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By Mxaussie
"Aw fuck yeah mate, keep going, just like that..."
Tommy looked up at Mark, the now-familiar view of his buddy looking down at him, Mark's ebony cock sliding in and out of Tommy's mouth.
After the first time they fooled round, it had only taken a couple of days before Mark came knocking on Tommy's door at 1am, drunk and stoned from a house party. He just wanted to hang out, he kept saying over and over, and Tommy kind of believed him, until he saw the tent Mark was pitching.
Since then, Mark had become less and less shy about showing up when he was boned. Which became more frequent, sometimes twice in a day, and one lazy Sunday morning, a solid two hours of just sucking and stroking Mark's cock.
"Mmmm fuck you're so good at it, man..."
Every time they did, no matter what Tommy tried, it would always end with him swallowing a couple of mouthfuls of Mark's cum, while Tommy jerked himself off. Mark might stroke Tommy's dick for a bit, but the closer he got to nutting the less Mark gave a shit about Tommy's boner, caring only about feeling his mate's mouth and tongue slide and slurp over his junk.
"Work my balls man... fuck yeah..."
Despite Mark having one of the sexiest penises Tommy had seen for a long time, Tommy was getting pissed with the one-sided nature of their secret encounters. He loved dick, loved giving head, and loved getting a thick load in his mouth, but he also loved a bj as much as any other guy, and Mark, he felt, was taking the piss. Bro-code dictated Mark should return the favour from time to time.
"Hey, not so rough!" Mark ordered.
Fuck you, Tommy thought, but slowed down anyway.
Tommy's phone started to buzz on his desk. He was going to ignore it, but Mark picked it up.
"It's Sean," he said. And answered it. "What's up?"
Tommy pulled off Mark's dick, looked up at his mate, and mouthed, what the fuck? But Mark just grinned and pushed Tommy's mouth back down onto his cock.
"Yeah, he's busy right now," Mark said, and as he did Tommy felt Mark push his cock further down his throat, making him gag. He looked up in annoyance at Mark, who just grinned his shit eating grin back at him.
"Yeah man, sounds like fun, I'll ask Tommy once he's finished working. He's almost done."
Tommy could feel Mark's thrusts into his mouth were getting faster, the usual build up to the climax. He could hear Mark's breathing getting heavier.
"What? Yeah just... got back from a run... yeah it was a long one... fuck... okay I gotta... go... yeah... see you at six... fuck... ok bye..."
As soon as he hung up Mark let out a long low moan. Tommy's mouth filled with the familiar salty taste of Mark's cum, his own cock in his hand pulsing out a series of thick white ropes on his dorm room carpet.
"Mmmm fuck man, you're so good at that..." breathed Mark, when he finally slid his cum-slicked dick out of Tommy's mouth.
Tommy swallowed the remainder of Mark's load, wiping his hand across his mouth. "Why the fuck did you answer the phone?"
"It was Sean man, it's funny."
"Sean is a gossipy bitch, dude. If he knew I was sucking your dick, it'd be all over campus."
"You worry too much," replied Mark with a grin.
"You tell me what would happen if your parents found out, dude," said Tommy, standing up and wiping himself down with a towel. Mark laughed out loud.
"Dude, Sean doesn't know my parents. They're on the other side of the world. You're being stupid." Tommy rolled his eyes, while Mark continued. "Why are you paranoid, you're the out gay guy. No one knows I'm into guys except you. Why do you care if I put Sean on while you're sucking dick?" Mark grinned as big as ever. "He knows you like it."
"You just gotta be careful around him, dickhead," said Tommy, chucking the cum-towel to his bud. "You don't know him like I do." Another thought struck him.
"Also, when the fuck do I get my dick sucked?"
Mark wiped his dick down, avoiding eye-contact with Tommy, saying nothing.
Whatever, thought Tommy. "So what did the little fucker want, anyway?" he asked, getting back to the subject.
"We got an invite to the AFL tonight," replied Mark, pulling his shorts on. "Swans. You and me and Sean. Courtesy of Pete."
"Pete? Water-polo Pete?"
"The one and only."
Tommy blinked for a second. He knew Pete through water polo. Hot, straight, Pete. Tommy liked checking him out in the showers and having a beer with him after a game; that was about as deep as he thought it was ever going to get.
"Why did Pete invite me and you and Sean to the AFL?"
"I dunno man, do you want to bitch about everything, or do you just want to go watch hot guys play some football?"
Later that afternoon, Pete pulled up outside the university dorm in his beaten up Jeep, surfboard still strapped to the roof from his daily surf, and Tommy, Mark and Sean piled in. Tommy still didn't get why Pete had asked the three of them. Neither Mark nor Sean had ever mentioned being mates with Pete outside of water polo. Still, Pete was hot, so if he wanted to hang out, Tommy wasn't going to overthink it.
"Awesome you guys could come," Pete practically yelled as he burned out of the college carpark.
"Yeah man, thanks for inviting us," replied Tommy, and he meant it. Still, he had no idea why he and Mark and Sean had ended up in Pete's Jeep hooning towards the SCG.
Mark piped up from the back seat, apparently reading his mind.
"Why did you ask us?" Tommy rolled his eyes. Mark was as subtle as a brick sometimes.
"What do you mean? You guys are awesome!" enthused Pete. "Why wouldn't I ask you guys?"
Tommy grinned. Pete thought he was awesome.
"Aw really?" Mark replied enthusiastically. "You're pretty awesome too man!"
"Hell yeah dude!" Pete yelled, almost swerving into the next lane trying to hi five Mark over his shoulder.
"Car... CAR!" yelled Tommy, while Pete absently corrected them from an imminent accident. Pete breezed on as though he hadn't almost killed them all.
"Yeah, Sean said you guys would be down for it!"
"Sean did?" asked Tommy, a little surprised. The way Sean acted, Tommy would have guessed he didn't even know Pete's name.
Sean cleared his throat from the back seat.
"Yeah Pete mentioned to me he had these AFL tickets from... who was it? Your girlfriend's Dad?"
"Yeah man, it's so sweet, Katie's parents are loaded, they have this killer house in Mosman with like a goddam spa and this massive balcony and get this, Katie and her olds had to go to the Black Fucking Forest or some shit for her sister's wedding, and so I'm fucking dog-sitting for them, and her old man is on the board for the Sydney Swans or some shit so he gave me four ex-cel-lent tickets to the Swannies game tonight!"
"Fuck man, cool!" Mark managed to get in.
"Yeah I know hey? They're fucking killer seats guys, and yeah I mentioned to Sean this morning at training I had these tickets, and he thought you guys would wanna come. So fuck yeah!"
"Thanks for thinking of us, Sean," replied Tommy. He knew he sounded cynical. He never quite could trust Sean. In the years he'd known him, Sean had been the ultimate cocktease. Even back in high school Tommy recalled Sean pushing the boundary, bringing up jerking off all the time, casually asking guys how often they needed to nut, and somehow getting away with it. They'd tell hm. If Tommy had tried that, it would have shut the conversation down faster than if he'd farted.
But still, the opportunity to hang out with Pete was welcome. Pete was definitely one of the hotter guys on the water polo team, a surfer born and bred in Coogee, tanned skin, blue eyes, straight shoulder length blonde hair. Tommy had checked him out countless times at training, both in the pool and in the locker room. Dense but lean muscle, slim waist, and an awesome cock that he wasn't shy about showing off in the shower. He exuded raw straight-boy sex appeal, confident, friendly, everything-is-cool-dude energy. And totally unobtainable, which somehow made him all the hotter.
The conversation washed around the Jeep as they pulled into the cark park and straight into the VIP section. Within a few minutes, the four of them were thick in the thronging crowd, Pete guiding the way.
"We've got some fucking great seats, you wait," enthused Pete to Tommy. "Middle of the row, middle of the field, perfect view of the whole thing."
"As long as I can check out they players' packages I'm happy," replied Tommy, deadpan. Pete laughed.
They were great seats, right in the thick of it, and it was crowded. The four of them sat pushed thigh to thigh, talking and laughing while the game unfolded. When the game got tense, they'd rise to their feet along with the crowd, lost in the game and each other's company.
In spite of everything though, the noise of the crowd, the spectacle of the game, the sheer joy of being amongst it on a Saturday night, Tommy was distracted.
He was boned. Like, not fully, but enough that he was starting to consider how he'd conceal it if it got any harder. He didn't understand it. He and Mark had busted two thick loads in a row this morning, which usually would leave him good for a couple of days, but right now he had to concentrate on keeping his semi a semi.
It could have been because on his left sat Pete, wearing shorts, like Tommy, and in the excitement of the game Pete's bare leg kept brushing against Tommy's. Sometimes more than a brush, pushing so hard that Tommy had to push back against it. It was hard for Tommy to believe Pete didn't know what he was doing.
That alone would definitely account for the slowly building leak forming at the end of his cock. But on his right was Sean. Sean had basically ignored Tommy since they'd arrived at the game. Tommy didn't give a shit; he was used to Sean being a moody bitch, and didn't think about it again.
But now, sitting next to Sean, he'd realised Sean was freeballing in his track pants. He could see the distinctive outline of Sean's cockhead, the cockhead he'd seen in the showers dozens of times and, despite the fact that most of the time he could take Sean or leave him, he couldn't deny how badly he wanted to feel that flared mushroom head pushing against his hole.
Somehow, by the half-time whistle blew had Tommy had managed to get his mind off what was going on enough to get his dick soft again, still feeling heavy and hot in his jocks, as the boys deconstructed the first half of the game.
Tommy had to piss.
"I gotta piss," he announced to the group.
"Thanks for the info," answered Mark.
"Me too, fuck that beer goes through you, aye?" said Pete, standing. As he did, Sean snorted.
"What?" asked Pete.
"I mean... you guys can't see it?" replied Sean, with a half laugh.
Tommy looked at Pete, blonde stubble, broad shoulders in a tight t shirt, footie shorts...
Fuck, Tommy thought, Pete's got a semi. He flicked his eyes up to Pete, who looked back at him with almost puppy-dog innocence.
And he doesn't care that I saw, thought Tommy. His own semi threatened to blow into a full cannon, but luckily Sean laughed and said, "Nothing. I gotta piss too. What about you?" he said to Mark.
"I got a bladder like a camel, mate. I'll keep the seats warm."
"No worries," grinned Pete, and began to lead the three of them through the seats to the aisle.
"Lead the way, Pete." directed Sean with a grin. "I think your dick knows where to go."
Tommy almost snorted out loud himself, but he kept it in.
"What?" asked Pete, over his shoulder. Tommy and Pete made brief eye contact, Tommy smiled brightly back with a big grin, as if he had no idea what they were talking about.
"Nothing," replied Sean.
Tommy looked briefly at Sean, who winked at him.
The half-time crowd jostled around Tommy, as he, Sean and Pete snaked their way to the toilets. Single file, Pete in the lead, Tommy in the middle, and Sean in the rear. It was really crowded, and Tommy found himself regularly pushed into Pete, or felt Sean's chest or hand brush him from behind when he had to abruptly stop, which was pretty regularly.
And suddenly he stopped short. Stared at a TV screen mounted on the corridor wall.
It was him. The guy from the gym shower. On the big screen, talking to a mate, both broadcast everywhere, oblivious to the camera, and oblivious to Tommy's raw desire that had fired up stronger than ever.
"...hey!"
Sean ran into Tommy, who snapped out of it. He looked back up at the screen, and the guy was gone. Sean never missed a thing, though.
"Someone you know, Tommy?"
"Uh... no...," Tommy lied with a smile. "But fuck he was hot, hey?", he went on, moving through the crowd again, trying to catch up with Pete who had continued on blithely unaware. Sean hopped along just behind him, talking loudly over the noise of the crowd almost in Tommy's ear.
"Which one, the dark haired guy, or the ranga?"
"I mean, they were both hot," Tommy deflected. Fuck Pete moved quick. Tommy could barely see him.
"Sure... but like if you were gonna get fucked by one, who'd it be?" Sean went on. Tommy could virtually hear the smartarse look on Sean's face as he said this.
"Fuck you ask stupid questions."
"I reckon you'd go the dark-haired guy," Sean went on conversationally. "The ranga was hot, sure, but he's not your type, I reckon. Not to get fucked by."
"What the fuck would you know about `my type'?" asked Tommy sarcastically. Pete had found the toilets, and was standing out front waiting for Tommy and Sean a few meters ahead. Tommy felt vaguely relieved as they caught up.
"I just know you prefer darker guys," replied Sean cryptically. Then without waiting for Tommy's response, Sean said to Pete, "nice work, told you your dick would find the way."
Sean and Pete went inside, Sean continuing to talk shit with Pete, acting as though the exchange between him and Tommy had never happened.
Fuck he's annoying, thought Tommy, as he followed them inside.
The mood in the car after the game was loud. It had been close, and the four of them were enthusiastically replaying exhilarating moments of the game.
On their way out, Pete had suggested they come back to Katie's parents place in Mosman. "It's got a fucking spa, guys!" he kept saying over and over. The other three didn't need convincing. For Tommy's part, there was definitely something in the air. It felt like sex. And if Pete was around when that happened... fuck.
They arrived and the house was everything Tommy expected a house with a spa in Mosman to have: windows everywhere, a weirdly-obediently terrier, furniture both tasteful and expensive, a huge kitchen with a fridge full of beer and yes, a huge long leafy backyard full of chirping crickets, elegant lighting, and at the end, a cosy above-ground spa.
"Fuuuck meee!" laughed Mark out loud, seeing the spa up close. "That's cool!"
"I told ya!" replied Pete, and started to pull his clothes off. The three boys watched as Pete unselfconsciously stripped off his T shirt, kicked off his sneakers, and then finally his footie shorts and jocks in one movement, so swiftly it was over as soon as it started.
Pete turned to them, totally naked and unselfconscious.
"Well are you just gonna look at the fucking thing?" and climbed in.
Tommy and Mark exchanged glances. He couldn't quite read his mate's face, but Mark didn't seem unhappy about what had just happened.
The three of them stripped off their clothing, Tommy grateful at that moment his dick had decided to stay heavy and limp. Side-eyed he checked out Sean and Mark. Sean's mushroom dick was as soft and heavy as he'd ever seen it, but Mark was definitely boning up.
"Fuck yeah!" breezed Pete as Tommy slid into the water. "This is living, right boys?"
"Sure is," replied Mark, a little awkwardly.
Pete closed his eyes, laid his head back against the spa, and sighed contentedly.
Then, the conversation stopped, the air filled only with the sound of the spa and the ever-present hum of background Sydney traffic. It was a pretty fucking cool place, and the four of them drank it in, silent.
Until Sean piped up.
"So Pete," he began. "You been working out? Your arms are looking great."
Are you fucking kidding me, thought Tommy.
"Aw yeah, thanks for noticing!" replied Pete, lifting his arms out of the water and flexing. "Katie said she could get me some modelling work, I've been trying to get an agent."
"Yeah, I can tell," replied Sean. "Don't you reckon guys?"
"Oh yeah, sure, you look great," replied Mark, a little over-enthusiastically, Tommy thought. Tommy just mumbled something vaguely affirmative. Sean was up to something, he could tell. And whenever Sean started something like this, it was usually Tommy who ended up looking stupid.
"Can I feel?" asked Sean, totally brazen. Tommy looked over at him, almost admiring Sean's sheer balls. Pete looked a bit surprised, but beamed.
"Sure," he said, and moved closer towards Sean. Tommy felt Pete's thigh press against his, watched Pete's muscled arm flex right in front of him. What the fuck is Sean doing? thought Tommy.
Sean scooched over, sandwiching Tommy between the two guys, watching as Sean squeezed Pete's bicep right in front of him, feeling the heat of both Sean and Pete's body, aware of Mark watching the scene in a mix of lust and envy. His dick was so hard he could almost see his cockhead under the surface of the water; if either Sean or Pete looked down, they definitely would have been able to tell.
"Fuck Pete," breathed Sean. "That's impressive."
"Thanks man," replied Pete, grinning, still seemingly unaware of the mini soap-opera Sean was orchestrating around him. Tommy watched Sean's hand release Pete's arm, felt him pull back to where he was sitting before, but not before Sean's hand surreptitiously brushed Tommy's rigid cock under the water in the process. There was no way it was an accident, and as soon as Pete wasn't looking, Tommy felt Sean do it again.
Tommy almost busted his nut then; in all the years of cock-teasing, Sean had never actually touched Tommy's dick. He looked sideways at Sean, who acted like nothing had happened, continuing to talk to Pete about his muscles.
Tommy looked across at Mark, to see if he'd seen it. They locked eyes, and Tommy could tell from the look on Marks face that he had. And from the angle of Mark's arm that he was fooling around with his dick under the water.
"You do that too, don't you Tommy?" came a question from Sean. Tommy hadn't been listening.
"What? Do what?" he replied, trying his hardest to act normal.
"Surf, I remember you used to surf in high school," answered Sean. As he did, Tommy felt Sean's fingers brush his erect penis once again, except this time instead of pulling away Sean trailed his fingertips down his shaft and started playing with his nutsack, his balls soft and heavy in the hot foaming water. Tommy had to resist the urge to moan out loud.
"Uh yeah I surf when I can," he managed to get out. He looked over at Pete, searching for any sign that he knew what was going on under the water less than a foot away from him. As far as he could tell, he had no idea.
"Sick man, let's go sometime, it's the best workout, hey?" Pete went on, talking blithely about his surf routines while Tommy felt Sean's fingers exploring his junk. As Tommy nodded "oh yeah" and "cool man" every few moments, he felt Sean's fingers move under his nuts, almost reaching his hole.
Half-hating himself, but so turned on he almost couldn't help it, he shifted slightly, acting like he was making himself more comfortable, but deliberately moving so his pucker was exposed. Sean took the opportunity and started rimming him with his fingertip. Tommy looked over at Mark again, who was transfixed watching Sean horn up his mate, the barely-noticeable movement in his bicep the only indication that Mark was stroking his dick under the water.
Suddenly Pete stood out of the water, so abruptly that Tommy felt Sean pull away, the thought flashing briefly into his head: fuck, Pete noticed, he's gonna flip out.
But Pete hadn't noticed. "Beers?" he asked cheerfully, unselfconsciously getting out of the spa, the water dripping off his naked muscles. "I gotta piss."
"Yes, fuck, please, a beer," replied Tommy gratefully. He used the moment to pull away from Sean, who seemed totally unfazed by what was happening.
"Yeah thanks, beer would be great," said Sean, smiling like a cheshire cat.
"Yeah, thanks mate," called Mark out as Pete padded back towards the house. They watched in silence, his slender back tanned in the shadows, his ass muscled and inviting, before he disappeared into the back room.
"What the fuck are you doing?" hissed Tommy to Sean, while at the same time Mark blurted out, "are you guys stroking each other's dicks?"
"If you don't want it, tell me to stop," Sean replied to Tommy, his smug smile as strong as ever.
Tommy didn't say anything.
"Stop what?" insisted Mark.
"I thought so," said Sean.
"But what if Pete catches us?" argued Tommy, half-heartedly.
"You are stroking each other's dicks!" breathed Mark. "You're fucking crazy."
Sean scoffed.
"Tommy hasn't touched mine yet," he said with a theatrical pout. "Too risky for you, Tommy boy?"
"But, Pete..." Tommy began, Sean cut him off.
"Tommy, you know as well as I do that straight guys aren't usually as straight as they claim to be." he looked at Mark in the eye. "Right Mark?"
"Uuuhh..." Mark hawed. "What..?"
Sean scooted next to Mark and grabbed his hard dick under the water in one quick movement, making Mark's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"You seem kinda turned on, Mark. You want me to let go?"
All Mark could do was shake his head. Sean started slowly stroking Mark's dick. Sean looked over to Tommy.
"He's boned as fuck," Sean gloated. He turned back to Mark. "Didn't Tommy drain your nuts this morning, man?"
"Wha... what?" was all Mark could manage. Tommy groaned.
"I fucking told you, man. He figures shit like this out."
"Fucking oath I do," Sean went on, still gently stroking Mark's dick under the water, "it's a talent. I can tell when a `straight' guy needs cock from fifty paces. Knew it as soon as Tommy sprung his first boner in high school. You were a bit of a surprise Mark, but I'm not complaining."
He leaned in closer to Mark's ear, and stage-whispered: "maybe next time, don't answer Tommy's phone when you're about to nut."
"Dude!" Tommy exclaimed. "What did I tell you!"
They heard a toilet flush somewhere in the house; Pete would be back soon. Sean released Mark's dick and moved back between them, lounged back back, arms spread behind him, still grinning his smug grin. "Up to you guys, you tell me to stop, and I'll stop.
Tommy was conflicted, he was incredibly turned on, but he was still unconvinced that Pete was anything but straight.
He looked over at Mark, raising an eyebrow, the silent question, what do you think?
At that moment, the sliding door under the house roared open, and Pete stepped back into the backyard, four beers in hand, his soft cock hanging loosely between his legs. Under one arm he carried a Bluetooth speaker blaring music, and he sang along loudly, a fun, affable straight guy with no idea how hot he was and definitely no idea of the conversation in the spa at the end of the backyard.
Mark spoke in an urgent voice to Tommy.
"I mean, don't you think it's a bit convenient that `straight' Pete invited the three of us, three guys he's never hung out with in his life for a naked spa, at least one of whom he knows is a cock-sucker..."
"What the fuck man?" interrupted Tommy; Mark rapidly clarified.
"... fine, a cock-sucker and at least one other guy who he knows is into dick..."
"Your dick says it's more likely to be you than me, dude," smirked Sean, and despite the tension, Tommy laughed. It was one of the rare moments Tommy appreciated Sean's directness: when he was right, he was fucking right.
"Okay fine," agreed Mark in a low rapid whisper; Pete had almost gotten back to them. "We all love dick. I'm horny, you're horny, Sean reckons Pete's in, I wanna see what happens."
"Fuck yeah," grinned Sean.
"Fuck yeah what?" asked Pete, getting back in the spa. He handed four Coronas out, lemon wedges, the whole deal.
"We were just agreeing that tonight is going to be a fun night, weren't we Tommy?" replied Sean. He held his bottle up, ready for Tommy to cheers.
Tommy hesitated, then said: "Fuck it. Yeah sure."
Mark flashed a wink at Tommy, and then toasted, "to the boys!"
Pete beamed like it was Christmas. "Fuck yeah! To the boys!"
They all clinked their beers together.
To whatever the fuck happens next, thought Tommy.
Tommy had been expecting that Sean would make his move as soon as Pete got back in the spa, but that's not what happened. Instead the conversation stayed pretty benign, starting up about the match they'd watched that night, before moving onto the water polo club, meandering along for a couple of hours with no mention of Pete's muscles or Tommy's dick or anything that would suggest that three of the four guys in the tub had made up their minds they were having a foursome.
Tommy's rock hard boner gradually began to subside into a semi, and as he listened to the conversation he enjoyed the feeling of his cock and balls massaged by the spa, hanging heavy and low.
The night was broken up by intervals of one of them going inside to piss or grab more beers. Every time Pete climbed out of the spa Tommy checked to see if Pete's dick had boned up at all; so far nope, but Pete's soft cut cock, hanging thick and heavy over Pete's low-slung nuts made Tommy's mouth water.
They were four or five beers in - Tommy had began to loose count - when Pete looked at his phone and exclaimed "shit, it's almost 2am."
"Fuck, really?" replied Mark.
"I'm too pissed to drive you guys home, sorry," apologised Pete. "Do you wanna crash here?"
Tommy's dick twitched..
"I mean, sure, I'm happy to," said Tommy.
"Yeah, me too, yeah sounds good!" enthused Mark straight away. Tommy almost laughed out loud at how bad Mark wanted in on whatever was going to happen.
Sean though, held off. "I dunno, I got an assignment due, I should probably get home."
Tommy saw Mark's expression, a silent, "what the fuck, man?" to Sean, who looked as innocent as butter.
"Aw no man, stay here!" convinced Pete. "It'll be fun, a mate's sleepover, haven't had one for years!"
He's like a fucking boy scout, thought Tommy. But he was glad it was Pete who was doing the convincing; maybe Sean was right. Pete wants some dick.
"Why, are you gonna crash on the lounge room floor with us and tell ghost stories or something?" teased Sean.
"Nah man, just four guys hanging out," Pete replied earnestly. "And I'll drive you home, first thing. I get up early every morning to do my yoga"
"I mean..." Sean trailed off.
"He'll drive you home first thing man" Mark almost pleaded. "He does yoga."
Sean considered, then said "alright if it's first thing," apparently barely convinced.
"Fuck yeah man, no worries!" beamed Pete, and almost leapt out of the spa.
They gathered up the empty bottles and walked naked and dripping back into the house, talking and unfazed about their exposed cocks swinging as they dried off and set up their beds in the lounge room, the room dimly lit from a floor lamp in one corner.
Tommy found himself between Mark and Pete, with Sean lying on the other side of Mark. Up til then, Tommy had managed, by sheer willpower, not to spring a full blown boner, as the four of them set up sheets and mattresses on the floor, naked. But as soon as he slid under the collection of sheets Pete had cobbled together to cover them, feeling the heat of his buddies' bodies so close, and the feeling of the sheet covering his otherwise exposed cock, it tipped him over the edge. A wave of pure horniness washed through him. The effects were noticeable.
"Haha fuck," laughed Pete. "Tommy's tenting bad."
"Yeah, take it as a compliment," parried Tommy, only a little embarrassed. "Besides, so is Mark."
It was true, Mark's eight-incher sticking up hard under the sheet, impossible to ignore.
"Damn Mark, how big is that thing?" asked Pete, genuinely curious.
"Eight inches dude," replied Mark proudly.
"Damn, I've never seen a dick that big, except in porn," laughed Pete.
"Why don't you show him?" asked Sean, casually.
Mark laughed nervously, but didn't say anything. Secretly, Tommy willed Mark to do it, he knew as soon as they got their dicks out, that would be it. Fuck he wanted to see Pete's dick, rock hard.
Pete though just laughed as though Sean was joking. He propped himself on his side, the sheet just covering his muscled body from where his bush started. Tommy could see the outline of Pete's dick, tantalisingly outlined by the sheet.
"Can I ask you guys something," Pete began. "Kinda personal?"
"Go for it," replied Sean after a second.
"Do you guys prefer getting head, or fucking pussy?"
Tommy laughed. "I don't fuck pussy." The others laughed too.
"Okay, or fuck guys, do you guys prefer getting head, or fucking a hole?"
"Tough question," joked Mark.
"I know hey," grinned Pete. "I mean, most times I'm like, give me that pussy bro, but every now and then, a bj is fucking perfect."
"I love bj's," agreed Mark, a little excitedly.
"I know," Tommy muttered under his breath, jokingly. Pete heard.
"How do you know, did he tell you or something," laughed Pete.
"Yeah Tommy," teased Sean, "how do you know?"
There was a pause. Tommy felt Mark nudged him under the sheet.
"Fuck it, tell him."
Tommy looked Pete in the eye, grinning. "Because he makes me suck it pretty much every day."
Pete goggled, and Mark protested, "I don't make you, you fucking practically beg me for it dude!"
"I don't beg you dude, you show up in my room with your dick in your hand."
"Get fucked I do."
"And," Tommy went on, grinning, "you never suck my dick, man, not fair."
Sean propped himself up on his arm, mirroring Pete.
"Mark, that's not cool," he smirked. "Bro code, you gotta return the favour, man."
"I jerked him off," Mark said defensively.
"Yeah once man," replied Tommy. "How many loads of yours have I taken?"
"What do you think, Pete?" asked Sean.
Pete laughed, looked a little taken aback, but replied, looking at Mark, "well dude, I reckon if your mate sucks your dick every day it's only fair if you take your turn every now and then."
"Yeah," Tommy teased Mark, "and to answer your question Pete, I fucking love getting my dick sucked,"
"Sounds like you owe him one, man," grinned Sean.
Tommy felt Mark shift a little nervously, but he said nothing.
"What about you Sean," asked Pete. "You like getting your dick sucked or fucking out your load?"
Sean looked nonchalant. "I like doing other stuff," he said cryptically.
"Like what?" asked Pete.
"I like using my mouth and my hands. I'm more... proactive," he replied, with his smirk.
There was another moment of silence, the feeling of lust thick in the air. Tommy could see that Sean's dick was rock hard too, curving up, his flared cockhead broader than ever.
Only Pete still seemed to have managed to keep his dick from boning up, but Tommy could see he was getting there.
Sean spoke first: "I reckon Mark needs to show Tommy how much he appreciates his dedication to his cock." Tommy saw Pete nervously lick his lips, and watched his dick finally spring to its full boned up size, tenting only inches away from Tommy's face.
Sean slowly slid the sheet down; no one tried to stop him. One by one the guy's rock hard dicks sprang free, Mark's making an audible slap as it hit his stomach on release.
Tommy drank in Pete's dick, an easy seven inches, slight curve down, his thick shaft capped with a perfect pink cut cockhead. Tommy's mouth started to water.
Without a word, Mark shifted his body down, gripped Tommy's dick in one hand, and slowly, nervously slid Tommy's foreskin down over his cockhead with his mouth.
"Uuuuh..." Tommy moaned involuntarily. Pete's hand moved to his cock, slight, subtle strokes as he watched. Sean left his boned-up dick untouched.
"Fuuuuck..." Pete breathed.
Mark had clearly never sucked dick before, his head bobbing up and down Tommy's shaft in mechanical movements, barely going a third the way down. Tommy didn't give a shit, it felt fucking amazing, not to mention satisfying to have Mark finally taste his cock. He closed his eyes, so horned up at the thought of getting head with two dudes watching it took all his willpower not to nut then and there.
"I think you can do better than that, mate," he heard Sean half-whisper. "All the way down, dude."
"Yeah," he heard Pete say, huskily. "All the way down."
Tommy felt Mark's mouth slowly slide further down his shaft. He opened his eyes to see Sean gently but firmly guiding Mark's head down with his hand, Mark unresisting, until he felt the tip of his cock slide down Mark's throat. Mark gagged, but kept Tommy's cock buried in his face, his nose pushing into Tommy's bush, Tommy's balls pressed into Mark's chin.
"That's it," said Sean. "Good cocksucker."
"Feel good?" asked Pete, his voice breaking.
"Fuuuck yeah it does," breathed Tommy. "He's a natural."
Seemingly encouraged, Mark started sliding his mouth up and down Tommy's dick, shifting slightly so he could go even deeper. Every now and then Sean would push his head all the way back down Tommy's dick, holding it there longer and longer, until Mark started coughing, pulling off, eyes watering, spit strung between Tommy's cock and Mark's lips, a moment to catch his breath before he'd go down again.
Tommy watched Sean reach out and start to stroke Mark's dick, still leaving his own untouched. Mark started softly moaning on Tommy's cock, making Tommy's dick vibrate, like Mark's mouth was a fuck toy.
Pete started stroking his dick in earnest. Sean noticed.
"Feeling left out, Pete?" he asked.
Pete just nodded, unable to take his eyes off Mark working Tommy's cock.
Figuring that was his cue, Tommy moved, and brushed his lips against the tip of Pete's dick, looking up at him in the eye. Pete dropped his hand, and Tommy swooped, balls deep.
"FuuuuuUUUUUck...!" Pete moaned loudly, his head falling back. "Fuuuck yes, man, suck it..."
Tommy worked Pete's cock, then his balls, working one with his mouth, then the other, while stroking Pete's dick with his hand, before taking the whole shaft again, over and over. Pete's moans got loud, real loud, totally lost in the ecstasy of having his dick sucked by a guy, the only other sound being the slurps and gagging from Tommy and Mark as they did their duty.
Suddenly Mark let out a long deep moan, making Tommy break off Pete's dick for a second, to see Sean sliding his finger slowly into Mark's hole, til he was knuckle deep. Sean was drinking in the scene, his characteristic smirk planted on his face, his rock hard mushroom-head dick curving up out of his dark bush, a drip of pre-cum oozing from his piss slit.
"Fuck Pete," Sean breathed. "Mark's tight. Never been fucked, I reckon."
Sean started finger fucking Mark harder, deeper, moving to two fingers, stroking Mark's cock while he worked his pussy. Tommy engulfed Pete's cock again, started working it with the intention of getting all of this straight fucker's load down his throat, his moans echoed by Mark's.
Tommy could hear Pete's loud moans turning primal, loud enough that anyone walking past the house would hear. "UUUH... UUUUh.... FUUU... UUUh..." the moans came hard and deep, and Tommy felt Pete start to fuck his face, the salty taste of Pete's pre-cum starting to flush his mouth. Pete was close.
Tommy head Sean's voice, dark and low. "You like pussy right, Pete? Ever fuck boy pussy before?"
Pete busted.
"UUUUUUUGH FUUUUUCK!" he yelled and Tommy tasted the first wave of Pete's sweet sticky load, straight-boy nut filling his mouth and running down his chin. Pete grabbed Tommy's head and pushed it hard down onto his cock, face-fucking every drop of his cum directly down Tommy's throat.
"TAKE IT, TAKE IT, FUCKIN' TAKE IT!" he ordered with each wave of his load flooding Tommy's hot eager mouth.
That was it for Tommy; he felt his balls drain through his cock in spasms of pleasure, feeling Mark's mouth fill with his load. Mark sucked on Tommy's fuckshaft greedily, gulping loudly as he swallowed his boy-nut, like he was swallowing a thick-shake. Wave after wave of pure horny pleasure washed through his whole body, all he could think about was cum and cock.
"Fuck yeah," Tommy heard Sean breathe. "You gonna blow for me, Mark? You like getting fingerfucked, hey?"
Tommy heard Mark's moans turn urgent, then change into high-pitched pleadings of "fuck yeah...don't stop... I love it... don't stop..." muffled by Tommy's cock, still spurting spunk. Mark groaned, and a thick heavy rope of cum sprayed in a huge arc out of his throbbing ponycock, over his spasming body and spraying Tommy across his stomach and chest. A second thick arc splatted heavily on Mark's face, followed by a dozen thick ropes of nutjuice, moaning in time with each ropey spray spurting over his ripped stomach, the white of his load coating his dark skin.
It felt like ages until Tommy's balls were finally drained in Mark's mouth, ages until Pete finally released Tommy off his dick, his chest heaving, breathing "...fuck... fuck..." over and over again. Tommy pulled off, watched Mark lick every drop of Tommy's load off his cock, Sean milking Mark's dick until it was clear he was empty.
Pete collapsed onto his back.
"Fuu... fuuuck me," he breathed.
There was a moment, the room was filled with the smell of sweat and cum, Pete and Tommy and Mark breathing heavily, spent.
Sean stood up.
"My turn."
He walked around the mattresses, stroking his hard dick as he did. He knelt down. Over Pete's face.
"I helped you nut, you're gonna help me, right bro?" he asked Pete.
Pete licked his lips nervously, and just nodded.
"That's right, dude," smirked Sean.
Sean started vigourously wanking his mushroom cock inches above Pete's face, his breathing getting heavier.
"Play with my balls," ordered Sean. Hesitantly, Pete lifted his arm and started fondling Sean's nut sack, almost resting against Pete's forehead.
Tommy felt his dick bone up again, felt Mark absently start to stroke it. Sean kept looking Pete dead in the eye, daring him to pull away.
Pete didn't. Tommy and Mark watched as Sean worked his shaft from balls to tip in long, hard strokes, Pete playing with his nuts like like they were a pair of marbles. Sean pressed his cockhead against Pete' cheek, his eyes rolled into his head, and then, without a making a sound, released the first thick wad from his nuts directly onto Pete's face. Pete jerked his head back in surprise, but then turned back, eyes tightly closed but mouth slightly open, letting Sean spray his face and lips over and over with wads of nut juice until he was coated as Mark's stomach, ending with Sean wiping his cock head over the stubble of Pete's jawline, rubbing his spunk into Pete's skin, whispering "fuck yeah...." over and over again.
Finally Sean stopped. Tommy watched him lean down and whisper something into Pete's ear. Pete looked up at him, Sean's creamy load dripping in thick drops onto his chest. Still panting, Pete nodded.
Apparently satisfied, Sean flicked the last of his load off his dick onto Pete's face, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door, the shower running shorty after.
Pete was true to his word: as soon as the sun was shining between the curtains he was up. Through half-closed eyes Tommy watched him survey the room; three guys sprawled over each other, naked and coated in dried cum, apparently asleep on the floor. Tommy saw him shake his head, grinning, before he padded out of the room.
When he came back an hour later Tommy, Sean and Mark had all woken up and were lying on the floor chatting. He joined in, in his jocks, seemingly totally fine with the intense experience they'd all had a few hours before, but no one brought the subject up.
The conversation stayed light on the trip home, still early enough that the legendarily terrible Sydney traffic hadn't yet taken hold, and within twenty minutes Pete was dropping the trio outside their dorm, bleary but happy.
"See you at water polo next week!" he shouted out his window, the Jeep's wheels spinning out on the gravel as he headed off to whatever he was going to do next.
Tommy, Sean and Mark stood silently for a second. Processing.
"Fuck me, that was hot," breathed Mark after a moment.
"Fuck yeah it was," agreed Tommy.
There was another moment of silence as the three of them replayed the night in their heads. Mark broke the reverie.
"Hey Sean, what did you say to Pete, you know... after we'd... finished?"
Sean paused, and turned.
"I asked him if it was as good as I told him it would be."
Tommy and Mark gaped, speechless.
"You're welcome," Sean said, with his characteristic smirk. He turned and walked back into the dorm without saying another word.