Consolation

I wasn't trying to win anything. After years of making an effort to convert straight boys and one in particular I had resigned myself to permanent friendship status with no benefits. Random hook ups with guys from the Internet every few months was as close to having a relationship that I had ever gotten. I couldn't seem to find another gay guy who attracted me the way most straight men did. Put thirty men in a room, twenty-nine gay and one straight, and I would walk directly to the straight guy without batting an eye. It wasn't that there was any trait that I saw as particularly straight, because I met countless gay guys who most people would assume were straight but I knew were gay, and many straight guys who most people would assume were gay, but I knew were straight. For me, there was something in the eyes and the way a man looked at me. Given that fact, I was attracted to the boys who were obviously not attracted to me. It was a cycle that I promised to stop but continued anyway. I went around collecting straight friends and breaking my heart over and over again. I vowed college would be different.

David Davies was one of the first guys I met on campus. He was, in a word, a hunk. I first noticed him in the line across from me during registration and then I saw him on the elevator in my residence hall. It was just us so I tried not to make him feel uncomfortable, but my eyes carefully drank in every inch of his 6 foot 2 frame. I started with his face. He had high cheek bones, pouty pink lips, and eyes the color of turquoise. I glanced at his hair, midnight black and slicked back, then I was pulled to his eyes, I wanted to step closer and get a better look but I'd never been that forward, so I let my eyes travel down his body. He had a nicely tanned complexion, accentuated by the white tank top he had on that was clinging to every curve of his body and not leaving much to the imagination. He had broad shoulders, amazing arms, rather large nipples and good muscle definition. My eyes passed over his baggy black shorts quickly because they weren't giving up any kind of details. His knees were nothing to talk about, but his calves were sexy and the flip-flops on his feet revealed nice feet that were well groomed for a man. I wasn't in to sucking toes, but I would have sucked his toes if he asked. Then my eyes drifted back to his face, up to his eyes and he was looking at me.

He extended his hand, "Hi, I'm David."

He couldn't have missed the way I was checking him out so his introduction made me think I might have a chance with him. I grabbed his hand. "I'm Cali."

"Cali?"

"Well my real name is Joseph but everyone calls me Cali."

"Why Cali?"

I took a step back and gestured towards myself. "Isn't it obvious?"

He gave me the once over and smiled, "I guess you do have that Californian look. Are you from there?"

"I grew up right outside of Los Angeles, but my family moved to Carlton three years ago."

"Let me guess, you didn't get the nickname Cali until you moved here?"

I giggled like an idiot. "Something like that."

"So which is better, Illinois or California?" The elevator opened on his floor. He stopped with one foot inside the elevator and the other on the tile floor. "So which is it?" He smiled at me and I lost my voice. "This elevator isn't going to go anywhere until you tell me."

I managed to mumble, "California, hands down."

"What kind of friends did you have in high school? You need to hang out with me because you obviously haven't seen what Carlton has to offer." He stepped out the elevator. "See you around, Cali."

The elevator door closed and I leaned against the inside and tried to catch my breath. David was cute and I had that familiar knot in my stomach that I always got when I met someone worthy of being a star in my fantasies. I wanted to know his last name and his middle name and his life story. I imagined that everything about him had to be cute.

David disappeared for the next week and a half. I kept an eye out for him every time I left my room and I even pushed his floor number whenever I was alone on the elevator, in the hopes that the elevator would stop and the doors would open and he would be standing there. I had a few friends already because of where the school was, but I didn't want my old friends, I wanted to make new friends and David was at the top of my list.

One day I decided to give myself a few more days to run in to him before I went to his floor and tried to find him. I got on the elevator the next day and someone yelled for me to hold the elevator and wouldn't you know it, David came running in with two boxes of pizza. Another guy ran in close behind him. The other guy had a bag in his hand. I gave the guy a quick once over. He was okay but he wasn't my type and he had the misfortune of standing next to David who would make a lot of attractive guys look a little less attractive if they stood right next to him. David nodded at me and I half nodded back, but mostly, I stared.

"Don't you remember me?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're David."

He grinned. "And you're Cali." He looked over at the guy next to him. "Doug this is Cali, Cali this is my roommate Doug." Doug and I shook hands but the ground didn't move or anything. "So what's up?"

I smiled at David. "Not much. I'm thinking about dropping a class."

"Already?"

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

"My Intro to Bio. I have Professor Swann and every upperclassman I've met has told me to run like the wind."

"Yeah, you don't want him. I hear he suckers people in with an easy looking syllabus and an easy first test and then he turns in to Mr. Hyde and tries to work the hell out of you with a lot of material that's not on the syllabus."

"That's what I heard too so I'm going to switch to one of the other intros. What about you? What's up?"

"Not much. About to eat some dinner. Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"You should come eat with us."

"Okay." We got off on their floor. Their room was the first door once you reached the carpet. I walked in and was surprised by how clean it was and how small it was. The thought of sharing an area that tiny with someone else was horrible and I was happy I had requested a single. After visiting the residence halls the year before I knew doubles only came in two sizes, extra large or small. I didn't want to take my chances with getting a small double so I opted for the privacy of a single.

David and I sat on his bed and ate and Doug sat on a bean bag. I wasn't aware that I was staring at David until David started blushing and asked, "Do I have something stuck in my teeth?"

"No. I just zoned out."

"David has that effect on gay guys," Doug said. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a big rig, only my condition was more like the impending dread of becoming roadkill. I tried to move the slice of pizza I had in my hand towards my mouth but I missed my mouth and ended up hitting my chin. I sat the slice down and rubbed the grease off my face. Doug reached out and touched my knee, "Hey, I wasn't trying to embarrass you."

"Am I that obvious?"

David laughed. "Relax, I'm use to people staring at me. It's just funny that guys do it more than women, and don't get me started on Doug."

Doug punched David on his leg. "You like it when I stare at you, you pompous jerk." They laughed so I laughed with them and thought about leaving the subject alone. Unfortunately, Doug wasn't done with me yet. We stopped laughing and an uncomfortable silence stretched out across the room and amplified every sound to the point were I was holding my breath because I was afraid of breathing life back in to the room. Doug made a long exaggerated sigh and revived the subject I hoped would wither in the silence and die. "We knew you were gay because I asked around."

"But I've never met you before."

"I know. David pointed you out to me and I thought you were cute so I did a little research. I hear you weren't exactly secretive about it when you were in high school."

"Who told you that?"

"Drake Wells. I believe you know him."

My throat was suddenly plugged with a lump the size of New Mexico. Drake Wells was my fuck buddy for lack of a better term. He was so far in the closet when we first met that I thought I would never be able to get him to see what was obvious to me. He was my guide for my first day of classes and he seemed miserable being stuck with me. Things only got worse during lunch when I revealed that I was pretty sure I was gay but I hadn't done anything with anyone, male or female. I wasn't ashamed of it. I knew I was gay as soon as I saw Michael McHenry take off his shirt during gym and I got so distracted that I walked in to a wall. While the entire scene was embarrassing, the outcome was favorable. I told my friends I was madly in love with him and they laughed because they already knew. Hiding my feelings was never my strong suit. I made an effort not to let my eyes light up when an attractive guy walked by but I couldn't help it. My reaction to certain guys was physical and obvious in a way that even the slowest of guys was able to pick up what was happening. Every straight guy who I ever had a crush on knew way before I told him.

The students at my school in California didn't seem to mind my proclaimed homosexuality and they didn't question my lack of sexual experience, but the students in Carlton were different. The students in Carlton were quick to ask me how I could be certain without trying anything with anyone. Doors opened up that I didn't even know were there. Girls offered to have sex with me so I could be sure and a few guys offered to let me give them a blowjob. I took a few of the guys up on their indecent proposals because I was tired of not having any experience and I had my pick of closeted guys who wanted to have a good time. The offers came in faster than I expected. I told Drake I was gay during lunch and by the end of the day three guys had hinted at being able to help me decide for sure and offered their services. Drake, however, was not one of those guys. Drake was an asshole to me for two years and then he was suddenly overly nice to me when our senior year began. We became tentative friends and that led to us messing around with each other. He threatened to kill me after the first time, but he didn't have anyone else to mess around with so he apologized a few days later and begged for a chance to hook up again. He was cute, but definitely not the man of my dreams and he was only interested in having sex which was fine when we were in high school, but I wanted something more substantial and with someone who wanted to be with me, not simply because I was a guy, but because they genuinely liked me. Drake wasn't too upset when I told him we should part ways. He was planning on moving in with his girlfriend and he didn't want to lie about where he was going. I actually helped them move in to a small apartment near campus. I thought it would be weird seeing him around all the time, but after spotting David in line that first day, I was sufficiently distracted when I bumped in to Drake that afternoon. I'd seen him several times since I arrived on campus and he was in one of my classes but we just smiled at each other and said hello. His girlfriend was a different story. I didn't give two shits about his girlfriend and the way she ignored me when she saw me on campus let me know she wasn't too fond of me either. She would glare at me until she was close enough to speak and then she would look away and try to pretend she was didn't see me.

"How did you know I knew Drake?"

"David and I saw the two of you talking a few days ago, so I asked Drake about you. He's my cousin."

"Oh." I took a sip of my drink. "So what did he say about me?" I took a big chug.

"He knew you from high school. You were gay and always hitting on him."

The drink went down the wrong pipe and I hacked as I tried to keep from choking. "What?"

"He told me you were cool though and you knew when to back off."

"Yeah, I knew when to back off."

Doug eyed me for a moment. "You're lucky you were dealing with Drake, because I wouldn't have let you slip through my fingers. I would have known exactly what to do with you." He licked his lips. "I would have grabbed on and taken you for a ride you wouldn't forget."

"Doug!" David shouted. I was too busy blushing profusely to say anything. Doug leaned back in his beanbag and I noticed him suggestively spread his legs and I found myself wondering what he had between them.

"What? I was just giving him a compliment."

"You were shamelessly hitting on him."

"He's a big boy. He can take it." Doug looked directly at me. "You can take it? Can't you, Cali?"

David elbowed me. "Don't answer him. It's a trick question."

I laughed it off and responded by smiling at Doug and saying, "I take it you're gay."

"On the outside I'm straight but inside I'm singing Streisand." I laughed until he pointed to a cd rack and I saw the name Streisand more than once. "Yeah, I wasn't joking."

I finally took a good look at Doug. He was an All-American kind of cute. The word beefcake came to mind. He was definitely not my type and the openly gay part made him less my type, but I could see how his devilish grin and dancing green eyes could make somebody fall for him. It didn't hurt that his body had the look of a former athlete. He was not as tone as David, but his arms had the hint of muscle and he looked strong and virile. He was most likely about 5'11".

"If you keep checking him out like that, he's going to think you like him," David warned. I quickly turned to David.

"Well I wouldn't want him to think that."

David and Doug both laughed and we wasted an hour joking around and trading insults with each other. At some point Doug pulled some beers out of their small fridge and we each had a few drinks while we continued to talk. I found out that David and Doug were best friends from a suburb right outside of Carlton and David was straight and highly sought after but he had only dated three girls and he hadn't dated anyone for longer than three months because he was looking for a very specific kind of girl and he couldn't find her. The alcohol seemed to make them more talkative, if that was even possible because Doug said David really wanted a man but wasn't brave enough to admit it.

David responded, "Been there, tried that, definitely want a girl."

I laughed again but neither of them laughed with me. I half laughed when I asked, "You tried that?"

"More than once, you know, just so I could be sure."

"Oh of course, just so you could be sure," I said sarcastic.

"Hey, now you sound like Doug. There's nothing wrong with a straight guy experimenting with gay sex just to make sure he's straight." I wanted to tell him that most straight guys I knew didn't need to experiment with guys to confirm they were straight. "And don't look at me like that either. I don't see what the big deal is. Doug experimented with girls before he knew for sure he was gay, so why does it matter if I tested out a few guys?"

"How far did your testing go?"

"Thorough examinations. I had to go all the way with them."

I let the alcohol guide my tongue. "You don't have to answer this, but um, you look like a top, um, did you try the other way?"

He looked at Doug so I looked at Doug. Doug was grinning and staring at him. "I uh, plead the fifth on that one."

"He did both," Doug said.

David threw his empty bottle at him, "You ass!" Doug smiled wickedly and then winked at me.

"He had great gay sex yet he still prefers women."

"Doug, who said it was great sex?" David asked.

"Well I can't speak for the other guys, but I know I rocked your world." Doug gave his crotch area a good squeeze.

David jumped up and I thought he was serious but Doug didn't seem worried. David stood over Doug. "You made me do this." He leaned down and Doug tried to push him away, but David's arms were too long. David tickled Doug while Doug squirmed and giggled like a little boy.

"Stop it," Doug screamed between laughs.

"Say it wasn't great sex."

"But it was."

"Say it or I won't stop."

"Fine, it wasn't great sex." David finished his tickle assault and stepped back. "It was beyond great, more like amazing. Definitely the best you ever had."

David turned back to Doug. "There's no helping you."

David sat on the bed and looked at me. "Don't believe him. He wasn't that good. If he was I'd be gay."

"Would you ever be with a guy again?"

His eyes darted to Doug then back to me. "Let's say I'm sticking to girls for a while but I never say never. There just aren't any guys that interest me at the moment."

"So you're open to the possibilities?"

Doug scoffed, "No, he's totally hetero now. He's just saying that because he's a shameless flirt and he's trying to lead you on. He prefers the softness of a woman's body to the firm hardness of a hot guy like me or you. I keep telling him it's all mental, but he's a lost cause. He could do a guy, but he'd always be thinking about a girl. Damn breeder!"

That comment warranted another impromptu tickle attack that lasted until Doug apologized. Instead of returning to the bed, David pushed Doug over and squeezed on to the beanbag next to him. Doug put his arm around David and put his head on David's shoulder and asked, "Don't we make a cute couple?"

David shrugged him off. "I'm not drunk."

Doug got up and came over to sit next to me. He put his arm around me and smiled at David. "Don't Cali and I make a cute couple?"

David smirked. "Yeah, you do. Only he may be too cute for you."

Doug shook me and caused me to look at him. "You're not out of my league, are you?" I laughed nervously then got mesmerized by his eyes. He did have beautiful eyes. He was giving me this intense look but I wasn't sure how serious he was until he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was quick and pleasant and his thin lips felt like tiny bolts of electricity shocking me with an addictive sensation that I instantly wanted to feel again. His tongue darted out and gave my lips a quick lick as he pulled back. My tongue stuck out and licked my lips and the trace of him that he left tasted like drops of sweet water. He was the first guy who ever took my breath away with a kiss and it was a drunken kiss at that. I wondered for a brief moment what his lips could do when he wasn't drunk.

I realized we were nose to nose and just gazing in to each other's eyes. He was breathing hard and I could feel his breath on my lips and smell the hint of beer. "I think I'm drunk," I whispered.

He kissed my nose then gave me some breathing room. "I never take advantage of boys I like."

I giggled and tried to keep my composure but he had given me goosebumps and put something in my stomach. It wasn't really a sick feeling or a good feeling, it was kind of an awareness that the contents of my stomach were being joined by something foreign that felt like a ball of nervous energy having a field day inside me yet each spot it touched missed the contact the moment it bounced somewhere else. I wasn't used to feeling that for anyone.

"I should get going," I said.

"Okay." I stood and looked over to tell David goodbye, but he was lightly snoring. "He's a sleepy drunk," Doug joked as he stood next to me. "I'll walk you to the door."

I laughed. "It's like three steps away. I think I can handle it."

"Okay. See you later then, Cali." I walked towards the door and he slapped me on my ass and winked at me when I turned around. "Yeah, I did it," he said with a smirk on his face.

His behavior said he wasn't my type. He was more far more aggressive than I liked and he was gay. I enjoyed being the hunter and I liked for my prey to move around so I could give chase, but if Doug was prey, he was the kind that walked up to you and waited for you to shoot. David, however, was the kind of prey that required finesse and that was a turn on. I couldn't wait to bring him back to the gay side. David just needed to meet the right guy. By the time I reached my room, I had foolishly dismissed what happened with Doug as nothing more than an alcohol induced mistake and gone back to fantasizing about David.

David dropped by my room the next day. He was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and khaki shorts with a pair of blue flip flops. He sat down on my bed and invited me to a party at some frat house. I probably had my mouth open the entire time I sat across from him. He had to know what he was doing to me when he rubbed his fingers through his head and then stretched. "You're as bad as Doug," he stated.

"What?"

"Most guys try to be discreet when they're watching me, but you and Doug have no shame."

I knew my face was turning red. "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't a complaint."

I found his eyes and interrogated them. Doug was right about David being a flirt. The problem was that I couldn't tell if David was flirting because he liked me or if he was flirting because he couldn't help it. His eyes didn't tell me anything but he did hold my gaze until I turned away because I became uncomfortable. He started a conversation about politics and I was surprised by how well informed he was. He seemed to keep getting better and better. He went from smoking hot to smoking hot and intelligent. It was hard to beat that combination.

We talked for hours until Doug called him and told they were going to be late for the party. David left to get ready and I took a quick shower and put on one of my sexier outfits. The plan was to make a move on David and see what happened. I knew he had been with guys before so I assumed he wouldn't be offended, which meant I could be more overt about it. I laughed at myself in the mirror and said, "Here we go again." I was getting my hopes up over a straight guy.

I met Doug and David at their room. Doug had on a green polo shirt and a pair of jeans. I'll admit he looked nice, but then my eyes caught a glimpse of David. David was wearing a brown t-shirt with the phrase "I'm too sexy for this shirt" emblazoned in white. He had on a dark pair of jeans and brown sandals. I saw him and I wondered if there was an outfit that existed that wouldn't look good on him. I stared at him, and even when I was answering Doug's questions, I didn't take my eyes off of David.

Doug insisted we each take a shot of Tequila before we left. I hated Tequila, but I liked David and he did it so I did it then we walked to the party. The party was the loud, drunken mess I assumed it would be. David was drunk within the first thirty minutes and Doug was hovering around him until David went off with some girl. Even I had to admit the girl was gorgeous. Doug seemed less certain of himself when David left. He went from cracking jokes and keeping me laughing, to sitting there silently watching the party go on around him. I tried talking to him, but he didn't have much to say.

David came back about an hour later and said he was leaving with the girl and he'd see Doug in the morning. "I can't believe he's doing this," Doug whispered, once David left.

"Hooking up?"

"It's more than hooking up, that's his ex-girlfriend. I wonder who invited her, because she doesn't even go here. He's about to go undo everything we worked hard to achieve over the summer." Doug sighed. "I know he says she's a good lay, but he knows he doesn't like her." He shook his head. "Would you do that?"

"Sleep with someone I don't like?"

"Yeah."

"I've done it before."

Doug looked me up and down, "Figures." I didn't like the way he stepped closer to me then asked, "So how many people have you not liked but fucked anyway?"

"About four, but after I fuck you I guess it'll be five."

"Who says I'd let you fuck me?"

I leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear. "Why don't we go back to my room and find out?" I was feeling horny and though Doug wasn't the one I wanted, he was more than adequate to fill in for David.

Doug and I walked in silence. The chill in the night air seemed to be asking me if I was sure about sleeping with Doug and reminding me that I was about to do something I might regret. I didn't care though.

We walked in my room and I closed my door and locked it. Doug was on me as soon as I turned around. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair then he planted a tender kiss on my lips and backed away. I stepped towards him and he pushed me against the door rather roughly. I opened my mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing but he stuffed his tongue in my mouth before I could finish the first word. I didn't return the kiss. His hand reached between us and felt down my body until it found my dick hanging in my left pant leg. He rubbed it, then blew air in my mouth and stepped back.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered. I did it and was rewarded almost immediately with the sensations of Doug rubbing his tongue over my right nipple. He licked it a few more times before he dove in and sucked on it. I gasped when he came up to take a deep breath and the saliva on my nipple gave me a cold chill, followed by the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed it again. I moaned with pleasure as he began to work up a good rhythm with his hand on my hard dick.

He kissed his way up my chest and to my neck, where he sucked for a few minutes and then let his lips trail up my chin and land on my lips. I opened my mouth and kissed him back, which seemed to turn him on because he pressed in to me hard for a moment then he took his hand off my dick and took off his shirt. I stole a quick look at his body and swallowed hard when I saw that his body was better than I originally thought. His stomach looked sexy and taut.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He reached out and touched my chest. "Good because I'm loving what I see."

He dropped to his knees in front of me and undid my belt buckle with his teeth. Having his head so close to my boner had me saying silent prayers that he would hurry up and use his mouth for something else. He undid my button with his hands, but he unzipped my pants with his teeth and he looked up at me the whole time. The ball of nervous energy returned to my stomach and I put my hand up to my mouth and licked my index finger.

Doug's hands grabbed my waist and seductively slid down, pulling my pants and boxers down as well. Once he had my pants down to my ankles, his hands glided up my legs and then over my ass and to my lower back, then back down to my ass. My dick was almost poking him in the eye, but he just buried his nose in my pubic hair and took a deep whiff then he kissed both of my testicles and licked his way up my boner.

He put his hand around my shaft and held on tightly. "What do we have here?"

I laughed nervously and he squeezed again and kissed the head and opened his mouth. I watched as the head disappeared between his lips. His eyes were still staring up at me and that was kind of freaking me out, but not enough to stop him. He had about half of me in his mouth when he started moving his tongue around. I shuddered when he stopped swirling his tongue for a moment and sucked really hard instead.

He started bobbing his head up and down and taking more and more of me each time until his lips were touching his hand that was carefully milking the bottom. He abruptly stopped and let me drop from his mouth. "You want to see a magic trick?"

I nodded my head and he grabbed my dick and started going down, inch by inch until all eight inches were in his mouth and his lips were pressed against my pubes. The back of his throat did this thing that sent a chill up my spine. I looked down at him and seeing him like that, with my dick in his mouth and a hint of a smile in his eyes as they looked up at me was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. The guys who had blown me before were more focused on my dick than me, but I couldn't say that about Doug. The way Doug kept making eye contact with me suddenly went from freaking me out to adding another level of intimacy. He reached up and played with my nipples. I grabbed the back of his head and went at it, pumping in and out of his mouth until I came down his throat a few minutes later.

He pulled off of me and kissed the head of my dick then ordered me to get on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and my clothes as I walked over to the bed and lied down on my back. Doug slipped off his flip flops and practically ripped off his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his dick flopped against his stomach. Doug reached in his pant's pocket and pulled out a condom.

He came over to the bed and climbed on top of me with his butt resting on my lower abs. "Please tell me you have lube." I reached under my pillow and pulled out a tube. "So you were expecting to get lucky tonight?"

"Oh yeah." I had been planning on getting lucky with David, but I wasn't going to say that and risk ruining the mood.

"Planning on getting lucky with David, huh? Trust me he's straight, but if it makes you feel better, I was planning on getting lucky with him tonight too."

"You were?"

"No, we're well past that point in our relationship. I just thought it would turn you on to think about it. Does it?"

Any story with David in it turned me on. "Why don't you look for yourself?"

"If it's alright with you, I like to feel my way around." Doug moved his hand behind his back and found my dick and squeezed it. "I think I can ride to town on this," he commented.

He grabbed the lube and started putting it on my right hand then he took my middle finger and put it at the entrance of his ass. I fingered him for a few minutes. He was pretty loose and I wondered who he had been messing around with and I felt an inkling of jealousy when I thought it might have been David who had stretched Doug so thoroughly. After a few minutes, Doug put the condom on my dick and started sitting down on it. He took it slowly, like he'd done with the blowjob, until I was all the way inside him. He contracted his insides and moved around in a way I had never felt before, all while rocking back and forth on my dick. He rode me to new levels of pleasure and then carefully brought me back down.

He kissed my neck then whispered in my ear, "You can't cum yet."

He moved off of me and told me to get on my knees and sit back. When he finally got me in the right position, he turned his back to me and spread his knees really far apart then he moved back so he was over my legs. His hand aimed by dick for the place where he wanted it and I held my breath as he sat down slowly. He started bouncing up and down at a leisurely pace. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer to me so I could nip at his neck with my teeth and tongue. I let my left hand caress his chest and abs as I started forcing him to pick up the pace.

I thought I saw something move from the side of my eye so I glanced over and caught our reflections in the mirror. Watching Doug moving on top of me, made me want to fuck him harder. I pushed him forward so he was on all fours and I grabbed his hips and pounded his ass while he acted like a porn star. Doug started jacking himself and his words became incoherent. He went from "Fuck, oh fuck, oooh fuck" to "mmph, uh, uh, mmph, mmph, mmph."

I didn't expect him to cum as hard as he did, but man did I appreciate it. When he started cumming, his ass clamped down on my dick like a cave in and forced me to cum too. When I was done cumming, I rolled to the side and stretched out.

I closed my eyes and exclaimed, "Oh, my fucking God!"

Doug gave me a quick peck on my lips. "Fucking God is right. Wow!" I felt him lay down next to me but I kept my eyes closed and absorbed the freshness of the moment, and the distinct smell of cum. When I finally opened my eyes, Doug was on his side, with his head propped up and his eyes on me. "I take it you enjoyed your first ride on the Douglas Express."

"Oh yeah."

"That's because I have a hot ass." He giggled.

"You got an ass I'd like to fuck" I paused, "again."

"No time like the present." He leaned in and kissed me but I didn't have the strength to keep up with him so I gently pushed him away.

"I'm spent. You have to give me a minute to recuperate."

He put his lips against my ear and said, "I have to warn you, I'm even better the second time around."

My body quivered. I reached for him and pulled him in to the most sensual kiss my tongue was capable of delivering. For an instant, I wanted to shove my tongue so deep in his mouth that it got lost inside him but I settled for giving him some of my saliva instead.

We had sex once more that night. Doug was right; he was even better the second time. The next morning, Doug got up, put on his clothes, kissed me goodbye, and left. He wasn't even out the door good before I started thinking of ways to get him alone again.

I had dinner with David and Doug later that day. My eyes still stared at David, but my mind was picturing Doug in various positions on my bed. David talked us to death about his ex- girlfriend. He was upset with himself for sleeping with her, but I couldn't tell him it was a mistake because if he hadn't left with her, I probably wouldn't have been with Doug. Doug, however, had no problems telling David what an idiot he was to go back down that road and even teased, "You had two hot guys ready and willing to get you off but you left with a floozy. Were you really that hard up for pussy?"

David half laughed and said, "Yeah I was. You know I went without it all summer." He shook his head. "I must have been pretty damn desperate to leave with Alegra."

"Or pretty damn drunk." Doug remarked.

"Or both," I added.

David laughed at himself. "Gentlemen, let this be a lesson to you both: Don't lead with your penis because you may stick it somewhere you regret."

Doug couldn't resist. "Like in Alegra's mouth, between Alegra's breasts, up Alegra's pussy, in Alegra's ass and then finishing by shoving it down her throat?"

I covered my ears and said, "Gay man over here. My ears can't take that kind of language."

Doug reached across the table and pulled one of my hands away. "It's safe to listen. I'm done with the gory details."

Over the next few months, the three of us became good friends and Doug and I fooled around whenever we could but David was still the one I wanted. I was so focused on getting David that I didn't notice the small changes happening around me until they gathered together and slapped me upside my head.

I went to the gym with David and Doug one afternoon and watched them play a game of pick up basketball. When they were done, they both were sweaty but as they walked towards me, I found myself staring at Doug and resisting the urge to run over to him and lick the sweat from his body one tiny drop at a time. I was so focused on Doug that I didn't notice when they stopped in front of me, until Doug opened his mouth, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like he's a bottle of cold water and you haven't had anything to drink in a long time," David replied.

"Was I really looking at him like that?"

David gave me an `are you serious' look and said, "You've been looking at him like that for a while, but if its any consolation, he gives you that same dumb look whenever you guys are talking. You two should just make it official already."

"But"

He lowered his voice some. "But nothing!" He held out his hand and started counting off fingers, "You've been screwing around for months, the sex is good, you're good friends, you're both apparently over me and completely in to each other and might I add, so obviously in love that sometimes its sickening to watch," he looked at both of us, "why don't you two idiots just call it what it is? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go freshen up for my lady."

David walked away. Doug and I stared at each other then I said, "So,"

"So?"

"So I only like straight guys."

Doug shrugged his shoulders. "That works for me. I only like gay guys who like straight guys."

"But what if I start liking another gay guy, who's, I don't know about your height, your weight, has your eyes, your lips, and your insatiable appetite for sex and then that guy steals my heart without me even knowing it?"

"Well I'm sure if that ever happens, the guy will keep your heart safe because you've probably had his heart from the moment he saw you but he didn't have the guts to tell you."

"He didn't have the guts to tell me what?"

"That he's hopelessly in love with you. You big dummy."

I pulled him to me and hugged him in front of anyone who might be looking. "I love you, too," I whispered as I kissed him tenderly on his lip. "Now let's get out of here so I can take you back to my place and take advantage of you."

Doug and I easily slipped in to a committed relationship. I often teased him that he was lucky David didn't want me, but whenever I looked in to Doug's eyes, I knew I was the lucky one. Being with Doug made me feel like I had won a grand prize without knowing my name was even in the drawing.

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