Life After Graduation Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Life After Graduation Bill Drake
It had been three years now and Phil Murphy looks more grown up now, having put some muscle on his frame and grown a beard. But as I made my way through the happy hour that filling up the bar, I recognized him immediately, like we were back in the Pi Kapp house in Columbus. Same cute preppy looks combined with a laidback easygoing vibe, same perfectly proportioned back tapering down to a bubble butt his shorts couldn't hide, same sculpted thighs and calves from intramural soccer games.
"The Murph!" I growled, clapping his now bulkier shoulder and pulling up the empty bar stool he'd reserved for me. "How you doing bro? You just get in?"
Phil stood up, a huge smile on his face and gave me a big bear hug. "Horse!" he greeted reprising my fraternity nickname. "Awesome to see you bro." Then he pulled back and ran his hands along the lapel of my suit jacket.
"Looking sharp man!" he said. "You must be doing real well here in Chicago."
He sat down and I joined him. "Eh, it's not all that. Starter salary's a bitch, even in finance. But," I lowered my voice so my crudeness wouldn't carry, "a suit gets you so much pussy in this town it's insane."
Phil laughed with a conspiratorial grin. "And dude tail?"
Yeah, that's the bond Phil and I had. I was his big brother in the house, had guided him through pledging and his freshman year. We hit it off immediately, more than usual even for a big and his pledge, it actually felt like Phil and I were actual brothers sometime. It was February that year before we both realized we really loved man sex on the side. A lot. We hooked up constantly that spring before I graduated and moved off to the big city.
For a good natured, clean-cut guy, Murph could be matter of fact about his desires.
I nodded, "Whaddya think?" I teased.
He looked around. A typical beer bar downtown, a mix of businessmen, office women, and tourists. "I think I'd be boned all the time here."
I ordered my beer and our conversation went back to normal things. Catching up on all things Ohio State and goings on at the house. Murph's plans after graduation. My job. Life in Chicago. Our plans for a Cubs game later that evening.
Finally we'd had a couple of beers, and there was a lull in our conversation. Phil was looking at me in his goofy way and I suppose I had a goofy look on my face, too. "Fucking great to see you Murph," I said. "Glad you could visit."
"Yeah?" he was grinning. "I'm not putting you out? I wasn't sure I should email."
"You kidding, you're always welcome here," I said. "I know I haven't been so good about keeping in touch, but we're tight. Forever brothers. Regardless of what happens."
He felt touched, and I knew what was weighing on him. That last May weekend in Columbus. Me confessing I was in love with him. Phil getting cold toward me and defensive and saying it was only fucking for him. It made going to Chicago bittersweet. Starting my own life.
I could tell he was thinking something but not saying. Then I felt it. He'd removed his loafer and was now running his toe along my dress sock, under the hem of my trousers. The very sensation made my breath go short and a bone pop rigid in my crotch. That's how it was with Murph. The slightest thing, the simplest touch could set me off.
"How much time we have to kill before the game?"
"About two hours," I answered. I knocked back the last inch of beer in my pint glass. "Whaddya say we head back to my place first?"
My apartment's not much, and I had a roommate, but he was gone for the weekend, so Phil and I had the place to ourselves. He'd barely set down his backpack and me my keys when we stepped to one another. Three years almost since we'd kissed and it felt fantastic. We were giddy and excited.
Phil leaned back and ran his hands along my tie. "You look hot in a suit, bro."
I touched his face, feeling his soft bristles. For a young guy, Murph had a surprisingly full growth of facial hair, perfectly trimmed. "I like the beard," I said.
That made him smile. "Yeah?" he edged his face toward me again and I relished the soft hairs against my face as we made out.
I finally broke and tugged his hand, pulling back into the apartment. Murph's eyes were on me, twinkling in lust as he followed my lead. "I wasn't sure you'd wanna," he started, "not after last time. Sorry for being a dick."
"Pi Kapps don't have to apologize, bro," I said, reaching down to feel the bone in the crotch of his shorts. My fingers traced it like muscle memory. Sure, I'd been with other guys since Murph, some better hung, too, but none were so perfect in shape. Then, the implications of what Phil was saying sunk in. "You mean you've been thinking of hooking up again, Murph?"
He grinned a sexy, naughty grin, and reached forward and started undoing my belt, then unzipping me, reaching in. There was a reason I had the nickname Horse, and Phil was now touching it, pulling out my ten inches. He let out a gasp of approval as he ran his fingers up and down the length. My cock loved it and loved the freedom to bone up unencumbered by the constriction of my briefs or trousers.
Phil gave a couple more tugs and a couple more looks of admiration then squatted in front of me.
I knew immediately that Murph had been practicing in the years since I'd left Ohio State. I won't say he was bad at sucking dick before, but we were both novices, fumbling our way through sex. Murph was no novice now. He bobbed up and down with perfect suction, as if he were working on drawing as much seed from my nuts. Each motion got him further down my bone. Whereas before he'd only been able to suck on a few inches, now he was working his way to an honest-to-god deep throat.
"Fuck Murph," I groaned. "You're awesome bud. Suck me. Suck your Horse." It was like I was being transported back to my room in the Pi Kapp house, only it was better.
Phil looked up at me, acknowledging our connection with his eyes before he turned back to the work at hand. It was a trip seeing this masculine dude go to town on my cock. Like a porn star performance. And it felt hotter than it looked even. I wasn't gonna last long.
I tapped Murph's shoulder through his T-shirt. "Bro, I'm almost there." Giving him a chance to back off if he wanted. Neither of us had an issue with swallowing seed back in my fraternity days but we knew we had to respect one another. Not treat each other like a bitch.
Phil stayed on and if anything doubled his efforts. My cum was heavy and intense. My knees buckled a little but I maintained balanced, holding onto his shoulders as I rode out my ejaculation.
Murph looked proud as he as he backed off. "Did I do you OK, Horse?" he asked, wiping the spittle and cum dribbles from his beard. He was a little out of breath.
"You fucker," I growled, hoisting him up for a kiss. "You've got some major technique now."
I could have kissed that guy forever, but I knew he had to be ready to blow himself. "I can't promise I'm up to your skills, bro," I said as I got down to give my ex-fraternity brother his turn.
I don't think Phil was picky though. He seemed excited to have a mouth on his prick. His talk was sexual and encouraging. "Suck that bone, Horse. It's better than I remembered.... fuck yeah.... You were my first, bro, never gonna forget that..... damn, I'm coming..."
Phil Murphy's seed is salty with a taste of bitter. I drank it hungrily as it spurted into my mouth.
We plopped down on my couch, our crotches still open as our cocks softened and we recovered our energy.
Phil looked over at me. "Wild seeing you again, bro.... big man in the city."
I'm not sure I saw myself that way, but it was a trip seeing myself through Phil's eyes. I nudged his arm. "And you, bro... a senior now. Ruling the roost at the Pi Kapp house, I bet?"
"Ha, that would be Peterson," he said, referring to a burly classmate of his, who had a natural charm and gift of conversation. "He'd taken more cherries than I can count."
"Damn, I miss those days," I sighed.
"Yeah? Not living it up here?" Phil seemed surprised.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I do OK. And it's awesome that I've moved on to a new phase in my life. But I miss the carefree days."
I looked at my watch. "Whaddya say I change clothes and we can get to Wrigley Field? Maybe grab a bite at the park."
Murph nodded, "sounds awesome."
I still dated women, but I realized at moments like this that I could never go from fucking chicks to just hanging out like friends. Phil loved catching a game, loved Wrigley field, and we found ourselves pounding back beers like in our fraternity days. Well, I guess Murph hadn't left his.
So I was buzzed as hell as we made our way back to our neighborhood. Stopping for another drink at the local Irish pub might not have been the best idea, but Phil and I had a lot of catching up to do. Conversation flowed fast and free between us. I could tell he was anxious about life after graduation. He asked me a million questions about Chicago, nightlife, cost of living, apartments, the usual stuff.
"You thinking of moving here, Murph?" I finally asked, half hopefully but playing it off. I found myself toying with emotions I didn't want to be toying with and the beer wasn't helping me keep my defenses up.
I kept thinking back to earlier. The sex came so naturally. Surely, Phil was just being his usual horndog self. Maybe that's what I was doing too. Fuck, I thought as we sat there and the bar and all I could think about was how Phil was handsome as fuck. Perfect even. He seemed to be eyeing me more, like he knew what was on my mind. His hand squeezing my leg as we talked, first to emphasize a point, then it never left, the fingers tracing my hairs, giving me a hardon. That Murph touch.
There was so much I wanted to talk about. To clear the air about that last weekend in Columbus three years ago. But I knew not to break the moment. Some things are best left in the past anyway.
"You ready?" Phil finally asked. It wasn't even a discussion we were heading back to my place.
"Yep." I clumsily stood up from the bar stool. Not smashed but definitely drunk.
Phil's hands clasped my shoulder as we walked the block to my building. "Fucking great to see you brother."
"You kidding. I'm just pissed you didn't come to visit earlier." It was a usual taunt between buddies, but maybe some truth there.
The apartment was dark and quiet and we kissed drunkenly and stripped off our clothes. Phil's hands on my body, me writhing against his. I'd had the sleeper sofa set up for him to sleep but clearly now we had other plans. Both of us would be in my bed that night.
We made out, in lust but not in a rush. Every touch of Murph's hands on my body drove me wild.
"So..." I started. "How many cherries you been popping, Murph? Been Peterson a run for his money?"
He growled, "I did about three dudes this year." His mouth traced up the side of my neck, getting closer to my ear. The bristles made his kisses that much more intense. "I swear the guys get tighter each year."
Before, three years ago, we'd never crossed that line. Me fucking Phil or him fucking me. But I'd thought about it, a lot.
"You be up for popping mine, Murph?" I asked, a nervous lump in my throat.
He leaned up and looked into my eyes, happy and eager. "You mean.... you're still virgin?"
I nodded. God his dick felt so good against mine.
"Oh man, I'd be honored, Horse."
We made out more fervently this time, until Phil kissed his way down my body, past my crotch, then lifted my legs up and started licking my hole. If his cocksucking skills were amazing, his rimming skills were off the chart. My dick throbbed and twitched on my belly as he made love to my hole. Relaxing me, getting me to want it.
A couple of squirts of lube on his prick and Murph as on me, my legs on his shoulder, his hand pushing his hard dick into position as he looked down on me and slowly entered. The very sight of him above me, combined with my relaxed drunken state, allowed him easy penetration. My first cock inside me, and it felt amazing.
"You want this Horse," he said excitedly. "You want me to take your cherry."
"Fuck me," I moaned in response. His hips powered more cock into me, making me grunt.
"Damn you're tighter than those freshman pledges," Murph hissed now slowly pumping my guts with his dick. "So hot."
He leaned down and we kissed, me excited to be losing my virginity to this guy. Phil was clearly excited too, because he started thrusting into me good and hard now. Soon he had to lean back up to maintain the right angle and pace.
I was surprised by the sensations in my body. Leading me to orgasm but in a different way. With my cock it's all of a sudden when I reach the tipping point and I'm spewing. With my ass I realized it was a steady buildup of pleasure, like a dam, until orgasm came. My cum was heavy, too, my semen hosing down my torso in multiple spurts.
Murph was there, too, fucking into me faster now. "I'm gonna cum, Horse. Goddamn!" His body in orgasm was a beautiful sight to watch. Muscles twitching, neck pulsing, his face screwing into a half-pained expression. I remembered how wonderful and briny Murph's cum tasted earlier and I relished the thought that I was getting injected with a bunch of the brothers that I swallowed that afternoon.
"Fuck!" Phil finally said as he pulled out and crawled on top of me. It felt right like that, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. So different than before a fuck, this was more leisurely, more appreciative.
We took turns rinsing off and when we got back we were both drained and zonked from the long day and the beer and the sex. "Ready for bed, bro?" I asked.
He gave me a quick kiss. "Yah."