This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This story features guys getting it on. If that offends you, please do not continue.
This story aims to explore the bond between three college roommates, but this chapter is the backstory one where we get inside to the protagonist's character.
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Dripping with sweat after an hour long dance practice, I dragged myself back to my dorm room and found my two roommates locked in a push-up contest in their underwear.
Rooming with two hot jocks had been a freak accident, the kind of living situation that stimulated my high school wet dreams.
If you asked anybody in my elementary school, junior high, or high school gym classes, they would assure you that I was the furthest thing from an athlete. I was "Nolan, The Fairy."
In a lot of my high school classmates' minds, being a dancer was synonymous with being gay. And since I was both, "fairy" seemed to be the most accurate word to describe my high-pitched voice and my fluttering movements as I danced ballet.
Admittedly, even now as a college student, my body hadn't changed that much since I had been in high school. Still slender and 5'7'', I still looked up to many of my classmates, who towered over me. Having a baby face only added to the cute image that separated me even further from the jocks. In my senior year of high school, a football player actually called me a "twink." I was tempted to make a crack about him watching gay porn to be familiar with the terminology, but retaliation would probably be more trouble than it was worth.
Besides, that was just the hell of high school. I had already mentally prepared myself for the taunting and teasing that would come along with it. I tried to take it all in stride, constantly reminding myself that these jerks that whispered names behind my back, or shoved me down in the hallways were beneath me, that there would be an "after." Once I graduated, I wouldn't have to deal with this harassment, and the blind eyes that teachers took when other students called me "fag" in class.
That was really the worst. If teachers didn't say anything, why would my classmates bother to even think twice about doing worse when they wouldn't be reprimanded for it?
The only two bright spots in my high school life were my best friends, Gina and Alex. The three of us had been friends since Kindergarten, where we were grouped together for coloring time on the first day. I had forgotten my crayons at home, and Alex unceremoniously dumped his in the middle of the table, saying we could all share. Gina quickly joined in, and just like that, we were friends for life.
Throughout elementary school, Gina was obsessed with sparkles and glitter. She would customize some of her plainer outfits by gluing fake diamonds on them. Looking back, it was embarrassingly tacky, but at the time, I marveled at her coolness. Luckily, her fashion sense improved over the years, especially in the sixth grade, when she really started taking an interest in what she looked like.
"No boy is going to want to date me if I dress like I'm trying to become the next Disney princess," she insisted on the day I helped her trash all of her bedazzled shirts and skirts.
She talked a lot about boys the summer before junior high, and I found myself weighing in on her rants, like which boy band member had the best hair, or her horror when her teen idol was spotted holding hands with a girl on the beach. Her bad mood lasted for two days until we discovered another, more attractive teen idol with beautiful brown hair that she could obsess over.
Truthfully, I had developed an attraction of my own, but not to any shirtless pop star gracing the covers of the teen magazines in the supermarket, but Alex. It was the weirdest thing in the world because we were practically like brothers, but over the years, he had become really handsome. In sixth grade, he joined the swim team, and with his deep blue eyes and beach blond hair, he was all I could think about sometimes. It was a little pathetic, but, hey, that was sixth grade.
For all my staring and preoccupied thoughts with Alex, I hoped that I was being subtle, but at one of the swim meets, Gina nudged my shoulder and smiled.
"What?"
"I'll tell you who I'm staring at if you tell me who you are." My face felt like it was on fire. "The guy on the far right. Carlos. Cute, right?"
Talking about boys as we flipped through magazines was just a natural part of our routine, but this question felt a lot more loaded than any other. There was no doubt in my mind that Gina was hinting at a question that she had probably been thinking about for a while, the same one that had hung on my mind for the past couple months too. Was there really any point in keeping it a secret? If there was one person I could trust with a secret, it was Gina.
"Yeah, really cute." Gina squealed, partly because our tastes in boys finally aligned, and because I had come out to her in not so many words.
The team won, and Alex waved to me in the crowd. Okay, he was probably to Gina too, but in my mind, he was only looking at me, just like I was him.
That night, Alex and Gina came over to my house and we celebrated with pizza that my parents bought. Gina, who was anything but shy, made Alex give her all the details on Carlos, before she made Alex promise to invite him over so the four of us could hang out. When Gina got worked up about something, she was really persuasive, and nothing worked her up more than cute boys. I guess I was the same way.
Gina's parents picked her up, leaving Alex and I alone. We were playing video games when he mentioned that he would probably get to wear a speedo when he joined the high school team, which he was very excited about. My excitement was just as obvious, as the image of my best friend in a tight red speedo set off a physical reaction that I was unable to conceal. Alex lay me down on my bed and climbed on top of me, my heart racing so fast that it seemed perfectly accurate to assume it would be bursting out of my chest and flying around the room at any second.
`I'm gonna kiss you, okay?"
I wasn't sure if it was really a question or not, but I nodded all the same. The soft brushing of our lips was the most incredible sensation I ever felt. Alex's lips were so soft, and there was something so comfortable about sharing my first kiss with him that my nerves melted away.
We kissed a lot that night, trying to look as cool as actors did by using our tongues. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but it sure felt good. The glow of the TV filling my room, I fell asleep with my head on Alex's shoulder, and my hand interlocked with his.
That night wasn't the beginning of some long romantic secret relationship. In fact, our intimate encounters were pretty sporadic. Naturally, once we entered middle school, girls were all over Alex, and when he started returning their interest, I was nothing but supportive. A little jealous sometimes, but supportive. I didn't want Alex to feel guilty about liking girls, and I knew he was concerned when Gina started dating Carlos at the same time he started hanging out with Tiffany.
Come over and swim?
He texted me that message every Friday night, and I always accepted. It was his way of making sure no matter what girl he was interested at the time, he and I could hang out. That was Alex, always thinking of me before himself, which is why I felt bad when Tiffany broke up with him for not spending enough time with her.
"It's cool. You kiss better than her anyway," he said with a grin the night she told him off in front of the whole science class. We were sitting on the edge of his outdoor pool, when he brushed his leg against mine.
We didn't say anything. Our clothes ended up in a pile on the lawn while we kissed naked in the pool. We traded handjobs, our bodies shaking while our balls pumped out cum underwater. About an hour later, we were at it again, but in Alex's bed, sitting across from each other while we kissed our way through the frenzy of our second orgasms, dry-humping each other furiously until we moaned into each other's mouths.
I didn't tell Gina anything about Alex and my sexual exploits, mostly out of embarrassment, but partly because it felt a lot more intimate to keep that kind of thing private. Even in the fun of it all, when Alex grinned and said he wanted to kiss me until our lips burnt clear off our faces, it meant something.
"Bisexual."
That was what Alex told Gina and me on the night of our eighth grade graduation. It was the usual fanfare, parents sobbing during the principal's boring speech about new beginnings and birds taking flight, while all of us graduates tried to keep straight faces. My parents hollered when I walked up to get my diploma, but that was nothing compared to the animalistic screaming from Alex's dad and his three brothers. It made everyone laugh.
After being subjected to nearly an hour of photos, Gina, Alex and I had our party at my house. My parents welcomed any excuse to invite people over, so naturally they went all out for a "milestone." There was pizza, hamburgers, steak, pasta, and even a bunch of vegetarian options for Gina's parents.
We were upstairs in my room talking about high school when Alex told us that he was bisexual. This revelation came after a sleepover he had with the swim team about a week ago. I listened with rapt attention, my mind pumping out a series of vivid images that made my cock throb. Apparently, someone had brought porn, and the night ended with a giant make-out session. Gina wasn't even mad that Alex had made out with Carlos. Conversely, she thought two guys kissing was pretty ht. She was fanning herself when Alex told us about the three-way kiss with Caleb and Dustin. Imagining, the three hottest guys on the team was seriously threatening to make me shot a load in my shorts.
It wasn't until after Gina went home that Alex told me about what happened after the kissing. Or rather, he showed me. My first blowjob ended embarrassingly quickly, my hips jutting off the bed as I my balls pumped a thick load of cum into Alex's mouth.
My attempt at reciprocating was as awkward as expected, but Alex really liked it when I sucked on his balls, so I focused my attention there. That was how he came, me sucking his nuts while Alex jerked off, shooting cum all over my face. He held onto my shoulders while he licked his seed off my face.
Everything that happened with Alex was incredible, but it only increased the need for something more permanent. Gina was hell-bent on getting a boyfriend freshman year, and even though I knew my chances were significantly lower, I was hoping to find someone for myself.
Alex was just as popular with the girls as we knew he would be, and by the first month, he was dating Anna Roberts, a pretty girl who loved soccer. She was super competitive, but in a good-natured way, which fit Alex perfectly, because he hated losing just as much. They were a pretty good couple, and she got along well with Gina and I, which Alex assured me was a deal-breaker with any girl he would ever date.
It took Gina a little longer, but she found her guy in Derek Styles, a sophomore who did assistant work in the computer lab. He was really built, his muscles straining against every shirt that he wore. Gina constantly gushed about what a good kisser he was, and how his muscles were huge and hot. I always listened attentively. Since my love life was non-existent, I had to live vicariously through my best friends.
Sophomore year, I got fucked for the first time. And not by Alex, but by his older brother, Jason. Jason was two years older than us, a senior who went to the same school, and we had always been pretty close. Jason was on the tennis team, and was working on getting recruited for college. He definitely had the talent, but he hadn't taken his studies very seriously in freshman and sophomore year, which meant he had to make up for it now, pulling his grade point average up as much as possible with straight As.
Alex was on a date with Anna when I showed up at his house. In what could only be classified as the stupidest mistake in my life, I had forgotten to close the window on my computer of gay porn that I had been searching. Even though I was out at school, I was still in the closet at home. I figured my parents would probably be supportive, but what if they weren't? This kind of news really changed people, changed relationships, and that terrified me beyond belief. So when my dad called me downstairs to talk, and I saw my laptop on the table, I knew that I had been busted.
I felt like I was going to throw up. What if my parents threw me out? Where would I live? With so many thoughts racing through my mind, I just kept running until I stopped on Alex's doorstep. Jason let me in, and he let me cry on his shoulder for a good twenty minutes, while he stroked my hair. It was exactly the kind of thing Alex would have done.
Kissing me was also what Alex probably would have done, though it was the last thing I would have expected from Jason. But I didn't fight it. Maybe it was just having a warm body pressed against my own that gave me the comfort I needed, or maybe it was because this might have been the only action I would get in high school aside from the occasional make-out and blowjob with Alex.
It kind of made me swell with pride to know that I was making Jason feel so good when I sucked his cock. He laid on continuous praise, which only encouraged me to double my efforts until he pushed me off. I really wanted his load in my mouth, but my thoughts were instantly redirected, when he lifted my legs high into the air and licked my asshole. I hadn't expected something that sounded so gross in theory to feel so incredible in practice, but I was writhing on the bed while he rimmed me, his thick, wet tongue burying deeper inside my tight hole.
I wanted it. I wanted to feel closeness with someone else, just like Gina and Alex, so I shut my eyes when Jason fingered me. He was gentle, rubbing my stomach with his free hand while two fingers scissored my pink pucker open.
His dick was a lot bigger than his fingers, and stretched me open so fully that I had to take a few minutes to adjust. But when he started moving, the pain slowly subsided into pleasure, especially when he struck my prostate. I wrapped my legs around his muscular back and grabbed his face, pulling him down to kiss me while he pounded my ass. Feeling his thick seed pool inside me had me drowning in ecstasy. I had never come so hard in my life. Jason collapsed on top of me, his hot breath wet against my ear and my dick trapped between our abs. I really needed a boyfriend.
The next morning, I came out to my parents, who were nothing but supportive. They were hurt that I felt like I had to hide something so important from them, and assured me that they had known for a while. That was when I asked them to sign me up for ballet. As much as I wanted a boyfriend, I wasn't about to spend every day of high school pining for hot straight guys that barely acknowledged my existence. I had to have something to occupy my mind, something to look forward to, and dance was that outlet.
There was something about the graceful movement of dance that I was drawn to. Maybe because it felt intimate, building a connection with the music that no outside force could take away from me. When I was absorbed in a song, my body responded on its own, taking me away from everything and everybody around me. And considering how many of my classmates I wished would disappear into a black hole, ballet gave me the escape I craved.
College was bound to be better, especially because I was going to be rooming with Alex. Well, that was the plan, until Alex's dad got really sick. Alex decided to defer college for a year so he could stay home and take care of his dad and brothers, which killed me, because I knew how much he was looking forward to college life. I was tempted to stay with him and help, but there was no way my parents would have been cool with that. And Alex would have been pissed too, thinking that he was holding me back or something.
Gina was going to school for fashion design, which was the coolest thing ever, except for the fact that she was always super busy. But we still had our weekend Skype sessions with Alex, which helped us maintain a sense of normalcy in the big changes that had come with college life.
So it was Alex's last-minute decision to defer college that changed my roommate situation. Somehow, I ended up rooming with Brad and Aiden, two football studs who I was sure I had nothing in common with. That was why I was surprised when we ended up becoming best friends.
Brad was the kind of guy who knew exactly how hot he was, and took every opportunity to show it off. He was always walking around the dorms without a shirt, getting all the girls worked up as he glided through the halls with a confident swagger that was right on the line of shifting into cockiness. He was 6 foot, had jet black hair and had the perfect quarterback build. He could get any girl he wanted, and he had a lot of them.
It was through Brad's bragging that I had gotten to know the girls in our dorm better. Though it was hard to picture them without some sexual backdrop, which kind of made it awkward to look at them without picturing them giving Brad head, or shoving their hands down his pants. My old high school classmates would be seething with jealousy and admiration for Brad, who would probably have every girl at least once by the time he graduated.
Aiden, on the other hand, was kind of a goofball. He seemed a little oblivious of how sexy he was, which probably made him all the more attractive in girls' eyes. In the first couple months at college, I had girls coming up to me to ask about Aiden's situation, and since I knew his tastes so well, I was able to give them answers to spare everyone. How did I come to know Aiden's tastes, and Brad's as well? Because our dorm room was constantly buzzing with sexual talk.
They both knew that I was gay, a question which had come up the first weekend we had moved into the dorms, when Brad asked me about my experience with girls. I blushed and gave him a straight answer, that I was gay, and after a second to process my answer, he asked me if I messed around with guys. It was a little strange to be talking about my sex life with two straight guys, who were a lot more into it than I thought it would be. Probably just as surprising was that their talk about girls didn't send me out of the room trying to rid my mind of naked curves. There was something exciting in being able to be so open about sex, and once the three of us got going, we all got boned up.
The first time we jerked off together, we were all sitting on the couch we chipped in for, me sandwiched between the two football hunks. We didn't touch each other, even though I was dying to run my hands all over their sweaty muscular bodies, but being so close to them, listening to them grunt and the slick slosh of their hands working their big six inch cocks was turning me on big time.
"Fuck, I gotta bust," Brad said. "You gonna blow, Nolan?"
"Uh-huh," I moaned. I was shameless, eyes trying to capture every inch of their bodies before I came. If there was one thing I loved on a guy, it was a big chest, and Brad and Aiden had the kind of chests that my mouth water. Brad had the firmest pecs I had ever seen, and there was nothing else I would have liked more to run my tongue all over Aiden's marble-hard abs.
I was practically delirious when I heard Aiden curse, his muscles tightening as he came so hard that his cum shot right in his face.
"Fuck yeah," Brad encouraged. "Shoot your load, dude."
He was talking to Aiden, but the combination of that husky voice and Aiden's orgasm triggered my own, my cock throbbing wildly in my fist while I succumbed to the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. My body was racked with pleasure as I writhed on the couch, thick globs of cum shooting all across my stomach. I slumped against Brad, and came down from my high just in time to watch him come, just barely cognizant of the fact that he had angled his body so he could shoot his load on my stomach instead of his own. He grinned at me with that satisfied smile I imagined was normally reserved for girls he fucked into coma-like ecstasy.
There were repeat performances just like that over the months, our bodies finally coming into contact one night when Brad and Aiden were super horny. They had gone on a double date with the Stevenson twins, who were blonde bombshells, while I stayed inside and practiced dance. They came home so hard and flustered that I didn't have time to think before Aiden grabbed me and smashed our lips together.
It was the single most aggressive kiss in my life, even to this day. Our mouths were like magnets, drawn apart only for a second before they connected again in even more electric friction. My front was pressed against Aiden's, while Brad was behind me, humping my ass and whispering dirty things in my ear.
"Shit, Nolan, you have a fucking bubble butt." Brad breathed heavy in my ear. "So fucking horny."
I could tell. Brad was never one to mince words, but when he got worked up, "fuck" was the staple in his vocabulary.
Even though they had me pressed between them and were dry-humping me like wild animals, I knew they wouldn't do anything without my consent. They were waiting for me to make a move, so they would know it was okay. And maybe I was getting swept up in the moment, but I started tugging at Aiden's jeans. Seconds later, we were all naked and a mess of sweaty limbs on the couch.
One of my favorite things about sex was discovering my partner's likes. Aiden, as it turned out, loved kissing, which was one of my favorite things. Brad was more hesitant about kissing guys, even though he always got horned up telling stories of shoving his tongue down girls' throats. I wasn't about to complain because Brad never claimed to be anything but straight, and the whole making out with guys thing wasn't usually part of that agenda.
What Brad loved was me worshipping his muscles, getting my hands and mouth on every inch of his body, from his armpits to between his toes. Watching him play with his nipples while I sucked on his toes was burned into my mind as a sight I would never forget.
I sucked both of them off at the same time, my mouth stretched to capacity by two big dicks, but my inability to get them both down to the base only increased my appetite. And the way Brad was muttering things like "yeah, suck our cocks," and "dude, suck his balls," had me humping the bed as I gave them head.
Aiden stretched my hole, meticulously moving his fingers in concentric circles and scissor motions, before leaning down to tongue my pucker. His tongue slid inside without much resistance, a dollop of pre-cum oozing from my dick from anticipation.
It was my second time being fucked, and Brad was a lot bigger than Jason had been, but Aiden was the perfect distraction, kissing me without abandon, our wet lips smacking together repeatedly as Brad built up a rhythm that had his sweaty balls slapping against my ass cheeks. I was really surprised when Aiden pulled away from our kiss in favor of jacking me off, my orgasm hitting me almost at the exact same time Brad's did. He pumped a huge load inside my ass, before Aiden jerked off furiously over my face and coated me with his seed.
It wasn't like we were fuck buddies, but when our hormones got the better of us, we fell into a comfortable rhythm. So when I walked through the door and saw them complete their push-up battle, I knew working out in our room was one of their ways to distract from being perpetually horny. Brad suggested we take a shower. It didn't take a scientist to figure out what he really wanted. My hole throbbed in anticipation.
Under the steady stream of water, I kissed Aiden over and over while Brad humped me from behind, soapy dick gliding between my ass cheeks. I hadn't realized it until he mentioned it, but my ass was kind of big, giving me the bubble butt that Brad practically salivated over.
I would never judge Brad or Aiden, and I certainly wasn't the one to dictate their sexuality, but it was kind of hard not to question why two straight guys fooled around with me as much as they did. It wasn't like they were hurting for female attention. I had no doubt that they could easily find some girl to suck them off in the library. But somehow, it was always me that ended up sandwiched between them.
And whenever anything sexual happened between us, it was always with all three of us – never just a one-on-one. Then their attention was constantly turned towards me. They never touched or kissed each other. I was like the lightning rod absorbing all over their sexual excitement.
My back pressed against the shower wall, Aiden thrusting into me while he kissed me, Brad standing behind him, soaping his body up, I tried to figure out what it all meant.
Brad and Aiden said that they were "flexible." I knew that I was gay, but getting into it again with straight guys, did that mean I was "flexible" too? That I could mess around with any hot guy who was interested, regardless of his sexuality? If that was the case, what did being gay or straight have anything to do with it? Was that what sex was? The blurring tool? My head was spinning as I came in Aiden's hand, Brad smirking at me with his usual smug look of satisfaction.
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