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Lunch with Pete, Dooley and Ryan By R. A. Swain
Jason lay back on his bed, his hands behind his head, fingers interlocked cradling his head. He looked down the length of his naked body at Pete, lying on the bed, on his stomach, face buried in Jason's crotch, mouth bobbing gently on Jason's cock. There is no batter way to way up, he thought.
After the evening in the park Pete had become a permanent part of Jason and Dooley's lives. He was spending the night with either one or both of them on an almost daily basis. It was while Pete was licking Jason's balls, actually just below his balls, causing Jason to squirm a bit with pleasure that Jason had the idea of Pete moving in with him. He never gave it a thought that Dooley might have the same idea.
"Oh yeah, man. Suck my cock," he moaned as Pete ran his tongue up and down the underside of the shaft and engulfed the crown in his mouth, gently wrapping his lips around the shaft and gliding them down until his nose was buried in Jason's pubic hair. He hummed as he sucked, possibly even an occasional moan.
For Pete it had started out as dares, risks, fun, but it quickly turned to something more solid. Two hot guys, slightly older than him, with nice townhouses, okay jobs, and insatiable sexual appetites desiring nothing more of him than his own insatiable desire for constant sex. It was the perfect set up. He couldn't have asked for a better situation. Now he was making himself indispensable to them, playing their games, sucking their cocks, fucking them and being fucked in return, and all for the prize at the end of the orgasm.
"Yeah, suck it," Jason moaned as Pete hummed. He looked down again at Pete bobbing his head and saw Pete glancing up at him. "Hey, twist around here; I wanna suck you off too."
Pete smiled as best he could with Jason's cock in his mouth. He moved around on the bed without taking his mouth from the throbbing cock thrusting between his lips. He almost lost it when he felt Jason's mouth on his cock. It was hot and wet and he sucked as good as he got.
Pete rolled a bit until he was on top of Jason, his cock thrusting into Jason's mouth while Jason's cock thrust into his. They reached a perfect rhythm, thrusting in unison into each other's mouths, moaning and humming on each other's cocks as they face fucked one another. It was pure sexual ecstasy and they both knew it.
Pete couldn't hold out much longer, nor could Jason but both men refused to be the first to cum. Finally, after several more thrusts Jason pulled his mouth from Pete's cock. "I'm cumming," he gasped. He resumed sucking Pete while Pete pulled his mouth from Jason's cock and began jerking him off for all he was worth.
"Blow your load for me," Pete whispered. "Show me your cum."
Jason shuddered, and moved his mouth again from Pete's cock. He gasped and moaned and shot his load into the air before Pete and watched it land on his stomach and cock and Pete's hand. "Yes! Yes! Oh yeah! Jerk me!"
Pete's hand pumped faster, while Jason grabbed hold of Pete's cock and began doing the same thing to the young man. He pumped faster, and harder, and squeezed Pete's balls with his free hand, and watched Pete shiver and finally lose his load onto Jason's stomach and chest. Shot after shot of hot white cum shooting across Jason's smooth tanned chest.
Pete liked Jason smooth, and had gotten him to shave on a dare. Not completely, only his chest hair and balls. He kept his pubes, trimmed into a diamond shape above the base of his cock. Pete took a deep breath and collapsed forward on top of Jason. "Man that was the best."
"Yeah, better than any other so far." Jason agreed, glancing at the clock. "I have to get to work, and don't you have class in a while?"
Pete looked up from his position on top of Jason. "Don't we have time for one more round?"
Jason groaned and playfully pushed the younger man off him. "Call Dooley if you want more cock. I'm spent. Besides, I've got a meeting in half an hour, and I'm already gonna be late."
"So take the day off and we can play around here," Pete suggested. He was now sitting up next to Jason, casually pulling on his own cock and playfully reaching for Jason's.
Jason grabbed Pete's hand from his own cock and held it. "Man, I can't cum again at the moment. Do you realize we've done nothing but suck and fuck each other for nine days?"
Pete smiled. "Yeah, when I'm not working or at school, I'm here, blowing you or Dooley, or getting blown by one of you. I like it."
Jason laughed. "You would."
"What are you doing for lunch?" Pete asked.
"Why?"
"Because I want you to meet me at 12:30 at the hotdog cart on campus, near the library," Pete said, still stroking his once again erect cock.
"Okay, I'll meet you."
"Don't wear underwear today," Pete said.
Jason smiled. "Only if you promised to suck me off after lunch."
Pete smiled. "I have something like that in mind. You think Dooley can make lunch also?"
"Maybe. Call him," Jason suggested, crawling off the bed and slowly walking to the bathroom for a shower. "Join me after you call him, and you can wash my back."
Pete leapt from the bed. "Fuck it, I'll call Dooley after we shower."
Now Jason sat in his office remembering the actions of the morning, wondering if he should ask Pete to move in with him or not? The kid was always there anyway, but moving in together conjured up notions of permanence, and couples, and relationships and all those things in which he had no interest. He liked fucking around with any guy he could, and jerking off alone sometimes, just for the hell of it, and getting it on with two or three or more guys at once.
If Pete understood that, and was into the same thing, the whole living together situation could be a good thing, he thought. But, if he got all sappy, it could kill the deal. He wondered which way Pete would go.
The phone rang, drawing him back to the present. "Yeah," he answered.
"Hey man, wanna do lunch," Ryan asked. Jason glanced out his office door and across the hall to Ryan's office.
"I can't I already have plans." Jason paused. "Wait, would you like to join me? There's one condition. You can't wear underwear."
Ryan hung up and raced across the hall. "Where are we going?"
A short while later Jason found himself walking with Ryan across the college campus to the hotdog cart. He wondered if Pete would be annoyed with him for bringing Ryan along, or if Pete was really the player he thought him to be, in which case they would have some fun and he would later ask Pete if he wanted to move in and share the expenses of his townhouse.
Jason saw Dooley waiting on a bench near the cart. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and light tan slacks. Jason noted he and Ryan were dressed in similar warm weather attire including light weight and light colored slacks. He wondered what Pete had in mind for them. Looking around he spotted Pete walking toward them from across the field. He was wearing dark shorts and a t-shirt.
As he approached Jason smiled. He enjoyed the sight of Pete, clothed or naked. "Hey man, we're here," he said. "I hope you don't mind, but I asked a work buddy of mine to join us. Ryan, this is Pete. Pete, Ryan." Ryan held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Pete."
"Nice to meet you too," Pete said. He looked Ryan up and down. "So you're a work buddy of Jason's?"
"Yeah." Ryan answered.
"He's also a bit of a player," Jason added.
Pete smiled. "Oh?"
"Yeah," Dooley said. "He played with Jason and me a few weeks ago."
"Did he?" Pete mused. "Cool. So you guys wanna grab lunch first?"
They approached the hotdog cart and each got a dog with the works. Sitting on the benches around a small table nearby, they ate and talked. "So have you got something in mind, like a dare or bet or something?" Dooley finally asked Pete after finishing his lunch.
"Always man, always. You and Jason have taught me well."
Jason almost blushed. "I try to impart my playful nature on others."
Pete laughed. "So are you dressed as I requested?"
"I am," Dooley said.
"Me too," Jason said, adding, "So is Ryan."
Pete's eyes lit up. "Cool. So how public are you guys willing to get, considering its broad daylight and you're on the campus quad, and there is always the chance that people will wander by?"
"Lay it on us," Dooley said. "How public do you want us?"
Pete smiled. "I was thinking the three of you could play a sort of strip rock/paper/scissors. The loser of each round starts with opening a button on their shirts. Once a shirt is opened, its fair game to take it off, or perhaps open your fly, then your belt, the button on your pants and finally losing your pants. If you want to go beyond that you're welcome to do it. And the best part is I belong to the winner for the evening."
Now all three men perked up. "Define `belong'," Ryan asked.
"Anything the winner wants, or dare, or just whatever, as long as it doesn't leave permanent marks, or do physical damage," Pete explained.
Dooley felt his cock rising at the thought of having Pete any way he wanted for the evening. The idea was obviously having similar effects of both Jason and Ryan. "I'm in," said Dooley.
"Me too," Ryan spoke up.
Jason looked over Pete. "Anything the winner wants?"
Pete nodded. "I'm a horny nineteen year-old, man. I want one of you. Or if the winner chooses, I'll service all three of you, or any combination, or anything else the winner chooses."
"Really putting your ass on the line," Jason mused.
"Are you in?" Dooley asked.
"Hell yeah," said Jason.
With that the three men held their fists out and shook them. Ryan and Dooley put out flat hands, paper, to Jason's scissors. Dooley shook his head and smiled. "Well, looks like we're off to a bad start," he said, opening a button on his shirt. Ryan did the same.
Another round and Ryan's paper lost to both Dooley and Jason's scissors. He opened another button on his shirt and glanced around the quad. A few guys playing Frisbee across the way, a couple walking across the grass. "Not going your way, is it?" Dooley asked.
Round three finally got Jason to open a button when his rock was covered with Dooley and Ryan's paper. The next round caught both Jason and Ryan again. Ryan opened another button on his shirt, and realized he had one button to go and his shirt would be open exposing his smooth bare chest.
Another round and Ryan won over both Dooley and Jason. Now Dooley had his shirt opened. Jason smiled. "So what'll you do next, Dooley? Lost the shirt or open your fly?"
"Maybe I'll win, and you'll be pondering that question yourself," said Dooley.
Their fists flew in a jerking motion and Ryan and Dooley lost. Ryan opened the last button on his shirt, and Dooley sat for a moment. Finally he reached for his fly and slipped it down. "Now it's getting interesting," he said.
The next round caught Jason with scissors against both Ryan and Dooley's rocks. He opened another button on his shirt. "You're both still further than I."
"How far will you guys go?" Pete asked, sitting alongside Jason.
"As far as it takes," Jason replied.
They played another round, and Ryan lost to both Jason and Dooley. Ryan looked around, and casually slipped his open shirt from his shoulders. He looked around to see if he drew any attention removing his shirt. He wondered if it looked strange for him to be sitting there shirtless wearing dress slacks, but saw no one was paying him much attention.
"Well, this is getting close," Ryan said. "Dooley, we're even."
"Yeah, but not for long."
Another round and Jason and Ryan lost. Now Ryan was really in a bind. He knew what his next move had to be. He casually reached down and opened his fly, then looked at Jason. "Well buddy, what's it gonna be?"
Jason shrugged and removed his shirt as quickly and casually as possible so as not to draw attention to himself. "I'm still in the lead."
Pete glanced around and then reached over to Jason's lap and groped his cock through the thin material of his slacks. "And horned up, it seems."
Jason reached into Pete's lap and casually groped his cock through his shorts. "Don't get ahead of yourself, buddy. One of us is going to own your ass soon."
Another round and Ryan and Jason lost to Dooley. Jason opened his fly after glancing around the quad. Ryan opened his belt and tried to look casual about it. A quick round cost Dooley his shirt when he lost to both Jason and Ryan. Now all three men sat their shirtless in their dress slacks with their flies open. Ryan already had his belt open and was at real risk of being exposed.
"Wanna up the stakes?" Jason asked.
"How?" Dooley asked.
"Well, we can either drop trou after we open our belts and the buttons on our pants, or we can play for hanging our cocks out first?"
"It looks like you don't have to play for that," Pete said, nodding down toward Jason's crotch, where the tip of his cock was peeking out of his pants.
"I'll play for over all loser dropping trou here and stroking himself off," Dooley said.
"I don't know," Ryan said.
"You're the closest to losing," said Dooley. "I'd enjoy watching you jerk off right here."
"I'll risk it," Ryan said.
The next round got Dooley's belt opened, and the button on Ryan's pants opened. The three men sat at the table, each feeling slightly exposed and excited. Across the quad three shirtless college guys were tossing a Frisbee around, oblivious to the three shirtless men with their pants all but off sitting a hundred feet away.
Jason started the next round, shaking his fist in a jerking motion. Dooley and Ryan joined in, and then it was over. Jason looked at Ryan and Dooley. "It looks like you both lose this round. So, are pants coming down?"
Dooley nodded. "Yeah, but let's play one more round. If Ryan or I lose, the loser has to stroke himself off right here."
Ryan nodded. "I'm up for it."
"We can see that," Pete said, gesturing toward the tip of Ryan's cock poking out of his pants. "I think another round is a great idea, but before you play it, you and Dooley have to drop your pants."
"To your ankles," Jason added.
"You're on," Ryan said, lifting his hips and slipping his slacks down to his knees and then letting them drop to his ankles. His 7 inch cock bobbed about in the cool air beneath the table. Dooley made the same move, allowing his cock the freedom to spring back and hit his stomach.
The men put their fists before them again, and shook. Both Ryan and Dooley looked at Jason. "This is gonna be risky," Dooley said, bringing his fist down to his cock.
"It's pretty public here," Ryan said, wrapping his fist around his shaft and slowly stroking so as not to draw attention to them.
Pete and Jason sat watching the two over all losers. "Yeah, but this is one of the best games I've played," Jason replied.
Pete had his hand in Jason's pants, casually stroking Jason's cock. "I guess you won."
Jason smiled. "Yeah, and you belong to me for the evening. I really think the first thing you should do is go sit between Ryan and Dooley, and help them jerk off."
Pete looked at Jason and then at the two smiling exposed men. He moved around the table until he was between both of them, and reached for their cocks. With subtle jerking motions he began stroking both of them, looking from one cock to another, enjoying the fact he was jerking them off in public, where any one of his college buddies could see him stroking the two hot guys.
Jason sat across the table, his hand in his pants, stroking his cock and enjoying the show as it were. "Yeah, jerk them off," he said. "Make them cum on their pants."
"Hey, I've got to wear them all afternoon," Ryan said.
"Yeah, you do," Jason replied. "But I'm letting you off the hook by having Pete jerk the two of you off, so you'll wear cum stained pants back to the office and enjoy it."
Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I will."
Pete squeezed both cocks and tried to match his strokes on each guy. Dooley reached into Pete's lap and groped his stiff cock through his shorts. "Next time, I'll win your ass."
Pete smiled. "Maybe I'll win yours, or both you and Ryan."
"I definitely want a rematch," Ryan said, watching the three guys playing Frisbee and a couple walking on the other side of the quad. "Now hurry up and get me off before someone sees us."
Pete stroked faster, allowing his thumb to rub the tip of Ryan's cock, and doing the same to Dooley. "I'm enjoying this," he said.
"Dooley shuddered. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah," Jason whispered. "Make him cum."
Ryan watched Dooley buck slightly and saw the ribbon of cum shoot up his chest and stomach, followed by two more. He felt his own cock surging, and knew it was only a matter of strokes. "I'm cumming too," he whispered. His cum shot up just as Dooley's had, and his chest and stomach and cock were coated in cum.
Pete stroked them a few more times to make sure all their cum oozed out, and then leaned back. His shorts were tented up as he watched the two men casually slip their slacks up and back into place. Jason also readjusted his slacks and put his shirt back on. "Lunch is almost over. I'll see you guys tonight at my place. Pete, you're coming with me now."
Pete followed Jason to his car. "I'm glad you're the one who won," he said.
"Me too. Now get in the car and get naked. We're going for a ride back to my place where I'm going to fuck you all afternoon. I'm gonna share you with Dooley and Ryan tonight, but for right now, you're mine alone. Oh, and while we're driving back to my place, I want your head in my lap, and you mouth on my cock," he instructed.
"Yes sir," Pete said, slipping his shorts off in the passenger seat and stroking his own cock.
"None of that," Jason said, opening his fly and taking his cock out before he started the car. "I'm gonna get you off at home, but you're going to give me a quick blowjob before we get there."
As they drove the few blocks from the campus area to Jason's Townhouse, Pete had his head bobbing up and down in Jason's lap. It was all Jason could do to concentrate on his driving, as Pete's tongue flickered along the underside of Jason's stiff cock and down the length of the shaft to his balls.
Once in the parking lot of the townhouse, Jason stopped and allowed Pete to stop. "I want to fuck you. Let's go inside."
"Why not do it right here?" Pete asked.
Jason laughed. "Because, I want a lot of room to have my way with you, and the comfort of doing it on my bed, on the floor, in the living room, dining room, kitchen and anywhere else I decide I want you." With that Jason got out of the car, his cock still hanging out of his pants, and walked to his townhouse.
Pete gathered up his clothes but didn't put them on, following Jason to the townhouse. Once inside, Jason grabbed Pete and pressed his lips against the younger man's, slipping his tongue between his hot lips and pressing their bodies together so their cocks were doing battle. Jason loved the feeling of rubbing his cock against Pete's. It made him even hornier, he thought, as if that were possible.
Jason kissed Pete while he stripped his own clothing off, leaving it piled on the floor. He pulled Pete by the hand up the stairs to the bedroom. "Lay back on the bed, spread eagle for me," he said.
Pete obliged, smiling at the sight of Jason, his cock pointing upward toward his stomach, moving to the foot of the bed and climbing on.
"I'm gonna lick and suck and kiss every inch of your body," Jason told Pete. "Then I'm gonna fuck you, and then I'm gonna start all over again."
"You won me," Pete said.
Jason smiled as he started licking on Pete's smooth clean shaven balls, sucking one then the other into his mouth. He licked his way up the underside of Pete's cock shaft, paying special attention to the spot just below the tip with his tongue, before taking Pete's cock into his mouth, slowly sliding his lips over the mushroom tip and down the shaft to the base and back up.
Pete lay on the bed moaning with pleasure and delight, enjoying the feeling of Jason's tongue on his cock and balls. All too soon Jason abandoned the cock and moved up Pete's body to his pleasure trail and on to his nipples. Pete loved the attention Jason showed his body, the feel of Jason's own body now pressing down against his, and the feel of their cocks rubbing together.
Jason reached into the nightstand and withdrew a bottle of lube. He held it up for Pete to see, smiling wickedly as he did. Squirting some in his hand he reached for Pete's ass, moving Pete's legs up just enough to slip a well lubed finger into his anxious hole. Pete withered a little as Jason finger fucked his ass, first with one, then two and finally three fingers.
Pete knew what was coming next, watching as Jason took hold of his legs and pushed them up until they were on his shoulders. He felt Jason's cock tip slipping slowing into his chute. He moaned loudly as Jason rocked gently, thrusting ever forward with each move of his body, looking down into Pete's eyes, and pushing until his balls were resting against Pete's ass.
"Oh man, fuck me," Pete moaned.
"I am," Jason whispered back, leaning in to kiss Pete again. He began thrusting harder and faster, picking up speed with each stroke, until he was banging Pete's head against the headboard. Pete pushed his hands against the headboard to balance him, forcing his body downward into Jason's thrusting cock.
Harder and harder Jason thrust and finally he stopped and pulled up. "I'm gonna cum," he said, jerking his cock. Both men watched Jason's cum shot out on to Pete's stomach, chest and face. Shot after shot of cum landed on Pete. Pete couldn't stop staring at the amount of cum covering him. He felt his own cock stiffen as Jason jerked him off, knowing he was about to shoot his load. It didn't take more than three stroked and Pete was exploding in orgasmic pleasure.
He thrust his hips into the air, and his cock in Jason's hand, spurting ribbon after ribbon of cum adding to Jason's on his already cum covered stomach and chest. He moaned and grabbed the sheets, and shot more cum until only a few drops dribbled out and down his shaft and over Jason's fingers.
"Oh man," he said, breathing hard. "You really got me off."
Jason lay back next to Pete, casually rubbing his and Pete's cum into Pete's stomach and chest. "Yeah, I did. You got me off as well." He continued to rub Pete's cum covered body as he spoke. "There's something I wanted to ask you."
"Uh huh?" Pete looked at Jason and reached for Jason's cock, stroking it gently while Jason talked.
"Would you like to move in here with me?"
Pete stopped stroking Jason for a moment and leaned up on his elbow. "As a roommate, or boyfriend, or fuck buddy, or what?"
Jason looked into Pete's eyes. "How about all of the above? I'm not saying I want to be mutually exclusive or anything like that. I just like the situation we've got here, and love the sex, and if you do too, I think it just makes sense for you to move in with me."
"What about Dooley?"
"What about him?"
"I just thought the two of you were, you know, together sort of."
Jason chuckled. "No way. We're just buds. You and I are buds as well, but I think there's a little more. Like I said, I'm not the all mushy romantic type,' or the looking for a relationship type.' I just like the hot sex, and your company, and the fact that we do threeways very well. We can even do more ways, if you want. I just don't want a whole mutual exclusive relationship. Just being fuck buddies who share a home together is good enough."
"Besides," he continued. "I'm close to both the college and your work, and I can help you study."
Pete laughed. "I think you're going to be a distraction."
"No way, not me." Jason said, casually playing with Pete's growing cock. "I'll make studying fun."
"I'll bet."
"Yeah. Have you ever been given head while reading history? Or been jerked off while doing math?"
"Actually, yes, I have."
"There weren't as good as I am," Jason said.
"No, they weren't." Pete replied. "Okay man, I'll move in. One condition?"
"What?"
"I get to fuck you before the night is over."
Jason laughed. "You're on."
End chapter 8
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