The following is as it happened, but I had to change the names. I hope it's good enough for everybody. If you're not old enough to be reading adult stuff or get offended, don't read this.
Gill Brings Tyler Home
In the first part of this (My Roommate Gill) I talked about how Gill flirted with me, even though he was dating girls and taking them to the sack, and that he actually screwed Kelly while I laid next to them on the same bed. Gill and me had groped each other, and even kissed that time, but we hadn't done anything sexual to each other so far:
That encounter with Gill and Kelly was incredible, and I woke up the next morning feeling really good, only to discover they had already gotten up and left. My high disappeared when Gill didn't come home for the next two days. At first I was pissed (looking back, this was a little because I was hurt) then I was just worried about him. Nobody knew where he was. When I got home from classes on Tuesday, he was there watching TV and tossing back a cold one. He wasn't in a bad mood, but it was clear he didn't want to talk about what had happened. I was cool with that, although I wondered why he couldn't ever come out and admit that shit after the fact.
He continued to date Kelly, but I didn't ever see her. I ran into her one time when I came home early and they had stopped by the apartment so Gill could change clothes. She was really distant to me, gave me this icy stare, and it just made me think how much I'd like to fuck her, right there on the den floor. (That attitude just got me pumped up for some reason) I had started jacking off a LOT after that too. I mean, I used to beat it once or maybe twice a day like anybody else, but now I was up to four or five times. Gill was keeping his distance and spending a lot of time with her (he even quit showing up for frizbee football and golf), so I had plenty of opportunity, and I even found myself stroking it in the can while Gill was studying or sleeping in the other room. I decided I better get a girlfriend and get some relief, and I dated this chick named Cindi for a while. It was nice to have a girlfriend around the holidays, to take to parties and stuff, and she was a good listener. But I couldn't tell her what was bothering me the most, that every time I dorked her, all I could think about was Gill--his body, his smell, that killer smile. God, it was driving me insane inside, but I didn't let it show, so nobody knew.
Two days before winter break started, Kelly broke up with Gill. He was devastated. We were in the middle of final exams, but all he wanted to do was sit around and drink and mope. I tried to talk to him about it, and we just ended up arguing. It almost came to blows, but I just backed off and went to bed. I know he wanted to get out of there and go somewhere else, anywhere, but the streets were iced over and he wouldn't have gotten far. It was just too damn cold outside. Late that night, I woke up to find him sitting on my bed, crying, the only time I ever saw him show that kind of emotion. He said he was sorry over and over (he was even more plastered than earlier) and kept hugging me. I got him to lay down and just wrapped myself around him to reassure him. For sure, it was hot to be that close to him, and my dick felt like it would snap in two. But I didn't think I should take advantage of the situation like that. He fell asleep (or passed out) like that, and eventually I drifted off and had the best wet dream about fucking his tight ass. The next morning it seemed like things were a lot better between us, like they were before Kelly ever came into the picture. I didn't really break up with Cindi, I just didn't call her any more before I went home for Christmas, and I figure she got the hint. I thought a lot about Gill while I was home, but didn't want to get my hopes up, so I just put it out of my mind.
About the second week into the new semester, Gill brought home a classmate of his named Tyler. I never knew if that was his first or last name, I only ever knew him as Tyler. It was obvious why Gill would bring this guy home. He was right at six feet, with honey colored hair and pale skin, warm glowing eyes. I couldn't really tell then in his winter clothes just how good his body was, but he seemed pretty filled out from what I could see. (At some point along the line, I asked him if he worked out and he said no, he just had what nature gave him. But he rode his 30 speed bike everywhere he went, which I'm sure didn't hurt his physicque.] He came from Louisiana, around Monroe I think, and I got the impression his family has money. He dressed pretty prep. I had this unusual reaction the first day I met him where I actually imagined him fucking me. This was new for me, I always fucked before, and physicly I always looked at a guy as a mouth or piece of ass to get my dick into. But there was just something about Tyler I couldn't explain. And I didn't like liking him.
Supposedly Gill and Tyler got together to study for this class they both had, but I never saw much studying going on. Tyler was a different kind of person than Gill. He was really, really smart, and I found out later he pulled a perfect 4.0 every semester, but never studied. All the guy did was party. So I figured the connection between them had to be something else....This friendship was not good for Gill, because it meant he never studied any more either, and he needed to. (At least I had helped him pass his courses!) Okay, I was a little jealous of this guy Tyler, which may be why I wasn't as hot for him like Gill obviously was, even though he was fine. I guess I did resent him a little from the beginning. But Gill did seem happy. As far as I knew, they only hung out alone together during their "study sessions." Otherwise, Tyler always had a different girl with him every time he came over, and often more than one, which were all babes. I don't know where he found them on our campus, but they were obviously as in lust with him as it seemed to me that Gill was.
They partied five days out of the week, mostly at other people's places or at a bar. They had invited me to a couple of parties, but I turned them down, saying I had to study (mainly I studied my hand sliding up and down my shaft). Finally, I couldn't stand it any more, they always seemed to be having fun, we were having a unseasonal warm spell, and I wanted to be around Gill, regardless of the circumstances. We went to their favorite place, a bar where mostly frat and sorority types hang out. It was pretty fun, a pretty even mix of guys and girls, everybody getting trashed, and Tyler always seemed to be the center of attention.
The only thing that happened that really made an impression on me that night though was one time when I went to the john. I was at the only urinal, nobody else in there, when Tyler came in (the one place his babes couldn't flock around him) and was standing there waiting to go. We were just shooting the shit, and he was standing sort of close behind me to one side, when he pats me on the back and says something like, "So I hear you like to swing sometimes." I didn't know what to say, not sure if he meant what I thought he did. "Who told you that," I asked, trying not to slur my words. "Gill said you were the adventurous type, like to try new things. Maybe into a group scene." I couldn't look at him. I suddenly realized that not only was I no longer pissing, but my dick was rockhard in my hand. I stuffed it back into my pants, hoping he hadn't seen how excited I was, and tried to be nonchalont. "A group of chicks, sure thing. The more the merrier," I blabbed. As soon as I said it, I regretted it, here was my chance to maybe get in on something, something that included Gill. But I just couldn't admit to this cocky bastard that I was into guys, afraid he was setting me up or something. He just grinned, I think maybe he winked, and stepped up to the urinal. "So we do have something in common. Cool," was all he said, but his tone told me that he knew. I mumbled something about seeing him back out at the bar and got out of there fast. Nothing else happened that night, but that weekend was the Big Party.
It probably wasn't any bigger than the other parties Gill had been going to with Tyler, but it was new to me. It was at one of the old houses in what we called the Old House district. Really old twostory houses with wood floors, high ceilings and fancy porches. Some of them were pretty run down, but were great for students, usually five or six or more. The warm snap was over and the temperture was back below freezing by the weekend, but inside the house it was warm, actually hot, in more ways then one. Everybody at this gig, girls and guys, were good-looking and classy. There was some boss tunes and dancing, plenty to drink, and a lot of flirting and making out going on. The usual group was stationed around Tyler and laughing it up. I kind of hung out by the stairs and watched people go by and stuff when this girl comes up and starts talking to me. She was a knock out, long blond hair and dreamy blue eyes, luscious full lips and cute dimples. But the best thing was her tits--this bitch was stacked! Now I'm not typicly into big boobs, but there was something about these that made my nuts tingle. They were perfectly round, firm, and her sweater hugged every curve. The rest of her was slim, not chunky like a lot of girls with hooters like that, and within a few minutes she was practically leaning on me.
After about a halfhour, we were making out and the party was thinning out by then. Tyler came along with Gill in tow and asked if I wanted to play pool. I thought, Can't this fucker see I'm making out? but I just said No thanks. Gill said Come on, and then Gina (that was her name) spoke up kind of unexpectedly and says she wants to play. Now I was starting to get pissed--was Tyler gonna steal her away from me too? But as she got up, she swayed a little, pushing her bust into my face, then took me by the hand and pulled me up, so I reluctantly went along. (Of course, only later did I realize this was a setup.) The pool table was in what I guess had used to be the dining room, with chairs along the walls. Gill racked them up and Gina and I lost the toss, so Gill took the first shot. We were both pretty good, but I had always beat him in the past. I could tell he'd been playing a lot since hanging around with Tyler, because his shooting had improved. Gina actually wasn't bad, I don't know how she made some of those shots with those huge mams between her and the table, but we were pretty evenly matched with them. We won the first game, and during the second game, two guys came in and sat in a couple of arm chairs to drink and watch (I found out later there names were Chase and Steven). I remember them coming in because they were so goodlooking and I wondered in the back of my mind for some reason if they were together)
The guys won the second game, so we went for two out of three. During the course of the game, Tyler made some comment about a bet. Gina asked what he had in mind with this coy smile, and he said kind of joking if they won, we all got a turn with her. She turned to me and wet her glossy lips and asked what I thought. My mind was spinning from all the beer; I suspected something fishy, like this was planned, but couldn't quite get it straight in my head. I asked what we got if we won. Tyler looked at me in the eye and said whatever I want. I thought a minute, slammed the rest of my beer, and said what the hell, you're on. The game was over pretty fast. As bad as I wanted to win and call the shots, I never had a chance. When Gina scratched her next shot, Tyler got the cueball and sank every stripe, then the eight. Apparently, he'd been holding back. But that confirmed to me that this was all a plot to pull me into something. I knew I should have felt manipulated, but I was feeling too good, and what clinched it was when it occurred to me that this would involve watching Gill pound this bitch. I was all for that. I put down my cue stick and said, "Okay, who's first?" I thought we would go upstairs to one of the bedrooms, but Gina hopped up on the edge of the pool table and pulled off her sweater just like that (nothing on underneath), and just giggled. I stared at those titties. They were nicer than I pictured, with nipples like little saucers almost. I instinctively reached out and grabbed one, which made her coo. Tyler grinned as he pulled his shirt off while Gill just gazed at him.
"You fellas up for some fun?" Gina asked the two guys in the arm chairs. I had completely forgotten they were sitting there, and for an instant thought she had to be kidding, then realized they were in on this from the start, too. They tried to be casual as they got up and ambled over to us, but you could tell they'd just been waiting for the action to kick in. The taller one I found out was named Steven had course, straight auburn hair and dark blue eyes, and was slender. The other guy, Chase, was not real tall and only looked sixteen or seventeen to me, but they said he was a soph. He had black curly hair with highlights on the top, which I don't usually go for, but looked really tight on him, and dark coloring, kind of an olive complexion, and I thought he might have some Mexican in him or something.
It seemed like in an instant everybody was already half-way undressed, and Gina was totally naked. As we finished pulling off our clothes and she laid back on the pool table, squirming in anticipation, one of the guys asked, " So how do we decide who's first?" Somebody goes draw straws then, somebody else says we whip out our peckers and see who's the biggest. We were all down to our underwear at this point anyway, but nobody except Gina had gone the final step. An arguement started about, the guy with the biggest dick shouldn't go first, because she'll get all stretched out, and by the time the smallest guy goes, he'll practically fall in, or some shit, and then somebody else goes, so we're gonna reward the guy with smallest dick by letting him go first. In the middle of all this nonsense, Gill speaks up, having been uncharacteristicly quiet up to this point. "Let's play cracker." he suggests. "First one to blow goes first, and so on." We all looked at each other and kind of nodded; I heard of cracker before, but never actually did it; they all seemed to be familiar with it. This seemed to be like a good idea to me, because as long as it had been since I fucked somebody, and as hot as this scene was, I was afraid I'd lose my nut in about three seconds with her.
"So where's the cracker," somebody said. "Let's use her mouth." was Tyler's suggestion. She said yeah, really sexy like, and scooted all the way into the middle of the table. There was no way we could all stand around the pool table and shoot anywhere near her, so we all climbed up and and stood on our knees around her head. Gill was by her shoulder, then me, then Steven, Tyler, and Chase by her other shoulder. We all more or less simultaneously pulled our tools out and started stroking. Now I got a chance to check these guys out. At some point, I remember thinking, none of these guys look queer, I wonder if I'm taking this all wrong. Steven had a slender, swimmers type body, really tight, and a nice sized dick. In fact, I think he must have been a swimmer, because his whole body pretty much looked shaved, except right around his dick.
Tyler had the smoothest, palest skin, with the complexion of milk, like he'd never been in the sun. He was really well defined all over, and his nips were the reddest red, like his lips. He had faint, light blond hairs all over his legs and arms and a little below his navel. He also had big hands, and he needed them, because his prick was gigantic. I had noticed before that he seemed to pack a big backet, and at times thought he had to be stuffing his shorts with something. I don't know for sure just how long that thing was, but it was long and in perfect proportion as far as thickness and wideness, with some really big nuts hanging down really low. As I watched his hands move back and forth over it, I felt my butthole pucker, and the vision of that monster sliding deep into me flashed through my head. I had to make my eyes move to Chase, afraid everyone would notice I was staring too long. Chase really had that V-shape going with his torso, with sholders especially wide for his height and a narrow little waist and hips. His pecs were broad and flat and firm, and his abs were really ripped (how did these guys do it?) He didn't have much hair, either. His cock was not real long, but thick and wide and he was the only uncut one there. I remember thinking it was weird how, out of this group of college guys I probably had the most hair, and I really don't have much at all.
I noticed I wasn't the only one checking the other guys out. Everybody seemed to be pretty much just watching the other guys, except for Steven, who seemed to be looking at Gina most of the time. She kept giving a closedmouth moan as she gazed up and had started reaching up to fondle different guys nuts as we were getting into it. I felt her long nails kind of tickle my ballsack and her fingers roll each nut around with a light squeeze before she explored the area between my balls and my asshole with her nails. I noticed Gill's shoulder rubbing against mine as we rhythmicly pounded our meat, and I look over to him and down to take in that familiar bod. He was still the best, perfect proportion, perfect skin, best shaped dick, his hips thrusting with each stroke like it looked when he fucked. Gill was so strong and solid and manly, it always just drove me wild. I started to beat faster as the pressure in my groin built up, and I noticed the other guys speeding up too. Gill couldn't take his eyes off of Tyler's cock and chest, even as Gina pulled on Gill's nuts and rubbed her lips on his leg above the knee. Tyler looked at me more than at Gill, and I don't think Chase had taken his eyes off of me either. Kind of all at once, it seemed like, we all went to doubletime.
I didn't really care about being first, I was enjoying the show, but I knew it wouldn't be long. But Gill beat me to the punch, shooting his spunk all over Gina. I had never actually seen him squirt--it came out first in big globs, and then a finer spray, and she had it on her face, in her fluffy blond hair, and one of the first globs went right in her open mouth. Seeing all his cum splattered all over her like that sent me over the edge, and I kicked out my usual five or six ropes of goo, laying stripes across her face. Chase came a split second after me and didn't shoot much, which dribbled more than shot. The last two guys took a little longer, but when Tyler shot, it was like somebody had dumped a cup of the suff right in the middle of her face, on her cheek and her mouth. I looked up to see him still pumping and straining, the veins in his neck and his arms kind of straining, eyes closed, mouth open, head back. He was more vocal than anybody else, too. He gave three goodsize volleys, and the rest kind of dripped out in gooey strands. Steven was still staring at her tits as he sort of whimpered and let fly. His spoo seemed to do a little dance in the air before it fell into her hair. Gina rubbed the stuff all over her face and licked her fingers, showing us lots of tongue.
"Well, that settles it, Anthony," Tyler said in his characteristic drawl, "you're first." As we all climbed down off the table, Steven asked if anybody had any rubbers, and Gina said she was on the pill. She had propped herself up on her elbows and asked Gill seductively how he wanted her. From the looks of him, he was ready to go. Tyler and Steven had lost a little of their erections, but if any of the rest of us has gone any limp, you couldn't tell it now. "On your back, bitch," Gill said playfully, his energy still high. He had aways favored the missionary position and variations of it for some reason, so this didn't surprise me. He didn't waste any time mounting her, and started out sort of kneeling with Gina's legs against his thighs pointing upward like I had seen him screw Kelly. He pointed his rod into her mound and pushed it right in, making his stomach muscles tense up to give me a great view of his washboard. As he started pumping her, he bent over and kissed her some, then licked at the drying streaks on her cheek. Chase reached out and took hold of one of her round boobies, massaging it but looking at me across the table. He was really cute, but my attention was on Gill, I moved around to the end of the table and got a view of his butt contracting each time he pushed into her, and I wanted to reach out and hold it, but something held me back. No guy had openly touched another guy yet, the man-to-man thing had remained an undertone, and I didn't feel comfortable enough yet to cross that line.
Steven was off to the side playing with himself slowly while he watched Gill screw her, and Tyler was at the head of the table, opposite from me, grinning at me. He turned and slowly walked around the table toward me, and I momentarily wanted to leave. When he got by my side, he just leaned over and whispered so only I could hear, "So which one of these guys do you want to fuck the most?" and just looked at me. We watched Gill fuck the girl for a minute, then Gill settled down into the standard missionary (surprise) and continued his methodic grind. They looked great together, with a side-to-side motion in unison. She was starting to get vocal as he pressed his chest against her breasts. Chase was still groping her tit, so I knew at the same time his hand had to be rubbing Gill's pec, and Chase kept glancing over in our direction. Tyler whispered again, close to my ear, "Chase likes you, you know," and simulaneously took my cock in his hand. For some reason, it seemed really natural, and I just let him. After a minute, I took hold of his as well, and just held it. It was so big in my hand, it seemed like holding a coke bottle.
Gill was humping her faster now, and the sight of them going at it with Chase feeling them up while he stroked himself with his other hand, combined with Tyler pulling my pud had me ready to squirt again already. I knew I was next up to bat and intended to follow through with it, so I pulled away from Tyler and moved to the head of the table. Gill was grunting, his body shaking with each powerful thrust, as she writhed beneath. I've heard more than one of his girlfriends comment about how expert he was in moving around inside them to maximize the pleasure, and I'm sure Gina was geting the full treatment. When Gill looked up and saw me standing there, he kind of nodded once with a smirk on his face, that old familiar devlish grin was back. I couldn't hold back, I leaned over the table and planted a kiss on his mouth. He opened his lips and let me in, really getting into it. Someone put a hand on my neck and was massaging it. I peeked to see Tyler with a his other hand on Gill's neck and sucking on Gill's earlobe. Gill's kissing got more intense, his rocking got even more agitated, and then he broke away from me with a shout and raised up high on his stiff arms, drilling her pointedly several times as she cried out. He caught his breath as Tyler stroked his hair, then rolled off of her onto his back, exhausted, his wet hardon waving stiffly in the air.
I coulnd't wait, I immediately moved in to take her doggystyle. On my knees in the middle of the table, I manhandled up to me. I decided to be rough and slammed into her from the start, and even pulled her hair. I stiffened when I remembered my dick was sliding around in a cunt full of Gill's sperm. I hadn't been at it very long when I felt a body behind me press against mine. Chase had climbed up there and was wrapping his arms around me as I rammed her. His hands were all over my chest and belly, even to the base of my cock, and having a hand inbetween me and her when I slid all the way in was pretty hot. He toyed with my nipples, lightly pinching them, and nibbled on the back of my neck and my shoulders. I could feel his stiff dick rubbing up between my buttcheeks, pressing against me firmly every time I pulled out of Gina. At one point, Chase pointed his dick down so that it was rubbing between my legs and every once in a while it poked my balls from behind. He was kissing and licking and biting my upper back while his strong hands continued to explore the front of my torso firmly.
Tyler and Gill were standing near the table making out and their hands were all over each other. I thought I would have been jealous, but it was so hot watching them grope each other while Chase's hands and mouth devoured my flesh. Steven climbed on the table and thrust his straining prick in Gina's face, which she automatically consumed, taking it in to the root all at once. He started to fuck her face while I pounded her pussy from behind, picking up the pace. Steven bent down and played with her dangling tits beneath her as she continued to swallow all of him, and suddenly, out of the blue, I was jamming my swollen piece even farther into her, spraying her insides with my load. Chase knew I was unloading and reached between my legs from behind to give my nuts a firm squeeze, which doubled my ecstacy. The moment was so intense it was almost overwhelming. I have not exagerated anything. I pulled out of her and would have laid down, but Chase was holding me up, still kissing my back and massaging my front.
"Are you gonna fuck her?" I asked.
"If you want me to," Chase murmured, with a raspy, adolesent sounding voice.
"Let me see you do it," I told him. He pulled away from me and I climbed down. Gina was on her back again, sixty-nining with Steven. Chase said something about hold your horses, its my turn, and Steven sat up, his pecker still in her mouth. Chase picked Gina up at the hips and slid her so that her ass was on the edge of the table.
Steven followed her and she took his balls in her mouth as Chase jump down and positioned himself between her legs. I didn't think he'd be tall enough, but his dick was at just the right height standing at the edge. I was leaning back against the table, so I had a good vantage point as he placed the head at her swollen folds and moved into her. She moaned, still chewing on Steven's nads and jacking his prick. Chase looked at me and smiled as he pistoned his really wide cock in and out of her, I liked seeing it slide almost all the way out, glistening, then disappear back in to the slit. He reached out and pulled my face to his, where our mouths met and ate at each other. He had a small mouth, but like it was on fire, he was trying to suck the life out of me. His fingers were buried in my hair, clutching my head. I thought of how hot this guy was, but at the same time how he wasn't Gill. His hand went down to my pecker, but I had to sit down in one of those chairs for a minute, feeling dizzy. I watched Chase's butt churning, and noticed how small and tight it was, how you could cup each bun in one hand. I thought, I should get up right behind him and stick my prick up his ass while he fucked her, I was hard enough again already, but then I thought again of Gill. I was in a haze.
I may have passed out for a few minutes, I know I had leaned back in the chair. The next time I looked up, Gina was on her side, Tyler was laying back of her taking her from behind, and Steven was laying face to face with her and also had his dong shoved up in her. I couldn't believe they could both get their cocks in her at the same time, as big as Tyler was. She had felt pretty tight when I screwed her. I stood up to see if maybe Tyler was in her ass instead, but no, they were both ramming her cunt, first one plunging in, then pulling out as the other crammed in. Gill stood at the side of the table, his hand wandering over Tyler's body in action. There was no part of Tyler that Gill didn't feel up as I watched them and my rod got completely hard again. I knew someone was missing, but didn't register who until Chase came back into the room from the hall, still totally naked, except he never took off his socks. I figured he'd been in the john.
Chase came up to me and said hi, smiling all bleary eyed and swaying a little bit. From the look on his face and his eyes, I thought maybe he'd been smoking pot. Behind him Gill was climbing onto the table beside Tyler, his perfect tan body contrasted against Tyler's milky light muscles. I looked up and down Chase, and it struck me intensely in that moment how really hot he was, with that compact bod, all smooth, and something just snapped. I stepped up to him and landed a kiss on his mouth, breathing in and tasting the pot (I was right) while my hand explored his chest, roughly massaging his tits, burrowing under his arms, clamping his beefy side. I kneaded his handsize bun--God it was firm, and begin licking down his front, letting my lips and teeth taste and eat every inch of him. I lingered on his pert little nips, trying to suck and nibble them right off his pecs, then continued downward, tracing the ridges of his abs with my tongue, which I buried in his navel.
I licked farther down, and was entering new territory. As much as I liked guys, I had never sucked one off, I was always the one that got blown, and I didn't get fucked, I always did the fucking. I would have sucked Gill's dick given the chance, but Chases meat was more then tempting enough. I took the wide, thick shaft in my hand and kissed the head, then started frenching it. He went wild, and I could tell it was supersensitive, later I heard because he was uncut. I pushed his butt with my hands and his dick stretched my mouth wide open. I'd had enough head to know to cover my teeth with my lips. I didn't have much room to manuver my tongue, but I swirled the underside a little. I didn't even have to think about what to do, it just came natrual. I kept pressing his ass so he was feeeding me cock until my face was tickled by his curly pubes. He smelled like talcum powder and cologne and sweat down there. His head was just reaching into my throat, but not far enough to make me cough or anything. He steadied himself with a hand on my delt, gripping it strongly, and stroked my hair with his other fingers. After just a second of sucking, he pulled part of the way out and then back in again and began fucking my mouth as it relaxed some and I increased the sucktion. I heard a couple of grunts and figured somebody on the pool table was dropping their load.
Chase was looking over his shoulder at the action on the table and increased the power of his thrusts, jabbing further into my throat now. I couldn't hardly breathe, but I didn't care. He began to moan and tightened his hold on the back of my head, and pulled my shoulder firmly, shoving his prick home with one final thrust that made his buns tense up in my hands as hard as baseballs. I felt his shaft pulsing in my mouth and felt the hot slime squirting into my throat, but it was too far back to taste. He shot about three times, and as he relaxed and withdrew his piece along my tongue, the trail of cum tasted like sweetened seawater. I had this flash of a thought that snorkeling had never been this fun! Chase staggered back a step, with a wide, dopey grin on his face, still stoned I guess. I arise and checked out the table. Steven had gone out of the room, Gina was laying her back spread eagle, obviously exhausted, and Gill was cuddling against Tyler, on his back next to Gina, with his arm curled behind his head. Tyler was looking over at me with a knowing grin that I sort of resented,but couldn't deny. I turned and put my salty mouth on Chase's for another sloppy spitfest, palming his upper back. Then I clamped his neck gently but firmly and guided him to the table, facing it, to bend him over it. I was determined now to take that ass.
As I forced him over, His head was between Gina's legs and his face could almost reach her twat. I really wanted to shove his mouth in there and watch him eat her out, since she was filled up with the cum of all five of us by now, I figured. I put two fingers in my mouth and juiced them up with spit, and as I worked them both at once into Chase's tight hole, I told him to "Eat her out." Chase wiggled that little butt some, trying to help my fingers go in, and pulled the bitch closer to him to reach her wet snatch. Her big mams giggled as he slid her to him. He dove his tongue right into her and I got my fingers all the way in and worked them around. Now I was back on familiar turf as I got his shute ready for my piece. I spit on my hand to lubed up the other two finger, inserting three and then all four. I got up on the table and put my stiff pecker in front of Chase's face. He stopped lapping at Gina's thatch when I said, Slick me up dude." He put his warm, wet mouth on me and engulfed the hole thing. I had a handful of his hair, tugging at it to keep him on me for a minute. "You want it," I said. He kind of nodded, I could see in his eyes he really did want me in him, but I was feeling mean. "You really want it, faggot? You really want to get assfucked, you little pussy kid?" He couldn't speak, so he tried to moan his answer, which really felt good on my peter. "All right eat some more cunt, pussyboy," I shoved his head away and lowered myself down off the table. I couldn't believe that was me saying that, I didn't usually get into talking trash like that, but it felt good that time, I felt pissed.
I moved right up to that little rump, spread his cheeks apart, centered my head at the puckering target, and drilled into him with one sharp stroke. His yelp was a little muffled by his clit sandwich, and he tried to stand up, but I kept a hand in the middle of his back, pinning him down, and held a narrow hip in my other hand to steady my drilling in and out. His feet were about two inches from the floor, so he didn't have much leverage to fight back. I got into a rhythym where I would pull out on a two count and then shove in harshly on a one count, lifting him off the table with my force and causing him to grunt. He had quit chowing down on Gina's crotch, who was now fingering herself as she watched our show. I looked over to Tyler, who was still laying there looking at me while Gill gave him a tongue bath. This fed my jealousy, and I plowed into Chase's tight backside even harder. I thought he might cry out for me to stop (which anyway I woulnd't have), but as he labored to breath he got out, Yeah, fuck me, man, oh, shit yea," or that kind of thing, punctuated by my thrusts.
I tried to concentrate on the curves on Chases back that showed every muscle as he tensed, but I couldn't keep from looking over to where Gill was just reaching Tyler's big cock, and he took the head in his mouth asTyler stared at me. I had never seen Gill do anything like that with a guy. My pace was furious now; I thought, this is so fucked up, but it's so hot, which made it even more fucked up, and I was fucking this sexy guy, kid really, pounding his insides while he begged for more, and I could feel him squeezing my dick with his assring every time I rammed it home now. "Oh, shit," is all I remember saying as I buried my bone as deep in his backyard as imaginable and my dickhead twitched, depositing a good four squirts of my spunk in his hot guts. (They had this tin kinda ceiling where you could see a dull reflection, and as I came I was looking straight up and saw this distorted image of me pressed to the hilt in him, that "V" spreading out from his button butt, and Gina's mound just inches from his face. Fucked up, but hot.)
I laid forward with my chest on Chase's back, worn out, my sweat mixing with his, my heaving breaths out of sink with his, and then we were breathing together. Thanks, he gasped with eyes closed, and squeezed my cock with his butt. I wanted to say something like, sure anytime, but all I could think of course was Gill. I look over and he's sucking Tyler and I just couldn't take it, I pulled out of Chase and turned around to pick up my clothes off the floor. I put on the first underwear I saw (I never did know whose they were), then pulled on my jeans and my sweater, I left my shirt and socks. I was pushing on my shoes as I moved out the door, and heard Gill call "Matt" but I was out of there. I don't know what else happened there that night. It was so cold out, I almost went back to get my jacket, but I couldn't face him again, so I just lumped it.
I thought about going to Cindi's, but I knew what she'd want from me (if she wasn't still pissed at me) and I wasn't in the mood, so I went to this girl Lea's apartment. She wasn't home, but her roommate was cool and let me in to crrash on the couch.
Even though I was dog tired, I laid there for what seemed like forever, thinking about everything that happened, and thinking I should move out and get a place of my own, if Gill wanted to be with Tyler or whoever. It was one thing to be stiffed because he wasn't cool with the guy/guy thing, but it was something else to watch him paw all over another guy and even blow him. Fuck him, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. But I couldn't forget him that easy, and didn't see then how things would change before the end of the year.
(I will write and post the last part of this if response is good. Please tell me what parts you like to hear about most, thanks. Matt S. - FrizBDude@yahoo.com)