INTRODUCTION:
This is a fictional story about how two young guys met at college, started a friendship that eventually became a long relationship, and endured all the good times and the bad times of that relationship over the coming years. The characters in "College in the Desert" are all fictional and any semblance to real persons--living or deceased--is purely coincidental.
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B. Mattison was born and raised in New England, later moving to the Southwest, where he lived for about 20 years before moving back home. He has been a teacher in Secondary and Post-secondary schools and is currently writing a book among many other things.
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CHAPTER I
My fingertips grasped at the edges of the jagged rock, barely holding me as I felt my last breath slipping slowly away! I didn't know how much longer I could hold on, but...
God, he was gorgeous!
He was wearing a little blue speedo and had a nice package that had me sporting a hard on. All the closeted feelings of the first 20 years of my life were spilling out on the rock in a hurry as my thoughts turned to love, thoughts that started to force me over the edge...literally speaking. Suddenly my fingertips let go and I felt myself falling into space...I hit the dry, cactus filled ground with a thud! SHIT! That two foot fall had practically raised some dust, but it got the attention of someone in a blue speedo.
But I'm getting ahead of myself...
My first time away from home and thinking about college promised to be the best thing that ever happened. I came from a large family and was the first one to actually move away farther than you could throw a stone as we would say. I wanted to leave that little town and all its nothingness behind me, get out of there and see the world so bad, that I had decided the only way would be to apply for school out west somewhere, pack a few things, and then just go. So I did. With my usual sense of adventure, once I had been accepted at school, I had a plane ticket ticket within a week and was gone..BEFORE I had made any plans for a place to live, a job, anything; I had a few changes of clothes and the money I'd managed to squirrel away. Talk about stupid!, crazy, but exciting!
I'm Doug, sort of the shy type and I pretty much keep to myself, and I'm also not much for getting' into describing myself 'n all that stuff; but I will say that I am about 6' tall, trim build from working out on the farm all my life...and people pick on me about my size 11, narrow feet. But I don't really care. And before I forget, I've known since I was practically born that I was gay, but being brought up in a small New England town of rednecks—you know, like that comedian on TV says, you might be a redneck if you ride around in an old pickup truck with beer cans rolling around in the back, one old tire, a cement block or two, some baler twine, and a gun rack in the window; well, anyway, we had 'em and it was certain you'd get beat up if someone found out you were gay. So I tried to be as butch as they come.
Luckily I had the excuse of having to work on the farm after school to keep me away from sports, girls, most of the jocks, and with them, the temptation to try any "gay things". I'd heard that some of the guys had got together a couple of times and jerked off together. I thought that might be cool, but dangerous, so I avoided being seen with, or becoming friends with anyone. The only part of school that I hated/loved was shower time after gym class. I hated gym because of the bullies and the way they pushed me and some of the others around, and hated being in the showers with the other guys 'cause I was afraid I would get a hard on.
But the part I liked about the showers was hanging around afterwards, dragging my feet a little, and watching the older guys getting dressed. They could be so sexy standing there in their underwear scratching their balls and talking to each other. I think they were doing it for each other's benefit, but I didn't mind. I'm a believer in the statement that size does matter, and there were a few guys that mattered.
But damn it, the best I could do was go hide somewhere after chores, if that, and beat my meat until I was satisfied that I'd made a mess of things by myself again, and then find a way to clean up and sneak into bed. I say sneak because when you share a room with three brothers and there's three sisters in the next room, there's no room for meditation let alone whackin' off. So that was my life until I hit twenty years and suddenly decided to head on out and see what made things tick. But before I left I did work myself up into a frenzy of stress and depression, along with a little self pity to have a talk with my mother.
With wringing hands and sweat dripping off me like a race horse I found a moment alone and managed to utter those big words we all dread, "mom, I need to tell you before I leave that I'm gay"...she already knew...was there anything else I needed?
She smiled and said, "I've always known, mothers know everything."
I don't know how she got to be so smart, but later on when I adopted a son, the curse was forwarded on to me. But that's down the road a bit.
A week later and here I was, out west in the desert, standing on the corner, with a small backpack wondering what in the hell was I doing. So as the sun started to set I decided that since I was in "Sin City" I'd better find a place to stay, then try some sin. I had every intention, within reason, of making up for twenty years of no drinking, smoking, chasing women or causing trouble, and especially...no sex.
Having found the closest "cock-a-roacha" motel I went looking for the closest gay bookstore...yeah...next door. I wouldn't call them bookstores as they're more like gay "shopping places;" After working up a little courage by walking up and down the street about ten or twelve times I ventured into the store. They have a distinct smell to them that you never forget...that burn-your-nose combination of poppers, leather, hundreds of cheap cologne smells mixed with the smell of cum. The floors are real sticky too. I walked around the store pretending to look at all the stuff on the shelves, like dildo's and cock rings and stuff I'd never seen, but noticed that all the guys that came in went right through this slimy, revolving gate and into a dark, back room while jingling change in their pockets.
Being new to this sort of thing I asked the guy at the counter what was in the dark room; at first he looked at me like I had three heads, but then, through what I thought was way too much hair on his face and flowing out of the top of his leather vest, somewhere a mouth opened and gruffly said, "movies".
He said something else, but I couldn't understand him very well through all the hair. I was going to mention that he looked like a teddy bear with all the hair, but thought it better to keep my mouth shut. I didn't know how people here reacted to compliments about looking like long haired heifers.
Since I was already into it this far I slowly made my way inconspicuously through the rusty, noisy revolving bars and into the back room, thinking this might be interesting to see a movie first night in town. What I didn't know is that I would be starring in one of them, or at least trying to understand why I was being picked out to be the star. I had no clue what the hell was going on but after you've had enough hands groping your ass and crotch you either get the idea or you get the hell out.
After having both sides of me grabbed and groped enough to give me a hard on through my white running shorts--well, it was hot out—I slid into one of the small booths where the movies were running. A little sign said that all movies used quarters and I didn't have any quarters with me, but someone had apparently left a few in the machine as the movie was already running. As I turned to shut the door a tall guy about my size slipped into the room with me and sat down on the bench. I guess this was a multi-person movie studio—it was hard to see anyway.
I closed the door and locked the latch that dropped into my hand as I twisted the knob. As I sat down on the bench beside the stranger I looked up at the movie screen and my eyes opened as wide as saucers...these two guys were fucking; one guy was bent over the end of a couch and the other had his rather impressive tool buried to the hilt up his buddies ass...in and out...in and out they went at it. I was mesmerized and hard as a rock in a second.
The guy beside me leaned over and quietly asked me if I wanted a blow job. I looked at him in the subdued light cast by the movie screen and saw that he was pretty good looking, a basic requirement of mine, with the required blond hair and who knows what the hell his eye color was because by that time he was on the floor in front of me and had grabbed my seven and a half inch, rock-hard dick with one hand and my balls with the other and was headed to the moistened tip with his mouth.
I instinctively backed up about half an inch—that's all there was left on the seat—and some sort of sound came out of my throat as someone attached a Hoover vacuum to my cock, or at least what felt like one. Holy shit! I'd waited twenty years for this! Bring it on.
He was going so fast and sucking so hard that I was going to cum any second, so I said, "could you please slow down a little, that feels soooooo good I don't want to cum yet?"
He looked up at me with a quizzical look, his mouth still buried to the hilt in my pubic hair and mumbled something that sounded like, "hhhhmmmuuuhuhh??"
"This is my first time and I don't want it to be over in three or four seconds if you don't mind," I mumbled back.
A smile crossed his face like he'd been given a brand new car and for the next fifteen or twenty minutes I was in heaven as he slowed down, then sped up his sucking, occasionally stopping to slurp the juices from the top of my dick and run his tongue up and down the outside, hitting some pretty sensitive spots; then he would reach down with his other hand and finger my balls and the space between them, and my asshole, with the slightest touch while sucking on my Hoover stick.
Things were getting closer and closer and somehow he knew it...maybe it could have been the the groans of pleasure coming out of my throat...because he started to speed up and then slowly moved his free finger towards my asshole. There was a new feeling as his finger circled my hole, trying to wiggle its way in.
Finally his finger entered me and started dancing around inside my poop chute and instantly I went over the top into one of the most incredible orgasms of my young life. With his mouth still buried to the hilt around my cock he was swallowing load after load of cum as his finger worked its magic inside me. I couldn't believe how much of my love juice he swallowed because it seemed as though I never stopped squirting out loads of it into his hot mouth. As it finally slowed down he began to lick and slurp up and down my cock, cleaning every inch. I wasn't ticklish, but after a few seconds his continued sucking on my dick hit a sensitive spot, making me jump and pull back against the wall with surprise.
I was beginning to hyperventilate by the time I finally fell back down to the bench, exhausted, unable to breathe, and totally spent from one of the most incredible experiences I'd ever had. It took quite a few minutes for me to catch my breath and get my head...the one marginally attached to my shoulders...straightened around before I pulled up my shorts and said,
"WOW! That was incredible! How did you do that?"
I waited for an answer, but none came. Peering into the darkness of the booth I looked for my new best friend only to find that there was nobody there. He had already slipped out the door while I was in la la land, leaving the latch making a scratching sound as it swung back and forth. So much for my first love.
I'd had enough by then and tried to slip through the dark hallway and out the door, but it took a little longer than expected as my eyes had to re-adjust to the change in darkness and also due to the onslaught of groping I had to endure again. I felt like I was going through a hazing at college and I hadn't even pledged yet.
By the time I got to the parking lot there were a few guys following me and I was getting nervous. Although my room was close by, I was all alone; while I knew what these guys wanted—I thought--I wasn't prepared for how far they would go to get it. I was more used to the fact that being gay I was always subject to being beat up by ignorant rednecks, or whatever they were called out here in the desert city. It didn't take long to find out what they wanted.
"Hey faggot, 'wanna suck my dick?" one of them yelled out.
"What's the matter, we just want to have a little fun?" another one shouted.
I had no desire to find out what they meant by either question and by now I was in a sprint with them closing in quick. A lot of things were running through my mind, but I had no desire of dying my first night away from home. There was the main road running right in front of the parking lot and I was hoping I could flag down a passing car, but nobody would stop.
I was still in the lot when a small pickup pulled up beside me and the driver yelled through the open window, "GET IN, QUICK!...NOW! Trust me!
I didn't even think twice about whether it was right or wrong, safe or not; I jumped into the small cab and we sped off into the night, leaving the attackers standing in the parking lot under the light, swinging their arms and yelling things I couldn't understand.
"Hi, my name's Jose," the driver said. "Call me Joe."
The voice startled me because I was still leaning out the window, watching for a pickup and listening for beer cans rolling around to come zooming up behind us. I turned and looked at my new savior, still unsure of whether I was safe or not.
"Uh...hi...my name's Doug. Hey man, thanks a lot for saving me back there, I thought I was a gonner. Those guys remind me of some jerks I know back home."
In my mind I was hoping that this guy was "one of the good guys" and I wasn't headed for more trouble as I reached over to shake hands with Joe.
"Hey, no problem. I guess you're new to town, huh."
"Yeah, just got here today. I'm from back east. I figure I'll get a job soon as I can, get fixed up with a place to live, and then start classes at the University. I've been accepted for the spring semester. That gives me six or seven months to get settled. I got a cheap room at that flea bag motel by the bookstore where you just picked me up."
"Cool. But that motel isn't any place that I'd ever stay at. You seem like a pretty nice guy; my lover and I have an extra room if you'd like a place to stay until you find your own place. I'm sure it'd be okay with him."
"Geez, we just met and you're offering me a place a stay? That's pretty nice of you. Do you think your other half will mind? And by the way, I guess you already know I'm gay."
"Yes, no, and yes," he said. It took me a minute to catch up with that one, but when I did we both started laughing. I thought to myself, I really like this guy. I'd never known a "Mexican" guy before, but his personality appealed to me and, he was cute too. It was starting to feel good to be out on my own in spite of almost getting my ass kicked within the first few hours, and I could feel a change happening inside my head. I was a little nervous about moving away, and yea, the thing with the guys back there made me nervous, but on the other hand I felt free for the first time in my life to be myself.
Nobody knew me, I didn't have to pretend to be somebody I wasn't, and I could find out what it was like to be gay. I wanted to ask Joe a lot of questions about everything, but for now I settled back into the seat as we headed for his house.
We arrived there in about fifteen minutes after crossing the fabulous "Las Vegas Strip"...I was blinded by the light...but unimpressed.
As we got out Joe said "why don't you just stay here tonight? I'm sure Jeff won't mind."
"I guess it's no problem, thanks for the offer. Do you think Jeff will mind?" I locked the door of the truck behind me as we headed for the first floor apartment. I was thinking that it would feel good to take a shower and change clothes. Oh shit!
"Joe, all my stuff is back at that motel. I don't have any clean clothes to change into."
"Don't worry about it, we don't wear much in the house and besides, you and Jeff are about the same size. Tomorrow one of us will run you into town and you can pick up your stuff...no worries."
That became the way I always remembered Joe, "no worries." Laid back, nothing bothered 'im Joe. I found out later it was not the only thing that was attractive about him...well...at about 5'6" he did have that cute thing going for him too, but, well...I'll tell you as we go along.
Where was I?..., oh yeah...my clothes. Well, I didn't care whether we waited until tomorrow or next week, except I'd only paid for one night. So if I wanted what few things I'd moved here with I'd have to get them either tonight or first thing tomorrow...easy decision, worry about it tomorrow!
We knocked on the door first, then Joe unlocked the door and we walked into the apartment. I thought it unusual to knock at your own house, but I didn't ask why, figuring at some point it might make sense.
"Hey Jeff!" Joe yelled out, "we've got company." Somewhere from upstairs came this mild, but interesting voice, "no problem, I'll be right down."
I looked around the room, feeling a little out of place at the moment. Joe had disappeared somewhere and Jeff hadn't come downstairs yet. I walked around checking things out a little, seeing how gay couples lived. I guess these guys lived pretty good because there were nice statues that were obviously very expensive placed strategically around the room, glass fronted cabinets that contained other nice collectible items, nice furniture...AND A PIPE ORGAN! Did I mention that I played the pipe organ for church back home? I was going to like staying here for a while.
"Hi, I'm Jeff," came a voice from behind me, causing me to jump slightly. I turned around to stare directly into the handsome brown eyes of a tall, blond haired guy that was staring right back at me. "You're a pretty good looking guy" was the next thing I heard from this hunk standing in front of me.
"Ummm, thanks, you're not so bad yourself" I replied as I looked at the floor. Now I was definitely out of my league and back in the closet, or whatever, because I felt a big lump in my throat and started to have a hard time breathing. Situation normal.
I reached out and shook his hand, at the same time, introducing myself. "Did Joe say anything to you about me yet?" I asked, looking back up into a pair of sparkling green eyes.
"Yeah, he met me upstairs and we talked quickly about having you stay with us for a while until you got yourself settled down. That's cool with me; with our different schedules he's hardly ever around anyway so it'll be nice to have some company."
With that he smiled as he walked past me and headed out the patio door to the porch. My eyes followed him as he made his way out the door and into the shade of the patio. I was in love, I mean lust, errrrr....shit...what a butt!
"Mind if I follow you?" I asked as we passed out onto the patio.
"Naw, come on out, it's cool out here. I have a misting system running and we're closed in with these Oleander bushes and shrubs anyway. They keep it cooler by about twenty five degrees and also make a good barrier so no one can see in. We have a jacuzzi out here around the corner too. I like to spend time in it after work with a drink or two to relax."
"Sounds good to me" I said. I love to sit in the jacuzzi with a drink too, knowing full well that I'd never done it in my life. "Where do you do for work?" I asked.
Jeff replied, "I'm a manager at a local liquor store chain. Works out real good for me and pays well too. I've been working days lately since the other manager quit."
Out of curiosity I asked him what Joe did for work. He replied, "Joe runs his own business estimating and doing home cleanups during new construction. He has a whole crew working for him, all Spanish of course, most of them real cute, but not as cute as he is. He works starting late in the afternoon and gets home about midnight or so, IF he comes home."
I didn't want to go any further with that one, but I guess there were a lot of things I didn't understand about either how relationships really worked, or something else, because both of these guys always seemed to have a different, alternate meaning to the way they said things, you know what I mean?
It was still hot out, maybe about a hundred degrees or so, so we went back inside.
I wasn't used to this heat and was getting tired so I sat down on the generous sized couch that wrapped half-way 'round the living room and fell into it's abyss, and fell, and fell, until I finally stopped with my legs up in the air and my head almost between them.
Jeff started to laugh so hard that I thought he was going to choke to death.
"Comfortable, isn't it!" he managed to spit out as he was on his knees now in fits of laughter while I was almost choking from being squished in the damn furniture.
"What the hell!" I managed to say. "Would you mind getting me out of this thing before I disappear. And quit that damn laughing if you don't mind."
Jeff managed to stand up and grasping my feet, with an expert little twist and pull at the same time and out I popped, at least enough so that I could grab the edge and finish the job and fall onto the floor where we both collapsed in laughter.
Right then Joe came down the stairs, saw us on the floor, both red in the face from rug burns and laughing so hard, looked at the couch, then back to us and figured out right away what had happened.
"Apparently you haven't heard about the relationship between gay couples, their high 'expendable income', and their great design skills," he said with a straight face. Jeff and I both looked at him, looked each other, back at him, and we all broke out laughing. I had no idea what he meant right now—later I would—but right now it was just the thing we all needed to ease the tension that had pervaded the air since Joe and I had arrived.
As Jeff and I were laying on the floor I felt a hand moving around the side of my leg. I didn't dare move or look down because suddenly I felt way out of my comfort zone. These guys were my new friends, they were lovers, and now sex might come into the picture. My mind was going a mile a minute as the hand began to be more forceful in its desires and my cock was beginning to react without any thought from me. Damn thing was going to get me into trouble now.
Joe was standing beside my head now and I expected a fight to break out between him and Jeff, and here I was right in the middle. Joe leaned down and put his hand on the side of my head and I thought, this is it, but instead he kissed me lightly at first, then harder each time until our tongues were tied up like two snakes mating in the grass. From that moment on, I relaxed a little more as I realized that this was a mutual thing with them, although in my little country mind, I was still confused.
"Jeff, pull his sneaks off," Joe said. "Don't be nervous Doug, we have an open relationship and bring home new guys once in a while for a little spice in our lives. Is it okay with you if we all play around a little and see what happens? If you aren't comfortable with something all you have to do is say so and we"ll stop. And if you're worried about AIDS, we both get checked every 6 months and we're both clean."
I was still feeling nervous, but also a little excited as I replied, "I guess so."
"Have you ever been in a 'three-way' before?" Jeff asked while he played with the white string hanging from my shorts.
"Three-way, hell, I haven't even played doctor before. I guess you would call me a virgin...that's one of the reasons I moved away from home."
There was this quick look that passed between Jeff and Joe that I caught; at first I thought it was disbelief, but then it was a smile—but I really thought it was disbelief.
I have always liked to be in control of everything, but this was one time that I was totally out of my element and way too nervous. So much so that I wasn't even hard yet...not normal for me. In the back of my mind it was even nagging me a little that maybe I couldn't get it up because of all this stuff bouncing around in my mind.
Just then I felt my shorts slip down—I was commando like usual—and a warm feeling engulfed my dick and started sucking up and down while another hand massaged my balls. NOPE! No problem with the equipment! Jeff had started on the south end while Joe had quickly discarded his clothes and was knocking on my mouth with his gorgeous eight inch dick.
"Would you care to give this a try?" Joe asked while a smirk spread across his face.
I dutifully replied, "But of course." Right then I knew everything would be okay.
In front of me was the most perfect cock I'd had the pleasure of being so close to. Without hesitation I reached around his cute 135 pound frame with both hands and placed them firmly on those tight butt cheeks I'd had my eye on, and with him leaning back slightly, I slowly licked the whole length of his pole up one side, licked around the tip, tasting the sweet pre-cum waiting there, and down the other side; his cum tasted unlike anything I'd ever tasted before, even my own, and I wanted more. Each time I hit a sensitive spot I heard a low moan and the perfect cock under my tongue would jump a little.
When I say perfect, it was thick at the base, so thick my hand just fit around it, tapering up to a nice cut tip oozing juice that ran back down around the blue veins that encircled it all the way to the base. The whole package was nestled in a small tuft of black hair, not much, just enough. In fact, he didn't have much body hair at all, very sexy in my list of quirks. Just a thin line of hair down the center of his chest ending up right where my mouth was at the moment.
As I worked my way back to the top and inhaled the whole thing at once, the same thing happened to me down below and heaven landed on earth. Jeff had removed his clothes and the three of us, now naked, slowly scooted around to form a triangle so that Joe could latch onto Jeff's seven inch, fat dong that seemed to be still growing. With the feverish pitch growing every minute, we all went at each others tool like animals at a drinking hole.
I was busy lapping up the river of sweet juice running down Joe's dick when Jeff said, "Joe, I can't wait any longer, get over here and start licking my asshole before I cum too early."
Jeff lay down on his stomach and lifted his bubble ass in the air as Joe crawled across the floor and planted his tongue in the crack between Jeff's cheeks. I watched mesmerized as Jeff slowly relaxed his gorgeous butt under Joe's rotating hands. He moaned and lifted his butt slightly as Joe lapped around his pucker hole and began to stick his tongue deeper and deeper into Jeff's ever-widening hole. Jeff was whimpering and moaning with pleasure the more Joe worked his hole.
By now I was delirious with sexual frustration. This was all new, but I wasn't going to be left out. I moved up behind Joe, placed my hands on his tight cheeks and followed suit. The smell of his man-hole was intoxicating and I wanted more and more until I was lapping and slurping like a fool. Joe must have been enjoying it because he had slowed working on Jeff's bum and was purring like a kitten.
The next thing I knew there was a hot breath and tongue between my butt cheeks and my dick bounced off the floor and hit my stomach. Man that was painful, not because of what it had just hit, twice, but because it was so painfully engorged full of blood and the hardest it had ever been. To top it off, pre-cum was running out of the piss slit and forming pools on the floor.
Joe kept going as he expertly licked around my hole and darted his tongue in and out until everything back there was wet as could be. It sounded like a bunch of people were workin' it, but I didn't care. I wanted more. But that wasn't about to happen because just about then Joe looked back at me and said, "fuck me, now!"
"I'm a virgin, remember, I've never done that before," I said, "but I'm willing to try anything at this point."
Without saying a thing Joe bent forward and lifted his gorgeous little butt in the air. I spit into my hand and wet my dick which still hurt. Then I spit into Joe's opening and closing hole and ran my finger up and down his crack, slipping my finger in and out. It seemed as if I was on autopilot. I guess the gay gene has instinct's built in, but I wasn't going to debate the science of gene therapy right now. After a minute or so I was using two fingers, then three.
Joe looked back at me and said, "fuck me now, quit playing around and fuck me!"
Moving closer, I put the tip of my dick against his hole as I pulled my fingers out. Without even a chance to push, Joe pushed back against me in one movement, burying my seven and a half inches right up to my blond pubes. I melted right there on the spot as the undescribable warmth encircled my pole. I began to pull out until the tip was almost completely out, then started a rhythmic in and out.
"Oh that feels so good," I said. So tight and perfect. It took a few minutes, but eventually we fell into a smooth rhythm. I was getting close to cumming as my cock unbelievably felt like it was getting bigger and I could feel the cum starting to move from deep within my body and move up through my balls.
Joe was jacking his cock faster and faster and said, "I'm getting close too."
In the heat of the hot sex I'd forgotten about Jeff, who was still behind me. I felt a finger working its way into my asshole and I slowed down my pumping Joe's chute as this new feeling took over my body. I was already floating on a cloud somewhere, but this total experience with my cock in one ass and one getting ready to fill my own ass was something that I'd dreamed about for a longtime. It was a fantasy that was about to come true and nothing was going to stop it now. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Joe and slowly kept pumping as Jeff kept preparing my hole for his thick dick.
"Hang on Doug, here it comes," Jeff said as he plunged his dick in all at once. I cried out in pain as he held still and started stroking my shoulders and the side of my head, all the while cooing into my ear sweet things to calm me down. My orgasm, so close to explosion, had taken a quick back seat but was slowly rebuilding again as the pain lessened.
"Just relax babe, push back like you're taking a crap and it'll feel easier."
Slowly, as he spoke softly into my ear and massaged my body the pain started to be replaced by pleasure. He could see the change in my face because he started to piston very slowly in and out. The more he did it, the more pleasurable it felt, until I was pushing back against him, at the same time restarting the rhythm that Joe and I had going.
The whole experience was causing my head to spin around and around with pleasurable thoughts as we fell into a three-way movement that I couldn't even begin to describe.
It wasn't to last long though as we all started to breathe faster and faster and fuck harder and harder.
Joe was the first one to start spraying cum all over the carpet and furniture in long, spurts. As he came I could feel his ass massage my cock deep inside and with a final, hard thrust upwards I came in seven or eight long spurts somewhere near Joe's throat, filling him with more cum than he could hold as some came spilling out. It was the longest, biggest orgasm I'd ever had in my short sex life and left me still jacking in and out on automatic, milking every last drop out of my still hard dick. I never wanted the feeling to end as simultaneously Jeff did the same with me and I felt my colon grab his dick and milk the sperm out of his cock each time I spurted up Joe's colon. It seemed like it would never end, but eventually we all just fell onto each other, breathing hard, unable to move, waiting for our bodies to come back to the real world. We all lay there, Jeff's dick up my chute and mine up Joe's, embracing each other.
It seemed like none of us wanted to move, but in a couple of minutes we fell apart in a sticky mess on the floor. Jeff was the first to speak.
"So, how do you like the apartment Doug?"
By now a new bond had been formed between the three of us and Jeff's question bounced between the three of us and we rolled around, stuck together in a big hug and laughed until it hurt.
Finally Joe, already late for work, headed for the shower and Jeff and I headed for the Jacuzzi, naked, covered in cum, with a drink in our hands.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "College in the Desert" I expect that there will be about 30 chapters, at least, by the time it's done and I welcome your comments about the story.
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Thanks Barry