here.” Preston kept his hand out.

“Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Ben resisting getting out and exposing himself.

“I think it’s a great idea. Let’s see it.” Preston grinned devilishly at him.

“O…k,” Ben reluctantly took Preston’s hand and popped out of the pool, his straight out hard 6.5 uncut inches on display. He went to cover himself but Preston slapped his hand away.

“Don’t,” was all Preston said. 

Ben looked down and noticed Preston starting to harden, his meaty, thick, dick somehow gaining even more girth as it slowly stood up.

“Are you…?” Liam looked between the two of them.

“I told you I wasn’t queer baiting,” Preston smiled.

“Can I?” Ben said to Preston, pointing down at his semi-hard penis.

“Yeah,” was all Preston said, the question clear between the two of them.

Ben dropped to his knees and reached out for Preston’s dick, taking it into his hand. It felt heavy, like a weapon. Ben may have been closeted but he had plenty of experience with men and this was easily the biggest cock he’d ever held. He playfully slapped it against his cheek a few times to feel its heft. Preston smiled down at him and rubbed Ben’s hair. 

Ben slipped the monster into his mouth and began bobbing up and down, tasting a mix of salt, sweat, and chlorine. He struggled to fit even half of Preston’ cock in his mouth but tried to service him as best as he could. 

“How big is this thing?” Ben pulled back to look up at Preston, continuing to jerk off the much larger boy.

“I don’t know, maybe 8 something?” Preston smiled, clearly knowing the actual measurement but trying to play it cool.

“You just going to stand there?” Preston turned to face Liam who was now fully hard, just under 6 inches pointed out and upward, his breathing deep and gaze focused. It was the first time Liam had ever seen another man hard in person.

“I…” Liam was unsure of what to do.

“Come here Liam,” Ben said from his knees.

“Okay.” Liam slowly walked towards them, unsure of himself, but…interested. Ben took his hand and pulled him down to eye level with Preston’s now fully rock hard hammer of a cock.

“You okay?” Ben checked in with him.

“Yeah I’ve just…never…” Liam whispered, way out of his element.

“You’ve never sucked dick?!” Ben, far more comfortable with his experience, didn’t mince words.

“I’ve never even touched another one…” Liam admitted.

Preston looked down at him smiling. “Well well well…it’s your lucky day.” Preston took his dick out of Ben’s hands and wagged it around in Liam’s face, daring him to suck it.

Ben grabbed Liam’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Liam was startled and didn’t know how to respond at first, before taking a deep breath into Ben’s mouth and settling into the kiss. Their lips danced together, their tongues tasting each other. 

Ben slowly moved them closer to Preston’s dick, “you okay with this?”.

“Yeah,” Liam was already mentally kicking himself for putting this kind of intimacy off for so long.

Ben moved the head of Preston’s dick in between their mouths. He lapped at the head of Preston’s penis, running his tongue across it to still meet Liam’s mouth in a kiss. Liam’s tongue flicked across, meeting both Ben’s tongue and Preston’s dick, the incredible tastes mixing. Preston looked down at the two boys making out, his cock worshipped in between their tongues.

Slowly, Ben pulled off and let Liam enjoy sucking his first dick. As Liam struggled to bob up and down on Preston, getting only an inch or two in but lapping the head desperately, Ben moved up to make out with Preston.

Preston was much taller than them and far more developed. Ben massaged his huge shoulder muscles, flicking his tongue in and out of Preston’s mouth, occasionally nibbling at his lips.

“Wait wait wait…” Preston pulled back and Ben looked at him, but Liam was fixated on sucking his first cock and wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck…Liam that feels so good, but hold on,” he pulled Liam off his dick, who for the first time all day, genuinely smiled and looked happy. 

“We should go to the locker room,” Preston suggested.

“Right…” Ben considered the comment, “how far are we taking this…?”

Liam stood up and the three of them looked at each other.

“I mean…” Preston glanced between the two of them, “can I fuck one of you?” He bit his lip, hungry for the other guys. 

“Fuck yeah, you can fuck me,” Ben grinned, “or at least you can try with that,” he pointed at Preston pulsing dick.

Liam looked between them, overwhelmed with the view, “I have no idea what I’m doing guys but I’m game for anything,”

“We got you Liam,” Preston put his hand on Liam’s shoulder, all of a sudden now feeling like a big brother figure to him…other than that his dick was just in the younger guy’s mouth.

The three of them grabbed their things and scrambled inside, laughing and giggling as they hurried along to the locker room.

Author Note: Originally posted here about 1 year ago! Check out my reddit page for more info on my writing, where to find other chapters in this series, my other writing, and where you can find more!

Last Part

I’d been feeling a little lonely and annoyed since last week. Like I’d said, the lack of a dating history meant that my sex life was both the wildest I could imagine (once a week) and then the most boring imaginable the other six. 

I spent the majority of my time on schoolwork, partying, and prepping for Wednesdays, so I didn’t have much time for real friends. If I were still a sophomore or junior, I knew that Henry and I could’ve become closer, but there was no point in putting too much effort in when I’d be graduating soon anyway.

The only guy in Aristos who I actually did think I’d stay close to beyond graduation was Walker. Walker was a little over a year younger than me and a junior. We’d hit it off immediately when he joined the year after I did, mostly because he was here for the same reason I was, as a means to climb out of a less prestigious and privileged upbringing than most of our clubmates. 

Walker still came from a legacy family; his parents were big time scientists, but that was a different kind of prestige than the finance, political, and other juggernauts that most guys were born from. He was immediately down to earth and kind when we’d met. I could tell he knew he didn’t fit in and, like me, he struggled with the bullshit small talk that revolved around topics that ninety percent of the population wouldn’t understand. 

Unfortunately, we did struggle a bit for the first few weeks after he joined, once he found out about the arrangement that the guys had with me. I never felt judged by him, but he didn’t understand why they wanted to do stuff with me. I knew he struggled with being seen as close friends with me because of it. I couldn’t blame him, being a freshman who was young and scared to feel like even more of an outcast. 

Eventually, as we turned towards the middle of his sophomore year, we finally started hanging out again and he eventually apologized. He really didn’t need to, but it was still thoughtful of him. The fact that he was self-aware had earned him major points in my book.

I never brought up that I hoped I’d see his name on the Wednesday list someday, because the friendship meant far more to me than the chance to get him naked. He was also far from the best looking guy in the group, but he was at least average, and his personality added a point or two. I’d have given him at least a solid six overall, any day.

When he finally appeared on the list, just two months ago, my heart had skipped a beat. I was worried that someone else had signed him up as a joke, but there he was that following Wednesday, appearing in my room for the first time for something other than video games and snacks.

He felt guilty all three times he’s showed up since, but blowing him was genuinely my favorite part of those nights. Whether he’d admit it or not, we’d inevitably gotten much closer since I’d seen what he looked like when his body had an orgasm…

That loneliness this week meant I took a little longer to check my phone on Tuesday, wanting to let the anticipation and hope that Walker’s name would be on the list build. I took my time and went to my morning classes without my phone. It was strange to have the opportunity to be present and focus on my professor, and it made me wonder if I should’ve been doing it more often.

Finally, after lunch, when I got back to my room, I turned my phone back on and opened up that sheet. 

Six names were listed on the screen. Six! 

There’d only been one other time, ever, that six had signed up. That’d been both the best and messiest day of my life! I hadn’t been able to walk for two full days after. Now, I couldn’t contain my excitement for tomorrow…

Jeremiah. Roman. Paul. Mateo. Henry. Walker. My boy was on there!

And fuck me, that was a lot of dick for one night. I bit my lip, scrolling slow, letting the anticipation simmer of what each guy wanted to do to me. 

I rolled onto my stomach, kicking my feet in the air like a teenager. My phone buzzed with a text, but I flicked it away, ignoring it.

Jeremiah and Roman for sex. Not surprising. The warmup that left me gaping.

I paused, my thumb tracing Paul’s name. Sweet, nerdy Paul. He only signs up maybe once a month, but I live for it. He was like a superhero, who was a book worm by day and a sculpted god by night. Eight girthy, veiny, uncut inches (21cm) that pour literal gallons of cum out every single time. I wanted to bury my face in his massive, sculpted ass so badly, more than I’d wanted Henry’s, but he never succumbed to my begging. One day…before graduation. I had to have it.

I should have technically moved Paul down, below Mateo, if we were being strict about seniority. It went by grade year, then age, and Mateo was just a month older, but I didn’t bother. Mateo was an exchange student from Argentina who was just happy to be here. He’d been fucking me every other week this semester and the times I’d have to go from Jeremiah to Roman to Mateo were actually pretty painful. Those nights had made for some of the only ones when I’d teetered on the brink of calling it quits, so the chance to let my hole rest for half an hour, to blow Paul, was the perfect siesta.

Paul had fucked me once before, and it had been incredible, but that was a spontaneous decision that I didn’t think he’d undertake again, so this seemed like the safer order.

Mateo was hilarious and super ‘chill’ about everything. When he’d gotten to campus and learned about the Wednesday list, he immediately thought it was awesome. He was straight but had already gotten with a guy friend back home in college after a drunken night. He was the only one who truly understood that sex could just be sex, and that I was genuinely having a blast on these nights.

He’d been willing to explore literally everything and anything that I suggested, always saying you couldn’t say you didn’t like something unless you’d tried it. He was passionate when we fucked and liked it when I got off too, wanting to feel like he was satisfying me as well. I’d been the first guy he’d had sex with and had also been the first person to eat his little pale, bony ass.

After Mateo would get done railing me with that Argentinian flair, it’d be time for my best friend. I couldn’t wait for that time with Walker and I made a mental note to try to stretch it out as long as I could, to help him feel absolutely amazing.

And Henry? Little Henry who just last week was finally getting that fat peach eaten now already wanted to get inside me. That would be the perfect dessert to finish me off. 

Getting actually fucked by a fourth dick in one night was rare, but I was grateful that he was smaller than the other three. Five and half inches (13cm) was still gonna hurt like hell though, after hours of dick, so I’d likely need to ask him to go slow.

I scrolled back to the top, rereading the list like a menu. Jeremiah’s aggression. Roman’s sexiness. Paul’s flood. Mateo’s flair. Walker’s sweetness. Henry’s male virginity. My hole clenched just thinking about it, already prepping itself for the stretch. I’d be leaking cum for days, waddling to class with a secret smile. I couldn’t imagine how many orgasms I, myself, was going to have too.

I set my phone on my chest, staring at the ceiling. I slid a hand down my abs, fingers brushing my smooth groin and wrapping around my shaft. Already slick, I jerked myself slowly, edging myself to the thought of tomorrow’s lineup.

I accidentally came with a deep groan, painting my stomach with semen sliding into my belly button. I rolled off the bed, satisfied, and tiptoed out into the hallway and to the bathroom to clean myself up. I walked back to my room, unbothered if anyone saw me naked, and pulled gray boxers on before crawling back into my bed. These sheets would soon need washing yet again.

And tomorrow was shaping up to maybe be the best day of my life.

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Wednesday

Jeremiah wasn’t early this week, like the last. As I worked to loosen myself up, watching the clock tick past 8:00PM, I wondered what it might mean about his mood. Early meant impatient but late could mean all sorts of things. It could mean stress, it could mean he was about to take something out on me, or it could mean he was in a good mood and in zero rush. All three were going to be annoying.

At 8:04, the knock came, followed by the door slowly opening. Based on Jeremiah’s demeanor, he seemed to be relaxed and in good spirits. He had a big ‘fake nice’ smile plastered on his face, the one he wore in public all the time.

"Damn, Sawyer," he said, kicking the door shut behind him and eyeing me up and down where I sat on the edge of my bed, already stripped down to just my briefs and a tee. “Six guys tonight? You gonna be able to walk the rest of the week? We’re really gonna wear you out before you graduate.”

I smirked, leaning back on my hands, trying to play it cool, even though the thought of the full lineup made my stomach do a little flip. It was mostly excitement…mostly. "Yeah, well, at least I'm getting the worst one out of the way early.”

His smile dropped into a snarl, eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, towering over me. "What was that?” He grabbed a handful of my dirty blonde hair and looked down at me. The way my eyes glistened when I looked up at him betrayed the hatred I felt, making me look like his boy toy, desperate to please him. “You’re lucky you get the privilege of my dick. Now get on your knees."

I rolled my eyes but slid down obediently. “You’re lucky you have me. After graduation, I guess you’ll just have to settle for your girlfriend, huh?”

In two minutes, I’d upended Jeremiah’s mood. He unzipped his jeans and yanked them and his underwear down. His dick was semi-hard and hanging downward…I could smell it. He clearly hadn’t showered after a gym session earlier.

“Suck it.” He commanded.

I opened my mouth just as he thrusted forward, slopping his heavy, half soft penis into my mouth.

“Get it up for me,” he growled. It only took him thirty seconds. Gagging was inevitable with his size and aggression, but I relaxed my throat like a pro; three years of this shit will do that to you. Tears pricked at my blue eyes, but I kept them open, staring up at his snarling face. He loved the power trip, calling me names under his breath, like ‘pathetic little cocksucker’.

Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from his tip. He went at it for a solid three minutes, grunting and thrusting until his dick was rock hard.

"Enough," he finally panted, pulling out and leaving strings of spit connecting us for a second before it finally broke. “I’m gonna lay back. Turn around. Face away from me and ride it. I wanna watch that ass bounce and break, but I don’t wanna see that pathetic little dick.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood, tossing off my boxer briefs. My tan skin was smooth, as they wanted. freshly shaved that morning with nothing down below to remind them I was a guy. My own dick was half hard, but I ignored it; this wasn't about me getting off, not with him. I knew the guys who I liked to cum with and he was certainly not one of them. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, then straddled him reverse cowgirl style (or cowboy, you could say) as he laid back with his jeans still around his ankles.

"Sit on it, slut." He wiggled his dick around, swirling it. When he was on his back like this, I couldn’t lie, it looked so fucking big. He was blessed.

I lowered myself, feeling the thick head press against my hole. It stretched me open as I sank down, inch by inch, until I was fully seated, his bushy pubes tickling my smooth ass. God, he was big; always filling me to the max my body could handle. I started riding him, bouncing up and down, my hands on his thighs for balance. The bed creaked under us, and he groaned, slapping my ass hard. When my cheeks rippled, it was like I could feel his length inside me pushing outward against my glutes from the inside.

"Faster," he demanded, thrusting up to meet me. It didn't take long, maybe a minute and  a half of me grinding and riding before he gripped my waist tight.

"Fuck...gonna cum," he muttered, and then he unloaded deep inside me with hot spurts that made my stomach feel warm and fuzzy, like a tight placket. I really felt it flood me as he emptied his balls. He held me for a second, savoring it, then shoved me off like yesterday's trash.

I rolled onto the bed, catching my breath, cum already starting to leak out a little as gravity did its thing. Jeremiah zipped up, smirking down at me. "Have a good night, you pathetic slut. Tell Roman I said hi." He laughed and sauntered out, the door slamming behind him.

My hole already felt sore but thankfully, the way we did it had meant that he didn’t last long. That was the start I badly needed to be able to go all night across six men. One down, five to go, and it was only 8:26.

One minute later, Roman pushed into my room without waiting for an answer to his warning knock. Based on the bulge in his pants, I guessed that he was warming himself up in the hallway so that we could skip pleasantries.

"Jeremiah just said you rode him?” He stated with a grin, locking the door. “I want that too." He peeled off his shirt, revealing that thick mat of hair across his pecs and down his abs. Shorts followed, and there was his seven inch (18cm) uncut dick, already thick and with its foreskin pulled back a bit to show the slick, greasy head. 

“Get on me, cowboy.” he ordered, lying back on my bed where Jeremiah had just been. I wondered if he could feel how warm the sheets were from Jeremiah’s body heat. 

I was already naked, so I just climbed on, facing away like with Jeremiah. His dick was thicker than Jeremiah's in girth, that extra foreskin sliding back as I sank onto him. It helped with the friction for both of us. Fuck, the stretch was intense right after the first one, but I took it, bottoming out with more hairy balls pressing against me.

"Ride me hard," he said, hands on my hips, fingers digging in. “I want you to do all the work, for as long as it takes.” He said it with his usual grin that was half kind, but also half judgmental and pitying. I started bouncing, feeling him fill me completely, the cum from Jeremiah sloshing around inside. It made everything slicker, easier, so I picked up the pace, my ass slapping against his thighs.

That's when it happened. As I lifted up high and dropped back down, gravity kicked in hard. Jeremiah's load started leaking out around Roman's dick, dribbling down onto his groin, matting his pubes and coating his balls. I looked down and saw it falling along his sack between his legs.

Roman froze for a second and held me still, then sat up a bit, looking down. "What the fuck? Is that...Jeremiah's jizz?”

I couldn't help it, I bursted out laughing, still impaled on him, my body shaking with it. “Roman, you do realize that’s always in there helping you stay lubed up every week?”

His face twisted in panic at first, eyes wide like he'd touched something gross. "That's disgusting! I don’t want to see or feel it!” 

“It touches your dick inside a guy’s ass every week, man, get over it.” I laughed.

His grip tightened, and he snarled, thrusting up hard. "You think that's funny, huh? Laugh at this."

He started pounding into me from below, hands pulling me down onto every brutal thrust. The leaking got worse as cum oozed out with each movement, leaking across his hairy groin and thighs. I was still giggling at first, but it turned into moans as he hit that spot inside me beyond the second ring, over and over. 

“Still think it’s funny, you little whore?” he grunted, slapping my ass as I rode him harder to match his pace. The bed was rocking now, headboard thumping the wall. Cum was everywhere, leaking down his shaft, pooling on his pubes. He didn't seem to care anymore; the panic flipped to pure lust.

I ground down, circling my hips. "Come on, add to the mess," I taunted breathlessly. "Fill me up like Jeremiah did."

That did it. Roman roared, pulling me down hard and unloading. His cum mixed with the first load, pumping deep inside me in thick ropes. I felt it overflow immediately, more leaking out around his base as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.

Finally, he shoved me off, panting. His groin was a disaster; matted hair, shiny with cum, some even dripping onto my sheets. "Fuck, that was intense." He grabbed his clothes, not bothering to wipe up much. "Clean that shit up before the next guy." He dressed quick and bolted, muttering about needing a shower.

I sat up slowly, and that's when it really hit. As soon as I was upright, gravity took over for real. Cum; Jeremiah's and Roman’s, poured out of my gaping wide hole in a gush, warm and sticky, running down my thighs and pooling on the bed. I looked down, laughing in disbelief at the mess. Four more to go, and I was already sloppy.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. My room smelled musky and like cum already, with at least four more loads on the way.

But now, waiting for Paul, my heart was doing that stupid thing it always did when his name popped up on the list. Even though he'd only signed up for a blowjob, I couldn't help the butterflies swirling in my stomach.

This time, when the knock came, he waited for me to tell him he could come in. The junior walked in and shut the door behind him before he looked at me. He was wearing his usual casual getup of a fitted tee that hugged his muscular chest and old jeans. His glasses were perched on his nose, making him look all intellectual, but I knew the beast underneath. "Hey, Sawyer," he said with a grin, his voice deep and smooth.

"Hey, Paul," I replied, trying to play it cool, but my voice came out a little shaky. I stood up, feeling the cum shift around inside me, a reminder of the two guys before him. 

God, he was hot. Those blue eyes behind the glasses, that medium hair falling just right. Everything about him screamed ‘sex’.

He chuckled, eyeing my naked body up and down. My dick was pointed directly at him, like it was an arrow. "Looks like you've had a busy start to the night.”

"Yeah, they really fucked me up," I said, smirking to keep things light. "Left me a little sore, but I'm good. Your turn now." I stepped closer, my heart pounding. "But hey, before we get into it, you know I’m gonna ask. Can I please, please try the back? Come on, Paul, just once? I promise I'll make it feel amazing."

He chuckled and shook his head, adjusting his glasses with one hand. "Sawyer, dude, how many times do I have to say it? It's never gonna happen. That’s a one way street! Blowjob only, like I signed up for." His eyes twinkled with amusement, like he found my begging cute or something. It was playful, not mean.

I pouted, crossing my arms over my bare, smooth chest. "Aw, come on! You're missing out. I bet it'd blow your mind. I did it to Henry last week and he loved it.”

He laughed again, stepping closer and ruffling my dirty blonde hair like I was the younger one. "Nope. Not today, not ever. But nice try. Now, how bout you get on your knees like a good friend?”

I sighed dramatically, but inside, I was excited. Fine, if that's all I was getting, I'd make it the best damn blowjob of his life. "Alright, alright. On my knees it is." I dropped down to the floor and positioned myself right in front of him. My face was level with his crotch, and I could see the outline of his beast straining against his jeans. Uncut, girthy, and always ready to go. I looked up at him, batting my blue eyes innocently. "Unzip for me?"

Paul grinned, his big hands moving to his belt. He unbuckled it slowly, teasing me. He popped the button, slid down the zipper, and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go. His dick sprang out, already throbbing, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal that shiny head. Trimmed pubes framed it perfectly, and the scent was nothing but clean man. He was no unkempt, gross idiot like Jeremiah or even Roman. And man, he was huge, veiny, and I knew his balls were full and ready to unload an ocean, like usual.

I licked my lips. "Fuck, Paul, you're always so ready." I reached up, wrapping my hand around the base, feeling the heat and the pulse. He was thick and my fingers barely met around it.

"Less talking, more sucking," he said playfully, but there was that edge to his voice. He grabbed the back of my head gently at first, guiding me forward. I opened my mouth wide, taking the head in, swirling my tongue around it. The taste was salty, a bit of pre-cum already leaking, and I moaned around him.

"Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his hips humping slightly. He started pushing deeper, testing my throat. I'd done this enough times with him to know he liked it rough; face fucking me like a toy. I relaxed my jaw, letting him slide in further, the girth stretching my lips. 

I couldn't help myself, so while he started thrusting, I snuck a hand down, grabbing my own dick. As Paul picked up the pace, destroying my mouth with those deep, relentless strokes, I started jerking myself off. The sounds of slurping and his grunts filled the room. I loved it, the way he used me, like I was there just for his pleasure.

"Fuck, Sawyer…,” he panted, his hands tightening in my hair. He was really going at it now, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against my chin. I gagged a little, tears pricking my eyes, but it only turned me on more. My hand flew faster on my dick. I swore that his dick was like a five star steak dinner. I was so into how good it tasted that the Michelin starred flavor alone pushed me over the edge. I came hard, shooting ropes onto the floor, my body shuddering as I moaned around his cock.

Paul must have felt the vibrations or seen me tense up because he slowed down, looking down with a surprised laugh. "Did you just cum? From sucking my dick?!”

I pulled off for a second, gasping, with spit dripping down my chin. "Yeah…you're too hot, what can I say?" I grinned up at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling playful and spent but still horny.

He shook his head, chuckling. "Alright, my turn now." He grabbed his dick, slick from my mouth, and started jerking it right in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue, eager, watching his hand fly up and down that girthy shaft. His foreskin slid back and forth, the head swollen and red. "Open wide," he commanded, his voice husky.

I did, and seconds later, he exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out, painting my face; across my cheeks, my nose, even hitting my forehead. He came a lot, like always, glazing my whole face with stickiness. I licked what I could reach, savoring the fruity, boy taste, while he milked the last drops out. My face was an absolute mess now.

"Fuck, that was good," he said, breathing heavy. He ruffled my hair, smearing some of the cum into it accidentally…or maybe on purpose. "Thanks, Sawyer. You're the best at this."

I looked up at him and couldn't resist one last try. "Please, Paul? Just let me eat your ass? One lick? Come on…after that?"

He laughed. “No way, dude. But...I'll give you a peek. Just to fuck with you." He turned around and bent over slightly. With both hands, he grabbed his pale, bubbly cheeks and spread them wide. I got the first look at his hole and was shocked at how smooth, pink, and tight it was. Not a hair in sight, just perfection. My mouth watered, my spent dick twitching again. What a waste. I knew that no girl would ever eat that beautiful peach.

“That's all you get," he said, laughing as he straightened up and pulled his pants back on. "Maybe next time you'll stop begging."

I groaned playfully, wiping his cum from my eyes. "You're the worst, Paul.”

He winked, adjusting his glasses. “Thanks, Sawyer.” And with that, he unlocked the door and strolled out, leaving me on my knees, covered in his load, my ass still leaking from the first two.

But the night wasn't over yet. Mateo was next, and I knew he'd want everything.

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Last Part

Mason’s lips slid off Anthony’s thick shaft with a wet pop, further punctuating the absurdity of the night. His brown hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead with a sheen of sweat. His hard dick bobbed between his legs, all 5.5 inches (14cm) of it straining for attention. 

Anthony’s olive body was tense, his eyes wide as he stared down at Mason, with his girthy cock glistening from his best friend’s saliva. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. The feeling of being exposed to your friends was incredibly strange. They’d done so much together in life and had made so many memories, but Anthony realized that he’d never even remotely processed that his friends had literal body parts under their clothes that he’d never seen, nor thought he would see.

“Fuck this,” Mason grumbled. His round, bubbly butt jiggled a little as he shifted on his knees, the hairless cheeks catching the dim light from his phone screen propped up on the coffee table. “If she sees me just being a beta bitch, sucking dick all night, she’s never gonna hook up with me. I look like a total loser right now.”

Anthony snorted, his six pack flexing as he tried to act casual even though his face was flushed red. His hairy legs were spread wide, his heavy dick nestled in a jungle of black pubes. “There’s no fucking way I’m putting a dick in my mouth, dude. Too bad. You’re the one who wanted to impress some college chick. Suck it up…literally.”

Xavier was the only one who didn’t look totally freaked out, probably because he’d actually fucked girls before. “Fine,” he said, his voice calm but playful. “I’ll blow you Mason. But only if I get to fuck you after. And we don’t record that part. Whatcha think?”

Anthony bursted out laughing, doubling over so hard his hairy chest heaved, the light layer of Italian fur rippling. “Oh shit, Mason! Xavier’s gonna turn you into his little bitch!”

Mason’s face went red. “Absolutely fucking no way, you assholes. That’s way too gay…”

Anthony kept cackling, pointing at Mason’s hard dick, which was leaking a little pre cum despite the protest. “Dude, you’ve never even gotten head! Like, real head. Those handjobs from girls don’t count. At least you’d get a blowie! Better than nothing!”

“Shut the fuck up, Ant,” Mason snapped, but there was a grin tugging at his lips. He was the jokester, after all, so the irony of all this wasn’t lost on him.

Xavier was straight as an arrow, but talking with Julian the last few years had made him chill about this stuff. He was far more comfortable with the fact that these were just other people, instead of looking at them like ‘gross’ guys. He’d never found himself attracted to men, but he wasn’t above the idea of being able to have fun with one, even if he wouldn’t have sought it out. “Ant, stop being a dick. Mason’s trying here.” 

He looked down at Mason, his blue eyes locking on his friend with pity, watching him on his knees, so desperate for this college girl, that he was willing to do all of this with them. “Okay, fine. How about this…I’ll take care of you for a bit. So you can edit out some other stuff and make yourself look like the one in charge. She’ll see me literally on my knees for you. Then, we stop the vid and I get to finger that bubbly ass of yours and bust on it. No fucking. Sound fair?”

Mason blinked and tilted his head. “Why the fuck would you want to do that? That’s weird, man.”

Anthony’s laughter died down to a grimace, his eyes darting between his friends. “Yeah, what the hell, Xavier? You’re too obsessed with Mason’s ass. You realize how nasty that is, right dude?”

Xavier shrugged, not even blushing. His long cock was still jutting straight out, the foreskin pulling back a little as blood flowed. “Yeah, I know I am. And I’m not ashamed of it. I want it and I can easily pretend it’s not on Mase…”

Mason opened his mouth to protest, but the words caught. He was desperate. And he didn’t mind the idea of finally feeling what it was like to get his dick sucked, even if it was from his friend. His horniest side won out. “Fine,” he said, voice a mix of defiance and excitement. “But you better make it good for her.”

Xavier helped his friend to hit feet and took a spot in between his legs on the couch. “I’ll make it good for you too, buddy.” He winked at Mason, who blushed, awaiting to be servicing.

Anthony watched, biting his lip, his shy side emerging again.

Xavier’s strong hands gripped Mason’s thick, meaty thighs, spreading them wide. Mason’s five and a half inches (14cm) stood proud, his cut mushroom head shiny, and pubes wild and untamed. “Relax. Take a deep breath,” Xavier murmured, his breath hot against the shaft. He leaned in and did something truly for his friend, with no joke attached to it; he stuck his tongue out and licked the top of the head, like it was an ice cream cone, letting the gooey pre cum hang onto his tongue as he slowly pulled it away.

The saltiness made Xavier want to gag. He despised the taste more than he’d realized, but he knew it was just natural semen, and nothing to objectively be weirded out by. He tried to focus on how he’d asked other girls to do this to him, thinking about what a normal thing it was.

Mason gasped, his soft stomach tightening. “Fuck…oh my god…”

Anthony scooted closer to his best friend on the couch, his hairy legs spread wide enough that his furry taint was exposed. His thick dick was hardening again as he started stroking his penis, his hand unable to wrap around the full shaft. 

Xavier now wrapped his lips around Mason’s dick. He sucked slow at first, his tongue swirling around the head, making wet, slurping sounds that the phone picked up perfectly. Mason’s head fell back, and he let the stress of the night wash away, moaning uncontrollably as he finally felt what it was like to get a blowjob. “Can you go deeper?”

Xavier obliged, taking more of Mason’s dick, his buzzed head bobbing. Mason started whimpering, his voice raising a full octave. Xavier popped off for a second, grinning up at Mason. “Feel good, buddy?”

Mason laughed breathlessly, pushing Xavier’s head back down. “Yeah. Keep going. Make me look good.”

The blowjob picked up pace, Xavier’s mouth a warm heaven for his best friend. Mason’s hips bucked, his ass lifting off the couch a bit, cheeks spreading to reveal the tiny bit of hair that circled the rim of his hole.

Anthony was fully into it now, his hand pumping. “Fuck, this is kinda…hot. Mason, you owe me big time for all this shit," he said, his voice playful but edged with real horniness. The shier guy was usually the follower, but right now, with his dick throbbing and the drinks buzzing in his veins, he felt bold. "Jerk me off, Mase.”

Mason didn't even hesitate. He reached over, his hand wrapping around Anthony's thick shaft. It was heavy, warm, and so damn girthy that Mason's fingers barely fit halfway around it. He started stroking, matching the rhythm Xavier was setting on him.

Mason's handjob was enthusiastic but sloppy, his first time stroking a dick other than his own, but Anthony didn’t seem to mind, his hips slowly humping upward through his friend’s tight grip.

Mason smiled at him, all three guys finally letting their self-consciousness drop. 

Xavier sucked harder, one hand even cupping Mason’s balls and rolling the sack around. After a few minutes of sloppy, enthusiastic head, Mason started to whimper. “Xavier, I’m getting close…”

Xavier pulled off, strings of spit connecting his lips to the tip. “Not yet. She’s got enough.” He pressed a button on the phone. “Michelle’s mind is definitely blown. My turn, now.”

Mason collapsed back, chest heaving, dick slick and aching for release. “Fine…”

Xavier pulled back a bit, “I’m gonna lift your legs."

Mason closed his eyes, “I don’t think I can look at you guys when you do this, shit.” He pulled a pillow to cover his view and pulled his knees up to his chest, his legs in the air. At this angle, everything was on full display. Xavier’s view was Mason’s soft belly folds, a mound of pubes, his hard dick, a hanging sack, and a relatively smooth taint that led to a tight, hairy hole in between two gigantic, round, jiggly cheeks.

Anthony looked around and had to cover his mouth from bursting out laughing. “This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen in real life, man! Dick, balls, and your asshole! I’m gonna throw up!” He was clearly joking now, after all they’d done already.

Xavier nodded, trying not to grin. "He's not wrong, Mase. I don’t really wanna see your dick when I’m doing this. Roll over, ass up, my guy. Make it easier."

Mason flipped over with a dramatic sigh, so that his stomach was on the couch, but he now had his knees on the ground, his butt sticking out towards his friend. "Better? Happy now, you shitheads?”

Xavier positioned himself behind, his hands landing on those plump cheeks with a playful smack. “Fuck yes.” He used both hands to jiggle and squeeze his best friend’s cheeks. 

Inside, he even wondered what it would be like to motor boat in between those cheeks, but he knew his friends would never look at him the same way if he put his face there. “Suck Anthony some more, Mase.”

Anthony scooted in front of Mason, his thick cock bobbing invitingly.

“Fine…” Mason leaned forward, taking Anthony back into his mouth without protest. The taste was familiar now, and he sucked with more confidence this time, his tongue flicking over the girthy head. Anthony groaned, threading his fingers through Mason's swoopy hair. "Fuck yeah...just like that."

Behind him, Xavier started slow, his strong hands kneading Mason's glutes more. He spanked it a few times, just watching how the juiciness rolled around from the vibrations. He rubbed the cheeks, squeezing them and watching them bounce under his palms. Mason moaned around Anthony's dick, the vibrations making Anthony thrust a little deeper and Mason gag.

Xavier grinned, spreading those soft cheeks wider. The little bit of hair around Mason's hole came into view, and Xavier didn't hesitate. He spit on his finger and slid it right in, aggressive from the start and pushing past the tightness. Mason yelped and jutted forward, his body trying to retreat from being invaded. “Oh, god…oh god, fuck…” Mason pulled off Anthony to gasp and grit his teeth.

“You okay?” Xavier asked, curling his finger inside. He was mesmerized by the ability to feel the actual outline of his best friend’s internal tunnel. Every groove was warm and unique.

"Oh shit...that...fuck," Mason started to moan. He hated how good it felt and Xavier even watched his toes curl. His own dick was straight up leaking onto the floor now.

“Feel good?” Xavier asked, extremely serious and nonjudgmental.

Mason nodded. “Just...just cause it feels good, doesn't mean I like guys, okay?" But he seemed to have a strange bit of hesitancy in his voice as he said it.

Anthony laughed, pushing Mason's head back down onto his cock. "Dude, you're moaning like a bitch. Gay boy.”

Xavier, ever the ally, shook his head as he added a second finger, thrusting them in and out with a steady rhythm. “Shut the fuck up, Ant.” He was serious and shot his other best friend a pissed off look. “It’s biology. Relax and enjoy it, Mase." His own cock was aching now. The sight of Mason's juicy butt taking his fingers, jiggling with each push, was hotter than he'd have liked to admit.

The room turned into a chorus of slaps, sucks, and moans. Xavier spanked harder, leaving handprints on those pale, fat cheeks, then he’d rub his best friend’s bare ass soothingly, jiggling it like jelly. Mason was lost in it, sucking Anthony sloppily while pushing back against Xavier's fingers. His hand found his own dick, stroking furiously as the pleasure built.

Xavier's breaths came faster, his other hand flying down to his long, uncut cock. It took seconds for him to reach a point of no return with one hand jerking himself and the other buried inside his best friend. “OH GOD, I’M GONNA CUM!” 

He panicked and yanked his fingers from Mason’s ass, using that hand to spread Mason’s cheeks. He stood up, jerking his cock furiously and pointed it down at his best friend’s asshole. With a grunt, he came, ropes of hot cum splattering across Mason's butt. Some landed on the cheeks, but a thick shot hit right between them, dripping down over the hole where his fingers had been. 

The warmth on such a private part of his body made Mason shudder, pushing him over the edge too. Mason's body tensed, his bubbly butt clenching, which actually allowed some of Xavier’s cum to seep inside of him. His orgasm hit and cum shot out onto the floor beneath him, puddles forming on the carpet. "Oh goddddddd!”

Anthony seized the moment, his hips thrusting upward, uncontrollably, as he felt his own orgasm hit. "Here it comes, dude! Swallow it! Swallow!!!” His thick load erupted into Mason's mouth, shooting down his throat in heavy spurts. Mason, still riding his own high, didn’t have the energy to pull away…he just sucked it down, the salty taste washed out by the euphoria inside his gut.

As they all collapsed, panting and sticky, Anthony grinned down at Mason, wiping sweat from his brow. "Holy shit, Mase. For the rest of our lives, I get to hold this over your head! You just swallowed my cum!”

Mason coughed and spit on the ground as many times as he could, desperately trying to get the salty taste of semen off his tongue and teeth, but he couldn't help laughing. “That shit is absolutely retched tasting, dude. It was for Michelle. It...that doesn't count!"

Mason looked between his friends, panicking and realizing the position he'd just put himself in and terrified of how good it had felt.

Xavier chuckled, slapping Mason's cum covered ass one last time. “Yo, I painted your ass in my jizz!”

Mason rolled over and sat on his butt on the floor, feeling how the stickiness clung to his cheeks. “Guys, what did we just do…” What he really meant was what did I just do...

Xavier shrugged, standing to pull his briefs back on. “Wild shit. But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Ant laughed, “easy for us to say. We weren’t the ones getting basically Eiffel towered!”

Mason looked at the ground, feeling conflicted. It scared him how much he enjoyed Xavier’s fingers digging inside his hole.

Xavier chuckled, “Mase, he’s just jealous that you were confident enough to have fun, man.”

Mason looked up and smiled back at him. Xavier was right, the fingers had given him the most intense orgasm of his life, better than what he could even imagine with Michelle. If he was being honest with himself, he'd forgotten about her thirty minutes ago, at least.

“Best sleepover, guys.” Xavier held out a hand, palm down. Mason covered it. Anthony stared at it, and rolled his eyes, finally giving into accepting how much fun he’d had. He put his hand on top of his friends’ and they shared a brief chuckle.

“Best friends for life, for sure, now.” Xavier said.

Mason felt an unexpected emptiness, the realization that this might be all they were: best friends who'd had a single, fleeting, life-changing experience. He turned his thoughts instead towards someone who might be open to more: the gay mirror image of the younger Xavier, 22-year-old Julian.

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